Not A Tickle Fight, A Tickle MassacreSome of my most memorable horribly ticklish moments in my life involve my cousin Derek. Most of what I learned about tickling I learned from him. I was just reminded to write this one after his last visit. I hadn't seen him in a while so naturally I wanted to catch up. We were hanging in the ba
After a while we got to talking, and when we ran out of things to catch up on, we started to recall the past. I remembered all the other times he use to visit when I was younger. Most of which always ended in me screaming uncle over and over, or agreeing to doing gross things to make him stop tickling.
I remembered most of them vividly for that reason, but he insisted on going through each in detail anyway. He reminded me of these "Tickle Death Hugs" He use to have. Him being an older cousin it was easy to trap me with just a simple hug. To add to that, Derek is a big 6ft 5 Leviathan, 10 years older than me. Holding me still was an easy task. Once he did, he'd tangle my arms up in some weird vine, open me up, and attack to his hearts content.
He would go on.......... "Or how about the time". ...... He tied my arms behind my back countless times leaving me even more subject to his tickle experimentation. "Or the times when" ........ He had tried countless tickle games out on me, tickle twister, tickle tag, the list goes on and on.
We talked on and he kept repeating..."Yeah I use to get you really good..." I would respond saying..."Yeah, those days are over though," and he would stare with a grin on his face. Chilling....
I kept thinking to myself, he couldn't really be thinking of trying that on me now? For goodness sakes I'm in my 20's...Still Terribly ticklish...But I thought I would be able to fend him off this time...He still towered over me but I thought things would be different....Wishful thinking...
But I already knew what he was thinking. With that I got up heading for the stairs. Before I could get there I felt his hand wrap around my ankle. He clipped my legs and had me on the floor.
"BULLSHIT!!" I yelled out as he got up still holding me and his hands descended towards me. I couldn't believe he was still throwing me around like a rag doll.... embarrassing.....
He was toying with me, poking me, leading and backing me up towards the wall till I was cornered....... I nervously started laughing before he even really started....
Then he started in on me, wearing me down methodically. It started with him attacking my tummy, ribs and sides rapidly. His hands never stayed in one place, as I tried grabbing and swatting them. Every time I moved my arms to cover, he had already found another opening. He blitzed me into confusion.
This is not at all how I saw this playing out in my head...lol.
He kept me pinned against the wall in a sitting position, squeezing his hands into every opening. I couldn't get up because his weight pinned my front. He's difficult to push off, the size of a damn grizzly bear.
When I tried standing my socks gave way, slipping and sliding against the carpet floor. I couldn't get any traction, just couldn't find my footing. He had me pinned against the wall.
Struggling with him sapped my energy quickly, and soon he got me laughing steadily.
"SHIITHAahahaahhaaa FRikinGSTOpP! SERiouslY!! FRiikINGnGKHAHAhaHAHAHaaaA! You're NOT Doing ThiS AGaINNhaHAhahahAAAHAa!"
Every time I extended an arm to push him away, he made me pay. Each time he caught my outstretched arm saying....
"Ohhh YOu want me to have this arm To?!" Then his fingers would swivel ticklish shapes in my underarms.
I went Berserk, squirming so wildly that I knocked my head against the wall several times. It took everything in me not to curl into a friking ball and look like a fool.
I was starting to wear down, turning into a laughing mess. I gathered strength to give one last push to get him off me. He just ended up using my own weight against me to yank me down to the floor on my belly. He sat on my hands and pulled my shirt up over my head so I couldn't see. Then I felt his fingers on my now bare torso.
I yelped, slamming my legs in aggravation.
Every rib plucked by his cold hands, every squeeze to my sides every time he bear clawed my back, I went further into panic stricken laughter.
I was starting to lose feeling in my hands , his bear *** sitting on them. When he did let them go he quickly transitioned, pinning me with one hand and all his weight. He was heading to my feet.
I got desperate and was reduced to scrambling. As soon as I felt him lift up I made another escape attempt, but he dragged me down again. He ended up plopping himself down on my ankles, his back facing me. Then the worse tickling started.
He peeled my socks off, only teasing at first. He flicked just a finger up and down my soles making me twitch, provoking me.
I couldn't believe he could still do this after all these years.
His pace intensified as he raked his nails up and down from the ball of my foot to my heel. Albeit slow, this torture was insanely ticklish. My bare soles spasmed to every move his fingers made. He was tormenting every nerve.
I was hysterical, spilling out gales of laughter and starting to pound my fists on the carpet. Though laughing hard, I managed to squirm my way onto my back.
Stupidly I sat up and used this chance to punch him in the side. I called myself getting payback but it didn't do anything but **** him off.
"Wrong move buddy." HE said as I felt the tickling on my soles escalate, much faster and harder..
I screamed breathlessly for him to let me go, pleading and begging just the any other time. I tried so hard to escape, but i was in no position. After a while I was even to weak to try. I just had to lay there as he tickled me into helplessness. The most i could do was pull the back of his shirt feebly, gasping and tearing.
Like most other times he ignored me, and continued on full force. He had clearly won and had to add insult to injury. He continued until i had almost completely stopped laughing, and just coughed.
When he did let me go, he pushed my head down so called "lovingly." He headed upstairs saying "See kid, Nothings really changed at all...Haha."