The Ticklish Trials of Dman and theAZNstr8boi
NOTE: This story is a fictional account of what a good tickling might be like between the two co-founders of the site. We have never met, and if we ever do- Global Domination will be the first goal. Tickling can come after we take down Oprah... This story (and future installments of it) will be on a perspective basis, when you see paragraph breaks, we are switching viewpoints.
Was I nervous? Sure I was. Oh. I guess introductions are in order. I’m Dman...you know, creator of Out of the Stocks. I’m your average Michigan guy, slim build- about six foot. Dark short hair, and size 11 feet. Very ticklish ones, I might add, heh. So where was I...Oh! Well, I had just touched down at Sacramento’s Airport, and I was thrilled, and nervous. I was finally after so long of knowing my partner, theAZNstr8boi, going to FINALLY get to meet him. First off, I was thrilled to get to hang out with a guy I called probably one of my best friends, online or not, for the very first time. Why was I nervous? Well no one can ever tell WHO you’re meeting online...granted we had known eachother for a while, but there was also that lingering fear of “What if he decides to find out how ticklish I am in real life, and not in roleplays?” We had done several role plays online together, and they actually helped inspire a lot of the stories we wrote.
I walked outside of the terminal, and there I saw him. A 23 year old asian guy, with very short, jet-black hair, a tanned complexion, and a smile on his face. This, was going to be interesting to get to know (for name’s sake we’ll call him Brayden) in real life. I rolled my luggage behind me, and welcomed him with a hug.
I was just as nervous as Dan was to be honest. Well, I’m just your typical college kid from NorCal and also the co-founder of Out of the Stocks. I’m about 6 foot, average build, size 12 feet and they’re fairly ticklish... but no one needs to know that part! I was super stoked to meet him in real life because we have become such close friends over the past several months. He texted me when he landed in Sacramento and I was excited, yet nervous at the same time. When I saw him for the first time, I embraced him with a big hug and a little poke to his sides, which I was dying to do! By the way, he jumped like crazy, just like I expected him to, it was GREAT! We went into the parking lot to where my car was, I loaded up his luggage and off we went back to my house for some real fun...
I wont bore you with the details of our conversation that took place in the car. Just small-talk and general catching-up, for the most part. We all know why you’re reading this though, so who cares about the little details, right? Haha. He had a very deep voice, as I had known, but it was SO wierd to connect the face to the voice in PERSON! That poke was pretty surprising, but not unexpected. God, my sides were ticklish. I’d have to say the worst part of my body was the armpits and feet. Anytime someone wanted something out of me, all they had to do was dig into my well-haired pits to get me squirming and pleading. Oh god, I hope he didn’t learn that secret. We drove back (a short drive) to his house, where he lived with his parents. But, we had very well planned for my visit when his parent’s were off to LA (a good six hour commute) so we could chill and have a great time with one another. We got out of the car, he rolled my luggage into his house, and we went up to his bedroom, where I sat up on his bed with him, where we popped in a video game, and played, side by side for a little while. And might I add, I was kicking his ass (Mario Kart is a skill you learn).
“Beat you again!” I said in glee, turning to face him, as he gave me that sinister look of death I had already grown accustomed to.
“I’m just having an off day ok!” I said with a stern, but playful voice. “But,” I added, with a raised eyebrow. “How about we make the next game interesting, with a little wager?”
“How so?”
“Well, since we both know how much I’d LOVE to tickle you, how about this: whoever wins the next game, gets tickled! Knowing my skills in Mario Kart, it’s gonna be YOU! I grinned wickedly at Dman (or Dan as we’ll call him for further reference).”
Well, I didn’t think Brayden had much of a shot here. Lets be honest, in Michigan you either play video games, drink, or...well that’s about it. I realized however that the state pastime in California was hustling, as Brayden had just done to me. He was kicking my ass in this round of Mario Kart. This little twerp had conned me good. The game ended, and he grinned once again at me with that wicked smile (He watched too many Dracula movies, in my opinion).
See, he thought he could beat me, but I’m awesome when it comes to wages, such as getting the chance to tickle him. So, of course, I won and it seemed like Dan didn’t know what to do or think at that point. All he could do was accept his fate and prepare himself for a good old fashioned finger tickling provided by yours truly!
Lets cut the crap, he got lucky and beat me on an off chance, and now I had to submit to a little tickling. Big whoop. I knew it was coming anyways, so why not roll with it?
“Alrighty Dan, lay out on the bed, and we can have lets say....twenty minutes of tickle fun to figure out what works best on you in person!”
“Why is it that everything between us has to involve me being tickled in some fashion!?”
“Just do it!”
He was getting a little lippy, but oh well. I had already taken my shoes off, but my socked feet must have looked pretty inviting. As I laid out on the bed, I saw his glare go to them. Just then, I felt him straddle my waist, staring into me.
Now, I remember that he told me awhile back that his armpits and feet are his most ticklish spots, I bet he hopes that I didn’t remember that, but I sure did! After I straddled his waist, I slowly began to wiggle my fingers in front of his face and gradually going towards his armpits.
“I hate you, sometimes” I stared into his eyes with a nervous glance first to his fingers, which were mere inches from my pits. I had put them behind my head for free access.
“You hate me?!?! That wasn’t very nice to say my friend!” I then proceeded to lightly tickle his pits with my fingertips and man... his pits ARE pretty sensitive and I LOVE it!
“Ohohohoho dahahahamnhehahaha!” I struggled to hold my arms up...WHY did I wear a tank-top that day!? I felt his fingers dig lightly into my dark brown pit hairs, swirling gently into them, grinning at me, as I laughed into his face
“Ohhh, someone seems pretty ticklish eh?” (This was my chance to really let him have it, no more role-playing this time). I picked up the pace a little and began to tickle a little faster right in the center of his sensitive pits.
“Ohohogodheahahaha thihihisheha ishahaha horrihihiblehahaha!” I stammered, trying desperately to keep my exposed pits showing, and then I realized true horror. I hate heat and sweat easily in it. But this LITTLE amount of tickling had already begun the process- I felt a soft pad of moisture forming in the center of my pit already, and I knew if he kept it up, things were going to get much more sensitive.”
“Ohohohomahahahan!” I breathed, trying to keep my composure.
“Awww, does someone has ticklish pits?” I gave him an evil look and then made small little circles with my pointer fingers into his sweaty and sensitive pits and it worked wonders!
“Nohoho nohoho-m-mor-mohohore!” I breathed heavily, as I began squirming under his weight- and then realized from the clock facing me that five minutes had passed. Fifteen remained...then I felt the pressure of his fingers increase, as all five dug into my pits, full force.
“I think someone is enjoying this, aren’t you?” As I dug into his pits, he howled with laughter and begged me to stop tickling him, but of course, I just kept going.
“OHOHOHO GAWHAHAHADDD!! PLEHEHASEHAHAHA! NOHOHO-MO-MORHEOEAHAHAHA!!!!!” He had me screaming already, I felt his fingers gliding relentlessly into my exposed sweaty pits, forcing me into agony.
“Now, I think your pits had enough tickling... for now anyways! Let’s move onto your sides here, shall we?” I start to lightly glide up and down his sides with my fingertips and he definitely got goosebumps and began to squirm even more.
“BRAYHAHA-HAYDENHEAHA! Stahah-ahahap!” I was going nuts already. My brow had begun to moisten, and I was just to the halfway-point.
Ah, each little drop of sweat on his body told me that the tickling was getting to him. I also remembered that his waist was a good spot too, I drilled my thumbs into his hips, and watched him buck like crazy, he almost made me fall off the bed.
“NOhohoahaha! Nohohot therehahahehaha! Plehehaseheahse!”
I think I just struck gold. Time to test the waters...
“What, HERE?” I said with an evil laugh, as I massaged and wiggled all ten fingers across his hips, digging firmly into his flanks to watch him laugh and beg.
“OHOHOGODHEAHA YEHEHASHEHAHA, THEERHEEEEEHAHAHA!”
“Tell me how bad it tickles!”
“OHOohoGODHEAHA ithehah TICKLEheahsehahaHAHAAA!!!!”
I was done with gentle tickling. Now it was time to make him laugh. I ferociously began digging into his hips, then scratched and pinched at his sides, moving back into his pits-
“OHOGODhehaha nothehaha thereheha again!”
“And you got them NICE and sweaty for me!” I dug in and wiggled like no tomorrow.
“OHOHOGGODHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Don’t my fingers feel nice, gliding through those sweaty hairs? Coochie coochie coo!”
“PLEHEHASEHEAHAHA NOHOHOHO MOREHEAHAHAHAAAA!” I was loosing it, I could have killed him, but I still had six more minutes to go. Just then...he stopped...I panted furiously, trying to catch my breath, as I saw him move off of me, and walk to the end of the bed...
“Well, well, well, look what we have here!!! I think we have some pretty ticklish feet here, we should test them out!” I began to lightly tickle up and down his socked feet and already he started to wiggle his feet around... I could only imagine what would happen if I took his socks off!
“Ohohogodhehaa myhheha feheheetheha” I shook my head back and forth, closing my eyes, laughing to the ceiling. But then I felt something different...had he grown his fingernails out?! I could feel scraping against my soles, and shit, it TICKLED!
“You see, upon your arrival, I knew if I grew my fingernails out, it’d tickle even more!” I picked up the speed a little and tickled faster all over his socked feet, he could barely keep them still.
It was just then I realized that half of my sock was being removed... I felt scratching fingernails all up and down the bottom half of my arch, as his other hand worked over my still-socked right foot.
I definitely noticed when I tickled his barefoot, I got an even greater reaction, which I was hoping for! I removed his left sock completely and I start to tickle where I KNEW it tickles the most, right under his toes and let me tell you, it was like I hit the jackpot!!! *Does it tickle right here, Dan???” tickle tickle tickle
“OHOHOHOGODHAHAHAHAHAAHAH PLEHEHAESEHAHAHA NOTHEHAHA THEREHAHAHA!” I was thrashing wildly, if I thought the armpits were bad, it was nothing to the spot underneath my toes. It was pure murder as I felt all ten of his nails scratching away at one foot, switching back and forth, this was torture.
“PLeheahseheahahaha- MerhacyheHAHEAHAEEAHA!”
“Mercy??? I don’t know the meaning of the word!” I began to remove the right sock and as I did, I tickled the bare skin and once both feet were bare, I went in for the kill and tickled under his toes with my deadly fingernails! “Want me to stop tickling your feet???”
“OHOGHODHEAHAHA YEHEHEASEHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP ITHEHAHA!” I thrashed insanely as his one arm wrapped around my ankles, as the other assaulted my ticklish feet, scribbling back and forth from one to the other. First the toes...then under them...back to the base of the feet, then up and down the arches. I didn’t know fingers could move that fast. He laughed along with me, but his laugh held something much darker.
I looked up at the clock and realized that the 20 minutes were up... so I had to stop tickling him, since this was just a tickle test. “Wow dude... you are definitely the most ticklish person I’ve ever tickled before and I’m gonna have SO much fun with you!” I let go of his ankles and just let him catch his breath as he just laid on my bed panting and laying there in relief.
“Hehehe man... dohon’t tickle me anymore!!!”
“Well, we can’t have you come all this way without giving you the full treatment, right?” I then give him a nice big evil smile.
“He-hey-heyyy! Why are you smiling at me like th-that???” I knew that smile too well and I knew he wasn’t finished with me yet, I began to get nervous again and I was nervously waiting for him to make his next move.
As I laid there catching my breath, he ran to...his bathroom? What on Earth...he returned a moment later, grinning wickedly, while he closely examined a plastic-bristled hairbrush.
“I think you’ll remember this little item from our role play sessions. Maybe I should have been more clear when you asked me what I had planned for this little visit of yours. I’m going to tickle you and there’s no one here, and no escape. I’m going to tickle you, and that’s all there is to it. I’ll tickle you till you’re too tired to move, then I’ll tie you up, and tickle you more. I’ll use every tool in this house on you until I make you beg. And then you know what I'll do? I’ll tickle you more.”
I gulped, as he walked closer to me, the hairbrush outstretched in his hand, coming closer to my feet...
Was I nervous? Sure I was. Oh. I guess introductions are in order. I’m Dman...you know, creator of Out of the Stocks. I’m your average Michigan guy, slim build- about six foot. Dark short hair, and size 11 feet. Very ticklish ones, I might add, heh. So where was I...Oh! Well, I had just touched down at Sacramento’s Airport, and I was thrilled, and nervous. I was finally after so long of knowing my partner, theAZNstr8boi, going to FINALLY get to meet him. First off, I was thrilled to get to hang out with a guy I called probably one of my best friends, online or not, for the very first time. Why was I nervous? Well no one can ever tell WHO you’re meeting online...granted we had known eachother for a while, but there was also that lingering fear of “What if he decides to find out how ticklish I am in real life, and not in roleplays?” We had done several role plays online together, and they actually helped inspire a lot of the stories we wrote.
I walked outside of the terminal, and there I saw him. A 23 year old asian guy, with very short, jet-black hair, a tanned complexion, and a smile on his face. This, was going to be interesting to get to know (for name’s sake we’ll call him Brayden) in real life. I rolled my luggage behind me, and welcomed him with a hug.
I was just as nervous as Dan was to be honest. Well, I’m just your typical college kid from NorCal and also the co-founder of Out of the Stocks. I’m about 6 foot, average build, size 12 feet and they’re fairly ticklish... but no one needs to know that part! I was super stoked to meet him in real life because we have become such close friends over the past several months. He texted me when he landed in Sacramento and I was excited, yet nervous at the same time. When I saw him for the first time, I embraced him with a big hug and a little poke to his sides, which I was dying to do! By the way, he jumped like crazy, just like I expected him to, it was GREAT! We went into the parking lot to where my car was, I loaded up his luggage and off we went back to my house for some real fun...
I wont bore you with the details of our conversation that took place in the car. Just small-talk and general catching-up, for the most part. We all know why you’re reading this though, so who cares about the little details, right? Haha. He had a very deep voice, as I had known, but it was SO wierd to connect the face to the voice in PERSON! That poke was pretty surprising, but not unexpected. God, my sides were ticklish. I’d have to say the worst part of my body was the armpits and feet. Anytime someone wanted something out of me, all they had to do was dig into my well-haired pits to get me squirming and pleading. Oh god, I hope he didn’t learn that secret. We drove back (a short drive) to his house, where he lived with his parents. But, we had very well planned for my visit when his parent’s were off to LA (a good six hour commute) so we could chill and have a great time with one another. We got out of the car, he rolled my luggage into his house, and we went up to his bedroom, where I sat up on his bed with him, where we popped in a video game, and played, side by side for a little while. And might I add, I was kicking his ass (Mario Kart is a skill you learn).
“Beat you again!” I said in glee, turning to face him, as he gave me that sinister look of death I had already grown accustomed to.
“I’m just having an off day ok!” I said with a stern, but playful voice. “But,” I added, with a raised eyebrow. “How about we make the next game interesting, with a little wager?”
“How so?”
“Well, since we both know how much I’d LOVE to tickle you, how about this: whoever wins the next game, gets tickled! Knowing my skills in Mario Kart, it’s gonna be YOU! I grinned wickedly at Dman (or Dan as we’ll call him for further reference).”
Well, I didn’t think Brayden had much of a shot here. Lets be honest, in Michigan you either play video games, drink, or...well that’s about it. I realized however that the state pastime in California was hustling, as Brayden had just done to me. He was kicking my ass in this round of Mario Kart. This little twerp had conned me good. The game ended, and he grinned once again at me with that wicked smile (He watched too many Dracula movies, in my opinion).
See, he thought he could beat me, but I’m awesome when it comes to wages, such as getting the chance to tickle him. So, of course, I won and it seemed like Dan didn’t know what to do or think at that point. All he could do was accept his fate and prepare himself for a good old fashioned finger tickling provided by yours truly!
Lets cut the crap, he got lucky and beat me on an off chance, and now I had to submit to a little tickling. Big whoop. I knew it was coming anyways, so why not roll with it?
“Alrighty Dan, lay out on the bed, and we can have lets say....twenty minutes of tickle fun to figure out what works best on you in person!”
“Why is it that everything between us has to involve me being tickled in some fashion!?”
“Just do it!”
He was getting a little lippy, but oh well. I had already taken my shoes off, but my socked feet must have looked pretty inviting. As I laid out on the bed, I saw his glare go to them. Just then, I felt him straddle my waist, staring into me.
Now, I remember that he told me awhile back that his armpits and feet are his most ticklish spots, I bet he hopes that I didn’t remember that, but I sure did! After I straddled his waist, I slowly began to wiggle my fingers in front of his face and gradually going towards his armpits.
“I hate you, sometimes” I stared into his eyes with a nervous glance first to his fingers, which were mere inches from my pits. I had put them behind my head for free access.
“You hate me?!?! That wasn’t very nice to say my friend!” I then proceeded to lightly tickle his pits with my fingertips and man... his pits ARE pretty sensitive and I LOVE it!
“Ohohohoho dahahahamnhehahaha!” I struggled to hold my arms up...WHY did I wear a tank-top that day!? I felt his fingers dig lightly into my dark brown pit hairs, swirling gently into them, grinning at me, as I laughed into his face
“Ohhh, someone seems pretty ticklish eh?” (This was my chance to really let him have it, no more role-playing this time). I picked up the pace a little and began to tickle a little faster right in the center of his sensitive pits.
“Ohohogodheahahaha thihihisheha ishahaha horrihihiblehahaha!” I stammered, trying desperately to keep my exposed pits showing, and then I realized true horror. I hate heat and sweat easily in it. But this LITTLE amount of tickling had already begun the process- I felt a soft pad of moisture forming in the center of my pit already, and I knew if he kept it up, things were going to get much more sensitive.”
“Ohohohomahahahan!” I breathed, trying to keep my composure.
“Awww, does someone has ticklish pits?” I gave him an evil look and then made small little circles with my pointer fingers into his sweaty and sensitive pits and it worked wonders!
“Nohoho nohoho-m-mor-mohohore!” I breathed heavily, as I began squirming under his weight- and then realized from the clock facing me that five minutes had passed. Fifteen remained...then I felt the pressure of his fingers increase, as all five dug into my pits, full force.
“I think someone is enjoying this, aren’t you?” As I dug into his pits, he howled with laughter and begged me to stop tickling him, but of course, I just kept going.
“OHOHOHO GAWHAHAHADDD!! PLEHEHASEHAHAHA! NOHOHO-MO-MORHEOEAHAHAHA!!!!!” He had me screaming already, I felt his fingers gliding relentlessly into my exposed sweaty pits, forcing me into agony.
“Now, I think your pits had enough tickling... for now anyways! Let’s move onto your sides here, shall we?” I start to lightly glide up and down his sides with my fingertips and he definitely got goosebumps and began to squirm even more.
“BRAYHAHA-HAYDENHEAHA! Stahah-ahahap!” I was going nuts already. My brow had begun to moisten, and I was just to the halfway-point.
Ah, each little drop of sweat on his body told me that the tickling was getting to him. I also remembered that his waist was a good spot too, I drilled my thumbs into his hips, and watched him buck like crazy, he almost made me fall off the bed.
“NOhohoahaha! Nohohot therehahahehaha! Plehehaseheahse!”
I think I just struck gold. Time to test the waters...
“What, HERE?” I said with an evil laugh, as I massaged and wiggled all ten fingers across his hips, digging firmly into his flanks to watch him laugh and beg.
“OHOHOGODHEAHA YEHEHASHEHAHA, THEERHEEEEEHAHAHA!”
“Tell me how bad it tickles!”
“OHOohoGODHEAHA ithehah TICKLEheahsehahaHAHAAA!!!!”
I was done with gentle tickling. Now it was time to make him laugh. I ferociously began digging into his hips, then scratched and pinched at his sides, moving back into his pits-
“OHOGODhehaha nothehaha thereheha again!”
“And you got them NICE and sweaty for me!” I dug in and wiggled like no tomorrow.
“OHOHOGGODHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Don’t my fingers feel nice, gliding through those sweaty hairs? Coochie coochie coo!”
“PLEHEHASEHEAHAHA NOHOHOHO MOREHEAHAHAHAAAA!” I was loosing it, I could have killed him, but I still had six more minutes to go. Just then...he stopped...I panted furiously, trying to catch my breath, as I saw him move off of me, and walk to the end of the bed...
“Well, well, well, look what we have here!!! I think we have some pretty ticklish feet here, we should test them out!” I began to lightly tickle up and down his socked feet and already he started to wiggle his feet around... I could only imagine what would happen if I took his socks off!
“Ohohogodhehaa myhheha feheheetheha” I shook my head back and forth, closing my eyes, laughing to the ceiling. But then I felt something different...had he grown his fingernails out?! I could feel scraping against my soles, and shit, it TICKLED!
“You see, upon your arrival, I knew if I grew my fingernails out, it’d tickle even more!” I picked up the speed a little and tickled faster all over his socked feet, he could barely keep them still.
It was just then I realized that half of my sock was being removed... I felt scratching fingernails all up and down the bottom half of my arch, as his other hand worked over my still-socked right foot.
I definitely noticed when I tickled his barefoot, I got an even greater reaction, which I was hoping for! I removed his left sock completely and I start to tickle where I KNEW it tickles the most, right under his toes and let me tell you, it was like I hit the jackpot!!! *Does it tickle right here, Dan???” tickle tickle tickle
“OHOHOHOGODHAHAHAHAHAAHAH PLEHEHAESEHAHAHA NOTHEHAHA THEREHAHAHA!” I was thrashing wildly, if I thought the armpits were bad, it was nothing to the spot underneath my toes. It was pure murder as I felt all ten of his nails scratching away at one foot, switching back and forth, this was torture.
“PLeheahseheahahaha- MerhacyheHAHEAHAEEAHA!”
“Mercy??? I don’t know the meaning of the word!” I began to remove the right sock and as I did, I tickled the bare skin and once both feet were bare, I went in for the kill and tickled under his toes with my deadly fingernails! “Want me to stop tickling your feet???”
“OHOGHODHEAHAHA YEHEHEASEHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP ITHEHAHA!” I thrashed insanely as his one arm wrapped around my ankles, as the other assaulted my ticklish feet, scribbling back and forth from one to the other. First the toes...then under them...back to the base of the feet, then up and down the arches. I didn’t know fingers could move that fast. He laughed along with me, but his laugh held something much darker.
I looked up at the clock and realized that the 20 minutes were up... so I had to stop tickling him, since this was just a tickle test. “Wow dude... you are definitely the most ticklish person I’ve ever tickled before and I’m gonna have SO much fun with you!” I let go of his ankles and just let him catch his breath as he just laid on my bed panting and laying there in relief.
“Hehehe man... dohon’t tickle me anymore!!!”
“Well, we can’t have you come all this way without giving you the full treatment, right?” I then give him a nice big evil smile.
“He-hey-heyyy! Why are you smiling at me like th-that???” I knew that smile too well and I knew he wasn’t finished with me yet, I began to get nervous again and I was nervously waiting for him to make his next move.
As I laid there catching my breath, he ran to...his bathroom? What on Earth...he returned a moment later, grinning wickedly, while he closely examined a plastic-bristled hairbrush.
“I think you’ll remember this little item from our role play sessions. Maybe I should have been more clear when you asked me what I had planned for this little visit of yours. I’m going to tickle you and there’s no one here, and no escape. I’m going to tickle you, and that’s all there is to it. I’ll tickle you till you’re too tired to move, then I’ll tie you up, and tickle you more. I’ll use every tool in this house on you until I make you beg. And then you know what I'll do? I’ll tickle you more.”
I gulped, as he walked closer to me, the hairbrush outstretched in his hand, coming closer to my feet...