THE OFFER
"How ticklish are you, by the way"
Billy's question had caught me off-guard. I swallowed hard
and hesitated. Fortunately, he started talking again.
"I just love to have a male friend with whom I can mess
around with - wrestling, physical play and lots of bondage and
tickle torture. In college, I had a roommate who loved to tickle
me, given that I'm so ticklish. We'd wrestle all the time, but
I'd always lose because he could break any hold and ultimately
reduce me to a powerless dude simply by digging his fingers into
my armpits or ribs."
"So, what happened after you lost". I was virtually
panting. Billy knew I liked to play games to see who was tied
up.
"Well, one time we were having a tickle fight and he pinned
me down and sat on my arms and just started tickling my armpits
without mercy, reducing me to laughing like a little kid.
Finally, he said that he would stop, but only if I agreed to be
his slave - doing whatever he wants.
I was so far out of it that I agreed. I was told to strip off
all my clothes. Soon, I found myself tied spreadeagled to his
bed. I knew what was coming, because Rob just adored
administering a brutal tickling. Anyway, he straddled my theighs
and got this grin on his face and I knew I had had it. He took
two fingers and started gently drawing circles on the smooth skin
under the hairy patches under my arms. I went crazy - giggling
with laughter and begging him to stop. He did, but only long
enough to tie a t-shirt around my head to keep me from talking.
Then he started working his fingers down my ribs, digging in
deeply and spending time on each individual rib. Next came
designs on my stomach and belly button, which drove me nuts. Rob
knew my belly button was one of my worst tickling spots. I was
going crazy, screaming into my gag, hoping he would stop. And
he did."
"He did!? What about your feet? They're not ticklish?"
"He stopped, but only long enough to grab a pen from off the
desk and started writing on the soles of my feet - going up and
down my sensitive soles. I was straining in my bonds, trying to
get loose to stop this torture and trying to plead for mercy
through my gag. Rob just laughed and moved back up my torso and
then started digging into my armpits without mercy. I started to
buck like crazy. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally
quit. After I regained my composure, Rob released me and told me
that I was to keep the room clean and his bed made every day, or
endure another tickling if I mess up."
"Did you?"
"Almost every week he tickled me. Sometimes I messed up on
purpose just so I would get tickled. It was horrible and
wonderful at the same time, if you know what I mean. I would
LOVE to duplicate the experience again. Maybe with you?"
END
Hope you enjoyed this short story. How should I answer his
question? Is there another story with Billy that should be
written. Sould Billy get a tickle revenge on me? Questions,
questions, questions. As always, comments and suggestions are
appreciated.