I'm so sorry that this took so long to finish, everyone! On top of all the personal stuff I had going on, this part focused a bit more on the foot fetish side of things and it was difficult to consistently write without wanting to burst out of my skin from arousal haha Anyway, here is part 2 and I hope you enjoy it. I'd like to think I opened the door open to continue with the series, but for now this will be the last part. I have more story ideas I'd really like to explore writing and I can't wait to get started. Please let me know what you think as it really does give me so much drive to keep working on my writing.
“Uuuuh… Dad?”
“Thank you thank you thank you,” was all Russell could say interspersed with heavy breaths too distracted to realize his son had noticed his raging hard on. “That.. that was intense. So intense.”
“I can tell. Something you’d like to share?”
Russell finally able to get his bearings looked up at his son only to be met with a very smug smile. He just stared back at him blankly, confused about what his son might be talking about.
“You’re liking this aren’t you?” Isaac shifted off of his father to stand up, looming over him, and gesturing to the very hard cock that managed to free itself from his father's boxers and was shiny from the precum that dribbled down the shaft.
Once again finding himself speechless all he could do was stare at his own dick slack, jawed. He knew he felt the intense arousal of the situation, but seeing just how hard his cock was took him off guard. He was starting to get embarrassed again. Being exposed in front of his son is not something he ever thought would happen and he just didn’t know what to do.
“Haha this is great. You are so turned on by this you can’t even believe it, can you? Neither can I, take a look at this thing!” Isaac grabbed hold of his own junk through his underwear, squeezed it, and shook it gently impressed with the whole thing.
“It’s not funny, this is not normal let me up,” he said eyes glued to his son’s package.
“Not funny huh?” He said as he repositioned the chair slightly and sat down raising his leg up on the bed, holding onto his dick through his boxer briefs. “I dunno, you were laughing pretty hard before…”
“It’s not funny and you neheed to let mehe uhu--stop that!”
Isaac had moved his foot closer to his dad’s side and began wiggling his toes on his skin to tease him.
“Mmmm nah, you are definitely enjoying it, come on give me another giggle.”
“No stohahap thihihis is ridiheheheheculousehehehe.”
Once again Russell’s dick throbbed and it did not go unnoticed by his son. Isaac just sat there rubbing his toes against his dad’s sides and ribs stroking his own cock through his underwear getting himself close just from listening to his dad giggle and watching his dad’s cock react to the tickling and teasing.
“Tell me you like it, come on.”
“Hehehe stohahahap pleasahaha you sahehaid I could hahahave a breahake.”
“Only if you tell me how this is making you feel, come on.”
“Plehehease I cahahant hehehehaha.”
“Yes, you can. Don’t you want to be a good boy and just let it out.”
At those words Russell’s cock twitched again and another stream of precum came oozing out.
“Hehehehehe hehahahehenoohehe I cahahan’t hehe.”
This time, taking his hand off of his dick to hold on to the chair, he brought his other foot up to join in.
“Yes, you can just tell me and I’ll give you another break.”
“Hahahaha ohoh my gohahad please hahaha ok ok ok it feheheels good it feels so good hahahaha just stohahahahap.”
“And that’s all I wanted,” He stopped tickling his father and placed his feet up on his chest allowing them both to take a break. Isaac took this moment to look his father up and down again. Surges of pleasure going through his body straight into his cock as he admired his dad’s body completely vulnerable and ready to be played with some more. He had gotten close to orgasm himself just now, but he wanted to wait. He loved the feeling of being on the edge and wanted to keep that feeling as much as he possibly could and he was going to make sure his dad enjoyed it just as much. He wasn’t embarrassed like he thought he would be. Maybe it was because it was something so taboo that overrode embarrassment with arousal or maybe he was just a sicko. He was willing to bet it was a little bit of both. His attention was brought back to his dad’s cock occasionally twitching from all the throbbing it was doing and he was leaking precum a little more steadily now and he loved it. He felt like he had so much power over him to make him react this way.
Russell, having recovered from the laughing fit his son just put him through, couldn’t help but stare at those feet sitting on his chest so close to his face. This time the soles were facing him and he just lay there admiring them with his mouth beginning to water. He could feel the heat emanating from them into his chest again and could even smell them a bit this time. He wanted to tickle those feet so bad, to feel them with his fingers and to hear his sons laughter because of it. He wanted to put his nose up to them and breathe in their scent and he wanted to play with those toes. Those toes that would occasionally wiggle as they sat there on top of him turning him on so much. What did they taste like? He wanted to suck on them and push his tongue through each space. Russell actually felt as though he were getting close just from staring at those feet. Each time those toes wiggled he could feel it getting stronger. Was this more than just tickling? Did his foot fetish extend to male feet too? To his son’s feet? His son did have very nice looking feet. Amazing feet in fact and now he was imagining playing with them… worshipping them. He was definitely not normal, but he was too turned on and too entranced to even care. He could just stare at those feet all day. His son had a power over him and he was learning to accept it more and more. Man, what did those feet taste like? He had a one track mind and he just couldn’t break free of it.
Isaac on the other hand, turned his attention to his dads face and realized just how hard he was staring at his feet. He must really want revenge if he can’t help but stare at his feet that way. Of course he knew his dad loved tickling him there the most since it was his most ticklish spot. Isaac would always be left in a puddle when his dad managed to get his ankles in a headlock and tickle him. Worse was when he discovered how ticklish the tops of his feet are only rivaling his toes and it made him scream to be tickled there. Even remembering it made his toes splay and clench a bit. Amusing, he thought, that his dad’s dick bobbed again when his toes wiggled. And again. Man, his dad had it bad for his feet. Was it more than just tickling? He knew his father would jump at the chance to tickle him there if he was free, but that stare he was giving his feet was kinda weird. He almost looked like he was hypnotized. He wiggled his toes nervously feeling a little exposed for the first time and noticed his father’s erection twitch and leak more precum. Was he really imagining tickling him that intensely or did his dad actually have a foot fetish? This was almost too much, if his dad was turned on by the tickling and also his feet! He rationalied that the two could definitely go hand in hand considering they are often perceived as a prime tickle spot on most people, but he never really thought his dad had a tickling fetish let alone a foot fetish. Did he only want to tickle him or did he just really like looking at his feet? Did he want to do more with them? Did he have a foot fetish, himself? Isaac remembered a little earlier when he was at his own dad’s feet and seemed kind of drawn to them himself. He remembered his own face getting closer to them, enjoying the sent, and the way his dad’s toes wiggled. He would totally have put his face up to those feet now that he is thinking of it free of guilt and embarrassment again. He wiggled his toes again to see if it would trigger his his father’s cock again. It did. It throbbed and it leaked more precum. He loved it. He loved knowing his power over his father was so intense, but he was also freely admitting to himself that his dad may have an ounce of power over him too. Now he wanted to play with his dad’s feet. To feel them under his fingers and to smell the musky scent coming from them. He was leaking precum just thinking about it and he was at peace with that.
“Hey dad,” he said watching his father not even try to avert his gaze from those beautiful feet. “Can you tell me, again, how good this all feels?” For good measure he wiggled his toes again.
“Ssoo good. I--it feels so good.” Yes, it felt amazing, really. Russell’s mind was feeling just slightly too fuzzy to even hide it right now. Almost as if he were tipsy. His attention divided between his sons voice and those beautiful feet.
“You like the tickling a lot more than you thought you would, huh?” Isaac wiggled his toes again.
“Uh huh..” Oh man, was that an understatement. He loved the tickling so much even though it also felt like torture. And those feet in his face were the best part about it all. He could just keep staring and staring. He wanted to cum so bad. But more than that he wanted to taste those feet. What was Isaac saying again?
“You really want me to tickle you some more, don’t you?” Wiggling his toes again a little more slowly, dragging out a bit.
“Yea, so good..” Tickling sounded so good right now. Those toes looked so nice the way they moved. But wait, what was going on right now? He just wanted to cum so bad.
“Well, I guess I could tickle your feet next. Are you going to be a good boy and let me tickle those toes of yours?” he continued his slow wiggling and watched his father’s cock throb even more. He definitely seemed to like the submissive terms being used on him and he was going to make sure to remember that.
“Huh?” still sounding kind of out of it, he was beginning to become more aware of what his son was saying this time. The threat of having his feet tickled scared him very much since he knew that was definitely one of his most ticklish spots. He never let anyone touch him there and knew this would be murder. Somehow, even through that fear, he was still feeling excitement and he thought maybe he wanted Isaac to tickle his feet. Finally, moving his eyes to meet his son’s he realized what was just said. Instead of responding this time, he just stared back at him submissively.
“I’m going to tickle your feet, dad? How does that make you feel? Come on, you can tell me? You were being so good.”
Russell liked that. He didn’t know why and it filled him with a bit of confusion, but being told he was being good actually made him feel kind of happy. Almost like he won his son’s acceptance just now. But the tickling. He loved it and it turned him on so much, but he couldn’t have his feet tickled. He didn’t know if he could handle it. Would it be worse than the tickling before? Would it feel the same this time? Would it feel amazing? Arousing? Yes, he did want to know after all.
“Tell me how good that makes you feel?” Isaac asked assertively this time.
“I.. I don’t.. I’m not sure I can handle that.”
“Wow, that was honest. Well,only one way to find out, huh?” he said as he began to take his feet off of his dad’s chest.
“Wha- wait,” Russell reacted before he could think as his eyes quickly moved back to those feet and the instant disappointment of the object of his affection being taken away hit him.
“Wait? Why, was there something else you wanted?” he wiggled his toes a bit quicker and more obvious this time to see if his dad would admit to possibly wanting to play with his feet. He wasn’t sure how or what he wanted with his feet, but he really loved the idea of teasing it out of him, even if it took a while.
“N--nothing. Just.. go ahead.” He still couldn’t take his eyes off of his son’s toes. He may not have been able to hide how aroused he was by all the tickling, but he was never going to admit he wanted to worship his son’s feet. Whether that was embarrassment or just one las thing he wanted to hold on to, he wasn’t sure. Russell only knew he just wasn’t quite ready for that. At least not just yet.
“Well, alright, if you insist.”
Getting off the chair and heading down to the foot of the bed, he kneeled in front of his father’s feet and looked them up and down again. His cock throbbed again and this time he knew he most definitely had a thing for feet. His father, in particularly, had nice feet for a dude. He never really thought about feet like that before and he definitely was not into women’s feet, but right now, in front of him, he very much liked what he was seeing.
“Ya know, you have some nice feet, dad.”
What? Why was he saying that? That was weird. Did his son have a foot fetish too, he wondered. Did he know about his already? He couldn’t remember if he ever talked about how much he loved some of his ex-girlfriend’s feet in front of him, but if he did, maybe he knew. Maybe he found out? Maybe his son just liked feet. His feet. He wiggled his toes nervously. It was reflex from having his feet analyzed while being so vulnerable.
“Oh yea, that’s nice. I like when your toes wiggle,” And he did. He felt his cock twitch in his underwear again. He watched as his dad even wiggled his toes again. Not sure if it was out of nervousness or if maybe he liked the idea of his feet being admired this time, he definitely liked it either way. “I’m going to tickle them real good.”
Russell was wiggling his toes on purpose now. Yes, he was nervous, but something about his son praising him made him want to do it more. Was it the hope that maybe he would go easy on him? Did he just like his son enjoying him this way? Maybe he wanted his son to be pleased with him and make him happy? It was all of it. He was basically inviting the tickling this time and he knew it. He felt his sons fingertips gently rubbing his heels and then they just stopped moving, almost poised. He knew this was part of the teasing because he had done this to his son before as well. Start off slowly, lull the victim into a false sense of security, say something tauntingly to catch them off guard, then strike quickly making them squeal.
“Hey, you know what would be great? If you called me Sir,” Isaac suddenly exclaimed excitedly.
“What?” Now that was an extreme request that he just didn’t even believe his own son thought was ever going to happen. “I’m never calling you thahat. Overher my dehehead bodehehe oh gohahad!”
Isaac knew what his father’s play was, he had suffered it enough times and he learned from it. Instead of quickly scribbling his fingers over the surprisingly soft and very warm skin, he very slowly brushed his fingertips in circular motions on his father’s heels. He had never gotten to tickle him on his feet before and he was going to make sure he AND his father enjoyed it.
“Oh, really? Over your dead body? I don’t think it’s going to come to that and I don’t really think you do either.”
“Nohohohehehe I wohohohon’t.”
“No? We’ll see about that,” he said still lightly tickling his father's heels.
“No you cahahan’t mahahake mehehehe.”
“Aw, you’re sounding like you’re about to throw a little temper tantrum. Don’t you want to be a good boy and listen?” he asked this time allowing his fingers to travel up to the sides of his feet and gently brushing up and down them.
“NO! Haha no nohoho yohuhuhu cahan’t plehehease stohahap,” his pleaded, but he didn’t even know how seriously he meant it. His cock throbbed achingly when his son asked him to be good and listen to him and the tickling only amplified the pleasure. But it was still tickling and as pleasurable as it felt, it was still torture.
“Ok, well, what if I tickled you.. Over.. here!” Isaac’s fingers slowly traveled across his soles over to his arch and repeated the same motions in this spot like he did on the sides of his feet.
“Wait wait wait wahait dohohon’t dohohoooo thahahahat.”
“Not on here? Ok, well would you call me ‘Sir’ if I tickled you here?”
This time he brought his fingers to the very tips of his father’s toes and though it was so feather light, it still made his dad squeal with a quick jolt of fear since he was so sensitive on this spot and he didn’t know if he could take it if he explored his toes anymore than he already was. At this point he knew he was going to break down. He just didn’t know how long he was going to hold out for.
“EEHehehehe Nononohoho hahaha nohahahat there hehehe.”
“Oh no, where? Here? Is this where you don’t want me to tickle you?”
“Yehehehes plehehehease hahahaha.”
“Wait what was it you didn’t want me to do? I can’t seem to remember.”
“Hahaha yehehes you dohohohoo.”
“I don’t I swear you have to tell me so I can stop!”
This level of taunting was making the tickling so much worse. Would Isaac really stop? Would he really give him a break? Was he just going to move to a different spot? Why was this almost making him feel like a little kid again? Why did his toes have to be so ticklish? Should he just say it? Why did the way his son was teasing him make it so fun? Why did he have to enjoy it so much? Why did he think his son was so adorable this way? Was it adorable or was it just sexy? Maybe it was just both. Lord knows his dick throbbed the moment he touched his toes. This whole scenario has been turning him on since the beginning so he was definitely finding his son sexy and he almost started to feel bad about it, but the tickling was just too intense, too silly, too arousing. It clouded how he thought about it and he didn’t even care.
“Nonono hohonono.”
“I want you to say it. Say it for me. What did you want me to stop doing?” This time Isaac brought his fingers to the undersides of the toes and just lightly scratched there, smiling playfully the entire time.
“Hahaha ok ok my tohohohoes don’t tickle my toes hahahaha it tihihickles tohohohoo muhahahahach.”
“Aw, well I think you know what might make me stop then. Why don’t you be a good boy and do it?”
“Hahahaha you prohahahamisssssss?”
“I do. I promise.” And Isaac meant it.
“Ok ok Ssssahaha Sir hahaha! Pleasahahaha Sir hahahah.”
“Oh, wait but you have to ask Sir what you want from him.”
“Whahahat nohoho you promised haha.”
“I did and that’s why I need you to do what I ask so I can do what I promised.”
“Buhuhut I dihihihid it plehehehease.”
“You don’t want to upset me right? I’ll stop as soon as you tell ‘Sir’ what you want me to stop doing. Hmm, maybe this will help!” Isaac said suddenly moving his fingers to the tops of his toes and this felt like no tickling his dad had ever felt before judging from the shriek he let out.
“AHAHA OH NO hahaha nonohahaha.”
“Wow it must be torture here, you really should tell me what you want so it can all stop.”
“OK OK OK HAHA, Please haha plehease, Sir stohahahahap tihihihihickling my tohohohoes I’ll be a goohahahahad boy HAHAHAHAHA!”
A surge of pleasure went through each of their bodies as his father gave in. Isaac stopped the tickling and chuckling to himself he grabbed his dick through his underwear again and stroked. He just sat there on his knees watching his father’s feet wiggle and loving everything about them. He pushed sat back on his legs, closed his eyes and just stroked getting himself closer and closer until he almost lost control. He felt like he was in ecstasy and didn’t want this day to end. He was finding out so much about his father and about himself during this entire experience. He loved being the one doing the tickling. He loved the feet squirming right in front of him. He loved being in control of someone else. He leaned forward back on his knees again and brought his nose to his father’s toes inhaling the scent and felt his own cock throb again. If this arousal and weakness is how he felt looking and sniffing his own dad’s feet then he could only imagine how his dad must have felt when he had his own soles in his face. He got up quickly and stood over the foot of the bed staring down at those gorgeous feet.
“Did he just sniff my feet?” Russell thought to himself as he recovered from the hysterical laughter he was put through. Watching his son stand up and looking down at his bound feet he saw a hunger in his eyes as his hands reached for them. In love with the pleasure that he felt from his son’s warm hands making contact with the tops of his feet as they caressed his skin, he was both excited and anxious about what was to come next. The momentary sniff his son gave his feet actually felt really amazing, but the hunger in his eyes meant he definitely in for more tickling. A moan escaped his lips as he felt his thumbs apply pressure to his arches, massaging them a little. He looked up to see his son staring at his feet as he rubbed them, looking lost in his own fantasy until he spoke.
“You like this? You like when I massage these feet?” Looking at his father in the eyes he continued, “they are mine. These feet belong to me now and I’m going to enjoy tickling them whenever I want. How does that make you feel?
Silence. Russell liked it very much. So much so that his cock bobbed up and down again making his son smirk. He was in a place where he would do and say whatever his son wanted right now. Not because he wanted it over with, but because he felt total submission and just wanted to let go of any remaining ounce of control he had.
“Tell me.”
“Amazing. It feels amazing,” he replied as he swallowed hard and preparing himself for whatever was in store next.
“I’m gonna start tickling you again. Are you ready?”
Russell nodded.
“No. Say it and say it right.”
“I’m ready, Sir.”
Throb.
With that, Isaac started to very lightly at first tickle the tops of his dad’s feet. Feeling them tense up, he applied more and more pressure. Watching his face the entire time. The initial brush of his fingertips made his dad’s eyes go wide, but then a happy grin started to take over his face. Then the giggling. When he really started to scratch his fingertips on the tops of those feet his father lost it instantly. He squealed and screamed with such laughter that he couldn’t believe anyone was really this ticklish. But he knew exactly what his father was feeling because he had felt it done to him plenty of times. The tops of his father’s feet were definitely much more ticklish than anywhere else so far and he was really enjoying pushing those limits. This time, even through all the torture he knew he was putting him through he was impressed that all his father did was laugh. No begging this time, instead he just took it and seemed to love it. Eventually, he realized quite a bit of time had gone by because the begging was starting now.
“PleassssssHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHA!”
“You sure about that?”
“YES! OH GAHAHAHAD STAHAHAP!”
“I don’t knoooow… What do I get out of it?”
“ANYTHING! ANIHEHETHING! JUST PLEASE STAHAP!”
“Keep going and make sure you remember you manners.”
“SIR! HAHA I’LL DOHOHO ANYTHING HAHAHA JUST PLEASE! HAHA I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST PLEASE STAHAHAP TICKLIHIHING MY FEEHEHEHEET!””
“Anything, huh?” Isaac asked genuinely intrigued.
“YES PLEHEHEASE! SIR!”
He stopped.
“THANK YOU!” Russell shouted as he continued to giggle and catch his breath. “Water… please…”
“Right! Didn’t think of that, but what was the proper way to ask again?”
“May I… *breath* have some water please, *breath* Sir…”
“That’s a good boy.”
As he lay there waiting for his son to return with water to soothe his very dry mouth and throat, his attention became focused on his raging hardon. Even throughout the torturous tickling, he was still rock hard. Something about the sensation really triggered something in his body that made him so aroused, he was in awe of that and of his son’s dominance and control over the situation. He was so turned on every time his own son praised him. Every time he was made to submit. Being told he was good… and especially being told he was a ‘good boy’ made him feel amazing and powerless and sexy all at the same time. Just thinking about it now was making his dick strain and dear god if he just didn’t get to come soon he thought he was going to lose it. He watched his cock as he reflexively made it bob up and down trying to give himself some kind of relief that was never going to come. Would it be weird for his son to help him out? To touch him... there? To touch his hard, leaking dick and make him cum? Would he even be ok cumming in front of his own son? Yes. He didn’t care he just needed to cum so bad. He already submitted himself fully to his son it would not matter if he did and he was certain his son wouldn’t be phased. After all, Isaac was rock hard too.
Downstairs, Isaac was downing a glass of water himself not realizing just how parched he was as he had watched the water from the faucet pour into the glass. After hastily swallowing big gulps of the water and feeling the excess run down his chin onto his chest and down his stomach he allowed the glass to fill up with more water until it was full. All he could do was think about how horny he was and how badly he wanted to cum. He was also sure his father was just about ready to burst. The tickling was driving him mad in so many ways and he knew he must be feeling the strain badly. What if he played another little game with him. He already gave in to everything he was doing and asking of him that Isaac wanted to see just how far he could push this newfound control over his father. What would be a good game? Something torturous, but not in a cruel way? Maybe tease him in some sort of way. More phantom tickles with wiggling fingers? Nah, that was fun, but he wanted to try something else. He wanted to really make his dad spiral down this road of arousal and desperation. He knew his dad seemed to really like his feet. What if… Hmm. Isaac knew exactly what he was going to do next. Grabbing the scissors from the drunk drawer and shoving them behind him in his boxer briefs he walked upstairs smiling to himself devilishly again.
Approaching the bed he kneeled carefully so as not to hurt him. Using one hand to raise his head and the other to carefully put the glass to his lips he cooed, “Careful take smaller sips. I don’t want you to choke. Ok good, yea.”
“I’m gonna take it easy on you in this next part,” he said as he put down the glass. “In fact, I think you’re really going to enjoy it. But first, let’s get you a little more comfortable, hmm?” With that, he took the scissors out from behind his back and watched his dad’s eyes widen in fear for only a moment until taking hold of the boxers.
After the boxers were cut free from his body, Russell looked down and realized he was feeling even more vulnerable, as if that were even possible, and he loved it. After looking back at his son, he realized he had stripped off his own boxers and watched as his son took hold of his own cock and stroke it a few times while leaning his head back and softly moaning. All of a sudden Russell’s mouth was watering watching Isaac play with himself. Seeing that juicy hard cock leaking a little and pointing right at him. Did he really want to touch him? To take him into his mouth and please him? Oh, yes he did. It was so wrong and he was so horny and he did not care at all anymore. Maybe he was finally going to get to cum too. Was this Isaac saying he was going to finally give him release from this sexual frustration? Was he going to stroke him off using those very talented hands that caused him so much sweet agony just minutes before? He was ready for whatever was coming next.
“Alright, here’s the deal,” Isaac positioned the chair right up to the middle of the bed, picked something out of his bag again and sat down. “I’m going to use this to tickle you,” as he showed his dad the turkey feather.
“But I thought--” he started, but remembering his place quickly stopped talking.
“What? What did you ‘think?’ Go ahead.”
“I guess… I was hoping you were going to let me…”
“Say it, what did you think I was going to let you do?”
“I was hoping you would help me cum…” Saying it out loud he realized that as horny as he was he could still feel embarrassment, but what was done was done.
“Oh, is that what you were hoping? Well, how about this… I’m going to do just that. How about I use this on your… aching… sensitive… cock,” he said has he brushed the tip of the feather along the shaft with each of those last three words.
“ungh... heh… hehe”
Russell giggled from the lightly ticklish sensations and the idea of being teased with the feather. It sounded like fun and part of him was excited, but another part of him wasn’t so convinced he was going to be able to cum that way. He was going to need some added pressure or this was going to take forever and it was still going to tickle. He loved the tickling, but could he stand it o his dick for that long?
“I can see you’re conflicted. Talk to me, boy.”
“I’m just… really horny, Sir. The tickling feels good, but it might take me…”
“You really want to cum, huh? Ok, how about some added incentive then? Would this help you cum faster?” Isaac put his feet up and crossed his ankles on his father’s chest closer to his face again, watched him swallow hard and his dick bounce again.
“Uh… Yea, that might help,” and he swallowed hard again, feeling his mouth water some more.
“Yea that might help…?”
“Sir, sorry, that might help sir.”
“Good boy,” quickly wiggling his toes a she said ‘boy.’ “Here’s the deal, I’m going to keep my feet right here and I’m going to tickle your cock until you cum. However, I don’t want you to cum until I give you permission, is that clear?” ending his question with a quick wiggle of his toes and swipe of the feather along the shaft again.
“Ngh, Yes, Yes sir!”
“Ok, because if you disobey me I’m going to have to punish you.
This was it, he was finally going to get to cum and he was going to be able to freely stare at those beautiful soles to get there. He didn’t realize how sexy and arousing just looking at those feet and watching those toes wiggle could be. The feather alone would have taken a while to get him there, but those feet were already giving him the confidence that he was going to get there sooner than later. They felt so warm on his skin and he could make out the scent again which only made him throb more.
“Alright, good. I’m gonna start off slow, and then I’ll pick up the pace.”
Russell just sat there and stared at those soles and watched as the toes played slowly until finally they wiggled quickly and stopped. At the same time he felt the feather quickly tickle just underneath his cochead and it tickled and it felt amazing. Isaac repeated the process 9 more times, dragging out the wiggling and tickling a little bit more each time. He would splay his toes slowly and then bring them to a wiggle as he allowed the feather to dance along the shaft more and more. More and more his father would moan and giggle making Isaac’s own cock strain. By teasing his father this way, it made him uncertain how much longer even he would be able to last. Eventually, he brought his father to a steadier stream of giggles and moans and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He loved being able to control his father, seemingly, with just a wiggle of his toes.
Russell was truly enjoying himself now. This was a different kind of tickling meant entirely for pleasure. He could lay here gazing at his son’s feet all day and maybe he would, but not before getting to cum. And maybe, just maybe Isaac would let him have just a little bit more. Yes, he really wanted to bury his nose in them. So much so, that his mouth was watering again and it was all he could think of. He had to ask, he just had to. He had nothing to lose now.
“Please, Sir, can I…” he trailed off hoping his son would be able to read his mind.
“Can you what?”
“I just… Can I…”
“Say it,” he said firmly, but gently thinking his dad was about to ask permission to cum.
“Can I… smell… your feet, Sir?” he asked feeling embarrassed again, but his son’s response made him feel instantly better.
Isaac softly giggled to himself completely not expecting that. Wow, he really had it bad and it was kinda cute how his father seemed to be embarrassed to even suggest it. Of course, he was going to allow him to. How could he deny him after that. He would reward him for being brave enough to ask.
“Yes, and thank you for being honest with me and yourself about what you want.”
Russell’s cock throbbed so hard just now. He did the right thing. He asked the right way. He gave in and was honest about his desire and now he was going to get it. He watched as his son uncrossed his ankles, scooted down a little, and extended his legs again till those beautiful soles were gently pressing against his cheeks.
“How’s this?” gently positioning one of his feet so that it was just hovering over his dad’s face. “Good?”
“Yes… Sir!” finally getting to push his nose into those toes and breathe in the magic scent of his son’s feet. His cock was consistently aching again.
“Yea? They might smell a little hehe,” he giggled happily again, both from seeing his father enjoy himself and from the light ticklish sensation of his dad’s nose sniffing and brushing back and forth across his toes.
Growling a little from the combination of the scent, the feel of those warm soles on his face, and the giggling from son, he was in a whole new state of mind. An elevated feeling of arousal and it was ecstasy. He continued to hungrily sniff at his son’s toes and rub his face back and forth on the sole until his son every so often switched feet. Hearing how his movements made Isaac giggle a little more freely, he started kissing at those soles as well. Isaac may be in control of his entire body right now, but he was still exceptionally ticklish on his feet and this was the most fun he had ever had tickling him. Making him laugh, but obviously enjoying it and feel good at the same time. This is where he was meant to be, under Isaac’s feet pleasuring him.
“Hehehe This feels amazing,” in his own state of pure pleasure, he couldn’t help but giggle and let his father have his way, kissing and tickling his feet. “This may have to become a regular thing, if you’re good. That reminds me…”
Bringing the feather back up to the throbbing cock again, he started to brush the tip of the feather just below the cock head again and listened as his father let out another growl mixed with ravenously horny moans and giggles. He tried to time it so that every time he moaned or giggled, which was often, he would use the feather in the same spot. Soon after just a few minutes his father was moaning louder.
“I’m-- ngh, gonna cum.”
“Make sure you ask permission,” keeping the feather dancing there now to keep the sensation at a steady rise.
“Please ah, please can I cum, Sir mmmm!”
“Just a little longer and then you can cum.”
“Ngh! Please!”
“Just a little longer.”
He continued to tickle below his glistening cock head and just underneath the base and watched has his father’s head moved from foot to foot more quickly almost unsure of where to go or what to do next. Russell was practically in a frenzy with the smell and feel of Isaac’s feet making him feel weaker and crazier with lust. He was trying to keep the impending explosion at bay, but for how long? He didn’t know. And Isaac wasn’t sure his dad would last either, but he was counting on that.
“Please! Sir, can I cum?”
“It’s “‘May’ I cum. Not “‘Can’ I cum.”
“NGH! May ngh! May I cum, Sir? Please!”
“One more minute, you can do it, I’ll even count for you. One, Two, Three--”
“NGH! PLEASE!” He begged almost as if he was going to break down in tears. But he was loving it. Every second. His son’s control and taunting was hot enough, but the idea of disobeying and being punished crossed his mind and it was even hotter. He knew his son was going to tickle him again and he couldn’t wait. He needed to cum first, but the submissive part of him still insisted on being good and listening to him. All these thoughts cycling through his head was just making it harder and harder to control though. Be good and listen, but disobey and get the sweet punishment that he deserved. It was all too much!
“Four, Five, Six-- Whoa!”
“AAAH!” Russell’s cock erupted and he shot all over his son’s feet which didn’t manage to protect some of his face from also getting splashed. Ropes of cum continued to shoot onto his stomach as his body shook heavily from the pleasure of his long awaited orgasm. And it was, indeed, the best orgasm he had ever had. His body finally settling down, he realised that he still felt a tingling on the underside of his cock and he started to squirm again.
“Uh! Did that feel good?” Not waiting for an answer, he continued, “I’m glad cause you were a bad boy and didn’t wait till I gave you permission. Looks like I’ll have to punish you, huh?”
“Nnnhehe, nooo hehe dohon’t hehe I’m sorryhehe!” he giggled helplessly and playfully knowing it was coming anyway.
“I think you want to be tickled, don’tcha? That’s why you disobeyed me, isn’t it?”
Isaac got off the chair, movied it out of the way, and sat back on the bed kneeling in between his father’s legs allowing the cum on his feet to smear wherever his feet touched. Leaning forward he used his thumb to wipe off the small bit of cum on his face and licked it off watching his father’s astonished face. Placing his hands on his father’s inner thighs he softly rubbed along the skin as his dad began to lose it already.
“No no no hohohahahahahaha.” He loved it, but… was this gonna be worse than he thought? He knew he was ticklish there, but now he felt electric again and his son was only rubbing his skin not even tickling at all. Maybe it was just the anticipation again.
“Wow you are getting hysterical already. You really are just as ticklish as me, huh? Like father like son, I guess heh.” His hands beginning to allow his fingertips to do more of the work. “Did you know… that after an orgasm the body becomes more sensitive? I wonder if that applies to tickling too. Let’s find out!”
And with that he kneaded the inner thighs making his dad scream with laughter. He kept it up in that spot for a few minutes and loved watching his father try as hard as he could and fail to close his legs. Happy he thought to secure him this way after all. All his dad could do was beg and shout with laughter his cock softening from cumming while Isaac’s own cock throbbed even more and leaked steadily onto the bed.
“PLEASE AAAHAHAHAHA!”
“Ok ok, I won’t tickle you there anymore, let’s try here!”
Isaac quickly moved his fingers to his dad’s groin just above where his dick met the rest of his body and Russell let out a scream and actually manage to slightly come loose enough from the bonds to lift his back and butt off the bed. Wide eyed at this newfound goldmine of ticklish nerves he couldn’t bring himself to stop tickling for minutes on end until he noticed tears start to stream down his father’s face. Moving his finger tips up onto his stomach and slowing down, light enough to allow him to speak in comprehensive sentences he allowed his father a bit of a reprieve.
“Got a little carried away there! Sorry about that heh, but you can take it. You’re being a real champ about this, aren’t you?”
“Hehe please hahaha you gottahaha stahahap.”
“I’m sorry… WHAT?”
With that he moved his hands back down to his groin again, but this time gripping his sides and kneading his fingers there. With renewed vigor he he raised himself up again, but it wasn’t enough to get his son to let go. He was still in control and he was going to make sure his dad remembered that.
“SIR AHAHA! PLEASE HAHAHA! I’M SORRY HAHAHAHA!”
“Better. Now what were you saying,” He let go of his dad’s groin and this time just used one hand to slowly draw circles on his twitching stomach.
“I need hehehehe I neheheheed a break haha,” Russell begged. “Pleasssssahaha!”
“Well, I am really horny. I think it might be my turn to cum. Are you gonna help out with that?”
“Yessssehehehe anything hehe please haha I’ll do whateverahaha you want!”
With that he stopped tickling his father. Even during his father’s desperate ‘thank you’s’ as he started to undo the bonds, he said nothing. Once free, his father layed there a moment and breathed in and out. Isaac took hold of his father’s wrists and massaged up each arm for abit. Then he did the same with his ankles. Admiring his father’s feet as he did. Once, letting go of his second ankle, he and his father adjusted themselves sitting on the edge of the bed side by side hands in their laps. Silence. Eventually, getting up, Russell stood facing his son. Looking up at his father he leaned back onto his elbows signaling exactly what he wanted.
Russell stood there for a moment staring into his son’s eyes and then traveling down at his son’s very hard, dripping cock. Without even questioning it, he got down on his knees.
Isaac moaned.
“Uuuuh… Dad?”
“Thank you thank you thank you,” was all Russell could say interspersed with heavy breaths too distracted to realize his son had noticed his raging hard on. “That.. that was intense. So intense.”
“I can tell. Something you’d like to share?”
Russell finally able to get his bearings looked up at his son only to be met with a very smug smile. He just stared back at him blankly, confused about what his son might be talking about.
“You’re liking this aren’t you?” Isaac shifted off of his father to stand up, looming over him, and gesturing to the very hard cock that managed to free itself from his father's boxers and was shiny from the precum that dribbled down the shaft.
Once again finding himself speechless all he could do was stare at his own dick slack, jawed. He knew he felt the intense arousal of the situation, but seeing just how hard his cock was took him off guard. He was starting to get embarrassed again. Being exposed in front of his son is not something he ever thought would happen and he just didn’t know what to do.
“Haha this is great. You are so turned on by this you can’t even believe it, can you? Neither can I, take a look at this thing!” Isaac grabbed hold of his own junk through his underwear, squeezed it, and shook it gently impressed with the whole thing.
“It’s not funny, this is not normal let me up,” he said eyes glued to his son’s package.
“Not funny huh?” He said as he repositioned the chair slightly and sat down raising his leg up on the bed, holding onto his dick through his boxer briefs. “I dunno, you were laughing pretty hard before…”
“It’s not funny and you neheed to let mehe uhu--stop that!”
Isaac had moved his foot closer to his dad’s side and began wiggling his toes on his skin to tease him.
“Mmmm nah, you are definitely enjoying it, come on give me another giggle.”
“No stohahap thihihis is ridiheheheheculousehehehe.”
Once again Russell’s dick throbbed and it did not go unnoticed by his son. Isaac just sat there rubbing his toes against his dad’s sides and ribs stroking his own cock through his underwear getting himself close just from listening to his dad giggle and watching his dad’s cock react to the tickling and teasing.
“Tell me you like it, come on.”
“Hehehe stohahahap pleasahaha you sahehaid I could hahahave a breahake.”
“Only if you tell me how this is making you feel, come on.”
“Plehehease I cahahant hehehehaha.”
“Yes, you can. Don’t you want to be a good boy and just let it out.”
At those words Russell’s cock twitched again and another stream of precum came oozing out.
“Hehehehehe hehahahehenoohehe I cahahan’t hehe.”
This time, taking his hand off of his dick to hold on to the chair, he brought his other foot up to join in.
“Yes, you can just tell me and I’ll give you another break.”
“Hahahaha ohoh my gohahad please hahaha ok ok ok it feheheels good it feels so good hahahaha just stohahahahap.”
“And that’s all I wanted,” He stopped tickling his father and placed his feet up on his chest allowing them both to take a break. Isaac took this moment to look his father up and down again. Surges of pleasure going through his body straight into his cock as he admired his dad’s body completely vulnerable and ready to be played with some more. He had gotten close to orgasm himself just now, but he wanted to wait. He loved the feeling of being on the edge and wanted to keep that feeling as much as he possibly could and he was going to make sure his dad enjoyed it just as much. He wasn’t embarrassed like he thought he would be. Maybe it was because it was something so taboo that overrode embarrassment with arousal or maybe he was just a sicko. He was willing to bet it was a little bit of both. His attention was brought back to his dad’s cock occasionally twitching from all the throbbing it was doing and he was leaking precum a little more steadily now and he loved it. He felt like he had so much power over him to make him react this way.
Russell, having recovered from the laughing fit his son just put him through, couldn’t help but stare at those feet sitting on his chest so close to his face. This time the soles were facing him and he just lay there admiring them with his mouth beginning to water. He could feel the heat emanating from them into his chest again and could even smell them a bit this time. He wanted to tickle those feet so bad, to feel them with his fingers and to hear his sons laughter because of it. He wanted to put his nose up to them and breathe in their scent and he wanted to play with those toes. Those toes that would occasionally wiggle as they sat there on top of him turning him on so much. What did they taste like? He wanted to suck on them and push his tongue through each space. Russell actually felt as though he were getting close just from staring at those feet. Each time those toes wiggled he could feel it getting stronger. Was this more than just tickling? Did his foot fetish extend to male feet too? To his son’s feet? His son did have very nice looking feet. Amazing feet in fact and now he was imagining playing with them… worshipping them. He was definitely not normal, but he was too turned on and too entranced to even care. He could just stare at those feet all day. His son had a power over him and he was learning to accept it more and more. Man, what did those feet taste like? He had a one track mind and he just couldn’t break free of it.
Isaac on the other hand, turned his attention to his dads face and realized just how hard he was staring at his feet. He must really want revenge if he can’t help but stare at his feet that way. Of course he knew his dad loved tickling him there the most since it was his most ticklish spot. Isaac would always be left in a puddle when his dad managed to get his ankles in a headlock and tickle him. Worse was when he discovered how ticklish the tops of his feet are only rivaling his toes and it made him scream to be tickled there. Even remembering it made his toes splay and clench a bit. Amusing, he thought, that his dad’s dick bobbed again when his toes wiggled. And again. Man, his dad had it bad for his feet. Was it more than just tickling? He knew his father would jump at the chance to tickle him there if he was free, but that stare he was giving his feet was kinda weird. He almost looked like he was hypnotized. He wiggled his toes nervously feeling a little exposed for the first time and noticed his father’s erection twitch and leak more precum. Was he really imagining tickling him that intensely or did his dad actually have a foot fetish? This was almost too much, if his dad was turned on by the tickling and also his feet! He rationalied that the two could definitely go hand in hand considering they are often perceived as a prime tickle spot on most people, but he never really thought his dad had a tickling fetish let alone a foot fetish. Did he only want to tickle him or did he just really like looking at his feet? Did he want to do more with them? Did he have a foot fetish, himself? Isaac remembered a little earlier when he was at his own dad’s feet and seemed kind of drawn to them himself. He remembered his own face getting closer to them, enjoying the sent, and the way his dad’s toes wiggled. He would totally have put his face up to those feet now that he is thinking of it free of guilt and embarrassment again. He wiggled his toes again to see if it would trigger his his father’s cock again. It did. It throbbed and it leaked more precum. He loved it. He loved knowing his power over his father was so intense, but he was also freely admitting to himself that his dad may have an ounce of power over him too. Now he wanted to play with his dad’s feet. To feel them under his fingers and to smell the musky scent coming from them. He was leaking precum just thinking about it and he was at peace with that.
“Hey dad,” he said watching his father not even try to avert his gaze from those beautiful feet. “Can you tell me, again, how good this all feels?” For good measure he wiggled his toes again.
“Ssoo good. I--it feels so good.” Yes, it felt amazing, really. Russell’s mind was feeling just slightly too fuzzy to even hide it right now. Almost as if he were tipsy. His attention divided between his sons voice and those beautiful feet.
“You like the tickling a lot more than you thought you would, huh?” Isaac wiggled his toes again.
“Uh huh..” Oh man, was that an understatement. He loved the tickling so much even though it also felt like torture. And those feet in his face were the best part about it all. He could just keep staring and staring. He wanted to cum so bad. But more than that he wanted to taste those feet. What was Isaac saying again?
“You really want me to tickle you some more, don’t you?” Wiggling his toes again a little more slowly, dragging out a bit.
“Yea, so good..” Tickling sounded so good right now. Those toes looked so nice the way they moved. But wait, what was going on right now? He just wanted to cum so bad.
“Well, I guess I could tickle your feet next. Are you going to be a good boy and let me tickle those toes of yours?” he continued his slow wiggling and watched his father’s cock throb even more. He definitely seemed to like the submissive terms being used on him and he was going to make sure to remember that.
“Huh?” still sounding kind of out of it, he was beginning to become more aware of what his son was saying this time. The threat of having his feet tickled scared him very much since he knew that was definitely one of his most ticklish spots. He never let anyone touch him there and knew this would be murder. Somehow, even through that fear, he was still feeling excitement and he thought maybe he wanted Isaac to tickle his feet. Finally, moving his eyes to meet his son’s he realized what was just said. Instead of responding this time, he just stared back at him submissively.
“I’m going to tickle your feet, dad? How does that make you feel? Come on, you can tell me? You were being so good.”
Russell liked that. He didn’t know why and it filled him with a bit of confusion, but being told he was being good actually made him feel kind of happy. Almost like he won his son’s acceptance just now. But the tickling. He loved it and it turned him on so much, but he couldn’t have his feet tickled. He didn’t know if he could handle it. Would it be worse than the tickling before? Would it feel the same this time? Would it feel amazing? Arousing? Yes, he did want to know after all.
“Tell me how good that makes you feel?” Isaac asked assertively this time.
“I.. I don’t.. I’m not sure I can handle that.”
“Wow, that was honest. Well,only one way to find out, huh?” he said as he began to take his feet off of his dad’s chest.
“Wha- wait,” Russell reacted before he could think as his eyes quickly moved back to those feet and the instant disappointment of the object of his affection being taken away hit him.
“Wait? Why, was there something else you wanted?” he wiggled his toes a bit quicker and more obvious this time to see if his dad would admit to possibly wanting to play with his feet. He wasn’t sure how or what he wanted with his feet, but he really loved the idea of teasing it out of him, even if it took a while.
“N--nothing. Just.. go ahead.” He still couldn’t take his eyes off of his son’s toes. He may not have been able to hide how aroused he was by all the tickling, but he was never going to admit he wanted to worship his son’s feet. Whether that was embarrassment or just one las thing he wanted to hold on to, he wasn’t sure. Russell only knew he just wasn’t quite ready for that. At least not just yet.
“Well, alright, if you insist.”
Getting off the chair and heading down to the foot of the bed, he kneeled in front of his father’s feet and looked them up and down again. His cock throbbed again and this time he knew he most definitely had a thing for feet. His father, in particularly, had nice feet for a dude. He never really thought about feet like that before and he definitely was not into women’s feet, but right now, in front of him, he very much liked what he was seeing.
“Ya know, you have some nice feet, dad.”
What? Why was he saying that? That was weird. Did his son have a foot fetish too, he wondered. Did he know about his already? He couldn’t remember if he ever talked about how much he loved some of his ex-girlfriend’s feet in front of him, but if he did, maybe he knew. Maybe he found out? Maybe his son just liked feet. His feet. He wiggled his toes nervously. It was reflex from having his feet analyzed while being so vulnerable.
“Oh yea, that’s nice. I like when your toes wiggle,” And he did. He felt his cock twitch in his underwear again. He watched as his dad even wiggled his toes again. Not sure if it was out of nervousness or if maybe he liked the idea of his feet being admired this time, he definitely liked it either way. “I’m going to tickle them real good.”
Russell was wiggling his toes on purpose now. Yes, he was nervous, but something about his son praising him made him want to do it more. Was it the hope that maybe he would go easy on him? Did he just like his son enjoying him this way? Maybe he wanted his son to be pleased with him and make him happy? It was all of it. He was basically inviting the tickling this time and he knew it. He felt his sons fingertips gently rubbing his heels and then they just stopped moving, almost poised. He knew this was part of the teasing because he had done this to his son before as well. Start off slowly, lull the victim into a false sense of security, say something tauntingly to catch them off guard, then strike quickly making them squeal.
“Hey, you know what would be great? If you called me Sir,” Isaac suddenly exclaimed excitedly.
“What?” Now that was an extreme request that he just didn’t even believe his own son thought was ever going to happen. “I’m never calling you thahat. Overher my dehehead bodehehe oh gohahad!”
Isaac knew what his father’s play was, he had suffered it enough times and he learned from it. Instead of quickly scribbling his fingers over the surprisingly soft and very warm skin, he very slowly brushed his fingertips in circular motions on his father’s heels. He had never gotten to tickle him on his feet before and he was going to make sure he AND his father enjoyed it.
“Oh, really? Over your dead body? I don’t think it’s going to come to that and I don’t really think you do either.”
“Nohohohehehe I wohohohon’t.”
“No? We’ll see about that,” he said still lightly tickling his father's heels.
“No you cahahan’t mahahake mehehehe.”
“Aw, you’re sounding like you’re about to throw a little temper tantrum. Don’t you want to be a good boy and listen?” he asked this time allowing his fingers to travel up to the sides of his feet and gently brushing up and down them.
“NO! Haha no nohoho yohuhuhu cahan’t plehehease stohahap,” his pleaded, but he didn’t even know how seriously he meant it. His cock throbbed achingly when his son asked him to be good and listen to him and the tickling only amplified the pleasure. But it was still tickling and as pleasurable as it felt, it was still torture.
“Ok, well, what if I tickled you.. Over.. here!” Isaac’s fingers slowly traveled across his soles over to his arch and repeated the same motions in this spot like he did on the sides of his feet.
“Wait wait wait wahait dohohon’t dohohoooo thahahahat.”
“Not on here? Ok, well would you call me ‘Sir’ if I tickled you here?”
This time he brought his fingers to the very tips of his father’s toes and though it was so feather light, it still made his dad squeal with a quick jolt of fear since he was so sensitive on this spot and he didn’t know if he could take it if he explored his toes anymore than he already was. At this point he knew he was going to break down. He just didn’t know how long he was going to hold out for.
“EEHehehehe Nononohoho hahaha nohahahat there hehehe.”
“Oh no, where? Here? Is this where you don’t want me to tickle you?”
“Yehehehes plehehehease hahahaha.”
“Wait what was it you didn’t want me to do? I can’t seem to remember.”
“Hahaha yehehes you dohohohoo.”
“I don’t I swear you have to tell me so I can stop!”
This level of taunting was making the tickling so much worse. Would Isaac really stop? Would he really give him a break? Was he just going to move to a different spot? Why was this almost making him feel like a little kid again? Why did his toes have to be so ticklish? Should he just say it? Why did the way his son was teasing him make it so fun? Why did he have to enjoy it so much? Why did he think his son was so adorable this way? Was it adorable or was it just sexy? Maybe it was just both. Lord knows his dick throbbed the moment he touched his toes. This whole scenario has been turning him on since the beginning so he was definitely finding his son sexy and he almost started to feel bad about it, but the tickling was just too intense, too silly, too arousing. It clouded how he thought about it and he didn’t even care.
“Nonono hohonono.”
“I want you to say it. Say it for me. What did you want me to stop doing?” This time Isaac brought his fingers to the undersides of the toes and just lightly scratched there, smiling playfully the entire time.
“Hahaha ok ok my tohohohoes don’t tickle my toes hahahaha it tihihickles tohohohoo muhahahahach.”
“Aw, well I think you know what might make me stop then. Why don’t you be a good boy and do it?”
“Hahahaha you prohahahamisssssss?”
“I do. I promise.” And Isaac meant it.
“Ok ok Ssssahaha Sir hahaha! Pleasahahaha Sir hahahah.”
“Oh, wait but you have to ask Sir what you want from him.”
“Whahahat nohoho you promised haha.”
“I did and that’s why I need you to do what I ask so I can do what I promised.”
“Buhuhut I dihihihid it plehehehease.”
“You don’t want to upset me right? I’ll stop as soon as you tell ‘Sir’ what you want me to stop doing. Hmm, maybe this will help!” Isaac said suddenly moving his fingers to the tops of his toes and this felt like no tickling his dad had ever felt before judging from the shriek he let out.
“AHAHA OH NO hahaha nonohahaha.”
“Wow it must be torture here, you really should tell me what you want so it can all stop.”
“OK OK OK HAHA, Please haha plehease, Sir stohahahahap tihihihihickling my tohohohoes I’ll be a goohahahahad boy HAHAHAHAHA!”
A surge of pleasure went through each of their bodies as his father gave in. Isaac stopped the tickling and chuckling to himself he grabbed his dick through his underwear again and stroked. He just sat there on his knees watching his father’s feet wiggle and loving everything about them. He pushed sat back on his legs, closed his eyes and just stroked getting himself closer and closer until he almost lost control. He felt like he was in ecstasy and didn’t want this day to end. He was finding out so much about his father and about himself during this entire experience. He loved being the one doing the tickling. He loved the feet squirming right in front of him. He loved being in control of someone else. He leaned forward back on his knees again and brought his nose to his father’s toes inhaling the scent and felt his own cock throb again. If this arousal and weakness is how he felt looking and sniffing his own dad’s feet then he could only imagine how his dad must have felt when he had his own soles in his face. He got up quickly and stood over the foot of the bed staring down at those gorgeous feet.
“Did he just sniff my feet?” Russell thought to himself as he recovered from the hysterical laughter he was put through. Watching his son stand up and looking down at his bound feet he saw a hunger in his eyes as his hands reached for them. In love with the pleasure that he felt from his son’s warm hands making contact with the tops of his feet as they caressed his skin, he was both excited and anxious about what was to come next. The momentary sniff his son gave his feet actually felt really amazing, but the hunger in his eyes meant he definitely in for more tickling. A moan escaped his lips as he felt his thumbs apply pressure to his arches, massaging them a little. He looked up to see his son staring at his feet as he rubbed them, looking lost in his own fantasy until he spoke.
“You like this? You like when I massage these feet?” Looking at his father in the eyes he continued, “they are mine. These feet belong to me now and I’m going to enjoy tickling them whenever I want. How does that make you feel?
Silence. Russell liked it very much. So much so that his cock bobbed up and down again making his son smirk. He was in a place where he would do and say whatever his son wanted right now. Not because he wanted it over with, but because he felt total submission and just wanted to let go of any remaining ounce of control he had.
“Tell me.”
“Amazing. It feels amazing,” he replied as he swallowed hard and preparing himself for whatever was in store next.
“I’m gonna start tickling you again. Are you ready?”
Russell nodded.
“No. Say it and say it right.”
“I’m ready, Sir.”
Throb.
With that, Isaac started to very lightly at first tickle the tops of his dad’s feet. Feeling them tense up, he applied more and more pressure. Watching his face the entire time. The initial brush of his fingertips made his dad’s eyes go wide, but then a happy grin started to take over his face. Then the giggling. When he really started to scratch his fingertips on the tops of those feet his father lost it instantly. He squealed and screamed with such laughter that he couldn’t believe anyone was really this ticklish. But he knew exactly what his father was feeling because he had felt it done to him plenty of times. The tops of his father’s feet were definitely much more ticklish than anywhere else so far and he was really enjoying pushing those limits. This time, even through all the torture he knew he was putting him through he was impressed that all his father did was laugh. No begging this time, instead he just took it and seemed to love it. Eventually, he realized quite a bit of time had gone by because the begging was starting now.
“PleassssssHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHA!”
“You sure about that?”
“YES! OH GAHAHAHAD STAHAHAP!”
“I don’t knoooow… What do I get out of it?”
“ANYTHING! ANIHEHETHING! JUST PLEASE STAHAP!”
“Keep going and make sure you remember you manners.”
“SIR! HAHA I’LL DOHOHO ANYTHING HAHAHA JUST PLEASE! HAHA I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST PLEASE STAHAHAP TICKLIHIHING MY FEEHEHEHEET!””
“Anything, huh?” Isaac asked genuinely intrigued.
“YES PLEHEHEASE! SIR!”
He stopped.
“THANK YOU!” Russell shouted as he continued to giggle and catch his breath. “Water… please…”
“Right! Didn’t think of that, but what was the proper way to ask again?”
“May I… *breath* have some water please, *breath* Sir…”
“That’s a good boy.”
As he lay there waiting for his son to return with water to soothe his very dry mouth and throat, his attention became focused on his raging hardon. Even throughout the torturous tickling, he was still rock hard. Something about the sensation really triggered something in his body that made him so aroused, he was in awe of that and of his son’s dominance and control over the situation. He was so turned on every time his own son praised him. Every time he was made to submit. Being told he was good… and especially being told he was a ‘good boy’ made him feel amazing and powerless and sexy all at the same time. Just thinking about it now was making his dick strain and dear god if he just didn’t get to come soon he thought he was going to lose it. He watched his cock as he reflexively made it bob up and down trying to give himself some kind of relief that was never going to come. Would it be weird for his son to help him out? To touch him... there? To touch his hard, leaking dick and make him cum? Would he even be ok cumming in front of his own son? Yes. He didn’t care he just needed to cum so bad. He already submitted himself fully to his son it would not matter if he did and he was certain his son wouldn’t be phased. After all, Isaac was rock hard too.
Downstairs, Isaac was downing a glass of water himself not realizing just how parched he was as he had watched the water from the faucet pour into the glass. After hastily swallowing big gulps of the water and feeling the excess run down his chin onto his chest and down his stomach he allowed the glass to fill up with more water until it was full. All he could do was think about how horny he was and how badly he wanted to cum. He was also sure his father was just about ready to burst. The tickling was driving him mad in so many ways and he knew he must be feeling the strain badly. What if he played another little game with him. He already gave in to everything he was doing and asking of him that Isaac wanted to see just how far he could push this newfound control over his father. What would be a good game? Something torturous, but not in a cruel way? Maybe tease him in some sort of way. More phantom tickles with wiggling fingers? Nah, that was fun, but he wanted to try something else. He wanted to really make his dad spiral down this road of arousal and desperation. He knew his dad seemed to really like his feet. What if… Hmm. Isaac knew exactly what he was going to do next. Grabbing the scissors from the drunk drawer and shoving them behind him in his boxer briefs he walked upstairs smiling to himself devilishly again.
Approaching the bed he kneeled carefully so as not to hurt him. Using one hand to raise his head and the other to carefully put the glass to his lips he cooed, “Careful take smaller sips. I don’t want you to choke. Ok good, yea.”
“I’m gonna take it easy on you in this next part,” he said as he put down the glass. “In fact, I think you’re really going to enjoy it. But first, let’s get you a little more comfortable, hmm?” With that, he took the scissors out from behind his back and watched his dad’s eyes widen in fear for only a moment until taking hold of the boxers.
After the boxers were cut free from his body, Russell looked down and realized he was feeling even more vulnerable, as if that were even possible, and he loved it. After looking back at his son, he realized he had stripped off his own boxers and watched as his son took hold of his own cock and stroke it a few times while leaning his head back and softly moaning. All of a sudden Russell’s mouth was watering watching Isaac play with himself. Seeing that juicy hard cock leaking a little and pointing right at him. Did he really want to touch him? To take him into his mouth and please him? Oh, yes he did. It was so wrong and he was so horny and he did not care at all anymore. Maybe he was finally going to get to cum too. Was this Isaac saying he was going to finally give him release from this sexual frustration? Was he going to stroke him off using those very talented hands that caused him so much sweet agony just minutes before? He was ready for whatever was coming next.
“Alright, here’s the deal,” Isaac positioned the chair right up to the middle of the bed, picked something out of his bag again and sat down. “I’m going to use this to tickle you,” as he showed his dad the turkey feather.
“But I thought--” he started, but remembering his place quickly stopped talking.
“What? What did you ‘think?’ Go ahead.”
“I guess… I was hoping you were going to let me…”
“Say it, what did you think I was going to let you do?”
“I was hoping you would help me cum…” Saying it out loud he realized that as horny as he was he could still feel embarrassment, but what was done was done.
“Oh, is that what you were hoping? Well, how about this… I’m going to do just that. How about I use this on your… aching… sensitive… cock,” he said has he brushed the tip of the feather along the shaft with each of those last three words.
“ungh... heh… hehe”
Russell giggled from the lightly ticklish sensations and the idea of being teased with the feather. It sounded like fun and part of him was excited, but another part of him wasn’t so convinced he was going to be able to cum that way. He was going to need some added pressure or this was going to take forever and it was still going to tickle. He loved the tickling, but could he stand it o his dick for that long?
“I can see you’re conflicted. Talk to me, boy.”
“I’m just… really horny, Sir. The tickling feels good, but it might take me…”
“You really want to cum, huh? Ok, how about some added incentive then? Would this help you cum faster?” Isaac put his feet up and crossed his ankles on his father’s chest closer to his face again, watched him swallow hard and his dick bounce again.
“Uh… Yea, that might help,” and he swallowed hard again, feeling his mouth water some more.
“Yea that might help…?”
“Sir, sorry, that might help sir.”
“Good boy,” quickly wiggling his toes a she said ‘boy.’ “Here’s the deal, I’m going to keep my feet right here and I’m going to tickle your cock until you cum. However, I don’t want you to cum until I give you permission, is that clear?” ending his question with a quick wiggle of his toes and swipe of the feather along the shaft again.
“Ngh, Yes, Yes sir!”
“Ok, because if you disobey me I’m going to have to punish you.
This was it, he was finally going to get to cum and he was going to be able to freely stare at those beautiful soles to get there. He didn’t realize how sexy and arousing just looking at those feet and watching those toes wiggle could be. The feather alone would have taken a while to get him there, but those feet were already giving him the confidence that he was going to get there sooner than later. They felt so warm on his skin and he could make out the scent again which only made him throb more.
“Alright, good. I’m gonna start off slow, and then I’ll pick up the pace.”
Russell just sat there and stared at those soles and watched as the toes played slowly until finally they wiggled quickly and stopped. At the same time he felt the feather quickly tickle just underneath his cochead and it tickled and it felt amazing. Isaac repeated the process 9 more times, dragging out the wiggling and tickling a little bit more each time. He would splay his toes slowly and then bring them to a wiggle as he allowed the feather to dance along the shaft more and more. More and more his father would moan and giggle making Isaac’s own cock strain. By teasing his father this way, it made him uncertain how much longer even he would be able to last. Eventually, he brought his father to a steadier stream of giggles and moans and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He loved being able to control his father, seemingly, with just a wiggle of his toes.
Russell was truly enjoying himself now. This was a different kind of tickling meant entirely for pleasure. He could lay here gazing at his son’s feet all day and maybe he would, but not before getting to cum. And maybe, just maybe Isaac would let him have just a little bit more. Yes, he really wanted to bury his nose in them. So much so, that his mouth was watering again and it was all he could think of. He had to ask, he just had to. He had nothing to lose now.
“Please, Sir, can I…” he trailed off hoping his son would be able to read his mind.
“Can you what?”
“I just… Can I…”
“Say it,” he said firmly, but gently thinking his dad was about to ask permission to cum.
“Can I… smell… your feet, Sir?” he asked feeling embarrassed again, but his son’s response made him feel instantly better.
Isaac softly giggled to himself completely not expecting that. Wow, he really had it bad and it was kinda cute how his father seemed to be embarrassed to even suggest it. Of course, he was going to allow him to. How could he deny him after that. He would reward him for being brave enough to ask.
“Yes, and thank you for being honest with me and yourself about what you want.”
Russell’s cock throbbed so hard just now. He did the right thing. He asked the right way. He gave in and was honest about his desire and now he was going to get it. He watched as his son uncrossed his ankles, scooted down a little, and extended his legs again till those beautiful soles were gently pressing against his cheeks.
“How’s this?” gently positioning one of his feet so that it was just hovering over his dad’s face. “Good?”
“Yes… Sir!” finally getting to push his nose into those toes and breathe in the magic scent of his son’s feet. His cock was consistently aching again.
“Yea? They might smell a little hehe,” he giggled happily again, both from seeing his father enjoy himself and from the light ticklish sensation of his dad’s nose sniffing and brushing back and forth across his toes.
Growling a little from the combination of the scent, the feel of those warm soles on his face, and the giggling from son, he was in a whole new state of mind. An elevated feeling of arousal and it was ecstasy. He continued to hungrily sniff at his son’s toes and rub his face back and forth on the sole until his son every so often switched feet. Hearing how his movements made Isaac giggle a little more freely, he started kissing at those soles as well. Isaac may be in control of his entire body right now, but he was still exceptionally ticklish on his feet and this was the most fun he had ever had tickling him. Making him laugh, but obviously enjoying it and feel good at the same time. This is where he was meant to be, under Isaac’s feet pleasuring him.
“Hehehe This feels amazing,” in his own state of pure pleasure, he couldn’t help but giggle and let his father have his way, kissing and tickling his feet. “This may have to become a regular thing, if you’re good. That reminds me…”
Bringing the feather back up to the throbbing cock again, he started to brush the tip of the feather just below the cock head again and listened as his father let out another growl mixed with ravenously horny moans and giggles. He tried to time it so that every time he moaned or giggled, which was often, he would use the feather in the same spot. Soon after just a few minutes his father was moaning louder.
“I’m-- ngh, gonna cum.”
“Make sure you ask permission,” keeping the feather dancing there now to keep the sensation at a steady rise.
“Please ah, please can I cum, Sir mmmm!”
“Just a little longer and then you can cum.”
“Ngh! Please!”
“Just a little longer.”
He continued to tickle below his glistening cock head and just underneath the base and watched has his father’s head moved from foot to foot more quickly almost unsure of where to go or what to do next. Russell was practically in a frenzy with the smell and feel of Isaac’s feet making him feel weaker and crazier with lust. He was trying to keep the impending explosion at bay, but for how long? He didn’t know. And Isaac wasn’t sure his dad would last either, but he was counting on that.
“Please! Sir, can I cum?”
“It’s “‘May’ I cum. Not “‘Can’ I cum.”
“NGH! May ngh! May I cum, Sir? Please!”
“One more minute, you can do it, I’ll even count for you. One, Two, Three--”
“NGH! PLEASE!” He begged almost as if he was going to break down in tears. But he was loving it. Every second. His son’s control and taunting was hot enough, but the idea of disobeying and being punished crossed his mind and it was even hotter. He knew his son was going to tickle him again and he couldn’t wait. He needed to cum first, but the submissive part of him still insisted on being good and listening to him. All these thoughts cycling through his head was just making it harder and harder to control though. Be good and listen, but disobey and get the sweet punishment that he deserved. It was all too much!
“Four, Five, Six-- Whoa!”
“AAAH!” Russell’s cock erupted and he shot all over his son’s feet which didn’t manage to protect some of his face from also getting splashed. Ropes of cum continued to shoot onto his stomach as his body shook heavily from the pleasure of his long awaited orgasm. And it was, indeed, the best orgasm he had ever had. His body finally settling down, he realised that he still felt a tingling on the underside of his cock and he started to squirm again.
“Uh! Did that feel good?” Not waiting for an answer, he continued, “I’m glad cause you were a bad boy and didn’t wait till I gave you permission. Looks like I’ll have to punish you, huh?”
“Nnnhehe, nooo hehe dohon’t hehe I’m sorryhehe!” he giggled helplessly and playfully knowing it was coming anyway.
“I think you want to be tickled, don’tcha? That’s why you disobeyed me, isn’t it?”
Isaac got off the chair, movied it out of the way, and sat back on the bed kneeling in between his father’s legs allowing the cum on his feet to smear wherever his feet touched. Leaning forward he used his thumb to wipe off the small bit of cum on his face and licked it off watching his father’s astonished face. Placing his hands on his father’s inner thighs he softly rubbed along the skin as his dad began to lose it already.
“No no no hohohahahahahaha.” He loved it, but… was this gonna be worse than he thought? He knew he was ticklish there, but now he felt electric again and his son was only rubbing his skin not even tickling at all. Maybe it was just the anticipation again.
“Wow you are getting hysterical already. You really are just as ticklish as me, huh? Like father like son, I guess heh.” His hands beginning to allow his fingertips to do more of the work. “Did you know… that after an orgasm the body becomes more sensitive? I wonder if that applies to tickling too. Let’s find out!”
And with that he kneaded the inner thighs making his dad scream with laughter. He kept it up in that spot for a few minutes and loved watching his father try as hard as he could and fail to close his legs. Happy he thought to secure him this way after all. All his dad could do was beg and shout with laughter his cock softening from cumming while Isaac’s own cock throbbed even more and leaked steadily onto the bed.
“PLEASE AAAHAHAHAHA!”
“Ok ok, I won’t tickle you there anymore, let’s try here!”
Isaac quickly moved his fingers to his dad’s groin just above where his dick met the rest of his body and Russell let out a scream and actually manage to slightly come loose enough from the bonds to lift his back and butt off the bed. Wide eyed at this newfound goldmine of ticklish nerves he couldn’t bring himself to stop tickling for minutes on end until he noticed tears start to stream down his father’s face. Moving his finger tips up onto his stomach and slowing down, light enough to allow him to speak in comprehensive sentences he allowed his father a bit of a reprieve.
“Got a little carried away there! Sorry about that heh, but you can take it. You’re being a real champ about this, aren’t you?”
“Hehe please hahaha you gottahaha stahahap.”
“I’m sorry… WHAT?”
With that he moved his hands back down to his groin again, but this time gripping his sides and kneading his fingers there. With renewed vigor he he raised himself up again, but it wasn’t enough to get his son to let go. He was still in control and he was going to make sure his dad remembered that.
“SIR AHAHA! PLEASE HAHAHA! I’M SORRY HAHAHAHA!”
“Better. Now what were you saying,” He let go of his dad’s groin and this time just used one hand to slowly draw circles on his twitching stomach.
“I need hehehehe I neheheheed a break haha,” Russell begged. “Pleasssssahaha!”
“Well, I am really horny. I think it might be my turn to cum. Are you gonna help out with that?”
“Yessssehehehe anything hehe please haha I’ll do whateverahaha you want!”
With that he stopped tickling his father. Even during his father’s desperate ‘thank you’s’ as he started to undo the bonds, he said nothing. Once free, his father layed there a moment and breathed in and out. Isaac took hold of his father’s wrists and massaged up each arm for abit. Then he did the same with his ankles. Admiring his father’s feet as he did. Once, letting go of his second ankle, he and his father adjusted themselves sitting on the edge of the bed side by side hands in their laps. Silence. Eventually, getting up, Russell stood facing his son. Looking up at his father he leaned back onto his elbows signaling exactly what he wanted.
Russell stood there for a moment staring into his son’s eyes and then traveling down at his son’s very hard, dripping cock. Without even questioning it, he got down on his knees.
Isaac moaned.
