Tickled Into the Club
            
                        
            It was initiation night at the club. Let me tell you a little bit 
            about this club. The club was actually a large basement that was 
            turned into a dungeon. The upstairs was for socializing, but when 
            you went downstairs, it was strictly for play. Everyone who belonged 
            to the club played at least some of the time, and if you hadn't 
            played in the past three months, you had to be initiated again if 
            you want to continue playing. Not many new people joined the club. 
            Nobody wanted to be initiated more than once. 

            Tonight, five people were being initiated. I was one of them. I had 
            come up to the city to visit a friend, and he had asked me if I 
            wanted to have some fun. 

            "Sure," I said, "What do you want to do?" 

            "I know this great bondage club that is having a party tonight. 
            You'll have a good time there, and we might pick up a few things."
 
            "Sounds good!" I like bondage, and my friend and I have tied each 
            other up on occasion in the past. I was glad to see that he was 
            still interested. I didn't know it then, but he was more than still 
            interested and had planned for this occasion. 

            After we got there, my friend said, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to 
            tell you. The only way you can come in is to go through an 
            initiation. I'm sure you won't mind though. It's no big deal and we 
            can play after your initiation." 

            "What do I have to do?" I asked, wondering what I had gotten myself 
            into. 

            "I'm your sponsor, so I'll have to choose your initiation. Don't 
            worry, I'll make it fun for you. Now, get your ass naked!" 

            After I removed my clothes, my friend buckled a collar around my 
            neck that had several D-rings around it, and snapped on a leash. 

            "Time to go downstairs and get you initiated." 

             There were about 30 or 40 people downstairs and I could see other 
            naked men tied up and getting their asses paddled by different 
            members of the club. Typical initiation, I thought, and wondered how 
            long my ass would be sore afterwards. I had resigned myself to the 
            paddling when I realized that we were heading to the center of the 
            room where a weight bench was sitting. I was told to lie on the 
            bench with my head at the far end. I did and my arms were cuffed 
            underneath the bench. My feet were raised up and each one was tied 
            to one of the stands. I was wondering what my friend's intentions 
            were until I saw the paintbrush that he pulled out of his back 
            pocket. 

            He started going up, down and all around my feet. Quickly, I started 
            laughing, and as my body got more sensitive, he started tickling me 
            harder. 

            Soon a crowd had gathered around. My friend then announced to the 
            people around, that he was going to show them all the ticklish spots 
            on me. He proceeded to attack my stomach, my ribs, my underarms, 
            every place that he could think of to tickle. The crowd watched 
            intently as my friend took the paintbrush and proceeded to tickle my 
            ass hole and balls with it. I was going nuts. Finally, he stopped, 
            and I thought that the initiation was over. 

            "Does anyone want to tickle my slave?" 

            Oh shit. Soon there were hands all over my body and I was squirming 
            and yelling my head off. Somebody started to play with my cock and 
            got it hard. This just made me more sensitive and made my torture 
            even worse. 

            By the time my friend had stopped the action, I was panting hard and 
            covered with sweat. Even after he had untied my feet and uncuffed my 
            hands, I was too wiped out to move. My cock was still hard and my 
            body was quite sensitive. 

            "You did good," my friend whispered to me as he sat me up, "You put 
            on a good show for everyone and I'm proud of you." As he talked to 
            me, he grabbed my right wrist and tied it tightly to the collar. "I 
            told you that you would have fun, didn't I. However, each of the 
            members has to welcome you in individually," he said as he started 
            to do the same with my left wrist, "so, to complete your initiation, 
            you have to go up to each member and say 'Sir! Would you please 
            tickle me sir!' Once you have asked everyone here, your initiation 
            is over." 

            So, for the next several hours, laughter was heard throughout the 
            basement as I diligently walked up to each member and requested to 
            be tickled.