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Hey all. This is a true story that happened to me a couple years back. It's very true to life, right down to the quotes (as I remember), with only the names changed.
It's also the only time I'vebeen tickle tortured at length, against my will.
Enjoy!
It was a few years ago, and the six of us were just hanging out in Mike's house playing Super Smash Brothers. We'd been sat, cramped together on the bed, for about two or three hours, when the attack was triggered accidentally and spontaneously. Barry made a sudden movement, I flinched, they all laughed and ALL began making sudden movements, and that just evolved into them tackling and tickling me to the floor.
Before we go on, let's just give you a rough idea of what these guys were like. As well as me, there was Barry, Jason, Ade, Mike and Chris. Chris was extremely loud and hyper. He had a fascination with zombies, ninjas and fighting in general. Mike, whose house it was, was Chris's younger cousin - he had a similar personality to Chris, except maybe toned down a little. Jason was the rock music fanatic, and, if you'll pardon the cliché, the ladies man of the group. He'd take a crap on his own mother if it'd make a girl laugh. Barry and Ade were next door neighbours, both big fans of weed and alcohol, and both about as hyperative and reckless as possible - ESPECIALLY Barry. Barry was a semi-masochistic (and, in retrospect, kinda sadistic) pyromaniac. Ade was bad, but not quite THAT bad.
So anyway, there I was, tackled to the ground by the cousins, the pyros and the ladies man. Oh dear.
"GACK!" I curled up ino a ball on the floor, trying desperately to ignore the trillions and trillions of fingers poking my exposed sides.
"Hey, he's pretty ticklish - SUPER NINJA LIGHTNING TICKLE!!!!!!" Chris tackled me onto my back and dug into my sides.
"NOHOHAHAHA!!! GERROF YA BASTARDS!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" I tried to curl up again, but was foiled:
"Hold his arms so he can't move!!" Thanks, Pyro Barry. You're a pal. I'll admit it, up until this point, it had been kinda fun, but now I was starting to get a sligtly uneasy feeling. I'd seen Pyro Barry get carried away like this before, and I've seen it result in small explosions, as well as more than one person having their hair and/or eyebrows set on fire. If he was that reckless with something as dangerous as fire, the thought of him throwing around something as (seemingly) harmless as tickles was turning my stomach.
"No no! No grab!! NO GRAB!!!" Useless. Forget ropes and straps - half a dozen pairs of knees is enough to render ANYBODY completely immobile.
There was a pause, and I looked towards Jason. He was sat at the PC, messenging one of his girlfriends.
"Make him say something funny so I can messenge her!" Greeeaaat.
Chris stuck both his arms up my shirt into my pits and began tickling. "Say 'Chris is the best'!!"
This was pretty much what I was expecting. I didn't want to say it on principle, but I was swayed by one glance up into Pyro's wide, menacing eyes.
"HAHA OKAHAY OKAHAY CHRIS IS THE BEHEST!!!"
As Jason hammered away at the keyboard, keeping his girl nicely updated, Pyro flashed me a toothy grin. "Make him say some more stuff!"
I tried to resist for a while, to hold on to even a little dignity, but they were relentless. After half a dozen or so phrases that were too embarassing to repeat here, they stopped tickling me. My head collapsed behind me and I lay panting.
"Sheesh, I'm bloody knackered now!"
"We ain't finished yet!" Pyro again. Ringleader? Him? Naaah.
I flinched instinctively and turned my head to the side, catching a glimpse of the desk clock in the process. To my shock, I realised that it was 9:45pm. At the time I was working from 5am, so I had to be asleep by about 10pm. I had totally lost track of time.
"Shit, guys, look - it's quarter to ten. I gotta go." I pushed myself up about five inches and was pushed sharply back down by four hands and my shoulders were held there.
"I told you, we ain't finished! Jas, lock the door!"
Now I started to feel a little sick. Mob mentality was always one of my biggest fears, and now here it was, unfolding right above me.
"Seriously guys, I gotta be up at five!" I struggled, genuinelly, but fruitlessly.
"Ooooh, he's struggling!" taunted Jason, having just slid the door to the 'locked' position. "OH!!! Take his shoes off!!"
I tried to thrash as my shoes and socks were pulled off by Chris, who then got me into a solid ankle-lock and began mercilessly tickling my bare soles.
Then bad went to worse. As I mentioned, Ade was Pyro Barry's partner-in-crime. And Pyro Barry was calling all the shots. Ade obviously thought he was obliged to out-perform Pyro.
"Shoes?" He said loudy. "I'll go one better than that - get his shirt!"
The nauseous feeling reached its peak as my t-shirt - my last remaining scrap of armour - was peeled roughly upwards past my chest and tugged off of me. I groaned as I saw it tossed into the corner, leaving my chest, sides, tummy AND feet explosed. I'd always bee a ticklephile, but this was genuine torture. Ade raked his fingers down my ribs and chest, and then dug into my tummy, as my trapped toes were forced back and their crevices thoroughly tickled. Of course, Pyro and Mike made sure that my armpits and neck recieved the attention they needed too.
(And yes - I did try shouting "uncle", but after I was forced to explain what it meant, and the nature of safewords, they laughed and disregarded the whole thing, saying I'd stay there until they were good and ready.
The bastards even pretended to let me go at one point, but as I got weakly up to my feet, they burst into laughter and tackled me to the ground again. "PSYCHE!" Psyche indeed.)
Maybe ten or fifteen minutes later, they stopped. Andy wanted to update his girlfriend and Mike wanted to go back on the gamecube. I, however, was only slightly better off. I went from the star entertainment to a small distraction. Pyro and Ade sat on my arms, pinning my now extremely weakened (and still topless) self to the floor, and Chris did the same for my feet. However, now they weren't focused on me. They were watching the gamecube, and idly tickling me simultaneously like somebody might fidget with their clothing, completely unaware that the breathless, quivering wreck on the floor could STILL feel the tickling sensations, and that they STILL TICKLED! A LOT!!!
Now too tired to thrash or stuggle, I lay on my back giggling, panting and shaking my head. My repeated requests to be allowed to go home were met with either a simple "no", or ignored completely.
After many many rounds on the gamecube, and an unbearably long period of idle tickle torture, they decided that they were ready to start heading for home. I, now soaked with sweat and too tired to move, was released by default. I thanked my lucky stars that they hadn't begun the whole thing in the morning, or I might have gone totally insane.
It's also the only time I'vebeen tickle tortured at length, against my will.
Enjoy!
It was a few years ago, and the six of us were just hanging out in Mike's house playing Super Smash Brothers. We'd been sat, cramped together on the bed, for about two or three hours, when the attack was triggered accidentally and spontaneously. Barry made a sudden movement, I flinched, they all laughed and ALL began making sudden movements, and that just evolved into them tackling and tickling me to the floor.
Before we go on, let's just give you a rough idea of what these guys were like. As well as me, there was Barry, Jason, Ade, Mike and Chris. Chris was extremely loud and hyper. He had a fascination with zombies, ninjas and fighting in general. Mike, whose house it was, was Chris's younger cousin - he had a similar personality to Chris, except maybe toned down a little. Jason was the rock music fanatic, and, if you'll pardon the cliché, the ladies man of the group. He'd take a crap on his own mother if it'd make a girl laugh. Barry and Ade were next door neighbours, both big fans of weed and alcohol, and both about as hyperative and reckless as possible - ESPECIALLY Barry. Barry was a semi-masochistic (and, in retrospect, kinda sadistic) pyromaniac. Ade was bad, but not quite THAT bad.
So anyway, there I was, tackled to the ground by the cousins, the pyros and the ladies man. Oh dear.
"GACK!" I curled up ino a ball on the floor, trying desperately to ignore the trillions and trillions of fingers poking my exposed sides.
"Hey, he's pretty ticklish - SUPER NINJA LIGHTNING TICKLE!!!!!!" Chris tackled me onto my back and dug into my sides.
"NOHOHAHAHA!!! GERROF YA BASTARDS!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" I tried to curl up again, but was foiled:
"Hold his arms so he can't move!!" Thanks, Pyro Barry. You're a pal. I'll admit it, up until this point, it had been kinda fun, but now I was starting to get a sligtly uneasy feeling. I'd seen Pyro Barry get carried away like this before, and I've seen it result in small explosions, as well as more than one person having their hair and/or eyebrows set on fire. If he was that reckless with something as dangerous as fire, the thought of him throwing around something as (seemingly) harmless as tickles was turning my stomach.
"No no! No grab!! NO GRAB!!!" Useless. Forget ropes and straps - half a dozen pairs of knees is enough to render ANYBODY completely immobile.
There was a pause, and I looked towards Jason. He was sat at the PC, messenging one of his girlfriends.
"Make him say something funny so I can messenge her!" Greeeaaat.
Chris stuck both his arms up my shirt into my pits and began tickling. "Say 'Chris is the best'!!"
This was pretty much what I was expecting. I didn't want to say it on principle, but I was swayed by one glance up into Pyro's wide, menacing eyes.
"HAHA OKAHAY OKAHAY CHRIS IS THE BEHEST!!!"
As Jason hammered away at the keyboard, keeping his girl nicely updated, Pyro flashed me a toothy grin. "Make him say some more stuff!"
I tried to resist for a while, to hold on to even a little dignity, but they were relentless. After half a dozen or so phrases that were too embarassing to repeat here, they stopped tickling me. My head collapsed behind me and I lay panting.
"Sheesh, I'm bloody knackered now!"
"We ain't finished yet!" Pyro again. Ringleader? Him? Naaah.
I flinched instinctively and turned my head to the side, catching a glimpse of the desk clock in the process. To my shock, I realised that it was 9:45pm. At the time I was working from 5am, so I had to be asleep by about 10pm. I had totally lost track of time.
"Shit, guys, look - it's quarter to ten. I gotta go." I pushed myself up about five inches and was pushed sharply back down by four hands and my shoulders were held there.
"I told you, we ain't finished! Jas, lock the door!"
Now I started to feel a little sick. Mob mentality was always one of my biggest fears, and now here it was, unfolding right above me.
"Seriously guys, I gotta be up at five!" I struggled, genuinelly, but fruitlessly.
"Ooooh, he's struggling!" taunted Jason, having just slid the door to the 'locked' position. "OH!!! Take his shoes off!!"
I tried to thrash as my shoes and socks were pulled off by Chris, who then got me into a solid ankle-lock and began mercilessly tickling my bare soles.
Then bad went to worse. As I mentioned, Ade was Pyro Barry's partner-in-crime. And Pyro Barry was calling all the shots. Ade obviously thought he was obliged to out-perform Pyro.
"Shoes?" He said loudy. "I'll go one better than that - get his shirt!"
The nauseous feeling reached its peak as my t-shirt - my last remaining scrap of armour - was peeled roughly upwards past my chest and tugged off of me. I groaned as I saw it tossed into the corner, leaving my chest, sides, tummy AND feet explosed. I'd always bee a ticklephile, but this was genuine torture. Ade raked his fingers down my ribs and chest, and then dug into my tummy, as my trapped toes were forced back and their crevices thoroughly tickled. Of course, Pyro and Mike made sure that my armpits and neck recieved the attention they needed too.
(And yes - I did try shouting "uncle", but after I was forced to explain what it meant, and the nature of safewords, they laughed and disregarded the whole thing, saying I'd stay there until they were good and ready.
The bastards even pretended to let me go at one point, but as I got weakly up to my feet, they burst into laughter and tackled me to the ground again. "PSYCHE!" Psyche indeed.)
Maybe ten or fifteen minutes later, they stopped. Andy wanted to update his girlfriend and Mike wanted to go back on the gamecube. I, however, was only slightly better off. I went from the star entertainment to a small distraction. Pyro and Ade sat on my arms, pinning my now extremely weakened (and still topless) self to the floor, and Chris did the same for my feet. However, now they weren't focused on me. They were watching the gamecube, and idly tickling me simultaneously like somebody might fidget with their clothing, completely unaware that the breathless, quivering wreck on the floor could STILL feel the tickling sensations, and that they STILL TICKLED! A LOT!!!
Now too tired to thrash or stuggle, I lay on my back giggling, panting and shaking my head. My repeated requests to be allowed to go home were met with either a simple "no", or ignored completely.
After many many rounds on the gamecube, and an unbearably long period of idle tickle torture, they decided that they were ready to start heading for home. I, now soaked with sweat and too tired to move, was released by default. I thanked my lucky stars that they hadn't begun the whole thing in the morning, or I might have gone totally insane.
