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By Mark

Tuesday, October 4th 2005 - 02:32:06 PM

A sock torture story

Before you read this, yes it includes being tied up. But you know how most people tickle their "prisoner"? Well that doesn't happen in this one, instead they are tortured with dirty socks, so just a fair warning. Also the "D" word is used once in here.


Someone asked a while ago for a story that involved being tied up and tortured with socks, well I got one.

About two weeks ago Matt and I were sitting around my house just watching TV. My parents had gone out for the day so we would have about eight hours to just do what ever we wanted. Matt was 15, about 5 feet 8 inches tall and was wearing black jeans, black sketchers, solid white socks and a Texans (NFL football for those who don't follow sports) Jersey. I am also 15 and was wearing blue jeans, black shoes, white socks and a black shirt. We got bored after a while and in the past we had done some tie up games, but it was mostly just "let me tie you up and see if you can get out" type things with nothing else involved. This was going to be a little different, Matt suggested to me that we go play a game of pool, seeing as how I couldn't think of anything better I agreed.

So we went into the garage where the pool table was set up and we started playing, half way through I got the idea to make a bet. My first idea was to just wager money but it turned out he had no cash on him and even if he did all I had was $20. So we agreed the winner could tie up the loser. That was suppose to be it, no torture or anything involved, so we continued playing. I'll spare you all the boredom and just tell you I lost the game

So we headed back upstairs to my room where I had about 70 feet of rope (cut into 8 unequal pieces). Now one thing you need to know is that Matt and I can escape easily if the ties are not complex - normally. This time would be different, and wasn't what I expected.

He has me lay on the floor right in front of my bed. To give you more of a visual picture a wall with a bed set up running along the side, my head was facing the wall so it was like a T shape, my body being the long part and the bed being the top part. He took one arm and wrapped some rope around my wrist making sure none of my fingers could reach a knot, then he tied the other end to the bed post. He then proceeded to do the same with the other hand so my arms were spread. He then went down to my right ankle and tied that to a desk near by and my left ankle to the dresser so I was effectively spread eagle on the floor.

I thought I could escape but realized after about a minute that my only way of escaping would either be through him or hoping sooner or later the ropes break. Given the latter would take hours and maybe days I patiently awaited for him to untie me.

"Can't escape can you?" He said

"Nope, you did this good" I responded

"Well then I'm going to go for a jog since I didn't get to today, is any circulation being cut off?" He asked concerned.

"No its tight but its not killing me."

"Alright I'll be right back in about twenty minutes, have fun."

"At least it's not tortures" I stupidly said. He smiled evilly, though at the time I just took it as a smile

"I'll be back in a bit." And with that he proceeded to leave.

I tried to escape but slowly got tired and just laid there and I guess you can say rested, I could see a clock he left at about 11:23 and the clock now read 11:55 and just then I heard the door downstairs shut so I knew he was back. He came back upstairs.

"Still haven't escaped, well how about I give you an incentive if you don't escape within 5 minutes something bad will happen. I won't say anything more, you got 5 minutes" he said.

Not really leaving me much of a choice I again tried to reach a knot or two but failed. 5 minutes were up and he sat on the bed.

"I was thinking as I was jogging what would be a way to torture you that wouldn't hurt you and you would remember for a long time. I really had to think cause I would never hurt you, then it hit me". He stopped and I just looked up since I couldn't really do much else. He got up and got 2 boxes and put one on each side of my head so I couldn't move my head.

He sat back down on the bed.

"How do you like my shoes Mark? (which is me)" he said.

"Kind of dirty but nice I guess". I said back not knowing what was going to happen.

"You want to see dirty, then see this." He said as he slowly pulled off his shoe and revealed his white crew sock, the bottom was a little brownish and smelled awful.

"Here have a sniff" and he slowly lowered his sock foot onto my face. The smell was awful and I couldn't do anything about it. He pulled off his other shoe and lowered that socked foot onto my face. I had no choice but to smell his dirty sweaty socks.

"Let me tell you about these socks so you know what your smelling. I wore these socks for three days, walked in them outside, inside, went jogging in them, even walked in dirt with them. That's what your smelling." As he said that he put one of his socked feet over my mouth and the other right over my nose so if I opened my mouth I'd taste his sock.

"Alright I'll let you go but you have to do something for me first."

I feared what it might be...

"You have to lick my socks, spotless before I untie you."

I sat there for about a minute not doing anything but then realized that he had about 6 hours that he could keep me like that and that licking his socks would probably not take 6 hours. So I slowly began to lick the bottom of his right sock, as I did this he kept his left socked foot right by my nose. The sock tasted horrible and I was able to taste the dirt and sweat of it. After about 20 minutes I had to do the same with the other sock. After that...

"Almost done, just one more thing I want you to do before I let you go." After he said that he pulled off both his socks and put them in my mouth.

"Suck on those for 40 minutes" as he said that he used a remote on the bed to turn on my TV that I had in my room. So for the next 60 minutes I was left sucking on his 3 day old sweaty socks.

He later untied me and I plan to get revenge on him in a few days. Just thought I'd share that since someone kept asking and never got what they were looking for.

Mark

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