Scott woke up and checked his phone, it was 1am and his girlfriend had not returned home from her night out.
‘Where on earth is she’ he thought. Concerned he tried to ring her but it went straight through to her answer machine.
He logged on to his ‘find my friends’ app. Her last location check in was 4 hours ago at a club the other side of town. He tried to ring her again but nothing.
This was most unlike Amy, she was not a big drinker and was always the one who wanted to come home early to get a good night’s sleep.
He googled the venue address, ‘The Laughter Club’ website popped up. Clicking on it he saw a retro website, not offering too much information. It looked like a shady 90’s private club. He tried to research the club with very little success, no reviews of the place and only a few check ins logged.
She had gone out with her friend from University, Jess. Scott never really liked Jess, in the few years he had known Amy, he always suspected that Jess had a thing for her. She was always flirting with his girlfriend, playfully tickling her sides whenever she could. Amy on the other hand saw it nothing more than friendly banter.
Reluctantly his worry had gotten the best of him and tried to contact Jess, no answer. Her phone went straight to voicemail as well. He stared at his phone, hoping that one of them would get in contact soon but the minutes ticked by, neither his girlfriend or Jess appearing as active on any social media.
He couldn’t take it anymore, he knew something was wrong and no doubt Jess was behind it. Climbing out of bed he slipped last night’s t-shirt on over his tanned and toned stomach, he picked his shorts up from the floor before sliding them over his bare man hood and bum. He grabbed his car keys off the side table before heading to the front door, slipping his soft size 10 feet into his sliders and picking up his grey hoodie from the coat hook. He hurried to his car before setting the navigation up for the club, growing more and more concerned about the whereabouts of his girlfriend.
Following his sat nav, he drove down a quiet road, barely a building in sight. As he approached the bottom of the road, he could see the faint glow of red lights in between the trees. He pulled up outside a dimly lit building, red flashing lights displaying ‘The Laughter Club’ lit up the small car park. Looking around he noticed an array of expensive cars, scattered across the car park. He left his old car at the back of the carpark and walked past the other cars, admiring them.
‘This place must be super exclusive’ he thought as he approached the buildings large metal doors. Checking his surroundings, he could hear the faint music being played inside. He pushed it but it was locked. He tried knocking but there appeared to be no answer, looking to his right, he noticed a buzzer, pressing the ‘call’ button.
‘BRRIINNGGGGGG’ the buzzer rang.
“Password?” a male voice asked through the speaker.
“Hi, I’m looking for my girlfriend” Scott said nervously.
“Sorry, this is a private club” the voice said before the line went dead.
Annoyed, Scott pressed the buzzer again. ‘BRRIINNGGGGGG’.
“Can I help you?” the voice said in a stern, abrupt tone.
“My girlfriend has not come home, she came here a few hours ago and I cannot get in touch with her” Scott said.
“Look, we are busy, she might be inside” the voice said.
“Her name is Amy, blonde hair, 5ft 2, glasses, wearing a pink, flowery dress” he said.
“Hold on” the voice said with a sigh.
Minutes passed before, ‘BUZZZZZZZZZZ’ the door buzzed and Scott pushed it open to reveal a dimly lit corridor, red velvet curtains everywhere and photos of the cities rich and famous, scattered across the walls.
He slowly walked down the corridor to a desk at the end. A tall, muscular man stood up from the desk, staring Scott up and down. “You can’t come in here dressed like that” the man said with his eye brows raised, judging Scott’s appearance.
“Umm, I’m looking for my girlfriend” Scott asked nervously.
“Ah, the cute blonde” the man responded. Scott nodded and rolled his eyes. “I’m afraid that she’s a little tied up at the moment” the man responded.
“Well, can you let her know that I am here? My name is Scott” he responded, growing annoyed at his girlfriend.
“No” the man rudely said. “Now please, go and wait outside, this club is private”
Scott took a moment and checked his phone, he had no service. ‘No wonder it went to answer machine’ he thought as he stared around the seedy looking room.
Scott could her laughter coming from down a corridor behind the reception desk, it sounded like Amy and Jess having a great time. He looked up at the man behind the desk.
“That’s your girl, now please, wait outside” the man said pointing at the way Scott came in.
Scott began to turn and slowly walk out, until he began to realise that the laughter was starting to sound a bit forced, he nervously checked his phone again before hearing the howling laughter get stronger. He couldn’t take it anymore, something wasn’t right. He turned back and marched towards the reception desk.
“Where do you think you are going?” the muscular man asked.
“I want to know what going on, and where my girlfriend is?” he demanded.
“I’ve told you” the man sternly replied. “She’s a bit tied up at the moment”.
“What do you mean ‘tied up’?” Scott asked, panic starting to set in.
The man just rolled his eyes, stood up and blocked Scott’s entry down the corridor, towering over him. Scott turned back and began to slowly walk again before turning quickly, trying to make a break for it past the security guard, only to be tackled to the floor, losing both of his sliders in the process.
“LET ME UP” Scott demanded.
“I told you that this was a private club” the security guard said, pinning Scott to the floor. “If you don’t leave this instant, I WILL use force”.
Scott tried to break free but he was struggling to shake to guard off him. His ears tuned into the uncontrollable laughter again, in a panic, he tried to reason with the guard. “Look, I’m sorry, can you just take me to Amy, she sounds like she needs to come home”.
“No” the guard quickly responded. “As I said earlier, its members only. Unless you wanted to participate in tonight’s activities?”
“What do you mean, participate?” Scott asked, concerned.
“It’s either yes or no?” The guard asked.
“Fine, fine, yes” Scott said in frustration.
The guard helped Scott to his feet.
“Dana, I’ve got another one for you” he radioed through on his walkie talkie.
Scott tried to bend down to retrieve his flip flops.
“You won’t be needing them” a stern female voice said from behind Scott.
Scott turned around to see a woman, in her 50’s, dressed in black leather with black hair tied up in a bun walking towards him, the sound of her stilettos echoing off the hard floor.
Scott was even more confused than ever. ‘What is this place? Why don’t I need my flip flops?’ he thought.
“Follow me” the woman instructed, leading Scott down the corridor. The laughter getting louder as he got closer. The woman opened a door on their right and ushered Scott inside into a dark room.
“Hands out front and against the wall please” the woman instructed.
Without thinking, Scott obeyed, thinking this was going to be a pat down. He heard some clinking of metal and felt something cold on his wrists before he heard a click. Then the panic set in, he realised that he had just been handcuffed, he tried to pull his arms and walk backwards quickly, only getting a few feet before realising his arms were attached to something.
“Hey, what’s going on? Let me go!” He demanded.
The woman ignored him and walked out of the room, leaving Scott alone in the dark. He couldn’t hear the laughter anymore, the room was silent. He struggled to break out of the handcuffs and started to panic, viciously pulling on them. He lifted his arms up and felt a cold metal chain that the handcuffs were attached to.
“HELLLPPPPP” he called out, in a panic. The door swung open again, four men walked in, all wearing tuxedo’s. They grabbed hold of Scott and wrestled his shorts off him, laughing as they saw his naked manhood. “WHAT ARE YOUR FUCKING DOING?” Scott angrily shouted as one of the men grabbed ahold of Scott’s t-shirt, ripping it off his back. They picked up his discarded clothes and left the room, leaving him in the dark, silence.
After a few minutes of Scott struggling to break free he heard a woman’s voice blasting through the speakers in the room.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. HERE AT THE LAUGHTER CLUB, WE ARE FULL OF SUPRISES. PLEASE AVERT YOUR EYES TO DOOR 3”.
Scott could hear clicking noises as a beam of light appeared under the wall in front of him. It was not a wall but a metal, roller door. As the door cranked slowly upwards, each click pulled the chain that he was attached to up towards the ceiling. Scott heard the applause and gasps from a crowd as the lights blinded him, his eyes slowly adjusted as he could see a room full of people appear in front of him as the roller door cranked upwards. He stared, embarrassed as his arms were pulled tightly above him, lifting him up onto his tip toes.
He went red with embarrassment as he saw table after table of people in suits and dresses. The crowd in front of him started to wail and cat call as they fixated their eyes upon him. The woman from the lobby stepped through the door towards Scott, speaking into her microphone.
“WE WILL START THE BIDDING SOON, BUT FIRST, WHO WANTS A PREVIEW?”
The room erupted in applause as the woman got closer to Scott, frozen in fear.
She pinched his cheek, “WE HAVE A MALE, MID-TWENTIES” she started before looking at Scott’s bare torso. “VERY TONED STOMACH” she said, admiring Scott’s six pack. She stroked her nails slowly down his sides, Scott jerked as her nails tickled him. “HE’S A TICKLISH ONE!” She exclaimed as the crowd in the room erupted into more cheers. She crouched down towards his feet, running her nails down his legs, her fingers stroked along the tops of his foot as he started to twitch before running under and along the exposed soles of Scott’s feet. He jolted and danced his feet away from her nails on his tip toes. “AND BY THE LOOKS OF THINGS, VERY TICKLISH BIG FEET, SIZE 10 I WOULD SAY”. Applause and cheering engulfed the room as the woman stood in front of Scott.
“LETS START THE BIDDING AT £5000”
Scott, frozen in fear stared out at the room, watching the paddles being raised up in a bidding war. ‘£10,000 £12,000 £15,000’. The bidding went up and up.
“IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE GOT? HOW ABOUT I GIVE YOU SOME PERSUASION” the woman said as she danced her nails up and down Scott’s exposed sides, causing him to wriggle and jerk around. The cheering got out of control as the bidding went up and up.
“GOING, GOING, GONEEEEE” the woman shouted. “SOLD TO BIDDER 21 FOR £27,000”.
Scott watched in horror as two women stood up, dressed in suits, hugged each other and started to walk towards the door.
“NOW LADIES, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR MAN?” the woman called out again as spot lights flashed around the room.
“THE CHAIR?” The lights panned to a dentist looking chair on the stage, covered in leather cuffs.
“THE TABLE?” The lights unveiled a padded table with straps at each end.
“THE X-FRAME?” A big black padded X with multiple straps for the arms and legs.
“OR THE HORSE?” Lights lit up a thin, black, triangular padded box with a pair of cuffs daggling from above, shelves either side of the box with multiple leather straps on.
The woman discussed it for a few seconds before leaning into the microphone. “WE WILL TAKE THE HORSE PLEASE MISTRESS T”. The crowd erupted again into cheers before the shutter down cranked down, lowering Scott’s arms. The room returned to silence as the door sealed shut.
Realisation hit Scott who was now panicking and tugging at his handcuffs. The door opened from behind him and the woman, Mistress T walked into the room accompanied by 4 muscular guards.
“I’m so glad you could come tonight” she said with a smile.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” Scott shouted in panic and anger.
“You asked to be a part of the performance, didn’t you?” she said with a smile.
“I’m just here to find my girlfriend, not be a part of your sick fucking games” he angrily replied.
“It’s too late for that, you’ve been sold” she laughed as the guards approached him. “Who is you girlfriend?” She enquired before the guard from the front desk whispered into her ear.
“Oh, your Amy’s boyfriend” she said with glee.
“YES, NOW WHERE IS SHE?” he snapped back.
“She’s a bit tied up” she laughed back.
“WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING THAT?” Scott snapped back.
“You will find out soon enough” she laughed as she left the room.
The four guards grabbed Scott and uncuffed him. He struggled as much as he could but they pinned his arms behind his back and forced him out of the room. As he was pushed quickly down the corridor, the laughter started to get louder and louder again, ‘it was definitely Amy’s wailing’ he thought to himself as he tried to break free again before behind slammed to the floor. Wriggling and trying to fight, he was lifted up by the guards and carried towards the laughter.
Scott was taken into a room, thrown on the floor and wrists cuffed again in front of him. He heard the cranking noise again as he was lifted up to his feet by the chain attached to his wrists. He continued to wriggle and protest but the guards lifted his legs up in the air as another slid the padded triangular box under him. The placed his naked bum down, with his legs either side of the cold, leather, his knees hit the shelf either side of the box. Scott, frantically tried to get his feet onto the shelf, he was forced back down to his knees, before guards pinned his shins against the shelf, his feet dangling over the edge at the back of the shelf. Straps we placed around his ankles and calves and the buckles fixed into position. He wriggled around again, trying to get up but his legs wear firmly held in place. The cranking started again, lifting his wrists up as high as they would go, stretching out his midriff.
The guards checked the restraints before exiting the room.
Scott scanned the dimly lit room, it was bare apart from a metal trolley with a cloth over it and a large red curtain in front of him. He could hear Amy’s laughter over and over again and the noise from the crowd on the other side of the curtain. He endured listening to the laughter of his girlfriend for another 10 minutes as he wriggled and struggled against his restrains to no success. A bell rang before Mistress T spoke on the microphone again.
“THANK YOU MR AND MRS H, I REALLY HOPE YOU HAD AN ENJOYABLE TIME, WE ALL HAD A WONDERFUL TIME WATCHING. BY THE LOOKS OF IT, THE GIRLS DID TOO”. The room filled with laughter and clapping.
“NOW, BEFORE WE FOCUS OUR ATTENTION ON OUR NEW GUEST, WHO, IS READY AND WAITING BEHIND THE CURTAIN, I’M GOING TO START THE FINAL AUCTION OF THE NIGHT. ALL THREE PARTICIPANTS WILL BE TIED IN WHATEVER WAY YOU WANT AND YOU WILL GET TO USE WHATEVER TOOLS YOU WANT ON THEM UNTIL YOU DECIDE TO STOP. THIS IS A PRIVATE SESSION, SO ANYTHING GOES”.
A gasp went up amongst the audience before muttering could be heard.
“LETS HAVE A RECAP OF OUR PARTICIPANTS. NOW OBVIOUSLY, ONE IS YET TO BE TESTED BUT WE HAVE JESS, OUR FIESTY 5 FOOT 4 GIRL, SLENDER SIZE 7 FEET WITH A PERSONALITY AS LOUD AS HER LAUGHTER, SENSITIVE SPOTS INCLUDE HER SIDES, ARMPITS, BELLY AND FEET. NEXT WE HAVE AMY”.
Scott’s eyes went wide as he heard his girlfriend’s name.
“AMY IS 5 FOOT 2, BLONDE HAIR WITH TINY SIZE 3 FEET. SHE IS SENSITIVE ALL OVER, ESPECIALLY IN BETWEEN THOSE TOOTSIE’S, AS WE HAVE JUST FOUND OUT”.
The crowd erupted in cheer again as Scott thrashed around trying to break free. “LET ME OUTTTTTT” he shouted in rage. Mistress T poked her head behind the curtain and blew Scott a seductive kiss.
“LOOKS LIKE OUR MALE PARTICIPANT IS READY TO BE TICKLED”
Scott went white, he was extremely sensitive and hated it when Amy used to tickle him. He thrashed around against his restraints as much as he could as he listened to the bidding war.
“GOING, GOING, GONE. SOLD TO BIDDER 4 AND HER FRIENDS FOR £42,000”. A round of applause rang out from behind the curtain as Scott heard the sound of high heels behind him. He turned his head to see two business looking women, both in their late 40’s stood with their arms crossed, eyes locked on Scott’s naked body, they were the one who bid for Scott earlier.
The curtain started to go up and the bright lights filled Scott’s room, shining off his sweating, naked body. He frantically turned his head from side to side, watching the two women approach from either side of him, wriggling their fingers menacingly at him, before everything went dark, a blindfold had been placed over Scott’s eyes.
“NOW, WHO IS READY FOR SOME MORE TICKLE TORTURE” Mistress T called out, met by applause and cheering.
He shut his eyes tight and took a deep breath.
‘Where on earth is she’ he thought. Concerned he tried to ring her but it went straight through to her answer machine.
He logged on to his ‘find my friends’ app. Her last location check in was 4 hours ago at a club the other side of town. He tried to ring her again but nothing.
This was most unlike Amy, she was not a big drinker and was always the one who wanted to come home early to get a good night’s sleep.
He googled the venue address, ‘The Laughter Club’ website popped up. Clicking on it he saw a retro website, not offering too much information. It looked like a shady 90’s private club. He tried to research the club with very little success, no reviews of the place and only a few check ins logged.
She had gone out with her friend from University, Jess. Scott never really liked Jess, in the few years he had known Amy, he always suspected that Jess had a thing for her. She was always flirting with his girlfriend, playfully tickling her sides whenever she could. Amy on the other hand saw it nothing more than friendly banter.
Reluctantly his worry had gotten the best of him and tried to contact Jess, no answer. Her phone went straight to voicemail as well. He stared at his phone, hoping that one of them would get in contact soon but the minutes ticked by, neither his girlfriend or Jess appearing as active on any social media.
He couldn’t take it anymore, he knew something was wrong and no doubt Jess was behind it. Climbing out of bed he slipped last night’s t-shirt on over his tanned and toned stomach, he picked his shorts up from the floor before sliding them over his bare man hood and bum. He grabbed his car keys off the side table before heading to the front door, slipping his soft size 10 feet into his sliders and picking up his grey hoodie from the coat hook. He hurried to his car before setting the navigation up for the club, growing more and more concerned about the whereabouts of his girlfriend.
Following his sat nav, he drove down a quiet road, barely a building in sight. As he approached the bottom of the road, he could see the faint glow of red lights in between the trees. He pulled up outside a dimly lit building, red flashing lights displaying ‘The Laughter Club’ lit up the small car park. Looking around he noticed an array of expensive cars, scattered across the car park. He left his old car at the back of the carpark and walked past the other cars, admiring them.
‘This place must be super exclusive’ he thought as he approached the buildings large metal doors. Checking his surroundings, he could hear the faint music being played inside. He pushed it but it was locked. He tried knocking but there appeared to be no answer, looking to his right, he noticed a buzzer, pressing the ‘call’ button.
‘BRRIINNGGGGGG’ the buzzer rang.
“Password?” a male voice asked through the speaker.
“Hi, I’m looking for my girlfriend” Scott said nervously.
“Sorry, this is a private club” the voice said before the line went dead.
Annoyed, Scott pressed the buzzer again. ‘BRRIINNGGGGGG’.
“Can I help you?” the voice said in a stern, abrupt tone.
“My girlfriend has not come home, she came here a few hours ago and I cannot get in touch with her” Scott said.
“Look, we are busy, she might be inside” the voice said.
“Her name is Amy, blonde hair, 5ft 2, glasses, wearing a pink, flowery dress” he said.
“Hold on” the voice said with a sigh.
Minutes passed before, ‘BUZZZZZZZZZZ’ the door buzzed and Scott pushed it open to reveal a dimly lit corridor, red velvet curtains everywhere and photos of the cities rich and famous, scattered across the walls.
He slowly walked down the corridor to a desk at the end. A tall, muscular man stood up from the desk, staring Scott up and down. “You can’t come in here dressed like that” the man said with his eye brows raised, judging Scott’s appearance.
“Umm, I’m looking for my girlfriend” Scott asked nervously.
“Ah, the cute blonde” the man responded. Scott nodded and rolled his eyes. “I’m afraid that she’s a little tied up at the moment” the man responded.
“Well, can you let her know that I am here? My name is Scott” he responded, growing annoyed at his girlfriend.
“No” the man rudely said. “Now please, go and wait outside, this club is private”
Scott took a moment and checked his phone, he had no service. ‘No wonder it went to answer machine’ he thought as he stared around the seedy looking room.
Scott could her laughter coming from down a corridor behind the reception desk, it sounded like Amy and Jess having a great time. He looked up at the man behind the desk.
“That’s your girl, now please, wait outside” the man said pointing at the way Scott came in.
Scott began to turn and slowly walk out, until he began to realise that the laughter was starting to sound a bit forced, he nervously checked his phone again before hearing the howling laughter get stronger. He couldn’t take it anymore, something wasn’t right. He turned back and marched towards the reception desk.
“Where do you think you are going?” the muscular man asked.
“I want to know what going on, and where my girlfriend is?” he demanded.
“I’ve told you” the man sternly replied. “She’s a bit tied up at the moment”.
“What do you mean ‘tied up’?” Scott asked, panic starting to set in.
The man just rolled his eyes, stood up and blocked Scott’s entry down the corridor, towering over him. Scott turned back and began to slowly walk again before turning quickly, trying to make a break for it past the security guard, only to be tackled to the floor, losing both of his sliders in the process.
“LET ME UP” Scott demanded.
“I told you that this was a private club” the security guard said, pinning Scott to the floor. “If you don’t leave this instant, I WILL use force”.
Scott tried to break free but he was struggling to shake to guard off him. His ears tuned into the uncontrollable laughter again, in a panic, he tried to reason with the guard. “Look, I’m sorry, can you just take me to Amy, she sounds like she needs to come home”.
“No” the guard quickly responded. “As I said earlier, its members only. Unless you wanted to participate in tonight’s activities?”
“What do you mean, participate?” Scott asked, concerned.
“It’s either yes or no?” The guard asked.
“Fine, fine, yes” Scott said in frustration.
The guard helped Scott to his feet.
“Dana, I’ve got another one for you” he radioed through on his walkie talkie.
Scott tried to bend down to retrieve his flip flops.
“You won’t be needing them” a stern female voice said from behind Scott.
Scott turned around to see a woman, in her 50’s, dressed in black leather with black hair tied up in a bun walking towards him, the sound of her stilettos echoing off the hard floor.
Scott was even more confused than ever. ‘What is this place? Why don’t I need my flip flops?’ he thought.
“Follow me” the woman instructed, leading Scott down the corridor. The laughter getting louder as he got closer. The woman opened a door on their right and ushered Scott inside into a dark room.
“Hands out front and against the wall please” the woman instructed.
Without thinking, Scott obeyed, thinking this was going to be a pat down. He heard some clinking of metal and felt something cold on his wrists before he heard a click. Then the panic set in, he realised that he had just been handcuffed, he tried to pull his arms and walk backwards quickly, only getting a few feet before realising his arms were attached to something.
“Hey, what’s going on? Let me go!” He demanded.
The woman ignored him and walked out of the room, leaving Scott alone in the dark. He couldn’t hear the laughter anymore, the room was silent. He struggled to break out of the handcuffs and started to panic, viciously pulling on them. He lifted his arms up and felt a cold metal chain that the handcuffs were attached to.
“HELLLPPPPP” he called out, in a panic. The door swung open again, four men walked in, all wearing tuxedo’s. They grabbed hold of Scott and wrestled his shorts off him, laughing as they saw his naked manhood. “WHAT ARE YOUR FUCKING DOING?” Scott angrily shouted as one of the men grabbed ahold of Scott’s t-shirt, ripping it off his back. They picked up his discarded clothes and left the room, leaving him in the dark, silence.
After a few minutes of Scott struggling to break free he heard a woman’s voice blasting through the speakers in the room.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. HERE AT THE LAUGHTER CLUB, WE ARE FULL OF SUPRISES. PLEASE AVERT YOUR EYES TO DOOR 3”.
Scott could hear clicking noises as a beam of light appeared under the wall in front of him. It was not a wall but a metal, roller door. As the door cranked slowly upwards, each click pulled the chain that he was attached to up towards the ceiling. Scott heard the applause and gasps from a crowd as the lights blinded him, his eyes slowly adjusted as he could see a room full of people appear in front of him as the roller door cranked upwards. He stared, embarrassed as his arms were pulled tightly above him, lifting him up onto his tip toes.
He went red with embarrassment as he saw table after table of people in suits and dresses. The crowd in front of him started to wail and cat call as they fixated their eyes upon him. The woman from the lobby stepped through the door towards Scott, speaking into her microphone.
“WE WILL START THE BIDDING SOON, BUT FIRST, WHO WANTS A PREVIEW?”
The room erupted in applause as the woman got closer to Scott, frozen in fear.
She pinched his cheek, “WE HAVE A MALE, MID-TWENTIES” she started before looking at Scott’s bare torso. “VERY TONED STOMACH” she said, admiring Scott’s six pack. She stroked her nails slowly down his sides, Scott jerked as her nails tickled him. “HE’S A TICKLISH ONE!” She exclaimed as the crowd in the room erupted into more cheers. She crouched down towards his feet, running her nails down his legs, her fingers stroked along the tops of his foot as he started to twitch before running under and along the exposed soles of Scott’s feet. He jolted and danced his feet away from her nails on his tip toes. “AND BY THE LOOKS OF THINGS, VERY TICKLISH BIG FEET, SIZE 10 I WOULD SAY”. Applause and cheering engulfed the room as the woman stood in front of Scott.
“LETS START THE BIDDING AT £5000”
Scott, frozen in fear stared out at the room, watching the paddles being raised up in a bidding war. ‘£10,000 £12,000 £15,000’. The bidding went up and up.
“IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE GOT? HOW ABOUT I GIVE YOU SOME PERSUASION” the woman said as she danced her nails up and down Scott’s exposed sides, causing him to wriggle and jerk around. The cheering got out of control as the bidding went up and up.
“GOING, GOING, GONEEEEE” the woman shouted. “SOLD TO BIDDER 21 FOR £27,000”.
Scott watched in horror as two women stood up, dressed in suits, hugged each other and started to walk towards the door.
“NOW LADIES, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR MAN?” the woman called out again as spot lights flashed around the room.
“THE CHAIR?” The lights panned to a dentist looking chair on the stage, covered in leather cuffs.
“THE TABLE?” The lights unveiled a padded table with straps at each end.
“THE X-FRAME?” A big black padded X with multiple straps for the arms and legs.
“OR THE HORSE?” Lights lit up a thin, black, triangular padded box with a pair of cuffs daggling from above, shelves either side of the box with multiple leather straps on.
The woman discussed it for a few seconds before leaning into the microphone. “WE WILL TAKE THE HORSE PLEASE MISTRESS T”. The crowd erupted again into cheers before the shutter down cranked down, lowering Scott’s arms. The room returned to silence as the door sealed shut.
Realisation hit Scott who was now panicking and tugging at his handcuffs. The door opened from behind him and the woman, Mistress T walked into the room accompanied by 4 muscular guards.
“I’m so glad you could come tonight” she said with a smile.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” Scott shouted in panic and anger.
“You asked to be a part of the performance, didn’t you?” she said with a smile.
“I’m just here to find my girlfriend, not be a part of your sick fucking games” he angrily replied.
“It’s too late for that, you’ve been sold” she laughed as the guards approached him. “Who is you girlfriend?” She enquired before the guard from the front desk whispered into her ear.
“Oh, your Amy’s boyfriend” she said with glee.
“YES, NOW WHERE IS SHE?” he snapped back.
“She’s a bit tied up” she laughed back.
“WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING THAT?” Scott snapped back.
“You will find out soon enough” she laughed as she left the room.
The four guards grabbed Scott and uncuffed him. He struggled as much as he could but they pinned his arms behind his back and forced him out of the room. As he was pushed quickly down the corridor, the laughter started to get louder and louder again, ‘it was definitely Amy’s wailing’ he thought to himself as he tried to break free again before behind slammed to the floor. Wriggling and trying to fight, he was lifted up by the guards and carried towards the laughter.
Scott was taken into a room, thrown on the floor and wrists cuffed again in front of him. He heard the cranking noise again as he was lifted up to his feet by the chain attached to his wrists. He continued to wriggle and protest but the guards lifted his legs up in the air as another slid the padded triangular box under him. The placed his naked bum down, with his legs either side of the cold, leather, his knees hit the shelf either side of the box. Scott, frantically tried to get his feet onto the shelf, he was forced back down to his knees, before guards pinned his shins against the shelf, his feet dangling over the edge at the back of the shelf. Straps we placed around his ankles and calves and the buckles fixed into position. He wriggled around again, trying to get up but his legs wear firmly held in place. The cranking started again, lifting his wrists up as high as they would go, stretching out his midriff.
The guards checked the restraints before exiting the room.
Scott scanned the dimly lit room, it was bare apart from a metal trolley with a cloth over it and a large red curtain in front of him. He could hear Amy’s laughter over and over again and the noise from the crowd on the other side of the curtain. He endured listening to the laughter of his girlfriend for another 10 minutes as he wriggled and struggled against his restrains to no success. A bell rang before Mistress T spoke on the microphone again.
“THANK YOU MR AND MRS H, I REALLY HOPE YOU HAD AN ENJOYABLE TIME, WE ALL HAD A WONDERFUL TIME WATCHING. BY THE LOOKS OF IT, THE GIRLS DID TOO”. The room filled with laughter and clapping.
“NOW, BEFORE WE FOCUS OUR ATTENTION ON OUR NEW GUEST, WHO, IS READY AND WAITING BEHIND THE CURTAIN, I’M GOING TO START THE FINAL AUCTION OF THE NIGHT. ALL THREE PARTICIPANTS WILL BE TIED IN WHATEVER WAY YOU WANT AND YOU WILL GET TO USE WHATEVER TOOLS YOU WANT ON THEM UNTIL YOU DECIDE TO STOP. THIS IS A PRIVATE SESSION, SO ANYTHING GOES”.
A gasp went up amongst the audience before muttering could be heard.
“LETS HAVE A RECAP OF OUR PARTICIPANTS. NOW OBVIOUSLY, ONE IS YET TO BE TESTED BUT WE HAVE JESS, OUR FIESTY 5 FOOT 4 GIRL, SLENDER SIZE 7 FEET WITH A PERSONALITY AS LOUD AS HER LAUGHTER, SENSITIVE SPOTS INCLUDE HER SIDES, ARMPITS, BELLY AND FEET. NEXT WE HAVE AMY”.
Scott’s eyes went wide as he heard his girlfriend’s name.
“AMY IS 5 FOOT 2, BLONDE HAIR WITH TINY SIZE 3 FEET. SHE IS SENSITIVE ALL OVER, ESPECIALLY IN BETWEEN THOSE TOOTSIE’S, AS WE HAVE JUST FOUND OUT”.
The crowd erupted in cheer again as Scott thrashed around trying to break free. “LET ME OUTTTTTT” he shouted in rage. Mistress T poked her head behind the curtain and blew Scott a seductive kiss.
“LOOKS LIKE OUR MALE PARTICIPANT IS READY TO BE TICKLED”
Scott went white, he was extremely sensitive and hated it when Amy used to tickle him. He thrashed around against his restraints as much as he could as he listened to the bidding war.
“GOING, GOING, GONE. SOLD TO BIDDER 4 AND HER FRIENDS FOR £42,000”. A round of applause rang out from behind the curtain as Scott heard the sound of high heels behind him. He turned his head to see two business looking women, both in their late 40’s stood with their arms crossed, eyes locked on Scott’s naked body, they were the one who bid for Scott earlier.
The curtain started to go up and the bright lights filled Scott’s room, shining off his sweating, naked body. He frantically turned his head from side to side, watching the two women approach from either side of him, wriggling their fingers menacingly at him, before everything went dark, a blindfold had been placed over Scott’s eyes.
“NOW, WHO IS READY FOR SOME MORE TICKLE TORTURE” Mistress T called out, met by applause and cheering.
He shut his eyes tight and took a deep breath.
