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Friday After School
It was Friday after school. I had just gotten home and was all laid out on my couch when my cell phone rang...
"Hello?"
"It's Casey, come over."
"Sure, be there in a couple minutes."
I hung up my phone and smiled as I picked up my backpack and headed out of the house, walking the five doors down to my friend Casey's house. I hadn't changed out of my school outfit, so I was wearing a pair of knee-length khaki shorts, a black DC t-shirt, white cotton ankle socks, DC skate shoes, and a pair of blue boxers. I knocked on the door, and a couple seconds later Casey opened it up. He's 15, a year younger than me, and is only a couple inches shorter than I am. He was wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt, socks and black Chuck Taylor sneakers. Stereotypical emo kid. "Hey dude, come on in...let's go to the basement."
We headed down to the basement, where I dropped my bag and flopped onto the couch to watch some more TV. Casey, however, had other ideas. A small light blue piece of material landed right in my face and fell onto my chest. I picked it up and groaned "Awwww, can't we wait like an hour or so, I just walked home!"
Casey laughed and shook his head. "Not a chance. Hurry up while I get the stuff ready." I grudgingly got up off the couch and headed to the bathroom, where I quickly undressed out of my school clothes, feeling my cheeks flush as I slip my feet into the light blue speedo boxer briefs, similar to the boyshorts that girls wear. It was a little tie-up game agreement that we worked out, he could call me over between Friday afternoon and Sunday evening and if I had nothing else to do I had to come over. Not that I minded, really, I loved being tied up! But I never just got tied up...
I shivered a bit as I stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air from the air conditioning vent hitting my exposed pale skin. Casey had set out some coils of white cotton rope in front of the couch, and I obediently laid down on my stomach next to him. My friend, now captor, quickly pulled my wrists behind my back, tying them together tightly with a length of rope. Another rope quickly loops around my arms, drawing my elbows together and tightly securing them in place. One final length wound around my stomach and forearms, securing my arms tight against my bare back.
"Bend your knees, heels up to your butt," Casey said. I quickly complied, and he quickly secured my legs in place, rope looping around my bare ankle and upper thigh on each leg, tightly folding my legs and holding them in place...a classic 'frogtie.' I squirmed about on my tummy as Casey picks up my ankle socks out of the pile, balling both of them up. He holds the wad of socks in front of my mouth, and I wrinkle my nose as the scent hits my nostrils. Knowing what's next, I open my mouth wide, letting out a soft "mmpphh!" as my captor stuffs the socks into my mouth. I groan softly, my own dirty socks stuffed deep into my mouth, some strips of thick gray duct tape slapped over my lips to seal the socks in. Sock gags are usual, but Casey had something extra in mind. My blue eyes went wide as I felt a dense foam pad press over my already-gagged lips, more duct tape winding over the pad and around my head. Casey pulls the tape tight with each circuit, squeezing the foam onto my mouth and muffling my mmphs further. As a final humiliating insult, I watched wide-eyed as he took out a thick red Sharpee, writing 'slaveboy' in big block letters right on the tape sealing over my mouth.
I spent a couple minutes testing my bonds, squirming and wriggling on the floor as Casey put away all the extra supplies. I was completely helpless, arms and legs tightly tied, any sound I make heavily muffled by the gag, naked except for the embarrassing light blue speedo, the thin material stretching over my butt and crotch area. I craned my head over my shoulder, emitting a muffled little squeal into my gag as my eyes widen, seeing my captor coming back with a long feather. "I think I'll tickle you for a while, then we'll watch a movie," he said with a wide grin, kneeling next to my helpless form.
I whined and whimpered into my gag as my friend and captor slowly lowered the feather, first aiming for my exposed, sensitive feet. I instantly started to thrash and squeal into my gag as the feather brushed against the soft soles of my feet, scrunching my eyes shut as I scream into my gag, helpless to avoid the tickling. Casey laughs as he drags the blade of the feather over my feet, then down the insides of each leg. I continue to flop around like a landed fish as the feather traces its way over me, tracing a continuous line all over my exposed body. Unable to stop the relentless tickle torture, I can only emit muffled laughs and squeals, my pale skin starting to shine and glimmer from perspiration. 20 seemingly endless minutes later, the tickling finally ends, leaving me groaning and panting for breath, my face bright red, nostrils flaring as air hisses in noisily in and out of my nose.
Casey laughs and gives my head a humiliating little ruffle. "Good slaveboy, now it's time for the movie." He grins down at me, then says "I think I need a footrest." Great, I get to be a footrest. I grunt into my gag as I slowly struggle around, eventually getting to my knees. I shuffle on my knees closer to the couch, right in front of where my friend/captor is sitting. I face the couch as I slowly lower my gagged face to the floor, my speedo-d bottom thrusting upward. I feel my cheeks burn as I hear him say "Very good slaveboy. I hope you haven't seen 'Avatar' yet, because I just got the Blu-Ray." A soft groan escapes me as I feel Casey's socked feet prop up on me, right over my light blue butt. He crosses his ankles and relaxes, settling down to watch the cinematic marathon that is the 'Avatar' movie, me kneeling at his feet, face pressed to the floor, my butt thrust up for use as his personal footrest.
It's gonna be a long night.