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[boytickler35]

Foot Friends Part 1

Art by KingofFeathers

“Welcome Foot Friends and today I have a treat for you.” 

Ryan starts his recording with the camera facing himself as he addresses his viewers before panning the camera around the basement to Justin and Zach, locked in a pair of stocks, their sneakers hanging up behind them.

“That's right your eyes do not deceive you, it is Liberty High’s top heartthrobs and members of the state winning football team. you may be asking yourself how exactly I managed to get these two into my stocks. As it turns out Justin here comes pretty cheap but he's shy and talked his buddy into coming with him so today instead of the usual content we do, you are all in for a treat. For those of you hoping to hear all about these two and their feet, you are also in luck because we are going to start out with an interview, which is where we will start now. So, Justin, what made you decide to surrender your straight, jock boy feet to me? What could you possibly need the money for so badly?”

Ryan enjoys watching him squirm before he hears the reply, “I needed money for a date, couldn’t get it any other way.”

It sounds like a lie, something in Justin’s voice tells him the jock isn’t being truthful but Ryan doesn’t really care. A desperate straight boy makes for decent enough questions and Ryan still has to keep the conversation going for a bit longer. Anyway, he had always wanted to get to question Justin Foley about his feet.

“How do you think she’d feel knowing the money you’re spending on her was earned by having a gay guy tickle those big feet?”

“She isn’t going to find out so it doesn’t matter.”

Ryan can’t help a smirk as he thinks of Jess Davis’s reaction to any of this but decides to shift and ask his other guest a few questions.

“And how do you, Zach, feel about being here? What could Justin have possibly said to make you want to come along for this?”

“Oh.” Zach somehow looks surprised to be addressed as if he somehow thought Ryan wouldn’t talk to him. “Justin is a great friend and would have done the same for me.”

The overwhelming nervous energy coming from the Asian boy is almost entertaining as Ryan moves on to the last question. “What is the strongest experience you can recall with tickling?”

Neither of the jocks respond for a moment and he can see whatever passes for thinking from them before a smile creeps onto Justin’s face and Ryan is given an unnecessary reminder of the reason for his long time crush on the handsome boy. “I dunno if this is what you’re looking for but there’s a towel at Bryce’s that is like, really fluffy and whenever I use it, it drives me mad. Drying my feet off is impossible cause I’m giggling too much.”

It’s not at all what he expected but also one of the dumbest, and hottest, things he’s ever heard. The idea of Liberty’s star wide receiver unable to handle a towel is comedy.

“Well, I promise I am a lot worse than a towel so I hope you boys are ready to get destroyed.” 

His fingers make contact with the feet and he is pleasantly shocked. He had been afraid their feet would have been hard from football playing but both are soft, Zach’s silky smooth and Justin’s a little less so but plush under his fingers.

It turns out both are comically ticklish as well with the light strokes causing their feet to try flinching away from the tickling and soft giggles to fall from their mouth. Justin seems worse which surprises him. He expected both to be made of sterner stuff but Justin is supposed to be from a pretty rough neighborhood but his feet are shockingly soft and very receptive to Ryan’s probing. Zach’s are too, but he seems a little better at keeping it together.

He plays around for a bit teasing them lightly as he does, “My viewers love nothing more than seeing a pair of straight boy feet walk their way into my stocks, and today they get that but double!”

Between giggles, the pair manage a bit of protest but Ryan isn’t really listening, he’s too busy enjoying the power he has over them for the moment and he has already wasted enough time talking to them. Now, his fingers switch from scratching to a fluttering motion over both soles, driving both of them wild. He continues for a bit exploring their feet with his hands.

As it turns out, Justin is stupidly ticklish everywhere from heels to toes. It takes basically no effort to get him giggling and it isn’t much harder to turn those giggles into full laughter. Zach is a little harder at first. He giggles like Justin, his massive soles seem to be a treasure trove of nerves, but unlike Justin, he is harder to get laughing. Ryan can do it, he discovers, but it requires toys. 

Ryan is all too happy to bring those out anyway, he may not have told the pair he would be using tools on their feet… but he doesn’t really care. Straight boy feet, especially teasing straight boy feet like Justin’s, deserve every bit of tickling punishment Ryan can eek out.

Feathers are classics that don’t work on many guys, so he decides to start there. As it turns out, they are more effective on these two than they are on most people because it gets Justin giggling again, the cutest sound Ryan has heard in a long time. More fun, he gets to watch Zach, less affected by the feather, try to protect Justin's feet with his own, tilting his ankles to try to cover his buddy’s helplessly ticklish soles and honestly, if that isn’t love, Ryan isn’t sure what is.

It quickly comes back to bite Zach cause while Ryan is willing to indulge his tickle toys a bit, his feather ends up finding Zach’s toes, an otherwise untickled spot so far. It turns out Zach can’t handle that and Ryan decides to file that info away for a bit later and focus on wrecking them jointly for a bit longer.

He takes a deep breath and leans down to the center of Justin’s sole and blows a fat raspberry. The two things he notices are that one, Justin can’t handle it if the almost silent laughter is anything to go by, and two, his feet taste a bit sweet, a bit salty, and Ryan would love a worship session with them… but tickling is just too much fun. Zach’s feet don’t hold up any better against the raspberries either and Ryan spends a few minutes alternating between the sets of feet.

Ryan decides to move in for the kill on Zach. He was really thinking Justin would crack first but damn are Zach’s toes insanely ticklish. He brings the brush up and uses its delicate bristles on the equally delicate skin under Zach’s toes. It’s so satisfying to completely break the tall, handsome jock with so little effort and he can’t help cooing at the suffering teen.

As much as he would like to drag out the anticipation, he is also eager to fully break him and so brings the bristles up to the pads of Zach’s toes. He couldn’t have hoped for better results as Zach’s laughter jumps an octave with the tickling and Justin, previously lost in his own tickle torture takes notice by cracking an eye open. Ryan loves a captive audience, letting Justin stew in his own impending fate. But right now he has Zach to concentrate on as he moves the brush in a circular pattern over the large toe pad. He almost regrets keeping Zach’s feet so far apart so it’s difficult to tickle both at the same time but a glance up shows him that Zach is clutching Justin tightly as tears form in the corners of his eyes. It’s maybe the most beautiful thing Ryan has ever seen.

He presses for about two minutes, turning Zach more or less into putty in his stocks and then says, “Who’s my tickle bitch?”

Without hesitating, Zach laughs back, “MeHEheEhe!”

“It is you isn’t it? A silly little giggle bitch. Who has big ticklish jock boy feet?”

“MeHEhEHE!”

“Good, and who owns these feet?”

“YohOhoHoU!”

“Glad we can agree on that. Now Justin, let's get on to you.”

Watching those adorable, bubbly toes clench is true magic and he decides to pull out his last trick of the night, something he is certain will absolutely wreck his longest running man crush and his pretty feet.

Reaching under where the boys can see, he pulls out an electric toothbrush and holds it up. Justin’s face pales a bit under the redness. He flicks it on dramatically and goes for Justin’s toes knowing it won’t break him, just yet, but it does have him laughing madly. He keeps Zach busy too by teasing his toes, just with fingers, but fingers is all it takes on those soles.

However, all good things need to end and Justin is flagging from the constant tickling and Ryan doesn’t want to mar his victory by having an exhausted Justin capitulate, so now is the time. He moves the buzzing toothbrush  to the center of Justin’s arch and lets the sparks fly. The jock can’t handle it and that makes Ryan especially pleased and he doesn’t give Justin the out as fast as he gave it to Zach, preferring to savor the squeaks and squeals mingled with hysterical laughter for a bit.

Eventually though he says, “Who has big silly jock boy feet?”

Justin doesn’t reply and Ryan gets his dream interaction, a stubborn jock holding out and letting Ryan tickle his feet more. “Stubborn are we? It isn’t a secret, you know. Just tell me what I want to hear.”

Justin doesn’t and Ryan goes so far as to remove his hand tickling Zach and move it to Justin’s other foot, causing the other boy’s laughter to rise another octave. Still, the handsome boy refuses to give in and Zach, after catching his breath, says, “Just do it.”

Justin hold out about a minute longer before finally laughing, “MehEHEHe!”

“Good boy,” Ryan purrs, “now tell me you love having these big, teasing feet punished.”

Another moment of hesitation but Ryan takes a deep breath and blows out another raspberry on the silky soles causing Justin to bumble out the phrase and Ryan drinks in the lovely sound of total defeat before pressing with the final question.

“And who owns these big, ticklish feet?”

“YoUHOhOu!”

Ryan purrs again at the reply and keeps tickling. Zach jumps in and says, “Hey, he said what you wanted.” Deciding to ignore the other athlete, Ryan focuses for another minute or two on the captive jock but eventually, the end has to come.

Ryan’s sad to release them from the stocks but takes pleasure in knowing this isn’t totally over yet. There is the post tickling interview and then the behind the scenes part. For a moment, he leaves them alone though, they shift, resting their massive feet on the top of the stocks and don’t make any moves, Justin is still fully leaning on Zach’s chest and Zach still has an arm around Justin’s abdomen, holding onto him. Both of them have their eyes closed, their faces still red. They’re cute, if only they were gay.

“What was the worst part?”

“Can I say all of it?” Justin responds without opening his eyes.

“I’m surprised, I wouldn’t have guessed your feet were so ticklish, surely all of that football training should have toughened them up.”

He watches the bubbly toes curl a bit at the insult and adds on, “You know Justin. In terms of my tickle list, your name is at the top. You’ve been a naughty little tease.”

That get’s Justin to crack an eye open as he peers at Ryan in confusion. “What?”

“Don’t play innocent with me, I’ve been watching you during math, always popping your heels out of your sneakers, giving more than a few good looks at those well worn socks, I can see the pinkness of your heel through them! You must have known you’d attract my attention.”

Justin turns the most adorable shade of pink and rubs one foot against the other. Zach’s eyes are wide open now too and very alarmed looking.

Ryan smirks and says, “If you make them look any cuter I’ll lock them right back up and give them another tickling, you little tease.”

The shock in the pale blue eyes is amazing and Justin really might be Liberty’s cutest boy but he does have another guest and once again, Justin’s natural charisma is outshining Zach.

“What about you, bigfoot? Where are those stompers most sensitive?”

Zach blushes and examines his feet before saying, “I think my toes.”

“I’d say so, all I had to do was look at them and you started giggling.” Turning the camera back to himself, he addresses the watchers again, “And there you have it folks, Liberty’s greatest dreamboats reduced to a pair of ticklish teenage boys for your pleasure and mine. Hope you enjoyed it, and see you next time.” With that, he ends the stream and looks back at the pair who have finally shifted, Justin stands, Zach stretches.

“We’re almost done, but I believe I’m owed trophies.”

The pair look at him in a combination of surprise and confusion but Ryan goes over to a case in the middle of the room and pulls the cover off to reveal a trophy case with different sneakers and tickle tools in it.

A look of embarrassed horror comes over their faces as Ryan opens up a large section and says, “I believe those sneakers would look perfect next to each other, just like you two were.”

“Ryan-”

Justin tries to protest but Ryan cuts him off. “I won’t send you home barefoot, now put them in here.”

There is something incredibly satisfying about seeing two of the top jocks in the school walking barefoot over to the hooks to retrieve their sneakers and then returning to the trophy case before dropping them in.

“Boys, don’t be spoiled-sports, put them in nicely. Show my new trophies some respect.

There is a bit of grumbling as they rearrange them nicely. Ryan lets him keep their socks, if it had been their baby blue Liberty tube socks, you can bet he would be displaying them, but since they’re regular, he doesn’t mind letting them get away. He admires for a moment, plans to turn one of Justin’s sneakers on its side, maybe angle one of Zach’s sneakers out… decisions, decisions. 

“And I think the conquering weapon as well? What do you think Justin? Zach’s was obviously that brush under his toes but you had a lot of trouble with a few tools.”

Watching Justin rub one foot awkwardly on the floor as Ryan makes him relive the tickle horror he just went through is nothing short of delicious, especially to contemplate what destroyed his feet the most. 

“I think…” he hesitates and Ryan loves how much thought he is putting into this because he could just lie and deprive Ryan of his fun, but instead he is seriously thinking about it. The only thing that would make it better is if Ryan could hear those thoughts.

“The tooth brushes I think.”

“I agree, I didn’t think a jock could squeal like that.”

Ryan decides the pair are cute blushing, and honestly they should have been gay. “Well as much as I would like to keep you boys here longer, I’m sure you need to go shout about manliness and jockhood somewhere so I’ll let you go.” He reaches down into a box under the display and pulls out two sets of slides, brand new, and says, “But let's make sure you don’t go out barefoot. It would be a shame to damage the goods like that.”

His smirk returns as he sees the scarlet blush heat up both their faces when they get a look at the slides, plain black at first glance but on the strap is the logo of his page, the Foot Friends, a pair of Fs with feathers.

There is a hint of disgust on Justin’s face as he slides his feet into them which melts to bliss, the same expression on Zach’s face as he steps into them. Ryan smirks. “Comfy aren’t they?”

“Yea, never felt such a cushy sole,” Zach comments dreamily. 

Ryan’s smirk widens as he says, “Perfect for silly jock boy feet.”

Both blush at that and basically get out of the room as fast as they can. Ryan gazes at the trophy case, excited at the prospect of getting his hands on them again.

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As they get into the car, Justin buckles his seat belt and says, “Well?”

Zach squirms and replies, “It was- everything I hoped for, I think.”

“You think?”

“I- could have done without having my sneakers taken.” He looks down at the stupid slides he’s wearing and blushes because he hates it… but he also loves it, and all of the other humiliating extras Ryan tagged on. “But thanks. For coming.”

Justin shrugs as he leans back in the seat, eyes closed, and says, “I got you bro, you know that. Besides, I needed the money for rent, so it worked out for me anyway.”

Zach lets out a sigh of relief as he starts the engine. A long time fantasy of his has been crossed off the bucket list and that’s kind of a relief but…

“What would you say if I said I might want to do it again?”

Justin cracks an eye and replies, “I mean… Ryan is kind of a douche. If he said one more thing at the end, I might have punched him. But if you really want to and don’t want to go alone, you know I’ll come with you.”

“But you won’t be happy about it.” He’s a little disappointed at the response and hesitantly probes, “You didn’t enjoy it even a bit?”

Justin shrugs. “Those sneakers were small but now I only have one pair and they’re really worn out. Plus Ryan sucks.”

“Yea…”

Zach lets it drop as he pulls out but at a light it dawns on him. “You didn’t say you didn’t like getting tickled.”

Justin glances down at his feet and shrugs. “Laughing is nice. Feels like I haven’t had a reason to lately. But I didn’t like how Ryan kept looking at us… like we were meat. It was gross.”

“Hmm.” Zach lets it drop. He doesn’t want to annoy Justin, not after the other boy decided to subject himself to that humiliation with him just because Zach asked him to. But he does wonder if maybe there is a world where he can get tickled more… and maybe get Justin more involved too.

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[kayleightarot]

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Good morning, Lovelies. Today we have messages of Fairness, Diplomacy, Problem-Solving Tarot of the Day: King of Feathers /Swords

This King embodies the intellect, philosophy, and creativity of the suit. An ability to function in those “higher graces” means this king is the ‘go to’ energy when you need linear, big picture, problem solving.  He isn’t distant or unattached as he seems, he’s just hard-wired to put ideals before people. Rest assured that his devotion, emotional intellect, wisdom, and capacity to love are as hard-wired as his ideals.

Like other court cards, he can represent an actual individual in your life; likely a darker haired, mature male, authority figure – one who is opinionated, forceful, and unwavering in their stance.

If this card indicates this behaviour in yourself, then, check your stance to ensure it is accurate Display your leadership by enlisting the help of experts where needed and being aware of the circumstances and opinions of the others involved. 

💚 At work, you may find there is a man of this description whose interactions with you leave you feeling irritated or otherwise diminished. Consider this person's personality in its entirety and/or the requirements of their position before you take offence; they are likely just doing their job in a straightforward manner.

💙 Today you may find that you or your partner is forcefully opinionated. If it's your partner, secure your boundaries, focus on the intellectual aspects of the conversation rather than the emotional.  If it's you, make sure you respect your partner and their mental state - if you feel an argument brewing, step back and make sure you haven't crossed over from assertive to aggressive.

🧡 However the King appears in your day, the situation will require his type of skill. Employ creative solutions, be considerate of the emotions of the others involved, and the success of the situation will be yours.

Peace out…

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[boytickler35]

Foot Friends Part 3

Art by KingofFeathers

Ryan can’t say he is totally surprised when Bryce storms up to him on the way out of school. The ‘king’ of the school is wearing his baseball uniform and Ryan does take a moment to appreciate how hot he looks before the angry teen is upon him.

“What the fuck have you been doing to my boys.”

It’s not so much a question as a hostile demand and Ryan can’t help but notice the possessive way Bryce refers to them as ‘his’. It works though, because he is already cooking a plan and is thrilled by its evil nature.

 “I tickled them.”

Bryce glares and replies, “Then stop it.”

“Ummm, no. Do you know the rush of having three different sets of hot jock feet to tickle to insanity.”

Bryce grits his teeth and replies, “No. And I don’t want to. Stay away from them.”

There is a lingering threat, vague, but implied. Mr. Walker controls the county, he backs almost every single successful politician and supports most of the local institutions in some way or another. Bryce is someone who has grown up thinking his dad, and therefore himself, are totally sheltered from everything. Unfortunately for him, Ryan has already made his choice for college and is getting out of this terrible place far from the reach of someone like Bryce.

“No, unless-”

Bryce raises an eyebrow at the unless and prompts, “Unless-”

“Unless maybe you get in my stocks for a round?”

Bryce looks offended by the thought, as if the notion is an affront to him so Ryan figures he needs a bit of… encouragement.

“Oh, you’re scared. I get it, based on the other three, I doubt those feet of yours have a chance. Might as well give up the king’s court but save the royal feet some humiliation.”

Bryce gives him an irritated look and then says, “I’d be careful if I were you.”

The other boy moves in closer to his personal space, squaring his shoulders and trying to intimidate him but Ryan is just amused. He’s never seen Bryce in a fist fight, Monty and Justin? Sure. In fact, they do it on Bryce’s behalf. So Ryan isn’t the least bit intimidated and reaches out to squeeze Bryce’s sides, almost immediately getting the larger boy to fall into giggles.

“Oh yea, you should give up now and just let me have my way with your friends. You’d never last.” He slips past Bryce and says, “All well big boy, the offer still stands. If you ever want me to stop tickling your friends and their cute feet, you have to give me a shot at yours.”

And that’s it, Ryan walks away and he fully expects to hear no more from Bryce.

A week later, Ryan leads the cocky jock, all dressed up in his baseball boy uniform, to the basement. Bryce is nothing like the other three, while Zach and Justin were nervous and Monty was serious, Bryce just seems pissed and he’s sure there is a reason but also doesn’t really care because he gets to play with the King of Liberty’s feet and tickle him into submission. 

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When they get to the bottom of the stairs, Bryce runs into the first of Ryan’s traps, things he’s done specifically to fuck with the other boy that he didn’t do to the previous three jocks. In this case, his display case, polished and proud. His eyes travel over it like he knows Bryce’s are doing at the same moment. A pair of baby blue sneakers with an electric toothbrush, black high tops with a brush, and finally a pair of red slides, well worn with a very faint outline of feet in the soles. Each of them are labeled; Justin, Zach, and Monty. His trophies, proof of his conquest. But that isn’t new, what he has added for today is the empty part, a fourth spot carved out already labeled Bryce and he knows Bryce is looking at it. Standing up on his top toes, he purrs in the jock’s ear, “Your cleats are going to look ravishing as part of my collection.”

“You’re a pervert,” Bryce sneers.

Ryan smirks as he replies, “You’re excited for it.”

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Always in such a hurry,” Ryan tuts but he leads Bryce to the stocks and lets the jock get in. He can’t help but saying as the teen settles down, “Giving your feet over to a fag for tickling, how the mighty have fallen.”

“When I finish your stupid challenge, I’m taking your collection back and you’re going to leave my boys alone.”

Ryan hums but says nothing more as he plucks off the cleats and pauses for a moment, and then strips the socks off too, deciding to get right into the bare feet. Taking a moment to pinch both of the big toes he asks, “Ready to get fucking wrecked?”

Bryce snarls slightly but it lacks bite and Ryan wonders what’s going on behind the handsome face. He expected Bryce to be more of a dick but he seems more nervous than anything. Not that Ryan minds. He traces his fingers along the soles and they are incredibly soft and plush under his fingers, the right mix of muscle and meat. Bryce tugs them back  almost immediately and he gives the boy a lewd smirk as the other boy puts them back in the cut outs. Ryan takes this opportunity to lock them in place and leave Bryce totally helpless, but before he gets into the tickling proper, he decides to pull out another trick he has set up. Moving away from the locked jock, he pulls a sheet off of something facing Bryce and reveals a large mirror.

“You’re sick,” Bryce says, but his voice wavers a bit and Ryan smirks.

“Not happy? I thought someone as vain as you would love this.”

Bryce squirms and curls his toes and Ryan notices the way he watches them in the reflection and can’t help but wonder if somehow Bryce has already lost the mental game. A bit disappointing since breaking Bryce was going to be the highlight and he’s not likely to ever get the story from the other teen, but all well, he still has one of the hottest guys in the school here in his stocks.

Returning, he starts gently scratching his fingers across Bryce’s soles. Lightly, not really tickling hard yet, but apparently, the feet he’s tickling are so soft, he doesn’t need to go hard. It’s a total one eighty from Monty’s feet which barely reacted to this at all because Bryce is already giggling, laughing almost, at almost nothing. The feet quiver in the most beautiful way, shaking and squirming- Ryan might be in love.

“You’re going to hold out? You’ll be begging me to stop in less than ten minutes,” he predicts, partly because he thinks he might be right and partly because it will infuriate the athlete. He doesn’t really pay Bryce any mind as he continues to explore the feet in front of him. It’s kind of funny, when it was the other three, he took a lot of pleasure in making them part of their tickly experience, but with Bryce, it almost feels right to mostly ignore him.

Ryan manages to get hold of one of one of the big toes and tickle just the pad. The result is beyond his dreams with the foot tensing up, he can feel the muscles straining to escape the tickling while behind him, he can hear Bryce’s deep belly laughs. He goes down the line, tickling each toe individually and discovers that the little toes are somehow even more sensitive than anything else, a silly little detail, but one he enjoys knowing.

Bryce demands to know how much time is left but Ryan tells him to figure it out. He’s personally not keeping track of it too closely at the moment, it would ruin the thrill to be counting seconds and he has Bryce on the ropes anyway, he could step in and break him at any moment and that’s enough for him.

It’s time to be mean though, and possibly end the game now as he slips his finger between two of Bryce’s toes and wiggles it around. He’s rewarded by a squeal, one of the least manly things he has ever heard. That’s good info to hold on to for later and he moves instead to the broad, silky soles. Bryce isn’t tall, not compared to some of the six foot plus goliaths in the school, and his feet aren’t that large, only a size nine, but they’re wider than any of the other boys so they still feel spacious.

He begins with his normal tactic of traces the lines and wrinkles in the soles, enjoying the laughter spilling from the boy. When he decides he’s done enough of that, he changes to flicking along the sole in very light, quick strokes and finds this absolutely devastating to the boy who can’t contain any part of the laughter. He continues to ignore the increasingly frantic calls to know what time it is.

At one point, he shifts to the sides and tops, not surprised to find them just as soft as the bottoms and also not really surprised to find that they are also ticklish, which he does of course comment to Bryce about. He tunes out the other boy’s reply, filled with laughter as it is, in favor of more tickling.

Sensing it’s time to wrap things up, Ryan decides to give Bryce a moment to relax before the finale. He reaches into his tool box as the stocked boy gasps for breath. He still has almost ten minutes and he has no plans of letting Bryce go early… but he does plan to secure his victory now as he produces a vivid purple feather.

He holds it up for Bryce to see and comments, “Not quite the shade of royalty, but I think it’ll do the job.” 

He watches the toes curl and smirks. “You could beg now.”

“Fuck off.” 

Ryan shrugs, works for him.

He brings the tip of the feather down with agonizing slowness, he can pretty much see the king of the school squirming out of his skin but Bryce’s eyes remain locked on the mirror, watching the feather descend on his feet. He likes knowing that the mirror works. The tip makes contact with the center of one of his soles and Ryan starts slowly tracing it around, not really using a particular strategy at the moment. He kind of wants to see the reaction he gets and he isn’t surprised when he does. Bryce doesn’t seem to react as much to hard tickling so the tip seems to blend tickling and maybe a bit of pain together, earning some giggles but also some grimaces.

That’s not the vibe he’s going for so he flips the feather over and uses the fluffy end and that has the desired effect, Bryce is left in stitches almost immediately.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who is feather ticklish. You’re my first.”

Bryce sputters but mostly laughs as intended and Ryan enjoys the feeling of the powerful feet squirming under him, helpless to stop the tickling. That said, he chose his words carefully to make it sound as dirty as possible by calling Bryce his first. It would be shameful to miss a golden opportunity to really mess with him. 

Still, it’s time to bring this will he won’t he game to an end and Ryan brings the fluffy part of the feather up to Bryce’s toes and without any pomp or circumstance, begins weaving it between the toes in an unpredictable, snaky pattern. He loves the unrestrained, almost manic laughter he creates and several times, he almost thinks he hears Bryce starting to beg him to stop but at those moments, he simply picks up the pace a bit to prevent that.

Sure, he could let Bryce end their little game, but there is something satisfying about controlling the jock so completely that he doesn’t even allow Bryce to end his own tickly torment. He does glance at the clock though and since they are down to five minutes he slows down just enough for Bryce to say the magic words,

“PlEHehAsEStAHOp!”

Ryan does, pausing the timer for the moment as he smirks at Bryce who is red faced, sweaty, and now totally dominated. He lets the boy suck in several ragged breaths before commenting, “Guess you weren’t tough enough to stand up to this either.”

Actually, he was far from it. Monty was definitely the toughest to tickle and Justin and Zach didn’t especially try to resist, it wasn’t part of the show they were all putting on so they had no incentive. Bryce did, and he still didn’t stand any chance.

The boy only glares at him, half heartedly, before shifting his gaze to look at his own well tickled feet in the mirror. Ryan lets him for a moment, enjoying the little toe show he puts on. Then, he grabs the feather and moves back in, to Bryce’s frantic protests.

“Wait! This is supposed to be over!”

“Well you lose, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to let you out. I still have five minutes on my timer and I plan to make the most of it.”

There is a look of shocked horror on the boy's face that Ryan likes to imagine represents the teen’s realization that he wasn’t even close to winning but he doesn’t bother to ask as he instead digs back in with the feather. 

He goes for about three minutes and then pulls out the smallest, most delicate of his brushes, a paintbrush for very detailed work with brushes that are softer than anything Ryan has ever felt before.

He works Bryce’s sweet spot again, right between his vulnerable toes, making sure to hit every bit just before the timer rings.

For several minutes after he opens the stocks, Bryce stays put, panting. It’s almost comical how dramatic it is but Ryan gets the feeling Bryce is trying to play a stalling game, not that Ryan intends to let him get away with it. As the teen reaches down to grab his cleats, Ryan casually reminds him of his deal.

“I believe those are mine now, but if you would be a dear and put them in my case for me, I would appreciate it.”

The scarlet color returns to Bryce’s face at the comment and Ryan is pretty sure he assumed right, that Bryce would try to get out of tickle tax.

“I-”

“Owe me a shiny pair of cleats, and you might as well put the feather in with it, gotta have the tool that broke the king.”

There is a bit of grumbling but Bryce does so and sets his cleats in while Ryan passes him a pair of slides to put on, commenting, “Can’t let these tootsies get roughed up on the pavement. Tata now, off with you.”

Part of him regrets doing this, he would love to bask in the humiliated jock’s awkwardness but dismissing him seems poetic, it’s how Bryce treats a lot of people, using them and then dumping them until they are useful to him again, so the slight seems appropriate.

Once the jock is gone, Ryan takes a moment to appreciate his trophy case, now with four sets of shoes and four tools. He isn’t planning on forgetting this anytime soon.

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Safe in his car, Bryce takes a moment to slide his feet out of the new, unwanted footwear and look at them. They’re extra pink, he can still feel the faint tingle of the feather on them…

Something has to be wrong with him because there is no reason he should have enjoyed that. He’s straight, and he’s not into feet or tickling or anything like that and his feet are off limits even to his girlfriends but somehow, that was maybe the most intense thing he’s experienced short of sex. He runs a hand over them and quivers, thinking about how they looked helpless in the mirror- and how he thought it was hot. Damn- this was not supposed to happen-

Except it kind of was. A week ago, he had the conversation with Ryan. After he returned from it, he demanded that Justin come over and interrogated him about why the hell he would go get tickled. When Justin held out on him, he saw the tanned feet and something clicked. It didn’t take much effort to get Justin’s feet in his lap and even less to start tickling him and there was something enchanting about the squirming toes and Justin’s helpless laughter. But even as he had dominated his best friend, he had been thinking of his own feet, perfectly pampered- Calling Ryan back up had been the most heart racing experience he could remember and agreeing to a thirty minute bet was pretense enough to get his feet into Ryan’s hands.

Shaking his head he slides his feet back into the shoes and turns the car on. He’s going home, taking a shower, calling Justin and making him come over and then he’s going to tickle Justin till the kid dies and maybe if he’s feeling magnanimous, he’ll let Justin tickle his feet a little.

Trophies. There isn’t much point in collecting them from Justy- he’s bought Justin half the shoes he owns and the rest are ratty things from a thrift store that he doesn’t want anywhere near his house. But he isn’t about to let Ryan one up him. And… there was a level of hotness to it all. Owning a tickle toy’s shoes- he hates that his own looked kind of hot in the display and that Justin’s and the others’ looked very hot.

As he starts his drive, he’s struck by the idea that Justin’s feet would look pretty cute in a pair of slippers, moccasins like his… and he could peel the off the younger boy's feet whenever. He needs to get home so he can start putting things into motion.

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