You’re Punished! (M/M)

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“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. He was surprised at the fact he was so honry from such a thought. He jerked off every night for the first week 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 truth 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 your 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 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?”

“Thank you thank you thank you,” was all Russell could say interspersed with heavy breaths too distracted to realize his son had noticed his raging hard on. “That… that was intense. So intense.”

“I can tell. Something you’d like to share?”

Russell finally able to get his bearings looked up at his son only to be met with a very smug smile. He just stared back at him blankly, confused about what his son might be talking about.

“You’re liking this aren’t you?” Isaac shifted off of his father to stand up, looming over him, and gesturing to the very hard cock that managed to free itself from his father’s boxers and was shiny from the precum that dribbled down the shaft.

Once again finding himself speechless all he could do was stare at his own dick slack, jawed. He knew he felt the intense arousal of the situation, but seeing just how hard his cock was took him off guard. He was starting to get embarrassed again. Being exposed in front of his son is not something he ever thought would happen and he just didn’t know what to do.

“Haha this is great. You are so turned on by this you can’t even believe it, can you? Neither can I, take a look at this thing!” Isaac grabbed hold of his own junk through his underwear, squeezed it, and shook it gently impressed with the whole thing.

“It’s not funny, this is not normal let me up,” he said eyes glued to his son’s package.

“Not funny huh?” He said as he repositioned the chair slightly and sat down raising his leg up on the bed, holding onto his dick through his boxer briefs. “I dunno, you were laughing pretty hard before…”

“It’s not funny and you neheed to let mehe uhu–stop that!”

Isaac had moved his foot closer to his dad’s side and began wiggling his toes on his skin to tease him.

“Mmmm nah, you are definitely enjoying it, come on give me another giggle.”

“No stohahap thihihis is ridiheheheheculousehehehe.”

Once again Russell’s dick throbbed and it did not go unnoticed by his son. Isaac just sat there rubbing his toes against his dad’s sides and ribs stroking his own cock through his underwear getting himself close just from listening to his dad giggle and watching his dad’s cock react to the tickling and teasing.

“Tell me you like it, come on.”

“Hehehe stohahahap pleasahaha you sahehaid I could hahahave a breahake.”

“Only if you tell me how this is making you feel, come on.”

“Plehehease I cahahant hehehehaha.”

“Yes, you can. Don’t you want to be a good boy and just let it out.”

At those words Russell’s cock twitched again and another stream of precum came oozing out.

“Hehehehehe hehahahehenoohehe I cahahan’t hehe.”

This time, taking his hand off of his dick to hold on to the chair, he brought his other foot up to join in.

“Yes, you can just tell me and I’ll give you another break.”

“Hahahaha ohoh my gohahad please hahaha ok ok ok it feheheels good it feels so good hahahaha just stohahahahap.”

“And that’s all I wanted,” He stopped tickling his father and placed his feet up on his chest allowing them both to take a break. Isaac took this moment to look his father up and down again. Surges of pleasure going through his body straight into his cock as he admired his dad’s body completely vulnerable and ready to be played with some more. He had gotten close to orgasm himself just now, but he wanted to wait. He loved the feeling of being on the edge and wanted to keep that feeling as much as he possibly could and he was going to make sure his dad enjoyed it just as much. He wasn’t embarrassed like he thought he would be. Maybe it was because it was something so taboo that overrode embarrassment with arousal or maybe he was just a sicko. He was willing to bet it was a little bit of both. His attention was brought back to his dad’s cock occasionally twitching from all the throbbing it was doing and he was leaking precum a little more steadily now and he loved it. He felt like he had so much power over him to make him react this way.

Russell, having recovered from the laughing fit his son just put him through, couldn’t help but stare at those feet sitting on his chest so close to his face. This time the soles were facing him and he just lay there admiring them with his mouth beginning to water. He could feel the heat emanating from them into his chest again and could even smell them a bit this time. He wanted to tickle those feet so bad, to feel them with his fingers and to hear his sons laughter because of it. He wanted to put his nose up to them and breathe in their scent and he wanted to play with those toes. Those toes that would occasionally wiggle as they sat there on top of him turning him on so much. What did they taste like? He wanted to suck on them and push his tongue through each space. Russell actually felt as though he were getting close just from staring at those feet. Each time those toes wiggled he could feel it getting stronger. Was this more than just tickling? Did his foot fetish extend to male feet too? To his son’s feet? His son did have very nice looking feet. Amazing feet in fact and now he was imagining playing with them… worshipping them. He was definitely not normal, but he was too turned on and too entranced to even care. He could just stare at those feet all day. His son had a power over him and he was learning to accept it more and more. Man, what did those feet taste like? He had a one track mind and he just couldn’t break free of it.

Isaac on the other hand, turned his attention to his dads face and realized just how hard he was staring at his feet. He must really want revenge if he can’t help but stare at his feet that way. Of course he knew his dad loved tickling him there the most since it was his most ticklish spot. Isaac would always be left in a puddle when his dad managed to get his ankles in a headlock and tickle him. Worse was when he discovered how ticklish the tops of his feet are only rivaling his toes and it made him scream to be tickled there. Even remembering it made his toes splay and clench a bit. Amusing, he thought, that his dad’s dick bobbed again when his toes wiggled. And again. Man, his dad had it bad for his feet. Was it more than just tickling? He knew his father would jump at the chance to tickle him there if he was free, but that stare he was giving his feet was kinda weird. He almost looked like he was hypnotized. He wiggled his toes nervously feeling a little exposed for the first time and noticed his father’s erection twitch and leak more precum. Was he really imagining tickling him that intensely or did his dad actually have a foot fetish? This was almost too much, if his dad was turned on by the tickling and also his feet! He rationalied that the two could definitely go hand in hand considering they are often perceived as a prime tickle spot on most people, but he never really thought his dad had a tickling fetish let alone a foot fetish. Did he only want to tickle him or did he just really like looking at his feet? Did he want to do more with them? Did he have a foot fetish, himself? Isaac remembered a little earlier when he was at his own dad’s feet and seemed kind of drawn to them himself. He remembered his own face getting closer to them, enjoying the sent, and the way his dad’s toes wiggled. He would totally have put his face up to those feet now that he is thinking of it free of guilt and embarrassment again. He wiggled his toes again to see if it would trigger his his father’s cock again. It did. It throbbed and it leaked more precum. He loved it. He loved knowing his power over his father was so intense, but he was also freely admitting to himself that his dad may have an ounce of power over him too. Now he wanted to play with his dad’s feet. To feel them under his fingers and to smell the musky scent coming from them. He was leaking precum just thinking about it and he was at peace with that.

“Hey dad,” he said watching his father not even try to avert his gaze from those beautiful feet. “Can you tell me, again, how good this all feels?” For good measure he wiggled his toes again.

“Ssoo good. I–it feels so good.” Yes, it felt amazing, really. Russell’s mind was feeling just slightly too fuzzy to even hide it right now. Almost as if he were tipsy. His attention divided between his sons voice and those beautiful feet.

“You like the tickling a lot more than you thought you would, huh?” Isaac wiggled his toes again.

“Uh huh…” Oh man, was that an understatement. He loved the tickling so much even though it also felt like torture. And those feet in his face were the best part about it all. He could just keep staring and staring. He wanted to cum so bad. But more than that he wanted to taste those feet. What was Isaac saying again?

“You really want me to tickle you some more, don’t you?” Wiggling his toes again a little more slowly, dragging out a bit.

“Yea, so good…” Tickling sounded so good right now. Those toes looked so nice the way they moved. But wait, what was going on right now? He just wanted to cum so bad.

“Well, I guess I could tickle your feet next. Are you going to be a good boy and let me tickle those toes of yours?” he continued his slow wiggling and watched his father’s cock throb even more. He definitely seemed to like the submissive terms being used on him and he was going to make sure to remember that.

“Huh?” still sounding kind of out of it, he was beginning to become more aware of what his son was saying this time. The threat of having his feet tickled scared him very much since he knew that was definitely one of his most ticklish spots. He never let anyone touch him there and knew this would be murder. Somehow, even through that fear, he was still feeling excitement and he thought maybe he wanted Isaac to tickle his feet. Finally, moving his eyes to meet his son’s he realized what was just said. Instead of responding this time, he just stared back at him submissively.

“I’m going to tickle your feet, dad? How does that make you feel? Come on, you can tell me? You were being so good.”

Russell liked that. He didn’t know why and it filled him with a bit of confusion, but being told he was being good actually made him feel kind of happy. Almost like he won his son’s acceptance just now. But the tickling. He loved it and it turned him on so much, but he couldn’t have his feet tickled. He didn’t know if he could handle it. Would it be worse than the tickling before? Would it feel the same this time? Would it feel amazing? Arousing? Yes, he did want to know after all.

“Tell me how good that makes you feel?” Isaac asked assertively this time.

“I… I don’t… I’m not sure I can handle that.”

“Wow, that was honest. Well,only one way to find out, huh?” he said as he began to take his feet off of his dad’s chest.

“Wha- wait,” Russell reacted before he could think as his eyes quickly moved back to those feet and the instant disappointment of the object of his affection being taken away hit him.

“Wait? Why, was there something else you wanted?” he wiggled his toes a bit quicker and more obvious this time to see if his dad would admit to possibly wanting to play with his feet. He wasn’t sure how or what he wanted with his feet, but he really loved the idea of teasing it out of him, even if it took a while.

“N–nothing. Just… go ahead.” He still couldn’t take his eyes off of his son’s toes. He may not have been able to hide how aroused he was by all the tickling, but he was never going to admit he wanted to worship his son’s feet. Whether that was embarrassment or just one las thing he wanted to hold on to, he wasn’t sure. Russell only knew he just wasn’t quite ready for that. At least not just yet.

“Well, alright, if you insist.”

Getting off the chair and heading down to the foot of the bed, he kneeled in front of his father’s feet and looked them up and down again. His cock throbbed again and this time he knew he most definitely had a thing for feet. His father, in particularly, had nice feet for a dude. He never really thought about feet like that before and he definitely was not into women’s feet, but right now, in front of him, he very much liked what he was seeing.

“Ya know, you have some nice feet, dad.”

What? Why was he saying that? That was weird. Did his son have a foot fetish too, he wondered. Did he know about his already? He couldn’t remember if he ever talked about how much he loved some of his ex-girlfriend’s feet in front of him, but if he did, maybe he knew. Maybe he found out? Maybe his son just liked feet. His feet. He wiggled his toes nervously. It was reflex from having his feet analyzed while being so vulnerable.

“Oh yea, that’s nice. I like when your toes wiggle,” And he did. He felt his cock twitch in his underwear again. He watched as his dad even wiggled his toes again. Not sure if it was out of nervousness or if maybe he liked the idea of his feet being admired this time, he definitely liked it either way. “I’m going to tickle them real good.”

Russell was wiggling his toes on purpose now. Yes, he was nervous, but something about his son praising him made him want to do it more. Was it the hope that maybe he would go easy on him? Did he just like his son enjoying him this way? Maybe he wanted his son to be pleased with him and make him happy? It was all of it. He was basically inviting the tickling this time and he knew it. He felt his sons fingertips gently rubbing his heels and then they just stopped moving, almost poised. He knew this was part of the teasing because he had done this to his son before as well. Start off slowly, lull the victim into a false sense of security, say something tauntingly to catch them off guard, then strike quickly making them squeal.

“Hey, you know what would be great? If you called me Sir,” Isaac suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” Now that was an extreme request that he just didn’t even believe his own son thought was ever going to happen. “I’m never calling you thahat. Overher my dehehead bodehehe oh gohahad!”

Isaac knew what his father’s play was, he had suffered it enough times and he learned from it. Instead of quickly scribbling his fingers over the surprisingly soft and very warm skin, he very slowly brushed his fingertips in circular motions on his father’s heels. He had never gotten to tickle him on his feet before and he was going to make sure he AND his father enjoyed it.

“Oh, really? Over your dead body? I don’t think it’s going to come to that and I don’t really think you do either.”

“Nohohohehehe I wohohohon’t.”

“No? We’ll see about that,” he said still lightly tickling his father’s heels.

“No you cahahan’t mahahake mehehehe.”

“Aw, you’re sounding like you’re about to throw a little temper tantrum. Don’t you want to be a good boy and listen?” he asked this time allowing his fingers to travel up to the sides of his feet and gently brushing up and down them.

“NO! Haha no nohoho yohuhuhu cahan’t plehehease stohahap,” his pleaded, but he didn’t even know how seriously he meant it. His cock throbbed achingly when his son asked him to be good and listen to him and the tickling only amplified the pleasure. But it was still tickling and as pleasurable as it felt, it was still torture.

“Ok, well, what if I tickled you… Over… here!” Isaac’s fingers slowly traveled across his soles over to his arch and repeated the same motions in this spot like he did on the sides of his feet.

“Wait wait wait wahait dohohon’t dohohoooo thahahahat.”

“Not on here? Ok, well would you call me ‘Sir’ if I tickled you here?”

This time he brought his fingers to the very tips of his father’s toes and though it was so feather light, it still made his dad squeal with a quick jolt of fear since he was so sensitive on this spot and he didn’t know if he could take it if he explored his toes anymore than he already was. At this point he knew he was going to break down. He just didn’t know how long he was going to hold out for.

“EEHehehehe Nononohoho hahaha nohahahat there hehehe.”

“Oh no, where? Here? Is this where you don’t want me to tickle you?”

“Yehehehes plehehehease hahahaha.”

“Wait what was it you didn’t want me to do? I can’t seem to remember.”

“Hahaha yehehes you dohohohoo.”

“I don’t I swear you have to tell me so I can stop!”

This level of taunting was making the tickling so much worse. Would Isaac really stop? Would he really give him a break? Was he just going to move to a different spot? Why was this almost making him feel like a little kid again? Why did his toes have to be so ticklish? Should he just say it? Why did the way his son was teasing him make it so fun? Why did he have to enjoy it so much? Why did he think his son was so adorable this way? Was it adorable or was it just sexy? Maybe it was just both. Lord knows his dick throbbed the moment he touched his toes. This whole scenario has been turning him on since the beginning so he was definitely finding his son sexy and he almost started to feel bad about it, but the tickling was just too intense, too silly, too arousing. It clouded how he thought about it and he didn’t even care.

“Nonono hohonono.”

“I want you to say it. Say it for me. What did you want me to stop doing?” This time Isaac brought his fingers to the undersides of the toes and just lightly scratched there, smiling playfully the entire time.

“Hahaha ok ok my tohohohoes don’t tickle my toes hahahaha it tihihickles tohohohoo muhahahahach.”

“Aw, well I think you know what might make me stop then. Why don’t you be a good boy and do it?”

“Hahahaha you prohahahamisssssss?”

“I do. I promise.” And Isaac meant it.

“Ok ok Ssssahaha Sir hahaha! Pleasahahaha Sir hahahah.”

“Oh, wait but you have to ask Sir what you want from him.”

“Whahahat nohoho you promised haha.”

“I did and that’s why I need you to do what I ask so I can do what I promised.”

“Buhuhut I dihihihid it plehehehease.”

“You don’t want to upset me right? I’ll stop as soon as you tell ‘Sir’ what you want me to stop doing. Hmm, maybe this will help!” Isaac said suddenly moving his fingers to the tops of his toes and this felt like no tickling his dad had ever felt before judging from the shriek he let out.

“AHAHA OH NO hahaha nonohahaha.”

“Wow it must be torture here, you really should tell me what you want so it can all stop.”

“OK OK OK HAHA, Please haha plehease, Sir stohahahahap tihihihihickling my tohohohoes I’ll be a goohahahahad boy HAHAHAHAHA!”

A surge of pleasure went through each of their bodies as his father gave in. Isaac stopped the tickling and chuckling to himself he grabbed his dick through his underwear again and stroked. He just sat there on his knees watching his father’s feet wiggle and loving everything about them. He pushed sat back on his legs, closed his eyes and just stroked getting himself closer and closer until he almost lost control. He felt like he was in ecstasy and didn’t want this day to end. He was finding out so much about his father and about himself during this entire experience. He loved being the one doing the tickling. He loved the feet squirming right in front of him. He loved being in control of someone else. He leaned forward back on his knees again and brought his nose to his father’s toes inhaling the scent and felt his own cock throb again. If this arousal and weakness is how he felt looking and sniffing his own dad’s feet then he could only imagine how his dad must have felt when he had his own soles in his face. He got up quickly and stood over the foot of the bed staring down at those gorgeous feet.

“Did he just sniff my feet?” Russell thought to himself as he recovered from the hysterical laughter he was put through. Watching his son stand up and looking down at his bound feet he saw a hunger in his eyes as his hands reached for them. In love with the pleasure that he felt from his son’s warm hands making contact with the tops of his feet as they caressed his skin, he was both excited and anxious about what was to come next. The momentary sniff his son gave his feet actually felt really amazing, but the hunger in his eyes meant he definitely in for more tickling. A moan escaped his lips as he felt his thumbs apply pressure to his arches, massaging them a little. He looked up to see his son staring at his feet as he rubbed them, looking lost in his own fantasy until he spoke.

“You like this? You like when I massage these feet?” Looking at his father in the eyes he continued, “they are mine. These feet belong to me now and I’m going to enjoy tickling them whenever I want. How does that make you feel?

Silence. Russell liked it very much. So much so that his cock bobbed up and down again making his son smirk. He was in a place where he would do and say whatever his son wanted right now. Not because he wanted it over with, but because he felt total submission and just wanted to let go of any remaining ounce of control he had.

“Tell me.”

“Amazing. It feels amazing,” he replied as he swallowed hard and preparing himself for whatever was in store next.

“I’m gonna start tickling you again. Are you ready?”

Russell nodded.

“No. Say it and say it right.”

“I’m ready, Sir.”

Throb.

With that, Isaac started to very lightly at first tickle the tops of his dad’s feet. Feeling them tense up, he applied more and more pressure. Watching his face the entire time. The initial brush of his fingertips made his dad’s eyes go wide, but then a happy grin started to take over his face. Then the giggling. When he really started to scratch his fingertips on the tops of those feet his father lost it instantly. He squealed and screamed with such laughter that he couldn’t believe anyone was really this ticklish. But he knew exactly what his father was feeling because he had felt it done to him plenty of times. The tops of his father’s feet were definitely much more ticklish than anywhere else so far and he was really enjoying pushing those limits. This time, even through all the torture he knew he was putting him through he was impressed that all his father did was laugh. No begging this time, instead he just took it and seemed to love it. Eventually, he realized quite a bit of time had gone by because the begging was starting now.

“PleassssssHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHA!”

“You sure about that?”

“YES! OH GAHAHAHAD STAHAHAP!”

“I don’t knoooow… What do I get out of it?”

“ANYTHING! ANIHEHETHING! JUST PLEASE STAHAP!”

“Keep going and make sure you remember you manners.”

“SIR! HAHA I’LL DOHOHO ANYTHING HAHAHA JUST PLEASE! HAHA I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST PLEASE STAHAHAP TICKLIHIHING MY FEEHEHEHEET!””

“Anything, huh?” Isaac asked genuinely intrigued.

“YES PLEHEHEASE! SIR!”

He stopped.

“THANK YOU!” Russell shouted as he continued to giggle and catch his breath. “Water… please…”

“Right! Didn’t think of that, but what was the proper way to ask again?”

“May I… breath have some water please, breathSir…”

“That’s a good boy.”

As he lay there waiting for his son to return with water to soothe his very dry mouth and throat, his attention became focused on his raging hardon. Even throughout the torturous tickling, he was still rock hard. Something about the sensation really triggered something in his body that made him so aroused, he was in awe of that and of his son’s dominance and control over the situation. He was so turned on every time his own son praised him. Every time he was made to submit. Being told he was good… and especially being told he was a ‘good boy’ made him feel amazing and powerless and sexy all at the same time. Just thinking about it now was making his dick strain and dear god if he just didn’t get to come soon he thought he was going to lose it. He watched his cock as he reflexively made it bob up and down trying to give himself some kind of relief that was never going to come. Would it be weird for his son to help him out? To touch him… there? To touch his hard, leaking dick and make him cum? Would he even be ok cumming in front of his own son? Yes. He didn’t care he just needed to cum so bad. He already submitted himself fully to his son it would not matter if he did and he was certain his son wouldn’t be phased. After all, Isaac was rock hard too.

Downstairs, Isaac was downing a glass of water himself not realizing just how parched he was as he had watched the water from the faucet pour into the glass. After hastily swallowing big gulps of the water and feeling the excess run down his chin onto his chest and down his stomach he allowed the glass to fill up with more water until it was full. All he could do was think about how horny he was and how badly he wanted to cum. He was also sure his father was just about ready to burst. The tickling was driving him mad in so many ways and he knew he must be feeling the strain badly. What if he played another little game with him. He already gave in to everything he was doing and asking of him that Isaac wanted to see just how far he could push this newfound control over his father. What would be a good game? Something torturous, but not in a cruel way? Maybe tease him in some sort of way. More phantom tickles with wiggling fingers? Nah, that was fun, but he wanted to try something else. He wanted to really make his dad spiral down this road of arousal and desperation. He knew his dad seemed to really like his feet. What if… Hmm. Isaac knew exactly what he was going to do next. Grabbing the scissors from the drunk drawer and shoving them behind him in his boxer briefs he walked upstairs smiling to himself devilishly again.

Approaching the bed he kneeled carefully so as not to hurt him. Using one hand to raise his head and the other to carefully put the glass to his lips he cooed, “Careful take smaller sips. I don’t want you to choke. Ok good, yea.”

“I’m gonna take it easy on you in this next part,” he said as he put down the glass. “In fact, I think you’re really going to enjoy it. But first, let’s get you a little more comfortable, hmm?” With that, he took the scissors out from behind his back and watched his dad’s eyes widen in fear for only a moment until taking hold of the boxers.

After the boxers were cut free from his body, Russell looked down and realized he was feeling even more vulnerable, as if that were even possible, and he loved it. After looking back at his son, he realized he had stripped off his own boxers and watched as his son took hold of his own cock and stroke it a few times while leaning his head back and softly moaning. All of a sudden Russell’s mouth was watering watching Isaac play with himself. Seeing that juicy hard cock leaking a little and pointing right at him. Did he really want to touch him? To take him into his mouth and please him? Oh, yes he did. It was so wrong and he was so horny and he did not care at all anymore. Maybe he was finally going to get to cum too. Was this Isaac saying he was going to finally give him release from this sexual frustration? Was he going to stroke him off using those very talented hands that caused him so much sweet agony just minutes before? He was ready for whatever was coming next.

“Alright, here’s the deal,” Isaac positioned the chair right up to the middle of the bed, picked something out of his bag again and sat down. “I’m going to use this to tickle you,” as he showed his dad the turkey feather.

“But I thought–” he started, but remembering his place quickly stopped talking.

“What? What did you ‘think?’ Go ahead.”

“I guess… I was hoping you were going to let me…”

“Say it, what did you think I was going to let you do?”

“I was hoping you would help me cum…” Saying it out loud he realized that as horny as he was he could still feel embarrassment, but what was done was done.

“Oh, is that what you were hoping? Well, how about this… I’m going to do just that. How about I use this on your… aching… sensitive… cock,” he said has he brushed the tip of the feather along the shaft with each of those last three words.

“ungh… heh… hehe”

Russell giggled from the lightly ticklish sensations and the idea of being teased with the feather. It sounded like fun and part of him was excited, but another part of him wasn’t so convinced he was going to be able to cum that way. He was going to need some added pressure or this was going to take forever and it was still going to tickle. He loved the tickling, but could he stand it o his dick for that long?

“I can see you’re conflicted. Talk to me, boy.”

“I’m just… really horny, Sir. The tickling feels good, but it might take me…”

“You really want to cum, huh? Ok, how about some added incentive then? Would this help you cum faster?” Isaac put his feet up and crossed his ankles on his father’s chest closer to his face again, watched him swallow hard and his dick bounce again.

“Uh… Yea, that might help,” and he swallowed hard again, feeling his mouth water some more.

“Yea that might help…?”

“Sir, sorry, that might help sir.”

“Good boy,” quickly wiggling his toes a she said ‘boy.’ “Here’s the deal, I’m going to keep my feet right here and I’m going to tickle your cock until you cum. However, I don’t want you to cum until I give you permission, is that clear?” ending his question with a quick wiggle of his toes and swipe of the feather along the shaft again.

“Ngh, Yes, Yes sir!”

“Ok, because if you disobey me I’m going to have to punish you.

This was it, he was finally going to get to cum and he was going to be able to freely stare at those beautiful soles to get there. He didn’t realize how sexy and arousing just looking at those feet and watching those toes wiggle could be. The feather alone would have taken a while to get him there, but those feet were already giving him the confidence that he was going to get there sooner than later. They felt so warm on his skin and he could make out the scent again which only made him throb more.

“Alright, good. I’m gonna start off slow, and then I’ll pick up the pace.”

Russell just sat there and stared at those soles and watched as the toes played slowly until finally they wiggled quickly and stopped. At the same time he felt the feather quickly tickle just underneath his cochead and it tickled and it felt amazing. Isaac repeated the process 9 more times, dragging out the wiggling and tickling a little bit more each time. He would splay his toes slowly and then bring them to a wiggle as he allowed the feather to dance along the shaft more and more. More and more his father would moan and giggle making Isaac’s own cock strain. By teasing his father this way, it made him uncertain how much longer even he would be able to last. Eventually, he brought his father to a steadier stream of giggles and moans and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He loved being able to control his father, seemingly, with just a wiggle of his toes.

Russell was truly enjoying himself now. This was a different kind of tickling meant entirely for pleasure. He could lay here gazing at his son’s feet all day and maybe he would, but not before getting to cum. And maybe, just maybe Isaac would let him have just a little bit more. Yes, he really wanted to bury his nose in them. So much so, that his mouth was watering again and it was all he could think of. He had to ask, he just had to. He had nothing to lose now.

“Please, Sir, can I…” he trailed off hoping his son would be able to read his mind.

“Can you what?”

“I just… Can I…”

“Say it,” he said firmly, but gently thinking his dad was about to ask permission to cum.

“Can I… smell… your feet, Sir?” he asked feeling embarrassed again, but his son’s response made him feel instantly better.

Isaac softly giggled to himself completely not expecting that. Wow, he really had it bad and it was kinda cute how his father seemed to be embarrassed to even suggest it. Of course, he was going to allow him to. How could he deny him after that. He would reward him for being brave enough to ask.

“Yes, and thank you for being honest with me and yourself about what you want.”

Russell’s cock throbbed so hard just now. He did the right thing. He asked the right way. He gave in and was honest about his desire and now he was going to get it. He watched as his son uncrossed his ankles, scooted down a little, and extended his legs again till those beautiful soles were gently pressing against his cheeks.

“How’s this?” gently positioning one of his feet so that it was just hovering over his dad’s face. “Good?”

“Yes… Sir!” finally getting to push his nose into those toes and breathe in the magic scent of his son’s feet. His cock was consistently aching again.

“Yea? They might smell a little hehe,” he giggled happily again, both from seeing his father enjoy himself and from the light ticklish sensation of his dad’s nose sniffing and brushing back and forth across his toes.

Growling a little from the combination of the scent, the feel of those warm soles on his face, and the giggling from son, he was in a whole new state of mind. An elevated feeling of arousal and it was ecstasy. He continued to hungrily sniff at his son’s toes and rub his face back and forth on the sole until his son every so often switched feet. Hearing how his movements made Isaac giggle a little more freely, he started kissing at those soles as well. Isaac may be in control of his entire body right now, but he was still exceptionally ticklish on his feet and this was the most fun he had ever had tickling him. Making him laugh, but obviously enjoying it and feel good at the same time. This is where he was meant to be, under Isaac’s feet pleasuring him.

“Hehehe This feels amazing,” in his own state of pure pleasure, he couldn’t help but giggle and let his father have his way, kissing and tickling his feet. “This may have to become a regular thing, if you’re good. That reminds me…”

Bringing the feather back up to the throbbing cock again, he started to brush the tip of the feather just below the cock head again and listened as his father let out another growl mixed with ravenously horny moans and giggles. He tried to time it so that every time he moaned or giggled, which was often, he would use the feather in the same spot. Soon after just a few minutes his father was moaning louder.

“I’m-- ngh, gonna cum.”

“Make sure you ask permission,” keeping the feather dancing there now to keep the sensation at a steady rise.

“Please ah, please can I cum, Sir mmmm!”

“Just a little longer and then you can cum.”

“Ngh! Please!”

“Just a little longer.”

He continued to tickle below his glistening cock head and just underneath the base and watched has his father’s head moved from foot to foot more quickly almost unsure of where to go or what to do next. Russell was practically in a frenzy with the smell and feel of Isaac’s feet making him feel weaker and crazier with lust. He was trying to keep the impending explosion at bay, but for how long? He didn’t know. And Isaac wasn’t sure his dad would last either, but he was counting on that.

“Please! Sir, can I cum?”

“It’s “‘May’ I cum. Not “‘Can’ I cum.”

“NGH! May ngh! May I cum, Sir? Please!”

“One more minute, you can do it, I’ll even count for you. One, Two, Three–”

“NGH! PLEASE!” He begged almost as if he was going to break down in tears. But he was loving it. Every second. His son’s control and taunting was hot enough, but the idea of disobeying and being punished crossed his mind and it was even hotter. He knew his son was going to tickle him again and he couldn’t wait. He needed to cum first, but the submissive part of him still insisted on being good and listening to him. All these thoughts cycling through his head was just making it harder and harder to control though. Be good and listen, but disobey and get the sweet punishment that he deserved. It was all too much!

“Four, Five, Six-- Whoa!”

“AAAH!” Russell’s cock erupted and he shot all over his son’s feet which didn’t manage to protect some of his face from also getting splashed. Ropes of cum continued to shoot onto his stomach as his body shook heavily from the pleasure of his long awaited orgasm. And it was, indeed, the best orgasm he had ever had. His body finally settling down, he realised that he still felt a tingling on the underside of his cock and he started to squirm again.

“Uh! Did that feel good?” Not waiting for an answer, he continued, “I’m glad cause you were a bad boy and didn’t wait till I gave you permission. Looks like I’ll have to punish you, huh?”

“Nnnhehe, nooo hehe dohon’t hehe I’m sorryhehe!” he giggled helplessly and playfully knowing it was coming anyway.

“I think you want to be tickled, don’tcha? That’s why you disobeyed me, isn’t it?”

Isaac got off the chair, movied it out of the way, and sat back on the bed kneeling in between his father’s legs allowing the cum on his feet to smear wherever his feet touched. Leaning forward he used his thumb to wipe off the small bit of cum on his face and licked it off watching his father’s astonished face. Placing his hands on his father’s inner thighs he softly rubbed along the skin as his dad began to lose it already.

“No no no hohohahahahahaha.” He loved it, but… was this gonna be worse than he thought? He knew he was ticklish there, but now he felt electric again and his son was only rubbing his skin not even tickling at all. Maybe it was just the anticipation again.

“Wow you are getting hysterical already. You really are just as ticklish as me, huh? Like father like son, I guess heh.” His hands beginning to allow his fingertips to do more of the work. “Did you know… that after an orgasm the body becomes more sensitive? I wonder if that applies to tickling too. Let’s find out!”

And with that he kneaded the inner thighs making his dad scream with laughter. He kept it up in that spot for a few minutes and loved watching his father try as hard as he could and fail to close his legs. Happy he thought to secure him this way after all. All his dad could do was beg and shout with laughter his cock softening from cumming while Isaac’s own cock throbbed even more and leaked steadily onto the bed.

“PLEASE AAAHAHAHAHA!”

“Ok ok, I won’t tickle you there anymore, let’s try here!”

Isaac quickly moved his fingers to his dad’s groin just above where his dick met the rest of his body and Russell let out a scream and actually manage to slightly come loose enough from the bonds to lift his back and butt off the bed. Wide eyed at this newfound goldmine of ticklish nerves he couldn’t bring himself to stop tickling for minutes on end until he noticed tears start to stream down his father’s face. Moving his finger tips up onto his stomach and slowing down, light enough to allow him to speak in comprehensive sentences he allowed his father a bit of a reprieve.

“Got a little carried away there! Sorry about that heh, but you can take it. You’re being a real champ about this, aren’t you?”

“Hehe please hahaha you gottahaha stahahap.”

“I’m sorry… WHAT?”

With that he moved his hands back down to his groin again, but this time gripping his sides and kneading his fingers there. With renewed vigor he he raised himself up again, but it wasn’t enough to get his son to let go. He was still in control and he was going to make sure his dad remembered that.

“SIR AHAHA! PLEASE HAHAHA! I’M SORRY HAHAHAHA!”

“Better. Now what were you saying,” He let go of his dad’s groin and this time just used one hand to slowly draw circles on his twitching stomach.

“I need hehehehe I neheheheed a break haha,” Russell begged. “Pleasssssahaha!”

“Well, I am really horny. I think it might be my turn to cum. Are you gonna help out with that?”

“Yessssehehehe anything hehe please haha I’ll do whateverahaha you want!”

With that he stopped tickling his father. Even during his father’s desperate ‘thank you’s’ as he started to undo the bonds, he said nothing. Once free, his father layed there a moment and breathed in and out. Isaac took hold of his father’s wrists and massaged up each arm for abit. Then he did the same with his ankles. Admiring his father’s feet as he did. Once, letting go of his second ankle, he and his father adjusted themselves sitting on the edge of the bed side by side hands in their laps. Silence. Eventually, getting up, Russell stood facing his son. Looking up at his father he leaned back onto his elbows signaling exactly what he wanted.

Russell stood there for a moment staring into his son’s eyes and then traveling down at his son’s very hard, dripping cock. Without even questioning it, he got down on his knees.

Isaac moaned.

 

[MagneticLee]

Great story! Any plans for a part 2? Would love for Russell to get some extreme revenge on the boy haha.

 

[Brody27]

This is an amazing story! Very well written with realistic, erotic dialog. The turn-about and the shifting power dynamics are very very hot. The verbal taunting made me melt! Thank you for writing and posting!