So, it's taken me forever, but here is the first part of a new story I've been working on. I really love playing with power dynamics and flipping them so that's what my goal is to do here. Much like my last story this is also going to be about a father and son. I swear I do not have fantasies about my own father, cause he's gross and awful, but the idea of a son or nephew or anyone really who doesn't have perceived power gaining an upper hand and exploiting it. I do not think I'm amazing at it and I know it is most certainly not realistic, but I am trying to make the dialogue and thought as realistic as I possibly can in these fantasy scenarios. I'm going to attempt to finish this in another few days to a week, but I wanted to contribute to the tickling community a little bit during the holidays. Please Please please tell me if you enjoyed it so far.
“That’s it! You’re punished!”
Isaac immediately darted from room to room as his dad, Russell, chased after him shouting. Russell was furious with his son after opening a very disappointing report card from Isaac’s second semester of college. That paired with an already emotionally and physically exhausting day at work and he was ready to explode.
“Get over here you dead little brat!”
“No! Dad, I’m sorry it was just tougher than I thought it would be!” the 18 year old yelled as he ran into the living room and behind the coffee table.
“Oh, you wait and see. I’ll show you what tough is.” Russell said as he took a step to the right of the table. Isaac took that as his queue to make another run for it. Unfortunately, not realizing his father’s plan, he fell straight into his trap. Russell had feigned right knowing his son would take the bait and instead ended up right in his path. Grabbing him as he tried to run in the opposite direction, Russell got him in a bear hug with Isaac facing outward.
“Dad! Dad, please! I can’t take it please!” the panicked teen cried out in a desperate attempt to get out of his father’s strong grip. “I’ll do better! I’ll do better just please don’t!”
“Don’t what?” Russell said as he grinned deviously behind his sons back.
“You know what! Just stop!”
“Stop what? I haven’t done anything yet. I just want to have a very serious discussion about your grades.”
“Ok ok fine. Then please just let me g-Ah! No!”
Russell’s grip was like iron around his sons waist as he squeezed his fingers into his side just teasing him.
“Just talk like a normal person, there’s no need to shout.”
“I’m trying! Please, dad! Don’t-HAH! STAHAP!”
“Don’t stop? Well, ok I guess if you don’t want me to stop then I won’t,” his father said nonchalantly and with every ounce of mischief in his voice as he began pressing his fingers into his son’s sides.
“NAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEEEEASE!”
Russell was playing his son’s sides and ribs like a piano now. Isaac, filled with absolute hysterical and panicked laughter was squirming so much to get out he was becoming sloppy in his movements allowing the fingers to go higher into his ribs and on his stomach. Soon the boy was weakening and his knees were starting to give out from the nonstop torture.
“Are you going to be good and study more? Pick up your grades?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHESSSSSSS! JUSSSSSSHAHAHAHAHA JUSTHAH STOPAHAHAHA!”
“Hmm… ok.”
“Oh my god, thank you thank you I’m so sorry I’ll be good,” Isaac panted as he caught his breath.
“On second thought… I don’t believe you.”
“No no NOOOOOHAHAHAHAHA”
Isaac’s knees finally fully gave out and he went limp in his father’s arms falling through his grip onto the floor. Unfortunately, his arms were still up when his father decided to tighten his grip again. Now with his sons arms locked up over his own head he took one of his hands and started to dart into each armpit randomly to keep the boy from knowing where the tickles were going to come from next.
“AHAHAHAH OHAHA MY AHAHAHA PLEEAASSSSSSSHAHAHA!” With tears streaming down his face, Isaac begged endlessly. Or so it felt like to him anyway. In reality, it was about 5 minutes or so when his father finally stopped.
“Hope you learned your lesson, kiddo,” Russell said with not an ounce of sympathy for the punishment he just put his son through. “Don’t make me do this again or I’ll get you worse next time. Might even have to tie you down so you can’t squirm away.”
Walking away to get undressed from a long day of stress and inflicting punishment, he left Isaac panting and giggling with tear stained cheeks. After finally catching his breath and regaining a little of his composure back, all he could do was push himself up off the floor and look in the direction of his father’s bedroom and imagining the revenge he wanted to wreak on him.
It had been a couple weeks since the brutal tickling and the near constant threatening of a repeat event if he didn’t do every little thing his father asked made him decide that he was going to get revenge for sure. While the thought of being tickled like that again scared him silly, he also realized he would get a little excited by the prospect too. If only his father didn’t take it too far, he may even had enjoyed it. Even while hatching his scheme to get back at his father, he started to become aroused at the idea of getting him bound and vulnerable and, though he would never admit it to anyone, he even jerked off to the idea once or twice. After another couple weeks went by, Isaac had finally saved up from his summer job and ordered all the restraints and equipment he thought he would need from this great website he had found for people into bondage. It ended up being very expensive and costing most of his savings, but he figured it was worth it. This was becoming such an obsession for him that while his father was out every so often, he would sneak into Russell’s bedroom and figure out how to set everything up.
Russell, on the other hand, knew how aroused tickling people made him. It did not matter if his victim was male or female, he just loved doing it. Something about the idea of making someone submit with such a simple and chaotic act made him surge with power which always made him hard and horny. Even while he was torturing his son, he felt those same urges and became very hard while doing it. He thought it a good thing that his son was so ticklish cause the distraction should’ve ensured Isaac wouldn’t notice. He considered if he did take the tickling a bit too far, but in all reality no one got hurt so why should he care. The idea of tickling his son was so exciting to him that he would threaten him with another punishment tickling every chance he got, but his son always did what he was told and he didn’t want to seem overeager, though he wasn’t sure how good a job he really did of that. Maybe he would get a chance at his son’s feet soon since that was his most ticklish area that he knew of and his son did have some pretty nice feet for a boy regardless of the hair on the tops of them. That didn’t seem to bother him like he thought it would. He’d always been into women’s feet, but never thought twice about a guys unless he was tickling them, but whenever he thought about Isaac’s feet or gnawing on them to making him squeal he would get that same excitement. Surprised at the fact that he was so horny from the thought he happened to jerk off every night for the first week and a half just thinking about it and every so often since.
The day his order arrived Isaac was very giddy and couldn’t wait to exact his plan. He called off of work on that Saturday and spent a lot of time setting up his equipment and made sure to conceal everything under the mattress so that his father wouldn’t see a thing. That evening he would supply his dad with plenty of alcohol and some weed which was always a surefire way of making his dad practically comatose, the benefit of having young parents was that they were often pretty cool and open about drinking and smoking as long as he was home and safe while doing it. After a relatively long night of indulging himself in drink and drug and dozing off every now and then, Russell was finally exhausted enough to call it quits. He picked himself up out of his recliner, took a piss in the bathroom, stripped off all his clothes save for his boxers and crawled into bed. He was entirely passed out for about an hour and a half when Isaac decided it was put his plan into motion.
After securing his father to the bed spread eagle on his back, which was not as easy as he thought it would be since he happened to pass out in a slightly awkward position more on one side of the bed, he looked him over and giggled silently to himself at his handiwork. His wrists and ankles were secured with leather cuffs at each corner of the bed and his elbows and knees were strapped tightly and as stretched out as Isaac thought would be comfortable, but so that his dad wouldn’t really be able to roll away or push himself up or down. Plus, he knew his dad’s inner thighs were, on some level, ticklish since he’d seen a friend of his grab him there once when horsing around and his dad squealed like a pig for a second. He could not wait to start his revenge and make his dad squeal himself. His hand reached for his crotch subconsciously and just stroked it for a moment staring at his dad’s body. From his wide open thighs to his armpits, to his stomach, and then to those feet. Those feet, he knew, were probably the most ticklish part of his body and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. The soles were so smooth looking and the toes twitched every so often making Isaac more and more excited each time. As soon as the feeling of an impending orgasm started to hit him he snapped out of his trance and let go of his crotch. He had gotten himself so amped up, but he didn’t want to get off right in front of his dad… “that would have been weird” he rationalized to himself. Instead he walked back to his room, stripped down to his boxer briefs and got in bed still hard, but too freaked out by what he had accomplished already to get himself off. After another hour or two, he couldn’t remember just how long he laid there with his mind racing, he finally passed out himself.
“That’s it! You’re punished!”
Isaac immediately darted from room to room as his dad, Russell, chased after him shouting. Russell was furious with his son after opening a very disappointing report card from Isaac’s second semester of college. That paired with an already emotionally and physically exhausting day at work and he was ready to explode.
“Get over here you dead little brat!”
“No! Dad, I’m sorry it was just tougher than I thought it would be!” the 18 year old yelled as he ran into the living room and behind the coffee table.
“Oh, you wait and see. I’ll show you what tough is.” Russell said as he took a step to the right of the table. Isaac took that as his queue to make another run for it. Unfortunately, not realizing his father’s plan, he fell straight into his trap. Russell had feigned right knowing his son would take the bait and instead ended up right in his path. Grabbing him as he tried to run in the opposite direction, Russell got him in a bear hug with Isaac facing outward.
“Dad! Dad, please! I can’t take it please!” the panicked teen cried out in a desperate attempt to get out of his father’s strong grip. “I’ll do better! I’ll do better just please don’t!”
“Don’t what?” Russell said as he grinned deviously behind his sons back.
“You know what! Just stop!”
“Stop what? I haven’t done anything yet. I just want to have a very serious discussion about your grades.”
“Ok ok fine. Then please just let me g-Ah! No!”
Russell’s grip was like iron around his sons waist as he squeezed his fingers into his side just teasing him.
“Just talk like a normal person, there’s no need to shout.”
“I’m trying! Please, dad! Don’t-HAH! STAHAP!”
“Don’t stop? Well, ok I guess if you don’t want me to stop then I won’t,” his father said nonchalantly and with every ounce of mischief in his voice as he began pressing his fingers into his son’s sides.
“NAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEEEEASE!”
Russell was playing his son’s sides and ribs like a piano now. Isaac, filled with absolute hysterical and panicked laughter was squirming so much to get out he was becoming sloppy in his movements allowing the fingers to go higher into his ribs and on his stomach. Soon the boy was weakening and his knees were starting to give out from the nonstop torture.
“Are you going to be good and study more? Pick up your grades?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHESSSSSSS! JUSSSSSSHAHAHAHAHA JUSTHAH STOPAHAHAHA!”
“Hmm… ok.”
“Oh my god, thank you thank you I’m so sorry I’ll be good,” Isaac panted as he caught his breath.
“On second thought… I don’t believe you.”
“No no NOOOOOHAHAHAHAHA”
Isaac’s knees finally fully gave out and he went limp in his father’s arms falling through his grip onto the floor. Unfortunately, his arms were still up when his father decided to tighten his grip again. Now with his sons arms locked up over his own head he took one of his hands and started to dart into each armpit randomly to keep the boy from knowing where the tickles were going to come from next.
“AHAHAHAH OHAHA MY AHAHAHA PLEEAASSSSSSSHAHAHA!” With tears streaming down his face, Isaac begged endlessly. Or so it felt like to him anyway. In reality, it was about 5 minutes or so when his father finally stopped.
“Hope you learned your lesson, kiddo,” Russell said with not an ounce of sympathy for the punishment he just put his son through. “Don’t make me do this again or I’ll get you worse next time. Might even have to tie you down so you can’t squirm away.”
Walking away to get undressed from a long day of stress and inflicting punishment, he left Isaac panting and giggling with tear stained cheeks. After finally catching his breath and regaining a little of his composure back, all he could do was push himself up off the floor and look in the direction of his father’s bedroom and imagining the revenge he wanted to wreak on him.
It had been a couple weeks since the brutal tickling and the near constant threatening of a repeat event if he didn’t do every little thing his father asked made him decide that he was going to get revenge for sure. While the thought of being tickled like that again scared him silly, he also realized he would get a little excited by the prospect too. If only his father didn’t take it too far, he may even had enjoyed it. Even while hatching his scheme to get back at his father, he started to become aroused at the idea of getting him bound and vulnerable and, though he would never admit it to anyone, he even jerked off to the idea once or twice. After another couple weeks went by, Isaac had finally saved up from his summer job and ordered all the restraints and equipment he thought he would need from this great website he had found for people into bondage. It ended up being very expensive and costing most of his savings, but he figured it was worth it. This was becoming such an obsession for him that while his father was out every so often, he would sneak into Russell’s bedroom and figure out how to set everything up.
Russell, on the other hand, knew how aroused tickling people made him. It did not matter if his victim was male or female, he just loved doing it. Something about the idea of making someone submit with such a simple and chaotic act made him surge with power which always made him hard and horny. Even while he was torturing his son, he felt those same urges and became very hard while doing it. He thought it a good thing that his son was so ticklish cause the distraction should’ve ensured Isaac wouldn’t notice. He considered if he did take the tickling a bit too far, but in all reality no one got hurt so why should he care. The idea of tickling his son was so exciting to him that he would threaten him with another punishment tickling every chance he got, but his son always did what he was told and he didn’t want to seem overeager, though he wasn’t sure how good a job he really did of that. Maybe he would get a chance at his son’s feet soon since that was his most ticklish area that he knew of and his son did have some pretty nice feet for a boy regardless of the hair on the tops of them. That didn’t seem to bother him like he thought it would. He’d always been into women’s feet, but never thought twice about a guys unless he was tickling them, but whenever he thought about Isaac’s feet or gnawing on them to making him squeal he would get that same excitement. Surprised at the fact that he was so horny from the thought he happened to jerk off every night for the first week and a half just thinking about it and every so often since.
The day his order arrived Isaac was very giddy and couldn’t wait to exact his plan. He called off of work on that Saturday and spent a lot of time setting up his equipment and made sure to conceal everything under the mattress so that his father wouldn’t see a thing. That evening he would supply his dad with plenty of alcohol and some weed which was always a surefire way of making his dad practically comatose, the benefit of having young parents was that they were often pretty cool and open about drinking and smoking as long as he was home and safe while doing it. After a relatively long night of indulging himself in drink and drug and dozing off every now and then, Russell was finally exhausted enough to call it quits. He picked himself up out of his recliner, took a piss in the bathroom, stripped off all his clothes save for his boxers and crawled into bed. He was entirely passed out for about an hour and a half when Isaac decided it was put his plan into motion.
After securing his father to the bed spread eagle on his back, which was not as easy as he thought it would be since he happened to pass out in a slightly awkward position more on one side of the bed, he looked him over and giggled silently to himself at his handiwork. His wrists and ankles were secured with leather cuffs at each corner of the bed and his elbows and knees were strapped tightly and as stretched out as Isaac thought would be comfortable, but so that his dad wouldn’t really be able to roll away or push himself up or down. Plus, he knew his dad’s inner thighs were, on some level, ticklish since he’d seen a friend of his grab him there once when horsing around and his dad squealed like a pig for a second. He could not wait to start his revenge and make his dad squeal himself. His hand reached for his crotch subconsciously and just stroked it for a moment staring at his dad’s body. From his wide open thighs to his armpits, to his stomach, and then to those feet. Those feet, he knew, were probably the most ticklish part of his body and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. The soles were so smooth looking and the toes twitched every so often making Isaac more and more excited each time. As soon as the feeling of an impending orgasm started to hit him he snapped out of his trance and let go of his crotch. He had gotten himself so amped up, but he didn’t want to get off right in front of his dad… “that would have been weird” he rationalized to himself. Instead he walked back to his room, stripped down to his boxer briefs and got in bed still hard, but too freaked out by what he had accomplished already to get himself off. After another hour or two, he couldn’t remember just how long he laid there with his mind racing, he finally passed out himself.