luke's torture

day one continued

Once the lazy day was over, Luke and Michael climbed into bed.
"Michael, about this morning, are you really not ticklish?"
"No, I'm not."
Luke sat up and ran his fingers onto his stomach while michael began to giggle.
"hm, was someone lying?"
michael laughed nervously as luke started to tease michael by stopping for seconds at a time.
"I am ticklish, luke." He said in a soft voice
"It's not bad you know? It's honestly cute. It makes it even cuter when you try to hide it"
"It's not." michael said
"Call yourself cute"
"It's not true though!!"
*rubs the indents in his ribs*
*giggles* "stohohop!!"
"Call yourself cute then"
"IHIM CUHUTE IHIM CUHUTE!!"
"Exactly"
"Ugh"

They were cuddling for a good 15 minutes then Michael moved to Lukes stomach. He cuddled closer into the small area and started moving his hair around Lukes belly
"Hehhehey!! Stohohop!!"
"Why should I?"
"It tihihickles!!"
"I know it does. Deal with it you're cute"
*gasps and giggles*
"I love your breathy giggles"
"PLEHEHESE STOHOP I HAHTETETE THIHIHHIHIS!!!"
"Too bad lukey pookie. I love you and love this you have no say"
"WHAHAHT THEHEHE FUHUCK IHIHIS A LUHUHKEY POHIHOKIE"
"I don't know. Ask our fans dipshit"
"CAHAN YOHOU STOHOP IHIHIM TIHIHIRD"
"Fine. Better sleep with one eye open Robert. Attacks may come at any time"
"Don't call me Robert" Luke pouts
"But I like it"
"And I hate it"
"So? I know a lot of things you hate. So shut it"
"You're obsessed with me so"
"I just like torturing you sometimes. Because you can't be mad. You're too adorable"
"Shut up"
*moves fingers to ribs*
"Say shut up one more time"
"Ok!!! Ok!!!! I'll stop I'll stop just please don't start!!"
"Go to sleep Robert"
"Stop calling me Robert. Or I'll call you Gordon"
"You understand I have a lot of things against you, you say Gordon once, you get chained to the bed, tickled until you pee yourself, your hair messed with, your neck kissed, and your dimples Poked, get me?"
"Jesus gor- Michael"
"Lay the fuck down now." Michael said in his dad voice
"No! I'm sorry! Okay!! I'm sorry please just don't"
"No. No warnings. Lay in the middle of the bed or I'll force you to. Now"
"I'm sorry mikey please!"
"Nothing's gonna change my mind. You know how much I hate being called Gordon"
Michael got the chains and chained Luke to a painful restrained position. Lukes arms were spread to full length, his feet tied to the bed.
"I'm not doing this in the order I said, hope you know that" Michael said playing with Lukes curly hair.
"Mikey stop"
"Not a chance hemmings!"
"I hate you"
"You know I have full control over you right, I can do anything I want. Including hurting you"
"Jesus"
"How much do you care about this shirt?"
"Not really, why"
"No questions" Michael cut off Lukes shirt exposing his whole stomach. Luke shivered at the cold air that rushed over his stomach.
Michael started messing with Lukes hair again when it was completely in his face, then Michael moved to Lukes neck kissing it
Luke moaned as Michael hit his sweet spot.
"MIKEY"
"WHAT" Michael mocked him
"STOP"
"Not a chance"
"Ugh"
"You sure do 'ugh' a lot don't you"
"well maybe if you didn't torture me all the time" Luke said in a sassy tone
"Well damn. Let's move onto something else shall we. It's only 21:00 anyway" Michael smirked
"I'm too tired mikey!! Please stop"
"Never" Michael said darkly
Michael poked and kissed Luke's dimples, which make Luke flitch and giggle and try to squirm away
"Why'd you laugh"
"Because it tickles! stop trying to act like you don't know!"
"Oh, honestly I didn't know I don't have dimples" he said while laughing
"Well yeah. How many things do You have left"
"I could go on for hours, but just one"
"And that is...?" Luke said worryingly
"Tickles"
"NO PLEASE DONT"
"It's part of the punishment lukey. You get to pay the price of your actions. Plus weren't you tickled when you were younger? Aren't you use to it. If I was your mum or dad id use it all the time"
"I understand I called you your middle name, not even fully! But that's besides the point. My mum and dad have always used it against me. When I was a baby they would record them tickling me and post them places. When I was old enough to know I got really mad about it, I got over it soon enough because no one really knew it was me. When I was older like around age 10 or 11 I'd get tortured at school, well you were there but we didn't really know each other. My mum would still tickle the shit out of me. Whenever I'd do something bad, tickles, whenever I was sad, tickles. So yes, I was tickled a lot when I was younger"
"Jesus."
"You understand I can't move still right? Can you like unchain me so I can actually sleep?"
"Oh yeah that" before Michael untied Luke he gave him two raspberries on his stomach. He then swiped his fingers over Lukes ribs as Luke giggled
"HEHEY I THOHOHIUGHT YOHOU WEHERENT DOHOING ANHNYTHIHING!"
"Okay. Now I'm done"
"Thank you"
"You can move now"
"My wrists hurt" Luke pouted
"I'll get ice. I must've put them on too tight"
"Yeah thanks"
After Michael got Luke ice, Luke held it soothing his pain and falling asleep into Michaels warm body heat.