by Tickle777
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I had worked very hard to create the perfect environment to hold intense, but controlled tickling sessions for the like minded.
It had been a dream for most of my life, but had to wait for the right time. I was now in my 40’s, had some money, and was still just as excited at the thought of a young buck or two or three, being strapped down and tickled to extreme. I wanted it to be safe and fun, but no less intense. One of my best friends, Chet, was not only an architect, but a damn good builder. A couple of years ago, I put my ideas on paper and began a serious discussion with Chet. Like me, he was a lover of feet and tickling.
My plan is to design a circular contraption that would look a lot like the kind of playground ride shaped like a pie cut into about eight pieces. They usually have rails running from the center of it to the ends, cut up just like a pie, and each triangle a different color. Anyway, I’d like my creation to be designed to allow for about eight adult males to be strapped into it for some very specific fun. The specifics would include:
1. Ankle Restraints: A mechanism something akin to a pair of ankle bindings like inversion boots firmly attached at the outer circle. One pair for each slice of the pie. The height and angle of these ankle “stocks” would need to be adjusted electronically by remote controls.
2. Back Restraint: Midway along each of the eight sections would need to be an adjustable large leather strap to immobilize each participant by wrapping around their back and being secured from underneath.
3. Wrist Restraints: These would be located at the far edge of the inner-circle. Each participant’s wrists could be securely restrained, leaving them basically immobilized. (The final position would allow for eight guys to be strapped into this device on their stomachs, arms stretched above their heads, bent at the knees and fastened into the ankle bindings, each guys legs could be raised or lowered from 0 to a 90 degree angle.
4. This whole mechanism would be designed with hydraulics, allowing it to be raised and lowered between a first and second floor. Idea being that the eight participants could enter and be staged on one floor, and then once they were all “locked down”, they would be raised to a second level where all of the real fun would begin.
My idea was that this could be used by any group of guys looking to party. It could be used by foot guys, tickle guys or just about any group of guys that were looking for a crazy thing to do. The options were limitless as long as they had great imaginations. The individuals organizing the outing could devise whatever storyline that worked for them and then take full advantage of the setup. One of the first groups to show an interest was a well known Frat from the college two towns over.
They were infamous for their hazing history. Always sort of bordering on the edge of what they could get away with. One of the brothers was actually a nephew of Chet. He had walked in on him building the wheel and had a lot of questions. He instantly made plans to leverage the opportunity and step up the hazing game.
Here’s what happened…
Pledges were grouped in teams of eight. They were told that they must work as a team. If one breaks, they all lose. In this case losing means expulsion from the Fraternity. All they are told is that the test is one of extreme focus and control of one’s person. That’s it. They are of course driven to the site blindfolded and once at the site, they are brought into the staging room blindfolded one by one.
They are told to not ask any questions, and not to speak to their other brothers until told to. Quietly, all eight guys are strapped in. Once that step is completed, the guys running the session stand back in amazement at just how gullible and just how much these guys really want into this Frat. They just led eight intelligent guys to an unknown place, blindfolded and strapped them down for a reason they have no idea about, and did not question one bit.
The older brothers look over at these eight guys stretched out on this crazy looking flat Ferris wheel is you will and think about what a shock they’re going to get when it goes into action.
At this point, the blindfolds are removed and for the first time each of the eight can see just what kind of predicament they are in. They are all fully clothed, flat on their stomachs looking across at another guy in the exact same position. Their faces are all in some level of shock as they realize whatever’s going to happen, is going to happen, there is no way out at this point.
Looking at the site from a slight distance, it looks like an oversized pork roast, eight sets of legs, mostly covered in jeans and with an assortment of footwear sticking up into the air. Perfection for what is about to happen. The inversion boot restraints work perfectly because they are not tight, but secure. They are almost comfortable, yet leave no room for movement with the exception of some flexible foot movement depending on the guy.
The guys continue to look at each other, and start to warm up to their situation. There is cockiness from some, some out and out fear from others, and even a few with the “give it to me” attitude.
The leader yells at them to shut up and prepare for the next step. He reminds them that the intent of this exercise is to strengthen their brotherhood. So whatever happens, they need to get through this as a “TEAM”. Don’t let your brothers fail. Do or say whatever it takes to pull them through.
There is one last, READY? Then the guys here the whirling noise of something happening below them. Slowly they realize they are on a very mobile platform. At first, there is just a humming noise, and then slowly the table begins to rotate. Some of the guys start laughing and heckling as if this is what it’s all about, some crazy amusement park ride that is going to spin them around a little.
Then there is a little jolt, and something very different starts to happen. For one, all the guys that set them up in this thing leave the room. Then, like some alien spacecraft, the platform they are on starts to rise up. You hear a couple of “What the fuck…” “Holy shit”!!!! and then it gets very, very quiet.
For those folks gathered together in the room just above them, the anticipation and some might say thoughts of revenge are just coming to fruition. What the folks on the second floor see is a beautiful site as slowly eight pairs of feet start to rise up into the center of the room. A room that has been designed just for this “session”. Prior to this, there had just been a large black ring in the center of the room with a cushioned wall about three feet high around it. Almost like a Vegas trick, they watched the floor slide away, and the eight pairs of legs slid up into place. At the same time, another round piece dropped from the second floor ceiling to create a covering, almost like the lid of a pan over the heads of the guys attached to those legs. (This kept the guys below completely unaware of what was going on above them.
As the Wheel of Fortune (as we’ll call it) completes its trip, the eight guys find themselves now with their upper bodies encapsulated in some kind of “dome”. At first it was pitch dark, and then all of a sudden lights came on. Again, all eight could look each other in the face and only guess at what was to happen next. The next thing that happened really brought quizzical looks to all of their faces. Directly in front of each guys face, a little screen popped up. At first black, and then the picture came on. It was their leader. He smiled and told them to hang on.
It was going to be one hell of a ride. (Each screen also had a camera in it pointed right at the face of each guy) The screens went black once more and then popped back on. Each guy stared at their own personal video screen, and at a clear picture of their own feet sticking out of the inversion boots. They were staring directly at their immobilized feet. Some saw the soles of their sneakers, work boots, loafers or whatever they’d thrown on their feet before heading off on this crazy outing. One lone guy gasped, “Uh oh, this is not good…” How right he was.
The first action happened quickly. At the same second that one of the guys felt the laces of his sneakers being unlaced and tried instinctively to turn is head, all of the video screens changed to a close-up of his face and then to a shot of his sneakers being unlaced. For a couple of seconds, nobody said a word, including the dude who felt his right and then his left sneaker being gently pulled from each foot. Unfortunate for him, he had not chosen to wear socks on this specific outing, and every screen was now filled with a perfect shot of #1’s perfectly shaped size 12 soles. #1 pulled his toes back and forth, but quickly realized the limitations of his movements thanks to the security of those damn inversion boots.
Now, the most important fact that these eight pawns didn’t know was that in the room with full access to their awaiting feet were eight other guys ready to pounce. They were the eight guys who had completed this very task the day before. They were primed to get their aggressions out on their brothers and fulfill the second half of their task “attack with no mercy”.
As the eight strapped down guys all stared into their video screens they saw something happen that made most of them scared to death.
They watched 10 very masculine and very determined fingers attack the soles of #1. #1 went ballistic. His body immediately jerked as much as it could, remember he had a large leather strap holding him down tight to the padded base of the “Wheel”. #1 just screamed NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! The other guys began to sweat and try to come to terms with the inevitable….who was next, and just how ticklish were they? #1 was tickled for 2 minutes straight and then it stopped. #1 panted and breathed hard and said FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!!!
Quiet again. #1 still recovering, the video screens changed to the feet of #2. #2 was one of the bigger guys in attendance. He was 6’7”, had size 16 feet, and at that moment, was the only one who knew that he was off the charts ticklish. He let out a howling scream before the other guys even realized whose feet they were. Again, the camera panned to a shot of his feet, and again, a big pair of masculine hands went to work on removing the biggest pair of shit-kickers you’d ever seen. The laces were frayed, and the boots themselves must have weighed 10 pounds apiece. #2 just kept repeating, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!!! The boots were off, and all eight guys were now forced to stare at a pair of size 16’s in a pair of beat up oversized sweat socks. There was a quick tickle of the socked soles which made #2 jump and YELP! like a school boy. Then those same hands slowly began to roll the socks down toward #2’s ankles and then up an over his heels and off each foot. #2 literally started begging to STOP!
Too late, a new set of 10 fingers began their terror on those BIG, MASSIVE, TICKLISH SOLES. The other seven guys just stared in amazement. Who would have thought this huge guy could be brought down by a little tickling. #2 howled with laughter, every howl caught on the camera and shot onto all video screens. The other guys shouted “HOLD ON”, “STICK WITH IT”, “YOU CAN BEAT IT”…..as they watched him being terrorized. Again, two minutes went by and it stopped. #2 was sweating from every pore on his body. He continued to laugh and chuckle and gasp as he realized it had stopped. He then stated to the group “Oh man, I can’t take any more of that”. That is of course just what the guys on the second floor wanted to hear. Not to mention, that every one of the guys doing the tickling couldn’t
wait for their turn at #2’s BIG BARE SOLES.
Again, the lull happened. All eight stared at each other, now they knew the pattern. Someone was next. This time, #3 was the smallest guy there. He had an athletic build, a tight frame and feet that were the exact opposite of #2’s. They were 8 1⁄2, and had the most incredible arches.
The camera panned to his loafers and everyone stared as they were removed and his black socks were pulled from those small but gorgeous feet. Everyone in the upper room laughed at how small this guys feet were, but were soon happy to realize that the size did not diminish the sensitivity. #3 lost it just like the first two. His head flailed back and forth and he giggled and laughed uncontrollably. There was one slight difference here though, what everyone else strapped to that table and those above didn’t know was that #3 had an amazing foot / tickling fetish and LOVED to be tickled. He had never said it out loud, but he had always loved it from when he was a kid and was continuously attacked by his bigger friends, held down and tickled senseless. #3 was also gay, and because of that, was enjoying this whole scene on so many levels. As the two minute window came to a close, the toes of #3 squirmed and shook like crazy as the fingers of his tickler danced all over his soles.
When it was done, he was exhausted, but had loved every minute of it. He panted and bitched just like the two guys before him, but what he was really thinking was, “That was GREAT! I can’t wait until they go back to #2, and how am I going to contain my excitement when they get to Matt.” Matt was his roommate, and also the guy he had had a crush on since the first day he met him. Matt would eventually be #8. Lucky #8. The last guy to go through the ritual. He had to watch all the other guys deal with the tension and then the torture.
He himself was crazed because he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on. His feet were so damn ticklish that he hardly ever went barefoot. His head had been spinning out of control since they all realized just what was going to happen here. He knew he had to suck it up, but knowing that and being able to control his body and reactions were two totally different things.
Finally, it was time for the final pair of feet to be addressed. The video screens pointed to #8, Matt was sweating already, and in fact had been for quite some time. He felt his sneakers removed and then his sparkling white socks slipped from his soft, soft size 13 feet. The other guys all prodded him to be strong. Deal with it! Before you know it, it will be over. He knew that it was going to be messy. It had been a while since his last tickling, and he knew that wasn’t pretty.
He saw the fingers meet the surface of both his feet at the same time and just go crazy. He screamed at the top of his lungs and immediately began laughing in a hysterical cadence that actually frightened a number of the other guys. There had been some ticklish guys along the way, #2 holding the record….until now. That was until #8. Matt laughed so hard and struggled against his bindings so hard, the others were sure he’d actually break free. No such luck. Two minutes finished and the tickling of Matt’s tender soles stopped. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Nobody more than Matt. One of the guys said, “What the hell was that?” #3 in defense of his roomie said “Shut the fuck up”.
Well, Round 1 was complete. All eight had “survived”, well almost. Their ticklers had had a great time, and they had also found a couple of weak links that they could abuse going forward. #2 and #8 would play key roles in the following “Rounds”. A fact that none of the guys strapped to that damn wheel could have even imagined at that point. For some of them, they assumed they’d been through and passed the test. Little did they know, that wasn’t even the appetizer. The fun had just begun.
No sooner had they all began to relax and begin to breathe normally, when the table began to spin, just like a roulette wheel. The eight ticklers in the room each took a position at a pair of feet. Then the eight guys strapped down felt the something mechanical happening again. This time it began to lower their legs down, up until then they had been at a 90 degree angle. Slowly the bindings encasing their ankles and lower legs reset them at about a 45 degree angle. Now each of their ticklers was staring right into the soles of each candidate.
In 15 second intervals each tickler took a turn tickling the totally exposed soles of the guy in front of him. This process went on for 10 minutes. In short bursts, each guy being tickled would howl, scream, laugh, and beg for it to stop or just lose it completely. It was amazing to listen to these 8 voices and the distinct characteristics of each response.
Once again, the tickling ceased after 10 minutes and all you could hear from below was panting, grumbling.
To finish of this initial event, the table spun once again. As it stopped, each tickler had a new pair of feet in front of them. The camera in front of the eight ticklee’s lit up, and on the screen was a shot from the ceiling above their feet. The room was black with the exception of individual spotlights on each pair of feet. Each ticklee was looking at a circle of feet. Then, slowly, each guy felt his legs being raised back up to a 90 degree angle. The picture on each screen was now a perfect circle of 16 soles. All 16 were squirming, shaking, moving in one way or another. Then, out of the darkness, 8 pairs of hands came into view and simultaneously, all 16 feet were tickled non-stop.
The roar of laughter, screams, yelling and begging took on a whole new level of intensity. The building, not only the room was crazy alive with the sounds of 8 adult, cocky males being driven out of their minds by the simple tickling of the soles of their bare feet…..and it wouldn’t end there! J
