From: Cody & Cory Foster <102772.1536@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.tickling
Subject: [M/M] The Practical Joker
Date: 27 Sep 1995 20:53:46 GMT
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The Practical Joker
Now that the school year is finally over, I can tell you
what happened this past semester. I was an R.A. this past year
at a university in the Carolinas. I was a fifth year senior and
needed the money to be able to finish up for my degree. I am an
Economics major, and, as any of you that have ever taken courses
in Economics knows, it takes a lot of studying to get through
the
courses. So, I was hoping for a quiet semester from the
students
I had responsibility over.
Being an R.A. sometimes is a cushy job, sometimes you have
to be a father figure and help solve personal problems, and, the
worst part of the job for me was being a disciplinarian. I
didn't have time for it, and it hasn't been THAT long ago, that
I
was an 17 or 18 old wide-eyed freshman, jockying for recognition
amongst his peers. So, when a kid got in trouble, I tried to be
understanding, but made sure the kid got the message so the
incident wouldn't be repeated.
In every group of students, there always seems to be one
that is more of a problem than anyone else. Tom became my
problem.
It started innocently enough. Tom liked attention, so he
was always pestering people. Nothing serious. Then the little
practical jokes were started - short sheeting the bed, putting
shaving cream all through a dresser, vasciline on the doorknobs
-
minor stuff. Nobody could figure out who did it though. Tom
even hit his own room. Everybody thought it was somebody else.
I had my suspicions though, but never could catch him in the
act.
Finally, it went too far. Cory and Cody came back to their
room to find all their underclothes in a pile on the floor
soaking wet, with the rest of their clothes scattered
everywhere.
Needless to say they were pissed. So was I, because this had to
stop and I had to be the one to get it stopped. First, though,
I
had to settle Cody and Cory down. I helped pick up thier
clothes, put them in garbage bags, and dropped them off at the
laundrymat.
As I drove back to campus, I knew what I was going to do.
One benefit of being an R.A. is having a master key that
gets into every room. There are times when that comes in handy.
This was one of those times. I had a gut feeling that Tom was
involved in some way. It was time to find out.
I opened Tom's room with the intention of searching his
desk
for clues to the pranks. I was pleasantly surprised to see Tom
sleeping on the bed wearing only shorts. I closed the door and
went back to my room for some supplies. I brought back a pair
of
handcuffs, a belt, some rope and q-tips. Hey, just because I'm
an R.A. doesn't mean thatI don't like to play my games!
Tom was lieing on his back with his right hand above his
head and the other on his chest. I put the cuff around his
right wrist and was starting to move his left arm when Tom woke
up.
"What the fuck ..."
I jumped on top of Tom and quickly moved his left wrist up
and locked the other cuff to it. Before Tom had complete
control
of his senses, I used my belt around his theighs to keep his
legs
together. I took a peice of rope, tied it to the handcuffs, and
after a short but sprirted struggle, tied the cuffs to the head
of the bed. The hard part was over. I got off Tom, grabbed his
bound legs, and yanked him down the bed as he cried from the
pain
he just received in his wrists. I tied some rope around his
ankles, and tied them to the foot of the bed. Now we were ready
for a little talk.
"Tom, I'll get right to the point. There's been a lot of
stuff happening here, and I'm getting tired of it. I'm going to
get it stopped and I want to know who's involved."
"R.A., man, I don't know nothin'. I didn't do anything and
I don't know who did!"
"Oh, I think you do, Tom. And you are going to tell me."
"I swear, R.A., I didn't do it." Tom said, a little less
beligerent as he watched me pull a q-tip from the box.
I stroked the soles of his feet. Tom jumped. I had a
live
one.
"Hey, quit it man. I'm ticklish!" Tom saw me grin and
knew
he had just made his big mistake.
I went to his dresser and took out a pair of socks. I
started tickling his ribs until he started to laugh. I jammed
one sock into his mouth and tied the other around his head to
hold it in. "Yeah, you're right. You probably don't know
anything. But I don't want you to disturb anybody while I find
out."
I went back to his feet. I used my fingers to draw figure
eights along his soles. Tom's body was squirming all over,
trying to move away from my fingers. He was laughing hard into
the gag. I took the q-tip and started going in and out, between
his toes. Tom was going nuts. I wanted to see what else was
ticklish. I lightly stroked his calgfs and theighs. It still
got a reaction from Tom, but not as intense as the feet.
When I put my finger inside his belly button and moved it
around, his body jumped as far as it could. I jumped up on the
bed, straddled Tom's legs, and attacked his stomach and belly
button. Tom was screaming into his gag. I've NEVER had anybody
react like that. Tom's eyes were pleading with me to stop. He
tried to signal that he had something to say. Not yet. I moved
my hands up and down his stretched sides. Tom didn't know which
way to move. His eyes were glassy and tears were running down
his cheeks. I played with his ribs for a couple of minutes.
At this time, Tom's roommate, Jeff walked in.
"What's going on?" Jeff said as he saw Tom's bound sweaty
body. Tom started pleading for help from his roomie.
` "Jeff, do me a favor and go to the laundrymat and pick up
Cody and Cory. They need a ride and they can tell you what
happened."
Jeff looked at his roomie and the said "Yeah ... okay".
Jeff left the room.
"You ready to tell me anything yet?" Tom shook his head up
and down vigurously.
"I don't think you are REALLY ready yet." I stroked his ribs
until he began laughing - about 10 seconds max - and then
attacked his pits.
"UUUUMMMMMMMM"
` "Sensitive there, are't we?" I teased as I dug into his
pits. Tom suddenly went limp. He was crying and laughing hard,
but his body realized it was beat. I stopped tickling and sat
back on his legs. I waited for Tom to settle down a little,
then
I took the gag out. "You ready to talk now"
Tom was still trying to catch his breath, "O-okay. hahaha
I-I-I did i-it, ha ha ha I-I-I didn't m-mean ha haha
an-anything
by it th-th-though. Ha haha ha ha P-p-p-please d-don't ha ha
t-t-tickle me anymore!! Hahaha ha ha ha."
I got off Tom and went back to my room. I picked up a
permanent majic marker, the kind you have to scrub and scrub to
get off your skin and walked back to Tom's room.
"Tom, you know you are going to have to be punished."
"Y-y-yes sir. Please don't turn me into the dean's office"
I didn't say anything. I took the marker and started to
write TICKLISH on the soles of his feet. Tom squirmed and
started to laugh again. "You better hold still, or I'm going to
make it worse for you!" I wrote TICKLISH on his thighs, his
stomach, on both sides of his ribs, on the undersides of his
arms. Did you know how ticklish a majic marker can be? Tom
was
laughing hard by the time I finished and Jeff came back with
Cody
and Cory. I felt that all his victims should have the
opportunity to tickle Tom. Cody and Cory agreed, but wanted to
talk to me. We went into the hall. I told Jeff to leave Tom
alone.
"We think he needs to be taught a lesson." Cody said.
"I agree. That's why I think everybody should have the
chance to tickle him."
"Well, we think it should be harder for him to pull any
more
tricks." said Cory, "and we have an idea on how to stop him."
"Okay, I'm listening."
A few minutes later we came back into the room with garbage
bags and began putting all of Tony's clothes in the bags. I
untied the rope around Tony's handcuffs, and had Tony sit up. I
unlocked the cuffs, and as he was rubbing his wrists, I grabbed
them and tied them behind his back. I untied his feet, took my
belt off his thighs and yanked his shorts down and off. As I
took his shorts off, I noticed for the first time, a wet spot on
the front of his shorts. I threw them to Cory. I then untied
Tom's hands.
"Tom, Cody and Cory are going to keep your clothes. You
will have to ask them for clothes to wear to class. In the
meantime, you have to go to everyone you pulled a prank on and
apologize to them. I'm sure that everyone will find an
appropriate way for you to apologize."
For the rest of the semester, Tom never was allowed to wear
clothes in the dorm, even for parties. Cody and Cory made sure
that the words TICKLISH were written on his body before the
parties. Tom always ended up tied to his bed and tickled by
everyone. During the week, he was at the beck and call of
everyone in the dorm. It was nice having a little slave the
rest
of the semester. And best of all, I didn't have any more
problems. I'm going to miss being an R.A.
--
Cody & Cory Foster (6'4" Bl/Bl 25 y/o 205# GAY)<<PERSONAL QUOTE>>
"It's NOT easy being young popular drop-dead-gorgeous wealthy
identical TWINS with bodies for SIN, but HEY !! Somebody's got to
do it !!" PEACE!!