IRL TICKLE STORY 😨

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Literally in class with one of my closest friends, the lesson hadn't started yet and we were just fucking around

And my goofy ass mindlessly poked her side, THEN. THEN..

She CLAWED her hands at me so I grabbed them with all my strength but the anticipation literally made my strength crumble and she squeezed my stomach

I'M LITERALLY CRYING

DOING BACKFLIPS

DYING EVEN

Abed watches, engrossed as Kickpuncher punches another villain with the force of a kick, sending him off the catwalk and presumably to his doom on the factory conveyor belts below. The next of Punchkickers goons lines up and-

Troy’s ice cold foot presses up against his belly. He pushes it away.

Kickpuncher duels an enhanced baddy- the purpose is to show Kickpuncher can be challenged in combat, therefore building suspense that Kickpuncher might not make it through-

Abed jolts again as the cold foot once again finds his belly and he shoves it away again.

Kickpuncher exchanges a few brief words with Punchkicker. The dialogue is clunky but establishes Kickpuncher’s growing awareness of his own humanity despite denying it in the last movie. This will lead him down the path-

The cold foot is once again there and Abed glances over at Troy who shows no signs of being aware of what he is doing, totally engrossed in the movie as he is. Abed decides to get Troy’s attention this time, and runs a finger up the socked sole causing Troy to let out a squeal before shooting him a dirty look.

“Abed!”

“Troy.”

“What the hell?”

“You’ve been putting your cold foot on me over and over.”

“So you tickled me?”

He sounds incredulous and Abed replies plainly, “I did.”

“Well-”

Abed probably should have known something would come of provoking Troy but he doesn’t expect the other man to grab both of his feet and run his fingers over them.

Nor does he expect to throw his head back and start laughing at how much it tickles! He doesn’t think anyone has ever touched his feet before, he had no way of knowing he was this ticklish. He doesn’t let that stop him though, and is able to snag Troy’s feet and rip the socks off before tickling Troy’s now bare, and still cold, feet.

“Hey don’t take those socks- Fine!”

Abed feels his being pulled off but he has Troy’s feet in a headlock, and he’s always liked the sound of Troy’s laughter, so even though Troy is now tickling him, he’s enjoying giving as good as he is getting, even as his socks finally come off.

It continues for a bit longer before Troy finally yells, “Time.”

He turns to face Troy, who is panting like he is.

“If we are going to do this- we’re going to do it right.”

“I was unaware there was a right way to do this.” Abed isn’t really sure he knows what ‘this’ even is beyond a tickle fight Troy started by being unable to keep his feet to himself.

“No, there is. First we need rules, a point system, a way to determine the winner-”

This sounds involved. Abed checks the clock.

“I have until seven tomorrow morning.”

Troy nods and says, “We can make that work.”

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Troy looks over the list of rules, his feet now slightly sweaty from being pressed against the radiator for the past fifteen minutes.

“So, we agree that the first to get the other to call ‘uncle’ is the winner.”

“Even though it is very cliche and this is probably the first time it has ever been done outside of TV.”

“Right. We agree that the winner gets one request, within reason, from the loser.”

“Something to make sure this stays interesting.”

“Agreed. We agree prior to starting that we make sure our bodies are as ticklish as possible- I still hate this one.”

“Your feet were too cold. It shows poor circulation. Warmer parts of the body are more sensitive and will make this more interesting.”

It sort of bothers Troy about the robotic way Abed assess his feet and how ticklish they are or aren’t and then makes a move to correct them. “Yea but it seems to benefit you!”

“You still agreed to do it. And now it’s too late to go back.”

Troy also kind of hates that he agreed so easily, he might as well have been downright eager, but there isn’t anything he can do about that now. “Anything is fair game below the knees and above the waist unless agreed otherwise.”

“Keeps options open.” Abed comments neutrally and Troy gives a nod.

“And that’s it. Are we agreed on all the rules then?”

Abed nods and to sign the deal, they do their handshake. Troy puts the notebook back before saying, “I think my feet are warm enough. If you’re ready-”

He’s suddenly pinned on his back, Abed sitting on top of him, long, slender fingers poking and prodding away at his ribs which has him squealing and squirming from side to side in a frantic attempt to escape, but as he goes left to escape some fingers, there are others waiting for him to bump right into, and when he goes right to escape those, he runs right back into the original pair he was trying to get away from.

“ChEHehEAteR!”

“Not really. We didn’t agree to anything else in the rules.”

Troy is stuck for several minutes squirming back and forth before he finally manages to flip Abed off of him and now sits on him. He really needs a minute but he knows Abed won’t give him that minute so he digs his fingers into his buddy’s armpits earning deep laughter from Abed.

Troy likes it. Abed doesn’t laugh, and Troy thinks it’s a shame cause he could listen to it all day. He’s so engrossed in the laughter that he ends up getting thrown off by Abed pretty easily. They grapple for a bit, getting random pokes and prods in. It turns out that his belly is really bad but Abed’s armpits are equally problematic.

Troy eventually manages to get on top of Abed again and can’t stop himself from fluttering his fingers lightly around Abed’s neck which produces the most adorable set of giggles he thinks he’s ever heard.

“You should laugh more,” he blurts out before thinking about what he is saying. In his embarrassment after that, he pauses a mistake because Abed doesn’t hesitate to capitalize on this.

“You too,” his friend replies and once again, he is flipped under the taller man who shows a total lack of mercy, poking and prodding at Troy’s muscled belly, muscles which aren’t helping him at the moment.

“Your laughter is very boyish, like school boy boyish,” Abed comments absently as he works Troy over. Something about the comment is both embarrassing because he’s a man now, but also flattering because Abed meant it to be a compliment and he likes to store up Abed’s compliments for days when he’s feeling low.

Still, as the nimble fingers continue to drill into his tight belly, he knows he needs to get out of this before he totally loses his mind, which feels like it might happen any time.

It’s only when Abed pokes into his belly button that Troy manages, through sheer ticklish induced strength, to burst free. Bucking Abed off of him stuns the other man long enough for Troy to jump on him- in a very manly, totally straight way- to take his revenge.

It’s strange, he’s never tickled anyone before, but right now, it feels like he might as well have been doing it his whole life. He just knows what to do- and it’s kind of awesome. That’s how things are with Abed though, the right thing to do just sort of comes and it makes his friendship with Abed easily the most low pressure one he’s ever had.

At some point he ends up under Abed again who leans down to blow hard on his belly.

He’s torn at laughing because it tickles so much, and because it sounds like a really wet fart, but when Abed pauses for a moment to breathe, Troy can’t stop himself from asking, “What was that?”

Abed frowns and then says, “I have no idea, I saw a boyfriend do it to his girlfriend once at a party.”

“Oh, I thought maybe it was something your dad did to you.”

Abed shakes his head. “No. My dad never did anything like this.”

Troy frowns and then says, “Yea, mine neither. If he saw me now he’d be super disappointed.”

Abed hums and then says, “Well he can’t see you right now.”

A wave of relief washes over him but before he can figure out how to properly thank Abed for getting rid of any shame that thought carried, his friend continues.

“And do you know what?”

“No, what?”

“I think it’s time we get back into it.”

Troy’s brain only catches up with what that means too late as Abed digs into his sides again and he is once again howling and thrashing around but even though Abed looks tall and lanky, he’s surprisingly strong and hard to throw off. It doesn’t stop Troy from trying as he squirms more and more but it isn’t until Abed goes to shift that he seizes his chance and is able to buck him off.

What follows is a mad scramble where they both end up poking and prodding anywhere they can find trying to distract the other long enough to get the upper hand. He feels several sharp tickles on his sides, armpits, and Abed even brushes a hand against his thighs which almost causes Troy to space out long enough to get pinned. He didn’t know they were ticklish, but apparently, all that muscle doesn’t help much against tickling.

At one point, Abed pulls out of reach and asks, “You’re still good with this?”

Troy frowns. “Yea.”

“Okay. Cool, cool, cool, cool.”

“Why'd you ask?”

“Well you’ve been shouting ‘stop’ and ‘cut that out’ so figured I should ask.”

Troy blinks, wide eyed for a moment. He didn’t remember saying any of that.

“Anyway, if you’re good-”

Abed leaves the sentence hanging, and lunges at Troy, who falls for it like he always does. It doesn’t take long for the taller man to wind up on top of him and he’s once again pinned as Abed’s skillful fingers find a new point of interest, Troy’s nipples.

Apparently, they are stupid ticklish, and unfortunately, he now understands why Jeff likes nipple play and he really wants Abed to stop but the nails continue to swirl teasingly around his nipples so lightly, he can barely feel it and that’s the most infuriatingly ticklish part about it, because he can’t do anything but laugh!

Troy realizes he needs to do something or he is going to lose and Abed’s foot is just barely in arm’s reach. He makes his gamble and lunges at it.

As his grip closes around the ankle, he lets out a crow of triumph. Abed's feet seemed a lot more ticklish than his upper body when they were on the couch, maybe he can get his buddy to give up by tickling him here.

He digs in, surprised that he kind of likes it? Abed’s soles are smooth to the touch and not gross sweaty, but slick enough that his dull fingernails slide across them with no resistance and Abed again produces a wonderful laughter, this one honest to goodness uncontrolled and it’s more musical than anything Troy has ever heard before and he loves it.

Somehow it comes naturally to him too. Abed’s feet are massive, way bigger than his and super soft, he remembers Abed almost always wears socks or slippers in the apartment so he guesses that makes sense, and also tracks with how soft his feet are since he does the same.

He just knows though, where to poke, where to scratch, where he can do the most tickling without hurting Abed and it’s amazing. At one point, he gets bold enough to say, “Coochi-coo!”

Abed shouts something incoherent in reply but Troy doesn't pay any attention to it as he continues exploring. Abed’s toes are long and kind of pretty somehow. He doesn’t know what it is about them, but he’s sure they’ll be fun to tickle and doesn’t think twice about wiggling his fingers between the squirmy digits and flossing the space between with his fingers.Abed seems to melt and Troy likes not only being in charge, but being able to make Abed laugh.

Unfortunately, he makes the mistake of not paying enough attention to his own feet and suddenly lets out a shriek and is suddenly thrown off and before he knows it, his feet are in Abed’s arms in a headlock and all he can do is watch in exhilarated terror as Abed’s nails start tracing up and down while he’s helpless to do anything other than watch.

The sensation is indescribable. He’s never really been tickled before this and on his upper body it was like his body would move without him thinking to escape the tickling, not it’s the same except he is watching Abed’s every move but is too damn ticklish to fight back effectively and all he can do is watch his own feet get tickled madly.

Everything he did to Abed’s feet, Abed does back to him, but with his being much smaller, he knows it has to tickle him more. All his nerves must be bunched up more so his feet have to be more ticklish! And it really sucks right now because Abed is easily dominating his feet with just one hand, using the other to control them and Troy is too tired from all the rolling around earlier to make much an effort and Abed is sitting cross legged, his own feet well protected against anything Troy might even think of doing.

He holds out for a while though, as Abed investigates each of his toes, pads, between, and underneath. Pokes, scratches, flossing, he even puffs a few breaths of cool air on them and lets it slide effortlessly between them.

Abed doesn’t contain himself to just Troy’s toes though, he takes a full tour of the ticklish feet, with Abed like meticulousness no matter how silly this all is. He works the heels with nails, pokes at the silky arches, and half massages, half tickles the balls of the feet until Troy’s world becomes limited to tickling and nothing else.

“UnHAHCLE!” He bellows, unable to take it anymore and like clockwork, his feet are released and he’s able to roll away from Abed in the least dignified way possible, panting against the couch as he has to catch his breath.

“I win,” Abed announces calmly, and needlessly.

Troy feels his face heat up as he says, “Yea, I guess you do.”

Abed stands up and goes to find his socks, pulling them over his feet before observing, “We made a mess.”

Troy glances around and it’s sort of true, they pushed things out of the way to make room and there are now stray articles of clothes that he doesn’t even remember taking off or having taken off. He half expects Abed to start putting things back together, but all his friend does is reach up to the top bunk and take the TV down and plug it back in.

“Doommaster Defeats the Forces of Good marathon?”

Troy puffs out a breath and nods, pulling his shirt back on and remembering that he technically owes Abed something and hoping that somehow- incredibly, his meticulous friend has forgotten. Sitting back down, he props his feet up on the coffee table that never holds coffee, still bare because he can’t be bothered to find his socks and doesn’t trust them not to tickle a bit since his feet still feel tingly.

He can’t stop himself from looking at them, and sometimes at Abed’s socked feet. He kind of hates to admit it, but the whole rolling around on the floor thing was fun. He’s an only child, growing up was kind of lonely sometimes. He had friends, but none like Abed… and his parents didn’t really tickle him either- it was new and he didn’t totally hate it even though he kind of hated it at the same time.

They get about ten minutes in before Abed speaks up, but keeps his eyes fixed on the TV, breaking the silence between them as he asks, “Did you have fun?”

Troy starts and then bluffs, “Fun? With that- no way! How could you think I did?”

“You keep looking at our feet, and didn’t even notice that I continued Kickpuncher.”

Troy does a double take at the screen before realizing that this is in fact the same movie they were watching before and is about to end.

“I- didn’t hate it. But I didn’t like it either!”

Abed hums, still watching the TV.

“I’m serious!”

He isn’t sure what he is serious about- both probably but he sort of wants Abed to assume it’s about not liking it, but also sort of hopes Abed knows he means not hating it so he doesn’t have to say it.

They lapse into silence for a bit longer, his eyes still mostly studying his and Abed’s feet before Abed speaks up again and says, “Hey Troy?”

“Yea?”

“I know what I want- for winning.”

Troy holds his breath as Abed continues.

“I want to do this again sometime.”

He exhales slowly, relieved that somehow, Abed knew what he wanted but didn’t know what to say. And also thankful that he can comfortably slip into the role of macho man without Abed calling his bluff as he replies, “You’re on. I’m not losing round two!”

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At study group on Monday, they are chatting about their weekends when Annie asks, “So how did the movie marathon go?”

Abed looks at Troy who predictably looks shocked at being asked. The group watches them with varying levels of concern and confusion before Abed says, “We didn’t do it.”

Shirley frowns and starts reaching across the table to put her hand on Troy’s forehead as she asks, “Are you sick? Are you still sick?”

Troy bats the hand away and says, “We got busy with something else.”

Abed knows that wasn’t the right thing to say, and it was the wrong tone to say it in. Troy sounded guilty about it which was sure to get the nosier members curious and sure enough Pierce demands, “Got busy doing what? I didn’t think anything stopped your movie nonsense.”

Troy stalls so Abed says, “We had a tickle fight.”

Troy looks at him in horror but Abed doesn’t really care.

Britta is the first to recover as she says, “And you filmed it for money?”

Abed frowns and looks at Troy who looks equally confused while a chorus of ‘ews’ arise from the table.

Britta defends herself. “I’m just saying that they are somewhat conventionally attractive men and people would pay money for a video of them doing that kind of thing.”

Deciding to end whatever conversation is going on Abed says, “I don’t think a tickling based movie exists. Actually, statistically speaking, many movies will avoid the topic of tickling because the hands on nature of it may make some people uncomfortable.”

“So you just… did it for fun?” Annie asks, obviously confused.

Troy shrugs and replies, “Yea.”

“Gay.” Pierce mutters.

“Alright with this- fascinating distraction out of the way, can we please get to work on not failing Spanish?” Jeff cuts in which ends up ending the conversation and refocusing everyone on what they need to do.

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Chapter 1: Miss Lisa (Part 1)

"So, guys, I was thinking about the party Saturday night and what you said, Lucy. About wanting to tickle Anna again?" Kristen sheepishly approaches her friends after a long week of contemplating whether or not to tell them of her secret fascination (or maybe fetish): Tickling. Kristen had been following the tickling fetish community for a while and was well aware of its underground popularity. She also had found some different ads in various online venues about men and women seeking others to tickle or to tickle them. Based on how much fun Lucy had and how much Anna brought it up since then in their group chat, she suspected that they would find her offer intriguing at the least and irresistible at the best. "Well, I think I have a way for us to have more time like that if you would be at all interested..." Kristen was beginning to lose hope that they would be interested at all given their blank stares. She looks down and pretends to fumble with her drink. The coffeehouse they frequented was always quiet and no one is around to hear the conversation, so Kristen at least avoided the embarrassment of her friends making fun of her in a crowded place. Lucy and Anna look at each other as if silently communicating. They didn't really think about Saturday much (outside of Anna wanting revenge). It was just a harmless prank. But they didn't want their friend to feel like an outsider now that she's approached them about something that may be important to her. Based on her body language, it seems pretty important. "What would this opportunity entail?" Anna graciously offers. Kristen's face lights up as she unlocks her phone to show them what she found. "Well, there's a whole community of tickle fans and a few of them live around here. I've been to a couple of meetups for fetishists in general, and a few of these people showed up. They're nice enough and looking for some people to play with. Basically, we can see if any of them are looking to tickle or be tickled and we get to be whichever they want. What do you think?" Kristen asked excitedly. Anna and Lucy looked at each other with wide eyes. What could it hurt? Kristen is obviously excited about it. And being tickled is hilarious and doing the tickling could be really fun. "Let's do it!" Lucy offers, feigning excitement. She was actually a little excited, but mainly nervous. She was very ticklish, after all. "Really??" Kristen's eyes widened with surprise and joy. "I know someone who wanted a ticklee today! I hope she doesn't mind a few more!" "Hey guys! What's up?" It's Heather and Emily. They finally got here. "Aren't you going to be happy to hear what we have planned!" Anna remarks through a smile, preparing mentally for the torture she's sure her ticklish belly is going to endure. - Two Hours Later - "So, why exactly did we have to wear bikinis to this?" Heather asks, nervously tugging at her cover-up to cover her slightly exposed belly. "Bikinis show a lot of skin. And the more ticklish skin that's showing, the easier it is for the tickler to tickle you and make it fun for both of you!" Kristen offers happily. "And here we are," Lucy prompts, pulling in to the driveway of a large house with a lone car. "What a mansion!" Anna exclaims. "Are we getting anything for this, Kristen? Any money or anything?" "Well, she offered some pay, but I didn't ask how much." "I'll make this a regular thing for the right price!" Anna offers, thinking about the easy money this could be. The five girls walk cheerfully toward the door in their swimsuit cover-ups. Seeing as this was Kristen's idea, she knocks on the door and a lady quickly opens it. "Come on in!" The cheerful lady warmly offers. "I'm so excited you decided to come! Everything is ready whenever you are! My name is Lisa." She's so friendly that the girls forget why they are here for a second. "When you said you were bringing four friends, I had to make some pretty quick adjustments! But everything is prepped and ready to go as long as you five are still up for it," Lisa politely gestures to a door leading into a basement, the lights on and a cool breeze coming from the staircase. She's a little older, maybe early forties, with a few flecks of gray, but a nice body. She's wearing a simple long sleeve shirt and some sweatpants, obviously comfortable with what's to come next. "Would you like anything before we head down?" Lisa asks sweetly. The girls nervously shake their heads and Lisa points to the staircase. They go down the stairs into the basement area to find five matching bondage tables. Each one has restraints at the top and bottom, wrists at the top and ankles at the bottom, all the girls assume. Feathers line the walls, hanging from little hooks like tools in a toolshed. There are also some hairbrushes and toothbrushes as well as large, fluffy feathers and feather dusters. "Wow..." Anna remarks nervously to herself, shivering a little bit as she grabs her sides. "This is my little dungeon," Lisa begins. "It's humble compared to some others in this community, but it works well for my purposes. If each of you would change into your outfits, then stand next to the table you wish to use for this session, then I'll come around and get you all strapped in!" Lisa squealed with excitement, her long fingernails terrifying Emily, who was terribly ticklish. Anna began taking her cover-up off, revealing a lavender bandeau bikini with a seafoam green and lavender bottom. Her belly is toned, but still soft. Her figure is a nice hourglass with medium breasts and wide hips. Her innie belly button is still a little sensitive from the tickling she received Saturday at her party. "Ok, I'm ready..." she hesitantly offers to Lisa. Her short, brown hair falls to her shoulders as she raises her wrists to the restraints above her head. Lucy, a thinner girl also with a great hourglass figure, reveals her small, halter top bikini and strikingly toned tummy. She lets her long red hair out of her ponytail as it falls about her fair shoulders. She giggles a little as she raises her arms, anticipating the tickling her armpits will soon receive. "Ok, I think I'm ready!" she announces enthusiastically. Lucy's actually excited for this! She raises her arms above her head and prepares for Lisa to finish strapping Anna down to come get her strapped in next. Heather is terrified and slowly takes her cover-up off, revealing her cute body. She's shorter than the other girls and a little bit thicker than them as well. Her bikini is a simple black string bikini, and she is nervous about being tickled. But she's also kind of looking forward to it. She raises her arms nervously above her head as she waits for Lisa to come by and strap her in. Lisa is still strapping Anna in (and giving her a few little tickles to test her out). Emily takes off her cover-up to reveal a cute monokini. "I hope this is ok..." she mutters quietly to Kristen. "It's all I had." Her monokini is open on her sides, but has a strap running down her belly, covering her innie belly button. Her freckles along her face continue to the rest of her body and her fair skin stands out against the deep blue of her outfit. Her long black hair is pulled back in a ponytail and she's sporting a new navel ring hidden by her swimsuit. She raises her arms above her head and waits to be strapped in. Kristen is stoked to be here right now. She quickly undoes her cover-up to reveal a simple bikini with a large bow tied in the front of her top. Her long brown curls go well with the earthy green of her outfit. She quickly raises her arms above her head, giggling excitedly as she does, and waits for Lisa to come around and tie her down. She can't believe this is finally happening! She's about to have her first real session! "I'm ready, Miss Lisa!" Kristen offers up ecstatically. As Miss Lisa finishes tying each girl down, she quickly addresses her rules, "I do not do safe words. If you want out, you can say so right now, but once the tickling begins, you are here for the duration of it. I will probably touch some areas of your body you did not know were ticklish. It's all part of the -lee and -ler process. Just have fun and laugh your heart out!" The tables the girls are tied to are leaned back, but don't have them horizontal to the ground. It seems more like a 75 degree angle, so every spot is accessible, but the girls are still able to see each other well. They all face inward as Miss Lisa addresses them from the middle, looking around at each other nervously. Then, Miss Lisa glides over to Lucy, whose arms are tied high above her head, and gets to work. "Now, I like to start with the obvious spots, your armpits, your sides, your ribs, your tummy, and maybe your feet. However, I am a big fan of exploration, so I will find your most ticklish spot wherever it is. Then, I'll exploit it for a long, long time," she gives Lucy a big smile and then begins tickling. Her fingers quickly scuttle across Lucy's smooth, ticklish armpits. The soft skin there is incredibly sensitive to touch and Lucy immediately begins squirming. But she isn't laughing. "Oh, come now, darling, let's get a good listen to that giggle now! You are being tickled, after all! Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Miss Lisa taunts Lucy, who is writhing and squirming against the restraints, unable to bring her arms down to protect her vulnerable armpits. Miss Lisa's fingernails teasingly tickle across her terribly ticklish pits, but Lucy is strong-willed and refuses to laugh just yet. "Alright, you leave me no choice then!" Miss Lisa digs in mercilessly with her fingertips and Lucy bursts out in ticklish laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOT THERE, PLEEEEEEEHAHAHAHA!" Lucy is squealing and laughing and begging now, unable to stop the flood of laughter that pours from her ticklish body. Miss Lisa's fingers still scratch and tickle Lucy's ticklish pits, her fingers digging in gently yet hard enough that Lucy's underarms quickly turn pink. "Now, we are getting somewhere!" Miss Lisa remarks happily. She slows her tickling and moves down toward Lucy's ribcage, Lucy's curvy figure offering plenty of ticklish skin to explore. Miss Lisa's fingers begin their ticklish assault yet again, this time with light tickles all across Lucy's ribcage and sides and tummy, her fingers skittering like a thousand little tickling critters. All of them relentless, and all of them masterful ticklers. Lucy's laughter increases yet again as Miss Lisa continues her tickling of Lucy's shapely sides and belly. "Hmm..." Miss Lisa ponders an unspoken question. "Not quite loud enough. I guess your armpits are a bit worse, huh?" As she says this, she moves from Lucy's bare, ticklish midriff to her hips, tickling deep into the hip bones until Lucy is wailing with ticklish laughter. "I HAD NO IDEA I WAS TICKLISH THERE! HAHAHAHAHA!" Lucy had never been tickled there before! Sure, she has been held down and tickled by friends before, but she has never endured tickling like this from someone so talented with her fingernails. "Oh, there are SO many places you'll find you're ticklish. And each one of them is available to my tickle-happy little fingers. Coochie, coochie, coo!" Miss Lisa teases Lucy as she tickles her relentlessly, tears spilling from Lucy's tightly shut eyes. Miss Lisa's fingers tickle and tickle Lucy's voluptuous hips, causing Lucy to thrash and squeal with ticklish laughter, unable to escape the ticklish torture. "That was a good reaction!" Miss Lisa coos. "But let's see if this wittle spot right here makes you giggle." Miss Lisa taunts Lucy with baby speak as she slowly and torturously moves a wiggling index finger towards Lucy's exposed belly button. The bikini Lucy is wearing offers no protection for Lucy's most ticklish spots, so her entire body is free for the tickling. Miss Lisa's finger reaches Lucy's belly button and she tickles so very lightly at first, causing Lucy to squirm and beg for the tickling to end. "Remember, sweetheart, there are no safe words in Miss Lisa's dungeon," Miss Lisa taunts, her tickling finger still gently scratching at the bottom of Lucy's ticklish belly button as tears fall from Lucy's eyes. Her face is red from laughter and her skin is turning a light pink, but Miss Lisa is far from through tickling her. "And now, let's see how THIS works!" Miss Lisa plunges her index finger into Lucy's ticklish navel and swirls it around and around, tickling and tickling until Lucy is babbling incoherently for the tickle torture to end through her uncontrollable laughter. Miss Lisa's finger is relentless, tickling and tickling, swirling and spinning around as Lucy's back arches off the table, her wrists and ankles pulling against the restraints that hold her fast throughout the ticklish torture. Her belly button has never gone through this much tickling, and Lucy has never had this much fun being tickled! She actually kind of enjoyed this helpless feeling. She loved the tickling and the laughter and the slight torment of it all. All of a sudden, Lucy shouted a word she never thought possible in her given the situation. "MORE!" This stunned Miss Lisa who had already believed that Lucy found this session to be absolute torture. "I can give you more," Miss Lisa threatens. She moves back to Lucy's armpits and tickles so very lightly across the sensitive hollows. Lucy again bucks and thrashes, but still begs for Miss Lisa to tickle her more with some quick panicked pleas for mercy. Miss Lisa tickles and tickles until Lucy is all tickled out, a giggling mess that no longer struggles or pulls at the restraints, but merely accepts her ticklish fate. "I guess your break time has come, my dear," Miss Lisa offers to the incoherently babbling and giggling Lucy. "And now, it's time to move on to my next victim!" she cackles as she moves towards Heather's table... - To be continued -

You are immaculate with words, imagination and creativity. I felt my body react to every word of your perfect little ticklestory. 🫣

I have been a silent follower for a while now, never interacting before, developing a liking for it fairly recently, and you were amongst the first two, three blogs I followed. Now you’re practically the only one posting and I recently had to turn post notifications on so I stopped missing posts due to tumblr making them disappear from my dash. Every time I read your pieces, I find myself falling in love with tickling a little more. 😮‍💨

Awwwee~~ Oh my gosssh thank you sooo so much!<333 I'm soooo flattered and just mmmh filled with giggly fizzies knowing my silly words are helping your love of ticklesss~

Silent or not you are sooo welcome and loved here and I hope my words will just wreck you into adorable giggliessss~<3

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Take a rest

You come home to your surprise seeing your beloved ler sitting on the sofa smiling at you waving "welcome home"

You smile and sit next to them all tired and exhausted from the long day you had.Your ler smiles at you warmly as they give you something to drink to make you relaxed and comfy."So how was your day?" they asked as you relied to them what happened today and how exhausted you were.They listen to you as they suddenly hug you smiling.

"I have an idea for you to relax" They said smiling sweetly.You just nod smiling as they start to massage your body.You completely relax as you smiled and as you were relaxing, you suddenly felt a poke and you yelped but unable to move.Your ler was on top of you so they could "Masakage you better" but as you look back at them, they smirked at you with playful sparkly eyes.You look back at them knowing what was coming next as they dug in to your sides making you howl with laughter trying to squirm away from their devilish fingers scratching and massaging your sides.

Your ler smiled as they teased "Having a fun time down there? Please don't move around I can't massage you!" You just blush as you ignore them and kept on giggling and squirming.Your ler stopped as you panted smiling.

"Got to relax?" They asked smiling.You giggled and nodded."Thanks I didn't know I needed that".Your ler just smiled as they said "You need to remember to take rests sometimes! I up anytime if you need this again!"

You both smile as you cuddled on the couch relaxing for the rest of the night.

Pay the Fare...

So you’re on a train.. you’re travelling out of town and have a few hours of journey time ahead of you. You settle in getting comfortable as you listen to music or read you me book..

You are making good progress when you moment of enjoyment is broken by a call for tickets! The train conductor comes into your carriage.. You start rummaging through your pockets. “Where’s my ticket?” You say to yourself. You had it at the station, which pocket did you put it in!

The call of “Tickets Please” gets louder and you look through your bag, did you throw it in there by accident.. until the conductor comes to you, standing over you he asks to see your ticket. “I can’t find it” you reply, he gives you an extra moment to produce it but quickly loses patience and asks you to come with him. “You’ll just have to pay for your journey another way” he says. Leading you to a room at the back of the train.

All goes dark and when you come to, you’re held in place, standing with your jumper and coat removed and barefoot.. the conductor stands before you and in his hand he playfully twiddles your ticket.. “looks like you had it all along, Shame you couldn’t present it when I asked you.”

He steps behind you out of sight a quick poke to your sides revealing your ticklishness, and the way you will pay for your journey becomes clear - “oh and we 2 hours before you’re destination” he whispers, you feel the grin widen across his face as your howling laughter is lost in the sounds of train whistles and train tracks.

Always have your ticket when a conductor asks. They will make you pay one way or another 😜

Too Hot?

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It was another hot, sunny day and the losers had been playing in the river, just splashing around in the water. They were now sitting on the grass, drying off.

Beverly was lying sunbathing and the boys were chatting and messing around while listening to Madonna on Beverly's little radio.

"I am literally sweating oh my god" Eddie commented as he turned his hat backwards. He was wearing shorts and a tshirt but he was still feeling warm.

"You're too hot huh?" Richie smirked, looking at his friend as a sick but hilarious idea popped into his head.

"Yeah.. I'm not complaining though, it's better than rain I guess huh?" Eddie smiled awkwardly as his friends looked at him, nodding and humming in agreement.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?" He asked Richie who was still smirking and without saying anything he got up and stepped towards Eddie who shuffled backwards slightly, unsure of his friend's intentions.

With one swift motion, Richie lifted Eddie up bridal style,

"What the hell?!" Eddie questioned, giggling in slight panic.

"You said you were too hot" Richie smirked, Eddie realised they were heading towards the river.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Eddie yelled, scrambling trying to get out of his friend's grip.

"Richie are you seriously gonna-" Stanley started but was cut off by Eddie screaming as Richie started to lower him into the water. By this point the others were all watching, laughing and shaking their heads.

Eddie grabbed tightly onto his friend as to not fall in. Richie sniggered and tried to put him in the water again, Eddie just screamed and wrapped his legs around him, clinging to him like a koala bear. The others were in fits of laughter as they observed what was going on.

"No! Don't even think about it!" He yelled, whimpering, "Richie please!"

"I'm trying to help you, dumbass" Richie smirked,

"I said I was- AA NO!" Eddie screamed as he almost lost grip and fell in.

"You said you were what huh?" Richie questioned,

"I s- I said I was sweating but that was not your queue to throw me into the damn water!" Eddie yelled while in fits of laughter himself, mainly out of fear of falling in and getting his clothes wet.

"I swear to god, I will actually kill you if I- FALL OH MY GOD NO!" He yelled, losing grip and falling as Richie pinched his sides. Luckily he broke his fall with his hands and knees and the water was shallow enough that only the very bottom of his shorts got a little wet.

"Ughhh! You are so dead!" Eddie groaned, calling over to his friend who had already took off running towards the others who were currently dying of laughter as Eddie stomped towards them with a pissed off smile. Richie laughed loudly as he skipped behind his friends.

"Get back here, asshole!" Eddie yelled as he tried to catch up to his friend.

"Get him, E-Ed" Bill laughed as Eddie chased after Richie who was laughing so hard that he almost fell over.

"I'll fucking get you" Eddie sniggered now breaking into a full jog as he chased Richie in a circle around the others.

"Can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man!" Richie laughed,

"Hahaha! Shut up Richie" Beverly cackled at his stupid comment.

Eddie cut through the middle of the circle that his friends were sitting in which resulted in him almost catching Richie who managed to jump out of the way in time. However, Richie ran out of luck when Stanley tripped him as he passed causing his friend to fall to the ground.

"Fuck! Screw you, Stanley!" He laughed, rubbing his knees, he tried to stand back up but was pushed flat on his ass by Eddie who kneeled on top of him. He started slapping Richie who laughed loudly and tried to fight back. They started full on play fighting and wrestling, pushing each other and rolling around on the grass. Richie's glasses had fallen off.

"No! My glasses!" Richie yelled but before he could get them Stanley picked them up with a smirk on his face,

"Hey give me those back!" He yelled, "I can't fucking see!"

"Too bad" Stanley sniggered, "why did you do that?" Eddie asked with a smirk on his face, he was going to get his menace of a friend back for dropping him in the water.

"You said you were too hot so I tried to help!" Richie laughed, Eddie sighed and said,

"Yeah, that was not a signal for you to fucking submerge me in the water though, you asshole!" He sniggered, holding his wrists down as he hovered over his friend's waist who was cackling at what he had just said. Richie kicked and tried to pull his wrists out of Eddie's grip.

"What's so funny huh?" Eddie smirked as he grabbed the other boys sides, squeezing vigorously. Richie burst out into uncontrollable laughter,

"EDDIE NO! I- HAHAHA! I'M SOHORREHEHE!" He cackled, bringing his knees up so that they hit Eddie's back as he tried to push his hands away.

Eddie sniggered and moved to his stomach sending the other boy into hysterical laughter,

"STOHOHOP PLEHEHEASE I'M SOHORREHEHE!"

"You should've thought about that before submerging me in the fucking river then huh?" Eddie repeated the same phrase as before, knowing that Richie found it hilarious.

Richie laughed even harder, "HAHAHAHAHA STOP!" He laughed loudly,

"Why? Wasn't it funny? You thought it was hilarious didn't you?" Eddie snickered sarcastically as he continued to pinch his friends ribs and sides.

"JUST STOP PLEASE HAHAHA!" Richie cried.

"Come on trash mouth, admit it, you thought it was funny didn't you?" Eddie teased as he continued to tickle his friend who was thrashing around and laughing like a mad man.

"I- I- HAHAHAHA OKAY! YES IT WAS HAHAHA COME ON" Richie cackled kicking his legs and trying to push his friend's hands away.

He soon figured that whether he found it funny or not wouldn't matter because Eddie would continue to torment him.

"Oh it was huh?" Eddie smirked, grabbing his sides,

"I MEAN NO! NO IT WASN'T AHAHAHA!" Richie laughed.

"Make up your mind, Richie, jeez" Eddie said sarcastically as he continued to smirk, deliberately messing with his friend.

"FUHUCK YOU IHIHIM NOT SAYING A WOHORD!" Richie cackled, desperately trying to get out from under Eddie who was not letting up.

"You're not as stupid as you look huh?" He laughed,

"HEHEY! DICK! I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING BECAUSE YOU'LL FUCK ME UP EITHER WAY!" Richie explained, still dying of laughter as his friend poked all over his torso.

"I'll what?! In your dreams, dickwad" Eddie scoffed, smirking as he gently slapped his friend's cheek. Richie just laughed. Tears were rolling out of the corners of his eyes and down the side of his face which was a little red.

"I didn't mean it like that, you freak!" Richie breathed heavily as the other boy stopped to let him breathe. Eddie laughed loudly, knowing he what he meant but he liked annoying him.

"That's debatable, looking at you two right now" Stanley said sarcastically, a smirk on his face.

"Fuck off, dude" Eddie sniggered,

"Hey!" Richie yelled, "I never meant it that way!"

"Hahaha! Yeah yeah, I know what you meant" Stanley continued,

"Fuck you, Staniel!" Richie called over to his friend who just raised his eyebrows and flipped him off.

"Hahaha! You're a fuck-" Richie said as he laughed, he was cut off by Eddie pinching his sides again causing him to scream.

"AAA! NO! COME ON!"

"E-Eddie, his knees" Bill sniggered, nodding to his friend.

A wider smile formed on Eddie's face as he reached behind him with one hand and grabbed Richie's knee. This caused the poor boy's laughter to become tenfold. His knee shot up out of reflex, hitting Eddie in the back. Eddie let out a gasp in mock offence,

"You're gonna regret that" he smirked.

"AAA! PLEHEASE NOHOHO I'M BEGGING YOU! EDDIE PLEHEASE STOP!" Richie cackled, kicking his legs.

Eddie sniggered and moved to sit beside his friend who was definitely too weak to fight back by this point. He continued to attack Richie's knees, making sure not to miss anywhere; behind his knees, his kneecaps and the area above his knees.

Richie weakly squirmed around, giggling and snorting as the other boy attacked his knees which was undoubtedly the worst spot.

"STOHOHOP AHAHAHA! I'M GONNA PISS MYSELF HAHAHAHA!" Richie cackled.

"Oh god, TMI Richie" Stanley laughed,

"I'm making a mental note to never ever piss off Eddie" Ben sniggered, they were all highly amused by their two friends.

"Me too" Stanley agreed as did the others.

"EDDIE I'M SERIOUS HAHAHA! COHOME OHON STAHP IT!" Richie cried, he had rolled onto his side and was hitting the ground.

"Okay okay, I think you've learned your lesson... for now, huh?" Eddie sniggered, stopping the torment on his poor friend.

"Oh my fucking god... you're insane!" Richie breathed, trying to get his strength back. Eddie laughed and said,

Eddie just laughed as he hit the ground and pushed himself up so he was now standing, "that'll teach you".

"Yeah, hahaha" Richie sniggered as he sat up, what he really wanted to say was 'fuck you' and they all knew it, however he didn't want to risk getting tickled again.

"Hm, yeah we'll see about that" Stanley smirked, knowing fine well that it wouldn't be the end to his friends annoying antics.

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Foot Friends Part 1

Art by KingofFeathers

“Welcome Foot Friends and today I have a treat for you.” 

Ryan starts his recording with the camera facing himself as he addresses his viewers before panning the camera around the basement to Justin and Zach, locked in a pair of stocks, their sneakers hanging up behind them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Without hesitating, Zach laughs back, “MeHEheEhe!”

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

“MeHEhEHE!”

“Good, and who owns these feet?”

“YohOhoHoU!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And who owns these big, ticklish feet?”

“YoUHOhOu!”

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

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

“What was the worst part?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ryan-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The tooth brushes I think.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea…”

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

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

“Hmm.” Zach lets it drop. He doesn’t want to annoy Justin, not after the other boy decided to subject himself to that humiliation with him just because Zach asked him to. But he does wonder if maybe there is a world where he can get tickled more… and maybe get Justin more involved too.

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OK SO I'M SORRY I DIDN'T POST IN LIKE AGES..

BUT ANYWAYS I'M BACK HAHAHAHA

ok I guess it's time for me to annoy people with writing word stories...

Get your own ticklish scenario!

So, being new around these parts I thought I would offer you guys the chance to see what I’m all about: I want to offer you a glimpse into the way my mind works. I want you to see how I can take your ticklish vulnerability and place you in a situation where it is exposed. However, this is more of a tease. Like a trailer to a film, or a blurb to a book, I don’t want to give too much away. I have to have some secrets after all. If you’re interested in participating leave me a comment or something I can reply to saying hi and maybe a little clue as to where you want to be tickled - and the reply will include a little teasing scenario just for you to think about ;) I hope to speak to you very soon dear reader.

Freddy grinds his teeth as Nevel smugly explains his current plot to shut them down and Freddy hates to admit it, but this time it’s air-tight. He actually owns the iCarly web page and there isn’t much any of them can do about it.

Carly and Sam stand with him facing Nevel. He can feel Sam fuming and he is worried she is going to commit a felony, which isn’t new. Carly just seems distressed and he feels sort of numb. They’ve been fighting Nevel off for years and now it all ends like this?

“I will give it back on one condition.”

“I’m not kissing you,” Carly says immediately and Freddy nods along because she shouldn’t have to.

“I don’t want a kiss from you, Carly Shay. You didn’t want one from me all the times I offered it to you and now you will rue the day!”

Carly looks a little startled and honestly, he is too. Nevel has been trying to kiss her for almost as long as he has been messing with them and now that he has the perfect can’t-be-refused opportunity, he turns it down? That is next level spite.

“So what do you want then?” His voice wavers a bit as he asks it and when Nevel’s eyes fall on him, he squirms a little.

The other boy crosses the small distance between them and brushes up against him as he announces, “I want you, Freddy Benson.”

His brain short circuits because gross, Nevel, and also why?

“Deal.”

Sam takes less than thirty seconds to decide as much, and his jaw drops. He looks at Carly, both in shock and for help but she shifts uncomfortably and asks, “For how long?”

“Carly!”

“Two hours. Less time than we spent together the first time we met.” Nevel’s voice is slick and persuasive, and it’s obviously working.

Carly looks at him helplessly and he feels sick to his stomach as she says, “It isn’t that long, Freddy. I had to deal with him on the shame date for longer.”

Nevel interjects and pushes, “Do I have a deal then?”

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

All three people in the room reply with a resounding, ‘no’, in unison.

“Wait-” he says, but the girls are already out the door, which Nevel closes behind them and looks at Freddy who feels empty- there’s a feeling of betrayal that he isn’t sure he knows how to deal with, combined with a dread of being left with Nevel.

“You still lose. iCarly will continue.”

It’s the only thing he can think to say because honestly, he’s confused. Nevel had them, and he gave it up?

The other boy ignores the statement, or maybe starts explaining in a roundabout way.

“I am going to start my own show, iNevel.”

Freddy rolls his eyes. “And you need a tech person.”

“No.”

Freddy blinks. “No?”

“No.” Nevel clarifies. “I need a partner.”

With a delicate finger beckoning, Nevel begins leading him down into the basement.

Freddy hates basements. He hates the one at the apartment, he hates all the ones he has been locked in over the years, he has no reason to suspect he will like this one.

Downstairs is a simple studio, it has none of the bells and whistles that the iCarly studio has. A simple camera, and a stage against an odd brick wall. It’s odd because it’s just there… The wall is in the middle of the room, so it isn’t load bearing. It seems like it was just created for a backdrop. On the wall is a mount of some kind. It looks a bit like a trophy plaque. It’s made of wood, but has nothing on it except three holes arranged in a triangle.

Nevel motions for him to follow around to the back side where there is a seat set very far forward and the three holes.

“Sit.” Nevel commands and Freddy frowns but does. Nevel moves back to the other side of the wall and then the holes get bigger.

“Put your head and feet in.”

Freddy grumbles but he does, a moment later sitting uncomfortably with his head and feet sticking out. He doesn’t think he has ever seen his feet this up-close before. Nevel shifts something and Freddy realizes the plaque opened somehow and is now closed around him.

There is a camera now pointed at them, the light flashing to indicate it is recording.

“Welcome to the first iNevel broadcast where today we have Freddy Benson, the tech wiz of the iCarly channel. Like many of you, I too watch the weekly live streams, and I too have had my fair looks at the feet of the most famous tech nerd in Seattle and like many of you, I also fell in love.”

Freddy’s brain freezes up because what?

“And even though I have them all to myself, I thought it would be better to share them with all of you.”

He notices a monitor set up where he can see the comments section of the stream which is blowing up. They… really like his feet. He feels his toes curl at comments about licking them and worshiping them, but tickling comes up the most often and that makes him cringe.

“So today, we are going to tickle these feet all stream. You post in chat what you want to see, and Freddy will get to pick what happens to his pretty feet.

“This is so messed up,” Freddy groans as the comments continue to fly.

It doesn’t matter what he says though, because it changes nothing.

“Alright Freddy Benson, pick. My fingers on your handsome feet for three minutes, or this brush for one minute?”

Nevel holds up a plastic brush. It’s intimidating, but Freddy growls. Nevel may have him here but he doesn’t have to play along. He isn’t about to make this easy for the punk.

Unfortunately, Nevel seems to have anticipated that and when it becomes clear he isn’t going to get an answer, Nevel’s fingers lay into his feet with no warning. The fingernails aren’t sharp, not like Sam’s when she scratches him, but sharp enough to light up every nerve in his foot as they pass over it, driving Freddy wild.

It feels like it takes forever for the tickling to stop but as soon as it does, Freddy feels the brush make contact and like lightning, starts thrashing and squirming. He tries to kick but the stocks that hold him prevent any movement of his feet other than flicking his soles up and down at the ankles which he does in a desperate but ultimately futile attempt to protect his poor feet from their tickling.

When it stops, he’s gasping for breath as Nevel asks, “Do you want your soles tickled by my fingers for three minutes, or your toes for one?”

“Soles-” Freddy gasps out, not even really thinking about the fact that he is consenting to the tickling just knowing Nevel will go for his toes otherwise and that can’t happen.

He does regret the decision right away though as the nails return to their abuses of his soles. Nevel goes so far as to grab one sole in a headlock and press his thumb and index finger together before drilling into the perfect center of his sole. He can’t even throw his head back to laugh because of the headstock and the total lack of movement adds to the heightened tickling.

“Toes for thirty seconds or brushes for three.”

Freddy pales and Nevel smirks and says, “Tick-tock Freddy Benson. You know what happens if you don’t decide.”

The brush was terrible, but his toes- this is impossible!

“Umm- toes!”

He curses himself the second he says it because Nevel does nor spare his toes at all, going right at them with feverish delight and even though Freddy tries to clench his toes, it isn’t anywhere near enough to dull the sensation to something manageable.

“Tell us a story about your feet, or tell us how you take care of them to keep them so perfectly ticklish.”

Freddy blushes and then says, “I don’t really think I have any stories about them being tickled so I guess I apply lotion before I go to sleep and after I shower.”

Not by choice, another of his mom’s many weird idiosyncrasies. It isn’t just to his feet, it’s everywhere and it does mean he doesn’t have dry skin like other people have to deal with.

“Really? No guy has ever seen these feet and given them a good tickling? What a shame.”

Freddy thinks Nevel might be flirting with him but luckily he isn’t given much time to think about that because the next challenge is up almost right away. “Feather five minutes or brush for three?”

“Feather.”

There is no way a feather is that bad and as Nevel brings the fluffy part down on his sole, Freddy smirks, confident for the first time because he feels it, but it isn’t nearly as ticklish as any of the other things.

His victory is short lived because Nevel flips the feather upside down and goes at him with the point of it which Freddy decides is like a worse finger nail. It’s pointer, and more tickly, there’s only one of them which is a relief but not much of one.

Five minutes of that give Freddy plenty of time to see the error in his ways and it feels like much longer than five minutes. Nevel is also cooing softly to him but Freddy can barely hear over his own laughter which is a mixed blessing.

As soon as it finishes Nevel says, “People must have liked my feather work because it might be back for round two. Feather between your toes for three minutes, or brush under your toes for the same time?”

“Feather?”

At this point he isn’t sure there is a right choice but once the feather saws between his squirming toes, he can’t help but hope this was the right one because that would mean something could tickle worse than this, and Freddy isn’t ready to contemplate that possibility.

Nevel doesn’t even have to do anything fancy… not that Freddy is sure there is a fancy way to tickle someone but Nevel just saws the feather back and forth and that is more than enough to keep Freddy in hysterics with milliseconds of peace when Nevel moves the feather to torture a different pair of toes.

“Brush under your toes for one minute or on your soles for five.”

Freddy groans because he is almost tempted to let it happen to his toes but that would be madness so he reluctantly says, “Soles.”

“Desperate to protect those toes, huh? I can’t wait to get at them more.”

Nevel’s teasing is the least of his worries as the brush bristles assault his soles and Nevel makes sure to cover his whole foot this time, heels up to the balls of his feet. Only his toes escape and while Freddy is happy for that, the rest is pure torture. Especially since Nevel never keeps things predictable, he always targets a new area or changes the speed just enough that any mental prepping Freddy tries to do is totally pointless and the five minutes feel closer to five years.

“Give Nevel ownership to your feet and let him sign them, or five minutes with the brush.” Nevel smirks when he finishes reading and taunts, “I know what I want.”

Freddy grumbles and says, “Sign them.”

“That isn’t it, Freddy Benson. You have something else you need to say.”

He wrinkles his nose and says, “Nevel owns my feet? You are doing what you want with them anyway, so what does it maThEHR!”

“Careful or you’ll make me write it sloppy and then I’ll have to start again.”

Freddy tries his best to hold still but the cool, damp pen tickles- maybe not worse than the brush or the feathers, but different and still terrible. There’s a few moments where Nevel blows puffs of cool air on his sweaty feet that have him ready to jump out of his skin as well. He has no doubt that tomorrow morning when he has to wash the message off that he will feel a rush of shame, but that sounds like a humiliation for later.

“Get your toes kissed, or sucked?”

Because apparently there is still humiliation for today to deal with. He has no idea which he is supposed to pick so Freddy blushes and says, “Kissed I guess.”

It sounds less invasive but Nevel seems all too delighted to work his way down the line and leave a sloppy, wet kiss on each toe which has Freddy giggling and feeling conflicted about not totally hating or being disgusted by the feeling.

It occurs to Freddy how messed up this is, making him pick what form of tickling he has to suffer through. He has to choose, or Nevel will do both, but there is a humiliating level of having input into it at all. Instead of a passive position, he is forced to take an active part in it. He doesn’t want Nevel’s mouth anywhere near his feet, and yet here is choosing to have his toes kissed by his nemesis.

“Fuzz thread? Or lickled?”

Freddy blinks for a moment and then says, “Thread?”

He has no idea what the thread is, but he can only guess which two words are put together to create lickled and he is all too happy to avoid that.

The thread Nevel pulls out is exactly as advertised, pink and fuzzy and for a blissful moment, Freddy fails to understand its true purpose because it doesn’t look like it will be too bad on his soles. And then Nevel laces it between his toes and he realizes what a grace mistake he made, “No- Lickle- lickle!”

But too late the murderous thread slides between his big toe and it’s neighbor and he can hear Nevel taunting him but can’t really make it out because the fluff between his toes sawing back and forth is new levels of maddening.

If he had been curious about what Nevel said, which he isn’t, he ends up getting an answer anyway in the form of Nevel’s warm, wet tongue on his soles and that, combined with the thread, nearly causes him to pass out from sensory overload.

Nevel gives him a break after that and Freddy feels weirdly thankful to his tickler for it because he isn’t sure he could have gone back into another round of it right away. Of course, it doesn’t last nearly long enough and Nevel is quickly giving him the next choice.

“Lotion or oil?”

Freddy frowns and then says, “Lotion?”

He isn’t sure what the point is but judging from Nevel’s look of glee, there is one, or he’s just happy for any excuse to touch Freddy’s feet. He pumps a generous amount into his hand and then starts to massage it into Freddy’s soles, taking more time than Freddy thinks is necessary. Once finished, Nevel continues by asking, “Fingers for five or brush for three?”

Freddy sighs and says, “Brush.” At this point, he figures the shorter tickle challenges he takes, the more chances he has for non tickle ones to pop up and that might keep him sane through all of this.

It’s only after the brush makes contact that he realizes what the point of the lotion is and that he’s made a terrible mistake because if the brush was murder before, the frictionless surface of his now lotioned feet make it doubly so. He had assumed it couldn’t get any worse, but the way the brush just slides across his soles with no effort at all means that it tickles even more and even faster and Freddy is howling but still totally trapped and now more ticklish than ever.

It isn’t even the brush, every tool is far more menacing with the lotion all over his feet and the only minor consolation is Nevel won’t put his mouth on Freddy’s feet over the oil which isn’t much of a prize.

Eventually, he stops paying attention to the options and just picks the first one each time, too tired to try to figure out which will tickle less.

Freddy is nearly hysterical when the stream ends, tears sting the corners of his eyes and sweat has dripped into them, making them sting. He feels the pressure on his ankles and neck let up and he pulls himself out. He reaches for his socks, eager to get them on and get out of this whole, humiliating ordeal when Nevel grabs his hands and leads him over to a couch where he pulls Freddy’s still bare and very tingly feet onto his lap.

“No way- no more tickling.”

The horror of saying the word has worn off after having it done to him for an hour straight but Nevel’s hands grasp his soles and instead start massaging them, leading to a groan of pleasure from Freddy.

“I meant what I said. People will pay good money to see these feet tickled. The stream made several hundred, and I will of course be sending half of it your way.”

Freddy’s eyes widen, both at the amount made, and the fact that Nevel is just giving him a cut.

“I told you. I was looking for a partner, not a tech person.”

He flushes a darker red as Nevel continues.

“I have had a crush on these feet for a long time, and maybe on the boy who owns them.”

Deflecting, Freddy replies, “You would have a crush on yourself.”

It’s awkward to use all of that to escape the idea that Nevel might have a crush on him.

He feels two wet kisses placed on his big toes and turns an even darker shade of red. “On air I might, but I don’t think so off air, at least not until you let me.”

The world is truly a messed up place if Nevel Papperman would be sweet talking him, and Freddy might be falling for it.

“You have a crush on Carly,” he says, hoping to get Nevel to admit this is all bull.

“I did. But then I saw you. At first it was strictly a foot thing but then I realized that you have something she doesn’t have, loyalty. Imagine if you gave that to someone who appreciated it, instead of trading you to me for two hours without more than three minutes of thinking about it?”

“I don’t know that you’ll be loyal.”

“I will prove it. Over time at least. You’ll see.”

Freddy rolls his eyes here and says, “Or I’ll rue it?”

Nevel shrugs. “I can’t say. I have no plans on getting revenge on you if you don’t, but you already know how appreciated you are by your friends.”

Freddy doesn’t have a reply to that. Nevel massages his feet until the phantom tickles are finally gone, he talks a bit, not seeming to mind that Freddy gives no replies. Some of it is about Freddy and is cute feet, which is awkward. Some of it is about things he realized he admired about Freddy, which is more awkward because it’s compliments no one has ever given to him. Mostly it’s idle chatter about nothing in particular and it’s strange that Freddy is more at ease here, knowing he can just relax and Sam isn’t going to come attack him or Carly isn’t going to need his help in some scheme.

Nevel lets him out shortly after and the whole way home, he thinks it all over in his head.

iNeveliNeveliNeveliNeveliNeveliNeveliNeveliNeveliNeveliNeveliNeveliNevel

Freddy, sweaty but happy glances at the camera, his feet are currently being tickled, and he’s exhausted but they are over seven hours into the tickle live stream. Nevel’s set up a monitor so Freddy can watch the comments, something he’s come to love doing. It’s beyond anything he’s ever imagined, but honestly, he wishes it had happened sooner.

Danny Phantom Halloween Special

Danny wrinkles his nose at the ‘organic’ candy Sam hands out to trick or treaters. He told her to at least hand out candy corn because it has to be healthy, it has corn in the name! Instead, she went off on a tangent about how… whatever it is she’s handing out is better for kids. It seems pointless to remind her that Halloween is about being unhealthy.

A chill creeps up his back and a puff of gas escapes his mouth. He groans, helping Sam run the a stall at the school’s trick or treat function was not his dream Halloween but they were supposed to pick up Tucker and watch scary movies together after and that is going to be a lot of fun. Now some ghost is going to ruin that. He taps Sam on the shoulder so she can give him some cover. Once changed, he sets off in search of the ghost.

It doesn’t take him long to find a cowboy riding on a skeletal horse, holding a plastic pumpkin head in one hand.

Youngblood, scaring candy givers and takers alike as his horse leaves trails of blue fire.

Danny heaves an annoyed sigh as he settles down in front of the ghostly child. Youngblood glances at him and says, “All I wanted was to trick or treat but these guys are all scared of me! It’s so unfair. These party poopers always ruin everything!”

With a shriek of rage, Youngblood’s eyes glow and Danny shouts, “Wait. Wait!”

Youngblood, eyes still glowing, faces him expectantly.

“We can make a deal. You don’t freak out, and in exchange…” He starts to hesitate, not sure what the ghost wants that he can safely offer.

“In exchange, you play with me!”

There’s a gleam in Youngblood’s eye that promises problems, but at the risk of a town leveling temper tantrum, Danny agrees, with one condition.

“Without lasers!”

“Nope. No lasers at all.” Youngblood says in a sing-song voice.

They fly to Youngblood’s ship, ominously moored over the city. Once on board, Youngblood disappears and returns, brown leather jacket and robbers mask having replaced his old costume. He pushes clothes into Danny’s hands, a sheriff’s costume. This seems… okay. It goes on over his black jumpsuit easily enough.

And then Youngblood attacks him.

Attack might be too strong a word… one minute Danny is fixing a sheriff’s star to his new coat, the next he has a ghostly lasso wrapped around him too tightly to get off.

“Yer not welcome around these parts, Sheriff.”

“I think that’s my line.”

Youngblood glares at him and hisses, “Stay in character.”

“Umm I think that’s my line, bandit?”

Youngblood’s smirk returns as he says, “Nope. I think it’s mine, but since you came here. You’re going to give me the combination to the bank safe!”

Warming up to his role Danny replies, “Never. You’ll have to take it from me!”

“I plan to.” Youngblood’s smirk now has a hint of malice to it and Danny wonders how smart of an idea this was as the ghostly boy lands, the lasso moves, forcing Danny to sit down so they are more or less eye level. Youngblood advances and continues in character, “Say Sheriff, you wouldn’t happen to be ticklish would you?”

Danny gulps but a glare from Youngblood has him reply, “If you think I’ll give up the combination cause of a little tickling, you’re mistaken.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say!” a way too excited Young blood shot back, instantly sending shivers down Danny’s spine.

What has he gotten himself into?

With little time to ponder his predicament, Danny finds himself knotted up in a position much more suited for cattle.

“Uh...I’m not sure I like where this is going...”

With Youngblood too caught up in his game to notice the response, the boy plunges his stubby fingers deep into the teen’s, defenseless sides.

“Gauaahhh,wahahahahit!!” Danny bellows, momentarily halting the ghost child’s assault.

“Don’t tell me you’re throwing in the towel already, law man?” Youngblood ridicules with a raised eyebrow.”

“In your dreams, convict. I'd never surrender to an outlaw!” Even Danny is surprised by the response wondering if his survival skills are somehow totally defective.

“Haha I knew you’d be one tough cookie to crack, Sheriff,” thrilled with his game the mischievous ghost boy quickly gets back to work, diving deep into his captive’s compromised torso.

“AAAAHHHHH, NOHOHOHO,” was all the ‘Sheriff’ could muster.

“Ahh no? Well that doesn't sound like no combination to me,” Youngblood mocked as he grabbed handfuls of Danny’s scrawny sides, kneading them as if he were doing laundry.

Danny thought to rattle off a random set of numbers in hopes of ending his ordeal, but he struggled to formulate anything other than laughter as Youngblood continued his relentless assault.

Just then, Youngblood’s chubby digits began to slip past Danny’s tender sides threatening to torment his flat, unsuspecting tummy, which had only managed to avoid most of the onslaught thanks to his positioning.

Sensing the attack, Danny begins to buck like a powerful rebellious steed. “NOHOHOHOHO, COME ONNN!”

Youngblood holds on tightly tickling every step of the way, “YEEEEEHAWWWW!” he exclaimed, adding further humiliation to the older boy’s endless suffering.

Struggling proves futile however, with Youngblood gaining the upper hand swiftly. The ghost boy uses his leverage to quickly hoist Danny into the proper position, working over his previously untouched, toned belly with a childish disregard for his captive’s sanity.

Danny is nothing more than an instrument in his captor’s grasp as each poke produces streams of different tickly melodies from his lips, but none sounding like the combination Youngblood claimed to be looking for.

“Aaaahaaahahalllrriighhtt!!” Danny pleads. “I surrender, I’ll give YOHOHOHOO the combination!” His face a bright red mess of sweat and tears he begins to prattle off numbers hoping they’ll be his salvation .

Expecting his intimidate release, Danny is taken aback when Youngblood first mimes himself putting in a combination before declaring it wrong then stating “Oohohoho, you sly dog you, I should’ve expected a wrong combination!”

Danny’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Now it’s time to play my favorite game, tic..tac...TOES!”

“Youngblood!”

His boots disappear off his feet, seemingly at the behest of his eternally young tormentor and several ghostly feathers float up, dripping ectoplasmic green ink.

They rise up to his feet and slowly, with agonizing tickling, draw a massive tic tac toe board over each of his feet.

“If I win three games, you tell me what I want. If you win, I’ll let you go, maybe.”

“That doesn’t seem fair!” Danny giggles out in the aftermath of the first taste of foot tickling. The ink on his soles feels funny and he doesn’t like it but he has more things to worry about.

“Doesn’t matter. I'll go first!” The ghostly quill draws a big circle on the center of his heel arch, causing him to giggle and try to kick but his legs are now bound tighter leaving him unable to do that.”

“Your turn!”

Just as Danny is about to say he can’t see the game, a ghostly image of it appears in front of him and he says glumly, “Bottom right.” He then braces himself as the tickling starts again.

He cackles madly as an ‘x’ is drawn on the side of his heel.

Youngblood and him place several more marks, each one tickling more than the last until the tiny ghost crows, “I win!”

As if to add insult to ticklery, a line is drawn across the winning shapes on Danny’s feet, causing more laughter from the teenage ghost.

“Next game! Careful, Sheriff, I’m going to beat you soon! It’s be a shame if our game ends too quickly.”

Youngblood's tone has Danny assuming that if the ghost is unsatisfied, he’ll pretend it’s a wrong combo again. Danny frowns trying to remember how Tucker always beats him when they play in class.

His musings are cut short when another circle is drawn on the center of Danny’s other arch. It doesn’t tickle any less than the last time, actually it might tickle a little more since he wasn’t ready for it, but now Danny is ready. He calls out the same move again but he has a plan in mind this time.

Youngblood places his next move and then Danny calls his next one, and puts Youngblood in a trap. He sees an annoyed look cross the boy’s face as his opponent realizes what happened.

“Well played, Sheriff.” The ghost child’s voice is anything but congratulatory. “Guess we’d better reset for the next rounds.”

Danny frowns about to ask what needs to be done when two brushes start floating in front of his feet.

“Wait-”

Any plea he might make is cut off by the scrubbing which leaves him in hysterics and pleading, “EhEhEHAStAHAHap!”

“Sorry, we have to continue our game somehow.”

He doesn’t sound the least bit apologetic as his face is split with a huge grin. Danny howls as the firm bristles scrub up and down his soles, leaving him laughing maniacally, especially when the bristles bully their way under his toes to clean the pads and undersides of the green ink.

Danny is panting and exhausted as the brushes disappear and are replaced instead by the feathers, redrawing the boards. He’s too tired at this point to do more than squirm a little and giggle.

As they start playing, he realizes Youngblood is cheating, the boy moving their circles and ‘x’s around to favor him.

“You’re cheHEating.” He jumps a little when a circle is drawn

“Am not.”

“AHAre ToHo!”

Youngblood smirks instead of getting angry and replies, “You must be going crazy from the tickling. I’m not cheating, but I did win again! That makes two for me. One more and you have to tell me the combo!”

Danny watches as the ghost takes the first move again and he plays the game out, but it’s pointless, Youngblood cheats but Danny isn’t trying anyway.

“Now then Sheriff, what's that combo?”

Danny rattles off a series of numbers and hopes Youngblood will take it. Once again the childish ghost mimes entering the combination and this time, Danny heaves a sigh of relief as Youngblood flings open the imaginary door and says, “There now. I knew you could be reasonable.”

The ropes fall away and Danny’s boots reappear on his feet.

“This was fun! You should come back and play again some time.”

Danny groans at just the thought but considering Youngblood seems in a good enough mood to not fire on the city, he’ll take it. Instead, the young ghost lets him leave and once off the ship, it disappears. Danny returns in time to help Sam finish packing up. They grab Tucker and meet at the Fenton house.

A half hour later, popcorn is made and TV is on, they’re stretched out lazily to watch when he starts giggling, his soles tingling suddenly. He tries scratching through his socks but from giggling, it grows into laughter while Sam and Tucker watch him confused.

“Danny what’s wrong?

“The movie’s bad but it isn’t that funny.”

Tingling turns to the feeling of dozens of tickling feathers passing over his soles, maddening and getting stronger by the moment and he realizes he never had the ectoplasm ink scrubbed off after the second round.

He rips his socks off, the glowing goo shine on his soles as he continues laughing.

“BrAHusHeS!” He yells out hoping one of his friends is able to find them for him.

Sam and Tucker jump up and run in opposite directions as he rubs his feet on the floor hoping for any relief but it doesn’t come, not until he can get the plasm off better which will undoubtably involve more tickling. Throwing his head back he laughs out,

“YoHOhuNgBlOhohOad!”

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Across town, the young ghost smirks at the angry laughter and says to his assistant, “You didn’t think it would work.”

The skeletal horse watches the direction the laughter is coming from as he replies, “I didn’t. I don’t think he’ll want to come back and play with you again after this.”

“Maybe not. But this was a great trick for Halloween!”

13 Reasons to Tickle Part 6

Monty pauses in the locker room, he’s just finished a post practice shower but he can’t help stopping to look at his toes as he wiggles them. It’s stupid, and gay, but the past week, he’s thought more about his feet than ever, and more about tickling.

Fucking Justin.

This is his fault.

The few seconds Justin had tickled his feet were- nice?

Gay.

He can hear his father saying it in the back of his head. Well, it’s nicer than what his dad is saying and yet, it was? He doesn’t remember being tickled as a kid. If anyone did it, it would have been Abuelo who died when he was four. Sure, he knew it was something that happened. He even knew a lot about it. Justin was incurably ticklish, he knew that before tickling him senseless. He also knows Bryce is ticklish and that the topic is strictly off limits, and he only knows it from a few drunk girlfriends who tickled Bryce and then talked about it. Jeff is ticklish and has engaged in tickle fights in front of them with Leila.

There’s also some weird rumor going around about Clay Jensen and tickling and he doesn’t know and doesn’t want to know what that is all about.

So yea, Monty knows about tickling. Probably knows more about how ticklish the guys are than most people know about their friends just cause he listens but he’s never thought of himself engaging in it or being ticklish. Justin was… gentle. It tickled and was annoying and if Justin ever said something, Monty would deny it and make good on his threat, but…

“If you think any harder, you’ll burn a hole in the floor.”

He looks up and Diego takes a seat next to him, freshly showered and dressed, probably waiting on him for a ride.

“Yea,” he replies, slipping his feet in a pair of slides and hauling his bag up. He can’t help noticing Diego’s feet dressed similarly and sneaking peeks at them.

Apparently he isn’t very subtle though cause when they get in the car and drive out of the lot Diego says, “So feet?”

His brain short circuits and he babbles for a moment before Diego says, “I kind of saw you checking mine out. It’s cool. Just surprised me.”

Collecting himself, he scoffs and says, “I’m not. And that’s gay.”

They stop at a red light and Diego, son a bitch that he is, actually puts his feet up on the dashboard and Monty tries not to look, but he can’t help it.

The idiot moves them when the light changes and prompts, “Nothing wrong with gay. So, when did you find out?”

Monty grunts but Diego is persistent if nothing else and at the next red light they are back up on the dash.

“Week ago. Bryce’s party.”

“Cool. So when we get back to my place, what do you want to do? Is this a worship thing? Or do you just want to look at them? You tell me.”

“Wha-”

Diego offers a smile, the same one that has girls swoon for him and says, “You didn’t think I’d make you figure this all out on your own did you?”

He did. Not necessarily because of Diego but cause he usually assumes he’ll have to figure anything out on his own. Still, Diego’s offer is… nice? Monty wouldn’t trust anyone else but Diego? Diego he can trust.

“Tickling?”

He’s mortified to actually say it. Hearing it spoken out loud instead of in his head is somehow utterly humiliating and immediately his jaw snaps shut, almost biting his tongue literally.

Diego’s feet rub together awkwardly and Monty can’t help but think how cute they are doing that, dark brown tops sliding past a lighter mocha colored bottoms - fuck-

“Shit. Well I guess I did volunteer. Just don’t be mad if I kick you.”

“I-” his voice cracks and he flushes again and then mutters.

“I didn’t catch that.” Diego says.

Monty almost snaps at him for making him repeat it but he didn’t say it very loud… for a good reason… he tries again.

“I want you to tickle me.”

“Oh…” There’s a moment of awkwardness before Diego recovers the situation and says with a cheeky smirk, “Well, I will be mad at you if you kick me.”

Monty chuckles, it’s nervous, but his heart is pounding. They arrive at Diego’s and go in. Shoes off at the door has always been a rule in the Torres house. It always did… something to Monty, but he never really understood the rush of butterflies. Now he guesses he has his answer. Fucking Justin.

They have the house to themselves for at least an hour before Diego’s mom gets back and Diego wastes no time bringing Monty to his bedroom in the back of the little house.

It’s familiar enough territory except that when they get in, Diego pushes him back on a bed and Monty can’t help quipping, “I hope you don’t treat the ladies like this when you bring them around.”

Diego, now at his feet, gives him another smirk and says, “Usually they get to tickle me, it’s nice to be on the giving end.”

Monty’s brain can’t exactly figure out what to do with that information, he can see Diego’s feet, beautiful-

An iron grip tightens around an ankle as Diego says, “Eyes over here, Romeo.”

Monty’s eyes slide up to his best friend’s face. Diego looks confident as he says, “I’m going to tickle the crap out of you, and I’m not going to stop unless you give me a safe word, better figure out what that is now.”

“I don’t need a safe word.” He fires back. It’s fucking tickling. It’s-

Dull nails scrap across his sole and he howls with immediate laughter. The feeling is indescribable. When Justin did it, it was light, easy, fun.

This is ruthless and Monty’s body moves on its own trying to escape the tickling. Diego keeps it up for a minute, but to Monty it feels like an eternity before he stops and says, “So want to reevaluate that comment?”

Monty grumbles and says, “Football.”

Diego gives a crooked grin and says, “Alright. So I’m going to start up again and I won’t stop till you say ‘football’.”

Monty nods, his toes curling in anticipation but Diego doesn’t give him much time cause the other teen puts his ankles in a head lock and lays into them.

Starting at the heels, the Dominican scrapes his dull nails at the skin, and fuck is it effective! Monty’s feet squirm all over in vain attempts to get out but there’s no escape to be had. Diego’s grip is too solid and the other boy says, “Is this what the tough guy wanted? Someone to take control of his big feet and tickle him like a little boy?”

And fuck, that is somehow the hottest thing Monty has ever heard.

After several more minutes, Diego pauses for a moment and says, “Is this okay?”

He nods, toes curled but says, “Can you uh, do the dirty talk again?”

Diego pauses for a moment, obviously surprised and then says, “Is there anything you want me to say?”

Monty feels his face heating up even more and replies, “I just- I dunno I-.” It’s hot but he isn’t exactly sure what it is hot.

Diego gives him a bemused look and Monty looks away and says, “Forget it. It was gay as fuck anyway.”

“Hey.” Diego scolds. His voice is firm, commanding which prompts Monty to look back at him, “That’s your dad talking. Ignore him. Do what you want. And if it’s a little gay, I don’t mind.”

Monty is stunned and Diego continues.

“So if you want your dirty talk, you’ll get it.”

The stunned silence continues but this time, it’s a warm feeling along with it. Monty- no one has ever given him the choice to do what he wants.

Diego doesn’t let him dwell on it too long though because before long, his ankles are back in the headlock and the tickling resumes. This time, Diego walks his fingers around Monty’s soles in random patterns. The ticking is little more than pokes here and there and Monty is mostly giggling. He’s confused until Diego says in a low, sultry voice, “You wanted to go pro? On these feet? These feet only serve the purpose of getting tickled while you laugh your pretty head off.”

Fuck. It’s goofy and over the top and said in the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever heard.

Diego is on a roll now with the dirty talk and says, “I think these big feet have always known they deserved this.”

Monty’s head is tossed back and tears have started to prick the corners of his eyes but Diego doesn’t stop. In fact, the other teen is ruthless, his dull nails destroy Monty and Monty… loves every second of it.

He lets Diego keep going as the other boy changes to different tactics, each one new and exciting but Monty is running out of breath and has to call out “football” between laughs.

Diego stops and lets him rest, after several moments, the other teen says, “So, is there anything else you want to do?”

Monty frowns trying to think when he again catches sight of Diego’s own handsome pair. “Think I can have a try at yours?”

Diego’s eyes widen and Monty pushes, “You are supposed to be helping me experiment.”

With a wry smile Diego replies, “You sure know how to get what you want. Switch with me.”

Monty ends up crouched on the floor with Diego’s feet within easy reach. Tentatively, he reaches forward and lays a hand on each ankle. His fingers trace along the tops, surprised by how warm and smooth they are. A glance up at Diego shows the other teen has a grin on his face, nervous for the first time, instead of cocky. Monty thinks he likes it and decides to really fuck with his friend.

“You told me Dominicans don’t play football. Maybe because their feet are too ticklish?”

There’s the obvious truth that Monty’s feet are super ticklish as well and it has nothing to do but the nervous laugh Diego gives makes him even cuter and Monty can’t resist digging into the meaty soles.

As much as he liked being tickled, he finds he enjoys doing it at least as much. Diego’s feet squirming under his fingers and there’s a power trip to it. He felt it with Justin, but it’s even stronger here and he can’t resist teasing, “Yep, ticklish Dominican feet definitely keep them from playing football.”

“FuAHahCKOAHahFF!”

The response has him laughing as he goes in deeper before pausing and asking, “Do you mind if I uhh amp it up?”

Diego pants, “Amp up the tickling? It can get worse?”

“Probably.”

Diego waves a hand motioning for Monty to go and bringing the brown foot up to his face, he laps at the arch. Diego squeals and Monty is satisfied with continuing. The warm skin under his fingers felt amazing, it’s even better under his tongue. After giving both feet a good tongue bath, he nibbles at the sides, provoking Diego to break free and Monty narrowly avoids a kick to the jaw.

Smirking, he says, “Your feet are stupid ticklish.”

Diego, seizing the freedom of his feet, pulls them back and says, “You might be stupid for tickling them.” There’s a levity to his voice so Monty takes no offense and smirks harder when Diego gripes, “I need another shower,” Reaching into his bag, he pulls out a towel and starts wiping his feet off and Monty can’t help but think the sight is hot as well. Diego’s feet glistening with his saliva, being toweled dry, Diego’s soft giggles indicating a level of phantom tickles remaining. Actually… he can’t help thinking Diego is pretty good looking.

He tries to drown that thought out by concentrating on the warm, carmel soles but that really doesn’t help.

“So, how was it?”

“Huh?”

“The experiment. How was it? Mission accomplished?”

It’s on the tip of his tongue to say yes, but just as he opens his mouth to say so, he clamps it shut. If he says yes, does he lose Diego’s feet? He’s not sure he’s ready to give them up. He’s only tickled them once- and if he says yes, will Diego ever tickle him again? He would hate for this to be a one and done thing.

“I dunno. I’ll probably want to- experiment with a few other things.”

Diego raises an eyebrow and gets down on the floor, closer to Monty than friends usually sit.

“You know this doesn’t have to be a one and done thing right? Even if you did accomplish everything, we could do this again sometime.”

Monty’s mouth is dry as he asks, “Promise?”

Diego nods and says cheekily, “I need payback after all, that was some bullshit.”

For a second, Monty thinks he feels something but the door opens and Mrs. Torres announces, “I’m home!”

They pull apart and Diego clears his throat, Monty looks away, accidentally at Diego’s feet, toes curled cutely.

“In here. Can Monty stay for dinner?”

“Monty’s here? Of course he can!”

Diego stands up and offers Monty a hand, hauling him to his feet a moment later and there’s a silent agreement that a lot more needs to be said… but it can wait.