#ticklecontent

“That's right your eyes do not deceive you, it is Liberty High’s top heartthrobs and members of the state winning football team. you may be asking yourself how exactly I managed to get these two into my stocks. As it turns out Justin here comes pretty cheap but he's shy and talked his buddy into coming with him so today instead of the usual content we do, you are all in for a treat. For those of you hoping to hear all about these two and their feet, you are also in luck because we are going to start out with an interview, which is where we will start now. So, Justin, what made you decide to surrender your straight, jock boy feet to me? What could you possibly need the money for so badly?”

Ryan enjoys watching him squirm before he hears the reply, “I needed money for a date, couldn’t get it any other way.”

It sounds like a lie, something in Justin’s voice tells him the jock isn’t being truthful but Ryan doesn’t really care. A desperate straight boy makes for decent enough questions and Ryan still has to keep the conversation going for a bit longer. Anyway, he had always wanted to get to question Justin Foley about his feet.

“How do you think she’d feel knowing the money you’re spending on her was earned by having a gay guy tickle those big feet?”

“She isn’t going to find out so it doesn’t matter.”

Ryan can’t help a smirk as he thinks of Jess Davis’s reaction to any of this but decides to shift and ask his other guest a few questions.

“And how do you, Zach, feel about being here? What could Justin have possibly said to make you want to come along for this?”

“Oh.” Zach somehow looks surprised to be addressed as if he somehow thought Ryan wouldn’t talk to him. “Justin is a great friend and would have done the same for me.”

The overwhelming nervous energy coming from the Asian boy is almost entertaining as Ryan moves on to the last question. “What is the strongest experience you can recall with tickling?”

Neither of the jocks respond for a moment and he can see whatever passes for thinking from them before a smile creeps onto Justin’s face and Ryan is given an unnecessary reminder of the reason for his long time crush on the handsome boy. “I dunno if this is what you’re looking for but there’s a towel at Bryce’s that is like, really fluffy and whenever I use it, it drives me mad. Drying my feet off is impossible cause I’m giggling too much.”

It’s not at all what he expected but also one of the dumbest, and hottest, things he’s ever heard. The idea of Liberty’s star wide receiver unable to handle a towel is comedy.

“Well, I promise I am a lot worse than a towel so I hope you boys are ready to get destroyed.” 

His fingers make contact with the feet and he is pleasantly shocked. He had been afraid their feet would have been hard from football playing but both are soft, Zach’s silky smooth and Justin’s a little less so but plush under his fingers.

It turns out both are comically ticklish as well with the light strokes causing their feet to try flinching away from the tickling and soft giggles to fall from their mouth. Justin seems worse which surprises him. He expected both to be made of sterner stuff but Justin is supposed to be from a pretty rough neighborhood but his feet are shockingly soft and very receptive to Ryan’s probing. Zach’s are too, but he seems a little better at keeping it together.

He plays around for a bit teasing them lightly as he does, “My viewers love nothing more than seeing a pair of straight boy feet walk their way into my stocks, and today they get that but double!”

Between giggles, the pair manage a bit of protest but Ryan isn’t really listening, he’s too busy enjoying the power he has over them for the moment and he has already wasted enough time talking to them. Now, his fingers switch from scratching to a fluttering motion over both soles, driving both of them wild. He continues for a bit exploring their feet with his hands.

As it turns out, Justin is stupidly ticklish everywhere from heels to toes. It takes basically no effort to get him giggling and it isn’t much harder to turn those giggles into full laughter. Zach is a little harder at first. He giggles like Justin, his massive soles seem to be a treasure trove of nerves, but unlike Justin, he is harder to get laughing. Ryan can do it, he discovers, but it requires toys. 

Ryan is all too happy to bring those out anyway, he may not have told the pair he would be using tools on their feet… but he doesn’t really care. Straight boy feet, especially teasing straight boy feet like Justin’s, deserve every bit of tickling punishment Ryan can eek out.

Feathers are classics that don’t work on many guys, so he decides to start there. As it turns out, they are more effective on these two than they are on most people because it gets Justin giggling again, the cutest sound Ryan has heard in a long time. More fun, he gets to watch Zach, less affected by the feather, try to protect Justin's feet with his own, tilting his ankles to try to cover his buddy’s helplessly ticklish soles and honestly, if that isn’t love, Ryan isn’t sure what is.

It quickly comes back to bite Zach cause while Ryan is willing to indulge his tickle toys a bit, his feather ends up finding Zach’s toes, an otherwise untickled spot so far. It turns out Zach can’t handle that and Ryan decides to file that info away for a bit later and focus on wrecking them jointly for a bit longer.

He takes a deep breath and leans down to the center of Justin’s sole and blows a fat raspberry. The two things he notices are that one, Justin can’t handle it if the almost silent laughter is anything to go by, and two, his feet taste a bit sweet, a bit salty, and Ryan would love a worship session with them… but tickling is just too much fun. Zach’s feet don’t hold up any better against the raspberries either and Ryan spends a few minutes alternating between the sets of feet.

Ryan decides to move in for the kill on Zach. He was really thinking Justin would crack first but damn are Zach’s toes insanely ticklish. He brings the brush up and uses its delicate bristles on the equally delicate skin under Zach’s toes. It’s so satisfying to completely break the tall, handsome jock with so little effort and he can’t help cooing at the suffering teen.

As much as he would like to drag out the anticipation, he is also eager to fully break him and so brings the bristles up to the pads of Zach’s toes. He couldn’t have hoped for better results as Zach’s laughter jumps an octave with the tickling and Justin, previously lost in his own tickle torture takes notice by cracking an eye open. Ryan loves a captive audience, letting Justin stew in his own impending fate. But right now he has Zach to concentrate on as he moves the brush in a circular pattern over the large toe pad. He almost regrets keeping Zach’s feet so far apart so it’s difficult to tickle both at the same time but a glance up shows him that Zach is clutching Justin tightly as tears form in the corners of his eyes. It’s maybe the most beautiful thing Ryan has ever seen.

He presses for about two minutes, turning Zach more or less into putty in his stocks and then says, “Who’s my tickle bitch?”

Without hesitating, Zach laughs back, “MeHEheEhe!”

“It is you isn’t it? A silly little giggle bitch. Who has big ticklish jock boy feet?”

“MeHEhEHE!”

“Good, and who owns these feet?”

“YohOhoHoU!”

“Glad we can agree on that. Now Justin, let's get on to you.”

Watching those adorable, bubbly toes clench is true magic and he decides to pull out his last trick of the night, something he is certain will absolutely wreck his longest running man crush and his pretty feet.

Reaching under where the boys can see, he pulls out an electric toothbrush and holds it up. Justin’s face pales a bit under the redness. He flicks it on dramatically and goes for Justin’s toes knowing it won’t break him, just yet, but it does have him laughing madly. He keeps Zach busy too by teasing his toes, just with fingers, but fingers is all it takes on those soles.

However, all good things need to end and Justin is flagging from the constant tickling and Ryan doesn’t want to mar his victory by having an exhausted Justin capitulate, so now is the time. He moves the buzzing toothbrush  to the center of Justin’s arch and lets the sparks fly. The jock can’t handle it and that makes Ryan especially pleased and he doesn’t give Justin the out as fast as he gave it to Zach, preferring to savor the squeaks and squeals mingled with hysterical laughter for a bit.

Eventually though he says, “Who has big silly jock boy feet?”

Justin doesn’t reply and Ryan gets his dream interaction, a stubborn jock holding out and letting Ryan tickle his feet more. “Stubborn are we? It isn’t a secret, you know. Just tell me what I want to hear.”

Justin doesn’t and Ryan goes so far as to remove his hand tickling Zach and move it to Justin’s other foot, causing the other boy’s laughter to rise another octave. Still, the handsome boy refuses to give in and Zach, after catching his breath, says, “Just do it.”

Justin hold out about a minute longer before finally laughing, “MehEHEHe!”

“Good boy,” Ryan purrs, “now tell me you love having these big, teasing feet punished.”

Another moment of hesitation but Ryan takes a deep breath and blows out another raspberry on the silky soles causing Justin to bumble out the phrase and Ryan drinks in the lovely sound of total defeat before pressing with the final question.

“And who owns these big, ticklish feet?”

“YoUHOhOu!”

Ryan purrs again at the reply and keeps tickling. Zach jumps in and says, “Hey, he said what you wanted.” Deciding to ignore the other athlete, Ryan focuses for another minute or two on the captive jock but eventually, the end has to come.

Ryan’s sad to release them from the stocks but takes pleasure in knowing this isn’t totally over yet. There is the post tickling interview and then the behind the scenes part. For a moment, he leaves them alone though, they shift, resting their massive feet on the top of the stocks and don’t make any moves, Justin is still fully leaning on Zach’s chest and Zach still has an arm around Justin’s abdomen, holding onto him. Both of them have their eyes closed, their faces still red. They’re cute, if only they were gay.

“What was the worst part?”

“Can I say all of it?” Justin responds without opening his eyes.

“I’m surprised, I wouldn’t have guessed your feet were so ticklish, surely all of that football training should have toughened them up.”

He watches the bubbly toes curl a bit at the insult and adds on, “You know Justin. In terms of my tickle list, your name is at the top. You’ve been a naughty little tease.”

That get’s Justin to crack an eye open as he peers at Ryan in confusion. “What?”

“Don’t play innocent with me, I’ve been watching you during math, always popping your heels out of your sneakers, giving more than a few good looks at those well worn socks, I can see the pinkness of your heel through them! You must have known you’d attract my attention.”

Justin turns the most adorable shade of pink and rubs one foot against the other. Zach’s eyes are wide open now too and very alarmed looking.

Ryan smirks and says, “If you make them look any cuter I’ll lock them right back up and give them another tickling, you little tease.”

The shock in the pale blue eyes is amazing and Justin really might be Liberty’s cutest boy but he does have another guest and once again, Justin’s natural charisma is outshining Zach.

“What about you, bigfoot? Where are those stompers most sensitive?”

Zach blushes and examines his feet before saying, “I think my toes.”

“I’d say so, all I had to do was look at them and you started giggling.” Turning the camera back to himself, he addresses the watchers again, “And there you have it folks, Liberty’s greatest dreamboats reduced to a pair of ticklish teenage boys for your pleasure and mine. Hope you enjoyed it, and see you next time.” With that, he ends the stream and looks back at the pair who have finally shifted, Justin stands, Zach stretches.

“We’re almost done, but I believe I’m owed trophies.”

The pair look at him in a combination of surprise and confusion but Ryan goes over to a case in the middle of the room and pulls the cover off to reveal a trophy case with different sneakers and tickle tools in it.

A look of embarrassed horror comes over their faces as Ryan opens up a large section and says, “I believe those sneakers would look perfect next to each other, just like you two were.”

“Ryan-”

Justin tries to protest but Ryan cuts him off. “I won’t send you home barefoot, now put them in here.”

There is something incredibly satisfying about seeing two of the top jocks in the school walking barefoot over to the hooks to retrieve their sneakers and then returning to the trophy case before dropping them in.

“Boys, don’t be spoiled-sports, put them in nicely. Show my new trophies some respect.

There is a bit of grumbling as they rearrange them nicely. Ryan lets him keep their socks, if it had been their baby blue Liberty tube socks, you can bet he would be displaying them, but since they’re regular, he doesn’t mind letting them get away. He admires for a moment, plans to turn one of Justin’s sneakers on its side, maybe angle one of Zach’s sneakers out… decisions, decisions. 

“And I think the conquering weapon as well? What do you think Justin? Zach’s was obviously that brush under his toes but you had a lot of trouble with a few tools.”

Watching Justin rub one foot awkwardly on the floor as Ryan makes him relive the tickle horror he just went through is nothing short of delicious, especially to contemplate what destroyed his feet the most. 

“I think…” he hesitates and Ryan loves how much thought he is putting into this because he could just lie and deprive Ryan of his fun, but instead he is seriously thinking about it. The only thing that would make it better is if Ryan could hear those thoughts.

“The tooth brushes I think.”

“I agree, I didn’t think a jock could squeal like that.”

Ryan decides the pair are cute blushing, and honestly they should have been gay. “Well as much as I would like to keep you boys here longer, I’m sure you need to go shout about manliness and jockhood somewhere so I’ll let you go.” He reaches down into a box under the display and pulls out two sets of slides, brand new, and says, “But let's make sure you don’t go out barefoot. It would be a shame to damage the goods like that.”

His smirk returns as he sees the scarlet blush heat up both their faces when they get a look at the slides, plain black at first glance but on the strap is the logo of his page, the Foot Friends, a pair of Fs with feathers.

There is a hint of disgust on Justin’s face as he slides his feet into them which melts to bliss, the same expression on Zach’s face as he steps into them. Ryan smirks. “Comfy aren’t they?”

“Yea, never felt such a cushy sole,” Zach comments dreamily. 

Ryan’s smirk widens as he says, “Perfect for silly jock boy feet.”

Both blush at that and basically get out of the room as fast as they can. Ryan gazes at the trophy case, excited at the prospect of getting his hands on them again.

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As they get into the car, Justin buckles his seat belt and says, “Well?”

Zach squirms and replies, “It was- everything I hoped for, I think.”

“You think?”

“I- could have done without having my sneakers taken.” He looks down at the stupid slides he’s wearing and blushes because he hates it… but he also loves it, and all of the other humiliating extras Ryan tagged on. “But thanks. For coming.”

Justin shrugs as he leans back in the seat, eyes closed, and says, “I got you bro, you know that. Besides, I needed the money for rent, so it worked out for me anyway.”

Zach lets out a sigh of relief as he starts the engine. A long time fantasy of his has been crossed off the bucket list and that’s kind of a relief but…

“What would you say if I said I might want to do it again?”

Justin cracks an eye and replies, “I mean… Ryan is kind of a douche. If he said one more thing at the end, I might have punched him. But if you really want to and don’t want to go alone, you know I’ll come with you.”

“But you won’t be happy about it.” He’s a little disappointed at the response and hesitantly probes, “You didn’t enjoy it even a bit?”

Justin shrugs. “Those sneakers were small but now I only have one pair and they’re really worn out. Plus Ryan sucks.”

“Yea…”

Zach lets it drop as he pulls out but at a light it dawns on him. “You didn’t say you didn’t like getting tickled.”

Justin glances down at his feet and shrugs. “Laughing is nice. Feels like I haven’t had a reason to lately. But I didn’t like how Ryan kept looking at us… like we were meat. It was gross.”

It’s not so much a question as a hostile demand and Ryan can’t help but notice the possessive way Bryce refers to them as ‘his’. It works though, because he is already cooking a plan and is thrilled by its evil nature.

 “I tickled them.”

Bryce glares and replies, “Then stop it.”

“Ummm, no. Do you know the rush of having three different sets of hot jock feet to tickle to insanity.”

Bryce grits his teeth and replies, “No. And I don’t want to. Stay away from them.”

There is a lingering threat, vague, but implied. Mr. Walker controls the county, he backs almost every single successful politician and supports most of the local institutions in some way or another. Bryce is someone who has grown up thinking his dad, and therefore himself, are totally sheltered from everything. Unfortunately for him, Ryan has already made his choice for college and is getting out of this terrible place far from the reach of someone like Bryce.

“No, unless-”

Bryce raises an eyebrow at the unless and prompts, “Unless-”

“Unless maybe you get in my stocks for a round?”

Bryce looks offended by the thought, as if the notion is an affront to him so Ryan figures he needs a bit of… encouragement.

“Oh, you’re scared. I get it, based on the other three, I doubt those feet of yours have a chance. Might as well give up the king’s court but save the royal feet some humiliation.”

Bryce gives him an irritated look and then says, “I’d be careful if I were you.”

The other boy moves in closer to his personal space, squaring his shoulders and trying to intimidate him but Ryan is just amused. He’s never seen Bryce in a fist fight, Monty and Justin? Sure. In fact, they do it on Bryce’s behalf. So Ryan isn’t the least bit intimidated and reaches out to squeeze Bryce’s sides, almost immediately getting the larger boy to fall into giggles.

“Oh yea, you should give up now and just let me have my way with your friends. You’d never last.” He slips past Bryce and says, “All well big boy, the offer still stands. If you ever want me to stop tickling your friends and their cute feet, you have to give me a shot at yours.”

And that’s it, Ryan walks away and he fully expects to hear no more from Bryce.

A week later, Ryan leads the cocky jock, all dressed up in his baseball boy uniform, to the basement. Bryce is nothing like the other three, while Zach and Justin were nervous and Monty was serious, Bryce just seems pissed and he’s sure there is a reason but also doesn’t really care because he gets to play with the King of Liberty’s feet and tickle him into submission. 

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When they get to the bottom of the stairs, Bryce runs into the first of Ryan’s traps, things he’s done specifically to fuck with the other boy that he didn’t do to the previous three jocks. In this case, his display case, polished and proud. His eyes travel over it like he knows Bryce’s are doing at the same moment. A pair of baby blue sneakers with an electric toothbrush, black high tops with a brush, and finally a pair of red slides, well worn with a very faint outline of feet in the soles. Each of them are labeled; Justin, Zach, and Monty. His trophies, proof of his conquest. But that isn’t new, what he has added for today is the empty part, a fourth spot carved out already labeled Bryce and he knows Bryce is looking at it. Standing up on his top toes, he purrs in the jock’s ear, “Your cleats are going to look ravishing as part of my collection.”

“You’re a pervert,” Bryce sneers.

Ryan smirks as he replies, “You’re excited for it.”

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Always in such a hurry,” Ryan tuts but he leads Bryce to the stocks and lets the jock get in. He can’t help but saying as the teen settles down, “Giving your feet over to a fag for tickling, how the mighty have fallen.”

“When I finish your stupid challenge, I’m taking your collection back and you’re going to leave my boys alone.”

Ryan hums but says nothing more as he plucks off the cleats and pauses for a moment, and then strips the socks off too, deciding to get right into the bare feet. Taking a moment to pinch both of the big toes he asks, “Ready to get fucking wrecked?”

Bryce snarls slightly but it lacks bite and Ryan wonders what’s going on behind the handsome face. He expected Bryce to be more of a dick but he seems more nervous than anything. Not that Ryan minds. He traces his fingers along the soles and they are incredibly soft and plush under his fingers, the right mix of muscle and meat. Bryce tugs them back  almost immediately and he gives the boy a lewd smirk as the other boy puts them back in the cut outs. Ryan takes this opportunity to lock them in place and leave Bryce totally helpless, but before he gets into the tickling proper, he decides to pull out another trick he has set up. Moving away from the locked jock, he pulls a sheet off of something facing Bryce and reveals a large mirror.

“You’re sick,” Bryce says, but his voice wavers a bit and Ryan smirks.

“Not happy? I thought someone as vain as you would love this.”

Bryce squirms and curls his toes and Ryan notices the way he watches them in the reflection and can’t help but wonder if somehow Bryce has already lost the mental game. A bit disappointing since breaking Bryce was going to be the highlight and he’s not likely to ever get the story from the other teen, but all well, he still has one of the hottest guys in the school here in his stocks.

Returning, he starts gently scratching his fingers across Bryce’s soles. Lightly, not really tickling hard yet, but apparently, the feet he’s tickling are so soft, he doesn’t need to go hard. It’s a total one eighty from Monty’s feet which barely reacted to this at all because Bryce is already giggling, laughing almost, at almost nothing. The feet quiver in the most beautiful way, shaking and squirming- Ryan might be in love.

“You’re going to hold out? You’ll be begging me to stop in less than ten minutes,” he predicts, partly because he thinks he might be right and partly because it will infuriate the athlete. He doesn’t really pay Bryce any mind as he continues to explore the feet in front of him. It’s kind of funny, when it was the other three, he took a lot of pleasure in making them part of their tickly experience, but with Bryce, it almost feels right to mostly ignore him.

Ryan manages to get hold of one of one of the big toes and tickle just the pad. The result is beyond his dreams with the foot tensing up, he can feel the muscles straining to escape the tickling while behind him, he can hear Bryce’s deep belly laughs. He goes down the line, tickling each toe individually and discovers that the little toes are somehow even more sensitive than anything else, a silly little detail, but one he enjoys knowing.

Bryce demands to know how much time is left but Ryan tells him to figure it out. He’s personally not keeping track of it too closely at the moment, it would ruin the thrill to be counting seconds and he has Bryce on the ropes anyway, he could step in and break him at any moment and that’s enough for him.

It’s time to be mean though, and possibly end the game now as he slips his finger between two of Bryce’s toes and wiggles it around. He’s rewarded by a squeal, one of the least manly things he has ever heard. That’s good info to hold on to for later and he moves instead to the broad, silky soles. Bryce isn’t tall, not compared to some of the six foot plus goliaths in the school, and his feet aren’t that large, only a size nine, but they’re wider than any of the other boys so they still feel spacious.

He begins with his normal tactic of traces the lines and wrinkles in the soles, enjoying the laughter spilling from the boy. When he decides he’s done enough of that, he changes to flicking along the sole in very light, quick strokes and finds this absolutely devastating to the boy who can’t contain any part of the laughter. He continues to ignore the increasingly frantic calls to know what time it is.

At one point, he shifts to the sides and tops, not surprised to find them just as soft as the bottoms and also not really surprised to find that they are also ticklish, which he does of course comment to Bryce about. He tunes out the other boy’s reply, filled with laughter as it is, in favor of more tickling.

Sensing it’s time to wrap things up, Ryan decides to give Bryce a moment to relax before the finale. He reaches into his tool box as the stocked boy gasps for breath. He still has almost ten minutes and he has no plans of letting Bryce go early… but he does plan to secure his victory now as he produces a vivid purple feather.

He holds it up for Bryce to see and comments, “Not quite the shade of royalty, but I think it’ll do the job.” 

He watches the toes curl and smirks. “You could beg now.”

“Fuck off.” 

Ryan shrugs, works for him.

He brings the tip of the feather down with agonizing slowness, he can pretty much see the king of the school squirming out of his skin but Bryce’s eyes remain locked on the mirror, watching the feather descend on his feet. He likes knowing that the mirror works. The tip makes contact with the center of one of his soles and Ryan starts slowly tracing it around, not really using a particular strategy at the moment. He kind of wants to see the reaction he gets and he isn’t surprised when he does. Bryce doesn’t seem to react as much to hard tickling so the tip seems to blend tickling and maybe a bit of pain together, earning some giggles but also some grimaces.

That’s not the vibe he’s going for so he flips the feather over and uses the fluffy end and that has the desired effect, Bryce is left in stitches almost immediately.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who is feather ticklish. You’re my first.”

Bryce sputters but mostly laughs as intended and Ryan enjoys the feeling of the powerful feet squirming under him, helpless to stop the tickling. That said, he chose his words carefully to make it sound as dirty as possible by calling Bryce his first. It would be shameful to miss a golden opportunity to really mess with him. 

Still, it’s time to bring this will he won’t he game to an end and Ryan brings the fluffy part of the feather up to Bryce’s toes and without any pomp or circumstance, begins weaving it between the toes in an unpredictable, snaky pattern. He loves the unrestrained, almost manic laughter he creates and several times, he almost thinks he hears Bryce starting to beg him to stop but at those moments, he simply picks up the pace a bit to prevent that.

Sure, he could let Bryce end their little game, but there is something satisfying about controlling the jock so completely that he doesn’t even allow Bryce to end his own tickly torment. He does glance at the clock though and since they are down to five minutes he slows down just enough for Bryce to say the magic words,

“PlEHehAsEStAHOp!”

Ryan does, pausing the timer for the moment as he smirks at Bryce who is red faced, sweaty, and now totally dominated. He lets the boy suck in several ragged breaths before commenting, “Guess you weren’t tough enough to stand up to this either.”

Actually, he was far from it. Monty was definitely the toughest to tickle and Justin and Zach didn’t especially try to resist, it wasn’t part of the show they were all putting on so they had no incentive. Bryce did, and he still didn’t stand any chance.

The boy only glares at him, half heartedly, before shifting his gaze to look at his own well tickled feet in the mirror. Ryan lets him for a moment, enjoying the little toe show he puts on. Then, he grabs the feather and moves back in, to Bryce’s frantic protests.

“Wait! This is supposed to be over!”

“Well you lose, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to let you out. I still have five minutes on my timer and I plan to make the most of it.”

There is a look of shocked horror on the boy's face that Ryan likes to imagine represents the teen’s realization that he wasn’t even close to winning but he doesn’t bother to ask as he instead digs back in with the feather. 

He goes for about three minutes and then pulls out the smallest, most delicate of his brushes, a paintbrush for very detailed work with brushes that are softer than anything Ryan has ever felt before.

He works Bryce’s sweet spot again, right between his vulnerable toes, making sure to hit every bit just before the timer rings.

For several minutes after he opens the stocks, Bryce stays put, panting. It’s almost comical how dramatic it is but Ryan gets the feeling Bryce is trying to play a stalling game, not that Ryan intends to let him get away with it. As the teen reaches down to grab his cleats, Ryan casually reminds him of his deal.

“I believe those are mine now, but if you would be a dear and put them in my case for me, I would appreciate it.”

The scarlet color returns to Bryce’s face at the comment and Ryan is pretty sure he assumed right, that Bryce would try to get out of tickle tax.

“I-”

“Owe me a shiny pair of cleats, and you might as well put the feather in with it, gotta have the tool that broke the king.”

There is a bit of grumbling but Bryce does so and sets his cleats in while Ryan passes him a pair of slides to put on, commenting, “Can’t let these tootsies get roughed up on the pavement. Tata now, off with you.”

Part of him regrets doing this, he would love to bask in the humiliated jock’s awkwardness but dismissing him seems poetic, it’s how Bryce treats a lot of people, using them and then dumping them until they are useful to him again, so the slight seems appropriate.

Once the jock is gone, Ryan takes a moment to appreciate his trophy case, now with four sets of shoes and four tools. He isn’t planning on forgetting this anytime soon.

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Safe in his car, Bryce takes a moment to slide his feet out of the new, unwanted footwear and look at them. They’re extra pink, he can still feel the faint tingle of the feather on them…

Something has to be wrong with him because there is no reason he should have enjoyed that. He’s straight, and he’s not into feet or tickling or anything like that and his feet are off limits even to his girlfriends but somehow, that was maybe the most intense thing he’s experienced short of sex. He runs a hand over them and quivers, thinking about how they looked helpless in the mirror- and how he thought it was hot. Damn- this was not supposed to happen-

Except it kind of was. A week ago, he had the conversation with Ryan. After he returned from it, he demanded that Justin come over and interrogated him about why the hell he would go get tickled. When Justin held out on him, he saw the tanned feet and something clicked. It didn’t take much effort to get Justin’s feet in his lap and even less to start tickling him and there was something enchanting about the squirming toes and Justin’s helpless laughter. But even as he had dominated his best friend, he had been thinking of his own feet, perfectly pampered- Calling Ryan back up had been the most heart racing experience he could remember and agreeing to a thirty minute bet was pretense enough to get his feet into Ryan’s hands.

Shaking his head he slides his feet back into the shoes and turns the car on. He’s going home, taking a shower, calling Justin and making him come over and then he’s going to tickle Justin till the kid dies and maybe if he’s feeling magnanimous, he’ll let Justin tickle his feet a little.

Trophies. There isn’t much point in collecting them from Justy- he’s bought Justin half the shoes he owns and the rest are ratty things from a thrift store that he doesn’t want anywhere near his house. But he isn’t about to let Ryan one up him. And… there was a level of hotness to it all. Owning a tickle toy’s shoes- he hates that his own looked kind of hot in the display and that Justin’s and the others’ looked very hot.

His face flushes as he’s caught between confusion and anger. He and Justin aren’t friends...not really...maybe a tiny bit. Justin invites himself over from time to time, sometimes to sleep for an afternoon on the couch in Clay’s room, other times to play video games. He’s also started tutoring the other boy and unlike Jeff to whom tickling is a reward, he’s taken to using it as a threat to Justin who will usually try to avoid it. Pinning down Justin’s feelings towards it are hard because he alternates between willingly offering his feet and trying his hardest to avoid the tickling. Whatever the case is, Clay makes the other teen take his sneakers off and hand over his phone at the start of tutoring to have a threat to refocus Justin and to take away the biggest distraction.

The text now, ominous and threatening, leaves him feeling like they’ve taken a step back and his hastily tapped out message demanding to know what’s going on is ignored.

He tries to find Justin before class but has no luck and almost texts Jeff to ask but decides not to; mostly because he runs out of time.

When he plops down into his seat for homeroom, he catches Zach’s eye from across the class and the Asian boy sports an interesting look, partly guilty, partly excited, and partly embarrassed. He has no idea what it means until Zach stretches his legs out and Clay’s breath stops in his mouth.

Two massive feet, clad only in Nike slides. Fuck. Zach’s toes spread out as if to tease him more. He spends the whole twenty minutes desperately trying not to watch. Zach doesn’t even do much! The taller boy just leaves his feet in plain view and occasionally flexes his toes but that’s it and worse, it doesn’t need to be anything else because Clay’s attention is fully on the beautiful feet in front of him and what he wants to do to them. Feathers between the toes, fingernails on the arches, a brush on the heels, all while drinking in the helpless laughter.

He can’t even go over and chew the other boy out because that would involve dealing with Monty and there is no way he can navigate a covert conversation with Zach with the aggressive boy there.

Twenty minutes stretches on for what feels like twice that time and when the bell rings and Zach disappears out the door before he can try catching the boy.

The first three periods pass normally but when the bell rings he finds himself more anxious because he shares fourth period with Justin and he has a slight feeling he knows what’s coming. He’s taken aback when Justin’s feet are fully clothed, granted in a nice pair of sneakers, but sneakered all the same. He reaches up to tap the other boy on the shoulder to say something but the teacher walks in and he can’t.

For the first ten or so minutes, he zones out as he listens to a monotone voice explain the ins and outs of photosynthesis. He almost falls asleep when movement catches his eye. In front of him, Justin pops a heel out of his sneaker...and then the other. He lets the sneakers dangle like that for a few seconds or so before his feet return to the ground.

Clay keeps watching; waiting for Justin to start up again but the other boy doesn’t.

Not until he almost resigns himself to total boredom. And then Justin pops a foot out of the sneaker completely. He’s wearing his baby blue tube socks and he uses the now socked foot to pop the other sneaker off and plants his toes on the floor but just his toes so that both soles are exposed looking right at Clay.

Fuck.

This isn’t fair! For the next fifteen minutes, Justin silently teases him. He flexes his toes, straining the socks, crosses them at the ankles, uses his toes to scratch the top of the other foot and rub his feet against each other. The worst comes right before the bell rings, as if the idiot hasn’t done enough to distract him, he watches as Justin casually leans down in his chair and scratches along his socked sole. Clay can see the little jump in his body as he accidentally tickles himself and wants nothing more than to reach down and grab a socked foot and remind him what real tickling is and remind him what a tease deserves. Justin pops his feet back into his sneakers right before the bell rings and gives Clay a wink as he slings his bag on before disappearing out the door and into the sea of people.

He sits down at the library table nervously. Zach and Justin were pains in the ass so he can only imagine what Jeff will do.

The jock slumps into the chair across from him, carelessly dropping his bag to the ground and Clay finds himself growling, “Whatever you have planned, don’t you dare.”

Jeff looks at him innocently with those big, brown eyes, “Planned?”

He huffs, not looking to play, “You know.”

A laugh, “I’m pretty sure I don’t and what’s why I’m here. You are the tutor, teach me!”

“No tricks?” He doesn’t really believe Jeff. This whole thing is something he’d come up with for fun.

“Tricks? You seem paranoid. What happened?”

Jeff sounds truly confused and he relaxes. Maybe he is overreacting. “Zach and Justin were being stupid. I thought you were in on it.”

“Being stupid how?”

He looks around quickly to make sure no one can hear and then lowers his voice just in case to whisper, “They were being teases.”

Jeff shakes his head. “Oh boy, what did they do?”

“Zach was only wearing slides and Justin kicked off his sneakers in class.”

“And they know your opinion on it?”

He snorts, “Justin knows, moron. I told him they deserve to be tickled and he still did this.”

“He’s not our brightest but maybe Zach didn’t know.”

“He made full eye contact.”

“Yea that sounds guilty. What are you going to do?”

“I tutor Justin Saturday I think, maybe I’ll let him know what I think of his stunt then, he isn’t allowed to wear sneakers in my house anyway. And Zach. I’ll figure something out. I haven’t had a shot at his feet since that first time in your basement.”

“Tools?”

“I’ve got some new brushes and a few other toys to use on them. They deserve it anyway.”

“I’m sure they’ll see it that way.”

He snorts, “By the time I’m done with them they will.”

With a grin Jeff’s whole demeanor changes as he says, “Sounds like fun, guess I should sign up!”

For about a second he’s shocked, and then looks under the table, two empty slides sit on the floor in front of Jeff’s chair. He follows the legs to the chair next to him where a beautiful pair of bare feet are propped up, one leg bent at the knee showing off a bare sole, across the cream colored sole is written, Happy Birthday! He wonders how badly it tickled to write that on and finds himself disappointed he missed it.

As if reading his mind Jeff fills in, “The sharpies was a bitch to use. I didn’t think you could tickle yourself but after all the pampering you’ve done on these puppies I don’t think it matters. Anyway, I had to go into the bathroom before I got here to do this and a damn near kicked the door putting it on!”

His mouth goes dry as he reaches for the foot, the talk of tickling making him desperately want some action himself. The attempt is thwarted when Jeff smirks and pulls his foot back.

“Sorry Clay, you get your presents later.”

His mouth goes dry as he tries to wrap his head around what just happened. Jeff continues talking.

“I know your birthday isn’t today. Sunday right? But today my parents are out tonight so you’re coming over like 5:30. And don’t be early. We need some time to get ready. The back door will be open so just come in when you get here but don’t you dare come down those stairs until 5:30 unless one of us texts you, I know you like being early.”

“Thank you.” His voice is harsh, rough. He feels a little guilty for being annoyed with the other two earlier.

“Don’t say thanks to me, Justin had the idea. I just told him when it was and then provided the place, well and a pair of feet. Poor Zachy isn’t too happy but Justin gave him the puppy dog eyes and he’s never been able to resist them.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just wait till you see everything. Man I can’t wait, this is going to be great! In the meantime though, I do have the trig test coming up and I am super going to fail if you don’t help me.”

He shakes his head and tries to clear it but is only able to pull himself back when Jeff slips his feet from the chair and puts the temptations away.

Later that night, he arrives at Jeff’s house. He’s fifteen minutes early, which isn’t too bad considering he’s been thinking about this non-stop since the library. Letting himself in, he takes a seat on the couch and tries not to literally die as he waits. The minutes seem to move excruciatingly slowly but he finally gets a text to come down.

At the bottom of the stairs, the room opens up and he’s able to see the trio sitting on the couch. Their backs are to him but Justin, who’s on one end, twists around and says, “We’d come wish you a happy birthday but that would be a little hard.”

“What are you-” He rounds the piece of furniture and answers his own question. The coffee table is pulled up to the couch. Six socked feet rest on it. The socks have interesting designs on them making them look like wrapping paper while the ankles are tied up with ribbon into three big bows.

“Happy Birthday!” Three voices chorus together and six sets of toes flex as if also wishing him the same.

He stands there, shocked, until Justin prompts, “Well c’mon. We know what teases get.”

            He hoped Mike was okay and had managed to save Joe. He honestly felt bad for not going with his friend but he really couldn’t stand being tickled. He also hoped Austin would be fine even though he was confident that he had a better hiding place than Austin could ever dream up. He was thinking about all of this when he heard a noise outside the bathroom. He started getting nervous. He hoped it was Mike; he really just wanted to see his friend. Instead, the shadow cast on the floor was that of a ghastly monster, the same ghastly monster hunting him. He held his breath and hoped the monster would just leave. The shadow moved across the floor past the stall Senghoon was hiding in and then turned around and left.

            Senghoon was shocked, the monster left! He let out the sigh of relief but didn’t dare move from his spot. He stayed up on his perch and continued to wait and wait and wait. The room started warmer and warmer. He was starting to regret his plan as his feet were now sweating badly under five pairs of socks and sneakers. The bathroom was really starting to get warm, but he couldn’t leave his spot. The monster was sure to be on the prowl.

            As he waited the room continued to heat up and then the door creaked open. Once again, the shadow crossed the floor and once again it was not human. But unlike last time it did not move past him and then leave, it stopped right in front of the stall he was hiding in and arms reached over to unlock the door. It was like slow motion, the door swung open and standing in front of him was his nightmare, an actual tickle monster. The monster moved into the stall with the petrified boy, its arms reaching out to take hold of his latest captive.

            As it did, the monster commented, “I must admit you are more resourceful than your other friend. At least I didn’t find you hiding in a closet.” Senghoon finally found his voice and managed to ask a terrified but vaguely hopeful, “Does this mean you’ll let me go?” The monster’s chuckle chilled him. “Of course not, I have to deal with you so I can move onto your friend.” With that the monster grabbed Senghoon and ripped off the sweatshirt that protected the boy’s upper body. The hands converged on the sides, ribs and stomach now only protected by a thin T-shirt. The college student found himself screaming with laughter as soon as the fingers made contact with his body. He also found that the only thing he was able to think of besides the horrible tickling was hoping that Mike would save him. He didn’t know why but he was sure that his friend would save him. At least he hoped Mike would because he couldn’t stand too much ticking. The monster grabbed hold of his thrashing arms and hold them above his head in one hand while the others descended on his now exposed underarms. “Plehehehehehehease stohahahahahahap!”

            The monster was enjoying himself as he tormented the last boy before his prize. “I hope you are having as much fun as I am”, he commented idly to Senghoon as he ravaged the boy’s upper body with his fingers. He continued his torment swirling a finger in the captive boy’s navel and after hearing the octave increase, bringing him up to blow a raspberry. The boy lost it practically screaming as the raspberry was blown. The monster and said, “Do you want to play a game? It’s a counting game. The rules are simple I count your ribs and you try hard not to make me loss count. Although I warn you that I can loss count pretty easily so you’ll need to be quite for me.”

            With this the monster roughly grabbed at Senghoon’s bottom ribs and started “One, two” Senghoon’s laughter cut him off almost immediately. The monster tutted and said, “You’ve made me lose count, all well guess I have to start again.” He did start again, and Senghoon made him loss count again and then they repeated the cycle over and over and once again Senghoon hoped that Mike would save him somehow.

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            Mike continued his exploration of the phantom dormitory. It was nearly identical to the real one, the one that only a short time ago he had been hanging out in with his friends. But there was one major difference; the RA offices were all different. In fact, when he had exported the second office, he discovered tapes of boys asking to be ticked by what sounded like the very monster that tormented him and his friends. Now he was on his way to the last office and hoped desperately that whatever he found would help him and his friends. He pushed the door open and was surprised to see what looked like a vintage movie projector. He approached the machine and found that it sat on a desk and the drawers contained dozen of movie reals. Taped on the desk were the instructions for operation and a movie reel. Mike reached out hesitantly and started the reel.

            The machine came to life and displayed a scene that shocked Mike, a group of boys about ten or so in number, ranging from about fourteen to seventeen years old sat on the floor of a large carpeted room. Most of the boys had looks of giddy excitement on their faces and the others looked slightly nervous. The scene remained unchanged for a few moments aside from some scattered conversations that Mike couldn’t really make out. But the image was not at all like the old movies, it was clear and in color. It was actually better than clear, it was like Mike was standing in the room and the sound was just as good. The door opened and all eyes in the room turned to look at the door. Mike was only a little surprised when the monster strolled in.

            The boys in the room looked even more excited by the monster’s appearance and Mike watched as they clamored, asking to be tickled, volunteering themselves eagerly some even taking off their socks and shoes or shirts. The monster laughed and calmed the boys promising them their turn and began with one of the boys.

            Mike watched the whole tape, finding that monster kept his promise and the boys all enjoyed it. Then he put in another reel. Like he suspected, the next reel was much the same boys or young men asking to be tickled by the monster. In fact many of the videos were like that and Mike began to put the pieces together. The few that didn’t show a boys or young men begging to be tickled showed them instead meeting for the first time the monster and agreeing to be tickled. The monster always claimed he was there to relieve stress and the person always agreed, though some took more persuasion than others. Mike was beginning to feel sick, the monster in these videos was the same one, but he didn’t seem even slightly menacing. He was even downright friendly in the reels.

            Scanning the rest of the room, Mike found what appeared to be journals written by the monster. They had no dates or name written on them but they all recorded encounters with tickle victims, some like the videos were pleasant encounters but others were not. These accounts were written in obvious frustration, men and boys rejecting the monsters offer. They related how the monster pulled the unwilling participant into a parallel dimension and tortured them to insanity. It didn’t specify what happened to the victims of these particle incidents but they were never mentioned again in the journals, contrary to some of the other names. Mike skimmed most of the journals hoping desperately for a way out of his predicament but it seemed all of the people who insulted the monster were met with the same fate and often the monster wrote bitterly about how stubborn they were until the end.

            As he closed the last journal Mike felt he had a brick in his stomach. He knew what he had to do but he hoped it wasn’t too late. He replaced everything to where he had taken it from and left the room. He needed to get the monster’s attention.

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            “So”, the monster began casually, “I can see you have shoes on your feet.  I wonder if you thought they would protect you. Well at least you made it interesting for me; it’s like opening a present with all the socks you’re wearing.” Senghoon’s face paled and he looked horrified by the thought, “Please don’t tickle my feet. I can’t stand it.” The college student’s eyes were huge and he looked terrified at the prospect of his feet being tickled. He knew how sensitive they were ordinarily and after spending so much time sweating under five pairs of socks, they could only be worse.

            The monster was delighted, the boy may have been between him and his prize but it was sure to be an interesting tickle session. He had rearranged the captive boy so the he was hanging from a hook in a shower stall by the back of his shirt. His feet were dangling down and the monster lay under the squirming feet. He reached up with most of his arms and started gently tickling the boy’s legs. His remaining two hands reached for the laces of the sneakers and began untying them. In between his giggles, Senghoon pleaded Dohohohohohohohon’t plehehehehehehehehease!” There was a desperation in the boy’s voice that if the monster not been so angry, he might have taken pity on. But he unlaced both sneakers and pulled them off anyway, halting his tickling so the boy could properly appreciate what was about to happen. A pair of gray hiking socked feet hung above him. He reached out and brushed a finger over one of his soles. Even through five layers of socks, the boy’s foot still twitched and a slight giggle escaped. The monster looked up into the boy’s eyes and saw only terror. “You felt that even through all these layers? You must have some sensitive feet, too bad they will be part of your destruction.”

            He tormented the feet for a few more moments gauging how ticklish they were and after he was satisfied he stripped off the first layer. “Time to get to business.” The feet were now clad in maroon athletic socks and without the thick hiking socks they were even more susceptible to the flicks and brushes of the monster’s fingers. Senghoon’s laughter was more defined now; a constant stream of giggles and his feet squirmed away from the fingers. The monster savored the pleas coming from his victim in between the giggle fit, “Phehehehease, sthahahahahahap”. He paused only to strip off the next layer and reveal another layer of athletic socks, this time green in color. As he played with the feet now the laughter changed becoming a hint more desperate and notably louder. The pleas also increased, “SthahahaHAhahahaapplehehehehehehaseIhahahahahahahahacahahahahahahahan’ttahahahahahahahakeit!”

            Senghoon tried desperately to get his feet away from the monster, but from his position he not only was unable to see his own feet well but also had to try to keep from falling off the hook. He was desperate and scared and really just wanted Mike to come and help him. The other boy had become a symbol of courage to him over the months they had spent at college together and if he was honest with himself, something of a security blanket. The other student was always looking out for everyone before himself and had a way of comforting people that, along with the rest of his charismatic personality, drew people to him. Right now his presence would mean that everything would be okay to Senghoon, even if it was totally illogical to think that.

            The monster was amazed by just how ticklish the boy was. He had on three pairs of socks and one pair at least was fairly thick, but he was still able to get such a reaction out of simple tickling. He had only been flicking his fingers up and down the soles of the socked feet; he had yet to use his more devious techniques for evoking laughter. He was certain it would not take him long to bring this session to a close and decided to accelerate the process, pulling off the third pair of socks and  revealing generic, white cotton socks, soaked with sweat. The monster was quick to strip these off and revealed the last pair of socks, silky black dress socks, a grave error on Senghoon’s part and one the monster commented on.

            “I assumed that you had put on so many socks and a pair of shoes to protect your feet but socks like these only make you more ticklish.” “What?” The exhausted student looked back down at him, face flushed and sweaty. The monster nodded and unsure if his captive could see him and added, “Yeah, something about the material makes the skin more sensitive. Lucky for me, although somehow I don’t think your feet needed any help in that area.” With that comment, break time for the exhausted college student was over and the monster resumed his terrible work, talking as he went along, “Yeah there are a number of ways to make people more ticklish and feet in particular are pretty easy as long as you know what you’re doing.” As he spoke the monster spridered his fingers across the sweaty, socked soles of the tortured college boy eliciting louder laughter than he had before. He continued his torture, playing with the skin under the toes of the boy’s feet and getting the boy to scream with laughter, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Senghoon was laughing so hard, he couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

Clay doesn’t have time to reply until after he’s off the staircase and looking at the couch. Sneakers already off, socked feet propped up on the table in front of the couch, and smiles that, like his are slowly falling away, are Zach Dempsey and Justin Foley.

“What the fuck is Jensen doing here.”

Which mixes with Clay’s “What the hell Jeff, why these two?”

Zach says nothing but his toes curl in their socks in response to the obvious tension in the room.

“Fuck this I’m leaving!”

“Fuck you I am too!” 

Justin moves to stand up and Clay almost turns around to leave when Jeff clears his throat and moves between them. He addresses the pair on the couch first, specifically Justin, but Clay’s more than a little indignant with what he first hears.

    “Listen I know I didn’t mention it was Clay who would be tickling you but does it matter that much? When I told you that I had a friend who was going to tickle me your eyes lit up like it was Christmas and you asked to come along, you didn’t care then who it was. So you’re going to sit down and play nice with Clay cause he’s my friend just like you are.”

    The way Justin blushes gives Clay a superior feeling until Jeff turns to him. “And Clay, come over here.” He motions for Clay to come closer and once he does Jeff tosses an arm over his shoulder and points at the four feet sitting up on the table. “I know I didn’t tell you these two were coming but they’re also my friends and I want all three of you to play nice. And if you do, just think of getting your hands on four of the most ticklish feet in Liberty, or so I’m told, plus mine.”

    He grumbles a bit but Jeff joins them on the couch, sitting between them and adding his feet to the ones already on display. That changes his mind, he’s still not happy about it but the more he looks at those six feet, flexing, squirming, and wiggling, on the table, the more he can’t wait to get his hands on them. Since the first, admittedly somewhat awkward but totally wonderful time that Jeff let him explore his fetish and he and Jeff learned the other boy enjoyed getting his feet tickled, the pair had made it a bit of a regular thing. In the beginning it was just a hangout thing but Clay ended up finding out he could bribe his friend to study harder and do better on tests and projects by tickling him for good grades. The arrangement suited both of them because Jeff moved into firmly B- territory in several classes to both their delight and Clay more regularly got his hands on Jeff’s feet.

    Of course he also got a lot better at tickling, learning just how to tease and manipulate the huge feet to get the most out of them. After a lot of videos on tickling he learned how to tickle beyond just scratching the soles and even thought about using a few tools but then he wouldn’t be touching the feet himself and that made him decide against it. Maybe it was selfish but he could make Jeff howl and beg without a brush or feather. He had long since mapped out the most sensitive spots on his friend’s feet. Of course the silly jock had accused him of not, so he peeled a pair of socks off, an argyle pattern since Jeff had learned he could provoke Clay into giving him a worse tickling when he wore colorful, fun socks, and demonstrated his intimate knowledge of the feet to their owner. That had been about a week ago and he might have worn Jeff out a little too much because the older boy had apparently devised this plot, or used circumstances to his advantage, in order to get people here to divert his attention. 

    He also did a lot of research and soon had Jeff sleeping in socks with lotion soaked in them. The older boy thought it was silly at first but after giving it two weeks he saw the light and did it gleefully from then on. It worked out perfectly too because the other thing Jeff decided he loved was what he called tickle talk. Mostly it consisted of Clay teasing him about his feet and how ticklish they were. It came naturally to some extent, even now it seemed so strange for the jock’s feet to be so helplessly ticklish and Jeff loved hearing stuff like that because he claimed it made him more ticklish. Clay didn’t get it but then he didn’t get the tickling thing and Jeff didn’t get his foot fetish beyond the tickling so they were on pretty even terms...and the ‘tickle talk’ was a lot of fun in a way so he was down for it.

    All of the research and experimenting had come pretty easy though after he realized something very basic, he loved tickling! He isn’t totally sure what he likes about it, the feet obviously, and getting his hands on them, and Jeff also for sure but he’s come to suspect he loves the tickle talk too, or rather the fact that what he says in it is true. He loves the power he has over Jeff’s feet because it didn’t take much for him to get Jeff howling and he has to admit that he thoroughly enjoys being able to wiggle his fingers a bit, even in school when the boy has sneakers on, and getting him to jump a little. It’s his only form of payback against his friend’s relentless teasing about...well everything, related to ticking or not!

    Now he’s going to try it all out on these two assholes...and Jeff but most of it he’d already done to Jeff. He gives them one last dirty look though for good measure which Justin returns and Zach looks away from. He takes a seat and looks out at the feet in front of him, it’s like a buffet of sizes and socks. Justin’s are the smallest and are clad in basic black socks. They don’t stink either which surprises him, Justin is known to be dirty in more than one way. 

    Next are Jeff’s, the ones he’s most familiar with, his toys. He’s wearing a pair of graphic socks, sandy yellow with little fish on them and Jeff knows he loves those socks and has never failed to totally wreak him when he’s worn them. It makes him a little suspicious because he’s saying these two assholes are here because he needs a little break from Clay’s full attention but then wears something he knows will focus attention stage feet!

    Finally is Zach, the biggest pair of feet and clad in pale blue tube socks that go halfway up his calves. The toes are still clenched and he can’t help a barb to start it off, “C’mon Dempsey, so afraid I’ll wreck your feet you’re already holding onto your socks?”

    “Shut up Jensen what are you going to do anyway!” 

    He rolls his eyes at Justin’s outburst but he’s glad the moron asks because he’s about to show them. He moves to Justin’s feet and without any finesse or letting the idiot say anything, grabs them in a headlock and rakes his nails up and down the cotton covered soles. It’s a good thing he’s gotten better at not being kicked in the face while tickling because Justin thrashes worse than Jeff and howls twice as loud! Clay gives him a solid three minutes without a break and then lets him catch his breath.

    The whole time the moron’s mouth is running a mile a minute. “Ohshit! AHHAhHAJenHehEHseHOhOhehoNFuHAHahAHCkYouHOhoHOho!IHIhAHHe’MGoHOhaHOhAHiNGToHOhAHehAKihehEHillYouhoFUHhAHAHA!SThAHAHP!PlHEheHAhASE!”

    Clay reluctantly let up after he heard the pleading...well he waited for a few more pleas and looked up at the panting, red faced jock. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch that, did the great Justin Foley just threaten to kill me for tickling him? And here I thought he was tough enough to take it.”

    He gets a wicked glare but interestingly, the feet remain in grabbing distance. “Fuck you Jensen.” It lacks the force it did last time which is good, he literally just had to beg for someone to stop tickling him, serves him right for being an ass.

    He decides not to respond and moves onto Jeff whose colorfully clad feet have been wiggling in anticipation the whole time and waiting to get totally wreck; tickled until his friend is a laughing mess on the couch but first he needs to play their game. Briefly he wonders if maybe he should be embarrassed that the two assholes on either side are seeing this but it’s not like they can tell anyone without admitting they were there to get tickled too.

    He reaches out and rests his hands on the ankles and looks Jeff straight in the face. “You know what happens now don’t you?” 

    “I don’t know, what?” Jeff gives a coy smile and stretches his toes all the way, making his soles taut and all the more ticklish.

    He runs his fingers along the tops of the strong feet enjoying the feeling of the nylon socks and more so the feet beneath. “I think you know exactly what happens, after all these socks aren’t a coincidence are they?”

    “What are you talking about? I just pulled out whichever socks were on the top and put them on.” There’s the usual mix of excitement, confidence, and trepidation in his voice that Clay’s come to associate with a Jeff who knows he’s about to get tickled. The feet continue their little teasing dance, flexing and stretching and generally being enticing to look at.

    “You mean you didn’t know wearing these would get you totally destroyed?” For a moment he has a brief flash of panic because Jeff...is not all that bright and might actually not know if Clay’s never told him. The other boy’s tanned face smiles just a little wider though and Clay knows Jeff’s playing the game and his fingers move along the sides now and he feels a little jerk and hears Jeff’s breath hitch slightly. The sides of his feet aren't super ticklish but right now Jeff is psyching himself out with anticipation which works in Clay’s favor.

    “Nope.” His face colors red a little like it does when he blatantly lies. 

    “That just makes them all the more deserving of this, boy’s who carelessly tease their feet deserve punishment, especially when they’re ticklish.” He finally moves his fingers down to the soles and feels the feet tense under his hands. “But that’s what you want right, you want me to tickle these monsters?”

    Jeff nods.

    “And you want to hear how I think it’s unbelievable that big, tough Jeff is actually a helpless little boy when his get his sneakers off?”

    “Yes.”

He drags a finger up the socked foot and feels it squirm but Jeff doesn’t pull away. He traces patterns across the feet, playing connect the dots with the little fish and making sure he connects all the really ticklish spots. Justin and Zach are both looking on in confusion and maybe a bit of disgust but neither say anything, probably in an effort to save their own feet. He’ll get to them later.

“It’s hard to believe the Liberty Tigers’ star hitter and first basemen can’t handle a little tickling.”

He continues to scratch the feet lightly, moving on to the heel and enjoying the warmth of the feet under his fingers and the suppleness of the skin as he presses down on it and feels spring back up.

“I mean look at these monster, the muscles, veins, I can see them through your socks! And to think, they’re softer than a little boy’s!”

On to the toes and he weaves his fingers through the fabric to tease the long appendages beneath while Jeff giggles madly but holds back outright laughter as Clay continues.

“And you enjoy this too. You love being belittled like this don’t you? Like being called the ticklish little boy you really are don’t you?”

“Yeheheas!” He decides Jeff’s had enough and moves on to the last pair of feet but not before one last comment.

“Good, because when I come back, you’re going to get the punishment your feet deserve for being so sensitive.” The wild smile on the boy’s face lets him know the other boy is excited for it.

Meanwhile, Zach’s toes are still clenched in their cotton protectors as Clay shifts to sit in front of them. They’re so big that it’s almost impossible to see the other boy’s face over them but Clay’s okay with that.

“Go easy on me?”

He snorts and replies by drilling into the feet. Like Justin, he howls but unlike Justin who kicked, his feet flapped about in a really funny way. It doesn’t help them much thought since Clay’s fingers follow wherever they do, scratching at the soles, poking the underside of his toes, and tracing patterns on his heels.

    Also like Justin he’s dumb enough to try talking but only to beg. “HoHOhOHAHoHAStAHHApClHAhahaHAYPlEhEHAHASE!” 

    He keeps going for a bit but at some point it just seems mean to keep tickling the moron so he pauses and feels a little vindicated that the other boy sucking in breath like a drowned man.

    He shifts back to look at all three of them and can’t help but feel annoyed it’s so hard to tickle all of them at once. The way their sitting he can’t reach from Justin to Zach in a way that would be effective for tickling.

Before he can bring it up, Jeff suddenly says, “Let’s play a game. Clay’s going to tickle all of us at once; first one to tell him to stop loses a sock. We keep playing till only one person has ‘em.”

Zach blushes a furious shade of red but Justin cuts in hotly, “We just keep playing till someone wins? What if Jensen can’t get us to beg?”

“With how ticklish you are Foley, that won’t be a problem.” He adds a smile onto it knowing it’ll infuriate the other boy, he pokes the foot too for good measure and gets a wiggle. He’s right but to his surprise Zach speaks before Justin can continue arguing, “What do we win?”

    All eyes look to Jeff since he started this and after a moment of thinking he says, “We set a timer for three minutes, Clay has that long to get one of us to tell him to stop and the person that does, loses a sock. If Clay can’t, he loses a sock at the end of the round. At the end the winner gets bragging rights and gets to tickle the losers for five minutes but then the person who comes in last gets gang tickled by the other three for five minutes. Sound fair?”

    Clay frowned, he signed up to do the tickling not the other way around, not with those two.

    Jusitn sounds positively gleeful as he replies, “Lookit, Jensen’s scared! He’d better be, he’s going to lose for sure!”

    His face heats up and he replies, “Keep dreaming Foley, you’re going down!”

    Zach chuckles, a little nervous but not entirely so, “I guess we’re all agreed.”

    Jeff has the pair shift so their feet are sitting on top of his and Clay can’t deny that the six feet all mixed together with their different sizes, shapes and colored socks is very appealing. It gives him more of an incentive to launch a massive tickling blitz on the vulnerable body parts after starting the timer which results in the howling laughter from all three as he scapes his nails across the ticklish canvasses. 

    “Cootchie Coo.”

    He says it to be annoying but mostly he’s focused on his timer, two minutes down so he heads up to the toes. That’s all it takes.

    “StAhAHAhAP!”

    Zach and Justin look at Jeff who blushes a little and gives a wry sort of smile as he holds his foot up to let Clay strip off the patterned sock. He rolls his eyes but does and takes a moment to admire the pretty foot, no matter how many times he sees them bare, Jeff’s feet are always a thing of beauty.

    He resets the timer and they start again and gets to work. With one bare foot, Jeff has to work twice as hard to keep from calling out but Clay realizes something...Zach is using the other feet as shields for his own and that inspires him to target them just a little extra and that’s apparently all it takes

“CuHAhAHaATiHEhehehHEIToUHoHOT!”

Clay lets go of the feet and it’s not even two minutes in. He gives Zach a look and the tall boy blushes but leans down and strips one of the long socks off.

They reset and go and to his surprise, and despite trying to get Justin to cave, it’s Jeff who calls out first.

His friend looks rather pleased with himself despite all three of them giving him a look.

Justin is the only one to speak, “You do know this means you lose right? Like you shouldn’t look happy?”

Jeff sort of shrugs and tries not to look so gleeful as he shifts out of the way so Clay can focus on the other two.

He restarts and Zach must have been fighting not to be the first out because he can’t seem to hold it together very long...in his defense he is half barefoot so that probably doesn’t help him but Clay doesn’t really care about being fair to him.

Now it’s just him and Justin and the other boy is grinning at him infuriatingly. “Ready to lose Jensen? Man I can’t wait to make you howl!”

Clay gives him a dirty look but resets the timer and lets it go. He digs in hard to the two flapping feet and Justin barks laughter more intensely now that he’s bearing the sole brunt of the tickling onslaught.

Still...he won’t beg. Clay works hard, really hard, tickles the soles, scratches the heels, teases the toes...the whole time watching his seconds slowly tick away. 

And then it goes off. He’s stunned as Justin looks at him cockily.

“A preview of what’s coming Jensen.”

Clay reaches down to take his sock off when Justin motions for him to stop. The asshole actually comes and takes it off himself, giving a slight tickle to the foot as he does earning him a giggle and a dirty look. 

“Man I can’t wait to destroy you. I may only get five minutes but I’m make you cry!”

    Clay continues his dirty look...but if he loses he’s in trouble and having one bare foot reminds him of that all the more. Looking down at his naked foot...he’s a little worried. He wears sneakers almost all the time...sometimes even on his own bed in his own room just because he’s so ticklish!

    Still Justin seems cocky and he can work with that..and if not he’ll die from tickling.

    “Fuck off Foley and put your feet back out and get ready to lose!” Not his greatest come back but he doesn’t need it to be.

    Even as the feet, still clad in their black socks, extend, Justin’s talking shit. “You look scared Jensen, realizing you can’t handle what you dish out?”

    Another glare and he starts the timer and digs into the soft feet again. Justin howls and he concentrates almost exclusively on the toes where Justin’s most ticklish, his fingers slide between the bubble digits and touch the cotton covered webbing between them which sets Justin off, plays with the soft undersides and occasionally attacks the doughy soles to fuck with him when he seems to be too used to the toes tickling. 

            It wasn’t until a few moments ago that Dan had ever felt weird around Paul. At 2am and after seven hours straight of work, Dan was exhausted, sore, and irritable and Paul had suggested something strange, “Hey Dan you look tired, put your feet up on the table and I can help.” Dan of course had asked what the hell Paul was talking about and his tall friend had replied vaguely that he could help Dan relax. So Dan, deciding that at two in the morning and cranky, tired and generally irritable, he had nothing to lose did it. Paul took a seat on the floor in front his feet and he pulled of Dan’s slides, revealing his black socked soles.

            Dan’s face always had a faint pink color to it. His cheeks, in particular, always looked blushed, never quite losing their color and returning to the same pale as the rest of his skin. His dark brown, almost black hair only made his skin seem paler and his cheeks rosier. True as this was, Dan was sure his face was much redder now than usual. He had always assumed people found feet gross, but Paul was not only sitting by his, he was touching them. Paul’s large hands grabbed his feet and started massaging them. And Dan was helpless. It felt amazing; his feet were always sore from the long walks to and from class and this soreness was exacerbated by being perpetually tired due to long nights filled with school work. Now these powerful hands where working the aching muscles over and it would have been perfect except for one thing Dan noticed a few more seconds in, it tickled. Dan had no real experience with tickling, it hadn’t happened to him much as a child and never since he turned ten or eleven. But this tickled like hell. He barely stifled a few giggles and his feet, on their own, flexed wide stretching the skin on his soles. A strange look crossed Paul’s face and Dan thought, for a second that maybe Paul had heard one of the giggle. This idea seemed to lose ground when Paul’s hands didn’t change anything at all. They continued a kneading motion on the soles of his socked feet and Dan was stuck between asking him to stop and letting him continue.

            On one hand it felt great, even the tickling to some extent, on the other, Dan was pretty sure being ticklish wasn’t a cool thing and was sure he should find this strange. The debate didn’t take long though, Dan’s feet felt wonderful and the tickling was becoming more enjoyable. He was content to sit there and let Paul work his feet over, giving himself totally to his friend’s hands. He leaned back, resting his head against the back of the chair and closing his eyes, he began to space out. He was brought back when he heard Paul say, “Guess you’re enjoying this, huh?” Dan only nodded and flexed his toes in response. “Mind if I step it up a notch?” Dan wanted to ask what he meant but he felt too content to bother talking so he just nodded vaguely. He opened his eyes when he felt his socks being pulled off. Paul’s smiling face at his feet greeted him as his friend’s gaze roved over his bare soles. Once again Dan was struck by the strangeness of the situation and how it revolved around his feet. His musings were cut short however when Paul’s hands returned to his feet. “Your feet are nice, the skin is really soft, the soles are wide, your toes nice and plump and the pink color is cute, it matches your face.” Now Dan was really confused and even surer this wasn’t normal. Most friends probably wouldn’t just massage your feet without losing a bet or something but none would then call them cute and go through such lengths to describe them. He felt his face heat up as Paul continued, “So a size 11 right? Pretty big since you’re only like five ten right?” At this point Paul looked up from Dan’s apparently amazing feet and noticed his blush, he grinned. “Aww Dan, don’t look so embarrassed, it’s not bad to have nice feet. Ticklish is a good quality for feet too.” Dan’s eyes went wide at the comment and Paul offered him a devious smile, “Don’t you agree, you seemed to be enjoying the tickling earlier.” Dan hesitantly bobbed his head, he was enjoying it. Paul dragged a finger up his sole, “So you don’t mind this?” Dan’s foot jerked and a giggle slipped out of his mouth. Paul grinned, “You want me to continue, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement but Dan found himself nodding, it was a true one.

            Paul’s fingers scratched across both his soles earning happy laughter from Dan as he learned the joys of ticklish feet. The fingers explored every inch of his soles scratching, poking and just generally touching them. Dan giggled and squirmed, occasionally pulling his feet away only to return them to Paul. This felt amazing, the electric impulses coursing up his feet, the unburdened, carefree laughter, laughing in a way he hadn’t laughed in years, and the sheer euphoria of letting go totally. When Paul started tickling his toes, he as sure nothing could be better and his laughter got more intense. He felt the fingers work their way under his toes and in between them, to skin that Dan didn’t think had ever been touched. He closed his eyes and gave himself to the wonderful tickling and finding himself disappointed when it stopped, opening his eyes. Paul was looking back at him and said, “Wanted you to catch your breath before the next part.” Dan nodded, annoyed that the tickling had stopped but reassured that it would start again. He closed his eyes, waiting for it to start again.

            When Paul resumed, the tickling was faster and harder than before. The finger tips made contact with the most sensitive parts of his feet. They spidered across both of his big soles and then, just as Dan began to anticipate the pattern, they would switch to tickling his toes or the sides of his feet or scratching at his heels. This went on for a few minutes and then he felt something new, something warm being shoved into his sole, and then a tickly breeze blowing across it; he opened his eyes to see Paul’s face pressed against his feet sniffing them! Paul looked up and him but before he had time to say anything Dan hesitantly asked, “Do they smell alright?” Paul grinned, “Pretty good, kind of sweet actually. Does this bother you?” Dan shook his head felt his face heat up more when he heard himself ask, “Think they would taste good?” Paul looked surprised this time, “Are you offering?” Dan nodded shyly, flexing his toes, he wanted to see how this felt, it was the next step in this amazing tickling and he needed to know what it felt like. Paul leaned his head in hesitantly and then said, “This will tickle more than anything else you know.” Dan nodded, he was sure of that, it was part of the reason he wanted Paul to continue. Paul nodded and extended his tongue, gently lapping Dan’s sole. The warm moist appendage sent a ticklish shock through Dan unlike anything he had felt so far. Paul pulls his tongue in and comments, “Tastes as good as it smells,” before returning to practically bathing Dan’s feet in saliva. Dan was reduced to a laughing mess as Paul lapped his ticklish feet with his tongue, tickling them more than anything else. His feet writhed around as the slick muscle worked its way between his toes and underneath them. The best part for Dan came when he learned just how ticklish his saliva soaked feet were. Paul’s finger began to tease the wet feet and to Dan’s delight, the saliva removed and resistance, allowing the fingers to glide across his soles without any resistance. The warm saliva had also warmed his feet considerably, adding to their sensitivity to the scratching and poking the underwent. Paul's masterful fingers seemed to have a map of his most sensitive areas and an indiscernible pattern to triggering the best reaction from the teen.