“you wanted to see me, coach?” Adam anxiously spoke up. He had just joined the renowned football team of it's university. The Michigan State team and was still not able to process that he had been selected amongst the many others.
“Hi, Adam.” The rough and husky voice increased the teen's anxiety another notch. Ryan Sawyer was probably the hottest and youngest coach in the entire state. He had been the most fantastic footballer during his university days and his strategies could even make a noob player into a star player within a match. It was also not just rumours that he was rather strict, disciplined and kept his players in rigorous training however none of his players spoke against him on the contrary they loved him and admired him.
Being in his young 30s Ryan had received uncountable proposals and was easily regarded as a snob when it came to relationships however only little people were aware of his true nature, and by little we mean, it is only him who is aware of his own personality. In a swift motion of his eyes, Ryan checked out the strong and petite body of the deviant redhead standing in front of him. He could feel himself smiling, he did not just select Adam because he was a good player, there were more layers to the theory than what met the eye. The fiery red colour spoke a lot about Adam’s deviant and stubborn nature and also a bit about his sexuality. What impressed Ryan the most, was his call confidence which was covered by nonchalance. Adam didn't seem to care what others thought about him, he seemed to be contented with whatever he was. He was a true soft and gentle soul, Ryan had witnessed his concern for other players, but had also seen how nonchalant Adam was to people who tried to pull him down or break his confidence.
“Adam. I suppose you remember we have our practice match starting tomorrow?” Ryan couldn't help but size up the youngsters body again, somehow this kid seemed much more fun than his past encounters and that increased his excitement.
“Ye-yes Si-Coach.” Adam smacked his head mentally for his stupid anxiety. Football was not only a passion for Adam but everything. His mother left him at a young age and all he had was a doting father. His father used to be a recognised professor at Michigan State University before he went on and started a new job at New Jersey. Since childhood Adam had seen Ryan playing. When Adam heard he was selected as a player and Ryan was the coach of the team he was playing for his happiness knew no bounds. Ever since he had started having dreams of football, he knew he one day wanted to play and practise with Ryan. Standing in front of his idol he was now way too speechless and clueless on how he should react to it.
“Good. I’ve texted you my address. Meet me at 8, k?” Ryan replied with a smile and turned around to finish off his work. The abrupt reply broke Adam out of his trance. He dreamily picked up whatever Ryan told and left the room as soon as possible. He entered the nearest washroom to splash some water and break himself from his daydream. It was then he realised what Ryan actually hinted. Before he could analyse what happened, his phone beeped with a new notification. It was from Ryan, he had texted him the address to his home. Adam found it rather odd as to why Adam needed to go to his coach’s house, that too so late when there was such an important match tomorrow. However he shrugged and kept on thinking about his encounter with his idol, and carried on with his rest of his classes.
Adam rang the doorbell and stood back to take in the spacious villa standing in front of him. The villa didn't look anything extraordinary however it did look big and spacious, he wished his university dorm building was that big. The door sprang open within the four minutes of ringing. Adam gulped down as he checked out the hot half naked player in front of him. Ryan's abs were more than just protruding and his sweaty body gave the hints of rigorous exercises. Adam found a glint of jealousy thinking of the lucky girl but soon pushed it out as he entered the plush villa. The inside was marvellously decorated and was much more posh than what appeared outside.
After he settled down and was offered a drink and the preliminaries were done, Ryan dropped the bomb.
“Adam, I suppose you are not aware of why I had asked you to come over tonight?” Ryan enquired.
“N-no coach.” Adam found his throat going dry again.
“I won't beat around the bush. Tomorrow is your first practice tournament and I hope you remember your placement test?” Ryan struggled to hide his smirk. With each passing second he took his time to analyse the cute and hot lad sitting in front of him.
“Yes coach. I got three questions wrong.” Adam replied while bowing his head down. What happened next, literally swept him off the floor. Before he could know, a hand held his chin and he was soon facing his idol within seconds.
“You know, this is what I love about you.” Adam felt his heartbeat increase. “Your dedication towards the game. However, rules are rules. Today I am gonna prepare you for tomorrow’s game. And let me tell you, I don't like to talk too much and also hate people interrupting me. Thus everything else would be told to you as the day passes. Gotcha?” Ryan gave a small smile, while Adam nodded. He felt his nervousness grow due to unknown reasons.
Within 10 minutes Ryan took Adam and settled him in what looked like the furthest room in the villa. The room was carpeted and the walls had some plush, velvety design, in the centre was a chair facing a blackboard and a wooden box in front of it. Ryan asked Adam to settle on the chair and put his feet in the holes in front of the chair. Ryan went on to then strap his arms and placed a strap on his waist, within moments Adam was absolutely immobilised and tugging at his bonds to make sure he was truly in that situation. Ryan left Adam in that state and came back only after around an hour.
“Sooo, Adam. We are gonna together sketch out each of the matches, then put in your strategy which was incorrect in the answer sheet and then we would try to understand the correct one. Clear?” Ryan couldn't help but smirk. Adam only nodded but was still confused as to why he had to be bound in order to understand the game.
He surely found out the reason very soon and was sure to not forget it ever.
Ryan teasingly pulled out the shoes and then the socks. The cool air made Adam wince with sensitivity.
“Sensitive?” Ryan asked, he had a hunch he was going to enjoy this much more than what he had initially planned.
“A-a little.” Adam replied nervously.
Ryan wanted to take his time with the prey. He picked up the stiffest feather, a bright pink colour and slowly started tracing circles on Adam’s feet.
“Cohahch??”
“Yes Adam?” He intentionally stopped tickling him just for a second. He suddenly changed his plans to go slow, as his eyes went towards the clock.
“Wa-what a-a-re we-?”
“You know Adam. I am a very bad coach. I don't like spoon-feeding my players. Each time a player makes an error, I make sure they learn a lesson by punishing them in the most cruel and dreadful way but also allow them to please me and enjoy themselves! Now you tell me, am I not kind?” Ryan came increasingly close towards Adam’s face. His breath falling on Ryan's nose.
“Co-coach pl-please. I-I-am egtremely ticklish. Please please I-I-” Adam was on the verge of crying, he was unbearably ticklish and completely helpless as he was tied to the chair unable to leave.
“Shh. I said I don't like interruptions. Now you just increased your punishment, boy.” Ryan almost felt pity after looking at the cute redhead but at the same time he couldn't wait to run his expert fingers on his feet.
With that Ryan took a bold black marker and immediately launched an attack on the soft soles, each time one game was completed he gave a three second break before using a scrubber to scrub Adam’s feet with soap. He then went on to draw the correct strategy on his feet and ultimately traced it out with a blunt pencil and a stiff feather. He didn't even leave Adam's toes out on this.
Adam on the other hand howled and kept on belting laughter, his unbearable sensitivity punishing him for every second he spent in that room. He always knew he was madly sensitive and that his feet were one of the dreaded spots. His voice went hoarse, arms became limp and body grew tired from all the feet tickling he received. The tickling went on nearly non stop for 3-4 hours and he remembered vaguely how his coach had carried him out and tucked in the bed. He was too tired and hoarse to say something or move his body. His pleadings stopped after 2 hrs and it was only occasionally when his energy returned was he able to plead stop, not that the tickling stopped but he tried.
“Coachahshsshshahahshahaha plehahsahahshshsahaha”
“Nonohonohooihohohohoho”
“Nohahaahahat theahahahaaha feaahahaahaahahahteraahahaa”
“Pleashahahahahahahahhshahahaha”
"Coahahahaahahaaha I reahahahally canananaot talkeahahaha anymorehahaha”
“Gahahahahahsahaha plshaahhashahahsa”
“I-I-I cannot take it cannot take it “
Ryan cuddled Adam closer to him as he saw him chanting “please stop”. Adam was unbelievably ticklish, and even though Ryan enjoyed and was already planning another night with Adam, he doubted the latter would be willing to even talk to him. He somehow felt he had went beyond his boundaries, however he couldn't help but snuggle closer to his body and found himself drifting off to a peaceful sleep.
“Fuck it, I would think about it later.”
Ryan was the first one to wake up the next day, he prepared Adam a healthy breakfast and as his doubts confirmed Adam did avoid him a bit and didn't bring up their shenanigans of previous day.
The match went on amazing, and Adam's team was on the verge of winning however as the ball was passed to Adam, he missed to score the goal. From the bleacher, any coach who was even close to what Ryan was, would have definitely known what that miss meant.
The result was clear;
“Tickle me please, coach.”
Adam apologised to the players and walked to the bleachers. He saw Ryan waiting for him with a straight face.
“I am sorry coach but would you mind if I move in with you?” Adam asked sheepishly.
“Are you sure?” The question took Ryan off-guard he wasn't expecting that from the timid Adam.
“As sure, as I would ever be.” Adam replied with his most charming smile.
“Pack your stuff, and make sure to reach by 8. I want you in THE ROOM by 8:05.” And with that Ryan walked away,
leaving Adam smiling stupidly.
every story begins when you least expect it, doesn't it? —
“Hi, Adam.” The rough and husky voice increased the teen's anxiety another notch. Ryan Sawyer was probably the hottest and youngest coach in the entire state. He had been the most fantastic footballer during his university days and his strategies could even make a noob player into a star player within a match. It was also not just rumours that he was rather strict, disciplined and kept his players in rigorous training however none of his players spoke against him on the contrary they loved him and admired him.
Being in his young 30s Ryan had received uncountable proposals and was easily regarded as a snob when it came to relationships however only little people were aware of his true nature, and by little we mean, it is only him who is aware of his own personality. In a swift motion of his eyes, Ryan checked out the strong and petite body of the deviant redhead standing in front of him. He could feel himself smiling, he did not just select Adam because he was a good player, there were more layers to the theory than what met the eye. The fiery red colour spoke a lot about Adam’s deviant and stubborn nature and also a bit about his sexuality. What impressed Ryan the most, was his call confidence which was covered by nonchalance. Adam didn't seem to care what others thought about him, he seemed to be contented with whatever he was. He was a true soft and gentle soul, Ryan had witnessed his concern for other players, but had also seen how nonchalant Adam was to people who tried to pull him down or break his confidence.
“Adam. I suppose you remember we have our practice match starting tomorrow?” Ryan couldn't help but size up the youngsters body again, somehow this kid seemed much more fun than his past encounters and that increased his excitement.
“Ye-yes Si-Coach.” Adam smacked his head mentally for his stupid anxiety. Football was not only a passion for Adam but everything. His mother left him at a young age and all he had was a doting father. His father used to be a recognised professor at Michigan State University before he went on and started a new job at New Jersey. Since childhood Adam had seen Ryan playing. When Adam heard he was selected as a player and Ryan was the coach of the team he was playing for his happiness knew no bounds. Ever since he had started having dreams of football, he knew he one day wanted to play and practise with Ryan. Standing in front of his idol he was now way too speechless and clueless on how he should react to it.
“Good. I’ve texted you my address. Meet me at 8, k?” Ryan replied with a smile and turned around to finish off his work. The abrupt reply broke Adam out of his trance. He dreamily picked up whatever Ryan told and left the room as soon as possible. He entered the nearest washroom to splash some water and break himself from his daydream. It was then he realised what Ryan actually hinted. Before he could analyse what happened, his phone beeped with a new notification. It was from Ryan, he had texted him the address to his home. Adam found it rather odd as to why Adam needed to go to his coach’s house, that too so late when there was such an important match tomorrow. However he shrugged and kept on thinking about his encounter with his idol, and carried on with his rest of his classes.
Adam rang the doorbell and stood back to take in the spacious villa standing in front of him. The villa didn't look anything extraordinary however it did look big and spacious, he wished his university dorm building was that big. The door sprang open within the four minutes of ringing. Adam gulped down as he checked out the hot half naked player in front of him. Ryan's abs were more than just protruding and his sweaty body gave the hints of rigorous exercises. Adam found a glint of jealousy thinking of the lucky girl but soon pushed it out as he entered the plush villa. The inside was marvellously decorated and was much more posh than what appeared outside.
After he settled down and was offered a drink and the preliminaries were done, Ryan dropped the bomb.
“Adam, I suppose you are not aware of why I had asked you to come over tonight?” Ryan enquired.
“N-no coach.” Adam found his throat going dry again.
“I won't beat around the bush. Tomorrow is your first practice tournament and I hope you remember your placement test?” Ryan struggled to hide his smirk. With each passing second he took his time to analyse the cute and hot lad sitting in front of him.
“Yes coach. I got three questions wrong.” Adam replied while bowing his head down. What happened next, literally swept him off the floor. Before he could know, a hand held his chin and he was soon facing his idol within seconds.
“You know, this is what I love about you.” Adam felt his heartbeat increase. “Your dedication towards the game. However, rules are rules. Today I am gonna prepare you for tomorrow’s game. And let me tell you, I don't like to talk too much and also hate people interrupting me. Thus everything else would be told to you as the day passes. Gotcha?” Ryan gave a small smile, while Adam nodded. He felt his nervousness grow due to unknown reasons.
Within 10 minutes Ryan took Adam and settled him in what looked like the furthest room in the villa. The room was carpeted and the walls had some plush, velvety design, in the centre was a chair facing a blackboard and a wooden box in front of it. Ryan asked Adam to settle on the chair and put his feet in the holes in front of the chair. Ryan went on to then strap his arms and placed a strap on his waist, within moments Adam was absolutely immobilised and tugging at his bonds to make sure he was truly in that situation. Ryan left Adam in that state and came back only after around an hour.
“Sooo, Adam. We are gonna together sketch out each of the matches, then put in your strategy which was incorrect in the answer sheet and then we would try to understand the correct one. Clear?” Ryan couldn't help but smirk. Adam only nodded but was still confused as to why he had to be bound in order to understand the game.
He surely found out the reason very soon and was sure to not forget it ever.
Ryan teasingly pulled out the shoes and then the socks. The cool air made Adam wince with sensitivity.
“Sensitive?” Ryan asked, he had a hunch he was going to enjoy this much more than what he had initially planned.
“A-a little.” Adam replied nervously.
Ryan wanted to take his time with the prey. He picked up the stiffest feather, a bright pink colour and slowly started tracing circles on Adam’s feet.
“Cohahch??”
“Yes Adam?” He intentionally stopped tickling him just for a second. He suddenly changed his plans to go slow, as his eyes went towards the clock.
“Wa-what a-a-re we-?”
“You know Adam. I am a very bad coach. I don't like spoon-feeding my players. Each time a player makes an error, I make sure they learn a lesson by punishing them in the most cruel and dreadful way but also allow them to please me and enjoy themselves! Now you tell me, am I not kind?” Ryan came increasingly close towards Adam’s face. His breath falling on Ryan's nose.
“Co-coach pl-please. I-I-am egtremely ticklish. Please please I-I-” Adam was on the verge of crying, he was unbearably ticklish and completely helpless as he was tied to the chair unable to leave.
“Shh. I said I don't like interruptions. Now you just increased your punishment, boy.” Ryan almost felt pity after looking at the cute redhead but at the same time he couldn't wait to run his expert fingers on his feet.
With that Ryan took a bold black marker and immediately launched an attack on the soft soles, each time one game was completed he gave a three second break before using a scrubber to scrub Adam’s feet with soap. He then went on to draw the correct strategy on his feet and ultimately traced it out with a blunt pencil and a stiff feather. He didn't even leave Adam's toes out on this.
Adam on the other hand howled and kept on belting laughter, his unbearable sensitivity punishing him for every second he spent in that room. He always knew he was madly sensitive and that his feet were one of the dreaded spots. His voice went hoarse, arms became limp and body grew tired from all the feet tickling he received. The tickling went on nearly non stop for 3-4 hours and he remembered vaguely how his coach had carried him out and tucked in the bed. He was too tired and hoarse to say something or move his body. His pleadings stopped after 2 hrs and it was only occasionally when his energy returned was he able to plead stop, not that the tickling stopped but he tried.
“Coachahshsshshahahshahaha plehahsahahshshsahaha”
“Nonohonohooihohohohoho”
“Nohahaahahat theahahahaaha feaahahaahaahahahteraahahaa”
“Pleashahahahahahahahhshahahaha”
"Coahahahaahahaaha I reahahahally canananaot talkeahahaha anymorehahaha”
“Gahahahahahsahaha plshaahhashahahsa”
“I-I-I cannot take it cannot take it “
Ryan cuddled Adam closer to him as he saw him chanting “please stop”. Adam was unbelievably ticklish, and even though Ryan enjoyed and was already planning another night with Adam, he doubted the latter would be willing to even talk to him. He somehow felt he had went beyond his boundaries, however he couldn't help but snuggle closer to his body and found himself drifting off to a peaceful sleep.
“Fuck it, I would think about it later.”
Ryan was the first one to wake up the next day, he prepared Adam a healthy breakfast and as his doubts confirmed Adam did avoid him a bit and didn't bring up their shenanigans of previous day.
The match went on amazing, and Adam's team was on the verge of winning however as the ball was passed to Adam, he missed to score the goal. From the bleacher, any coach who was even close to what Ryan was, would have definitely known what that miss meant.
The result was clear;
“Tickle me please, coach.”
Adam apologised to the players and walked to the bleachers. He saw Ryan waiting for him with a straight face.
“I am sorry coach but would you mind if I move in with you?” Adam asked sheepishly.
“Are you sure?” The question took Ryan off-guard he wasn't expecting that from the timid Adam.
“As sure, as I would ever be.” Adam replied with his most charming smile.
“Pack your stuff, and make sure to reach by 8. I want you in THE ROOM by 8:05.” And with that Ryan walked away,
leaving Adam smiling stupidly.
every story begins when you least expect it, doesn't it? —
