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Feb 20

Wrong Number 2: A Ticklish Trap

You wanted a kidnappy evil story, so here's a kidnappy evil story for you! This is part 2 to Wrong Number. If you end up liking it, maybe there will be a part 3 with another boy falling into ticklish clutches. This story is completely SFW but does have, you know, kidnapping and forced tickles.

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“What do you think happened to those guys?”

“Huh? What?”

“You know, the guys who’ve gone missing? Are you even paying attention?”

Jeff raised his eyes from his phone to look at his friend, Kevin, seated across from him in the coffee shop. The two met for coffee once a week, just to chat and catch up on life, but today Jeff has been distracted.

“Yeah, sorry, yeah. Missing guys. Very bad. Very sad.”

Ken scowled a little bit and took a sip of his still too hot, and highly sugared, coffee.

“You really should pay more attention. Like this guy I knew, Henry, he vanished a few weeks ago. I didn’t know him too well, but we were in a few classes together and I chatted with the guy now and then.”

“So what? The guy probably failed a bunch of shit and dropped out and didn’t tell anyone because he was embarrassed. Not everything is that deep, Ken.”

“You say that, but from what I heard all his stuff was still in his dorm room. He didn’t take anything with him! I don’t think that’s something you do if you’re just dropping out and heading home. Besides, what about the other guys?”

“What other guys? How many missing boys are you investigating, Nancy Drew?”

Ken laughed and took another quick sip of his drink.

“Oh fuck off, asshole. Seriously though, like 5 guys, all around our age, have gone missing in the past few months. Doesn’t that worry you?”

“You know what worries me? I worry about how I’m going to pay the rent next month. I worry about how I’m going to afford groceries to eat. I’m not worried about some rando guys who decided to skip town and not tell anyone.”

“You know, you could always… get a job.”

Jeff scrunched his nose and made a sour face.

“Ew. I’m not that worried. Things will work out.”

“Alright, just promise me you’ll stay safe.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.”

There was cause to worry. Jeff had been slowly running out of money and he was up to his eyes in student debt. His master plan was to graduate and find a high enough paying job that he could afford to pay everything off, but he was starting to doubt whether he had enough funds in the bank to make it that far. He didn’t live a terribly expensive lifestyle, but he liked his creature comforts, such as his weekly coffee dates with Ken. Instead of finding work, he’d just been cutting back on spending.

But something had to give, right?

After leaving the coffee shop and parting ways with Ken, Jeff started making his way home. He gazed, eyes unfocused, out the bus window as they drove through a sketchy part of town. Street lights rolled past, illuminating the bus as they drove by. Jeff didn’t live in this rough area, but he lived close enough that would be getting off in a couple of stops. A few people got on and off the bus, but before too long, they were at Jeff’s stop. Pulling his hood up he stood, walked to the door, and gave the bus driver a small courtesy wave as he exited. It wasn’t a long walk from the bus stop to home, and at this time of night the streets were pretty empty. For a brief moment Ken’s warning about missing guys buzzed in the back of his head, but Jeff shook it off and continued on his way.

As he was walking, something colourful caught his eyes. Attached to a lamp post was a paper sign printed on bright neon green paper. The text was too hard to read at this distance except for the very top, which read “EZ MONEY!!!”

Normally Jeff would have just rolled his eyes and walked right by the flyer, but something made him stop to read it. All he could think about was the shrinking balance in his back account. This was probably a scam of some kind, but it wouldn’t hurt to at least read it.

Right?

Standing in front of the pole, Jeff pulled his hood back and read the flyer.

EZ MONEY!!!

Think you’re cute?

Think you’re hot?

Text us and let us be the judge!

Get paid $$$$

Jeff read the flyer a few times over, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what exactly it wanted. Cute, hot people? Doing what exactly? It was probably porn or something.

He started to walk away, but then he paused, looking over his shoulder at the neon green sheet of paper taped to the light pole. He could surely go for some ‘EZ’ money right about now. And while he wasn’t the hottest guy around, he had no problem picking up girls at the club, which must mean something. It was a little worrying that there was no name or contact on the flyer other than a phone number, but Jeff figured it couldn’t hurt. Worst case scenario they end up being a creep and he blocks the number.

Jeff entered the number as a new contact in his phone, naming it ‘EZ MONEY’. Giving the flyer one last look, Jeff took a picture of it just to be safe, and he continued walking home.

Jeff didn’t think about the flyer much that night. The next morning, however, was a different story. There was a notice attached to his front door announcing that his landlord was going to be raising the rent, something Jeff hadn’t factored into his expenses. Now, there was no way the money he had saved was going to last him till the end of the semester. With a defeated sigh, Jeff flopped down on his couch and rolled his head back. Why couldn’t things just be easy for once?

Almost without thinking, Jeff pulled out his phone and opened the contact info for EZ MONEY. He stared at the digits for a few minutes, options rolling around in his head. Should he call? Should he text? Should he delete the number and pretend he never saw it? Choices.

Finally, Jeff made his choice. He clicked the call button and brought the phone up to his ear. It rang a few times, then a voice answered.

“What do you want?” the voice demanded. It was a guy, possibly a pissed off one, but that’s all that Jeff could tell.

“Hi, um, I saw this flyer about easy money?”

“It said text. So text.”

The voice hung up.

Jeff just stared at his phone. That was rude. He was tempted to call back but he wasn’t interested in picking a fight today. Instead he decided to do as the voice said: text.

Jeff: i called this # and some asshole told me to text??

EZ MONEY: dont call. text only.

EZ MONEY: u looking for cash or what?

Jeff: yeah obviously

Jeff: the sign didnt say how it works tho

EZ MONEY: send a selfie. i’ll tell u more after.

This caused Jeff to pause. He didn’t know who was on the other side or what they were going to do with his picture. But then his stomach growled, reminding him of just how little food he had in the house and how little money he had to buy groceries with. With a defeated sigh, Jeff looked through his photos for a decent selfie and sent it over. Jeff stared at his phone, waiting a minute or two for EZ MONEY to text back. Right when he was giving up hope that he’d hear anything, the number texted back.

EZ MONEY: k u’ll do

EZ MONEY: cute and hot

Jeff: thanks i guess?

Jeff: what happens now

EZ MONEY: take a new one but show ur feet

“Oh fuck that.”

Jeff tossed his phone onto the couch beside him. This was just some fucking pervert looking to get free foot pics. Probably some basement dwelling creepy ass old man jerking off over young guy’s feet. No way was he going to be doing that.

A text notification brought Jeff’s eyes back down to his phone.

EZ MONEY: send the pic get $100 💸💸💸

A hundred bucks? For taking a picture that showed his feet? Jeff’s empty stomach complained again. He could really use that money.

Jeff: ill make u a deal

Jeff: send the 100 first then i send the pic

To Jeff’s shock, EZ answered right away.

EZ MONEY: deal.

EZ MONEY: send ur email for the transfer.

There was no way Jeff was going to send this guy his actual email address, but he did have a secondary one. He sent the email address over and waited. A few minutes later he got a notification that someone had e-transfered him a hundred dollars. That could buy a lot of groceries.

“Oh shit, this is legit.”

Walking out into the hallway, Jeff took a seat on the floor in front of his mirror. Alright, he guessed he was doing this. With just a second’s hesitation, Jeff leaned forward and ripped off his socks. He’d never taken a picture of his feet before, so he simply sat there, made sure his feet were visible in the picture, and took it. He sent the picture off to EZ and waited… and he didn’t have to wait long.

EZ MONEY: very good. sexy feet.

EZ MONEY: i’ll be in touch for more.

Jeff let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. This was the weirdest way he’d ever earned a hundred dollars, but hey, he was still a hundred dollars richer. And obviously, whoever this guy was, he wanted more. With his bank account flushed with cash (well maybe not flush, but at least less anemic), Jeff got dressed and went out to pick up some groceries. No going hungry this week.

Over the next couple of weeks, EZ MONEY would text and ask for pictures every few days. At first the requests involved his whole body, but as time went on the requests became more and more foot focused: the tops of his feet, the soles of his feet, his feet partially pulled out of socks, close up of his toes, etc. Eventually Jeff didn’t really appear in the pictures much at all, just his feet. He didn’t know what this guy was doing with the pictures, and frankly, he didn’t want to know. As long as he was getting this money for foot pictures he was going to keep supplying them.

Just as Jeff was feeling comfortable with this arrangement, EZ MONEY sent a text that would change everything. One evening, as Jeff was reading on his couch, his phone pinged.

EZ MONEY: u ready for some real money?

Jeff didn’t know what that meant, but everything was going well so far.

Jeff: sure

Jeff: what do i have to do?

EZ MONEY: come meet me

EZ MONEY: got a space where we can take actual good pics

EZ MONEY: big money 💰💰💰

For the first time since this all started, Jeff paused. Taking his own pictures and texting them to this person was working fine so far. He didn’t know who was on the other end, and really, he didn’t care to find out. Whoever shells out this kind of money for pictures of dudes’ feet wasn’t someone he really wanted to get to know. But still…

Jeff: how much is "big"??

EZ MONEY: 1k

EZ MONEY: maybe more if u work it

A thousand dollars? That was several weeks worth of foot pics at a hundred bucks a pop. Jeff was starting to get used to having food in the house and a little extra to get a biscuit or two when he met up with Ken. A thousand all at once would be really good.

Jeff: k im down

Jeff: but nothing weird

EZ MONEY: weird pays better lol

Jeff: okay maybe a little weird then

Jeff: but nothing TOO weird

EZ MONEY: ok.

EZ MONEY: sending the address now

EZ MONEY: can u be here tmrw night?

Jeff didn’t need to check his calendar, he knew he was free and available. Social lives were for people who could afford to go out and do things, not for those who had to sell pictures of their feet to afford groceries and pay the rent.

Jeff: yeah i can come tomorrow

EZ MONEY: great.

EZ MONEY: see u tomorrow $$$

When EZ sent the address, Jeff was shocked to see it wasn’t all that far away. He could easily walk there in just a few minutes. The only thing was that it was very deep in a run down part of town. The type of place where no one wants to walk at night.

Jeff thought back to Ken’s conversation a few weeks ago about the missing guys. Should he let Ken know where he was doing and what he was doing? Share the address with him? Tell him to call the cops if he doesn’t hear back from Jeff in a couple hours? Ultimately, Jeff decided not too. There was no way of telling Ken about any of this without having to answer some uncomfortable questions about where he was going, why he was going, and where his money had been coming from.

The walk to the address didn’t take more than 15 minutes. Jeff kept to himself, passing very few people in the cold evening. He arrived at the house and stopped for a moment on the sidewalk, looking up at it. It was an older home, looking to be in a state of general disrepair, and there were no lights on whatsoever. That, more than anything, gave Jeff a moment to pause. Something in the back of Jeff’s mind was telling him to go home and forget all about this, while something in the back of his wallet told him to man up and step up to the porch. In the end, the wallet won.

Wooden steps creaked under Jeff’s footsteps as he climbed the porch. He knocked three times on the door, and stepped back, waiting. The door opened and a man, looking a little older than Jeff and wearing a plain tee shirt and jeans, was standing there. He didn’t seem scary or threatening… if anything he just seemed ordinary and maybe a little boring.

“Um… hi,” Jeff said, “Am I in the right place?”

The man looked Jeff up and down.

“Depends what you’re here for. Are you Jeff?”

Jeff nodded, trying to look down the dark hallway behind the man.

“Then you’re in the right place. Come in, and take your boots off at the door.”

Doing as he was told, Jeff stepped into the front room and slipped his heavy boots off his feet.

“Follow me down to the basement, we’ll be taking the pictures there.”

The man turned and started walking deeper in the dark house. Not wanting to fall behind and or end walking into a wall, Jeff hurried after him on clean white socks.

With a click of a switch, there was finally some light coming from a doorway that led down an old set of stairs to the basement. The whole thing was starting to feel seedier and seedier, but Jeff figured he was committed now, time to see everything through.

Reaching the bottom step, Jeff stepped into a large room that was, thankfully, fully lit. What he saw made him stop in his tracks and almost go right back up the stairs: it looked like a dungeon. There were stocks, a table with rope and loops, all sorts of tools and leather hanging from the walls, and things that he couldn’t even imagine what they were for. There also seemed to be a few video cameras around the room.

“Uh… what’s all this stuff?”

The man walked across the room to a table and picked up a large, professional looking camera.

“Just some toys and stuff. Nothing you need to be worried about. Why don’t you hop up on the table and let me see those socks of yours?”

Jeff stopped for just a few seconds. This was it, this was the moment where he either went for it or turned around and went right back home with an empty wallet.

“No offence, but I’d kind of like to see the money first?”

The man nodded, not seeming offended in the slightest.

“Yeah, of course.”

In a flash, the cash was pulled out of the man’s wallet. He approached Jeff and held the money out. Not wanting to seem too desperate, Jeff held out one (slightly shaking) hand and accepted the cash. After a quick count to make sure it was all there, Jeff tucked the bills into his pocket and nodded.

“Okay, we’re good. Let’s do this thing then.”

Jeff hopped up on the table and sat with his socked soles exposed to the man and his camera. For the next half hour, the man took picture after picture of Jeff’s feet. He started with his socks on, commenting on how clean and white they looked, and then had Jeff slowly strip them off. Inch after inch of sole was exposed as Jeff pulled the socks off, with the camera man snapping shot after shot the entire time. Once his feet were bare there were even more pictures. Close ups of his soles, his toes, his nails, his arches, the tops of his feet, his ankles, his heels, toes scrunched, toes spread, and more.

The longer the photo shoot went on, the more comfortable Jeff was starting to become. He didn’t understand why he was so worried at first, this guy just wanted to take pictures of his feet. No one was ever going to recognise him from the ankles down, so why worry about ruining his reputation? Sure, it was weird, and this guy was sort of weird too, but Jeff had a lot of cash in his pocket. That made up for a lot of things.

Finally, the man put down the camera.

“Alright, that’s it. I’ve got everything I need.”

“Alright, cool, thanks. Just so you know, if you ever want to do this again, I’m down. If you have the cash, that is.”

The man gave Jeff a bit of a strange look, and reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and withdrew more money.

“Funny you should say that, because I have a proposition for you.”

Eyes firmly on the money like a dog staring at a treat, Jeff just sort of nodded.

“Okay, I’m listening. What sort of proposition?”

“Well, you see all the stuff we have here? Let me tie you up a bit, get your feet in the stocks, I take some more pictures and you get some more money. People pay a lot for pictures like these.”

Jeff’s eyes moved to the set of black wooden stocks at the foot of the table. This was a little more than he bargained for. At least right now if he wanted to he could walk out the door and be done with it. If he put his feet in there he’d be helpless and trapped. Biting his lower lip, Jeff’s eyes once again drifted over to the money.

“I don’t know, that’s getting a little freaky I think.”

“I understand, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. Just thought you might be interested in making some more cash since your feet look so good.”

His feet look good? Jeff never thought of his feet looking good, but who was he to argue?

“Look, what if I tossed in a bit extra?”

The man pulled out a few more bills and added them to the pile. Jeff was practically salivating at the sight.

“I mean… okay I guess. Nothing weird though, right? You’re just going to put my feet in there and take some pictures?”

“That’s it. Some pictures, and then you’re free to go.”

“Okay then. Sure, let’s do this. Just, can I have the money first? Not that I don’t trust you, just, you know…”

Without a word, the man reached out and handed the cash to Jeff. The nervous boy counted the money really quickly and thought about all the bills he could finally catch up on with this cash. Plus extra for a splurge or two.

“If you’re ready, just put your feet in the stocks and I’ll close them up, okay?”

“Sure thing, you’re the boss.”

Jeff got into position, sticking his feet through the holes in the stocks. This was the weirdest thing he’d ever done, but it was also the most money he’d ever had in his pocket at once.

Just as he said, the man closed the stocks and very quickly locked them with a padlock.

“Um, is that necessary? Do you really need to lock them?”

The man didn’t answer. Instead, he walked to the basement door, shut it, and locked it, too.

“Um, guy? Dude? Sorry, I didn’t get your name. What are you doing?”

“You can call me Rob.”

“Okay, well, Rob,” Jeff was starting to feel a little panicked, “Why are you locking everything?”

“Well I don’t want you to get out, and I don’t want anyone to disturb us. But considering the walls are soundproof, I don’t think anyone will hear you.”

“H-hear me?”

Rob walked up to Jeff and put a firm hand on his shoulder.

“I need you to lay down.”

“Um, wh-why do you need that?”

“I’m going to shackle your wrists to the table. I can’t if you’re sitting up. So lay down.”

“You know, I think I’d like to go now… you can have the extra money back, this is just getting a little weird for me.”

“If you don’t lay down, I’ll force you down myself. Understand?”

Everything Ken told him about missing guys was flashing back in Jeff’s mind, and he started to panic. He trashed, trying to pull his feet out of the stocks, but there was no give. He tried to haul himself off the table, but he was very firmly stuck.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP!”

“Like I said, no one will hear you. If you aren’t going to be a good boy and lay down, then I guess I just have to help you.”

Rob grabbed Jeff by the shoulders and violently shoved him down on the padded table. Not expecting it, Jeff had the wind knocked out of him and gasped for breath. Rob didn’t waste a moment, and as a disoriented Jeff struggled to breathe, Rob managed to get one of Jeff’s struggling arms pinned down and shackled his wrist to the top corner of the table.

By now Jeff knew it was over. His ankles were stuck, one wrist was shackled, and Rob was very quickly overpowering Jeff’s other arm. Jeff felt fear and anger in equal measure as he fought back the best he could. However, his best wouldn't be good enough; after a few more moments of struggle Rob had Jeff’s other wrist also shacked to the table.

“Look, Rob, or whatever your name is, let me go! I’ll give you all the money! I won’t tell a soul! Just please let me go!”

“Why would I need you to give me the money back when I can just take it?”

Flinching away from Rob’s grabbing hands, Jeff did whatever he could to stop the man from reaching into his pocket and pulling the cash he’d just given him out. Sadly, no luck, and before long Rob was tucking all the bills back into his own wallet.

“Just hold tight a minute kid and we can get to it,” Rob said as he walked away from Jeff and started turning on the cameras that were around the room, pointing them all at the bound boy.

“G-get to what? Please, l-let me go!”

Rob ignored him and continued what he was doing. After setting up the final camera, Rob returned to Jeff’s bound body. He put a hand on Jeff’s chest and started rubbing gently in small circles. The last thing Jeff wanted was to be touched by this man, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Figuring that playing along was probably safer than fighting and struggling, Jeff did his best to look as pathetic as possible and gaze up at Rob with wide, wet eyes.

“Did… did you… I mean… are you the reason there are guys missing?”

Rob’s face remained neutral, but he gave a little nod.

“That would be my work, yes. But I have to stay in business, I’m sure you understand.”

“But… you’re in the foot picture business, right? Why do this?”

A small smile finally broke out on Rob’s face.

“The amount I pay for pictures is nothing compared to the final price when a buyer finally gets the goods.”

Jeff was pretty sure he knew the answer to his next question, and he hated to ask, but he had to.

“I… um… what are the goods?”

Rob gave Jeff’s cheek a playful pat.

“Why, that’s you, of course. I ship boys all over the world. Some are purchased domestically, some to the States, some to Europe and Asia. I had a huge sale just a few months ago where I shipped a boy off to Dubai. Based on the interest your pictures got from my usual buyers, I think we’re going to do some pretty good business together. Well, me more than you, anyways.”

So that’s what he was doing with those foot pictures. Jeff shuddered on the table, wondering just how many of these ‘buyers’ had been looking at pictures of his feet the past few weeks.

“Anyways, let’s get started, huh? Don’t want to keep everyone waiting.”

“W-waiting?”

Rob’s hands came back down to Jeff’s defenceless body. He pulled the edge of Jeff’s tee shirt up slightly, exposing his tummy, and unbuttoned and grabbed the waist of his jeans and started tugging them down slightly.

“Hmm, no pubic hair. I guess you shave. The buyers will love that.”

“Hey! HEY! H-hands off!”

Rob chuckled.

“Don’t worry, that’s as low as we’re going. Your modesty will remain intact. But that’s not what people are watching right now for.”

“What do you mean watching right now?”

Rob didn’t answer. Instead he brought his finger down to the exposed patch of skin and started running his finger tips back and forth across it. Jeff’s entire body went rigid and the exposed skin pebbled.

“I said HANDS OFF! FUCK! Leave me alone!”

Though he tried to sound hard, angry, and threatening, Jeff actually had a small smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth. This didn’t go unnoticed by Rob, who increased the pressure and speed of his fingers on Jeff’s skin. Despite the fear coursing through his body, Jeff let out a giggle.

“Hmm, there it is. Seems we have a ticklish one here, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s just see how much.”

“Hey! W-wait a fucking - HAA HAA!! Fuck! HA-A-ANDS OFF!”

Rob attacked the area with all ten squirming fingers. Nails scratched the soft and smooth skin in sharp, quick motions.

“HAA HAA! FUUUCK! H-HAAAANS HAA HAA AAAAAGH OOOOOOFF!”

“I’m not even pressing that hard, ladies and gentlemen and we’re already getting a pretty strong reaction. I don’t think we’ve had a boy this ticklish since Henry a little while ago. From what I understand, he still gets tickled to hysterics daily. This one here could all be yours.”

The embarrassment was almost deadly. Here he was, stuck in a basement, tied down by an obviously crazy person, getting tickled while who knew who was watching. Jeff rolled back and forth, trying desperately to get his hips away from Rob’s fingers.

Rob continued tickling the spot for a few moments until he started to see a little dampness appear at the corners of Jeff’s eyes. He didn’t want to wear the boy out already.

“Obviously the boy is ticklish, but why don’t we check out the rest of his upper body.”

While Jeff was trying to regain his breath after being tickled, Rob walked over to a work bench and returned with a pair of scissors. Without a word, he started cutting up the middle of Jeff’s shirt, exposing the smooth, pale skin.

“My shirt! Fuck off! Let me go!”

“You don’t get it, kid. Where you’re going, you’re probably not going to be wearing a shirt anymore.”

With a few more snips, the shirt was removed and its pieces discarded to the floor. Jeff broke out in goosebumps all over his exposed torso as the cool air of the basement made contact.

Jeff opened his mouth to say something, but instead of pleading, begging, or hurling curses, he barked out a laugh as Rob’s fingers dug into his sides.

“HAAAAAHAHAHA! ST-O-O-OP! FUUUUCK!”

“Here we go, ladies and gentlemen. Still ticklish.”

Fingers roamed up and down Jeff’s sides. Rob grabbed and squeezed Jeff’s hips, before trailing up his sides and wiggling between each rib. This entire situation was completely overwhelming for Jeff. He felt fear and terror over what sounded like him being shown off as something to be bought and sold, and he felt the sheer crushing embarrassment of being reduced to laughter. He struggled and fought in his restraints, but that was more due to trying to escape the tickling fingers than just escape. Period.

Rob was obviously skilled at what he was doing. Right when one spot seemed to either become too sensitive, or not sensitive enough, he would move onto a new spot. And there were plenty of spots to pick from. Jeff had a spot on his hips that made him buck with abandon, a section of his tummy that made him tremble, and scratching his lower ribs made him howl. This time Rob kept tickling as tears started to roll from Jeff’s eyes.

“PL-EEEEZE STAAWP HAA HAA HAAAAHA FUCK ST-O-O-OOOOP! LEEMMEE GOOOOO!!”

With his upper body flush and blushing, he was now starting to sweat. The light in the basement, all pointed at Jeff, was making him glisten.

“Just one major spot left to check, ladies and gentlemen.”

Rob moved up so he was standing by Jeff’s head. He gave the boy a quick wink, and dug his hands into Jeff’s smooth armpits.

“These are shaved too so I can’t tell how much hair he would have naturally, but I think you’ll all agree he looks very good without it.”

“SHHHUT UP HAAA HAAAAAHAHAHAHA L-LET MEEE GOOOO HA HAAAALP!”

Jeff thrashed back and forth, trying desperately to wiggle free from the restraints keeping his wrists so high up away from his body. That’s when something terrible happened. Rob’s fingers were trailing up and down Jeff’s taunt pits when he strayed a little further north, fingers dancing over the inner arm close to his body. Jeff, who had been laughing and pleading was reduced to pure screaming hysterics.

“Hmmm, what do we have here?”

Focusing solely on the inner arm was giving Rob amazing results. Unable to form coherent words, Jeff instead just laughed uncontrollably as tears were freely flowing from Jeff’s tightly shut eyes. Jeff knew he was ticklish, he’d had a few girls in bed playfully tease him during foreplay, but no one had ever tickled him here. It was incredibly intense and Jeff couldn’t understand how he could handle even another minute of this treatment.

But he did handle it. Rob kept attacking Jeff’s inner arms for another 5 minutes. By the time he finally stopped, Jeff was starting to feel light headed. With his torment over (though for who knew how long) Jeff simply collapsed on the table, went limp, and took in as many deep heaving breaths as he could. He was ashamed to admit it, but at that moment he was more concerned that the sensation was over than he was the fact that he’d been kidnapped. That was the single worst experience of Jeff’s entire life.

“You take a breather kid, I have some cameras to move around.”

Jeff didn’t care what Rob said, and didn’t care what he was doing. He shivered slightly as the sweat was cooling on his skin. He was sure there was more torture to come, so he tried to ‘enjoy’ this one brief quiet moment.

While Jeff lay there and focused on calming himself, Rob went to work repositioning cameras. While they had all been pointed all over his body, they were now all locked onto his feet. Though he wasn’t looking, just by the sounds he was hearing Jeff suspected his feet were becoming a focus. Without thinking, he curled and uncurled his toes.

“So you have to be one of the most ticklish guys I’ve caught, kid. Your upper body, anyways. If these feet of yours are half as sensitive, we’re going to be very popular.”

“Please… just… let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this…”

Rob didn’t answer. Instead he brought his index fingers up to Jeff’s long, slender soles and started gently scratching the centres. The effect on Jeff was instantaneous. A drunk peal of laughter escaped his lips as he tried to pull his feet back from Rob’s fingers. He arched his back slightly as the tickling sensation returned to his body, but not nearly to the same point which almost broke him minutes before.

“Leheheheave my feheheheet alo-o-o-ne!”

“So good so far, then. Let’s push you a little further.”

A single finger on each sole was replaced with five. Hands moved up and down Jeff’s feet, stroking and teasing and touching as they went. As Jeff hardly ever took his socks off, even in his home, his feet were incredibly soft and sensitive. Kicking as best as he could with his ankles in stocks, he tried to get his feet away from those hands.

Jeff continued to squirm, laugh, and beg as Rob narrated where he was tickling to the cameras. He commented on how sensitive Jeff’s heels were compared to most people, how he flexed his soles when his arch was delicately tickled, and how the most sensitive spot on the whole foot was the gap between his first toe toes. Had Jeff been paying attention he would have been horrified to hear himself described like a piece of meat, but he could barely hear anything over the sound of his own laughter.

The tickling continued until Jeff’s laughter started to weaken and soften. When the bound and tickled boy was starting to be able to speak a complete sentence, Rob knew it was time to change tactics. He stopped the tickling, and once again, Jeff’s entire sweaty body went limp in his restraints.

“Excellent demonstration so far kid. You’re doing great. We just have a little bit left to do before we open up bidding.”

“B-bidding?”

Jeff couldn’t see from his position on the table, but Rob had a small basket of items on the floor beside him. He started humming and hawing, poking through the contents of the basket, before finally settling on a few items.

A cool and wet sensation dribbling on his toes made Jeff look up at Rob in surprise. Rob was drizzling baby oil all over Jeff’s feet, letting the oil simply drip and run down. Once they were wet enough, Rob went to work rubbing the slick liquid into his soft and already tormented soles.

“Oh shit… oh no… please…”

Jeff could already tell this was going to be bad. Just the act of rubbing the oil on his skin was causing him to giggle. It tickled plenty already, and Rob wasn’t even trying to tickle him right now. Jeff let out a whimper when he thought of how bad this was going to be.

“Let’s see how our new friend here reacts to some baby oil and a hairbrush.”

With his fists tightly balled, Jeff prepared himself for what was coming. Rob struck without mercy and started raking the hairbrush up viciously up and down Jeff’s left foot. Each little bristle that made contact with his foot felt like small little lightening bolts shooting up his skin.

“AAAAAH PLEASE ST-O-OP HAA HAA HAAAAAHAHAHA FUUU-UUU-UUUCK”

“Oh yes, this is good. This is really good.”

The brush scrubbed every inch of Jeff’s foot, finding all the worst spots. Rob found that if he focused right on the ball of the foot, in small round circles, Jeff simply blubbered and tried to beg for mercy. Wanting to see if it was the same on the other foot, Rob hopped the brush over and attacked. Not expecting the sudden change, Jeff leapt in his bonds and screamed with laughter. Rob, hearing literal dollar signs in each laugh, broke a wide small and laughed along too.

This time Rob wanted to push it… he wanted to see just how long Jeff could last without a break. He added a second hairbrush, one in each hand, scrubbing both feet at once. He always went back to the balls of the feet, but to keep that spot from becoming too over stimulated, he roamed around the entire foot. The brushes spent a lot of time dragging up and down Jeff’s arches, making the poor boy howl.

Rob kept peeping down at his watch, keeping track of the time. He tickled Jeff for 5 minutes. Then 10 minutes. Then 15 minutes. When they finally made it to 20 minutes he decided to give Jeff a small break. Hell collapsed on the table and simply lay there, not having the energy left to fight, beg, or plead for his release. He hadn’t given up, not completely, but his body was so tired and sore that he couldn’t think straight.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen, one last demonstration before we open bidding.”

“No… please… stop… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore… please…”

Without a word, Rob pulled out the baby oil and worked in a fresh new coat. Jeff lay perfectly still, not even wiggling his toes as they were covered in slick oil.

“Now this is a new addition to my toys. You can get one at just about any pet shop. Let’s see how our boy handles this.”

“wait … ”

Jeff managed to raise his head high enough to see Rob slip a grey groomer glove, covered in little silicone spikes, onto his hand. Their eyes met, and Rob gave Jeff a little wave with the gloved hand and a wink.

With the gloved hand, Rob started running his fingers all over Jeff’s soles. He’d start on the left, swirling his hand around the foot top to bottom before moving to the right and flossing his fingers between each squirming toe. This was the worst sensation so far. Worse than the inner arm, worse than the ribs, and worse than the balls of the feet. Where the brushes felt electric, this glove felt hot. It felt like it was leaving a ticklish flame behind with every swipe, fire licking his poor tortured soles. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it didn’t just tickle either. It was this maddening new sensation that Jeff had never felt before.

“PL-EEEEEASE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE STAAAAAAWP! HAA HAA HAAAAAA FUUUUCK NOOOO!!!”

Rob’s gloved fingers scoured every bit of Jeff’s helpless feet. Not only did he brush the soles, he worked his hand over the pale tops of Jeff’s feet, his ankles, even up his leg. Where he had been frenetic with the brushes, Rob was taking a slow leisurely approach with the glove. In any other context his movements and touches would have been considered intimate, but right now, each movement was about eliciting the most amount of laughter from his victim.

“There, that ought to do it,” Rob said, pulling his gloved hand back.

“Thank… thank you… oh god…”

Rob stood up and patted Jeff’s sweaty chest.

“You did good kid. You’re going to make me a lot of money.”

“No… please…”

“I’m going to keep the cameras running so our potential buyers can see you laying there looking like a hot mess while I go upstairs and start collecting their bids. You be good now. When I come back down I’ll be happy to tell you where your new home is going to be. See you soon!”

“Wait… I have.. I have a question…”

Rob paused in the doorway and turned around, looking curious.

“Go on.”

“What… what would you have done if I hadn’t let you l-lock me in these stocks?”

“Oh kid, it doesn’t matter. You were never leaving this basement. You just didn’t know it.”

Rob closed the door and left Jeff, sweaty and shackled, to contemplate his fate.

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