Hey guys! I completed the first part of the story finally. I did some minor edits to the first part of the story I posted and added a bit more. There is more to come here and I hope you enjoy it.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“That’s it! You’re punished!”
Isaac immediately darted from room to room as his dad, Russell, chased after him shouting. Russell was furious with his son after opening a very disappointing report card from Isaac’s second semester of college. That paired with an already emotionally and physically exhausting day at work and he was ready to explode.
“Get over here you dead little brat!”
“No! Dad, I’m sorry it was just tougher than I thought it would be!” the 18 year old yelled as he ran into the living room and behind the coffee table.
“Oh, you wait and see. I’ll show you what tough is.” Russell said as he took a step to the right of the table. Isaac took that as his queue to make another run for it. Unfortunately, not realizing his father’s plan, he fell straight into his trap. Russell had feigned right knowing his son would take the bait and instead ended up right in his path. Grabbing him as he tried to run in the opposite direction, Russell got him in a bear hug with Isaac facing outward.
“Dad! Dad, please! I can’t take it please!” the panicked teen cried out in a desperate attempt to get out of his father’s strong grip. “I’ll do better! I’ll do better just please don’t!”
“Don’t what?” Russell said as he grinned deviously behind his sons back.
“You know what! Just stop!”
“Stop what? I haven’t done anything yet. I just want to have a very serious discussion about your grades.”
“Ok ok fine. Then please just let me g-Ah! No!”
Russell’s grip was like iron around just above his sons waist as he squeezed his fingers into his side just teasing him.
“Just talk like a normal person, there’s no need to shout.”
“I’m trying! Please, dad! Don’t-HAH! STAHAP!”
“Don’t stop? Well, ok I guess if you don’t want me to stop then I won’t,” his father said nonchalantly and with every ounce of mischief in his voice as he began pressing his fingers into his son’s sides.
“NAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEEEEASE!”
Russell was playing his son’s sides and ribs like a piano now. Isaac, filled with absolute hysterical and panicked laughter was squirming so much to get out he was becoming sloppy in his movements allowing the fingers to go higher into his ribs and on his stomach. Soon the boy was weakening and his knees were starting to give out from the nonstop torture.
“Are you going to be good and study more? Pick up your grades?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHESSSSSSS! JUSSSSSSHAHAHAHAHA JUSTHAH STOPAHAHAHA!”
“Hmm… ok.”
“Oh my god, thank you thank you I’m so sorry I’ll be good,” Isaac panted as he caught his breath.
“On second thought… I don’t believe you.”
“No no NOOOOOHAHAHAHAHA”
Isaac’s knees finally fully gave out and he went limp in his father’s arms falling through his grip onto the floor. Unfortunately, his arms were still up when his father decided to tighten his grip again. Now with his sons arms locked up over his own head he took one of his hands and started to dart into each armpit randomly to keep the boy from knowing where the tickles were going to come from next.
“AHAHAHAH OHAHA MY AHAHAHA PLEEAASSSSSSSHAHAHA!” With tears streaming down his face, Isaac begged endlessly. Or so it felt like to him anyway. In reality, it was about 5 minutes or so when his father finally stopped.
“Hope you learned your lesson, kiddo,” Russell said with not an ounce of sympathy for the punishment he just put his son through. “Don’t make me do this again or I’ll get you worse next time. Might even have to tie you down so you can’t squirm away.”
Walking away to get undressed from a long day of stress and inflicting punishment, he left Isaac panting and giggling with tear stained cheeks. After finally catching his breath and regaining a little of his composure back, all he could do was push himself up off the floor and look in the direction of his father’s bedroom and imagining the revenge he wanted to wreak on him.
It had been a couple weeks since the brutal tickling and the near constant threatening of a repeat event if he didn’t do every little thing his father asked made him decide that he was going to get revenge for sure. While the thought of being tickled like that again scared him silly, he also realized he would get a little excited by the prospect too. If only his father didn’t take it too far, he may even had enjoyed it. Even while hatching his scheme to get back at his father, he started to become aroused at the idea of getting him bound and vulnerable and, though he would never admit it to anyone, he even jerked off to the idea once or twice. After another couple weeks went by, Isaac had finally saved up from his summer job and ordered all the restraints and equipment he thought he would need from this great website he had found for people into bondage. It ended up being very expensive and costing most of his savings, but he figured it was worth it. This was becoming such an obsession for him that while his father was out every so often, he would sneak into Russell’s bedroom and figure out how to set everything up.
Russell, on the other hand, knew how aroused tickling people made him. It did not matter if his victim was male or female, he just loved doing it. Something about the idea of making someone submit with such a simple and chaotic act made him surge with power which always made him hard and horny. Even while he was torturing his son, he felt those same urges and became very hard while doing it. He thought it a good thing that his son was so ticklish because the distraction should’ve ensured Isaac wouldn’t notice. He considered if he did take the tickling a bit too far, but in all reality no one got hurt so why should he care. The idea of tickling his son was so exciting to him that he would threaten him with another punishment tickling every chance he got, but his son always did what he was told and he didn’t want to seem overeager, though he wasn’t sure how good a job he really did of that. Maybe he would get a chance at his son’s feet soon since that was his most ticklish area that he knew of and his son did have some pretty nice feet for a boy regardless of the hair on the tops of them. That didn’t seem to bother him like he thought it would. He’d always been into women’s feet, but never thought twice about a guys unless he was tickling them, but whenever he thought about Isaac’s feet or gnawing on them to make him squeal like he did to some of his female playdates back in the day he would get that same excitement. Surprised at the fact that he was so horny from the thought he happened to jerk off every night for the first week and a half just thinking about it and every so often since.
The day his order arrived Isaac was very giddy and couldn’t wait to exact his plan. He called off of work on that Saturday and spent a lot of time setting up his equipment and made sure to conceal everything under the mattress so that his father wouldn’t see a thing. That evening he would supply his dad with plenty of alcohol and some weed which was always a surefire way of making his dad practically comatose, the benefit of having younger parents was that they were often pretty cool and open minded about drinking and smoking as long as he was home and safe while doing it. After a relatively long night of indulging himself in drink and drug and dozing off every now and then, Russell was finally exhausted enough to call it quits. He picked himself up out of his recliner, took a piss in the bathroom, stripped off all his clothes save for his boxers and crawled into bed. He was entirely passed out for about an hour and a half when Isaac decided it was time to put his plan into motion.
After securing his father to the bed spread eagle on his back, which was not as easy as he thought it would be since he happened to pass out in a slightly awkward position more on one side of the bed, he looked him over and giggled silently to himself at his handiwork. His wrists and ankles were secured with leather cuffs at each corner of the bed and his elbows and knees were strapped tightly and as stretched out as Isaac thought would be comfortable, but so that his dad wouldn’t really be able to roll away or push himself up or down. Plus, he knew his dad’s inner thighs were, on some level, ticklish since he’d seen a friend of his grab him there once when horsing around and his dad squealed like a pig for a second. He could not wait to start his revenge and make his dad squeal himself. His hand reached for his crotch subconsciously and just stroked it for a moment staring at his dad’s body. From his wide open thighs to his armpits, to his stomach, and then to those feet. Those feet, he knew, were probably the most ticklish part of his body and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. The soles were so smooth looking and the toes twitched every so often making Isaac more and more excited each time. As soon as the feeling of an impending orgasm started to hit him he snapped out of his trance and let go of his crotch. He had gotten himself so amped up, but he didn’t want to get off right in front of his dad… “that would have been weird” he rationalized to himself. Instead he walked back to his room, stripped down to his damp boxer briefs and got in bed still hard, but too freaked out by what he had accomplished already to get himself off. After another hour or two, he couldn’t remember just how long he laid there with his mind racing, he finally passed out himself.
The next morning Isaac woke up with a start from what must have been a very good dream considering the raging morning wood he was sprouting. With too much excitement for what awaited him today he just got out of bed quickly and jumped up and down shortly breathing in and out trying to make the monster in his underwear calm down. It didn’t work. Instead, he rushed to his father’s room, still clad only in nothing but his boxerbriefs to see if he had woken up yet. When he got to the doorway he found his father still completely passed out and breathing in and out slowly and calmly. His bare feet hanging slightly over the edge of the bed looking really inviting to his itching fingers.
“Damn,” Isaac thought to himself and shook his head as his cock throbbed almost painfully. “Why of all things is this making me really horny. I’m so fucked up.”
He shrugged it off as pure excitement and decided to head downstairs and get a glass of nice cold orange juice and some bread to fill his stomach. Too excited to even stop to toast it, he gobbled down three pieces and a glass and a half of orange juice almost choking in the process. Luckily, time and food helped helped his raging hard on to go down and now he was ready to start his revenge. But first, he went straight to his room to grab his bag of toys and goodies that he had collected over the last couple of weeks making sure to take out one of the big fluffy feathers first and carried it like it was a nefarious magic wand, waving it by his side as he strutted back to his father's room. He got placed the bag down at the foot of the bed and grabbed the desk chair his father had in the room and quietly dragged it over to the side of the bed. He sat in the chair twirling the father and with a devious smile plastered on his face. He wanted him to wake up to see him there and ready to explain what was about to happen. He changed positions on the chair a few times to try and figure out what would make him seem more like a “boss,” but each time he did he just felt sillier and sillier.
Eventually, he got too restless and walked back to the foot of the bed, feather in hand. Looking down at the large, smooth feet in front of him he got down on his knees and decided to test out the feather a little to see how responsive he may be. Before lightly dusting the soles he just sat there for a minute staring at them, his eyes being drawn once again to the occasionally twitching toes. It was really funny seeing that as he wondered what he could be dreaming of to cause that. He realized he could also feel the heat from his father's feet because his face was somehow getting much closer to them as he stared and even started to unconsciously breath in the musky aroma. The smell of those feet was warm and surprisingly comforting almost making them seem kind of delicious, like he could just stick some of those toes in his mouth and enjoy the softness and taste of whatever it was that was calling to him. All of a sudden the boner he had earlier reared its over sensitive head again, this time dampening his boxer briefs with a little precum. Once again thinking to himself, “yep. I’m definitely a weirdo.”
Snapping himself back to reality he drew the feather closer to his fathers foot and lightly brushed the very tip of the ultra soft feather against his heel side to side. Nothing happened at first, but after a moment he noticed the toes twitching a little more frequently. Bringing the feather up a little more he let it travel up and down against the arch and this made the toes splay and close a bit. Raising the feather even further he decided to lightly dust the tips and undersides of the toes and this caused Russell’s toes to splay more and stay in that position. Keeping it up he even started to hear giggles coming from the head of the bed. Looking over his dad’s foot he saw a big grin plastered on his sleeping face, but even more distracting than that he noticed his dad’s boxer’s tenting a little. A little freaked out this time, he pulled the feather down quickly and just stared at the bulge in front of him.
Should he really be doing this? This was turning out to be a little sicker than he thought as he turned his eyes back down towards his own bulging erection in his underwear. Significantly wetter than before, he just sat back down on his legs and considered his options. He knew there was no way to undo any of the restraints without the real and increasing possibility of waking him up. He couldn’t just allow his dad to wake up and then say it was all a prank because, let’s face it, why would he have gone to all the trouble of binding him the way he did if he didn’t plan on doing something more? And why did he even have the very clearly bondage gear in the first place? And if he did immediately let his father up he knew the punishment tickling he got afterwards was going to be way worse than anything he had done in the past. Especially, if his dad forced him down into the restraints himself which was not at all what he bought and intended them for. No, these were bought for being used BY Isaac.
“This is happening.”
He got up and went to his bedroom to change. He opted for a pair of yellow boxer briefs with a thin black stripe down each side and headed back to Russell’s room. Picking up both fluffy feathers he sat on the chair one more time, still a little hard, but more confident. Yes, he could have put on a pair of shorts, but this made him feel more powerful for some reason. He knew the nakedness of their bodies in this situation would only humiliate his father more since he wouldn’t be able to protect himself. Having the option of covering himself up and choosing not to was a powerful feeling. Even though he and his father had hung around the house in their underwear before, this was going to be so much more different now that there was power and vulnerability involved. Well, more so than before anyway. He pushed the chair a little closer this time and put his feet up on his father’s bare chest to maximize the feeling of control he had in the situation. The warmth coming off of his Russell’s skin felt good and helped to relax Isaac into the role he was putting on even more. There was no going back now.
The feeling of pressure on his chest finally stirring him awake, Russell yawned and grinned content from a good night's sleep as his eyes began to open. Initially looking at the ceiling, his eyes travelled down to the pressure on his chest landing on the tops of two very warm feet crossed over each other. He stared for a moment confusedly looking at them feeling the warmth from them seeping into his own skin. A sudden jolt and he realized many things were very wrong. He was completely unable to move his body and someone was using him as a footrest.
“ISAAC!? You. Are. DEAD! Let me up this instant you insane little brat!”
“Brat? What am I, five?” Said his son amused and head tilting to the side.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“Well, let’s see if you can figure it out yourself, Pops!”
Russell truly wasn’t entirely certain what he did this for. In fact, just waking up and feeling the predicament he was in ended up being just a little too disorienting for him to get his bearings. While there was a sense of mild panic, there was much more rage traveling through his body and he could swear he would have killed his son if it were possible to get loose.
“Get me out of here right this instant!” he yelled over and over again struggling against his bonds all the while his son just sat there smiling and entirely pleased with himself. The yelling and struggling went on for a few minutes until Russell tired himself out. Finally, allowing himself to breathe to try and reason with his soon to be very sorry son.
“I want you… to explain to me what it is you think you are doing here and why you must think this isn’t crazy enough for me to kill you over.”
“Glad to see you’ve calmed down.” Taking his feet off of his fathers chest, he got up from the chair and straddled his dad’s waste still holding both feathers in each hand resting at his sides as he stared down at him. “I think that if you gave yourself just a moment to really take a look at your situation you would see exactly what I ‘think’ I’m doing-- or about to do.”
Suddenly, his father noticed the feathers in his sons hands and the extremely vulnerable and immobile position he was in. Emotion surged through his body again, only this time it was extreme panic.
“You crazy little son of a bitch! How dare you! Let me up! Don’t you dare touch me! When I get out of here I’m going to kill you! You’re gonna get it so bad!” Was the string of insults and threats he yelled as he struggled with renewed vigor. With all the struggling, he was barely able to move leaving Isaac thoroughly impressed with his binding skills as he just stared and smiled deviously at his father. After what seemed like an eternity, Russell finally stopped and stared up quietly and angrily at his son.
“Ya done?”
Silence. His father’s lips pursed shut out of total frustration.
“I’m going to make your life a living hell today for all the years you’ve tickled me as punishment and taking it too far every single time. So dad, it’s your turn… you’re punished. I’m going to make you beg me to stop. And then when I think you’ve begged enough, I’m going to tickle you until you beg even more. This is going to be the longest day of your life.”
Russell’s face was practically glowing red from rage and panic, but he kept his mouth shut. If his son wanted him to beg, he was going to be a shit out of luck because he would beg his son to stop tickling… for anything... over his dead body. His eyes widened for just a moment as Isaac raised both of the feathers in his hands and watched as he twirled them, smiling that devious smile to himself, that he couldn’t wait to wipe off his face when he got free. The momentary alarm when seeing the feathers in his sons hands was replaced by relief, however. They were just feathers. They couldn’t tickle THAT much could they? That kind of fantastical reaction was for TV or movies. There was no way they were going to bother him that way because he knew he was still a pretty tough guy. His son would have to break out something a lot better than feathers to get a reaction out of him. Still, there was an air of uncertainty and he was almost curious himself about what they might feel like.
“Let’s see what these can do first, hmm?” Isaac said lowering the feathers to his father’s biceps. With the soft fronds making contact, he started to lightly brush them all along the skin just above the armpit. Up and down up and down.
A slight itching at first until the skin became more and more sensitized to it. The sensation turned into a full on tickle not as slowly as he was anticipating. Panic started to fill his mind again, but the insistence on keeping his composure in front of his son quickly struck him again and he calmed himself right back down. This would not break him. Isaac, however, was discovering he was more patient than he initially thought. He just focused on watching his father’s face as he stroked the feathers up and down over and over again. He noticed his dad was settling into it and decided to have a little fun taunting him after another full minute of dancing those feathers on his skin.
“How does that feel, dad?”
Russell just stared back completely unamused, steaming with anger, but feeling a slight bit more panic with every stroke. It was definitely a ticklish feeling, but you wouldn’t know it from looking at him just yet. His anger was helping him retain his composure just fine for now, but for how long he didn’t know. He just stared back at his son with utter contempt.
“Come on dad, smile for me. Just a little? You know you want to. At least tell me how it feels. Does it tickle? Just a little bit? Come on you can tell me. Let’s try going just a little lower right here in your armpits. I know you can give me a little smile, you can do it. Tickle tickle tickle!” Isaac giggled a little with every taunt and just kept dancing the feathers along his dad’s skin watching his face turn a bit red. He wasn’t entirely certain if it was anger or the fight to keep from smiling. He didn’t care. He was loving the feeling of being in charge and in control so much. Once the feathers dipped lower into the armpits and fluttered there, his dad’s eyes widened a bit and that did not go unnoticed. Isaac gasped playfully and continued, “uh oh! What’s wrong dad? What’s wrong? Does it tickle tickle tick--” He gasped again, but this time was because his dad was sneering at him, or what looked like a sneer. He was pretty convinced that sneer was a mask to cover up the laughter bubbling up inside him. “There it is! It’s a crooked little smile, but I can fix that. Here, let’s try this!” Russell felt the feathers travel a little further down to just below his armpits and this area seemed to feel like electricity making his eyes widen again.
“You.. are.. Gngh! Dead.. whehen I.. get ouhat of this..” he said with panic in his eyes. He was doing much more poorly now to hide it. And he risked letting out his laughter the more he talked, but the silly tone his son took and the taunting was becoming too much for him already and this had only just started.
“Why are you talking so weirdly dad? Is something bothering you? Is it the feathers? Are the feathers tickle tickle tickling you?” Isaac dipped the feathers back up into his armpits and then back down into the spot that made his father’s eyes widen, up and down again.
“Stop.” His sneer was shifting now into a goofy smile. His son was being so playful and it was somehow becoming funny to him even though he knew this shouldn’t be funny in the first place. His anger was being replaced with something, he couldn’t tell what and his panic was being replaced with determination not to laugh. The smile was all he had to stop himself from laughing and it was a thin barrier at best.
“Stop what? Stop the tickle tickle tickling?”
“Heheyes! That! Stop. thahat.”
Russell’s smile was wider and he was showing teeth looking like a deranged lunatic. His determination waning now. It would be so much easier to just give it. So much easier to just laugh and get it over with. But as soon as he did his son would have won and he did not want that. At least at this point he wasn’t sure. There was something else to this too.
“Tickle tickle tickle.”
He also realized what his anger was shifting into. Arousal. The lack of control, which he rarely felt in his day to day life and the light tickling sensation of those damned feathers was exciting him and he didn’t know why. He could feel his boxers tightening right behind his sons back and all of a sudden he was rife with another feeling. The feeling of embarrassment because while this situation would be mortifying enough, it was happening at the hands of his son who was half naked on top of him and he didn’t know what to do or how he could keep his son from seeing his growing erection.
“Just a happy giggle. That’s all I want.”
“heh.”
What was he going to say when he did see it? Would he freak out? Would he tickle him more? Would he finally stop? Did he want him to stop? Of course he wanted him to stop this was unacceptable and disrespectful! He was on the wrong side of this! His son should be the one tied down. Wait no. This shouldn’t even be happening! But it was happening and he was starting to break. One more taunt and he knew it was over. “Just one more taunt,” he thought to himself and regretted the thought immediately since it almost felt like desire. Desire for what? To laugh? To drop the veneer of tough guy? To be teased by his son? To laugh for him? To give into this horrible sensation? To let his son win? To give into this horrible tickling that might not actually feel all that horrible? To stop being embarrassed and just let go? To laugh for his son who was being playful and silly and smiling? He was loving the whole thing.
“Tickle tickle giggle.”
“Pffahahaha!”
It was done. He was done. The tickling and taunting seemed to have finally done it, but in reality it was that final realization that got to him. He was loving it.
“Yep, that’s it.”
It had only been a few minutes and he was loving the tickling and the taunting and the loss of control. He felt rock hard and every stroke of that feather, every mischievous word coming out of his sons mouth sent waves of pleasure through his entire body and seemed to surge into his straining cock.
“Hahaha ok ok hahaha stohahap hahaha!”
Russell laughed on and on and the feathers began to dance up to his biceps and into his armpits and just below his arms and down onto his ribs and swirled back up again only to repeat it’s journey again and again. He didn’t even care that something so simple and delicate as a feather was able to tickle him this much anymore, it tortured him so much and it felt so good.
“Nice. Keep laughing. Good boy.”
Throb. That last thing Isaac just said. Through waves of tickling laughter, already feeling electric and giving him pleasure, his son said something that made his dick throb even more. Confusion welling up inside him now as he laughed due to his son’s control over him with those delicate feathers. The confusion was very quickly replaced with relief though, as his son finally stopped. He was loving the tickling, but he needed a break. This was still new, this unending tickling. Being unable to protect himself.
“Well, now that we’ve broken through that tough guy act, dad, let’s move on.” Isaac dropped the feathers. They ended up being more effective than he could have dreamed, but they did the job they were meant for. Now he would exploit his father’s weakness by using his hands. He always wanted to get his fingers on his dad to tickle him into submission. He had tickled him before, but usually when his dad was clothed and never when he was vulnerable like this and especially not for this long. He’s been tickled by his father when he was just in his own underwear, but this time he was going to get to feel that sensation. Skin on skin contact. Nothing protecting his dad’s body from his fingertips. The thought alone was sending so much pleasure to the monster under his boxer briefs and he didn’t care. He was in control and he was past his own embarrassment since he had already decided this needed to happen.
He scooted down just a little, not even realizing that his father’s own tenting boxers were against his ass. He was too distracted with excitement and what he was about to do to him. He started wiggling his fingers playfully and slowly lowering them down to his stomach as Russell watched, wide eyed. He stopped just before making contact and locked eyes with his dad.
“Are you ready? This is gonna be so much fun and look you’re smiling already!”
And he was. This was just another level of taunting that seemed to reignite Russell’s funny bone. He was smiling so wide and watching Isaac’s fingers dangling and dancing just above his belly and somehow it was the funniest thing in the world. He managed to control himself from moaning when he felt the pressure of his son’s body on his erection when he made contact, but the moment his son’s fingers wiggled in the air just above him he was out of control and giggling like a kid. How was this making him laugh? How was he tickling him WITHOUT actually tickling him? He knew all too well he was able to manipulate his own son this way, but he never knew how it felt himself. He never realized how torturous it would be and somehow this was worse than if he was actually being touched. It was the anticipation and already he wanted it over with, but he also didn’t want it to end because that would mean it had only just started.
“Wow, I’m not even touching you yet and you already lost it? That’s kinda weak.”
“Hehehe sssstoppphahahehe hehehehe.”
“Stop what, I haven’t even touched you yet?”
“Sssstop tssstaunting mehahahaha”
“I’m just wiggling my fingers right here over you belly how is this bothering you?”
“Yoohoohoou knohohowoho why.”
“How about this, if you can stop yourself from laughing for 10 seconds, I’ll stop and untie you. Can you do that? BUT, if you laugh you are going to be tied down for the rest of the day and tickled until I’m satisfied you learned your lesson,” He said almost genuinely. He knew there was no way his father was going to be able to do it and Isaac himself was feeling full on dominant and in control.
“Hahawaiwaiwaihahaha you hahaha youhahavetostohahp tihehehickling mehehe firhirhirstsssss.”
“Haha I’m not tickling you yet. Are you really unable to stop unless I take my fingers away first? Fine.” He knew his father was broken now. He was falling for his trap and it even looked like he was enjoying this, though that was clearly because of the forced smile and laughter. He was pretty sure. His dick was throbbing and sensitive and it was almost all he could feel other than total power and satisfaction as he looked down at his father recovering from his childish giggling fit.
“Are you done? Are you ready?”
‘Wait wait wait!” Russell exclaimed trying to buy himself more time. He was, of course, panicking, with his cock was so sensitive against his son’s backside and he was so confused about the situation once again now that he was able to breathe.
“Nope, times up here come the fingers,” Isaac picked his fingers up again and wiggled them bringing them closer to his dad’s stomach again without touching him. He allowed them to dance and he watched his dad’s face as his dad watched those fingers with that goofy wide grin completely enthralled as they danced just above his body again. Isaac loved every moment of this how his dad fought against the forced reaction. He started counting down.
“One.”
Oh man this was already hard, he was already starting to smile.
“Two.”
He was just staring at those fingers, and fighting that roiling laughter bubbling up.
“Three. Four.”
Was he actually going to be able to do this? Was he actually going to be able to keep from laughing?
“Five.”
He was grinning like a lunatic and he wanted to laugh. The situation was too funny and the phantom tickling was still getting to him, but he was fighting it. Did he even want to fight it?
“Six tickle tickle.”
Oh no.
“Seven tickle tickle.”
Not that. Not when he was so close.
“Ngh,” he was losing it now.
“Eight giggle giggle.”
“Hahaha”
“Uh oh. You lost.”
Contact.
NOHAHAHAHA hahaha PLEASE! Hahaha” The fingers touched his skin and it felt like electricity again. He didn’t know what he was saying anymore, but he knew his fate was sealed and he began to accept his submission to his son.
“Ah, is that begging I hear?” Isaac’s ears perked up and his cock throbbed again.
“Nonononohahaha stophahaha,” He refused to admit he was begging just yet. In his mind he wasn’t, but that was mostly because he couldn’t think straight. Too much was happening between the tickling, the taunting, the pleasure, and the confusion.
“Just admit you are begging me to stop and I’ll give you a break.”
Russell laughed on. He was not begging. Or was he? He didn’t know anymore. Did his son win? Did he care? Did he like it? All he knew was that even through the tickling he could feel his cock rubbing against his son and it was making him feel more and more aroused and even more submissive. How could he not feel this way? His dick was rock hard and it was his son’s power over him in this instance causing this insane amount of pleasure.
“Come on or I won’t stop for a while. Tickle tickle tickle,” he loved giving his father choices, because he knew that no matter which way it turned out he was going to win and the surging pleasure in his cock got stronger when he thought of it.
“Nananonohohohahaha pleasssssahahaha stohahap,” yep he was definitely begging. But did he want to admit it? He genuinely didn’t want to, but he also really needed a break from those warm tickling fingers.
“I promise I’ll give you a break if you just admit you are begging me, your son to stop tickling you.”
“Okokokahahaha I’m begging you hahahaha,” the relief from admitting it filled him until he heard his son’s next words.
“No no, you have to specifically say the words ‘I admit I’m begging my son to stop tickling me.’”
“Whahaha nononohaaha plehehesahaha.” Panic. He was so close to getting a break, he thought. All he had to do was say the magic words and he did it wrong. He felt like he was going crazy from the laughter, but how was he going to say all those words. It felt like he had to read a book or run a mile to get there all the while he felt pressure in his erection building up.
“You can do it, I promise. Here, I’ll even stop tickling you on you stomach since it seems too difficult for you to speak,” and with that he moved his hands to his ribs and began to knead the skin there.
It was like electricity over and over and over again. Russell practically screamed as he laughed. He didn’t realize he was so ticklish there… or anywhere. His son’s soft fingers were manipulating him expertly and he knew it. He needed a break and he needed it now or he was going to lose the little ounce of control he had and cum right there with his son.
“HAHAHA I ADMITAHAHA I’MAHAH BEGGIHIHIHIHING MY SONANANAHAHA TO STOP TICKLING MEHEHEHAHAHAHA.”
“That’s a good boy.”
Throb. Both their erections pulsed. Isaac, because he was having a hell of a power trip and Russell because of the lightheadedness of relief and how submissive being called a ‘good boy’ felt. For the first time though, Isaac noticed something touching him after feeling some pressure against his ass as he leaned back and he froze looking alarmed knowing exactly what he was feeling rubbing against his boxer briefs.
“Uuuuh… Dad?”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“That’s it! You’re punished!”
Isaac immediately darted from room to room as his dad, Russell, chased after him shouting. Russell was furious with his son after opening a very disappointing report card from Isaac’s second semester of college. That paired with an already emotionally and physically exhausting day at work and he was ready to explode.
“Get over here you dead little brat!”
“No! Dad, I’m sorry it was just tougher than I thought it would be!” the 18 year old yelled as he ran into the living room and behind the coffee table.
“Oh, you wait and see. I’ll show you what tough is.” Russell said as he took a step to the right of the table. Isaac took that as his queue to make another run for it. Unfortunately, not realizing his father’s plan, he fell straight into his trap. Russell had feigned right knowing his son would take the bait and instead ended up right in his path. Grabbing him as he tried to run in the opposite direction, Russell got him in a bear hug with Isaac facing outward.
“Dad! Dad, please! I can’t take it please!” the panicked teen cried out in a desperate attempt to get out of his father’s strong grip. “I’ll do better! I’ll do better just please don’t!”
“Don’t what?” Russell said as he grinned deviously behind his sons back.
“You know what! Just stop!”
“Stop what? I haven’t done anything yet. I just want to have a very serious discussion about your grades.”
“Ok ok fine. Then please just let me g-Ah! No!”
Russell’s grip was like iron around just above his sons waist as he squeezed his fingers into his side just teasing him.
“Just talk like a normal person, there’s no need to shout.”
“I’m trying! Please, dad! Don’t-HAH! STAHAP!”
“Don’t stop? Well, ok I guess if you don’t want me to stop then I won’t,” his father said nonchalantly and with every ounce of mischief in his voice as he began pressing his fingers into his son’s sides.
“NAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEEEEASE!”
Russell was playing his son’s sides and ribs like a piano now. Isaac, filled with absolute hysterical and panicked laughter was squirming so much to get out he was becoming sloppy in his movements allowing the fingers to go higher into his ribs and on his stomach. Soon the boy was weakening and his knees were starting to give out from the nonstop torture.
“Are you going to be good and study more? Pick up your grades?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHESSSSSSS! JUSSSSSSHAHAHAHAHA JUSTHAH STOPAHAHAHA!”
“Hmm… ok.”
“Oh my god, thank you thank you I’m so sorry I’ll be good,” Isaac panted as he caught his breath.
“On second thought… I don’t believe you.”
“No no NOOOOOHAHAHAHAHA”
Isaac’s knees finally fully gave out and he went limp in his father’s arms falling through his grip onto the floor. Unfortunately, his arms were still up when his father decided to tighten his grip again. Now with his sons arms locked up over his own head he took one of his hands and started to dart into each armpit randomly to keep the boy from knowing where the tickles were going to come from next.
“AHAHAHAH OHAHA MY AHAHAHA PLEEAASSSSSSSHAHAHA!” With tears streaming down his face, Isaac begged endlessly. Or so it felt like to him anyway. In reality, it was about 5 minutes or so when his father finally stopped.
“Hope you learned your lesson, kiddo,” Russell said with not an ounce of sympathy for the punishment he just put his son through. “Don’t make me do this again or I’ll get you worse next time. Might even have to tie you down so you can’t squirm away.”
Walking away to get undressed from a long day of stress and inflicting punishment, he left Isaac panting and giggling with tear stained cheeks. After finally catching his breath and regaining a little of his composure back, all he could do was push himself up off the floor and look in the direction of his father’s bedroom and imagining the revenge he wanted to wreak on him.
It had been a couple weeks since the brutal tickling and the near constant threatening of a repeat event if he didn’t do every little thing his father asked made him decide that he was going to get revenge for sure. While the thought of being tickled like that again scared him silly, he also realized he would get a little excited by the prospect too. If only his father didn’t take it too far, he may even had enjoyed it. Even while hatching his scheme to get back at his father, he started to become aroused at the idea of getting him bound and vulnerable and, though he would never admit it to anyone, he even jerked off to the idea once or twice. After another couple weeks went by, Isaac had finally saved up from his summer job and ordered all the restraints and equipment he thought he would need from this great website he had found for people into bondage. It ended up being very expensive and costing most of his savings, but he figured it was worth it. This was becoming such an obsession for him that while his father was out every so often, he would sneak into Russell’s bedroom and figure out how to set everything up.
Russell, on the other hand, knew how aroused tickling people made him. It did not matter if his victim was male or female, he just loved doing it. Something about the idea of making someone submit with such a simple and chaotic act made him surge with power which always made him hard and horny. Even while he was torturing his son, he felt those same urges and became very hard while doing it. He thought it a good thing that his son was so ticklish because the distraction should’ve ensured Isaac wouldn’t notice. He considered if he did take the tickling a bit too far, but in all reality no one got hurt so why should he care. The idea of tickling his son was so exciting to him that he would threaten him with another punishment tickling every chance he got, but his son always did what he was told and he didn’t want to seem overeager, though he wasn’t sure how good a job he really did of that. Maybe he would get a chance at his son’s feet soon since that was his most ticklish area that he knew of and his son did have some pretty nice feet for a boy regardless of the hair on the tops of them. That didn’t seem to bother him like he thought it would. He’d always been into women’s feet, but never thought twice about a guys unless he was tickling them, but whenever he thought about Isaac’s feet or gnawing on them to make him squeal like he did to some of his female playdates back in the day he would get that same excitement. Surprised at the fact that he was so horny from the thought he happened to jerk off every night for the first week and a half just thinking about it and every so often since.
The day his order arrived Isaac was very giddy and couldn’t wait to exact his plan. He called off of work on that Saturday and spent a lot of time setting up his equipment and made sure to conceal everything under the mattress so that his father wouldn’t see a thing. That evening he would supply his dad with plenty of alcohol and some weed which was always a surefire way of making his dad practically comatose, the benefit of having younger parents was that they were often pretty cool and open minded about drinking and smoking as long as he was home and safe while doing it. After a relatively long night of indulging himself in drink and drug and dozing off every now and then, Russell was finally exhausted enough to call it quits. He picked himself up out of his recliner, took a piss in the bathroom, stripped off all his clothes save for his boxers and crawled into bed. He was entirely passed out for about an hour and a half when Isaac decided it was time to put his plan into motion.
After securing his father to the bed spread eagle on his back, which was not as easy as he thought it would be since he happened to pass out in a slightly awkward position more on one side of the bed, he looked him over and giggled silently to himself at his handiwork. His wrists and ankles were secured with leather cuffs at each corner of the bed and his elbows and knees were strapped tightly and as stretched out as Isaac thought would be comfortable, but so that his dad wouldn’t really be able to roll away or push himself up or down. Plus, he knew his dad’s inner thighs were, on some level, ticklish since he’d seen a friend of his grab him there once when horsing around and his dad squealed like a pig for a second. He could not wait to start his revenge and make his dad squeal himself. His hand reached for his crotch subconsciously and just stroked it for a moment staring at his dad’s body. From his wide open thighs to his armpits, to his stomach, and then to those feet. Those feet, he knew, were probably the most ticklish part of his body and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. The soles were so smooth looking and the toes twitched every so often making Isaac more and more excited each time. As soon as the feeling of an impending orgasm started to hit him he snapped out of his trance and let go of his crotch. He had gotten himself so amped up, but he didn’t want to get off right in front of his dad… “that would have been weird” he rationalized to himself. Instead he walked back to his room, stripped down to his damp boxer briefs and got in bed still hard, but too freaked out by what he had accomplished already to get himself off. After another hour or two, he couldn’t remember just how long he laid there with his mind racing, he finally passed out himself.
The next morning Isaac woke up with a start from what must have been a very good dream considering the raging morning wood he was sprouting. With too much excitement for what awaited him today he just got out of bed quickly and jumped up and down shortly breathing in and out trying to make the monster in his underwear calm down. It didn’t work. Instead, he rushed to his father’s room, still clad only in nothing but his boxerbriefs to see if he had woken up yet. When he got to the doorway he found his father still completely passed out and breathing in and out slowly and calmly. His bare feet hanging slightly over the edge of the bed looking really inviting to his itching fingers.
“Damn,” Isaac thought to himself and shook his head as his cock throbbed almost painfully. “Why of all things is this making me really horny. I’m so fucked up.”
He shrugged it off as pure excitement and decided to head downstairs and get a glass of nice cold orange juice and some bread to fill his stomach. Too excited to even stop to toast it, he gobbled down three pieces and a glass and a half of orange juice almost choking in the process. Luckily, time and food helped helped his raging hard on to go down and now he was ready to start his revenge. But first, he went straight to his room to grab his bag of toys and goodies that he had collected over the last couple of weeks making sure to take out one of the big fluffy feathers first and carried it like it was a nefarious magic wand, waving it by his side as he strutted back to his father's room. He got placed the bag down at the foot of the bed and grabbed the desk chair his father had in the room and quietly dragged it over to the side of the bed. He sat in the chair twirling the father and with a devious smile plastered on his face. He wanted him to wake up to see him there and ready to explain what was about to happen. He changed positions on the chair a few times to try and figure out what would make him seem more like a “boss,” but each time he did he just felt sillier and sillier.
Eventually, he got too restless and walked back to the foot of the bed, feather in hand. Looking down at the large, smooth feet in front of him he got down on his knees and decided to test out the feather a little to see how responsive he may be. Before lightly dusting the soles he just sat there for a minute staring at them, his eyes being drawn once again to the occasionally twitching toes. It was really funny seeing that as he wondered what he could be dreaming of to cause that. He realized he could also feel the heat from his father's feet because his face was somehow getting much closer to them as he stared and even started to unconsciously breath in the musky aroma. The smell of those feet was warm and surprisingly comforting almost making them seem kind of delicious, like he could just stick some of those toes in his mouth and enjoy the softness and taste of whatever it was that was calling to him. All of a sudden the boner he had earlier reared its over sensitive head again, this time dampening his boxer briefs with a little precum. Once again thinking to himself, “yep. I’m definitely a weirdo.”
Snapping himself back to reality he drew the feather closer to his fathers foot and lightly brushed the very tip of the ultra soft feather against his heel side to side. Nothing happened at first, but after a moment he noticed the toes twitching a little more frequently. Bringing the feather up a little more he let it travel up and down against the arch and this made the toes splay and close a bit. Raising the feather even further he decided to lightly dust the tips and undersides of the toes and this caused Russell’s toes to splay more and stay in that position. Keeping it up he even started to hear giggles coming from the head of the bed. Looking over his dad’s foot he saw a big grin plastered on his sleeping face, but even more distracting than that he noticed his dad’s boxer’s tenting a little. A little freaked out this time, he pulled the feather down quickly and just stared at the bulge in front of him.
Should he really be doing this? This was turning out to be a little sicker than he thought as he turned his eyes back down towards his own bulging erection in his underwear. Significantly wetter than before, he just sat back down on his legs and considered his options. He knew there was no way to undo any of the restraints without the real and increasing possibility of waking him up. He couldn’t just allow his dad to wake up and then say it was all a prank because, let’s face it, why would he have gone to all the trouble of binding him the way he did if he didn’t plan on doing something more? And why did he even have the very clearly bondage gear in the first place? And if he did immediately let his father up he knew the punishment tickling he got afterwards was going to be way worse than anything he had done in the past. Especially, if his dad forced him down into the restraints himself which was not at all what he bought and intended them for. No, these were bought for being used BY Isaac.
“This is happening.”
He got up and went to his bedroom to change. He opted for a pair of yellow boxer briefs with a thin black stripe down each side and headed back to Russell’s room. Picking up both fluffy feathers he sat on the chair one more time, still a little hard, but more confident. Yes, he could have put on a pair of shorts, but this made him feel more powerful for some reason. He knew the nakedness of their bodies in this situation would only humiliate his father more since he wouldn’t be able to protect himself. Having the option of covering himself up and choosing not to was a powerful feeling. Even though he and his father had hung around the house in their underwear before, this was going to be so much more different now that there was power and vulnerability involved. Well, more so than before anyway. He pushed the chair a little closer this time and put his feet up on his father’s bare chest to maximize the feeling of control he had in the situation. The warmth coming off of his Russell’s skin felt good and helped to relax Isaac into the role he was putting on even more. There was no going back now.
The feeling of pressure on his chest finally stirring him awake, Russell yawned and grinned content from a good night's sleep as his eyes began to open. Initially looking at the ceiling, his eyes travelled down to the pressure on his chest landing on the tops of two very warm feet crossed over each other. He stared for a moment confusedly looking at them feeling the warmth from them seeping into his own skin. A sudden jolt and he realized many things were very wrong. He was completely unable to move his body and someone was using him as a footrest.
“ISAAC!? You. Are. DEAD! Let me up this instant you insane little brat!”
“Brat? What am I, five?” Said his son amused and head tilting to the side.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“Well, let’s see if you can figure it out yourself, Pops!”
Russell truly wasn’t entirely certain what he did this for. In fact, just waking up and feeling the predicament he was in ended up being just a little too disorienting for him to get his bearings. While there was a sense of mild panic, there was much more rage traveling through his body and he could swear he would have killed his son if it were possible to get loose.
“Get me out of here right this instant!” he yelled over and over again struggling against his bonds all the while his son just sat there smiling and entirely pleased with himself. The yelling and struggling went on for a few minutes until Russell tired himself out. Finally, allowing himself to breathe to try and reason with his soon to be very sorry son.
“I want you… to explain to me what it is you think you are doing here and why you must think this isn’t crazy enough for me to kill you over.”
“Glad to see you’ve calmed down.” Taking his feet off of his fathers chest, he got up from the chair and straddled his dad’s waste still holding both feathers in each hand resting at his sides as he stared down at him. “I think that if you gave yourself just a moment to really take a look at your situation you would see exactly what I ‘think’ I’m doing-- or about to do.”
Suddenly, his father noticed the feathers in his sons hands and the extremely vulnerable and immobile position he was in. Emotion surged through his body again, only this time it was extreme panic.
“You crazy little son of a bitch! How dare you! Let me up! Don’t you dare touch me! When I get out of here I’m going to kill you! You’re gonna get it so bad!” Was the string of insults and threats he yelled as he struggled with renewed vigor. With all the struggling, he was barely able to move leaving Isaac thoroughly impressed with his binding skills as he just stared and smiled deviously at his father. After what seemed like an eternity, Russell finally stopped and stared up quietly and angrily at his son.
“Ya done?”
Silence. His father’s lips pursed shut out of total frustration.
“I’m going to make your life a living hell today for all the years you’ve tickled me as punishment and taking it too far every single time. So dad, it’s your turn… you’re punished. I’m going to make you beg me to stop. And then when I think you’ve begged enough, I’m going to tickle you until you beg even more. This is going to be the longest day of your life.”
Russell’s face was practically glowing red from rage and panic, but he kept his mouth shut. If his son wanted him to beg, he was going to be a shit out of luck because he would beg his son to stop tickling… for anything... over his dead body. His eyes widened for just a moment as Isaac raised both of the feathers in his hands and watched as he twirled them, smiling that devious smile to himself, that he couldn’t wait to wipe off his face when he got free. The momentary alarm when seeing the feathers in his sons hands was replaced by relief, however. They were just feathers. They couldn’t tickle THAT much could they? That kind of fantastical reaction was for TV or movies. There was no way they were going to bother him that way because he knew he was still a pretty tough guy. His son would have to break out something a lot better than feathers to get a reaction out of him. Still, there was an air of uncertainty and he was almost curious himself about what they might feel like.
“Let’s see what these can do first, hmm?” Isaac said lowering the feathers to his father’s biceps. With the soft fronds making contact, he started to lightly brush them all along the skin just above the armpit. Up and down up and down.
A slight itching at first until the skin became more and more sensitized to it. The sensation turned into a full on tickle not as slowly as he was anticipating. Panic started to fill his mind again, but the insistence on keeping his composure in front of his son quickly struck him again and he calmed himself right back down. This would not break him. Isaac, however, was discovering he was more patient than he initially thought. He just focused on watching his father’s face as he stroked the feathers up and down over and over again. He noticed his dad was settling into it and decided to have a little fun taunting him after another full minute of dancing those feathers on his skin.
“How does that feel, dad?”
Russell just stared back completely unamused, steaming with anger, but feeling a slight bit more panic with every stroke. It was definitely a ticklish feeling, but you wouldn’t know it from looking at him just yet. His anger was helping him retain his composure just fine for now, but for how long he didn’t know. He just stared back at his son with utter contempt.
“Come on dad, smile for me. Just a little? You know you want to. At least tell me how it feels. Does it tickle? Just a little bit? Come on you can tell me. Let’s try going just a little lower right here in your armpits. I know you can give me a little smile, you can do it. Tickle tickle tickle!” Isaac giggled a little with every taunt and just kept dancing the feathers along his dad’s skin watching his face turn a bit red. He wasn’t entirely certain if it was anger or the fight to keep from smiling. He didn’t care. He was loving the feeling of being in charge and in control so much. Once the feathers dipped lower into the armpits and fluttered there, his dad’s eyes widened a bit and that did not go unnoticed. Isaac gasped playfully and continued, “uh oh! What’s wrong dad? What’s wrong? Does it tickle tickle tick--” He gasped again, but this time was because his dad was sneering at him, or what looked like a sneer. He was pretty convinced that sneer was a mask to cover up the laughter bubbling up inside him. “There it is! It’s a crooked little smile, but I can fix that. Here, let’s try this!” Russell felt the feathers travel a little further down to just below his armpits and this area seemed to feel like electricity making his eyes widen again.
“You.. are.. Gngh! Dead.. whehen I.. get ouhat of this..” he said with panic in his eyes. He was doing much more poorly now to hide it. And he risked letting out his laughter the more he talked, but the silly tone his son took and the taunting was becoming too much for him already and this had only just started.
“Why are you talking so weirdly dad? Is something bothering you? Is it the feathers? Are the feathers tickle tickle tickling you?” Isaac dipped the feathers back up into his armpits and then back down into the spot that made his father’s eyes widen, up and down again.
“Stop.” His sneer was shifting now into a goofy smile. His son was being so playful and it was somehow becoming funny to him even though he knew this shouldn’t be funny in the first place. His anger was being replaced with something, he couldn’t tell what and his panic was being replaced with determination not to laugh. The smile was all he had to stop himself from laughing and it was a thin barrier at best.
“Stop what? Stop the tickle tickle tickling?”
“Heheyes! That! Stop. thahat.”
Russell’s smile was wider and he was showing teeth looking like a deranged lunatic. His determination waning now. It would be so much easier to just give it. So much easier to just laugh and get it over with. But as soon as he did his son would have won and he did not want that. At least at this point he wasn’t sure. There was something else to this too.
“Tickle tickle tickle.”
He also realized what his anger was shifting into. Arousal. The lack of control, which he rarely felt in his day to day life and the light tickling sensation of those damned feathers was exciting him and he didn’t know why. He could feel his boxers tightening right behind his sons back and all of a sudden he was rife with another feeling. The feeling of embarrassment because while this situation would be mortifying enough, it was happening at the hands of his son who was half naked on top of him and he didn’t know what to do or how he could keep his son from seeing his growing erection.
“Just a happy giggle. That’s all I want.”
“heh.”
What was he going to say when he did see it? Would he freak out? Would he tickle him more? Would he finally stop? Did he want him to stop? Of course he wanted him to stop this was unacceptable and disrespectful! He was on the wrong side of this! His son should be the one tied down. Wait no. This shouldn’t even be happening! But it was happening and he was starting to break. One more taunt and he knew it was over. “Just one more taunt,” he thought to himself and regretted the thought immediately since it almost felt like desire. Desire for what? To laugh? To drop the veneer of tough guy? To be teased by his son? To laugh for him? To give into this horrible sensation? To let his son win? To give into this horrible tickling that might not actually feel all that horrible? To stop being embarrassed and just let go? To laugh for his son who was being playful and silly and smiling? He was loving the whole thing.
“Tickle tickle giggle.”
“Pffahahaha!”
It was done. He was done. The tickling and taunting seemed to have finally done it, but in reality it was that final realization that got to him. He was loving it.
“Yep, that’s it.”
It had only been a few minutes and he was loving the tickling and the taunting and the loss of control. He felt rock hard and every stroke of that feather, every mischievous word coming out of his sons mouth sent waves of pleasure through his entire body and seemed to surge into his straining cock.
“Hahaha ok ok hahaha stohahap hahaha!”
Russell laughed on and on and the feathers began to dance up to his biceps and into his armpits and just below his arms and down onto his ribs and swirled back up again only to repeat it’s journey again and again. He didn’t even care that something so simple and delicate as a feather was able to tickle him this much anymore, it tortured him so much and it felt so good.
“Nice. Keep laughing. Good boy.”
Throb. That last thing Isaac just said. Through waves of tickling laughter, already feeling electric and giving him pleasure, his son said something that made his dick throb even more. Confusion welling up inside him now as he laughed due to his son’s control over him with those delicate feathers. The confusion was very quickly replaced with relief though, as his son finally stopped. He was loving the tickling, but he needed a break. This was still new, this unending tickling. Being unable to protect himself.
“Well, now that we’ve broken through that tough guy act, dad, let’s move on.” Isaac dropped the feathers. They ended up being more effective than he could have dreamed, but they did the job they were meant for. Now he would exploit his father’s weakness by using his hands. He always wanted to get his fingers on his dad to tickle him into submission. He had tickled him before, but usually when his dad was clothed and never when he was vulnerable like this and especially not for this long. He’s been tickled by his father when he was just in his own underwear, but this time he was going to get to feel that sensation. Skin on skin contact. Nothing protecting his dad’s body from his fingertips. The thought alone was sending so much pleasure to the monster under his boxer briefs and he didn’t care. He was in control and he was past his own embarrassment since he had already decided this needed to happen.
He scooted down just a little, not even realizing that his father’s own tenting boxers were against his ass. He was too distracted with excitement and what he was about to do to him. He started wiggling his fingers playfully and slowly lowering them down to his stomach as Russell watched, wide eyed. He stopped just before making contact and locked eyes with his dad.
“Are you ready? This is gonna be so much fun and look you’re smiling already!”
And he was. This was just another level of taunting that seemed to reignite Russell’s funny bone. He was smiling so wide and watching Isaac’s fingers dangling and dancing just above his belly and somehow it was the funniest thing in the world. He managed to control himself from moaning when he felt the pressure of his son’s body on his erection when he made contact, but the moment his son’s fingers wiggled in the air just above him he was out of control and giggling like a kid. How was this making him laugh? How was he tickling him WITHOUT actually tickling him? He knew all too well he was able to manipulate his own son this way, but he never knew how it felt himself. He never realized how torturous it would be and somehow this was worse than if he was actually being touched. It was the anticipation and already he wanted it over with, but he also didn’t want it to end because that would mean it had only just started.
“Wow, I’m not even touching you yet and you already lost it? That’s kinda weak.”
“Hehehe sssstoppphahahehe hehehehe.”
“Stop what, I haven’t even touched you yet?”
“Sssstop tssstaunting mehahahaha”
“I’m just wiggling my fingers right here over you belly how is this bothering you?”
“Yoohoohoou knohohowoho why.”
“How about this, if you can stop yourself from laughing for 10 seconds, I’ll stop and untie you. Can you do that? BUT, if you laugh you are going to be tied down for the rest of the day and tickled until I’m satisfied you learned your lesson,” He said almost genuinely. He knew there was no way his father was going to be able to do it and Isaac himself was feeling full on dominant and in control.
“Hahawaiwaiwaihahaha you hahaha youhahavetostohahp tihehehickling mehehe firhirhirstsssss.”
“Haha I’m not tickling you yet. Are you really unable to stop unless I take my fingers away first? Fine.” He knew his father was broken now. He was falling for his trap and it even looked like he was enjoying this, though that was clearly because of the forced smile and laughter. He was pretty sure. His dick was throbbing and sensitive and it was almost all he could feel other than total power and satisfaction as he looked down at his father recovering from his childish giggling fit.
“Are you done? Are you ready?”
‘Wait wait wait!” Russell exclaimed trying to buy himself more time. He was, of course, panicking, with his cock was so sensitive against his son’s backside and he was so confused about the situation once again now that he was able to breathe.
“Nope, times up here come the fingers,” Isaac picked his fingers up again and wiggled them bringing them closer to his dad’s stomach again without touching him. He allowed them to dance and he watched his dad’s face as his dad watched those fingers with that goofy wide grin completely enthralled as they danced just above his body again. Isaac loved every moment of this how his dad fought against the forced reaction. He started counting down.
“One.”
Oh man this was already hard, he was already starting to smile.
“Two.”
He was just staring at those fingers, and fighting that roiling laughter bubbling up.
“Three. Four.”
Was he actually going to be able to do this? Was he actually going to be able to keep from laughing?
“Five.”
He was grinning like a lunatic and he wanted to laugh. The situation was too funny and the phantom tickling was still getting to him, but he was fighting it. Did he even want to fight it?
“Six tickle tickle.”
Oh no.
“Seven tickle tickle.”
Not that. Not when he was so close.
“Ngh,” he was losing it now.
“Eight giggle giggle.”
“Hahaha”
“Uh oh. You lost.”
Contact.
NOHAHAHAHA hahaha PLEASE! Hahaha” The fingers touched his skin and it felt like electricity again. He didn’t know what he was saying anymore, but he knew his fate was sealed and he began to accept his submission to his son.
“Ah, is that begging I hear?” Isaac’s ears perked up and his cock throbbed again.
“Nonononohahaha stophahaha,” He refused to admit he was begging just yet. In his mind he wasn’t, but that was mostly because he couldn’t think straight. Too much was happening between the tickling, the taunting, the pleasure, and the confusion.
“Just admit you are begging me to stop and I’ll give you a break.”
Russell laughed on. He was not begging. Or was he? He didn’t know anymore. Did his son win? Did he care? Did he like it? All he knew was that even through the tickling he could feel his cock rubbing against his son and it was making him feel more and more aroused and even more submissive. How could he not feel this way? His dick was rock hard and it was his son’s power over him in this instance causing this insane amount of pleasure.
“Come on or I won’t stop for a while. Tickle tickle tickle,” he loved giving his father choices, because he knew that no matter which way it turned out he was going to win and the surging pleasure in his cock got stronger when he thought of it.
“Nananonohohohahaha pleasssssahahaha stohahap,” yep he was definitely begging. But did he want to admit it? He genuinely didn’t want to, but he also really needed a break from those warm tickling fingers.
“I promise I’ll give you a break if you just admit you are begging me, your son to stop tickling you.”
“Okokokahahaha I’m begging you hahahaha,” the relief from admitting it filled him until he heard his son’s next words.
“No no, you have to specifically say the words ‘I admit I’m begging my son to stop tickling me.’”
“Whahaha nononohaaha plehehesahaha.” Panic. He was so close to getting a break, he thought. All he had to do was say the magic words and he did it wrong. He felt like he was going crazy from the laughter, but how was he going to say all those words. It felt like he had to read a book or run a mile to get there all the while he felt pressure in his erection building up.
“You can do it, I promise. Here, I’ll even stop tickling you on you stomach since it seems too difficult for you to speak,” and with that he moved his hands to his ribs and began to knead the skin there.
It was like electricity over and over and over again. Russell practically screamed as he laughed. He didn’t realize he was so ticklish there… or anywhere. His son’s soft fingers were manipulating him expertly and he knew it. He needed a break and he needed it now or he was going to lose the little ounce of control he had and cum right there with his son.
“HAHAHA I ADMITAHAHA I’MAHAH BEGGIHIHIHIHING MY SONANANAHAHA TO STOP TICKLING MEHEHEHAHAHAHA.”
“That’s a good boy.”
Throb. Both their erections pulsed. Isaac, because he was having a hell of a power trip and Russell because of the lightheadedness of relief and how submissive being called a ‘good boy’ felt. For the first time though, Isaac noticed something touching him after feeling some pressure against his ass as he leaned back and he froze looking alarmed knowing exactly what he was feeling rubbing against his boxer briefs.
“Uuuuh… Dad?”
