Bradley Steven Perry, the young actor, gave a confused little mumble as he answered his phone, not thinking that anyone would be calling him today. Heck, he hadn't even changed from his boxers and white undershirt that he slept in. As was a habit of his, he ignored the caller ID and just answered.
"Yo, Bradley! It's Cameron!"
Yes: Cameron Boyce. The two had become very good friends, so Bradley was not totally surprised to get a call from him. He was only shocked because he thought that he was one of the only young boy actors who had the day off.
"Cam! What's goin on? I thought you and everyone else was working today."
"Nah, there's a few of us who got the day off today. Actually, I'm kinda bored. I got the house all to myself for the entire day, and nobody's around. You wanna come over?"
"Sure, man! Just let me shower and get dressed. I'll be there in half an hour
"Man, you and your "ish." I know you're not exact. But yeah, I gotta do the same so I'll see you when you get over here. We're gonna have some real fun today! Oh, hey, before I forget!"
"What is it, Cam?"
"Don't be lazy with the getting dressed bit. I mean, dress like I've got X-ray vision and can see whatever layer of clothing I want."
"Dude, that seems a little weird. Why?"
"Just trust me, Bradley. I'm gonna be doing the same. I've just got a feeling about something. Don't worry about it."
"Whatever, dude. I'll see ya later."
Bradley shook his head and chuckled. He hardly ever understood Cameron's weird antics, but he decided to play along. After his shower, he pulled out his best pair of boxers (blue with red stripes on the sides) and found a good outfit with some shorts and a t-shirt from Abercrombie. With his socks and shoes on, he biked over to his friend's house (which wasn't too far away).
As he pulled up to Cameron's house, he recognized the blue flag hanging from the door. Cameron must have put the signal up right as he gave the call. This was a sign for Bradley to park his bike in the back yard and just come in through the back door. As he entered the house, Cameron was sitting on the couch in some basketball shorts and a Patriot's t-shirt. He hadn't bothered to put sock on as he wasn't going out. The TV was showing some random reality show.
"Knock, knock," Bradley said, almost teasing his friend who hadn't even gotten up to greet him.
Cameron turned his head to look at Bradley. "Hey, I know you're here. Just come on in and sit down. I got a spot for you right here!" He patted the cushion next to him indicating that he wanted to sit right next to Bradley.
"Hey, if I'm coming over just to watch TV, we're turning on ESPN." Bradley nudged Cameron in the side with his elbow as he plopped down next to him.
"Heheh, alright, alright! Sports it is for the big man." He flipped the channel and casually laid his arm on the top of the couch over where Bradley was sitting. He had already popped up the footrest on the couch to match Cameron. As they watched, the two occasionally cracked jokes at the show or nudged each other with teasing remarks. Nothing was out of the ordinary until suddenly; Bradley felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He tried to just ignore it, but soon he felt it ever so gently stroking his upper arm. He looked out of the corner of his eye and, sure enough, it was Cameron's hand.
"Umm, dude? What's with the arm massage?" Bradley looked at his friend confused.
Cameron quickly responded. "What? We're friends, right? I didn't think a little touch would bug you. I mean, hell, we've hugged who knows how many times."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It just seems a little, I dunno, strange. At least, from you it seems that way."
Cameron glanced around the room quickly as he paused before answering. "Well, maybe it was to distract you from THIS!" As suddenly as Bradley felt the hand on his shoulder, he both saw and felt Cameron's hands dive into his armpits, poking him rapidly. The boys knew that both of them were ticklish, and they would sometimes use this to their advantage in mock wrestling matches or when they were trying to make the other one feel embarrassed. Bradley curled up and started laughing.
"Hahahahaha! Hey! Hahahahahahahahaha! Cut it out! Hahahahahahahahaha!"
Cameron sloppily tickled all around Bradley's upper body for maybe 10 seconds before letting up. "Hey man, forget the TV. Let's head up to my room. I got a little game I wanna play."
Cameron raced upstairs. "Heh, OK dude." Bradley let out a couple giggles and took a deep breath to recover from that tickling. He cautiously headed upstairs. This wasn't because he was lost or felt uninvited. He just couldn't stop thinking about Cameron. He seemed very strange today. Bradley never expected Cameron to pull what he thought was the classic movie theater flirting trick. The tickle out of the blue was fairly normal, but Cameron seemed really nervous and defensive with his responses after Bradley called him out, and he wasn't sure what kind of "game" Cameron had in mind up in his room. As Bradley entered, Cameron quickly ran behind him and shut the door.
Bradley suddenly felt scared. This settled it that Cameron was doing something weird. Bradley knew that the only reason Cameron would shut the door in an empty house was to insure no unexpected interruptions when they were watching something dirty or talking about something serious. Bradley started to back up.
"Woah, Cameron. Something's up with you today. Why'd you close the door?"
"Huh? Oh, no reason. I just felt like it." Cameron started to move closer to Bradley.
"That's bull, man. We're in an empty house. I know you would never close the door unless you were gonna pull something you definitely wanted nobody to see. You've been acting weird all day. I mean, the random dress code and the flirty touching, and I swear your hands tried to get under my shirt when you were tickling me and," Bradley looked down and suddenly noticed something. "Are those restraints over by your bed?"
Cameron chuckled under his breath. The young star knew he had been figured out. "Well, it looks like you caught on a lot sooner than I thought you would, Bradley my boy. I admit, I thought you would have gone along for the ride for a bit longer, but I guess I've got to do things the direct way from here on. Makes my life easier, actually." He approached Bradley and backed him into a corner with a very mischievous grin on his face. Bradley was scared beyond belief, though he silently admitted to himself that Cameron had displayed probably one of the cutest grins he had ever seen. It was way cuter than any he had seen from a girl before.
"Look, Bradley. You know that TV networks would go berserk if they found out any of us young actors were having even remotely sexy thoughts, so I've kept this pretty quiet. Fact of the matter is: you are the hottest thing I have ever laid eyes on, and you've got a personality that's just so compatible with mine."
Bradley stopped his shuddering and stood upright. "Wait, so you're doing all this just to tell me you have a crush on me? I mean, you could have started with 'I'm gay' and moved from there, and I'm flattered and all but
"Hold up a minute there, Bradley." Cameron grinned at his friend again, this time a bit more evil and sensuous. "Before you start telling me that you're not interested and whatever else, I didn't call you over just to tell you I had a little crush. Didn't I mention that we were gonna have some fun today?"
Bradley gulped. He hoped this was headed where he thought it was. Before he could respond, Cameron chuckled.
"Woah, man! I don't do the sex thing unless we both agree. But, I did have some other stuff planned for us today. See, obviously I'm gonna want to get my hands on that body of yours and plant a few kisses. The restraints are there for a reason, though. You probably never noticed, but our tickle fights are more exciting for me than you think, and I've got the strange feeling you like them a lot more than you think."
Bradley started to push back now. "Hey, man. Who said I'm letting you do anything to me? You can't just spring this crush thing on me and expect me to let you tickle torture me while you shove your tongue down my throat!"
"Bradley, you want to do this. I know you do."
"And how is that?"
"Because you don't want those pictures and texts from our last sleepover with the club to be leaked out to the world."
Bradley froze in his tracks. He remembered that night clearly. All of the guys there were sworn to secrecy, but there were still pictures of each of the guys doing some ridiculous things in a game of truth or dare. Bradley knew that his reputation would be ruined if anyone saw those pictures, but the texts made it even worse. Bradley had texted Cameron the night after because he had a really rough day, and he had spilled out some of his deepest and darkest secrets. Again, Bradley swore him to secrecy, but he couldn't believe that Cameron was now using all of this against him as blackmail.
"Yep, that's exactly what I thought. So," Cameron took a hand and gently stoked Bradley from his cheek down to his side. "Do you think you're ready for this?"
Bradley just stood there frozen for a moment. He couldn't believe what had just happened. One of his best friends had just blackmailed him into being his gay slave (at least that's what Bradley thought), and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Although, Bradley did have to admit that Cameron's little caress felt pretty good. Weird, but good. He sighed and resigned to his fate. "OK, what did you have planned?"
Cameron's smile widened. "Excellent. Now, here's what we're going to do. First, these pesky clothes have got to go. Nothing but boxers for us. Then, I'm gonna strap you in for the most pleasurable tickle I can give you. I don't wanna totally torture you, but I know you like getting tickled at least a little bit, so I'll see if I can get some pleasure through the pain
so to speak. If you behave, I might let you be free while my hands explore your body. Don't worry, I'm only going over the exposed skin. Oh, and you're going to be kissed. It's your choice whether or not you kiss back."
Bradley just stood there, looking at his friend, or the boy he thought was his friend. Neither of them seemed to give a response. "Umm
.is that it?"
Cameron nodded. "Yep, that's it. I don't wanna be too mean. Just remember, this is our secret, and I can pull this whenever I want."
Bradley just stood there and sighed. "Alright. I'm not sure how you're supposed to make this enjoyable for me, but I guess I've got no choice now."