The Practical Joker


Rob Cline

Now that the school year is finally over, I can tell you what happened this past semester. I was an R.A. this past year at a university in the Carolinas. I was a fifth year senior and needed the money to be able to finish up for my degree. I am an Economics major, and, as any of you that have ever taken courses in Economics knows, it takes a lot of studying to get through the courses. So, I was hoping for a quiet semester from the students I had responsibility over.

Being an R.A. sometimes is a cushy job, sometimes you have to be a father figure and help solve personal problems, and, the worst part of the job for me was being a disciplinarian. I didn't have time for it, and it hasn't been THAT long ago, that I was an 18 old wide-eyed freshman, jockeying for recognition amongst his peers. So, when a kid got in trouble, I tried to be understanding, but made sure the kid got the message so the incident wouldn't be repeated.

In every group of students, there always seems to be one that is more of a problem than anyone else. Tom became my problem.

It started innocently enough. Tom liked attention, so he was always pestering people. Nothing serious. Then the little practical jokes were started - short sheeting the bed, putting shaving cream all through a dresser, Vaseline on the doorknobs - minor stuff. Nobody could figure out who did it though. Tom even hit his own room. Everybody thought it was somebody else. I had my suspicions though, but never could catch him in the act.

Finally, it went too far. Cory and Cody came back to their room to find all their underclothes in a pile on the floor soaking wet, with the rest of their clothes scattered everywhere. Needless to say they were pissed. So was I, because this had to stop and I had to be the one to get it stopped. First, though, I had to settle Cody and Cory down. I helped pick up their clothes, put them in garbage bags, and dropped them off at the Laundromat.

As I drove back to campus, I knew what I was going to do.

One benefit of being an R.A. is having a master key that gets into every room. There are times when that comes in handy. This was one of those times. I had a gut feeling that Tom was involved in some way. It was time to find out.

I opened Tom's room with the intention of searching his desk for clues to the pranks. I was pleasantly surprised to see Tom sleeping on the bed wearing only shorts. I closed the door and went back to my room for some supplies. I brought back a pair of handcuffs, a belt, some rope and q-tips. Hey, just because I'm an R.A. doesn't mean that I don't like to play my games!

Tom was lying on his back with his right hand above his head and the other on his chest. I put the cuff around his right wrist and was starting to move his left arm when Tom woke up.

"What the fuck ..."

I jumped on top of Tom and quickly moved his left wrist up and locked the other cuff to it. Before Tom had complete control of his senses, I used my belt around his thighs to keep his legs together. I took a piece of rope, tied it to the handcuffs, and after a short but spirited struggle, tied the cuffs the head of the bed. The hard part was over. I got off Tom, grabbed his bound legs, and yanked him down the bed as he cried from the pain he just received in his wrists. I tied some rope around his ankles, and tied them to the foot of the bed. Now we were ready for a little talk.

"Tom, I'll get right to the point. There's been a lot of stuff happening here, and I'm getting tired of it. I'm going to get it stopped and I want to know who's involved."

"R.A., man, I don't know nothin'. I didn't do anything and I don't know who did!"

"Oh, I think you do, Tom. And you are going to tell me."

"I swear, R.A., I didn't do it." Tom said, a little less belligerent as he watched me pull a q-tip from the box.

I stroked the soles of his feet. Tom jumped. I had a live one.

"Hey, quit it man. I'm ticklish!" Tom saw me grin and knew he had just made his big mistake.

I went to his dresser and took out a pair of socks. I started tickling his ribs until he started to laugh. I jammed one sock into his mouth and tied the other around his head to hold it in. "Yeah, you're right. You probably don't know anything. But I don't want you to disturb anybody while I find out."

I went back to his feet. I used my fingers to draw figure eights along his soles. Tom's body was squirming all over, trying to move away from my fingers. He was laughing hard into the gag. I took the q-tip and started going in and out, between his toes. Tom was going nuts. I wanted to see what else was ticklish. I lightly stroked his calves and thighs. It still got a reaction from Tom, but not as intense as the feet.

When I put my finger inside his belly button and moved it around, his body jumped as far as it could. I jumped up on the bed, straddled Tom's legs, and attacked his stomach and belly button. Tom was screaming into his gag. I've NEVER had anybody react like that. Tom's eyes were pleading with me to stop. He tried to signal that he had something to say. Not yet. I moved my hands up and down his stretched sides. Tom didn't know which way to move. His eyes were glassy and tears were running down his cheeks. I played with his ribs for a couple of minutes.

At this time, Tom's roommate, Jeff walked in.

"What's going on?" Jeff said as he saw Tom's bound sweaty body. Tom started pleading for help from his roomie.

"Jeff, do me a favor and go to the Laundromat and pick up Cody and Cory. They need a ride and they can tell you what happened."

Jeff looked at his roomie and the said "Yeah ... okay". Jeff left the room.

"You ready to tell me anything yet?" Tom shook his head up and down vigorously.

"I don't think you are REALLY ready yet." I stroked his ribs until he began laughing - about 10 seconds max - and then attacked his pits.


"Sensitive there, aren't we?" I teased as I dug into his pits. Tom suddenly went limp. He was crying and laughing hard, but his body realized it was beat. I stopped tickling and sat back on his legs. I waited for Tom to settle down a little, then I took the gag out. "You ready to talk now"

Tom was still trying to catch his breath, "O-okay. hahaha I-I-I did i-it, ha ha ha I-I-I didn't m-mean ha haha an-anything by it th-th-though. Ha haha ha ha P-p-p-please d-don't ha ha t-t-tickle me anymore. Hahaha ha ha ha."

I got off Tom and went back to my room. I picked up a permanent magic marker, the kind you have to scrub and scrub to get off your skin and walked back to Tom's room. "Tom, you know you are going to have to be punished."

"Y-y-yes sir. Please don't turn me into the dean's office"

I didn't say anything. I took the marker and started to write TICKLISH on the soles of his feet. Tom squirmed and started to laugh again. "You better hold still, or I'm going to make it worse for you!" I wrote TICKLISH on his thighs, his stomach, on both sides of his ribs, on the undersides of his arms. Did you know how ticklish a magic marker can be? Tom was laughing hard by the time I finished and Jeff came back with Cody and Cory. I felt that all his victims should have the opportunity to tickle Tom. Cody and Cory agreed, but wanted to talk to me. We went into the hall. I told Jeff to leave Tom alone.

"We think he needs to be taught a lesson." Cody said.

"I agree. That's why I think everybody should have the chance to tickle him."

"Well, we think it should be harder for him to pull any more tricks." said Cory, "and we have an idea on how to stop him."

"Okay, I'm listening."

A few minutes later we came back into the room with garbage bags and began putting all of Tony's clothes in the bags. I untied the rope around Tony's handcuffs, and had Tony sit up. I unlocked the cuffs, and as he was rubbing his wrists, I grabbed them and tied them behind his back. I untied his feet, took my belt off his thighs and yanked his shorts down and off. As I took his shorts off, I noticed for the first time, a wet spot on the front of his shorts. I threw them to Cory. I then untied Tom's hands.

"Tom, Cody and Cory are going to keep your clothes. You will have to ask them for clothes to wear to class. In the meantime, you have to go to everyone you pulled a prank on and apologize to them. I'm sure that everyone will find an appropriate way for you to apologize."

For the rest of the semester, Tom never was allowed to wear clothes in the dorm, even for parties. Cody and Cory made sure that the words TICKLISH were written on his body before the parties. Tom always ended up tied to his bed and tickled by everyone. During the week, he was at the beck and call of everyone in the dorm. It was nice having a little slave the rest of the semester. And best of all, I didn't have any more problems. I'm going to miss being an R.A.

Rob Cline

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