The Match
by TicklishGuy8

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Jeff couldn't believe his eyes when he opened his mail and saw the invitation. He was a freshman, just at the college for less than two weeks, and here was an invitation to pledge for one of the most prestigious fraternities at the University, the legendary Tae Kappa Lambda Delta! The only thing that tarnished the luster, and then only slightly, was that his roommate, Ralph, had received one, too. But Ralph was a nice guy, a bit nerdy, but really nice, so he rationalized that it was actually a good thing. After all, now he would know at least one Pledge right off the bat!

Being selected by Tae Kappa Lambda Delta, or as it was better known, T.K.L.D., was an incredible honor. The mere fact that it was actually by written invitation only showed how classy they were. After all, all the other frats simply broke into your room at night, grabbed you out of bed, and dragged you, in your undershorts (or less) to the frat house, where there was some good natured hazing like scrubbing the floors with a toothbrush, wearing nothing but a jock strap, etc.. Here, T.K.L.D. was inviting Jeff and Ralph to their 'Main Event".

The invitation was specific in that they should dress casual, as they would be given 'appropriate attire' at the frat house. Jeff still didn't want to take any chances, so he wore his A&F polo shirt, khaki pants, and thin white dress socks with his high top sneakers. Ralph did his typical nerd thing and insisted on wearing a suit, black dress socks, and black loafers.

The invitation told them to be at the frat House precisely at 8, so they were out of their dorm room at 7:30, and made sure they were at the door of T.K.L.D. at 7:50 sharp. The door was open by a gorgeous hunk in a yellow golf shirt, A&F jeans, and sandals that exposed the most beautiful pair of size 9 E feet Jeff had ever seen. His hair was jet black, and his green eyes shown like emeralds set in that handsome, rugged face.

"Hi! I'm Richard Antony, Rush Chairman. Who the hell are you?", he said, as he extended his hand to first Jeff, then Ralph, a big smile sprawled across his face. The boys introduced themselves, and Rich ushered them into the Frat House. It was MAGNIFICENT!

Before I go too far, I should let you know that Jeff was gay, somewhat closeted, but definitely gay, and he had always had a foot fetish. One of his favorite pass times when he was growing up was to wrestle with his younger cousins, pin them down, bare their feet, and tickle torture them for long periods of time. He loved looking at men's feet, and even found Ralph's size 8's cute. He had even discovered that Ralph was ticklish, and had tickled him for a few minutes two days after Ralph arrived at their shared apartment. Ralph was very ticklish, and wasn't too crazy about being tickled, so Jeff had left him alone after his discovery, even though it was killing him to have a roomie who was as ticklish on his feet as Ralph was, and, most importantly, one who Jeff could easily overpower. Ralph never went barefoot in the apartment, though, so that at least made the temptation bearable. The downside was Ralph was openly gay, and Jeff could tell that Ralph had already developed a bit of a crush on him, so stripping him and tickling him silly is probably something Ralph would have longed for, except that Jeff still had, as mentioned, one foot in the closet.

"How do you like our little place?", asked Rich as he escorted them into the main hall, replete with crystal chandelier, walls draped in with tapas tries, and two marble spiral staircases leading to the upper rooms. "Outstanding!", declared Jeff, while Ralph just stood there, looking up with his mouth wide open. Jeff nudged him back into reality, and Ralph quickly said, "Breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking!". Jeff rolled his eyes and though, "Super Nerd strikes again!". Fortunately, Rich didn't seem to be fazed, and proceeded to take them through the main hall and introduced them to all the Brothers, who were all very warm and accommodating, but seemed to be hiding something that Jeff just couldn't put his finger on.

The two young men ate, drank, and chatted with their new found friends for over two hours. Suddenly, the room went silent, and as Ralph and Jeff looked around nervously, Rich whispered to them, "The newly elected Grand Master, the name we affectionately use for our illustrious Frat President, is about to arrive."

Suddenly trumpets blared, and a Brother in a black suit, white shirt, and black tie stood at attention and announced, "His Excellency is due, to take his station, beginning his new, administration. He'll make his appearance when, the clock on the wall strikes ten!". At that, the large clock on the wall struck ten, and the gongs on it rang ten times. No sooner had the tenth ring faded away than a tall, exceedingly handsome young man with blue eyes, blond hair, and a solid frame came down the stairs. The most striking thing about him, besides his great looks, was the fact that he was dressed in purple robes that were reminiscent of a Roman Emperors dress!

The Brother in the black suit shouted, "All hail His Imperial Excellency, Gregory T. Lantz III, President of Tae Kappa Lambda Delta!", at which all the Brothers bowed in the direction of their President. Having no clue as to what was happening, Jeff and Ralph followed the lead of Rich, and bowed low.

No sooner had all this pomp and circumstance started than it abruptly ended, and everyone went back to their food, drink, and conversations. Greg walked briskly over to Rich and said, "Are these our two new vict....er, I mean, Pledges?", "You got it, boss." responded Rich, who proceeded to introduce the boys to the Frat President.

"I hope you can forgive all the theatrics.", said Greg, "T.K.L.D. is a very old Fraternity, and it's hard to shake tradition. Now, you want to be our newest Pledges?". "Yes!' said Jeff, immediately regretting the excitement in his voice. Ralph just stood there in awe, and it took another jab to his ribs from Jeff to get him to answer, "Yes, oh yes indeed.". Jeff again rolled his eyes. "Great! We need new blood. The pickings have been slim this year, and you two will be our last two members for the year, assuming you pass your test, of course." Jeff expected this, even knowing that T.K.L.D. was the most respected Frat in the state, if not the whole east coast. Ralph, on the other hand, seemed a bit put back, "Test? What kind of 'test' are you talking about?", he asked nervously. "Nothing outrageous.", said Rich, "We're not going to paddle you while you say 'Sir, Can I have another!', or anything as vulgar as that. Just a little wrestling match, that's all.". Both Jeff and Ralph's eyes widened at that.

"You see,", continued Greg, "we have this thing about ancient Rome, and so we use a simple Greco-Roman type wrestling match in front of a few of the Brothers as a test of your worthiness. Not to mention the fact that it gives us a bit of fun and entertainment. All harmless, of course.". This seemed to ease Jeff's concerns, but Ralph remained a bit dubious. "When is this 'wrestling match' supposed to take place?" he asked, a bit of nervous perspiration forming on his brow. "You both ready now?", asked Rich. Jeff's eyes widened, while Ralph nearly fainted. "Now?!?", they both said simultaneously. "No time like the present!", added Greg, "Let's get you both down to the dressing room and get you ready!".

Neither Jeff nor Ralph could believe their ears. "We're really not dressed for wrestling." said Jeff, hoping for a postponement. "Nonsense! We're talking Greco-Roman wrestling here, so we don't use those silly and uncomfortable singlets. We have boxer shorts downstairs for you to wear. You can wear your sneaks and socks," added Rich, looking at Jeff, "but I'm afraid those shoes won't work. No problem, you can just go barefoot." he said, addressing Ralph. "I really don't like going barefoot." said Ralph nervously. "You DO want to pledge to T.K.L.D., don't you, Ralph?" asked Greg. "Yes, of course. But I didn't expect to have to strip to join, at least not tonight.". "Again, no time like the present!", said Greg, in an almost sing song type voice. Ralph relented, and Jeff almost wished he had not. It would have given him the opportunity to try to bow out until he could think things over a bit. But if nerdy Ralph was in, how could he refuse? So they followed Rich down the stairs.

The locker room they were led to was large, well lighted, and immaculate. There was a pile of folded clean boxer shorts stacked on a table at the end of the room. with a pile of new jock straps still in their boxes next to them. "Want to make sure our Pledges are safe!", said Rich, as he showed them to their respective lockers. They each chose a pair of shorts, Jeff taking a pair of blue silk shorts that felt great on his skin when he slipped them on after stripping naked and getting into a jock strap. Ralph chose a simple pair of white cotton shorts, and seemed really uncomfortable with getting naked in front of Jeff and Rich. Even in their apartment, Ralph had never been naked in front of Jeff. In fact, this was the first time in two weeks that Jeff had even seen Ralph shirtless! However, he did what was expected, and removed his cloths and put on the jock and shorts.
What surprised Jeff was that, seeing Ralph without his glasses and stripped down to nothing but shorts, he didn't look anywhere near as nerdy as Jeff had originally thought. In fact, he almost looked hot! Ralph also had problems taking his eyes off of Jeff as he disrobed, and was constantly forced to look down and avert his gaze from Jeff's smooth chest with its flat stomach, strong swimmers legs, and nice, sleek feet, which were in their socks as he took off his pants and underwear to put on his jock and shorts.

As far as Rich seemed to be concerned, though, Jeff appeared to be the hotter number, as Jeff defiantly noticed that Rich did not take his eyes off of him as he stripped, and seemed to have a lot of questions and delaying tactics to keep Jeff from putting on the jock strap and shorts as long as he could get away with it.

When both young men were dressed in their shorts, with Jeff wearing his blue shorts, white socks and sneakers, and Ralph in his white shorts and bare size 8's with cute little 'peasant toes' (that's where the the length of the toes goes down progressively from the big to the pinkie toe, as compared to Jeff's 'royal toes', where the second toe is longer than the big toe), Rich looked them both over approvingly and said, "Ralphie boy, you're up first. Let's get you in the ring!". With that he led Ralph out of the locker room, leaving Jeff alone to think about his situation.

Hours passed, and Jeff couldn't hear or see a thing. Rich had closed the door behind him, and Jeff didn't dare go over to see if it was locked or not. The room appeared to be soundproof, as he heard absolutely nothing from anywhere. All there was was silence, with him sitting on the bench, shirtless, in shorts, waiting to see what was on the other side of the door. "How long can a wrestling match last?" thought Jeff, "Especially for Ralph!! I mean, he's not a bad looking dude when the cloths come off, but he still IS a nerd, and how long could he possibly last up against someone who is any kind of a jock?". No sooner did the thought complete itself in his mind than the door opened and Rich walked in. "The little fella lasted longer than we thought he would.", Rich announced, "Real scrapper underneath those glasses and that godawful haircut. Well, it's your turn, stud!", and he gestured to Jeff to follow him out the door. Jeff took a deep breath, and followed Rich's lead.

The door led to a long hallway, which came out in a surprising large forum, which was packed with at least 100 young frat men, all shouting and whooping it up. Their cries increased considerably when they saw Jeff, cheering and shouting things that Jeff could hardly understand. He followed rich down a lane and was awed when he saw that it ended at a full, regulation sized wrestling ring, fully roped and matted. Jeff went up to the ring, and Rich gestured to him to climb in, which he did. When he got inside, his heart jumped up into his throat. He saw Ralph laying on a cot on the other side of the arena. He was obviously unconscious, but more frighteningly was that fact that he had an almost insane grin on his face, and, even unconscious, he was twitching and jerking, and giggling somewhat. Also, he was butt naked. then Jeff then looked at the other corner of the ring, and his heart dropped down into his stomach. He saw his opponent.

The figure on the other side of the ring stood 6' 2", had to weigh at least 230 lbs. of pure muscle, and was wearing nothing but a pair of red brief type shorts, and a mask over his head. The mask had flames painted on the cheeks, coming up past the ears. there were two holes for the eyes, which were deep set, brown, and looked pure evil. There were two more small holes, one each for the mouth and nose, and on the forehead, thee were two horns painted on the mask. They were done so well that the 3D effect made them look like they were coming out of the guys head. His bare chest was massive, with huge biceps and triceps, firm six pack abs, and powerful legs that ended in feet that had to be a size 14, if they were an inch. This was a bull, not a man.

Jeff looked at Rich and protested, "This guy's going to KILL me! I can't wrestle him! What the Hell did he do to poor Ralph?". "Ralph stayed with him for a good two hours, before he blanked out.", answered Rich, "You'll be fine. At least I THINK you'll be fine. You DO want to pledge to T.K.L.D., don't you? Turn back now and, not only will you be out of this frat, you won't be able to show your face ANYWHERE on campus, or in town for that matter. Your college career will end before it gets started. Make up you mind. NOW!". Jeff looked at Rich, and knew he was not kidding. Then he looked at his opponent. "Well, what's the worst he will do, put me in a sleeper hold after he throws me around the ring for a while?", thought Jeff, "What do I have to lose. Except my life!". With that, he took a deep breath and stepped out into the ring.

As Jeff took his first steps out, his opponent gave out a loud cry and came charging out at him. Jeff turned white at the sight of this bull charging him, and tried to turn and run. Too late. A massive left arm was around him immediately, and before he could even react, the arm was up under his left armpit, around the back of his neck, and took hold of his right arm, raising it up, so that the guy had both of his arms raised and immobilized, and had done so with one arm! Jeff struggled as hard as he could, but this smooth bear wasn't being moved an inch.

After a few moments of struggling, Jeff realized his predicament, and went limp, "Maybe the guy will have pity on me and end this quick.", he thought. He was wrong. Sensing that his prey was tired out already, the giant held his right hand in front of Jeff's face, and what he started to do sent chills running up and down Jeff's spine. He began to wiggle his fingers! "NO! Please! Not THAT! Anything but THAT!", begged Jeff as the wiggling fingers began to descend down toward Jeff's belly. "What's the matter, Meat? Ticklish?", said the monster. "I think I'm gonna tickle you 12 shades of pink, and that'll be for starters!". "No! Please! I can't STAND being tickled. Please, don't TICKLE me!" pleaded Jeff. "Kitchy, kitchy, coo!", said the man mountain, "I'm gonna tickle your belly pink. Ever had a Pink Belly? I give 'em by tickling my victims belly until it turns just the right shade of pink!", he taunted, as he wiggled his fingers just above Jeff's bare belly, right over his fully exposed 'outy' belly button.

Jeff could feel the breeze caused by the wiggling fingers, but they had yet to come in contact with his bare skin. It didn't matter, as Jeff began to feel himself losing it, and, as his mind imagined the damage those fingers were going to do when they finally DID make contact, he began to giggle involuntarily. "What's the matter, Meat? Ticking yourself already? I'll give ya something to laugh about. Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!", the Brut taunted, "Kitchy, kitchy, coo! Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle! Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy!". Hearing this monster taunt him like he was a child was having its desired effect. He wasn't touched yet, but Jeff was now laughing out load! "Please, heeheeheehee! Don't TICKLE me! haahaahaahaa! PLHEEHEEHEESE!". Then it happened. CONTACT! And Jeff's laughter rose 10 octaves.

The teasing was bad enough, but now that his opponent was actually tickling Jeff's belly, he was going insane with laughter. The psychological attack had taken its toll, and the physical tickling he was now being forced to endure was driving him crazy.Jeff roared with laughter as the Brut's fingers wiggled all over Jeff's flat stomach muscles. he went nuts when the wrestlers index finger buried itself inside his bell button and began to devastate him. He tried desperately to break free from the monsters grip, but it was useless. All the fight had already been tickled out of him. Jeff was doomed, and he knew it.

"Didn't really notice what the initials of the Frat spelled, did ya, Meat? Didn't put it all together that TKLD sounds just like TICKLED!?!, Just like....THIS!', and with that the ox began to jump from lower side to lower side, tickling the tender flesh of Jeff's waist and sides just above the hips. And Jeff howled with laughter, as this was the most ticklish part of his upper body. "STOP!HAAHAAHAAHAA! PLEASE, STHAAHAAHAAHAAP! I can't HAAHAAHAA STAND it! HEEHEEHEEHEE!" cried Jeff, in vain. "Stop?', continued his tormentor, "I haven't even BEGUN tickling you. I'm gonna give you the tickling of your life! It'll last for HOURS, and this is just the 'warm up', Meat!".
'Meat'. Now Jeff had a new nickname, and he hated it. But not as much as he hated the tickling he was getting. "Help me! HEEHEEHEE! Please, someone, HELP MEHEEHEEHEEHEE!", but the tickling just kept on coming. Now the guy was was running his fingers up and down Jeff's sides, counting his ribs on the right side, then repeating the process on the left. Over and over, again and again. And Jeff wanted to die. He couldn't believe how such a monster could possibly have such talent as a tickler, but the guy was an expert. He seemed to know instinctively how to best tickle each spot on Jeff's bare torso, and the fact that his torso was bare was making the tickling even worse.

"Should introduce myself, Meat", continued his opponent, "I'm the Tormentor, and I'm gonna torment you with tickling all night! Have some ticklish pits here? Let's see.". "NOOOO!" shouted Jeff, "Not the pits! HEEHEEHEE! Oh.no, HOOHOOHOOHOO! Not my PITS! HEEHEEHEEHEE!", but the tormentors expert fingers were already in his left armpit, and doing their work more than well.

With his arms pinned up above his head by the Tormentors hold, with no hope of breaking his iron grip, there wasn't a thing Jeff could do to protect either exposed naked armpit, and the Tormentor was casually playing with his pits, jumping from one to the other, burying ll five fingers into one pit, torturing it for a while, then shooting over to the other side to lovingly torture the other pit. After at least 15 minutes of this torture, the Tormentor whispered in Jeff's ear, "Ready for the Pit and Tit treatment? Better be, 'cause that's what you're gonna get, NOW!". with that he changed his tactics. he tickled Jeff's left pit for about two minutes, then he jumped to Jeff's left nipple, lightly brushing his fingers over the sensitive skin so softly that Jeff thought his tit was being tickled with a feather, and he screamed with laughter. Worse yet, the stirring he was feeling in his groin since the tickle attack had started almost an hour ago was now a raging hard on, and there was nothing he could do about it but laugh. "PLEASE! HAAHAAHAAHAA! STHAP! You're KILLING MHEEHEEHEE! I'm goin' INSANE!HEEHEEHEEHAAHAAHAAHOOHOOHOO! You GOTTA STHAAHAAHAAP!", begged Jeff, with no luck at all!

The Tormentor kept up the Pit and Tit Treatment on poor Jeff for another 15 minutes, then he felt that Jeff was done, and was slipping down. Getting sick of holding his victim up, and wanting to try something new, the Tormentor allowed Jeff to fall to the mat on his chest, just as he wanted. It was now time for Stage 2!

The wrestler and professional tickler let his prey lay out on the mat. As Jeff began to catch his breath, he was still laughing involuntarily from over an hour of tickle torment on his upper body. Then he felt it. The Tormentor was now straddling him, sitting just above his butt, holding Jeff down on the mat with his strong, massive thighs. "Let's see if your back is ticklish, Meat. Might try a little ass tickling while I'm at it, too!", he announced. "NO! Not my ass! Don't tickle me any more! Please! No more! I can't take it! NHOOHOOHOOHOO!" cried Jeff, but to no avail, as the Tormentor was now running the fingertips of both hands up and down Jeff's naked back, tickling every sensitive inch of his back. He started at Jeff's shoulders, and brought his hands down so every finger was stroking the naked skin of Jeff's back, from his spine to the ribs on either side, and the tickling sensations were driving Jeff mad. To make it worse, the Tormentor pushed Jeff's shorts down when he got to the base of his back so the top of his ass crack was exposed, and the damnable tickler was wiggling his fingers on the sides of the top of his ass every time they got down there.

Jeff was slowly losing his mind, not just from the tickling, but also from the sensual arousal he was getting, first from the tickling of his tits, and now from the ass tickling he was experiencing. with his swollen cock pressed down on the mat, Jeff thought he would explode any minute. Or at least he would have thought that if he could ever get his mind off of the torturous tickling of his back and ass. None of this was lost on his enemy, by the way.

Realizing that he had had his victim totally aroused, the Tormentor decided it was time to put the squeeze on his prey. He had already tickled Jeff for over an hour and a half, non-stop. Now he wanted to REALLY tickle his prize.

With this in mind, the Tormentor got up off of Jeff, but only to turn around so that he was facing his captives feet. Jeff began to again recover from his torture, and when he felt the Tormentor grab his ankles and lift them up, crossing the ankles so they were locked and immovable, especially as his torturer had locked his thighs around Jeff's knees so he couldn't move his legs, Jeff knew what was coming, and he screamed, "NOOOO! Not THAT! Not my FEET! Anything but that!

ANYTHING but my FEET!". As the Tormentor began to unlace Jeff's left shoe, he cried defiantly, "Don't you take off my shoes! Don't you DARE take off my shoes!". This quickly changed to pleas of "Please don't take off my shoes! I beg you, PLEASE don't take off my shoes!". "Sounds like someone might be a bit ticklish on his feet', teased the Tormentor. "I'm not just gonna take off your shoes, I'm taking off your SOCKS , too!", to which Jeff screamed,"NOO! Not my BARE feet! Please, don't do it! Don't tickle my feet! Please. have mercy on me! Don't tickle my BARE FEET! Not my BARE feet!", but it was too late, both shoes were off, and, as he slipped off the left sock, he ran two fingers slooowly up the bare foot flesh as it was being exposed. And Jeff cried a cry of the doomed, "HEEHEEHEEHEE! NOONOONOONONO! DON'TTICKLEMYFEET! NOTMYFEET! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAAHAAHAAHAA!" But the Tormentor did bare both of Jeff's feet, Then he began to tickle Jeff's feet. Mercilessly. "You do have ticklish feet, Meat! tell me where you're the most ticklish! Tell me, or I'll find out for myself, and you'll get it even worse than you're gonna!". he threatened. Jeff tried to talk between his screaming laughter, "On theeheehee thoohoohoees! I'm most THEEHEECKLISH ON MHAAHAAHAAY THOOHOOHOOES! Please, haahaave MERCY! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!". "On the toes, eh. O.K., Meat, I'll give your toes a break, For a minute or two, anyway!", said the sadistic torturer.

He did give Jeff's toes a break from tickling for a few minutes, concentrating instead on all the other parts of Jeff's super ticklish bare feet. With the ankles crossed, and the Tormentors thighs holding Jeff's legs together, the soles of Jeff's bare feet were right next to each other, and directly in front of the torturer, so he had no problem tickling both feet at once. He tortured the soles, first lightly fluttering his finger tips so it felt as if Jeff was being tickled by a handful of stiff feathers. Then he tried lightly scratching the heels, and was please with the way Jeff howled with laughter from both attacks. Next he tried the tops of Jeff's feet, and was delighted to learn that Jeff was ticklish there, too. He played with Jeff's sensitive bare feet for over an hour when he announced, "Time to work on those tosies!". Jeff, who was now nothing more than a hysterical blob of jelly, rallied every ounce of strength he still had to shout, "NOONOONOONOO! PLEASE! You PROMISED! Not my THOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOES!", but it was too lat; the toe tickling had begun.

To add insult to injury, the tormentor, whose own bare feet were on either side of Jeff's lower sides, by his waist, now put his bare toes up against Jeff's bare skin and began to wiggle his toes on Jeff's sides, tickling his most ticklish upper body area as he was tickling the most ticklish spot on Jeff's entire body, all ten of his bare toes. "Like the Four way Tickle, Meat? Say you like it, or I'll keep this up all night!", he threatened. "HAAHAAHAAIE like HEEHEEHEET! PLHEEHEESE! I like heet! HEEHEEHEEHEE! MHEEHEERCY! I LIKE HEEHEEHEET!", screamed Jeff, in total ticklish Hell.

The crowd, who was loving every minute of Jeff's two and a half hour ordeal, now realized what their champion did, that Jeff, who had a raging hard on throughout this torture, was now going to explode or pass out. So they began to chant, "FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM!", and the Tormentor heard their cries. He stopped tickling Jeff's sides and toes, and began to just glide his index fingers up and down the soles of both of Jeff's bare feet. He then turned to him and asked, very softly, "Ya give?", to which Jeff yelled "Yes! HAAHAAHAA! I SURRENDER! HEEHEEHEE! I GIVE UP! I GHEEHEEVE HAAHAAP!", "Sat 'Uncle'!", the Brut teased. "UNCLE! HEEHEEHEE HUUNCLE! I give up! YOU WIN! HAAHAAHAA! I CAN'T STHAAHAAHAAND IT ANYMHOOHOOHOORE! I SURRENDER! UNCLE! HAAHAAHAA! NHOOHOO MHOOHOORE! I GIVE UP! HAAHAAHAA!", Jeff plead. The Tormentor was, yet again, victorious!

"Congratulations, Meat.", he continued, not letting up on the sole tickling he was giving poor Jeff, "You're buddy was done an hour ago when I did him. Now, beg me to strip you naked, and i MIGHT stop.". Jeff was long ago stripped of all dignity by what the Tormentor had done to him before all his prospective Frat Brothers, so he quickly relented and said, "PLHEEHEESE STRIP ME! STRIP MHEEHEE NAKED! HAAHAAHAA! STRIP ME NHAAHAAKED NHOOHOOW! PLHEEHEESE!! I BEG you, STRHEEHEEP HEEHEE NHAAHAAKED!".

Triumphantly, the Tormentor took hold of Jeff's ankles, lifted him up so only the small of his back was still on the mat. then, with one hand he grabbed hold of the waistband of Jeff's shorts, along with the waistband of his jock strap, and in one motion pulled them both down, over his victims buttocks, his knees, over his legs and feet, and right off his body, so Jeff was now, like Ralph, butt naked before the world. But there was one unexpected side affect. Jeff had been so aroused by all the tickling that his cock was bloated to the point of exploding with pent up cum, and when the jock strap material stroked his swollen member on its path off his body, it provided just enough friction to allow Jeff to let loose the orgasm that had bee staining to get out for the last three hours. Jeff shot his load clear across the mat. Upon seeing this, the crowd shouted out "MILK HIM! MILK HIM! MILK HIM!", and the Tormentor, always ready to satisfy his audience, proceeded to jerk Jeff off with one hand, while he held his naked victim upside down with the other. At this point, though, Jeff didn't care. All he was interested in was discharging all that pent up cum, which he did, and he fell into the greatest state of ecstasy he had ever experienced in his life. Then, mercifully, he fainted.

The next thing Jeff felt was cold water splashing down on his naked body. He jumped up and yelped, and was surprised to hear a like cry coming from his right. He turned to see Ralph, also naked, jumping to his feet next to him. That's when they both heard the laughter coming from the door of the shower room that they were in. They turned and saw Greg, Rich, and eight other Brothers standing there, and to their surprise, they were all taking off their cloths! "You guys were GREAT!", said Greg, as he peeled off his shirt. "One more test, and you are both SO in!", continued Rich, taking off his silk briefs to expose his rock hard member. In fact, all ten were now naked, and all ten had raging hard INS!

Suddenly an eleventh figure joined the group. It was a familiar figure to both Jeff and Ralph, and a terrifying one. It was the Tormentor, and now all he was wearing was his mask, his own huge member made even bigger by his hard on. Jeff and Ralph looked at the eleven sex crazed nudes standing before them, and they began to shake, despite the fact that the water that was now running on them was warm and soothing. That's when the Tormentor took off his mask, and the young torture victims were stunned. The guy who had just finished tickling them nearly to death, and had publicly humiliated them, not only by the merciless tickling, but by the public milking as well, was none other than the schools stand out All Star defensive tackle, Jeremy Reins, loved by every girl on campus who was not a lesbian, and every gay guy in the state!

"Last test guys.", said Greg, as he and the other guys came into the shower and lined up, with Jeremy i the middle, Greg on his right, Rich on his left, and the other eight guys going four and for on either side, so there were five guys on each side of Jeremy. "Here are the rules. You guys have to start on either end of the line, and the object is to give each of us a blow job until you get to Jeremy. The guy who gets Jeremy off wins, and gets to join us in tickling the loser to orgasm, then tickling him for an hour after he cums. Do it, and you are both in.".

Jeff and Ralph looked at each other, then looked at the eleven gorgeous hunks lined up in front of them, all with their raging, beautifully hard dicks sticking out and waiting. Then Jeff smiled, "Beat ya to the middle!", he declared, and they were both off to either end, on their knees, "Let the sucking begin!", yelled Ralph, and it did. All night. And they were surprised to find out just how ticklish Rich and Greg were, and especially Jeremy, on those big feet of his, and behind those massive balls. "Yes", they both thought, "this is going to be a VERY good year!". But that's another story.