A blue convertible moved through the countryside road. Being already night and driving in a zone totally unfamiliar to him, Cohen wanted to arrive as soon as possible at his new friends place. The road was so lonely that he was anxious for not seeing a soul in the last four miles since he left behind the town.
-I'm not lost –he told trying to encourage himself. His eyes went from the GPS cursor in his phone to the outside view over and over-. The map is ok. Or I hope so… Damn it! Did I take the address wrong?
Before nightfall the sky got overcast and the clouds acquired a stormy gleam. The persistent drizzle that escorted him the last hour made him unfold the collapsible roof. Cohen hadn’t heard a word about the bad weather. Actually he never paid attention to that, much less when he’s going after fun, which he did most of the time. He’s 19 after all.
-This guy Lou seems nice. I liked him from the beginning, even though he’s new to the site. It’s the first time we’re going to meet face to face. Will it be worth so much road traveled? I hope so.
Cohen saw the silhouette of a house further on. In that moment the GPS got into a mess for no apparent reason. The lad maneuvered his phone with one hand while held the wheel with the other. Then another trouble came up: his car began to slow down till get dead.
-What the fuck?! I filled up the tank in the last stop! –He yelled in total perplexity at the view of the fuel gauge in empty.
Cohen got out of the car to check the gas level. He got back, the fuel gauge was now in the correct position. Then he tried to restart the convertible without success. He went to examine the engine; the annoying sprinkle broke into a downpour. Cohen rushed back to the convertible. To get things worse, his phone was out of signal and the GPS cursor was frozen in the exact point of the road where he was, though a better look revealed the pointer slightly at the left, just where the house was sited.
-There has to be a mistake! This can’t be the right address! –Cohen passed his eyes between the map and the house. A window was lit in the second floor-. Thanks God, I'm not alone in this end of world! Hope this people won’t deny a call.
Cohen ran to the porch and knocked at the door. No response. He called out asking for help and hit the nearby windows. Dead silence except the rumor of the rain in the middle of nowhere. Cohen wasn’t the scared type, however a chill went down his spine.
-This place would be a blast for a party. Reminds me a house I was on Halloween a couple of years ago. We had a really big bash there…
His soaked t-shirt was glued to his skin, but getting back to the car for the jacket was unthinkable at the moment. The house was old, but looked restored. It must have been built a century ago or so. It’s made of wood, with a large porch and two floors. He aimed the torch of his phone through a window: the furniture was out-of-date. The boy managed to see a carpet, a sofa, a couple of armchairs and a shelf. There was dust and dirt, but no more than in a lived-in home. He wasn’t capable to see anyone, but from the indoors four pair of eyes were spying the recent move in the porch. Their shadowy appearance made impossible to perceive their figures, but they could see the shape of a young man over 6’ tall, slim with maroon cap on his sandy blond hair, hairless boyish face, wearing a printed t-shirt, grey pants and black suede shoes. The inhabitants noticed how long the youth’s feet were: they must be size 14 or 15.
-This place gives me the creeps –Cohen muttered-. Fuck’n car decided to stop here! And the worst: my fun’s gone away!
-Can I help you?
Cohen spun around with a startle.
-Shit, man…! You gave me a fright!
A mature guy, probably the householder, dressed in an old-fashioned style, was by the door with a suspicious look.
-What are you looking for?
-My car broke down… Can I use your phone? Please.
-Sure. –The guy tried to look friendly; perhaps he saw that this boy wasn’t a threat or just took pity on him-. Come in, please, feel in your own home.
Cohen sighed with relief before walking inside the house. The man switched on a lamp as showed the guest where the phone was. The youth couldn’t help, but his eyes traveled in astonishment around the living room. He’d never seen such antiques before. A clock said ten past nine.
-Do these things still exist? -asked Cohen at the view of a dial phone-. And it works? I'm sorry. I’ve seen this in photos only.
To his surprise, the old phone did work and he made the call to the breakdown service with success. As he phoned he noticed a woman sat in the sofa and another guy at the coffee table in the corner of the living room. She was brunette and slender. The guy was a hunk and Cohen was sure he had seen that guy before, or at least he looked alike someone he knew. They wore also traditional and unkempt clothes.
When Cohen finished the call, he waved his hand at the newcomers. He had frequented inappropriate places before, but this was different.
-Wanna drink something to get warm? –asked the mature man-. I'm Randall, by the way.
-Cohen. And no, thanks. I think I’ll wait outside…
-The service tends to take some time around here, Cohen –said the woman in the sofa-. C’mon, take a rest. My name’s Lorena.
-You’ll get soaking wet if you go out now, boy –said the man sat by the coffee table, bridging a cup to his mouth-. And my name’s Lou.
-Lou?! I-I’m looking for somebody with that name, but you don’t look like him… I guess…
-Really? –asked the man named Lou with surprise.
Cohen sat in the other end of the sofa; his damp clothes felt very uncomfortable. The man at the coffee table invited him to get rid of his t-shirt, but he refused. He wanted to say yes, but something told him not to lower his guard here. Despite they didn’t look a real threat, their appearance was disturbing.
-What are you doing around here? –asked Randall.
-I'm gonna visit a friend.
A second woman was putting a set of incenses on the shelf. She’s blonde and shorter than Lorena; she smiled at Cohen. These people looked like they came out of a western from the 20s of the last century or something like that.
-I'm Marg –said the girl. Her body was also more voluptuous.
-Friend? –repeated Randall-. I’d say you’re lost. Don't you get his address?
-Em… It’s strange, because the GPS on my phone sent me here.
-GPS? –asked Randall.
-I met him on internet –explained Cohen.
-Internet? –asked Lorena.
Cohen realized that these people never heard about internet and he had no idea how to make them understand, taking into account that there neither was a TV on sight. Had he went through a time machine like in science fiction movies? A newspaper on the coffee table gave him a clue:
-It’s like reading an ad about someone asking for friendship, a service or anything, and give an address. If you think you fulfill the request, just call and make an appointment. Got it?
-Yeah, got it –said everyone at unison.
Since the fire was lit Cohen smelt a peculiar fragrance, but as soon as the bunch of incenses was left there he felt strangely relaxed. In a matter of minutes, the dirty-yellow beam from the incandescent lamps became foggy and the objects got blurred. Cohen rubbed his eyes. The four residents vanished from his field of vision as if he had been alone the whole time. The lad stood up in panic.
“What’s wrong?”, a sly voice asked at his back. Cohen turned around as fast as he could. No one.
-Hey! Where are you? –he cried. The next he saw was the wooden roof. The four persons were now standing around him as he realized he was lying back on the sofa.
Cohen felt himself as floating through the air. In fact, he was being carried by them through the corridor of the house toward which looked like the basement. The lad fought to escape from his captors to no avail. Why the hell he was too weak? He hadn’t drunk or eaten anything.
They placed Cohen on a sturdy seat formed by a horizontal plank hinged to another piece that was raised over 45 degrees, bolted to the floor. Several leather straps screwed to the planks followed a human shape and stocks in both ends. They rested his back against the bent plank while stretched his legs on the flat one and then removed all his clothes. Are these psychos going to rape him or slash him…?
By the time Cohen regained his motor coordination and strength he’d already been locked to this ominous device. He watched in shock his naked body; his genitals exposed in front of these freaks made him feel deadly vulnerable. His wrists were tied up at the base of the plank, forcing the arms against his sides, his chest and legs fastened and his ankles trapped in the stocks. Cohen had experienced total immobilization before, the last time was one month ago and he was so high that he didn’t remember how that came to end, though, he had loads of fun. What the hell these morons had in store for him?
The next Cohen knew was someone began to scratch the soles of his feet. Immediately, the basement filled with his giggles. It was ridiculous! These hicks kidnapped him to tickle him? That was mad, but Cohen thought that if he played along with them, they will let him go sooner than later. What a stupid! Those fingernails were skilled enough to trigger sensations that got more excruciating each second till the point it was impossible for his nerves to take. His giggles turned into fresh gusts of youth laughter, uncontrollable, unrestrained.
-Aw, seems that someone here’s having a good time!
Cohen never imagined that his feet were that sensitive. His last flashes of being a tickle victim were from his childhood and no more than a few minutes. But today, here and now he could do nothing to stop this, fight back or get away. His best attempts to keep his willpower melted away in the first minutes, shattering any possible way of distraction. Constant, hysterical laughter was drawn throughout his wide-open mouth, each burst more frantic than the previous as the situation convinced him that he wouldn’t get out of this in the next few hours.
The residents stopped scratching with their fingernails to use the classic tool: they armed with big, stiff feathers and started sweeping the barbs up and down the soft arches with great ability. Cohen threw his head back and shut his eyes; his guffaw raised an octave as rebounded all along the basement. It escalated when the feathers were sawed back and forth between the toes. Why the hell they were doing this to him?! Cohen went berserk into incoherent gurgles as his muscles fought with all their might to escape away from his skin. His world and feelings were drastically reduced to ticklish hell.
Two of the residents sunk their faces into the boy’s soles, nibbling and licking all over which forced the lanky toes to wiggle ludicrously as the others took advantage of it to keep sliding the feathers in and out. Then both feet were smeared with oil and some hands armed with hairbrushes while others wore gloves covered with plastic spikes in the palms and in every of the ten fingers.
The residents gripped the big toes and gently forced both feet backward, making the soles smooth, taut and shining deliciously under the yellow glow of the lamps. Then they used a combination of sweeping the spiky gloves and the hairbrushes up and down the balls, arches and heels while used toothbrushes and the quill of the feathers in the tender gaps between the long toes.
Cohen was so gripped by laughter convulsion that he hadn’t even realized the rampant erection he was sporting! The residents did notice it and grinned wickedly. The cruel foot tickling had got him hard as a rock and his dick was throbbing at the pace of the hysterical shudders. In a matter of seconds the boy began to cum, and without anyone had stroked his manhood! Jets after jets of his own semen flew boisterously into the air as his laughter raised another pitch more.
-We’re never wrong with our guests! They always hit the best of our fun!
The youth was going and coming from the verge of unconsciousness, desperately trying to catch his breath. Amid a hazy, delirious gaze, he could see the residents licking his cum from his body and cock. One of them was doing a tongue massage to his balls that was one of the most delicious things he had ever felt! None of this was like his previous sexual experiences; certainly he’d tried bondage, abduction play, cock milking and sadomasochism among others kinks, but never tickling.
Still shaking helplessly, Cohen stared back at those hungry eyes peering at him intently.
-What do you want from me now?
-We’re gonna tickle you the whole night…
The youth shook his head as those fingers headed again to his bare feet.
Cohen wakes up with a startle. He feels dizzy, exhausted and sore, like after those all-night parties he uses to go. The sunshine forces his eyes to stay shut and realizes he’s lying on the grass. Actually, wet grass.
-Where am I…? -The lad manages to sit up. He’s buck naked on the countryside, his clothes are scattered around.
Someone approaches to him. Cohen puts his pants on as fast as he can:
-Are you ok? –is the voice of a man. Cohen blinks to enhance his sight.
-Ah… oh, yeah, yeah. I… I'm ok, I'm ok… Thanks. I'm so sorry… I was…
-Everything’s ok, Kal? –asked a female voice.
Cohen sees a car in the near road occupied by a woman and three gawking children. His convertible a few meters behind the family’s car. The lad pulls his t-shirt down so clumsily that the man offers his help, then picks up his shoes but is still unable to walk well.
-You were in mad house? –asked the man.
-Mad house…? What’s that?
-Did you come from there?
The man points to a huge wooden house at about 100 meters from them. Cohen passed his dazed eyes from the house to the man. Some memories come crowding into his mind…
-I don’t know what you’re talking about –he replied-. I-I don't know why I'm here… I'm sorry, I can’t remember anything…
-This kid’s high. What did you take?
-I didn’t take any shit! I should be in another place… not here. I'm on my holidays and… What day is today?
-Today is Tuesday.
A blue convertible moved through the countryside road. Night had fallen some time ago, but Cohen had not the slightest fear because of the darkness but the unfriendly weather that hung over the sky since afternoon.
“This guy Lou seems nice. I liked him from the beginning, even though he’s quite new to the site. It’s the first time we’re going to meet face to face. Will it be worth so much road traveled? I hope so”.
-Everything’s an adventure! –He sang with excitement-. I finally have a whole week to myself in a fuckin year since I started that job making plasterboard walls. I must still have that plaster smell in my ass.
The road was so isolated that Cohen started to get anxious.
-Hell, anyone live in this end of world? –he said with a perplexed look. His eyes went from the GPS cursor in his phone to the outside view over and over again-. The map is ok. Or I hope so… Damn it! Did I take the address wrong?
Just when he was thinking in drive back, Cohen saw the outline of a house about 300 meters further on helped by the gleam of a lighting. The GPS on his phone got into a mess out of the blue and at the same moment strange noises came from his car.
-No, no, no…! Now what happens?
The convertible finally stalled at the level of the house. The youth got out of the car to check the engine. To get things worse, the annoying sprinkle broke into a downpour. Instead of getting inside his car, Cohen ran toward the house. With a bit of luck the porch might give him shelter till the rain abated. He tried to call the breakdown service but his phone was out of signal.
-Great! Definitely this is the end of the world!
Not only that, the GPS cursor was fixed in the exact point of the road where he was.
-It’s a mistake! This can’t be the right address! Or… it is?
Cohen passed his eyes skeptically from the map to the building: it must have been built a century ago or so and looked empty.
-This place would be a blast for a party. Reminds me a house I was on Halloween a couple of years ago. We had a really big bash there…
Cohen called out asking for help, hit the door and nearby windows. The only response was dead silence except the rumor of the rain in the middle of nowhere. He lit the inside of the house with his phone: outdated furniture consisting in a sofa, a couple of armchairs and a shelf; he managed to see a coffee table and a carpet on the floor. A faint gleam at the end of a corridor let him know the house wasn’t uninhabited.
-Hello! Is anybody home? Please, need your help!
Cautiously, he tried the handle and when he was about to push the door, it opened unexpectedly and a mature guy appeared.
-Can I help you?
-Oh… sure! My car broke down… Can I use your phone, please?
The man was in his fifties, dressed in an old-fashioned but carefree style. A smell of weed immediately hit Cohen’s nose.
-Why not? Please, come in. I'm Randall.
The boy walked after the seemingly only resident. Randall switched on a lamp as showed the guest where the phone was. Cohen let his eyes travel around the living room. The place was shrouded in a faint weed-smelling mist. A clock said ten past nine.
-Do these things still exist? –He asked at the view of a dial phone-. And it works? I'm sorry. I’ve seen this in photos only.
To his surprise, the old phone did work and he made the call to the breakdown guys with success. As he phoned, Randall had a better look at him: the lad must be about 6’3, thin and no more than 20. A maroon cap shielded his head, sandy blond hair and cute face. Dressed like nowadays boys, his printed t-shirt was soggy from rain, his grey pants and black suede shoes were splashed too.
When Cohen finished the call, he noticed a woman in the sofa and another man by the coffee table in the corner of the living room. They also wore old fashioned garments that Cohen found quite eccentric and were smoking in total peace. He friendly waved his hand at them.
-Wanna drink something to get warm? –asked Randall.
-Well… yeah, why not? –the youth used the same expression of his host as sitting in the other end of the sofa. He rolled up a little his wet t-shirt.
-You should get rid of it –suggested the brunette woman sat in the sofa-. The service tends to take some time around here. Call me Lorena.
-Lorena? Ok.
-Don't worry –said the man sat by the coffee table, handing the lad a joint and a fur blanket, it was black and slightly rough, but very comfortable-. Glad to meet you, I'm Lou.
-Lou?! What a coincidence! I'm looking for somebody with that name. But you’re not that person… -This Lou might not be the man he’s looking for, but was anyway a real stud.
Cohen removed his t-shirt as quick as the look the residents had at his torso. Indeed he wasn’t the athletic type; his skin needed a sunbath and was smooth. Obviously he wore shirt and coat in his job all the time. The deep and hairless hollows of his armpits and the pink blossom of his nipples made their mouths water without he was aware of this. They also followed his body odor, but he neither noticed this.
The joint was good; Cohen was feeling among friends. He wanted to take his shoes off too, his socks were damp and having spent the whole day out, his feet were sweaty and sore. The dusty floor couldn’t care less, he’d walked barefoot over dirty surfaces before, starting from his own place, which was a real mess. Neither he nor his roomy were so clean or tidy.
Continues in SECTION 2
