Tickle Minion

Paying a Ticklish Debt (Tickling, dubious consent, bondage) SFW

Ticklish Foot Art (tickling, drawing on feet) SFW

True Tickling Tale: Too Much Whiskey (Tickling, Drinking) SFW

Wrong Number 2: A Ticklish Trap (Tickling, Kidnapping) - SFW

True Tickling Story: NYE On the Kitchen Floor (Tickling) - SFW

Danny Tickled on the Roof (socks, foot worship, tickling) - NSFW

Scott Becomes a Foot Slut (Foot Worship, Socks, Foot Sniffing, Jerking Off) - NSFW

Scott Becomes a Foot Slut part 2 (Foot Worship, Tickling, Foot Sniffing, Socks, Foot Job) - NSFW

The Neighbour's Son (Foot Worship, Bondage, Tickling, Jerking Off) - NSFW

Happy Pride Travis (Foot sniffing, Foot Worship, Sandals) - NSFW

So You Really Like Feet (Foot Job) - NSFW

Break and Enter and Tickle and Kidnap (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap, Milking) - NSFW

Tickle Torturing the Shoplifter (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap-ish) - SFW

Roadside Trouble (Tickling, Socks) - SFW

Henry: The Ticklish Prize (Tickling, Socks, Bondage, Kidnap-ish) - SFW

Shawn's First Time Tickled (Tickling, Bondage) - SFW

Jack is Invited to Dinner (Tickling, Bondage, Milking) - NSFW

Master Ricky Gets His (Tickling, Foot Worship, Bondage, Kidnap) - NSFW

Casey's Ticklish Test (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - NSFW

A Dog, A Kidnapping, and a Kink (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap, orgasms) - NSFW

Crime and Punishment Tickling (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Hole in the Socks, Toes in the Mouth (Socks, Foot Worship) - Mostly SFW

Tied and Tickled Boyfriend (Tickling, Bondage) - SFW

Alternative Ways to Pay Rent (Foot Worship, Foot Job) - NSFW

Ex-Gym Buddy (Foot Worship) - NSFW

Revenge Tickling (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Pay Per View (Foot Worship) - SFW

A Ticklish Christmas Gift (Tickling, Bondage) - SFW

His Sister's Boyfriend (Foot Worship) - NSFW

Beach Feet Tickling (Tickling, Bondage) - Semi NSFW

Taken in the Park (Foot Worship, Kidnap) - SFW

Wrong Number (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Ticklish Christmas Morning (Tickling, Foot Worship) - SFW

Ticklish Farmhand (Tickling) - SFW

Step Brother's Sleepy Feet (Foot Worship) - Mildly NSFW

Snatching the Yoga Teacher (Foot Worship, Bondage, Kidnap, Foot Job) - NSFW

Birthday Kidnapping (Tickling, Socks, Kidnap) - SFW

Getting in the Mood (Tickling, Foot Worship) - Mild NSFW

The Photos Shoot (Tickling) - SFW

Rival Dealers (Foot Worship, Foot Sniffing, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Barefoot in the Club (Tickling, Foot Worship) - SFW-ish

After the Christmas Party (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Tied Up in the Basement (Tickling, Foot Worship, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

New Video Game (Foot Worship) - SFW

Birthday Present (Foot Worship, Bondage, Foot Job) - NSFW

Bathtub Scrub (Tickling) - SFW

Home Invasion (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Foot Hustler (Foot Worship) - SFW

Brad's AirBnB Trouble (Tickling, Foot Worship, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Perks of Tutoring (Talk of Tickling and foot worship) - SFW

Perks of Tutoring 2 (Foot Worship, Foot Job) - NSFW

How Dave Got Into the Frat (Foot Worship) - NSFWish

Out of Uniform (Tickling) - SFW

To Catch a Surfer (Foot Worship, Foot Sniffing, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Working from Home (Tickling, Foot Worship, Foot Job) - NSFW

Yard Work and Dad Feet (Foot Worship, Foot Job) - NSFW

After Party Guest (Foot Worship) - SFW

Cardassian Interrogation Techniques (Tickling, Bondage) - SFW

Rich Boy Tickled (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Weirdest Party Ever (Tickling, Bondage, Foot Job, Kidnap) - NSFW

Dale’s phone made a chirping sound and he checked his notifications.

“Alright, look, Jenny says they’re all already down there and they are waiting on us.  They want to know how far away we are.  What should I tell them?”

George rolled his eyes but kept his focus on the game.

“Tell them we’re just leaving now and we’ll see them soon.”

“So, are we leaving now then?”

“In a few fucking minutes, Jesus.”

This was getting insane.  George was a great guy, but when he got sucked into a game, he really got sucked into a game.  There was virtually no way to distract him or pull him out of it.

“Alright, look, I hate to do it man, but I’m just going to turn the damned thing off so we can get going.”

“Like hell you are.  If you do, we’ll have a pretty big problem.”

“Alright, fine.  In that case, I’m going to distract the shit out of you until you either get your stupid ass achievement, or you die and we leave.”

Without looking away from the screen, George just rolled his eyes again and smirked.

“Good fucking luck.  I’m locked in, man, nothing you can do could bring me out of it.”

“That sounds like a challenge, dude.”

“You damn right it’s a challenge.  I can beat this and beat you at the same time, no question.”

Dale knew he had to take this cocky punk down a peg, but he wasn’t entirely sure how.  He looked at George sitting there, legs stretched out, focused entirely on the game.  Surely there was something Dale could do?

Eyes sliding down George’s body, Dale’s vision came to rest on George’s bare foot.  George couldn’t see, but a smirk slowly spread across.

“Say George.  You wouldn’t be ticklish, would you?”

“Mmhm.  Yeah, sure, who isn’t?” George replied, barely paying attention.

Dale scooted across the floor so he was right at George’s bare foot.  He reached up with an outstretched finger and scratched the very centre of George’s foot.  The foot twitched, the toes curled, and George peeled his eyes away from the screen just long enough to throw Dale a dark look.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing at all, go back to your game.  I can’t distract you at all, remember?”

George grumbled and returned to shooting aliens.

That’s when Dale got an idea.  A great idea.  Standing up, Dale walked over to George’s desk and started rooting around for something.  The entire desktop was covered in things, from loose coins, scraps of paper and wrappers, empty vape cartridges, and junk Dale didn’t even recognise.  He scrounged, and then found what he was looking for: a black sharpie.

Dale settled himself back down on the floor, sharpie happily in hand.  He pulled off the cap and gave the marker a sniff.

“God I hate that smell.  Still, I bet it will be an improvement over your natural scent, don’t you think?”

“Mmhmm, yeah,” George muttered.

George wasn’t paying any attention, so Dale figured it was time to strike.  He brought the marker to the ball of George’s foot and started drawing a circle.  His movements were slow and steady as he pressed the tip of the marker into the skin, but Dale got the reaction he was hoping for.  George squeaked and pulled his foot back.

“Hey!  What the hell, man?  Are you drawing on my feet?!”

“Damn right I am,” Dale said, grabbing George’s ankle and pulling the foot back into place, “And I’m going to keep working on my master piece until you either give up or you fuck up, and then we can finally leave.”

George, a little less focused now than he was before, grumbled and turned his eyes back to his game.  He wasn’t as confident as he was before though, so he kept flicking his gaze back over to his friend, the market, and his own bare foot.

Not wanting George to pull back this time, Dale grabbed hold of his friend’s ankle and held it tightly in place.  

“Let’s see, what to do now…”

Considering George was playing a space alien shooter, Dale decided to make his artwork space themed.  Keeping a firm grip on George’s ankle, Dale brought the marker back and started doing a loop around his circle.  He went over the shape again and again with the tip of the black marker, getting the line nice and thick.

“Sh-sh-shiit… hee hee..  Fuuck!  Why-y-y can’t you just fu-u-uck off!” George groaned between giggles.

“You want me to stop?  Hang up your controller, space cowboy, and let’s finally go and meet up with everyone else!”

“I swear, hee hee… damn… just… just another few haa haa… min-minutes!”

“Then I guess I'll just keep going.”

Dale had what passed as a planet drawn, now to draw the stars.  With quick little movements he dabbed the very tip of the market again and again on George’s sole, leaving little dots.  Lots of little dots.  George cursed and twitched his foot while Dale made little freckles on the bottom of his foot.  Dale grinned and kept up at it, seeing as how he was breaking George’s concentration.  His friend was now giggling nonstop, cursing occasionally, but was a good boy and kept his foot right in place.  If Dale didn’t know any better, he’d think that George might be enjoying this a little bit.

With the stars done, Dale took a moment to inspect his canvas.  George’s foot was smooth, warm, and male in the centre, just begging for further art.  

“Well, it can’t be outer space without an alien, can it?”

Figuring the centre of the foot must be the most ticklish part of the foot, Dale went to work drawing a little figure.  Everything he knew about tickling he knew from cartoons and movies, but his guess paid off.  As soon as he started drawing his little alien on George’s sole, the foot kicked and George started laughing.

“Hey!  HEY!  CUT TH-TH-THAT SHIIIIT OUT!  HAAA HAA FUCK DUDE!  C-O-OMMON!”

Dale did not cut that shit out.  He kept going.  He held the ankle down and kept working on drawing a little alien.  It wasn’t the greatest artist, but that wasn’t really the point.  While he originally started this because he wanted to distract George, he was now sort of enjoying himself.  It felt a little bit like playing a game when they were younger.  He loved the sounds of his friend’s laughter and giggled curses.  

“WAIT!  WAAAIT STOOOP!  HAA HAA GOD DAMN IT I-I-I”M CLOOOOSE!  OOooOooNE MOOORE!”

George kept killing aliens in his game, his controller slipping a bit in a what were slowly becoming sweaty palms.  His leg was vibrating as Dale went about finishing up the little alien holding a flag.  Now he was just doing some texture on the heel and that seemed to be driving George crazy.

“ONE MORE!  ONE! MOOOORE!  HAA HAA FUUUCK!”

With that, George got his final kill and the screen announced his achievement.  He dropped the control on the ground and pulled his foot back away from Dale.  Both boys just sat there for a few minutes while George worked to catch his breath from laughing and concentrating on trying not to laugh.  Placing his foot on his knee, he turned his sole up to see what exactly Dale had drawn.

“Shit dude, I didn’t think you’d really do it.  You draw all over my foot.”

“I did.  And I would do it again.  Here, let me see again!”

Dale grabbed George’s ankle and stretched his leg back out.  Pulling his phone from his pocket he took a few quick pictures of his work.

“You better not send that shit to anyone.  Honestly, I swear.”

“Fine, I’ll keep your secret.  But… you have to wear your flip flops out today.  See if anyone notices!”

George groaned and got up from his seat, heading to his closet to find his sandals.

“Fine.  And I’m really ready to go now, so let everyone know we’re on the way.”

Dale let his friends know they were finally on the way.  He also shared the picture he just took.  He watched as his friends replied with laughing emoji and hearts.  And then Jenny said, 

“Bring the marker with you, maybe we’ll do the other foot for keeping us waiting so long.”