A Synyster Bet

“You know the deal, Zacky,” smirked Brian Elwin Haner Jr, who was also known as Synyster Gates. “Take off your shoes and socks and lie down on the bed.”

“I can’t believe you put me up to this, Brian,” groaned Zachary James Baker, who was also known as Zacky Vengeance.

“It’s too late to back out, now,” Brian commented, grinning wickedly. “We agreed that, if the Minnesota Twins lost, you would let me tickle the soles of your feet to my heart’s content.”

“But, Brian,” Zacky protested, sighing. “I really cannot stand being tickled on the soles of my feet. Can’t we just skip this?”

“Nope!” Brian replied, smirking. “Not unless you wish to be known as the rhythm guitarist from Avenged Sevenfold who shirks out of keeping bets.”

“All right, all right,” Zacky replied, sighing. He started to take off his shoes and socks, as he added. “I don’t think you quite realize how unbearable it is, though.”

“Oh, Zacky, of course I do!” Brian replied, chuckling. “That’s why I’m gonna have so much fun tickling your feet.”

“Oh, geez,” Zacky muttered, as he could not believe just how sadistic his friend and band mate could be. Sighing, he then lay on Brian’s bed.

Zacky swallowed, as Brian tied his hands together - and then tied them to the bedposts. He then tied Zacky’s feet to the bedposts on the other side. Zacky began to feel rather anxious.

“Are you ready, Zacky boy?” Brian asked, with an evil grin. “It won’t be that bad. All you need to do is laugh for me.”

Before Zacky could respond, Brian began to run his fingers up and down Zacky’s feet. Zacky broke out into helpless laughter, as he began to squirm. However, because he was tightly restrained, he was unable to jerk his feet away.

“Oh, Zacky, are you having fun?” Brian asked, chuckling. “It sounds like you’re really enjoying yourself.”

Zacky was laughing too hard to respond. He tried to block out the extreme tickling sensation, but his efforts were fruitless.

“You’re doing good, Zacky,” Brian continued, cheerfully. “I always like hearing you laugh. I’m sure that your fans do, too.”

As much as Zacky hated to admit it, his tickling-induced laughter did provide his system with endorphins - making the experience somewhat pleasurable. Still, the tickling sensation was quite torturous.

“Oh, I could do this all night,” Brian added. “We don’t have to be in the studio. We have no show to perform. In fact, we have no appointments at all. Isn’t this gonna be so much fun, Zacky?”

Zacky got tired from squirming so much, he had no choice but to surrender to the extreme tickling sensation.

“Ah, yes, Zacky,” Brian commented, smirking. “This is my favourite part. When you finally stop struggling. I bet you really want me to stop, now.”

Please stop tormenting me, Brian, Zacky thought - as he felt like he was close to fainting.

“Well, I’m not anywhere near ready to stop,” Brian continued, chuckling. “What are you gonna do about it, huh? There’s nothing you can do to stop me. All you can do is keep right on laughing.”

Zacky felt as if he was trapped in a nightmare that he could not wake up from. He was completely at the mercy of Brian - who, evidently, did not have any.

“I’ve never been quite so happy to see the Minnesota Twins lose,” Brian continued, smirking. “I’m having so much fun with this. I swear, Zacky, your feet were made to be tickled relentlessly.”

As if it was not bad enough that Zacky’s had extremely ticklish feet, Brian taunting him about it made it all the worse.

“I even have the ringer turned off,” Brian added, cheerfully. “That way, there will no phone calls to interrupt our fun. Admit it, Zacky. I think you’re enjoying this as much as I do.”

Even though Zacky was having an endorphin high, he highly doubted that Brian’s statement was true.

After what seemed like ages, Brian decided that he finally had enough of tickling Zacky’s feet. Despite of passage of time, the tickling sensation was just as intense it was when Brian started.

“Well, Zacky, how was it?” Brian asked, softly.

“You’re a very sadistic tickler, Brian,” Zacky replied, panting. The soles of his feet were tingling from being tickled.

“Aw, thanks,” Brian replied, smirking. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Zacky muttered. “It’s obvious that you had a lot of fun with my feet.”

“I dunno about you, Zacky,” Brian replied, smiling, “but I think we should hit the sack, now. I’ll untie you from the bed, and then we can go to sleep.”

“I think I’m gonna pass out, any minute,” Zacky muttered, in a near whisper.

Zacky began to inhale and exhale deeply, as Brian began to untie him from the bed. Brian then crawled into bed, and he drew Zacky close to him. He rested his head against Brian’s chest.

“Good night, Zacky,” Brian whispered, softly. “Rest peacefully.”

“Same to you, I guess,” Zacky whispered back.

“Aw, c’mon, Zacky,” Brian prodded, whispering. “Admit that you enjoyed it.”

“Well, the endorphins did…” Zacky started to respond, whispering.

“There you go,” Brian whispered, smiling. “Now, let’s get some rest.”

Zacky sighed, as a smile tugged at his lips. He knew that he could not be mad at his friend and band mate. After all, it’s not like Brian had any malicious intent. He just wanted to have some fun.