Thanks everyone for your kind comments! Sorry it took so long, but the final part is ready. It doesn't have as much tickling as the other parts, but I couldn't NOT post the ending, could I?
There's a possibility of another part, an epilogue,
maybe. I'll only write it if I feel inspired to write it, meaning that it won't be anytime soon. Whilst the majority of stories I write are more focused on foot fetishism rather than tickle fetishism, I'd love to write a truly intense, completely cruel tickle story at some point. So keep an eye out for future stories of mine! Any foot fetish story I write with significant tickling will be posted here too.
Let me know what you think of this final instalment, what you liked about it, what you disliked; anything! With that, I'm going back into writing hibernation, enjoy!
Part 5 (finale)
“Free your brother, Jessica. We'll be waiting for you both in the living room.” Kim ordered her daughter before going upstairs, Karen beside her.
“Okay mom!”
Adam was only barely aware of the conversation. He was breathing heavily, sucking the ends of Jessica's old soccer socks towards his nostrils with every inhalation. The flavour of the rest of the socks had persisted as Adam chewed them throughout his latest bout of tickle torture, absorbing his laughter just like how they once absorbed the sweat of his sister's feet.
When Adam felt the extra hands start tickling his feet whilst Jessica was at his armpits, he thought that he would finally lose his mind to the torment. It was beyond unbearable, three different people all working together with maximum effort to push him to the brink of insanity. That had lasted only a short time because of his mother's mercy, commenting that perhaps he'd had enough. Regardless of the words she spoke, Kim had allowed the tickling to go on for a while longer. Adam couldn't say for certain how long the final stretch had lasted, but it was only a fraction of the time Jessica had spent delivering ticklish agony.
“Looks like mom and aunt Karen are done with tickling you, for today at least.” Jessica said, her momentarily idle fingers had sought out her brother's nipples to toy with once more. “Don't worry, I'll have you back in this thing at the next opportunity.”
Adam felt her fingers leave his chest and start to unbind his wrists. He sighed with relief through his nose, but breathed back in suddenly when she stopped.
“Actually, before I let you out of that chair and bring you upstairs, we're going to make a deal.”
A deal? What is it now? Adam thought to himself, unable to express it out loud. Already having made one deal with his aunt, one he regretted, he felt a tide of hesitation cover him.
“Mom is going to make you an offer later. She told me so when we stopped tickling, when you were recovering. You'll know what I mean when she asks. What I need you to do is say 'yes'. I imagine that you'll say yes anyway, considering that you're a huge foot freak and everything, but I feel like I should provide further encouragement. If you say no to her question, I shall post all the footage and pictures I have taken of you onto social media. I have it all backed up, don't ask how, so if you tell mom, I'll think of a way to make you pay as well as posting it all. Understand?”
Jessica waited a moment as her brother took in the details of the deal, but grew impatient. “Do you understand, Adam?”
Adam nodded, feeling the urgency in her words. He didn't even know what he was agreeing to, not really, but the threat proved too dangerous. If the footage Jessica had was leaked, it would ruin his life.
“Good. Very good.” Even through his blindfold, Adam could sense her smile.
Jessica then restarted what she had been doing before, following the command given by her mom. Adam felt some of frustrations vanish as his bindings were undone. His wrists, his legs, his feet, his eyes. Being able to see once more was certainly a plus. However his sister saw fit to leave the gag in place and allow him to keep wearing her old soccer cleats as a pair of necklaces. Not even a word was spoken, Jessica clicked her fingers at the bottom of the staircase leading up and walked up, having Adam crawl behind on all fours, his eyes locked onto the backs of her boots.
Despite what likely awaited him, Adam was happy to be leaving the basement. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to go down there again without remembering what had happened over the past two days. The bucket of sock water had been left behind too. Jessica led her brother over to the couch where his mom and aunt waited, the soccer cleats swinging as he crawled.
“Oh my, here he is!” Karen said. “I didn't get a good look in the basement, but now it looks like Jessica certainly did a number on you, nephew.”
“Did you have to put chewing gum in his hair, Jessica?” Kim said, noting the wad of used gum amongst her son's messy hair.
“Sorry mom.” Jessica provided her mother with the most innocent of smiles. “I got carried away.”
Kim shook her head disapprovingly, but Karen grinned. “Don't worry Jessica. She won't admit it, but your mom does the same thing.”
“I do not!”
“You should have seen her face when she was tickling Adam's foot. She had this crazed look in her eyes. There's no way that she wasn't loving it.”
Ignoring the giggling of her daughter, Kim sighed. “I'm stopping this conversation here. We can't keep our foot slave waiting for too long. He's been punished enough, and I bet his tongue is yearning to lick some sweaty soles.”
The eyes of both Jessica and Adam widened in surprise, but Jessica was the only one able to speak. “Have you changed your mind on making Adam our foot slave, mom? It sure sounds like you have.”
Kim chuckled. “Let's just say that your aunt has been making some good arguments. I'm not entirely convinced, however I see no reason that we can't enjoy tonight.” Her eyes shifted to her son. “All of us.”
“It's true, Adam probably wants this more than any of us. He told me as much several times this afternoon. Apparently he's in love with my feet!”
“That was one of the stronger arguments that my sister made.” Kim nodded. “Meaning that we can go all out and not worry about traumatising poor Adam with our stinky feet.”
“First of all, however,” Kim continued “I'm sure that he'll need the toilet considering how much we tickled him. I have a new outfit in mind too. So, Jessica, if you would kindly take your brother to bathroom, get him prepared for some foot worshipping, I would be most appreciative.”
“Sure thing mom!”
“Wonderful.” Kim held out a plastic bag. “Everything you need is in here.”
Jessica hastily retrieved the bag and started laughing when she looked inside. “Mom! You're so mean!”
“Only the best for my boy.”
“Come on, big bro. Up to the bathroom. You don't want to keep your other masters waiting!” Jessica kicked Adam's butt, sending him in the right direct. It was largely unnecessary, a command would have been enough.
In the bathroom, Jessica stared at her brother with crossed arms. He raised his eyebrows, not sure if she wanted him to urinate before or after she gave him the new outfit, and she gave a single, angry tut. “What are you waiting for, idiot? Piss!”
The sudden anger made Adam hurry. He started to stand but Jessica pushed him back to a crawling position. “What do you think you're doing? I didn't say that you could stand.”
Adam wondered how exactly his sister intended to have him use the toilet. Hoping his question would be clear, he looked from her to the toilet then back to her.
“Oh?” She giggled. “I think I see your problem. Why don't you get in the bath and piss like a dog?”
He groaned and set his sister with pleading eyes. He doubted that his mom would approve of this, but snitching on Jessica wasn't possible right now. Reluctantly, Adam climbed into the bath on all fours. He made to tug down his boxers but looked to his companion before starting and found her gazing at him with a smile on her face.
“Stop being such a prude. It's just a penis. You don't think that I'll go mad with lust at the sight of my own brother's genitals, do you? I have a lot more restraint than you. Also, you might as well get rid of them completely, they won't be needed any more.”
Adam felt ashamed as he struggled to remove his boxer shorts between the confining walls of the bathtub, but managed it eventually. He dropped them outside of the tub. They felt heavy, soaked with his own sweat and a small amount of semen which likely escaped under the effects of his sister's relentless sexual teasing.
Then, he urinated. It took a moment of repositioning, moving his legs up the slight slopes of the bath to leave them clear of the river he would create. He looked at the wall, blushing because he knew that Jessica was still watching him.
“Out.”
Adam was happy to oblige. He carefully avoided the bottom of the bathtub and stepped out, ending back up on hands and knees with Jessica enthroned on a closed toilet.
Nearing laughter, Jessica reached into the bag and pulled out what she expected Adam to wear. He felt himself whimper at the sight of the tiny pink panties. “See why I called mom mean? These would be small on me! You won't be able to hide any naughty erections when you're wearing these babies. Hurry up and put them on.”
The panties smacked Adam in the face and fell to the floor. He sighed with resignation, staring at the crumpled pink material for a moment. But any longer risked his sister's ire. Grabbing them, he put them on, a much easier task than taking off his boxer shorts in the bath. They certainly weren't comfortable however. They clung to his crotch tightly, he could feel a breeze on the exposed top of his ass crack and didn't need to look down to see that his junk was on display for anyone who cared to look, barely contained by the panties.
The laughter that Jessica had been holding was let out in a mocking barrage. “Oh my god, they suit you big bro! Now, crawl over to my feet. No kissing my boots, you perv! I want to be the one to put your collar on.”
Collar? Oh no. Sure, he was attracted to the feet of his family and that brought unbearable shame. A part of him yearned to become a slave to their feet. But this? This was becoming too much. Regardless, he crawled over and allowed her to slip the black leather around his neck and buckle it, but not before she gleefully showed him the little silver tag with his name engraved into it. He couldn't help but feel like he was rapidly losing all control, his sudden slavery to his family progressing far faster than he wanted.
I have to find a way out of this. That was Adam's primary thought as he followed his sister down to the living room. Back into the lion's den.
“Aww, there's our doggie!” Karen grinned.
“We have to get rid of those soccer cleats. I can't see his name-tag. Come here,” Kim paused, a smile sneaking onto her lips “doggie.”
Adam crawled over to his mom, who untied the laces of Jessica's cleats and let them drop to the floor before nudging them away with a foot. Her nose wrinkled. “Ugh. Foul things. I bet you loved them. Now, sit. Let's get a good look at you.”
Uneasily, Adam sat back on the floor, letting his audience properly see his new outfit.
“I love it. You look adorable, Adam. It's hard to believe that my nephew is now a dog who wants nothing more than stinky feet.”
Kim was smiling when she looked down at her son. “I'm glad I paid a little extra for the name-tag. It's so cute. I told the lady at the pet store that you were an obedient little dog that loved smelling feet. She laughed and told us that her new puppy does the same thing. She even showed us some pictures of it, such a precious little thing. Unfortunately, I had none to share, but I think that needs to change. Don't you dare blink!”
She pulled out her phone and started taking pictures of Adam. He felt the humiliation roasting his cheeks from within.
“I gotta get in on this. The girls won't believe that my nephew is a perverted foot boy. This should serve as suitable evidence. I'll take a few more later with him sucking my toes to be sure.”
Jessica came over and started pulling her phone out, eager to get more pictures, but Kim stopped her. “No, Jessica. I trust Karen to keep this somewhat private. I love you sweetie, but I don't think that you'll be able to resist sharing this with your friends to torment your brother.”
Jessica looked disappointed, but relented. “Fine, mom.”
Kim looked surprised at the lack of protest. Adam was less surprised and more than a little concerned, knowing that his evil sister had more than enough evidence of this weekend. He hoped that she would keep to her word, as he intended to keep to his.
“So, Adam.” Kim spoke, once she and her sister were done taking pictures, that is.
Adam turned his attention to his mother.
“Karen and I have had our smelly sneakers on since we left, no socks, and it's been a hot one today.” Kim gave a short laugh as she watched her son squirm under her words, not at all used to being spoken to in such a way, especially by his own mother.
“They had the A/C on whilst doing our nails.” Karen joined in, pretending to examine her newly manicured nails, but eyeing Adam in between the gaps of her fingers with a smile. “But we asked specifically for it to be turn off. The poor girls weren't happy, until we tipped well.”
“Do you know what that means, Adam?” Kim asked, before shaking her head. “Oh, silly me. You're still gagged!” Adam knew that there was no way she had forgotten, especially with him sitting right in front of her.
“I think it's about time we freed that mouth of yours. I'm sure your sister's socks are awfully bitter.” Kim worked the tape from around her son's mouth slowly, trying to reduce the pull of the adhesive side against his skin. She only partially succeeded, he had to grit his teeth when the tape refused to let go.
“Thanks.” Adam said once his mom plucked the long socks out. He was truly grateful as he exercised his jaw and lips.
“As I was saying; what it means, Adam, that our feet are extraordinarily sweaty and stinky. Much more than they were before. No socks, stink shoes, summer heat, on our feet all day? Yikes. That's usually be a recipe for disaster. But for you, it's a dream come true.”
“Is it time to give our foot boy his celebratory meal yet, Kim?” Karen asked, pulling out a bag larger than the one that had been provided to Jessica.
Kim started grinning so much that her lips split and showed her teeth. “I suppose it is. Jessica, pull the coffee table away and sit down next to us. Adam, fetch us a serving plate.”
The siblings obeyed. Jessica was much faster than her brother on account of her task being simpler and being allowed to stand. Adam had stood for a moment in the kitchen to reach down the item asked of him and crawled back to the living room in a peculiar fashion; on three limbs with the huge plate held high in his fourth.
“Place it at my feet. Now.” Kim said. She was leftmost on the couch. In the centre was Karen and on the far right was Jessica, wearing that near perpetual grin of hers. In the process of putting the plate down, Karen had passed her sister a Tupperware box from the second goodie bag of the evening.
Inside the sealed plastic box was something that Adam recognised. At the fancy restaurant that they used to go to their previous town, he'd always ordered chicken liver pate with toast. It was a favourite starter of his.
Kim unclasped the box and removed the lid. Adam felt his stomach rumble. It wasn't from the same place, but smelt delicious all the same. However there was a certain... unpleasant undercurrent to the smell. It seemed familiar. With a smile still plastered on her face, Kim lowered the box down so that her son could get a good look.
Despite his fetish for stinky feet, Adam gagged a little. He could see little pieces of lint and grime sprinkled in amongst the mushed up pate. His mom laughed when she saw his reaction.
“I asked the waitresses and chef if they could add anything to it. The situation was explained, so when I take you to that restaurant expect to be mocked. One waitress had acquired an impressive amount of sock lint between her toes. Apparently she was nearing the end of a 12 hour shift. The chef contributed a lot too. She pulled the insoles out of her shoes and scraped all the dirt and gross stuff off the top of each with a knife. I think they enjoyed participating.”
It was a disgusting meal, but Adam was undeniably hungry. He would have to eat it. Kim turned the box upside down and the small loaf of paste slid out and hit the plate in a rather unappetising manner. Adam thought about how much presentation improved this meal, but remember how tasty it could be.
Something was missing. “H-How...” Still unused to talking, he struggled with words. “How do you want me to eat it?”
Honestly, Adam wasn't expecting a fork or a spoon. He expected his mother to tell him to eat it like a dog. But she surprised him when her leg lifted up and stomped down onto the plate, smushing the pate and smearing it all over the dirty bottom of her sneaker.
Kim lifted the sole of her shoe up to her son and he obediently, if a little hesitantly, started eating the pate. It came off easily enough, though he had to shove his tongue deep into the treads and grooves of the rubber sole where the paste had claimed a deeper home. Some mouthfuls were accompanied by a note of a particular cheesiness, one that Adam had become a little more used to since the start of his brief foot worshipping journey. Knowing where that flavour came from aroused and humiliated him, as well as causing his stomach to churn slightly if he thought too much about it.
Each time the sneaker was mostly clean, Kim would stomp the main body of the starter again, acquiring a fresh, thick layer on the sole. Once almost all of it was gone, with a few clumps and smearings remaining on the plate, she used her other foot to slide the plate over, placing it underneath Karen.
“Yay! My turn!” Karen said. She pulled out a piece of packaged food that Adam also recognised. A burger, wrapped up and covered with corporate logos. Adam knew what was within, it was the same thing he ordered every time he visited that particular fast food joint.
“Double cheeseburger. No pickles. Your favourite.” Karen opened the packaging with deliberate slowness. Kim watched and giggled, Jessica frowned and remained quiet, not knowing how her aunt intended to taint this one.
“Smells...” Karen took a deep sniff “delicious! However, I think it's missing a few ingredients. Wouldn't you agree, Adam?”
After sparing her nephew a devious grin, Karen peeled away the top of the bun. Some chunks of bread tore away, glued by the condiments. Karen added a condiment of her own to the mix, dribbling a good amount of saliva onto the cheese-topped meat.
“Hold on.” Karen spent a few moments with her lips pressed tightly together, summoning another mouthful of thick saliva, then spat that out all over the burger too. The top bun was reapplied with a sickening slap and the concoction of ketchup, mustard and drool oozed out of the side, consisting mostly of the third.
The burger was dropped to the plate below. Adam thought that this was his cue to begin, but his mom's foot blocked his advance. Karen removed one of her sneakers, using the other to leverage it off, and pulled forth her bare foot. It looked sweaty. It smelled stinky. And there was little doubt in Adam's mind that it would taste awful.
“I don't think they put enough cheese on this one. Don't worry, I'll fix that for you.” The bare foot descended, toes wiggling as if itching to touch the smooth top of the bread bun. When they did make contact they didn't stop, they kept going. All five digits sunk into the malleable dome which initially gave way but soon began to tear, ripped apart by the toes. The structure of the entire thing altered as the weight of Karen's smelly foot was applied.
Adam watched with horror as his aunt reduced the originally quite appetising burger into a spit and sweat soaked mess. Remnants of pate were collected as her foot played with the food. After what must have been a good two minutes, Karen's foot pulled away, dressed in the remains of the burger.
“Bon appetite.” Karen winked when Adam met her eyes, before drawing his gaze back down to her feet with a wave of burger-covered toes. He needed no push, he knew that his cruel relatives would be quick to admonish him with an equally cruel but creative punishment should he show the slightest sign of resistance.
Some of the tasty, unhealthy goodness was still present, at the very least. But it was always second to the foul flavours of Karen's toes. Cheesy and sour beyond belief, Adam had to choke down the particularly potent bites. He sucked the mess from her toes, cleaning out whatever had sunk between them, then moved onto lapping the rest up from her sole. Once the foot was clean of all but his own saliva Adam started eating everything from the plate, licking away every spot of burger and pate, with Karen's foot gently propped on the back of his head; a warning that he had to eat everything if he wanted to get back up.
“Oh! This burger is amazing!” Karen gloated from her seat on the couch. Adam felt himself overcome with shame and envy, eating his foot-seasoned 'treat' whilst his tormentor had pulled out and unwrapped one of her own, free from foot sweat, toejam and any other filth that could be found on a sweaty bare foot freshly pulled from a rancid sneaker. His mom and sister found this hilarious.
Adam finished first, so Karen steered his head using her damp foot and pushed it down into her stinky, unused shoe until she was finished eating. Unfortunately for Adam, his aunt was a slow eater.
“Now for dessert. I hope you're still hungry big bro!” Jessica clapped excitedly, stomping her feet on the floor. After a commanding gesture from her, Adam passed up the plate and she set it in her lap.
The plastic bag of food was emptied as Jessica pulled out a square box. Adam knew what it was, their mother often bought them from the supermarket for the family to share after dinner, so long as their stomachs could handle it. A sweet but simple vanilla cheesecake.
“Since I'm such a nice sister, I think I'll share this with you.” Jessica grinned, breaking the cardboard seal and sliding a quarter of the pre-sliced cheesecake out and held it in her hands. “Sorry in advance for being a slob. I really can't be bothered fetching a fork or a spoon.”
At first, Adam thought that this would be just Jessica teasing him. She started eating the slice with her hands, exaggerating her chewing to an irritating degree. He thought that he would have to sit here, listening to her chew, and feel jealous that she was allowed to eat such a wonderful dessert and he couldn't have any. But then Jessica spat out what she had been chewing and it sloppily plopped to the surface of the plate below. A glistening lump of white and brown.
Jessica repeated this for the entire slice. Chewing it up and spitting it out. The abomination on the plate continued growing. A pile of spit, cream cheese and biscuit. It looked disgusting.
“All done.” Jessica gleefully informed her brother once every last bite had been destroyed and spat back out by her, even though he had watched her through every step of the preparation process. “Pull off my boots, big bro. My little toesies are gonna feed you!”
Her legs picked up from the ground and her feet waggled around. Adam did what was asked of him, tugging both ugg boots from her young feet and left them discarded on the floor. He had no idea where her 'special socks' had gone, for her feet were bare. Delicately. Jessica placed the plate between her feet.
For a few moments, Jessica teased her brother by wiggling her toes around the cheesecake mush, less than an inch away from touching it. Although Adam had cleaned those feet quite recently, those shoes had brought back some of the smell. Not all of it, but enough for it to be detectable. Adam wasn't sure if he liked this fact.
But Adam could only take so much teasing. He watched his sister plunge her feet into the wet mess and as those toes toyed with the once delicious dessert, Adam felt himself stiffen below.
“Looks like Adam is enjoying himself!” Karen commented, bursting into laughter along with her sister.
“Of course he is, he's staring at the sexy toes of his goddess, preparing him a wonderful meal!” Jessica started giggling and really put some effort into coating her toes in saliva and cheesecake.
“Come and get it, big bro.” Jessica had a delighted glint in her eyes as Adam crawled over, hard as a rock. He felt like a complete pervert; aroused from watching his sister's feet and smelling the sweaty aroma wafting off of them, slightly diluted by the scent of vanilla and biscuit.
To anyone without a foot fetish, it would have been the least appetising meal in the world. Even aunt Karen's feet had been a little too awful for Adam to handle, but he fought through it anyway.
However Jessica's feet were different. They had been cleaned only a couple hours ago and were, in Adam's opinion his sister's feet were much more attractive.
He did what Jessica told him, dared him to do. He 'got it'. Leaning forwards, Adam sucked and slurped at his sister's toes, consuming the cheesecake mush. It wasn't as bad as it looked. Sure, it was terribly soggy and the knowledge that the sogginess came from copious saliva didn't make it any easier to eat, but the majority of the flavour was still present and could be tasted over spit and smelly toes.
Whilst Adam ate every last bit of chewed up, mauled cheesecake his mom, aunt and sister shared glances of both amazement and disgust. If Kim hadn't already been brought around by Karen she would likely put a stop to this and given her son a rigorous spanking, but now she was in too deep. She had facilitated this and, moreover, she was enjoying dipping her toes into Adam's perversion. Perhaps not as much as Jessica was currently enjoying dipping her toes into his mouth.
“Wow!” Jessica stuck her feet out before her, one on either side of Adam's head, and wiggled her toes. “You've actually managed to get all of it. If you ask nicely, I'll happily chew all of your meals in future, big bro.”
To further the humiliation she patted her brother on the head with a saliva-slickened foot.
Kim clapped her hands together. “Right, now you've been fed Adam, it's footrest time. Go wash up your plate and get back in here.”
* * *
Whilst the three women watched a long movie, Adam served as footrest on his hands and knees. Kim kept both sneakers on and had her feet up on his ass-end, not taking them off for the duration.
Karen was the least consistent in her behaviour. To start with, the second sneaker came off. Both of them were kicked over and placed purposefully below Adam's face, joined shortly after by Jessica's boots. Sometimes Karen would copy her sister and keep her bare feet propped up on her nephew's back. But temptation to tease got the better of her and she kept the foot used to feed Adam on his back, and moved the still dirty, stinkier foot and played with his helpless face.
Jessica gave the movie very little attention. She happily pinched and stroked her brother's face with her cute toes, giggling whenever he made a noise. Of course, whenever a noise was made Adam's body would move, and thus annoy their mother who would twist the heel of her sneaker against his bare back, pulling at his skin and bringing pain. Jessica found it especially funny when Karen helped out, moving the resting foot down to Adam's groin and poking at the still engorged cock. This caused him to make noise without fail, subsequently grunting in pain.
It was a long time to be used as furniture, being teased constantly. Sometimes Adam felt like he would collapse, but fought off the need to do so. Whether that resolve came from a desire to serve or from the desire to appear strong no one could say. Regardless, he felt immense relief when the movie finally ended.
After turning the TV off, Kim informed her son that he would be sleeping in her room tonight, and that Karen would get his bed. Adam knew better than to complain.
“Goodnight, big bro!” Jessica patted him on the head as he kissed the tops of her toes for a respectful farewell.
“Yes, goodnight. I hope your mom isn't too hard on you, in the privacy of her torture chamber.” Karen's eyes glinted mischievously.
“Torture chamber!? I'd appreciate it if you didn't call my bedroom that!” Kim slapped at Karen, wearing a smile.
“What?” Karen returned the smile, shrugging. “I certainly wouldn't want to be in his position.” She blew a kiss at her nephew. “Come on, kiss my toes so that I can go to bed. I hope you're not too broken tomorrow.”
“Ignore her Adam, you'll be fine. Maybe.” Karen giggled whilst he kissed her toes. “Now come along, I know you think your aunt's toes are a delicacy, but it's bedtime.”
Jessica and Karen left, heading to their respective rooms to sleep. Adam's mom had other plans for him, and he wasn't permitted to go to sleep quite yet.
“Hurry up, doggie.” Kim called back to Adam as she led the way up the stairs, stopping, laughing and shaking her head at how ridiculous the situation was. Adam followed along, playing the part of his mom's foot obsessed, obedient dog.
They entered Kim's room. It was large with a huge four poster bed dominating one side. Adam's eyes strayed to the evidence of his mom's dresser that told him this wasn't a spur of the moment decision, a menacing roll of duct tape next to an equally menacing jar of improvised itching lotion.
“Here.” Kim motioned to the foot of the bed. She snatched up the roll of duct tape and joined him.
Perhaps a little too roughly, she grabbed one of Adam's hands and brought it up to one of the bed posts. “Keep it there, please.” Duct tape was wrapped around Adam's wrist and the post, securing them together.
More gently than before, Kim grabbed Adam's free hand and did the same on the other bed post. Once again he was bound and helpless. Not to the same extent as before, but that didn't make him feel much better. He was also aware that his face was positioned where he imagined his mother would have her feet as she slept, giving some insight into her intentions.
“I think a little test is in order.” Kim said from behind Adam. Before he could look around, he started wrenching from side to side, laughing.
“Looks pretty secure to me.” The spidering of nails against Adam's armpits made no motion to stop. “I guess a more thorough test will be needed, so bear with me.”
“S-Stop! Please! MOM!” Adam managed to get a verbal protest out through the laughter.
“This won't do, Adam. This won't do at all. People are trying to sleep.”
The tickling halted. Adam caught his breath, listening for the near silent sound of sneakers on carpet.
Kim stalked back over, coming up behind her son.
“Mom, what are you d–”
“I saved a pair of socks, the pair from the very bottom of my hamper. I thought about putting them into the sock bucket, but I thought I might find a better use for them.” Kim explained, holding her struggling son tight as her fingers pushed one dirty sock further into his mouth.
“They're the worst smelling pair, I promise you that. I bet they'll be the best tasting pair too, for you anyway.” Kim chuckled, then brought the second sock in front of Adam's face and wiggled it around. “This one needs to join its sister. You wouldn't try and keep them apart, would you?”
Adam groaned with disgust. Seeing and smelling the sock that his mom held, the foul flavours on his tongue made sense. The sole was nearly black with sweat and dirt. But as it came for his mouth, he didn't resist.
“Good boy.” Adam received a pat on the head once the socks had been sealed between his lips with a strip of duct tape. “Now that you're nice and quiet, back to testing how secure you are.”
Before the tickling started, Adam started jerking around, trying to break free. Muffled noises came from his sock-stuffed, taped up mouth as he shook his head, but Kim was determined.
“Tickle tickle, my little doggie.” Kim spoke into Adam's ear, as close as she possibly could without being in range of his flailing head. Standing on his calves, which were out behind him, she reduced his ability to move any further than the kneeling position, and her rapidly skittering fingers chased him to his limits.
After 5 more minutes of tickling, Kim stopped and allowed her son to sag from the bedposts, moving away to grab a few things whilst Adam collected himself. She tossed it onto the bed, one item at a time. When the jar of itching lotion landed on top of her sheets, joining a piece of string with hooks on either end and a belt from a nightgown, Adam whimpered.
Kim only laughed, overhearing the faint noise fall from her son's lips. “Man up. Also, don't try and look around, I have to get changed.
Adam listened as his mother got changed into nightwear behind his back. He felt nothing of the arousal that he felt whenever faced by her stinky feet, or any other feet for that matter.
“All done.” Adam flinched away from his mom's warm hand when it landed on his shoulder, but relaxed when it started massaging the tension out of the muscles.
He moaned, closing his eyes softly, letting the sensations take him away.
The hand left his shoulder and joined its partner in reaching over and grabbing that jar of itching lotion. Adam missed the taking of the jar itself, but noticed the absence immediately upon opening his eyes. In an attempt to dissuade his mother from torturing him with the evil concoction once more, he pleaded into the filthy socks occupying his mouth.
She ignored him. Once the top was unscrewed, Kim gingerly scooped out a healthy amount with bare fingers. It wasn't easy for her, the stuff had been applied to her skin in the past and she knew how terrible the stuff was. But now she had the option to scrub her hands clean of it. Adam had no such option.
Pulling the back band of her son's tiny pair of panties, Kim exposed his butt crack and let a glob of the itching lotion drop between them.
Adam started writhing around with tears welling in his eyes. “If you don't stop right this instant mister, I'll give you a triple dose. I bet that I could cover your body with that much. Do you want to see if I'm right?” Adam stopped moving around, a few tears escaping from his eyes. “Good boy.”
Kim then proceeded to smear what remained on her hand around Adam's rear, avoiding the crack which already had enough, moving up to apply it to both armpits once all the space covered by the panties had a coating.
What came next, Adam did not anticipate. He knelt there, awaiting that intense itching to kick in at any moment, when he was suddenly struck by a flash of pain. It was a deep, tight pain that burned between his ass cheeks and put pressure on his swollen balls. He screamed into his mom's smelliest socks.
Meanwhile, Kim giggled. One hand held the band of her son's panties high in the air, stretching the material with a vicious wedgie. The other hand grabbed the piece of string. Adam cried out into the gag again as the wedgie pulled harder, his mom lifting the panties higher.
“Almost there...” It grew harder still, Adam's squeals of pain became more and more high pitched, his butt jiggled with discomfort. Even worse, the itching was starting to take hold.
“Got it!” When the wedgie reached its highest point, Kim stepped back. Unfortunately for Adam, it held in place. “That string should keep that wedgie in place. Does it hurt?”
Adam nodded desperately, tears running down his face.
Kim laughed, climbing over her bound son and sitting crossed legged on the bed before him. He couldn't help but notice that her sneakers were still on.
“Okay, let me explain what will happen tonight. I am going to kick off my shoes, then both of my hot, stinky feet will be strapped to your face with this.” Kim held up the soft belt that belonged to her old nightgown. “You will remain where you are until morning. Then, when I wake up, I will set you free. You will go to the bathroom, take a long shower, and go back to being Adam, my son. You'll be free.”
Freedom? Adam felt conflicting emotions. Mostly, he liked the sound of that. This weekend had been far too overwhelming for him. Yet... it was impossible to deny how sexually excited he had been. This had been like living a fantasy, and although it had been tougher to endure than he thought it would have been, it had been the most arousing couple of days of his entire life.
“Or, you can continue like this. Live as the doggie of your sister and I. You'll be both our foot slave and our tickle slave. I realise that you would prefer to not be bound and tickle tortured again, but Karen and Jessica agree that it is extremely fun.” She shifted her seating position, uncrossing her legs and holding out her feet. One sneaker stroked at Adam's cheek, the other dropped down.
“Yesterday, I would have found the idea of such an offer absurd. I felt disgusted with you, disgusted that my own son was into smelly feet of all things. The smelly feet of his family. But then I found out how pleasurable it was to have my feet worshipped. I found out how powerful utterly humiliating you made me feel. Karen is the one you owe thanks to, she's the voice that swayed me.”
“There's no way I'd consider making this offer if I thought that you wouldn't be interested. I need no further proof of your interest.” Kim lightly nudged the erect penis of her bound son with a foot, giggling. It said a lot that he was still sexually charged, even with the pain and terrible itchiness. “But is this what you really want? I'd be happy to be treated like a queen every hour of the day, to have all of the household chores done by you. You don't have a job to go to, so your workload at home would be incredibly taxing. I see no reason why your sister and I should exert ourselves at home when we have a slave. Jessica loves the idea, she didn't even think we should offer you a choice when I told her about my plans earlier.”
Adam came to a realisation. This is what Jessica made me promise to say yes to? Actual slavery? He didn't want to say yes, not overly, but the consequences of refusing were harsh. All of the footage and pictures of his plight would be shared with the world. It would be a social massacre. But maybe accepting wouldn't be such a bad idea. It was hard for Adam to ignore the twitch of his cock whenever he pictured slavery to his mom and sister, serving at their feet and being ordered around by them.
“So, what will it be? Do you want to go back to being plain old Adam?” Kim raised her foot from his crotch and took the sneaker in both hands. With one firm tug she pulled it off, releasing a pungent stench that would have brought tears to Adam's eyes had they not already been there.
Tossing the sneaker behind Adam, she did the same on the other foot. Two bare feet. Big, wrinkled and perilously stinky, flexed so close to Adam's face that he felt their heat roasting his skin. “Or do you want to become enslaved to these smelly things?”
Adam had already made his decision. Sure, if not for his sister's meddling, he might have come to a different conclusion. But all the same, it was impossible for him to lie to himself. Deep down, he wanted this. He only hoped that this wouldn't be a decision to regret.
Kim's soles drifted forwards slowly, and Adam buried his face between them, taking the biggest sniff he had ever taken. He inhaled so much of his mom's potent foot odour that he felt a little dizzy.
“I take it that you want to be my foot slave!” Kim said, laughing. “Are you sure? There'll be no going back. At least not for a while, I might end up feeling pity. You are my son after all. But I can just as easily see myself getting used to having a foot slave.”
Adam nodded, lubricating his face with more of his mother's foot sweat.
“So be it. I demote you from son, to slave. From this moment forth, you are no longer Adam. You are my doggie, and that is what I'll call you.”
Kim grabbed the belt beside her and placed the middle behind her slave's head. She pulled hard, embedding his face deeply into the reeking flesh of her feet. Keeping it tight, she knotted the belt behind her feet. Double knotted, so there was no risk of it accidentally coming undone.
“Goodnight, doggie. As unlikely as it is, I hope you sleep well. Jessica tells me that she plans on taking you out shopping tomorrow. Apparently you owe her some public foot worship? Whatever you kids arranged, I imagine you'll need plenty of energy.”
Adam helplessly sniffed his mom's feet, his nostrils pressed up snugly against the wet skin, sucking sweat and stink out from between the wrinkles with every breath. Her feet had already been hot but being in such close contact with Adam's face their skin shared heat, creating a fleshy little oven. Soon enough both were sweating freely, but Kim's feet managed a much higher output of sweat than the pores of his face and soon he was overwhelmed by sweat and odour.
And so, Adam's life changed forever. He had agreed to his mother's deal, perhaps foolishly propelling himself into his most depraved sexual fantasy. Currently, the future for him was uncertain, and he didn't really have the opportunity to dwell on what might happen, because he was so distracted by the present. The itching of the lotion and the burning pain of the wedgie unfortunately complimented each other very well, leaving Adam in a constant state of torture as he tried to sleep, sniffing his mom's stinky feet for what would not be the last time in his new life.