SwirlingFeathers
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Everyone in this story is 18+ of age.
In college, being added to the football team was a dream come true for me. I was never born athletic, unlike most of my teammates, but I trained hard to get where I was. I was tired of being picked on for being a nerdy type of guy so I dedicated myself to learning football and training myself up. Eventually I was told that, depending on my performance the next game, I could become the captain of the team. I was very hopeful and was completely confident that I would have been promoted. Unfortunately I didn’t take into Alison and her group of friends.
Rooting for a team that wasn’t your home team wasn’t uncommon but my friend, Alison, took it to a whole new level. She had developed a serious crush on Patrick, the star of the rival team that I would be playing against on my next game. She was told that next game was coincidentally going to be a promotional game for him too. I smiled and told her, “So, may the best man get promoted.”
She didn’t take it as lightly as I did and kept begging me to tell coach that I couldn’t make it to my next game, so that Patrick’s team could get an easy victory and he could get promoted. I thought she was joking at first but I never knew how serious she was about it. After one particular instance of begging. I told her no, I was going to attend my next game and square off against Patrick.
That’s when she planted a trap for me. I received a call asking me if I wanted to hang out at Cara’s place. Cara was a close friend of mine and Alison's and I had spent the past few days practicing for the game, so I decided to go there and relax.
I knocked on the door and there was Cara, a pretty brunette wearing a beige tank top.
“How are you?” she asked.
After the usual small talk, I made my way inside her living room.
“Feel free to relax”, she said as she left the room to get refreshments for us.
I was doing just that when I heard footsteps. I looked out the room just to see about 5 girls. One was Allison, the other was Cara. The others were Ashley, Sharon and Julie. We were all familiar with each other and I was friends with most of them, but I was still suspicious with their arrival.
“I thought it was just going to be me and you, Cara.”
“Sorry for lying to you, baby. But Ali told me that you’re not going to drop the game tomorrow.”
I suddenly grew worried. I had an idea what they were planning to do next.
“So what are you all planning to do?”
“Well, we want to support her. Girls have got to stick together after all. Get him!”
The girls then walked towards me and I could see that Julie had ropes in her hands, while Ashley had tape.
“No!” I yelled. I tried to run away but they had me cornered. Normally I would feel turned on when all 5 girls grabbed at me, but I was too scared at this point. I struggled but it was pointless. I could easily fight off 2 of them, even 3, but 5 girls were too many. I soon found myself held down onto the floor, facing down. Alison, Sharon and Cara sat on me, pinning my body down while they also held my arms together. Ashley walked in front of me, peeled off a piece of tape, and placed it over my mouth, gagging me. They wrapped the ropes around my ankles and wrists separately, then together. Finally, they made things even more embarrassing by tying the ropes together, effectively hogtieing me. The girls all got up but I could tell I wasn’t going anywhere. I struggled just for a few seconds but already I could see that Julie knew how to tie knots.
“So, what do you want to do with him, Alison? Keep him here until the games over?” asked Sharon.
Alison said, “No, he might then argue he had been kidnapped. I don’t want that. What I want is for him to personally tell coach that he won’t go to the game tomorrow.”
“How do we do that? Torture him?”
“Yes, and that’s why I’ve gathered all you girls here. Not just to help me tie him up, but to help me think. I want to torture him into telling coach he can’t play the game tomorrow but I want to do so in a way that’s not obvious.”
“What do you mean?” asked Cara.
“I don’t want people to see that he’s been tortured. No bruises, marks or anything.”
“Hmm, that’s difficult.”
The girls took their time and thought it through while I just lied there, helpless to do anything.
“You know...I remember I accidently poked him in the side one time. He giggled like a girl when I did it”, Julie said.
My face turned red and I started struggling in my hogtie again. Despite my appearance, I was insanely ticklish and being tickled by 5 girls would definitely cause me to give in quickly.
“Oh look at him struggle!” Ashley cooed. “He must be very ticklish. Let’s do it!”
I felt all 10 hands reaching at some part of my body, wriggling their way in to try and force me to laugh. The next 5 minutes were the worst of my life. Two girls tickled my feet and one tickled my neck. Being tickled in just one of these areas was pure torture and here I was, having 2 different places getting tickled at once. Even worse was that I couldn’t even laugh properly due to the piece of tape covering my mouth, so I sounded like a complete moron. The only good part was that, since I was hogtied, most of my other ticklish areas remained unavailable to the girls, as they were pinned to the floor.
I was certain that the girls were going to keep going on for longer, as they were laughing amongst themselves, seemingly having the time of their lives, when Julie, who wasn’t one of the girls tickling me said, “Hey, me and Cara want to have some fun too.”
They were about to switch over when Alison said, “I think we should find some way so that all of us can tickle him at once. No girl should be left out.”
The girls murmured in agreement and Alison continued, “Cara has more ropes upstairs. We can tie him to the bed using those.”
They untied my feet and the hogtie rope, but left my hands tied behind my back. In addition to that, the girls brought out some handcuffs, and used those to chain my arms together as well.
“Come with us now. If you struggle, we’ll knock you out and carry you upstairs!” I had no choice but to obey. I couldn’t see any way to escape my current predicament.
Two girls held my arms like they were escorting a prisoner and we all walked upstairs. Once reaching the bedroom, four girls starting tying ropes around the bedposts in preparation while the other two tied my bound wrists to a nearby desk leg and stood guard over me.
When they were done, Alison said, “Already, let’s untie him.”
Ashley then told me, “Even though you’re going to be untied, all 5 of us are going to be standing right next to you. If you try to run, you’ll fail, and we’re going to double your tickle torture.”
Even though her words scared me, looking at the bed with the ropes and remembering my torture just 5 minutes ago scared me even more. I had to try and make a run for it. As soon as I was untied, I knocked the girls closest to me aside and made a run for the door. Unfortunately, they predicted it and Alison stuck her foot out, sending me sprawling onto the floor. Before I knew it, a few girls jumped onto my back, pinning me down.
“Wow, that’s very rude of you to try and leave us like that!”
“I agree”, said Alison. “I think we should give him extra punishment just for that.”
Julie added, “I agree but I think it should be something other than tickling. So that he can be tortured in two separate ways. It will be a lot more memorable for us and him.”
Sharon asked, “Did you have something in mind?”
Julie’s answer to this was to walk over to me and suddenly spank me. I yelped out like a dog and the girls laughed.
“Come on, this is fun!” Julie said with euphoria in her voice.
The girls all took turns giving me about 10 spanks each. Every single one hurt like hell and the pain increase exponentially. By the time they were done, they all had tears of laughter in their eyes while I had tears of pain.
“Are you going to try and make a run for it again?” asked Sharon mockingly.
I shook my head no and the girls dragged me up.
“Before we begin, take off your shirt and pants. I want you to be the most sensitive you could possibly be”, demanded Alison.
I meekly obeyed, slightly embarrassed about stripping in front of 5 hot girls. I then laid down on the bed, spread-eagled. The girls wasted no time tying me there, and in just one minute, I was completely helpless, unable to stretch my limbs even a centimeter.
“Any last words?” Sharon taunted, knowing full well I couldn’t respond since I was still gagged.
“Well, we have a few words for you”, Sharon continued.
“Cootchie cootchie coo!” the girls said in unison as they began their assault.
I couldn’t even begin to describe the cruelty that these girls had and how agonizing the tickle torture was. All 5 girls were torturing me at once. Sharon used her long nails to dig and scratch at my feet, sending shivers down my spine with each stroke. She examined my toes, including the area between them, and my arches, which, to her delight, were my most ticklish area. Julie got to tickle my neck, which was an extremely ticklish area of my body compared with other people. Just one light touch their made me laugh and shriek like a little girl. Alison tickled my armpits, which were completely exposed thanks to the expert level knots the girls had tied. Due to this being her plan, she was the cruelest of all, not even giving me a slight break compared to the other girls. She greedily scratched into my sensitive underarms without mercy, taunting me often about my ticklishness. Ashley was tickling my thighs, which I normally would have found hot, but my mind was too busy focusing on a way to lesson my ticklishness, just one bit. I still found it hard to believe how someone as athletic and manly I was could be so ticklish. Ashley rapidly pumped her fingers into my thighs and around my legs, enjoying her handiwork. “What’s so funny? I’m so close to touching your manhood, yet all you can do is laugh?” she jokingly asked.
“Guess I will need to teach you not to be so rude”, she said as she increased the intensity so much that I wished I would pass out.
Last but not least, my sides and ribs were getting tickled by Cara, the girl who tricked me into this compromising position in the first place.
“Are you ticklish here? Here? Or maybe here?” she said each time she poked my ribs or squeezed my sides. Even though she was just making fun of me, I couldn’t help but shake my head ‘no’ every time she said it. I had to find some way to defy these girls, after all. When she was finished, my entire lower body was red from all the tickling I had received from her. Even my tummy was red, as she skittered her nails there after she was bored with my ribs.
This went on for a long time, even though it could have only been a few minutes. Time takes forever to pass by when you’re being tickled so much. When they were done, Alison removed my gag and asked, “How did you like that?”
I refused to respond and she gave my armpit a quick tickling, causing me to laugh loudly, since the gag was removed.
“She asked you a question”, said Cara.
“P..please, I...II’m s.sssorry” I was too embarrassed at this point to even talk properly.
“Will you call coach and tell him you can’t go to the game tomorrow?”
“Yes, I will”. I was 100% honest at that point. The girls completely made me their bitch at that point and I would have done anything for them to escape this house and get away from them.
Alison took a nearby phone and dialed a number. Then she held the phone next to my ear for me, which made me feel like a little helpless baby.
“Hello?” It was my coach’s voice.
At this point, I told him I couldn’t come to the game tomorrow. I made up some excuse about a family emergency. He told me this would put a large dent in my chances for getting promoted to team captain but I had no choice.
After I hung up, I asked, “Okay, it’s done. Please let me go.”
Cara, Ashley, Julie and Sharon were about to untie me when Alison said, “Wait.”
My heart sank as I heard her next words.
“We don’t know if he’s lying or not. He could still go to the game tomorrow and tell coach his 'family emergency' had been resolved and that he can still play.”
The girls looked at each other in agreement. “So, what do you want to do with him?”
I already knew the answer but when Alison said it, it still filled me with despair.
“We’ll keep him here until the game ends tomorrow. I’ll hold on to his phone and if anyone texts to ask where he is, I’ll just pretend to be him and tell them I’m staying at Cara’s.”
Over that day and the next, I was repeatedly tickled by the girls, although they did it separately, which was a small mercy. Each one of them tickled me everywhere, although they all ended up preferring the spots where they each first respectively tickled me. They gave me food in bed but didn’t let me use the washroom. Not that I needed to. My bladder would uncontrollably empty itself when one of the girls was tickling me, causing them to engage in a large amount of giggling, followed by taunting, from them. I struggled a lot in those ropes as well, since I wanted to still try and make it to the game, but it was no use. They hadn’t loosened one bit from the point I was tied all the way to when the girls finally released me.
There was one good ending to all this. Coach must have been in a good mood because after a few more months of me performing well on the team, he gave me the promotion to captain. I was incredibly happy at that point. I guess both Alison and I both got what we wanted in the end, although I will never forgot the cruel tickle torture I received at her and the other girls’ hands just so she could get her crush a promotion to team captain.
In college, being added to the football team was a dream come true for me. I was never born athletic, unlike most of my teammates, but I trained hard to get where I was. I was tired of being picked on for being a nerdy type of guy so I dedicated myself to learning football and training myself up. Eventually I was told that, depending on my performance the next game, I could become the captain of the team. I was very hopeful and was completely confident that I would have been promoted. Unfortunately I didn’t take into Alison and her group of friends.
Rooting for a team that wasn’t your home team wasn’t uncommon but my friend, Alison, took it to a whole new level. She had developed a serious crush on Patrick, the star of the rival team that I would be playing against on my next game. She was told that next game was coincidentally going to be a promotional game for him too. I smiled and told her, “So, may the best man get promoted.”
She didn’t take it as lightly as I did and kept begging me to tell coach that I couldn’t make it to my next game, so that Patrick’s team could get an easy victory and he could get promoted. I thought she was joking at first but I never knew how serious she was about it. After one particular instance of begging. I told her no, I was going to attend my next game and square off against Patrick.
That’s when she planted a trap for me. I received a call asking me if I wanted to hang out at Cara’s place. Cara was a close friend of mine and Alison's and I had spent the past few days practicing for the game, so I decided to go there and relax.
I knocked on the door and there was Cara, a pretty brunette wearing a beige tank top.
“How are you?” she asked.
After the usual small talk, I made my way inside her living room.
“Feel free to relax”, she said as she left the room to get refreshments for us.
I was doing just that when I heard footsteps. I looked out the room just to see about 5 girls. One was Allison, the other was Cara. The others were Ashley, Sharon and Julie. We were all familiar with each other and I was friends with most of them, but I was still suspicious with their arrival.
“I thought it was just going to be me and you, Cara.”
“Sorry for lying to you, baby. But Ali told me that you’re not going to drop the game tomorrow.”
I suddenly grew worried. I had an idea what they were planning to do next.
“So what are you all planning to do?”
“Well, we want to support her. Girls have got to stick together after all. Get him!”
The girls then walked towards me and I could see that Julie had ropes in her hands, while Ashley had tape.
“No!” I yelled. I tried to run away but they had me cornered. Normally I would feel turned on when all 5 girls grabbed at me, but I was too scared at this point. I struggled but it was pointless. I could easily fight off 2 of them, even 3, but 5 girls were too many. I soon found myself held down onto the floor, facing down. Alison, Sharon and Cara sat on me, pinning my body down while they also held my arms together. Ashley walked in front of me, peeled off a piece of tape, and placed it over my mouth, gagging me. They wrapped the ropes around my ankles and wrists separately, then together. Finally, they made things even more embarrassing by tying the ropes together, effectively hogtieing me. The girls all got up but I could tell I wasn’t going anywhere. I struggled just for a few seconds but already I could see that Julie knew how to tie knots.
“So, what do you want to do with him, Alison? Keep him here until the games over?” asked Sharon.
Alison said, “No, he might then argue he had been kidnapped. I don’t want that. What I want is for him to personally tell coach that he won’t go to the game tomorrow.”
“How do we do that? Torture him?”
“Yes, and that’s why I’ve gathered all you girls here. Not just to help me tie him up, but to help me think. I want to torture him into telling coach he can’t play the game tomorrow but I want to do so in a way that’s not obvious.”
“What do you mean?” asked Cara.
“I don’t want people to see that he’s been tortured. No bruises, marks or anything.”
“Hmm, that’s difficult.”
The girls took their time and thought it through while I just lied there, helpless to do anything.
“You know...I remember I accidently poked him in the side one time. He giggled like a girl when I did it”, Julie said.
My face turned red and I started struggling in my hogtie again. Despite my appearance, I was insanely ticklish and being tickled by 5 girls would definitely cause me to give in quickly.
“Oh look at him struggle!” Ashley cooed. “He must be very ticklish. Let’s do it!”
I felt all 10 hands reaching at some part of my body, wriggling their way in to try and force me to laugh. The next 5 minutes were the worst of my life. Two girls tickled my feet and one tickled my neck. Being tickled in just one of these areas was pure torture and here I was, having 2 different places getting tickled at once. Even worse was that I couldn’t even laugh properly due to the piece of tape covering my mouth, so I sounded like a complete moron. The only good part was that, since I was hogtied, most of my other ticklish areas remained unavailable to the girls, as they were pinned to the floor.
I was certain that the girls were going to keep going on for longer, as they were laughing amongst themselves, seemingly having the time of their lives, when Julie, who wasn’t one of the girls tickling me said, “Hey, me and Cara want to have some fun too.”
They were about to switch over when Alison said, “I think we should find some way so that all of us can tickle him at once. No girl should be left out.”
The girls murmured in agreement and Alison continued, “Cara has more ropes upstairs. We can tie him to the bed using those.”
They untied my feet and the hogtie rope, but left my hands tied behind my back. In addition to that, the girls brought out some handcuffs, and used those to chain my arms together as well.
“Come with us now. If you struggle, we’ll knock you out and carry you upstairs!” I had no choice but to obey. I couldn’t see any way to escape my current predicament.
Two girls held my arms like they were escorting a prisoner and we all walked upstairs. Once reaching the bedroom, four girls starting tying ropes around the bedposts in preparation while the other two tied my bound wrists to a nearby desk leg and stood guard over me.
When they were done, Alison said, “Already, let’s untie him.”
Ashley then told me, “Even though you’re going to be untied, all 5 of us are going to be standing right next to you. If you try to run, you’ll fail, and we’re going to double your tickle torture.”
Even though her words scared me, looking at the bed with the ropes and remembering my torture just 5 minutes ago scared me even more. I had to try and make a run for it. As soon as I was untied, I knocked the girls closest to me aside and made a run for the door. Unfortunately, they predicted it and Alison stuck her foot out, sending me sprawling onto the floor. Before I knew it, a few girls jumped onto my back, pinning me down.
“Wow, that’s very rude of you to try and leave us like that!”
“I agree”, said Alison. “I think we should give him extra punishment just for that.”
Julie added, “I agree but I think it should be something other than tickling. So that he can be tortured in two separate ways. It will be a lot more memorable for us and him.”
Sharon asked, “Did you have something in mind?”
Julie’s answer to this was to walk over to me and suddenly spank me. I yelped out like a dog and the girls laughed.
“Come on, this is fun!” Julie said with euphoria in her voice.
The girls all took turns giving me about 10 spanks each. Every single one hurt like hell and the pain increase exponentially. By the time they were done, they all had tears of laughter in their eyes while I had tears of pain.
“Are you going to try and make a run for it again?” asked Sharon mockingly.
I shook my head no and the girls dragged me up.
“Before we begin, take off your shirt and pants. I want you to be the most sensitive you could possibly be”, demanded Alison.
I meekly obeyed, slightly embarrassed about stripping in front of 5 hot girls. I then laid down on the bed, spread-eagled. The girls wasted no time tying me there, and in just one minute, I was completely helpless, unable to stretch my limbs even a centimeter.
“Any last words?” Sharon taunted, knowing full well I couldn’t respond since I was still gagged.
“Well, we have a few words for you”, Sharon continued.
“Cootchie cootchie coo!” the girls said in unison as they began their assault.
I couldn’t even begin to describe the cruelty that these girls had and how agonizing the tickle torture was. All 5 girls were torturing me at once. Sharon used her long nails to dig and scratch at my feet, sending shivers down my spine with each stroke. She examined my toes, including the area between them, and my arches, which, to her delight, were my most ticklish area. Julie got to tickle my neck, which was an extremely ticklish area of my body compared with other people. Just one light touch their made me laugh and shriek like a little girl. Alison tickled my armpits, which were completely exposed thanks to the expert level knots the girls had tied. Due to this being her plan, she was the cruelest of all, not even giving me a slight break compared to the other girls. She greedily scratched into my sensitive underarms without mercy, taunting me often about my ticklishness. Ashley was tickling my thighs, which I normally would have found hot, but my mind was too busy focusing on a way to lesson my ticklishness, just one bit. I still found it hard to believe how someone as athletic and manly I was could be so ticklish. Ashley rapidly pumped her fingers into my thighs and around my legs, enjoying her handiwork. “What’s so funny? I’m so close to touching your manhood, yet all you can do is laugh?” she jokingly asked.
“Guess I will need to teach you not to be so rude”, she said as she increased the intensity so much that I wished I would pass out.
Last but not least, my sides and ribs were getting tickled by Cara, the girl who tricked me into this compromising position in the first place.
“Are you ticklish here? Here? Or maybe here?” she said each time she poked my ribs or squeezed my sides. Even though she was just making fun of me, I couldn’t help but shake my head ‘no’ every time she said it. I had to find some way to defy these girls, after all. When she was finished, my entire lower body was red from all the tickling I had received from her. Even my tummy was red, as she skittered her nails there after she was bored with my ribs.
This went on for a long time, even though it could have only been a few minutes. Time takes forever to pass by when you’re being tickled so much. When they were done, Alison removed my gag and asked, “How did you like that?”
I refused to respond and she gave my armpit a quick tickling, causing me to laugh loudly, since the gag was removed.
“She asked you a question”, said Cara.
“P..please, I...II’m s.sssorry” I was too embarrassed at this point to even talk properly.
“Will you call coach and tell him you can’t go to the game tomorrow?”
“Yes, I will”. I was 100% honest at that point. The girls completely made me their bitch at that point and I would have done anything for them to escape this house and get away from them.
Alison took a nearby phone and dialed a number. Then she held the phone next to my ear for me, which made me feel like a little helpless baby.
“Hello?” It was my coach’s voice.
At this point, I told him I couldn’t come to the game tomorrow. I made up some excuse about a family emergency. He told me this would put a large dent in my chances for getting promoted to team captain but I had no choice.
After I hung up, I asked, “Okay, it’s done. Please let me go.”
Cara, Ashley, Julie and Sharon were about to untie me when Alison said, “Wait.”
My heart sank as I heard her next words.
“We don’t know if he’s lying or not. He could still go to the game tomorrow and tell coach his 'family emergency' had been resolved and that he can still play.”
The girls looked at each other in agreement. “So, what do you want to do with him?”
I already knew the answer but when Alison said it, it still filled me with despair.
“We’ll keep him here until the game ends tomorrow. I’ll hold on to his phone and if anyone texts to ask where he is, I’ll just pretend to be him and tell them I’m staying at Cara’s.”
Over that day and the next, I was repeatedly tickled by the girls, although they did it separately, which was a small mercy. Each one of them tickled me everywhere, although they all ended up preferring the spots where they each first respectively tickled me. They gave me food in bed but didn’t let me use the washroom. Not that I needed to. My bladder would uncontrollably empty itself when one of the girls was tickling me, causing them to engage in a large amount of giggling, followed by taunting, from them. I struggled a lot in those ropes as well, since I wanted to still try and make it to the game, but it was no use. They hadn’t loosened one bit from the point I was tied all the way to when the girls finally released me.
There was one good ending to all this. Coach must have been in a good mood because after a few more months of me performing well on the team, he gave me the promotion to captain. I was incredibly happy at that point. I guess both Alison and I both got what we wanted in the end, although I will never forgot the cruel tickle torture I received at her and the other girls’ hands just so she could get her crush a promotion to team captain.
