As a Stats Student: F; As a Ticklee: A++
by MarkDavisNelson

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Dell’s heart was beating so fast.

As he sat in front of Dr. Chen’s office, his mind was occupied with anger and disappointment after being caught aiding his classmate, Daniel, to cheat in their last statistics test. The door opened with Daniel’s disheveled expression. “He wants you in now,” he said softly to Dell. Dell, containing his anger to Daniel and showing his submission to their professor, stepped in Dr. Chen’s office. “Let me be straight-forward to you Mr. Hsi,” Dr. Chen said as soon as Dell sat in front of his desk. “You giving Mr. Gonzalez your test for him to submit as his is a grave violation of the school’s strict rules on cheating. Therefore, I am kicking you out of my class and contemplating on recommending your suspension, and possible expulsion, to the disciplinary committee. But this, I may have to think closely about given your great academic record and conduct history. You have been my student for years now and you know that I don’t like being fooled. I brought you to this school and I can send you back easily. I hope you will learn a valuable lesson from this. Now, get out.”

Dell could not believe what the consequence of his desire to get close with Daniel was. Being in trouble, let along being suspended, or even expelled, was not in his nature. He had been a very good student, doing all his work and even surpassing what was expected of him to do. But giving his test to Daniel for him to pass the class was something he really did impulsively. This was because he had been attracted to Daniel since stepping in that class at the beginning of the semester. Daniel was a basketball jock and a skater, standing 6’4’’, dirty blonde hair, athletic body, with a pair of big feet. Daniel was a fusion of Dell’s type in a guy. A skater and a basketball jock? How could he resist? So when Daniel approached Dell for help, he did not hesitate in helping him out. Daniel was desperate in passing the Stats class for failing it would mean losing the basketball scholarship he received at the university. So Dell, along with his love for math and attraction to Daniel, did not think-twice in giving Daniel his test for him to turn in as his.

As Dell stepped out of the office, Daniel approached him, apologizing to him relentlessly. “Hey dude, what did he say to you? I’m really sorry man,” Daniel said as soon as Dell stepped out. “Possible suspension or expulsion Daniel,” Dell replied. “Crap, I didn’t expect this to happen Daniel. What am I gonna say to my parents?” Dell lamented. “I don’t know man, I lost my scholarship and I’m getting kicked out,” Daniel replied. Daniel was very apologetic as he knew that this was a very serious situation for Dell, and that he was willing to do anything given that everything was his fault. Dell was just being nice to Daniel and it was unfair for him to be punished like that for his faults. “Hey, please let me buy you a drink man, please let me know how I can make this up to you.”

As soon as Daniel said this, Dell saw, yet again, another opportunity to get a hold of Daniel even after getting kicked out of the class or even the school. And this time, however, he had the power to demand Daniel whatever he wanted. Dell had been fantasizing about Daniel’s big socked athletic feet. As a short Asian kid, Dell had been fantasizing of being in the control of a tall, mascular American jock he always saw on t.v. while growing up in Asia. He had been wanting to approach a skater or a jock, slip their shoes off of their socked feet and inhale the aroma of the manly sweat emanating from their shoe, and hold their moist and warm socked feet and press them on his face. He had always fantasized tying up a guy spread-eagle, real tight, and tickle torturing him. Their, sometimes, cocky attitude and testosterone-filled spirit attracted Dell significantly. And so, Dell loved the relentless laugh of a straight guy as he loved the idea of them being under his mercy during a tickle torture. And so, as he realized that Daniel actually owed him something, Dell grabbed the opportunity and decided to take control of the situation. Plagued by the recently developed circumstances of his possible expulsion from the school, Dell saw an opportunity to compensate for this wretched situation in the expense of the hysterical laughter that would soon emanate from Daniel’s misery as he would be tied up securely and be under Dell’s mercy. All he had to do was to relate to Daniel that he was the aggrieved party so Daniel would feel really sorry for him and would do anything that Dell might ask of him. Dell’s fantasy of Daniel being tortured by him was halted as he heard Daniel’s voice.

“Yo dude you there? Let’s go to my dorm and get something to drink. I need to figure out my situation and yea, I think you need to do that too,” Daniel said.

Dell entered Daniel’s dorm room, and observed it as haphazard-- a typical room inhabited by two twenty-year old college students. But the thing that struck Dell the most were the dirty socks on the floor. Dell’s mind started to wander once again as he saw the dirty socks. He wanted to pick them up and just press them against his nose. He imagined Daniel’s socked-feet being on his face. “Sorry man for the mess,” Daniel said breaking off Dell’s ongoing fantasy. “My roommate has a class right now; we can stay here. Here you go bro, something to cool you off.” As Dell reached for the beer, he started to think of how to convince Daniel to do him a “tickling” favor.

Dell knew that in two days, some friends from his school in Asia would be visiting the U.S. for a school trip. Dell’s friends and him have something in common. In, Asia, they all held a common ground, they all had a fetish for feet and tickling. And initially, Dell wanted to gather these friends to catch up but now, after the current developments, he now had something in mind. Instead of throwing his special friends a boring, typical party, he conceived an idea of organizing a tickling party. This, he thought, was to be a special welcoming gift to his special club. Given that he now had an upper hand on Daniel, Dell decided to ask if Daniel could be the tickle-torture victim. But Dell had no idea how to approach Daniel with this idea. Daniel was obviously the straight, macho type of guy. There was no way he was going to agree to Dell’s condition for compensation even given his feeling of guilt towards getting Dell in trouble. So, Dell decided to just use a white lie on Daniel.

“Hey bro,” said Daniel interrupting Dell’s thinking. “I’m really sorry about what happened. I didn’t know he was going to be able to catch us. My dad is gonna flip and he might kick me out of the house for sure. I don’t know man, I just hope I could do something to convince Dr. Chen to let this one go. He said he was going to report me on Monday so I have two days to try to convince him not to.”

“Yea, I get you,” Dell muttered as he tried to convey his worrying for his suspension or expulsion to Daniel. “Im really sorry man for what happened, please let me know if you need something that I can do to make up for this,” Daniel said as he saw Dell’s preoccupation from, what he thought, the incident.

“It’s ok Daniel,” Dell replied. “Forget it man, I think everything is going to be alright. We’ll figure something out.” Dell paused and then somewhat hesitantly asked Daniel coming up with his white lie: “Uhhhmm, yea, I have this assignment about reflexology. I just need a test subject to perform experiments on,” Dell said nervously but kept his cool as he did not want Daniel to be suspicious. “And you need me to be your subject?” Daniel asked. Dell nodded. “Yea bro, I’ll do it. I owe you big time. When can we do it?” Daniel asked. Dell’s heart started to pound-- his plan was working. “Ah, can you do it this Sunday night? I have stuff to do tomorrow and Sunday morning. I can only do it Sunday night,” Dell said. “Ah no problem dude. This gives me tomorrow and Sunday morning to talk to Dr. Chen,” Daniel worryingly said. Dell didn’t expect it to be that easy to convince Daniel to do it. Dell was just happy that Daniel fell for his trap easily, well maybe because Daniel was also preoccupied with how he would approach Dr. Chen. Daniel falling into Dell’s trap somewhat eradicated Dell’s worrying about his current dilemma as he hurried home to prepare all the necessities for the special party he was going to throw at the expense of the unsuspecting tickling-victim Daniel.

It was Sunday night and Daniel arrived at the address Dell gave him. The big house was gated. Daniel stepped in and proceeded to the door. It was pretty dark and the eerie atmosphere somewhat creeped out Daniel. He knocked on the door and Dell opened it . “Wow dude, this place is creepy. You live here?” he asked. “Haha, not really, I don’t own it. Did you get a hold of Dr. Chen?” Dell asked. “Yea bro, it was weird. He let me off easily. He said I just had to talk to you,” Daniel responded. “Did you get to talk to him or something?” To which Dell replied, “Yea, we go way back in Asia. You’re gonna be alright. I will show you pretty soon how you can make up for what happened.” Dell led Daniel along a hallway that’s dimly lit.

“This afternoon, I got to practice with the team since Dr. Chen said I could. We just finished and I really didn’t get the chance to take a shower dude. I just came straight here right after leaving the basketball court,” Daniel said sheepishly as they walked through the hallway. “That’s quite ok Daniel,” said Dell. “In fact, that’s better for our little experiment.”

As they entered the room, a cross-table was assembled in the middle of the room. “What’s that?” Daniel asked. “Ah, you’re gonna have to lie on it so I can observe you better,” Dell responded. “Are you ready?” Dell asked Daniel. “Yea dude, whatever I have to do,” Daniel replied. “Ok can you take off your shirt and get on the table?” Daniel took off his shirt- revealing a six-pack abs, and a worked out muscles. Daniel was sweating for a bit due to the heat-- making his body glisten for a bit. He got on the cross-table and waited for Dell’s further instructions. “Ok Daniel, lie down and I’m gonna have to strap you down.” Daniel hesitated a bit as he asked Dell: “Why do I have to be strapped down man?” Dell respondend: “Oh, because I need to observe how your body would react to outside stimuli. And you being strapped down may affect your psychological reactions, and I need to observe that. It’s part of the experiment man. Don’t worry, this will not take awhile.” Daniel said, “Ok dude, this should make us even with everything that’s happened ok?” Dell strapped Daniel on the cross-table half naked, his basketball shorts on, and in his white socks he’d been wearing the whole day including during basketball practice, with his Jordan basketball shoes on. Daniel was strapped spread-eagle and could not budge even to the slightest. He was extremely secured and could not move. He tried to move his legs and arms but could not do it. “Wow dude, you really have me secured on here, haha.” Then a knock on the door was heard. “Ok Daniel, I just need to put this blindfold on you ok? It helps if you don’t see where you’re being touched or massaged for the reflexology experiment ok?” Dell said. “Ok dude, whatever you have to do. Just don’t do anything crazy to me,” Daniel replied.

Dell left the room to get the door and Daniel started to wonder what was the experiment going to be. Then suddenly, he heard voices coming from outside the room. He heard people talking but could not understand what they were saying. They were speaking in a foreign language Daniel could not understand. Then more people could be heard. Daniel started to go uneasy when the door to the room opened up and heard footsteps and louder undecipherable conversations. “What’s going on?” Daniel asked nervously. “You will see Daniel,” replied Dell.

Daniel started to get nervous. There he was, tied-up securely in the middle of a group of tickling and feet enthusiasts conversing in a language he could not understand. Tied-up spread eagle, half naked, exposed and accessible to the torturing and sadistic hands of a group of unknown people. He tried to move his head so his blind fold would be removed, but he failed and had nothing to do but to wait what was to be done to him. He wondered if this was a joke. He started to protest to be untied and let go but the foreign chattering just engulfed his protests. Then suddenly, he heard a familiar voice:

“Naimbag a rabii yu amin. Naragsak nak ta ada tayo tatta nga agkakadwa. Daytoy ti regalok kinyayo amin. (Good evening. I am happy that we could do this gathering. This is my gift to you).” Daniel recognized that voice anywhere. It was Dr. Chen welcoming his former students in Asia. Finally, Daniel realized why Dr. Chen let him off easily. But still he was ignorant as to what was to be done to him. “Dr. Chen, what’s going on? What are you gonna do to me?” Daniel asked nervously. “Mr. Gonzalez, I understand that you agreed to be a subject of a reflexology experiment, am I right? That’s all we’re doing, reflexology experiment.” Daniel could not say a word. He just laid there, waiting what was to be done to him. Neither did he know that he was now at the mercy of a group of people who were gathered to satisfy their craving for a special tickle-torture victim that was foreign to them. A victim who was big, tall, well -built, masculine, unwilling, and unknowing-- the perfect tickle-torture victim.

Daniel could not see due to his blindfold, he could only hear and feel. This young man, strapped in a cross-table, half-naked, exposed to everyone started to protest to be untied. His exposed body was now at the mercy of the people hungry to tickle-torture him. But now, he started to feel hands all over his body. His thighs were being pressed and massaged by several guys, so do his sides. Daniel could feel fingers being dug on his sweaty armpits. He started to feel ticklish but there was nothing he could do about it. He was being gang-tickled by a group of foreign men who say that this was for reflexology experiment. But it was more than that. He could hear laughters from the people tormenting him. All he could do was give in, and laugh. His sides, his armpits, his neck, his thighs were being tortured by the sadistic ticklers and he could not do anything about it as his legs and arms were fully secured. He was all stretched out, everything exposed to the tickling, and could not even budge. More hands were digging on his armpits and his sides and all he could do was scream and laugh.

He started to sweat profusely and protested that he be let go, but the ticklers just would not listen to him as they kept murmuring in a foreign dialect. His face, and upper body, turned red due to the tickling sensation and the heat. Meanwhile, he could then feel people unlacing his shoes. His feet were locked in a feet stock. He felt his shoes came off and heard a moan from a couple of people. Two guys took his shoes and sniffed the hell out of them. Then several people crowded up on his sweaty-socked feet and sniffed them hard. It smelled like an athlete’s sweat from playing basketball. The soles of his socks had a print of his soles on them. He tried to twist his feet so he could free them from the hands of his tormentors but to no avail given his extremely secured restraints. His feet were like being devoured by hungry predators and there was nothing Daniel could do about it. He felt that his sweaty, moist, and warm socked feet were being sniffed and kissed and just had to ask, “What the hell are you doing to my feet?” But there was no response but instead just a louder murmuring and moaning from the people digging their hands on his vulnerable body, satisfying their hunger for a ticklish, hot, athletic body at Daniel’s expense. Several people tickled his socked feet. Daniel knew that he was ticklish on his feet but he couldn’t do anything but laugh.

He felt so exposed as he was being tickle tortured by people he didn’t know. His body was for them to satisfy their tickling craving with. Daniel just laughed from the attacks from all sides: his feet, his sides, his armpits, his thighs, his neck, and even his ears. He couldn’t do anything. He then felt his soles being oiled up. Then the hair brushes, combs, and toothbrushes came. The sadistic ticklers just brushed Daniel’s oiled soles relentlessly, non-stop. All Daniel could do was scream from the excruciatingly ticklish reaction his body was producing. His soles felt the excruciating tingling that reached his upper body. He twitched so hard but could not budge. Then he felt his shorts being cut off of him. He wanted to protest but the tickling was prohibiting him. His blindfold is not letting him see what these people was doing to him. Then his boxer-briefs followed. He naked body was now accessible to these sadists. Then he feathers on his cock and balls and it just added to his tickling sensation. Then finally, some guy grabbed his cock and started stroking it. He felt that everyone stopped. Everyone stopped to watch Daniel’s cock being stroked by one of the guys. Then, suddenly, a machine was being wheeled in. Daniel could here it being wheeled in.

The machine had this cylindrical object where a penis could be inserted. Dr. Chen inserted Daniel’s cock inside the cylindrical object. Then Daniel could feel pressure in his cock. Daniel felt the machine sucking his cock, stretching until it was hard and erected. Daniel thought that the machine was extracting cum from him. And every time he was about to cum, it would stop. Then it would start all over again. Daniel felt that he was being watched as his cum was being extracted from him given all the quietness in his surroundings,and he was. The ticklers seem to be fascinated by the machine extracting cum from Daniel. He demanded to be let go but no action from everybody else; the quietness of his surroundings just engulfed his protests. Everyone was enjoying the spectacle except Daniel, the victim. The machine started stroke Daniel’s cock and went faster. All Daniel could do was moan and scream. It went faster and faster until Daniel’s cum was forcibly extracted. As the machine finished extracting Daniel’s cum, it went slow but still continued to stroke his cock. Then everyone crowded around him and started the tickling again. So now, Daniel was being tickle tortured while his cock was being extracted of his cum all over again.

He could not bear what was being done to him. All he could do was laugh and take everything in. The brushes on his soles, the hands on his sides, thighs, his armpits, his neck and his ears-- they just tortured Daniel relentlessly. This basketball jock and skater was a prize for the visiting ticklers and unfortunately for him, he had to endure being at their mercy to play basketball and keep his scholarship. Besides, it was all for a “reflexology experiment,” conducted by people he thought were very hungry tickling predators.

He was drained with both energy and cum that night.