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Foot Friends Part 3

Art by KingofFeathers

Ryan can’t say he is totally surprised when Bryce storms up to him on the way out of school. The ‘king’ of the school is wearing his baseball uniform and Ryan does take a moment to appreciate how hot he looks before the angry teen is upon him.

“What the fuck have you been doing to my boys.”

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.

As he starts his drive, he’s struck by the idea that Justin’s feet would look pretty cute in a pair of slippers, moccasins like his… and he could peel the off the younger boy's feet whenever. He needs to get home so he can start putting things into motion.

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13 Reasons to Tickle Part 5

Clay’s phone vibrates as he’s getting off his bike at school. He slips it out of his pocket on his way in, glances to see a text from Justin and opens it.

Ur so fucked

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.”

Taking a breath, he shakes himself and says, “This might be the best present ever. Three naughty jock boys all in need of a good punishment! After all we do know what teases get; they get tickles!”

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13 Reasons to Tickle

“And you like my feet?”

Clay looks away, unable to meet Jeff’s eyes now that the other boy has heard him admit that out loud, he’s terrified that the one jock in the school who isn’t total scum is now going to think he’s a weirdo or hate him. Instead he starts when two big, sneakered feet are dumped in his lap.

    Of course now he does look up at the other boy who shrugs and says, “Listen Clay, you’ve been a great friend to me, one of the best if not the best I’ve ever had, so if you happen to be into something a little different, well listen we’re not having sex and that’s not what your asking so as long as you don’t tell Leah I’m cool to let you experiment or whatever.” His voice turns thoughtful as he finishes, “Guess I’ll have to start trying to find you a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend though.”

    He blushes furiously at the comment but the other boy leans over from his side of the couch to ruffle his hair affectionately. “I’m serious Clay, play or-or whatever you want to with them.”

    He looks the other boy in the eyes again but he just sees Jeff’s usual expression, no hint of apprehension at all, maybe a little embarrassment but Clay imagines he looks the same in that department and that makes him confident enough to take the invitation. He can’t bring himself to talk about it though; that would be a level of awkward he can’t deal with right now and instead busies himself untying the sneakers and sliding them off. Underneath are muscular feet covered in dark gray socks with blue tips. It’s absurd how good he thinks they look. His hands start feeling all over the feet, massaging almost, but with a certain reverence, he never thought he’d ever be able to touch them and he’s sort of expecting them to disappear. Instead the powerful feet flex inside the cotton confines and it only makes it better, knowing he’s causing the objects of his affection to move.

    “Is-is this okay?” He hates that his voice cracks and of course he’s waiting for Jeff to change his mind, keeps assuming the other boy will but he hasn’t done it yet...actually he hasn’t given any indication how he felt yet, verbally at least, the feet had obviously stayed on his lap, and he’s shocked to realize they’ve been doing this for ten minutes so he figures he should ask.

    “Yeah?” Jeff sounds uncertain but then continues, “I don’t dislike it but I guess I don’t really get it, Leah won’t get anywhere near my feet, she thinks they’re gross so I guess I have too and I’m still...confused?”

    Clay can sympathies cause he is too, he can’t figure out why Jeff would be letting him do all this except that Jeff is probably the best guy in the school. He also can’t understand why Leah would be so disgusted by an amazing pair of feet like Jeff’s.

    “She doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

    The toes curl in response as if they’re embarrassed by the compliment and the conversation and action make Clay decide to step it up. Shifting to rest his back against the armrest, he now mirrors Jeff who is doing the same on the other end, he picks up one of the socked feet and bringing it to his nose, inhales deeply.

    Bliss.

    He looks up to make sure Jeff is still okay with this but the older boy only looks a little awkward, his face is a slight pink under his natural tan, and that encourages him to continue. They smell good which helps; a little salty, a little sweet maybe, and totally Jeff. He grabs the other foot and shoves his nose under the toes, savoring the scent. They wiggle a little and he grins, chasing each toe down and giving it a kiss. He then does the same on the other foot.

    Then he strips the socks off, watching Jeff the whole time but no complaints so he takes it as a go-ahead to finish stripping the socks off.

    Beauty.

    It’s as simple as that, the feet are every bit as amazing as he dreamt they would be. A stunning tan color on the top, pale and slightly pink and so incredibly soft on the bottom. The smell is stronger now too and he can’t help but bury his nose in them again and breath in the scent, feel the toes flex away from his nose and then pinch it a little when he pushes too far between them. Then he feels them tense.

    “Clay?” He looks up and Jeff looks completely uncomfortable. He feels the blood rush to his face and neck and he rushes to apologize.

    “I’msosorryJeffIwasjustsocaughtupinitanddidn’trealizeyouwereuncomfortableandI-”

    “No, it’s not that, I mean it’s still all new to me but it’s just that...” He trails off, and Clay can hear the uncertainty in his voice.

    “What’s wrong then?” If Jeff isn’t too uncomfortable to make him stop then why does he seem so nervous? Clay’s still holding the feet, cupping the sides while his palms rest on the soles and fingers stretch across the tops, and he can feel the tension in them, the muscles bulge under his hands while the toes remain fully clenched.

    “It a-, well it tickles.” It’s Jeff’s turn to look away embarrassed.

    Oh, well...he hadn’t considered such strong feet could be ticklish, like they seemed so...manly? Like they should be immune to tickling but that clearly wasn’t the case.

    “I can put your socks back on?” He mentally slaps himself for offering to do it himself because as much as he would love that privilege, Jeff might find it too weird.

    “No-no I kind of like it?”

    “Oh.” The more he thinks about it though the more he likes it too. Big strong Jeff with a huge feet (in sneakers and, on the chance he gets to see them off, socks that never fail to please), ace of the baseball team (and the only reason he goes to the games), fast track to be prom king in a year (with Leah as his queen), and all around loveable...has ticklish feet. Somehow it makes him seem a little less stereotypical, and it fits.

    “Do you think you can keep-” His voice breaks off mid request but Clay thinks he might know what his friend is trying to ask.

    “Keep tickling you?”

Jeff looks sort of stunned for a moment at hearing the request verbalized but then says startlingly firmly, “Only if you don’t mind.”

And that’s sort of it, the awkwardness is gone from his face, and his feet untense, toes uncurling to return to their normal position.

“I’d love to.”

He means it too, he didn’t start out to tickle Jeff’s feet, rather he started out to touch them, smell them, make them feel amazing but this, well, never in his wildest dreams did Jeff truly enjoy any of it, it was too good to be true. He wanted the boy too, wanted this to be pleasurable for both of them, but he never imagined any of it would be for Jeff. His best hope had always been Jeff didn’t hate it enough that he never let Clay play his feet again.

But he liked getting tickled! Sure it wasn’t some on Clay’s radar but it does everything he wants to do anyway so yeah, he would love to tickle Jeff!

He holds one giant feet and drags his dull nails down from the top of the sole to the bottom. Jeff laughs, a happy, free sound that Clay loves and plans to make as much of as possible. He rakes his dull nails up and down the soft soles and sure he’d rather be more intimate with them but at least he’s touching them and that’s the important part. They’re so soft and doughy and the shape of them feel so right in his hands. His nails change the color as they drag down very briefly to make them more pale.

Jeff is laughing and kicking like a madman while begging Clay not to stop...at least they’re on the same page. He wishes he’d watched more of the tickling videos that came up while he was looking for porn because he has a feeling he could really make Jeff howl if he knew more than what his parents did to him when he was a kid.

He can think of something though, something he hopes will really take Jeff over the edge and debates whether or not to do it first and then if he should ask Jeff if he was okay with it cause it’s a little weird but decides against asking. He figures the surprise will make it more intense and it is weird but so is one teenage boy asking another to tickle his feet so they’re even right? Besides he’s wanted to do this forever.

He continues lazily toys with the other, touching it enough to make it squirm away and leaving it alone for a moment until Jeff relaxes it and then repeating. While doing this, he brings the other up closer to him and then pokes his tongue out of his mouth and touches it to the center sole.

Salty, very salty, and very tasty.

“CALAHahAY!?”

Naturally he pays no attention to the alarmed, confused tone in Jeff’s voice as he drags his tongue up the one foot. It tastes amazing and it’s so satisfying how the foot squirms under his tongue, probably accidentally making more of it touch the tongue in the panic trying to get away.

“PLEhEHhASE!”

Yep totally accidental.

“Sorry Jeff it just tastes so good, who’d have thought the big man in the halls would be just a ticklish boy though?”

    He doesn’t let his friend reply to the teasing though, well he can try he’ll just have to do it while Clay is lapping his foot again.

    “StHAhAhAhAP!”

    He’s about to when the wonderful tasting toy he’s playing with kicks him square in the face and knocks him back.

    “Clay? Clay!”

    His head’s spinning but he sees Jeff’s face loom over him, he blinks a couple times and shakes his head to clear it.

    “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to kick you in the face I just…”

    “Couldn’t stand it?” He’s holding his nose which is bleeding a bit and causing the nasally sounding voice that must be his but he’s also grinning like a mad man.

    “Yeah I uh, I guess the next time you’ll have to tie me down or something.” He pushes Clay’s hands out of his face so inspects the nose, then wanders over to the refrigerator and comes back with an ice pack.

    “Tie you up?” His eyes brows are in his hairline and he can’t help but admit he’s surprised. Pleased, but surprised.

    Jeff looks over at him and there’s a faint blush on his cheeks but he’s all smiles with a bit of awkwardness and all the confidence that Clay usually associates with him. “Well yeah I mean, if you want to.”

    Like he’s going to turn down a chance to get at those feet again, still. “Getting kinky though, you want me to tie you up?”

    “Haha, you’re the one who licked my feet!” He holds up his foot which is shiny from the saliva and wiggles his toes as if to demonstrate.

    “Better put that foot away unless you want more.” His voice is finally returning to normal but he isn’t sure he actually wants to get kicked in the face.

    “What are you going to do, suck my toes?”

    “Don’t tempt me!” He might risk it though, Jeff’s the one always telling him he has to take risks to get what he wants after all!

    The foot goes down and Jeff laughs, “Fair, you actually would but I don’t want to break your nose, let’s think about how we can fix this and then get back together again soon for this!”

    “Deal, I need to get going soon anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow for lit tutoring?”

    “Yep and maybe I’ll even start wear my slides, if you’re a good boy and help me get a good grade on my history essay!” A teasing smirk plays on his lips and Clay matches it back when he replies.

    “I doubt we’d get anything done if you did, you’d be on the floor laughing too much!”

    “We might have to test this Jensen”

    They’re at the door now and as Jeff’s closing it behind him he decides to get the last words, “I wouldn’t mind but do you want everyone knowing the great Jeff Atkins can’t handle his feet getting touched!”

    He hears laughter as the door closes and considers it a win as he gets on his bike and heads home.

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13 Reasons to Tickle part 4

 

    When Clay answers the door after school there were a lot of things that wouldn’t have surprised him to see, someone delivering paperwork for his mom, a package, even Tony or Jeff dropping by for a visit. Of all of the possibilities, a very high Justin was not one he considered and the other boy pushes past him into the house and flops down on his couch.

    “What the fuck are you doing here?”

    “I need you to tickle the shit out of me.” He sounds tired, exhausted even.

    That doesn’t make him any more sympathetic, “What!”

    “You heard me. I need to laugh till I like, pass out.”

    Tempting but fuck this guy for coming in and thinking he can just demand whatever he wants. “Why the hell should I?”

    Justin toes of his sneakers right there and his socks are almost more hole than material. “Listen Jensen, I know you hate me and you know how ticklish I am, you totally like wrecked me last time, so think of it as revenge or whatever you need to just make me laugh.”

    He does hate Justin and that had been a lot of fun...plus those socks were doing a fantastic job of reminding him that Justin has pretty nice feet, the rosy color to them, surprisingly soft, and very, very ticklish.

    Right now they also stink...or maybe Justin in general stinks.

    “I’m not doing anything until you take a bath or something, you reek.”

    He can’t deny that he's a little pleased by Justin turning a little red, serves him right.

    It isn’t hard to corral him into the bathroom and hand him a towel. He leaves and sits for a minute lost in thought until he hears the water turn on and that spurs him to action. If Justin is literally asking for it, he needs to deliver! It doesn’t take him too long to get some things together, usually the only tool he needs are his hands...maybe his tongue too. Today though he’s pulling all the stops, Justin is going to get exactly what he wants.

    By the time the bathroom door opens a few minutes later, Clay has everything he needs all safely tucked under his bed and out of sight, surprise is the name of the game. 

    He calls out to Justin to come in and when he does Clay takes stock of him. He’s changed, the socks he’s wearing now don’t have holes in them, or maybe just not as many, while he’s still wearing pants and a long-sleeved shirt but definitely new ones. He’s happy to find he can’t smell him either. 

    He directs Justin to lay on the bed and sets about strapping him in. Tony helped him get enough velcro and rope for straps which he’s excited to try out and sets Justin up in a Y with his arms to the corners and feet together to the center of the footboard. He’s never understood why people tie in an X, he wants the feet right next to each other so he can demolish both at the same time!

    He plans to do the same today but he has a few other tricks first and one of them is letting Justin stew in the bondage for a while. He’s surprised the other boy agreed to it so readily but he doesn’t stop to wonder about it and instead waits until the other boy speak.

    “Are you like, going to do anything? Or just keep looking at me like a piece of meat or something?”

    With that Clay chuckles and moves on to his first surprise by sitting across his waist and looking him in the eye. “How ticklish are you Justin?”

    He watches cheeks redden a bit as he gets his reply, “You already know.”

    Clay reaches back and pats a socked foot. He does it tenderly but he can’t tell if it’s to tease Justin or because he doesn’t want to damage the goods but either way he feels it flinch under his hand. “I know how ticklish these are, I want to know how ticklish the rest of you is.”

    Justin opens his mouth, then closes it, and then smirks, offering, “Why don’t you find out.”

    “Are you challenging me, little boy?”

    The smirk remains and Justin doesn’t reply other than that. He’ll take it as a yes then, good he likes a challenge.

    He reaches down and touches Justin’s belly with a lone finger, lightly and traces circles on it. The smirk starts quivering slightly at the corners of Justin’s mouth. Pleased, he steps it up, adding his other hand’s index finger two make for two. He watches as Justin’s resolve slips and wonders if it can even be called ‘resolve’ since Justin asked for this. He slowly adds another finger and then another until all ten are lazily moving around on the skin.

    “Does it tickle?”

    Justin shakes his head but obviously it does and they both know it.

    “So you won’t mind if I step it up a bit?”

    “NohOpe.”

    Clay smirks and stops for a moment, just long enough for Justin to be confused and when he opens his mouth to comment, Clay returns all ten tickling much harder and faster across the belly and moving onto the sides and farther up the chest. Justin bursts out laughing, not the deep, intense ones from when he got gang tickled in Jeff’s basement but laughter all the same. Clay keeps it up, enjoying the flat, muscular surface beneath his fingers and feeling the muscles contract all the way in as Justin sucks his belly in away from the tickling. He lets it work long enough to focus on the sides, counting Justin’s ribs out loud and then returns to the stomach, and then to the chest, and back to the sides. 

    He keeps it up for three minutes but he doesn’t want to exhaust the moron too quickly so he gives him a break after that. They don’t speak, Justin because he’s too busy sucking air in and Clay because there isn’t much to say.

    Once he’s sufficiently recovered, Clay attacks his armpits without any warning, teasing the rarely touched skin and despite the shirt as protection, Justin goes wild beneath him, bucking and laughing like a mad man.

    “Koochi-koo Justin. Does that tickle?”

    “FUhAHAHkYOhoU!”

    He can’t help but add in a bit of teasing, and from the response he feels justified in doing so.

    “That’s mean, you asked me to do this!”

    “AhAhAhASS!”

    “Well if that’s how you feel.”

    He steps it up, or rather down, moving from the hollows to the taut skin between the armpit’s hollow and Justin’s sides which somehow seems to drive him even more wild. 

    Clay pushes it a little farther before letting Justin take a few mouthfuls of water. The other boy manages to catch his breath and after the water seems totally refreshed but Clay gives him a little longer if only to tease him a little more.

    “So how am I doing? I mean your so ticklish I could blow and you’d giggle.”

    Justin rolls his eyes. “Yea, yea whatever Clay. Obviously you aren’t as great as you think cause I’m still conscience.”

    Clay raises an eyebrow and says, “Is that a challenge?”

    A smirk comes across Justin’s face as he says, “Well if I’m really that ticklish it isn’t.”

    “I’m going to make you eat those words.”

    “Yeah sure, do your worHEhAsT!” 

    Clay cuts him off by going after his sides this time, squeezing them light and fast from the top of his waist to the bottom of his ribs. It apparently proves devastating because it isn't long before Justin is squirming and giggling but it seems his old stubborn streak is back cause he refuses to laugh. No matter how hard Clay tries, and he tries pretty damn hard, he can't get a laugh out of Justin which sort of annoys him given that the other boy came to him. 

    Still, the challenge is sort of exciting so he amps it up again working on his belly again. By now the shirt has ridden up and exposed his smooth belly and belly button. That gives Clay an idea and he takes a deep breath and leans down, blowing a loud, wet raspberry. That gets closer to a laugh and Clay repeats again and then a third time.

    Unfortunately each gets less and less effective each time and when he pauses he's greeted by a smirking Justin again. 

    "You're breathing heavier than I am."

    "Shut up." He can't help but feel a little frustrated at the other boy for being so smug about this and at himself for not being able to get a laugh out of him despite him coming here and asking to be tickled silly.

    "You know you can just tickle my feet already." 

    Justin's abrupt comment jerks him from his thoughts and he looks the other boy in the face.

    "You're serious?"

    "Duh, it's what you want to do right?"

    "Are you high?" He can't fathom why else Justin would literally ask for this.

    "Also duh. I said I want to laugh till I pass out or like, get close. You obviously can't manage just using my upper body so you might as well move on to the main event or whatever."

    Clay bites back that he could totally manage to crack Justin without resorting to picking an easier target, or targets in this case but...well he does admit it'll be more fun to get his hands on Justin's feet. The internal debate doesn't last too long as he gets off Justin's waist and pulls his computer chair up to the foot of the bed.

    "So you're really asking me to tickle your feet?"

    Justin gives a little shrug and wiggles his toes instead of giving a verbal reply and Clay rolls his eyes. Well if the invitation is there, he might as well take it. Reaching out he runs his fingers along the tops of the socked feet, and then down the soles. They twitch a bit but Clay isn't really trying to tickle and the socks are sort of thick and shelter the feet from most of his touch. In fact, Clay's surprised that he can feel it at all through them but it only makes him more sure he can do what both of them want. The thought excites him as he reviews the pair of toys he managed to snag in preparation for this.

    "Umm I don't like that look in your eyes."

    "Too bad, you shouldn't have teased me!"

    He doesn't let Justin prepare himself and instead digs into the soles in front of him with fingernails, raking up and down and drinking in the laughter bubbling out of the other teen. It's gratifying he thinks but he can't help but add insult to injury and comments, "Guess you should have been a little smarter about taunting huh? And not dangled these ticklish thing in front of me when you obviously can't handle it."

    "AhAHAhASS!" 

    "Has anyone ever told you you get mouthy when you're being tickled?" He smirks as he switches from random scratching to more concentrated pokes at the center of Justin's arches which he knows are pretty sensitive. "You're lucky I don't mind, someone less kind than me might take offense to being called an ass."

    "FuHAhACKyohOhU!"

    "You just keep getting ruder and ruder. Someone ought to teach you some manner." He continues, getting between the toes a little but mostly saving them for the surprise he has in his bag. He also more generally rubs them and lets Justin relax a little before tickling madly for a few seconds, then rubbing, then more tickling.

    Naturally Justin doesn't appreciate it and the cursing gets louder.

    “You’re getting ruder. Maybe I should do something to help you be a little nicer.”

    He strips the socks off and is about to make another comment when his nose is assaulted by the smell of citrus and coconut oil, thick and heavy. He glances at Justin’s feet and finds them glossy, then looks over the feet at the teen whose cheeks are pinker than usual and he won’t meet Clay’s eyes.

    “Did you use my mom’s lotion?” 

    “Umm no?”

    “Dude how much did you use?”

    Justin doesn’t even bother to reply and Clay takes an experimental poke at them. Justin tries to tug his foot away on reflex but can’t and a look of vague horror comes over his face as his situation fully dawns on him.

    Clay can’t help but smirk at the mild panic. “Guess you should have thought this one out a little more huh?”

    “Go easy on me?”

    “Nope!” He practically sings the word. “You made a dumb decision and now you’re going to pay for it.” He doesn’t wait for a reply and lets his fingers roam the soft expanses. Justin’s feet are every bit as nice as he remembers them and now, fully clean. The lotion keeps them slick so his dull nails glide across them. “Guess you really wanted this though, and to think I had a bottle of baby oil I don’t even need now!”

    Justin howls with laughter and alternates between begging him to stop and threatening him if he continues. Clay of course keeps it up until he decides Justin needs a break and gets the first of his toys while he waits. While he lets Justin breath he teasingly tweaks his big toes and asks, “Seriously how do you walk on these things much less play a sport on them?”

    “Shut the fuck up Jensen, I can’t help it.”

    He laughs and then reaches under the bed and feels around until he finds what he wants. Pulling himself back up he smirks and Justin who’s watching him with big eyes.

    “What did you grab?”

    Clay holds up a bag of pipe cleaners. He read somewhere that they were a fun tickle toy and he planned to use them of Jeff originally but that was before he got such a willing volunteer.

    Color drains from his face as he asks, “What’re you planning to do with those?”

    Clay thinks the grin that comes to his face is probably pretty manic but he can’t help it as he slips the first pipe cleaner between Justin’s big toe and it’s neighbor. The reaction is immediate, his toes clench together and laughter bubbles out. He manages to floss between them despite the clenching and says, “If you want to keep it there that bad you can just ask.”

    “FuAAHAhaCK!”

    “Guess I should continue right? Since you’re enjoying it so much I mean.” 

    “NoHOhAhohAH!”

    “Well if you insist.” He grabs another and uses it on the other foot. “Must be murder, I can’t imagine feeling a couple hundred fuzzy fibers between my toes!”

    “CUhAHhAiTOuHoHHAt!”

    “OOhhh here’s an idea, I think from now on your basketball games should be played barefoot, with the floor covered in feathers! Imagine all you big tough jock boys playing that game. I’d even pay for a ticket!”

    “AhAHAsS!”

    He weaves the pipe cleans between the toes and then pulls them out, flosses between them, and generally makes Justin howl with laughter but eventually he pulls them out and offers Justi more water. After the boy swallows nearly half the bottle Clay pulls out the other toy, a sharpie and shows it to Justin. He curls his toes in reply.

    “Come on Clay don’t do that.”

    He upcaps it and brings it to rest against the ball of one of his feet. “Don’t worry I’ll scrub it off later, for a fee.”

    With that he starts doodling, first drawing a feather and then moving to the other foot to writes ticklish jock boy feet

    Justin howls the whole time and Clay can’t help but enjoy it. He continues, drawing a basketball...sort of and a net to go with it, then scribbles tenderfoot for Justin to read later, knowing that he’ll blush furiously when he does.

    He’s so engrossed in his work though he becomes aware that Justin isn’t even laughing anymore. He glances up and panics for a moment, wondering if he somehow killed the other boy but realizes Justin just out, a soft snore confirms that. With a snort he unties him and tosses a blanket over him haphazardly. 

    Two hours later he’s elbow deep in honors algebra when Justin finally wakes up. Well actually the moron might have been awake already because he’s alerted to Justin’s wakefulness by a sudden question startling him out of his focus.

    “What’s a tease?”

    With an annoyed sigh he spins his chair around to see Justin sitting up in bed, blanket pooled around his waist. He looks pretty alert too which is why Clay thinks he’s been up for at least a few minutes but he wasn’t aware Justin could stay quiet for so long.

    “Someone who teases.” It’s a stupid question so it deserves a stupid answer.

    “How was I teasing you?”

    “Huh?”

    “Before you went after my feet you told me I shouldn’t have teased you.”

    Clay blushes but tries to act like he isn’t. Justin’s voice is surprisingly totally innocent and curious, no hint of malice or mocking.

    “It’s what you were doing before.”

    Big puppy eyes meet his and he heaves a sigh.

    “You were doing stuff to draw attention to your feet, teasing me with them.”

    “And I deserved to be tickled for it?”

    “Yea, if you’re going to tease you deserve to be tickled.”

    “Why?”

    He opens his mouth and then closes it again and then opens it again and then says finally, “Because it means you want it to happen.”

    “So if I do this,” He slides his feet out from under the covers and hangs them off the foot of the bed, wiggling them tauntingly in front of him, “I deserve to be tickled for it?”

    “Yes.” He half expects the idiot to keep teasing him and earn himself another tickling but he adopts a thoughtful expression and pulls them back under the blanket.

    Justin stays a while longer sort of spacing out and Clay returns to his homework. Eventually he kicks the other boy out because his parents should be home soon but he can’t say he totally dislikes the other boy as much as he wants to. Justin...might be okay and that’s a sobering thought.

[boytickler35]

13 Reasons to Tickle Part 3

    Justin hops up from his seat in glee, Zach and Jeff look on dumbstruck, and he wonders if he made the right play. Justin rips his other sock off and tickles his foot as he does it too. The dull nails on his newly bared flesh is murder and he almost kicks the bastard in the face...saying it was an accident would only be a partial lie, as he wonders about the wisdom of his decision.

    “Oh, man Jensen you’re fucking done! Seriously how are you so ticklish!”

    “Your feet are the same.”

    He gives Zach a dirty look and sticks his tongue out but Clay can feel the confidence rolling off him and he springs what he hopes is his trap.

    “Wait, Justin.”

    The other boy smirks at him, “Too bad Clay, you lost and now you’re going to pay!”

    He needs this worded right to convince Justin but he thinks he has it as he says, “Give me one more chance.”

    “Nope.” Justin chuckles as he says it and doesn't sound as mean as before, more excited, like a kid on Christmas or something.

    “I can make it worthwhile.”

    All three perk up and Justin frowns, “How?”

    He takes a deep breath and launches into the first part of his plan, “ I reset the timer and we go one last round with all the same rules but we go double or nothing, winner takes all and loser loses all. The winner keeps his prize but the loser takes Jeff’s place and gets gang tickled, for ten minutes instead of five.”

    Justin laughs, “What are you like, looking to make it worse on yourself?”

    Aware all of them are watching to see what he’ll do next, Clay replies,“Are you saying no to a chance for more revenge? Sounds like your scared. Is that it, the great Justin Foley scared of getting his little boy feet tickled?”

    Justin turns bright red and huffs, “You’re going down again Jensen and then your fucking done!”

    That was easy enough. They get back into position and Clay starts the timer feeling butterflies and knowing now he has to win. He goes about ten seconds like he has before, concentrating only on the soft feet under his hands but once that’s up he starts in with what he hopes is his key to winning...either that or he’s screwed and never going to live it down!

    “This must be torture for you Foley. Sitting there, taking all this tickling and knowing despite how tough you are, you’re going to lose and get a huge tickling.”

    “FuHAHAuCKYohOhoHOU!”

    “I guess it just means you’re not nearly as tough as you think you are, as everyone else thinks you are. All that basketball hasn’t toughened up your feet up at all, they’re even still in socks and getting demolished!”

    “IHEhEHAhEhEhAHeKIhEHAhAhahaHAllYoHoHOHO!”

    “Must be embarrassing knowing that no matter how much shit you talk, all someone would have to do is get your sneaker off and you’d be totally helpless. I bet they could get you to beg for just about anything!”

    “AhAhAHAAHASSHoHOHoHAhoLL!”

    “Is that the purpose for the big ass sneakers? Keeping these tender tootsies well protected so no one can tickle you into agreeing to something embarrassing?”

    “JEHEhEHEASeHEN!”

    “Well I’m sure whatever you would agree too isn’t as embarrassing as this, stuck there getting wrecked by me, knowing you’re going to lose, cause you will, I promise you that, and knowing it’s totally your fault for having such boyish feet.”

    Justin’s reply is too incomprehensible to even make out and his feet are squirming everywhere and not escaping at all.

    “After all, these feet are only getting more sensitive as I keep tickling them aren’t they? You can’t hold out much longer either can you?”

    He’d better not cause Clay checks his timer and he’d down to a minute left so he launches a full blitz on the toes scratching under them and between them and even on the tops of them. 

    “We could play this little piggy at this point and you’d be begging me to stop! I didn’t know a set of toes could be so ticklish! Just imagine what’ll happen to them when they’re bare after you lose this and totally at my mercy while you’re also getting tickled by these two? I mean what-”

    “CuHAhAHAhTIhEhEHEHiTOhoHOuT!” 

    Clay does immediately and smirks at the other boy as he stops the timer. The room is silent for a second until Clay speaks, “And the big, tough Justin Foley loses after all. Alright you two, get back here.”

    Jeff seems all too eager as his feet rejoin Justin’s on the table while his hand ruffles the boy’s hair, “Don’t feel too bad, Clay’s gotten pretty good at this.”

    Zach reluctantly joined them and he gets a chance to look at two pairs of bare feet. Jeff’s are as beautiful as always, the tan tops contrast with the pinkish bottoms, long toes that his fingers, nose, and tongue, fit between perfectly and Clay’s long since memorized every wrinkle on them and knows exactly which ones line up with his most ticklish parts.

    Zach’s are different. Color wise his tops are also tan, a different shade from Jeff’s but still tan. The bottoms though are cream colored and if he didn’t hate Zach so much, he might even admit they were kind of charming, handsome even. The toes are long too but the feet are much wider and longer too.

    He leaves Justin’s socks on and looks at the boy pointedly who is frowning at his own feet with a strange expression. Half of it is surprise like he can’t figure out how he lost but the other half almost seems like he’s mentally accusing them of betraying him. In either case Clay is just happy the asshole is about to get what he deserves.

    He has them put their feet out again, starts the timer, puts all six feet in a headlock and digs into them hard. It astounds him how strange it feels under his fingers, the difference between the soft, smooth skin of the bare feet to fuzzy cotton covering Justin’s feet is somehow thrilling. He learns which feet are Zach’s as opposed to Jeff’s without looking based on feeling of the sole. Both are soft and smooth but Jeff’s are muscular under the skin, he can feel the power of them while Zach’s have a doughy consistency to them, a lot more give when he pushes the skin in and it’s almost springy with how it bounces back.

    The trio howl with laughter as they squirm, none of them really trying to get away which is good because the occasional tugs towards them nearly break his grip a few times. It’s almost cute how they bump against each other during the tickling. Justin is sandwiched between the taller boys and with all of them squirming as they are it leads to them leaning sometimes in different directions, sometimes all in the same and sometimes with both Jeff and Zach leaning over, or on top of, Justin.

    He doesn’t tease them but he doesn't need to. Intermittent with the gales of laughter are pleas from Jeff and Zach for him to stop. Justin doesn’t say anything, but he laughs a lot.

    Clay is almost disappointed when the timer goes off but it’s not like this is all over.

    The trio on the couch slide down panting in exhaustion for a while. He lets them rest because Jeff needs the break too but his patience only lasts until Jeff sits up ready to go. 

    “Alright Justin, time to face the music, lay on the floor.” He thinks maybe he sounds a bit too eager but so what? He won and deserves to claim his prize.

    “The floor?” 

    “Well we can’t all tickle him if he’s sitting like this? I’m claiming his feet so you two have to divide his upper body up between you.”

    Zach rubs the back of his neck as he rises to stand and says, “That’s alright I don’t need to get in on this.”

    “Yes you do, Justin lost and the penalty was a three way gang tickling.” Clay isn’t sure why he’s so insistent except that the thought of seeing his one time bully and general asshole suffer sound like it’ll be great, “Unless you want to join him?”

    Maybe it’s mean to pit the two against each other but if it really bothers Zach he can join Justin and he and Jeff can tickle two at once. 

    Zach looks down at his big feet and wiggles his toes the looks over at Justin, then back at his feet and then opens his mouth when Justin cuts him off.

    “I lost fair and square Zach, just do what Jensen wants and lets get this over with.”

    As he says it Justin stands but it’s slow and Clay can’t tell if it’s because he’s tired or because he’s dreading what comes next, he hopes it’s the second option but suspects it’s a bit of both. In any case he moves to the other side of the table they’re feet had been on and lays down on the carpeted floor, hands above his head and legs stretched out.

    Clay moves to his feet and thinks he should deny his satisfaction in stripping off the now slightly damp cotton socks from Justin but something about this is just too perfect. Justin looks embarrassed and he enjoys that too. 

“Aww is the star of the Liberty Tigers embarrassed about his feetsies? I would be if mine were this ticklish!”

They were but he could deny that, besides having his socks taken off earlier he hadn’t been tickled so he could deny it and would if he had too.

“Fuck off Jensen.”

He ignores the comment, it lacks and bite anyway, and instead slowly pulls the other sock off and finds that despite what he expected, Justin’s feet aren’t gross. He thought he’d have overgrown toenails but they’re short and neat, he thought they’d stink but not really and despite the slight dampness of the socks, the feet themselves aren’t super sweaty. They’re also small, probably only size nines making them smaller than everyone else’s in the room by about two sizes. They’re also really soft and have a pleasant rosy color to them that Clay likes. All in all, he can’t wait to go to town on them.

Unfortunately he has to wait, since Zach and Jeff take a while to decide what they’re tickling and get into position but finally Jeff claims his armpits and Zach gets ready to tickle his ribs and belly. 

    “And we start in three, two, one, go!” The countdown wasn’t necessary but it felt good to watch Justin squirm with each number,  his toes splay open and then clench and his whole body has a nervous energy about it.

    It pales in comparison to when the tickling actually starts because Justin freaks out. He’s pretty sure there are curses in the laughter but he’s much too busy enjoying the bare skin. Even through socks, he knew they were hopelessly soft but now that he has them off he thinks he finally might have found a pair of feet nicer than Jeff’s. Maybe that was giving too much credit to them but they’re at least as nice, so smooth and soft and they have the ‘just bared’ look that’s driving him mad, it’s almost like he can tell how sensitive they are just from how they feel under his hands. 

    The toes are even better, they aren’t long like Jeff’s and Zach’s they’re sort of bubbly instead and very, very sensitive. Naturally he concentrates on them, getting his fingers under and between them and finds the webbing produced a particular squeal, though it takes him a few tests to confirm it’s this and not something Zach or Jeff is doing.

    Speaking of them, Jeff is showing no mercy to the armpits, his fingers are digging into them and alternating between hard tickling in the hallows and a softer tickling in the skin just below them. Clay thinks he tries to ease up a few times by going for Justin’s neck instead but he doesn't call the other boy on it because he doesn’t really care what they do as long as he gets his tickling. Zach is barely tickling him at all, sort of just touching his stomach and ribs and occasionally his sides but that’s enough on top of what he and Jeff are doing and to make Justin’s whole body flop about. Zach even ends up sitting on his legs to keep him still.

    Now only able to see Zach’s back, he refocuses back on the helplessly ticklish feet and continues going to town, playing with the sides and tops too and enjoying that they’re even a little ticklish. He doesn’t do much with them, just traces his fingers long them and feels the feet squirm and thrash but Justin’s being pinned down by two other boys and not going anywhere no matter what he tries. He uses this tickling partly as a fake out, lulling Justin into a false sense of security, partly to satisfy his own curiosity as to how ticklish these parts of his feet are, and mostly to marvel at how powerful the feet are. And how much it isn’t helping them.

    Of course once he gets down to only three minutes he goes back hard, silently vowing to devote a minute each of his remaining time to soles, arches, and toes. Of these three, the soles seem the least ticklish even though that isn’t saying much, and he digs into them vigorously, raking dull nails scratching the balls and heels and carefully avoiding the arches. He can’t pretend the almost violent thrashing of the feet isn’t enjoyable and he has no doubt that if it weren’t for the other teen sitting on his knees, Justin’s legs would be moving too.

Two minutes left and he shifts to the arches he’s been carefully avoiding and starts tickling them at random for a few moments and then getting more systematic. He starts from the lowest part of the arches and moves towards the highest, finding the ticklishness increasing as he does so. When he reaches the highest points, he tickles back the other way. He continues this back and forth and then suddenly changes it up again, going from bottom to top and then keeps it random to really drive Justin mad for the last few seconds.

One minute left and he moves on to the toes, intending to make the most of the precious seconds. He holds the toes back on one foot, tickling the skin underneath and then does the same to the other and wishes he could just have them back without having to use a hand to do it. He gets between the toes too, enjoying the odd sensation of the webbing between someone else’s toes. No matter how many times he gets to touch Jeff’s it’s still very weird feeling. The skin is so delicate and thin and yet, at least on Justin, might be his most ticklish spot! While he scratches at the skin, Justin's laughter reaches fever pitch on the other side of Zach’s body and he wonders if the other two are stepping their game up at the end too.

    The timer sounds and he can’t help but feel disappointed. He can’t stand Justin but damn does he have some ticklish feet and he can admit they’re really nice...just not out loud. Zach gets off of Justin and both he and Jeff stand up but Justin remains laid out on the floor, panting.

    “Fuck.” It’s all he says but it’s all he really needs to because it pretty much is about the only thing you can say after getting gang tickled by three guys because you lost a game.

    It’s more than a little awkward after that though and it doesn’t take long for them all to leave. 

    On his way home, he reflects that even now doesn’t know how he feels about the whole thing. On one hand Zach and Justin are assholes and jerks and barely count as human but on the other hand...three pairs of feet are greater than one and damn that was fun. He knows he isn’t mad at Jeff for probably orchestrating the whole thing and if given the chance he absolutely would tickle those two again but he still doesn’t like them. Maybe he doesn't have to though, maybe he can enjoy the experience of getting even with two of the school’s most popular boys.

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13 Reasons to Tickle part 2

They’re on the way down to Jeff’s basement when he springs the surprise. “So I’ve got two other friends down there. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner but after last time I needed something to distract you from my feet! They’re totally psyched to get tickled too so it won’t be a problem.”

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. 

    The timer goes off though before Justin begs and for a moment the only sound in the room is the still ringing timer as the tickling stops and the shock sets in.