## Spreadeagled on a school trip

Post by handcuffed_boy » Tue Dec 27, 2011 1:14 pm

I was on a school trip away in the country for a few nights. Coming from London we welcomed the break from the city even if we had to work on coursework for the weekend. I was the youngest looking in the class - 17, but everyone said I looked 13 (14 at the most) and treated me like a kid. Some of them, girls and boys, actually bullied me, even physically sometimes. I couldn't believe it, because we were in sixth form now and didn't wear uniform any more, so I didn't think that sort of thing would happen any more. I was 5ft 7, so not that short, but so slim and really young face. Some people told me I looked like a girl. Everyone else seemed so grown up in comparison to me.
We were staying in dorms at this study centre and it was Saturday night, we had some alcohol and had been drinking into the night. I'd had a few cups of wine but being a good boy, I'd decided to try and go to bed. I was wearing just a purple t shirt, my black underpants and small black socks and had got into my sleeping bag. I couldn't sleep though, and heard some of the girls talking next door so went in to them. I got on best with the girls as they were usually nicer to me. I kept my sleeping bag around me for protection as I'd have felt very exposed in the little I was wearing.
Lucy, Kate and Carly were in there swigging on bottles of wine and chatting quietly and they welcomed me in. I joined in the chat for a while, I felt safe with these girls, they were sweet to me and I was relaxed with them.
But 10 minutes later Julia arrived in. Julia was always quite mean to me, she enjoyed winding me up and then asking me was I going to cry, stuff like that. She said I looked like a girl all the time and joined in when the boys bullied me. The other girls didn't like it but still, they were her friends and wanted to 'stay in' with her. I didn't try to leave when Julia came in, but quickly hid my skinny arms under the sleeping bag. I can't explain it but I suddenly felt excited at being so exposed under my sleeping bag when the bully girl had just arrived.
I think Julia had had quite a lot to drink as well, maybe more than the others. Straight away she started teasing me: 'Hey skinny boy, you got any muscles yet?'
I must have looked upset, as Lucy told her to leave me alone: 'He's with us having a drink, just leave it'. Julia agreed and calmed down for a bit but she kept looking over me. She asked me why I was hiding my arms so I had to pull them out, but then she teased me about how slender they are.
'Are you ticklish Mark?' Julia asked mischievously.
'No', I said sheepishly, and unconvincingly.
'Well I want to see if you are.â€™
The other girls told Julia to leave me alone, but she sighed, telling them: 'Look, I just want to test this out'.
Before I knew it, she'd grabbed my wrists and was holding them over my head! Her grip was strong and I was trapped. Julia was slender but athletic and had some proper muscles, unlike me. Then she invited the others to join in. 'Now, will one of you just give him a tickle on his belly and then we'll say no more about it?'
Unfortunately for me, the goalposts had shifted: Julia was presenting me to the others on a plate, and cleverly making it seem okay. Now they all looked tempted, apart from Lucy (the nicest girl ever) who again told Julia to â€˜Leave him aloneâ€™. I knew they wouldnâ€™t all be so nice though.
Carly, a tall thin girl with long blonde hair whoâ€™d just won a young model contest, did the honours and reached right down my sleeping bag to give my belly a quick tickle with her long skinny fingers. I went into hysterics straight away and started losing my breath. I tried to wriggle my body around but Julia had my wrists held tight. â€˜Please donâ€™t do that,â€™ I pleaded.
â€˜Ahâ€™, said Julia, â€˜so we ARE ticklish then, are we?â€™ Carly stood there giggling at me. â€˜I canâ€™t believe how ticklish he is!â€™ Something was now underway that I was powerless to stop.
Kate, the smallest girl in our class with big legs, slim waist and arms and her dark hair in a pretty pony tail, wanted to have a go. She reached down and did the same, only for longer. â€˜No, No, No... Please!â€™ I shrieked in total panic. But she kept going. With my arms restrained and my legs trapped in a sleeping bag, there wasnâ€™t much I could do to stop her. This was hell.
Kate and Carly stood there smiling as if theyâ€™d found a new toy to play with. â€˜Try his underarmsâ€™, said Julia, who still had hold of my wrists. â€˜Oh No,â€™ I implored, â€˜anything but that!â€™. Kate went straight in and put both her hands down each of my t shirt sleeves and aggressively tickled my underarms without mercy.
â€˜No, Please, No, Just... Stop! Donâ€™t... Really!...â€™ I begged, but Kate kept going, smiling sadistically. She did it for about five minutes straight. If I hadnâ€™t been held in place Iâ€™d have been over the other side of the room by now.
Carly started laughing loudly. I looked down. Iâ€™d wriggled around so much during the tickling that my blue sleeping bag was down around my ankles, exposing my thin, snow white legs, covered only a little at the top by the bottom of my t shirt.
Lucy, my friend, had been trying to stop them, but now she looked at me and couldnâ€™t stop giggling. I realised the atmosphere had changed. They were still swigging from the bottles of wine and had less inhibitions now.
Carly was the sweetest looking girl in our class and so pretty and I never thought she could be mean. So I was surprised when she grabbed my ankles, cupped them together in her hands and said: â€˜Letâ€™s tie him upâ€™.
Julia had got tired of holding my wrists up and had shifted her grip to my upper arms, which made me just as helpless. â€˜Ooh, someoneâ€™s kinkyâ€™, Julia teased: â€˜Whoâ€™d have thought it eh, sweet Carly, Britainâ€™s next top model?â€™
â€˜Wrong competitionâ€™, Carly retorted, grinning sheepishly, still gripping my socked feet. She looked vulnerable herself, standing there in blue jean shorts, a grey sleeveless top and flipflops. But Carly didnâ€™t think she was in any danger at all, she thought she was totally safe.
Sweet Lucy, sitting there in her long grey knee socks, short skirt and top, looked at me and gave me a little wink. â€˜Wellâ€™, Lucy said, â€˜Have you ever tied anyone up before? You have to do it properlyâ€™.
â€˜Oh yeah?â€™, said Carly, looking a bit worried.
Lucy was in every way the perfect girl. About my height with an hourglass figure with slender ankles and feet, slender arms and a beautiful face with natural blonde hair. She had kept quiet up to now, so everyone was interested to know what she had to say. Lucy started taking off her long socks and told the taller but skinnier Carly: â€˜You can start by letting go of his feetâ€™. Strangely, she obeyed, instantly.
â€˜Nowâ€™, Lucy said, holding up her strong socks, â€˜These will do for the wrists, but youâ€™ll need something for the ankles, like a belt or two. Get to it then!â€™
Carly looked stunned but started rummaging through her suitcase, with her back to the room. Sadistic Julia was all on for tying me up and was delighted when Carly found a black leather belt and an orange cloth belt.
I asked to please stop this now, but secretly, I was excited at the idea, although I wasnâ€™t looking forward to more tickle torture. Lucy told Carly to get on with tying my ankles together first. Carly bent her slender body right over to pick my ankles up. I didnâ€™t resist at all. I loved this.
â€˜Did you know the best way to tie someone up is spreadeagle position?â€™ Lucy interjected. Carly looked wide-eyed again. â€˜No, never heard of it, whatâ€™s that?â€™
â€˜Ah, so innocentâ€™, teased Julia, still pinning my arms. â€˜Donâ€™t they teach you that in skinny model school?â€™ But she enlightened Carly on the topic.
Sweet Lucy, a closet expert on bondage - her boyfriend tied her up regularly - chipped in: â€˜You see, thatâ€™s why we have restraints for both ankles and both wrists.â€™
Carly had been upset by the insult, but brightened up on hearing this, and asked the others: â€˜So is that what weâ€™ll do then?â€™.
â€˜Oh yes,â€™ sadistic Julia answered, looking down at Carlyâ€™s feet to make her feel self-conscious, â€˜Thatâ€™s what weâ€™ll do.â€™
TBC

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Post by Scottstud94 » Tue Dec 27, 2011 1:39 pm

I am excited to see what happens next!

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Post by handcuffed_boy » Tue Dec 27, 2011 2:16 pm

Thanks, who's your fave character?

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Post by mike418 » Thu Dec 29, 2011 10:59 am

Poor Mark...girls can be cruel..lol

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Post by sarumansauron » Sun Jan 01, 2012 7:11 am

Cool story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

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Post by thedarkdefender » Sun Jan 15, 2012 8:38 am

nice little fantasy there

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Post by sarwrductan » Sun Jan 22, 2012 5:47 pm

Haah-ha-ha A purple shirt and black underpants?...Wrapped in your sleeping bag and visiting the girls?.....Add alcohol and now belts and socks to about 4 girls vs. 1 boy?....Ohh-yeah!...and" sleeping bag down around your ankles your snow white legs covered only at the top by your shirt"...lol...uhhh...you still had your black underpants on....lol...r i i i i i ight?
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble