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Ticklish Farm hand

SFW, but some really evil tickling as the young farm hand learns what happens when he misses a day of work.

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Luke was attending community college in a small town and needed some easy to work to help pay for his bills. Being a small college town, there wasn’t actually much work to be had. After weeks of searching Luke found something that would pay the bills AND not interfere at all with his class schedule… but the downside was that it involved getting up at the crack of dawn and tending to and feeding cows on a farm just outside of town. Luke had a little 10 year old Volvo so getting out to the farm wasn’t bad, but it also meant that he had to call it a night pretty early most nights in order to be able to get up in the mornings. His boss, Richard, occasionally gave him days off so he could live the life of a college student.

One Friday night Luke was invited out to the bar by Nancy, a girl he’d been interested in since the start of the term. Luke had to feed the cows the next morning (as usual), but he didn’t think he could say no to Nancy. He told himself that he’d just go out early, limit himself to a few drinks, and make it home with plenty of time to sleep and wake up the next morning.

That didn’t happen.

Luke woke up the next morning with his phone chiming and a very large headache. He rolled over in bed, feeling the most hung over he’d felt in a very long time, and picked up his phone, squinting as he checked to see why it was making all this noise. At first he was confused, but confusion quickly gave way to panic when he realized he’d slept through his alarm. He wasn’t just late for work… he’d missed it all together. Checking his messages, he saw that he’d missed a few calls from Richard, his boss. Luckily, it was Saturday, so Luke would be able to drive down to the farm to apologize in person. Despite feeling like death, Luke got dressed as quickly as he could, put on his heavy work boots, and sprinted from his dorm room to his car.

When he arrived at the farm, Luke parked in his usual spot and beelined for the house. He knocked and waited. It wasn’t long before he heard the heavy footsteps of Richard coming to the door, and the very pissed off farmer answered.

“Luke, so nice of you to show up,” Richard said from the doorway. It was clear by the expression on his face that he was not impressed with the farm hand.

“Look, Richard, I’m sorry. Things got out of hand last night and I -”

“Save it. Cows were late getting fed this morning, which meant I had to go out and do it. It fucked up everything else I had to do today. When I hired you I said I was looking for someone dependable and reliable. I’m starting to wonder if you’re the right person for the job.”

Luke felt panic rise in his throat. He needed this job.

“Richard… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This is a one time thing, it’s never going to happen again! Give me a second chance, I promise I’ll be here every single day.”

Richard gave the boy a good, hard stare while Luke was shaking in his boots. He wondered just what was going through the farmer’s mind. It was clear that Richard was pissed, but it was also the first and only time that Luke hadn’t shown up.

“Alright, listen. I’ll give you one more chance. But you gotta follow me and do exactly as I say. You got it? Step one toe out of line and you’re gone. There’s lots of kids at your school who’d jump at a chance to replace you. Got it?”

Luke nodded eagerly.

“Yes, yes, absolutely. I’ll do whatever you say. Thank you Richard, thank you so much.”

“Alright, quit yer jabbering and follow me.”

Richard stepped out of the house and started making his way to his old wooden barn. As far as Luke knew, there wasn’t much in there since Richard built the newer, larger barn.

Pushing open the door, Richard and Luke both stepped in. It was a large building that still smelled like animals even though there weren’t any. Sunlight came in through the gaps between the boards and motes of dust floated in the sunbeams.

“Take a seat on the bench and take off yer boots,” Richard said, grabbing a nearby wooden crate.

“Oh, um, alright,” Luke answered, taking a seat as he was directed and untying his heavy work boots.

Richard returned and put the crate down in front of Luke.

“Alright, now prop those feet of yers up on the box. I gotta grab somethin’.”

Luke did as he was told. He dropped both boots on the ground beside the bench and hoisted his legs up, resting the heels of his white Hanes-sock feet on the wooden crate. This was getting weird, but he was willing to put up with a little weird if it meant keeping his job.

Luke just sat there, mindlessly wiggling his toes, waiting for Richard to return. It didn’t take long for Richard to come back. He was holding a tube of something in his hands.

“Alright kid,” Richard said as he pulled up a stool to sit in front of Luke’s socked feet, “time to see how farm life has been treating these feet of yours.”

“You’re going to what?” Luke sputtered as Richard pulled off both of his socks, exposing his bare feet.

RIchard leaned forward a little bit, inspecting the soles of Luke’s feet.

“Hmm, looks like they’re a little rough. That happens when you’re working on a farm. I’m guessing your feet were much softer and tender before you came to work for me, huh?”

Suddenly very uncomfortable, Luke gave a nervous chuckle.

“Y-yeah, I guess.”

“Well good thing for you I got the cure for that.”

Richard popped open the tube he was carrying and squirted some white substance into his hand. Luke was finally able to see it was some sort of moisturizing lotion.

“I keep a few bottles of this around. You’d be surprised how dry yer hands and feet get working out here.”

Without a word, Richard rubbed his hands together, smearing the motion between them, and grabbed one of Luke’s feet. Surprised that someone was touching his foot, Luke jumped slightly on the stool and instinctively tried to pull his foot away. Try as he might, he couldn’t. Richard’s grip was too strong.

“Remember what I said, kid. You do whatever I say or else you’re out of a job. I’m telling you to keep yer feet on this box and don’t move them. Understand?”

Not fully understanding what was happening, Luke just managed a sheepish nod.

Satisfied with the response, Richard turned his attention back to Luke’s foot. Using his powerful, rough hands, Richard began to massage the lotion into Luke’s foot. His thumbs pressed into Luke’s instep, working in small circles. His palms were flat against Luke’s broad soles, rubbing the lotion in. Fingers flossed between each individual toe, getting everything smooth and slick,getting a small embarrassed giggle from the college student.

“A little ticklish, are we? That’s good to know.”

Luke just leaned back on the stool and found… that he actually kind of liked it. He liked the feeling of those big hands working and massaging his foot. It was true, since he’d started working he’d noticed his feet were getting rough (and often sore), so having someone pamper them a little bit felt kind of nice. Weird as hell, but nice.

Richard continued to work silently, massaging Luke’s foot until it was nice, relaxed, slick, and cool to the touch. Pulling away, the farmer squirted more lotion into his hands again, rubbed them together, and went to work on Luke’s other foot. His hands gave the same care. Luke could feel the obvious strength in those hands, but Richard’s touch was gentle. Almost caring. If this was punishment for being late for work, Luke didn’t understand it.

Finally, after 10 or so minutes of constant massage, with Richard switching back and forth between the pair of feet, the farmer sat up.

“Alright, I think we’re just about ready. Remember what I said, you keep your feet on that box. No moving them unless I give the say so. You understand the rules?”

Not understanding the rules at all, Luke just gave a single nod.

“Good. Here we go then.”

Suddenly, one of Richard’s hands took firm hold of Luke’s left ankle, and the index finger of his other hand scratched up and down Luke’s arch. A shock went through Luke’s body and purely by reflex he tried to jerk his foot away. Richard’s grip was strong, and the foot didn’t go anywhere.

“This is yer one and only warning, Luke. You keep yer feet on the box or you’re out of a job.”

“W-What are you doing to my foot?” Luke asked, eyes wide and confused.

“I’m a strong believer in corporal punishment. It’s the only way some people learn. Unfortunately I can’t beat the lesson into you, so I got to get a bit more creative.”

The finger was back again, moving up and down very slowly over Luke’s lotion slicked (and sensitive) sole. Luke gripped the edges of the bench with both hands and held on tight.

“You’re tickling me…”

“Yeah, that’s right. And it’s going to get a helluva lot worse.”

The finger was suddenly joined by another, stroking up and down Luke’s left foot. The farm hand hadn’t been tickled since he was a kid and he was quickly learning that he was more ticklish than he figured he’d be. He closed his eyes and giggled, keeping his foot as still as possible. The two fingers were joined by a third, then a fourth, and soon Richard’s five fingers were wiggling into Luke’s sole. What was once giggling had turned into soft laughter. This was bearable. It was really weird (and could possibly be considered sexual harassment… if Richard was getting off on this) but bearable.

“Alright, we got a ticklish one here. Good job keeping yer feet on the crate, boy. Just hold onto yer hat for this.”

“What do you me-E-E-E-A-ANNN!!”

Luke tried to talk, but his boss attacked both of his feet at once, one hand on each. Where before it had been light tickles, this was an onslaught. Both rough hands, once gentle, were sadistic. Those strong fingers were now digging into the flesh of his feet, nails scratching and pads kneading. Luke tried his hardest to keep his feet on the crate as he was ordered, but it was hard. He kicked his feet a little, being careful not to pull them away.

“I-I-I’M S-S-S-OOOOORRY!”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be!”

Richard took hold of both of Luke’s big toes in one tight gripped hand and pulled them back, stretching the soles out. His other hand started tickling the two soles together, switching from one then the other, back and forth. He was scratching up and down quickly, taking the occasional moment to tickle both of his arches at the same time. Luke was in hysterics, head thrown back with laughter while his legs kicked and squirmed. He kept his heels on the crate as ordered. This was rough and intense, but being without a job was not an option.

“OKAY! HA HA HA! OOOOOKAY! I’VE… I’VE LEARNED MY L-L-LESSSSON!”

Richard didn’t answer, he just looked up from the pair of squirming feet he was tickling and laughed.

The sadistic farmer kept this up for several minutes, constantly moving his fingers around the stretched soles so Luke never had a chance to get used to the sensation. Mercifully though, he eventually stopped and let go of Luke’s toes.

“Oh fuck,” Luke panted, his face red and his forehead sweaty, “Holy fuck that was awful. I’ll never be late again, I swear, I’ve learned my lesson.”

It was Richard’s turn to laugh now.

“Ha! You think that’s it? Sorry kid, we still have one more thing. Here, let’s lotion those feet up again so they’re as slick and sensitive as possible, first.”

Squirting some into his hand, Richard started slathering a thick layer of lotion all over Luke’s soles. The farm hand giggled quietly, feet still quite sensitive from the previous tickling.

“Did you know we got barn owls around here? Sometimes I hear them at night, and sometimes I just find feathers the next morning. Want to see one?”

Luke watched as Richard pulled out a long brown striped feather.

“You’re going to tickle my feet with a feather? Doesn’t that only happen in cartoons?”

Richard grinned.

“If you think this only works in cartoons, you’re about to learn something new.”

Richard roughly grabbed both of Luke’s ankles and held them down. Luke’s eyes went wide as he watched the feather come closer and closer to his helpless soles while Richard dragged it out for dramatic effect. Finally the very tip of the feather touched Luke’s sole, and Richard swirled it. Nothing happened. Luke didn’t laugh… it didn’t tickle. Richard seemed somewhat disappointed.

“Aw shucks. Usually that works. Oh well, I know for a fact the other side will work.”

Flipping the feather around, Richard pressed the tip of the quill into Luke’s heel and dragged it up in one quick motion up to his toes.

Luke jumped in his seat, and almost pulled his feet right out of Richard’s grasp. Now that… that tickled! It was so much worse than the fingers. It was like a bolt of lightning shocked through his body, from his foot all the way up through to his head.

“FUCK!”

“Don’t worry, I got good penmanship”

Richard started at the top of Luke’s foot, and started writing on the sole using the tip of the quill. He read slowly as he went, not that Luke understood too much. He was making a sound somewhere between a scream, a squeal, and a laugh.

“I…. will… not… be… late… Maybe I need to write this a few times to get your attention?”

“NO! NOOOOO!”

“Yeah, I think we will. I’ll write it as many times as you have toes. Sounds fair, right?”

The feather moved from Luke’s sole up to his pinky toe.

“That’s one….”

He scribbled on the tad of the toe, trailing down the digit until he was in the gap under the toe. Once there, he scribbled again, digging the quill into the soft skin. Luke was rocking back and forth, eyes wide and bulging as he watched. He continued to laugh and scream, barely able to keep his breath.

“Okay, one down, 9 more times to go.”

Richard continued the following pattern just as promised. Pressing the point of the quill into the lotion slicked soles, sliding easily as he scrawled all over the soles. From left to right, he wrote ‘I Will Not Be Late”, from top of the foot all the way to the bottoms of Luke’s heels. He worked the tip into the flesh of each toe, working Luke somewhere between ticklishness and pain. Whatever it was, it was driving the boy absolutely insane. There were now tears freely flowing down his beat red face. The sides of Luke’s mouth were starting to ache from how large and wide his laughing smile had stretched.

But throughout it all, Luke managed to keep his feet in place. They kicked, they pulsed, they shook, and then buckled… but they never pulled back. It was single handedly the hardest thing Luke had ever been through in his life.

“PP-P-P-LEEE-ASSE. I-I-I CAN'T…” Luke sobbed.

“Don’t worry kid, I’m on the last one now…”

RIchard dragged out his final scrawl. He dug into the tender sole with each letter, really pressing into Luke’s foot. It felt as though Richard was taking minutes instead of seconds with each word and letter. Finally, having written his message into Luke’s feet, he brought the feather up to the one last assaulted toe: the big toe on Luke’s right foot.

“Just a little bit left, you can make it…” Richard teased.

The quill lightly touched the center of Luke’s toe. The farm hand’s over sensitive foot jerked and he sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes were wide with terror as he watched the final moments of his tickle torture.

Instead of pressing into the pad like he had with the other toes, Richard gave a shockingly light touch, doing small circles on Luke’s big toe.

Luke’s eyes stayed locked on the feather attacking his toe. His breath was jagged and sucked in through clenched teeth. His foot vibrated on the crate, threatening to pull back at any moment. He looked more like a frightened rabbit than a young man. Normally he wouldn’t be this ticklish to such a light touch, but the full experience of being tickled, and the lotion that was freely slathered over his feet, left him a wreck.

RIchard made the circles smaller and smaller, until finally he stopped. He leaned back on his bench and set the feather down on the table beside him.

“There you go kid, how do you feel?”

Under his sweater, Luke had sweat right through his thin white shirt. His hair was plastered to his head with sweat. He panted heavily, hands still tightly clenching the bench.

“So… so it’s… over?”

Richard nodded, getting up from the stool and walking towards the barn’s exit.

“Yeah, we’re done.”

Luke pulled his feet back instantly. His brain, being in survival mode, quickly tucked his feet under himself. Now they were protected against any more tickling.

“That was… what was fucked up, RIchard. Really fucked up. I thought I was going to die.”

This time it was RIchard who laughed.

“You did good though, you never pulled your feet away no matter how rough I was with you. You get to keep yer job. Just consider this yer one and only one warning. Don’t show up again and I’ll make what you just went through feel like child’s play. We understand each other?”

Luke said nothing, he just nodded his head furiously, still trying to catch his breath.

“Good. You can see yourself out. See you tomorrow morning.”

Luke didn’t leave right away. He needed time to settle himself back down. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Luke slowly put his socks back on with shaky hands. He grit his teeth and gasped out a giggle a few times as the socks slid over his over sensitive feet. Once his socks were on he slipped his feet into his work boots, but didn’t bother tying them up.

He made a pledge right there and then to never be late again.

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