Mind Tickle: He tickled my family and wife, and I tickled his

This story has lots of different things. I tried to post whether it was /f, or /m before each chapter. Cause there is quite a mix.

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Chapter 1- Backstory


There I was, in one of the sexiest situations of my life. Or anyone’s life for that matter. I was like a tiger ready to pounce on my prey. Revenge would be sweet. The old saying was true. It was better served cold, like ice cream. And this was chocolate chip ice cream with sprinkles and a cherry on top. Oh, I tell you now, it was quite a sight to behold. She was tied up. He was tied up. They were tied up. And I, I was wiggling my fingers. All the tools of the trade sat next to me. A feather. A pen. A toothbrush, both a standard non-mechanical and a mechanical one. Paint brushes of all shapes and sizes. Here in my torture chamber, I had plenty of victims to choose from. And oh so many instruments of torment to use on them.

I’m getting ahead of myself. Can’t go straight to the good part. I know how all you perverts work. Those at the TMF. Others on Deviant art. Not to mention all the rest of you. Yes, I broke the fourth wall and called you all out. I know you are going to touch yourselves to this. Why wouldn’t you? I will say, it’s going to be good. Maybe the best story ever. It should be nominated for an award.

Anyway, how do I know you are there? Well, I’m like Deadpool. I can break the fourth wall. I can’t see you, hear you, or smell you. I’m really glad I can’t smell you. Well, maybe I’d want to smell your feet. But that’s neither here nor there. Knowing you are there for me is like knowing someone is watching you. You can’t see them, but you know their gaze is on you. Though, no matter how much I look around, I can’t see anyone. No matter how I try, the feeling confirms itself as if whispering in my ear that it’s not all in my head. So, that’s how I know you are there.

Okay, on to the long character beginning. Why am I not going to the good stuff? The part you all want to wank yourselves off to? When I say this next part, it’s in a mocking whiny voice. ‘Cause some people need to read long chapters about characters and there completely boring lives. Oh, I need this to be like a real novel.’ You are reading porn for God sakes. Porn! Have you ever seen porn where they did a long story to tell you about the characters? No, it’s just a pizza delivery guy fucking some hot chick. Huh? I wonder why is that. Why don’t you hear people clamoring for long movies where we get to know about the pizza delivery guy? Cause nobody gives a shit. Right now, I bet you are touching yourself, ramping up for a big climax. So, do you really want to read backstory about a character, or do you want to watch them get tickled? Are you seriously saying yes to backstory?

Fine! I’m done ranting. Here’s the long chapters about me and the others. Tons of backstory. When you get bored, scroll down to the part where it says the real fun begins and gives a short summary of what is happening.
So, who am I? Well, I’m not going to tell you. But you just told us we’d be getting chapters of character development like in a novel. Let me rephrase what I just said. I’m not going to tell you, my name. Or what I look like. This way, anyone can pretend to be me. Except that I am a guy. Sorry ladies, but it would be awkward not to pick a binary gender pronoun, and be telling the story. Languages are stupid, we need a word for person that is short and sweet. Get on that. Right, I’m ranting again. What can you call me, or how am I going to refer to myself? Call me, Mr. X. Or just X. That way, anybody… any guy can be me. In fact, that’s what I want. For any man to be able to believe that he is me, even though I’m much more bad ass than you. That’s why I’m not describing myself.

Before I go any further there is a reason why I’m not telling you how I, or anyone else looks. The few descriptions are there for a reason that you will see later on. It’s also why things might seem weird to you as well. Anyway, I’m going to give you, my backstory. Cause I have a cool superhero origin. Yes, I have a superpower.

I was bitten by a radioactive spider, became a wrestler to make money, and one day I didn’t stop a burglar from taking some money. My uncle Ben was murdered, and as he lay there dying, he said, ‘With great power comes responsibility.’ What? That’s Spider-man. Oh, you’ve heard this one. Okay, fine.

Born on the planet Krypton, I came to Earth… Oh, you know that one is Superman.

Well, my parents were murdered in an alley, and I swore vengeance. No… wait, that’s Batman.

Okay, okay. That isn’t is my actual origin story. But what comes next is.


Chapter 2- More backstory!

Oh gosh, you might be thinking. Why isn’t this story set in real life? Why are there super powers? Every story is a fantasy. At least, most of them are fiction, except those that aren’t. Anyway, my story is mostly without super powers. Yes, they do show up, but it’s not like I have the ability to fly, or became super strong, or anything like that. You’ll see that it does affect my life, but it is still set in the real world.

I should mention that my world is different than yours. But you just got done telling us how this story is in the real world. What I mean is that majority of things that happened could happen to someone else. In fact, I’m sure the writer of this actually put in things that happened to him, or to other people. Probably other people. The point is there are only two things that involve super powers. I’ll mention those later when they actually come into play.

So, just like a normal person in the real world, I loved comics books and superheroes. Just like in the real world, there are comic book characters like Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Wonder Woman, and Captain America. The difference was that our comics are based off the people with super powers.

As every kid in my world learns, it was at the end of World War 2 when the first supers appeared. Greatman, who Superman is based off, had the ability to fly, was faster than a bullet, and was strong enough to bend steel. He didn’t flinch when a tank shot him. After the war ended is what is known as the Age of Supers. More and more crime fighters appeared. Some like Shadowman, who Batman was based off, were just normal people trying to make a difference. Soon the world was full of super heroes. Nobody knows how people were getting super powers, but they were.

Now that I’ve done a bit of world building, we can get back to my backstory. When I was a kid, I use to go to the library. Yeah, a library. I did get some comics from donations, because my family didn’t have money. But most were from the library. I spent hours and hours lost in the colorful pages of imaginary worlds dreaming of one day becoming a super hero, and saving people. My mind imagined getting super powers. Being able to just fly away and leave my horrible life behind me. Maybe I’d be able to turn invisible. Not to spy on girls! At least that wasn’t my first thought. Originally, my thought process was to get away from people.

Throughout most of my life, I was bullied. It all started in elementary school. I only had two pairs of jeans. So, when bright yellow paint accidentally spilled onto one. Well, everyone noticed. That led to my first tormentor. His name was Devin, he didn’t have a dad. And he constantly picked on me. My day always went something like this.

‘Hey, it’s I pissed my pants kid, and he is still wearing the same pants he peed in,’ Devin said. Being the tallest kid in our class, you could see where he got his ego. What was worse is that he was definitely the one who felt insecure, because his dad had died when he was young. So, he took it out on me, and later on in life used it to make himself out to be a victim by writing a book on how people treated him because of it.

‘It’s not pee. It’s just yellow paint,’ I responded.

Devin held his nose. ‘Are you sure? It smells like piss to me.’ His Neanderthal friends laughed at his joke.

‘It’s paint. You saw it spill on me,’ I whined.

Taking steps forward, Devin looked down on me. ‘You saying I’m a liar?’

As a kid, I wasn’t very good with conflict. I quaked in my shoes that were too small for me and barely fit. ‘No- I- I-.’

Devin pushed me. In case you were thinking a teacher would come to my rescue, this was in public school. Teachers don’t give a shit about kids. They bullshit saying that they want to end bullying, but what do that actually do to stop it? How do they actually solve the problem? I can tell you that they love to ask for more money, and then basically don’t fix anything. Anyway, back to the story. I fell back on my butt.

‘Give me your lunch money,’ he demanded.

‘I don’t have any.’

He reached forward, grabbed my Power Rangers backpack and opened it up. There was my lunch in a brown paper bag. With a swift yank he took it. ‘Then I’ll be taking this.’

That’s when everyone laughed at me. I’d cry. Devin or one of the others would make fun of me, calling me a baby, or something. And yeah, that was the cycle I lived in. I got spitballs shot a me. You name it, it happened to me. Kids can be so mean, can’t they?

So, that was me being a kid. Usually, comics were my only escape from those around me. My only friends were super heroes, who talked about truth and justice. Though, in my world there wasn’t much justice. On the news, people talked about how super heroes were making the world better. And a lot of people felt safe, but there were plenty of times villains would try to take over the world, aliens would invade, or some other global catastrophe. But my life was far removed from that. The average person wasn’t normally involved with those things. On TV it felt like they were so close, but they really weren’t. At least, not at the moment. But as time went on even more people gained abilities. It was not like My Hero Academia. Yeah, I watch anime. Anyway, there weren’t any schools devoted to teaching kids with powers, cause barely twenty percent of the population had them. That didn’t stop me from dreaming about being special. Who doesn’t dream about being special?


Chapter 3- My parents’ backstory

What about your family? Okay, fine. Here is some backstory on my parents. My father’s name is Samuel. My mother’s name is Grace. When I was a kid, my parents always told my sister and I the story of how they met.

‘There I was with my friends. All of us were on the baseball team,’ my dad said. ‘We were hanging out at the movies. We’d just watch a really cool action flick. I think it was the new James Bond film. That’s when I saw your mother.’

‘He’d already been stalking me somewhat,’ my mother would interject.

My dad shrugged. ‘Oh, come on Grace. Lots of guys stalked the cheerleaders. It was just what people did back then. In fact, Charles Ellington the third- God, he loved to tell people how he was the third. How his family was so rich, and had their own law firm. It amazes me how lawyers and their kids always think they are above the law.’

‘You’re getting off track, honey,’ my mum said.

‘Right. Right. So, Charles is on the water polo, and I was on the baseball team. Both of our teams hated each. Now, Charles also saw your mum that night. He walked up to her and her friends trying to ask her out on a date. But he was being rude about it.’

‘He wanted to skip past the date, and go straight to other things,’ my mum added. ‘Somehow I always attract such unwanted attention. All of us cheerleaders did.’ She shook her head. ‘When I told Charles no, he didn’t like the answer. He pushed me up against the brick wall of the theatre, and asked again telling me he wouldn’t take no for an answer. That’s when your dad came over.’

My dad smiled. ‘I walked up to him. Turned him around. Said, ‘She doesn’t like you, asshole.’ Then I decked him.’

My mum nodded. ‘You were so brave. My hero.’ She kissed him.

I always loved that story. Nowadays people all go onto tinder, or some other dating app. No one has a romantic love story like that anymore. It was like something out of the movies, and reminded me of the scene in Back to the Future, where George McFly punches Biff. I wished I could be like Superman, get super powers, and save Lois Lane. I wanted to be like my parents, have an amazing love story, and be my wife’s hero. It was stupid, I know. How dumb can you be to want to fall in love with someone, live out some kind of gushy romance, and be their hero. In fact, that is just seen as being a misogynistic asshole nowadays.

My parents seemed like an unstoppable team. They were so in love, and it was inspiring to me. Every time they shared a sweet kiss, I’d pretend to say how yucky it was, but in truth, I found it to be something so pleasant. My father was strong, and so courageous. He was like Superman. When kids say something like, ‘My dad could beat your dad.’ I always believed my dad actually could beat up their dad. From the stories he told, he was the toughest man alive. And my mum was smart, caring, and loving. She knew everything. Beautiful and intelligent. When my dad spoke about how amazing she was, I agreed. She really was everything a woman strived to be. I always thought I was lucky, cause my parents loved each other. But that changed as time went on.

One night, during my freshman year of Highschool, my parents came home from a date. From my room, I could hear them arguing.

‘It’s done. It’s over. Why do we need to keep talking about it?’ my dad said.
‘Because, you didn’t do anything!’ my mum shouted.

‘What did you want me to do, Grace?!’ my dad shouted back.

This had happened a couple of times. At first, I thought it was just couples arguing. I mean they always made up before, but the past so many times something had changed. Instead of them trying to work out the situation, it just became a finger pointing game. They both tried to yell the loudest, and make the other person out to blame. None of it ever ended well.

‘I want you to be a man! You use to be a man, Samuel!’ my mum exclaimed.

‘So, I’m not man enough for you!’ my dad replied.

I could hear my mum stomping. ‘Who lets someone hit on their wife? Who lets them grab her ass in front of him?’

My dad sighed. ‘He didn’t even know we were together. I was walking back from the bathroom. It’s not my fault you dress so…’

‘So what? Say it! Come on, Samuel! Say it!’

‘Slutty. There I said it. You were talking with plenty of people. I mean, you aren’t even wearing your wedding ring.’

I heard my mum gasp. ‘You know I forgot to put it back on. It needs to be resized. It’s not my fault that the jeweler messed up. Now every time I wash my hands it slips off. Besides, if you think I’m so slutty, maybe I should’ve just let him take me home. Not like you’d do anything about it.’

‘Oh gosh. Here we go again. I’m sure that he and his friends-’

‘Is that what this is about? You are too scared to even stand up for your wife? Just cause you aren’t as fit as you use to be, and he was attr…’

My father growled. ‘See, you were attracted to him. You like the big muscle guys.’

‘Of course, I’m attracted to him. He had balls.’

I’d tell you the rest, but you get the picture. My parents argued. They seemed to be getting farther and farther away from each other. This left both me and my sister caught in between being pulled in different directions. Whether or not our parents mean for it to happen, and no matter how many times they’d tell us it wasn’t our fault. The truth is I always felt that I and my sister were to blame for our parents having problems. The sad part was it didn’t just affect me. It also got to my sister.


Chapter 4- My Sister’s backstory

When I was a kid, my sister, Megan was my only friend. She had always tried to protect me from Devin. If it weren’t for her, I’m sure I would’ve got way more wedgies and swirlies. To me, my sister was like Wonder Woman. She was strong, fierce, and my protector. She always acted tough. Every day I heard her talking about strong woman. Whether it was her, or someone else. She always talked about how powerful women were. I’m pretty sure she’d stated multiple times how men were the weaker sex, especially in Highschool. Though, at that young tender age. She was my sister. During elementary school, she was more like a hero than I was. I was the kid, who got picked on. And she was the one who stood up for the weak kid. At age 6, I used crayons, and my kid drawing skills to draw a stick figure of her with a cape. In large letters, I put ‘My sister. My hero. My guardian.’ At least, that was how it was until middle school. There she got her own friends. I became more of the outcast, and my sister became more popular. During school she stayed away from me. Only when we were at home did she return to being my sister.

During one of her sleep overs, I happened to be walking down the hall from going to the bathroom. I overheard my sister and her friends’ conversation.

‘Oh my gosh, Megan. It must be soooo awkward to have such a weirdo for a brother. I know I’d be embarrassed if he was my brother.’

Her response was, ‘I wish he wasn’t my brother. I’d do anything to not have him around. Boys are so stupid and weak.’

Those words cut deep within me. For a while I didn’t even bring it up. When she and I were alone at home, she was so nice to me. Though, when it came to being anywhere else, she’d change and treat me like dirt. I did my best to try not to be a weirdo. It wasn’t my fault. I never figured out how to make it right.

My relationship with my sister got harder and harder. I was always there for her, but she was never there for me. I loved her, and blindly believed in my family.

In middle school, during lunch, I went over to her to ask her from some help on my homework. The cafeteria was large, full of benches that kids sat on. Usually, I had a bench exclusive to myself over in the corner. The other kids had dubbed it, ‘loser’s bench.’ My sister sat at one towards the right side, where all the popular girls went.

I shyly approached the table and said, ‘Hey, sis. Can you help me with my homework? I have a quiz coming next week, and I’m afraid I’m going to fail it.’

‘Go away!’ she exclaimed.

‘Come on, I need your help,’ I pleaded with her.

‘I told you to go away,’ she turned and tossed a bowl of pudding on me. It splattered on the wall behind me. Everyone turned to see what happened. One of the teachers came over and that’s when things turned bad for me. To give you an image of what this teacher looks like. She was old, maybe as old as the pyramids. I had my money on being around when dinosaurs ruled the earth. So, this ugly troll, who had plenty of warts on her comes stomping over in a huff.

‘What happened?’ the ogre- I mean troll- I mean teacher asked.

‘X came over and was being mean to her. She told him to go away, but he wouldn’t leave. So, he got mad and threw her pudding at the wall,’ my sister’s friend said.

The teacher turned to my sister. ‘Is that true?’

My sister nodded. ‘I don’t know why X won’t respect my space. I just wanted to be with my friends.’ She pretended to start crying. She could shed crocodile tears like no ones business.

The teacher glared at me. ‘X, how could you? She is your sister.’

I put my hands up. ‘I didn’t do that. They’re lying. I came over to ask for help on my math homework.’ I pointed at my sister. ‘She threw the pudding.’

The teacher placed her hands on her hips. ‘Why would a sweet, innocent, young lady ever get mad? Girls do not get angry. And they certainly do not throw pudding. Girls just want to have fun. Now, boys. You are full of anger, and throw stuff all the time. You’re like little monkeys. Always getting in trouble. You are going to come with me young man.’

With that the teacher grabbed me by sleeve. The other kids laughed as the teacher dragged me away.

My sister wasn’t all bad. She turned out to be like Elektra, where she could be evil, but sometimes she could be good. When her friends weren’t around, she did help me with my homework, and was the only reason I passed. Eventually, I confronted her about her telling her friends about how she wished I wasn’t her brother.

She looked down. ‘I’m sorry you heard that. I didn’t mean it, X.’ She put her arms around me. ‘I love you. I’m still your older sister. I’ll always be there to protect you.’

‘You’re only older by a year,’ I replied.

She laughed. ‘Still, I’m older. So, going to protect you. It’s what big sisters do. They are strong, and are there for their little brothers. By the way, I’m sorry that got you in trouble with the wicked witch of the west.’

‘She came after my little dog too,’ I joked.

My sister giggled. ‘I shouldn’t have gone with what my friends said, but it’s hard being under peer pressure. Just know, I’ll always love you, and always have your back.’

‘Thanks, sis,’ I said.

We hugged each other. It was an aw moment.

Every time she said those words, I couldn’t help believing her. I wanted us to be friends so badly, I would’ve believed anything she said. I wanted my sister to always be my guardian, and my hero.

There, that’s my family. I bet you are wondering why I didn’t give you any descriptions of how my family looks. That is because of two reasons. One is that I don’t want you associate that with how I look. Remember, I could be anyone. The second will come into play later.

After elementary, both my mum and dad got better jobs. Soon we went from having no money to having some money. Being middle class was much better. We moved into a nicer home, lived in a better neighborhood, and seemed to have it all. Though, it changed my family dynamic. I remember when we all use to sit around the dinner table when I was kid. Maybe it was because I was so bright eyed and bushy tailed that I believed things were great, and always would be. At least that’s how it felt on the surface. When we were poor, we use to have family game night. Even though we only had two games, we still did it once a week. Sometimes we made up our own games, which was so much fun. But that all ended when we became middle class. My parents became much busier. I found my parents spending less and less time with my sister and I.

As a kid, when we were poor. We’d eat dinner together at the table. And we always talked about our day, or what was happening in our lives. Now that we had money, either my mum made dinner, or we had it delivered. It sat on the counter where each one of us would grab some, and then head to our designated areas. I went to my room. My dad went to his den. My mum went to our home office. And my sister went to her room. I don’t know why, but from then on, we never ate together. Even on Thanksgiving, or during holidays.

My parents seemed more distance and didn’t show as much affection as they had when I was younger. Both of them stayed out late, but were at different places. My sister during Highschool had blossomed and stayed popular. She had already been boy crazy when she was in middle school, and had tons of posters of boy bands, or actors that she considered hot. I know she had one of the Jonas Brothers, and one of Chris Hemsworth. I found she was also leaving the house more to go to parties that I never got invited to, or she’d be out with her friends. I never asked to go, cause I knew she’d say no. Every month, she was like Baskin Robbins and had a new boyfriend, who I called her flavor of the month.

Highschool was lonely for me. I was usually at home by myself, playing video games, or being online. I read comics, and watched super hero tv shows. They were still my only friends.

Looking back, it felt like an act. As if everyone else realized we weren’t a family anymore, but I hadn’t gotten the message and figured it out. My faith and belief, or maybe my ignorance kept me from seeing how distance we’d become. Reading comic books and hearing all the heroes talk about values probably maybe me crave having a family, friends, and even finding someone I loved even more.


Chapter 5- Highschool and Ronnie

So, let me go a bit deeper about me being a teenager. If you thought being a teenager and going to Highschool would make things better, then you were probably the popular asshole in Highschool. Highschool is horrible for those who are outcast. It is how the world really is. A bunch of children, who don’t know shit. Once again, I was being bullied. His name was Ronny. He was a dick, an asshole, and a douche all rolled into one. An ass douche dickhole.
He loved to beat the shit out of me, take my lunch money or anything I had of value. To show you how horrible things got, this is when it all came crashing down.

I was minding my own business, walking down the hall. My eye was swollen from having been punched by Ronnie. The day before the start of the incident, Ronnie had approached me asking for my lunch money. I said no, and Ronnie hit me in the stomach. I called him a loser with a small prick, and he decked me. That’s why I had the black eye.

The next day, without warning, Ronnie came up behind me, and tried to choke me. I barely got him off me. When I did, he threw a hard jab. I ducked. Ronnie’s hand smashed into a locker behind me. He definitely bruised his hand. When Mr. Smith got there. He grabbed us both by the collar and hauled us away to the office. He hadn’t really seen anything. Only heard the smack of the locker, and Ronnie shaking his hand in pain.

I sat in Mr. Smith’s office. Ronnie sat next to me. Across the wooden desk sat Mr. Smith, who glared at me. He was our health, and P.E. teacher. The small room was littered with things a PE teacher would have, trophies, and certificates. He also had a box of condoms that he handed out during one of the old videos that he played during the class. It sat next to the box of condoms. The videos tried to teacher puberty, but ended up either scaring kids, or making them laugh, cause it was stupid and they’d already had sex.

I told Mr. Smith the story. Hoping he’d believe me.

Mr. Smith folded his hands. ‘So, what you are saying X is that Ronnie gave you the blackeye yesterday?’

I nodded.

Mr. Smith faced Ronnie. ‘Would you mind explaining yourself?’

Alright, I thought. Ronnie’s going to get it. There was nothing he could say. Do you hear that? It’s the buzzer going off, cause I guessed wrong.

‘That’s not what happened Mr. Smith. I was walking down the hall minding my own business, when X attacked me. He grabbed me from behind, and tried to choke me. I used some of the wrestling I learned in practice.’

Yeah, Ronnie was a jock. He was the star football player… or was it a rugby player? I can’t remember. It’s hard, but it’ll be explained later. The point is he is a jock and played sports. He also wrestled in the off season.

‘That’s not what happened! He tried to choke me!’ I shouted.

‘Mr. X. Please sit down. You had your chance to speak, now it’s Ronnie’s turn.’

Ronnie pretended to show how the grab would work. ‘When I got him off me, he swung at me. I backed away, and told him I didn’t want to fight. He took another swing, which I blocked. So, I felt I had to defend myself. That’s when I tried to punch him. He ducked, and I hit the locker.’

‘Oh, so you were defending yourself?’ Mr. Smith asked.

‘Yes, that’s what’s happened.’

Mr. Smith looked over at me. ‘Now, X. You lied to me. You started the fight. I’m afraid, I’m going to have to call your parents.’

I was in shock. How the fuck did this just happen? Not only did Ronnie get away with it, but I literally was the one who got punished.

Mr. Smith tried to call my parents, but they were too busy at work to be bothered. So, he left a message.

That day, I got dentation. The next day, I left school and was walking home. Ronnie and his goons followed me on their skateboards.

‘Where do you think you’re going, douche nugget?’ Ronnie called out.

I turned around. ‘Leave me alone, Ronnie.’

‘Oh, but we got a score to settle. You are such a little bitch. You snitched. So, now you get stitches,’ Ronnie mocked.

I don’t know what got into me. It sadly, would’ve been better just to take whatever stupid shit was coming, but instead, I ended up blowing up. ‘Yeah, well your mum came over last night. She ran over, cause she wanted my dick. I made her cry my name all fucking night.’

Was what I said childish? Yes, but that’s how Highschool works. The more childish the better. Even outside of Highschool it works. Truth is, most people don’t ever get pass this kind of shit, cause it works. It hurts and shows little maturity. But that’s how life is. Unfortunately, for me it really hurt Ronnie.

The group of people Ronnie was with burst into laughter. I could tell Ronnie was pissed by the way he clenched his fists.

Ronnie skated in front of me, got off his board and up into my face. ‘What the fuck did you say little bitch?’

At this point, I was tired of being bullied. It happened so much, so I stood up for myself.

‘I said, I fucked your mum, and she liked it so much, she is coming over tonight to get some more.’

Boom! Ronnie’s fist made contact with my jaw. I took a step back. We both fought for a bit. But what happened next seal my fate, it was the spark that started the fire. I kicked Ronnie’s skateboard. It rolled along and went straight into the street, where a car ran it over. The person in the car didn’t even stop. Everyone stood silent for a moment. My brain processed what I just did. If Ronnie was angry at me now, well he was full blown pissed with what had just happened. I ran as fast my legs could carry me to my house. I was barely able to open the door and get in.

You’d think that would be the end. Oh no, it gets worse.


Chapter 6- It gets worse

So, that Saturday. Ronnie and his dad show up at my front door. My dad opened it and called me down.

‘Son, Mr. Washington tells me you broke his son’s skateboard.’

‘I didn’t! He chased me, and attacked me.’

Ronnie’s dad shook his head. ‘Your son is lying. My boy is a good kid. He’s an athlete, who gets good grades. Your son has been bullying my kid for being better than him. Now, I expect you will pay for the damages.’

‘Yes, of course.’ My dad pulled out his wallet, and he paid Ronnie’s dad.

I couldn’t believe it. My dad was just giving up. He was paying my bully’s father. When I looked over at Ronnie, I could see he had an evil grin on his face. He knew he’d fucked me hard.

How could my dad not believe me? I was his son. Didn’t he see that the jock, the athlete, the football player and wrestler was bigger than me. How could I pick on a guy, who was bigger and stronger than me?

Now, you’d think that would be it, but what happened next was the moment that would lead to one of the most humiliating of my life. My sister, and my mum both pulled up in our car. They walked over.

‘What’s going on?’ my mum asked.

‘X broke this kid’s skateboard. Apparently, he’s been bullying him.’

My mum gasped. ‘What?’ She turned to Ronnie’s dad. ‘Oh, my gosh. I’m so sorry. Don’t worry we are going to punish our son. He will not be bothering your son anymore. And we will be paying for the damages.’

‘I already took care of it,’ my dad said.

‘Good. Is there anything else we can do for you?’

Ronnie’s dad smiled. ‘I think we are good for the moment. If I think of anything, I will let you know. Might I say, I’m shocked such a trouble maker has two lovely sisters.’

My mum blushed. ‘Oh, I’m his mother.’

‘You must be his sister, cause you look so beautiful. Like an angel,’ Ronnie said. ‘Truthfully, I can’t tell which one of you is more beautiful.’ Ronnie winked at my sister, who smiled back at him acknowledging how much she liked his compliment.

‘Why thank you. I wish my son was as polite as you are,’ my mum said.

With that Ronnie as his dad left, after taking my parents numbers. Yeah, what you saw just happened. My bully and his dad hit on my mum and sister. And they were eating it up. A moment later in the kitchen this happened.

‘Wasn’t that sweet of him to compliment us?’ my mum asked my sister.

My sister nodded. ‘Yeah. Ronnie is the hottest guy in school. I can’t believe he thinks I’m beautiful.’

‘Yes, and his dad was really good looking,’ my mum responded.

I wanted to puke. I literally couldn’t stand the pit in my stomach.

By the way, if you thought that was the end. Well, it wasn’t. It was the moment that started it all.


Chapter 7- Some of Ronnie and his dad’s backstory

Before I tell you about that situation. I want to give you some background on Ronnie and his dad, Jackson.

Ronnie was always pushed by his father to be the best athlete he could be. Though, Ronnie did like to play, he never really wanted to do any of that. He wanted to be a musician. But his dad forced him to do sports. Yes, he did allow him to play the guitar, but it was ‘always to get chicks.’

Jackson had Ronnie running on a schedule for most of his life.

Now, two things. One, I’m not trying to make you feel sorry for Ronnie. The dude is a complete and utter dick. Though, he is human, and has a past like all of us. Second, how do I know all of this? I could tell you, but that would spoil what happens later, so I’m not going to do that. Just trust me, I know way more about Ronnie, his dad, and his family than you would think.

Back to the backstory. I guess, I should go with Jackson first, and show how it leads into Ronnie’s backstory.

Jackson grew up in a small town. His father was an abusive drunk, who beat him and his mum regularly.

Again, not trying to make you feel bad for this guy, cause he’s a prick, but this is how he grew up.

After years of abuse. Jackson’s mum took off. Jackson was only 8. She left Jackson with his monster of a father. Jackson never forgave her. This is what created him. He began to hate women, and see them as nothing more than objects. In his mind, Jackson thought his father must’ve been right about somethings. Especially, when his mother left, and Jackson’s dad told him that she left cause she was weak. That she didn’t love him. Jackson’s dad went on and on about how women were selfish, manipulative creatures. His father always compared them to the few toys Jackson had growing up.

When Jackson was 9, his father took his toy army soldier in his hand and threw it on the ground. Jackson watched as it smashed into pieces.

‘You see that, boy,’ Jackson’s father said. ‘That’s how fragile women are. You play with them enough, and they break. It’s just like your mum. She broke. Cause couldn’t handle it. None of them can.’

Every day, Jackson was scared to go home. Sometimes he wandered the streets in an attempt to not go home, and who would blame him. With a father, who smacked you, told you that you’d amount to nothing, and that you were going to be stuck in a small town and be dirt poor all your life, who’d ever want to go home.

By the time he was 16, Jackson got a job and moved out of his father’s house at the first chance he got.

Though, his father had a profound effect on him. It came to be part of the way Jackson did things and thought. Jackson hated women. He ended up abusing his girlfriends, cause he saw his mother in them. Deep down the seed of hatred grew stronger and stronger in him. When he met his wife, that did change. At first anyway. His wife, Maya was kind to him, and was able to soothe him in a way another woman hadn’t.

Finally, Jackson seemed to be free to move on with his life, and be rid of the shackles of misogyny.

Except, it only lasted until his son and daughter were born.

Before Jackson’s son and daughter were born. He’d recently got a promotion in a high-end bank. Jackson was now making tons of money. Enough that he and his wife, Maya were going to live very comfortably for the rest of their lives. This gave Jackson a powerful boost of confidence.

More about Jackson later. Let’s move on to Ronnie.

Having a dad who had a burst of confidence, Ronnie was pushed by Jackson to be everything. Jackson had a plan and Ronnie was going to stick to it. This plan was based on Jackson having accomplished so much, but wanting Ronnie to accomplish more. Jackson had him doing any sport he could at the age of 6, and every summer sent him to a sports camp to train to be an athlete. Ronnie didn’t ever have the ability to say no. Even when he did, his father yelled, argued, and forced Ronnie to do what he demanded.

Ronnie didn’t grow up having a dad who beat him, or hurt his mother. Though, his dad being so strict made Ronnie feel less than he really was. Until one day, Jackson told Ronnie how proud he was of him.

The day happened when Ronnie was 16. It was the middle of July. Ronnie was in the middle of football training camp. It could’ve been a Rugby training camp. As I said earlier, I can’t remember. There’s a reason why, but I don’t want to spoil it. Anyway, Jackson knew Ronnie could be a pro, not that Ronnie ever wanted to be one, but Ronnie was good at it.

His team stood at the line of scrimmage. That’s when the play started. Men crashed into other men. The ball was thrown. Ronnie took it, and made a touchdown… or was it a try. The point is he scored.

Jackson was so happy with Ronnie. He cheered his son on, and after the game gave him a big hug. That’s when Jackson said, ‘You made me proud.’

As much as this meant a lot to Ronnie, it also was constricting. Ronnie always wanted his dad’s approval. Everything he did was to impress. Ronnie had even stopped seeing a girl, cause Jackson didn’t like her and thought she was a bad influence on him.

Okay, now you have a bit better idea of who Ronnie and Jackson where. You see that there is more to them. Back to the story.

(Just so you all know this has been over 6,000 words. It was also 13 pages of backstory. Just saying.)


Chapter 8 - The day everything changed

Months went by since the incident with Ronnie and his dad. I was now eighteen. I had just graduated Highschool. I thought those days of being bullied would finally be over, and I’d be off to college. Maybe things would finally get better I thought. I didn’t know that I was about to be introduced to the most awkward moments of my life.

My neighborhood was throwing a big party. It was the annual summer block party, and they always gave a shout out to all the seniors graduating. Held at the end of the largest cul-de-sac, it went along the whole street. There were tons of booths with different types of food. The smell of it made your mouth water. In one area, it was all games. Ring toss, knocking bottles over. Basically, any game where you try to win a prize. There were even a couple of rides. Nothing fancy, just little kiddie stuff. But they were still rides.

I was sitting alone at a bench eating. That’s when Ronnie and his gang showed up. They grabbed my cellphone, which was sitting next to me.

‘Let’s play keep away with the loser’s phone,’ Ronnie said, and tossed it to a guy with blue liberty spikes.

Spike dangled it in front of me like he was a matador with a red a cape, and I was the bull. When I got close, he tossed it to a guy with a rat face. Then Rat-fat threw it a girl with black boots. She then gave it back to Ronnie. Once he got it back, he took off. I tried to catch him, but he was much faster than I was. Ronnie went into the back gate of an abandoned house on the block. It looked like one in a horror movie, or a kid’s tv show. Paint peeling on the side. Boarded up windows. Tons of kids told ghost stories of how it was haunted, because someone had died there. It was somewhat true. The owner had died in their sleep, because they were old. The house had never sold, and now was a place for teenagers who broke in, because they were looking for a place to smoke pot or have parties.

I went into the backyard and saw a wooden door ajar. I entered the house. Broken pictures were on the ground. The walls were tagged with tons of graffiti and a lot of penises. By the way, this wasn’t the pretty artwork you see, it was the crappy stuff that makes you cringe. I mean they had all the time in the world, they might as well have actually made it look good, but they didn’t.

I strolled down the hallway, and into the back living room. It was the biggest room in the house. The two windows were covered by white sheets that still allowed small amounts of light into the room. The brown carpet had plenty of stains from all the booze that was split.

Suddenly, Spike, Boots, and Rat-face jumped out and grabbed me. With it being three on one, I was outmatched. They pinned me down. Ronnie appeared with some rope. I struggled trying to get free, but it wasn’t going to happen. Rolling me on to my stomach, they pulled my hands behind my back and bound them together.

‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ I yelled. ‘Are you still angry for the way I tied your momma up?’

The three of them snickered. Partially at my joke, and partially because I was making things worse.

Ronnie bent down and looked me in the eye. ‘Oh, you like to laugh. I’ll make you laugh alright.’

The four of them picked me up, and pushed me on to a chair. Never once did I stop trying to get free. They pulled out some duct tape. Using the silver tape, they wrapped it around my chest and the wooden chair in an x. Spike and Boots picked up my feet, and put them on a foot rest. They used more duct tape and placed it around my shins, securing them to the foot rest.

Taking in my surroundings, I realized calling out for help wouldn’t help. The block party was in the cul-de-sac next to the one I was now in. Plus, I was inside a house. I doubt my cries would be heard. Looking around, to my left there was a large bed with four wooden posts. To my right was another wooden chair like the one I was in. In front of me was a wavy, red chaise lounge. Other than that, the room was bare. Not a single photo on the wooden paneling wall, and no other furniture in the room.

My mind began to wonder what the hell was Ronnie and his cohorts were going to do to me. How badly were they going to hurt me? This had never happened before. And no matter what it wasn’t going to be good.

Ronnie took a step closer. ‘Are you scared? Are you going to pee your pants?’

I scoffed. Though, I was terrified, I wasn’t about to let them know that. ‘I’m more scared of your ugly face than anything.’

Again, Rat-face, Boots, and Spike all chuckled at the joke. Ronnie was pissed. He glared at me. Then he turned to Boots and Spike. ‘Pull down his pants.’

Boots and Spike walked over to me. They unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down revealing my underwear.

‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ I shouted.

‘Oh my gosh. He’s wearing tidy whities. I’m shocked they don’t have Batman on them,’ Boot said as she chortled at my predicament.

Ronnie snickered. ‘I bet he’s got a micro dick.’

That got a round of laughter from Scooby and the gang. I was completely embarrassed. Why were they doing this? It was so mean. I answered my own question. Of course, they were bullies.
‘Aw, what’s wrong? Not laughing now,’ Ronnie teased. ‘Let’s change that.’

Ronnie came closer and began untying my shoes. I raised an eyebrow at this. Why was he untying my shoes? What the hell was going on? And why did it inspire so much fear with in me?

First came my left sneaker, then came my right.

‘You’re not comfortable yet. Well, let’s remove your socks.’

Ronnie proceeded to slowly roll up my sock. With a quick tug, he took off my right sock and tossed it to the side. Then he did the same with my left sock. I couldn’t help it, my feet twitched as he pulled my socks off.
I’m guessing you can guess what is coming next. So, let me summarize my situation for anyone skipping to this part.

THIS IS WHERE THE FUN BEGINS. My Highschool bullies have me tied up, in an abandon house, they pulled down my pants revealing my underwear, and they’ve removed my shoes and socks.

I curled my toes; it was cold in this house. Though, it was just cause of that. Truthfully, I felt scared, but also embarrassed about what was happening. I hoped it wouldn’t get worse, but it did.

‘I saw your feet twitch when I was taking off your socks. Is there something you want to tell me?’ Ronnie said.

‘Do you have some weird foot fetish? Are you going to smell my feet?’ I asked.

Ronnie gave me an evil grin. ‘I said I was going to make you laugh.’

He raised his hand. It slowly approached my foot. My eyes got wide. Oh shit! I thought. Is that what he’s going to do? I can’t let him see me react. I need him to think this isn’t going to affect me.

With a single finger, Ronnie slid his index finger down my sole. His eyes looked at my face trying to see any hint of a reaction. I held strong. I did my best not to show anything. His finger went up and down slowly from my toes to the ball of my foot. Still, I was able to keep my poker face. But inside, I was dying. I could feel the giggles building in my stomach. I had to hold out. He’d get bored eventually. I just had to hold out. Oh, but the feeling was so strong. The urge to laugh growing more and more. I pressed my lips together as tightly as I could.

Ronnie started using three fingers to gently scratch along my heel. It tickled so bad. I clenched my fist. I did anything I could to not thinking about the sensation. The sensation of his fingers running along my heel. Teasing my sole. Torturing my barefoot. Jolts of energy went through my body. I shut my eyes. But ended up reopening them. I couldn’t keep my lips from being pulled into a smile. A goofy ass smile that I did my best to stop. But I couldn’t. I was grinning like an idiot. What’s worse is that this encouraged Ronnie to keep going. Soon, the inevitable happened. I couldn’t help it. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I was like a tea kettle, and the steam was my reaction. My mouth opened, and I laughed.

Chapter 9 – The good part, part 1 (m/m)

Giggles rushed out of me and flowed like a river. Ronnie’s damn fingers worked the arch of my sole over. I couldn’t help but move my right foot around. This didn’t help and made the situation even worse as Ronnie continued moving his fingers down my defenseless bare sole.

‘Hehehehehehehehehehe! Stop! What are you doing?’ I cried out through my eruption of twitters.

‘Does that tickle? Is the little prick ticklish?’ Ronnie teased using a baby voice. His fingers raced up and down my sole. He continued to taunt me with his words. The worst was when he said, ‘Tickle tickle. Cootchie cootchie coo.’

My right foot spun around in a circle, it spasmed. I tried to pull it back, but the duct tape held my ankles. Damn it. I was so freaking ticklish. This moment was so awkward for me. Usually, I got beat up. Not tickled. Most people say something like, that tickles as if it isn’t a big deal. Well, tie them up and tickle them, and see if they don’t change their minds. What made things worse was Boots, Spike, and Rat-face were all laughing at me. Their laughter encouraged mine. It was like a laugh track on a show.

‘Stop! Hehehehehe! Stahahahap! Quit it! Who the hell tickles someone?!’ I exclaimed in frustration. ‘Don’t touch me! Let me-me-hehehe-me-hehehehehe goooohohoho hahahahahahaha!’

Ronnie and his friends found my reactions quite amusing.

‘Oh what? You can’t take it? Are you too weak?’ Ronnie asked.

‘Look at him laugh,’ Spike said.

‘Yeah, his foot is going crazy. It’s so cute. The way he struggles. And his little boy laugh,’ Boots said.

Little boy laugh. Yeah, that one really only added to how hurtful this situation was. Whether it was a dig at me. A way for them to tease me even more. All of it just hurt. Being tickled against my will. Being embarrassed cause, I was so ticklish, and that my pants were down. Along with what they were all saying.

Ronnie switched from my right foot to my left. His fingers pranced along like horses. Faster and faster went his fingers. He changed from teasing to full on tickling going as quick as he could. His devilish grin got bigger as he watched my suffering. I writhed about in laughter. I shook my head. I tried to block one foot with the other. Which didn’t work. Ronnie made his way to the ball of my foot where he started at the middle and spiraled outward. He then went up the left edge of my foot, getting right next to my toes. Ronnie reached forward and took my pinkie in between his forefinger and thumb, and wiggled it about. I about died. I thought I was laughing before, but when he came for my toes, I felt myself losing it. Ronnie brought his fingers down and scratched my arch again. Was there any part of my foot that wasn’t ticklish? Oh gosh, it tickled so much. Had Ronnie been practicing, or was he just naturally this good? Whatever it was, he had me laughing like a mad man.

‘Mwahahahahahahahaha! Quit it, you loser! Hahahahahaha!’ I said.

I was trying to stay strong. Trying to make it so my foe would back away. The loser bit didn’t help. It only made Ronnie angry.

‘Loser, huh? Let’s see who’s the loser now.’

Ronnie moved his fingers faster. He used both hands and went as hard as he could. My bluff was called. I blew up into pure laughter. I wiggled my toes and flexed my feet. I struggled in my wooden chair, but the ropes and tape held me tight. Ronnie scampered his fingers on my sensitive feet. I got stubborn and did my best to hold out. I wouldn’t beg. I wouldn’t cry. I was going to face this like a man. Ronnie would not get the best of me. He was not going to break me. I would be strong. But Ronnie wouldn’t give up either. He was going to make sure I suffered.


Chapter 10 – The good part, part 2 (mf/m)

After twenty minutes of tickle torture, I was sweating. Ronnie had not stopped going after my feet. His fingers were really going to town. He was putting in work. I’d like to believe I’m strong, but I was laughing like a little girl. I couldn’t stop it. Every bit of me tried so hard to keep from giving in. That’s what I tell myself. In reality, it was brutal. The whole ordeal was getting worse and worse. And it was about to go up another level.

Boots walked over towards the back of my chair. ‘Come on, Ronnie. You should be able to have broken this little baby by now.’

‘I like doing it slowly. Plus, we got time.’

‘Well, I want a shot at him,’ Boots said.

She shoved her fingers into my sides. My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. She poked my ribs. This got me going even more. She was much more of a tease than Ronnie was. Whereas Ronnie went hard and fast. Boots seemed more like a cat, who played with their food. And I was lunch. Her prods were getting worse. She even pretended to count my ribs for a moment going, ‘1, 2, 3, 4- Oh no, you made me lose count. Looks like I’ll have to start all over.’ Boots seemed to enjoy watching me suffer. In fact, I know she did.

‘Tickle, tickle,’ she said slowly. ‘Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.’

Boots came from behind, and stood in front of me. That’s when I heard, ‘I wonder if his armpits are as ticklish as his ribs?’ What was strange is that she didn’t even move her mouth. I mean, I could hear her, but it didn’t seem like anyone else did. Her hands went under my armpits and started tickling. This heightened my laughter. Once in a while, she popped a hand out, and grabbed my thigh, or run her hand under my knee. Remember my pants are down by the tape holding my shins. So, they were bare, and available to Boots.

‘Are you going to freak out and cry? Are you going to beg me? Maybe call out for your mum?’ Boots teased.

‘Hahahahahahahaha! I won’t cry! Hahahahahahahaha! This is nothing! Hahahahahaha! You two suck at this!’ I responded.

Again, being a brat didn’t help the situation.

‘Oh, my gosh. I love making him suffer. This is just too much fun,’ Boots said.

Well, I heard her say it, but I didn’t see her mouth move. Maybe, I was going crazy from all the tickling. Though, it just seemed weird that I could hear her, but it didn’t seem like she spoke. What was going on?

‘Oh, so you want more? I’ll give you some more,’ Boots said.’

This time I saw her mouth move. I must’ve been going mad from being tickled.

Her hands dug into my sides. After having Ronnie tickle my feet for twenty minutes, and now having boots add to my torture, I felt like I was going to pee my pants. I held out. I was going to continue to be stubborn. I didn’t want either of them to have the satisfaction of seeing me break. No matter how much I wanted to scream out. Yes, I reflexively asked them to stop. It happened multiple times. But I didn’t beg them.

Ronnie at this time was still scribbling his fingers along my feet. He ran a finger horizontally over my toes, which caused me to jump a bit. I curled my toes. I did my best to scrunch them up as best I could. Though, Ronnie went away my wrinkled skin. His fingers pranced like ponies up and down my soles. He switched from using all ten fingers to only a couple as he traced two fingers on the edge of my feet. One for each one. The torture was maddening. Damn these two. Damn them to hell!

‘Hahahahahahahahaha! Oh my god! Hahahahahahahahaha! Stop! Hahaahahahahahahahaha! Please stop!’

‘Beg me. Beg me to stop tickling you. Come on, wimp. Cry like a baby. Give up. Beg me like the little bitch you are.’

‘Hehehehehehahahahahaha! Please stop! Hahahahahahaha! I can’t take it anymore! Hahahahahaha! I’m begging you!’

That’s right. The tickling had broken me. Though, I didn’t want to give in, or give up. I couldn’t help it in the end. I was weak. They had won. It was so bad. I couldn’t help calling out for mercy. But did I get any? Nope.

Boots went under my shirt, and used her nails along my bare skin. She found a way to wiggle her fingers anywhere she wanted, whether it was in my pits, or on my sides. She even went over my belly and into button. She was on a mission to find every ticklish spot I had, and abuse it as much as she could.

She squeezed my thigh firmly. Her nails gently went over the top before making its way down to my knee. This made me twitch from the sensations. Those little reactions made Boots giggle. She loved seeing how I reacted. She loved hearing my laughter. She was trying so hard to really get me going. Looking for any spots she could.

‘Switch with me, Ronnie,’ Boots said.

Ronnie nodded. I got a brief moment of relief as the two traded places. Ronnie came over to my sides and pushed his fingers into my sides. Down by my feet, Boots glided her nails over my soles. Her nails were so much more effective than Ronnie’s fingers. I actually wished I was only dealing with Ronnie and not this two-sided attack by both of them. I wanted her to get away from my feet. I wanted her to get away from me in general.

I was laughing so hard. Spike, Rat-face, Boots, and Ronnie giggled like hyenas. I was their prey, and they were enjoying playing with me. I had no choice, but to feel like a piece of meat. That moment when I say Boots went after my meaty feet, cause she was hungry for dinner, and they were a prime rib steak to her.

I’m not sure which was worse. The tickling, the humiliation, or the fact that I was getting closer to giving up. Time was seemed to slow down more and more. I thought I’d be there forever. Doomed to be torture by my bullies until the end of time. To live in ticklish hell.

My body ached from the straining of my muscles. It pleaded for relief. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do it. Pride had gone out the door. Tears formed in my eyes.

‘Look!’ Boots exclaimed. ‘He’s crying. Such a weak little boy. Can’t even take a little tickling.’

They tickled me for some more. I continued to plead with them to stop. But it didn’t happen. At least not for quit sometime. When they finally did. I was still laughing from all the tickling, I tried to take in deep breaths. Were they done? Had it all ended? Would they release me?

‘I think we’ve tickled him enough,’ Ronnie said.

Finally, after calming down. I looked up at them. ‘Let me go, you assholes!’

Ronnie shook his head. ‘No, I don’t think so. We might be done with you, but we are still going to leave you tied up. Besides, I want you to be here for the show.’

I looked at Ronnie with confusion. ‘What show? What the hell do you mean?’

Boots walked over to me. ‘We’re going to get that slut of a sister you have.’

I blinked. ‘My sister? What do you want with my sister? Its me you wanted. Leave her out of this.’

Spike scoffed. ‘Oh, but it’ll humiliate you so much more.’

Ronnie nodded, and walked closer. ‘It’ll be so much fun to tie her up.’

‘No! You can’t! I won’t let you!’ I shouted.

‘You don’t have a choice,’ Ronnie said. ‘And just to make sure you don’t spoil our fun and ruin the surprise. We are going to gag you.’

I shut my mouth tightly. I gave them a dark look that said, I’m not going to let you.

Ronnie gathered a wad of socks from a different room. He held it up to me, but I kept my mouth closed. My courage was there. My heart was in the right place. But it was useless. Boots went over to my feet. She used her nails on my soles. I held out for a moment, but was unable to stop myself for laughing. When I did open my mouth. Ronnie shoved the wad of socks into my mouth. Spike put a piece of duct tape over to stop me from spitting it out.
I did that thing, where you try to talk, but it only comes out as, ‘Mmph. Hhhhmmmph. Mmph.’

The four of them left me in the room alone as they went to get my sister.


Chapter 11 - The plot thickens

I sat in the room for what seemed like hours, but was really only twenty minutes or so. This wasn’t some show where I found some piece of glass and cut the ropes. I couldn’t even hop around with my chair if I wanted to. I just had to sit there waiting for them to come back. The worst part was when it actually happened.

Spike, Boots, and Rat-faced came into the room. They stood like predators waiting for their prey. The trap was set.

I heard the door open, and then footsteps. My guess was this was my sister and Ronnie entering the house. I could hear them as they walked up.

“You said my brother was struck under some furniture over here, right?” I heard her say.

“Yes, that’s why I came to get you as soon as it happened,” Ronnie replied.

“Thank you, Ronnie. You’re so amazing.”

Holy shit! My sister was thanking the guy who’d trapped me and tickled me. Now he intended to trap her. She didn’t know any of this, but still it was horrible to listen to. I wished I didn’t hear it. It made me feel so awkward. I was queasy, and it only added to how despicable Ronnie was. He was tricking my sister, making her think he’d come to get her, because I was in trouble. I shook in my chair and tried to make as much noise as I could, but it was muffled. This only spurned on my sister to come quicker. My heart beat in my chest. I could hear it as it pounded louder and louder. Sweat trickled down my forehead. I wanted to scream. I wanted to warn her that it was trap. Be like Admiral Ackbar and say, ‘It’s a trap!’ That way she could’ve gotten away. It was so frustrating.

Then another thought came to my mind. Maybe, my sister will save me. Maybe, I was the damsel in distress, and she’d be the superhero. She was strong. She wouldn’t let them do this me. She’d always been my guardian before. Now, it was her time to shine. I couldn’t wait to see her kick the crap out of them. She’d come in, and be Wonder Woman. Go all Amazon warrior on their asses. That background music they play for Gal Gadot when she goes into her badass fighting moves would come on. I mean good guys always win, right? I was a good guy, so I’d win in the end. Ronnie and his goons were the bad guys, they were bullies. Bullies are always taught a lesson. Besides, my sister was a strong woman. She was tough. She could handle herself. For once, I felt a bit sorry for my Ronnie and his crew. They were about to be beaten by my older sister. They were going to be taught a lesson.
With every step, I could feel my salvation. I imagined her coming in, punching and kicking the bad guys. She’d set me free, and I’d say, ‘My hero.’ This was going to be amazing. I wish I had popcorn for this. I went from scared to kind of excited.

My sister stepped into the room. She was dress in a white tank top, black skirt, and pink Ugg boots. The classic short boots. It was summer. I know you were all hoping for flip flops, but Ugg boots is what she wore. Why did she wear Ugg boots during summer? I don’t know. Why do girls wear half the things they wear? I don’t know. Only they know. Anyway, back to the action. My eyes lit up. Here it goes, I thought. This is the moment. It’s about to happen. I can’t wait. They are all going to pay for this. The good guys are going to win again.

As soon as my sister came in, she looked over at me. Her brain tried to process what was happening, but she still had a look of confusion on her face. “What the hell is going on?” she asked.
Rat-face, Boots, and Spike leapt out. They had been standing against the wall near the door. Rat-face, and Spike grabbed my sister’s wrists.

Any minute now. She was going to break free. The background was going to come on.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ my sister asked pissed off at the situation. She tried to pull her hands away, but Rat-face and Spike held her tightly. She looked behind her at Ronnie as if to ask for help. Ronnie stood there watching.

Rat-face and Spike held my sister’s wrists together while Boots quickly wrapped a piece of rope around them, and made rope hand-cuffs. With a quick tug, Boots tried to get my sister to move forward. My sister dug in. Ronnie came behind her and pushed her forward. They led her over to chaise lounge, and forced her down.

It felt so weird to see my sister led by her rope like she was a Twi’lek slaver girl in Jabba’s palace. This should’ve shattered my fantasy of my sister saving me. But it didn’t. I still believed in her. It wasn’t too late. Just cause her hands were bound didn’t mean she couldn’t get free and still save the day. It did make me think of how Wonder Woman, who is an amazingly strong woman. But still has a weakness of being tied up, because the guy who made her had a crazy super bondage kink fetish, so he was really into tying up women. Hm, sounds very familiar to other people writing stories, or making artwork about other kink fetishes. Yes, I’m looking at you, person who is reading this.

Back to the story. The three boys held my sister while Boots moved the rope under the wavy chair and over to my sister’s feet.

My sister tried to kick them, but the boys overpowered her and held her legs down. She even screamed loud obscenities like, ‘Fuck you! Let me fucking go! What the fuck do you think your bloody doing?
You better let me go, before someone sees this! What the fuck did you do to my brother? How dare you! Are you fucking mad or something?’

Yeah, lots of f bombs. But I think you can see why she was angry. She was pissed off. Maybe the rage in her would cause her to get even stronger, and this would be the moment she’d save me. Use that rage sister! Unleash your inner badass! Que the music.

Unfortunately, the music didn’t come on. Instead, I heard Spike say, ‘She’s got quite a mouth on her this one does.’

‘Nice boots,’ Boots said. That was a horrible pun. I know, couldn’t help it. She reached down and plucked the fuzzy Ugg boots from my sister’s feet. ‘Oh my. Look at these peds. Someone really takes care of her feet. They look so soft. You must get a pedicure often.’

It was true. My sister did take care of her feet. Both my mum and her loved to get pedicures together. Even I thought my sister’s feet looked extra soft. It’s a bit weird to describe your sister’s feet to people with a foot fetish, but I’ll go into a bit more detail, cause I know you like it. She had a nice arch. Her toes cute little toes. She had a couple of wrinkles, but not too many. Overall, I know there are plenty of people who’d feel very excited to see these pair of feet.

‘You bitch! Give me back my boots!’ my sister shouted.

Boots seemed offended by the comment. ‘You little slut. Calling me a bitch. Look who’s talking.’

‘Fuck you! I’m not a slut, you skank!’

Jeez, this was getting pretty catty. I’m not sure if my sister was stupid for digging a deeper grave, but I couldn’t blame her. I’d said some really dumb things when they tied me up. Watching my sister try to free herself made me feel a sense of hopelessness. Here was my protector now bound and imprisoner. There wasn’t anything she could do. No amount of being tough was going to save her now. It was a bit scary how easy they’d tied her up. My big sister was always supposed to try and protect me. She’d been overpowered by three boys and one girl. Now she was bound and unable to defend herself. The rope held her firmly in place as our captors looked over her like ravenous dogs.

Boots took a step forward, she was about to say something, but Ronnie held up his hand. He shook his head.

‘Don’t worry. You’ll have your revenge in a moment,’ Ronnie said.


Chapter 12 - My sister gets it (mf/f)

My sister looked from Boots to Ronnie. ‘What? What the fuck are you talking about? What revenge?’ She continued to move about. I saw a small bit of fear in her. In order to cover it up, my sister lashed out. ‘You need to let me out of this, right now! If you don’t, I’m going to fuck you all up!’

The group snickered at her comment.

‘Sure, you are. Please try and fuck us up while you’re tied up,’ Spike said.

Boots shook her, ‘You stupid thot. You are a scared little bitch.’ Boots got closer. ‘As you should be. We are going to make you regret all those comments you made. I knew it was you who started that rumor about me. Now, you are going to pay for it. I can’t wait til I-‘

“I get her first,” Ronnie said. “You can join after I get my fun.”

‘Your fun?’ my sister asked. I saw a weird expression on her face. One I couldn’t quiet tell what it was. It seemed like she was partially intrigued, but trying to act like she was disgusted. ‘What the fuck does that mean?’

Ronnie nodded. ‘It doesn’t mean anything. If you give me a foot job.’

My sister raised her eyebrow. She gave a disgusted expression. ‘Fuck no! I’m not going to give you a good wanking with my feet.’

Ronnie gave a devilish grin. It was like he wanted or knew my sister was going to say no. He a took a step closer to my sister’s feet. ‘Oh, you will after I’m done with you.’

My sister shot daggers at him. ‘No, I won’t,’ she said definitely.

Ronnie bent down by my sister’s bare feet. ‘I think you will, once you see what I have in store for you.’

At this moment, no matter how much my sister tried to hide it. It was very obvious to everyone that she was afraid. I could see her swallow. She must’ve been imagining all the things they might to do her. The worst part was I knew what they were going to do. I wanted to warn her. To tell her the horror that await her. But I couldn’t. My mouth was gagged. All I could’ve done was make sounds that she wouldn’t understand. And those wouldn’t have saved her from her fate.

‘You wouldn’t dare hurt me,’ my sister said.

‘We aren’t going to hurt you.’ Ronnie raised his finger. He slowly moved it closer towards her foot. All the while wiggling it.

‘W-what are-are you going to do?’ my sister asked.

Ronnie gave a devilish grin. ‘You’ll see.’

Now, I was staring right at my sister. So, when I heard her voice say, ‘Oh god. He can’t be serious.’ Though, I didn’t see her lips moved. I was a bit confused. I must’ve ben delirious or something. Maybe, I was dehydrated.

My mind was brought back to the action as Ronnie got within an inch of my sister’s left foot. As a reaction to the situation, my sister clenched her toes. I saw her close her eyes as if to block out what was going to happen. But Ronnie didn’t do anything. He just sat there. A moment later, my sister opened her eyes. Ronnie wiggled his finger again. My sister flinched. She scrunched up her face. But Ronnie still didn’t do anything. His finger just creeping forward, but was pulled back at the last moment. The tension in the air was so tight. Not a single person made a sound. Time went on as Ronnie did nothing but leave his finger close to my sister’s feet. It felt like a whole hour went by, but really it was less than a minute. I wanted to scream, ‘Go on. Get on with it.’ Which shocked me. Did I really want to see what was coming next? Or was I just so tired of the stupid games? I noticed my sister’s shoulders relax. That’s when it happened.

Ronnie’s finger lurched forward. It touched my sister’s soft skin. With a gentle, slow and methodical motion it went along her bare sole. My sister jerked with surprise. She held her mouth shut. Her foot twinged from the reaction. She did her best to suppress a smile and keep her composure. This did not deter Ronnie. It seemed to make it all the more fun for him. I saw his finger go up. It tapped my sister’s middle toe. Then it made its way down the length of her sole. With a quick motion it set itself back to a ready position. Ronnie’s finger went after my sister’s supple arch. A couple of strokes with one finger. Then Ronnie added two more. They went down the middle of her sole. He switched between using one finger and three.

My sister did her best to hold out. At first it seemed like it wouldn’t affect her. But every single stroke weakened her. A smile crept along her face. It got bigger and bigger every time Ronnie went along her sole. She couldn’t hide what the sensations were doing to her. She was forced to watch as Ronnie’s finger had its way with her silky-smooth sole. There was nothing she could do. She was powerless. Her sole was bare and totally defenseless.

I watched my sister struggle. Even though her mouth stayed shut. I heard her say, ‘Don’t do it. Don’t laugh. You mustn’t give him the satisfaction. No matter how much it tickles. You can’t laug-‘

Finally, it was too much for her. She broke. Her lips parted. Out came a burst of laughter. She squealed like a little girl who was watching a boy band. Her high-pitched giggles got louder and louder. It boomed throughout the room.

‘Maybe someone will find us?’ I thought. The truth was that it was unlikely. No matter how much I wished it to be so.

My sister continued to giggle more and more. Unable to stop the intense flow of energy gushing out of her. Ronnie’s fingers made sure to keep exacting all he could from her. He was now going faster.
Her right foot tried to move away. But was held in place by the ropes. No matter how much she pulled back. Her feet went nowhere. They sat there unable to escape the fingers that tormented them so.

‘Heeheehehehehehehe! Stop! Stop! Heeehehehehhehe!’ my sister twittered. Her foot went taunt as she tried to pull her toes back. She rotated her foot counter-clockwise. Her foot went forward. Then came back as it redid its cycle. All the while Ronnie’s fingers followed. His mellow but firm caresses teased my sister’s sole. She spread her toes. Her foot pulled back. Then it pushed forward. Her toes curled. It was if she was running away. But knew she couldn’t. So, her foot went back to try and push away its attacker.

‘Look. She wants it to stop,’ Boots said. ‘She’s as ticklish as her brother.’

Jeez. That comment was brutal. I mean, it was true. My sister was easily as ticklish as I was. Though, it still hurt to hear someone say. It wasn’t just that though. It was so awkward to see my sister, who was always such a tough and strong woman being so… so… well weak.

At first my sister seemed somewhat annoyed by the way Ronnie kept tickling her. She’d yell and curse at him.

‘Heeehehehehehehehehe! Fuck you, Ronnie! Quit it! Hehehehehehehe! Stop it, you shithead!’

Though, Ronnie didn’t mind the cursing. In fact, he seemed to like how she yelled out. It only pushed him further. That’s when I heard his voice.

‘I’m going to break you,’ I heard him say. But his mouth wasn’t open. ‘I’m going to fuck those feet of yours.’

What the hell was going on? How in the world was someone speaking without their mouth being open? It didn’t make any sense. My thoughts quit trying figure out my predicament as I saw Ronnie used all five of his fingers on my sister’s right sole.

Her foot scrunched up. My sister’s head went to the left, then to the right. She was doing everything she could to keep herself from feeling the powerful sensations.

‘Goddamn it, Ronnie. Let her go!’ I shouted into my gag. It did nothing and was drowned out my sister’s laughter.

Ronnie used his right hand and placed it behind my sister’s foot. She wiggled her foot. But he held it in place. She tensed up. Her laughter got louder. I didn’t know how It was possible, but it was. Her foot frantically went from one side to the other. It did anything it could to be free of being stuck in one spot. Suddenly, Ronnie’s hand went in and dug into my sister’s toes. A roar of laughter came out of my sister. She threw her head back. Her body came up and thumped back down onto the chaise longue. Before this moment, my sister had not used the word please. She continued to command Ronnie to stop. Even if she had no power in her compromising situation. Now, everything changed. Her tone flipped from dominant to submissive.

‘Oh! Ohohohohoh! Noooooo! Stop it! Stop it! O-oh please, p-please hehehe stahahahahahahap! That hehehehehehahahahaha t-tehehehe tickles! Please you have to stop it!’

‘Oh, does it tickle?’ Ronnie asked.

‘Yesssssss! Hehehehe! It tickles! Hehehehehahahahahahaha! I can’t stand being tickled! Hahahahaha! Not my toes! Not my toes! Hehehehehehe!’

‘How badly does it tickle?’ Ronnie asked.

‘It tickles sooooo bad! It’s too tickly! Hahahahahahahahaha! Please stop! Hahahahahaha! I can’t take it! Hehehehehehe! It’s too much! Hahahahaaahaha! Oh god! I’m too ticklish for this! Hahahahahahahaha!’

Ronnie started to use both of his hands on my sister’s feet. This made her go mad with laughter. Her feet squirmed about. She clenched her fists. Her begging became more and more prominent. Ronnie looked up at Boots.

‘Why don’t you join in?’

Boots had a devilish smile. It had been like she had wanted this her entire life. She went to the top of the chaise lounge. Boots dug her nails into my sister’s shaven pits without hesitation.

‘Tickle, tickle,’ Boots tease. ‘Cootchie cootchie coo.’ She raked her nails down my sister’s sides before coming back up and into her armpits. ‘Does that tickle little bitch? Does it? Does it tickle?’

‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahehehehehehe! Yes! Yes! Hahahahahahahaha! It tickles! Hahahahahahahah! Please stop! Hahahahahahaha!’

Now having two ticklers going at her caused a new wave of laughter to roll out of my sister. She twisted in the chaise lounge hoping to get away from the fingers that scrapped along her tender skin. My sister shook her head. She tilted her head backwards and roared with laughter. It continued to pour out of her like heavy rain that flooded the entire room. She tried to pull her arms down. But the rope was connected to her ankles and prevented her from doing so. Her knees bounced up and down.

I could only sit back and watch. I couldn’t do anything. I was as helpless as she was. It was scary and embarrassing to see my sister in such a compromising position. She was my big sister. She was supposed to protect me. Now, she was reduced to a laughing mess. What happened to the strong woman? What happened to my guardian?

That’s when things got weird. I mean super weird. I could see my sister changing. She was still human. Somehow, her body was morphing. At one point she was blonde, then a bit later a brunette. She shifted to being red head. Though, it wasn’t just her hair color. Everything about her appearance was being changed. At one point her skin went from ivory to ebony, and it even sat on other shades. Her eyes changed. Her nose was changed. Her lips as well. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. What the fuck was going on?

I heard a voice. Again, I didn’t see anyone’s lips moving. But I heard Ronnie speak.

‘Yes. That’s right. I’m going to live out every fantasy. I’m going to make you be every girl I’ve ever wanted.’

It finally hit me. Ronnie had super powers.

As I told you before, there are supers in my world. Ronnie’s ability was to shape how someone looks. He could only do it if they were near him. He couldn’t make them into anything non-human. Just change them. The worst part, as he did this to my sister. It affected me.

My speech changed based on what Ronnie forced my sister to be. When Ronnie made her British, I was British. When he made her American. I was American. He could make her have a southern twang, and I would have a southern twang. That’s why I can’t even tell what I look like. His powers to biologically shift someone’s race also affected their family. It’s why I didn’t tell you details before this. I can’t remember what anyone looked like. At least not what they originally looked like. Ronnie’s ability made it so that how he shaped you was how you actually were in reality. If she was Asian, I was Asian. If she was white, I was white. I think you get the idea, so I won’t go on and on about how it works.

Now, I was the only one who seemed to noticed it was going on. I’m not sure why I somehow knew he was doing it. Though, Boots, Spike, and even Rat-face didn’t seem phased by it. Either they knew about it and didn’t say anything. Or they didn’t notice it.

A whole world of conflict hit me. Ronnie was changing my sister’s race just to make her be what he wanted. Yes, he changed himself too, cause he was living out fantasies he’d seen in porn. I mean, this was already my sister. He was tickling her. He had another girl tickling her. And now he was using her like a doll. The whole thing felt awkward. Awkward in the way Ronnie was doing it. The way he was using his power to get off.

But that wasn’t the only thing. The truth was, I realized why I was hearing those voices. I could read their minds. I was hearing people’s thoughts. On one end it was really cool. Though, it started to add to the horror of the situation. Instead of just the top layer of thoughts someone thought. I was beginning to feel their emotions.

Ronnie’s eyes got more and more intense. His fingers sped along my sister’s soles. I could feel his urge to make her give up. To make her be his. But most of all, to make her want him to fuck her feet. He used his power to make my sister’s soles a pale white with pink hues. I could feel him get aroused at the sight of it. A minute later, he changed her again. My sister now had an ebony complexion. I felt Ronnie’s stimulation as he stared at darker skin of the top of her foot that transitioned into the lighter skin of her soles. His fingers scratched over her sensitive skin. I could feel his pleasure increase as he made my sister laugh and laugh. It wasn’t just mental. In his pants, I could see he was getting erect. He didn’t stop changing my sister from one race to another.

It wasn’t just Ronnie. I could feel what Boots wanted. Her deep hatred for my sister, and how popular she was. Boots wanted to teach her a lesson. She enjoyed humiliating my sister. She wanted my sister to give up.

Boots turned to Spike. ‘Get her phone.’

Spike reached over and took her phone from her shaking body. My sister was too busy to fight back. Her wiggling around was the only obstacle that Spike had to face. Plucking her phone from her pocket, he turned it on.

‘Start filming,’ Boots commanded.

With a nod, Spike held up my sister’s phone, and started to record the event.

‘Tell me how ticklish you are bitch!’ Boots demanded.

My sister struggled. ‘Gehehehehehahahahahahahahaha! I’m very ticklish! Hahahahahahahaha! Pleehhehehehehehease stahahahahahhahahhahap! Not my poor feet! Hahahhahahahahahahahaha!’

‘I want you to tell everyone that you’re my new tickle pet,’ Boots said.

My sister shook her head. ‘Noohohohohohoh! I won’t do it! Hahahahahahahahaha! I’ll never say it!’

Boots smiled. I could feel how much she loved the challenge. She looked over at Ronnie. ‘Switch with me.’

Ronnie and her switched sides. Ronnie started to tickle along my sister’s sides. He even went after her belly. Boots on the other hand raked her sharp nails down my sister’s soles. She only did this to warm my sister up though. Boot’s evil fingers crawled up my sister’s soles. She went after my sister’s toes. Sticking her fingers in between them.

My sister went bananas. I mean she thrashed as hard as she could in her bonds.

‘Tell them you’re my tickle pet,’ Boots repeated.

‘I’m your tickle pet! Hahahahahahah! I’m your tickle pet! Hahahahahahahahaha!’ my sister screamed.

Laugh. And beg. That was all my sister could do. Boots had her by her ticklish toes. She had no intention of letting go. The list of demands grew.

‘Yes. You’re my new tickle pet. You are such a helpless little bitch aren’t you?’ Boots said.

My sister continued to answer the way Boots wanted her to. ‘Wahahahahahahahaha! Oh my god! Hehehehehahhahahahahahah! Oh fuck! Fuhuhuhuhuhuhahahahahck! I’m a ticklish little bitch! Hahahahahahahaha! I’m a ticklish little bitch! Hahahahahahaha! Pleeeeeehehehehehehease stahahahahahahahahahahahap!’

‘You’re my tickle pet. And you will refer to me as your master.’

‘Hahahahahahahahahahaha! No more master! Hahahahahahahah! Please make it stop master! Please! Hahahahahahaha,’ my sister pleaded.

Boots got her way. And it made her even more devious.

‘Tell everyone how much you love getting your feet tickled,’ Boots commanded.

‘Hehehehehehahahahahahahha! I love hahahahaha getting my feeeeet tickled! Hahahahahahaha! I love it sooooo much! Hahahahahhahahahaha! Tickle my feet! Tickle my feet! Tickle my feet!’

Boots began to use her nail to write, ‘I love being tickled’ on my sister’s soles. She wrote, ‘tickle me some more,’ and, ‘I’m a ticklish slave.’

‘Tell me, my ticklish pet. Do you love having your feet tickled more than your brother?’ Boots asked.

My sister didn’t waste a moment. She answered as soon as she could. ‘Hahahahahahahahaha! Yessss! Heeeehehhehehehehe ooooohohohohoh! I hahaha love having my feet tickled more than my brother! Hahahahahaha! I don’t even love him! Hahahahahahaha! I love having my feet tickled!’

That hurt. The words were like a knife being plunged into my heart. What was worse is I could feel my sister’s emotions. She would’ve done anything that Boots asked her. And the truth was, it was how she really felt. In this moment, I realized my sister didn’t care about me.

What Boots said next was, ‘You know, Ronnie’s getting really hard. I think you should give him a footjob.’

In Ronnie’s mind, he was so happy to hear Boots say that. Ronnie couldn’t wait to have her soles around his rock-hard member.

‘Yeah, Megan. Do you want to give me a footjob?’ Ronnie said.

‘Bahahahahahahahaha! Yes! Hahahahahahaha! Oh my god, yesssssss! Hahahahahahaha! I want to give you the best footjob ever! Hahahahahahahaha! Fuck my feet! Hahahahahahahaha! Please fuck them!’

‘Are you sure?’ Ronnie asked.

I could feel my sister having completely given in. She had no fight in her. She would say or do anything they told her to.

‘Yes! Yes! Hahahahahahaha! I want you to fuck my feet! Hahahahahahahaha! Please let me give you a footjob! Hahahahahahahahaha!’

With that Ronnie went to unbuckle his pants.

‘Wait!’ called a mysterious voice. 'Turn off that camera.'

It was one I had heard before. I looked over and saw Ronnie’s father there.



Chapter 13 – The more the merrier

Jackson pointed to Spike. ‘Turn off that camera now.’

Spike complied.

Jackson shook his head. ‘We still have some more victims to get.’

Victims? What did he mean by that? Had this all been planned out? I looked at Jackson. Was he the mastermind behind this? I looked over at Ronnie. I could feel Ronnie know that his dad was right. I could tell that Ronnie and his dad had both planned it. Though, for some reason, I didn’t know who the next victims were. Maybe I was just scared. My bully and his friends had already tickled the crap out of me, and had just tickled my sister. They’d gotten her to agree to being a tickle pet and even to a footjob. Now, Ronnie’s dad wanted more. What else did they have in store?

‘Let me just finish with her. Then we can carry out the next stage,’ Ronnie said.

Jackson stepped forward. ‘Now listen here. You are going to keep to the plan. Then you can play with your new pet afterwards.’

Ronnie sighed. ‘Okay.’

Rat-face prepared a gag for my sister. She willingly let him place it in her mouth.

‘Stay right here. You still owe me a footjob,’ Ronnie said to my sister.

With that they all left. My sister and I were left to wait there. Neither of us able to say a word to each other. I stared at her hoping for something, but she looked away. I could feel her urge to not look me in the eye. Part out of embarrassment and the other out her knowing how what she had said was the truth. There was no more denying it. I knew my sister did hate me.

***

After ten minutes, we could hear people talking. It was too far away for me to know what they were saying. Rat-face, Boots, and Spike entered the room. They stood by the door. Someone else was about to walk in, and these three were going to tie them up like they had with me and my sister. I wondered who it could be. My sister tried to make as much as she could. But Boots turned to her.

‘Shut up, or else.’

That was enough to make my sister be quiet.

I recognized Ronnie’s dad’s voice as he talked with someone. Though, I couldn’t make out the words.

What was he plotting? Who were the victims that were about to fall into the trap?

My mind tried to imagine who it could be, but I was unable to think of anyone. Maybe it was someone I didn’t know. To my surprise, I watched as my parents walked through the door.


Chapter 14 – Daddy gets some (m/m)

Both my mum and dad stepped into the room. One after the other. They looked over at me and my sister. With shock in their eyes, they wondered what was going on. My guess is that just like my sister, Ronnie had lied to them, and told them that my sister and I were in danger. They’d come in order to rescue us.

This could work. My father was strong. There was no way they could overpower him like they had my sister and I. Plus, my mum was there. So, now there was two of them. It’d be twice as hard to get them both. One of them would surely be able to get help, or find a way to save us. My hope of being released came up. I knew my parents were heroes, and here they were to rescue my sister and I from danger.

From the sides, Boots, Spike, and Rat-face leapt out. Just like with my sister, they grabbed both of my parents.

My mum looked unsure. ‘What the hell is going on? What are you doing?’ She shouted as both Boots and Spike took hold of her.

Unlike my mum who was unable to put up much of fight. My father wrenched his hand away from Rat-face. He glared at the young man, who continued to try. Ronnie joined in. Being an athlete, Ronnie was much better at holding my father then Rat-face. Though, by himself, Ronnie wasn’t enough. My thoughts were coming true. My dad was tough. He wasn’t going to be held down by these punks. He was Superman. It was time for Ronnie and them to learn their lesson for messing with my sister and I. That’s when Ronnie’s dad joined the fray. He kicked my father in the knee and forced him to the ground. Jackson used this to his advantage and held my father in place.

Ronnie’s dad looked over at Rat-face. ‘Get the rope.’

Rat-face complied. He went to grab some.

My father struggled, but both Jackson and Ronnie were able to hold him in place. Rat-face bound my dad’s wrists behind his back. This allowed Ronnie to take him over to the second wooden chair. They forced my father to sit down. Using duct tape, they bound my father’s arms to the chair. With that being done, Ronnie and Rat-face pulled up a stool. They bound my father’s ankles together, and then used more duct tape to bind them to the stool. My father struggled the whole time, but was unable to get free. He was captured.

With my father caught, Jackson looked over to my mother.

‘Get your hands off me. Cease this at once,’ my mother said.

Jackson pulled her over to the bed and threw her down upon. He man handled her.

‘Let her go Jackson!’ my father shouted.

Jackson didn’t listen. My mum tried to wiggle free of Jackson’s grasp. But he held her down with his weight. This enabled Boots and Spike to bind her wrists and ankles to the four posts of the bed. She was now in a X. Her body had been pulled nice and taunt.

With that the five of them looked over their handy work.

In the wooden chair, my father sat, his feet propped up on a stool. My dad was dressed casually in a red polo with shorts on. Though, the person Jackson stared at the most was my mother. She was dressed in a yellow sundress with blue flip flops that had a sparkly thong. There you got flip flops. Are you happy now?

‘What the hell is going on?’ my father asked. ‘You told us that our son and daughter were trapped.’

Jackson nodded. ‘Yes, and they are as you can see.’

‘When I get out of this, I’ll make sure to tell the police what happened.’

Jackson scoffed. ‘If I let you out.’

My father raised an eyebrow. ‘So, why did you tie my wife and I up?’

Jackson chuckled. ‘Because I wanted you to join them.’ He took a step closer to my mother.

‘This is no laughing matter. Release us at once!’ my father demanded.

‘Oh, I think you’ll find this is quite funny, and certainly a laughing manner,’ Jackson replied.

Ronnie and his gang snickered at that.

In my mind, I felt a twinge of fear. I knew what was going to happen. I didn’t like it, but there was nothing I could do. With my new abilities, I could tell even my sister was scared at what was to come.

Jackson approached my mother.

She eyed him. ‘Let us go right now. If you do, we won’t get the police in involved.’

Jackson gave her a devilish look. ‘When I’m through with you, you won’t even consider going to the police.’

That struck a chord with my mother. She watched his eyes scan her body. ‘Wha-what are you going to do? There are children present. I-I hope you won’t do anything rash.’

‘Don’t you dare touch her Jackson!’ my father roared. ‘I swear to God when I get out of this-‘

Jackson looked over at my dad. He made his way over towards my father. ‘Don’t worry, Samuel. You are going to go first.’

My father was taken aback by the comment. I knew that he didn’t know what Jackson meant. It left him wondering at the predicament that we were all in.

Jackson strode over to my father. ‘Would you like to start begging?’

‘I would never beg someone like you.’ my dad sneered.

I could sense Jackson’s pleasure at the statement. I went deeper into Jackson’s mind, where I saw that his plan was to in fact break my father. He wanted to humiliate him in front of us. Jackson had a much more sinister goal in, but it all started here with my dad. It made it all the more fun for Jackson to hear my father start off tough. That way when he fell, he’d come down really hard.

Jackson walked around my dad’s chair.

‘What the bloody hell are you planning to do?’ my father asked.

Jackson stood behind my dad. His next words came at whisper, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. ‘I’m going to tickle you.’

My father blinked. The words took him by complete surprise. He wasn’t sure how to react to what he’d just heard. ‘You’re going to tickle me?’

With a nod, Jackson answered the question. ‘You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you Samuel?’

‘No, I’m not ticklish,’ my father spat.

When my father said that, I felt myself felt relieved. I could even feel my sister and mother having more confidence. We all believed in my father. Maybe it was the idea of a strong father being the pillar. Maybe we all wanted to know that he was strong and wouldn’t be weak in the face of adversity.

‘Oooh. So tough.’ Jackson got closer to my dad’s ear. Still whispering, but being loud enough for the rest of us to hear. ‘Are you sure you aren’t ticklish? Are you sure that this tough man isn’t just a wee bit ticklish?’

‘This is childish Jackson.’

Jackson scoffed. ‘I think you are putting on a front. I think you are ticklish.’

‘Not in the least. Do your worst! I can take it!’ my father stated.

‘Oh, I will.’

Without warning Jackson slid his hands into my father’s armpits. He wiggled his fingers. But my dad didn’t have a single reaction. He didn’t seem to care. Jackson kept trying and trying. He poked and prodded, but my dad didn’t even crack a smile.

This was the moment I think my whole family was waiting for. A win. It raised our morale. My sister, my mother, and I all believed that this was where Jackson’s plans were ruined. I could feel three of us becoming more resilient. My mother’s admiration for her big strong man. My sister and I had needed something to lean on since we had been broken.

‘Doesn’t have ticklish armpits,’ Jackson said. ‘I guess I picked the wrong spot. Let’s try another one.’ Jackson strode around my dad’s chair. ‘Well dad, since you are quite tough. We need to make sure we get a good spot.’ Jackson’s eyes went along my dad’s body, and stopped at his shoes. ‘What about your feet?’

My dad didn’t make any movements. I doubt anyone knew what he was thinking. Except me. I knew there was a twinge of nervousness when Jackson had said the word feet. A crack formed in the armor of belief I had for my dad. I found myself rooting for my dad to be strong. Rooting for him not to laugh. And not to give up. He had to be tough. He had to be strong. He just had too. He was superman. He had no weakness’, right?

Jackson took a knee in front of the stool that held my dad’s feet. He reached out slowly towards my dad’s brown loafer. He slid the shoe off my dad’s foot. This revealed my dads barefoot. Which was softer than I had expected. Its not like he took care of his feet. But I knew he tended to wear socks when inside.

‘Care to start beginning Samuel? Or shall I embarrass you in front of your family?’ Jackson asked.

My father glared at him. ‘I already told you. I’m not ticklish. You won’t get a peep from me.’

Jackson smiled. ‘Are you sure?’ He raised his hand.

My father didn’t answer.

All of us stared at the event before us. We are on the edge of our seats. What was worse, is that the fate of my family rested on my father not being ticklish. I felt my sister, mum, and I all thinking the same thought. The head of our family wouldn’t give in this to childish game. He was too tough for this. There was no way he’d laugh.

Jackson’s hand came closer. He quickly skittered his fingers up my father’s exposed sole to the base of his toes. Then he brought them down to his heel.

My father flinched. I saw his lips trembled. He pressed his eyes shut. The toes of his large foot scrunched up.

‘It seems we have a fighter here,’ Jackson said. He ran his fingers along my dad’s arch. ‘Tickle, tickle dad. I know your ticklish. It’s time to laugh and show everyone how weak you are. Tickle, tickle.’

My father shook his head. I could feel him fighting. His foot twitched. Though, Jackson wasn’t going to give up so easily. His fingers flew along my dad’s defenseless sole. They went down the left edge. They went up his arch. And touched his big toe.

I watched in horror as my father broke out into a fit of giggles. ‘Hehehehehehehehehahahahahaha! Stop! Hahahahahahehehehehe! No! Hehehehehehehe! Oh please, no!’

To the astonishment of everyone in the room, especially me, my mum, and sister. We all stared at my father, who was now pleading with another man to stop tickling his foot. I felt the tidal wave of nervousness hit all three of us.

‘Whoa. What were you saying earlier? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?’ Jackson said.

My father continued to giggle like a little school girl. ‘Hehehehehehe! Ohohohokay! I’m ticklish! I’m ticklish! Hahahahahahaha! Now, cut it out!’

‘Oh, I don’t think so.’ Jackson moved his fingers down to the bottom of my father’s sole. He used one finger to draw circles in my father’s heel.

This caused more laughter to spill out my dad. He squealed. His twitters coming more and more rapidly. Jackson stopped only for a moment to pull off my dad’s other loafer.

‘Time to tickle both of these feet,’ Jackson stated. Both his hands went to town on my father’s unprotected soles. ‘Yes, laugh for me. Laugh for me, ticklish dad. You are a ticklish father. Yes, you are. Tickle, tickle. Tickle, tickle.’

With both hands now attacking my dad’s feet. He couldn’t help throwing his head back. His hearty male laughter filled the room.

‘Wahahahahahahahahahahaha! No! No! Hahahahahahaha! Not both of my feet! Hahahahahahahahaha!’

Out of all three of us, I could feel my mum was the most disturbed by the sight. She stared at her husband with a mixture of distain and disappointment. In response, my father looked at her. She couldn’t read his mind like I could. But through body language. She knew what he was thinking. Being able to know what they actually thought. I knew my father had thought, ‘I’m sorry. I can’t take it. I’m too ticklish.’ While on the other side my mum had thought, ‘How could you give in? What kind of a man are you?’

Jackson was emasculating my father in front of my mother, my sister, and I. On the inside, I didn’t blame my father as much. I knew how bad tickling could be. Though, it still shattered my image of him as being Superman. I know couldn’t help seeing him as a weakling. But it wasn’t just me. My sister was in despair. If our father couldn’t stand it, what hope did the rest of us have. Even with those thoughts being hurtful. It was my mum’s feelings that came off the strongest. She was angry at my father. Frustrated with him. She couldn’t believe how he was allowing another man to do this to him. If my sister saw it as weak, my mother saw it as pathetic. Knowing how she felt hurt me more than anything.


Chapter 15 - Daddy’s ticklish (fm/m)

Jackson reveled in watching my dad struggle while he tickled his feet. He loved how my dad curled his toes. Or when my father tried to protect one foot with the other. Jackson continued to tease him.

‘Who’s a ticklish daddy?’ Jackson asked.

‘Hehehehehehehehe! I am! Hahahahahahaha! I’m a ticklish daddy!’ my father roared with laughter.

‘Yes, you are. So weak. So ticklish. I think you like being a submissive little boy, don’t you?’

My father shook his head. ‘No! I don’t! I’m not weak!’ He’d said between guffaws of laughter.

Jackson enjoyed hearing my dad have a bit of resistance. By reading his mind. I could feel him taking pleasure in breaking him.

It wasn’t just Jackson who was liked what they saw. I could feel both Spike and Boots watching like drooling wolves. They wanted so bad to join in the fun. After a few minutes, Jackson saw the hungry look in their eyes.

‘What about you, girl? Would you like tickle this ticklish daddy?’ Jackson asked.

Boots leapt at the opportunity. She nodded furiously. ‘Yes. I would love too.’

Jackson looked to Ronnie. ‘Get the box.’ Jackson walked over to Rat-face and handed him his phone. ‘Start recording this,’ Jackson ordered.

Ronnie nodded with a smirk. He left the room, and came back in a hurry. He had large metal box. At the same time, Rat-face pulled out his phone and started recording.

Jackson pulled his hands back from my dad’s large feet. He went over to the box and opened it. He took out some scissors. He turned to my dad and approached him. With a couple of snips. Jackson cut open my dad’s shirt. My father wasn’t in the best shape. He had what most people called a dad bod. Boots licked her lips at the sight at it.

‘I’ll get his feet,’ Jackson said pulling forth a wide paint brush. ‘While you get his torso.’

Boots nodded. With a synchronized strike. Boots plunged her nails into my dad’s sides. Jackson stroked his brush up and down my father’s soles. My fathered squeaked. Jackson and Boots chuckled at his reaction.

The coordinated flurry sent my dad into a world of ticklish agony. Though, his armpits weren’t ticklish. Boots had found out that his sides, belly, and even his chest were. She ran rails over his protruding stomach.

‘Do you like that ticklish daddy? Do you like my nails over your beer belly?’ she asked.

Now, my dad did have a dad bod. But it was at the beginning stages. He didn’t have the full beer belly, or anything. In fact, he looked good for a guy with the dad bod. Some of the muscles of his young athlete days, especially in my dad’s arms, still remained. They were just not as toned.

Boots had a large smile on her face. She moved her hands up to my father’s pectorals. She was both feeling up and tickling him. ‘Oh yes!’ she shouted. ‘I love a man who has muscles and a dad bod. Especially one who thinks he’s so strong. But yet is so…’ Her finger trace down the middle of his chest. ‘So weak to the tickles.’ She quickly ran all of her fingers down his pecs and over his nipples.

My dad’s eyes became large as her nails hit his nipples. His laughter went up a notch. He shook in his chair. His struggling was so much, I think he was going to fall over at one point. My father couldn’t help letting out a masculine cachinnation only that of an extremely ticklish man could let out.

‘Gahahahahahahahahahahah! Oh god! Hahahahahahahahahaha! Plehehehehehehease stahahahahahahahahahahap! Nohohohohoho moohohohohre! Hahahahahahahahahaha! I can’t take it!’

Boots’ fingers zoomed in. They scampered over my dad’s nipple. She flicked them. She ran her finger around them. Boots didn’t stop playing with them. She had found a weak spot. An area, my father couldn’t no stand to be tickled. This was like catnip to her. She had an evil, maniacal look on her face as her fingers sped over my father’s ticklish nipples.

‘For the love of God! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Stop! Hahahahahahahaha! You have to stop!’ My father bounced up and down in his chair. Sweat poured from his body. And I think I saw tears welling up in his eyes. Was he about to cry?

‘Oh ho ho. Does someone have ticklish nipples?’ Boots said. ‘I think this ticklish daddy has some ticklish nipples. Beg for me daddy. Beg me to stop tickling your sensitive nipples.’

I thought my father was strong. I didn’t think he’d give in easily. But he did.

Through bouts of louds guffaws he said, ‘Jesus Christ! Hahahahahahahaha! Not tickling! Hahahahahahaha! Not on my nipples! Hahahahahahaha! Oh please! Hahahahahahah! Stop! Stop! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I’m begging you too stop! Oh god! Please! Please!’

Boots grinned like the Cheshire cat. ‘But I’m having soooo much fun. I can’t stop now. I have to tickle these sensitive nipples.’

I felt so awkward watching someone my age breaking my father down by tickling his nipples. What was even more awkward was how I could feel Boots getting more aroused by the situation. Her thought screamed out in pleasure. She loved breaking down a strong man into a weak mess. Especially because it was through tickling. It was a perfect way for her to humiliate him in front of his family.

I saw Boots glance over to his wife and my sister. She enjoyed the looks they were giving her. The way she was destroying this man. And how it made them feel. Boots loved making an older woman like my mum feel awkward, because she was dominating her husband through tickling. Though, it was even more fun for Boots to make my sister, who she hated for being popular, watch her father become the weak man he was right in front of her.

What Boots didn’t realize, but I did was a weird conflict. Though, my mother’s feelings were straightforward. My sister’s were not. Like, my mother, my sister was embarrassed at the situation. But she also had a conflict within her. Deep down, she had two urges that were fighting each other. One was her urge to be dominated. A part of her had been attracted to Ronnie, and wanted him to finish what he’d started. The other was her urge to see a man be so weak. Just like Boots. My sister was someone who saw men as weak. She always wanted women to be the stronger sex. So, it was attractive for both of them to humiliate a father figure. My sister didn’t want to admit it, because it was her father. But in truth, she was turned on by the way Boots was emasculating him. I hated to admit, but they were both getting off at treating men like crap. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me, but it still stung.

‘Tell me how weak you are. Tell me that you aren’t tough. Mr. I said I wasn’t ticklish,’ Boots mocked. ‘I want you say that you a weak ticklish little man, who has ticklish nipples.’

‘Huhuhuhuhuhahahahahaha! Ah! Hahahahahaha! I’m dying! Hahahahaha! I’m not tough! Hahahahaha! I’m weak! Hahahahahaha! I’m a weak ticklish man! Hahahahaha! Who has ticklish nipples!’

Jackson enjoyed hearing my father say whatever Boots wanted him to. He knew this was the time. He was going to completely break my father. He was going emasculate him as much as possible. A point to which my father would never come back from.

With swift motions. Jackson used the paint brush on my father’s toes. He trailed it down my father’s arch. Along his heel. He even used it on the tops of my father’s feet. Jackson used his fingers while he used the brush.

My father’s eyes rolled back. His body jolted from the sensations. He furiously moved about with a primal abandon. My dad was getting more and more desperate for it all to end. I could feel him giving away. His large feet wiggled about trying to get away.

‘If you want me to stop. There are two things you’ll have to do for me,’ Jackson said.

‘Anything! Anything! What is it?’ my father asked.

Jackson had a large smile on his face. ‘You are going to start addressing me as your master. So, first things first. Beg your master to stop.’

We all looked in shock at Jackson. Was he really asking my father to call him master? I don’t think either me, my mum, or my sister had ever thought this would happen. In my mind, I didn’t think my dad would give in. I don’t think my sister or mum thought so either. We all still had a single bit of hope that there was still strength in the mess of laughter that my dad was.

‘Noooohoohoho! I won’t do it!’ He exclaimed through his laughter. ‘I won’t call you master!’

Jackson swished his brush on my dad’s toes. ‘I think these ticklish tootsies might disagree. I don’t think they can take it,’ His finger’s scrambled along my father’s left sole. ‘Come on, Samuel. Do you want me to keep tickling you? I will stop if you do this and one other teensy-weensy little thing for me.’

‘I won’t. You are a lunatic,’ my father responded.

Jackson circled my father’s bare sole with his brush. His hands glided over his toes.

I could hear my sister, and mum in their minds screaming for my father not to give. I found myself chanting for him to stay strong.

Those feeling were overshadowed after a moment by Jackson’s diabolical intention to break my father. Boots following in his footsteps. She got more excited at this prospect. Her nails skittered along my father’s nipples.

Having his most sensitive spots being teased had thrown my father into ticklish hell. I knew he was suffering. I could feel the inner conflict within as he wanted to give in. But at the same time doing his best to stay strong. Knowing how we were all looking at him.

Both Boots and Jackson tickled harder and harder. My father moved in anyway he could. He was laughing harder than I’d ever seen. Tears flowed down his face.

‘Aw, is the ticklish daddy crying. I don’t think can take it,’ Boots teased. ‘I don’t think he wants it stop. Maybe he likes it. Do you like ticklish daddy?’

My father clenched his fists. ‘Plehehehehehehehehehhehehehehehehe!’ He tried to form the words, but he couldn’t.

Jackson pulled back. He gently teased my dad’s foot with his brush. ‘Yes? What is it, Samuel? Do you have something to say?’

‘P-P-Plehehehehehe!’

‘Come on. Say it for me, Samuel.’

I knew Jackson wasn’t sure if my father was going to say it or not. Though, Jackson believed this was his chance. The ultimate time to really crush the man before. To make him utterly defeated. All it took was this first step. Then Jackson would force him to took the next one.

‘Stahahahahahahahap! Pleheheeaase! Stahahahahap! I can’t take it! Hahahahaha! I need a break!’

‘I promise I’ll stop tickling you if you do my two things,’ Jackson said. ‘You already know the first. Now, tell me. Who am I? And what do you want me to do?’

My father gritted his teeth.

Jackson played with his toes. My father lost it.

‘Wahahahahahahahaha! Okay! Okay! Hahahahahahahaha! P-pl-plhehehehease hehehehehehe! M-hahahahahaha! Ma-hahahahahahaha! Master! Hahahahaha! Please stop master! Hahahaha! I’m begging you! Please stop my master!’

Everyone stared at my father. Rat-face, Spike, and Ronnie stared with laughing smiles. Jackson saw the beginning of his triumph. Boots felt aroused and became more sadistic. While I, my sister, and especially my mum, were all left aghast. Our mouths hung open in shock. None of us ever believed we’d hear those words. But it wasn’t over yet.

Jackson went back to full on tickling my dad with both hands. One using his paint brush like an artist painting a picture. His fingers working like a musician on an instrument. ‘Good boy. Yes, very good boy, Samuel. Only one more thing to do, and I’ll stop tickling you.’

‘Whahahahahahat does my hahahahaha master ask of meeehehehehehehe?’ my father asked.

‘How nice of you to ask my tickle slave.’ Jackson looked over my mum. He then stared into my father’s eyes. ‘I want you to beg me to tickle your wife. Beg me tickle her and then have my way with her right in front of you and your children.’

Everyone’s eyes popped out of their head, especially my mum’s. If we thought Jackson breaking my dad down and then making him call him master was horrible enough. Well, when we heard that. It about made the other thing look so small.

My mum pulled at her bonds. ‘Don’t you do it. Don’t do it, Samuel!’
This was the first time my mum had spoken since the event started. I knew she’d been in too much shock over all that was happening. Scared to say a word. Meekly hoping my dad would be the focus. Now, she knew what Jackson wanted. He wanted her.

‘Hahahahahahaha! I can’t take it! Hahahahaha! I’m going to crack!’ my father said.

‘No! No! You can’t!’ my mother implored. ‘Don’t do it, Samuel! Don’t crack! Please-'

‘Oh, he’s going to crack,’ Jackson said. ‘Go on, Samuel. Do as you master commands. Tell your master to go over to your wife. Tickle her and then have his way with her.’

My father looked over at my mother. Their eyes connect. They didn’t need to speak in that moment. But I heard everything in their hearts. My mother tried to appeal to my father through her eyes that begged him not to do it. But my father’s eyes gave only one response. They said, I am broken.

With that, my father exclaimed, ‘Please master, tickle my wife!’

‘And?’ Jackson asked.

My mother tried to urge my father not to say the bit. But it was useless.

‘Please master! Tickle my wife and then have your way with her!’ my father exclaimed.


Chapter 16 – Mommy gets it (A little mf/m, mostly m/f)

Jackson stopped he stood up. ‘Good. Good, little slave.’ Jackson looked up at Boots, who stared at him waiting for orders. ‘Keep tickling him.’

My father shook his head. ‘But mmmahahaaster! You said you’d stop!’

Jackson nodded. ‘I am a man of my word. I did stop. But I didn’t say she would.’ He looked over at Spike and beckoned him over.

Spike nodded and walked over.

‘She gets first pick. Though, you two will keep tickling him until I say to stop.’

Spike’s eyes lit up. ‘Yes, sir.’

With that both Spike and Boots kept tickling my dad, who tried to appeal to his master for them to stop. My father’s words were not heard as Jackson’s focus changed to my mother.
Jackson slowly approached my mother. He raised his hands and wiggled his fingers. ‘Your turn, my dear.’

My mum looked at him with pleading eyes. She shook in her bonds. ‘Don-don’t come any closer! You s-st-stay back! I said stay back!’

Jackson ignored her cries and continued forward. She pulled at her restraints. Which didn’t even budge. ‘Don’t do this. Please, you can’t. I’m terribly ticklish. I’ll die. I can’t stand it,’ my mother cried.

‘Oh my. What fun we will have then.’ Jackson moved his hand over to my mum’s flip flop. Using a single finger, he placed it on the bottom of her sandal. With a push, he popped it off.

My mum’s eye got wide as her sandal fell to the floor. ‘Oh god, no. Please don’t do this. I’m too ticklish. Not on my poor feet. My feet are too ticklish. Oh, please no.’ Unable to control her fright. My mother scrunched her long toes. Her size 10 foot tried to pull away from the edge of the bed where it had been sitting. Her supple arch flexed. It exposed her mature foots wrinkles.

‘You’re right. I think I’ll leave your lovely feet alone,’ Jackson said.

‘Oh, thank you. Thank you so mu- Eeeeek!‘ my mother squealed.

Jackson had grabbed her thigh. He pulled back and just sat there.

‘Oh please! You don’t have to do this! You can just stop! Don’t do to me what you did to my husband. Please!’ she exclaimed through her fit of giggles.

He had only touched her once. Now, she was full of twitters. She’d start to calm down. Then Jackson would wiggle his fingers in front of her. Which would cause her to become a giggling mess.

‘I’m not doing anything, Grace,’ he said teasing her.

Finally, he let her settle down.

‘Oh, Grace. You and I are going to have so much fun.’ Jackson looked over at Rat-face. He gestured for him to point the camera at them.

‘You have to stop this. This isn’t legal. We won’t go to the cops if you release us now. I promise we won’t. I promise,’ my mother said.

‘I know you won’t, Grace.’ Jackson walked his fingers down her calf.

‘Oh ho, ho! Oh noooo!’ she squealed at his touch. She shook her leg to try and throw him off.

Jackson again, just sat there. His eyes looking into my mum’s eyes. I could feel her nervousness. I even felt my sister watching. All of us asked the same question. What was Jackson going to do? How would he tickle her?

Jackson bent down. In an almost romantic way. He kissed my mum’s neck. I could hear her think how nice it was. How it was soft and gentle. My sister and I felt confused. We became even more perplexed with what happened next. My mother shut her eyes. She opened her mouth. And she moaned a little.

‘Wha-oh my god. What are you doing?’ she cooed, like a woman would say to her lover.

I was baffled. How could my mother be falling for Jackson’s charm? Didn’t she see him screw my father, her husband over? Was she really this blinded by her charm? I couldn’t help asking if she was stupid. Maybe I was angry. Cause my sister seemed to think similar thoughts like my mother. She herself seemed mystified by the image in front of her. It was as if she was watching a romance movie. The lines of the situation blurred even more as Jackson nipped at her neck. My mother seemed to welcome this attention. She didn’t do anything to stop him. Jackson’s mouth moved along her collar bone. Licking and nibbling. Then he went upward. His lips found her earlobe. First, he used his tongue to lightly play with her earlobe. This produced a giggle from my mother. Not a you’re tickling me giggle. But one of ‘oh my, you are so naughty.’ Jackson took my mother’s earlobe into his mouth as he lovingly. His lips caressed it. His tongue flicked it. Again, my mother let out a tiny moan of pleasure.

Jackson pulled away. He looked over at his son. ‘Ronnie. Hand me the scissors. And remember what we planned.’ He winked.

Ronnie nodded. He handed them to his father.

‘Now, be a good girl and don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you, okay?’

My mother nodded.

What the bloody hell was she doing agreeing?

Jackson cut the straps of her dress. He slid the scissors down. A moment later, and he’d removed the yellow sun dress my mother was wearing. She now laid there in only a tan bra and panties. Her toned body laid bear to all. The curves of her feminine parts attracting all the eyes in the room. Yes, she was a mature woman. But she still had a defined body.

Giving the scissors back to Ronnie. Jackson got on top of my mum. Jackson eyes examined my mother’s body. ‘Simply marvelous. I’d say you are gorgeous, but you are more than that Grace. You see, ever since I saw you that day, I have not stopped thinking about you. Now, I can’t help but think how every part of you wonderful. Is there part of you that isn’t sexy?’

My mother blushed at the compliment. She was flattered by this man. I couldn’t believe it either. How could she be so caught up in this to be romanced? Was she really being seduced?

‘Wha-what are you going to do to me now?’ I heard her ask. The way she said it was both nervous, and somehow a bit seductive.

Though, I knew she really wanted to ask him to keep nibbling on her neck and ear.

‘Oh, my dear.’ Jackson got close to her ear. ‘I’m going to…‘

‘Ah!’ she yelled in surprise. ‘Wait! Wait! Ooooh, please wait!’ she said between bouts of laughter.

Jackson’s hands trailed down her sides. He poked at her ribs. He gently scribbled his fingers on her belly.

My mother’s mouth a large o shape. ‘Oohohohoh! Oooooooooo! Huhuhuhuhuhehehehehe! Wait! Please! This isn’t fair! Heheehehehehe! I wasn’t ready! Huhuhuhu! Let me get ready! Let me get ready!’
Jackson quit touching her.

‘Oh, thank god you stopped,’ she said between her fit of giggles.

After a moment, my mother was to stop. Jackson never looked away from her. He stared directly into her eyes. My mum kept her eyes on his. It was as if she hypnotized by him. She wasn’t really. I could read her mind. I knew she wasn’t. Though, she was under a more powerful thing than hypnosis. She was attracted to Jackson.

‘Did you have a nice break?’ Jackson asked.

She nodded. ‘Yes. Why did you give me one?’

‘Oh, Grace. You said you weren’t ready. Though, you may think you are in control.’ Jackson got closer to her. ‘You aren’t. You are going to completely submit to me, like your husband did. By the end of this. You will call me master. And you will do anything I tell you to do.’

‘No, I won’t!’ my mother yelled. ‘I won’t call you master. I’ll never crack.’

Maybe it was because my sister and I were in the room. Cause when my mum said that. It felt like she had a boost of courage. Where had come from? In her mind, I saw it was the urge to not be some plaything. Though, it was in conflict with her other urges.

‘I think you will Grace.’ Jackson held up his hands. ‘Now.’ He paused for dramatic effect. ‘Are you ready?’

With a deep breath, my mother steeled herself for the oncoming storm. Jackson’s hands moved forward. They tweaked her sides. My mother held her composure. His left hand went over to her belly button. With a single finger he twirled it around and around. My mother’s body jerked. Her eyes shut. She vehemently shook her head. Jackson’s fingers lightly walked down towards her hips. His other hand joined in the fun. They both simply squeezed my mother’s hips. Still, she kept her composure. Both I and my sister wondered where this bid of strength had come from. We looked in awe of our mother. Maybe it was her who would be the strong leader in our family and wouldn’t break. Jackson ran his fingers in a slow, gentle motion on my mother’s hips. A little squeak came out of her.

I saw Jackson’s smirk. My mother pushed her lips together. She eyes looked upwards. I could feel her doing all she could to block out the sensations. Jackson’s fingers went along her hips. They touched the sides of her butt. My mother jumped a bit when she felt him go there. Though, she stubbornly hung on. Unfortunately, I could feel Jackson’s persistence. He wasn’t going to give up cause she was being stubborn. No, he enjoyed it. Being stubborn was not a sigh a strength. It was a sigh of weakness. Jackson took pleasure in seeing her twist in agony as his fingers cruelly went up her body. The worst part is that my mother knew this subconsciously. Her conscious self, thought holding out and not giving him the satisfaction would help. All it did was give my sister false hope. I saw deep down that my mother was having fun playing his game. She was willingly playing and having fun.

Jackson’s hands walked along her ribs. They reached their destination. The armpits. Jackson used his dexterous finger to wriggled into my mother’s smooth, shaven hollows. Another jolt ran through her body. Her eyes bulged. Her lips pursed. Her cheeks filled with air like someone holding their breath. She arched her back. Unable to contain it any longer. The air was blown out bit by bit. My mother kept trying to hold it. But she was at her limits. Out came my mother’s laughter.

Her arms tried to pull themselves down. Her bodies reflex trying to defend the exposed area. But her bonds held arms tight. They kept her pits wide-open for Jackson’s dubious fingers. She thrashed about wildly. I watched as she twisted from one side to the other. Neither my sister or I, nor even my father had never seen my mother ever move like that before. Her body exert more and more energy trying to escape. From her throat was produced the most splendid thing imaginable. It was glorious. It was wonderful. It was the most elegant, beautiful laugh I’d ever heard. Jackson was composing a symphony of pure, feminine cachinnation. Her melodic guffaws rocked the entire room. She threw her head from one side to the other. Her hair flipping about. Jackson continued to play up and down her delicate pits. His fingers caused her mouth to stretch as wide as it possibly could. She babbled incoherently at the intense stimulation.

I stared in horror as Jackson did this to my mother. Then, I felt my father’s mind. Through his own torment. My father was watching. He wanted nothing more than to make it all stop. He was frustrated at seeing another man was able to do this to his wife. Her unconstrained laughter was eating at him. It shattered his illusion of their love and marriage. It broke his heart into millions of pieces. But it was also doing something else. That was the strange part. The act before him was also making him feel so aroused. He was invigorated more than he ever had been. What was worse. I shared the feeling.

Yes, she was my mum. But I couldn’t help my animalistic urges. I, like my father, wanted to look away from the terrifying sight. But neither of us could. Nor was my sister able to. All of us focused in on the action taking place before us. And if we thought it was bad enough. That’s when it got even worse.

For a while, Ronnie had been changed my mother from one type of a person to the next. Though, she had become so many different races. One combination still had not been used. Now, Ronnie used his ability not just on my mother, but his father. There it was. The combination porn seems to find to be extra spicy. Ronnie and his father were going to abuse it to its highest level. They had no real regard for morals, in fact they only desired pleasure. What combination did Ronnie make my mother and his father? Have you not been able to guess? Yes. You should feel that pit deep in your stomach. I know that my father felt it. My sister did too. And I was susceptible as well. All of us, including the others. Boots. Spike. Rat-face. And even Ronnie. They all sensed the growing sensation in them. Maybe it was dark. Maybe it was wrong. Or even evil. But you must know how it affects you. How it affects others. Again, you ask for me to say the combination out loud. Though, you know it. It is searched on every porn site. It is something that people watch in their rooms with the lights off as they touch themselves. Both men and women watch porn to see women behaving badly. To see an inner fantasy that we all hide from the outside world. Yes. The combination is a crude and simple stereotype. But that is our society. Though, I don’t need to tell you or preach to you in the midst of porn. So, let me tease you not. The combination is as follows.

Jackson was now a black male. And my mother was a blonde white woman.

I felt it within my father. I felt it in my sister It came on strong in me as well. A powerful conflict within us. This overwhelming sensation came in. Its impact felt by all. It was the ultimate temptation. It was the taboo we all know to well. It was a bite from the forbidden fruit that none of us could resist.

Jackson’s fingers scribbled in her hollows. My mother shook.

‘Oh please, oh please,’ My mother barely got out. ‘Hehehehehehehahahahahaha! Ooooooooh god! Oh god! Oh god! Hahahahahahaha uuuuuuuuuuhuhuhuhuh! Please stop! Hehehehehe! Please stop! Hahahahahaha! Oh god, make it stop!’

Jackson continued to torment her. His fingers went faster. They began to explore more of her body. They raced down her sides, before darting back up into her shaven pits. His hands jumped to belly. This surprised my mother. She gasped. A snort escaped her. Her laughter rose in volume and tone.

In her mind, I could feel her going crazy from the extreme sensations passing through her body. She was a lightning rod. And lightning was striking more than once.

‘Wahahahahahahahahahahaha! It tickles!’

My mother’s hips bucked as she tried to throw her rider from her. Jackson held his seat. His fingers continued to ravage every piece of her ticklish body.

‘Does it?’ Jackson asked.

‘Yessssssss!’ my mother shouted. ‘It tickles! It tickles! It tickles!’ she repeated, desperately trying to convey her situation.

‘How badly?’

‘It’s horrible! Oh, it’s so horrible!’ She flailed about. ‘It tickles, terribly! My god, it’s so bad!’

Why was she answering him? Why the bloody hell is she doing this? I could feel my frustration at the absurdity of her words becoming more and more overwhelming. Who tells their torturer that its working? He knows. He is specifically doing this, because he knows how it makes you feel. Alas, all I could do was sit and watch. I couldn’t have said anything, even if I wanted to.

My mother pulled harder at her restraints. Her veins bulged a bit more. I could tell her muscles were aching. Yet, the pain was unnoticeable due to her nerves being hijacked by her ticklish situation.

Jackson dug into my mother’s upperbody. He went after her armpits, her belly, and her sides. His fingers wriggled along her tender skin. Jackson passion was burning hot and hot as he forced my mother to endure more and more. He scratched at her ribs. He stuck his finger in her belly button. He even would squeeze her thighs every so often, just to throw her off.

That’s when Jackson looked over at my father. I saw my father blush at being seen watching. It was as if my dad had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Jackson gave a devious smile.
‘Where should I tickle her next, Samuel? Tell me. Where would you like to see me tickle your wife?’ Jackson asked.

Through his own laughter, my father responded, ‘Her feet. Her feet. Her feet.’ He repeated excitedly like a dog wanting a treat. ‘Please get her feet master! I want to see you tickle her feet.’


Chapter 17 – Mommy’s ticklish feet (m/f)

‘What!?’ my mother exclaimed in surprise. ‘Samuel. How could you?’ she asked hurt by what my father had said.

‘Have you enjoyed the show so far, Samuel?’ Jackson asked.

My father nodded feverishly. ‘Yes! Yes, I have my master.’

‘Do you see that I am the better man?’

‘Oh yes. You are the better man. So much better.’

The words my father said were just absolutely disgusting. I knew Jackson had made him his bitch. But it still felt so horrible to watch it play out. I know, not only I, but my sister and mother felt similar. We saw every shred of what we loved about my father be ripped away.

Jackson smiled. ‘You’ll see, Samuel. I can make your wife move in ways you can’t.’ Jackson scoffed. ‘Well, I already have. But you’ll get an extra special treat. Cause, I’m going to make her do it even more.’

‘Yes. Yes. Do it, master. Make her beg. Have your way with her,’ my father said.

Jackson looked down into my mother’s eyes. ‘I will make you beg for me to make such sweet love to you.’

Again, my mother thought being stubborn would be strong. But in truth, she was playing his game.

‘I will not. I will never ever want you to have your way with me,’ my mother responded.

Jackson got up from the bed. He moved towards the middle. ‘Are you sure?’ He placed a hand on her kneecap.

My mother kept up her act. ‘I won’t. You hear me. I won’t. No much how you-’ My mother’s face twitched. ‘You--tic-you-tic-’ A smile crept onto her face. ‘Youhuhuhuhu.’ She wanted to finish her sentence. But Jackson pinched her knee. She tried to get the words out through her giggles. ‘No mater hooouhuhu how muhahach youhuuuuhuhuhu t-t-tickle mehehehehehehe!’ A stream of laughter radiated from her. ‘Whuuuuu whoooooo huhuhahahahahahahahahah!’

Jackson’s fingers teased along her thighs. Then he grabbed her leg. He held it so his fingers could make their way to the underside of her knee. There they scribbled along the tender flesh.
‘Hahahahahahahaaha! Get away from there! Hahahahahaha! Quit it!’

After a few moments, Jackson’s fingers moved on. They slowly made there way down my mother’s leg.

‘Yes, master,’ my dad said. ‘Get her feet. Get her feet!’

‘Be quiet, Samuel. How could you? I can’t believe I married you,’ my mother responded.

Those words stung. My father didn’t fully seem to care as much. But my sister and I did. It was a knife to our hearts.

Jackson got closer to my mother’s feet. ‘This where you want me to go, right Samuel?’

My father nodded furiously.

‘No… please… you can’t…’ My mother said with rising panic. Every inch caused her to get more and more uncomfortable. She quivered with fear. ‘Not there! Anywhere but there!’

Jackson’s two fingers mimic a slow walk.

With each inch, my mother got more frantic. Her breathing became heavier. I could see her trembling.

‘No, no, no. Not my feet. Not my feet. Anywhere, but my feet.’

‘It looks like you take such good care of your feet. You’ve done a marvelous job, Grace. They look so soft. So tender. So ticklish. I don’t know if I could hold myself back.’

‘Oh-my-god,’ my mother said with dismay.

‘Yes. They are so exquisite. Just like the rest of your body.’ Jackson licked his lips.

‘Noooooo. Please! I’m begging you. Don’t do this. My feet are insanely ticklish.’

‘Are they now?’ Jackson asked.

‘They are sooooo ticklish. I can’t walk on grass barefoot. I can’t scratch my foot. I laugh like an idiot during pedicures. Ask my daughter.’ She said trying to make her case. ‘Please. You’ve done enough. Don’t tickle my feet. Anything but that. Just don’t tickle my feet.’

Jackson approached my mother’s feet. He sat before them. He looked at them longingly. ‘These are the most luscious feet I’ve ever seen. They are so big. My guess is a size 10. And look at those long toes. Such mature feet with great wrinkles. They are so smooth. Oh my. You could be a foot model Grace. You’d make lots of money. Especially if you let them tickle you. And you can take it from me. I’ve scoured the internet. And never found anything quite like what I’m seeing here. You see I have a foot fetish. And a tickling one as well. I’ve seen plenty of feet. Though, yours take the cake. They are even better than the twenty-year old's. Yours by far are the prettiest feet in the world.’

Red filled my mother’s cheeks as she blushed.

Again, here she was in a compromising situation, and she was being seduced. I couldn’t believe it. Both my father and mother had fallen prey to this man. I looked over. Even my sister and I had fallen for his son’s antiques. Our whole family had been dominated by them.

‘I can’t wait to tickle them,’ Jackson said.

‘No. No. Don’t. You can’t. I’ll die. I’m so ticklish. Please. My feet are too ticklish.’

‘But first.’ Jackson leaned in. He took my mothers big toe into his mouth. He was very skilled. I knew from his thoughts that he’d done this before. He knew had to make it so my mother wouldn’t laugh. Instead, he’d suckle her foot. He’d worship it. He sucked and licked at them.

My father was very aroused by this. I heard Boots comment on him having a raging hard on. Through my sister’s gag. I heard her moan a bit. Though, she wasn’t the only one. My mother was so enticed by the act, she too made a sound of ecstasy.

Jackson continued to worship her foot. This went on an on for quite some time. I saw it become so pleasurable to my mom her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Then when they came back, I saw her become crossed eyed as she focused in at Jackson’s tongue as it went over her toes. More moans escaped my mother’s mouth than I wanted to count. It became another extreme conflict in myself, I like the rest of family could fell a strong sense of arouse from the sight before. No matter how hard I tried to pull myself away. I couldn’t. My eyes were glued to what was happening.

I could feel and read my mother’s thoughts. Which made the situation all the more awkward. And added to the conflict. My mother had never ever felt so good. My father had never made her eyes roll back or her to go crossed eyed. I learned that majority of my mother’s orgasms were fake. At first that hurt and stung. Though, I realized from this situation that my parents, and sister all played the world’s acting game. That made me feel stupid for being surprised. I should’ve seen the falsehood coming.

Jackson slurped at my mother’s toes. His tongue lapped at her foot. It was like he wanted to stay there. Not just out of his own foot fetish desire, but to really make my dad and mother suffer. To show my father how he could manipulate his wife and make her feel things that she never did with my father. And to make my mother fall deeper into his spell. To have her relish in the pleasure she was receiving. For her to become his play thing willingly.

My mother looked down at Jackson with a flirtatious smile. ‘Oh Jackson. Please keep going. I love this so-‘ Her sentence was finished with a yelp. Jackson had swiped a quick finger along her other sole.

Jackson pulled back. He looked at her deviously. ‘Some pleasure. Now some torture to go with it. It is time I got those feet.’

I saw my mother’s eyes lit up. ‘Oh god, no. Not now. Go back to what you were doing.’

Jackson shook his head. ‘I told you. You aren’t in control. I am. And I want to tickle your feet.’

‘Please don’t. Not that. Don’t tickle. Oh please – not my feet. Anything but that.’

There was another phrase she’d never said to my father. It wasn’t a gut punch. More like a low blow. Maybe that’s why it turned him on so much. He couldn’t get her to say it, but Jackson had. Jackson really loved when she had said it.

‘Anything?’ Jackson asked.

My mother hesitated. ‘Just don’t tickle my feet. Please. I’m begging you.’

‘Listen to that Samuel. Your wife is begging another man. She even said the word anything.’

Jackson really enjoyed pushing my father’s head down. He loved how much this whole thing humiliated our family. What had we done to him to deserve this? His son was my bully. Yet, here he was like he was John Wick, we’d killed his puppy and he was now on a revenge mission. But he wasn’t.

‘Make her beg some more master,’ my father respond. ‘Make her beg some more.’

‘I think I will.’ Jackson looked over at my mother. ‘Beg me some more. I want to really feel it.’

‘Oh please. Please. Don’t tickle my poor feet. They are so ticklish. Please. Please. Don’t tickle them,’ my mother said.

‘Nope. I don’t feel it,’ Jackson replied.

‘Please Jackson. Don’t tickle my feet. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Don’t tickle my feet.’ Her effort to repeat please seemed less effective.

Jackson sighed. ‘Is that it?’

My mother blinked. ‘What do you want me to say?’

Jackson scoffed. ‘I want you to really beg. Put all your emotion into it. And call me master while doing it. Maybe then I’ll considered what you have to offer.’ Jackson moved his hands closer to her feet. ‘Maybe you need some encouragement.’

I saw my mother’s eyes pop out. ‘No. No. I don’t. I’ll beg. I’ll beg.’ I felt her dismay and other emotions give way to the urge to not have her feet tickled. She yanked at her restraints. She tried to pull her feet away. Her voice escalated to a pitch of panic, surrender, and subjugation. ‘Pleassssssse master. Please don’t tickle my feet. I’m begging you, master. Anything but that. Please. Not my feet. Not my feet master. I’m begging you, master. Please don’t tickle my feet. I’ll do anything. I’m begging master, please don’t tickle my fee-feehehe-feehehehe-feeeeeeeeeeet!’

Jackson’s fingers fluttered over my mother’s right arch. His adept fingers used their dexterity to wiggle all over my mother’s sole. She burst into laughter. As quickly as Jackson started. He stopped.

‘Thank god you stopped.’ My mother panted.

‘One last chance. Maybe this time, you’ll used a more words to detail your current predicament. You master wants you to beg. So beg. Or should I do both feet?’

My mother shook her head. ‘I’ll beg better. You’ll see master.’ She took a deep breath. Now putting on her best seductive voice. Now she was consciously playing his game. And allowing him to manipulate her. My mother pleaded as hard as she could. It was like her life depended on it. ‘Please, master! Oh please, oh please! I can’t take it! I’m begging you! I’m ticklish! You win! You are my master! Not my husband! I’m all yours. You can do anything you want. You have all the power. You are in control. You have dominated me. I’m completely helpless. Utterly defenseless. My soles laid bare before you. I’m vulnerable. I’ll do anything you ask of me. Just please don’t tickle my feet. Leave them alone. Have mercy master. Please have mercy on me. Have mercy on my ticklish soles. Please have mercyyyy!’

The feelings that arose me were so devastating. To hear my mother, say such words was worst that anything I’d ever felt in my life. It was worse than being bullied. Worse than being punched. Worse than any torment I’ve ever had to endure. I began to pray for any someone to come save us. I felt tears form in my eyes. I wanted a super hero to came save me so badly. But no one came.

'Tickle, tickle. Who has ticklish mommy feet,' Jackson teased. He reached forward. His fingers scribbled down my mother’s sensitive soles. She wailed in ticklish laughter. Her whole body convulsed as it poured out of her.

‘Wahahahahahahahahaha! OH MY GOD! Hahahahahahahaha!’ She shrieked.

Her feet jerked from side to side. She tugged at her restraints. But they gave her no slack. She was held tight in her x position. Unable to protect herself from Jackson’s onslaught of tickles.

‘Please! Please master! No more! I’m begging you! I beg you! I beg you! Please have mercy!’ my mother cried in her state of hysterics. ‘Kyahahahahahahahahahaha! It tickles! Hahahahahahaha! Someone save me! Hahahahahaha! He’s tickling my feet! Whoooooohuhuhuhuhuh! My poor ticklish feet! Hahahahahaha! My poor ticklish maternal feet!’

Jackson used his fingers to go in between her toes. He had his finger glide over her arch. He nimbly traced circles on the ball of her foot. Jackson did it all. He left no spot on my mother’s foot untouched. She appeared to be going insane. She jabbered on incoherently as if being drive completely mad by the sensations.

My mother cackled like a witch, ‘Help me! Hahahahahaha! Someone help me! Hahahahahahahaha! Please Samuel! Hahahahaha! Megan! Hahahaha! X! Hahahahahaha! Someone make him stop! Ah ah hahahahahaha! It tickles so bad! Oh god, it tickles! It tickles, it tickles, it tickles!’

As she called out our names. I knew she was desperate to make it stop. But there was nothing I could do. Nothing any of us could do.

‘Oh my- Gahahahahahahahahahahd! Please master! Hahaahahahahuhuhuhuhuhu! I can’t take it! Hahahahahaha! I can’t take anymore! Hahahahahaha! I’ll do whatever you want…! J-just plehehehehehease staahahahhahahap tickling mehehehehehe! You win! Hahahahahahaha! I give up, I give up, I give up!’ She screamed from the abyss of hysterical laughter.

I could feel her surrender. She knew she was his. Her feet. Her body. And now her mind were all his. She like my father had been dominated.

I saw Jackson swell up with pride as my mother begged him.

‘Beg him to fuck you!’ I heard my father exclaimed.

Jackson smiled. ‘Say it again, Samuel.’

‘Fuck my wife!’ my father said. ‘Please fuck her. Beg him to fuck you, Grace.’

‘Do you want that Grace?’ Jackson asked.

My mother writhed about. She looked at Jackson. ‘Yessssssss! Oh god, yesssssss! Have your way with me! I’m all yours, master.’

‘Are you sure that’s what you want Grace? For me to fuck you in front of your husband. For me to fuck you in front of your children.’

‘Oh my god, yesssss! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I don’t care about my children! I just want to be tickled by my master. I want him to fuck me,’ my mother shouted through her laughter.

Those words were like a bomb. It went off and blew up everything I had ever known. Even my sister was struck by my mothers words.

That’s when Jackson stopped.

He walked over to Rat-face. ‘You can stop recording now.’

Rat-face did as he was told and handed Jackson the phone.

'You still have Megan's phone right?' Jackson asked.

Rat-face nodded.

'Good. Post the video of her being tickled to her social media. And make sure to send it to us, so we have it backed up.'

Rat-face did as he was told.

My mother and father stared at him with surprise.

‘What are you doing?’ my mother asked.

Jackson looked at Boots, Spike, Ronnie, and Rat-face. ‘Untie them. We are leaving.’

‘What? No. Come back. Tickle my feet. Fuck me. Please tickle my feet and fuck me.’

‘Yes,’ my father agreed. ‘You have to tickle her feet and fuck her.’

Spike, Ronnie, Boots, and Rat-face whined. But Jackson made sure that they untied us.

My father and mother continued to plead with Jackson to continue tickling my mother’s feet, and to have his way with her. Though, Jackson refused.

Jackson held out his hand. ‘Give me your phone,’ he commanded. My mother gave him her phone. Jackson put his number in. He called himself, so that he had her number. ‘I will call you to finish our arrangement.’

My sister went to put on her boots. But Jackson stopped her.

‘Take their shoes. I want them to do the walk of shame barefoot,’ he said.

With that, Jackson, Ronnie, Spike, and Rat-face all left.

My family all stood there for a bit. Then we all left as well. None of us said a single word as we made our way home barefoot. As I walked home. I wished for this moment to be behind me. But I couldn’t sleep. The moment haunted me. I could still hear my sister’s laugh. My father’s laugh. And especially my mother’s.

All I could think about was getting my revenge.

What an amazing story bro, its got amazing detail and the best senario ever

Great story! You're one of the best new writers I've discovered in the space. Loved the attention to detail. Looking forward to the next chapter here, as well as Part 3 of the other series you had.

TKmagician said:

What an amazing story bro, its got amazing detail and the best senario ever

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Glad you liked it! Been working on this one for quite sometimes. Feels like I’m writing a novel lol

vegeta said:

Great story! You're one of the best new writers I've discovered in the space. Loved the attention to detail. Looking forward to the next chapter here, as well as Part 3 of the other series you had.

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Wow! Thank you for the compliment! I know I sent you a message on DA, but I still wanted to say thank you so much!!! It means a lot to me to hear people’s feedback. I’m already working on the next part, both for this series and the other you mentioned. It takes some as I flow between series. Lol cause I have problems when it comes to holding my attention. Though, they are coming.

.....holy s*** this was good

Though I guess if I have one slight grievance (wouldn't call it that tho) it would be that the foot worship was relegated to JUST the mother. But hey, she had size 10s with long toes and that's my fave kind of feet on a lady XD

Awesome

Amazing as always

We are waiting for revange!

Thank you all!!!

Jondude said:

.....holy s*** this was good

Though I guess if I have one slight grievance (wouldn't call it that tho) it would be that the foot worship was relegated to JUST the mother. But hey, she had size 10s with long toes and that's my fave kind of feet on a lady XD

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Lol glad you liked it!

Ah, good point! I will make sure to remedy that in the next part. Also, I agree. Size 10s and long toes for the win!

Vidarmagne said:

Amazing as always

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Thank you so much! I appreciate it

Miwielki said:

We are waiting for revange!

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Oh, there will be vengeance. There will be ticklish vengeance. Mwahahaha!

Tickling_Anime said:

Lol glad you liked it!

Ah, good point! I will make sure to remedy that in the next part. Also, I agree. Size 10s and long toes for the win!

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Sweet! Get Sam and the whole family in on a sole tonguebath XD

Oh and I followed on dA, excellent works friend!

Fantastic story with great characters and plot! I love the m/m the most, and the verbal teasing of Jackson and Ronnie is some of the best I haver read. Just absolutely devastating and humiliating. What Jackson did to Samuel is one the hottest things I have ever read. Thank you for writing and sharing! Can't wait for more!

Jondude said:

Sweet! Get Sam and the whole family in on a sole tonguebath XD

Oh and I followed on dA, excellent works friend!

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Lol very interesting idea

Thank you!!! I appreciate the follow. I’ll continue to keep putting out some good works.

Brody27 said:

Fantastic story with great characters and plot! I love the m/m the most, and the verbal teasing of Jackson and Ronnie is some of the best I haver read. Just absolutely devastating and humiliating. What Jackson did to Samuel is one the hottest things I have ever read. Thank you for writing and sharing! Can't wait for more!

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Thank you for the compliment! I appreciate it. I enjoyed making things very dark and devastating. Glad you enjoyed it. More is coming. And revenge is so soooo sweet. Mwahahahaha!

I always like the idea of a my hero academia type world with tons of tickling great job

souleater2659 said:

I always like the idea of a my hero academia type world with tons of tickling great job

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Thank you! Glad you liked the nod. I might expand the idea further down the line. More superhero/meta/mutant/quirk/anyone with super powers tickling XD

One of the very best stories out there, congrats!

tickling_jim85 said:

One of the very best stories out there, congrats!

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Thank you for the compliment!! I’m glad you enjoyed the story.

One of my very favorite stories on here! Still hoping for the sequel!

Footnotized said:

One of my very favorite stories on here! Still hoping for the sequel!

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So, what I am hearing is I should put some extended and extra scenes, and get the sequel out lol

This Was Great!

The sequel would be amazing! This will be hard to top but I'm sure you'll do just that!
I'd love to see an extended scene where Ronnie and his pals help his dad work Grace over! It would be amazing!
Thanks so much for writing this awesome tale!