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"So this is it, dude, huh," laughed Jake in his surfer-speak dialect as he surveyed the bed of my dorm room. The bed had been adorned with Posey velcro wrist and ankle restraints that I managed to sneak out of the hospital where I work. Jake was a gorgeous physical specimen of a sterotypical skater dude; he was six foot tall, tan, lean with well defined musculature, slightly shaggy brown hair, and a gorgeous mocking smile. He was wearing a black t-shirt, black shorts, and DC high-top sneakers.
"Yup, this is it. Welcome to my lair!" I replied with a grin.
"So what do I do? I just lie down on the bed and you... tickle me for half an hour?"
"That was the agreement!"
"Man, this is weird, dude," Jake laughed awkwardly, "but for 200 bucks, why not!"
"That's the spirit," I laughed. "Well, you all ready?"
Jake looked hesitant for a second. "I don't have to take off my shorts, right?"
"Nope, just your shirt," I replied, smiling.
Jake grinned and peeled off his t-shirt in a flamboyant manner, revealing the beautiful musculatur of his biceps, chest, and abs. I tried my best not to gawk like a hungry wolf. He flopped down on the bed, and I began securing his wrists and ankles with the posey cuffs. Jake watched in curiousity as I secured each one. "What are those, man?" Jake asked, looking just a tad bit nervous. "oh, these just help make sure you stay put during the tickling!" I answered wryly. I stepped back, stood at the foot of the bed, and admired my handiwork; Jakes wrists were secured above his head, exposing his tender, lightly hairy armpits, and his feet strapped to the foot of the bed, close enough together for dual access.
"Alright Jake, try to escape as if the room was on fire!"
Jake grinned smugly, and began to casually tug at the cuffs, trying to pull his arms down, and then his legs. I watched in delight as Jake's bravado gradually evaporated as the intensity of his struggles against the cuffs increased. I secretly knew that Jake had no hope in hell of escaping the poseys; in the ER, I had helped to restrain 300 pound men high on PCP with these cuffs, so I knew they would be more than tough enough to restrain this cocky skater boi. Finally, Jake gave up and just laid there, exhausted, taking deep breaths, his torso lightly sweaty and his face pink.
"Allright, It's PLAYTIME!" I gloated, and fetched some things. I put an egg timer on the nightstand, and set it for 30 minutes. Then I reached into my Toy Box, and grabbed a high-quality ostrich feather-duster. Duster in hand, I got on the bed straddling jakes thighs, and began to brush the duster along Jake's chest and tummy. "Kitchy Kitchy KOOO!" I taunted. Jake grinned widely, and with the ghost of a chuckle, he began to sway his torso under the feathers. I watched with delight as those six pack abs squirmed to and fro in a desparate attempt to avoid the ticklish caress of the soft feathers. As I began to swirl the duster all over his upper body, including his chest, underarms, biceps, and neck, he resisted full-blown laughter admirably; however, he was grinning from ear to ear, he squirmed like a fish out of water, and his breathing became quick and erratic, occasionally producing a chuckle.
"Aw, fuck man, stop! Stop! That t-tickles! Shit! How the FU-HUK do I get outta these things! Ha-ha ha"
"oh you haven't seen nothin' yet!" I gloated with an evil grin.
"Yup, this is it. Welcome to my lair!" I replied with a grin.
"So what do I do? I just lie down on the bed and you... tickle me for half an hour?"
"That was the agreement!"
"Man, this is weird, dude," Jake laughed awkwardly, "but for 200 bucks, why not!"
"That's the spirit," I laughed. "Well, you all ready?"
Jake looked hesitant for a second. "I don't have to take off my shorts, right?"
"Nope, just your shirt," I replied, smiling.
Jake grinned and peeled off his t-shirt in a flamboyant manner, revealing the beautiful musculatur of his biceps, chest, and abs. I tried my best not to gawk like a hungry wolf. He flopped down on the bed, and I began securing his wrists and ankles with the posey cuffs. Jake watched in curiousity as I secured each one. "What are those, man?" Jake asked, looking just a tad bit nervous. "oh, these just help make sure you stay put during the tickling!" I answered wryly. I stepped back, stood at the foot of the bed, and admired my handiwork; Jakes wrists were secured above his head, exposing his tender, lightly hairy armpits, and his feet strapped to the foot of the bed, close enough together for dual access.
"Alright Jake, try to escape as if the room was on fire!"
Jake grinned smugly, and began to casually tug at the cuffs, trying to pull his arms down, and then his legs. I watched in delight as Jake's bravado gradually evaporated as the intensity of his struggles against the cuffs increased. I secretly knew that Jake had no hope in hell of escaping the poseys; in the ER, I had helped to restrain 300 pound men high on PCP with these cuffs, so I knew they would be more than tough enough to restrain this cocky skater boi. Finally, Jake gave up and just laid there, exhausted, taking deep breaths, his torso lightly sweaty and his face pink.
"Allright, It's PLAYTIME!" I gloated, and fetched some things. I put an egg timer on the nightstand, and set it for 30 minutes. Then I reached into my Toy Box, and grabbed a high-quality ostrich feather-duster. Duster in hand, I got on the bed straddling jakes thighs, and began to brush the duster along Jake's chest and tummy. "Kitchy Kitchy KOOO!" I taunted. Jake grinned widely, and with the ghost of a chuckle, he began to sway his torso under the feathers. I watched with delight as those six pack abs squirmed to and fro in a desparate attempt to avoid the ticklish caress of the soft feathers. As I began to swirl the duster all over his upper body, including his chest, underarms, biceps, and neck, he resisted full-blown laughter admirably; however, he was grinning from ear to ear, he squirmed like a fish out of water, and his breathing became quick and erratic, occasionally producing a chuckle.
"Aw, fuck man, stop! Stop! That t-tickles! Shit! How the FU-HUK do I get outta these things! Ha-ha ha"
"oh you haven't seen nothin' yet!" I gloated with an evil grin.
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