03 - Barrett's Secret
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By Dorain
Sun Feb 18, 2007 6:59 pm
Barrett's Secret (ff/m)
This story is a work of fiction. It contains an account of a minor being restrained and tickled. All names are fictional. This story contains no pornographic or erotic content. Any similarity between the characters and any person or existing character is coincidental and unintentional. Dorain © 2001
“You know, little guy? It’s not easy being a teenager these days,” seventeen year old Michael said as he stared out the window of the ice cream shop.
Nine year old Barrett just looked at the teenager briefly, but didn’t stop shovelling the disgustingly sweet confection that the older boy had bought for him into his mouth.
Michael went to high school with Barrett’s older sisters; identical twins. Both Sharron and Mallory had huge crushes on Michael. He had been dating the two of them for months now; with them constantly bugging him to pick one or the other of them, once and for all. But Michael had hedged on making the decision. So the girls had given him an ultimatum — decide on one of them, or no more dates with either one of them. Michael had been pondering his decision, when he came across the girls’ little brother, and decided to invite the boy out for some ice cream. At least he was someone to talk to who had some idea what was going on.
“I really like both of them, you know. I see everything I like in both of them,” Michael said, even though the youngster wasn’t really listening to him. “But I guess that I really get along with Mallory, best.”
“Listen,” he said, drawing the nine year old’s attention to him completely for a moment. “I need you to keep that a secret for now, okay? I have to figure out the best way to tell them.”
Barrett almost choked on his spoonful of ice cream.
“S-Secret!? I can’t keep secrets from my sisters!” he protested vehemently.
“Oh, come on. You can keep quiet about it for a couple of days,” Michael said with an amused smile.
“No! You don’t understand. If Shar and Mal even suspect that I’m keeping something secret from them, they’ll…, well, they’ll get it out of me, for sure!” Barrett swallowed nervously.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Michael said. “Besides, if you tell them, then I’ll tell your parents just how much candy and sweets that I’ve been buying for you lately,” the teen promised with a grim smile.
Barrett walked home slowly, trying to practice keeping his expression straight, hoping that his sisters wouldn’t guess that he knew a secret. But that hope was dashed when he got home, and saw Mal and Shar standing in the front hall, smiling sweetly at him.
They didn’t say a word; but just kept glancing at him all throughout dinner. Poor Barrett thought he would go mad from the strain. The way they were looking at him just seemed to scream that they knew he was holding a secret. And yet, they didn’t say anything to him. He desperately wanted to ask them if they knew about his afternoon with Michael. But if they didn’t already know, then they surely would after he asked them that!
Barrett was devastated to hear that his parents were going out for the evening. It was something that they regularly did on Fridays; and Barrett was used to having a baby-sitter. But the moment he heard his mom thank his sisters for volunteering to stay home and watch him, young Barrett knew for sure that he was doomed.
The moment his parents’ car pulled out of the driveway, both girls spun and looked right at the brunette nine year old; the same inscrutable smiles on their faces.
“So, little brother,” Sharron asked with deceptive mildness. “What do you want to do tonight?”
“Umm, j-just watch TV?” he suggested as he backed towards the living room.
“Oh, pooh!” protested Mallory. “That’s what we always do. Let’s do something different!”
“L-Like what?” Barrett asked, fearful that he already knew what that was going to be. He looked towards the stairs, but his sisters were between him and them. Maybe if he ran through the kitchen, he could get around them?
“Let’s play a game!” Mallory said, from closer to him than she had been a moment ago. While young Barrett’s eyes were darting around, trying to find an escape route, his teenage sister had slipped up closer to him.
“Yeah!” said Sharron, clapping her hands gleefully. Although her voice was happy and cheerful, it felt like a frozen weight in Barrett’s stomach.
“Let’s play, ‘What did Michael say to Barrie-Warrie today?’.”
Barrett took off like a shot. Mallory missed her grab at his shirt, and took off after him, laughing.
“Jeannie called us this afternoon,” Sharron said as she acted like a hockey goalkeeper, trying to keep her little brother from reaching the stairs.
“She told us that she saw you with Michael, and that he told you something that made you nervous,” Mallory said as she managed to grab hold of the boy’s T-shirt when he slowed to evade Sharron.
“HE DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING TO ME!” Barrett protested as he wormed out of his shirt, and tried to dash between Sharron’s spread legs. But unfortunately, his stocking feet slid on the polished wood floor of the hallway, and he ended up sprawled on the floor, with his teenage sisters standing over him.
“Aw, c’mon!” he begged. “Please don’t do this to me.”
But Barrett knew it was futile. He meekly got to his feet as the girls grabbed his arms and led him upstairs. He knew that his sisters wouldn’t hurt him, but he certainly didn’t look forward to what he faced now.
He struggled a bit as the girls spread him out on his bed, but nothing too serious. He knew he wasn’t going to get away; and if he made it too hard for them, then they just might get him even worse as “revenge”. He couldn’t help but clench his little toes as Mallory tugged the socks off his feet before using bathrobe ties to secure his feet to the rails on the footboard of his bed. Within fifteen minutes of his parents leaving, Barrett found himself in an uncomfortably familiar position — spread eagle on his bed, wearing only his jeans. Now it wasn’t that the bonds, or the position was uncomfortable to the boy; his sisters made very sure that he wasn’t hurt in any way as they tied him up. It was just what they were about to do that made him so uncomfortable. He couldn’t help tugging at his wrists and ankles, trying, fruitlessly, to get free.
“Now, we’re ready to start, Barrie-Warrie,” Mallory teased.
She sat down next to the nine year old’s bare right side, smiling down at him with a deceptively benign smile. Sharron, meanwhile, sat down cross-legged at the foot of his bed. She gave a slight pat to the boy’s helplessly writhing bare soles before she leaned back and also grinned that same grin at him.
“So, what did Michael say to you today? Something about us?” Mallory asked sweetly.
Barrett clenched his eyes shut, anticipating an attack at any moment. “N-No. He just bought me some ice cream. Y-You know; get in good with the little brother, and find out some dirt on your two — you know…,” he lied, hoping they would buy it this time.
Mallory just sucked her teeth for a moment. “Tch! You know you shouldn’t lie to us, widdle baby brother. You’re a horrible little liar!”
Barrett’s eyes shot open wide as he felt Sharron starting to trail one finger along the tips of the toes of his left foot. It was a tolerable tickling sensation, but he knew that it was just the beginning of what was to come.
“H-Honest! Phnnnf! That’s all he wanted!!” Barrett pleaded, trying to keep himself from giggling at the nagging manipulation of his oh, so ticklish toes.
“Well, if you aren’t going to tell us the truth, then I guess we’ll just have to ask your giggly little piggies,” Mallory said, shaking her head in mock sadness.
“Oh, yes. The cute little Barrett-Piggies always like being convinced to talk, don’t they?” Sharron giggled as she started stroking the tops of the toes on both feet at the same time.
Barrett couldn’t help himself, and started giggling, and writhing his toes. But he couldn’t escape, and his sister kept on teasing the tops of his toes, making the youngster’s giggling go deeper and heavier.
“Do the Barrett-Piggies want to talk now?” she asked as she briefly flickered her long-nailed fingertips between his bubble-like toes.
Barrett couldn’t answer. As soon as the tender flesh between his toes first felt the feathery caress, he burst into full laughter.
“Hmmm. I guess not yet,” Mallory teased as she brushed Barrett’s hair out of his eyes. “Maybe you need to convince them better, sis?”
Barrett shook his head no, but Sharron was already grabbing the wiggling toes of his left foot into her one hand, and struck with her long nails, right in the very centre of his tender, ticklish sole.
“AAAHHHHHH!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!” he wailed.
As it always was when his sisters tickled him to get secrets out of him, Barrett was nearly on the ropes right away. Despite the threat that Michael would tell his parents that he was getting so many sweets from the teenager (not only threatening that potential source of the precious junk food, but also getting him in trouble with his parents for eating so many sweets), Barrett was seriously considering confessing. And his sisters hadn’t even started yet!
“PLEEEEZ! Hahahahaha!!! <gasp!> He-heheHEHE!! He made me PROMISE!!!! Hahahaha!! not to tell! Eeeehee-hee-hee!!” the nine year old blurted out, his voice raising and lowering as Sharron continued tickling his sole, occasionally probing between his toes with the tip of her little fingernail.
“Awww. That’s really too bad, widdle Barrie-Warrie,” said Mallory as she lightly dropped her hand onto his bare, defenceless tummy, prompting the youngster to jump a bit in surprise as he continued to laugh at his other sister’s playful toying with his ticklish foot. “I guess that you’re just stuck, I suppose,” she continued, kneading the boy’s abdomen a bit with her palm, teasing him with the knowledge that it would soon be her fingernails touching him there, not her palm.
“But, well, as you know quite well,” Sharron said, continuing her sister’s line of thought as she idly flickered her nails along the foot that so desperately wanted to writhe out of her grasp. “We aren’t going to stop tickling you until you tell us everything you know!”
Barrett knew full well what was in store for him. He had grown up with his sisters taking advantage of his ticklishness all of his life. Mallory and Sharron had a knack of keeping him tickled into hysteria, but somehow knowing when he was about to be completely overwhelmed by the sensations. They’d then back off, just lightly tickling him until the boy got his breathing back to normal. And at that very moment, they would get back up to steam; tickling his feet and upper torso so that poor Barrett would be sent off into his own private world of Ticklish Torment again immediately. Once they got into that cycle, Barrett knew that he wouldn’t be coherent enough to confess to them until they decided to let him talk. And those two could keep him wrapped in that routine of tickling for hours!
“Noooo!!! Doh-ho-hon’t!” he whined as he laughed. “He made me promise!! Hahahaha!!!”
“Yeah, sure!” Mallory said sarcastically, nodding her head as her mouth twisted into a half-smile. “I bet he twisted your arm to get you to eat the sundae as well, huh? Last chance to confess, before we take this up with the Tickly Toes and Chubby Little Tummy!”
Poor Barrett’s mind ran in circles. Michael was a really nice guy, but he had no doubt that he would follow through on his threat if the nine year old spoiled his surprise announcement to the twins. And perhaps, he might seek even more revenge in retribution, too. Barrett just didn’t really know the seventeen year old boy that well.
But he knew his sisters. He knew what they were about to do to him. He dreaded it fearfully, but at the same time, Barrett also knew that they’d never harm him. He was pretty sure that Michael wouldn’t either, especially if he wanted Mallory to like him. But he couldn’t be sure. Regretfully, young Barrett swallowed, and decided to go with “the evil he knew”, so to speak.
“I can’t tell you... hahahaha!!!” he squeaked as he clenched his eyes shut, preparing himself for the tickling madness his canny sisters were about to put him through.
The twins weren’t overly disappointed by their little brother’s truculence. They loved tickling Barrett; watching him squirm under their fingers, hearing his delightful laughter — it was an Epicurean Symphony to them.
“Okay, the widdle boy asked for it!” Mallory teased as she lifted her hand up from the soft tummy, and curled her fingers into claws poised over Barrett’s middle.
She tossed her leg over his bound body, and settled her weight lightly on the boy’s upper thighs, pinning his hips with her knees. Two clawed hands hovered over Barrett’s torso, weaving over his stomach, his ribs, his sides, his armpits — all equally agonizing tickle-targets for poor Barrett.
Sharron had let go of the toes of his left foot, and momentarily stopping the tickling of his sole. Even though Mallory’s body blocked his view of his lower half, Barrett knew that his other sister was preparing to assault both of his tender soles at once. He clenched his toes and screwed his face into a tense grimace, hoping that it would somehow mute the sensations that were coming.
It didn’t
Barrett shrieked the moment the twins started. Mallory’s long nails skated all over his slightly rounded tummy so fast that Barrett could hardly keep track of where they were at any given moment. Sharron had immediately attacked his heels, running her fingers up his sole; forcing his toes to reflexively spread, as she knew it always would.
Barrett’s laughter flowed freely. He didn’t try to stifle it; he didn’t even try to beg. He knew both were useless. He was his sister’s defenceless little tickle-boy until they decided to stop. The sensations flooding his brain from his writhing feet and spasming stomach were so unbearable; and yet, they weren’t exactly unpleasant. There was definitely a pleasurable aspect to it that competed with the nagging desire for it to stop, even though he knew it wouldn’t. That dichotomy wore at his resolve, until he was quickly more than ready to confess what Michael had told him.
But he wasn’t able to. Sure enough, his talented siblings worked with insidious skill to send him into screaming hysteria, and beyond, so that he was just gasping silent wheezes of laughter. But before the torment started making him dizzy, they immediately eased off to just half-stroking, half-rubbing his soles and tummy. Now Barrett was to busy catching his breath as he giggled lightly to say a word. Just as he had enough breath to voice his surrender, the twins immediately escalated the tickling back up to full speed, forcing the youngster to again wail with echoing laughter.
Mallory was alternating between lightly scratching and kneading his sides and ribs; up and down, delving occasionally into his exposed armpits to wiggle her fingers devilishly on that most ticklish skin momentarily before returning her attention to his sides. Sharron had once again produced “the Brush”; an old stiff-bristled hairbrush that the girls routinely hid somewhere in his room. Barrett had tried so many times to find it and get rid of it; but he always failed — and the consequence of that failure was the utilization of that brush on his soft soles. It felt as if a thousand tiny fingers were all tickling his foot at the same time as the teenage girl blithely applied the brush up and down the bottom of his right foot, occasionally up into his flailing toes, as her other hand continued to tease the skin of his left sole.
Barrett’s head thrashed back and forth, throwing tears of ticklishness off a face locked in a grimace of desperate laughter. Between his screaming laughter, Barrett could hear his sisters calmly holding a conversation as they ruthlessly tickled him into oblivion.
“So, how long do you think we should ‘interrogate’ the naughty little boy this time?” Sharron asked.
“Oh, I dunno,” replied Mallory as she probed her brother’s underarms again. “It’s only six-thirty, and mom and dad said they’d be gone at least until one A.M. Would you mind if we tickled you allll that long time, baby brother?” she asked as she leaned close to Barrett’s face.
The youngster shook his head desperately back and forth.
“Oh, look, Shar! He doesn’t mind if we tickle him for six and a half hours, NON-STOP!” she declared, emphasizing the last words, tormenting the boy with the fact that there was no good answer that he could give to that question.
Barrett wailed with laughter, his breathing starting to get strained. Just before the boy started having trouble catching enough breath, the twins stopped tickling; easing off to just gentle rubbing of his insteps and shoulders. Barrett’s laughter died away to giggles, and the giggles eventually declined to just grateful sighing — not just from relief from the lack of tickling, but because his sisters’ rubbing and kneading was relaxing the muscles the boy had been straining to try to pull his tormented body away from their fingers. He took this moment to ease his breathing as much as possible, because he knew from experience, that his older siblings were far from ready to let him off the hook. Even so, the moment his panting returned to a regular pace, he started to take a breath to tell them the secret they wanted from him.
But he never got it out. During his recovery, Sharron and Mallory had switched positions, and as Sharron sat at his side, she saw him about to talk, and decided to pre-empt it with a quick poke to his underarms.
“It’s MaAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! Hahaha!!!” Barrett shrieked at the stimulus.
“I guess the poor widdle baby boy isn’t ready to tell his sweet sisters the naughty little secret yet,” Sharron taunted with a pouting expression as she applied her long nails to the youngster’s fluttering belly, preventing him from getting out a full word between his blasts of delightful childish laughter.
“Bad boy!” Mallory scolded him as she kneeled down facing his writhing feet. “Do you think he’s going to make us go all night like this, Shar?” she said in a mock-sad tone as she pulled a bundle of satin ribbons out of her pocket.
“I think so,” Sharron replied, continuing to reap a steady harvest of manic ticklishness from the young boy’s stretched torso. “He doesn’t seem to have anything to say to us yet, do you, you naughty little thing?” she admonished.
Barrett tried to say anything, but his sister’s devilish fingers had him just on the edge of hysteria. All he could get his voice to do was giggle and laugh. At least his feet weren’t being tickled; but that was a mixed blessing. As he expected, he felt Mallory tying cool loops of satin around his toes, one at a time; pulling each little toe back before tying the other end of the ribbons to the crossbar of his footboard. Slowly, the toes of his left foot were separated from each other, and the insanely ticklish bases and sides of his toes exposed to whatever devilment she wished to inflict upon them.
“He’s such a stubborn child, you know,” Mallory said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice as she started tying the toes of his right foot as well. “But you have to admire his resolve, to hold out so long!”
Hold out!? Barrett wanted to give up long ago, and the teenagers knew that. But that teasing wore on his mind, reminding the youth of the hopeless situation that he was in. His interrogation would last exactly as long as his sisters wanted it to, and there was nothing he could do to stop it before them. So, he tried his best to just “ride the wave”, and just accept that he was going to be tickled crazy. It really wasn’t all bad. There was a part of him that liked the attention; the playful caresses, even the tickling itself, to a degree (although he wasn’t sure how he could like something that he always wanted so desperately to stop!)
With all of his toes now secured back, and his soles now completely taut and defenceless, Mallory ran out of the room, and returned in a quick moment with some of the sisters’ most devastating weapons — a handful of assorted feathers!
Barrett’s eyes were squinched shut, and watering with tears and ticklishness, so he didn’t notice his sibling’s actions. That was, until he felt feathers probing and gliding around his toes. Barrett’s eyes flew open and he bellowed out a screaming blast of hysterical laughter. His toes were one of the most ticklish places on his body. He went absolutely wild, unable to even voice his laughter any more. He just wheezed with silent gasps of ticklish torment, unable to think of anything except the fingers and feathers stroking and teasing his tender flesh.
It seemed like an eternity before he realized that he had his voice back. He hadn’t noticed that the tickling had stopped, just that he was able to breathe freely again. His head lolled to the side, his eyes shut as he tried to submit to the exhaustion he felt. But the tingling of his overstimulated stomach and toes seemed to keep tickling him, like a ghostly echo of his ordeal.
“Well, do you think the little prisoner is ready to talk yet?” one of the twins was saying — Barrett had lost track of which one was which in the confusion of his predicament. He slowly nodded his head yes, but the two girls just ignored it.
“I dunno, sis. He seems pretty stubborn. I think he’s going to need at least one more round,” the voice at his side replied. “And this time, we won’t take it easy on him!”
Barrett shook his head as vigorously as he could, and mouthed “No!”. But to no avail.
“Yeah. All out this time!” the girl at the foot of the bed encouraged. “Go right for the ‘Panic Button’!”
Barrett shuddered at the mention of “panic button”, but sighed in resignation. He hoped that they would get tired of they game after this. Because of the constant excuses that his big sisters always seemed to find to tickle the stuffing out of him, he had built up quite an endurance for it; which, unfortunately, led to the girls stretching his ticklings longer and longer. Barrett was starting to dread that his sisters were actually going to tickle him for six and a half hours. He felt as if it had been hours and hours already!
He only had time for one last whisper of “Please!” before he felt the stiff, but velvety caress of a feather probe into his belly button; or as Shar and Mal had more appropriately named it, his “Panic Button”. The single most ticklish spot on his body. Barrett desperately tried to collapse his stomach in on itself to get that feather out of the sensitive crevice, but it was no use. Sharron straddled his hips, and relentlessly stroked the tiny knot of tissue inside his navel — the very essence of ticklishness, he was sure. Ticklish tingles seemed to spread all throughout his body, launching him again into the ticklish nightmare he had just left oh-so short a time ago. He barely noticed when Mallory started stroking his stretched soles with her long nails. His laughter just jumped up another octave, since it wasn’t really possible for it to get any more intense or desperate.
Barrett was lost in a world where there was nothing but tickling. His entire body seemed to be nothing but somewhere for the tickling to live and exist for all time. He was sure that universe of tickling was about to explode into a maelstrom of unimaginable tribulations, when the tickling stopped.
Barrett slowly returned to earth amid a sea of exhausted giggles.
“I think we finally broke him, sis,” Sharron said, smiling down at her brother.
“I dunno, Shar,” Mallory protested. “I think he might need another visit from ‘The Brush’,” she said, lifting the mentioned tickling tool up so that the nine year old’s widening eyes could focus on it.
Barrett wanted to kiss Sharron in relief when she replied, “No. I think he wants to tell us what he knows now.”
When he got his breath back, Barrett whispered, “Mallory. He said that he was going to chose Mallory.” Eyes still spilling the last remnants of ticklish tears looked up at the two teenage faces above him. “Pleeeez! Don’t tell Michael that I told you!!” he begged.
“Well, I don’t know,” Sharron replied as she stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Technically, I’m being jilted here, and I just might be feeling bitter about it,” she added, a wicked gleam in her eye as she smiled down at the still restrained child.
Barrett swallowed nervously, and tried to flinch away from her gaze. But Sharron just reached up and tousled his sweaty hair.
“Don’t worry. I’ll just mention to Michael where you’re the most ticklish. I’m sure he can be ‘convinced’ to just ‘play’ with you a little bit, rather than whatever he threatened our dear little brother with,” Mallory said with a grin.
Barrett gave the two a tired “soulful puppy dog eyes” expression, and the girls chuckled in response.
“We’ll see,” Sharron promised. “Now, to get you loose,” she said as she sat down cross-legged at his feet.
The seventeen year old started untying the ribbons holding his toes, occasionally dragging a single nail down the boy’s sole, making him giggle. Each time, she gave a gently mocking apology of, “Oops, I slipped!”
Barrett was eventually released from the restraints. He didn’t resist as his sisters rolled him over on his stomach, and started massaging his shoulders, back and legs. As usual, when a tickling session ended, Barrett was feeling the combination of relief from the tickling and longing for more. And the soothing massage was sending him off into a blissful inertia. He drifted off to sleep the moment one of them started massaging his tingling feet. Sharron and Mallory tucked the boy into his bed, and turned out his light.
“We’re evil, you know,” Mallory whispered to her twin as they descended back to the living room.
“What makes you say that?” Sharron replied, a cheese-eating grin spreading across her face.
“You know perfectly well that Jeannie overheard their conversation, and we already know that Michael’s going to choose me,” Mallory replied as she playfully shoved her sister.
“Oh, pooh! You know that you like tickling the squirt as much as I do!” she said as she leaned down to pick up the shirt they had pulled off Barrett earlier, and sat down on the couch to watch TV.
Several hours later, the kids’ parents got home.
“How’d everything go, girls? Did Barrett give you any trouble?” their mother asked.
“Not a bit, mom,” Sharron replied with a gentle smile.
“Yeah, we played some games with him, and then tucked him into bed hours ago. Not a peep from the munchkin.” Mallory added.
Their mother smiled and shook his head. “I just don’t know how you two get him to sleep so easily when you baby-sit.”
“I guess it’s just a case of tiring him out,” Sharron advised, with a sly wink to her twin.
END
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Dorain's stories
- 01 - Young Escape Artists (m/m)
- 02 - A Teen recollection (m/m)
- 03 - Barrett's Secret (ff/m)
- 04 - Brice's Rude Awakening (m+/m)
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