by Man2Beat
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This story is based on a true experience (modified) that I was actually involved in. I am dying to relive it.
I am a straight married family guy; single at the time this took place. I was two years out of college, two years into starting my professional career downtown.
I met a lot of new people at work (as everyone does). Got to be somewhat of a clique. We had a gay guy in the group. I was never homophobic, but I was never at all interested in the gay scene. None-the-less, he was a good guy, good friend and one of our group. The group did everything together.... it was fun back then. If you had a one on one date with someone, that was fine, but if you didn't you were never bored or sitting at home alone in your apartment if you didn't want to be, especially on weekends. It wasn't a question of "Do you all want to get together?" It was always "What are we doing tonight? Where are we eating, etc?”
Obviously we got quite close, familiar and comfortable with each other. Now let me clarify, our groups' relationships didn't turn into an orgy free-for-all or anything close to that. There were remote interests of some fooling around with each other. But mostly, we got to know each other, or likes, dislikes, fetishes, etc. And one thing that we all shared was a major interest in tickling. (In college I had some really great experiences...for me, none same sex however, but I did get victimized a lot once it got out how deathly ticklish I am).
So it is a Friday night after work. The friend I mentioned above, Bob, a girl from the group (Sherrie) and I decided to have drinks at a local bar. We are in a section of town that used to be one of the "strips". There were a few topless bars, video peep-show stores and even a gay theater in the area. So we are loosening up after a few martinis (my drink) and Bob is trying to talk us into checking out the theater, I didn't think I had any desire to do this, but I was surprised about the curiosity I was developing as he talked. (However, I needed a mental push). For some reason, Sherrie was really fascinated, asking a lot of questions, and said, if Bob could get me to do it, she'd do it.
Bob started jabbing and tickling Sherrie in the side, saying, "C'mon Sherrie, get Scott (me) to go with us". Sherrie was really working on me hard. She actually offered that, if I didn't enjoy it at all, she would submit to an hour of me tying her up and tickling her that night. Well, that was enough for me, I was in! We grabbed one more drink and left for the show.
The name of the theater was the "Gayiete"...(cute name huh, they even featured 24 hour continental breakfasts.... hmm, what do you suppose that was like?). Yeah, it was smallish; somewhat run down, back then it had that torn/faded/stained red velvet kind of interior. We found an area toward the back and left side that was kind of empty so we went over there. There was a movie playing, with John Holmes (at the time, I was surprised he went both ways).
Now people, I gotta tell you, I wasn't turned off, but I sure wasn't turned on either. I was really getting bored, really bored, and Bob and Sherrie were actually concentrating on the movie. I was starting to feel the martinis kick in. Back then I could do 4 without any problem, but I was tired to begin with, it was right after work, and we drank them pretty fast without any real food. So I figured we were going to be there for a while and I thought time would pass more quickly if I closed my eyes and maybe even dosed off. At one point, I even stretched my legs over the (vacant) seat in front to me...a little awkward in a suite...but it was good not to be sitting cramped up.
I fell into a deep alcoholic sleep. It was one of those sleeps that as you start waking, you are realizing how good it is feeling and you don't really want to wake up. But, as I started to struggle to open my eyes I was aware of a few sensations:
- I was hearing voices all around me
- It felt like I was getting poked in legs and on my hands
- Most notably, I was in a different position, sitting more upright with legs stretched out more horizontally in front of me.
My eyes sprung open wide when I realized I couldn't feel my shoes (don't ask me what made me think about that).
I awoke to find that Bob and Sherrie were still there next to me. So were three other guys that I never met before.
Sherrie and Bob were tying my wrists to the armrests of my seat with neckties. I looked at Sherrie to see that she was barelegged and barefoot. Her nylons were around my ankles. My legs were stretched out, one on each side of the seat in front of me, stuffed between the backs of the seat in the row in front. Each ankle was resting on an armrest in the row in front of me, and Sherrie's nylons had my ankles tied to the armrests (along with some other neckties). My shoes were gone, my dress socks were still on (for some reason, I had a quick concern hoping there were no holes in my socks).
I didn't know exactly what was going to happen next, but I was getting a good idea. Let me say this. Toward the end of the Gayiete's run, they had developed some security policies, employees walking the aisles from time to time checking on what was going on in the theater. This was due to an incident that had happened. Well, what I am about to describe it that incident, and there were no such measure in place that night. It also helped that one of these guys was a friend of the owners of the theater.
I was helpless and the guys were all around me. "I started babbling, wha-wha-what are you going to do... Please let me go.... I am straight, hate this." They laughed and said I was one of them. One of them starts stroking the sole of my right stockinged foot. I laughed and yelled out loud.
They said, "That would never do!” So they pulled off that sock, made a ball with it, stuck it in my mouth. Sherrie produced a roll of duct tape from her purse...(gee, is this evening starting to sound like a set up or what). They wrapped the duct tape twice around my head to secure the sock in my mouth and then removed my own necktie and tied it around the duct-tape for effect. While Bob started unbuttoning my shirt (I had one of those thin tank-top "wife-beater" undershirts on), they removed my other sock. So there I am, barefoot, gagged, tied to 4 armrests and my shirt being unbuttoned, surrounded by 4 hungry guys. Sherrie giggled, put her shoes back on, produced a camera from her pursue, took a picture of us from the rows in front of us (fortunately it never came out, too dark in there, though now I wish it had).
So I think to myself, "okay people, great joke, that is embarrassing, please don't share it with anyone. Now untie me.
That is when Sherrie says, "Bon Appetite, y'all" and turns to leave.
Now I am thinking "Ohmigod! Ohmigod!"
I am not so much worried about actually getting hurt or anything; I was confidant Bob would be looking out for me.
But I sure as hell didn't want to be violated.
What surprised me was that I was not totally repulsed by the situation. I knew from college, it was hot being tied up and helpless in a same situation. But it was really, really hot being tied up and helpless in a situation where I am surrounded by a group that "really, really wants me!" I was actually starting to get aroused.
The only thing I was really worried about was HIV. This was at the time that the epidemic was becoming publicly known, and I was sharing in all of the misconceptions and panic scares that the general public was.
Then it started, one guy in each of the seats in the row in front of me, one guy on each side. I was simultaneously tickled on each side and on the soles of my feet. The side tickling was getting to me a bit, but I have to say I have two spots that I call death spots! Obviously one of them is going to be the soles of my feet. I couldn't believe how intense it was. I was bucking wildly and actually loosening up my ankle ties...stretching the fabric. I couldn't stand even being touched on my soles. So they took what was left of the duct tape (there was way too much left) and taped my legs to the armrest "mummy-splint style” and my arms the same way.
The tickling resumed, for the most part the foot tickling was light and very teasing to the point where it gave me goose bumps. I was shocked that I really started getting aroused to the point where I could feel my pants zipper on the head of my cock and it felt like it was hurting me, almost pinching me. One of the ticklers next to me brushed me and it almost felt like a relief. The feeling of arousal was a distraction from the foot tickling, but it started getting to the point where I was jumping back and forth between feeling my feet and my cock.
Well it quickly became evident to the guys at my sides that there side tickling was losing effect. So they demanded the guys at my feet switch places with them. Then, one of them started really rough with my feet, a totally different feeling, using a nailbrush he pulled out of his pocket. That sent waves of ticklish panic through me. Bob, the other one, starting licking my soles and between my toes. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head, getting a bit panicky, I even remember silently praying, "please let me survive this". Then they pulled out a travel size bottle of baby oil and spread it on my feet, which made the tickling twice as bad. I am thinking? "Did these guys bring a supply bag with them?"
By the way, I was babbling non-stop under by gag while this is all going on, and I am getting major perspiration happening. My feeling of arousal keeps growing as well, "when will it stop?"
Then, to my horror, one of them grabs my bulging cock though my pants and says, hmm, he is almost done (I didn't realize I was a cake in the oven). But they want to take me over the edge. One of them reaches under my undershirt and starts playing with my nipples. I hate that; I really do, even to this day. But for some reason it is having an immediate effect on my erection, and I am starting to get brief flashes of that numb feeling. The other one starts teasing my neck..."Ohmigod, ohmigod OHMIGOD".... that is my other death spot and I have never been tickled on me feet and neck at the same time.
I am now crying, panicked yet the same time totally loving this. I can't understand how anyone can have these feelings at once. I do know one thing, "please don't let these guys touch me, please don't let them touch me". I have never been touched by a guy before. I am straight, and couldn't even conceive of that.
So now the boys with the supply bag at my feet produce two feathers. They start teasing my soles. Surprisingly, after all the tickling I have had to endure, it doesn't get to me at all...that is until they start running the feather between my toes and using the quills on my soles. At this point I am almost now incoherent, a complete pool of sweat and all I can do is scream under my gag...but that is wearing me out and I am really weak now.
I also now notice that our little show has gotten quite a crowd, there is a group watching us, and a number of them are stealing tickles on me as well.
One of the side ticklers now calls down to Bob and wants a feather, so he produces a third feather for my neck. Okay, the quills on my soles and the feather on my neck are now making me go insane, I am wondering if I am going to have a heart attack or something.
Then I am blindfolded in addition to being gagged and I feel what I knew was going to happen at some point. I feel a hand reach down and unzip my pants and pull my cock out. I couldn't see it, but it felt more elongated than I have ever experienced and it was really, really sensitive. I reasoned that I ought to be embarrassed and horrified, but I wasn't. After everything I had been through I now had lost all my inhibitions. The fact that I was tied up and helpless, in public with this group was the hottest thing I'd every go through in my life.
And I needed to cum soooo bad. I wanted to cum soooo bad. I knew if I did, then I'd relax, enjoy it tremendously, and all this intensity I was feeling would stop...I'd be so relaxed I probably wouldn't even be ticklish anymore.
I had never been touched by a guy before but here goes. And I find that I love it. But the guy working my cock is really having a difficult time for some reason pulling it clear from my pants. He tried to stroke me, but he can't really get all of my shaft and I know he is getting frustrated...I am actually having feelings at this point where I am afraid he will stop and won't continue.
To my surprise...
He and another guy unbuckle my dress pants and pull them down to my mid-thighs. My exposed ass is now sitting directly on the theater chair seat and the fabric is sticking to my cheeks...really weird. Now I am really feeling naked, helpless and totally in the power of a group of gay guys and I really love it.
I feel one hand on my shaft and another hand tickling the head of my cock with a feather. The feather is somewhat of an annoyance, but I need, I want, I love the shaft hand stroking me. My hips are undulating in time with the shaft hand.
Then dammit the teasing starts...why does there have to be teasing? I get so close to the edge and then they shut me off my squeezing the head while lifting my balls. It happens twice. My cock is now getting a mind of its own. I have no control, I am now just along for the ride.
When they try to tease me the third time, they can't stop me and they see I am going to shoot. So I feel two hands on my cock (I never thought I was the type that was big enough for two hands) really stressing me. I explode but they keep working me.... I never felt an orgasm last more than 15 seconds at the most...
But now I see, to my horror what is happening to me
As I cum, one guy now has my dick really stretched out and the other one is dragging his fingernail teasingly across the head,
I can feel myself straining to emit the cum.
But the feeling is beyond anything I have ever imagined. It is not fun. It is intense. It is definitely tickling, but it feels as intense as a dentist hitting a nerve in your tooth. I am now totally panicking, it has been like 30 seconds and I can't take a second longer.
They finally let go of my cock and I feel the foot tickling again. It is 10 times worse than it was before. I am out of breath about to pass out. I feel my cum run down my crotch onto the theater seat.
Then a hand grabs me by my hair and pulls my head back exposing my neck. I feel teasing on my neck. Then a voice, Bob's voice whispers to me...
Scott, I want you to come back with me to Tony's house. He has his basement set up for you (yes...he has a dungeon) and we want to play with you. Either agree to come, or we will stay here and repeat what we just did to you no matter how long it takes.
I just knew I couldn’t stay there like this, any longer. I was so uncomfortable from struggling in that seat. My legs were cramping a bit. Anything, anything would be better than this. I agreed.
So they untied me, but kept me gagged. Then they tied my wrists behind my back. Since (it was Tony who was friend's with the owners) they had the run of the place, the four of them led me out via the back of the theater to a car (large sedan) they had waiting for me. Yes I was still barefoot, and my feet were sore from the tickling. You can imagine how great it is to be walking barefoot in an alley. Bruce and another sat in the backseat. They laid me face up across their laps with my calves and bare feet hanging out the window.
As the car sped away, I felt hands unzip my zipper.
What happened next is another story...
