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| I glanced through the open window: it was dark. The night was cool and starry, and it brought a slight humid breeze. Then I realized: it was around 8 ‘o clock, which meant I had been tied up for almost 4 hours (!), although it was far from ending; the initiation was to commence at any second and my exhausted body couldn’t resist another attack of evil fingers. At this point I was strangely excited, something which I wished hadn’t been too noticeable. ;) The feeling of a smooth hand caressing my taut skin made me come back to reality. All of a sudden, the caressing turned into a savage and relentless attack of wild fingers seeking for ticklish spots. An overwhelming electric feeling dispersed from my ribs towards the soared parts of my restrained body, that arched itself, pulling at the ropes: my spine bent upwards in a convex arc while an invisible overpowering force rose me 3 cm from the bed. The struggling to free myself was such that I thought I was going to break the bedpost. Adrian had launched into a tickling spree on my upper body and Phil began torturing my soles. Tears rolled down my cheeks; sweat emerged from my skin. I couldn’t even figure out where the tickling was coming from, since I felt it everywhere… What actually were 5 minutes seemed to be an endless torment, among many other sensations I am not able to describe, worthy of including in Bible’s description of hell tortures. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of Tyler’s treatment in his stiff hogtied position, being tickled and screaming as loudly as me. In spite of the severity of our tests, I was sure neither Ty nor I would give up. We had been delighted to hear these kids enjoyed tugs as much as we did (or even more) and we were absolutely not going to lose the only chance to enter their tie-up group. We were both breathing heavily when they stopped. For our relief, they gave us a short period of time to recover and dried our faces, already covered in sweat. I admired the knots and knowledge these boys had. Compared with them, I was a mere rookie in this matter. “How are you guys?” Phil asked. “(sigh) We’re.. not… giving up, if that’s whatcha asking… right Tyler?” I answered in a defiant tone. “Of course not!” “Look at you. Prisoners, all tied up, and so arrogant. “Ok,” Adrian said matter-of-fact, “I think we’ll just have to increase the torture then. Bring the bag.” The mysterious bag was just a regular backpack with a dull yellow smiley printed in front. Adrian grabbed something inside and held it up for us to see the torture tools: a toothbrush, a feather and four shoelaces. Our eyes widened in both terror and excitement knowing what awaited us. “NO!! Please guys, that’s too much…” “Oh, shut up!” Chris snapped as Phil and Adam unceremoniously handgagged us. “You whiners!” “Now, before going on,” Adrian said, “I’ll give you another chance: do you give up?” We shouted an mppphed “no” and shook our heads. “Let’s get on with it then!” Adrian said gladly. Saying that, he handed each boy a shoelace. Then he assigned Adam the feather and kept the toothbrush for himself. They split up again in pairs but now I belonged to Adam and Chris; Adrian and Phil would be enjoying at Tyler’s expense. Tyler was first. His big toes were tied together with one of the shoelaces to prevent him from wiggling them. Adrian gently brushed his helpless soles with the toothbrush. The effect was electric. I saw how my cousin impressively twisted, jerked and screamed for freedom while Phil used his fingers to attack the armpits. It had not passed a long time when my treatment began. My toes were also tied in the same way but Chris used a strange technique with the remaining shoelace. He used one loop to wrap each toe of my right foot and started pulling the two ends (first the right, then the left end), producing an extreme tingling sensation. Like if that wasn’t cruel enough, Adam ran the feather through my belly, armpits and ribs – it was almost unbearable. That, without a doubt, proved otherwise and debunked a myth I had long ago enunciated after watching all those movies where people got tickled with feathers. They do work. Or it proved another theory: that my body was just too stupidly ticklish. In my spread-eagle spot there wasn’t much I could do and I gave the twice of laughing and screaming in response. “Don’t do it!" I begged, but they just grinned and continued. “You… hahahahahahaha… are…hahahahaha….evil!” “So do you give up?” “Never!!” we both answered. “Two minutes left!” Phil announced. The tickling resumed when Adrian handed Phil the toothbrush, which was then used with unmerciful lust on Tyler’s ribs. My cousin looked like he was going to explode, his face reddened from the breathtaking laughing. It seems, from my experience, that while you are tied up and defenseless tickling increases considerably. Chris and Adam weren’t nicer either; I fixed my gaze at the ceiling while they worked, feeling my sticky hands tightly bound above my head and my lean legs tied at the ankles and stretched as far as they could go. I kept asking myself how I had gotten into this! I was a true idiot to let myself be at some boys’ complete mercy! But I liked it. I heaved a sigh of relief when the figure of a blond boy came to my blurry, watery eyes, and said time was over for us. When my vision got cleared of tears I saw it was Phi and for the first time I noticed his hair apparently had never met a comb. He sat by our side, a huge smile on his face. “Wow, it’s been a long time since my initiation. But doing it to another one is HELLOFALOT better!!” Phil said. “True,” Adrian commented. “Adam and I started this group two years ago. The coolest tie-ups always happen at initiations, and we try to change’em with every new member, you know,” he paused and laid his elbow on my chest, leaning purposely with all his weight on me, and continued, “I got tied to a tree, Adam to a trunk and carried through the woods, Chris to a wheelchair and my little brother was taped to the wall... but those are other stories…” We stared at them open-mouthed, apprehensive that similar predicaments would be played on us. “Come on, we were all tickled too!” added Adrian. “Oh yeah that’s pretty fair. It makes me feel better already,” Tyler said sarcastically. Adrian spun around and gazed fiercely at Tyler. He realized he should’ve kept his big mouth closed. “Did I say that in the third session you’d be…?” Adrian made a gesture of zipping his lips shut and looked at the boys who only laughed at our distress. I blanched at the thought of the dreadful tickling plus being gagged. By the regretting look on Tyler’s face, I think he did too. Chris fetched a roll of duct tape, a red handkerchief, a black squash ball and a pair of socks. Phil put the ball inside the sock and made a bundle of it; Chris grabbed the handkerchief. “Both of you, open wide!” We clamped our mouths shut immediately, but the experienced boys knew how to deal with this. Phil grasped my nose with one hand while keeping the bundle in place over my lips with the other. When I eventually opened my mouth to gasp for breath, Phil forced the bundle between my teeth and used the other sock to secure it in place, knotting it off behind my head. I tried to complain about it, but the usual “mphhhhff” was produced from my stuffed mouth. It was remarkable how effective the squash ball was! It opened my mouth wide; I couldn’t spit it out and not even work it with my tongue. Biting the bundle just made my jaw tired. As soon as Ty breathed, Chris shoved a handkerchief deep in and sealed it by wrapping sticky silver tape several times around his head. To complete the job, Chris pressed Tyler’s head hard between his hands to make sure the tape stuck to his face. We stared and laughed at each other, looking ludicrous with all that rope and taped-up mouths. Adrian then told us he was going to ask us if we were ready to surrender every 30 seconds, since we couldn’t speak anymore. We just nodded. “Good. Adam, come here with me; and you, Phil, go with Chris,” he commanded again. The scene repeated itself while Adrian and Adam used all they had on me: shoelace, toothbrush and feather. I mphhhhed loudly and pulled and twisted my feet, which were undergoing a deep meticulous exploration by Adrian’s fingertips. Tyler squirmed furiously in his bonds, and he even freed himself from the hogtie, but his wrists and feet remained tied. My cousin was on top of both physical and psychological torture, screaming high-pitched girly-like screams and twisting like an rattlesnake when they asked him if he’d give up, and to my bewilderment, Tyler nodded! The boys stopped right away. He was turned on his back. Tyler was drenched in perspiration, the sweat glistening on his chest. “You’re out Tyler! Let’s finish Nick.” “Yeah!” Now the FOUR of them launched into a violent tickling spree! “Mmmmmmmmphhhhhf!!!” I screamed through my gag. The effect was devastating. I thought I was going to faint. This was, doubtlessly, the most intense tie up experience I’ve ever had. After those eternal 30 seconds I heard somebody whispering at my ears. “Nick, do you give up?” I knew that this was well beyond my resistance. “Mphhhff!” I answered and barely nodded my head yes with resignation. Continuing would have only made me pee on my shorts, further embarrassing me. The boys stood and Adrian announced, “Nick and Tyler, you have-” We heard steps coming up the stairs and the same desperate feeling invaded me. Who could that be now? Adrian had closed the front door when he came in… it had to be someone who had the key… from Tyler’s family… not his mother neither his brother… his father!! “Mierda!” Chris said in his characteristic Spanish tone. He took a pocket-knife out from his pants and quickly cut the ropes that bound my extremities to the bed. He proceeded to put Tyler and me back to back and wrapped us with some rope. Then they wrapped us in a thick eiderdown leaving only our feet visible, and placed us on the floor like a large long pillow. They sat on us, turned on the TV and waited expectantly. Tyler’s father emerged from the door. “Good evening boys.” “Good evening Mr. H.” “Have you seen Tyler and Nicholas?” “No... I mean, yes!” Phil responded and winked to the others. “They lost a bet and went to buy sodas for us,” Adrian added. “Oh, in that case, could you tell them that I’ll be coming back within an hour, at 9:30? I just came to pick up something I forgot.” “Sure.” “Mr H, can I ask you something?” “What is it, son?” “Can Tyler and Nick go with us tomorrow on a two-week camp?” Wow. Whoa. Hang on a sec, I thought. We had lost. We failed to resist the initiation. Why were they asking us to go with them if we didn’t pass the test?!? “As long as you’re accompanied by adults, it’s fine with me,” my uncle answered. Oh fuck. Please don’t tell me we’re gonna go through it AGAIN!! He said goodbye and left. Adrian told me afterwards my uncle had stared at the wrapped bundle suspiciously for a moment but said nothing, either because he didn’t know or because he pretended not to know about our predicament. Later on I found out my father had played tie-up games in his boyhood as well and I wondered if this wasn’t a genetic thing! All the time we had waited immobile; the heat inside the blankets was extreme, my shorts clung to my damp legs and our wet skins stuck to each other’s. Not too soon after my uncle had left (I bet the little bastards found their “sofa” quite comfortable), we felt the pressure on top disappear and the upper part was then pulled down to our necks so we could breathe. They took our gags off and we relaxed our aching jaws. “Congratulations, you are now members of our group!” Whaaaaa…? That almost destroyed my logical reasoning fuse. “But…how…we…you said…, huh?” They all laughed at my puzzled look. “You know it’s impossible to take all that. No one ever passes the initiation!” Adam said. “The idea is accepting the challenge, and you broke the record: 11 minutes!” Adrian patted my shoulder. “But you are WAY more ticklish than we are,” Phil added and giggled. I wanted to strangle him. We had weathered all that for nothing! Lucky him my hands were still roped, for I sure would’ve plucked out his annoyingly smart green eyeballs and then proceeded to - painfully and slowly - disconnect his head from the rest of his body. But since we couldn’t do anything else but speak, we had to do with the usual cursing, after which we swore revenge on all of them. “You really shouldn’t make threats to your friends, even more if you’re all tied up,” the blond boy said and ran a finger down our helpless soles; we squirmed and writhed inside the wrapped eiderdown. “Ok, just please no more tickling,” Tyler pleaded. “Yeah, get us out of this,” I demanded, somewhat angry. “I think we can untie’em. Plus, they’ve been like this all afternoon,” Chris said and we were spared of further torture. As soon as they released us, I ran to the bathroom and emptied my bladder. Tyler reacted likewise. “You can count on us tomorrow,” we said with renewed enthusiasm as they left. “See ya,” they answered from outside. We spent the following hours talking about what happened to us and plotted our revenge for the next day. I think we didn’t even sleep that night - and best of all, Tyler wasn’t mad at me anymore. |
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