## Working Hard

Post by Jay Feely » Thu Sep 27, 2012 7:15 am

I'm a body builder says my friend named Steven Chang. He is making his 1st trip to America. In 2010, I was 20 and my friend was 21. He was very smart, strong, but to me, he was a perfect victim for my tied up game. He was laying on my bed, hands and feet stretched out like an eagle. He wasted a bottle of wine and I was fumming because the wine in question was for my parents anniversary and it was a $45 bottle. I used my rope to carefully restrain him to my bed without stirring him awake. He enjoys sleeping with his shoes and socks on, so I removed them exposing his bare feet. His hands and feet was tied to all four corners of the bed and his big toe was strung up. I did not blindfold or gag him to prepare him for what is coming next. I nibbled at his toes with my teeth and he showed no responses since I have known him to be a heavy sleeper which gave me an advantage. To me, worshipping his feet was a good and exciting feeling. Then, I scribbled my fingers on the soles of his feet and he was twitching his toes. For a moment, all was kind to me, until he woke up. I was like, "You are screwed" to myself.
To be Continued
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

### Re: Working Hard

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Sep 28, 2012 8:05 pm

Nice start! Thanks! Welcome back Master Jay!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Working Hard

Post by Jay Feely » Sat Sep 29, 2012 12:16 pm

He said, if I let you continue worshipping my feet, you must let me tie you up and torture you afterwards for which you have no say to how I will tie you up and torture you. I did not want my fantasy to end so I agreed. I sucked on each of his toes, and it felt good and he was making weird noises as if he was not from this world. I felt that he was going to get hard so I unlaced his pants, and sure enough his cock was hard. But, I decided to not mess with it. I opened a bottle of nail polish that was bright pink and he was begging and pleading for me not to use it, but I declined his request because I felt like he needed this since I never done this before to his feet. As every coating was applied, he was cursing and using negative words under his breath. I snapped a photograph and sent it to his friends and had mixed responses so I knew that I was in trouble if they caught hold of me but truly and to be honest, I did not care. I used a ball point pen to slowly draw unicorns, hearts, and other things including dirty words on the bottoms and tops of his big feet. He warned me that I was in for it, but being so stupid as I was, I once again refused to listen to him, but I would soon regret my decision because in my precious moment of worshipping my feet, I failed to notice two guys sneaking up behind me until they grabbed my arms and twisted it behind my back. I cried out in pain but could not fight back since they were stronger than me. My heart dropped and I started to cry as my hands was bound behind my back. Next, they tied my ankles, and connected it to my wrists creating a hogtie that I could not escape from. They put duct tape over my eyes so I cannot see.
Then, I heard my roommate being untied from his bed. Suddenly, a jolt of pain hit me as I felt a pair of hands striking my feet and it was apparent that my roommate had no intention to let me escape from my well deserved fate since I was not smart about tying him up and torturing him. As tears rolled down my face, the slapping on my feet stopped. But, I felt something very sticky and I soon realized it was a combination of peanut butter and jelly and it was in between my toes, covering my soles, and on the tops of my feet. Then, I kind of expected them to lick it off from my feet, but that is not what happened. Instead, they used a fork to scrape off the food which tickled like crazy and I started to giggle which soon esclated to high pitched laughter. Neither of the boys spoke to me as they continued my torture. When my feet was scraped clean, I felt a wet rag that was filled with soap and water and being used to wash down my feet which caused me to laugh very loud and even though a few minutes passed, I end up peeing myself which alterted my torture as they stopped tickling me,and switched to biting my toes and declaring me to be a crybaby which is very humuliating and embarrassing to me. I was unable to hold back my tears as this continued and when they reached my big toe, it was unbearable as it reminded me of how bullies used to do this to me when they had me tied up and tortured.
To be Continued
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

### Re: Working Hard

Post by sarumansauron » Sun Sep 30, 2012 5:25 am

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

### Re: Working Hard

Post by Jay Feely » Sun Sep 30, 2012 7:19 pm

The last thing was the hardest thing I ever had to endure as they decided to shave my underarms with an electrical razor and I was screaming in despair because it was one thing no man should ever go through. After finishing with my left and right underarms, they banged on my head with their hands as if my head was a drum and it was slighty painful as waves richochetched on my head back and forth in a pendullam effect. They never seem to be sastified in punishing me, as evidenced by the degree of my torture and how they do not appeal to my emotions. I, on the other hand, was left wondering when it was going to end. Then, one of the boys grabbed my nipple and twisted it to my left and it was the most painful purple nurple ever as he held it for 15 seconds. I was feeling defeated when this happened and it was apparent that I may not get a chance to retaliate as it was getting later in the day and I was close to exhaustion. But, that did not mean that I would get a well deserved break. The boys must had went into overdrive because they started to pinch my skin with two fingers in various areas such as my underarms, feet, and ribs and it left me in tears. Finally, they had enough, and untied me and let me go but warned me if I ever seeked revenge, it would be even more uncomfortable for me. I did retaliate, but that is another story. For now, just remember, if you ever decide to mess with your roommate, you might have the same fate as me. You have been warned so I will not feel any sympathy for you if you are tied up and tortured by your roommate and his friend because you decided to mess with him or her first.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

### Re: Working Hard

Post by sarumansauron » Wed Oct 03, 2012 5:07 pm

Nice continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!