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So a friend has continued to 'draw' on my feet. I think he's been doing a pretty good job!

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Not how I thought this poll was going to go, to be honest. I like to include a bit of both in my stories, but I will admit I go harder on option #1 than option #2

How do you like your stories?

How do you like the tickling in your stories?

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Met a new friend today who likes drawing on feet. Glad I could provide him with a suitable canvas: my soles. Now we just need to get together in person for the real deal 😉

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Just a short and silly story that Tumblr took down a while ago. Just some boys on cam fooling around with their feet. SFW unless you consider foot licking to be naughty.

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“Now just wiggle them for me”

“Wiggle them, like this?”

Garret , laying on his side in his underwear, flexed his toes back, flexed them forward, and tried his best to wiggle his toes one at a time.  He arched his sole, brought his feet closer together, and tried to wiggle them as seductively as possible

“Yeah, dude, that’s great.  People are eating this up.”

Garret and his buddy George had this plan.  Gay guys were willing to pay for anything online, even pictures of other dudes' feet.  Especially straight guys.  While George didn’t want to be on camera, Garret had no problem live streaming his soles and showing his face.  He wasn’t planning to become Prime Minister, so how could this come back and bite him?

“Alright, so the guys watching and eating this shit up,” George announced.  He was following all the comments, accepting donations, and watching little by little as money was coming in.

“Just keep like... wiggling them or whatever.”

After a half hour the donations started running dry.  People in the chat were asking for more from the boys.  George was responding, teasing the guys with promises of more, but didn’t know how long he could keep it up without the pair of them delivering on the good.

“Bad news,” George said, “the money has pretty much stopped and people are asking for specific things.  And believe me, with what they’re offering we might want to think about it.  I just… I just don’t know how comfortable I am with some of it.”

Garret was now showing off the tops to see if that would bring in a bit more than soles.

“Like… what sort of stuff?  I’m up for just about anything, but I’m not taking off my underwear.  Feet are fine, but I’m not showing my dick for anyone.”

“Naw, nothing like that.  They want me to join in and… do stuff with your feet.”

Garret paused and turned his eyes to his friend.

“Again, what sort of stuff?  Is it gross?”

“So... this guy is offering big cash if I kiss your feet.  Or smell them.  A couple other guys want me licking your feet on camera and they’ll donate too.”

“Like... how much cash?”

“Let’s just say this,” George said, rising out of the chair and walking towards his friend, “I hope you washed your feet today”

George got down on the ground so he was face to sole with Garret’s feet.  Both boys locked eyes, and after a moment of hesitation George brought his nose to Garret’s toes and made a big show of smelling them.  He took in a deep whiff of his friend’s feet and then sat back.

“How did they… smell?” Garret asked.

George shrugged.

“I don’t know, like feet I guess?  I’ve smelled worse in my life.  Maybe a little musky.”

George brought his face back to Garret’s feet and sniffed them a few more times, touching the tip of his nose to Garret’s soles as he did.  Knowing it was a request, he buried his nose in the gap under Garret’s toes and took in a deep breath.

“Wow, okay, it smells stronger there.  Let’s see if people liked it.”

Scooting back to the computer, George saw that more money had indeed some in.

“Apparently people liked me sniffing your feet.  They want more though.  Are you comfortable if I come over and kiss your feet?  One guy is offering like a hundred if we do.”

“Yeah, sure, I don’t care.”

Again, George came down in front of Garret’s feet.  He closed his eyes and took a few calming breaths.  

“Okay, I can do this.  Just think of the money.”

While he was feeling brave, he leaned forward and put a delicate peck on the big toe of Garret’s right foot.  

“So… how was that?  What did the kiss feel like?”

Garret shrugged.

“I don’t know, like someone kissed my toe.  Keep going if you’re up for it.”

George just nodded, paused a moment, and then leaned forward for another kiss, this time on the centre of Garret’s left sole.  He didn’t pull back this time.  He kept his face where it was and kissed up and down Garret’s foot.  He kissed Garret’s heels, his insteps, and placed a gentle kiss on each of the toes.  

“There, that should do it.”

George leaned back towards the computer.  Without thinking he licked his lips and made a face.

“Dude, my lips taste like your feet smell.  It’s weird.”

Checking the chat, it seemed donations had started rolling back in again.  

“People liked that.  I guess it was all worth it.  Wait, they want what?  Oh shit…”

“Oh shit what?”

“Oh shit they want me to lick your feet and suck on your toes.”

“How much are they offering?”

“A lot.  Like… a lot a lot.”

“So are we doing it?  And by we, I mean you, since it’s your mouth.”

“Shit… I mean, it sounds pretty gross, but the money is too good.”

George sat back and thought for a second, watching the guys in the chat begging for him to suck his friend’s toes.

“Fine, fuck it.  Let’s do it.”

George came back to Garret’s feet for a third time, and without any hesitation, opened his mouth wide and took the big toe on Garret’s left foot into his mouth.  He closed his eyes and sucked on the digit.

“Oh shit, that feels weird dude!”

George pulled his mouth off of the toe and rolled his eyes.

“Feels weird for you?  Fuck off.  You’re not the one with a guy’s toe in your mouth.”

George moved down the line of toes, taking each single toe in his mouth, one at a time.  He sucked on each toe, giving them individual attention, eyes rolling over to the computer screen now and then to see how the chat was reacting.

One he’d finished sucking on all ten of Garret’s toes, he took a deep breath.

“Okay, there’s one last thing they’re asking for.  Get ready.”

“Get ready for what?  What’s… OH SHIT!”

Garret jumped a bit on the bed when he felt his friend’s tongue slither up his foot, from heel to toes.  

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” George muttered, before going back down to the base of the foot and licking his way up again.  He kept licking, switching from foot to foot, as Garret lay there and giggled gently to himself.

“Shit dude, that tickles a bit.  Take it easy.”

George took a pause from licking his buddy’s feet to look up at him.

“Oh, we haven’t even gotten to that yet.  Just you wait.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.  People in the chat are already begging for something new already.  Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have any feathers, would you?” 

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How do you like your stories?

How do you like the tickling in your stories?

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I remember watching this on MuchMusic late at night. It's what caused teenage me to love The Monkees

Mike Nesmith and Peter Tork, both Monkees, barefoot in the Monkees music video for "Tomorrow's Gonna Be Another Day" (1966). They're in wetsuits, if that's your thing.

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Since Garashir was made canon by Lower Decks, it seems like this is a good time to re-share this story.

Cardassian Interrogation Techniques (A DS9 Tickling Story)

Starring Doctor Bashir (Ticklee) and Garak (Tickler)

“You expect me to believe that he confessed to everything… simply because you wouldn’t stop staring at him?”

Garak took a sip of his red leaf tea.  “My dear doctor, whatever it is you think about interrogation… I can guarantee it is wrong.  A well run interrogation is a work of art.  I was the artist, and nothing but the truth was my medium.”

Doctor Bashir let a coy smile creep across his boyish face.  “The artist working to create the truth?  What could you possibly know about the truth when only things that come out of your mouth are lies?”

“Just because I do not use the truth very often, dear Doctor, does not mean that I do not know it when I see it.”

“Or hear it, during an interrogation, I suppose?”

Garak smiled, “Precisely.”

“I still don’t understand how anything less than physical pain or torture could compel a man to speak.  Just staring at him?  Garak, either it’s getting easier to spot your lies or you are becoming far more transparent.” 

It was hard for Bashir to tell by the look on Garak’s face whether he was insulted or amused.

“I’ll make you a wager then, Doctor.  I believe I can get you to tell me anything I like… or even get you to confess to anything I can imagine.  All without using what your Federation training has taught you is ‘torture’.”

Bashir’s brow furrowed slightly, “And what, exactly, are we wagering here?”

Garak’s smile brightened, “Why, next week’s lunch of course.  Unless you’d rather make the stakes more… interesting?”  Bashir did not like the tone of the Cardiassian’s voice.

Bashir leaned back in his chair, his suspicious eyes scanning Garak’s face for any sort of deception.  “Alright, you’ve piqued my interest.  I’ll take that wager.  For lunch, only.  Just two rules though;  I don’t want to be hurt, and I don’t want it to interfere with or compromise my duties.”

Garak seemed almost surprised, “I do believe I can operate within those guidelines.  You do understand that once we start though, I do plan on seeing the… interrogation… all the way to the end?”

Doctor Bashir grinned and took a forkful of his salad to his mouth.  “Garak, believe me, I think my Starfleet training prepared me enough for you to stare at me for several hours.  I fully expect to be enjoying a free lunch by this time next week.”

“We’ll see, Doctor,” Garak smiled politely and took a bite of his lunch, “We’ll see”.

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Everything was too bright when Doctor Bashir’s eyes finally fluttered open.  His head was sore… he rolled his neck from side to side and tried to bring a hand to his forehead.  There was resistance.  He… couldn’t move his hand.  

“Wha… what…”

Through the fuzz in his head, Bashir could hear Garak’s sing-song voice, “Now Now, doctor, please don’t try and move around too much.  I think you’ll find that you’re quite immobile at the moment.”

The doctor tried to raise his head to look at his surroundings but the weight of his own head was too much to lift.  He tried to speak again.  Only a few mumbled sounds escaped his lips.

“I do suggest you relax, Doctor, it will take some time for that hypo-spray to wear off.  I’m afraid I may have given you a little too much.  Cardiassian physiology is hardier than human physiology, and I failed to take that into account.  I do apologize for the disorientation you’re experiencing right now… though I must say, it makes what I’m about to do much easier.”

Bashir could hear everything Garak was saying and was starting to regain enough strength that he could lift his head to see his Cardassian lunch partner.  His vision still swam in a swirling drug induced blur.

Doctor Bashir could hear the soft whirring of a tool, like one of Garak’s tailoring tools, and could feel his clothes loosening.  He raised his head and managed to get his eyes to focus enough to witness the jacket and shirt of his uniform being cut right up the middle.  His eyes rolled to the sides and he could see that he was on a table in Garak’s quarters, wrists firmly tied together at the top of the table. He tried to kick his feet but found they were much the same: his ankles appeared to be tied together and bound at the end of the table.

“Garak… my uniform!” Doctor Bashir’s words slurred embarrassingly from his lips.   

Garak ignored the outburst and continued cutting Doctor Bashir’s uniform from the base of his shirt all the way up to his neck.

“That’s good, Doctor, that’s very good.  Keep trying to talk and I’m sure that your ability to speak will return in no time.”

Doctor Bashir could do nothing as Garak peeled aside his uniform to expose his bare chest.  The Doctor was smooth and hairless across his chest and stomach, but a dark trail of hair led from under his belly button and into his pants.  With his arms stretched well above his head the Doctor looked slimmer than his already slim build.  Garak ran a cool hand over the exposed skin.  Bashir flinched under his touch.

“There we go, Doctor.  I do hope you’re not shy being as exposed as you are.  But don’t worry, as soon as we’re done I’ll either stitch up your uniform or just replicate you a new one.”

“Is this the best you can do, Garak?  Tie me down and ruin my clothes?  How will I ever resist you?”

“Believe me, doctor, when I start the interrogation process, you’ll know it.  Speaking of which, I have something to show you.”

Garak reached over to a table and pulled out a deck of playing cards.

“I’m told these are old Earth toys used to play games.  It seems a little too simple to me, but I read about a trick human’s used to do with them.”

Garak shuffled the cards in his hands and held one up.  It was the 3 of clubs.

“Now Doctor, before this is all over you’re going to tell me what card I just showed you, and then you’ll owe me lunch.”

Doctor Bashir rolled his eyes.

“If the rest of the interrogation is anything like we’ve witnessed so far, I think I’ll be the one enjoying the free lunch.”

“I admire your confidence, Doctor, but we haven’t even gotten started.  On that note, why don’t we get started?”

Garak slowly moved to stand near Bashir’s exposed chest.  Leaning down he put both of his hands flat on the doctor’s stomach.  With firm and careful hands he started kneading and massaging Bashir’s stomach.

“There now, Doctor, how does that feel?”

Uncomfortable and a little embarrassed to be this exposed, Doctor Bashir wiggled on the table to see how much he could move.  He was disappointed to see that he was stuck firmly in place.

“Maybe on Cardassia this is considered some form of torture?  Either that or you’re really lost your touch, Garak.”

Garak smiled pleasantly.

“Did you say ‘touch’, my dear doctor?  Let’s try a different kind of touch.”

Garak pulled one hand away from the doctor’s stomach, but very slowly brought one finger to Bashir’s belly button.  Garak slowly circled the pad of one finger all around the outside of the belly button before slipping his finger in.  He started wiggling his finger slowly, getting a few more squirms from the tied down doctor.  Then the Cardassian picked up speed.  Then he did it again.  Then again.  Then again.

Just as Garak was picking up speed, so too were the squirms of Doctor Bashir.  The doctor snorted once and tried to wipe away the smile that was breaking out on his face.

“G-Garak… wh-what are you doing?”

“Hmm?” Garak said, looking up to Doctor Bashir’s face.  “Oh, just a little test.  One that you are passing, I assure you.”

Despite his best efforts, a slight chuckle escaped the doctor’s lips.

“Oh, what’s that I hear, doctor?  Is someone… ticklish?”

Bashir stopped squirming and lay as still as he could.  

“Ticklish?  N-no, not at all… why do you ask?”

Garak pressed firmly into that belly button and wiggled his finger viciously.

“Now now, doctor.  I thought I was supposed to be the one that tells lies.”

The Doctor was now smiling ear to ear, unable to stop the odd chuckle or two from escaping.  He sucked in his gut to try and escape the finger that was tormenting him.

“Alright, it’s true.  I’ve been… I’ve been… hee hee… I’ve been ticklish since I was a b-boy.”

“Is that so?  Well, let’s see how far we can push you, then.”

Without warning, Garak pulled his finger free from the belly button he was teasing.  Using both hands Garak reached down and grabbed Doctor Bashir by his bare hips.  Squeezing tightly he dug his fingers in.

“NO Garak!  NOOOO!”

Doctor Bashir’s back arched and threw his head back, cackling.  Garak’s hands, which just minutes ago had been so calming and soothing, were now shooting lightning through Bashir’s entire body.  He felt like his nervous system was being overloaded with sensations that were ripping him apart.  Unable to say anything at all, he just whipped his head back and forth, barking with laughter.

“Ah, there we go, doctor… There we go.  Seems we are a little bit ticklish, aren’t we?”

“G-G-Garak!  STOP!”

Leaning down further, till his head was almost laying flat on the doctor’s chest, Garak simply picked up speed.

“I will stop anytime you want.  All you have to do is tell me what card I showed you earlier.”

“WH-WHAT!?”

Garak paused for a moment, smiling down at the now sweating doctor.

“Oh yes, I’m afraid so.  I’m going to tickle you until you tell me the card I showed you.”

Doctor Bashir breathed in sharp gasping breaths.  Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and his chest was starting to have a glistening shine.

“This is your plan, Garak?  You’re going to tickle me until I give up and give in?  This is nonsense.  Untie me, this is over.”

Garak shook his head, smiling as he did.

“Oh no no no, dear doctor.  As I said, once we started we’re seeing this interrogation through.  Besides, you’re a trained Starfleet officer.  Surely you can handle a little… tickling.”

Garak pounced for the attack again.  This time, instead of going for the hips, Garak started running his fingers up and down the doctor’s bare sides.  It didn’t have the same electric reaction that his hips had, but the feeling of Garak’s fingers dancing across his ribs was maddening.  The doctor started thrashing side to side.

“STOP!  I.. I… haa haa… I SAID ST-OP!”

Garak ignored the doctor.  In fact, the same pleasant smile was still on Garak’s face.  He showed no emotion as he tickled the doctor’s sides, no cracks in his expression as his friend and lunch companion yelled.

Pulling his hands back for a split of a second, Garak let the doctor get a breath in before the hands returned to the doctors sides.  This time, instead of the soft pads of fingers that were skittering across his ribs, the Cardassian was raking his firm nails.  The doctor’s body arched in the restraints.  His mouth gaped open without making a sound for several seconds.  When the doctor did regain enough sense, he started to scream.

“NOOO!  NOOOOO H-H-HELP!  HAA HAA HEEEELP!”

“My quarters are completely soundproof.  Don’t worry, doctor, we won't be interrupted.”  Garak spoke with a calm and polite tone.

The hands moved further up the doctor’s sides, just inches away from the armpits.  Bashir, meeting Garak’s eyes, shook his head and mouthed the word ‘please’.  He knew exactly what was coming next.

Garak’s 10 tickling fingers dive right into Bashir’s sweaty armpits.  They dug in, circling into the quivering flesh.  The doctor barked out a laugh.

“Have I hit a spot, doctor?  Here, let me see…”

The fingers that were digging into his pits pulled back, only to be replaced by a different sensation.  Garrack was running just the tips of his fingers over the sensitive skin.  The fingers moved like spider’s legs, gliding and moving, stopping now and then to swirl in the wisps of dark hair.

The loud barking laughs subsided, replaced with a calmer, but consistent, laughter.

“P-Please Garak.  Stop.  S-top.  Please s-s-stop…”

“As I said, doctor, this can end at any moment.  Any moment at all.  All you need to do is tell me what card you saw.”

Bashir started thrashing, wiggling about on the table to try and escape the fingers dancing in his armpits.

“Oh Garak, this is worse.  Th-this is so much, hee hee, soo much worse!  STOP, PLEASE”

“Tell me your card, doctor, and this can all end.  Only you have the power to make this stop.”

Garak’s nimble fingers skittered around in the damp armpits.  Doctor Bashir, red in the face and sweating bullets on the table, tried to pull his arms free to protect himself.  He had no such luck, no matter how heavily he pulled on his bonds he wasn’t able to even make them budge.  

Garak continued to tickle the exposed armpits for several minutes before he pulled his hands away.  The doctor’s body went slack on the table while his chest heaved.  

“What do you say, doctor, are you ready to tell me which card was yours?”

Through deep ragged breaths, Doctor Bashir shook his head.

“N-never.  I won’t give you the satisfaction.”

“I admire a man who stands by his convictions, however misguided they are.  Here, let me show you a little something I picked up from a traveling merchant this week.”

Garak crossed the room and pulled something out of a long thin box he had resting on his bed.  He opened one end of it and pulled out a very long, very full, and very fluffy feather.

“It’s a tail feather from an Andorian peacock.  Beautiful creatures.  Their feathers are very hard to come by, but look extremely smart when used in women’s fashion.”

Twirling the feather in hand, Garak walked back towards the tied down doctor.

“Garak… what are you going to do with that?”

“You’re about to find out.”

Standing beside the doctor with his calm and even smile, Garak brought the tip of the feather down to Bashir’s exposed armpits.

“Cootchie-coo, dear doctor.”

Garak waved the tip of the fluffy tail feather all across the still tingling pits.  The very tips of the feathers brushed along the sensitized skin.  Doctor Bashir was seeing stars.

“OH OH OH NO NO!  ST-OOOOOP!  PLEA-HE-HE-HES!”

“Seems my previous excursion into your armpits left them a little sensitive, doesn’t it?  I imagine then, doctor, that this must be absolute agony for you.  Care to tell me what your card was?”

Garak was right, his armpits he had just been tickling were still sensitive.  The light touche of the feathers would have already been intense on their own, but sore as he was from the previous assault, this was beginning to feel like torture.  The doctor knew he couldn’t back down.  He couldn’t give in to Garak.  He was here to prove that his Starfleet training could outlast whatever the Cardassian was throwing at him.

“N-NEVER”

“Have it your way, doctor.”

Garak hopped the feather from one armpit to the next.  If anything, this felt even worse.  Doctor Bashir continued to laugh, trying desperately to roll back and forth and squirm his sweaty under arms away from the tickling feather.

Garak continued to tickle both armpits, back and forth, for about 10 minutes.  The entire time Doctor Bashir was in hysterics, barely able to mumble anything other than the occasional plea for mercy.  Garak paid it no mind and continued his assault, smiling plainly the entire time.

Finally, mercifully, the tickling stopped.  Doctor Bashir, by now a sweaty mess on the table, felt his entire body relax as the tickling ended.  He huffed great big deep breaths, his glistening chest rising and falling.

“I will admit, doctor, you’ve lasted far longer than I expected you would.  I believe some congratulations are in order.”

“So… so you’ll… let me go?  I win?”

“Oh no, not at all.  I told you, doctor, that I was going to see this through till the end.  I still have one place to try.”

Bashir watched as Garak moved to the foot of the table and laid his hands down on the doctor’s uniform boots.

“Garak…”

Garak started sliding one of the boots off of the doctor’s feet.

“Hmm?  Yes, doctor?”

“W-what are you doing?”

The boot slipped off, exposing Bashir’s black socked foot.

“Stripping you of your boots and socks.  I thought that much was obvious.”

Garak grabbed the other boot and slipped it free, letting it fall to the floor.

Feeling the cool air on his sweaty socks, Doctor Bashir fully flexed his toes.  His toes then curled up, hoping to grip the socks tightly enough that Garak would have trouble taking them off.  It didn’t help.

Garak grabbed the toes of both socks and started slowly pulling them off.  First the doctor’s smooth heel was exposed, then the socks started making their way up his sole and instep.  Finally, the black socks slipped over the doctor’s grasping toes, exposing both of his bare feet.  Garak let the socks fall to the floor.

“From what I’ve read, the feet are supposedly one of the most ticklish parts of a human’s body.  Is this true, doctor?”

“Th-there are plenty of sensitive nerd endings, it’s true…”

The doctor looked down at his own feet.  The tops and toes had wisps of curly dark hair and his nails were pink and nearly trimmed.  What stood out the most about the doctor’s feet were that they were built much like him: long, slim, and lanky.

“There we go, doctor.  I hope you’re more comfortable.”

“I would be more comfortable if you would untie me from this table.”

Garak reached down and started scratching a single finger up and down Bashir’s right sole.  The touch was soft and light, little more than a tease of things to come.  With his nerves already frayed, the doctor instantly started curling his feet defensively and started giggling behind firmly closed lips.  Doctor Bashir closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to ignore the tickling finger.

“Oh doctor, this ends as soon as you say it ends.  Just tell me what your card was.”

Doctor Bashir didn’t say a word.  He opened his eyes to glare at his Cardiassian friend and firmly shook his head ‘no’.

“Alright, but remember, this is all by your choice.”

Garak removed his one tickling finger and brought back the long fluffy feather.

“I watched some Earth media to get ready for this little session.  Everything I saw told me that feathers on the soles of the feet are supposed to tickle.  Is this true, doctor?”

Again, Bashir said nothing and shot daggers with his eyes.

“Very well, let’s find out together, shall we?”

Garak lowered the feather down to Bashir’s right foot and started to waggle the feather over the exposed soft and sweaty sole.  Doctor Bashir closed his eyes even tighter and rolled his head back and forth.

“No no no no no,” he chanted over and over again, trying to ignore the ticklish sensation that was radiating up from his foot.

“I’m sorry doctor, I’m afraid I can’t hear you.”

Garak picked up the speed and force with which he was tickling the lean, long, foot.  The doctor gasped, a few giggles leaking out when he did so, but he kept his eyes firmly shut.

“Hee hee…. No no no…”

“No?  It doesn’t tickle?  Then I suppose I need to try a little bit harder.”

The feather started bouncing from foot to foot, tickling from the tips of Bashir’s squirming toes down to his heels.  The feather would stop on the insteps, tickling the strong arches of each foot.  

Squeals and giggles continued to escape from the Doctor’s shut lips.  Still, he remained defiant and kept his eyes firmly closed and tried to keep his lips tight so that no laughter escaped.

“Let’s try a different approach, then.”

Garak brought the feather up to Bashir’s toes.  Instead of tickling all ten toes together, he laced the feather between the big and second toe on the doctor’s right foot.  Without missing a beat the Cardassian tailor began flossing the feather back and forth between both toes.

The doctor wasn’t able to keep it in this time.  His head tilted back and he started to laugh as the feather tickled between his sensitive toes.  No one had ever touched him like this before.  He tried to grab the feather with his long toes, trying to keep it from sliding so effortlessly between them, but it didn’t work.  The more he tried to clench the more Garak sawed back and forth with the long exotic feather.

The feather moved down the line of toes, flossing and tickling between each and every single one of them.  The doctor, bursting with laughter the entire time, had his head swimming in ticklish over-stimulation.  By the time Garak was done with one foot, Doctor Bashir had tears rolling down his cheeks again.

“Please… have mercy…”

“Oh doctor, mercy is something I’ve never had much use for.  Are you ready to tell me your card?”

Doctor Bashir was shocked to find that he almost gave Garak what he wanted right there and then.  Despite all of his Starfleet training, he was ready to give up.  

“Garak… no.  I… I can’t.”

“No?  You’ve honestly lasted longer than I thought you would, doctor.  But I do have one more trick up my sleeve…”

Garak pulled something out of his pocket.  It was small and metallic, fitting easily in the Cardassian’s hand.  It looked like a larger, thicker laser pointer. 

“I use this for hemming women’s dresses, but I recently learned a different use for this stitcher.  Here, let me show you.”

Bringing the tip of the stitcher about 6 inches away from the doctor’s bare foot, Garak turned a knob and the machine whirled to life.  It started slowly.  At first a small warm spot developed in the centre of Bashir’s sole.  That warm spot began to expand and grow hotter.

“Garak… what are you doing…?”

“Just wait, Doctor,  We’re not there yet.”

The spot got warmer and bigger.  It didn’t feel like it would burn, but it was getting uncomfortably hot.  The spot was now almost as big as Bashir’s entire foot.  The feeling began to intensify and it began to… tickle.

“Oh Garak, no no… hee hee… no please!”

The doctor was giggling again, and it was only getting worse.  The feeling was spreading across his entire foot.  It felt like there were dozens, no… hundreds, of tiny hot fingers scratching up and down his teased sole.  Full belly laughter was starting to break free from the restrained doctor… and the sensation was only getting stronger.

“St-o-o-p!  W-WAIT!”

“You know when this stops, doctor.”

The feeling was so intense now that it was all that the doctor could think or feel.  It was the most insane and mind wracking thing the doctor had ever felt in his entire life.  He screamed, he kicked, he tried to curl his toes, but nothing helped.  His foot was on ticklish fire and he was completely helpless.  The heat radiated through his foot, up his leg, and into the rest of his body.  It made the skin on his entire body feel like it was being tickled.  

“G-G-GAR-RAK!”

Doctor Bashir was now cackling.  Ticklish vibrations were bouncing around inside his body, all coming from the hot spot on the bottom of his foot.  He thrashed in his bonds, big heavy drops of sweat splashing off of his tormented body.  His face and chest were now flushed red from all of the laughter.

Something broke inside Bashir’s mind.  He needed this sensation to stop.  He needed his body back.  

“THREE OF CLUBS!”

Garak turned the machine off.  Like flicking a lightswitch, all of the sensations came to a stop.  The doctor’s body went limp and he simply lay on the sweat drenched table.  His slick skin was quickly cooling, making his shiver.

“What was that, Doctor?”

“My card…,” the Doctor panted, “... it was the three of clubs.”

Garak smiled down at the broken doctor.

“I’m gratified to hear that, doctor.  I was worried I was running out of ways to tickle you.  Still, have you broadened your understanding of what an interrogation is?”

“Garak… just untie me.  I’m never going to look at a feather the same way again.”

Garak began carefully untying Doctor Bashir from the table,stopping to massage his wrists and ankles.  The Cardassian’s strong, cool, hands felt amazing on the doctor’s wrists as they massaged where the ropes had been tied.  However, when those hands started massaging the doctor’s ankles, the giggles returned.  Garak continued the massage, ignoring the stray residual giggles from the exhausted doctor.  Once Garak was finished with the gentle massage, he helped Doctor Bashir get dressed again.  Sliding the socks and boots over the doctor’s feet was almost impossible… they were still that sensitive.

“I do hope this gives you a new appreciation for a well-run interrogation.  Without leaving a single mark on your body, wrists and ankles aside, I, a plain and simple tailor, managed to break one of Starfleet’s youngest and brightest officers.”

“Yes.. yes,” Bashir managed from his hoarse throat, “You won our little bet.  I didn’t think I was that ticklish…”

“Lucky for me, you are.  Now, doctor, why don’t you make your way home and I’ll see you next week,” Garak gave the sore doctor a wink, “for my free lunch.” 

[tickle-minion]

A Ticklish Christmas Gift

It's a day late, but here we have this year's Christmas story! It's completely SFW and features two cute boyfriends playing around with tickling for the first time.

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December 23rd

“Surely you can’t be serious”

“First of all, don’t call me Shirley.  Second of all, I am absolutely serious.”

Darren and Mike had been together for 3 years, but this was going to be the first Christmas where they lived together.  Darren had always loved Christmas, so he’d gotten them a tree, decorated the house, purchased warm fuzzy sweaters… the entire holiday experience.

Though their sex life was good, there was always something that Darren wanted.  Something he hadn’t shared with his boyfriend… until now.

As they both cuddled on their bed together, Darren was showing Mike a video.  A video where a cute young blonde guy, wearing nothing but a tight pair of underwear, was tied down and getting tickled.  One guy was at his head tickling his armpits, and another guy was at his feet flossing a feather between his toes.  Everyone was laughing and smiling in the video, especially the poor guy who was strapped down.

“People get off on this?  Like, they actually like watching other guys get tickled?”

“Hey, no kink shaming on the promenade.  And to answer your question, lots of people like this stuff.  Hell, I knew I liked this before I knew I liked dick.  Believe me, there’s much stranger shit I could be into.”

Mike just stared at his screen, listening to the tied up blonde laugh and beg till he was red in the face.

“So, I don’t know what to say, do you want to be the one tickling, or the one being tickled?”

“Tickler and ticklee, respectively.  And while I’m open to both,” Darren averted his eyes a little bit and a faint blush grew on his cheeks, “I kind of… really want to be the ticklee.  I want someone to tickle me till I beg them to stop.”

Mike just stared at his boyfriend, muting the video on his laptop.

“Again, you can’t be serious.  How have you never told me about this before?  How big of a thing is this for you?”

“I mean, it’s big enough that I’m telling you about it now.  I don’t know, I just didn’t know how you’d react.  I’ve brought it up with boyfriends before… but it tends to freak them out.  I just feel like I can trust you.”

Mike turned his eyes back to the screen.  As the blonde was thrashing around, the man at his feet was tickling them with his fingers.

“I’m glad you told me, but, and don’t take this the wrong way, it’s kind of weird.  We’re not breaking up or anything, I just want some time to process this.  Is that okay?”

Darren looked a little disappointed, but he nodded.

“I’m just glad you didn’t laugh at me, to be honest.”

Mike smiled and pulled Darren in close and kissed the top of his head.

“I thought laughing was something you were into.” 

Darren giggled and pushed Mike away.

“Shut up.”

December 25th

Mike and Darren had spent the morning opening presents together.  Dressed in Christmas onesies that Darren had picked out (Mike’s was a reindeer, Darren’s was a snowman), they were sitting cross legged surrounded by discarded wrapping paper.  They didn’t go overboard with gifts, but they did make sure there was enough under the tree for each other to have a good morning.

Once all of the presents were unwrapped, Darren leaned back on his hands and gave a contented sigh.

“This was nice.  Best Christmas ever.  I just wish there were more presents to unwrap, you know?  Not because I want more stuff, but it’s just been fun.”

A grin slowly spread across Mike’s face.

“Well… what if I told you I got you one more secret present?”

Darren’s eyes went wide.

“A secret present?  Ooo, I like the sounds of that.  Does it involve stripping out of these onesies and going to the bedroom?”

Mike laughed and shook his head.

“No, at least not in the way you’re thinking.  Here,  let me get it.”

Mike stood up and padded across their apartment in bare feet.  He rummaged around in the closet and came back with a dark red box tied with black lace ribbon.  He handed Darren the gift and sat back down on the floor.

“Wow, okay.  It looks like something you’d use in a sexy photo shoot.  Let’s rip this bad boy open and see what’s inside!”

Mike watched with a suspiciously large grin while Darren unwrapped the box.  Under the wrapping paper was a plain brown box.  Opening it up Darren found a bundle of dark red rope with a feather resting on top.

“I… don’t get it.  Is this like a riddle or something?”

Mike didn’t say anything, he just continued to grin.

“Mike, you’re freaking me out.  At least give me a hint.  Why would you give me rope and a feather?  What are you supposed to do… wait… wait, no.  Surely you can’t be serious?”

Mike’s grin grew a little wider.

“It’s exactly what you think it is.  And don’t call me Shirley.”

For the first time in their relationship, Darren was speechless.  He just looked from the box to his boyfriend and back again.

“I mean, wow.  You really want to?  I thought I might have freaked you out the other night when I showed you the tickle video.”

“Not going to lie, it’s a little weird and I don’t get it, but it’s important for you.  If it’s important to you, it should be important to me too.”

Without warning, Darren launched himself onto his boyfriend, tackling him to the ground, and gave him a passionate kiss.

“This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.  Thank you.  I just have one question for you…”

Mike laughed and pushed Darren off of him.

“What’s the question?”

Darren stared at his boyfriend with wide, pleading eyes.

“When can we do it?”

Mike hmm’ed and haa’ed, scratching his chin.

“Well… I don’t know.  That’s a tricky question.  Do you have any big plans for the rest of the day?”

“No…”

“So, why not now?  Let me get some stuff ready and I expect you to be in just your underwear on the bed in 5 minutes.”

Darren ran from the livingroom to the bedroom in record time.  As Mike walked into the room holding the box, Darren was already on the bed, onesie discarded on the floor, wearing a pair of white boxers with little Santa faces all over them.  

“So what else is in my present, hmm?  Can I look?”

Mike chuckled and put the box down on the other side of the bed.

“Nope, it’s all a secret.  I watched some videos and stuff to get ideas and snuck out to get a few things.  Hopefully they’re good.”

Mike pulled out the rope and tossed it on the bed.  Darren reached out to touch it, feeling the soft cord of the rope.  

“Do you know what to do?  We’ve never tied each other up before.”

“Yeah, I think I know what to do.  Like I said, I watched a few videos so I have a plan.  Why don’t you lay down face up and spread your arms and legs out.  Lots of the guys in those videos you like are tied up like that.”

Darren did as he was told, and Mike went through the process of binding his wrists and ankles to the posts of the bed.  It took a little while since Mike had never done this before, but in the end Darren was tied down and unable to move.  Darren pulled and struggled, but this despite being Mike’s first time tying someone up, he’d had done a good job.

“Okay… so I’m tied down.  What happens next?”

Darren’s voice was a mixture of excitement with a little bit of fear.

“Now whatever I want happens.  Hopefully you like your present.”

Mike reached into the box and pulled out the feather.  It was brown, long, and stiff.  Darren had no idea where Mike had even been able to find a single feather like this.

Mike came up to the head of the bed, twirling the feather in his fingers.

“Now, let’s see if this works like in those videos you made me watch…”

Bringing the tip of the weather to Darren’s left armpit, Mike gently twirled it.  Darren twitched, pulling slightly on the rope that was stretching out his arm, with a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.  Emboldened by the small reaction, Mike dipped the feather in further in, stroking the sensitive skin of Darren’s armpit.

“Hey… that… geez…” Darren giggled.

“How is this?  Is this working for you?” Mike asked, focused on the feather.

“It’s… mean.  Hee hee…  yeah it’s working…”

Mike kept the slow light tickling of Darren’s armpit up for several minutes, just stroking the feather delicately up and down, twirling it through the soft blonde hair under Darren’s arms, 

“Am I supposed to say coochie-coochie-coo?  Is that traditional?”

Darren bit back some giggles and shook his head.

“If you s-say it, I m-m-might puke”

“Sounds like tough guy talk.  Let’s see how tough you are when I do this.”

Mike dropped the feather and launched into an attack.  He buried his fingers in both armpits, one hand per pit, and started digging his fingertips in.  He wiggled his fingers into the tender flesh under Darren’s arms.

Darren jerked in his bonds and bucked his hips.  Soft giggles gave way instantly to barking laughter.  As Darren started to laugh, Mike did too.  He was surprised at how much he was enjoying this.  He’d always teased his boyfriend before, but now he was genuinely tormenting him.  And it was fun.

Those hands assaulted Darren’s pits, kneading and poking and prodding.  He played with the hair, running his fingers through it, twisting it a little, giving the soft blonde hairs little tugs now and then.  He was surprised, he’d never thought much about armpits before, but Mike was coming to realise that Darren had pretty cute ones.  For armpits, that is.

His hands started to go lower, down to Darren’s ribs and chest.  Mimicking what he was in videos, Mike splayed his fingers out and pretended his hands were spiders crawling up and down the exposed skin.  Darren couldn’t do anything to stop it.  Gone where the gentle giggles from the feather.  Here was the intense laughter of true torture.

That’s when Mike found it.  Right in the middle of Darren’s ribs Mike found a spot that made his boyfriend jump.  He paused for a second.

“Hmm, what’s this then?  Did I find a weakness?”

“N-no!  Fuck off!”

“That’s no way to speak to your loving partner.  Tsk tsk.”

Using just one finger from each hand, Mike pressed his fingers into the spots on Darren’s ribs.  He’d found two spots right between his ribs, one on each side of his chest, that was like pressing a button.  Each time he did, Darren would jump and cackle.  As Darren was starting to sweat, sliding his fingers across Darren’s chest and pressing into those spots was becoming easier and easier.  

“N-NO!  PLEEEASE STOOOOP!”

Mike stopped instantly, looking down at Darren with worry in his eyes.  Darren took a few shaky breaths and looked up at his boyfriend.

“Why did you stop?”

“Well… you don’t me too.  I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Darren grinned.

“If I say stop, that just means harder.  If I want you to actually stop I’ll say banana or something.”

Mike rolled his eyes.

“So many rules.  Alright, let’s go!”

Mike continued to assault Darren’s ribs.  His boyfriend could do nothing but laugh and yell obscenities.  Mike realised he really should have been recording this for blackmail.  The next time Darren wanted them to go to visit his parents, he could just threaten to show this video and expose what a potty mouth their son had.

Mike’s fingers explored every inch of Darren’s chest.  From wiggling a finger in his belly button to kneading his hands into Darren’s tummy, Mike’s hands did everything he’d seen on the videos that Darren apparently loved.  He didn’t know how long he had been tickling his boyfriend’s chest and sides, but once Darren started to get red in the face, he stopped.

Darren’s chest was now heaving, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body.  He could feel the damp bed sheets under his body and knew they’d have to be changed.  His limbs were starting to ache a little bit from being tied up and him pulling on them, but it was all worth it.  Everything had been perfect so far.

Mike, happy with how he’d worked over Darren’s upper body, slowly made his way down to the foot of the bed.

“So, your feet are next, I guess.  Any idea if they’re ticklish?”

Darren took a long breath, let it go between pressed lips, and shook his head.  He curled his toes at his boyfriend.

“No idea.  I’ve never gotten this far with a guy before.  You’re going to find out I guess.”

“This is going to sound really weird, and I can’t believe I’m saying it, but I really hope you’re ticklish.  Maybe I can make you scream like those guys from the videos.”

Darren didn’t respond, but instead turned a bright shade of red.

Using his index finger, Mike scratched his nail up and down Darren’s arch.  Instantly Darren broke into a peal of giggles and curled his toes.

“Ah ha, so your feet are ticklish.  The toes are annoying though, let’s fix that.”

Gripping Darren’s toes tight in one hand, Mike pulled them back, flexing the sole, and started scratching two fingers up and down Darren’s arch.  Darren tried to pull his foot away and curl up his feet to protect against the tickling fingers, but Mike’s grip was too tight.  

“There, this is good, how’re you feeling up there?” Darren didn’t answer as he was laughing too hard.  It seemed his feet were much more sensitive than his upper body, and Mike had managed to make him beg to leave his ribs alone.  He didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold out against Mike’s attention on his soles.

Two fingers became three, then three became four, and soon all five of Mike’s fingers were raking up and down the squirming sole.  Darren was shaking, tugging on his bonds, trying desperately to pull his foot away.  After what felt like hours of tickling his eyes were starting to sting where the sweat from his forehead was trickling down.  

“PLEASE!  PL-PLEEEEASE!”

“Fine, maybe a little break.”

Mike let go of the foot and let Darren relax for a moment.  His whole body sagged on the bed as he huffed great heaping breaths of fresh air.

“Fuck…” was all Darren managed to mumble.

“You take a second to recover, because I have something that I saw used in a video that just broke a guy.  I ordered it off of Amazon and it showed up last night.  Didn’t think it would get here on time, but looks like it’s your lucky day!”

Mike paused.

“Or maybe not so lucky.  Let’s find out.”

Darren closed his eyes and focused on his breathing while he listened to Mike rummage around in the gift box.  This already exceeded his wildest fantasies, and he was both excited and terrified at what was about to get used on him.

Suddenly, he felt it.  Something cold, metal, and pointy ran from his sole up to and over his big toe.  His entire body jerked and jumped on the bed.

“FUCK!  What the FUCK was that!”

“It’s called a pinwheel.  See?”

Darren looked up to see what it was.  A small metal device with a circle of pins at the end of a handle.  Darren had seen these used before in his videos, and he knew just how awful they could be.

“Wait... Please, baby, wait.  I was thinking this would be more of a beginner session, you know?”

Mike grabbed Darren firmly by the ankle.

“I don’t think you get to make that call.”

The pinwheel pressed a little more firmly this time into Darren’s heel.  With a very slow and careful hand Mike rolled the tickle tool up over the heel, across the instep, over the ball of the foot, and finally over the toes.  The entire time Darren was laughing, his head thrown back, pulling uselessly on his bonds.

“STOP!  SH-SH-SHIIIIIIT!  STAAAWP!”

“Too bad, cupcake.  Someone told me stop means harder.  I wonder who could have said that?”

This time Mike brought the pinwheel up in one quick movement, making Darren gasp and yell.  He did so again and again, zooming the pinwheel in fast motions up the quivering foot.  Darren continued to beg for mercy, but Mike wasn’t showing any.

“Okay, I’ve enjoyed our little session, but I think it’s time we finish it off.  Ready for the grand finale?”

“P-lease… let me c-catch my b-b-breath…”

“Sorry babe, not on my watch.”

Mike grabbed the ankle of the un-assaulted foot and pressed the pinwheel into the heel.  Darren gasped again.  Mike rolled the pinwheel up, and instead of pulling it off the foot, he rolled it back down again.  Darren tried desperately to kick his foot out of the way, but there was nothing he could do.  Mike continued to roll the wheel up and down, up and down, getting faster and faster as he went.  Darren couldn’t take it any more.  He’d been tickled longer, and harder, than he’d ever had been in his life.  His body was sore, his skin was on fire, and his brain felt like mush.  Everything was total sensory overload and he was in that space between pleasure and pain.  He wanted to beg and plead for mercy, he wanted to offer his boyfriend anything he wanted to make it stop, but all he could manage to do was laugh and scream at the tops of his lungs.  He was sure the neighbours could hear everything.

Finally, Mike stopped.  Darren’s entire body instantly went limp.  Absolutely glistening with sweat now, his chest heaved up and down as he sought to get as much air in his body as he could.  He still giggled though, the feeling of phantom fingers were stroking his ribs and feet.

“Holy…. Fucking… hell…  Mike, that was… shit…”

“That was shit?  Damn, maybe I need to start all over again and do a better job!”

Darren jerked up, eyes wide with panic.

“NO!  NO PLEASE!”

Mike laughed and started untying Darren’s ankles.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’d be able to go another ten minutes.  No offence, but you look like shit.”

Darren simply lay there as his boyfriend went through the process of untying him.

“Yeah, well, someone just tickle tortured me for… wow, how long was that?”

Mike checked his watch.

“Maybe about an hour?”

“AN HOUR!?  Sweet fuck, it felt like forever.”

“I don’t know about you, but I could have easily gone for another hour.  This tickling thing is pretty easy.”

“Not so easy when you’re on the other side of the feather, let me tell you.”

Mike lay down beside Darren on the bed.

“We’ve got no plans for Boxing Day.  Maybe you could show me?”

Darren turned his head to look at his boyfriend and offered a wolfish smile.

“Sounds like a plan.”

[tickle-minion]

Recon

Are you on recon? I'm back on recon! Feel free to add me if you'd like to chat there. Look up: TickleMinion

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Working on a new Christmas story right now, but figured I would reshare last year's! Merry almost Christmas ⛄

Ticklish Christmas Morning

Just a short and stupid ticklish/foot worship story for Christmas morning. Happy Holidays!

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“Hey, time to get up!”

Darren just couldn’t get his boyfriend, Jeremy, to wake up.  Normally Jeremy being a really heavy sleeper was a good thing, it meant that Darren’s tossing and turning (and occasional snoring) didn’t bother him.  But on certain days, like Christmas morning, it was a pain in the ass.

“Hey sleepy head, it’s time to get up.  Common, I want to open presents!”

Still, Jeremy didn’t move.  This was frustrating.

Darren flopped down on the bed beside Jeremy, jostling the sleeping boy.  Darren reached over, grasped his shoulder, and gave him a shake.  Still no sign of waking up.  He leaned closer and gently blew in his ear.  Still nothing.

“Alright, time to get drastic…”

Darren climbed to the end of the bed and settled himself at Jeremy’s feet.  Darren has a not-so-secret weakness for feet, and Jeremy was happy to let his boyfriend indulge in his kink.  It was lucky that Jeremy had particularly hot feet.  And sensitive, too.

“Hey, common,” Darren leaned down to Darren’s feet and planted a kiss in the middle of Jeremy’s arch, “time to wake up and be showered with gifts.”

No movement.

Darren wasn’t going to give up.  He was going to get Jeremy up one way or another.

He kissed his way up and down Jeremy’s soft foot, enjoying the feeling of the velvety skin on his lips.  Darren made sure to pamper Jeremy’s feet, so they were always in the best condition they could be.  He planted a kiss on each toe, starting from biggest to smallest, but all that accomplished was Jeremy giving a sleepy sigh and wiggling the kissed toes.

“Hmm… now I don’t know if I want you to wake up…”

Darren ravished both soles with kisses.  Up the arches, down the sides, on each toe, over the heel, and even up to the ankles.  He relished the feeling of kissing his sleeping boyfriend’s feet, but all it managed to do was get the occasional twitch or wiggle out of them.  It was time to step his game up.

Knowing that his boyfriend was ticklish, and that he’d been able to tickle Jeremy with just his tongue before, Darren licked one foot from heel to toes.  He savored the clean taste of these feet.  There was a hint of Jeremy’s coconut scented body wash from his shower before bed, but under that was the flavor of Jeremy himself.  It was a taste that Darren was intimately familiar with.  

Like a kid with an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, Darren started licking Jeremy’s feet.  He was enjoying the supple sleeping feet with long and sensual licks.  He purred to himself as he covered both feet, slowly and lovingly, with saliva.  Every so often he would wiggle his tongue, hoping to tickle  Darren’s foot, but all that would accomplish would be a slight tickle and a twitch.

Starting to care a little bit less about Christmas and presents now that he had a pair of feet to worship, Darren took one of Jeremy’s feet in his hands and brought his mouth down to the delicious looking toes.  One by one he wrapped his teeth around each toe, swirling his tongue around them and gently nibbling on the pads.  Wanting a little bit more, he gobbled the toes up, taking three or four in his mouth at a time, chewing gently on them.  He sighed.  If he couldn’t get his boyfriend up for gifts, he might as well have some fun.

But… he also really wanted his presents.  After spending several minutes on his boyfriend’s toes, Darren took both feet into his lap and started running his fingers up and down the spit slicked soles.  If Jeremy was anything… he was ticklish.

The slow teasing with his fingertips was getting some results.  Jeremy was starting to twitch in his sleep.  With a sudden movement Jeremy’s feet tried to pull out of Darren’s lap, but Darren kept a firm hold on Darren’s ankles and kept those feet in place.

His fingertips moved gracefully over the soft pale soles.  He knew all the spots to hit.  The little patch right above the heel.  Right in the centre of the arch.  The little gap under the big toe.  His fingers moved ever so gently over all of these spots, teasing with light tickles.  The feet were now responding with twitches and toe curls, and Jeremy himself was starting to roll back and forth, small giggles escaping from sleeping lips.

“Common sleepy head…” 

Those light teasing tickles started to become harder.  Using his nails now, he was raking up and down the soles, holding Jeremy’s feet tightly by the big does.  He pulled them back, stretching out the soles like a canvas.  One hand held those toes in place, the other attacked both soles seriously.  Now Jeremy was tossing and turning in bed, sleepy laughter coming from his lips.

“That’s it… time to wake up…”

The nails explored the whole foot, but Darren paid special attention to his instep and the gap under the now squirming and wiggling toes.

“What… wha… hee hee hee…” Jeremy’s eyes now fluttered open as he woke up with a laugh.

“What the… hee hee.. Wh-wh-what the fuck are you d-doing?!”

“Waking you the fuck up, that’s what!”

Wanting to give his boyfriend one last taste, Darren through his arm around Jeremy’s ankles and held right.  He attacked both kicking feet savagely.  Vicious nails scratched every inch of those struggling feet, getting into every ticklish nook and cranny, every sensitive spot on those silky soles.  He let loose and really tortured Jeremy’s feet.

Jeremy, meanwhile, was rolling back and forth on the bed, trying desperately to pull his feet away.  It wasn’t often that he was tickled, Darren usually just worshipped them and sucked on the toes, but every now and then he was tickled.  He didn’t hate it, but he didn’t exactly like it either.

“OKAY OKAY!  I’M AWAKE!”

“Good, about fucking time!” Darren said, finally letting those feet lose.  Desperate to protect them from any further attack, Jeremy tucked his feet under himself.

“Geez, you could have just woken me up like a regular person.  What do you say, what to open presents now?”

Darren just stared at Jeremy.  As if he hadn’t spent all this time trying to wake him up.  

“Wake you up like a normal person?  What do you think I’ve been trying to do!?”

Without warning, Darren lept and tackled Jeremy, hands sneaking under his shirt to tickle his sides.  He was going to make damn sure Jeremy paid for being such a light sleeper.  

It was a merry Christmas morning, with laughter filling the house.

[tickle-minion]

Anyone have any leads on gay foot/tickling discord servers? Asking for a friend.

(friend = me)

[tickle-minion]

Anyone want to chip in and send poor little Canadian me to tklfest?

Someday I'll go!

I finished this drawing awhile ago but I was waiting for the fine folks at Fest to post it: it's my official ad poster for this year's TKLfest in Vegas, baby! My idea was always to center the design around a slot machine and I had a lot of fun making the little tickle-centric icons and graphics for the machine itself. Today is August 30th, 2024 and there's still plenty of time to register for the event, so visit the website listed at the bottom if you're interested!

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Where in Canada are you from? I am from Ontario

Ontario is a pretty big place. I'm in Eastern Ontario! Not Toronto though.

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Bunny Rabbit!

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Cute face and cute feet and cute pose. How could I not share?

Would love to get my hands on those feet for... reasons ;)

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I surrender my body for none stop tickle torture

That's the best type of surrender

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If you're the tickleminion / ticklewyrm duo from TTP, I wanted to say (again?) that that one video of yours in which ticklewyrm went in to try out these palm restraints inbetween his soles has always stuck in my mind - it's a unique video, there's literally NO OTHER like it anywhere else, and the video felt so relaxed, so chill, he was such a good sport about it, and the little tests that they do on his soles and his palms are just soooo chill and fun, honestly, a top tier video, and a personal fave for the vibes alone!!

Yup! I'm that guy!

I'm glad you enjoyed the video. It was one of the more unique ones we made, and I'm really happy it made such an impact on you. It's always nice to know the weird shit we get up to is appreciates ;)

BTW he's still insanely ticklish.

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I haven't been posting much lately as I'm taking a little break.

Came across this and had no one to share it with, so here we go