After arriving back from a rainy walk, young uni student Martin had decided to go along with his roommate’s dare to see if he could escape from bondage. But now as he sat alone in the room, unable to move, see or speak, he was really starting to regret going along with it.
His roommate had unexpectedly said goodbye to him and gone out for a while, leaving him tied to his computer chair with his jacket hood up over his face. The heating was on, which didn’t do him any favours in the warm, puffy jackets. One of them he’d worn out in the rain, and the other one he was being made to wear backwards with the hood up. He was beginning to sweat inside them now as he struggled desperately and grunted into his tape gag. Why the hell did I let him tie me up?, he asked himself. His breathing was becoming more and more laboured underneath the thick hood that collapsed and expanded with each breath.
He wouldn’t be able to bear it for much longer. His high pitched moans went unheard in the deserted university halls. It was Saturday evening; everyone was at the university Freshers’ Party. Apart from him and his roommate of course. Suddenly he heard the door go, and he stopped struggling now that he thought he was about to be released. The door closed, and a bag of shopping was put down.
“Well, what do we have here. You’ve not escaped yet?”.
“Mmmpphh”, grunted Martin, shaking his sweaty head.
His roommate chuckled. He came up behind the chair and wrapped his arms round Martin. “Oh Martin, Martin, Martin…”. He ran his hands slowly up and down the jacket as if enjoying the feel of it. “Thought you’d have escaped by now…!”. He swivelled his captive roommate round toward the bed, and then sat down on it, slipping off his shoes. He rested against the wall and put his feet up on Martin’s legs.
“Mmmmpphh”. Martin wanted to be let out, but had no proper way of expressing this of course.
His roommate slipped his feet under his jacket and began to wiggle his toes to tickle his stomach. He knew where his ticklish spots were from playfully tickling him before. And sure enough, a shocked high pitched noise and some struggling ensued. He began to giggle and pull on the ropes holding him to the chair. His quiet giggles gave way to loud but muffled guffaws as he could hold back his reactions no more.
His roommate stood up, amused at his predicament, and sat on his lap facing him. Moving his face close to his, he taunted, “You didn’t really think I was gonna let you out did you?”. Grinning devilishly, he slipped his hands underneath the jacket and very slowly ran his fingers up and down his sensitive chest. Martin’s breathing began to speed up, as he knew what was coming. The speed and pressure of the strokes was increased gradually. Martin just wanted him to get it over and done with.
His roommate began to properly tickle him now, digging his fingers in to heighten the torment.
“MMMPH! MMMMPPHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!!”, shrieked Martin.
He bucked around in the chair uncontrollably, held down tight by the ropes. His roommate sniggered at him, enjoying playfully controlling and humiliating him. He was tickled intensely for what seemed like an eternity, the fingers roving around all of his stomach and his sides for maximum effect. For a moment, his very sensitive nipples were tickled. Even though he wanted it to stop, in a sublime way it felt nice. Then the tickling stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly he released a cry of pain as his nipples were twisted harshly.
“Nipple cripple!”, exclaimed his roommate.
“MMMMMMPPHH”, he shook his head helplessly in protest.
His roommate let go and strode across the room. He fished around in his bag. “You do know this is going on YouTube?”.
Martin released a long moan of despair. He heard his roommate come back toward him; he had no idea what was going to happen next at any given moment. He grunted hopelessly as he felt his roommate’s hands moving up his chest again. He felt a sharp jab of pain as a clothes peg was clamped over his nipple, and shortly after that his other nipple was clamped too.
“Mmmmmpphhhh”, he moaned as he struggled, feeling his nipples hurt with every movement. There was nothing he could do about it.
His roommate chuckled before turning the camera off a few moments later. Again Martin heard him fish around in his bag for something. “Aha”, he said as he found whatever it was he was looking for. Martin heard a buzzing sound. What’s that?, he thought. Then he felt his fly being undone. Oh no, he thought. What the hell is he doing?? His pants were lifted, and a vibrating object was placed inside them. There was an instant reaction; he moaned loudly. His fly was done back up, pressing the vibrating object against him even harder.
He felt his socks being pulled off and a moment later the hood was slid off a little, but only enough for his roommate to place his sweaty sock inside it. As the hood was pulled up again, trapping the smelly sock against his nose, he shook his head, his muffled protests emanating from beneath the hood. He felt fingertips on the bottom of his feet. Knowing there was nothing he could do or say, he simply braced himself for the inevitable tickling. He struggled desperately as it started again. The vibration down below and the tickling made for a strange, intense combination.
To his surprise he was beginning to accept his helpless position and perhaps even enjoy the sensations…
What happens to poor, pranked Martin next…? What other torment is inflicted upon him?
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