Ticklishboy30
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“Dad, will you vote for the lighthouse restoration project?”
“Rhyan I told you already it’s not in the state’s best interest.
The majority is all for tearing it down and using the land for
something better.” “But…” “No more buts I have made my decision.
I will see you later tonight.” “Yes sir.” Rhyan slammed the phone
down and tried to calm down. “I can’t believe Dad shot me down
when his figures are wrong.” Rhyan said to his best friend and
political ally Jaycen.
“Well we can’t fight the lobbyists. Not until you’re in an office.”
Jaycen said as he mixed Rhyan and himself a beam and coke.
“I know and as long as the big businesses control the city we can’t win.”
Rhyan said as he popped a dvd in their player from the last family get
together. “Damn, I wish we had something we could use as leverage to
sway your Dad’s vote.” “I know, but… Hey what just happened go back.”
Rhyan walked up to really look at the screen. “What’s your idea Rhy?”
Rhyan showed Jaycen what he was looking at.
Someone had captured a playful wrestling match between Rhyan’s Dad
and his twin brother Mark. At one point his Dad had Mark in a choke hold
until Mark reached back and tickled Mike’s sides. Suddenly it had become
a tickle fight between the two with Mike losing to Mark. “Oh shit no way
Dad’s freakin’ ticklish as hell.” Rhyan started laughing to himself.
“Ah I see what you’re getting at. It just might work.” “Yeah if I can get to
Dad before he tickles me.” Rhyan was starting to form a plan as he finished
his drink.
“Well now you know where your ticklishness comes from.” Jaycen said
smiling as he started wiggling his fingers towards Rhyan. “Don’t you dare.
Don’t forget you’re ticklish too.” Rhyan growled as he faced Jaycen.
“Ok I won’t for now. Besides I have to get back home. I need some sleep.”
Jaycen said as he gathered his stuff. “Be careful, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Rhyan got up and gave his friend a hug and walked him out. “Now how do
I ambush Dad?” Rhyan thought to himself as he walked back to the house.“
The next morning Rhyan woke up at 5 a.m. and went to his Dad’s room.
He quietly opened the door to look inside and heard his Dad’s snores filling
the room. “Damn Dad’s a loud sleeper. It’s now or never.” Rhyan went back
to his room and grabbed some rope. He snuck back into his Dad’s room and
started tying his feet and wrists to the bed. “It’s lucky Dad’s a light sleeper
or I’d be so dead.” Rhyan thought as he made sure his Dad wouldn’t get free.
Rhyan closed the door and went to make some coffee. An hour later he returned
to see his Dad still sleeping.
“Won’t save the lighthouse huh? We’ll see about that.” Rhyan decided it was time
to start his Dad’s torture. “Dad it’s time to get up.” Rhyan slowly dragged his index
fingers up and down the center of his Dad’s bare feet. “HehahehaHey what the hell…”
His Dad started giggling and twitching as he jolted awake and realized he couldn’t move.
“Who did… Rhyan!! What the hell is going on? Why am I tied up? Did you do this?”
Mike angrily asked his son. “Yes I tied you up. You need to vote your conscious and
save that lighthouse.” Mike started struggling against the rope.
“This is unethical you can’t tie me up to force me to vote your way.” “Dad that
lighthouse has a ton of supporters. We want to see it restored and in use again.”
“I will never vote for that especially after you’ve done this. Now you untie me right
now or else.” “Dad you’re really in no position to threaten me with anything. Also I
think I can make you change your mind.” Rhyan said as he approached his Dad
cracking his knuckles menacingly. “You’re crazy I’m your father. You will do as I…
Hehahehaheha. Hey stop that. Hehahehahe.” Mike started giggling and wiggling
his toes as Rhyan started lightly tickling his helpless soles with his fingertips.
“Um what’s that Dad? I couldn’t make out what you were saying.” Rhyan started
using a little more pressure as he lightly stroked his nails along the soft feet.
“Hahehaheha Stop that shit now. Hehahehahehahe This is so fucked up I can’t
believe you’re doinghehahehaheha this.” Mike was starting to laugh louder and
was struggling to break free. “What’s wrong Dad? Are you a little ticklish there?
All you have to do is save the lighthouse and I’ll stop.” Rhyan was beginning to
really enjoy having his Dad at his mercy. “Hehahehahehahe. You’re in so much
trouble when I get free. You’ll never get elected for shit boy.” Mike was starting
to sweat from the constant tickling on his bare soles.
“Dad I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you. This can get much worse.” Rhyan pulled
back Mike’s toes and raked a hairbrush across the taut skin. “Ahhehaheha. Shit no
don’t hehahehaheha do that. I’m fuckin’ ticklish as hell on my feet.” Mike’s laughter
got even louder and higher in pitch as he was thrashing and trying to escape the
torture. “I never knew you were ticklish Dad. This is so totally awesome. Hey, are
you ticklish here?” Rhyan asked as he lightly tickled under his Dad’s knees with one
hand and gently squeezed the knee caps with the other one.
“No hehahehaha Shit not there I’m too freakin’ ticklish. Please no more it tickles.”
Mike was trying to kick as he was flinging sweat everywhere. “C’mon Dad you’re
tough enough to handle a little tickling aren’t you? If you want it to stop, save the
lighthouse.” Rhyan was really having fun watching his Dad go nuts. “You little shit.
I’ll never save that damn lighthouse. As soon as I get free I’m burning it down myself.
Stop tickling me now.” Mike was really going crazy with laughter as he tried to
withstand the tickles.
“I see I’m going to have to step this up some more.” Wiggling his fingers in front
of Mike; Rhyan slowly crept closer to his Dad’s bare sides. “Hehaheha. Oh c’mon Rhy,
give your Dad a break. My hands have been tied on this issue. Um I guess figuratively
and now literally.” Mike was trying to reason with his son to be set free. “Dad, you can
do whatever you want you’re the governor.” Rhyan’s wiggling fingers made contact with
his Dad’s quivering sides. “Ahhehahehahe. Oh shit I can’t take this it’s too ticklish.”
Mike started screaming with high pitched laughter from Rhyan’s new assault on his
super ticklish upper body.
“Hehahehaheha. Oh my God make it stop please I’m dying here.” Mike was soaked
with sweat as he thrashed from side to side. “Dad just vote to save the lighthouse
and all this will be over. Why make this harder than it has to be?” Rhyan started
switching between tickling his Dad’s sides and between his ribs. “Ahhehahehaheha
You’re killing me hehaheha I can’t make that vote. Hehahehahehaha Please no more
I’m begging you have mercy.” Mike was starting to really lose it. He hadn’t been tickled
so much in his life. “I really hate doing this Dad, you leave me no choice.”
Rhyan with full force dug all his fingers in the hollows of his sweat soaked pits.
“Ahhhehaheha. Fuck not that, don’t tickle there. This is so un manly. Please I’m
begging you stoppp.” Mike was starting to go into silent laughter getting hoarse
from all the screaming laughter. His psyche was completely destroyed he had to
make the tickling stop. Rhyan continued to tickle his Dad for another twenty minutes
before Mike finally broke.
“Ok ok you win. I’ll vote to save the damn lighthouse. Stop tickling me.”
“You promise? You’re not just saying that to get me to let you go?” Mike was panting
and trying to compose himself. “Yes I’ll take the heat and support the project.
The lobbyists can’t possibly be worse than this.” Rhyan untied his Dad and sat
beside him. “Are you mad at me Dad? I’m sorry I resorted to tickling you. It’s just
that lighthouse is so important to me and everyone who wants to save it.” “I know
Rhy I’ll figure out something to bargain with.” “So no hard feelings?” Rhyan asked
as his Dad gave him a hug. “Of course not you did what you had to do. As am I.”
Mike quickly overpowered his son and got him tied down. “Hey Dad you’re not gonna…”
“I think you need to have a few laughs with your old man, Rhyan.”
“Rhyan I told you already it’s not in the state’s best interest.
The majority is all for tearing it down and using the land for
something better.” “But…” “No more buts I have made my decision.
I will see you later tonight.” “Yes sir.” Rhyan slammed the phone
down and tried to calm down. “I can’t believe Dad shot me down
when his figures are wrong.” Rhyan said to his best friend and
political ally Jaycen.
“Well we can’t fight the lobbyists. Not until you’re in an office.”
Jaycen said as he mixed Rhyan and himself a beam and coke.
“I know and as long as the big businesses control the city we can’t win.”
Rhyan said as he popped a dvd in their player from the last family get
together. “Damn, I wish we had something we could use as leverage to
sway your Dad’s vote.” “I know, but… Hey what just happened go back.”
Rhyan walked up to really look at the screen. “What’s your idea Rhy?”
Rhyan showed Jaycen what he was looking at.
Someone had captured a playful wrestling match between Rhyan’s Dad
and his twin brother Mark. At one point his Dad had Mark in a choke hold
until Mark reached back and tickled Mike’s sides. Suddenly it had become
a tickle fight between the two with Mike losing to Mark. “Oh shit no way
Dad’s freakin’ ticklish as hell.” Rhyan started laughing to himself.
“Ah I see what you’re getting at. It just might work.” “Yeah if I can get to
Dad before he tickles me.” Rhyan was starting to form a plan as he finished
his drink.
“Well now you know where your ticklishness comes from.” Jaycen said
smiling as he started wiggling his fingers towards Rhyan. “Don’t you dare.
Don’t forget you’re ticklish too.” Rhyan growled as he faced Jaycen.
“Ok I won’t for now. Besides I have to get back home. I need some sleep.”
Jaycen said as he gathered his stuff. “Be careful, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Rhyan got up and gave his friend a hug and walked him out. “Now how do
I ambush Dad?” Rhyan thought to himself as he walked back to the house.“
The next morning Rhyan woke up at 5 a.m. and went to his Dad’s room.
He quietly opened the door to look inside and heard his Dad’s snores filling
the room. “Damn Dad’s a loud sleeper. It’s now or never.” Rhyan went back
to his room and grabbed some rope. He snuck back into his Dad’s room and
started tying his feet and wrists to the bed. “It’s lucky Dad’s a light sleeper
or I’d be so dead.” Rhyan thought as he made sure his Dad wouldn’t get free.
Rhyan closed the door and went to make some coffee. An hour later he returned
to see his Dad still sleeping.
“Won’t save the lighthouse huh? We’ll see about that.” Rhyan decided it was time
to start his Dad’s torture. “Dad it’s time to get up.” Rhyan slowly dragged his index
fingers up and down the center of his Dad’s bare feet. “HehahehaHey what the hell…”
His Dad started giggling and twitching as he jolted awake and realized he couldn’t move.
“Who did… Rhyan!! What the hell is going on? Why am I tied up? Did you do this?”
Mike angrily asked his son. “Yes I tied you up. You need to vote your conscious and
save that lighthouse.” Mike started struggling against the rope.
“This is unethical you can’t tie me up to force me to vote your way.” “Dad that
lighthouse has a ton of supporters. We want to see it restored and in use again.”
“I will never vote for that especially after you’ve done this. Now you untie me right
now or else.” “Dad you’re really in no position to threaten me with anything. Also I
think I can make you change your mind.” Rhyan said as he approached his Dad
cracking his knuckles menacingly. “You’re crazy I’m your father. You will do as I…
Hehahehaheha. Hey stop that. Hehahehahe.” Mike started giggling and wiggling
his toes as Rhyan started lightly tickling his helpless soles with his fingertips.
“Um what’s that Dad? I couldn’t make out what you were saying.” Rhyan started
using a little more pressure as he lightly stroked his nails along the soft feet.
“Hahehaheha Stop that shit now. Hehahehahehahe This is so fucked up I can’t
believe you’re doinghehahehaheha this.” Mike was starting to laugh louder and
was struggling to break free. “What’s wrong Dad? Are you a little ticklish there?
All you have to do is save the lighthouse and I’ll stop.” Rhyan was beginning to
really enjoy having his Dad at his mercy. “Hehahehahehahe. You’re in so much
trouble when I get free. You’ll never get elected for shit boy.” Mike was starting
to sweat from the constant tickling on his bare soles.
“Dad I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you. This can get much worse.” Rhyan pulled
back Mike’s toes and raked a hairbrush across the taut skin. “Ahhehaheha. Shit no
don’t hehahehaheha do that. I’m fuckin’ ticklish as hell on my feet.” Mike’s laughter
got even louder and higher in pitch as he was thrashing and trying to escape the
torture. “I never knew you were ticklish Dad. This is so totally awesome. Hey, are
you ticklish here?” Rhyan asked as he lightly tickled under his Dad’s knees with one
hand and gently squeezed the knee caps with the other one.
“No hehahehaha Shit not there I’m too freakin’ ticklish. Please no more it tickles.”
Mike was trying to kick as he was flinging sweat everywhere. “C’mon Dad you’re
tough enough to handle a little tickling aren’t you? If you want it to stop, save the
lighthouse.” Rhyan was really having fun watching his Dad go nuts. “You little shit.
I’ll never save that damn lighthouse. As soon as I get free I’m burning it down myself.
Stop tickling me now.” Mike was really going crazy with laughter as he tried to
withstand the tickles.
“I see I’m going to have to step this up some more.” Wiggling his fingers in front
of Mike; Rhyan slowly crept closer to his Dad’s bare sides. “Hehaheha. Oh c’mon Rhy,
give your Dad a break. My hands have been tied on this issue. Um I guess figuratively
and now literally.” Mike was trying to reason with his son to be set free. “Dad, you can
do whatever you want you’re the governor.” Rhyan’s wiggling fingers made contact with
his Dad’s quivering sides. “Ahhehahehahe. Oh shit I can’t take this it’s too ticklish.”
Mike started screaming with high pitched laughter from Rhyan’s new assault on his
super ticklish upper body.
“Hehahehaheha. Oh my God make it stop please I’m dying here.” Mike was soaked
with sweat as he thrashed from side to side. “Dad just vote to save the lighthouse
and all this will be over. Why make this harder than it has to be?” Rhyan started
switching between tickling his Dad’s sides and between his ribs. “Ahhehahehaheha
You’re killing me hehaheha I can’t make that vote. Hehahehahehaha Please no more
I’m begging you have mercy.” Mike was starting to really lose it. He hadn’t been tickled
so much in his life. “I really hate doing this Dad, you leave me no choice.”
Rhyan with full force dug all his fingers in the hollows of his sweat soaked pits.
“Ahhhehaheha. Fuck not that, don’t tickle there. This is so un manly. Please I’m
begging you stoppp.” Mike was starting to go into silent laughter getting hoarse
from all the screaming laughter. His psyche was completely destroyed he had to
make the tickling stop. Rhyan continued to tickle his Dad for another twenty minutes
before Mike finally broke.
“Ok ok you win. I’ll vote to save the damn lighthouse. Stop tickling me.”
“You promise? You’re not just saying that to get me to let you go?” Mike was panting
and trying to compose himself. “Yes I’ll take the heat and support the project.
The lobbyists can’t possibly be worse than this.” Rhyan untied his Dad and sat
beside him. “Are you mad at me Dad? I’m sorry I resorted to tickling you. It’s just
that lighthouse is so important to me and everyone who wants to save it.” “I know
Rhy I’ll figure out something to bargain with.” “So no hard feelings?” Rhyan asked
as his Dad gave him a hug. “Of course not you did what you had to do. As am I.”
Mike quickly overpowered his son and got him tied down. “Hey Dad you’re not gonna…”
“I think you need to have a few laughs with your old man, Rhyan.”
