Day 0
9:45 PM

Tonight is the night that our big plan finally comes into fruition. My colleagues and I have eagerly been awaiting this moment for quite a few months. Exploiting the wonders of bribery to those with the power to fund experiments, as well as the ability to manipulate your twisted fantasies into the context of an experiment, we have successfully set up in a very private and secure research facility. The rooms are soundproofed, with doors that contain state-of-the-art locking systems. No subject could possibly escape our sinister little 'experiment.'

Despite taking advantage of this little kink-fest being 'in the name of science,' most of us are quite capable with technological know-how. Some are merely sticking around for the ride, but others have been able to wield technology to select a subject for our little project. A lovely brown haired woman on the team was able to hack into several different networks and profiles online to record any information that could help get details on potential subjects. Another works well with nanotechnology, and can send small, scanning drones to potential subjects and scan their nervous system with invisible rays. Using these scans, we can estimate with high accuracy just how sensitive a person is.

The real purpose of this, quite bluntly, is to select the perfect person to indulge in our team's common kink: tickling. By finding out the nervous sensitivity of potential victims, we can determine who the most ticklish individual would be for the purpose of becoming a full-fledged tickle pet. Everybody agreed that the subject we wanted had to be insanely ticklish, male, frail enough to put up very little of a fight, young enough to have potential years of ticklishness left in them, and generally adorable.

After months of extensive searching, we finally found him. His name was Sullivan Blaze, though we have discovered that his proper name is Sully. He was born in June of 1998- perfectly suiting to an ideal age of nineteen (going into twenty soon). With his adorable little cheeks, the cute way he keeps his hair, and his off-the-charts ticklishness scans, he had always been a prime target. The biggest selling point came with the discovery of his online activity. It appeared that he himself was quite into tickling when he was on the abusive side. Digging through his online messages, we have been able to discover that despite the presence of a tickle fetish, he himself appears to absolutely despise it. Even better, we discovered that he had just been fired from his day job after an angry outburst. It was perfect- nobody at work would be alarmed that he was missing if he was fired. These were all of the things that convinced us to target Sully.

We had the smarter members of our team plot his capture. The moment his roommate left the house for his graveyard shift, our team went in for the kill. (His roommate looked almost tempting enough to capture as well, but we knew we could not get greedy). After knocking on the door, Sully was greeted with a device that left him in a still trance. Interestingly, during this trance, he is prone to obeying any command its inventor requests of him. He quite literally walked right into our trap. They made sure he left a note saying that he would be gone for a little while due to finding a high paying job at a research lab to replace his old one on short notice.

Of course, Sully's trance would not last forever, and by the time his free will returned, he was already being walked down a hall in shackles. His reaction was predictably over-the-top and furious. He didn't even question where he was or express any fear; he merely yelled and cussed at us, shooting threats at our direction as he attempted to resist. Luckily, some of our colleagues are quite athletic and strong women, easily able to overpower a boy who was little more than pure barking. His bite didn't look too scary either.

He tried to threaten us by informing us that he had people who would notice he was gone. We chose not to tell him of either the note he left, or the technology we had to simulate his voice perfectly for over-the-phone conversations. We didn't tell him that his online life would be attended to as well, with his passwords being easily cracked with our bots. We didn't even tell him we had a machine working to simulate his penmanship. It would soon be able to write his signature in over fifty different styles.

All we did was simply ignore his threats. We took him to his room, a place that I imagine he didn't think he would have to become accustomed to for too long. He seemed confident that somebody was going to rescue him. Poor thing, he has no idea.

We made sure his room didn't look too much like a prison. It was quite simple in its setup, being the size of an average bedroom, but being filled with only the bare essentials. He has a toilet, a sink, a bed to be shackled to each night, and a small shower with a simple bar of soap and conditioner in it. The floor was tiled, with only a small rug to decorate it, and the walls were painted a simple white, bearing no windows. As we go on to further break Sully, we expect to be able to trust him to move around freely in his room.

For tonight, however, we merely shackled his wrists to the bedposts near the pillow and his ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Tonight, he will simply have a nice, sound sleep, in a mood that was optimistic that he would be set free quite soon.

Tonight is the last night of his old life.

Here it is, the least lewd picture of the whole bunch. In this series of sketches, you'll find that the first few parts have a little note that cites the artist who drew the pic that the pose was referenced from.

Caroo is responsible for the pic that the pose is based on here.

Anyway, I think this is probably the best pair of shoes I have ever drawn. Sully has large socks because he really likes keeping his feet covered. In case you can't tell, he's kinda self-conscious about his ticklishness.

For those who don't know, Sully is the Rule 63 of one of my characters, named Sunny. He's too adorable not to tickle.

This series of sketches takes place in a continuity in which Sully's life was going perfectly until this group of evil lers decided to kidnap him. As far as the stories go, they're all written in the journal-style of the unnamed narrator. Hopefully the narrator isn't too bad; writing in first person speeds up the writing process a lot. I like to think I made the narrator a sufficient storyteller.

I'll admit, "advanced technology" is a recurring deus ex machina, but the main focus is that lovely tickling.

I hope everybody looks forward to the other sketches, I'm kinda interested in what the reception of these will be like. I'll upload more gradually, but I wouldn't expect one a day or anything.