01 - Sleepover tie up
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By Tickledude
Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:41 pm
Sleepover tie up
Hey, this is my first time posting a story on this board, so I hope you enjoy it. This is pretty long btw.
This happened when I was 12 years old. I was average height for my age, but my friends always seemed to be taller than I was (but not always stronger, as you'll soon see!). I have short, dark brown hair, and I was of average build. Oh, and I'm a guy btw, if you hadn't already guessed.
I had invited my best friend Jake around to sleep over one Friday night, and we were planning a night of playing computer games and watching movies and stuff, the usual thing. Jake came round at about 7pm, and dumped his bag in my room before we had some dinner, and then went back upstairs to play some games. As stated before, my friends were all taller than me, and Jake was no exception, being about half a head taller. He was also 12, and had blonde hair which was cut short and styled in a messy fashion, and he was also of average build. He was really popular at school since he was pretty funny, and also just a nice guy.
We spent the evening playing an assortment of 2-player games, having fun trying to beat each other (we were both about the same level of skill). At 11pm we had changed into our pj's, and Jake was lying on the camp bed I had set up, reading a comic book. He was wearing a t-shirt/shorts combo and was barefoot, and I was wearing a t-shirt/bottoms combo and was also barefoot. I was attempting to beat the computer at some fighting game, I can't remember which, and kept losing badly.
After one particularly quick loss, after which I had sighed in frustration, Jake looked up from his comic.
'Having fun there?' he grinned.
'Oh yeah.' I said, rolling my eyes. 'You know how much I like to see the other guy win, so I just try to throw it for them.'
'Or maybe you just really suck?' said Jake, laughing. I couldn't help smiling; Jake had a really infectious laugh and also I knew he was right, though I wasn't about to tell him that. Instead, I threw a sock at him. 'Oh no.' he said in a toneless voice. 'Please don't attack me with your sock of doom.' I grinned again and stood up; he was asking for it now. I walked over to him purposefully, and, seeing that I was going to attack, Jake giggled with excitement and put his arms up near his chest. I dove on top of him and managed to get him in a head-lock and mess up his hair. He wasn't having any of it though, and he knocked me onto my side and wriggled out of my head-lock. He quickly got on top of me and sat straddling my hips, and pinning down my wrists with his hands.
'You're gonna pay for messing up my hair' he grinned, and shifted up so that his legs were pinning my arms and his hands were left free. First he ruffled up my hair, but since I didn't style it anyway this didn't really bother me. Then he started teasing me by flicking my nose with his finger and lightly slapping my cheeks.
'Stop!' I said, giggling from the adrenaline and the anticipation of him flicking or slapping me. He then put his hands behind his back and started to dig his fingers into my stomach, tickling me. Already on edge from the slapping of my face, I erupted into a fit of giggles, struggling wildly to dislodge him off of my chest and to stop the tickling. I was also a little embarrassed by it, since I'd had a tickling fetish since I was little and I always seemed to get embarrassed whenever anybody even mentioned tickling. I guess I thought I was weird because I liked it so much, and that nobody else would like it the same way.
Jake laughed at my predicament. 'Awww, you're pretty ticklish aren't you? That's cute.' which just made me even more embarrassed. Struggling even more wildly and still giggling, I suddenly managed to lift up and twist my body to the side and Jake, caught off guard, toppled off of me and landed face-up on his bed. I scrambled up and quickly pulled his arms up above his head and sat on his biceps, making it difficult for him to be able to lift me off.
Panting from the laughing, I said 'If you think messing up your hair was bad, that's nothing compared to what's about to happen to you.' I was ready to take this to the next stage, and possibly due to the adrenaline, I felt brave enough to risk what I was about to do. I figured, if he was ok with tickling the crap out of me, why should I feel scared to return the favour? I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, so that the collar was covering his eyes but his nose and mouth were uncovered. I then started to lightly tickle the area of his stomach either side of his navel, scratching my fingers in circles going from just below his ribcage, to his sides, then to just above his pj shorts and then up either side of his navel again. He started to giggle and squirm, his legs kicking out as he tried to get away.
'H-hey! Hehehe stop! Please!'
'Aww,' I said, repeating what he'd said to me before. 'You're pretty ticklish aren't you? That's cute.' I moved my fingers up his sides and started a furious attack on his armpits, which made him go even more wild.
'HAHAHA S-STOP! I'M- HEHEHE- SORRY!' he laughed, his voice high-pitched.
'Sorry's not enough buddy. And I haven't even started yet.' I was loving this; loving how my friend, who always appeared so strong and confident all the time, could be reduced to hysterical laughter and begging me to stop, just by brushing my fingers against his skin.
I knew that he would be able to knock me off before long though, as I had with him, so I grabbed my jeans off my bed and pulled the belt out. I pulled off his shirt while still sitting on his arms by pulling it off his face and then pulling it out from under my butt. I then quickly got off his arms and then flipped him over onto his stomach before he had a chance to react. I straddled his waist from behind and then grabbed his wrists, pulling them behind his back, then crossed his wrists and pinned them to his back with one hand while I worked the belt underneath his wrists. Quickly, I then grabbed both ends of the belt and wrapped them around his wrists a couple times.
'Hey!' Jake said giggling, his face pressing into the mattress from my weight. 'What are you doing?' He didn't sound scared or anything, just amused by this turn of event.
'What's it look like? Getting revenge!' I buckled the belt together, and then got up and opened my wardrobe. I dug around inside for a minute before producing two old karate belts I had, and a long scarf. I then went and sat on his lower legs and, pulling his bare ankles together, wrapped one of the belts around them a few times before tying it tightly in a double knot. I then grabbed the other belt and tied it around his thighs, just above his knees. Jake was giggling and struggling against his bonds as I sat down near his head. He seemed to be quite enjoying himself. Opening my sock draw, I pulled one out and then rolled it into a ball, and then also grabbed a long soccer sock. Seeing what I was about to do, Jake predictably clamped his mouth shut, trying not to giggle in apprehension. I pinched his nose and at the same time lightly tickled his side with my finger, making him gasp out suddenly and open his mouth. I quickly stuffed the sock in his mouth and then held it in place by putting the soccer sock over it and tying it around the back of his head. Finally, I grabbed the scarf and tied it over his eyes, blindfolding him.
I stepped back to admire my handiwork. I grinned as Jake struggled against the belts, and then with a half laugh, half/sigh, he slumped down, defeated. I went and sat down on top of his lower legs again, just to stop him from kicking both of his legs around. He was still lying face-down on his bed. With my index finger, I slowly dragged it up the sole of one of his bare feet, and was rewarded by his big-toe twitching. Even though I hadn't really started yet, Jake started to giggle and struggle again, trying to beg me not to tickle him through his gag. Ignoring him, I started to lightly scratch the bottom of his foot with my finger, causing Jake to giggle harder and try to throw me off with his legs. I started doing the same with the other foot at the same time, and then started tickling with all of my fingers, concentrating on the middle area first, then up to his heel, and then back down to the middle and then his toes. By this point Jake was now screaming into his gag with laughter, while I grinned from ear to ear at how great this was.
Turning around, I started to tickle the backs of his knees, and then moving up to the backs of his thighs, which caused Jake to go ballistic. In hysterics, he struggled harder than ever to throw me off, and he nearly did at one point, but I managed to hang on and kept up my merciless tickling attack on the backs of his legs. After a few minutes I could tell he was starting to run out of breath, and I stopped to allow him to catch it. I took this moment to flip him over onto his back and straddle his waist. Once his breathing had returned to normal, I launched another assault onto his stomach as I had done before, causing the laughter to start up again. I also tickled around his neck and collarbone, which made him screetch and bring his head towards his chest in an effort to stop me reaching, but I just moved my fingers back down his chest again and continued with his stomach.
I really didn't want this to end, and I cast my mind around for some other way I could tickle him. My eyes than fell upon an unopened christmas present I had been given off my grandmother; an electric toothbrush. Getting up off of Jake, I ripped the packaging off and then pressed the On button to check if it had batteries. The brush came to life, spinning around at high speed. Perfect. Once again I came to sit on top of Jake's shins, and I felt him tense beneath me. Being blindfolded, he couldn't see what was making the noise from the toothbrush, and he started to struggle and beg into his gag. He told me later than he thought the noise was a shaver and I was about to shave his hair off or something, which was something I would never do. My method of torture was much worse!
Slowly, I brought the electric toothbrush to the sole of his foot, just so that the tips of the bristles were scratching. Jake's foot jerked backwards from the sudden feeling and then continued to jerk back and forth in an effort to escape the toothbrush. He was in a fit of hysterical laughter as I moved the brush slowly down his sole, then back up to his instep, and then concentrated on one toe at a time before switching feet and beginning the process again. I must've kept at it for about 10 minutes before I finally felt, much to my disappointment, that I should stop.
I untied my friend and he lay panting and sweating on the bed, his laughs dying down to exhausted giggles before finally stopping. 'You ok?' I asked. Now that it was over, I felt embarrassed again and was worried that Jake might think I was weird for tying him up and tickling him. Still panting, he looked at me and grinned.
'Yeah, you got me real good.' He sat up and playfully punched me on the arm. 'I guess you won that round. There's a first time for everything!' I laughed and jabbed him in the ribs, making him jump. 'Ok ok, you win.' he giggled. 'But y'know, that was actually kinda fun, being tied up like that.'
'Was it?' I asked, acting as though it hadn't been a big deal for me.
'Yup. You should try it out sometime.' And with a final grin and a wink at me he got into bed, leaving me to ponder what exactly he had meant by that.
End.
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