Holding The Truth




For all of you who are into tickling and kinky stuff like that, listen up, cause I have a great story to tell you.

My name is Joey and this story happened some years ago when I lived in the outer areas of McComb, Mississippi. It was a quiet town in general, but when something happened, almost everyone found out in some way or another.

Me and my older brother Mark were real close to each other, but just like every other brother, we had our arguments and disagreements. Because my brother was older than me and stronger than me, he always got the upper hand. Not to mention that he was on the football team and I was not. I was a basketball player at the time, and not that I was weak or anything, but as you know, most football players turn out to be more solid than that of any other sport.

One night, I had gone to a club that I had heard of at school; apparently it was a very popular high school hangout. Me and a couple of my freshmen friends decided that we would go and try to make some new friends at the club (we didn't have much luck at school). While I was there, I saw Emily, my brother's G-friend, with another guy. Emily immediately recognized me and walked over.

"How much did you see?" she asked cockily.

"Enough" I replied.

"If you promise not to tell your brother I will give you this $100 dollar bill."

I was totally blown away, but I didn't have to think for long. I had held things from my brother before and didn't have any problem with it. Now that I was being paid, I would really have no problem. I stared at the large bill for almost a minute before I said "I promise."

She said "You had better because if you don't, I will hire my own gang to take care of you."

Being a freshmen at the same school as your senior brother is a very tough thing. My brother is nice to me at home, but when he gets to school, he's a real son of a bitch. While he hangs around with his friends, some very cute I might add, he likes to put me in headlocks and give me nuggies and shit like that. One day though, he did something to me that I never expected. It was a rainy day that day and the last bell rang for classes to end. I had never seen rain so hard in my life. I darted out the classroom door and ran for my brother's truck. On my way, I stepped in a puddle of water that must have been ankle-deep or more. Finally, I got to my brothers truck. I opened the door and was just about to step in when my brother said " I know that you're not getting in the front of the truck as wet as you are." I thought he meant my tennis shoes so I slipped them off, along with my drenched socks.

"I meant get in the back," he said with an evil smile.

It was a smile I had seen before, a devious one that meant something was up. The bed of my brothers truck had a cover over the top of it, so that when he carried a load or wanted to fool around with his G-friend, neither one of them would be seen or get wet because of rain. The windows on the sides and back of the covering were very tinted so that no one could see in. I opened the tailgate and unlatched the window on the cover. As soon as the back of the truck was totally opened, six ruthless hands reached out and, with the strength of a bull, pulled me in. I was so surprised that I didn't have time to scream or anything. By the time I realized what had happened, the back of the truck was shut and I was being held down by three of my brother's football buddies. Meanwhile, my brother had started the truck and taken off from the school parking lot.

"What in the hell is going on!!" I screamed.

"Shut up. You will see soon enough," one of the football players remarked.

I was turned over on my back, blind folded, and tied up. I could tell by the bumpiness of the road that we weren't going home. I pulled on the ropes, but I was tied up pretty good. Finally we stopped and I heard everyone get out of the truck. I could hear my brother saying "You know what to do. Don't stop until you get it out of him, and when you do, come and get me."

I then heard the truck doors open again. One of my brother's buddies got real close to my ear and whispered "We heard from an someone that you were seen at the club the other night. We also heard that Emily was seen giving you some money. Now, we just have one question. Did she by any chance give you that money so that you wouldn't tell your brother? Hmmm?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

"Oh, I think you do, but if you want to be that way about it, then fine."

I then felt one of them grab my ankles and pull them up through the back window in my brothers truck. My toes were pulled back and a finger ran across the sole of my foot from top to bottom. I shuttered and giggled, but kept cool. Then one of them, wiggling their fingers, ran their hand down my chest I bucked and giggled. By this time, I knew what I was in for, and knew I would probably give in before it was over with.

"We will start with your feet."

I begged a little, but it was no use. Before I knew it, the bastards were tickling the shit out of my feet. Going between and under my toes. I was screaming and bucking and swearing at them. This went on for another 10 minutes or so, and then they switched and went to the top of my body. Again, I was bucking and screaming. After about 10 minutes they stopped and asked if I was ready to confess, but I still refused. They started to tickle again, but this time they worked both parts of my body, top and bottom.

"PL... HAHAHAHA... EA HAHAHAHA... SE HAHAHA ST... HAHAHA OP... HAHAHA" I screamed as I bucked and tried to kick. It was no use; I was tied too tightly.

Finally, I had enough and spilled my guts with every bit of information that they wanted to hear.

The doors opened and shut. I was left tied and tired from the relentless torture. I then heard only one door open and shut. It was my brother.

"So, you held it from me the whole time, heh?"

"Yes" I said still breathless from being tickled. "Why don't you untie me now you have heard what you want to hear." I said

"Because I am not through with you yet. I will make you a deal: if you can hold in your laugh while I tickle your feet for 5 minutes, I wont tell Emily that I found out from you. However, if you don't hold your laugh in, I will tell her. Fair enough?"

"I will give it a shot. What do I have to lose?" I said.

He started off slowly but gradually got faster, tickling every inch of my sole. I banged my head against the bed of the truck and bucked wildly, but held out for a few minutes. Finally, it was so unbearable that I gave in and laughed.

"Awww, too bad. You almost had it, with 20 more seconds to go, but you blew it by laughing. Sorry, but I will have to tell Emily, and she won't be very happy. If I know her well enough, she will probably get some pretty tough guys to beat you up, but before we break up, I will be sure to mention just how ticklish you are. That way, my little brother doesn't get hurt too badly."

But that's another story.