SMELLY-MINDED IOWA SOCKHEAD TICKLE-TORTURES BUDDY

This story, requested by G.E.S., originally appeared in Issue 24 of Bound & Gagged (Sept/Oct 1991). Bondage never goes out of style, but sometimes fashions do. Hightop sneakers are no longer as popular as they were in the 80's and 90's, and that's a real misfortune for those of us who love them. Equally unfortunate, certainly for the purposes of this story's bondage, is the current fashion for little sockettes too many guys wear nowadays with running shoes. They were called peds and were what only girls used to wear when I was young, sometimes with pompoms at the heels. Give them back to the girls, I say, and let's get guys wearing decent length socks again. BW

IOWA. From my reading of B&G magazine, there are quite a few of you out there who are turned on by tying your victim or partner with ropes, leathers, chains, rubber or whatever you think you have to buy out of expensive stores. For those of you who are a sock head like me, you should never have to buy another expensive restraint again.

The story I’m about to tell is a strictly (or should I say restricted?) true story of sock bondage with a friend of mine I’ve known since high school.

Tom, is 6’2”, 167, well hung and has a wide clean ticklish 10 1/2 foot size and wears my favorite type of sweat socks all the time. This type of sock is great for gathering all the sweat one’s feet can create inside those high top Reeboks Tom likes to wear.

Tom and I have played with ropes since we were 16. We would tie each other up just to see who could get loose the fastest or who could take the tickling tortures the longest before loosing our mind. Tom always seemed to win on getting loose the fastest, he had long fingers so he could work on the knots and sure enough he would get loose. Tom was good at roping me so I could never get loose nor could I say anything because he would gag me with his nasty stinking socks. I never told him I didn’t want him to do it because I loved it when he gagged me with them. It was like a good hit off a pocket rocket, only this rush went to my cock, what a rush.

I always wondered what I could use on Tom to hold him in place and give him a royal treatment, an all night fling if you know what I mean.

One Thursday night I was lying in bed masturbating and thinking of Tom at the same time, smelling my day-old socks, when I thought of something that would hold Tom. I tried it on myself many times that night and couldn’t get out of it for anything. It was a good thing I only did it to one hand and foot or it would have been hard to explain it to my parents if they had to get me loose.

My folks were leaving for the weekend so I called Tom the next morning and asked him to come over and watch TV and drink some beer that night. Tom said sure, that he would stop in after playing some golf, around 8 PM. I told him I’d be waiting.

Tom showed up around 8.30 looking pretty hot. It was warm that day, around 92 degrees. But there was Tom wearing his normal clothes, high top Reeboks, blue jeans and his sweatshirt. I didn’t even have to look to see what kind of socks he was wearing, he always wears the same type of socks, the perfect sweating, smelling sock a person can wear.

We watched TV and drank too many beers in a 4 1/2 to 5 hour time. We were watching American Exxxty on satellite when some bondage scene came on. This lady had this guy staked spreadeagle on a beach. That’s when I told Tom I had learned a new knot and there were no ropes involved. Tom started laughing, lying on the couch telling me there was nothing the great Houdini couldn’t get out of in this town. He was speaking very highly of himself, I thought, but I only asked him if he wanted to give it a try. Tom said sure, he’d give any of my knots a whirl. I started chuckling then. Tom cocked off and asked if I had gone out and bought some handcuffs or some other gadgets. I told him no, that I was going to use socks. He laughed again and said he’d like to see me hold him for at least 1/2 hour. I told Tom no problem, let’s go to my bedroom and see.

I took Tom by the hand and led him to the bedroom where my twin bed was waiting for him. When we got there I told Tom he had just as well take his clothes off and get ready for bed. Tom said OK, but he would take his shower after he got loose. Going to my dresser drawer for the socks I needed for Tom’s treatment I thought he didn’t know he was going to get the surprise of not getting loose, and of course the tortures. I have a smelly mind tonight for you, Tom. Speaking in my own mind.

Reaching into my dresser I told Tom I only needed three pairs of socks to hold him for the 1/2 hour he thought it would take him to get loose. Tom laid down on the bed so willing, ready and gullible. If he only knew what I had in mind for him tonight. I went to the bed with my three pairs of socks. The first pair was my church socks, nylon type, very long, and strong. The second pair were my sweatsocks, like Tom was wearing. And the third pair was also extra long and strong.

I told Tom to hold his arm straight out and make a fist with his hand by tucking his thumb in under his fingers in the fist. I took the first sock, put his fist inside the sock and pulled it all the way up his arm. Then I did the same to his left fist and arm. I took the second pair of socks and tied one sock around each wrist twice, making Tom keep a fist. I asked Tom if he had any idea what I was doing. Tom replied, no, but I can’t get my hands out of the fist you made me make. I told him that was the whole idea, and with that I grabbed both tops of the socks that were pulled up his arms and pulled them down over the fists I’d had him make, so the socks his fists were in wouldn’t come off because of the socks I had tied around his wrists. Then I made him bend his knees, grabbed his right ankle and wrapped the end of the sock on his right hand around his ankle and tied two knots and went around the bed and did the same to the left hand and ankle. Lying there helpless, Tom couldn’t do a thing with his fingers, nor that thumb I had made him put under those fingers in the fist.

Tom looked a bit troubled when he couldn’t use his fingers. But that was ok, I wasn’t done with him yet. I took the third pair of socks and tied the end of one of those socks at the place where the right hand and ankle met and pulled them to the side of the bed and tied the other end of the sock to the bed frame. Then I went to the other side of the bed and did the same thing to his other wrist and ankle.

I asked Tom if he had ever felt so helpless. Tom said no, but this sure was different. I told Tom he had 30 minutes to get loose or he was mine for the night. Before leaving the room I picked up Tom’s shoes and socks, put one shoe on each side of his head and laid his socks on his chest. His socks were so full of aroma that Tom started yelling, get these damn things out of here. I told Tom to shut the fuck up or I would put a sock in it. Tom dummied up right away and said he could stand them until he got himself loose. I didn’t blindfold him. That way Tom thought he had a chance at getting loose. Ha Ha. I left the room and came back to the door so Tom didn’t hear me.

I peeked around the door to see how the great Houdini was doing. You just had to be there to see it. Tom was starting to sweat on his sideburns, grunting, straining, twisting, and a little cussing. But he didn’t get loose, he lay there spread wide open.

Watching Tom struggle like that made me even harder. I reached into my pants and started playing, stroking and jerking till I almost jizzed. I could feel the pre-cum on the end of my sausage. After a while Tom started whining about not being able to escape.

Tom’s 30 minutes were up. I walked in and asked how he was doing at getting loose. Tom was kind of pissed, and told me that my new knot was very effective and that his hands were still in a fist. I asked if his hands or ankles hurt yet. Tom tugged a little and said no, but I could turn him loose anytime now. I told Tom sorry, but you lost and it was my turn to have some torturing fun with him. Just what the fuck do you mean, he asked. I asked him if he remembered the times and things he’d done to me when I couldn’t get loose. Tom replied under his breath, yes, but said he was very sorry if he had hurt me. I told Tom he never hurt me, he just had a lot of fun with me, like gagging me with his socks, tickling me from head to toe, and now it was my turn only worse.

And with that I sat on the bed and grabbed his socks off his stomach where they had ended up after his struggling to get loose for 30 minutes. I rubbed the socks over Tom’s nose and I teased him with them for some time. Tom kept pulling his head away and telling me they stunk. I stopped and told him that I knew this before, remember what you’ve done to me at times likes this, helpless little Tom. Again, he said he was sorry. I took one of his socks and tied a square knot in the toe, and did the same with the other one. Then I took the two socks and twisted them together like I was going to make a square knot, but I didn’t make the knot. Instead I took that twist and the knotted ends and stuffed them in Tom’s mouth, then wrapped the two socks around Tom’s head to tie them with a square knot in front. This is a very good gag because you can’t get it out of the mouth once it’s tied on. The twist on the socks makes it impossible to spit them out, you can’t get your mouth and tongue open or moved enough. Because of the twist one sock is pulling down and outward and the other is pulling up and outward, and wrapping the socks around the head and tying that last knot over the mouth makes it impossible to spit out. (Don’t believe me? Try it. You’ll like it).

Ok, back to Tom. I had a little trouble getting this gag into Tom’s mouth at first, but after putting two of my fingers up Tom’s nose and pulling up toward his forehead I had no problem, just a few nasty muffled words which I couldn’t understand. After getting those two ends back around to his mouth I tied them in a big old square knot right in the middle of his mouth, shoving that gag back in farther, gagging Tom to the max. He twisted and pulled around till I told him it could be worse, those two socks in your mouth could have been mine. But, I told Tom, I was saving mine for a better treatment, and with that I raised my foot and brought my right Reebok to rest on the bed and started untying it.

Tom’s eyes looked very sincere, he had a very good idea of what I was going to do with my socks. What Tom didn’t know was that after I had called him that morning I put on the same sweatsocks I had worn the day before.

When I pulled my shoe off beside Tom’s face, he closed his eyes and moaned into his already gagged mouth. They were full of natural foot and Reebok aromatic odors. I put my two socks together, reached up and pulled the knot in Tom’s gag out far enough to get my socks pulled through and let go of the knot, letting it sink back into his mouth. Then I pulled down on my socks till the toes of them were snug over his nostrils.

There Tom lay while I stood up to take a good look at him, watching him struggle a bit and shaking his head, trying to get my socks off his nose and his socks out of his mouth. I asked Tom if he liked what he was getting so far. Tom just shook his head no and uttered something from his well filled mouth. Then I asked him if he liked ice in his water.

He knew then what I was up to, and started tugging and pulling from side to side, trying to yank loose. I told him to relax, that I didn’t think he would be doing himself any good wasting his energy like that, he would be needing his energy later, and off I went for the freezer to get my next project for Tom.

I returned to my room to find that Tom still hadn’t made any progress on getting loose. Believe me, I don’t care who you are, you ain’t going to escape this type of trick. I stood by the bed looking into Tom’s eyes, playing with the ice cubes I had gotten from the freezer. Tom stopped struggling and took one of those deep breaths that he had no choice about, through his nose, squinting his eyes at the same time. The way he looked I could tell my socks were still at their best.

I asked Tom if he could breathe through his mouth. He shook his head no. All I could tell him was, that’s good, because you will be breathing even harder when I start rubbing these ice cubes in places you can’t handle. Tom just lay there like a peter that had been sucked dry of all good will.

Taking the cubes from the cup, I rubbed them on his nipples, then slid them down to his pubic line and back up to his nipples. Tom just shook and strained, moaning through his stuffed mouth. There was also some movement from his pubic line, a rather large movement.

After teasing him like this for some time, I left one of the cubes melting in his belly button and moved to the foot of the bed. I looked up at Tom’s eyes and asked if his feet were still ticklish. Taking one of those deep breaths and tugging at the same time, Tom’s toes bent down as if to say please don’t do this to me. Grabbing another cube I started in on Tom’s feet, rubbing the cube between his toes and running it down the arch drove Tom to a quivering frenzy. Before stopping on his feet, I took a cube and slipped it up Tom’s poop shoot.

Tom went nuts tugging, pulling, straining and of course trying to cuss me, at the same time breathing very heavy through his sock covered nose. I started stroking him with the cubes till Tom’s sac started to draw up and blow. I quit in the nick of time, Tom was quivering in his bonds, wanting to jiz. I looked into his eyes and Tom was bucking, moaning for release, and I don’t think he was wanting me to release his bound body either.

I got up off the bed and went to my dresser drawer and got one more sock. Walking back to Tom, I asked him if he wanted to blow his wad. Tom moaned and bucked his ass up and down, shaking his head yes. I told Tom to hang on to his ass if he could because he was going to get what he wanted. Setting back down on the foot of the bed I wrapped the sock around his cock and balls and tied it tight, then tied it again only around his cock in a loose square knot. I leaned over and started sucking him, taking him in down to his pubes then up to the tip again, time after time I did this, till I had every ounce of blood in the head of his crank. Just when Tom was starting to quiver again is when I grabbed the sock I had tied around his cock and pulled the square knot as tight as I could, trapping Tom’s wishful thoughts within.

I got up off the bed, watching Tom in his frenzy, laying there groaning, moaning and bucking again, wanting to explode but unable to.

I studied Tom for quite some time, watching him squirm in his bonds and still trying to get his gag out, which was useless. Looking at the clock I saw it was only 1.33 and decided I needed another beer. Before leaving the room I turned to Tom and told him not to be going anywhere, that I hadn’t started tickling him yet. Do your readers have any idea what a power sander can do to a helpless friend?

Just a note of caution here, if anyone has any smelly ideas. It’s dangerous to tickle anyone when they’re gagged, even with delightful smelly socks. BW

Comments

[Ken Sancier]

Loved your story about using socks to bind Tom: I'll have to try it.

I hope you will write about the tickling session that followed your story.

Many thanks for all your contributions,

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