By aJonymous
From Jeremy’s window there was an unobstructed view right along the front of his frat house. It provided a great distraction from study on days like this one. At the moment the distraction took the form of a good looking young guy who had now made three passes of the front yard, stealing glances toward the main door on each pass, but seemingly quite unsure about whether he wanted to approach any closer.
This sort of behavior was not unknown out the front of Jeremy’s frat. More often than not it meant something good. Jeremy headed downstairs and made a wide circuit of the grounds so that he would seem to be arriving from elsewhere in his engineered rendezvous with the dude on the next pass.
With due stealth, he got himself on the right trajectory so as not to be noticed until just as the guy passed the front entry again.
“Hey man, you need directions? If so I’m a native and happy to point ya the right way,” Jeremy said as he sidled up to the guy.
The dude was more than a little startled, and also took a couple of glances at Jeremy’s face, as though in recognition. “Um oh, well, like, actually I’m sort of getting a feel for the frats since there’s a fair chance I’m enrolling here and, you know, just taking a passing look or whatever.”
The guy was nervous enough for Jeremy to trust his instincts on the real purpose of this visit: drawn in by the myth, almost certainly. “Well you’re talking to a veteran of this frat right here and I’d be failing my duties if I didn’t offer to show you round.”
With just a little residual hesitation, the guy, who introduced himself as Bobby followed Jeremy inside, winding up the in room that passed for an admin space.
“So do you know anyone who’s been a member here Bobby?” Jeremy quizzed the dude.
“No I, well not really. I mean I thought I might have been, um, web chatting, just randomly, with a member here, but I can’t be sure you know.”
“Oh really? So would you recognize the name or the face again?” Jeremy asked innocently.
At this Bobby began to look especially awkward. “Well the pic the chatter used seemed to be, one of you actually, Jeremy.” When Jeremy made no response of familiarity to this news, Bobby changed tactic and added “um that’s why I’m wondering if it could have been some sort of, well, prank.”
“Oh yeah, you know what rival frats are like man, always happy for some fun at each other’s expense. So what crazy stuff did my ‘picture-sake’ describe about our frat that sparked your interest?”
Now Bobby was visibly getting flushed in the face. “Um yeah it was kind of out-there. And I mean I didn’t so much come here due to any interest, but I thought you should know what was going on, mainly,” he trailed off, not wanting to answer Jeremy’s question in full.
“Oh sure thing man, I can totally appreciate where you’re coming from with that and it’s cool of you to let us know. Maybe if you describe roughly when the chat was and something about whatever story they sold you, we’d have an idea who was behind it and tell ’em we get the joke already.”
Bobby calmed down somewhat. “OK well it would have been Thursday night of last week, around ten.”
“Right, just making some notes here,” Jeremy said reassuringly. He had a computer in front of him, the monitor screen well out of Bobby’s view. On this he called up his web chat log from the previous Thursday night. There it was – the pic the guy had exchanged hadn’t been a full face shot, but pretty clearly it was Bobby. Nice!
“So lastly Bobby, what was the kind of vibe this person described about the frat?”
“Well,you’re gonna think I’m stupid for even letting the person tell me this crap, but they sort of made out that the guys here run some kind of .. tickling club.” Bobby winced as he finally said the word ‘tickling’. He was not only totally uncomfortable telling this to Jeremy, but also feeling crestfallen that all the amazing stuff he’d become half convinced about during last week’s web chat was seemingly based on nothing but a dumb prank.
“Oh haha wow – they come up with something more bizarre every time,” Jeremy responded. “Tickling club! Yeah of course and they probably distorted some hazing story or other and voila – instant myth. Well I’ll take care of that issue, but for now I’m forgetting my manners since I’m meant to be showing you the frat house.”
Bobby was led down to the basement, with Jeremy greeting the occasional frat brother that they passed on the way. He was just beginning to relax and take in the tour as Jeremy opened a door and ushered him into the main room of the basement. A moment later Bobby was looking over an entire room fitted out with padded tables and all manner of bondage gear. He turned to Jeremy, who was grinning cunningly.
“I’m glad you followed up on our chat Bobby. If you want to do some of the things we talked about, have yourself stripped down to your boxers when I return in two minutes.”
Bobby was feeling light-headed as he wandered around this amazing room. Having first thought it all a hoax, and then so suddenly to see it was very probably real, and on offer right now – he was quite beside himself with excitement.
It was in this state of excited confusion that Bobby began to strip off his clothes. He didn’t want to think too hard about it – instinct racing ahead of analysis. He knew he’d longed for contact with other people as fond of tickling as himself. Well here they were! Time to just swing with it and make the right impression, even though he could barely imagine what it would be like being restrained in some of this bondage gear and unable to defend his ticklish body even slightly.
The grinning Jeremy returned and, with a little friendly prompting, got Bobby restrained with strong yet comfortable straps to a thickly padded table. Bobby was face up and spread eagled and had never before felt so vulnerable, yet so excited.
“So Bobby, going by the stuff you told me when we chatted the other night, I think you would really find our little frat here a true brotherhood,” Jeremy said, as the last adjustment of restraints was seen to.
“Oh yeah, I really meant what I said Jeremy. Only, I probably won’t be able to stop myself from trying to curse you out and make you quit it. You shouldn’t take that to mean anything bad – I’m just really super.. um, well you know.”
“Haha ‘ticklish’ is the word you’re looking for there I think dude,” Jeremy responded. “Yeah it’s ok Bobby – this isn’t a hazing. We don’t have much need of your classic entry hazing here. Hazing implies you pay your dues in some creative way and then when it’s through, just revert to any old boring interactions. But with us, the tickling we like to do to each other is part of our weekly recreation and comradeship. That said, you do still need to make a good impression on your potential frat brothers,.”
“Oh right, um how should I do that?” Bobby asked.
“Just the normal way – a meet and greet session with a few of them,” Jeremy responded.
“Sure, whenever you like I’ll come over and,”
“Actually Bobby, I’ve scheduled it for right now. Come on in guys.”
With that five guys came through the door. One of them started humming the shark attack theme from ‘Jaws’, which raised a laugh among the rest of them.
Bobby began to feel a little freaked. He glanced at the bunch of guys and then back at Jeremy, with enough of an expression of panic to spur Jeremy to make a further explanation.
“Don’t worry man, nothing changes from the overall quantity and duration of tickling we talked over in web chat. Like I said, this is a meet and greet. Each of the guys here wants to extend some of our frat hospitality and make your acquaintance. Just be yourself and they’ll warm to ya in no time. OK let’s get going – come on up Jeff.”
A tall guy of around 20 with a lean build and black hair approached Bobby. “Hey Bobby, good to meet you, I’m Jeff.” With that his fingers darted to Bobby’s sides and began tickling along the length of each.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA NOOOOO HAHAHAHAA,” was Bobby’s first contribution to the meet and greet session.
“Well I’m really encouraged to hear you say that man,” Jeff responded. “So you’re thinking of joining us here huh?”
“HAHAHAHA OH SHIT HAHAHAHA C’MON HAHAHAHA.” Bobby’s mouth was now wrenched open, bearing his tonsils to toward the ceiling as these tremors of ticklish laughter welled up through his body.
The other guys murmured positive remarks to one another about this one’s apparent ticklishness.
Jeremy remained standing close to Bobby’s head. He leaned in a little to talk to the hysterical guy. “Jeff here is a Physiotherapy major. He seems to have expert knowledge of exactly where to find all the best nerve endings along a dude’s torso or legs to make it tickle like hell.”
“Wahahahaha STOP HAHAHAHAA,.,” Bobby cackled.
“OK, dude it’s been good meeting you, but I better let the round of intros continue” Jeff said, as he finally eased up his tickle attack.
Bobby got about 20 seconds worth of panting and recovery in until the next frat guy arrived. This one had the build and complexion of a surfer dude.
“Hey there, I’m Blake. If the rest of your personality is as cool as your laugh we’ll be buddies for sure man.” Blake let the pointer finger of each hand hover just minutely above the surface of Bobby’s armpits, almost brushing against the sparse pit hairs of the 18 year old. This alone was yielding helpless giggles from Bobby, which Blake pretended not to hear.
“That uncouth Jeff – you think he’d have given you a chance to make conversation before he came in with all fingers blazing. I, on the other hand, am using this holding pattern so we can have a damn fine chat about how much you’re looking forward to your pits being tickled when I do start.”
“OH no hahaha don’t man hahahaha,” Bobby pleaded.
“Gee really? You’re not into this Bobby?,” Blake taunted.
“hehehe no c’mon I can’t hahaha take it hahaha.”
“So it would help if I stopped then?”
“yeah hahaha stop hahaha.”
“OK I’ll stop almost tickling your pits,..and start actually tickling them.”
In went Blake’s hungry fingers to the defenseless recesses of Bobby’s armpits, and his meek giggles were transformed into hysterical bellowing of laughter.
“Oh yeah,” Blake began. “I’m all for you joining us here Bobby – you’re pits are as ticklish as mine. I could use a break from being everyone’s favorite pit tickle target.”
“Or we could just get you both tied back to back for regular comparative technique sessions,” Jeremy remarked.
“STOHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAP HAHAHAHA,” Bobby pleaded. But Blake wasn’t about to let up during his short window of opportunity. Blake knew the sensation of time standing still that could come from having fingers running through such sensitive armpits, owing to his many experiences on the receiving end from his frat brothers. He rode out the last thirty seconds of his allotted time knowing it would seem way longer than that to Bobby.
“Nice getting to know you man,” Blake called as he left Bobby panting and totally zoned out.
Bobby’s attention was refocused as he felt a stimulating touch slide along the back of his right knee, followed by a succession of similar motions gaining in tempo progressively.
“Oh I’m sorry did I startle you man?. I hope not. Adam’s my name. Second year marketing and media studies.”
Bobby was now pointlessly trying to jiggle his legs against the restraints to lift his knees clear of the guy’s fingers. It acquired him barely half an inch of elevation and Adam easily kept his fingers in tickling contact through minor adjustments of his strokes.
“HAHAHAAHAHAHAAA STOP HAHAHAHAHA”
“Tickles pretty bad huh?.”
“HAHA YES HAHAHAA SHIHIHIT HAHA.”
“Then this should take your mind off it.” Suddenly Adam totally changed attack strategy and began making rapid groping movements up and down Bobby’s thighs. He applied reasonable pressure on the way up the leg, followed by light finger strokes coming back down. This got Bobby’s whole body quaking with ticklish spasms.
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA SHIT HAHAHAHA STOHAHAHAHAOP”
“I always say we dudes let ourselves forget how ticklish the legs can be. Thankfully with frat buddies like us there would always be compelling reminders to look forward to,” Adam mused to his hysterical ticklee.
“Time I passed the baton anyway Bobby. Great meeting you like this man!.”
No sooner had Adam’s tickling fingers withdrawn, than the next guy literally bound up onto the bondage table and got himself straddling Bobby just below the hips.
The clearly excitable dude announced “I welcome you Bobby, and particularly your fucking ticklish body. I be Dan, an ecology major, and I’ll be damned if your abs and ribs aren’t just screaming out to get to know my fingers man..”
“Oh shit!! c’mon I need a brea,HEHEHEHEHAAAAHAAHAA,.,” came Bobby’s truncated response, as Dan went to work on his ribs.
“What exactly is a ‘brea..hehehe’?” Dan inquired wickedly. “Bread roll? Breast implant? Oh no I’ve got it – you were trying to say you need a brain teaser, like those ones where you work out how the carrot and two bits of coal end up on the wet ground. That stumped me for like hours man.”
“No HAHAHA A BREAK HAHAHAHAHAAA,” but Dan ignored him and continued with his light hearted banter while tickling his way around Bobby’s lean ribs and tummy.
“Never fear,I’ll save you!!!,” said the last approaching guy in his best heroic voice. “Be gone you wicked torso tickler,” he said to Dan.
“Curses,” Dan responded as he climbed down and withdrew from the table.
“No need to thank me good citizen. I am called Stevie, the virtuous. Your rescue is at hand.”
“You’re just gonna tickle me somewhere else,” Bobby replied through glazed eyes and panting breath.
“Yeah, pretty much man. But that’s OK because you know what?,” Stevie responded.
“No, what?”
Stevie leaned right in close to Bobby and replied “Cos you secretly love it.”
He then dashed down to the far end of the table and Bobby knew his feet were the final targets “OH shit haha don’t heheh no! come on I’m,” but Stevie’s fingers started their rapid fire tickling of Bobby’s soles. “GAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA NO HAHAHA.”
“So is there actually anywhere you aren’t ticklish man?” Stevie inquired. His fingers were now slotted in the small recesses between Bobby’s toes and manipulating the soft flesh there. This ensured little chance of a considered response from the cackling Bobby.
“NO MORE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHEHEHEHEEZ.”
Stevie worked around Bobby’s arches, toes and brief excursions onto the tops of his feet for a few more minutes, then at last withdrew his tickling.
Bobby lay there panting. “Oh fuck, that was amazing. You guys were all ruthless!.”
“Man it’s a small wonder you aren’t tickle-phobic – your whole body is like a live wire,” Jeremy replied.
“Hehehe yeah it’s definitely a love-hate kind of thing. So does that mean I would be thought of favorably for entry here?.”
“You’ve scored top marks on the tickling front,” Jeremy began. “Now we have one last social aspect to dispense with and that should seal it.”
“OK sounds great,” Bobby replied.
“Gather round guys,” Jeremy called to the other five. “Now everyone assume a poised position.”
All six of them closed in on the still helpless Bobby and brought their fingers to within a quarter inch of his body, concentrating on areas that had already proved to be ticklish in the previous ten minutes of introductions.
“Oh come on guys! I’d die!” Bobby stammered, already holding back laughter from the severe vulnerability sensations he was enveloped by.
“As mentioned Bobby, this is a social skills assessment,” Jeremy said reassuringly. “You’ve already had an introduction from all six of us. Now all you need to do is what any good social networker excels at. Show that you remembered all our names. Anyone you address correctly by name will withdraw from the table. The only other rule is that I’m immune and get to tickle you until you’ve made it through naming the other five guys. Here we go.”
At that Bobby felt the onslaught of six pairs of expert hands beginning to do their worst on all his most ticklish tracts of skin. The sudden explosion of ticklish laughter seemed for a moment to press him into his padded torture table like a G force.
“HAHAHA WAIT HAHAHAHAA I NEED HAHAHA TIME HAHAHAHAAAA”
“Come on man, we all introduced ourselves to ya in the past ten minutes,” one of the dudes said.
It was no good. Bobby had been so phased during his ticklish introductions that he hadn’t committed any of the guys names to memory.
“PLEASE HAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T HAHAHAHAAAAAAAA.”
“Just try man,” responded another. “The worst anyone has ever scored in this task is getting two names right.”
“Maybe my record’s about to be broken!,” another voice chimed in.
Though barely able to use his brain for anything under this torture, Bobby started to run through common guys names in his head. “HAHAHA DAVID HAHAHAAA there was HAHAHA a DAVID !!! HAHAHA”
“Afraid not man,” Jeremy replied, in a tone of mock sympathy.
Ten minutes, and several big clues later, Bobby had gotten through naming all his ticklers. The guys were all congratulatory and totally affectionate toward him as soon as it ended, making Bobby feel pleased with himself, in spite of the torture he’d just been through.
The happy crew filed out of the recreation room, leaving just Jeremy to deal with Bobby’s release.
“So Bobby – think you could see yourself joining us here at Theta Kappa Gamma?,” Jeremy asked, beaming down at Bobby.
“You bet man. This place is like my dream house. So please tell me I made the right impression with the guys.”
“You blew us away dude. I like to just do one last thing in these situations, it’ll only take a minute I promise.”
Jeremy let his fingers begin to play with the twists of hair in Bobby’s armpits, causing him to crack up once more with ticklish giggles.
“Oh god hahaha what now man? Hahaha.”
“I just need you to say ‘please let me join this tickling frat’. You can say that right? “
“HAHAHA OK stop and I will hahaheeehehehehahaha.”
” No you need to say it while you’re getting tickled Bobby,” Jeremy taunted.
“DAMN HAHAHA,. please heheheheahaha let me join hahaha this hahahaha this hahaha tickling frat.”
“Awesome. Now say it just one more time and you’re done.” With that Jeremy let his fingers attack Bobby’s pits with full intensity.
“Oh GOD HAHAAAA HAHAHAHA.”
“Just spit it out man and you’re in,” Jeremy encouraged him.
“PLEEEEHEHEHEHZE”
“Yeah that’s the first word down.”
“LET ME HAHAHAHAHAHA JOIN HAHAHAHAAAAA”
“Nearly there dude”
“THIS TICKLING FRAT HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA”
* * * *
(Six months later)
Jeremy was deeply engrossed in a text book as he heard one of his frat brothers wander up and poke their head into his open doorway.
“Hey what’s up man?,” Jeremy said in greeting.
“I see you haven’t been procrastinating today or you’d have noticed – there’s a guy just made his second pass of the front yard. All the usual tell tale signs,” replied Bobby.
“Well I think it’s high time you got to case manage one of our house tours don’t you? Call me if it turns out as expected, you know I’d love to lend a hand.”
“Will do skipper. Damn I love this place,” Bobby grinned and raced out to see what the myth magnet had drawn in this time.