Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby Jay Feely » Thu Mar 17, 2011 1:55 pm

There is a river near my town. When people walk past it, they think nothing of it. There is a small hut in the middle of the river on the left side. It was surrounded by water, and a bridge connects dry land to it. I was born and raised there by my original name of Hunter, but the experiences in the hut was terrifying for me, and can only be retold by me to spread awareness about this place and the dangers it has for young boys. I was 13 at the time of the incident. My father was a blacksmith and has to create weaponary for the army. My mother did not work, and instead took care of my two younger brothers, Drew and Alex, and my two young sisters, Natalie and Charlotte.

My siblings kept to themselves as they did not have many friends and nothing I say or do with them interests them. Being the oldest put a strain on me because neither of my parents went to college and it was my time to become the first one out in my family. There was still 5 years of high school left for me, so I studied hard and did not watch television or play videogames nor did I play with the neigborhood kids. Every house in this block was near the river. When it rained hard, we had to scurry to a safe haven at the top of the river banks in order to avoid drowning. None of my siblings and parents can swim. However, despite my good grades, I struggled with drugs and alcohol and it has led to behavioral problems. When I turned 14 in the summer of 1999, I was declining in my expertise and my grades suffered and I lost a couple of my friends

One day, I was sleeping alone in my room and my mom was in the kitchen cooking something special for my father. I heard the door open, and I awoke, and crept down the stairs to the ground floor to see who has come into the house. It was my father. He had dirty hands and feet, likely from working so hard. I remember feeling his hands, and it was so rough. My father was accompained by another man, who worked at the same place where my father worked. I heard them talk about me for a second. Suddenly, the man who came with my father approached me with a blank stare, as he forcibly pushed me to the ground. He took out a piece of rope, and positioned my hands behind my back. I cried as he tied my hands. Then, he blindfolded me so I cannot see. Maybe this was someone my parents hired to deal with my issues that is harming myself and others, but before I could talk, the man had me gagged and ankles restrained. He connected the ankles to the wrists, thus forming a perfect hogtie. What was going to happen to me next would be a decision that my parents and I would regret.

I heard him load me onto the back of his truck, and then he took me away. The drive lasted about 12-15 minutes, but something happened along the way. The truck stopped, and I was transferred to another vehicle. The next trip continued for another hour and then ended in front of a building since I could hear doors opening. So, what is my fate? I soon got my answer when my blindfold and gag was removed. I was met by an older man who asked me for my name. I said Hunter, and he wrote it down on a piece of paper. I felt like it was not a good idea to try to escape since these men seems very strong and well educated. He told me that I was guilty of underage drinking and abuse of drugs, and my parents called him to treat me before it boils out of control.

So, he processed me. He untied me from my hogtie so he can fingerprint me and take one photograph of me facing the front. He threw me a leather jacket and asked me to put it on. I did. He then ordered me to put my hands in front of me. I did, and he handcuffed them. He helped another officer put a ankle mointering bracelet on me, and it took a couple of minutes to do that. He told me to be quiet as he led me into the building. I did what he asked me to do, and followed him down a narrow hallway. In a door to the left was a sign that says Hunter on it. He showed me my roommate named Steven, who has also been problamatic with alcohol and drugs, and uncuffed me.

As he left the room, he gave me room assignments. This place is known for remediation, so they were awareness classes from 9 am-12 pm for me to attend from Monday to Friday followed by lunch from 12:30-1:30 pm. Then, I had to take therphy from 2-3 pm, followed by free time to dinner. Finally, I would have to submit to a drug test to make sure I am following the rules. I thought it would not be so bad, that is until he pronounced my duration of the sentence, to be spent her for an entire summer. That was 4 long months. The discipline policy was very strict, and would often lead to harsh punishment. Cussing would be punishable by having my mouth washed out. Fighting is aganist the rules, and the person responsible would be tied up and beaten by a whip.

So, there I was in a building to treat my drug and alcohol addiction, but before the summer ended, they would be surprises to come.

To be Continued

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: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby Jay Feely » Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:14 am

Tyler was a very good roommate because he entertained me when I was not preparing for a test or anything. In order to be considered ready to leave the facility, a student must pass all courses for their addiction treatment with a C or better. That was easy for me, as I studied with the best of intentions. Then, it was time for the punishment phase, that all students had to go through as the school said it would remodel the students and it would induce a lot of hard work on the kids that attended the building. I was selected first when an officer came to my room, and called my name. Tyler reassured me as I was crying when my wrists was cuffed behind my back, and then I was given a towel before being led away to the yard of the building. There was shackles for my wrists and ankles on a wall. They uncuffed me, and ordered me to remove my shirt and pants. This was about to be different for me because no one has ever told me to strip before except when I had to take a shower. So, instead of listening to them, I decided to run away. However, karma caught up with me because they were faster than me, and managed to knock me out cold with one punch to my mouth. When I woke up hours later, I found myself restrained to the same wall they tried to shackle me to earlier, and it was a dreadful experience. They whipped me about 14 times due to my age. Tears rolled down my eyes, but they ignored my cries and screams to stop. They said it would have been less painful if I did not try to run away earlier, but I learned that the hard way. After being whipped, they let me go, but ordered me to return to the room lying on my stomach, and putting my hands behind my back. Rather than test them again, I did just what they ordered me to do.

A couple of minutes later, I was hogtied, and my friend was ordered to tickle my feet. I was mortified. Not only was I ticklish, but I resented being tickled. Some of my friends had caught me sleeping at camp before, and tickled me till I wet myself after they tied my feet together, and attached my wrists to a tree. It was not a good experience, so I quit camp days later. Now, Tyler was in control as he attacked my feet with his fingers. When he reached into my toes, I burst out with so much laughter, that I temporary lost my voice. It was nearly impossible for me to hold in my laughter because he did it so quickly and sometimes slowly to create a web of humor, that I did not like. So, for the next hour or so, he relentlessly tickled my feet until the guard told me to get dressed for dinner. It was the most horrible dinner I ever experienced with red beans and rice. After dinner, I returned to my room, when all of a sudden, sierns blared in the distance. An officer took me by my arms and dragged me down the hallway to the exit. There was a red van parked outside, and the police officer forced me inside the van. He handcuffed me and shackled my ankles. As the van pulled away, I had no idea where it was taking me, or what would become of me.

Soon, I got my answer. The van stopped in front of a small house. Inside, there was a family of 2 parents, and 2 boys around my age. The officer helped me get out of the van, and released the restraints binding me. They said, I had been tranferred to the hell house, and I did not like the sound of that. The family welcomed me inside, and forced me to go to bed. My room on the second floor of the house had a lot of bizzare and mysterious things. There was a boar head on the wall, and it scared the crap out of me. A clown inflatable took me by strom because I had been deeply afraid of clowns since I was a little kid, and this one was no exception. Other than a dresser, and a table, there was no other furniture in this room, which did not surprise me at all. As I was going to sleep, one of the kids, crawled into my bed, put my foot in his lap, and started to play with it. He was 13 years old, and he started to play "This little piggy" on my toes. In my reaction, I did something that no kid should ever do. I kicked him square in the face. His nose started to bleed and he was crying. His parents rushed upstairs, and before I had a chance to creep down the stairs, they grabbed me, and took me to the 3rd story, which I discovered it was a dungeon. In the center of the room was a rack. They fastened my wrists and ankles to the rollers, and said what I did was rude and intolerable in the house.

So, I figured this was going to be my punishment, but when they brought in their 13 year old son, now bandaged up by his 15 year old brother, I did not like the sight of him. The 13 year old took out a fork and run it up and down my foot. I giggled, and the kid smiled. There was no doubt in my mind that I was doomed to be tickled at the hands of this young boy. He was very relentless, and was worse than the tormentors I had earlier. He licked my feet, and then wiggled his fingers down my feet. I was not happy as my helpless and poor foot was being tickled, but it did not seem to stop him. My feet was very ticklish because of an earlier incident in which I became a test subject at a phychology lab, and my scientist accidentally gave me a substance that made me more sensitive to tickling than I ever imagined. The tickling continued as this little brat tickled me again, but this time with an electrical toothbrush. I lay there laughing all night as bristles run all over my feet. He used things like a feather, a ball point pen, and a ink roller to drive me insane. At the end of the day, he finally let me go, and I lay there with black feet and still restrained to the rack.

The next morning, there was a loud crash in the distance. Apparently, the 13 year old kid had tried to get something from the shelf near me, but he let loose a fury of glasses that shattered. This is when I noticed the difference in this family. Rather than punish him, the parents blamed me for it for not watching him. I argued that I was asleep tied to a rack, and that there was no way I could have done anything, but it was not going to please them. They released me from the rack, and took me to another room in the house which had a spanking bench. My thoughts raced around my mind, as I feared this family, but it is what is going to happen next that took me to a cycle of darkness and awareness. The parents decided not to spank me, but instead, they forced me to strip to nothing. After I did that, they redressed me as a girl. First, a bra was placed over me. They put on a dress, and then girl pants. They forcibly put high heels on me. They pierced my ears, and it was very painful. Then, they got the boys to put makeup on me. I was complete with mascure, eye shadow, nail polish on my fingernails and toenails, and then some lipstick was applied. Finally, the boys took each of my hand, and led me outside to face the world.

They took me to the neigborhood park, and everyone pointed fingers at me and laughed at me. The kids was impressed by my new look. I was embarrassed and wanted to escape from the situation, but the boy did not want to end their fun. It was not everyday that they have a boy cross-dressed as a girl to play with. After force feeding me with disgusting liver and onions, they made me drink ginger ale which is just as bad as everything else. They took me to the neighborhood center to meet their friends. At that location, I was forced to be a cheerleader for their basketball team. I could not speak as I did the moves, and everyone was looking at me. To make matters worse, my new parents signed me up for a beauty pagent for the following day, and I puked at those words. Everything I did as a boy was destroyed as this was my temporary new life. They did not allow me to drink or smoke, which is what I really wanted to do. I received an email from my biological parents, which said they wanted to teach me a lesson I would not forget, and it was getting to me. If this is what it feels like to be publicy humuliated, I did not wanted to know the next phase of my punishment.

At nights, it was worse than the daytime. The family had me organize tea parties and other girly things. It was beginning to take the toll on me. I wanted to leave the house, but when I contacted the judge, my heart sank when he said, I had to endure this for the entire summer, just like the building treatment, but since I had shown I cannot be loyal to the people at the building, this was going to be the rest of my sentence. So, I just hoped that the summer would not be as bad in this house as in the facility, but it would soon turn out to be worse. After sleeping for another day, the pesky and annoying boys woke me up by slamming a thronbome in my face. This loud noise was too much for me. When my make-up disappeared, the boys reapplied them. They took me to restaurants at the most congested part of town, so it was going to be more humuliating for me. At least the food I received was good this time which consisted of steak with mushroom cream sauce. When I drank down my sprite, the boys suggested taking me home, and doing some fun things.

I was led back home and then the boys took me to their room. They removed all my articles of clothing, and replaced me with some new girl clothing. It seemed like they planned the entire thing out from the beginning of their lives. Then, they tickled me some more at the rack till the point I was exhausted and wet myself in the heat of the tickling. When the parents returned, they decided it was time for me to be circumcisied and I was horrified

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: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:23 am

Great start! I badly can wait to read the next part. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby Jay Feely » Wed Mar 23, 2011 10:45 am

However, when I showed fear, they said, "Just Kidding". I was so relieved and danced around in my new uniform. They decided to load me on a vehicle and take me to the beach to spend quality time with me. I blushed mainly becaus I love the idea. However, I knew it would not be all fun and games, but they harbored a deep secret. The drive to the beach took roughly nine minutes since it was close to where I lived. Once there, the boys wanted to go swimming with me. So, I set up an umberella and put up my dinner, which was fried cheese with sauce, then removed my clothing, and replaced it with swimming gear for girls. As I ran over the water, the boys shoveled me in, and I fell on my face. It was very painful to experience, but they apologized for it. We had a swimming race, and they said the loser has to pay the penalty. I was nervous, but I accepted their terms and conditions. The race started out slow for me, but I eventually gained speed to defeat one of the boys. The 13 year old boy name was Kent and the 15 year old champion name was Gabe. For the 1st time since joining the mayhem of the family, I was glad I was not going to be tied up. Gabe and I took Kent to the area of the beach with stakes in the ground. We tied his wrists and ankles to the stakes. We then blindfolded him with duct tape, and gagged it with a piece of cloth. Now helpless and bound, we had to decide what to do with this kid. For a moment, none of us could reach an agreement, but then we came up with an idea. We decided to tickle him on his underarms, feet, and tummy. As the fingers approached him, he let out a giggle since we had loosely gagged him. He panicked when we tickled his underarms because it was apparently his most ticklish spot in his entire body. He let out a roaring laugh, one that you will suspect from a cartoon character, not from a human boy. He was getting hard as the tickling continued to be more merciless. After tickling his underarms for a bit, we blew raspberries on his belly, and he erupted with laughter. I dug my finger into his belly button, and swirled it around and he lost control as peed at the intensity of the tickling, so we had to stop. We untied the boy from his restraints, and let him get a breather. The evening would not end there, however, as there was one more surprise in store for us.

We packed our belongings and ate at the beach and then we headed home. At the foster house, I was given a nice shower and was able to brush my teeth and floss. The boys was tired, and went to bed, but the parents stayed up all night watch television. It was only a matter of time before I succumed to tiredness and had to sleep as well. In the morning, I tried to get up, but was unable to. When I noticed my surroundings, I realized that I have been tied to my own bed with rope. The boys had plans for me today, and it would not be a pleasant one. Gabe and Kent looked at me with an odd expression on their faces, as if they had been planning this for years. They opened a container, and I saw that it had bristles on it and turned fearful because I knew it was a paint brush. Gabe opened his backpack and removed a set of paint, and I knew what was coming for me. He wet the brush then swirled it around the paint for a bit before he started painting on me. By the way, I slept with my shirt off, so there was a large canvas for them to play with. They painted greek letters on my tummy according to what they revealed to me later. At the instance that the brush touched my skin, I laughed because it was ticklish. They seemed to enjoy this from me, as they continued to paint me. Kent drew a college symbol on my arms and legs, and it tickled like crazy, and I peed myself. Unlike the beach incident in which Kent was released, these boys did not set me free, and it made me a little bit angry but I said nothing. They painted Chinese Characters on the soles of my feet, and it was done in slow motion to increase the tickle torture. Tears ran down my checks as the tickling continued to be worse. They painted on my underarms, and it broke the cannon from me as I laughed like a wild animal. Thankfully, after 1 hour, they released me. The paint had dried and when I saw myself in the mirror, I could not help it but giggle since I had been transformed.

We sat down at the breakfast table, and ate scrambled eggs with pork sausage links and biscuits. After breakfast, we decided to play videogames. I was excited at the idea since videogames represented my life, so I was happy. Once again, the loser had to submit to being tied up and tortured by the other 2 boys. The game was chosen by a uainamous vote, and it was Wii Sports. This was fun for me, as I outshined the other competitors and won. Gabe lost in the last set, and had to submit to his punishment. Kent ordered him to cross his hands behind his back. When he did this, Kent tied his wrists together with electrical tape. I then tied his ankles. We carried him to the porch where people can see him. At the sight of him, people reacted in different ways. Some just laughed, and others threatened to call the police if we did not release him. However, it did not faze us at all. We loaded up water balloens and tossed it at his face. We threw a lot, and he growled because he was upset that he was soaking wet, but we reminded him of the clause, and he settled down. The next thing we did was convert him into a human omlettee by cracking eggs on the top of his head, dumping sugar on him, and then adding bell peppers, cheese, mushrooms, and onions to finish the human dish. He told us to get away from him, and we did. After some time, we untied him and he chased us all over the house, and we had to hide in the safety of our rooms to make sure he does not catch us.

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: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Mar 23, 2011 12:51 pm

Very good continuation! I badly can wait to read the next part! Thanks!!! :tickle:
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby Jay Feely » Sat Mar 26, 2011 7:43 am

Gabe, though, was faster than both of us. I could hear Kent screaming "Let me Go"! in the background and I knew he was caught. I started to run towards the basement where I felt safe and secure, but it was futile when Gabe saw me approach the door. He grabbed me, and dragged me by my legs to the room where he had tied up Kent. I had bruises on my legs after the dragging, and I started to wimper and cry, but Gabe did not seem to care. Kent pleaded with Gabe to spare me because of my injury and how it could have an impact if he tied me up, but Gabe told him to hush up!, as he tied my hands behind my back. He removed my shirt and connected a set of electrodes to my nipples to an additional outlet on his electron machine. Well, I started to scream, and threatened to report him to his parents, but it did not faze him as he activated the machine. As the jolt of electricity hit my nipples, I started to scream louder than I have ever done before. Gabe noticed my reactions and jotted something down in his notebook, but I did not know what it was. Gabe was dominant as his treatment towards us was excessive, and this was the first time that electricity was used in our bondage games. He was a kid with a bad reputation in school as he like to bully younger kids, especially incoming freshmens, and Gabe got into trouble. He became a prime target of police, as they picked him up and arrested him for various infractions including physical assulat of an officer, beating up kids in the streets. In this house, his parents tried to keep a watchful eye over him, but when they left for grocery shopping or other things, he was free to do whatever he pleased. The electrical input increased and I now was screaming "Bloody Murder"!.

Then, I passed out, and the events that transpired during the blackout phase could not be recorded. However, when I awoke, I found myself unable to move my legs. Then, I realized that Gabe had trapped my legs in between two beds of the guest room with two bunk beds. His little brother Kent could not be found, as he may have escaped to avoid being victimized by Gabe. Gabe had tied my toes with a piece of string and yarn. I could not flex my toes or move the feet. He had me completely at my mercy, and there was nothing that I could about it until the doorbell rang. Gabe told me to be quiet or my punishment would be greater later, so I heaved his advice and waited for him to greet his foster parents and then distracted them with a movie suggestion. He told them that Kent and I had decided to go to the mall, and would not return until the evening. They believed this lying rascal even though he was known to be a troublemaker. I was stunned with disbelief. How could these parents just let this kid get away with everything?

After his parents left to go to the movie theater for a romantic evening, Gabe returned to the room where I lay helpless, and started to put thumb-tacks on the soles of my feet. I screamed with pain, and he was not finished until he had ten of them on each foot. This was beginning to terrify me as thought of possible blood loss was in my mind. Gabe then rubbed ice cubes up and down my soles, and it created a freezing sensation, and for a brief moment, my feet went numb. Gabe realized the potential danger, but he insisted on continuing to torture me for the treatment Kent and I gave to him, and he did not care for my personal health. Then, he went on a personal rant about me, saying that before I came into his family, everything was perfect, but I screwed it up. I was taken aback at his comment because he seemed gentle when I first met him, but I guess first impression deceived me. Gabe then bit my toes one by one. This caused extruciating pain because he bites hard. My toes was bleeding, but he did not concerned to put a bandage over them.

Then, I heard a shrill coming from Gabe. His little brother had just tackled him to the ground, and was busy tying his hands and feet together. Gabe was not paying attention to his surroundings so he never saw his little brother sneaking up to him. Kent released me from the ankle stocks, and we ran outside into the open, and Kent bandaged my toes. We got on bicycles and rode into the open, and it was clear that our summer was going to be a wild hell ride as we did not know where to go, but as long as it was away from Gabe, it was fine. We learned hours later that his parents had found Gabe hogtied on the floor, and his brother and other foster kid missing from the evening news, but we did not wanted to return to the tortorous lifestyle that Gabe had put us through, so we landed up in a small town called Glendrive, and it was there where we could escape from the wild life, at least that is what we thought.

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: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Mar 28, 2011 9:37 am

Great continuation! I badly can wait to read the next part. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby Jay Feely » Mon Mar 28, 2011 7:43 pm

In Glendrive, we entered into a new culture. All of the people that was 21+ of age was obessesed with alcohol consumption. A lot of the older generation was drunk and it showed in their poor performance level. Kent and I walked inside a tavern, and noticed people purchasing alcohol for minors, and it became apparent that it was not frowned upon in this town. We decided to hide inside a room in the nearby motel, but there was a problem in our plan. There was two guards standing outside armed with rifles. To sneak past them would be foolish since they also had motorbikes, the kind that can fit through small doors, and it was faster than us. Also, the interior of the motel was not occupied by regular civilians, but more cops, so it would be like attempting to rob a police station. Therefore, we gave up on the idea and look for alternative plans, but we could not find one. Then, we walked north to a village called Blusten Plains, and saw tent-like structures, and it was unoccupied. In our minds, we were committed to sleeping in them. It was a shame that we failed to notice a sign that said "This is a private property, all trespassers would be dealt with and may face criminal charges". Kent slept to my right, and we found a blanket inside that we shared. We also chowed down on the noodles, rice, and fried egg. As we rested in the night, a flashlight beam shined in our faces. We were awoken and we saw the sheriff looking over us. He said, "You boys are in big trouble for trespassing on private property, so put your hands up and get out of there slowly". It was at moment that we saw the owner of the tent. His name was Gibson Gray and he was upset. When we walked out with our hands in the air, we did not know if we would be able to return to our hometown, but we knew we were in serious trouble. We were handcuffed and led away in a station wagon that was moved by a horse.

After a couple of hours, we reached the center of town. The sheriff escorted us to our little cells, and then took our fingerprints and mug shots. For the 1st time, we were known as criminals. The bed in the cell was not comfortable as it felt like a steel mattress. Then, there was only one toliet and it was dirtier than a landfill. We had made the poorest decision of our lives, and we paid the price for it. In the morning, we were released and it was nice to have freedom, but what the sheriff said next would frighten us to our core. He said we had to fullfill a community service, and we had a choice to either sit in the public stocks and have our bare feet tickled by the citizens of the town, or forced to be put in a dunk tank at the county fair for an entire day without either of us being replaced.

So, now this is the point in the story where you get to decide our fate. Would you like to see me being dunked at the county fair or have my bare feet tickled in the stocks? For the purpose of the solution, I would tell you that my feet is size 10 and it is very ticklish due to the soft treatment of applying lotion to my feet everyday. Also, if you would like to take part in the torture, I can have you write a chapter of my story for either of the treatments described above.

To be Continued w/ Resolution by the readers.
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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: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Mar 29, 2011 9:56 am

Great continuation! Yes, I would like to see you their nude feet being tickled in the actions. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby Jay Feely » Wed Mar 30, 2011 6:06 am

We told the sheriff that we decided to fullfill our community service by letting the public tickle our feet in the stocks. He led us by our arm to the center of town, and told us to remove our shoes and socks. We did, and then he forced us into the stocks. There was a bar that our big toes was tied up. We could not flex our toes as each of the invidividual toes was also tied to the bar. There was a sign above us that said, "These boys was caught trespassing on private property, force some laugh upon them". The noon bell rang and we knew we were in trouble. In this town, people do not go to church. Instead, they hang around the market square for entertainment and public humuliation of offenders. The stocks had been used for years for the younger breed of criminals in their pre-teens and children. The adults got to spent time in a jail cell, but the kids experienced things like tickling, having wet sponges tossed at their faces, and some other things. We had chosen the tickling as our punishment because we thought it was less harsh than forcing to be in a dunk tank for the fair. However, we would soon discover how wrong we would be. The public formed a straight line and dumped in some change in order to pick up a feather to tickle our soles. As the feather glided over my toes, I giggled under my breath, but it was barely audible so I was hoping they would not notice it, but it was too late. A couple of farmers from the ranch down the street used their pike axes to glide them on our feet. To my right, Kent was screaming with laughter as he was more ticklish than me. He was barely able to wistand it, but I guess it was the purpose of this tickling. At the same time, someone used an electrical toothbrush on the soles of my feet, and I burst out with laughter that I did not know I had due to scale of it. A couple of children was busy drawing on Kent's feet, and he was laughing out of control to the point where he had to request to go to the bathroom, but the sheriff did not allow it. He let the crowd continue to tickle him, and he was crying as tears rolled down his face. I was able to stay calm because I had people tickle me before, and this was no different, except that it was for punishment not pleasure. At the same time, people was using paintbrushes on my feet as well, after seeing how much an effect it had on Kent's feet. Unlike Kent though, I barely laughed because one of the things I learned in school was that if you remained calm and relaxed, it would not tickle as much, and it worked for a while, but the sheriff noticed my inactivity, and decided to step it up a notch. He ordered the public to back off from my feet for a moment, and they did. The sheriff returned with brine and applied it to my feet. I was shocked because I knew that the only reason he did it was because I was going to have my feet licked off by a goat, and it would be a wild ride. When our feet was both covered with brine, the goats was released and they licked our feet. At first, I did not laugh much, but when the tongue of the animal continued to scape my feet, I lost it and was screaming my head off. Kent was already screaming with horror. After a couple of hours of tickling, the goats was removed, and we were safe, until he pronounced that our sentence was far from over because the moment he released us from the stocks, he told us to return the next day to be tickled in a different device.

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: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Mar 30, 2011 9:21 am

Great continuation!I badly can wait to read the next part. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby Jay Feely » Sun Apr 03, 2011 11:28 am

Kent and I made a decision to make a break for it at midnight. So, we had dinner which was a pot roast. After stalling for time, playing boardgames, and watching a movie, the clock struck midnight. We packed our bags and bolted for the exit of the town, but we halted at a post when we saw two guards on patrol with horses in the streets. This would be a bold move if we are able to escape without being seen. Then, we heard a rustling sound in the distance and as we turned to look, we felt hands grab us, and we were tossed into a station wagon. The guards had used their flashlights to spot us, and they had caught another boy, 15 year old Patrick O'Riley as he had tripped and activated an alarm system. Knowing we were in big trouble with the law for trying to run away, we could not anticipate what could happen to us. The sheriff was friendly,but he was stopped cold when we arrived at the station. He wrote our names on a sheet of paper, and said to us, well, Hunter and Kent, I had a feeling that you two would try to run away from your tickle torture in the morning. So, you will not be tickled, but face a harsher punishment. We were horrified of the extreme punishment, but there was no arguing our way out of it since we were caught red handed by the guards. Then, he turned to the 15 year old boy and told him that he would be locked in the stocks and have his feet tickled for an entire day. He said, bring it on sheriff, I can take it. I felt sorry for him because we had experienced brutal tickle torture between Kent and I, so this kid had no idea what was coming for him. However, Kent and I was whisked away before we could say anything to him. Our hands was tied behind our back, and we were blindfolded. As the sheriff put us in the back of an unknown vehicle, it was clear that our hell was going to be tougher on us, but we did not know what it was. The drive took approximatly ninety minutes, and when it stopped, the sheriff must have taken us to a secluded area because there was no other chatter nearbly. He untied our hands, and retied them to a structure above us, and left our feet dangling a few inches off the ground. Then, we felt our shirts being ripped off in a flash.

Then, I felt something hit my back. It had a stinger-like feeling, and it was only then that I realized that we were subjected to be whipped. The first hit barely affected me, but subsequently hits made me cry. I was a tough guy, but this was too much for me. My brother cried as well. After about nineteen lashes at our back, the sheriff let us go, and he treated our red marks. He said it was a fair warning, and then, we were sent to another foster house. The family we had was nicer and we were the only kids in the home. The next morning, we were driven out of the house, and put on horseback carriage to another city, where we felt safer than ever before. The town was called Cypress Ridge. There was only about 20 people living in this town. When we saw the layout and structure, we were asonished. There was only 4 buildings in this area. There was a hospital, a sheriff hut, an house that 12 people shared, and 1 saloon. The closest town was the one where we just left, so people was used to riding horseback for 1 hour to get supplies. There was no school in the area, so the children was homeschooled and self taught.

In the house, there was a small restaurant and we got treated to hot pastry and a warm muffin. We met a kid named Randall, and he was 11 years old. He grew up here since he was a young boy and he described a place in the northern part of town known as "Dark Waters". Legend has it that someone drank from the well, and became sick. After becoming delusional, he was sent to a mental institution in another city, were he was hourly restrained to his bed for making threats. The person who drank from the well was a 13 year old boy, and he later died due to mysterious reasons that was not known to the public as the institution hid it from the general population. It is said that if someone goes to the well at exactly midnight, you could see the spirit of the boy standing around at the well, and he was able to communicate to people and it freaked people out, but we discovered that there was another reason why it was called "Dark Waters".

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: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Apr 04, 2011 10:54 am

Great continuation!I badly can wait to read the next part. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby Jay Feely » Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:27 pm

I noticed that people feel uneasy at talking about the dark waters because of the urban legend associated with it. Few people understood the historical significance of the situation. However, Kent and I decided to investigate, and we headed out in midnight at 11 pm. We used flashlights and an old rusted map to guide us. At 11:59 pm, there was a shining glow in the distance, and then something more unusual happened. There were distinctive flashes of red, blue and yellow light. An object appeared in the sky with three circular rings. The lights hit the rings, and it glowed bright. All of a sudden, I was unable to move an inch. My friend Kent escaped before the incident, so he was luckily spared from it. Then, a gooey substance covered my body, and it felt like a combination of peanut butter and jelly. Then, a 13 year old boy approached me, and grabbed me, and carried me to a ship via a platform. I was led into a room, where a lot of tubes exist. Inside the tubes was younger boys and girls that is also covered with the gooey substance, and they were not moving. The boy forcibly put me inside the machine, and locked it and threw away the key. I was in shock due to the intensity of the experience and the things I saw in front of me. The boy attached an electrical helmet to my head. Then, the strangest thing happened. Memories of my childhood flashed before me. There were a couple of incidents that no one could have known about that was now in front of me.
I was 6 years old, and was sitting alone in the elementary school classroom. It was on the second floor, and the teacher was gone. The kids were sleeping with their heads down. Then, I made my move. I got up and took the last cookie from the class jar, and ate it. When I was older, at the age of 8, I was at a movie theater. There was a kid’s movie playing in the background. I was sitting with my friends because it was a field trip, and I was assigned to the seat. However, I snuck out and went to a horror movie, and got so scared that I peed myself. The teacher noticed that I was missing, and contacted the police. When I was found, everyone was hugging me and the teacher scolded me. I missed all of my recess because of it. Finally, the last moment appeared. I was 11, and was home alone because my parents were away on a family gathering. My brothers and sisters were at church and could not attend to me. Then, the door shattered and a man in a ski mask came in. He tied me, hand and feet, and then gagged and blindfolded me. I heard him put items inside a bag, and then he left the house. When my parents came, they were in shock, and called the police. The robber was unable to be found and has escaped.

Suddenly, I blacked out. When I awoke, I was unable to move a bit. In fact, I could not feel skin. Then, after someone picked me up, and put me against a mirror, I realized the horrible truth. I was transformed into a toy, but I still had my senses. It was the end of my childhood in an abrupt way, as I had lost my boyhood and is now confined to the interiors of a toy. I was shipped to another family as children played with me, and it was going to one of a wild days for me.

The End
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: Dark Waters (M/M)

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:59 pm

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