My next-door neighbor, Dan, had invited me over to watch a documentary about the magician and escape artist Harry Houdini. We were both amazed at the ease with which he could untie himself. As we watched, we discussed the various techniques Houdini used to escape from seemingly impossible situations. It was fascinating to learn about the intricate planning and the skill that went into each of his performances. This gave Dan an idea.
Dan bet me that if I tied him, he would be able to get out of it, just like Houdini. I was intrigued by the idea that I bet him the same thing. Now the bet turned into a race to see who could untie himself faster. The loser buys the winner dinner. I was determined to prove that I could match his skills. Initially, it was my turn to tie him. I chose to tie him to a chair. I secured the ropes tightly around the chair, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to slip free easily. As I stepped back to admire my handiwork, a competitive grin spread across his face, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind, plotting his escape. He escaped the bonds in 20 minutes.
All I had to do was beat Dan's 20 minutes. He chose his bed to tie me to. I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation as he expertly secured the ropes around my wrists and ankles. I was determined not to let him win; I needed to outsmart him and break free before the 20 minutes were up.
20 minutes came and went and I was stumped. I gave up. I told Dan that he had won and asked him to untie me. He stared at me, smiled, and said, "Sorry, but the loser gets tickled".
I panicked, struggled and grew angrier by the minute. "Get me out of here!", I yelled, furiously. Dan just chuckled, clearly enjoying my distress. "You should have thought harder," he teased, as he approached with an evil grin, ready to enact his punishment.
He raised my shirt, exposing my bare chest and ran his fingers up and down my sides. I squirmed and let out helpless giggles, trying to twist away from his relentless fingers. "Stop! Please!" I gasped between laughs and angry cries, but my pleas only seemed to encourage him further, igniting a glint in his eyes.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin as he whispered, "You brought this on yourself." With that, he began his torment anew, and I couldn't help but dissolve into another fit of laughter, my protests becoming increasingly desperate yet filled with a strange thrill.
His merciless tickling moved from my sides to my belly and up to my underarms, causing extreme hysterical laughter to burst out of me like an erupting volcano.
I squirmed beneath his relentless fingers, tears of laughter streaming down my cheeks as I gasped for breath, pleading for mercy. In that moment, caught between laughter and desperation, I realized I was utterly at his mercy.
Finally, he stopped and allowed me to catch my breath. I thought the torment was over until I saw him head for the foot of the bed. I held my breath, heart racing, as I braced myself for whatever was to come next. The glint in his eyes promised that the torment was far from over, and I couldn't help but wonder just how much more I could endure.
"What are you doing?" I yelled as he removed my shoes and socks. He paused for a moment, a sinister smile creeping across his face, before replying, "Just making you more comfortable." My stomach twisted with dread as I realized that comfort was the last thing I would find in this nightmare.
I closed my eyes, tightened up, and braced. Suddenly, I felt fingernails scratching the soles of my bare feet. The sensation sent jolts of panic through my body, and I instinctively tried to pull my feet away, but there was nowhere to escape. "Please, stop!" I pleaded, my voice trembling, and my laughter grew louder, echoing in the dimly lit room.
This made Dan tickle my feet, harder, faster, and without mercy. He enjoyed every second of my tickle torture.
Suddenly, I felt a weird sensation in between my toes that forced soft moans out of me along with laughter. I looked up and saw Dan sucking on my toes. I gasped in surprise, my laughter momentarily halting as a mix of confusion and pleasure washed over me. "What are you doing?" I managed to ask as I tried to make sense of the unexpected turn of events.
Humiliation grew as the laughter was now coupled with forced moans of pleasure. I couldn't decide whether to pull my foot away or lean into the bizarre situation, the sensations overwhelming my senses. Dan looked at me with a playful grin, clearly enjoying my reaction, and the warmth of embarrassment mixed with an unexpected thrill coursed through me.
I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, but the mixture of confusion and excitement only intensified. "What on earth is happening?" I thought, as I realized that this moment might lead to something I never anticipated. I was aroused and I tried so very hard not to let Dan know, but he knew. His knowing smile widened, and I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. It was as if he reveled in the power he held over me, and despite my attempts to maintain my composure, my heart raced at the prospect of what might unfold next.
The inevitable happened. Dan's tickling my vulnerable feet coupled with the pleasure of him sucking on my toes had given me an erection. I struggled a bit more violently so as not to let him know what was happening to me, however, I simply could not hide the obvious. The slight bump in my crotch had now grown and could not be concealed any longer.
To my horror, Dan stopped and saw the growing bulge. He looked at me and smiled.
"Please untie me." I pleaded.
"Oh, I'm not done yet," he said.
While I struggled, Dan unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them as far as they could go to my knees. He gazed at my underwear, which had a precum stain, and proceeded to pull them down, and out popped my cock which was hard as a rock.
I closed my eyes after seeing Dan smile. I felt his hand on my cock and began to moan as he stroked deliberately slow. I struggled a bit, but decided to give in to the pleasure. It was teasing me and he knew it. I wanted the slow teasing to stop. I wanted to cum.
Dan reveled in teasing me. He stroked faster, forcing me to moan louder, then he slowed down again. The teasing pleasure was so agonizingly sweet that I couldn't help but blurt out, "OH PLEASE, STOP TEASING ME, I BEG YOU!"
Dan stopped altogether, forcing me to yelp, then started again, stroking fast and slow fast and slow. The pleasurable torment was driving me mad.
"PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!" I yelled.
Eventually, Dan obliged. My eyes were closed and I felt a warm wet feeling at the tip of my cock. I looked and saw him lovingly devour my manhood. After a few minutes of feeling his mouth on my cock, he pulled out and stroked fast. My cock erupted and I came screaming. I never felt this kind of pleasure before.
After finishing me off, Dan grabbed a towel and cleaned my belly, and proceeded to tickle my balls. The sensitivity after my orgasm was staggering. I screamed, laughing. He also went back to tickling my feet for a bit.
Finally, Dan stopped, untied me, and I went back to my apartment. We never did this again, and we never talked about the incident again.
I often think about what we did long ago and smile. I'm so glad I lost that bet.
(True Story)
Dan bet me that if I tied him, he would be able to get out of it, just like Houdini. I was intrigued by the idea that I bet him the same thing. Now the bet turned into a race to see who could untie himself faster. The loser buys the winner dinner. I was determined to prove that I could match his skills. Initially, it was my turn to tie him. I chose to tie him to a chair. I secured the ropes tightly around the chair, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to slip free easily. As I stepped back to admire my handiwork, a competitive grin spread across his face, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind, plotting his escape. He escaped the bonds in 20 minutes.
All I had to do was beat Dan's 20 minutes. He chose his bed to tie me to. I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation as he expertly secured the ropes around my wrists and ankles. I was determined not to let him win; I needed to outsmart him and break free before the 20 minutes were up.
20 minutes came and went and I was stumped. I gave up. I told Dan that he had won and asked him to untie me. He stared at me, smiled, and said, "Sorry, but the loser gets tickled".
I panicked, struggled and grew angrier by the minute. "Get me out of here!", I yelled, furiously. Dan just chuckled, clearly enjoying my distress. "You should have thought harder," he teased, as he approached with an evil grin, ready to enact his punishment.
He raised my shirt, exposing my bare chest and ran his fingers up and down my sides. I squirmed and let out helpless giggles, trying to twist away from his relentless fingers. "Stop! Please!" I gasped between laughs and angry cries, but my pleas only seemed to encourage him further, igniting a glint in his eyes.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin as he whispered, "You brought this on yourself." With that, he began his torment anew, and I couldn't help but dissolve into another fit of laughter, my protests becoming increasingly desperate yet filled with a strange thrill.
His merciless tickling moved from my sides to my belly and up to my underarms, causing extreme hysterical laughter to burst out of me like an erupting volcano.
I squirmed beneath his relentless fingers, tears of laughter streaming down my cheeks as I gasped for breath, pleading for mercy. In that moment, caught between laughter and desperation, I realized I was utterly at his mercy.
Finally, he stopped and allowed me to catch my breath. I thought the torment was over until I saw him head for the foot of the bed. I held my breath, heart racing, as I braced myself for whatever was to come next. The glint in his eyes promised that the torment was far from over, and I couldn't help but wonder just how much more I could endure.
"What are you doing?" I yelled as he removed my shoes and socks. He paused for a moment, a sinister smile creeping across his face, before replying, "Just making you more comfortable." My stomach twisted with dread as I realized that comfort was the last thing I would find in this nightmare.
I closed my eyes, tightened up, and braced. Suddenly, I felt fingernails scratching the soles of my bare feet. The sensation sent jolts of panic through my body, and I instinctively tried to pull my feet away, but there was nowhere to escape. "Please, stop!" I pleaded, my voice trembling, and my laughter grew louder, echoing in the dimly lit room.
This made Dan tickle my feet, harder, faster, and without mercy. He enjoyed every second of my tickle torture.
Suddenly, I felt a weird sensation in between my toes that forced soft moans out of me along with laughter. I looked up and saw Dan sucking on my toes. I gasped in surprise, my laughter momentarily halting as a mix of confusion and pleasure washed over me. "What are you doing?" I managed to ask as I tried to make sense of the unexpected turn of events.
Humiliation grew as the laughter was now coupled with forced moans of pleasure. I couldn't decide whether to pull my foot away or lean into the bizarre situation, the sensations overwhelming my senses. Dan looked at me with a playful grin, clearly enjoying my reaction, and the warmth of embarrassment mixed with an unexpected thrill coursed through me.
I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, but the mixture of confusion and excitement only intensified. "What on earth is happening?" I thought, as I realized that this moment might lead to something I never anticipated. I was aroused and I tried so very hard not to let Dan know, but he knew. His knowing smile widened, and I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. It was as if he reveled in the power he held over me, and despite my attempts to maintain my composure, my heart raced at the prospect of what might unfold next.
The inevitable happened. Dan's tickling my vulnerable feet coupled with the pleasure of him sucking on my toes had given me an erection. I struggled a bit more violently so as not to let him know what was happening to me, however, I simply could not hide the obvious. The slight bump in my crotch had now grown and could not be concealed any longer.
To my horror, Dan stopped and saw the growing bulge. He looked at me and smiled.
"Please untie me." I pleaded.
"Oh, I'm not done yet," he said.
While I struggled, Dan unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them as far as they could go to my knees. He gazed at my underwear, which had a precum stain, and proceeded to pull them down, and out popped my cock which was hard as a rock.
I closed my eyes after seeing Dan smile. I felt his hand on my cock and began to moan as he stroked deliberately slow. I struggled a bit, but decided to give in to the pleasure. It was teasing me and he knew it. I wanted the slow teasing to stop. I wanted to cum.
Dan reveled in teasing me. He stroked faster, forcing me to moan louder, then he slowed down again. The teasing pleasure was so agonizingly sweet that I couldn't help but blurt out, "OH PLEASE, STOP TEASING ME, I BEG YOU!"
Dan stopped altogether, forcing me to yelp, then started again, stroking fast and slow fast and slow. The pleasurable torment was driving me mad.
"PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!" I yelled.
Eventually, Dan obliged. My eyes were closed and I felt a warm wet feeling at the tip of my cock. I looked and saw him lovingly devour my manhood. After a few minutes of feeling his mouth on my cock, he pulled out and stroked fast. My cock erupted and I came screaming. I never felt this kind of pleasure before.
After finishing me off, Dan grabbed a towel and cleaned my belly, and proceeded to tickle my balls. The sensitivity after my orgasm was staggering. I screamed, laughing. He also went back to tickling my feet for a bit.
Finally, Dan stopped, untied me, and I went back to my apartment. We never did this again, and we never talked about the incident again.
I often think about what we did long ago and smile. I'm so glad I lost that bet.
(True Story)
