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"HUUUHHHHHH!!!"

With a sudden and profound gasp, his head lurched up quickly enough to nearly strike the post perched above him. He tried to open his eyes, but was immediately blinded by the sunlight that caused him to wince painfully. He almost felt like he had been thrown through a time-loop of some kind, not expecting this kind of daylight so drastically. He had no idea what was going on, but he could've sworn that the sun was barely even rising the last time he was able to recall. Of course, even with the gears in his head slowly trying to turn regularly, it didn't take long for him to realize something else was clearly amiss...

He couldn't feel any ground beneath his hooves.

"NNNGHHH!!" He jolted in a panic, causing his body to redirect its balance while swinging precariously. Even with his eyes struggling to readjust to the light, he was able to look over and see the thick ropes that were binding him firmly in place. He looked up to see the large branch he was hanging from, which seemed to be connected to a bare and lifeless husk of a tree. Because of the lack of any foliage, the midday sun was beaming down on him hard while he was helplessly hanging off the ground. Despite the fact that his four hooves were less than a couple feet from the cool grass below, that didn't change the fact that he wasn't able to gallop himself out of this predicament. "Aaaahhh!!"

He looked to see where the ropes were connected, only to discover that many more bundles were expertly wrapped around most of his hybridized form. The large canvas cloak he was wearing over his upper torso, which he usually wore when he made his pilgrimage to the nearby marketplace, was callously tossed aside and lying on the ground nearby. Because of that, his muscular figure was fully exposed, with many of his tribal tattoos peeking through the knots and ropes across his chest. As for his arms, they were firmly bound against his sides, leaving him unable to try and untie any of the knots holding him in place.

Even though the tree looked dead, the fact that it could carry his weight was a strong testament to its sheer amount of resilience. Unlike his arms, his four equine legs were all tied individually apart to leave them splayed out in his hanging stance. Thick wooden planks seemed to be propped in between them, with additional bracings to ensure that he couldn't try to kick or buckle in self-defense. Surprisingly enough though, the underside of his thick, muscular barrel was left untouched, leaving the soft brown fur completely exposed underneath him.

"Oh, come on!" He groaned to himself in frustration, and tried to fidget in his bondage while gritting his teeth. With every hard thrash he tried to make against his ropes, more of his wavy blond hair dropped over his face to stick against the beads of sweat; ironically enough, it seemed that his long locks of hair were the only thing that weren't tied-down. Much like his cloak, the hair-tie that he used to keep his hair in a tight bun was also lying beneath his dangling hooves. Even though he had no idea who (or even what) was responsible for him being in this position, he hung his head with a sharp groan before muttering under his breath, "Dammit... I should not have trotted down that alternate path..."

For a moment, he was worried that his position in the ropes would be the end of it. He had heard of centaurs being discriminated against in other townships, but those cases were usually along the Northern isles where humans dominated the lands. But even with his relative safety in numbers within his own tribe, he didn't feel protected at all while hanging all alone. Not to mention, despite the tree above being dead, the rest of the forest all around him was robustly thick, and would likely keep many travelers from seeing him from the roads. Because of that, all that he could do was assume that he was going to be left there alone, naked and robbed so he could face a slow and agonizing death.

Unfortunately, that was when he heard the faint sound of wind instruments tooting in the distance.

"HUHHHH!!!" He reeled back up strongly enough to whip his hair back, revealing the newly horrified look on his face. His cheeks blushed profusely, instantly recalling the rumors he had heard from a fellow centaur earlier that spring. The traveler had galloped to their tribe in search of shelter, recanting a chilling tale that involved a very unusual minstrel troupe. Even though the story he told was unbelievably random, he provided far too many specific details for any of the centaurs to think he was telling fiction. But alas, even after he left to continue on his trek, it didn't take long before the tribe as a whole dismissed his warnings as something to be expected in higher regions.

But as the jauntry minstrel music grew more audible with each passing second, it was obvious that the danger was within their own forest now. The music was seemingly echoing off the trees in all directions, making it hard to pinpoint its source. The centaur tried to look around for signs of shadows or waving flags, but his head kept darting back and forth as the hooting horns bounced all around. By the time he heard the sounds of twigs snapping, and unseen voices giggling, he was trying his hardest to thrash himself out of his bindings and make an escape. But much to the centaur's dismay, the ropework proved to be as expertly applied as a seasoned sailor's during wartime.

"My, my, myyyyyy... What do we have here, little ones?~"

His pupils shrunk in dread, until they were only a couple of tiny specks against his bright green irises. His ears twitched when he heard the sounds of hoofsteps from behind him, crunching against the fallen leaves and sticks all around. But unlike his tribemates, the tempo he heard from those steps indicated that there were only two hooves instead of four. And when the mysterious being finally came into view, that assumption was verified by the sight of a smirking satyr.

"Oooooh~ We have another centaur, I see..." Much like the bound captive, the satyr's goat-like legs were covered with a dark brown fur that was much bushier and unkempt than the centaur's. However, his figure above the waist was vastly different, as he boasted a slender form more expectant of a female's. No tattoos were adorning his pale skin, but he had more than enough bushy brown hair to cover his chest and arms. He was also sporting a head full of bushy brown hair, as well as a goatee that hung down low past his coy-looking grin. "I must say, we really improved on our bondage this time around, didn't we? You didn't even break any of the boards between your legs~"

"Nnnnghhhh!!!" As the centaur continued to try and free himself from his ropes, it was becoming increasingly for naught when more hoofsteps could be heard. Several more satyrs trotted out from the forest, many of them skipping with glee while giggling to one another. His lips pursed worriedly when he saw how unnaturally similar all of them looked, with the same brown hair and bushy goatees all around. Aside from the differing instruments and supplies in their hands, there was no way for the centaur to discern any of the satyrs from the one standing before him with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Honestly, I wouldn't recommend resisting this hard," he said with a confident, albeit reassuring tone of voice. "Trust me, all you're going to do is tire yourself out."

"UGH!" Even though there were now a dozen satyrs circled all around him, he knew a fruitless endeavor when he saw one. And right now, the ropes and boards holding him in place were still just as sturdy as they were when he awoke. He ended up sighing with his head slumped low, and his legs no longer trying to thrash from their bindings. "Goddess dammit... F-Fine..."

He cringed to himself as he heard many of the satyrs giggling all around him, clearly amused by his brief expletive. The centaur tried not to show any signs of weakness before the minstrels, but he was aware that his current position was proof enough that they had the upper-hand. But even as he remained still in his bondage, he was quick to pull his head back up to glare at the satyr before him. "Alright, what's your reason for holding me!? You've checked my cart, didn't you!? All I had were onions, and nothing more! It's not like your group can benefit much from those!"

That point caused the satyr's bushy brows to rise up in surprise. The others all looked at one another with knowing chuckles, some of them shrugging to the centaur's truthful point. "Well, you're certainly brighter than I would've imagined," the leader pointed out with a respectful pout. "And yes, you're technically right. Your cart is parked nearby, and we haven't touched your precious 'un-yunz'..."

Even with his exaggerated pronunciation, the satyr still shuddered uncomfortably, as did most of the minstrels around him. "Ugh... But still," he continued with a sharp breath, which was followed by a more determined smirk, "that doesn't mean we can't make an arrangement of some kind to benefit both of us~"

With the way the satyr's grin widened, revealing his flawlessly white teeth, the centaur reeled his head away with a worrisome grimace. But despite his hesitancy, it wasn't enough for his captor to smile confidently back at him. "But allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Giles. And you are..."

He leaned his head in, smirking expectantly for the centaur to answer during his pause. Even though the captive was glaring back at Giles furiously, a sharp breath blew out through his nostrils before he spoke in a menacing growl. "Flavian."

Even with how firmly he tried to give that answer, the reveal of his name caused the rest of Giles' troupe to giggle like a pack of fillies. Flavian groaned with a strong roll of his eyes, but tried to keep his brooding scowl from lessening in embarrassment. Unfortunately, even Giles himself had to cover his mouth for a moment, and struggled not to chuckle like his fellow minstrels. "Flavian, huh? Well I must say, I would've expected a name more... dominant for a specimen like yourself~"

Flavian growled intensely through his teeth, and glared back at Giles like he was envisioning trampling him beneath his hooves. But from the way the satyr was smirking back at him, it would've been assumed that he was reacting the same way as he would before a glowering pony. "Oh, don't be so dramatic," he jeered with a playful flick of his wrist. "Trust me, we've dealt with much more embarrassing reveals over the seasons. And considering how... exquisite you look with that hair, the name certainly suits you~"

With the way Giles was narrowing his eyes on him with a more suggestive grin, it didn't take long for Flavian to grow more worried. The other satyrs snickered devilishly when they saw the blush that was growing across the centaur's cheeks. While flattery was certainly something he was akin to experiencing (most notably during his pilgrimages to the nearby village), he wasn't exactly used to hearing something that bold from another man. Not to mention, the fact that this entire minstrel group seemed to be male-oriented prompted him to wince uncomfortably.

"Well then," exclaimed Giles with a curious tilt of his head, "I wouldn't have expected such a light compliment to fluster you so quickly--"

"S-STOP IT!" roared Flavian with his cheeks becoming redder in frustration. He tried to keep a menacing scowl on Giles and his smug little face, but the centaur's lips could be seen fidgeting a bit to maintain his angered pout. "J... J-Just what is the meaning of this capture anyway!? I don't have any money on me! And my cart is useless to your kind's size!"

"Again, those are truthful points," retorted Giles with a surprisingly respectful tone. "And believe me, we don't intend to do you any financial harm. As soon as we're finished, I promise you'll be cut loose so you can return to your cart and those 'un-yunz'. Understood?"

Even though Giles' assurance sounded strangely genuine, Flavian narrowed his eyes on him with a more puzzled look. "W... What do you mean by 'finished?'"

"Hmph~" Giles' smirk widened immensely alongside his scoff. "What, do I need to use a simpler synonym for you? And just to think, I was under the impression that you were smarter than the others~"

Flavian grew more frustrated, and the sounds of Giles' fellow satyrs giggling like children didn't help by any means. But before he could try and say anything in response, Giles leaned in to add, "But if you're really that confused, I'll make it simpler for you to understand: My troupe and I want something from you, but it's not anything that can warrant financial loss. Think of it more like ... a performance, if you will~"

Flavian's nostrils flared out as he breathed in through his tensed expression. Among the many details he had heard from that traveler months ago, one of the most shocking bits pertained to the idea of some... 'performance' piece while the captive was in bondage. The story sounded rather absurd back then, mostly due to how nonsensical the satyrs' intentions seemed in retrospect. But much to Flavian's dismay, the growing grin on Giles' face indicated that he was in for the same sort of unorthodox fate.

"Now that's a new look~" One of Giles' brows raised curiously before he asked, "Don't tell me you already know what we're expecting..."

Flavian kept his mouth tightly shut, and he averted his sights away from the smirking satyr. Unfortunately, as soon as his gaze veered elsewhere, his eyes widened to the sight of one of Giles' minstrels grinning wickedly wide. He was chuckling to himself with a mischievous look, and was holding what looked to be an ornate feather duster in his hand. As he eyed Flavian like a piece of meat, his fingers twirled the handle of his instrument so the plume of feathers would spin about teasingly.

When Flavian looked away from that ominous tool, his cheeks blushed when he saw four more of the satyrs carrying similar instruments. One looked to be a large paintbrush, with the bristles frayed and worn-down from constant use. Another satyr was holding a couple of makeup brushes in each of his hands, which he flicked between his fingers like an enthusiastic drummer ready to perform. A couple of the satyrs were donning helmets usually worn by Royal guards in the cities, with large plumes of red bristles that ran along the top like a mohawk. Even though none of those items were particularly threatening, per say, their presence still caused a strong shudder to creep up Flavian's spine.

"I guess you do know what we have planned, don't you?~" Giles' coy statement prompted Flavian to look back at him, his cheeks now blushing more furiously than before. The centaur tried to squirm in his bindings, but it was clear that the satyrs did a great job keeping him firmly in place. The sight of his hooves fidgeting against the boards caused many of the minstrels to giggle in anticipation. But in the case of Giles, his growing grin was accompanied with a straightforward statement. "Well, if that's the case, I'll be blunt with you. We only expect one payment from you, Mister Flavian. If you provide us with just ten minutes of laughter, with the aid of our instruments, we'll be satisfied enough to set you loose. And if I were you, I would be grateful it's only for that long~"

"Nnnnghhh..." Even though he didn't want to show any weakness before these perverted minstrels, Flavian couldn't keep himself from gulping audibly in response. As he stared back at the satyr in awkward silence, he could tell that his captor was intent on getting their 'payment' regardless of his response. Part of him was aware that Giles' deal wasn't necessarily the worst, especially considering how quickly ten minutes could go by without even realizing it. But at the same time, Flavian thought back to what that traveler told his tribe regarding their own experience. Even though they were given a similar offer by these satyrs, they were kept captive for over eight hours before being freed.

"But I will warn you though," Giles added with a more taunting jeer in his cheerful tone, "my friends and I can be fairly... impatient when things don't go our way. So unless you want me to extend that time, I would recommend you give your approval quickly~"

Flavian shuddered in his bondage, and winced as Giles' minstrels all cackled devilishly to that added detail. The centaur may have had no way of trusting his captor at his word, but he knew he didn't have much choice on the matter in that moment. After all, if he tried to resist, all that would do is keep him restrained for longer than intended. And if that traveler's claims about being held that long were true, Flavian knew that he couldn't risk following a similar fate. So after a moment of silence, and a strong sigh that came out through his nostrils, Flavian closed his eyes before relenting to the demented satyrs. "F... F-Fine..."

Flavian hung his head in shame, and hoped more than anything that his answer was enough to sate Giles' approval. Unfortunately, all that the captor did was lean in with a wider grin. "Fine about what, Mister Flavian?~"

The centaur threw his head back up with an enraged scowl, "I said FINE, didn't I?! That should be enough!"

Giles just huffed with a shrug before giving a pert retort. "Twenty minutes."

The rest of the satyrs all cheered with their tools in the air, while Flavian was left bug-eyed in shock. "WHAT?!"

"I said your payment is now twenty minutes~" Giles' grin turned more obscene, just like all of his fellow satyrs eyeing Flavian more intensely. "Would you want to press your luck some more? Or do you want to try and give a more specific approval of our plans?~"

"Nnnnghhh!!" Flavian hung his head with a heavy cringe, which he hoped wasn't too visible while his hair was hanging down over his face. After taking a couple of calming breaths, the centaur pulled his head back up to eye Giles with a venomous stare. "Fine. I... I..."

Even though the idea of humoring this satyr with such a request was ungodly humiliating, Flavian swallowed his pride as best as he could before stating in a flat tone, "I... I approve of your payment request, Mister Giles..."

The captor's grin looked fairly satisfied, and he stood pridefully with his hands behind his back. But even with the rest of his troupe all snickering and fist-bumping one another, Giles leaned in a little closer to Flavian's scowl. "And what might that payment request be?~"

"MMMFFFFF!!!" Flavian threw his head down again, nearly biting off his tongue with how strongly he had to restrain himself. He knew that Giles was just toying with him, but it was taking everything in the centaur not to tell him off for his incessant banter. Fortunately though, Giles didn't give any additional sentencing during Flavian's seething moment, and merely waited for a proper response. When he finally looked back at the satyr once more, Flavian was getting unbelievably pissed while hissing through his teeth, "What... Do you... Want me to saaayyyyy?"

Giles gave an amused chuckle to the centaur's livid tone of voice, clearly trusting those restraints with his literal life. "You know what? Since you didn't yell at me that time, I'll let your attitude slide for now. And in regards to your question..."

That was wne one of Giles' fellow minstrels trotted up to him with a skip in his step, and handed the leader his own personal tool: A large, oversized feather that was as long as Flavian's arm. The centaur's eyes widened at the sight of that thick, silky-smooth feather boasting the brightest shade of yellow he ever saw. He could only assume that the feather belonged to something massive and otherworldly, like a phoenix or a gryphon of some kind. And as Giles held the massive feather firmly in his hands, he continued to eye his captive centaur with a lecherously smug grin. "Unless you want me to extend your payment to half an hour, I want you to BEG to be tickled by us~"

Flavian's face dropped, much to the amusement of Giles' troupe who all laughed in response to his offended look. Even though he took in a sharp breath, the centaur had to clench his mouth shut to keep from screaming right in Giles' face. The idea of requesting such a humiliating outcome, let alone begging for it, felt like an absolute disgrace to himself and his tribe. Centaurs may have not carried egos as boisterous as humans or pegasi, but that didn't mean their race didn't hold pride in their strength and resilience. The black tribal tattoos that covered Flavian's chest and arms weren't merely a fashion sense, but a badge of honor in regards to his fortitude as one of his tribe's most respected members. And even with the looming threat of enduring more of this minstrel's unusual form of payment, the very idea of begging was enough to make him feel ill.

"NNNGHHH!!" Flavian had to grit his teeth in order to withhold the cursed outburst that nearly expelled from his throat. Given how smug Giles' smile was sporting, it was like he was expecting to get punched in the teeth by his captive. Fortunately for the centaur (and especially Giles), the ropes around his wrists ensured that they remained firmly beside his waist. Meanwhile, Flavian had to take several deep breaths through his nostrils, not wanting to extend his "payment" through any involuntary statements.

"Just think about it like this." Giles was still carrying a wickedly wide grin, but was able to explain his option to Flavian with a more reassuring tone of voice. "You know that we have you in a tight spot, and we have plenty of equipment to camp out here and hold you for days on end. Maybe even weeks..."

Giles made sure to narrow his eyes on Flavian following that last detail, emphasizing his honesty well enough to make the centaur gulp again.

"Compared to others we've taken who had more... 'prideful' demeanors," he added with a coy shrug of his head, "I would say you have the chance to leave relatively faster than any of them. I mean, it would be embarrassing for sure, but I feel like being tied up all day is much worse in the long run. Wouldn't you agree?~"

Flavian's mouth was tightly shut, but his menacing sneer didn't falter Giles' stare in the slightest. Even when the centaur huffed sharply through his nostrils, which was able to brush away Giles' hair for a moment, the satyr merely asked, "Or to put it in another way... Do you want to walk away from this as a smart member of your tribe? Or as a stubborn one?~"

Flavian hung his head with a scoff, not able to face the satyr after that remark. Centaurs may have prided themselves on their strength and brotherhood, but there were certain traits that they desperately hated being known for as a race as a whole. Among other insulting generalizations like low intelligence or below-average women, stubbornness was something that many centaurs despised being associated with them. And even with his pride on the line, Flavian was aware that prolonging his punishment would certainly befall him in that category.

"Aayyy, look at you now!" The sight of Flavian's contemplative look seemed to be enough to make Giles' face light up excitedly. "You actually thought that answer over, didn't ya? You didn't even spit in my face like the last centaur I asked that question to! Soooo... Does that mean we have a deal?~"

Due to the lingering shame he felt from remaining silent, it took a second before Flavian whipped his head back up in surprise. Even though the centaur's arms were still tightly bound to his sides, that didn't stop Giles from extending out his hand to symbolically offer it in agreement. The satyr's brows perked up a couple times to match the insistent smile on his face. "C'moooooonnnn~ Just swallow your pride for one moment, and I promise you those twenty minutes'll just fly by~"

Giles may have been trying to be as charismatic as possible with his offer, but that didn't change how ridiculous the idea sounded in Flavian's head. He took a moment to glance around his hanging spot, while all of the other satyrs just circled around closer. He was able to see the individual bristles around some of their poofy brushes, which caused him to wince worriedly above the group. Meanwhile, Giles was using his other hand to playfully wriggle the tip of his feather less than an inch from Flavian's muscular chest.

"Ugghhhhh..." A long, silent groan escaped Flavian's mouth when he looked back down at Giles directly. The satyr said nothing, but his grinning stare was just as telling as the feather he was pointing at his captive. Flavian pulled his head back for a moment, and tried to remain resolved inside of his bondage. And after a long exhale, the centaur kept his expression as unrelentingly stern when he eyed Giles down. "P... P-Please..."

"Please, what?~" asked Giles with an especially chipper-looking grin. "If you ask us well enough, you'll be able to sell your goods before the market closes in town today~"

Flavian grunted with a bitter scowl that lasted only a second on his face. Nevertheless, the centaur was able to recollect himself with a deep breath and closed his eyes before speaking once more. "Please... Please t-tickle me... I... I b... b-begofyou..."

Flavian lurched his head down with a painful sigh, treating that statement like he just spat up a mouthful of poisonous bile. He bit his tongue in response to the round of excited chitters from all the satyrs getting in closer around him. Even Giles was giggling with glee, keeping a hand over his smile to bashfully cover his "innocent" response. "Oh my~" he exclaimed in a playful tone. "You really want a tickling THAT badly, mister centaur? I wouldn't have assumed a stud as manly as yourself would beg for something like that~"

Flavian was fully aware that Giles was trying to get a rise out of him, most likely to make him snap for their amusement; but given the satyr's condescending tone, it took everything within Flavian to keep from trying to bite his face off. The centaur's resolve was tested even further when the tip of Giles' yellow feather went up, and nestled itself right at the crook of Flavian's exposed neck. The captive's head tried to reel away from that massive feather, but that just extended his neck out further for Giles' approval.

"Keep begging~" Giles narrowed his eyes on Flavian with a lecherous grin. "Or I'll make it an hour instead!"

"P-PLEASE!" Flavian couldn't keep himself looking unaffected, and clenched his eyes shut to keep from seeing that feather. The sounds of Giles' troupe all cackling teasingly caused the centaur's face to grimace more notably in discomfort. But even when he tried to avoid the sight of Giles' hungry grin, the small contortions of his feather were enough for Flavian to feel the cool gusts of wind brushing past his skin. Even his pride wasn't enough to counteract the anxiety he felt, and he cringed while hearing the pathetic pleas escaping his mouth. "P-Please tickle me! I... I want you and your friends to do as you wish, a-alright?! I... I beg of you to do as you wish! PLEASE!!~"

"Hehehehehehe~" Giles giggled like a little schoolgirl, and finally pressed the tip of his feather as daintily as possible beneath Flavian's chin. "You mean you want some of this?~"

That was when Giles shook the handle of his feather, allowing the plume of aimlessly soft bristles to wriggle about against the underside of Flavian's neck. As soon as he felt that tenacious tool, Flavian's face scrunched in tightly while hearing the satyrs chittering beneath him teasingly.

"Tickle! Tickle, tickle! Tickle, tickle! Tickle! Tickle, tickle!"

"GNNGHHH!!" Flavian hated to admit how effectively Giles' feather was getting him to break his composure. Even after a couple seconds of those bristles running up and down his neck, they titillated his nerves quickly enough to make a hiccuped hiss escape his nostrils. But even with his jaw tightly clenched, it did almost nothing against the barrage of contortions that rumbled from his lungs. "Nffffff! Nnnnnghhhhh... HrrrrmhmhmhmhmhmmmmMMHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

In less than twenty seconds, the centaur was able to belt out a hearty guffaw that caused tears to well up at the corners of his eyes. Many of the satyrs cheered out excitedly, with a few of them even fist-bumping one another in response to that first giggle. Of course, none of the satyrs looked as prideful as Giles, who stopped his tickling to shoot Flavian a warm smile. "Daaawwww~ You see what I mean, mister centaur? Just keep giggling, and beg for more like a good tickle-slut~"

"Nnnnghhh..." Flavian groaned when he was able to breathe again, and reeled tightly in his restraints while wincing to himself. Given how well he had been able to sit for the tattoos that covered his chest, the fact that a single feather could break him so easily felt ungodly embarrassing. But before he could reflect too poorly on himself, his head whipped back up the instant he caught that last part. "WAIT, LIKE A GOOD WHA--PBBBBTTTT!!!~"

Just as Flavian was about to explode with rage, his outburst was promptly cut off with another heavy exhale of air. Giles made sure to dangle the tip of his feather right alongside one of Flavian's muscular sides. As the centaur's horse-half fidgeted strongly in its bondage, with the flesh seen twitching beneath his brown fur, Flavian's human-half was convulsing wildly from the feather that brushed along his exposed ribs. The region may have not looked tender while covered in intricate tribal designs, but Giles' feather brushed along his sides daintily enough to cause another uproar. "NNGHHHHHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!!! NNNNGGGGHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!~"

Flavian tried to groan out through a pained grimace on his face; unfortunately, his giddy laughter was accompanied with the corners of his face cracking to show a guiltily wide smile. The centaur may have not enjoyed his predicament, but the look on his blushing face was the only confirmation Giles and his buddies were looking for. Because of that, the satyr didn't stop to give Flavian time to breathe again. Instead, he just kept speaking while the feather danced across the centaur's chest.

"C'mon, pony boy!" jeered the satyr with a more coaxingly snide-looking smile. "Tell us how much you wanna be tickled! The timer's just about to start~"

"GAH!!" Flavian reeled tightly in his bondage, and his head kept spasming while he struggled to withhold his enjoyment. "Hrnhnhnhnhnhnhn... Hehehehehehe, HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!!! I-I... I CAN'T SPEAK!!"

"You just did right there~" pointed out Giles with a shit-eating grin. "You better get to begging now, Flavian! Or else I'll make it last longer~"

"HEHEHEHE!!~" Despite how badly his legs tried to thrash, Flavian couldn't kick away any of the satyrs looming around him and giggling at his expense. But after hearing Giles' teasing threat, the centaur tried his hardest to take a strong enough breath and continue pleading. "Hehehehe--Mmmphh!!~ I... I WANNA BE TICKLED!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! P-PLEASE! I-Pbbbbttttt, HA HA HA HA!!! P-Please tickle me, I beg you!! I BEG YOU!! HEHEHEHEHE!!!~"

"Thaaaat's right~" Giles' jeering grin widened quite a bit, and he gave a motioning nod to his satyr buddies to start joining in. "Come on, guys! Let's give the tickle-slut what he wants!~"

"Tickle, tickle! Tickle! Tickle, tickle, tickle! Tickle, tickle!"

Flavian's eyes may have been tightly shut in torment, but he was quick to feel the addition of more tools besides Giles' feather. One of satyrs wearing a helmet got right up beneath the centaur's barrel, and scurried around under him with the plume of bristles rubbing against his fur. Another minstrel used two old makeup brushes to dust across the ribs of Flavian's horse-half, which caused his legs to buckle harder against the boards. Meanwhile, the diligent wrigglings of a satyr's paintbrush just above his sheath seemed to be getting to Flavian the most.

"OOOHHH!! HEHEHEHEHEHE!!! W-WAIT, NOT THER-HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!" Flavian was reeling intensely in his bondage, with his boisterous laughter cutting off the dire pleas he tried to shriek out. But alas, as his cheeks began to sport a heavier blush, his clenched expression was soon followed by a heated groan that came between forced breaths. His body spasmed all over within his rope bondage, and his hind-legs tensed up greatly the more he was being tickled back there. Despite how much he tried to resist, the centaur was left helplessly titillated from the various plumes that began to brush up around his sheath and balls.

"HAHAHAHA... Heheheheheheheeeeee... Hrrrrnnnnnnn~"

Flavian groaned with his eyes clenched shut, and he shuddered hard against the ropes when a satyr dangled his old painter's brush across his exposed taint. One of Giles' minstrels made sure to tie up the centaur's flickering tail, until it was neatly folded and flagged up to keep his puckering hole unobstructed. And with the way that one brush was tenaciously dusting across his wrinkled taint, many of the satyrs were giggling from how much Flavian's balls tried to writhe upward from the tantalizing sensations. Of course, since the centaur's legs were kept wide-apart with the aid of those boards, that meant Giles' friends were all able to see how effectively Flavian's sheath was stirring to life as well.

"Oooooh, look at you now~" Even while titillating their prisoner with their ticklish devices, Giles was quick to take notice of the centaur's physical responses as well. "It seems that there's a part of you that's enjoying what we're putting you through~"

"HEHEHEHE--NNNGHHH!!!" Flavian tried to stop his incessant giggling, but could barely even get a breath in after groaning sharply through his teeth. And even with how badly the centaur was trying to resist, the constant stimulation from those tools were visibly giving proof to Giles' assumption. The plump head of Flavian's member was already beginning to emerge from his sheath, and was quickly given an intense dusting by one of the satyr's helmets. The additional brushes against such a sensitive region were harsh enough to make the centaur buckle strongly against his bondage; but alas, the boards didn't even creak from the added pressure, leaving Flavian helplessly trapped to cackle more deeply. "GNNNGHHHA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!! O-Oh Goddess, no! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!~ P-Please, stop! GAHHH!! N-NOT THEREEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!~"

"What was that, Flavian?" asked Giles tauntingly while grinning up at his blushing face. "I couldn't quite hear that last part. You seemed to be giggling too much in pleasure~"

"NNNNGHHH!!!" Flavian writhed painfully hard as he was left dangling over the satyrs, basically being treated like some sort of tickle-piñata for their twisted amusement. Part of him wanted to just endure the tickling as best as he could, and hopefully hear the end of that twenty minute countdown sooner than later. Unfortunately, due to how overwhelming it was to be tickled nonstop by a pack of perverted beasts, the idea of keeping any sense of time felt about as feasible as hopping out of his bondage. Every second spent giggling uncontrollably left his lungs burning inside of his chest; and at the same time, his nerves were beginning to feel frayed from how diligently those brushes were tingling him at every sensitive crevice they were able to discover.

"HEHEHEHE, OOOOH!!~ Mnnnnghhhh..." Flavian clenched his eyes and shuddered especially hard when he started to grow more erect. Much like the equine ancestors he and his tribe evolved from, the centaur was sporting a thick, hefty-looking horsecock that swung about wildly between his legs. Even when it slipped from his sheath semi-flaccid, it was sporting a length that caused a couple of the satyrs to reel back with heavy blushes. Flavian may have not been too embarrassed about the size of his girth, but he was still cringing between the bouts of laughter he was struggling to control. Despite knowing he was probably much larger than even the most gifted satyr within Giles' group, it was still fairly unbecoming to get pent-up around so many snickering goat-men. Especially when there was no way of denying what was getting him so riled-up in the first place...

"Hrnhrhrhrhrhrhrhrrrrrr... Hehehehehehehe~"

Giles was just grinning wider the longer he and his buddies kept the centaur nice and fidgety in his restraints. Even though none of his minstrels were outright touching him with their fingers or tongues, the mood was still undoubtedly randy as Flavian grew harder within that twisted circle. With every inch that protruded from the centaur's throbbing horsecock, one of those pervy satyrs made sure to get in with a brush or feather to make sure part of his shaft continued to twitch from titillation. And even with how badly his hind-legs tried to squirm, his exposed positioning ensured that he couldn't even get a second of reprieve from the constant tickling torment.

"Ooooh, you're handling this much better than expected~" Giles was narrowing his eyes on Flavian with a lick of his lips, while the tip of his feather continued to dance across his bare chest without pause. "Seriously, the last centaur we captured wouldn't let in until we added a couple hours to his payment! If anything, it's almost a shame we only have twenty minutes with you so far~"

Even though Flavian hated to even think about it, he was silently grateful that he was too busy laughing to give any response to Giles' statement. His body continued to twitch and thrash against the ropes, but it did nothing to stop the merciless tickling that was leaving him completely at their perverted will. His convulsions also couldn't keep his cock from growing at full-mast, soon showing off every thick vein that went up and down his thirteen-inch endowment. Like a flickering flame before a pack of moths, Giles' minstrels were quick to circle all around Flavian's cock to tickle any exposed region they could reach with their brushes. And as the titillation grew more intense, so did the thick bulbs of precum that began to seep from the flared cockhead pulsating so needily.

"MMMPH!!~ H-Hehehehehehehe..." Flavian couldn't even look back at Giles and that knowing grin on his face, mostly due to how embarrassed he was feeling. Despite how badly he wanted to maintain his stoic and immovable resolve, he was reduced to nothing more than a giggling filly before the first minute even passed. And with how erect he was getting between his fidgeting legs, he knew that there was no way to defend himself without telling some bold lies to the satyr before him. So instead of even trying to stay diligent or prideful, the cartier just continued to laugh while Giles spoke over him.

"And to think, only FIVE minutes have passed so far!" Giles giggled to himself with a menacing sneer, while Flavian tried to gasp in shock at how quickly he had been reduced to a ticklish mess. However, since all of Giles' friends were still gliding those tools over his human and horse features, Flavian couldn't give a response before the satyr groaned to himself pervertedly. "Mmmmm... And given how hard you're getting, part of me is curious if you wanted to have your payment extended a bit~"

"NNNFFFFF!!~" Flavian whipped his head back up, even though that left his neck exposed for Giles to teasingly dangle the feather right beneath his chin. The centaur let out a strained giggle, even as he thrashed uncontrollably against the boards on his legs. Meanwhile, his cock could be seen throbbing hard enough to repeatedly smack against the underside of his barrel, splattering strings of precum all over himself and the satyrs circling him. Of course, none of the minstrels seemed to mind the slight messiness as they continued to assault the centaur's undercarriage with their plethora of poofy tools.

"Oh, you don't have any opinions against that?~" Giles could tell that Flavian was too tantalized by the brushes to even breathe, let alone speak out against that devilish suggestion. But as his own feather glided up to dangle just behind Flavian's uncovered ear, the satyr was absolutely reeling from how badly he was making the centaur squirm in their bondage. "Honestly, if you're willing to beg for us some more, I might be impressed enough to have my mind changed~"

"UGH!!" Flavian hung his head back down, and tried his hardest to pull himself away from Giles' feather. Unfortunately, all that it did was make the tip of that tool veer back down to the sides of his bare torso. A couple of Giles' other minstrels were tickling along Flavian's ribs, but most of them were determined to keep him rock-hard while circled around his rigid horsecock. The centaur's poor member was being given constant attention, with dozens of different brushed tools dusting all along his shaft and twitching balls. Even his puckering tailhole was given some titillation with a couple of old hairbrushes rubbing against it, leaving Flavian too overwhelmed to even open his eyes between desperate wheezes. "Nnnnnghhhh... Hehehehehehehe... HNNNGHHH!!!~"

"Oh, don't be so shy~" Giles leaned in with a more sinister grin, and shuddered to himself when he caught a good whiff of the centaur's musk wafting from his sweaty chest. He had to pull back with a hand over his heart, almost as if he was taken aback by Flavian's heavy aroma. "Nnnff~ I must say, it's hard for me to consider letting you go so soon. It's a shame that you can't beg for us like a good little centaur, since we wou--"

"P-PLEASE!!"

Flavian was rightfully tensed-up as he remained hanging helplessly over the swarm of satyr minstrels. But even with his flesh left exposed and taken advantage of, leaving him feeling like a victim to a vicious school of piranha, the centaur used the last of his withering resolve to belt out needily. "P-Please! I--HEHEHEHEHE... Nnnghhh!! I-I can't... HA HA HA HA HA.... ICAN'TTAKEANYMORE!!!~"

"Oh, I wouldn't dismiss your fortitude that quickly, Mister Flavian~" Giles just crossed his hairy arms over his chest, and tilted his head in amusement at Flavian's desperation. "You're nearly halfway there already! Are you sure you wanna stop and reset the timer?~"

"AAAAHHH!!" Flavian reeled back tightly in his bondage, and tried to blurt out, "N-NO!! I don't--PBBBTTTT HA, HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! Hehehehehehehehe, T-That's not what I meant! HOO HOO!!~ Hrrrrnnnnnnhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhr, HEHEHEHEHEHE!!!~"

"Ohhhhh, I get it now!~" Gilded gave an exaggerated nod of his head to keep Flavian's attention, and smiled even wider when he asked, "You wanted me to change my mind, is that right?~"

"Hehehehehehe, YES!! Hnnnnghhh... HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!!!"

"Well, that's a nice thing to hear~" Giles made sure to wriggle his feather right underneath Flavian's neck when saying that. "And I don't just mean your laughter either. Hehehe~"

Flavian wasn't sure how much more he could take, already feeling like his sanity was going to break if he continued to laugh this uncontrollably. He could hear Giles and his buddies all giggling underneath him, which made his own laughter sound like it was being mocked and mimicked by the satyrs holding him hostage. None of this should be even remotely pleasing to the centaur, but that didn't stop his thick horsecock from smacking around lewdly and spurting out pre. His balls were constantly trying to pull upward, just for the chance of being able to churn out the load Flavian's body was desperate to spew out from Giles and his friends' tools. But even when tears were starting to build up at the corners of his clenched eyes, Flavian tried his hardest to appear untarnished as he seethed through his giggling breaths.

"Hrhrhrhrhrhrhrnnngggg... NNNGHHHHH... P-PLEASE CHANGE YOUR MIND, I BEG OF YOU!! HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!!!~"

"Ooooh!!~" Giles' face lit up like a campfire, and his eyes widened to marvel at Flavian's diligence. "My goodness, that's a strong plea! Do you really want me to change my mind that badly, Flavian?~"

"NNNGHHHH... Y-Y-YES!!" Flavian used whatever strength he had to pull his head up and roar out that answer as clearly as possible. "Hehehehehehe, PLEASE! I--HA HA HA HA HA HA!!~ I-I beg of you to... t-to reconsider!!! HEHEHEHEHEHE!!!~"

"Alright, alright!" Giles put out both of his hands, pausing his own feather-lashing to show sincerity in front of the mighty centaur. "If you want me to change my mind that badly, I'll respect your decision! I can always respect a man who knows what he wants~"

After taking a couple steps back, the satyr cleared his throat loudly enough to catch the minstrel's attention. "EVERYBODY! It seems that there's been a slight change in plans today~"

Flavian froze up when he felt all of those tickling tools stop in an instant, leaving him hanging in awkward silence. He wasn't sure what Giles was planning, or what might happen after that nonstop tickling stopped so suddenly. But as his body was left twitching in the bondage, his nerves screaming out in protest due to the unprepared changes, it didn't take long for the blush across his cheeks to deepen in a mixture of anticipation and looming dread.

"Now, I already promised Flavian here that we would only tickle him for twenty minutes..." Giles made sure to extend a hand out towards the centaur, before nodding towards him and asking, "Is that correct, good sir?~"

"Uhhhh..." Flavian could tell that something was wrong, but too many endorphins were streaming through his system after that intense tickle-session was put on pause. So instead of questioning Giles' motives, he merely nodded his head while his face burned with blush. "Y... Yes, that... that is correct..."

"That's good to hear," noted Giles, before he narrowed his eyes on Flavian with a more obscene-looking smirk. "HOWEVER..."

That was when Giles turned back to his waiting minstrel of grinning satyrs, and added, "Since our guest had just openly begged for me to change my mind, I'll do just that!~"

"WAIT, WHAT!?!"

Much to Flavian's horror, Giles took no heed to that shocked outburst as he hopped up triumphantly from his goat-legs. "Instead of twenty minutes, I've decided to change my mind, and have his tickling commence for the rest of the afternoon!~"

"YAAAYYYYY!!!~" All of the satyrs cheered wildly, with many of them raising their unusual tools of torment high in solidarity. Flavian could be heard belting out a horrified "Nooooo!" in response, but none of the minstrels seemed to care by that point. Instead, the group all swarmed around the centaur's body like vultures on a freshly-laid corpse, eager to resume their tickling without a clear time-limit. And all the while, Giles just stared Flavian down with a smug grin on his face.

"Thank you very much for helping me change my mind, Mister Flavian~" Giles chittered to himself cockily, and narrowed his sights on the centaur gawking back at him. Even though Flavian's jaw was rightfully dropped in stunned silence, he wasn't able to give any statements before the tickling re-commenced. Instead, the centaur was forced to start laughing at full-force once more, with his poor cock throbbing like mad from the incessent stimulation it was being given through tickle torture.

"AAAHHHH!! HEHEHEHEHEHE!!~ OH GODDESS, NOO-PBBBTTTTT HAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!!!~"

Flavian eventually lost it, pulling his head back freely to start cracking up under the guise of all those flickering tools. Even though tears were streaming down the centaur's cheeks, his frozen smile remained for quite a while as he succumbed to the shameful lust that followed his pride breaking. Giles may have been joining in as well, as he focused on the centaur's human-half to tickle him to the point of climax. But given how well-endowed their captive centaur truthfully was, even the leader couldn't help sneaking glances at that thick, meaty horsecock while it was being tormented by so many brushes at once; even less than a minute after the new order was given by Giles, Flavian's cock was twitching hard enough shoot strands of his pre all around the giggling group.

"You know, boys," purred Giles with a hungry grin as he licked his lips in anticipation. "If you can get that big horsey to ejaculate, that'll just confirm that he's a big ol' tickle slut~ And then, there wouldn't be any reason not to keep him around and keep ourselves entertained~"

"YAAAYYYY!!!~"

Flavian was too lost in guilty pleasure to catch most of what Giles said; but as soon as all his minstrel friends cheered in solidarity, the attention given to the centaur's cock left him in near-unfathomable levels of arousal. The constant swipes of so many soft brushes, which glided against his skin to leave it tingling intensely, eventually left him feeling like a million army ants were crawling all over his privates. And as those dozens of brushes tickled his cock, and any other sensitive regions to leave him squirming and shrieking helplessly, the unending stimulation was leaving him throbbing haster than his thundering heartbeat. Heavy ropes of precum were shooting from his cock between strong pulsations, which caused some of the satyrs to fight one another to get in front and let strands hit their chest-fur. But by the time Flavian's cock began throbbing more notably, there was an obvious crowd trying to form between his legs while he reeled back moaning. "HRRRNNNNGHHH!!~ Aaaahhhh!! AAAHHHHH!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!~"

Giles was grinning wickedly wide, and already nodding his head in approval of Flavian's intensifying moans. But the moment the centaur pulled his head back to moan up to the open skies above, Giles made sure to lean in and whisper, "That's right, tickle slut~ Prove I'm right..."

"GNNNGHHHH!!!" Flavian's face grimaced tightly in response to Giles' teasing remark; but at the same time, his entire body froze up as he succumbed to his orgasm nonetheless. Before he could try and stop himself, Flavian's horsecock spasmed wildly between his legs, and smacked the underside of his barrel before unloading several heavy ropes of cum. Strand after strand of the centaur's thick loads erupted from his flared head, raining down sloppily all over those perverted satyrs as they giggled and moaned with glee. Many of them were either licking up Flavian's cum from the fur on their arms, or trying to lean in and get a fresh load shot in their open mouths. But for the overwhelmed centaur moaning above the group, their presence was barely noticed as he wailed out deeply enough for his voice to echo throughout the first.

"Nnnnnnn~" Giles was still clutching Flavian's head tightly, and savoring the sounds of the centaur's tired moans while licking along the nape of his neck. The satyr had a massive erection peeking from between his goat-legs, but he refrained from touching himself while hugging Flavian. Eventually, the satyr pulled back with a strong shudder, and grinned down at the sight of that spent and twitching horsecock. Even as it hung flaccidly between Flavian's legs following his orgasm, many of the horny satyrs were still trying to tickle it to keep him giggling weakly in his restraints.

"Hehehehehehehe... Hrhrhrhrhrhrnnnggggg~"

"Thaaaaaaaat's right..." Giles was grinning lewdly while marvelling at the sight of Flavian enduring more tickling without resistance. After experiencing one of the most intense orgasms of his life, the centaur wasn't trying to break free from his bindings while his mind was cleared. Instead, Flavian remained right in place while his body underwent more tickling from the satyrs cackling to one another under him. Giles wasn't sure if that was because they wiped him out so early, or if the centaur really was too broken-down to continue fighting against them. Either way though, the satyr was smirking to himself in satisfaction before muttering to himself, "Hmmm... I wonder how long he'll stay compared to the other centaurs we captured?~"

The End