Ticklishboy30
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Michael Lane, photographer and journalist with "The Daily Progress" and sometimes "C'Ville," a free publication, sat in the empty theater while the cast and crew rehearsed.
By the end of his final growth spurt, Michael reached five feet nine inches, and he currently weighed one hundred and sixty pounds. His eyes were a beautiful shade of light blue, his medium brown hair was conservatively styled, and never longer than the top of his neck. The brunette's appearance was generally unremarkable. There were no chisled abs, no muscle definition to his arms or legs, and his stomach had a slight pouch. However, his health was in good standing, although his doctor kept urging him to exercise more to stay ahead of the dreaded middle-age spread that some men experience in their forties and older years. He rented the other half of Jamie's and Kyle's duplex, which pleased both sets of parents because it meant there was a mature, responsible adult around, in case an emergency arose that their boys couldn't handle on their own.
The thirty-year-old professional was working on a story and periodically snapping shots with his camera to promote the upcoming murder mystery play.
Joyce Reid, the director, sat in the middle of the third row from the stage, sandwiched between Ron Buckley, the producer, and Suzie May, the choreographer. At random intervals, the actors were interrupted so they could be given instructions on how to set the scene they were working on, or to receive encouragement and constructive criticism from any one or all of the trio.
Out of sight, Kyle watched the rehearsal. As the production's stage manager, he worked hard to keep everyone happy, tried to keep everything on time, and running smoothly.
Thirty-five-year-old Jake Alder was on stage with Jamie, going through the scene where Jamie's character is grabbed by one of the henchmen and tied up in the darkened house. The older of the pair was husky, with shaved hair, and dressed in black shoes and pants, and a black shirt. The younger blonde was dressed in a navy blue t-shirt, dark blue, black, and gray plaid lounge pants, and white athletic ankle socks with grey heel and toe patches on his feet.
"Jake, your footing needs to be spread apart a little bit more, so you can maintain stability while Jamie struggles with you."
"Thanks, Suzie. Like this?"
The six-foot-tall brunette shifted the placement of his feet and could immediately feel a difference. The new position gave his legs a surer stance, and he didn't feel as if he'd be knocked on his ass at the lightest push or thrown elbow.
"Yes! Perfect, now please run through the capture scene again."
"Jamie, you're doing a fabulous job."
"Thanks, Joyce. I appreciate it. The feedback from you guys makes all the difference in my performance."
"You're welcome, young man."
"Jamie, honey, I'm not quite feeling the sense of danger this scene requires," Suzie offered. "I want your eyes to reflect the anxiety your character experiences because of the lights suddenly going out, and I want chills running through my body as you creep along the living room, looking for a flashlight."
"You got it," Jamie responded with a bright smile and a feeling of pride from the praise and helpful comments.
Joyce called out, "Kyle, honey, how are we doing on time?"
"So far, looking good, it's looking like we might have a slight surplus of time, but I won't know for sure until the scene's completely run through from start to finish."
"Thanks, love, you're a lifesaver, Honey-child," Ron hollered. He was such a flamer, the producer's gayness could probably be seen from another galaxy, millions of miles from Earth.
"Always trying to do my best, so thanks, Ron," Kyle said with a smile.
"You really are an awesome talent, Jamie," Jake whispered to his scene partner.
The blonde blushed, then boyishly giggled and squirmed when he bulky man's meaty fingers lightly tickled his sides. Neither of the actors noticed the camera's flash as the playfulness between the thespians was captured.
Michael chuckled because he knew about and enjoyed exploiting the ticklishness of his young landlords. He also loved the fun tickle fights they sometimes engaged in. He also couldn't wait to see Jamie's face when he read the article in the Progress and C'ville, and saw the black and white photo of himself being tickled amongst the pictures.
After rehearsal, Jake, Jamie, and Carl stayed behind so that Michael could get some action photos for the publications. Carl wore a wig of dark, curly hair and was dressed in all black. Kyle also stayed because he and Jamie rode to the theater together.
"This is gonna be great, guys," Michael stated.
The young detective was posed with his hands pulling on his assailant's lower arm, trying to escape the bad guy's headlock.
Between takes, Carl's free hand tickled Jamie's stomach, and the younger male struggled and bent at the waist, his sock-clad soles stomped the stage, and his laughter reverberated off the walls of the historic building.
"Nice, keep it up, guys. This is pure gold."
"You're sooo gonna regret this, Mike," Jamie said.
The next shot was of the blonde protagonist slung over the killer's bulky shoulder.
"Perfect! Don't move."
After the clicks stopped, Kyle grinned while he tickled his helpless brother's soles. "Coochie, coochie, Detective Liam Roundtree," the brunette teased, using the character's name.
The smaller man's body rocked back and forth as giggles spewed from his lips. Ten fabric-covered toes curled, and he tried to move his feet from the tickling, but since Jake held his ankles in place, that didn't happen. Of course, while this was going on, the camera began capturing shots.
"This is the coolest photo shoot I've ever experienced," Jake exclaimed while chuckling.
"These tickle attacks are just part of another normal day for Ky and Jamie. They are two of the most fun and playful guys I know."
Jake smirked and asked, "You ticklish, Michael," just before his index finger and thumb gently pinched the journalist's fleshy side.
The writer jumped, and the uncontrollable giggling and squirming followed. This ticklish action was not missed by the trio on stage, who were also giggling.
"Mike's very, very ticklish," Kyle and Jamie said in unison."
"You guys are way more ticklish," the reporter shot back with a playful smirk.
"Hope none of us can get at your feet tonight."
"Watch it, Jamie," Michael said, grinning.
There were three shots that the four men really loved. The first was of Jamie's arm elevated and arched, with his balled up fist touching the left side of Carl's chin, and the brunette's head turned to his right side. The expression on both their faces made it look like the punch was actually thrown. The second showed Jamie's foot, in the center of Jake's stomach. The bigger of the duo was doubled over, his face contorted with a painful expression, and looking like he was gonna throw up. The third displayed the younger co-star suspended in midair with the older actors at his head and feet, as if they were a human hammock. His wrists were held by Jake, his ankles in Carl's hands, and he was being gently swung back and forth.
Suddenly, a fun thought came to Michael. He whistled to get the men's attention and said, "Guys, let's get Kyle in the next shot with the three of you. I want the boys tied up, and barefoot, with their socks and shoes lying askew near their feet. Carl and Jake, you guys should be at their feet, looking at me with devious grins, and your hands hovering over the two pairs of bare feet."
"Oh, shit," the dark and light-haired young men said at the same time.
Jake jumped up onto the stage as Kyle tried to run and hide. His massive arm wrapped around the skinnier man's waist.
"No... Not gonna get me..."
Kyle struggled and kicked his legs while his squirming body was easily lifted off the floor. His body bent at the waist and hung over the muscular arm with his legs on one side, and his upper body on the other. He blushed as photos were taken of his predicament, carried by Jake, like he weighed nothing more than a bath towel, to where Carl and Jamie were, who, by the way, were giggling like crazy at his helpless situation.
"I'm gonna make all of you pay."
The threat was totally unbelievable because of the squealing laughter that surrounded its delivery, which was caused by the tickles the backs of his legs and butt cheeks were getting from his brotherly best friend and Carl.
"Oh, the people in the Ville's gonna love this when it's featured in Wednesday's publication."
The four guys laughed when Michael's comment earned him a single finger salute from the brunette before getting tied up.
Jamie and Kyle were placed side by side, in an upright sitting position with their legs stretched out before them. Rope was tied around their chests under their arms, which of course, got their pits tickled as they giggled and squirmed, and their wrists were tied behind their backs.
"Yes! That's awesome. Now, umm, I got it, Carl and Jake, use a piece of rope to gag them, and boys, I want looks of intrepidation and fear. You don't know what these guys are planning to do to you."
The camera clicked away, getting plenty of usable shots.
"This is still missing something... Ungag them, and place these feathers close to their feet while your fingers are curled, ready to tickle."
Just seeing the feathers and the twenty fingers so close to their feet had the younger pair, who were still restrained, giggling and squirming in place. This amused and fueled Michael as he continued to take photo after photo. In one photo, both pairs of soles were wrinkled, slightly turned inward, with the toes scrunched.
"Nice work, fellas. That's a wrap. Look for your beautiful smiles in this week's publications. Jamie and Ky, you two will have copies waiting for you when you open your front door on Wednesday. All of you, be careful getting home, and boys, I'll stay up and listen for the two of you, to make sure you made it safely."
"Oh, I can't take it anymore," Jake said.
"I'm right with ya," Carl stated.
Jamie and Kyle gulped, but were also smiling. "Shit," they exclaimed, speaking as one voice.
Seconds after the fingers touched the tops of his feet, Jamie's squealing giggles filled the playhouse. His eyes squinted shut, his head turned side to side, his toes flexed and curled, and his upper body rocked forward and backward. "Damn! Your fingers tickle," he managed to say.
"Never knew the tops of your feet were so ticklish, Kid," Jake said while chuckling.
"No... Nope... Not... Gonna get to my soles."
Kyle squirmed and giggled. His knees were bent, and his feet flattened on the floor. He looked at Carl and blew a raspberry at him.
Carl shook his head and chuckled with amusement.
"You know that's not gonna keep me from those very known about ticklish tootsies."
"Don't call them tootsies. It makes me giggle even more," Kyle and Jamie said.
The ticklers giggled at the pair's response.
"I'll get your feet, Ky, but first..."
The older brunette moved behind his ticklish victim and gently slipped his fingers between the squirmy guy's body and arms.
"Oh, fuck! I'm sooo screwed."
"Yep!"
The ticklish sensations coming from the left and right pit hollows traveled to his brain, and the commands to thrash, writhe, and howl with uncontrollable laughter got sent back to the body in response. His butt slid around the hardwood surface, and he bucked against the man holding him. "Sooo not fair to tickle me there," Kyle squealed. It took all of one minute for his legs to straighten out and extend, and another minute for Carl's arm to wrap around and trap his ankles.
"C'mon, Jake, get outta there," Jamie shrieked.
"But, the response is sooo cute, and amazingly fun."
The string of shrill giggles never stopped as the man's index finger twisted along the walls of the cavernous naval, then created a hook which gently poked and prodded the little ball of skin, and finally, the fingertip traced the edge of the rim.
Kyle hollered, "Not that.. Please!"
Carl snickered while lightly running his fingernails back and forth across the balls of the two feet, struggling to escape.
Finally, the tickles ended, and the boys were set free. However, they each lost a sock.
Outside, in the theatre parking lot, the quartet said goodbye to each other.
"You both are awesome boys," Jake said, smiling.
"Thanks for letting us play with you," Carl added.
"You guys are awesome ticklers and amazing friends," Kyle said.
"Yeah! We always have fun around the two of you."
The men shared hugs and kisses on their cheeks before getting into their vehicles and driving away.
By the end of his final growth spurt, Michael reached five feet nine inches, and he currently weighed one hundred and sixty pounds. His eyes were a beautiful shade of light blue, his medium brown hair was conservatively styled, and never longer than the top of his neck. The brunette's appearance was generally unremarkable. There were no chisled abs, no muscle definition to his arms or legs, and his stomach had a slight pouch. However, his health was in good standing, although his doctor kept urging him to exercise more to stay ahead of the dreaded middle-age spread that some men experience in their forties and older years. He rented the other half of Jamie's and Kyle's duplex, which pleased both sets of parents because it meant there was a mature, responsible adult around, in case an emergency arose that their boys couldn't handle on their own.
The thirty-year-old professional was working on a story and periodically snapping shots with his camera to promote the upcoming murder mystery play.
Joyce Reid, the director, sat in the middle of the third row from the stage, sandwiched between Ron Buckley, the producer, and Suzie May, the choreographer. At random intervals, the actors were interrupted so they could be given instructions on how to set the scene they were working on, or to receive encouragement and constructive criticism from any one or all of the trio.
Out of sight, Kyle watched the rehearsal. As the production's stage manager, he worked hard to keep everyone happy, tried to keep everything on time, and running smoothly.
Thirty-five-year-old Jake Alder was on stage with Jamie, going through the scene where Jamie's character is grabbed by one of the henchmen and tied up in the darkened house. The older of the pair was husky, with shaved hair, and dressed in black shoes and pants, and a black shirt. The younger blonde was dressed in a navy blue t-shirt, dark blue, black, and gray plaid lounge pants, and white athletic ankle socks with grey heel and toe patches on his feet.
"Jake, your footing needs to be spread apart a little bit more, so you can maintain stability while Jamie struggles with you."
"Thanks, Suzie. Like this?"
The six-foot-tall brunette shifted the placement of his feet and could immediately feel a difference. The new position gave his legs a surer stance, and he didn't feel as if he'd be knocked on his ass at the lightest push or thrown elbow.
"Yes! Perfect, now please run through the capture scene again."
"Jamie, you're doing a fabulous job."
"Thanks, Joyce. I appreciate it. The feedback from you guys makes all the difference in my performance."
"You're welcome, young man."
"Jamie, honey, I'm not quite feeling the sense of danger this scene requires," Suzie offered. "I want your eyes to reflect the anxiety your character experiences because of the lights suddenly going out, and I want chills running through my body as you creep along the living room, looking for a flashlight."
"You got it," Jamie responded with a bright smile and a feeling of pride from the praise and helpful comments.
Joyce called out, "Kyle, honey, how are we doing on time?"
"So far, looking good, it's looking like we might have a slight surplus of time, but I won't know for sure until the scene's completely run through from start to finish."
"Thanks, love, you're a lifesaver, Honey-child," Ron hollered. He was such a flamer, the producer's gayness could probably be seen from another galaxy, millions of miles from Earth.
"Always trying to do my best, so thanks, Ron," Kyle said with a smile.
"You really are an awesome talent, Jamie," Jake whispered to his scene partner.
The blonde blushed, then boyishly giggled and squirmed when he bulky man's meaty fingers lightly tickled his sides. Neither of the actors noticed the camera's flash as the playfulness between the thespians was captured.
Michael chuckled because he knew about and enjoyed exploiting the ticklishness of his young landlords. He also loved the fun tickle fights they sometimes engaged in. He also couldn't wait to see Jamie's face when he read the article in the Progress and C'ville, and saw the black and white photo of himself being tickled amongst the pictures.
After rehearsal, Jake, Jamie, and Carl stayed behind so that Michael could get some action photos for the publications. Carl wore a wig of dark, curly hair and was dressed in all black. Kyle also stayed because he and Jamie rode to the theater together.
"This is gonna be great, guys," Michael stated.
The young detective was posed with his hands pulling on his assailant's lower arm, trying to escape the bad guy's headlock.
Between takes, Carl's free hand tickled Jamie's stomach, and the younger male struggled and bent at the waist, his sock-clad soles stomped the stage, and his laughter reverberated off the walls of the historic building.
"Nice, keep it up, guys. This is pure gold."
"You're sooo gonna regret this, Mike," Jamie said.
The next shot was of the blonde protagonist slung over the killer's bulky shoulder.
"Perfect! Don't move."
After the clicks stopped, Kyle grinned while he tickled his helpless brother's soles. "Coochie, coochie, Detective Liam Roundtree," the brunette teased, using the character's name.
The smaller man's body rocked back and forth as giggles spewed from his lips. Ten fabric-covered toes curled, and he tried to move his feet from the tickling, but since Jake held his ankles in place, that didn't happen. Of course, while this was going on, the camera began capturing shots.
"This is the coolest photo shoot I've ever experienced," Jake exclaimed while chuckling.
"These tickle attacks are just part of another normal day for Ky and Jamie. They are two of the most fun and playful guys I know."
Jake smirked and asked, "You ticklish, Michael," just before his index finger and thumb gently pinched the journalist's fleshy side.
The writer jumped, and the uncontrollable giggling and squirming followed. This ticklish action was not missed by the trio on stage, who were also giggling.
"Mike's very, very ticklish," Kyle and Jamie said in unison."
"You guys are way more ticklish," the reporter shot back with a playful smirk.
"Hope none of us can get at your feet tonight."
"Watch it, Jamie," Michael said, grinning.
There were three shots that the four men really loved. The first was of Jamie's arm elevated and arched, with his balled up fist touching the left side of Carl's chin, and the brunette's head turned to his right side. The expression on both their faces made it look like the punch was actually thrown. The second showed Jamie's foot, in the center of Jake's stomach. The bigger of the duo was doubled over, his face contorted with a painful expression, and looking like he was gonna throw up. The third displayed the younger co-star suspended in midair with the older actors at his head and feet, as if they were a human hammock. His wrists were held by Jake, his ankles in Carl's hands, and he was being gently swung back and forth.
Suddenly, a fun thought came to Michael. He whistled to get the men's attention and said, "Guys, let's get Kyle in the next shot with the three of you. I want the boys tied up, and barefoot, with their socks and shoes lying askew near their feet. Carl and Jake, you guys should be at their feet, looking at me with devious grins, and your hands hovering over the two pairs of bare feet."
"Oh, shit," the dark and light-haired young men said at the same time.
Jake jumped up onto the stage as Kyle tried to run and hide. His massive arm wrapped around the skinnier man's waist.
"No... Not gonna get me..."
Kyle struggled and kicked his legs while his squirming body was easily lifted off the floor. His body bent at the waist and hung over the muscular arm with his legs on one side, and his upper body on the other. He blushed as photos were taken of his predicament, carried by Jake, like he weighed nothing more than a bath towel, to where Carl and Jamie were, who, by the way, were giggling like crazy at his helpless situation.
"I'm gonna make all of you pay."
The threat was totally unbelievable because of the squealing laughter that surrounded its delivery, which was caused by the tickles the backs of his legs and butt cheeks were getting from his brotherly best friend and Carl.
"Oh, the people in the Ville's gonna love this when it's featured in Wednesday's publication."
The four guys laughed when Michael's comment earned him a single finger salute from the brunette before getting tied up.
Jamie and Kyle were placed side by side, in an upright sitting position with their legs stretched out before them. Rope was tied around their chests under their arms, which of course, got their pits tickled as they giggled and squirmed, and their wrists were tied behind their backs.
"Yes! That's awesome. Now, umm, I got it, Carl and Jake, use a piece of rope to gag them, and boys, I want looks of intrepidation and fear. You don't know what these guys are planning to do to you."
The camera clicked away, getting plenty of usable shots.
"This is still missing something... Ungag them, and place these feathers close to their feet while your fingers are curled, ready to tickle."
Just seeing the feathers and the twenty fingers so close to their feet had the younger pair, who were still restrained, giggling and squirming in place. This amused and fueled Michael as he continued to take photo after photo. In one photo, both pairs of soles were wrinkled, slightly turned inward, with the toes scrunched.
"Nice work, fellas. That's a wrap. Look for your beautiful smiles in this week's publications. Jamie and Ky, you two will have copies waiting for you when you open your front door on Wednesday. All of you, be careful getting home, and boys, I'll stay up and listen for the two of you, to make sure you made it safely."
"Oh, I can't take it anymore," Jake said.
"I'm right with ya," Carl stated.
Jamie and Kyle gulped, but were also smiling. "Shit," they exclaimed, speaking as one voice.
Seconds after the fingers touched the tops of his feet, Jamie's squealing giggles filled the playhouse. His eyes squinted shut, his head turned side to side, his toes flexed and curled, and his upper body rocked forward and backward. "Damn! Your fingers tickle," he managed to say.
"Never knew the tops of your feet were so ticklish, Kid," Jake said while chuckling.
"No... Nope... Not... Gonna get to my soles."
Kyle squirmed and giggled. His knees were bent, and his feet flattened on the floor. He looked at Carl and blew a raspberry at him.
Carl shook his head and chuckled with amusement.
"You know that's not gonna keep me from those very known about ticklish tootsies."
"Don't call them tootsies. It makes me giggle even more," Kyle and Jamie said.
The ticklers giggled at the pair's response.
"I'll get your feet, Ky, but first..."
The older brunette moved behind his ticklish victim and gently slipped his fingers between the squirmy guy's body and arms.
"Oh, fuck! I'm sooo screwed."
"Yep!"
The ticklish sensations coming from the left and right pit hollows traveled to his brain, and the commands to thrash, writhe, and howl with uncontrollable laughter got sent back to the body in response. His butt slid around the hardwood surface, and he bucked against the man holding him. "Sooo not fair to tickle me there," Kyle squealed. It took all of one minute for his legs to straighten out and extend, and another minute for Carl's arm to wrap around and trap his ankles.
"C'mon, Jake, get outta there," Jamie shrieked.
"But, the response is sooo cute, and amazingly fun."
The string of shrill giggles never stopped as the man's index finger twisted along the walls of the cavernous naval, then created a hook which gently poked and prodded the little ball of skin, and finally, the fingertip traced the edge of the rim.
Kyle hollered, "Not that.. Please!"
Carl snickered while lightly running his fingernails back and forth across the balls of the two feet, struggling to escape.
Finally, the tickles ended, and the boys were set free. However, they each lost a sock.
Outside, in the theatre parking lot, the quartet said goodbye to each other.
"You both are awesome boys," Jake said, smiling.
"Thanks for letting us play with you," Carl added.
"You guys are awesome ticklers and amazing friends," Kyle said.
"Yeah! We always have fun around the two of you."
The men shared hugs and kisses on their cheeks before getting into their vehicles and driving away.
