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   I know it was wrong, but I couldn?t help myself. My buddies Orlando and Steve and I had a standing poker night every Tuesday night, it was tradition. Ever since we each married we decided to keep this night open for the usual buddy talk and a good game of poker. I have never been what you might call a card shark, and I suffered for it. The overall winner go to decide the other two’s fate. It usually consisted of someone streaking, or a shooting down half a bottle of liquor, all innocent. However it always seemed that I was one of the two made to humiliate myself. Sure Orlando and Steve had their turns but it was always I who was consistently beaten. This particular night it was my turn to host the game, and I had more than cards up my sleeve.

I decided that the only way I had a chance to win was to cheat. I had purchased a deck of marked cards for the game. I hoped that they would be discrete looking enough to fool them. In my head I planned my humiliating scenario for my two unsuspecting buddies. They came over around six o’clock and the game or should I say games began.

I purposely lost the first couple of hands so not to evoke suspicion. As usual they commented on how bad I was and the real competition was between them. I chuckled and agreed with them. After this I decided to throw my plan into action. Hand after hand I began to bridge a gap between the three of us. Losing the occasional hand just for sport. The two them sat in frustration at how I was winning. With the final hand I was done, and had won ten out of twenty hands. In pure excitement and vindication, however false it was, I flipped them both the bird and told them to get ready. It was my turn to choose their humiliation and I was ready.

I began by making them strip from the waist down.

“Come on man, I don?t feel like streaking ?, Orlando whined.

“ Fair is fair jackass, off with the jeans”, I yelled. Orlando complied.

“You are a natural red head, aren?t you buddy?”

“Drop Dead”

Steve on the other hand was easier to persuade. Before I knew it they stood before me half naked, barefoot and ready to beat the crap out of me. I loved it.

“You guys see the beam over there, I want each of you to lay on either side of it”.

For a second I thought they were going to over power me, but they just looked at each other and complied.

“Just hurry up and get this over with”, Steve mumbled. I instructed them to stretch their legs on the beam with their backs on the floor. After a few dirty looks and ramblings they both did as I asked. The humiliated look on their faces was priceless. Then the fun began.

I retrieved white nylon rope from my utility closet and got to work. I proceeded to bind their ankles together and then around the beam tightly. With a piece of rope I secured their thighs to the beam and to each other.

“What kind of kinky game is this man?”

“Yeah what are you doing?”

I said “Shut up guys, fair is fair!”.

I decided that I?d better secure their hands as well just in case. On each side of the beam I secured their wrists to one another’s.

“Not so tight asshole”, Orlando whine

“Okay you’ve had your fun, now let us go”.

“ I just got started guys, your not going anywhere”.

“ I’m serious let us go now!”, Steve yelped.

“Enough of this boys, if you two wont shut up, I’ll shut you up.” I brought out two bandannas from my hallway closet and walked towards them.

“What are you doing with those?”

“Don’t you dare man, your dead when we get loose!”.

“Who says you’ll get loose bitches?”

As I pulled the green bandanna through Steve’s teeth an inaudible sound left his mouth.

“Mmmpphhh, Oomph?. Orlando struggled with me a bit but I was finally able to silence him despite his many protests. I stood there and reviewed my handy work.. The boys stretched limbs fighting to no avail, their puffed cheeks from the gags keeping them quiet.

“Nnmmpphh...Lemmmppphhh, mmmppphhh!”, they cried.

With their feet exposed in such a helpless position I began to wonder.

“ Are you boys ticklish? Lets see.. I began to glide my fingers over the arch and bare soles of their feet. The tips of my fingers hovering over the delicate skin they were touching. As I did this I watched as they struggled helplessly bound and gagged. Their toes wriggled in defiance. The skin on their arches scrunched making wrinkles and faces. They held each other’s tied hand hoping to sooth the pure agony of their tickled feet.

“HHmmpphh....Aaarrgghhmmpphh!!! Noommmmmm....MMPPHH”, they screamed. I couldn’t help myself.

I continued in utter amusement. The balls of their feet knocking against the beam, the red faced humiliation I was inflicting was intoxicating. They fought and mumbled, screamed and wriggled, clenched and moaned, I finally finished.

“Okay boys I’m done”,

“Mmpphhasmmpphh”, they replied.

I decided that after all this I’d better let them cool down before I untied them, I walked slowly out of the room with a smile on my face bigger than the beam the were bound to. It was a great day, I hope I win again next week.

The End

The Tickler played by Troy

Orlando played by Patrick

Steve played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff