The Second Contest
Two days later, we had another tickle contest of incredible proporations. This time, we played the "Keep your arms up" game, and it was more intriguing. Micheal and Steve came over to my house to play the game. We agreed to remove our shirts, shoes, and socks and the rules was as follows:
1. Each person has to raise their hands gripping the door bar.
2. Each person will be tickled on their armpits for a duration of 3 minutes.
3. If a person is able to successfully endure the tickling without lowering their arms for the entire time limit, they are safe from being tortured.
4. If a person is unable to keep their arms up for the entire 3 minutes, they will be subjected to torture.
5. If under rule #3, there is an event of a tie after all contestants participate, the one who managed to laugh the least is declared safe.
We met in the bedroom where the door bar was located, and we started the contest. We decided the order of participation by the roll of the dice, and it was Michael, Steve and me.
Michael stood up there and raised his arms up. Steve started tickling him. We could notice sweat coming down from his face as he stood there laughing without lowering his arms. He seemed to be like a statue as nothing caused him to lower his arms. Then, I found a box of feathers, and used it on his right armpit and he gave in to the pressure and his arm was finally lowered after 2 minutes and 7 seconds so he was guaranteed to be tortured at least once in the game.
Steve was so nervous that he wanted to opt out of the game, but we refused. After some intense negotiations, he decided to go for it. He wimpered as he limply raised his arms up. To our surprise, we could not get him to lower his arms. For three minutes, we used every trick imaginable to tickle him. We dug deep into the hollow part of his armpits with fingers. We used our hands to swirl inside his armpit hair and even tried to feather them, but it was a waste of time as he endured it.
My turn was next, and I raised my hands up gripping the handle loosely, but it would have dire consequences. As Michael was tickling me, I could not hold it up, and I lasted for an absymbal 20 seconds, so I was to be tortured and I was nervous to the bone. It was the 1st time I ever lost a tickle contest before. It seems to me that I could do better with my feet than my armpits.
Since I was the quickest time to lower my arms, I had to be tortured first. Steve told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I did and he tied them with rope and double looped them. To my surprise, my feet was unrestrained. They marched me outside, and it was a beautiful and sunny day. I was still shirtless and they took me to the local park. They put me on the park bench, and they charged people 10 cents a minute to tickle the soles of my feet. It was horrific to endure since my feet was so ticklish. Kids actually put money into a jar they had took with them to a park. Some of the kids used their fingers on the soles of my feet by gliding them up and down causing me to utter out laughter like a small child trapped in a teenager boy body. The adults passed by wondering what is going on, and did not tickle me, but the kids was eager to tickle me. One kid had one dollar meaning 10 minutes of tickling, and that was bad for me. He was 12 years old, but he was a great tickler. He took out a fork and glided it on my soles, arches, heel, and bottoms. He managed to get the most laugh out of me by playing "this little piggly" on my toes and using his hands to spider tickle my soles. I was unable to not laugh as people tickled me for at least four hours on that day. I had to explain the red marks on my wrists though to my parents, but they endorsed my tied up desires.
Micheal had to be tortured though so we met at his house one day later since my torture ended up into the evening and we were too tired to continue. Michael's house was by a lake and his backyard was gigantic. In the center was his tree house. We decided to be more devious to him so I hogtied him like a little pig. He squealed and tried to get us to untie him, but we reminded him of the deal. For the 1st part of his punishment, we put nipple clamps on his shirtless body and he was crying after only a few minutes. He cussed at us during the entire time the clamps remained on his body which was six minutes. After using the nipple clamps, we switched to rubbing ice cubes on his chest and he was cold and shivering. This lasted for two minutes, but there was one last thing we wanted to do to him. We covered him with spray cheese and left him there. After driving to our respective houses, he called us and told us what happened next. His brother Mark found him, and he was just 13. He untied him, and they cleaned up before their parents arrived home.
Tie me up, shame on you. Tie me up 2 times, shame on me.