New story! Hope you all enjoy it. This one features stinky feet, the worship of stinky feet, and plenty of tickling. Be warned that this one has incest themes. Let me know what you think!
Part one
“Adam, could you give me a hand unloading the last of our stuff out of the car? Adam? Adam!?” Kim stomped over to her eldest child, huffing and puffing, forcing herself into his line of sight.
Slouched in an armchair in the living room of his new house, Adam plucked out his earphones, letting a dimmed rendition of the music play whilst his ears went vacant. “What do you want now?”
“What I want is a little help. I'm not asking for much, I just want you to help me and your aunt Karen bring the last few things into the house.” Kim explained patiently, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice.
“Can't you and aunt Karen just finish it off? You've done the rest, might as well grab what's left.”*
“That's precisely why I want you to do it. Me and Karen have done all the work here. We've painted, we've decorated and we've brought everything along from the old house. So get off of your bum and grab the rest of it so your aunt and I can finally take a break.” Kim used the heaviest stare that she could muster, crossing her arms tightly.*
Adam could see that there would be no backing down from his mother. She was like this, deciding to focus on one little thing and make it a massive issue. It didn't help that she was an stubborn as a grumpy ox too. “Fine.” The young man stood, wrapping his earphones up around his phone and sliding the complete package back into his pocket. “What do you need me to fetch inside?”
Kim bit her tongue, holding off on berating her son for sounding so reluctant when asking a question. The least he could do was pretend to be helpful, even though he had somehow grown up to be one of the laziest people she had ever known.
Sitting down in her sweaty, paint splattered clothing, clothing that had been well worn and roughed up long before she decided to wear it for the purpose of decorating, Kim watched Adam go put his shoes on and go out the door. She smiled, happy to have almost completed the process of moving into her childhood home. Thankfully, very little work was needed in terms of repairs. Up until her death a few years back, the elderly woman had kept the place in tip top shape, God rest her soul.*
Originally, Kim had wanted to move herself and her two kids into the property as soon as she had inherited it, but since Jessica had been still in high school and doing well in that particular school, Kim chose to wait until after her daughter had graduated. Adam had barely been a consideration; her son was all too happy to spend days alone in his room and went through jobs like a lizard goes through skin. For whatever reason, he simply couldn't seem to keep a job for over two months. Kim hoped that a new start elsewhere would be good for him.
“Look who's finally decided to lend a hand!” Karen teased when she saw Adam step out of the front door. She herself had a box in her arms, which would be the last box of the day now that her nephew had tagged in.
“You guys looked like you could handle everything just fine without me.” Adam retorted, brushing past his mother's auburn haired younger sister. Naturally, Karen's hair was a sandy blonde colour just like the rest of them, but recently she'd fancied a change. She didn't continue the conversation further, instead joining her sister indoors to relax after a stressful week.
Adam begrudgingly lugged all the remaining stuff out of the car and into the house, fighting the urge to storm off when both his mom and aunt sat telling him where to put it, then changing their minds and telling him to pick it back up and place it elsewhere. Their laughter certainly didn't help his rapidly building annoyance. For the better part of an hour he was back and forth, back and forth, straining his muscles.*
Being an independent woman, Kim had learned quickly that she had to be strong to raise two children all alone. She and Karen, who was quite athletic which helped, had no problems carrying the heavy boxes and spending lots of time painting. Adam on the other hand, was skinny and lazy, so even this simple task was more difficult than it needed to be. He disliked that the two of them had made him do this when they could have done it in half the time or less. But eventually, the car was clear of their possessions. It had taken the better part of an hour, but it was over. He re-entered the house after closing and locking up the family car and was greeted by a rather at ease Kim and Karen, seated on the couch with their sneakered feet up on the coffee table. Adam thought that a little careless, people used that and it could do without having smelly, dirty shoes on it. But Adam decided to keep quiet, for reasons of his own.*
Prying his eyes away from the soles of their trashed, old sneakers, Adam spoke. “All done. Can I please go back to listening to my music now?”
“Took you long enough.” Kim joked, smiling at her son. He pulled a frustrated face. “Hey now, I'm only kidding around with you. Thanks for helping Adam. We do appreciate it.”
“Although, there is just one more thing we need from you...” Karen said, giggling when Adam groaned.
“What do you want from me now?” He asked, dreading the thought of yet another task.
Kim giggled too. “Relax, it's something good. We're tired after today, so instead of cooking food I'm going to order pizza.”
Adam grinned, relieved. He didn't like physical labour, but eating was much more his speed. His mom tossed a menu at him. Giving it a skim, too hungry to be overly picky, Adam settled on an old favourite. “I'll have a pepperoni please.”
“I probably could have guessed. I suppose it is a classic.” Kim rolled her eyes, smiling. “Extra cheese?” Adam nodded.*
Because there was no internet in their new home as of yet, Adam chose to sit downstairs with his mom and aunt, waiting hungrily for the pizza to arrive.
“What do you mean you forgot about our order?” Kim asked angrily down the phone to a man on the other end, frantically trying to calm the storm of a woman. She was stood, pacing around the couch. “How do you, a pizza delivery service, forget to deliver pizza?”
“That's right, you will resend the pizzas that we ordered, free of charge. Much better. Yes, yes, an hour is fine, I realise that you're a busy place. Goodbye.” Hanging up the phone, Kim pretended to bang her head against the wall.*
“An hour? But I'm so hungry.” Adam complained.
“What do you want me to do? At least we're getting it for free. Unless this pizza is the best damn pizza I've ever eaten, this is both the first and last time we order from this place.”
“Agreed.” Karen said, before laughing.
“What are you laughing at?” Kim asked with a small smirk.
“Oh I was just thinking; I've had these dirty old shoes for years. I'm sure if Adam gets desperate enough for food he could find some foot fungus growing in either of them.”
“Karen! That's disgusting!” Kim snorted, giving her sister a playful slap. She then looked down at her own sneakers, fidgeted with her feet for a brief moment and pulled a disgusted face. “Although truth be told, my feet feel gross. These are the pair I used to wear to the gym, before they started stinking out the changing room. Now not only am I wearing them again, but over the past week I've been hard at work, sweating so damn much. I have to force myself to throw these things away once I'm done with them. My feet are really feeling the effects of all that standing up and running around that we've done getting this place ready to move into.”
“I know what you mean.” Karen said, raising her left foot slightly and rotating the ankle in a vain attempt to relieve the tension, repeating the same with her right. Suddenly, her head shot up as if a light bulb had appeared above it. She tapped the couch cushion next to her and beckoned for Kim to come sit down.
Kim looked confused, but sat next to Karen regardless. Adam regarded the two of them suspiciously as Karen gently pulled her older sister over and whispered into her ear. After saying what she intended to say, the sisters both started chuckling with their mouths twisting into silly grins, glancing at Adam.
Adam raising an eyebrow, silently questioning this strange behaviour. “Adam.” His mother spoke, still grinning and drawing circles on the arm of the couch with a single extended finger. “Karen just had an excellent idea. She thinks that to show how grateful you are to us for doing pretty much ALL of the work needed to move us in...” She made as if to finish her sentence, but cut herself off laughing instead.
Karen rolled her eyes. “What your mom means to say, Adam, is that the two of us think that we deserve nice, long, relaxing foot massages from you. That's all we ask.”
That's all?*Adam thought, shocked. Part of him, a part that he forced himself to ignore, wanting to accept. You see, Adam has desires. Desires that many would consider weird, and some would consider taboo. He liked feet. So now, he found himself having to decline the chance to touch feet on account of those feet belonging to his mother and auntie. Besides, even he had his limits. Adam didn't even want to try and see if he could handle their foot odour after wearing such old, tattered footwear.
“Isn't there something else I can do for you? Come on mom, aunt Karen, be nice. I'll clean the whole house if you need me to.”
“Already done that.” Karen said smugly.
“I'll unpack everything!”
“Considering how long it took you to unload the car, son, we'd rather not wait a month to see our belongings again.”*
“Fine, I will wash every single dish for the next month.”
“Wow, you*really*don't want to rub our sweaty feet, do you?” Karen added.
“How many times have you made that promise Adam? Each time you do them for a couple days then just forget about them until they build up and I have to do it.” Kim said, shaking her head, then sighed. “But it is still only a request. Keep in mind that I'll be disappointed if you don't do this however.”
Adam swallowed. He hated when his mom guilt tripped him. If only he could tell her the truth, she'd let him off the hook. If only he could say: “Mom, I'm sexually attracted to female feet!” That'd excuse him from rubbing their feet. But no, that would be too humiliating to admit to his own mother, especially with aunt Karen present. The only way it would be worse was if Jessica was here too, not staying at a friend's house until the move was complete.
“Sorry mom. I can't.”
“Hmph.” Kim made a noise, looking away from her son. Weirdly enough, it looked as though she was fighting to keep the grin from before from returning. Karen still wore hers.
A few awkward minutes lapsed before anyone spoke again. “Adam, if you need the toilet at all go now. I'm sweaty all over and want a shower before the pizza arrives.”
“Okay.” Adam kept it short, knowing that his mom was probably still annoyed and wouldn't want to hear his voice too much currently. He did need to take a leak and took the opportunity to do so, leaving his mom and aunt alone in the living room. Whilst he was urinating, he thought he could hear laughter and movement downstairs, but put it down to being just his imagination. Zipping up his jeans, Adam went back downstairs, craving pizza more and more with each passing moment.
Entering the living room, the young man couldn't help but notice that his relatives were absent from their previous positions on the couch. “Mom? Aunt Ka--”*
Adam started to speak, moving forwards slowly but suddenly two people jumped out from behind a wall, taking him by surprise and pinning him to the ground face down. “MOM! HELP!” He yelled, terrified. Thank goodness he'd just emptied his bladder.*
Feminine chuckles came from behind Adam's back. The kind of chuckling that he recognised. A smile came to his face, realising that it was only a prank. “Oh mom, aunt Karen, you scared me.” He laughed nervously.
“That was the point, Adam.” Kim said.
“So, uhhh, are you guys going to let me up?”*
“Nope. Not until you've learnt your lesson.” Karen said.
Learnt my lesson? What lesson?*“What do you mean?”
“Well, son, your aunt and I were discussing it and we think that your behaviour is dreadful. You haven't helped us at all moving in, even though you don't have a job. On top of that, when we offered you the simple out of rubbing our feet, you refused us. All you had to do was put up with some sore, sweaty feet and you'd have been off the hook. But you couldn't even do that, could you?”
“Come on, let me up and I'll rub your feet, please!” Adam asked, ignoring the possibility of his foot fetish being revealed. Whatever these two women were planning, he wanted no part of it.
“Have you been to the basement yet, sweetie?” Kim asked, ignoring her son's pleading with a tone of mocking endearment.
“N-no. Why do you ask?” The grins of Kim and Karen, which Adam couldn't see because he had a face-full of carpet, grew wider when he asked the question.
“There's something in the basement, dear nephew.” Karen spoke as if she were telling a story to a child. “Something left here by our mother, a relic of our adolescence. We've cleaned it up and dusted it off, with plans to sell it of course, but right now it could prove rather useful.”
“You see, Karen and I weren't always the kind, sensible women that we are today, if you can believe that.” Kim picked up where her sister left off seamlessly. “That's right, we could be quite the troublemakers at times, and your grandmother just couldn't figure out a way to set us straight. Until she acquired the item in the basement. After spending half an hour in that thing, we'd be happy to follow the rules.”
“What is it?” Adam asked, his voice shaking.
“How about we just show you instead?” Karen said impishly; a comment which both of them laughed at.
“No!” Adam yelled as his mom and aunt pulled him up, both arms pinned behind his back by the two strong female relatives, and then the three of them were marching towards the door that led down to the basement. An ominous creek as the door opened would have been fitting for what was inside the subterranean room however the hinges had recently been oiled and thus the door was silent. Kim and Karen were careful on the stairs, not wanting an accident to occur and anyone to become seriously injured.*
Finally, Adam came face to face with his fate for this evening. A seat of blood red leather, with straps, chains and a set of sturdy, cushioned stocks attached to the end. There were ten black loops on the stocks, five above each of the holes. It looked mighty out of place in this fine house and would have been much better suited to a bondage dungeon or a torture room.
“Mom?” Adam sounded even more afraid now that the unknown punishment device had been revealed to him. “What the hell is this?”
“This is your special chair for tonight. All you had to rub your feet, endure the admittedly strong smell. But no, you had to be selfish instead. Let's see if you're still selfish after a few hours in the stocks.”*
“H-hours!?” Adam attempted to wrench out of his mom and aunt's grasp, but their grip was iron.*
“No point getting those clothes all sweaty.” Karen observed. “Might as well strip him first.”
“Great idea!” Kim said, as her and her sister once more forced her son to the group and started on his pants.
“Mom! Karen! What are you doing? Stop!” Adam turned bright red, trying and failing to slap away the hands that were in the process of removing his clothes.
“Relax son. I've seen it all before.” Kim chucked aside the pair of jeans once they were off, leaving her son's underwear on. She wasn't totally shameless.
“And I'll have seen it all soon enough!” Karen added with a giggle that belonged to a much younger, much more adventurous woman.
Usually it would have been difficult for Adam to avoid getting an erection, with two rather attractive women taking away his clothes and exposing his skin to their eyes, but the awkwardness and shock of those women being his mother and auntie negated any potential excitement.*
With surprising efficiency, Adam was left with nothing but a pair of loose fit blue boxer shorts. Happy with their efforts, Kim and Karen wasted no more time, dragging the flailing, near nude body of Adam over to the bondage chair. They heaved him up onto it and worked together securing him, his struggles barely managing to so much as slow them down. Starting with Adam's arms, Kim and Karen took a wrist each and placed a leather cuff around them. The cuffs were attached to chains which in turn were attached to the back of the chair, looping over the tall back. Kim held both of her son's arms still whilst Karen moved around the back, pulling the chains taut and leaving Adam's arms stretched above his head as if constantly cheering. His mouth was doing anything but cheering. Protests and pleading became as normal as breathing to the young man, not that any protest or plea would persuade his stubborn captors to stop.
Black leather straps were placed and tightened around key parts of Adam's body like his chest, upper arms, waist and multiple sections of his legs as well as a few other places, reducing his mobility to almost nil. Before that however, the two women placed Adam's feet through the stocks and closed them shut. Although the top half of the stocks was heavy and would have been incredibly difficult for Adam to lift with his lower legs, Karen made sure to lock the stocks ensuring that the task was impossible. The stocks themselves proved a snug fit for Adam's ankles, that firm, cushioned interior being just malleable enough to allow most people's feet to both fit and be as immobile as possible.
After all that was done, Adam was left vulnerable to whatever his mom and aunt had planned for him; the only notable points of movement left to him being his feet which could move up and down or side to side, his head which had been left free and his fingers.
Kim clapped her hands together with a note of finality. “There, all done. Are you comfortable enough?”
The cushions that covered the majority of the chair's surface area weren't the most uncomfortable thing in existence, but the bondage that bound Adam to it made him feel particularly uncomfortable in a way that he imagined a claustrophobic stuck in a box would feel. “No! I'm not comfortable. This joke has gone far enough now mom. Please, I've learnt my lesson. Let me out of this thing!” After finishing his sentence Adam tested the straps with all the strength he could muster in his limited position which made quite the pathetic show for his small audience.
“I don't think so. We're gonna make you behave, just like our mother did for us. This is not a joke, Adam.” Kim sounded oddly stern.
“But you'll soon be laughing all the same!” Karen said with an evil smirk.
Adam grew concerned. Well, more concerned than he already was. “W-w-what do you mean laughing?”
“Should we tell him? Or should we make him tell us?” Karen asked her sister.
“I like the sound of the latter much better.” Kim replied with a smile, her arms folded as she stared at her son. “So, what do you think that we're going to do to you?”
Adam had a good idea, but he didn't want to face the truth; didn't want to believe that they'd be so cruel. His mom knew how sensitive he was, his sister had displayed that sensitivity many times to her with numerous 'pranks' on her older brother. “Sorry... I-I don't know.” He lied, hoping that they'd change their minds.
“C'mon Adam!” Karen encouraged her nephew. “You can do it! Just think about the position you're in, the spots that we've left vulnerable. Think about the things that we could do to those parts of your body, how we can make you regret ever refusing to massage our big, smelly feet.”
Karen's teasing was working. Even closing his eyes did little to push away the images of what he predicted was going to happen, how he could do nothing to stop them. “You... you're going to tickle me, aren't you?”
The answer Adam received was laughter. Mean, dread-inducing laughter. Adam gulped, shivering as much as he was able at the thought of their twenty fingers exploring his ticklish body. When Jessica ambushed him and tickled Adam for a few minutes at a time it was bad enough. Now he had been robbed of movement. Nowhere to run, no way to fight back. At the mercy of his mom and aunt.*
“You got it son! Me and your aunt Karen are gonna tickle you. And unlike when your sister does it, there's no one to stop us. If only she were here, I bet she'd love this.” Kim taunted. “Now, there's something I need to grab from the kitchen. Karen, make sure this mischievous boy doesn't go anywhere. Don't you even think about starting until I get back, otherwise you'll be in there after he's done.*If*we ever get bored of tickle torturing him.”
Kim left the basement, leaving her son and sister alone. Karen continued regarding Adam with a menacing smile, slinking over to his involuntary seat. “So, do you think you're ready for this? It's bad, trust me. Back when I was just a bratty eighteen year old I thought I could take it, that it wouldn't be so bad. It's only tickling after all!”*
Karen stood by his restrained feet, raising her hand as if to touch her fingers to Adam's soles but breezed past them, her smile widening when she saw him tense up. Instead, those fingers went to the top of the stocks and started drumming away, the fingernails making a sound not unlike foreboding war drums. He saw that Karen had longer fingernails than his mom, who cut them short and hadn't had a manicure in years. Karen looked like she'd had one semi-recently, though her nails were just as devoid of nail polish as her sister's. “It's actually unbearable. Add to that the fact that there's gonna be two of us dedicated to teaching you a lesson you'll never forget, and this might actually constitute as real torture.”
The verbal teasing from Karen worked, her words striking so deep that he could almost imagine how awful the tickling would be. “Aunt Karen! Please, help me! Tell my mom to let me out of here, tell her not to tickle me. I'll do anything.*Anything. I'll give you foot massages whenever you want, no matter how filthy your feet are.”
“I'm listening, keep going. How much is my assistance worth to you?” Karen took a stance of superiority, leaning forward and staring at her restrained nephew with interest, all the while she kept on drumming her fingernails against the stocks.
Adam chose this moment to let his inner foot fetishist come out of hiding, but only a little. He had to risk giving away his darkest secret. “I-I'll kiss your feet! I will make out with your feet for your amusement. I can even lick them clean for you!”
Karen laughed at Adam's pitiful promises. Although, the idea of having him worship her feet was tempting. “What else? Would you suck on my cheesy toes? Act as my footstool?”
Screwing his eyes closed, Adam forced himself to think of other things. Things that would distract him. Karen's words, which were seductive to the closet foot fetishist, were causing a stirring in his underwear. A stirring that, if he let it run rampant, would become a flagpole announcing his arousal to the world. Or, more accurately, to his aunt and when she returned, his mother. “Yes! I said anything, didn't I? I'd suck on your toes as if my life depended on it. I'd act as your footstool until my back gave out.” Adam paused the desperate negotiations, looking into Karen's eyes. “Just please, don't tickle me.”
The chuckling from Adam's auntie had increased. The glint in her eyes was one of temptation, of taboo desire. “Tempting. Very tempting Adam. You make a good offer, one that I want to accept. Honestly, you sound so passionate that if you weren't my sister's son, bound to a chair about to be tickle tortured, that you wanted to be my little foot slave.” Karen shook her head at the idea, not knowing that she wasn't entirely wrong. “It has been a long time since I've had a guy suck on my toes. I certainly miss the feeling. However, never have I had an opportunity like this one. A ticklish young man, tied up with no way to escape? This, Adam, is what I want.”
“What are you two talking about?” Kim asked as she walked down the stairs having fetched a roll of duct tape from a drawer in the kitchen.
“Not much. Adam here is just begging me to let him out; begging for us not to tickle him.”
Kim gave a slight smile. “You aren't getting out of this that easily young man. After tonight, you're going to be the most obedient son a mother could want. Unless you want to end up back here, obviously. I'd be more than happy to do this again, really hammer the lesson home.”*
Adam was speechless. He didn't know what to say, what to do. He decided to ask a question, eyeing the duct tape nervously. “What's the tape for mom?”
“Oh, this?” Kim lifted the tape up. “It's for your mouth honey. While I'm sure your tormented laughter will be music to our ears, I think it will get boring eventually. Karen, if you wouldn't mind, I need your socks.”
“The ones I'm wearing? The ones I've spent all of today sweating into as I moved stuff into the house?” Karen asked in an amused tone.
“Indeed. I believe that they'll make a suitably disgusting gag for Adam here.”
“No. No! Don't put socks in my mouth. That's gross! Isn't tickling me enough?” Adam said fearfully. Despite how terrible the prospect was, a small part of him yearned to suck on those sweaty socks that clung to his aunt's feet. But that small part of Adam didn't know just how potent those socks were going to be.
It was as if Adam wasn't even speaking, the two women couldn't be stopped or reasoned with at this point. “Since you asked so kindly Kim, I'll be more than happy too.” Karen used one sneakered foot to loosen the other, plucked it out and slid a finger down the back of a thin, light blue ankle sock and slipped it off her foot, turning it inside out in the process.
“That's one!” Karen announced joyfully, before stuffing her now bare foot back into the empty sneaker and repeating the process with the second foot. “That's two!” Allowing her sister to do the honours, she handed both inside out socks to Kim, who held them by the openings. Although Kim was fine with putting them into her son's mouth, she wasn't about to touch the damp material with her own fingers.
“See here, Adam.” Kim stopped by the side of the chair that Adam was strapped into, dangling the stinky ankle socks in front of his face. His nose managed to detect an odour: the odour of his aunt's feet, the odour representing her physical exertion. “These darker sections, where the material of Karen's socks are wet, are where her soles and toes were pressed up against. That's dirt and foot sweat you're seeing, as well as a good helping of whatever grime lurks inside those sneakers of hers. And soon enough you'll be tasting it too.”
“My sneakers aren't*that*bad, I was only joking earlier about the fungus...” Karen said, blushing. With such a close up view of the socks that Karen had been wearing, Adam didn't think that his aunt had been joking. All the same, even with his attraction to feet, the sight was not appealing.*
“Come on, open that mouth of yours. You don't have any choice in the matter Adam, so just accept your punishment.” Kim told her son, looking into his eyes.
Adam kept his lips sealed. He didn't want those worn socks anywhere near his face, never mind in his mouth. With no power to currently influence the former, he planned to be stubborn and fight the possibility of the latter. Waiting patiently for a few seconds, keeping eye contact with her son, Kim sighed. “So, this is how it's gonna be, huh? Even now, when you're already in a heap of trouble, you just can't behave. Okay son, have it your way.” Kim tossed the roll of duct tape to Karen who caught it in spite of not being prepared. “Get ready with that sis.”
Karen skipped over, taking the position opposite Kim and unravelled enough tape to cover the width of Adam's mouth with some to spare. Using her index and middle fingers, she squeezed Adam's nose, closing off his nostrils and taking away his ability to breathe. The terrified look in his eyes intensified, realising that sooner or later his mouth would open to take a breath and give the tormentors ample opportunity to gag him.*
And that moment didn't take long to arrive. The instant that Adam couldn't hold his breath any longer, he parted his lips and sucked down a lungful of air. Unfortunately, the air was accompanied by both of Karen's socks. Kim made sure that the most disgusting part of each sock would be the first to make contact with her son's tongue. Once they were in, Kim used her strong, mildly calloused hands to push his jaw shut whilst he wasn't resisting the motion. Karen finished it off, showing Adam evidence of their sisterly teamwork, by placing a strip of tape neatly over her nephew's sealed lips. After smoothing it down to the very edges with her soft fingers, Karen tore off a second and third strip before placing them over the first, making sure that Adam would be unable to remove those socks without help.
“MMMMMRRRRRPPPHHH!” Adam gave a muffled yell as the unpleasant flavour of Karen's socks filled his mouth, attacked his helpless taste buds. The taste was both salty and sour, far stronger than he assumed it would be. Without any options, he tried wildly flailing his head around, hoping that by some miracle he could shake the tape off and spit out the socks. As anyone might expect, this failed.*
Witnessing Adam's newfound misery, gagged and helpless right in front of them, Kim and Karen were practically falling over laughing, having to grip the sides of the chair for support. Adam's face turned bright red, humiliated and angry at the fact that his mom and aunt were stood laughing as he suffered.*
“Okay, enough now Karen.” Kim said as she calmed down, covering the last of the giggles with a cough. “Time to show Adam the kind of things that our mother did to us whenever we had the gall to misbehave.” Adam felt himself shrivel up inside as his mom moved closer still, so close that all she'd have to do to touch him was raise her hands.
“Only this time, there's two of us.” Karen replied, also moving closer.
Kim chuckled. “You're right. Our mother might have been cruel by tying us up and tickling us, but at least she did it alone. I think I'd have gone crazy if she had involved anyone else.”*
“But you Adam, you get to go through the exact same thing as we did...” Karen winked and held up two fingers in a V shape “Times two!”
Adam whimpered as both women chuckled this time. “I think we've done enough playing around. It's time for the show to begin.” Kim's mouth curled into a cruel grin as she raised both hands, all ten of her fingers ready to tickle the exposed skin of her offspring.
“This is gonna be so much fun. For us, of course. I imagine that this will be quite an awful, if unforgettable, experience for you, Adam.” Karen's grin matched that of her sister and she too raised her hands, prepared to tickle her nephew. The way they held their fingers had subtle differences however. The slow, hypnotic wiggling of Karen's fingers hinted at a more playful motivation for wanting Adam in the chair. Kim's predatory stillness was evidence that she meant business, believing that this extreme form of punishment was the right thing to do.
“Any last words?” Kim asked as their hands floated forwards, homing in on the stretched, vulnerable skin of Adam's armpits.*
Adam wanted to cry. Adam wanted to beg. Adam wanted to tell his mother that he'd be good for the rest of his life, that he'd obey her every command. But all that he could manage was “MMMPPPPHHH!” Any attempts at protest were wasted, absorbed by Aunt Karen's sweaty socks. He hastily swallowed saliva tainted by the dirt and sweat that had escaped from those socks.
“Didn't think so.” Kim said with a tone of finality before applying all twenty fingers to Adam's armpit and the area around it. The effect was immediate: Adam began screaming into his gag at the sudden ticklish attack, with his upper body moving to escape the fingers as much as the bondage would allow (which was very little).*
“Hey! No fair!” Karen complained, laughter lining her words as she also dived into the action, feeling her nephew attempt to tug away as he felt the touch of her fingertips. The tugging failed obviously, leaving Adam in the incredibly frustrating situation of being tickled on both sides whilst being unable to move away from either.
It was just as terrible as they had promised. Twenty fingers, spider tickling up and down, sending torturous sensations to Adam's brain as they stimulated the tender flesh of his shaven armpits. The fact that Kim and Karen offered no lack of verbal teasing didn't help in the slightest.
“What's wrong Adam? Am I not tickling fast enough for you?” Karen would say before picking up the speed of her fingers for a short but effective burst of increased torment.
“Bet you wished you just rubbed our sweaty feet now, huh son?” Kim put on a hard tone but she was enjoying this as much, if not more, than her sister. “Don't worry, after we're done with you tonight you'll be eager to attend to a longer list of duties than you're used to. Yes, rubbing these big feet of mine shall be high up on said list.”
They spent a good ten minutes on Adam's armpits before moving down to his sides. That didn't mean that they were done with those ticklish little armpits however. Every now and again one of them would spare a hand to remind their victim that they could assault any part of his sensitive flesh at any time, that nowhere was truly safe from their attention. Both of them found it highly amusing how Adam's stomach would tense up as they squeezed and pinched his sides and traced their fingernails lightly along his tummy, slotting a cheeky, probing finger into his bellybutton sometimes to elicit further feral reactions.
“Tickle tickle Adam. We're gonna keep on tickling you, tickle you until you go crazy!” Karen teased.
“Maybe crazy is a little far, but we do plan on taking you near enough that you'd wish you were crazy.” Kim said with a smile, clearly exaggerating her intentions. Adam knew that she wasn't serious, that they wouldn't take things so far, but that didn't make the taunting any easier to hear. At this moment in time, with his every thought being spent processing the horrible tickling sensations, he didn't care that his mother wasn't serious.
As the tickling came to a halt for the first time this evening, having gone on for another fifteen minutes without pause, Kim and Karen observed Adam. He sat, bound and breathing heavily, awaiting the next terrible touch. His eyes found their faces and he used the shared gaze to beg to be released, giving off a few pitiful whimpers to inspire sympathy.
“So, you learned your lesson yet?” Kim asked, placing fingers on Adam's leg and let them lightly move along his skin as she walked to the stocks, a touch that he flinched away from.
“Or do you need further punishment?” Karen asked, smiling and leaning forwards, leaving the space between the tip of her nose and Adam's reddened face minimal.*
“Mmmmmrrrppphh.” He answered, his miserable state providing enough translation to his muffled words.*
“One more time?” Karen said, her smile growing, whilst turning her head and positioning her ear close to his taped mouth, cupping a hand over that ear.
“ Mmmmmrrrppphh!” Adam repeated, not understanding how a second intelligible noise would help communicate his feelings to Karen when the first evidently failed.
“Wow!” Karen exclaimed, standing up and moving to join her sister. “I'm pretty sure that he just told us to keep going! Either he's enjoying this more than he lets on, or he is just in agreement with us that he's in need of some serious punishment.”
“I think we'd know if he were enjoying this.” Kim noted with a nod to Adam's crotch clad in his tightie whities. She was right, if Adam had even a partial erection both of them would see it immediately. “So I'm glad that he's finally starting to see how necessary this is. You'll need that strong will for when we really get serious.”
He was already nearing the height of his dread thus far, staring down at his mom and aunt in their new position: down by the set of stocks that held his feet. Kim's promise of worse torture later on pushed that dread further.
“Shall we begin once more? I've been itching to get at his feet since the beginning. I bet they're soooo sensitive. He is your son after all.” Karen cracked her knuckles, before wiggling her fingers in the air around Adam's feet, high up enough for him to see her actions above the top of the stocks.*
“Unless he's somehow lost sensitivity since childhood, I promise that Adam's feet are extremely ticklish. And itching? Really Karen? Was that supposed to be a joke?”
Karen looked like she suddenly realised something. “Oh shit, I didn't even think about that! I didn't spoil anything, did I?”
“No. Don't worry, I'm not that cruel of a mother. Not tonight, anyway. Perhaps another time.” Kim shook her head. As she too raised her hands, Adam found himself wishing that they would just continue talking; to do anything but tickle his helpless, ticklish feet. But he knew that wasn't about to happen.
Had he not been tied down, Adam would have leapt into the air the moment those wiggling fingers made contact with his feet. Automatically he tried to move his feet out of the way, escape the tickling. He was somewhat successful, but with the limited movement it was only a brief respite. Like a tiger cornering its prey, Kim and Karen followed after Adam's feet with their hands. After this, their tickling really kicked off. Ignoring the small movements they could easily apply an intense tickling sensation to the bottoms of his bare feet and toes with their fingernails. This was far worse than it had been on any other part of his body.*
“MRRRRRPPPPHHHH! MRRRRRRPPPPHHHHHH!” Adam's screaming, gagged laughter was more plentiful than before and his eyes quickly welled with tears although that may have been due to the cumulative tickle torture he'd received up until that point. But the tickling of Adam hadn't yet reached its zenith for the evening; far from it in fact.
The two of them put up with the moving feet for a while, having fun chasing them down. But this was a punishment and the aim of the game was to force Adam to endure the tickling of a lifetime. So amongst classic teasing like “Tickle tickle Adam! Tickle you all night long!” Things ramped up again when each of Adam's tormentors grabbed his big toes with their free hands, stilling his feet almost completely, before sharing a glance between themselves and giggling.
“One finger.” Kim and Karen spoke simultaneously, in monotone voice, clearly reciting a method their mother used whilst tickling their feet. Adam felt a single fingernail from each of them touch down on the respective foot that they were holding. While it was slightly better than being attacked by all twenty fingers at once, there was a slow, professional intention behind their new tickling. Not only that, but their verbal performance led the prisoner to believe that it was unlikely they would keep on using only a single finger each.
The two fingers explored Adam's soles, slowly and methodically, leaving no bit of sensitive flesh untouched. This went on for a minute or two, though to Adam's estimation, like everything else he had experienced this evening, it felt like much longer.*
“Two fingers.” Once more, spoken at the same time. Instantly, just as promised by their words, Kim and Karen added a second finger to their frustrating exploration of their victim's sole, essentially doubling the ticklish sensations.
“Three fingers.” This came around the same amount of time later. With each progression they sounded less monotone, poorly hidden excitement breaching the mask they had put on. Adam assumed that they were imitating their mother. Having met her, a textbook disciplinarian, he could see her doing the very same thing but taking less pleasure out of the task.
“Four fingers.” Adam felt the hands gripping his big toes tighten further as his struggles increased. The total of eight fingers lazily drifting up and down his sole was unbearable, the fact that they still had another finger each to add baffled the tortured young man. His mom and aunt didn't seem to care about the tormented noises that he was making.
“Five fingers.” All available fingers were finally set to work on Adam's soles. At first the same up and down, light trailing pattern was continued. For Adam this grew more and more maddening with each stroke of Kim and Karen's fingers, and he yearned for something different, something outside of this ticklish pattern. A yearning that he'd regret soon enough.
*The pattern was broken after five minutes when the sisters broke into giggles and picked up speed on their strokes before returning to a rapid spidering of Adam's feet, seemingly striking at random. The occupant of the stocks thought, not for the first time this evening, that he might actually be in danger of being driven insane.
“Oh man, I bet you're thinking how this couldn't get much worse, aren't you Adam?” Karen asked, only lifting her eyes from Adam's foot for a moment to give him a wink. It seemed like so long since they began this damned five finger tickling.
Adam answered the same way he answered all of their questions, the only way he could. With muffled, desperate laughter and screams.
“We can make things worse for you, son. Much much worse. The question is, can you take it?” Kim said.
“I don't think he has a choice Kim. Adam here is gonna endure our tickling no matter how bad it gets, all thanks to this chair! Who would have thought that this nightmarish thing would ever prove useful to us.” Karen mocked Adam's helplessness.*
“In that case, I think we should make use of those toe ties. Turn this into actual tickle torture. But let's continue with this for a little long. It's fun feeling my poor baby's ticklish foot trying to escape my grip, but failing to do so. Tickle tickle Adam. Tickle tickle.” It amused Kim to note that whenever her son heard the word 'tickle' whilst being punished, he seemed to flinch, almost as if the word itself added to his torment.
As promised, the evil sisters kept performing their freehand tickling for another fifteen minutes, enjoying every second. Adam thought that he could almost hear them whispering between themselves, likely about their next move. They desired further despair, further vulnerability. Even though the tickling stopped, Adam's battle against his bonds didn't cease. He felt the fingers of his mom and aunt once more on his big toes, manoeuvring them into the biggest loops on the stocks which were the first pair of the aforementioned 'toe ties'.*
Not the toe ties not the toe ties not the toe ties not the toe ties not the toe ties.*That was what Adam wished to say. He had never been introduced to the term 'toe ties' before but it didn't take much for him to figure out the purpose. Once the first was around his big toe and fully tightened back to the stock, he was shocked and terrified over the amount of movement it robbed from him. It was clear that once all ten toe ties had been applied, even twitching his feet would be a challenge.
“What's wrong, Adam? You've gone so quiet.” Kim mused as she continued slipping her son's toes into the ties one by one, increasing his immobility to the maximum. The fact that soon enough, Adam couldn't move his feet at all, made the young man despair. The idea that his feet were going to be tickled without the ability to move made him want to weep profusely.*
“I'll tell you what, son. Karen and I would like to make you an offer. And this will be an offer that you simply can't refuse.” Kim stroked the pads of her fingers up her son's restrained sole, starting from the heel and ending after the arch. It was a far cry from the intense tickling sensation that her fingernails would have created, but it had the desired effect. It made Adam*shiver.*
“You're gonna wanna listen to this one Adam.” Karen said, placing a supporting hand on her sister's shoulder and gave Kim a soft squeeze, providing Kim with the whole spotlight.*
“Thanks Karen.” Kim smiled. “Whilst we were crouched at your feet, Karen quietly told me something very interesting indeed. Apparently, when I was upstairs retrieving the duct tape, you were making some offers to your aunt. In order to avoid being tickled, you said that you would kiss and lick her sweaty feet, even going so far as to suck her toes if need be! So, we're going to take the deal that you attempted to make and flip it back on you. The hours of tickle torture that we had planned for you would come to a stop here, your toe tied feet would be safe. Instead, you'll be kissing our feet, licking our soles and sucking our toes for as long as we see fit. Until we believe that you really have the respect for us that we deserve.”*
Kim gave Karen a nod and Karen moved forward, standing next to Adam's upper body. When she reached out, Adam flinched away from Karen's hands but realised that she was in fact trying to remove his gag. He felt relieved when his aunt's hands tugged her own socks out of his mouth, now soaked in saliva rather than sweat. “Eww.” She said before laughing. If the tickling hadn't tired him out so much, Adam would have been tempted to make a snarky remark how they were much more gross before they had been stuffed into his mouth.
“So, what'll it be? Worshipping our smelly feet, or more tickle torture? Take your time, I know you're still savouring the taste of your aunt's socks.” Kim said, staring at her son. But that's when all three of them heard a noise from upstairs. Knocking on the front door.
Kim and Karen looked at each other. “Pizza!” They said in a far too juvenile manner.
“I'll get it.” Karen said, making for the stairs. “You see if you can't bring your son around. The thought of a tongue on my hot, sweaty soles is so exciting!”
Part one
“Adam, could you give me a hand unloading the last of our stuff out of the car? Adam? Adam!?” Kim stomped over to her eldest child, huffing and puffing, forcing herself into his line of sight.
Slouched in an armchair in the living room of his new house, Adam plucked out his earphones, letting a dimmed rendition of the music play whilst his ears went vacant. “What do you want now?”
“What I want is a little help. I'm not asking for much, I just want you to help me and your aunt Karen bring the last few things into the house.” Kim explained patiently, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice.
“Can't you and aunt Karen just finish it off? You've done the rest, might as well grab what's left.”*
“That's precisely why I want you to do it. Me and Karen have done all the work here. We've painted, we've decorated and we've brought everything along from the old house. So get off of your bum and grab the rest of it so your aunt and I can finally take a break.” Kim used the heaviest stare that she could muster, crossing her arms tightly.*
Adam could see that there would be no backing down from his mother. She was like this, deciding to focus on one little thing and make it a massive issue. It didn't help that she was an stubborn as a grumpy ox too. “Fine.” The young man stood, wrapping his earphones up around his phone and sliding the complete package back into his pocket. “What do you need me to fetch inside?”
Kim bit her tongue, holding off on berating her son for sounding so reluctant when asking a question. The least he could do was pretend to be helpful, even though he had somehow grown up to be one of the laziest people she had ever known.
Sitting down in her sweaty, paint splattered clothing, clothing that had been well worn and roughed up long before she decided to wear it for the purpose of decorating, Kim watched Adam go put his shoes on and go out the door. She smiled, happy to have almost completed the process of moving into her childhood home. Thankfully, very little work was needed in terms of repairs. Up until her death a few years back, the elderly woman had kept the place in tip top shape, God rest her soul.*
Originally, Kim had wanted to move herself and her two kids into the property as soon as she had inherited it, but since Jessica had been still in high school and doing well in that particular school, Kim chose to wait until after her daughter had graduated. Adam had barely been a consideration; her son was all too happy to spend days alone in his room and went through jobs like a lizard goes through skin. For whatever reason, he simply couldn't seem to keep a job for over two months. Kim hoped that a new start elsewhere would be good for him.
“Look who's finally decided to lend a hand!” Karen teased when she saw Adam step out of the front door. She herself had a box in her arms, which would be the last box of the day now that her nephew had tagged in.
“You guys looked like you could handle everything just fine without me.” Adam retorted, brushing past his mother's auburn haired younger sister. Naturally, Karen's hair was a sandy blonde colour just like the rest of them, but recently she'd fancied a change. She didn't continue the conversation further, instead joining her sister indoors to relax after a stressful week.
Adam begrudgingly lugged all the remaining stuff out of the car and into the house, fighting the urge to storm off when both his mom and aunt sat telling him where to put it, then changing their minds and telling him to pick it back up and place it elsewhere. Their laughter certainly didn't help his rapidly building annoyance. For the better part of an hour he was back and forth, back and forth, straining his muscles.*
Being an independent woman, Kim had learned quickly that she had to be strong to raise two children all alone. She and Karen, who was quite athletic which helped, had no problems carrying the heavy boxes and spending lots of time painting. Adam on the other hand, was skinny and lazy, so even this simple task was more difficult than it needed to be. He disliked that the two of them had made him do this when they could have done it in half the time or less. But eventually, the car was clear of their possessions. It had taken the better part of an hour, but it was over. He re-entered the house after closing and locking up the family car and was greeted by a rather at ease Kim and Karen, seated on the couch with their sneakered feet up on the coffee table. Adam thought that a little careless, people used that and it could do without having smelly, dirty shoes on it. But Adam decided to keep quiet, for reasons of his own.*
Prying his eyes away from the soles of their trashed, old sneakers, Adam spoke. “All done. Can I please go back to listening to my music now?”
“Took you long enough.” Kim joked, smiling at her son. He pulled a frustrated face. “Hey now, I'm only kidding around with you. Thanks for helping Adam. We do appreciate it.”
“Although, there is just one more thing we need from you...” Karen said, giggling when Adam groaned.
“What do you want from me now?” He asked, dreading the thought of yet another task.
Kim giggled too. “Relax, it's something good. We're tired after today, so instead of cooking food I'm going to order pizza.”
Adam grinned, relieved. He didn't like physical labour, but eating was much more his speed. His mom tossed a menu at him. Giving it a skim, too hungry to be overly picky, Adam settled on an old favourite. “I'll have a pepperoni please.”
“I probably could have guessed. I suppose it is a classic.” Kim rolled her eyes, smiling. “Extra cheese?” Adam nodded.*
Because there was no internet in their new home as of yet, Adam chose to sit downstairs with his mom and aunt, waiting hungrily for the pizza to arrive.
“What do you mean you forgot about our order?” Kim asked angrily down the phone to a man on the other end, frantically trying to calm the storm of a woman. She was stood, pacing around the couch. “How do you, a pizza delivery service, forget to deliver pizza?”
“That's right, you will resend the pizzas that we ordered, free of charge. Much better. Yes, yes, an hour is fine, I realise that you're a busy place. Goodbye.” Hanging up the phone, Kim pretended to bang her head against the wall.*
“An hour? But I'm so hungry.” Adam complained.
“What do you want me to do? At least we're getting it for free. Unless this pizza is the best damn pizza I've ever eaten, this is both the first and last time we order from this place.”
“Agreed.” Karen said, before laughing.
“What are you laughing at?” Kim asked with a small smirk.
“Oh I was just thinking; I've had these dirty old shoes for years. I'm sure if Adam gets desperate enough for food he could find some foot fungus growing in either of them.”
“Karen! That's disgusting!” Kim snorted, giving her sister a playful slap. She then looked down at her own sneakers, fidgeted with her feet for a brief moment and pulled a disgusted face. “Although truth be told, my feet feel gross. These are the pair I used to wear to the gym, before they started stinking out the changing room. Now not only am I wearing them again, but over the past week I've been hard at work, sweating so damn much. I have to force myself to throw these things away once I'm done with them. My feet are really feeling the effects of all that standing up and running around that we've done getting this place ready to move into.”
“I know what you mean.” Karen said, raising her left foot slightly and rotating the ankle in a vain attempt to relieve the tension, repeating the same with her right. Suddenly, her head shot up as if a light bulb had appeared above it. She tapped the couch cushion next to her and beckoned for Kim to come sit down.
Kim looked confused, but sat next to Karen regardless. Adam regarded the two of them suspiciously as Karen gently pulled her older sister over and whispered into her ear. After saying what she intended to say, the sisters both started chuckling with their mouths twisting into silly grins, glancing at Adam.
Adam raising an eyebrow, silently questioning this strange behaviour. “Adam.” His mother spoke, still grinning and drawing circles on the arm of the couch with a single extended finger. “Karen just had an excellent idea. She thinks that to show how grateful you are to us for doing pretty much ALL of the work needed to move us in...” She made as if to finish her sentence, but cut herself off laughing instead.
Karen rolled her eyes. “What your mom means to say, Adam, is that the two of us think that we deserve nice, long, relaxing foot massages from you. That's all we ask.”
That's all?*Adam thought, shocked. Part of him, a part that he forced himself to ignore, wanting to accept. You see, Adam has desires. Desires that many would consider weird, and some would consider taboo. He liked feet. So now, he found himself having to decline the chance to touch feet on account of those feet belonging to his mother and auntie. Besides, even he had his limits. Adam didn't even want to try and see if he could handle their foot odour after wearing such old, tattered footwear.
“Isn't there something else I can do for you? Come on mom, aunt Karen, be nice. I'll clean the whole house if you need me to.”
“Already done that.” Karen said smugly.
“I'll unpack everything!”
“Considering how long it took you to unload the car, son, we'd rather not wait a month to see our belongings again.”*
“Fine, I will wash every single dish for the next month.”
“Wow, you*really*don't want to rub our sweaty feet, do you?” Karen added.
“How many times have you made that promise Adam? Each time you do them for a couple days then just forget about them until they build up and I have to do it.” Kim said, shaking her head, then sighed. “But it is still only a request. Keep in mind that I'll be disappointed if you don't do this however.”
Adam swallowed. He hated when his mom guilt tripped him. If only he could tell her the truth, she'd let him off the hook. If only he could say: “Mom, I'm sexually attracted to female feet!” That'd excuse him from rubbing their feet. But no, that would be too humiliating to admit to his own mother, especially with aunt Karen present. The only way it would be worse was if Jessica was here too, not staying at a friend's house until the move was complete.
“Sorry mom. I can't.”
“Hmph.” Kim made a noise, looking away from her son. Weirdly enough, it looked as though she was fighting to keep the grin from before from returning. Karen still wore hers.
A few awkward minutes lapsed before anyone spoke again. “Adam, if you need the toilet at all go now. I'm sweaty all over and want a shower before the pizza arrives.”
“Okay.” Adam kept it short, knowing that his mom was probably still annoyed and wouldn't want to hear his voice too much currently. He did need to take a leak and took the opportunity to do so, leaving his mom and aunt alone in the living room. Whilst he was urinating, he thought he could hear laughter and movement downstairs, but put it down to being just his imagination. Zipping up his jeans, Adam went back downstairs, craving pizza more and more with each passing moment.
Entering the living room, the young man couldn't help but notice that his relatives were absent from their previous positions on the couch. “Mom? Aunt Ka--”*
Adam started to speak, moving forwards slowly but suddenly two people jumped out from behind a wall, taking him by surprise and pinning him to the ground face down. “MOM! HELP!” He yelled, terrified. Thank goodness he'd just emptied his bladder.*
Feminine chuckles came from behind Adam's back. The kind of chuckling that he recognised. A smile came to his face, realising that it was only a prank. “Oh mom, aunt Karen, you scared me.” He laughed nervously.
“That was the point, Adam.” Kim said.
“So, uhhh, are you guys going to let me up?”*
“Nope. Not until you've learnt your lesson.” Karen said.
Learnt my lesson? What lesson?*“What do you mean?”
“Well, son, your aunt and I were discussing it and we think that your behaviour is dreadful. You haven't helped us at all moving in, even though you don't have a job. On top of that, when we offered you the simple out of rubbing our feet, you refused us. All you had to do was put up with some sore, sweaty feet and you'd have been off the hook. But you couldn't even do that, could you?”
“Come on, let me up and I'll rub your feet, please!” Adam asked, ignoring the possibility of his foot fetish being revealed. Whatever these two women were planning, he wanted no part of it.
“Have you been to the basement yet, sweetie?” Kim asked, ignoring her son's pleading with a tone of mocking endearment.
“N-no. Why do you ask?” The grins of Kim and Karen, which Adam couldn't see because he had a face-full of carpet, grew wider when he asked the question.
“There's something in the basement, dear nephew.” Karen spoke as if she were telling a story to a child. “Something left here by our mother, a relic of our adolescence. We've cleaned it up and dusted it off, with plans to sell it of course, but right now it could prove rather useful.”
“You see, Karen and I weren't always the kind, sensible women that we are today, if you can believe that.” Kim picked up where her sister left off seamlessly. “That's right, we could be quite the troublemakers at times, and your grandmother just couldn't figure out a way to set us straight. Until she acquired the item in the basement. After spending half an hour in that thing, we'd be happy to follow the rules.”
“What is it?” Adam asked, his voice shaking.
“How about we just show you instead?” Karen said impishly; a comment which both of them laughed at.
“No!” Adam yelled as his mom and aunt pulled him up, both arms pinned behind his back by the two strong female relatives, and then the three of them were marching towards the door that led down to the basement. An ominous creek as the door opened would have been fitting for what was inside the subterranean room however the hinges had recently been oiled and thus the door was silent. Kim and Karen were careful on the stairs, not wanting an accident to occur and anyone to become seriously injured.*
Finally, Adam came face to face with his fate for this evening. A seat of blood red leather, with straps, chains and a set of sturdy, cushioned stocks attached to the end. There were ten black loops on the stocks, five above each of the holes. It looked mighty out of place in this fine house and would have been much better suited to a bondage dungeon or a torture room.
“Mom?” Adam sounded even more afraid now that the unknown punishment device had been revealed to him. “What the hell is this?”
“This is your special chair for tonight. All you had to rub your feet, endure the admittedly strong smell. But no, you had to be selfish instead. Let's see if you're still selfish after a few hours in the stocks.”*
“H-hours!?” Adam attempted to wrench out of his mom and aunt's grasp, but their grip was iron.*
“No point getting those clothes all sweaty.” Karen observed. “Might as well strip him first.”
“Great idea!” Kim said, as her and her sister once more forced her son to the group and started on his pants.
“Mom! Karen! What are you doing? Stop!” Adam turned bright red, trying and failing to slap away the hands that were in the process of removing his clothes.
“Relax son. I've seen it all before.” Kim chucked aside the pair of jeans once they were off, leaving her son's underwear on. She wasn't totally shameless.
“And I'll have seen it all soon enough!” Karen added with a giggle that belonged to a much younger, much more adventurous woman.
Usually it would have been difficult for Adam to avoid getting an erection, with two rather attractive women taking away his clothes and exposing his skin to their eyes, but the awkwardness and shock of those women being his mother and auntie negated any potential excitement.*
With surprising efficiency, Adam was left with nothing but a pair of loose fit blue boxer shorts. Happy with their efforts, Kim and Karen wasted no more time, dragging the flailing, near nude body of Adam over to the bondage chair. They heaved him up onto it and worked together securing him, his struggles barely managing to so much as slow them down. Starting with Adam's arms, Kim and Karen took a wrist each and placed a leather cuff around them. The cuffs were attached to chains which in turn were attached to the back of the chair, looping over the tall back. Kim held both of her son's arms still whilst Karen moved around the back, pulling the chains taut and leaving Adam's arms stretched above his head as if constantly cheering. His mouth was doing anything but cheering. Protests and pleading became as normal as breathing to the young man, not that any protest or plea would persuade his stubborn captors to stop.
Black leather straps were placed and tightened around key parts of Adam's body like his chest, upper arms, waist and multiple sections of his legs as well as a few other places, reducing his mobility to almost nil. Before that however, the two women placed Adam's feet through the stocks and closed them shut. Although the top half of the stocks was heavy and would have been incredibly difficult for Adam to lift with his lower legs, Karen made sure to lock the stocks ensuring that the task was impossible. The stocks themselves proved a snug fit for Adam's ankles, that firm, cushioned interior being just malleable enough to allow most people's feet to both fit and be as immobile as possible.
After all that was done, Adam was left vulnerable to whatever his mom and aunt had planned for him; the only notable points of movement left to him being his feet which could move up and down or side to side, his head which had been left free and his fingers.
Kim clapped her hands together with a note of finality. “There, all done. Are you comfortable enough?”
The cushions that covered the majority of the chair's surface area weren't the most uncomfortable thing in existence, but the bondage that bound Adam to it made him feel particularly uncomfortable in a way that he imagined a claustrophobic stuck in a box would feel. “No! I'm not comfortable. This joke has gone far enough now mom. Please, I've learnt my lesson. Let me out of this thing!” After finishing his sentence Adam tested the straps with all the strength he could muster in his limited position which made quite the pathetic show for his small audience.
“I don't think so. We're gonna make you behave, just like our mother did for us. This is not a joke, Adam.” Kim sounded oddly stern.
“But you'll soon be laughing all the same!” Karen said with an evil smirk.
Adam grew concerned. Well, more concerned than he already was. “W-w-what do you mean laughing?”
“Should we tell him? Or should we make him tell us?” Karen asked her sister.
“I like the sound of the latter much better.” Kim replied with a smile, her arms folded as she stared at her son. “So, what do you think that we're going to do to you?”
Adam had a good idea, but he didn't want to face the truth; didn't want to believe that they'd be so cruel. His mom knew how sensitive he was, his sister had displayed that sensitivity many times to her with numerous 'pranks' on her older brother. “Sorry... I-I don't know.” He lied, hoping that they'd change their minds.
“C'mon Adam!” Karen encouraged her nephew. “You can do it! Just think about the position you're in, the spots that we've left vulnerable. Think about the things that we could do to those parts of your body, how we can make you regret ever refusing to massage our big, smelly feet.”
Karen's teasing was working. Even closing his eyes did little to push away the images of what he predicted was going to happen, how he could do nothing to stop them. “You... you're going to tickle me, aren't you?”
The answer Adam received was laughter. Mean, dread-inducing laughter. Adam gulped, shivering as much as he was able at the thought of their twenty fingers exploring his ticklish body. When Jessica ambushed him and tickled Adam for a few minutes at a time it was bad enough. Now he had been robbed of movement. Nowhere to run, no way to fight back. At the mercy of his mom and aunt.*
“You got it son! Me and your aunt Karen are gonna tickle you. And unlike when your sister does it, there's no one to stop us. If only she were here, I bet she'd love this.” Kim taunted. “Now, there's something I need to grab from the kitchen. Karen, make sure this mischievous boy doesn't go anywhere. Don't you even think about starting until I get back, otherwise you'll be in there after he's done.*If*we ever get bored of tickle torturing him.”
Kim left the basement, leaving her son and sister alone. Karen continued regarding Adam with a menacing smile, slinking over to his involuntary seat. “So, do you think you're ready for this? It's bad, trust me. Back when I was just a bratty eighteen year old I thought I could take it, that it wouldn't be so bad. It's only tickling after all!”*
Karen stood by his restrained feet, raising her hand as if to touch her fingers to Adam's soles but breezed past them, her smile widening when she saw him tense up. Instead, those fingers went to the top of the stocks and started drumming away, the fingernails making a sound not unlike foreboding war drums. He saw that Karen had longer fingernails than his mom, who cut them short and hadn't had a manicure in years. Karen looked like she'd had one semi-recently, though her nails were just as devoid of nail polish as her sister's. “It's actually unbearable. Add to that the fact that there's gonna be two of us dedicated to teaching you a lesson you'll never forget, and this might actually constitute as real torture.”
The verbal teasing from Karen worked, her words striking so deep that he could almost imagine how awful the tickling would be. “Aunt Karen! Please, help me! Tell my mom to let me out of here, tell her not to tickle me. I'll do anything.*Anything. I'll give you foot massages whenever you want, no matter how filthy your feet are.”
“I'm listening, keep going. How much is my assistance worth to you?” Karen took a stance of superiority, leaning forward and staring at her restrained nephew with interest, all the while she kept on drumming her fingernails against the stocks.
Adam chose this moment to let his inner foot fetishist come out of hiding, but only a little. He had to risk giving away his darkest secret. “I-I'll kiss your feet! I will make out with your feet for your amusement. I can even lick them clean for you!”
Karen laughed at Adam's pitiful promises. Although, the idea of having him worship her feet was tempting. “What else? Would you suck on my cheesy toes? Act as my footstool?”
Screwing his eyes closed, Adam forced himself to think of other things. Things that would distract him. Karen's words, which were seductive to the closet foot fetishist, were causing a stirring in his underwear. A stirring that, if he let it run rampant, would become a flagpole announcing his arousal to the world. Or, more accurately, to his aunt and when she returned, his mother. “Yes! I said anything, didn't I? I'd suck on your toes as if my life depended on it. I'd act as your footstool until my back gave out.” Adam paused the desperate negotiations, looking into Karen's eyes. “Just please, don't tickle me.”
The chuckling from Adam's auntie had increased. The glint in her eyes was one of temptation, of taboo desire. “Tempting. Very tempting Adam. You make a good offer, one that I want to accept. Honestly, you sound so passionate that if you weren't my sister's son, bound to a chair about to be tickle tortured, that you wanted to be my little foot slave.” Karen shook her head at the idea, not knowing that she wasn't entirely wrong. “It has been a long time since I've had a guy suck on my toes. I certainly miss the feeling. However, never have I had an opportunity like this one. A ticklish young man, tied up with no way to escape? This, Adam, is what I want.”
“What are you two talking about?” Kim asked as she walked down the stairs having fetched a roll of duct tape from a drawer in the kitchen.
“Not much. Adam here is just begging me to let him out; begging for us not to tickle him.”
Kim gave a slight smile. “You aren't getting out of this that easily young man. After tonight, you're going to be the most obedient son a mother could want. Unless you want to end up back here, obviously. I'd be more than happy to do this again, really hammer the lesson home.”*
Adam was speechless. He didn't know what to say, what to do. He decided to ask a question, eyeing the duct tape nervously. “What's the tape for mom?”
“Oh, this?” Kim lifted the tape up. “It's for your mouth honey. While I'm sure your tormented laughter will be music to our ears, I think it will get boring eventually. Karen, if you wouldn't mind, I need your socks.”
“The ones I'm wearing? The ones I've spent all of today sweating into as I moved stuff into the house?” Karen asked in an amused tone.
“Indeed. I believe that they'll make a suitably disgusting gag for Adam here.”
“No. No! Don't put socks in my mouth. That's gross! Isn't tickling me enough?” Adam said fearfully. Despite how terrible the prospect was, a small part of him yearned to suck on those sweaty socks that clung to his aunt's feet. But that small part of Adam didn't know just how potent those socks were going to be.
It was as if Adam wasn't even speaking, the two women couldn't be stopped or reasoned with at this point. “Since you asked so kindly Kim, I'll be more than happy too.” Karen used one sneakered foot to loosen the other, plucked it out and slid a finger down the back of a thin, light blue ankle sock and slipped it off her foot, turning it inside out in the process.
“That's one!” Karen announced joyfully, before stuffing her now bare foot back into the empty sneaker and repeating the process with the second foot. “That's two!” Allowing her sister to do the honours, she handed both inside out socks to Kim, who held them by the openings. Although Kim was fine with putting them into her son's mouth, she wasn't about to touch the damp material with her own fingers.
“See here, Adam.” Kim stopped by the side of the chair that Adam was strapped into, dangling the stinky ankle socks in front of his face. His nose managed to detect an odour: the odour of his aunt's feet, the odour representing her physical exertion. “These darker sections, where the material of Karen's socks are wet, are where her soles and toes were pressed up against. That's dirt and foot sweat you're seeing, as well as a good helping of whatever grime lurks inside those sneakers of hers. And soon enough you'll be tasting it too.”
“My sneakers aren't*that*bad, I was only joking earlier about the fungus...” Karen said, blushing. With such a close up view of the socks that Karen had been wearing, Adam didn't think that his aunt had been joking. All the same, even with his attraction to feet, the sight was not appealing.*
“Come on, open that mouth of yours. You don't have any choice in the matter Adam, so just accept your punishment.” Kim told her son, looking into his eyes.
Adam kept his lips sealed. He didn't want those worn socks anywhere near his face, never mind in his mouth. With no power to currently influence the former, he planned to be stubborn and fight the possibility of the latter. Waiting patiently for a few seconds, keeping eye contact with her son, Kim sighed. “So, this is how it's gonna be, huh? Even now, when you're already in a heap of trouble, you just can't behave. Okay son, have it your way.” Kim tossed the roll of duct tape to Karen who caught it in spite of not being prepared. “Get ready with that sis.”
Karen skipped over, taking the position opposite Kim and unravelled enough tape to cover the width of Adam's mouth with some to spare. Using her index and middle fingers, she squeezed Adam's nose, closing off his nostrils and taking away his ability to breathe. The terrified look in his eyes intensified, realising that sooner or later his mouth would open to take a breath and give the tormentors ample opportunity to gag him.*
And that moment didn't take long to arrive. The instant that Adam couldn't hold his breath any longer, he parted his lips and sucked down a lungful of air. Unfortunately, the air was accompanied by both of Karen's socks. Kim made sure that the most disgusting part of each sock would be the first to make contact with her son's tongue. Once they were in, Kim used her strong, mildly calloused hands to push his jaw shut whilst he wasn't resisting the motion. Karen finished it off, showing Adam evidence of their sisterly teamwork, by placing a strip of tape neatly over her nephew's sealed lips. After smoothing it down to the very edges with her soft fingers, Karen tore off a second and third strip before placing them over the first, making sure that Adam would be unable to remove those socks without help.
“MMMMMRRRRRPPPHHH!” Adam gave a muffled yell as the unpleasant flavour of Karen's socks filled his mouth, attacked his helpless taste buds. The taste was both salty and sour, far stronger than he assumed it would be. Without any options, he tried wildly flailing his head around, hoping that by some miracle he could shake the tape off and spit out the socks. As anyone might expect, this failed.*
Witnessing Adam's newfound misery, gagged and helpless right in front of them, Kim and Karen were practically falling over laughing, having to grip the sides of the chair for support. Adam's face turned bright red, humiliated and angry at the fact that his mom and aunt were stood laughing as he suffered.*
“Okay, enough now Karen.” Kim said as she calmed down, covering the last of the giggles with a cough. “Time to show Adam the kind of things that our mother did to us whenever we had the gall to misbehave.” Adam felt himself shrivel up inside as his mom moved closer still, so close that all she'd have to do to touch him was raise her hands.
“Only this time, there's two of us.” Karen replied, also moving closer.
Kim chuckled. “You're right. Our mother might have been cruel by tying us up and tickling us, but at least she did it alone. I think I'd have gone crazy if she had involved anyone else.”*
“But you Adam, you get to go through the exact same thing as we did...” Karen winked and held up two fingers in a V shape “Times two!”
Adam whimpered as both women chuckled this time. “I think we've done enough playing around. It's time for the show to begin.” Kim's mouth curled into a cruel grin as she raised both hands, all ten of her fingers ready to tickle the exposed skin of her offspring.
“This is gonna be so much fun. For us, of course. I imagine that this will be quite an awful, if unforgettable, experience for you, Adam.” Karen's grin matched that of her sister and she too raised her hands, prepared to tickle her nephew. The way they held their fingers had subtle differences however. The slow, hypnotic wiggling of Karen's fingers hinted at a more playful motivation for wanting Adam in the chair. Kim's predatory stillness was evidence that she meant business, believing that this extreme form of punishment was the right thing to do.
“Any last words?” Kim asked as their hands floated forwards, homing in on the stretched, vulnerable skin of Adam's armpits.*
Adam wanted to cry. Adam wanted to beg. Adam wanted to tell his mother that he'd be good for the rest of his life, that he'd obey her every command. But all that he could manage was “MMMPPPPHHH!” Any attempts at protest were wasted, absorbed by Aunt Karen's sweaty socks. He hastily swallowed saliva tainted by the dirt and sweat that had escaped from those socks.
“Didn't think so.” Kim said with a tone of finality before applying all twenty fingers to Adam's armpit and the area around it. The effect was immediate: Adam began screaming into his gag at the sudden ticklish attack, with his upper body moving to escape the fingers as much as the bondage would allow (which was very little).*
“Hey! No fair!” Karen complained, laughter lining her words as she also dived into the action, feeling her nephew attempt to tug away as he felt the touch of her fingertips. The tugging failed obviously, leaving Adam in the incredibly frustrating situation of being tickled on both sides whilst being unable to move away from either.
It was just as terrible as they had promised. Twenty fingers, spider tickling up and down, sending torturous sensations to Adam's brain as they stimulated the tender flesh of his shaven armpits. The fact that Kim and Karen offered no lack of verbal teasing didn't help in the slightest.
“What's wrong Adam? Am I not tickling fast enough for you?” Karen would say before picking up the speed of her fingers for a short but effective burst of increased torment.
“Bet you wished you just rubbed our sweaty feet now, huh son?” Kim put on a hard tone but she was enjoying this as much, if not more, than her sister. “Don't worry, after we're done with you tonight you'll be eager to attend to a longer list of duties than you're used to. Yes, rubbing these big feet of mine shall be high up on said list.”
They spent a good ten minutes on Adam's armpits before moving down to his sides. That didn't mean that they were done with those ticklish little armpits however. Every now and again one of them would spare a hand to remind their victim that they could assault any part of his sensitive flesh at any time, that nowhere was truly safe from their attention. Both of them found it highly amusing how Adam's stomach would tense up as they squeezed and pinched his sides and traced their fingernails lightly along his tummy, slotting a cheeky, probing finger into his bellybutton sometimes to elicit further feral reactions.
“Tickle tickle Adam. We're gonna keep on tickling you, tickle you until you go crazy!” Karen teased.
“Maybe crazy is a little far, but we do plan on taking you near enough that you'd wish you were crazy.” Kim said with a smile, clearly exaggerating her intentions. Adam knew that she wasn't serious, that they wouldn't take things so far, but that didn't make the taunting any easier to hear. At this moment in time, with his every thought being spent processing the horrible tickling sensations, he didn't care that his mother wasn't serious.
As the tickling came to a halt for the first time this evening, having gone on for another fifteen minutes without pause, Kim and Karen observed Adam. He sat, bound and breathing heavily, awaiting the next terrible touch. His eyes found their faces and he used the shared gaze to beg to be released, giving off a few pitiful whimpers to inspire sympathy.
“So, you learned your lesson yet?” Kim asked, placing fingers on Adam's leg and let them lightly move along his skin as she walked to the stocks, a touch that he flinched away from.
“Or do you need further punishment?” Karen asked, smiling and leaning forwards, leaving the space between the tip of her nose and Adam's reddened face minimal.*
“Mmmmmrrrppphh.” He answered, his miserable state providing enough translation to his muffled words.*
“One more time?” Karen said, her smile growing, whilst turning her head and positioning her ear close to his taped mouth, cupping a hand over that ear.
“ Mmmmmrrrppphh!” Adam repeated, not understanding how a second intelligible noise would help communicate his feelings to Karen when the first evidently failed.
“Wow!” Karen exclaimed, standing up and moving to join her sister. “I'm pretty sure that he just told us to keep going! Either he's enjoying this more than he lets on, or he is just in agreement with us that he's in need of some serious punishment.”
“I think we'd know if he were enjoying this.” Kim noted with a nod to Adam's crotch clad in his tightie whities. She was right, if Adam had even a partial erection both of them would see it immediately. “So I'm glad that he's finally starting to see how necessary this is. You'll need that strong will for when we really get serious.”
He was already nearing the height of his dread thus far, staring down at his mom and aunt in their new position: down by the set of stocks that held his feet. Kim's promise of worse torture later on pushed that dread further.
“Shall we begin once more? I've been itching to get at his feet since the beginning. I bet they're soooo sensitive. He is your son after all.” Karen cracked her knuckles, before wiggling her fingers in the air around Adam's feet, high up enough for him to see her actions above the top of the stocks.*
“Unless he's somehow lost sensitivity since childhood, I promise that Adam's feet are extremely ticklish. And itching? Really Karen? Was that supposed to be a joke?”
Karen looked like she suddenly realised something. “Oh shit, I didn't even think about that! I didn't spoil anything, did I?”
“No. Don't worry, I'm not that cruel of a mother. Not tonight, anyway. Perhaps another time.” Kim shook her head. As she too raised her hands, Adam found himself wishing that they would just continue talking; to do anything but tickle his helpless, ticklish feet. But he knew that wasn't about to happen.
Had he not been tied down, Adam would have leapt into the air the moment those wiggling fingers made contact with his feet. Automatically he tried to move his feet out of the way, escape the tickling. He was somewhat successful, but with the limited movement it was only a brief respite. Like a tiger cornering its prey, Kim and Karen followed after Adam's feet with their hands. After this, their tickling really kicked off. Ignoring the small movements they could easily apply an intense tickling sensation to the bottoms of his bare feet and toes with their fingernails. This was far worse than it had been on any other part of his body.*
“MRRRRRPPPPHHHH! MRRRRRRPPPPHHHHHH!” Adam's screaming, gagged laughter was more plentiful than before and his eyes quickly welled with tears although that may have been due to the cumulative tickle torture he'd received up until that point. But the tickling of Adam hadn't yet reached its zenith for the evening; far from it in fact.
The two of them put up with the moving feet for a while, having fun chasing them down. But this was a punishment and the aim of the game was to force Adam to endure the tickling of a lifetime. So amongst classic teasing like “Tickle tickle Adam! Tickle you all night long!” Things ramped up again when each of Adam's tormentors grabbed his big toes with their free hands, stilling his feet almost completely, before sharing a glance between themselves and giggling.
“One finger.” Kim and Karen spoke simultaneously, in monotone voice, clearly reciting a method their mother used whilst tickling their feet. Adam felt a single fingernail from each of them touch down on the respective foot that they were holding. While it was slightly better than being attacked by all twenty fingers at once, there was a slow, professional intention behind their new tickling. Not only that, but their verbal performance led the prisoner to believe that it was unlikely they would keep on using only a single finger each.
The two fingers explored Adam's soles, slowly and methodically, leaving no bit of sensitive flesh untouched. This went on for a minute or two, though to Adam's estimation, like everything else he had experienced this evening, it felt like much longer.*
“Two fingers.” Once more, spoken at the same time. Instantly, just as promised by their words, Kim and Karen added a second finger to their frustrating exploration of their victim's sole, essentially doubling the ticklish sensations.
“Three fingers.” This came around the same amount of time later. With each progression they sounded less monotone, poorly hidden excitement breaching the mask they had put on. Adam assumed that they were imitating their mother. Having met her, a textbook disciplinarian, he could see her doing the very same thing but taking less pleasure out of the task.
“Four fingers.” Adam felt the hands gripping his big toes tighten further as his struggles increased. The total of eight fingers lazily drifting up and down his sole was unbearable, the fact that they still had another finger each to add baffled the tortured young man. His mom and aunt didn't seem to care about the tormented noises that he was making.
“Five fingers.” All available fingers were finally set to work on Adam's soles. At first the same up and down, light trailing pattern was continued. For Adam this grew more and more maddening with each stroke of Kim and Karen's fingers, and he yearned for something different, something outside of this ticklish pattern. A yearning that he'd regret soon enough.
*The pattern was broken after five minutes when the sisters broke into giggles and picked up speed on their strokes before returning to a rapid spidering of Adam's feet, seemingly striking at random. The occupant of the stocks thought, not for the first time this evening, that he might actually be in danger of being driven insane.
“Oh man, I bet you're thinking how this couldn't get much worse, aren't you Adam?” Karen asked, only lifting her eyes from Adam's foot for a moment to give him a wink. It seemed like so long since they began this damned five finger tickling.
Adam answered the same way he answered all of their questions, the only way he could. With muffled, desperate laughter and screams.
“We can make things worse for you, son. Much much worse. The question is, can you take it?” Kim said.
“I don't think he has a choice Kim. Adam here is gonna endure our tickling no matter how bad it gets, all thanks to this chair! Who would have thought that this nightmarish thing would ever prove useful to us.” Karen mocked Adam's helplessness.*
“In that case, I think we should make use of those toe ties. Turn this into actual tickle torture. But let's continue with this for a little long. It's fun feeling my poor baby's ticklish foot trying to escape my grip, but failing to do so. Tickle tickle Adam. Tickle tickle.” It amused Kim to note that whenever her son heard the word 'tickle' whilst being punished, he seemed to flinch, almost as if the word itself added to his torment.
As promised, the evil sisters kept performing their freehand tickling for another fifteen minutes, enjoying every second. Adam thought that he could almost hear them whispering between themselves, likely about their next move. They desired further despair, further vulnerability. Even though the tickling stopped, Adam's battle against his bonds didn't cease. He felt the fingers of his mom and aunt once more on his big toes, manoeuvring them into the biggest loops on the stocks which were the first pair of the aforementioned 'toe ties'.*
Not the toe ties not the toe ties not the toe ties not the toe ties not the toe ties.*That was what Adam wished to say. He had never been introduced to the term 'toe ties' before but it didn't take much for him to figure out the purpose. Once the first was around his big toe and fully tightened back to the stock, he was shocked and terrified over the amount of movement it robbed from him. It was clear that once all ten toe ties had been applied, even twitching his feet would be a challenge.
“What's wrong, Adam? You've gone so quiet.” Kim mused as she continued slipping her son's toes into the ties one by one, increasing his immobility to the maximum. The fact that soon enough, Adam couldn't move his feet at all, made the young man despair. The idea that his feet were going to be tickled without the ability to move made him want to weep profusely.*
“I'll tell you what, son. Karen and I would like to make you an offer. And this will be an offer that you simply can't refuse.” Kim stroked the pads of her fingers up her son's restrained sole, starting from the heel and ending after the arch. It was a far cry from the intense tickling sensation that her fingernails would have created, but it had the desired effect. It made Adam*shiver.*
“You're gonna wanna listen to this one Adam.” Karen said, placing a supporting hand on her sister's shoulder and gave Kim a soft squeeze, providing Kim with the whole spotlight.*
“Thanks Karen.” Kim smiled. “Whilst we were crouched at your feet, Karen quietly told me something very interesting indeed. Apparently, when I was upstairs retrieving the duct tape, you were making some offers to your aunt. In order to avoid being tickled, you said that you would kiss and lick her sweaty feet, even going so far as to suck her toes if need be! So, we're going to take the deal that you attempted to make and flip it back on you. The hours of tickle torture that we had planned for you would come to a stop here, your toe tied feet would be safe. Instead, you'll be kissing our feet, licking our soles and sucking our toes for as long as we see fit. Until we believe that you really have the respect for us that we deserve.”*
Kim gave Karen a nod and Karen moved forward, standing next to Adam's upper body. When she reached out, Adam flinched away from Karen's hands but realised that she was in fact trying to remove his gag. He felt relieved when his aunt's hands tugged her own socks out of his mouth, now soaked in saliva rather than sweat. “Eww.” She said before laughing. If the tickling hadn't tired him out so much, Adam would have been tempted to make a snarky remark how they were much more gross before they had been stuffed into his mouth.
“So, what'll it be? Worshipping our smelly feet, or more tickle torture? Take your time, I know you're still savouring the taste of your aunt's socks.” Kim said, staring at her son. But that's when all three of them heard a noise from upstairs. Knocking on the front door.
Kim and Karen looked at each other. “Pizza!” They said in a far too juvenile manner.
“I'll get it.” Karen said, making for the stairs. “You see if you can't bring your son around. The thought of a tongue on my hot, sweaty soles is so exciting!”