Four guys were playing football. There was Patrick, who had blonde hair and he was the quintessential image of a jock: he was tall, muscular, cocky, brazen, considered himself the center of the universe. There was Jacob, who was Patrick's younger brother by four years. And two of their best friends: Michael and Erin.
After their football game the guys decided to go to Michael's house and play Street Fighter. They took off their shoes before going inside, which was Michael's rule. They settled down in the living room and fired up the game console. Jake and Mike played first, while Erin and Patrick awaited their turn. On a whim, Patrick turned sideways on the couch and rested his huge, socked feet on Erin's lap. His white cotton socks were damp with sweat, and they clung to the shape of his feet.
"Get yer big, stinkin' feet outta my face, Blondie," Erin said as he pushed Patrick's feet away.
"Go on, sniff 'em! Ya know ya want to," Patrick replied teasingly, and he lifted his left foot up to poor Erin's face, and wiggled his toes.
"That's it, you asked for it," Erin said, and he wrapped both his arms tightly around Patrick's ankles, restraining them in a kind of head lock. At this point, both Mike and Jake had paused their game and were watching with interest the scuffle between Erin and Patrick.
"Mike, grab his arms," Erin commanded. "And Jake, go get some rope!"
Mike ran over and restrained Patrick's arms while Jake ran to the garage to get some rope. Patrick struggled half-heartedly against his captors.
"Get the hell off me, you little shits," Patrick commanded.
"Make us," Erin retorted.
Jake returned with some soft cotton rope and a couple bungee cords.
"Let's tie this cocky bastard up," Erin said boldly.
Erin and Mike held Patrick down while Jake tied him up. Truth be told, Patrick could have successfully resisted and escaped the grasp of his captors BEFORE they had the chance to render him helpless with rope; but he was having as much fun playing the captive as Erin, Mike, and Jake were having as playing the captors. Patrick's ankles were tied first, using several loops of rope. Then Mike and Erin held his arms behind his back as Jake bound his wrists together. After making sure that their captive's bonds were snug and secure, they brought him down to the carpet and laid him on his belly. Then Erin took a bungee and used it to connect Patrick's bound hands to his bound feet. And voila! Patrick was now in a proper hog-tie, completely helpless, his socked feet in the air.
Erin, Mike, and Jake congratulated each other and gave each other high-fives as Patrick struggled uselessly against his bonds.
"You little douche-bags," Patrick said.
"Aww, I think Blondie realizes that he's in trouble," Mike taunted.
"You bet he does," Erin agreed. "Now, what shall we do with this cocky prick?"
Erin went over to Patrick's bound feet, peeled the sock off Patrick's right foot, and dangled it at Patrick's nose.
"Take a whiff, Blondie," Erin taunted.
The captive shook his head back and forth, trying to keep his own smelly sock out of contact with his face. Meanwhile, Jake knelt at his older brother's bound feet, one of which was now bare. Jake slowly dragged the tip of his index finger in a straight line up the length of Patrick's bare foot, from heel to toes. Patrick yelped and scrunched up his toes. Pleased by this reaction, Jake continued this slow, teasing, single-finger method on his brother's smooth, tender sole, this time continuously: up and down, up and down, up and down. At this point, Patrick was alternately giggling and grunting, struggling against his bonds to no avail.
When Jake grew tired of the light teasing, he removed the captive's other sock and began a fierce full-scale ticklish assault. This time, he employed all ten devilish fingers in the torment of his bro's helpless bare feet, really digging his fingertips into the soft soles and exploring between toes.
Patrick roared: "A-HA HA HA HAAA NOOOOOO STOP STOP PLEEEEASE OH GOD HA HA HA!!!!!!!"
"Hey, I want some fun too," Mike said, and Jake allowed him to take up his post at Patrick's feet. Mike tried a combination of his own tactics on the soles, as well as the ones he observed Jake use. Mike slowely rotated the tips of his index fingers in circular motion upon the heels, then dragging them up and down the arches, then back and forth horizontally upon the spongey area just beneath the toes. Patrick at this stage was hysterical, howling with convulsive laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks:
"HA HA HA HAAAAA HEE HA STOP OH GOD STOP I GIVE UP HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAA!"
After their football game the guys decided to go to Michael's house and play Street Fighter. They took off their shoes before going inside, which was Michael's rule. They settled down in the living room and fired up the game console. Jake and Mike played first, while Erin and Patrick awaited their turn. On a whim, Patrick turned sideways on the couch and rested his huge, socked feet on Erin's lap. His white cotton socks were damp with sweat, and they clung to the shape of his feet.
"Get yer big, stinkin' feet outta my face, Blondie," Erin said as he pushed Patrick's feet away.
"Go on, sniff 'em! Ya know ya want to," Patrick replied teasingly, and he lifted his left foot up to poor Erin's face, and wiggled his toes.
"That's it, you asked for it," Erin said, and he wrapped both his arms tightly around Patrick's ankles, restraining them in a kind of head lock. At this point, both Mike and Jake had paused their game and were watching with interest the scuffle between Erin and Patrick.
"Mike, grab his arms," Erin commanded. "And Jake, go get some rope!"
Mike ran over and restrained Patrick's arms while Jake ran to the garage to get some rope. Patrick struggled half-heartedly against his captors.
"Get the hell off me, you little shits," Patrick commanded.
"Make us," Erin retorted.
Jake returned with some soft cotton rope and a couple bungee cords.
"Let's tie this cocky bastard up," Erin said boldly.
Erin and Mike held Patrick down while Jake tied him up. Truth be told, Patrick could have successfully resisted and escaped the grasp of his captors BEFORE they had the chance to render him helpless with rope; but he was having as much fun playing the captive as Erin, Mike, and Jake were having as playing the captors. Patrick's ankles were tied first, using several loops of rope. Then Mike and Erin held his arms behind his back as Jake bound his wrists together. After making sure that their captive's bonds were snug and secure, they brought him down to the carpet and laid him on his belly. Then Erin took a bungee and used it to connect Patrick's bound hands to his bound feet. And voila! Patrick was now in a proper hog-tie, completely helpless, his socked feet in the air.
Erin, Mike, and Jake congratulated each other and gave each other high-fives as Patrick struggled uselessly against his bonds.
"You little douche-bags," Patrick said.
"Aww, I think Blondie realizes that he's in trouble," Mike taunted.
"You bet he does," Erin agreed. "Now, what shall we do with this cocky prick?"
Erin went over to Patrick's bound feet, peeled the sock off Patrick's right foot, and dangled it at Patrick's nose.
"Take a whiff, Blondie," Erin taunted.
The captive shook his head back and forth, trying to keep his own smelly sock out of contact with his face. Meanwhile, Jake knelt at his older brother's bound feet, one of which was now bare. Jake slowly dragged the tip of his index finger in a straight line up the length of Patrick's bare foot, from heel to toes. Patrick yelped and scrunched up his toes. Pleased by this reaction, Jake continued this slow, teasing, single-finger method on his brother's smooth, tender sole, this time continuously: up and down, up and down, up and down. At this point, Patrick was alternately giggling and grunting, struggling against his bonds to no avail.
When Jake grew tired of the light teasing, he removed the captive's other sock and began a fierce full-scale ticklish assault. This time, he employed all ten devilish fingers in the torment of his bro's helpless bare feet, really digging his fingertips into the soft soles and exploring between toes.
Patrick roared: "A-HA HA HA HAAA NOOOOOO STOP STOP PLEEEEASE OH GOD HA HA HA!!!!!!!"
"Hey, I want some fun too," Mike said, and Jake allowed him to take up his post at Patrick's feet. Mike tried a combination of his own tactics on the soles, as well as the ones he observed Jake use. Mike slowely rotated the tips of his index fingers in circular motion upon the heels, then dragging them up and down the arches, then back and forth horizontally upon the spongey area just beneath the toes. Patrick at this stage was hysterical, howling with convulsive laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks:
"HA HA HA HAAAAA HEE HA STOP OH GOD STOP I GIVE UP HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAA!"
