## Paradise Lost

Post by Jay Feely » Thu Aug 25, 2011 10:28 am

11 year old James Edison was bored out of his mind. It was the last day of school and he felt like his friends had abandoned him because they had decided to pursue summer camp, and he was not part of it. That all changed when the doorbell rang on June 4th in Katy, Texas on a bristling summer morning. His parents were sleeping in the master bedroom, so he was the only person who could answer the door. He walked up and opened the door. There was a man dressed in white jeans, white t-shirt, and white hat with white sunglasses. He was in his mid 30's and he stretched out his hand with a white envelope. He told James to be quiet about this and not tell anyone concerning the encounter nor the passing of the letter. Then, he said his name was Gerry Stolks, and left in a hurry. James was hesistant to open the envelope because he had witnessed a terrorist attack in 2004 when a man opened an unknown envelope only to be killed by an explosion. However, he overcame the fear, and opened it. Inside, it was a white letter with black wording. This is what the letter said.
Dear Kids,
I would love to congrulate you on being selected to go to Camp Spirits in the lovely town of Huntsville, Texas. This is a rare opportunity for you to be connected with other kids with different backgrounds to go on a six weeks excursion. Being that you are a minor, you must have your parent permission and signature for you to attend this trip. Inside this envelope, you will find a map of the general area and a permission slip. You must return this with your parent approval to 1909 Avenue D before the following Monday to be considered for this camping trip.
Thank You,
Dr. Martin Harris
Jame was excited for a fun adventure. When his parents woke up, he quickly announced his intentions of attending this camp. Henry and Jordan looked at the permission slip and preceding letter and determined that it was ideal for a kid with an enegetic attitude like their son. They helped him pack his belongings, never knowing that their son would end up in knots.
To be Contiuned.
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.

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Post by sarwrductan » Thu Aug 25, 2011 11:07 am

I await your continuation.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

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Post by sarumansauron » Thu Aug 25, 2011 1:41 pm

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

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Post by kidnapplz » Thu Aug 25, 2011 6:45 pm

great start

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Post by Jay Feely » Fri Aug 26, 2011 7:13 am

I will finish this story. This is an introduction but my next parts will be longer and more detailed. No sexual acts or henious acts will happen because my character is a minor. He may be tied up and tickled or locked in a pillory and have fruit and/or sponges thrown at his face. I am open to suggestions but keep in mind that I am juggling school and writing stories and as a result, parts may be delayed.
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.

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Post by Jay Feely » Sat Aug 27, 2011 6:42 am

Part 2- Entry to the Camp and Initiation
James was in his car listening to music as his parents was driving him to the port. He loved jamming to rock n roll despite the discontent of the family. However, his family had also learned to accept his choice of music. James had spent the previous night packing his belongings. He packed enough clothing for an entire month, prank items for purposes of wrecking havoc on people. He also spent hours downloading new music for his Ipod. The drive to Huntsville lasted about 90 minutes due to a car accident that stalled the cars driving in the area. After they arrived at the camp, his parents led him proudly down the aisle and helped him check in at the front desk in the main lobby. James found out that he would be in cabin #23, also known as the Red Dagger. He quickly met his cabin mates, which all was around his age. As his parents waved at him as they were leaving in the mini van, James smiled at them, knowing that he would have a relaxing and pleasureful experience at the camp.
He calmly brisked walked to his cabin. As he did, he was approached by Dr. Razon, the supervisor of the camp. James was ordered to drop off his belongings, then proceed to crystal spring for his initiation. James was befuddled, but he was unable to extract any more information as he did as he told. He was introduced to 12 year old Drew and 9 year old Devon. Both of them was also new to the camp, and was interested in experiencing fun and eating the delicious food. James dropped off his backpack and headed north to the springs. What he saw there would blow his mind because he heard laughter coming from the distance prior to stepping foot in the area. He noticed that young boys around his age was shirtless and barefoot. Their feet was locked in stocks and was being tickled by older kids, around 13-15 years old. James was once again confronted by Razon and ordered to remove his shirt, shoes, and socks. A look of hesitiation in his eyes was noticed by Razon. Razon was not sastified by his reaction and order the older boys who was not tickling to hold him down. James tried to run away because his feet was very ticklish, but his speed and agility was not enough to outrun his pursuers. He was subdued and his shirt, shoes, and socks was removed. James protested as he was locked in the stocks. His wrists was tied above his head, and he was going to know just how sadistic the ticklers are in the camp.
The boys tickling him was 15 year old Andrew and 16 year old Billy. James was already laughing even before fingers made contact with his soles. This showed that he was vulnerable to tickling. The boys was amazed that they had a live ticklee. They took immediate action in tickling his soles very slowly to increase the torture. James was hollering with laughter more than any other boy who entered the camp in the past. As his feet was being tickled, Billy decided to go for James's sensitive armpits with a light feather. With his feet and armpits being tickled at the same time, he wet his pants, thus ending the tickling. James was released from the contrapation and ordered to return to his cabin until lunch in a couple of hours. James was relieved to be free after enduring a torture worse than he imagined. Unbeknownst to him, in the far end of the camp, the director arrived with a vanilla folder. In it was James photograph with his tickling session recorded by a scribe. The director told a man in a mask, that "He is the one"
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.

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Post by sarumansauron » Mon Aug 29, 2011 3:53 pm

Great part 2! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

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Post by lasse672000 » Tue Aug 30, 2011 5:56 am

Hoping for a part three. SOOOOOOON!!!
Whazzzz up!.

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Post by Jay Feely » Tue Aug 30, 2011 1:32 pm

Part 3- The camp games
James returned to his cabin, but along the way, he saw a couple of shocking things. To his left was an artifical beach and there was kids being tickled on the soles of their bare feet after the consuler had buried them in the white sand. To his right was a cave and he swore he could hear kids laughing in there. James arrived just before dinner, so he was not allowed back inside. Instead, he went to the dining hall and wolfed down some meat loaf, green beans, and mashed potatoes. Then, when dinner ended, the supervisors returned and ordered him to head to the beach. Fearing some punishment if he defied orders, he did as he was told. When he arrived at the beach, he noticed 4 young boys about 6-8 years old was buried in the sand with their feet sticking out. After threatening to bury him alongside the other boys, the consuler explained that he was expected to tickle the feet of the boys.
James was left in disbelief, but he approached 6 year old Aaron Walkers and moved his fingers slowly over the soles. Aaron was only a little bit ticklish because he giggled softly which promoted James to use the feather duster, which had the same response. Then, he moved over to the other boy, 7 year old Dustin Oliver, and he was tickled pink by a feather on his toes as James ran it over them quickly. Dustin was a moderate laughter because it was neither soft nor loud. However, Dustin was an intense begger as he started relaying information such as: "Do not touch my toes, please", and "My feet had enough already, just stop tickling me". James, however was relentless as he refused to stop no matter how much his ticklee demanded mercy. After tickling Dustin feet in a time frame of 15 minutes nonstop, James focused his attention on year old Gabe. For Gabe, James used the dreaded electrical toothbrush on his soles. Gabe could not handle the intense tickling because he wet his pants right away, and to show mercy, James stopped at the request of the consuler supervising the scene. However, the last boy was not as lucky. After 6 year old Hunter weakness of his arches was discovered, James spent more then any other boy ticking the heels with a toothbrush.
After 20 minutes of tickling, James stopped the torture, and awaited further instructions. Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind. His arms was in pain as it was twisted behind his back. The sensation was enough to have James crying with regret. Just a couple of minutes ago, he was enjoying being the tickler, now he was at someone else mercy. The person who grabbed him slammed his back on the ground. James was motionless because the vibration was strong enough to render him helpless. The 4 other boys spent an hour burying James from neck to toe, making sure to leave his feet uncovered.
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.

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Post by sarumansauron » Wed Aug 31, 2011 4:27 pm

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

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Post by Jay Feely » Thu Sep 08, 2011 10:10 am

Part 4- The tables has turned
James could not imagine why he was brought into this position, but he was about to find out. Several of the boys started to paint greek letters on the soles of his feet with a paintbrush and he was giggling because he was ticklish and could not stand it. Then, he ran into another problem because the paint caused his skin to be itchy and out of sync with the rest of his body. Next, he felt numerous attacks on his toes. He was being poked by a stick, sprayed with water, and most unfortunate of them all, he was being attacked by peanut butter which made his toes sticky and very uncomfortable. He tried to squeal his way out of the anguish he was suffering, but no one listened to him. Never before had so much emphasis had been placed on his feet that he felt compelled to leave the camp. He regret ever asking his parents to let him come to the camp because the fun had been lifted away.
As his feet was being tortured for what seemed like hours on end, he reflected on his past experiences with tied up games and how it had impacted him in his future life.
When he was 10 years old, he was in his middle school classroom trying to pay attention to a lecture when a boy around his age walked up to him and told him that he would show him a magic trick. When James showed a little interest, the boy asked James to put his hands with his palms sticking up behind the chair. As James pondered the reason behind this, he relunctly did so, and as a consequence, the boy tied James hands behind his back. James protested, but he was never able to free himself from the chair until the teacher noticed the antic and freed him. Of course, the boy who did the tying was punished by orderering to go to the principal office. He felt like it was something wrong and did not allow anyone to trick him into it again in his entire life, but then he outgrew it in time.
Suddenly, he felt a pricking sensation on his underarm, and he did not know what it was
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.

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Post by sarumansauron » Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:58 pm

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

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Post by Jay Feely » Fri Sep 09, 2011 7:31 am

I am going to introduce some guest stars which are some of my friends from my hometown.
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.

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Post by Jay Feely » Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:25 am

James had a mindset of panic as he tried to determine what his arm was being attacked with. Soon, it became clear as a boy named Chad Warner decided to use a toothpick to poke the underarm. The resulting pain was nothing that James could not handle. He seemed to be happier under these conditions. Next, he was untied and allowed to return to his cabin. James was blown away by the mindset of the camp. It seemed to him that he was being forced to discipline young pupils only to be punished for it as a result. He talked to some of the kids, who told him the exact same thing of boys who crossed into the camp expecting a fun experience only to be put through hell. James questioned other kids, and slowly a story begun to emerge.
The camp was established in 1988 in the city to discipline young boys who violated the law. However, the camp was closed for an indefinite period because stories of child abuse emerged that camp consulers used to restrain young kids and put them in torture to discipline them instead of giving them more social norm punishments such as time out and depriving them of privileges. The only reason it reopened in the spring of 2009 was because someone promised to stop unethical treatments, but he lied under oath and forged his signature and put the camp in an isolated location so it cannot be discovered. James was determined to put an end to this, but as he was sleeping in the night, he passed out, and was awaken in a cell less than the size of his body. His hands and feet was restrained to the wall, and he was left there day and night. He was tortured by having his stomach tickled by the guards and being exposed to small amounts of flames. He was released only to be given water, food, or going to the restroom, but he was kept shackled at his feet to prevent him from escaping, but who told the guards he was going to expose malpractices in the camp? The answer would surprise the other campers, and lead them to rebellion that would not end well.
The kids gathered in the cabins, and the plan was launched to save James and finish what he started using a number of tatical methods such as making water balloen launchers, and other things to make a statement that kids should not be messed with. They learned the secrets of bondage using various websites such as tieupgames.net, tklfrat.com, and etc. They found out how to use martial arts to their advantage, but they did not realize that the guards can hear everything they were saying and doing. When the kids decided to approach the king cabin in the far right of the camp near the river, but they were met by 100 guards who quickly wrestled the kids and managed to hogtie them before they managed to fire a shot and in light of this, they were given the same treatment as James.
The camp kids tried to escape, but when it ended 9 weeks later, it was over. None of the kids would be able to prosecute the offenders until something incredible happened that would reshape the kids.
5 years later, the kids would find a way to return to the camp and extract revenge.
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.

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Post by sarumansauron » Mon Sep 12, 2011 5:24 pm

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

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Post by Jay Feely » Tue Sep 13, 2011 7:26 am

There was something in their minds that wanted to flourish in the weeks since hell was brought to them in camp. The ring leader promised to pay each kid $100 if they were willing to participate in the revenge. Now, the consulers had drifted off to sleep in their cabins awaiting the next group of kids that would enter the nightmare. Early in the hours of September 3rd, about a day from the beginning of school, the kids stole a car and drove it to the campsite, and snuck into the consuler realm, and tied them up wrists and ankles to their beds without resistance, but as they tried to restrain the last person, he awoke with a stir, so the kids quickly stuffed a chloroform gag into his mouth to stop the screams. Panic was formulating in the consulers, now facing the kids they once thought it was funny to torment, abuse, and discipline.
12 hours earlier, it was supposed to be a carefree morning for the consulers. They had gathered in the famaliar river where initiations had occurced. They were discussing new implements of torture to be inflicted on future kids whose feet would walk in the campsite. Another group of people was the ones with the brains and smarts and decided to introduce children to the sleepless master plan, in which 4 kids who was caught out of line would be tied up to a light pole with saran wrap, duct tape, and be forced to stand there for hours upon end. The plan was accepted and it went into the camp constitution in the following hour. But, they wanted to test it out on themselves to make sure it would be effective for years to come. So, they called upon Kevin as a volunteer to the plan. They put him up against the pole, and wrapped him without any sign of protest from him. For a moment, it was flawless but when the quenching rain fell, it made him cold and he wanted out, but none of the other consulers accepted his plea, and kept him there for 4 hours without a break. At the end of it, he expressed how bad it made him felt, and it was added to the list of tied up punishments the consulers had already written for the naughty kids.
Now, all of them was in the hands of their captors, all the people who had suffered greatly in the camp. The consulers was left there wondering how to release themselves from the silly contrapation the kids had come up with, but James was guarding them. Once he left to go to the bathroom, the consulers had managed to free themselves by breaking the duct tape that was supposed to keep them at bay. When James came back, he was shell shocked at the sight of them, but he remembered his back up plan and fired a water balloen using a cannon he created that blasted the consulers on their faces. Before they could react, more balloens hit their chest, arms, and legs causing them to stumble back. James howled like a wolf, signaling the other kids to return to the scene of the breakout. This time, they hogtied the consulers, and although the consulers struggled, they were outmatched as dozens of kids was too much for them to bear. Their feet was dangling up and ready for some form of torture. The kids started by using their own hands to rub in some mud, honey, and oil on the feet. It was a sticky situation that caused the consulers to beg for mercy, but the kids simply laughed and carried out their plan.
Next, a bucket of cold water was dumped on the consulers head and you could hear the cries of horror on the consulers. The reaction was priceless for the kids, as they continued to deal some trauma on the consulers. Then, the kids left the cabin leaving the consulers wet and sticky in ways they could not have predicted when camp started 9 weeks earlier. James returned momentarily to claim the consulers possessions and put them in separate garbage bags. He explained that the consulers must ask for them from the kids. The consulers was appalled at their decision, and that the table was turned on them. They were untied and given a fresh cup of water and bread, and the only source of food they would be given for the remainder of the week. The kids had launched a plan that had worked because the kids had secretly recorded the events of their camp experience and threatened to go public if the consulers tried to stop the mayhem. For the rest of the week, the kids was in total control of the consulers and it would be a terrific way to end the summer for them.
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.

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Post by sarumansauron » Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:16 pm

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