From: YNKY32A@prodigy.com (Robert Cline)
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Subject: STORY: Sock Tie (m/m,tickling,sock smell)
Date: 11 Jan 1995 00:23:27 GMT
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     This edited story is reprinted with permission
from Bound and
Gagged, from the Outbound Press, 89 Fifth Ave. NY NY 10003.  

     My note:   This story involves m/m
sexual activity,. and smelling of socks. 
It makes you use your imagination more
than the other stories I have written.  I
think it is one of the best
true stories I've read.  If you love ANY
and ALL types of bondage , Bound and
Gagged is one of the best in reading true
accounts.  If any of this offends you, DO
NOT READ.  For the
others, enjoy the story, and as usual,
comments and suggestions
are greatly appreciated.

Rob

                      SOCK TIED AND TICKLED

     The story I'm about to tell is a strictly (or should I say
restricted?) true story of sock bondage with a friend of mine
I've known since high school.

     Tom, is 6'2", 167, well hung and has wide ticklish 10 1/2"
foot size and wears my favorite type of sweat socks of all time. 
This type of sock is great for gathering all the sweat one's feet
can create inside those hightop Reeboks Tom likes to wear.

     Tom and I have played with ropes since we were 16.  We would
tie each other up just to see who could get loose the fastest or
who could take the tickling tortures the longest before loosing
our mind.  Tom always seemed to win on getting loose the fastest,
he had long fingers so he could work the knots and sure enough he
would get loose.  Tom was good at roping me so I could never get
loose nor could I say anything because he would gag me with his
nasty stinking socks.  I never told him I didn't want him to do
it because I loved it when he gagged me with them.  

     My folks were leaving for the weekend so I called Tom and
asked him to come over and watch TV and drink some beer that
night.  Tom said sure, that he would stop in after playing some
golf, around 8 PM.  I told him I'd be waiting.  

     Tom showed up around 8:30 looking pretty hot.  It was warm
that day, around 92 degrees.  But there was Tom wearing his
normal clothes, high top Reeboks, blue jeans and his sweatshirt.
I didn't even have to look to see what kind of socks he was
wearing, he always wears the same type of socks, the perfect
sweating, smelling sock a person can wear.

     I told Tom I had learned a new knot and there were no ropes
involved.  Tom started laughing, lying on the couch telling me
there was nothing the great Houdini couldn't get out of in this
town.  I asked him if he wanted to give it a try.  Tom said sure
and asked if I had gone out and bought some handcuffs or some
other gadgets.  I told him no, I was going to use socks.  He
laughed and said he'd like to see me hold him for at least 1/2
hour.  I told Tom no problem, let's go to my bedroom and see.

     I took Tom and led him to the bedroom where my twin bed was
waiting for him.  When we got there I told Tom he had just as
well take his clothes off and get ready for bed.  Tom said OK,
but he would take his shower after he got loose.  Reaching into
my dresser, I told Tom I only needed three pairs of socks to hold
him for the 1/2 hour he thought it would take him to get loose. 
The first pair was my church socks, nylon type, very long and
strong.  The second pair was my sweatsocks, like Tom was wearing.
And the third pair was also extra long and strong.

     I told Tom to hold his arm straight out and make a fist with
his hand by tucking his thumb in under his fingers in his fist. 
I took the first sock, put his fist inside the sock and pulled it
all the way up his arm.  I took the second pair of socks and tied
one sock around each wrist twice, making Tom keep a fist.  I
grabbed both tops of the socks that were pulled up his arms and
pulled them down over the fists I'd had him make, so the socks
his fists were in wouldn't come off because of the socks I had
tied around his wrists.  Then I mad him bend both knees, grabbed
his right ankle and wrapped the end of the sock on his right hand
around his ankle and tied two knots and went around the bed and
did the same to the left hand and ankle.  I took the third pair
of socks and tied the end of one of those socks at the place
where the right hand and ankle met and pulled them to the side of
the bed and tied the other end of the sock to the bedframe.  Then
I went to the other side and did the same thing.

     I asked Tom if he ever felt so helpless.  Tom said no, but
this sure was different.  Tom was starting to sweat, grunting,
straining, twisting and a little cussing.  But he didn't get
loose, he lay there spread wide open.  After a while Tom started
whining about not being able to escape.  I walked in and asked
how he was doing at getting loose.  Tom was kind of pissed, and
he told me my new knot was very effective and that his hands were
still in a fist.  I asked if his hands or ankles hurt yet.  Ton
tugged a little and said no, but I could turn him loose anytime
now.  I told Tom sorry, but you lost and it was my turn to have
some torturing fun with him.

     I took one of his socks and tied a square knot in the toe,
and did the same to the other one.  Then I took the two socks and
twisted them together like I was going to make a square knot, but
I didn't make the knot.  Instead I took that twist and the
knotted ends and stuffed them in Tom's mouth, then wrapped the
two socks around Tom's head to tie them with a square knot in
front.  The twist on the socks makes them impossible to spit out.

He twisted and pulled around till I told him it could be worse,
those two socks in your mouth could have been mine.  But, I told
Tom, I was saving mine for a better treatment.  Tom's eyes looked
very sincere, he had a good idea of what I was going to do with
my socks.  What Tom didn't know was that I had put on the same
sweatsocks I had worn the day before.

When I pulled my shoe off beside Tom's face, he closed his eyes
and
moaned into his already gagged mouth.  I put my two socks
together,
reached up and pulled the knot in Tom's gag out far enough to get
my
socks through and let go of the knot, letting it sink back into
his mouth.
Then I pulled down on my socks till the toes of them were snug
over
his nostrils.

There Tom lay while I stood up to take a good look at him,
watching him
struggle a bit and shaking his head, trying to get my socks off
his nose
and his socks out of his mouth. I asked Tom if he liked what he
was getting
so far.  Tom just shook his head no and uttered something in his
well filled
mouth.  Then I asked Tom if he liked ice in his water.

He then knew what I was up to, and started tugging and pulling
from side to
side, trying to yank loose.  I told him to relax, and went to the
freezer to get
my next project for Tom.

I returned to my room to find that Tom still hadn't made and
progress on getting 
loose. I stood by the bed looking into Tom's eyes, playing with
the ice cubes I had
gotten from the freezer.  Tom stopped struggling and took one of
those deep 
breaths that he had no choice about, through his nose, squinting
his eyes at the
same time.  The way he looked, I could tell my socks were still
at their best.

I asked Tom if he could breathe through his mouth.  He shook his
head no.  I said
good, because you will be breathing even harder when I start
rubbing these ice
cubes in places that you can't handle.  Taking the ice from the
cup, I rubbed
them on his nipples, then slid them down to his public line and
back up to
his nipples.  Tom just shook and strained, moaning through his
stuffed mouth.
There was also some movement from his public line, a rather large
movement.

After teasing him like this for some time, I left one of the
cubes melting on his 
belly button and moved to the foot of the bed.  I looked up at
Tom's eyes and 
asked if his feet were still ticklish.  Taking one of those deep
breaths and tugging 
at the same time, Tom's toes bent down as if to say please don't
do this to me.
Grabbing another cube I started in on Tom's feet, rubbing the
cube between his
toes and running it down the arch drove Tom to a quivering
frenzy.  

Tom went nuts tugging, pulling, straining and of course trying to
cuss me, at
the same time breathing very heavy through the sock covered nose.
I started 
stroking him with the cubes till Tom's sac started to draw up and
blow.  I quit
in the nick of time, Tom was quivering in his bonds, wanting to
jiz.  I looked
into his eyes and Tom was bucking, moaning for release, and I
don't think he
wanted me to release his body bond either.

I got up off the bed and went to my dresser drawer and got one
more sock.
Walking back to Tom, I asked him if he wanted to blow his wad. 
Tom moaned
and bucked his ass up and down, shaking his head yes.  I told Tom
to hang on
to his ass if he could because I was going to get what he wanted.
Setting back
down on the foot of the bed I wrapped the sock around his cock
and balls and tied
it tight, then tied it again only around his cock in a loose
square knot.  I leaned over
and started sucking him, taking him in down to his pubes then up
to the tip again.
time after time I did this, till I had every ounce of blood in
the head of his crank.
Just when Tom was starting to quiver again is when I grabbed the
sock I had tied
around his cock and pulled the square knot as tight as I could,
trapping Tom's wishful 
thoughts within.  I got up off the bed, watching Tom in his
frenzy, laying there
groaning, moaning and bucking again, wanting to explode but
unable to.

Looking at the clock I saw that it was only 1:33 and decided I
needed a beer.  
Before leaving the room I turned to Tom and told him not to be
going anywhere, 
that I hadn't started tickling him yet.  Do your readers have any
idea what a
power sander can do to a helpless friend.

END

NOTE: It is not the safest of measures gagging a victim when you
are tickling him.
It is fun, but keep a close watch, if that's what you choose to
do.