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Had this experience over winter break this year. Wrote this up before I forgot to much. Comments are Welcomed as always. Hope you enjoy
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Today started as a good one. My two “Brothers” were visiting today. Well actually neither of them are blood brothers, but we grew up together. We were pretty much around each other constantly since birth so they might as well have been. Anyway, we usually had a pretty good time whenever we hung out.
My friends names are Don and Kendall. Of the three of us I was the oldest, and by extension kinda the leader. My age advantage usually granted me top dog status. I was always stronger and smarter then both of them. Don was next, he is only one year younger than me. Don and I are about the same height, about 5’9, but he may be a bit taller. We are pretty much identical physically, I may out muscle him by a little. Ken is the youngest, the baby of us so to speak. He’s the tallest and biggest of us now. He grew into a god damn Sasquatch over the years. He’s about 6ft flat, and has gotten bigger than me. Im probably overselling his size but he just looked so big to me. He seemed huge compared to the days he used to have to look up at me.
Anyway we were hanging out in my dorm room. I invited them to stay the night since my roommate was out of town this weekend.
We were trying to think of something in the area we could go out and do. In the meantime we hung in my room. Ken sat on my bed next to me, we were playing video games to pass the time.
I was crushing him every game, which wasn't unusual. Don was on the top bunk relaxing. He was stretched out across my roommates bed like it was his. He never did really care for video games.
I beat Ken in this game 4 or 5 times today.... He was never very good at video games, but he insisted on playing me for competitions sake. As we played on, I could see his aggravation building. Every time he took a loss his face seemed to swell up that much more. At some points he seemed to be almost radioactive. I could almost feel his waves of anger bouncing off the walls and bout the room.
Just to explain Don, Ken and I had that Malcolm in the middle sort of relationship. What I mean is our relationship was based on pranks, beat downs, shit talk and teasing. I usually got the least of all of this, and ken of course got the majority of it. All of this combined over the years may have led to the massive build up of his aggravation towards me.
And I, I must have been a bit delusional. I still saw Ken as the little brother that I use to prank and punk. I still messed with him like he was a kid, you know......... pushing him around, all that good stuff.
I guess after years and years of build up, today everything finally reached its boiling point. Knowing all this I still wouldn't stop messing with him. I wrapped my arm around his neck putting him in a headlock.
“Aggghhhhhhhhh Get off Asswhole! Im gonna beat your ass if you don’t get off me! What’s your problem!” He whinned a bit struggling to get out of my grip. All the while Don still relaxed, carefree on the top bunk.
I was having a pretty good time messing with Ken. I couldn't help but laugh under my breath as he got more and more frustrated with me. It was an all around good time...............That is until I felt a sensation under the arm I was using to grab him.
Yes, I felt that familiar, but alarming tingling sensation in my armpit.
Funny enough he tried punching me, and hitting me with stuff, but i didn't let go until i felt my kryptonite taking its toll. I don’t even know if he did it consciously, or if it was just the way he was struggling to escape that accidentally tickled me...Nonetheless.
With my ticklishness of course i couldn't take it. I immediately let him go and jumped back a bit on my bed. My hands covered my sensitive underarms hoping to prevent another invasion.
He stared at me blankly trying to figure out what happened.
“What’s your problem man, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
I composed myself as fast as I could and whiped the grin off my face. I tried to respond quickly so maybe he wouldn’t notice.
“Aaghhuhhhhhmmmmm….Hmmm Nothing….I mean nothing what’s your problem? Like I said I whooped your ass!!!”
I got loud again trying to cover my slip up, but I didn’t know if he bought it. I was acting weird in general, hoping to throw him off the scent.
*Don’t you go investigating this you little shit* *leave it alone already*
He just wouldn’t let it go, he just kept on snooping around like a drug sniffing dog.
“Haha what the hell was that? Did that hurt??..... or something?”
*Damn hes getting closer* I got nervous, starting to perspire.
He guessed again.
“What? What is it? Are you like…..Like ticklish or something??”
I groaned trying to keep a convincing face, but I was sure I couldn't hide it anymore. I even felt part of my face twitch involuntarily.
*Ding Ding you meddlesome pest!*
“What??.............What? Ticklish? What makes you think that? You really are as dumb if you think…….”
Before I could finish he poked me in the side making me leap and slam into the legs of the upper bunk bed. My shoulder was sore, but that was the least of my worries now.
“Aggghhh!” I made some non human noise covering up my weak spot in a hurry.
*Busted*
I got off the bed in a hurry, moving away from him.
He got up following me around the room.
“You are aren’t you? Hahahaha What? Your Ticklish?? And your older than 12 and your still ticklish? What?? Haha your ticklish??? Realllllllllllllly? What??!!”
He mocked finally able to have some fun at my expense. I felt like a god damn kid. He just kept saying it over and over, Aghh.
“No No I wouldn't really call it ticklish i-its justuuuuhhhhhh….”
*Think, Think, quickly, good excuse, brain work, why wont you work! Come on Come on!*
Was all that I could think. I tried my best to think of some B.S excuse but nothing convincing came to mind.
Don looked over the edge of the bunk bed taking interest in the topic.
“Really? Then what would you call it Ryan?”
I had no answer and was focusing on him jumping down from the top bunk now to join Ken. Damn that Don, this son of a bitch took no interest anything we did, until now, focusing on cornering me in my own room.
Whatever the case, this didn't look good. There was really nowhere to run, a college dorm room is only so big. Mine hardly has four corners.
“Im not, seriously though, don’t be stupid.” Was the best I could manage, my brain just couldn’t think of anything better. I was in panic mode, and Ken's twisted smile didn't help me focus anymore.
“Oh really? Comeir for a second, I just wana……………………………Check something.” He teased.
They cornered me in the room like they were big game hunting or something. I was surprised Don was going along with this. We usually teamed up on Ken. But then again I did grossly over pick on Ken. I guess they both thought it was time for payback.
I said something like don’t touch me and with that they jumped me. We wrestled, I fought for escape and they fought to get me pinned. As I said when we were younger taking both of them with one hand would have been no problem. I was always use to shaking Ken off like a bad case of the fleas. But he was noticeably stronger this time. I felt real resistance from him. He even had a stronger pull than Don! Shit!...
*Since when did this bastard get so strong??!*
I shook them off a couple of times, but each time I shook one the other jumped me. They wore me down quickly. I almost made it to the door a few times but they kept grabbing my legs. I put up a good fight before they finally tripped me and pinned me. I just didn’t have enough arms to fight them both off.
I remember Ken commenting something to the effect of “Your getting weak old man!” With a new found arrogant laugh.
Don stretched my arms over my head and sat on them holding my wrists. Kendall sat pinning my midsection and straddling me. I had already broken a sweat wrestling with these fools, and the real workout hadn't started yet.
“Heh, It must be really bad if you tried that hard to get away, Bro.” Ken said smiling.
He was right, I couldn’t deny that. I am ridiculously sensitive. Even when people aren’t trying to tickle me they do. I had a short flashback of how foolish I looked during my last physical/doctors exam.
“Never knew you had this little secret bro? How long you uhh?........”
He asked while scribbling his fingers in my armpit again. I made a gagging noise trying to keep my giggles at bay, but I failed.
“KKnnnnnnkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Don’t worry about it! Just know what’s gonna happen to the two of you when I get up.”
Ken looked at me smirking.
“Really man? You think its smart to talk shit in your position? Maybe you should be a little nicer to me…..”
“Nicer Go Fuck Yourself Kenn Justhahahahahahahaha Ugghhh Wait till I get Upp You Asshahahahaha Asshollehehahahahhehehehehehehe! Gonna get…Tssskahahahaahaaa G-Gonna! Hahahaha!”
What seemed like the longest torture session ever had just begun. He had one thumb in each of my pits sliding them up and down slowly. When my laughter wasn’t enough he switched to an all out ten finger wiggle. I did the only thing I could, and shook my head side to side like a mad man, hollering no.
I was so out of control, my head bumped the floor a few times in my feral fits. After ken had a lung full of my forced reactions he gave me a break. I was breathing heavily and im sure this kid was just getting started.
Don above me threw in a couple of comments himself.
“Wow………Who would’ve thought? You ticklish haha, still cant believe this. The oldest of us......The weakest to....”
Ken and Don went back and forth talking with each other while I lay there, unable to move, and still unable to fight back. I realized how serious they were about watching me suffer. I did end up swallowing my pride and giving in, how aggravating.
“Ok Ok you got me. Cant we talk about this. I give up. You got me this one time ok?”
I spoke sullenly remembering every other time was forced to cave because of my weakness.
Ken scoffed proudly. “Hmph.....Talk? There’s nothing to talk about. You’ve been screwing with me for years. Just shut up and watch me get payback.”
I couldn’t really see Don since he was kinda above me. I didn’t have to see that traitor to know that he was agreeing with everything Ken was saying. But I guess what he was saying was for the most part true.
I saw that insolent look in his eyes, the look of a man, not a boy. Not to mention one that was determined to make me suffer.
*CRAP!* I yelled to myself, as Ken went on exploring his new found power.
“So anyway, are your armpits your only tickle spot?”
I stared at him squinting angrily showing him I intended to tell him nothing.
He shrugged me off saying “Fine, you know we can always find out…..like this”
His fingers ran down my sides teasing at each rib, and digging into each oblique. My laughter got louder and my reactions even more wild. I made tons of powerful bucks but neither of these bastards seemed to move an inch, there was no escape.
He attacked me all over, this son of a bitch was driving me up the wall. He kept going attacking me, picking the spots that gave the most reaction. He shaped his hand into a claw next, raking and raking and raking over my belly.
“Gggaaahhh Im gonna kill you!. Just watch, Just.... WaattchchhHAHAHAHAwhatHItCHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA….NOOOOOOOOO!!!! NOOOOOO!!!”
My hysterics never stopped and neither did the tickling. I even tried to block the sensations with mental imagery. I pictured myself strangling Ken, but that only made me laugh more.
My shirt came up and fingers scribbled over my bare belly. I yelped and bucked, just trying to think of how to make this stop. I had already offered to give up but they didn’t accept. I swear I could even hear them humming over my pleads at one point.
“NO Kenn DONTT Don’t Tickle Any M-Moohahahaa…HAHahahahahahahaa NO MORE! Tiredhahahahahhaaaaa AGGGHHHAHAHAHAAHAAA!” My stupid grin just got wider and wider the faster he attacked me.
I could hear Dons giggling a little even over my loud howls of laughter. What a crappy situation I was in. I was pretty loud. Im absolutely sure my floor mates could hear me squeal through the thin walls. You would think that they might check on me or tell me to quiet down.
But my dorm hall is always noisy and rowdy. We usually assume someone’s sloppy drunk if we hear these kinda noises. To top it off my RA isn’t shit, he never does anything on our hall. But my situation was different, I really needed help.
Again and Again and Again Ken clawed and scratched and scratched on my bare belly. My need for a break seemed irrelevant to him. Ken stopped when he felt content with the reactions he squeezed from me, and not a minute before.
As I caught my breath I could see Ken scanning up and down wondering where else I might be ticklish. He was by no means an expert, but his sloppy blunt style more then got the job done.
He said nothing as he finally picked his next spot and advanced on me. He hooked both my ankles under his arm and held me still as he started to remove my Nike shocks.
“No seriously Ken don’t. Im not kidding. This isn’t funny anymore!!"
As the words escaped me I heard the shakiness in my own voice, it was so obvious that I was panicked. He just grinned unlacing my shoes as I kicked what little I could. All the while Ken mocked everything I said in a whiny kids voice.
“Seriously you fuckers! Agghh stop! Gonna Agggrrrrrgghhhh DON’T Im …..!” I tried moving my arms again but Don tightened up holding me still again.
I watched helplessly as my shoes went and soon after so did my socks. He wasn’t wasting any time, this brat.
“Im telling You don’t…Im goonna!”
“What? Whatcha gonna do man? Spit it out?.................Nothing that’s what I thought.”
When his fingers first touched my sole, I went berserk. I went on thrashing, kicking, bucking, and yelling. It tickled so bad, but there was no way to make this stop.
He was merciless, apparently he was paying me back for years of abuse. He hit every spot on both feet including the heels, toes, arches, sides and instep.
“NOOhahahahahaaaa!!! K-KHhaahahahahahahhaHAHAHAHAAAAA NOoooooooo K-KEN Ngghhh NOooohahahhaaaa DON’T! PLEASE!! NOOO MORE! NO MOOORREEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AyeeHAHAHAHA!!”
As he went on tickling my guts out I felt more helpless than I ever had. The kicker was that I wasn’t even really bound. I just kept shaking and wriggling. My face turned red hot again and tears came to my eyes. High pitched squeals even echoed from my room.
I kept yelling it wasn't funny but the more I protested the harder Ken tickled. I laughed what I thought was the hardest I ever had in my life. So hard in fact it actually hurt. My stomach ached, my throat was getting sore, and my body was worn out. They literally had me begging…..I MEAN BEGGING for them to stop. I would've done anything to make them stop.
What a humiliating end to a dynasty. I felt my number one status melting away slowly. All the years of bullying, rough housing and pranks, all my hard work was for nothing. All of this just because of my stupid weakness.
At some point Don let my arms go and they both just bombarded me with their four hands. I wasn’t being held but I still couldn’t escape or defend myself. At this point I was far to weak to even think about resisting. My muscles were usless, and my brain just kept screaming.
*LAUGH!!!!!!.........LAUGH!!!!*
I was so hysterical I even forgot where I was. I was just rolling around laughing on the floor, looking like a moron. Laughter just kept flowing and flowing, there was no way for me to cork it. I was far to deep in.
I really felt like a little kid, desperately trying to defend himself and failing. My arms wrapped around my sides attempting a flimsly defense. Of course they easily surpassed this tormenting me on. When my arms covered one spot their hands quickly slithered through the cracks, finding my flesh again. I felt tickles from everywhere, like a assault rifle attack of tickling fingers.
After much begging and pleading they did stop. Finally!!!
I layed there on my dorm floor panting and trying to regain my strength. They backed off and let me recover.
“Hehe. Wow Ryan.” Was all Don said shaking his head at me.
Ken spoke now, I caught that arrogant tone in his voice.
*He must think he’s the shit now because of this.*
“So bro you little reign is over huh? Have anything to say to me?” I guess this kid was looking for an apology but………
I looked at him and said.
“Yeah…………Huff Huffhhh!... Ehehe.....……………….Your an asshole.”
They moved on me again, hearing my continued defiance. I guess even after that I still hadn’t learned my lesson, im to stubborn for my own good.
I got up and bolted for the door and just barely made it out of my own room. I stumbled out into the hallway towards the lounge on my floor. I was tired but comforted. I knew if I could make it to the hallway they would stop because it was more public now.
I was free but couldn’t help but think they let me go. If they really wanted it I would still be floundering around my dorm floor, hemorrhaging laughter. Whatever, a break out is a break out.
*Ah sweet escape* I walked out into the main lobby, barefoot, panting and half crying. I remember at least five people passing by asking if I was ok. I must have looked like a damn fool.
Ok ok so they got me good this time. I’m still looking for a way to retaliate on these fools.
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Today started as a good one. My two “Brothers” were visiting today. Well actually neither of them are blood brothers, but we grew up together. We were pretty much around each other constantly since birth so they might as well have been. Anyway, we usually had a pretty good time whenever we hung out.
My friends names are Don and Kendall. Of the three of us I was the oldest, and by extension kinda the leader. My age advantage usually granted me top dog status. I was always stronger and smarter then both of them. Don was next, he is only one year younger than me. Don and I are about the same height, about 5’9, but he may be a bit taller. We are pretty much identical physically, I may out muscle him by a little. Ken is the youngest, the baby of us so to speak. He’s the tallest and biggest of us now. He grew into a god damn Sasquatch over the years. He’s about 6ft flat, and has gotten bigger than me. Im probably overselling his size but he just looked so big to me. He seemed huge compared to the days he used to have to look up at me.
Anyway we were hanging out in my dorm room. I invited them to stay the night since my roommate was out of town this weekend.
We were trying to think of something in the area we could go out and do. In the meantime we hung in my room. Ken sat on my bed next to me, we were playing video games to pass the time.
I was crushing him every game, which wasn't unusual. Don was on the top bunk relaxing. He was stretched out across my roommates bed like it was his. He never did really care for video games.
I beat Ken in this game 4 or 5 times today.... He was never very good at video games, but he insisted on playing me for competitions sake. As we played on, I could see his aggravation building. Every time he took a loss his face seemed to swell up that much more. At some points he seemed to be almost radioactive. I could almost feel his waves of anger bouncing off the walls and bout the room.
Just to explain Don, Ken and I had that Malcolm in the middle sort of relationship. What I mean is our relationship was based on pranks, beat downs, shit talk and teasing. I usually got the least of all of this, and ken of course got the majority of it. All of this combined over the years may have led to the massive build up of his aggravation towards me.
And I, I must have been a bit delusional. I still saw Ken as the little brother that I use to prank and punk. I still messed with him like he was a kid, you know......... pushing him around, all that good stuff.
I guess after years and years of build up, today everything finally reached its boiling point. Knowing all this I still wouldn't stop messing with him. I wrapped my arm around his neck putting him in a headlock.
“Aggghhhhhhhhh Get off Asswhole! Im gonna beat your ass if you don’t get off me! What’s your problem!” He whinned a bit struggling to get out of my grip. All the while Don still relaxed, carefree on the top bunk.
I was having a pretty good time messing with Ken. I couldn't help but laugh under my breath as he got more and more frustrated with me. It was an all around good time...............That is until I felt a sensation under the arm I was using to grab him.
Yes, I felt that familiar, but alarming tingling sensation in my armpit.
Funny enough he tried punching me, and hitting me with stuff, but i didn't let go until i felt my kryptonite taking its toll. I don’t even know if he did it consciously, or if it was just the way he was struggling to escape that accidentally tickled me...Nonetheless.
With my ticklishness of course i couldn't take it. I immediately let him go and jumped back a bit on my bed. My hands covered my sensitive underarms hoping to prevent another invasion.
He stared at me blankly trying to figure out what happened.
“What’s your problem man, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
I composed myself as fast as I could and whiped the grin off my face. I tried to respond quickly so maybe he wouldn’t notice.
“Aaghhuhhhhhmmmmm….Hmmm Nothing….I mean nothing what’s your problem? Like I said I whooped your ass!!!”
I got loud again trying to cover my slip up, but I didn’t know if he bought it. I was acting weird in general, hoping to throw him off the scent.
*Don’t you go investigating this you little shit* *leave it alone already*
He just wouldn’t let it go, he just kept on snooping around like a drug sniffing dog.
“Haha what the hell was that? Did that hurt??..... or something?”
*Damn hes getting closer* I got nervous, starting to perspire.
He guessed again.
“What? What is it? Are you like…..Like ticklish or something??”
I groaned trying to keep a convincing face, but I was sure I couldn't hide it anymore. I even felt part of my face twitch involuntarily.
*Ding Ding you meddlesome pest!*
“What??.............What? Ticklish? What makes you think that? You really are as dumb if you think…….”
Before I could finish he poked me in the side making me leap and slam into the legs of the upper bunk bed. My shoulder was sore, but that was the least of my worries now.
“Aggghhh!” I made some non human noise covering up my weak spot in a hurry.
*Busted*
I got off the bed in a hurry, moving away from him.
He got up following me around the room.
“You are aren’t you? Hahahaha What? Your Ticklish?? And your older than 12 and your still ticklish? What?? Haha your ticklish??? Realllllllllllllly? What??!!”
He mocked finally able to have some fun at my expense. I felt like a god damn kid. He just kept saying it over and over, Aghh.
“No No I wouldn't really call it ticklish i-its justuuuuhhhhhh….”
*Think, Think, quickly, good excuse, brain work, why wont you work! Come on Come on!*
Was all that I could think. I tried my best to think of some B.S excuse but nothing convincing came to mind.
Don looked over the edge of the bunk bed taking interest in the topic.
“Really? Then what would you call it Ryan?”
I had no answer and was focusing on him jumping down from the top bunk now to join Ken. Damn that Don, this son of a bitch took no interest anything we did, until now, focusing on cornering me in my own room.
Whatever the case, this didn't look good. There was really nowhere to run, a college dorm room is only so big. Mine hardly has four corners.
“Im not, seriously though, don’t be stupid.” Was the best I could manage, my brain just couldn’t think of anything better. I was in panic mode, and Ken's twisted smile didn't help me focus anymore.
“Oh really? Comeir for a second, I just wana……………………………Check something.” He teased.
They cornered me in the room like they were big game hunting or something. I was surprised Don was going along with this. We usually teamed up on Ken. But then again I did grossly over pick on Ken. I guess they both thought it was time for payback.
I said something like don’t touch me and with that they jumped me. We wrestled, I fought for escape and they fought to get me pinned. As I said when we were younger taking both of them with one hand would have been no problem. I was always use to shaking Ken off like a bad case of the fleas. But he was noticeably stronger this time. I felt real resistance from him. He even had a stronger pull than Don! Shit!...
*Since when did this bastard get so strong??!*
I shook them off a couple of times, but each time I shook one the other jumped me. They wore me down quickly. I almost made it to the door a few times but they kept grabbing my legs. I put up a good fight before they finally tripped me and pinned me. I just didn’t have enough arms to fight them both off.
I remember Ken commenting something to the effect of “Your getting weak old man!” With a new found arrogant laugh.
Don stretched my arms over my head and sat on them holding my wrists. Kendall sat pinning my midsection and straddling me. I had already broken a sweat wrestling with these fools, and the real workout hadn't started yet.
“Heh, It must be really bad if you tried that hard to get away, Bro.” Ken said smiling.
He was right, I couldn’t deny that. I am ridiculously sensitive. Even when people aren’t trying to tickle me they do. I had a short flashback of how foolish I looked during my last physical/doctors exam.
“Never knew you had this little secret bro? How long you uhh?........”
He asked while scribbling his fingers in my armpit again. I made a gagging noise trying to keep my giggles at bay, but I failed.
“KKnnnnnnkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Don’t worry about it! Just know what’s gonna happen to the two of you when I get up.”
Ken looked at me smirking.
“Really man? You think its smart to talk shit in your position? Maybe you should be a little nicer to me…..”
“Nicer Go Fuck Yourself Kenn Justhahahahahahahaha Ugghhh Wait till I get Upp You Asshahahahaha Asshollehehahahahhehehehehehehe! Gonna get…Tssskahahahaahaaa G-Gonna! Hahahaha!”
What seemed like the longest torture session ever had just begun. He had one thumb in each of my pits sliding them up and down slowly. When my laughter wasn’t enough he switched to an all out ten finger wiggle. I did the only thing I could, and shook my head side to side like a mad man, hollering no.
I was so out of control, my head bumped the floor a few times in my feral fits. After ken had a lung full of my forced reactions he gave me a break. I was breathing heavily and im sure this kid was just getting started.
Don above me threw in a couple of comments himself.
“Wow………Who would’ve thought? You ticklish haha, still cant believe this. The oldest of us......The weakest to....”
Ken and Don went back and forth talking with each other while I lay there, unable to move, and still unable to fight back. I realized how serious they were about watching me suffer. I did end up swallowing my pride and giving in, how aggravating.
“Ok Ok you got me. Cant we talk about this. I give up. You got me this one time ok?”
I spoke sullenly remembering every other time was forced to cave because of my weakness.
Ken scoffed proudly. “Hmph.....Talk? There’s nothing to talk about. You’ve been screwing with me for years. Just shut up and watch me get payback.”
I couldn’t really see Don since he was kinda above me. I didn’t have to see that traitor to know that he was agreeing with everything Ken was saying. But I guess what he was saying was for the most part true.
I saw that insolent look in his eyes, the look of a man, not a boy. Not to mention one that was determined to make me suffer.
*CRAP!* I yelled to myself, as Ken went on exploring his new found power.
“So anyway, are your armpits your only tickle spot?”
I stared at him squinting angrily showing him I intended to tell him nothing.
He shrugged me off saying “Fine, you know we can always find out…..like this”
His fingers ran down my sides teasing at each rib, and digging into each oblique. My laughter got louder and my reactions even more wild. I made tons of powerful bucks but neither of these bastards seemed to move an inch, there was no escape.
He attacked me all over, this son of a bitch was driving me up the wall. He kept going attacking me, picking the spots that gave the most reaction. He shaped his hand into a claw next, raking and raking and raking over my belly.
“Gggaaahhh Im gonna kill you!. Just watch, Just.... WaattchchhHAHAHAHAwhatHItCHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA….NOOOOOOOOO!!!! NOOOOOO!!!”
My hysterics never stopped and neither did the tickling. I even tried to block the sensations with mental imagery. I pictured myself strangling Ken, but that only made me laugh more.
My shirt came up and fingers scribbled over my bare belly. I yelped and bucked, just trying to think of how to make this stop. I had already offered to give up but they didn’t accept. I swear I could even hear them humming over my pleads at one point.
“NO Kenn DONTT Don’t Tickle Any M-Moohahahaa…HAHahahahahahahaa NO MORE! Tiredhahahahahhaaaaa AGGGHHHAHAHAHAAHAAA!” My stupid grin just got wider and wider the faster he attacked me.
I could hear Dons giggling a little even over my loud howls of laughter. What a crappy situation I was in. I was pretty loud. Im absolutely sure my floor mates could hear me squeal through the thin walls. You would think that they might check on me or tell me to quiet down.
But my dorm hall is always noisy and rowdy. We usually assume someone’s sloppy drunk if we hear these kinda noises. To top it off my RA isn’t shit, he never does anything on our hall. But my situation was different, I really needed help.
Again and Again and Again Ken clawed and scratched and scratched on my bare belly. My need for a break seemed irrelevant to him. Ken stopped when he felt content with the reactions he squeezed from me, and not a minute before.
As I caught my breath I could see Ken scanning up and down wondering where else I might be ticklish. He was by no means an expert, but his sloppy blunt style more then got the job done.
He said nothing as he finally picked his next spot and advanced on me. He hooked both my ankles under his arm and held me still as he started to remove my Nike shocks.
“No seriously Ken don’t. Im not kidding. This isn’t funny anymore!!"
As the words escaped me I heard the shakiness in my own voice, it was so obvious that I was panicked. He just grinned unlacing my shoes as I kicked what little I could. All the while Ken mocked everything I said in a whiny kids voice.
“Seriously you fuckers! Agghh stop! Gonna Agggrrrrrgghhhh DON’T Im …..!” I tried moving my arms again but Don tightened up holding me still again.
I watched helplessly as my shoes went and soon after so did my socks. He wasn’t wasting any time, this brat.
“Im telling You don’t…Im goonna!”
“What? Whatcha gonna do man? Spit it out?.................Nothing that’s what I thought.”
When his fingers first touched my sole, I went berserk. I went on thrashing, kicking, bucking, and yelling. It tickled so bad, but there was no way to make this stop.
He was merciless, apparently he was paying me back for years of abuse. He hit every spot on both feet including the heels, toes, arches, sides and instep.
“NOOhahahahahaaaa!!! K-KHhaahahahahahahhaHAHAHAHAAAAA NOoooooooo K-KEN Ngghhh NOooohahahhaaaa DON’T! PLEASE!! NOOO MORE! NO MOOORREEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AyeeHAHAHAHA!!”
As he went on tickling my guts out I felt more helpless than I ever had. The kicker was that I wasn’t even really bound. I just kept shaking and wriggling. My face turned red hot again and tears came to my eyes. High pitched squeals even echoed from my room.
I kept yelling it wasn't funny but the more I protested the harder Ken tickled. I laughed what I thought was the hardest I ever had in my life. So hard in fact it actually hurt. My stomach ached, my throat was getting sore, and my body was worn out. They literally had me begging…..I MEAN BEGGING for them to stop. I would've done anything to make them stop.
What a humiliating end to a dynasty. I felt my number one status melting away slowly. All the years of bullying, rough housing and pranks, all my hard work was for nothing. All of this just because of my stupid weakness.
At some point Don let my arms go and they both just bombarded me with their four hands. I wasn’t being held but I still couldn’t escape or defend myself. At this point I was far to weak to even think about resisting. My muscles were usless, and my brain just kept screaming.
*LAUGH!!!!!!.........LAUGH!!!!*
I was so hysterical I even forgot where I was. I was just rolling around laughing on the floor, looking like a moron. Laughter just kept flowing and flowing, there was no way for me to cork it. I was far to deep in.
I really felt like a little kid, desperately trying to defend himself and failing. My arms wrapped around my sides attempting a flimsly defense. Of course they easily surpassed this tormenting me on. When my arms covered one spot their hands quickly slithered through the cracks, finding my flesh again. I felt tickles from everywhere, like a assault rifle attack of tickling fingers.
After much begging and pleading they did stop. Finally!!!
I layed there on my dorm floor panting and trying to regain my strength. They backed off and let me recover.
“Hehe. Wow Ryan.” Was all Don said shaking his head at me.
Ken spoke now, I caught that arrogant tone in his voice.
*He must think he’s the shit now because of this.*
“So bro you little reign is over huh? Have anything to say to me?” I guess this kid was looking for an apology but………
I looked at him and said.
“Yeah…………Huff Huffhhh!... Ehehe.....……………….Your an asshole.”
They moved on me again, hearing my continued defiance. I guess even after that I still hadn’t learned my lesson, im to stubborn for my own good.
I got up and bolted for the door and just barely made it out of my own room. I stumbled out into the hallway towards the lounge on my floor. I was tired but comforted. I knew if I could make it to the hallway they would stop because it was more public now.
I was free but couldn’t help but think they let me go. If they really wanted it I would still be floundering around my dorm floor, hemorrhaging laughter. Whatever, a break out is a break out.
*Ah sweet escape* I walked out into the main lobby, barefoot, panting and half crying. I remember at least five people passing by asking if I was ok. I must have looked like a damn fool.
Ok ok so they got me good this time. I’m still looking for a way to retaliate on these fools.
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