It was a long weekend and only a handful of students stayed, Logan and Chase among them. The tanned boy was taking a nap in his room, oblivious to the rest of the world when Chase decided to get some revenge for the recent pranks Logan had pulled on him.
Carefully, Chase put the boy's hands over his head and started to tie them up to the rails at the top. He had prepared to make sure it wouldn't backfire on him, so his knots were fail-proof. He was just as careful with the ankles, and to wrap it up, he decided to use some discarded socks to gag his captive. At this point, it didn't matter if Logan was awake, in fact, he needed it to gag him, so, he just plucked one of his prisoner's exposed pit hairs.
Logan woke up by the light sting under his right arm, saw Chase right in front of him, and tried to move his arm instinctively, realizing his efforts were vain, for he was very well tied up.
"What the hell is going...", Logan asked, still groggy, but his question was cut short when his mouth was suddenly invaded by a pair of worn socks.
The boy tried to fight, to no avail. In no time, Chase had crammed both socks inside Logan's mouth and was now sealing it with various rounds of duct tape. When his work was done, he took a step back to admire his work, watching a very angry, tied-up boy yelling muffled obscenities at him.
"I see that you're excited by the surprise. Well, this is just the beginning. Are you comfortable?", Chase asked as he plucked another pit hair.
The captive doubled his efforts to escape when he saw his friend approaching him with spidering fingers aiming at his underarms. This was his most sensitive spot. There was no way he would let anyone tickle him there. However, under his current circumstances, he didn't have a say.
Chase's fingers landed on the tips of the pit hairs, eliciting some anxious giggles from his captive. Logan could be a lot of things, but he had learned the hard way when to accept defeat, so he resorted to pleading as the threatening fingers were closer to his skin. His muffled pleas didn't have any effect at first. Then, as he was about to burst into laughter, Chase halted.
"Would you like me to stop?"
The captive nodded frantically.
"Are your hairy armpits sensitive?"
Logan resented the teasing, nonetheless, in his condition, he had no choice but to nod again.
"Well, that's too bad".
The large grin sent chills down Logan's spine. The captive braced himself for the worst as his vulnerable underarms were subject to the worst tickling he had ever had. He felt the fingers running freely over his pits, hating his need to show his arms all the time in those tank tops, which left him completely exposed for such an attack.
The captive was trying desperately to get his torturer out of his armpits, but he was way too well restrained. He had never felt so helpless before and he didn't like the feeling.
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