Alex, the little sandy-haired boy laid on his back wearing only his bathing suit. It was a rather hot day and we went into the house instead of the pool to get out of the heat. The A/C was cold on my damp shirt. We had been outside playing with water pistols for a good while.

"Are we gonna play Street Fighter after? Huh, Mister!" Alex knew that it made me nuts when he called me that. I would respond by tickling him. Pretty simple solution. I'd just grab a wrist or a forearm and pull it up over his head exposing a warm little underarm. The six-year-old had no strength and he was helpless against me but he still loved to be tickled like most kids I knew.

"Street Fighter? STREET FIGHTER?" I shouted and tickled his ribs and tummy. He rolled over on the couch trying to keep me from the rest of his abdomen. "No, we're going back outside so I can drop you in the pool!"

"Okay, Mister!"

"Oh, that's IT!" I screamed and pulled some of the rope from the large coil from the cabinet next to the couch and started tying his bent legs together at the ankles.

"Are you tying me up, Mister?" Alex didn't try to wriggle out at all.

"Mister?!" I bent over him, holding his crossed feet together with my stomach. I reached up and under his arms and tickled him more. I tickled the emerald-eyed boy until he started to kick me. I then returned to tying his ankles with the white nylon.

"Gimme your hands, little boy." He automatically put his hands across his back for me and looked back to see what I was doing. I cinched the rope tight and started looping the rope mass around his small wrists.

"You ever been tied up before?" I asked as I bound his hands.

"Nope. Are we gonna play cops and robbers?"

"Is that what you want to do?"

"Yeah. I'm the robber!"

"Yep. And I'm the dirty cop on the take, dodging internal affairs."

"Yer funny, Mister!"

"Mister?!" I stopped tying for a moment and tickled his feet, holding them bent with my chest, holding his hands together with my other. He kicked his tied feet, laughing wildly trying to roll away. "Hold still!" I stopped tickling and finished tying. I wrapped the remaining line around his hands and bare feet. "Okay, you can move now, Alex."

The little boy tested his bonds and rolled around. "I'm tied up! I'm the robber." He stated.

"That's right! And I'm the cop living on the edge in a dark town that knows how to keep its secrets."

"You're weird, Mister!"

"Oh, that's IT!" I yelled and rolled him onto his back. His back arched and knees dropped so he was resting on shoulders and shins.

"What are you gonna do now, Mister?" He taunted.

I didn't answer. I grabbed a pillowcase off a pillow on the end of the couch and pulled it around his mouth. I crossed the ends and pulled it until it got tight over his lips.

"Open up, sillyheart." Pulling a little more it sank between his small white teeth. The cleave gag pressed into his face and pinched his cheeks together.

He was still smiling.

"Mwa phwama, Miphher!"

I bowed the cloth but didn't knot the gag because he was biting down on it. I knew what I was going to do. His blue swim trunks were thrust into the air like a flag. I traced down his chest from under his chin slowly, dragging my fingernails gently down his torso. Alex giggled uncontrollably. Going down from his little belly button I found his hip line. A few degrees off I found where the joints lie, where his legs met his torso. Those hip muscles are often the most effective spots to tweak!

"Mister, huh? Mister this!" I started tickling his hips and he flailed as hard as he could. I never tickled him there before so he never realized just how exposed he was until that beautiful moment.

The tied up little boy screamed and mmphed into his gag and tried to roll away. I rolled him onto his side and he did everything he could to pull a hand free. He flexed his little square toes and absolutely howled as I alternated hips, ribs and feet. "Mister what? Mister who?

You gonna pee yet?" I shouted over his gagged screams.

"Mmm hmm! Hmm hmm!!" He shouted, muffled and nodding.

"I'm not letting up until you wet yerself, bad guy!"

Alex just writhed in total agony. I tickled him so long that the six-year-old teared up. He cried easily, it was more of a reaction than a feeling. I kept it going until I was sure he couldn't hold his bladder anymore. I didn't REALLY want an accident; the threat was more than enough.

"You gonna pee?" I asked the half-crying kindergartener. He nodded. The gag was dark up to his cheeks with saliva and he sputtered through his teeth when he tried to speak. "More? You say you want more?"

I made for his ribs and he freaked out. He couldn't stop giggling. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead. He'd had enough.

Satisfied that I'd done my damage I untied the little boy. He had some light purple marks on his wrists and ankles where he pulled but they would be gone in a few minutes. He wiped away his tears and finally stopped giggling.

After pulling his wet gag out I held him baby-like in my arms until he calmed down completely. "You have fun?" I asked the boy touching his feet. I pressed my fingers between the toes of his other bare foot.

"Yeah."

"You gonna call me Mister again?"

He smiled his exclusive smile "Yeah."

"You know I'm gonna make you go next time, right?"

Alex just laughed and sat in my arms. I hugged him quick and let him go play in the pool. I coiled up the nylon rope and joined him poolside.