Theater
Entertainment
by Man2Beat
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This story is based
on a true experience (modified) that I was actually involved in. I
am dying to relive it.
I am a straight married family guy; single at the time this took place. I
was two years out of college, two years into starting my professional
career downtown.
I met a lot of new people at work (as everyone does). Got to be somewhat
of a clique. We had a gay guy in the group. I was never homophobic,
but I was never at all interested in the gay scene. None-the-less, he
was a good guy, good friend and one of our group. The group did everything
together.... it was fun back then. If you had a one on one date with
someone, that was fine, but if you didn't you were never bored or sitting at
home alone in your apartment if you didn't want to be, especially on weekends. It
wasn't a question of "Do you all want to get together?" It
was always "What are we doing tonight? Where are we eating, etc?”
Obviously we got quite close, familiar and comfortable with each other. Now
let me clarify, our groups' relationships didn't turn into an orgy free-for-all
or anything close to that. There were remote interests of some fooling
around with each other. But mostly, we got to know each other, or likes,
dislikes, fetishes, etc. And one thing that we all shared was a major
interest in tickling. (In college I had some really great experiences...for
me, none same sex however, but I did get victimized a lot once it got out how
deathly ticklish I am).
So it is a Friday night after work. The friend I mentioned above, Bob,
a girl from the group (Sherrie) and I decided to have drinks at a local bar. We
are in a section of town that used to be one of the "strips". There
were a few topless bars, video peep-show stores and even a gay theater in the
area. So we are loosening up after a few martinis (my drink) and Bob
is trying to talk us into checking out the theater, I didn't think I had
any desire to do this, but I was surprised about the curiosity I was developing
as he talked. (However, I needed a mental push). For some reason,
Sherrie was really fascinated, asking a lot of questions, and said, if Bob
could get me to do it, she'd do it.
Bob started jabbing and tickling Sherrie in the side, saying, "C'mon Sherrie,
get Scott (me) to go with us". Sherrie was really working on me
hard. She actually offered that, if I didn't enjoy it at all, she would
submit to an hour of me tying her up and tickling her that night. Well,
that was enough for me, I was in! We grabbed one more drink and left
for the show.
The name of the theater was the "Gayiete"...(cute name huh, they
even featured 24 hour continental breakfasts.... hmm, what do you suppose that
was like?). Yeah, it was smallish; somewhat run down, back then it had
that torn/faded/stained red velvet kind of interior. We found an area
toward the back and left side that was kind of empty so we went over there. There
was a movie playing, with John Holmes (at the time, I was surprised he
went both ways).
Now people, I gotta tell you, I wasn't turned off, but I sure wasn't turned
on either. I was really getting bored, really bored, and Bob and Sherrie
were actually concentrating on the movie. I was starting to feel the
martinis kick in. Back then I could do 4 without any problem, but I was
tired to begin with, it was right after work, and we drank them pretty fast
without any real food. So I figured we were going to be there for a while
and I thought time would pass more quickly if I closed my eyes and maybe even
dosed off. At one point, I even stretched my legs over the (vacant) seat
in front to me...a little awkward in a suite...but it was good not to be sitting
cramped up.
I fell into a deep alcoholic sleep. It was one of those sleeps that as
you start waking, you are realizing how good it is feeling and you don't really
want to wake up. But, as I started to struggle to open my eyes I was
aware of a few sensations:
- I was hearing voices all around me
- It felt like I was getting poked in legs and on my hands
- Most notably, I was in a different position, sitting more upright with legs
stretched out more horizontally in front of me.
My eyes sprung open wide when I realized I couldn't feel my shoes (don't ask
me what made me think about that).
I awoke to find that Bob and Sherrie were still there next to me. So
were three other guys that I never met before.
Sherrie and Bob were tying my wrists to the armrests of my seat with neckties. I
looked at Sherrie to see that she was barelegged and barefoot. Her nylons
were around my ankles. My legs were stretched out, one on each side
of the seat in front of me, stuffed between the backs of the seat in the row
in front. Each ankle was resting on an armrest in the row in front of
me, and Sherrie's nylons had my ankles tied to the armrests (along with some
other neckties). My shoes were gone, my dress socks were still on (for
some reason, I had a quick concern hoping there were no holes in my socks).
I didn't know exactly what was going to happen next, but I was getting a good
idea. Let me say this. Toward the end of the Gayiete's run, they
had developed some security policies, employees walking the aisles from time
to time checking on what was going on in the theater. This was due to
an incident that had happened. Well, what I am about to describe it that
incident, and there were no such measure in place that night. It also
helped that one of these guys was a friend of the owners of the theater.
I was helpless and the guys were all around me. "I started babbling,
wha-wha-what are you going to do... Please let me go.... I am straight, hate
this." They laughed and said I was one of them. One of them
starts stroking the sole of my right stockinged foot. I laughed and yelled
out loud.
They said, "That would never do!” So they pulled off that
sock, made a ball with it, stuck it in my mouth. Sherrie produced a roll
of duct tape from her purse...(gee, is this evening starting to sound like
a set up or what). They wrapped the duct tape twice around my head to
secure the sock in my mouth and then removed my own necktie and tied it around
the duct-tape for effect. While Bob started unbuttoning my shirt (I had
one of those thin tank-top "wife-beater" undershirts on), they removed
my other sock. So there I am, barefoot, gagged, tied to 4 armrests and
my shirt being unbuttoned, surrounded by 4 hungry guys. Sherrie giggled,
put her shoes back on, produced a camera from her pursue, took a picture of
us from the rows in front of us (fortunately it never came out, too dark in
there, though now I wish it had).
So I think to myself, "okay people, great joke, that is embarrassing,
please don't share it with anyone. Now untie me.
That is when Sherrie says, "Bon Appetite, y'all" and turns to leave.
Now I am thinking "Ohmigod! Ohmigod!"
I am not so much worried about actually getting hurt or anything; I was confidant
Bob would be looking out for me.
But I sure as hell didn't want to be violated.
What surprised me was that I was not totally repulsed by the situation. I
knew from college, it was hot being tied up and helpless in a same situation. But
it was really, really hot being tied up and helpless in a situation where I
am surrounded by a group that "really, really wants me!" I
was actually starting to get aroused.
The only thing I was really worried about was HIV. This was at the time
that the epidemic was becoming publicly known, and I was sharing in all of
the misconceptions and panic scares that the general public was.
Then it started, one guy in each of the seats in the row in front of me,
one guy on each side. I was simultaneously tickled on each side and on
the soles of my feet. The side tickling was getting to me a bit, but
I have to say I have two spots that I call death spots! Obviously one
of them is going to be the soles of my feet. I couldn't believe
how intense it was. I was bucking wildly and actually loosening up my
ankle ties...stretching the fabric. I couldn't stand even being touched
on my soles. So they took what was left of the duct tape (there was way
too much left) and taped my legs to the armrest "mummy-splint style” and
my arms the same way.
The tickling resumed, for the most part the foot tickling was light and very
teasing to the point where it gave me goose bumps. I was shocked
that I really started getting aroused to the point where I could feel my
pants zipper on the head of my cock and it felt like it was hurting me,
almost pinching me. One of the ticklers next to me brushed me and it
almost felt like a relief. The feeling of arousal was a distraction
from the foot tickling, but it started getting to the point where I was jumping
back and forth between feeling my feet and my cock.
Well it quickly became evident to the guys at my sides that there side tickling
was losing effect. So they demanded the guys at my feet switch places
with them. Then, one of them started really rough with my feet, a totally
different feeling, using a nailbrush he pulled out of his pocket. That
sent waves of ticklish panic through me. Bob, the other one, starting
licking my soles and between my toes. I could feel my eyes rolling back
in my head, getting a bit panicky, I even remember silently praying, "please
let me survive this". Then they pulled out a travel size bottle
of baby oil and spread it on my feet, which made the tickling twice as bad. I
am thinking? "Did these guys bring a supply bag with them?"
By the way, I was babbling non-stop under by gag while this is all going on,
and I am getting major perspiration happening. My feeling of arousal
keeps growing as well, "when will it stop?"
Then, to my horror, one of them grabs my bulging cock though my pants and says,
hmm, he is almost done (I didn't realize I was a cake in the oven). But
they want to take me over the edge. One of them reaches under my undershirt
and starts playing with my nipples. I hate that; I really do, even to
this day. But for some reason it is having an immediate effect on my
erection, and I am starting to get brief flashes of that numb feeling. The
other one starts teasing my neck..."Ohmigod, ohmigod OHMIGOD"....
that is my other death spot and I have never been tickled on me feet and neck
at the same time.
I am now crying, panicked yet the same time totally loving this. I can't
understand how anyone can have these feelings at once. I do know one
thing, "please don't let these guys touch me, please don't let them touch
me". I have never been touched by a guy before. I am straight,
and couldn't even conceive of that.
So now the boys with the supply bag at my feet produce two feathers. They
start teasing my soles. Surprisingly, after all the tickling I have had
to endure, it doesn't get to me at all...that is until they start running the
feather between my toes and using the quills on my soles. At this point
I am almost now incoherent, a complete pool of sweat and all I can do is scream
under my gag...but that is wearing me out and I am really weak now.
I also now notice that our little show has gotten quite a crowd, there is a
group watching us, and a number of them are stealing tickles on me as well.
One of the side ticklers now calls down to Bob and wants a feather, so he produces
a third feather for my neck. Okay, the quills on my soles and the feather
on my neck are now making me go insane, I am wondering if I am going to have
a heart attack or something.
Then I am blindfolded in addition to being gagged and I feel what I knew was
going to happen at some point. I feel a hand reach down and unzip my
pants and pull my cock out. I couldn't see it, but it felt more elongated
than I have ever experienced and it was really, really sensitive. I reasoned
that I ought to be embarrassed and horrified, but I wasn't. After everything
I had been through I now had lost all my inhibitions. The fact that I
was tied up and helpless, in public with this group was the hottest thing I'd
every go through in my life.
And I needed to cum soooo bad. I wanted to cum soooo bad. I knew if I
did, then I'd relax, enjoy it tremendously, and all this intensity I was
feeling would stop...I'd be so relaxed I probably wouldn't even be ticklish
anymore.
I had never been touched by a guy before but here goes. And I find that
I love it. But the guy working my cock is really having a difficult time for
some reason pulling it clear from my pants. He tried to stroke me, but
he can't really get all of my shaft and I know he is getting frustrated...I
am actually having feelings at this point where I am afraid he will stop and
won't continue.
To my surprise...
He and another guy unbuckle my dress pants and pull them down to my mid-thighs. My
exposed ass is now sitting directly on the theater chair seat and the fabric
is sticking to my cheeks...really weird. Now I am really feeling naked,
helpless and totally in the power of a group of gay guys and I really love
it.
I feel one hand on my shaft and another hand tickling the head of my cock
with a feather. The feather is somewhat of an annoyance, but I need,
I want, I love the shaft hand stroking me. My hips are undulating in
time with the shaft hand.
Then dammit the teasing starts...why does there have to be teasing? I
get so close to the edge and then they shut me off my squeezing the head while
lifting my balls. It happens twice. My cock is now getting a mind
of its own. I have no control, I am now just along for the ride.
When they try to tease me the third time, they can't stop me and they see I
am going to shoot. So I feel two hands on my cock (I never thought I
was the type that was big enough for two hands) really stressing me. I
explode but they keep working me.... I never felt an orgasm last more than
15 seconds at the most...
But now I see, to my horror what is happening to me
As I cum, one guy now has my dick really stretched out and the other one is
dragging his fingernail teasingly across the head,
I can feel myself straining to emit the cum.
But the feeling is beyond anything I have ever imagined. It is not fun. It
is intense. It is definitely tickling, but it feels as intense as a dentist
hitting a nerve in your tooth. I am now totally panicking, it has been
like 30 seconds and I can't take a second longer.
They finally let go of my cock and I feel the foot tickling again. It
is 10 times worse than it was before. I am out of breath about to pass
out. I feel my cum run down my crotch onto the theater seat.
Then a hand grabs me by my hair and pulls my head back exposing my neck. I
feel teasing on my neck. Then a voice, Bob's voice whispers to me...
Scott, I want you to come back with me to Tony's house. He has his basement
set up for you (yes...he has a dungeon) and we want to play with you. Either
agree to come, or we will stay here and repeat what we just did to you no matter
how long it takes.
I just knew I couldn’t stay there like this, any longer. I was
so uncomfortable from struggling in that seat. My legs were cramping a bit. Anything,
anything would be better than this. I agreed.
So they untied me, but kept me gagged. Then they tied my wrists behind
my back. Since (it was Tony who was friend's with the owners) they had
the run of the place, the four of them led me out via the back of the theater
to a car (large sedan) they had waiting for me. Yes I was still barefoot,
and my feet were sore from the tickling. You can imagine how great it
is to be walking barefoot in an alley. Bruce and another sat in the backseat. They
laid me face up across their laps with my calves and bare feet hanging out
the window.
As the car sped away, I felt hands unzip my zipper.
What happened next is another story...
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