the bad guy

Wanna be tickled so bad by an evil ler, any volunteer?

At the peak of US/China tensions, paranoia was at an all-time high. Two college vigilantes found themselves sucked down multiple online rabbit holes of conspiracy and intrigue, and took it upon themselves to defend America in their own little way. They pooled together to buy a very expensive bondage chair online and set it up in their dorm room.

They targeted a Chinese student studying internationally they’d been suspicious of for a while and lured him to their dorm, then wrestled the unsuspecting nerd into the chair, convinced he was a Chinese spy sent here to collect intelligence on the US government.

To get him to ‘confess’, the two sadistic morons subjected the poor young man to something they called an ‘American Massage’; brutal tickle torture using tools and techniques they had researched throughly online. Unfortunately for their victim they were very, very good ticklers, and he was very, very ticklish.

In seconds the shirtless cutie was giggling, in minutes sweating and cackling. The poor lad used the best English he could muster to insist on his innocence, but the two conspiracy theorists were having none of it. They took his denial for insolence and intensified the tickling of his naked soles, tying his toes back and applying more oil, focusing on his hyper-sensitive arches and insteps.

By the second hour the lad was screaming that he was a spy just to get them to stop, broken and exhausted.

Satisfied they had cracked the little sneak the two morons escorted him to the dean’s office - still shirtless and barefoot - and proudly announced they’d caught a spy.

The students were expelled instantly, the police were called and they were eventually charged with administering cruel and unusual punishment.

The Chinese student had his student fees reimbursed…and was offered a complimentary foot massage for the tickle-induced trauma.

A screen lights up in front of your face, explaining the situation. There are three buttons you must press and hold with various body parts. One behind each of your big toes, so you have to keep your feet held back and unscrunched. The other behind your head, so you must keep it still.

The final line says you must press and hold all three within 30 seconds, or ALL the consequences will occur. You comply.

The screen then shows you the consequences:

1. One way glass shuts down.

2. Livestream commences.

3. Entire contact list video called.

You wonder which button is which.

The screen turns off, and it is like the lights go up... you see a bustling street in a city centre, people walking past, sitting at cafes and benches. You flinch, but slowly realise they aren't reacting and can't see you... your captors wanted you to see the consequences of lifting off button one.

Then it begins.

The devices strategically positioned across your body begin their gentle torment. You despair, desperately pressing back on the three buttons.

Outside, people glance at the silver, reflective cube, assuming it to be an art installation of some kind. There's a lot of people out there...

You try to focus on keeping your feet and head still as the tickle torture slowly drives you wild. Your naked form twitches with both the sensations, and the effort of not reacting. You try and keep still for what feels like hours, but from the movements of people outside is likely less than one.

Oh how you tried.

A new tickler activates between your legs, and you gasp, moving your head forward just enough that you hear a click as the button releases.

Stretching our legs and feet as we wake up 🥱