Tickling Tarik
I was __years old and had put up with three years of bullying at school. I wasn't a coward. I just didn't want to hurt anyone. Violence wasn't part of my nature and so I avoided any kind of confrontation that was directed at me.
Everybody at school knew I was one of the quiet kids and would not retaliate when I was being bullied.
For several weeks this kid had been poking me in the back during class and calling me a faggot in front of everyone. It was pretty humiliating being laughed at by the whole class.
One day I snapped.
I happened to be writing an essay in my English workbook with a pencil. All of a sudden, I turned around and stabbed him in the hand with it and told him to leave me alone.
His hand was resting on the desk just behind my back. I am not proud of that moment but the whole class hushed. His name was Tarik McCallan, and he was a troublemaker and a general dick. He was also muscled like a swimmer and was VERY good-looking. Combine this with his black hair, bright glacial blue eyes and a kind of natural tan that the rich boys paid for.
He pulled back and let out a scream. I saw his hand; the pencil didn't go in far, about 1/4 of an inch but enough for him to get the message.
He called me out at lunchtime for a fight in secluded space behind the abandoned bike shop, which I accepted. I knew that this area was rather secluded so, if got my hat handed to me, no one would see. I almost thanked T for the courtesy. By the time I walked around the back of the building, my friends Jay and Danny were already there, waiting to back me up if Tarik had some “surprises” in store for me.
He didn’t, but I was still at a disadvantage. You see, I didn't know what to do as I had never had a fight before. He looked rather bored standing in front of me but nonetheless came at me. I grabbed him in a headlock before he could get a punch on me. Then he grabbed my almost shoulder-length hair from behind. I warned him to let go of my hair. All I did was restrain him to start with. I warned him three times to let go of my hair. When he refused, I hit him once in the face, a quick, short but hard jab.
He dropped to the ground.
I was so stunned by my own violence (and strength) that I couldn't seem to move. Danny ordered me to keep a lookout for passersby or witnesses. After scouting around a little I returned to find that my pal had folded Tarik's unconscious body and tied it head to ankles with the rope he'd brought. You see Danny was a perv and it didn’t surprise me at all that he would be “turned on by a handsome, fit eighteen-year-old lying helpless before him and fit to be tied. Soon we (cause I was a perv too) had him sprawled and tied on the dead grass of that desolate area behind the empty bike shop.
Then I just let myself go.
With a cry akin to a Native on the warpath I leapt down upon our bound captive and tickled him everywhere. My hands reached under his shirt and danced over the handsome enemy's helpless body mercilessly. I tickled his armpits; squeezed his knees and further up on his inner-thighs; I even unzipped his pants, pulled out his stuff and tortured the gangster's testicles with a feather I retrieved out of Danny's torture kit (oh yes, he carried a ’kit’ around with him). I tickled Tarik's ribs, and dug my fingers into his sides. The handsome hater arched his back and screamed!
I tickled Tarik mercilessly and the only thing the youth could do was to futilely "protect" his poor soles from my scratches by twisting his size eleven feet and squirming his body. My dick vibrated and stiffened with pleasure as I performed my all-out assault on his soles and toes. The more Tarik shrieked, the harder my dick became.
Through his howls of laughter Tarik seemed horrified at the sight of me. Glacial blue eyes wide with terror. I guess I really must have looked crazy right then.
"Let's see," I muttered, pausing to stare at his beautiful bound bare feet. "Where should I attack again? The heels? The arches? The toes!"
The handsome hater felt a pair of my fingers grasp his left big toe. "koochie koochie Koo!" I said, stroking the pad of the toe with my fingernail.
"HAHAHA-AH-HAHAHA-AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" Tarik screamed. "Heee Heeeeeee!"
"Like that, eh?" I said as I grabbed the next toe.
Tarik squealed and squirmed and screeched and struggled for many minutes as I tickled each one of his wiggling toes. He howled and writhed for many minutes more while I used the point of a toothpick to explore the tender spaces between his wriggling digits. He became quite hysterical when I turned my attention to the balls of the feet, scratching them with the toothpick until everyone ... Tarik included ... was sure that the handsome hater would be driven over the screaming edge of madness!
Eventually I stopped ticking, freed my dick and jerked myself a bit! It was so sensual with the van full of the smell of his feet and electrified hormones.
I then turned Tarik over, still bound tight, and freed the pale twenty-one-year-old's aching penis. Seeing that his tool was rock hard and glistening with precum, I jerked him off. Once it was over ... and he lay spent and panting ... he assumed that our time tormenting him was over. Wrong! He barely had time to recover before I was sucking ... squeezing ... sniffing at his tender bare feet. I gagged him with one of his own socks.
When I tickled him again I attacked a different part of his body. It seemed to me that his feet had to be the most ticklish spot on his body. I bent the toes of each foot back, stretching the skin of the soles, then attacked middle of the arch, to the base of the toes. I even slid my teeth back and forth, nibbling around the arch area. This drove him so crazy that even the sock-gag couldn't contain his howling.
" WWWHHHUUUHHHH!!! WHHOOOOOO... OOOOOOHHHHOOOOOOOHHH!!!"
Each toe was playfully nibbled, and attacked between. Tarik was taken back and forth--from gasps, giggles, and insane outbursts when my fingernails explored the surface of his right sole, to ticklish shrieks of laughter when a finger traced up and down the base of each toe.
" HAAAHH... AAHHAAHH... OOOOOOOO... HHAAHHAAHAA... GGEEGGEEHHEEEE!!"
The ticklish antics quickly became even more lively and animated when I bent each big toe back and used my teeth to lightly rake against the tickle-sensitive base half again. I cocked my head slightly to the side, pressed the front surface of my teeth against the taut pink skin, and worked my jaw up and down. Tarik's body convulsed as if electrocuted.
" YYAAAAAAAAAAGGHHAAA... UUUUAHH... HHAAAAIIEE... SSHHEEEEEEE... YYAAHHAAHH YAAGAHHGGAAHH!!!"
He spasmed and howled till he fainted.
By this time even my lifelong buddy Danny was shocked to see me, standing triumphant after having done something so unusual.