It's good to hear that –said the young man.

Sure. I don’t need to fall into the details about what the public can watch in this place, because you saw the show last year… Some creepy sets, play with the imagination of the spectators, vermin, unexplained sounds… you know. And the basic: actors, like you and me, performing in different scenes.

I repeated the protocol such as telling all volunteers. Although this specific, he knew exactly what was coming.

That night when I asked how into a position as that occupied by Fred (the volunteer of the previous year), I thought this guy would come the next day. However, he appeared a week before the announcement. He went straight to me and gave me an explanation of the business of his family, etc.

He introduced himself as Robert K. When I saw him, I felt my stomach jump «A déjà vu?», I asked myself but I didn’t remember him from any place before. He hadn’t a body so athletic, but certainly he kept in good shape at the gym. Between 5'2 "or 5'4", dark chestnut hair, impeccably white skin, dark brown eyes and delicate features of an English lord. Smooth complexion, slightly bearded and languid look. «A boy», I guessed. Surely he didn’t exceed twenty. I moderated my interest to prevent he felt uncomfortable. He seems a reserved guy. In short, the entire look of a polite and circumspect boy from his eyes to his clothes.  

The first day we talk he seemed to feel somewhat embarrassed, I thought he spoke low due to shame, but I discovered that this was his usual tone. However, in this time, he keeps his urban attitude, but was much more open, he wanted to know better what it was all about.

I'm not interested in tickle anyone –he told me. I just came here because some friends told me about this celebration and when I saw what you were you doing to that guy… I wanted to try my luck to see how I was.

I understood his point. So we set to work. Once again he praised my rack. I noticed he looked it with fascination and even some greed. He took a few laps around and glanced at the room and even gave some ideas to give it more terrifying. He told that he was a student and was 18 years old.

Where can I change my clothes? –he asked. I had thought to bring something, but I was very busy at school in the last days, so I didn’t…

No problem, bro. Go upstairs and in the first room on your right there are a dressing room full of all kinds' costumes. Choose the one you think is best for the occasion; remember you will be a common prisoner…

Oh, yeah, something exciting, but to enjoy.

The last sentence and the tone in which he said it provoked a powerful revival of my erection. I sensed that this would be an unforgettable night. When he got back to the dungeon room, he sat on the rack and looked at me expectantly.

Robert still wore his expensive dress shoes and his navy blue sheer socks. He had been wearing a longsleeved shirt and a pair of excellent fabric, two pieces of beige hues. On second thought, Robert looked like a model by his bearing and finelooking. A very smart boy, I confirmed to myself, delighted with that beauty in man's body.  

The ragged clothes he had put made him look of unhappy beggar, a true prisoner confined to terrible tortures. The shirt covered his torso had no buttons, so that it was constantly open, exposing his slightly hairy chest, nipples and abdomen. As I said before, he was far from the architecture of a bodybuilder; however, his muscles were well delineated. And the pants were filthywhite and very frayed just below the knees, so that the calves were exposed and I saw they were hairy as the forearms.

He knew the effect caused by his appearance, but like all shy boys, he enjoyed in silence of his feeling, tilting his head in delicious gesture that gave him a surpassingly charming masculine and tender at the same time to his person.

Don’t need anything more? asked Robert as he climbed his legs over the rack. Next, he lay face up on the table, quickly spread his arms and legs for me to tie the straps.

Since there was no rehearsal, we'll have to agree quickly now before people start arriving. Let's see, start pulling your members as to what was done this rack as an interrogation pretend, okay?

No problem.

Well… let's begin.

Robert was on his back on the rack stretched to his full height. I moved toward the end of the rack and strap his wrists to the bar with solid stout leather bridles carefully to avoid injury when the game will turn hard. Then I moved to another end of the table to tie his socked ankles down.

So, when I see that you are determined not to confess, I will tickle you with no mercy.

He shook his head with a yes with another look that went through me. I wouldn’t say it was somewhat erotic or suggestive. I could not tell what it was. But it was undoubtedly pleasure. A hidden pleasure.

After reviewing that Robert was well secured on the rack, I carefully turned the wheel. The ropes tightened until I'd pulled him spread eagle of the table. I locked the wheel and stood back to admire my work. The muscles of Robert’s arms and legs were defined, especially when he force it to check the resistance of the moorings. His biceps bulged, some veins in his neck pricked the skin and the skin itself neck, face and around the wrists got a little red. Robert's expression changed, not to panic, but he left his comfortable smile and youthful appearance to acquire a rookie gladiator knows that very soon will have to fight for his life. His hair lost the way he had and squirmed a bit, giving it a more suitable to the circumstances. He licked his lips, took a look something rough and resolute against what was coming: he seemed to be getting into the role.

Everything is perfect, brother –I said. His hands were tied above his head, so the arms were well spread at an angle of more than 90 degrees from the torso strained especially why he exerted himself to clear the appearance of calm boy he had. I enjoyed watching his armpits slightly haired and I was surprised that a man as he had not shaved that and other parts of his beautiful body.

I don’t think that my shoes and socks do a good role here said Robert, taking a look to his expensive shoes as waving to and fro his feet.

You’re right, dude –I said. The bulge in my crotch kept growing.

I took Robert's right shoe off and sniff inside. It didn’t smelled bad; his shoe gave off a mixture of musk and aroma of man’s footsweat. I did the same with the other shoe.

Well, here are two feet that seems to be so soft and vulnerable I lightly scratched my fingers against the bottoms of those socked feet. He twisted his ankles and curled his toes inside the sheer socks while he released a boyish giggle.

Ooohoho, man! –he chuckled.

Robert struggled in vain to disengage their ankles. As if bowing and begging for mercy, his toes curled into the navy blue socks in an unsuccessful attempt to cover up the entire surface of his soles.

His socks were quite dry and kept the same aroma of his shoes. Robert's navyblue socks showed clearly every contour of the feet, every toe, both heels, all in perfect shapes. I walked to the doorway to look from the angle of the spectators. A magnificent view!

All right? Robert asked me projecting a confident smile.

You look amazing! We will be a hit!

I went back to his face.

We have still fifteen or twenty minutes before the audience begins to arrive, okay?

Ok he answered.

I slid my index fingers for the inner line of the biceps of Robert, who immediately projected a juvenile laughter. He doesn’t seem a prisoner by his expression of fun, so I thought this won’t work, he isn’t a good candidate to be a wretch convicted. I put my dancing fingers on the holes of both armpits and used them as a dance floor. Robert laughed, writhed and bucked against the table.

Well! Here is a sensitive site I celebrated viewing that he began to seem really uncomfortable with the increase of tickling.  

I dragged my fingers relentlessly through the ribs and into the stomach and continued through the navel. In these places his laughter fell, but by increasing the pressure of my fingers I noticed they were not as sensitive areas, but I helped keep the overall state of his ticklish body, but not to take him to frenzy.

I put my fingers as spatulas and explored the ribs in an ascending scale as if playing a piano to reach the explosive armpits again. Robert twitched, jerked and shook his whole body as if he were a quilt beaten on a clothesline. He accompanied his shakes with shouts.  

Ohhh, God, ooohohoho God, OOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOD, MY GADSSPAHAHAHAHAHAHHA…! But he still didn’t ask for clemency.

His face changed radically, he had lost that calm and that laziness expressive to make way for fast and violent movements to avoid my hands. The wornout shirt he was wearing was completely open exposing his chest and abdomen that were getting gradually redcolored like the arms, hands and face, covered of profuse sweating. However, he seems to have any trouble breathing. During twenty minutes I was testing Robert’s armpits and ribs with nonstop and unmercifully tickling. The level of his laughter tell me how went my work: if he guffaw frantically as a runaway horse means he was suffering truly, but if he just giggle I knew that I should harden my cruelty.    

I had wanted to try other areas of his body like the crotch, but I thought my volunteer would hate my boldness and he had no intention of asking for anything beyond a tickle session disguised with a scene of terror in a haunted house on the occasion of Halloween.

I returned in front of his socked feet. He wiggled his toes for me but this time his smile wasn’t quiet as before. His socks were now drenched in foot sweat.

I moved my fingers to the edge of the left sock and dragged it by the calf to his ankle to the end of his foot and ceremoniously exposed inch after inch of the damp sole. The sock passed the ankle, exposing the pink flesh on the side and approached to the heel. A narrow ankle led to a wide heel, then meticulously led to a tender arch, a fat, fleshy ball and then five short, thick toes (the top of perfection).

I enjoy specially discovering this ticklishness of his feet when I ran my fingers over his foot and he wiggled his toes and fanned them out inside the socks.

I grab the end of his right sweaty navy blue sock and peeled it off slowly because was stuck to the skin. Finally I exposed the other nice top and heel, and then the sweet sole of this right foot. Once again Robert wiggled gracefully his toes from the slight ticklish sensation.  

With his feet naked before me, I ran the top of my fingers over Robert's soles for two or three seconds. His toes fanned out again.

Aghhh!... Ouchhh, maaahahann… thahahat's ticklesss! Ahahaha...!

He squirmed and writhed all he could, but I was relentless. His feet were not only smooth and beautiful to look at, but when I touched them directly I noticed they were much softer than they appeared.

The skin was very pale, almost transparent and a web of fine wrinkles crossed the soles, which had reddishpeachlike colored heels, balls and toes. The veins could see close to the surface. His toes were short and the pinkie tootsie got a separation from others when they spread out as the plump thumb. All of them were gracefully curved, wrapped in the moisture from sweat. Clear and well trimmed nails. That skin was so sensitive that the friction of the air was like the touch of my fingers. A truly sensitive man with babylike feet had been made available to my malicious hands!

I slid my fingertips through those soles. I didn’t scratching them with the nails for fear of hurting them. So I assumed the feathers would be enough in his case, so as to enter the public listened through the door, I used to make my turkey feather dance over his defenseless feet. Robert laughed, wiggling his feet trying to avoid my attack.

Well, let's begin... I said, watching as people coming to our door.

We simulated a ruthless interrogation. He was pretty sweaty because of the test, his face and other visible parts of his body were red, showing the tension in his face. He tried to sound like a prisoner in panic as I pretended to stretch him on the rack, while I screamed for help.

After about twenty minutes of fruitless interrogation, I decided in my role as executioner trying another approach that Robert already knew what it was. The audience came and went as the fair was, and did not pay much interest to show Robert and me. The popular curiosity requires more twisted and exciting stretch a mock members.

Oh, so you're not going to say what I want to hear from you, right? Okay...

I pulled the turkey feather executioner of my pocket and twirled it in front of Robert's face with an evil grin. He flinched and wiggled his soles before I even touched them. I dragged the feather underneath his spread out toes.

Wooooowwwhehehehe, oh, no, no…!!!! Plehehease… that tickles!!!

Robert's body tensed, his breathing growing faster and deeper. I inserted the feather between Robert's big toe and his second toe and started twirling it around and around. Meanwhile I was working the sole of the other foot over with my other hand's finger, letting them glide the whole length of his foot, up to and in between his wiggling toes, and then down again. This tickle assault had Robert absolutely bucking against the table trying to escape from his bonds, but it was no use, the ropes were too tight and too well tied. He was laughing, screaming, hollering for mercy.

NO!!! PLEEEZZZZEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… NOT THE TOES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOHOHOTT TICKLE MY TOOHOHOES!! HAHAHAHAHA, NOOHOHOHO!!!!

I let my finger's pressure increase just enough to make Robert's right foot jerk stronger. He started to giggle harder.

Now I prick the quill pen in heels, edges of the foot, ankle and toe tip. He jumps like a madman. I went to the other foot and I pulled the Robert's toes back a little and started to drag the feather over the length of the sole from heel to toe, up and down, up and down, up and down… Robert guffaw and writhe and buck and scream…

NOOHOHOHO ... AGHHHHAHAHAHAHA, NOOO, I CAN’T TAKE IT LIKE THAT... HAHAHAHAHAHA... STAPPP!"

People filled our scene more and more. Robert begged me to stop torture and screaming at people to save him from this terrible situation. He was sweating profusely and for the first time I thought he was really suffering with that, however, I went ahead. The show must go on, isn’t it?

The movement of people increased as I climbed the torture. Robert does is barely understood the words, lost in laughter and screams. I continued tickling Robert's feet with no mercy. His cries became more raucous, but he continued to chuckle and scream. Tears ran all over his cutebritish face mixing with the sweat. His hair was plastered to his forehead bathed in sweat. The face and neck were markedly colored. His arms had red lines on the skin from the straps. In his case there was no need to use oil to moisten his palesmoothest soles since they received with each attack natural and profuse doses of sweat. He had a strong sweat, not unpleasant but maintaining his skin too tender. After tickling his feet for fifteen minutes, I went in search of his helpless armpits.

For a whole hour, Robert was subjected to relentless tickle torture. After the show, people ran away. Robert was all red and exhausted, with an extreme expression throughout his muscles still trembling under the skin.

I unhooked the bonds. Robert sat up and stays on the edge without touching the floor. His torso was slightly bent of exhaustion, the shirt and pants were soaked with sweat as his hair. I saw no anger or disgust in his expression, but an inner satisfaction. He held the shoes and socks and put them back.

We should repeat this soon –Robert said.

Now? We all are gone.

No, today was enough.

But it will end the Halloween festivities this year, and the next I should seek other candidates –I warned him.

But... last year you said you had all year to test someone, didn’t you? –said Robert sarcastically.

Yes... I see you have a good memory as well as resistance. Do you suggest something, buddy?

I saw you got a bulge in the crotch while you tickle me, isn’t it?

I looked at him with shame, but he gave me a wink.

That doesn’t matter he said, then brought his face close to my ear I cum several times too.

Oh… Really?

The pants Robert was wearing hid the erection and he (smart boy!!!) had made a knot to fasten them in order (obviously!!!) to disguise his own bulge. Little rascal: my English man had calculated everything precisely! All his shyness was a facade.

What do you have to do tomorrow? –he asked.

Em… I can change my plans –I said.

Brave addicted to tickling I found that year.