## The Cost

Post by Jay Feely » Wed Nov 30, 2011 9:12 pm

My friend and I was strolling in my apartment complex. I was 18 years old and he was 19. For those that do not know, my name is Brad and my friend name is Harry. We had became close friends in kindergarten and we had developed a relationship of tied up games. For instance, we used to restrain each other hands to a pole in the local playground and subjected our bodies to light torture like tickling and other things and we alternated to increase our endurance and it was a lot of fun. On this day where the story took place, we are both partially naked because neither of us had a shirt on because it was during the winter and we experienced a deep hotness by wearing long sleeved shirts. There was also no other people in his apartment complex because most of the people was gone for the holidays and our parents had left to go on vacation which I learned that I had no interest in.
So, we entered my apartment, and immediatly went into my bedroom to have a great time. He ordered me to lay on the bed with my hands and feet spaced out to four corner of the bed. I was experiencing some kind of rational fear because we never used a bed in the past and having my entire body exposed would be quite an endurance test for me as he stripped my pants off leaving me only in my boxers. He started to lightly glide his fingers onto my tummy which caused me to laugh right away which caused him to remark, "Well, you are one ticklish male, aren't you"? I did not know how to respond to his words because it came at the time where he already knew that I enjoyed to be tickled so I wondered if he forgot about it. He blew a couple of raspberries on my stomach which led to me screaming with delight. Next, he spider tickled my belly and dug into my innie belly button and I erupted into a series of screams and laughter like a hyena. Finally, he exposed my stomach to a hair brush which ulimately led to me crying as tears rolled down my checks.
Then, he shaved my armpit hair off and went straight for slow and light strokes on my underarms which caused me to curse under my breath. My laughter echoed in the walls of the apartment which luckily could not have disturbed the neighbors. He used his tongue to lick my armpits which led me to giggle like a little child around the ages of 6-8. The last thing he did was featheirng my underarms which caused me to explode with wild laughter. He did not discontinue his tickling spree even when I begged for him to stop because he knew my weakness and wanted to exploit it to the fullest.
My last dreaded spot was my feet which is size 10 and he knew how to tickle it. Before he attacked it, he asked me who my girlfriend is, and if I did not tell him who it was, he would attack my feet with full intent, but I refused to disclose that information, which enraged him, as he said "Okay, but now you are in for it". He took my toes and put them one by one in his mouth and sucked on it and it emitted a scream from me because my toes was extremely ticklish and it became a plea for me. I was reduced into a child that had to escape from his ambush. When he asked me the same question, I still held my ground and did not respond so he brought out electrical toothbrushes and turned it on and grazed my arches, heels, tops, and bottoms which caused me to finally admit that my girlfriend was Jessica who is the most beautiful girl in Jefferson High School in New York City. She had painted rose fingernails and toenails, and developed a sense of intellectual smarts that could not be explained in modern times.
So, he called her and invited her over, and I panicked because I knew that if she discovered that I was tied up, it would lead to her torturing me. My fear grew when I heard the doorbell ring a couple of minutes later because she lived so close to me. When my friend let her in, it would become a nightmare for me when she hovered over my body with her fingers. She poked me repeatdally in the ribs and sides which caused me to gasp for air because it was my 2nd most ticklish spot which surprised my friend as he ordered her to stop because it was harming me.
Jessica rubbed ice cubes on my chest, arms, hands, and feet which led me to feel coldness on my body which was a form of torture because I could get rid of the coldness as much as I tried. Then, my girlfriend pinched my nipples and twisted it like a purple nurple causing me to scream in pain, but it was light compared to what she has done with me in the past. My friend was impressed by her abilities to a point where he requested that she will be paid to come over when he tied me up and torture me whenever he felt like he did enough. To my horror, Jessica accepted his terms and that meant it would be a long year for me.
Harry devised a new kind of torture involving my hands as he lightly ran his finger up and down my palms inducing an itching sensation that became unbearable in a matter of minutes and soon I was begging, pleading, and whining for it to stop. For a moment, they agreed to me, and I was delighted when they fed me bread and water, but like anything I experienced before, it was short lived because they returned to punishing me a couple of minutes later by using itching powder that I could not stand and it took its effect within minutes. The itching was beginning to feel like someone was running their fingers all over my body, so eventually, I was experincing a torture that was new to me.
Jessica suggested that she could put ear muffs on me so I could not hear anything that was going to happen to me. Brad agreed so without the ability to hear sound, everything changed for the worse. Jessica went to my feet and brought in two goats and when my feet was being coated in brine and I knew that it would be the best tickling for them in order to leave me in the dust. The goats magnified their expertise my licking very slowly and when I started to holler, they only licked faster and more agressively that I might has passed out because I could not recall what happened to me for a couple of hours. So, my buddies decided to awake me by splashing me with cold water which rudely aroused me from my slumber.
Brad was the last one to put me through hell when he used a quail pen to write on the soles of my feet which led me to erupt into a volcano of laughter and it attracted the attention of people who had returned from their vacation in a matter of hours, and they lined up to see if they can tickle my feet. So, my entire body had been tickled by 10 fingers by like 20 people, and by the end of the day, 200 fingers had descended on my feet, armpits, sides, ribs, stomach, feet, knees, palms, neck, arms, legs, ears, and nose and it left my body turning pink. Jessica and Brad had one more trick up their sleeve because they decided to record my tickling and if I did anything to embarrass them in public again, they would upload the video on youtube, facebook, and other internet sites, but the real damage was not known until I returned to my senior year of high school where I ended up tied up and tickled by everyone when they heard about my torture. All this happened because I had decided to prank them in school a month earlier when I caused water to be dumped on their heads by a piece of string that was hidden.
So, basically, I was a tickle toy for the remainder of my senior year. While other people was having fun tickling me and causing me to laugh and cry, I was left in torment for the rest of my year. That was something not to forget. My girlfriend took notice and all our dates either ended in tickling or me being tied up and tortured in many ways.
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: The Cost

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Dec 02, 2011 3:43 pm

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