Ticklish Teen

     Hey.  I've got a cool story to tell you, so listen up.  You
see, I'm a real hot jock, with a  body which I've worked awfully
hard to look good.  Now, for me, there is only one real sport,
and that is hoops, baby.  I love to bang bodies in the paint, and
I play very aggressively.  Our coach likes a running game, so we
stay in great shape.  And I pump iron to keep my body strong
enough to punish whoever wants to try to guard me.  I'm the only
player who wants to lift regularly, and maybe that's why the
wrestling team likes to fuck with me.

     I lift the same time those guys do.  Let me tell you
something, those guys are crazy.  Always trying to lose ten
pounds to go to a lower weight class - eating 300 calories a day.
I mean that is NUTS!  But they like me, cause I'll lift with
them.  And they ALWAYS would like to practice a new hold on me. 
Since I'm fairly tall - 6'5" - they have a hard time trying to
put me in a compromising position.  And, I'll have to admit, I
kinda like wrestling with them.  I always seem to get hard
whenever we start messing around.

     Let me describe this hole where we lift.  It's an old gym,
so it wasn't built with a weight room in mind.  Guess where they
put the weights, then.  In the furnace room!  It gets hot as shit
down there, so everyone strips their shirt off.  Let me tell you,
there are a lot of great looking half-naked guys giving each
other the once over after every set.  Even though I have o good
hot body for a hoop player, these guys make me feel like I'm a
skinny turkey.  But, as I said before, they like me, which is
definitely cool.  And it's nice to have your own cheering section
at the games, too.

     But, to get in with them, I hadta get initiated into their
group.  They didn't really say that it was an initiation, though,
they kinda did it real sneaky like.  You see, after they figured
out that I was an OK guy, they decided to hold a contest in the
weight room.  It was a weightlifting contest.  Each of the
"contestants" were weighed and the weight to be lifted was
determined by your body weight.  The contestant who lifted the
weight the least amount of reps on each exercise would lose.  The
loser would have to strip off one article of clothing.  To make
it more interesting, the piece of clothing was thrown in the
furnace.  It didn't take a genius to figure out that someone
would have to leave buck naked.  I started to leave the room,
figuring the contest was a wrestling thing.  I was grabbed and
told that I would have to participate if I was to lift with them
again.  All of them had these big shit-eating grins on their
faces as we started.

     I knew I was fucked.  I mean, these guys STARVE their ass
all the time to make weight.  I'm trying to put weight on.  There
was no fucking way I could win.  The other rule of the
competition was that the winner chose the next exercise.  The
captain of the wrestling team started.
     "Bench Press"

     These guys were pumping out 20 to 30 reps.  There was no way
I could do more than 6.  I started taking off a shoe.

     "No way, man.  You gotta lift the weights."

     So I put my ass on the bench and lifted.  They had a couple
of spotters.  They made me keep lifting the weight even after I
couldn't do it on my own.  But  they had me stop before I beat
someone.  Fuck.  They were trying to burn me bad.  I never had a
chance to take off my sneaker.  They jumped me and tore both of
them off and threw them in the furnace.  I protested.

     "Sneaks count as one.  Next exercise, pullups."

     They had me go second this time.  I only got three.  They
laughed at me.  However, someone else only got two, and they
stripped him of his sneaks.  Something didn't seem right.  I knew
the guy could get more than two.  They were all smiling and
laughing among themselves - even the guy who just lost.

     "Next exercise - bench press"

     Shit, there was no way I could do more than 2.  Everybody
else just did 3 to beat me and they tackled me down again and
stripped off my socks.  That's when it happened.  As they were
holding my ass down, taking off my stinky socks, someone ran his
finger along the sole of my foot.  I broke out laughing.  The
guys eyes got REAL big and they held me down and tickled my feet
for several minutes.  Then we resumed the contest.  I overheard
someone say, "Man, are we going to have fun tonight.  I can't
wait!"

     I was down to my shorts and jock.  The guys, though, weren't
going to let me off without getting a good workout.  I was moved
to near the back of the line.  There was always at least one
person after me.  This way, I couldn't just quit on accept my
fate.  We did three more exercises before I lost my shorts.  The
guys ripped them off of me.  They did that cause they were
holding me down and tickling various parts of my body.  Man, let
me tell you, I was embarrassed.  It was bad enough just having a
jock on, but knowing that they could gang up on me and tickle the
shit out of me was too much.

     We did set after set.  Each time a different person lost
until everyone had lost their shoes and socks.  I was "helped" on
several exercises, so I wouldn't finish last.  By the time I lost
my jock, my body was dead.  I couldn't even fuckin resist.  

     "You lost, man, so you are ours for the evening."  With
that, he stripped his shorts and jock off, rolled me on my
stomach and used his jock to tie my hands behind my back.  I
couldn't do a fucking thing to stop him, either.  He put his
shorts back on.  Several others did the same.  One was put in my
mouth as a gag.  Another was used to blindfold me.  Another was
put over my face, with the pouch over my nose.  No matter how I
breathed, I was breathing their sweat.  During all this, my cock
got hard as a rock.  

     I couldn't do shit.  I was brought to my feet.  "Time to go,
big boy."  I tried to protest, but the jock muffled my voice.

     We went upstairs.  I could hear other people in the gym.  I
tried to struggle, but was held firm.  Instead of going to the
locker rooms, I was led outside!  Damn.  I could hear people
laughing as I was led across the lawn.

     It was about a half mile to their house.  It was the longest
fucking half mile I have ever gone, let me tell you.  I don't
know how many people saw me, but I know a lot of people did.  I
was glad I was blindfolded.

     I was put on one of the beds, and the jocks were taken off
of me.  My hands and legs were immediately grabbed and tied to
the four corners of the bedframe face up.  I was still hard, too.
I couldn't believe it.

     "Time to have some fun, boys!"

     Five of them started on me at once.  Two were at my feet,
one at each side of me, and a fifth climbed up on the bed with me
and started tickling my cock, balls and asshole.  I was going
nuts.  I was thrashing all over the place, laughing my fool head
off.  The more he tickled my poor cock, the harder the sucker
got.  That seemed to make me more ticklish.
Somebody brought out a bottle of baby oil and coated my feet with
it.  Man, when they ran their fingers down my soles now, I about
jumped out of the bed.  I was begging them to let me up.
     
     "No way, man, we don't stop until you shoot your load."

     Fuck.  The guy playing with my cock has gotten me right on
the verge, but then he backs off and tickles me some more.  I
promised that I'd do anything if they let me cum and stop
tickling me.

     That's what they wanted to hear.  The guy pumped my cock
several times and I exploded like I've never done before.  Man,
it felt like I shot a gallon.  I had just about passed out, when
I was ticked some more.

     "S-s-st-top. ha ha ha You-you-you promised. ha ha ha
hahahaha"

     "Do you promise to come over here every night before one of
our matches so we can release our energies on you?"

     "Y-y-yesss, ha ha hahaha  Just s-stop ti-ticking me-me ha ha
ha."

     "And you agree to become the property of any of us that win
a match for whatever they wish that evening?"

     "Y-y-yes,  anything you want, just s-s-top, please
hahahahaha."

      They tickled me for a few minutes more, making sure that I
would not break my promise before they stopped and released me. 
I was covered with sweat and I was too fucking tired to move.  I
took me several minutes more to stop laughing.  I was then
welcomed to their club.

     Fuck, I was now their tickle toy.  They always made sure
they found me the night before the match, and I always had to
please at least several of the guys following the match.  After a
while, man, I even started looking forward to it.  Funny, huh.

     Oh, I almost forgot.  After they released me, they made me
go home bare ass naked.
That's my story.