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A party found a clue which led them to the dungeon. Being high leveled veterans, they were experts in their respective classes and confident in their abilities.
There, they made a deal with the DM to challenge his trial. Should one of them pass his trial, he’ll release everyone. The trials will be something that both parties will agree on but the DM can get them to wear an additional item or to have a handicap.
One of the party members is the bishop. A high ranking member within the church of the god of purity, the bishop joined the party, using his expertise in smiting undead and dispelling curses. Born with an eidetic memory, the bishop excelled in his days as a student, memorizing chants, hymns and segments of the holy book with ease.
His challenge is to recite a chapter from his holy book. The chapter, while long, is an introductory chapter every junior priest starts out with in their career in the church.
The bishop smiled as he heard the challenge. Reciting a chapter from his book is an easy feat considering he’s got an eidetic memory and the chapter, although long, is straight forward and easy to recall.,
However, his smile turned into a frown as he heard that his handicap is to recite the chapter while hooked onto a milking pump with feathers below for his jewels while a low level mindflayer is also placed in the room.
Scoffing at the mindflayer, a low level undead that feeds on memory if one has no mana,the bishop is not threatened as he’s built up a large reserve of mana over his years of training and praying.
All he has to do to protect his memory is to hold a mental shield using mana, an easy feat he can do while reciting the passage.
The frown was more for the fact that his purity and abstinence will be challenged with the milking pump and feathers on his crotch. Angered that the deviant DM would even employ the use of such immoral items, the bishop chided the DM.
The DM added that if he messes up a word in reciting the passage or cums,the bishop will need to restart. Foolishly confident in his memory, focus and faith, the bishop replied that he was confident that he’ll be able to withstand the sensations of the immoral objects.
The bishop kneeled down in the library, prayed to his god and signaled that he's ready for the challenge.
Phantom hands appeared in front of him and started to undo his pants and undershorts, pulling out his member and jewels. The bishop, not used to the handling of his privates, tried to slap the hands away but was reminded of the challenge by the DM.
Sighing, the bishop relented and let the hands slip his member into the pump and position the feathers below his jewels.
“You may begin whenever you’re ready”, the DM went.
The challenge started off easy for the bishop. With his memory, he easily breezes through the pages while maintaining the mental shield against the mindflayer..
The DM, smiling,turns the milker on. Unaccustomed to the feeling of the milker, the bishop starts to slow down, having to use mental bandwidth to resist the pumps and the accursed sensations it caused him.
Suddenly, the magic in the feathers turns on and starts dusting his balls.Not used to the feeling as he was raised in an all boys monastery and has had no sexual experience, the bishop jumped up, lets out an “eep” and messed up the chapter. Outraged that his the DM would resort to such unscrupulous methods, the bishop took a deep breath and restarted on the chapter.
As the feathers swirled around his balls, the bishop could feel himself getting more ticklish and could also feel his mana being drained from the tickling. Not wanting to be molested any further, the bishop sped up on the reciting of the chapter.
Close to the end of the chapter, the milker accelerates and starts sucking on the bishop’s member while the feathers stroke along his balls and started to feather deeper, past his sack and onto his perineum.
Unable to resist the sensation, the bishop released his first load and hung his head down in shame, having disappointed his god, giving in to earthly pleasures.. The first orgasm would herald his downfall, unaccustomed to post orgasm handling, the could no longer resist the pumps and the feathering.
Laughter started to interrupt his recitement of the chapter, causing him to restart constantly. The pumps also started to feel more and more pleasurable, causing the bishop cum again and again. After a few hours of the teasing and tickling, the bishop panicked as felt the last of his mana drained away by the cursed feathers.
Looking up at the low level mindflayer, the bishop saw its eyes glow and could feel the mindflayer start eating his memories.
Feeling his memory of the passage he is to recite being consumed by the mindflayer,the bishop starts to panic that he can’t remember what used to come easily to him. His memory that he was proud of was failing him.
Trying to focus his strength to recall the chapter to complete the challenge, the bishop was interrupted as the feathering and pumping intensified. Distracted by the tickling and the pumping on his rod, the bishop was unable to muster strength to recall the passage. The distraction on his privates also thwarted his efforts to mount any meaningful resistance to the mindflayer. Gradually, more of his memories were eaten. The chapter in question has been carved out of his memory. Screaming, the bishop could feel more of his memories being carved out, one at a time.
From his time as an adventurer, to his schooling days and even to his childhood. All of his precious memories were carved out bit by bit as he’s unable to resist the mindflayer All while his memories are being eaten, he’s continued to be feathered and milked.
Eventually, all his memories are gone. The bishop sat in place, with vacant stares and drool running down his mouth. The DM, smiling, starts to whisper to him
‘Don’t you remember?
You’re my tickle toy’
‘You love the tickles and the tickles make you feel good’.
‘You’ll forfeit your challenge and enjoy whatever the master has for you’
With no other memories, his brain quickly latched onto everything the DM said and before long, he’s reciting the DM’s words like gospel. Forfeiting the challenge, the bishop was doomed and the DM appeared in the library to claim his prize.
Appearing behind the bishop, the DM pulled the bishop close to him and placed the bishop on his chest all while the pump and the feathers were pleasuring the bishop..
Magical hands slip off the bishop’s well kept loafers, revealing a pair of size 7s in smooth sheers, damp from sweat from the bishop’s panic as he was losing the challenge..
The DM summoned previously captured priests into the room. The fallen priests raised up the failed bishop’s feets and started to lick his feet and sucked on his toes rhythmically.
"You love your feet being tasted, it makes you so happy and horny.”
“Every stroke, suck and tickle on your feet makes you want to cum”
The magic hands parted the bishop’s robe for easy access to the phantom mouths and hands to claim their prize.
With his resistance gone and his ticklishness ramped up, the bishop could only squeal as the phantom tongues started to lap at his sweaty pits and the fingers started to knead on his nips. The bishop’s rod reacted the only way it knew how against the pump, by cumming.
The DM then nuzzled the bishop’s neck and ears while whispering.
‘I’m your daddy, it pleases me when you laugh and cum, don’t you wanna make your daddy happy?’
The bishop, wanting to make his daddy happy, repeats after the DM and goes slack, taking in every tickle, lick and suck all over his body, surrendering himself to the pleasure.
Hours later, the bishop is unconscious from the pleasure but his toes were still twitch with every lick from the fallen priests and phantom mouths. His cock, raw, was still emitting fluid with every pump.
While asleep, the bishop was heard babbling ‘I love daddy and his tickles, I wanna stay here forever with him’. Smiling, the DM whisked the bishop away into a room prepared long before the bishop entered with clothes and keepsakes all kept in cabinets. The broken bishop is now a boytoy in the dungeon for eternity, another in the DM’s vast collection.