Postby keyson384 » Thu Jul 21, 2011 10:07 pm
Part 4....I had to make a big decision, continue with the current setting or change things up. I like to write creativly so I decided to change things up, here's some background knowledge. And thanks to everybody who gave feedback and offered suggestions.
It's been 4 months since part 3 occurred. Mrs. Howard had to move as her new husband lived in New York. So my tickling sessions had to end. However my parents, who knew what really went on at my "physical therapy" sessions found an alternative. A boys summer camp, Teens United Groups, more commonly know as just TUG. My parents knew what this camp specialized in and singed me up.
July 21st, 8pm....
It was another cold, rainy Seattle summer night. I looked out the window in anticipation. I was leaving for a 3 week summer camp tomorrow. The camp was in the wilds of Montana, where it was warm and sunny. My bag was already packed and everything was ready. This is the first time going to a summer camp for me. I finally fell asleep an hour later. My plane left early the next morning.....
.....I steped out of the airport into the 91 degree weather. I spotted the camp van. It had the camp name in big lettering; Teens United Groups. I hopped into the van. About 4 other boys were also in the van. The driver introduced himself as Vance. He said we were waiting for one more kid before we left. While I waited I examined the other boys. All of them were aged 11-14. I didn't get a chance to examine them much more because the other boy hopped in and Vance started the van and pulled off. He told us the camp rules, and said that they encourage a lot of cabin time. Playing games and such with your cabin mates and consolers. It was a long drive to the camp and we arrived in the evening. I looked for my cabin on the map and started walking towards it.
It was almost a mile away from where the van dropped me off. I finally saw it about ten minutes later. It was big and built on a cliff overlooking the lake. To my surprise it wasn't a traditional log camp cabin, it was a modern style house. You could tell it was a daylight basement type. I walked the rest of the way over and went inside. Some boys my age were playing ping-pong. I set my bag down and introduced myself. The first boy I met, Luke, was taller then me by a good two inches. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. Like me he was also slim. The second boy, Carson was my height with short blond hair and brown eyes. He had the same body as me and Luke. There was one more boy, Sam. He had long brown hair and brown eyes. He was a bit bigger then me also. They showed me our room. It was a big room with 4 bunk beds. There were no ladders on them, so I guess whoever had top just climbed up on the back. Luke and Sam had taken one bunk bed, so I took the bunk bed with Carson. He had already claimed top so I was stuck with the bottom. I joined the ping pong game for another half hour before our consuler showed up.
He introduced himself as Mike. I guessed he was in his mid twenties. He had surfer hair and green eyes like me, though mine were brighter. He also had the surfer body. He told us the other four boys and our other consuler would be here next week. He said he wanted to take us downstairs and go into more detail about the rules. We followed him downstairs. The stairs emerged into a big hallway that went the length of the house. I saw 4 rooms on each side of the hallway and one at the end. Each room except the one on the end had the name of a boy on them. My name was on the left side at the end of the hallway, room #4. The nameplate said Jeremy, so I knew it was mine. I stepped inside and closed the door. There was a bed that was low to the ground. It was pushed almost up against the center of the wall. It extended about halfway across the room. There was a carpeted pole about a foot thick close to where the bed ended. All of the walls were mirrors and two of them also had closets.
There was a small brochure on the bed. It stated the camp goal was to provide a fun atmosphere for boys. There was a large section about how laughter increased your life span, and the purpose of this camp was to make you laugh. I started to get a suspicion, and it led me to open the closet. The one I opened was filled with rope, it was a soft and thin but very strong cotton rope. I was getting really excited now, and was hoping I was going to be tickled. I heard footsteps approaching so I quickly closed the closet door and sat on the bed. Just in time too as the door opened and mike walked in. I'll skip the conversation, let's just say he told me about the tickling. He had me take off my shirt and socks so now I was just in my black basketball shorts. He had me lay on my back on the bed. He tied my wrists together with the rope, then tied a peice of rope to a hook under the front of the bed to the rope that bound my wrists. That rope was tight so that my hands could not move at all. Next he tied a rope around my legs right above my knees. Finally he tied my ankles together and and used the same technique as my wrists. A rope from under the bed too the rope that bound my ankles together. This one was tight to and didn't allow my feet to move at all. I thought he was done but he used string to tie each toe back to my ankle so that they would not curl down. He finished by blindfolding me with a black strip of smooth cloth just wide enough to cover my eyes.
He asked if I was ready and I quickly said yes. I heard him open the other closet and soon felt the brush of a feather on my feet. I let out a giggle as my toes tried to bend down, only to be held back by the string. He was using short light touches at first. As time passed he went faster and tickled my feet longer. Soon he was using a feather on each foot. I was really laughing now, letting the sensations overtake my body. I didn't try to resist I just went with it. I thought he was finished when I felt the feathers leave my feet but they quickly came back. This time on my upper body. I laughed uncontrollably as the feathers found my hairless armpits. The tickling session was over 10 minutes later. He untied my hands but left everything else to me. I untied the rest of the knots and went into the hallway carrying my shirt and socks. Carson also emerged from his room and we went back to our beds together. We didn't say anything as we each stripped to our underwear and got into our beds but we knew what each other was thinking. This was going to be an amazing 3 weeks.
That's part 4, part 5 will have much more tug action, and the ideas you suggested, as this was mainly the intro. Once again I'm always open to suggestions of good ways to tie me up. Thanks for your comments.