i struggled a good bit, but couldn't free my leg and i told my friend i was stuck and asked him to help me out. i couldn't see him but i could hear his voice from under my bunk..."are you really stuck?", and then he laughed a little at my expense, "maybe you just need a little incentive..." then i felt him unlace my sneaker and pull it off my foot. i assumed he thought that my foot could slip through the space easier without the shoe on. i tried to free it again to no avail and i started to tell him that it didn't work when i felt him peeling the sweatsock off my trapped foot. "what are you doing, now?" i asked, not seeing how this would help my predicament at all. "i told you, what i think you need is some incentive to get your foot out of there", and with that i felt him drag a fingertip from my heel, up my arch, over the ball of my foot, and into the incredibly ticklish valley under my toes. "NO!!!!!" i screamed and twisted my foot as much as i could but could not escape that finger, "STOP!! i'm ticklish!!"
then i heard him chuckle in an unmistakably sadistic manner and said.
"well silly, that's why this might work."
the finger continued to torture my foot, i shrieked, and managed to get out that it obviously was not working because i still couldn't budge my foot and would he please, please, stop tickling me. "well let's not give up too easily now, it might work...eventually" i could almost feel him smiling at my misery as he continued to torment my poor sole. "oh gaaaaahd noooo ho ho hahahahaaaaaa ah ah aaaargh...st-st-staaaahp!!!!pllease??!! pleeeeeeeze?!!"
he continued torturing me this way for a couple hours, insisting the entire time that this was for my own good, that he was trying to help me out. yet i could tell he was enjoying himself, and this was the first time i can remember ending up with an erection from tickling. it was a horribly long, erotic, and confusing night for me...but i wouldn't trade the experience for anything in the world.
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