This story is a work of fiction. It involves a minor being restrained and tickled. There is no literary nudity, sex or other erotic content in this story. All character names are made up. References to actual educational institutions and Fraternal/Sororital Organizations are fictional, and not intended to suggest the actual activity of said institutions and organizations. Dorain Brandon Chayce had been ostracized throughout school. The fact that he was a genius, and had graduated high school at the tender age of thirteen, just caused more problems. He wasn t around kids his own age enough to make good friends, and the students who had graduated with him were more or less adults. No matter how much some of them tried to accept the four and a half foot tall, black haired boy, they couldn t help but feel somewhat uncomfortable around him.
But his luck seemed to have changed. Not only had he earned a complete scholarship at USC, but his big brother s Fraternity had agreed to let him compete for membership.
His parents drove Brandon the three hundred twenty miles from their home in Oregon to the California Campus. Brandon s twenty year old brother, Trevor, met the car out front of the Alpha Ki Epsilon house. The joyous family reunion, and reluctant goodbye to Mama s big, little man; going to college away from home followed, forcing the boys parents to have to stay at a motel overnight before
the long trip back home.
Trevor was going to let his little brother bunk with him, but Brandon decided that he wanted to room with the other hopeful Pledges. Their mother had quietly had words with her eldest son before she left, making him swear on every version of every holy book she could think of, to be there for Brandon if the adolescent needed him. She also vehemently insisted that he remember that Brandon was just a kid when they put him through his hazing and initiation. She had fixed the gaze of the other senior members of the Frat when she said that; and the young men all agreed, tolerant smiles on their faces.

Weeks of classes and hazing passed smoothly for the thirteen year old. He wore his mandatory T-shirt, with the words Useless Worm written on it, and baseball cap with stuffed moose antlers that proclaimed I am WAY too horny! , with good humour. The forced acquiescence to the full AKE members was kind of funny, and a few of them even gave him clandestine encouragement on those odd occasions when he was depressed or homesick.
Finally, the evening of the initiations came. Those Pledges who had agreed to allow alcohol to be part of their initiation were taken to the large main room of the Victorian-Period Frat House where they would be drinking while trying to keep from throwing up as they were forced to exercise, spin and suffer humiliating, but harmless pranks.
Brandon was not alone among the nondrinkers, although he hadn t been given a choice on it. The five remaining pledges, all dressed in just white bike-shorts with a drawing of a tiny fig-leaf over their groin, were told that they would be given Tasks to perform around the campus. They were then split up, and each told their task in secret.
The youth was sort of proud that his brother, Trev, wasn t one of the two Frat Brothers who led him to the kitchen to explain what he would be required to do.
One of them he only knew by reputation. Benny Brick Houseman was the center on USC s football team, and his powerful physique showed why. The other Frat Brother was none other than Thomas Tad Quinn, the President of AKE, and probable President of the Greek Council this year.
Due to Brandon s tender age, the Dean of the College had been advised of the Fraternity s plans for Initiating their underage Pledge, and she had agreed to it. Now, as Brandon stood in the large kitchen, the tile cool on his bare feet, he listened as his Initiation Task was described to him.

The late September night was still more than comfortable enough to be out barefoot and bare chested. Brandon s small size was a huge advantage as he stealthfully crept up to the Gamma Omicron Sorority House, although the nervous boy was sure that his white bike shorts were glowing in the darkness like a beacon. He hadn t found the tiny fig-leaf image to be as embarrassing as the older, sexually mature Pledges, but now as he undertook his task of collecting bras or panties from at least eight different GO s, his mind dwelled on the possible embarrassment he could suffer if caught in this get-up by the Sorority Sisters.
His genius in Chemistry and Physics wouldn t help him tonight, but his youthful, athletic body was a definite asset as he carefully climbed a trellis that would most certainly have broken under the weight of even the lightest seventeen year old Pledge. He was fortunate in that the first room he crawled into was vacant, and he was able to procure two of the dainty pieces of apparel. With his face flushing red at the audacity of taking such intimate articles of clothing, he tiptoed out into the hall, looking for another bedroom to raid. He could hear the young women downstairs, laughing and yelling about something -- perhaps the Sorority was performing their Initiations tonight as well.
The next room was very dark, but through a thin sliver of moonlight that slipped past the blinds, Brandon saw a dresser with its top two drawers open. Padding silently on his small bare feet, he crept into the room to try to get one or two more pairs of girls underwear. Unfortunately, the darkness hid a pair of roller-blades on the floor. The youngster tripped over them, and tumbled headlong onto one of the beds.
To Brandon s horror, that bed was occupied.
The girl screamed bloody murder, and grabbed at Brandon, succeeding in catching one wrist. The other hand grabbed at his slim waist. With a spasmodic giggle, poor Brandon collapsed; dropping like a boneless doll on the far side of the bed. Before he could quiet his breathing from that burst of laughter, the room light flicked on.
Jennifer? What s wrong? a girl s voice said.
SOME ONE ATTACKED ME!! the girl on the bed screamed.
Where d he go?
He has to be here, Jennifer declared, slowly calming down. It was only a moment before you arrived that he tried to jump me!
Break up and search, girls! another voice said.
Brandon tried to swallow the fearful lump in his throat. His concealment was marginal at best. The moment someone moved to the foot of the bed, they would see him. Frantically, he scrambled under the bed, closed his eyes, and hoped that they wouldn t find him.
Eight girls searched the bedroom, as one of the senior Sisters comforted the shaking Jennifer. A classically proportioned black girl, with a compellingly askew smile, lifted up the edge of the covers that Jennifer had been laying on during her nap. Standing back up, the others could see that her smile was bigger, as she put a finger to her lips and motioned for the other girls to come see what she found.
The girls all smiled when they saw a bare foot, probably no more than a size 6 or 7. A shadowy figure attached to the foot was cowering under the bed.
I hope it s one of those Frat Pledges, one of the girls said in a clear, projecting voice towards the hallway.
Yeah, I d love to get my hands on one of those punks tonight! another girl quipped.
By this time, the girls searching in other rooms figured out by the tone of voice used in those menacing comments, that they had found the intruder. In moments, the room was filled with fifteen young women, dressed in outfits fitting the warm late-summer California weather.
Poor Brandon was quivering in thrilled fear. He was scared nearly to the point of wetting himself (fortunately, he had thought to make use of a tree before he entered), but nervously excited at the adventure. After several minutes, he could no longer hear anything in the room. Thinking that the girls were gone, he started to slowly back out of his hiding place.
AAAHHHH!! he screamed. The moment both of his feet protruded out from under the blankets, his ankles were seized and he was pulled out.
All fifteen girls were still here, standing above the helpless thirteen year old. They were quite surprised to see just how young their intruder was, but the pieces of lingerie stuck in the waistband of the white spandex shorts that their allied Fraternity liked making their Pledges wear, quickly solved the mystery of his presence.
Cassie Arburcher recognized the youngster immediately. Not too surprising, considering that USC had but one student attending that was under 16. However, this kid s older brother, Trevor, was her boyfriend. She had known that he would be here sometime tonight for the raid. At Trevor s behest, she had tried to keep the Sorority girls occupied so that they wouldn t notice.
Unfortunately, Jennifer Moorehouse had come down with a migraine earlier, and was resting in her room. Cassie had thought that Trevor s genius little brother would have had more sense than to awaken the only girl in the upstairs of the house. Oh, well. She would do what she could.
Motioning to Paula Masters, the Sorority President, she whispered in the bespectacled brunette s ear.
That s my boyfriend s little brother. He s a Pledge at AKE. Could you do me a huge favour and take it a little easy on him. He s only thirteen.
Paula nodded slightly before she turned a stern face towards the skinny black haired kid, who had been deposited on the bed with his ankles still held firmly so he couldn t get away.
The lazy Frats are sending little boys to do their dirty work now, Paula commented, her voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt.
Brandon bristled at the little boy comment.
No, I m a Pledge at. . . He stopped himself. One of the rules laid out for new Pledges at AKE was that they were not allowed to identify their Frat until Hell
Week was over.
At. . .? prompted Paula in a stern tone.
Brandon clenched his mouth shut stubbornly, and looked down at the hands gripping his ankles, refusing to make eye contact with any of them.
What s the matter, junior? one of the girls holding him captive said tauntingly. Baby can t remember where he come from?
Oh! What a quandary! Brandon s youthful pride demanded that he defend himself from such belittling accusations, but if he revealed the name of his Frat, he wouldn t get in. He was sort of surprised that they didn t know what Fraternity he was Pledging for; after all, he was the only thirteen year old at USC, and the student newsletter had included a small article about him as special interest. He probably wouldn t be telling them anything they didn t already know, but could he take that chance?
Why should I tell you? he asked in an uncompromising tone. Brandon crossed his bare arms across his narrow chest and clenched his mouth shut.
I guess the widdle boy needs help wemembering! Mi Jiang said condescendingly as she brought her face within inches of Brandon s. The oriental girl s long black hair fell on the boy s chest, and swirled about in response to her pouting expressions. Brandon moved his arms up, so that the hair was no longer tickling his chest.
Cassie noted the young teens actions with interest. She knew that Trevor Chayce was embarrassingly ticklish; she wondered if that was something that ran in the family. Moving over to where the small intruder s bare feet were being held, she ran one fingernail up the boy s sole. Brandon s eyes opened very wide as he flinched, trying to pull his attacked foot away from the stimulus. An explosive snort erupted from him as she repeated the action, this time with two fingers.
The other girls looked at Brandon in surprise, but realization dawned on all of their faces when Cassie wiggled her fingers above the boy s captive foot.
No! Don t do that!! Please!! Brandon begged. He knew what they were all thinking. Trevor had tickled him a lot when they were younger. Fortunately, Brandon had usually been able to break away from his big brother s attacks by tickling the older boy right back. Trevor was just as ticklish as he was.
With a flurry of activity, the Sorority girls all converged on their helpless captive. Dresser drawers were opened, and items brought out. Brandon was powerless to prevent them from binding him, hand and foot, to the four legs of the bed with nylons.
Aw, c mon! I m just a kid! he begged. He realized just how defenceless he was; tied spread eagle on his back, his only clothing consisting of spandex that only concealed from his waist to his mid-thighs. His toes were already writhing in apprehension of over a dozen girls teasing his bare, ticklish flesh with their long fingernails.
But I thought you said that you were a Pledge! Paula taunted, following Mi Jiang s example, and assuming a pouty expression. Widdle baby boys can t be Pwedges!
Geez! You know I can t say which Frat I m from! Brandon protested. The girls were beginning to accumulate around his most ticklish spots. I m the only thirteen year old on campus. Can t you figure it out from that? His mind was operating at lightning speed as he desperately tried to think of a way out of this without losing his chance to get into AKE.
Oh! Paula said with mock dismay, What insolence! The poor, confused widdle
baby boy doesn t have any manners, either!
Will you please stop talking like that! he screamed.
Paula smiled tolerantly at Brandon. Girls, I think sweetums here needs to be punished! I think coochies will do just fine!
NOOOO AAAIIIIEEEEEE!!! Brandon screamed as the girls all started stroking and teasing his bare flesh. Long nails slid across his ribs and into his still hairless armpits. Other girls were using something other than fingers on his sides and tummy; whatever it was, it made the poor boy wish he could crawl out of his own skin.
And then his feet! His poor, insanely ticklish feet! They were being assaulted by so many hands, that he could only feel one huge tickle on his soles.
Jennifer was ensconced next to his right foot. With one hand, she had his toes
pulled back, and she was whisking a make-up brush across the bases of his toes.
This is for jumping on me, you little hooligan! she called out through Brandon s hysterical screams.
NOOO!! Hahahaha! Pleeezzz!! I M SORRRIEEEEEE!!!! OH, GOD!! I . . hahahahaha!! NOT THERE!!!! Heeheehee! HELLLPPP!!!!
Oh, but I wuv to see these precious little toesies wiggle and squirm while I give them such happy tickles! declared Mi Jiang, as she intently ticked the heel, arch and ball of his left foot.
Unfortunately for Brandon, the American-born Chinese girl was an expert tickler. Mi Jiang had grown up tormenting her poor, ticklish little brother, Tian Hou (Terry). As latchkey kids, Mi Jiang (or Meej, as her brother called her) had lots of opportunities to tie up Terry and tickle his tan little feet without being interrupted by their parents. Poor, na?ve Terry had agreed to let Meej help him to stop being ticklish when he was six. His ongoing treatments had lasted the entire eight years before Mi Jiang went to college, without producing any results. If anything, Terry become more ticklish as a result of his sister s ambush-style treatments. To this day, when Mi Jiang returns home for holidays, she insists on giving fifteen year old Tian Hou as many treatments as she can, much to his chagrin.
That practised technique was being expertly applied to Brandon s sensitive sole.
The girls tickled him nonstop for ten minutes before the youth finally screamed out,
A, K, E hee heeheehee! Alpha hahahaha, K-Ki-hi-hi heh, Epsi hee hee lon!!
The girls stopped tickling, looking down triumphantly at the sweaty boy who was slowly calming down from his ticklish hysteria.

Well, Trev; I think that this Pledge has cracked, Cassie said into the hallway phone. After she had been delighted to find that Brandon shared most of the same ticklish places as his older brother, she showed the other girls where those targets for hellish torment were on the young teen s body. During the last few minutes of the tickling, she had slipped out of the room. and was currently on the phone with Trevor Chayce and Tad Quinn. She held the receiver out towards Jennifer s room so that they could hear the young Pledge s laughter and screams for mercy, returning to to her ear when Brandon had screamed out his confession..
He s a nice kid, though, she said to the two young men on the other end on the line. We got the panties back too.
How long did he last, Cass? Trevor asked ruefully.
Longer than you ever have! she quipped back.
Cassie could hear Tad roaring in laughter in the background, and the muffled sounds of Trevor yelling at him to knock it off.
Sorry about Chuckles there! Trevor said to her when he returned to the conversation again. Tad s a bit over- - stimulated - here! The sounds of the two playfully biffing and shoving each other was audible through the phone.
I think he deserves another chance, Cassie said. Let him try again tomorrow night.
Riiiiiight, Trevor said sarcastically, And let my little brother walk into a waiting trap? Not even I m that cruel!
I won t tell the rest of them. They ll assume, after the treatment he just got, > that he ll stay away from this place for a long time.
Well, I don t know. . . Trevor said hesitantly.
Agreed, said Tad into his receiver.
Alright, then. A few of the girls want to play with him a bit more, and then we ll deliver him to your place, along with the usual never do that again, or else threats. Bye, lover-boy! Cassie stated.
Bye-bye, sweet-cheeks! Tad said.
She was talking to me, moron! Trevor said into the phone, And what do you know about her cheeks anyway?
Cassie chuckled and hung up.

When Brandon had caught his breath again, he was surprised to see that all but two of the girls had left the room. Only the dark-haired girl with the glasses who seemed to be in charge, and a rather voluptuous red head remained.
Now, my dear little Frat Pledge, the brunette said with a serious expression on his face. Now you have to answer to the girls whose belongings you so rudely absconded.
The red head picked up the pair of lacy black panties that he had taken, and held them before Brandon.
I m Gwen, sweetie, and these are Gwen s panties, and I m going to make sure that you remember that, she said in a deep sultry voice.
Brandon was bedazzled by her beauty. He stared at her and said I m sorry.
Too late, kiddo! she said as she sat at the foot of the bed with her back to him, the boy s tied feet on either side of her.
Placing the long, red-painted fingernails of each hand on one of Brandon s helpless soles, she started tickling his feet with agonizingly slow stokes. The teen exploded into helpless laughter again.
I ll be back in fifteen minutes with Joselyn, who wants to have a fifteen minute conversation with you for taking her favourite bra, Paula said as she exited the room, closing the door on Brandon s desperate laughter.

An hour later, a lethargic Brandon was dropped off on the front lawn of AKE s Frat-House. A note had been written on his chest with nail polish, that said:
We throw the little ones back when we catch them. Signed, GO
Trevor helped his little brother to his bedroom so he could rest. Sensing the depressed funk that his brother was in over failing his initiation, he patted Brandon s shoulder kindly.
Don t worry bro; since it was you against an entire Sorority, Tad decided that you should get another chance to sneak in. Tomorrow night.
Aw, man Trev! Not again! Brandon protested as he sat on his bed.
Don t worry! You only need to get four next time, the older boy assured his little brother. Besides, after what you went through, the last thing they d expect from you is a return visit the very next night!
Last thing I d expect, too, the exhausted youth grumped, lying back in his bed.
Abruptly, Trevor started staring at Brandon s bare soles. He turned his head to the side, and then started laughing.
What? Brandon asked indignantly. Trevor took his brother s right ankle, and carefully lifted the boy s sole, turning it so that the could see his own sole.
Written on the young teen s sole in red permanent marker, was a message.
If you can read this, then you should be tickling me!
Far be it from me to disobey instructions, Trevor quipped. With that, he pulled the labelled foot into his lap as he sat on the bed, and started tickling his brother s foot.
Ahhh! Oh, Geez, Trev! Hahahahah!! Didn t I heeheehee get enough of tha-ha-hat already tonight? Haahaa haha!!!!
After a few minutes, he stopped, and let Brandon drop into an exhausted slumber.
Trevor covered his brother up, and left. He wondered if he should be kind and tell him that the executives of the Frat had already decided to induct him in.
Naw! He d wait until after tomorrow night.