Ticklish Brothers, Part 2: Dad Punished
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When we last met the Summers Family, single father Joe had his four
ticklish sons tied to his bed and gave them a dose of unrelenting
tickle torture for misbehaving and not following his instructions.
They deserved it to be quite frank and remembered that torture for
some time. They knew that one day they would get their father back
and give him a taste of his own cruel medicine.
As a refresher, Joe Summers the father was a built guy and moderately
handsome. At 6'3'', 43 years old, Joe had smooth jet black hair
and a muscular frame. He was a jock, always has been since high
school. He passed his athletic tendencies down to his four sons.
The oldest Dale, 22, was 6' with dark black hair, stunning blue
eyes, toned body, and delicious sweet size 12 stinky feet. Dale
was an avid soccer fan and was a skilled soccer player, agile and
fast. At college, he received a full scholarship to play on the
soccer team. He was intimidating on the field, but a charming and
lovable guy when not playing.
Next came Justin, age 20, who was the tallest of the brothers at
6'3''. He had short brown hair and blue eyes and was overly muscular.
He was quite built with commanding biceps and formidable legs. Taking
the title of strongest and tallest, he also had size 14 feet which
were long and lean and the largest out of all the brothers. Last
of all, came twins Nick and Nathan who were recent High School graduates
at 18 years a pop. Nick was a gorgeous lad, 5'11'' with size 11.5
feet. He was an avid runner and had really toned abs. Nathan was
5'10'' and had meaty size 11 feet. Nathan was one of the prettiest
guys in his class. He was model pretty and everyone wishes they
were as attractive as him. Both twins had dark brown hair and very
light, icy blue eyes.
All four boys, as well as their father Joe, had an intense ticklishness
gene. Joe was one of the most ticklish guys around and growing up
with brothers, he remembers being held down and tickled for what
felt like forever. His worst spot were his really tender and meaty
size 15 soles. His brothers growing up could make Joe do anything
they wanted, by merely stroking the bottoms of his feet. He passed
down this ultra-sensitive ticklishness to all of his four sons,
which was unfortunate for all involved. After being severely disciplined
by their father, the four Summers boys were itching to get their
father back, a dish best served with some unrelenting tickle torture.
They knew they had to wait for the absolute right moment to strike.
It was a Saturday afternoon, close to 4pm and Joe had been at his
construction site all day. His sons felt that once he came home,
tired and sweaty, that maybe just maybe, it would be the perfect
time to show their father who really was boss.
It was nearing 5pm; Dale, Justin, Nick and Nathan sat in their living
room and when they heard a car door slam, they jumped with from
their seats with excitement for what was in store. As the front
door slid open, their unsuspecting father was about to be in for
the surprise of his life.
"Boys?", asked Joe, not seeing any of them upstairs. "Are
you guys here?"
All of a sudden, Joe's vision blackened, he couldn't see a thing.
All he knew was that a black hood was forced onto his head as he
struggled to get away but his limbs were being held back and he
was forced to succumb to what was occurring. The mask was coated
with a powder that Joe soon ingested. He felt his body grow noticeably
weaker as he felt more tired. After a few minutes of futile struggling,
Joe fell into a slumber as he collapsed into the arms of, what he
would soon find out to be, his eager sons.
. . .
The room was dark. When Joe had awoke, he was groggy at first but
soon became startled as he discovered his current state. He was
tied, spread eagle on his bed. Joe made several attempts to break
the restraints, but to no avail; point blank, he was stuck and was
not going to escape what was coming. "Hey what is this? Let
me out of here! Whoever you guys are, you are gonna pay" Joe
hollered and hammered, desperate to get out.
Joe noticed that he was no longer in his work clothes. He was tied
on the bed in nothing but his plaid boxer shorts, but he felt his
socks and boots still firmly planted on his feet. "Where did
my clothes go? Come on you fuckers, let me out of here!". Dale,
Justin, Nick and Nathan all stood in the next room, anxious to reveal
themselves and the plan of revenge that they would dish out to their
father, their once torturer of them. Collectively, the boys knew
it was time and they proceeded to enter the room.
"Hello, father" Dale spoke sarcastically.
"Hey what the fuck!! What are you guys doing? Let me out NOW!"
Joe demanded of his sons.
"Not gonna happen dad" Nick said. "Yah, no way. We
have plans of our own" Nathan chimed in.
Justin spoke up, "Well dad, what is one thing you hate most
of all and never want done to you?"
A look of horror flashed across Joe's face, but he tried to maintain
his composure as the rational adult in the room. "Uh I don't
know what you are possibly talking about."
"Remember how you punished us a few weeks ago?" Dale assertively
said. His eyebrows went up and down as he gave his father a look
of 'you're fucked'.
"No noo you guys wouldn't dare. I am your father, and I am
telling you to let me out now!" Joe attempted to assert his
dominance as father, but to lost ears.
All of the boys were stoked to start the fun. They had waited for
this moment for a while. Finally, a chance to get back at him for
years of tickle torment and more recently, the brutal punishment
of tickling. It was finally that time where all that suffering would
be worth it. "Where should we start?" Justin got the group
"THE FEET" All of the boys uttered at once. They knew
that his big ole lean, long soles were Joe's most ticklish spot
and were itching to get their hands on him. "Look at you dad,
you look so pathetic with your little feetsies all tied up and sticking
out, just waiting to be tickle tortured beyond possibility"
Nick said in a sadistic tone. The boys paced back and forth at the
foot of the bed as Joe nervously sweat it out.
All of a sudden, Dale grabbed his father's left construction boot
and removed it, unleashing an unbearable foul odor. "Geez,
woo these smell beyond horrid. Phew, you got some realllyyy stinky
feet there dad. These are so wretched," Nick toyed with his
father. "Yeah we'll just start with the left foot" Justin
said. "This foot deserves a nice, long and good tickling for
this putrid smell" said Nathan. And with a sudden swift, all
four boys began scratching their father's poor sole. "HAHAHAHAHAAHAH
NOOOOO PLEASEE AAHAAH YOU CAN'T. AHAHA PLEASE." Nick and Nathan
furiously attacked his socked toes, while the older boys tortured
the arch and heel of the foot. "Hmm..how about we remove this
beautiful little sock we got here?" said Justin.
"Nooo anything no. Not the sock. Anything but the sock. I beg
Nick chimed in. "Well we'll let you keep a sock, but we are
taking this other boot off." Nathan quickly yanked off Joe's
other shoe, exposing another helpless target for unrelenting fingers.
And with that, another smelly stench permeated the room as the shoe
"These are gross. God" Nick said, as he walked over to
his father's face and stuck the boot to his nose. "Smell that?
How does that stink smell to you? Huh? Huh? Pretty bad. Haha, you're
pathetic. And you call yourself the man of the house." The
boys were loving this torment.
"Come on it smells, get this out of here" Joe uttered.
"Sorry dad, this is YOUR stench that you are inhaling, don't
get mad at us for sweating up a storm." Justin added.
Dale, at the foot of the bed, began removing Joe's left sock. "Lets
compare socked feet to bare feet tickling, shall we?" Dale
"There we go, look at that nice big, bare beautiful sole, just
waiting for some good tickling," said Nathan. Then all boys
went at it, two on his left bare foot, and two on his right smelly
socked foot, targeting all over, especially the arch and toes. "AHAHA
NO GOD NO..IT TICKLES SO SO MUCH RAHHHHAHAHH STAAAHAHHHPPPP"
"You can beg, shout, hoot and holler all you want pops, but
we aren't stopping. We begged but you kept on going and so will
we." Nick was ferociously attacking his father's bare arch
and heel. The boys all of a sudden stopped, after what felt like
forever. "Well he really stuck it to us, but I think we each
should get a turn individually tickling him and then we will all
attack his whole body" Nick suggested to the group. Joe's face
was horrified because he knew his torture was far from over. And
with that, everyone left the room besides the eldest boy, Dale.
"Well dad, it’s just you and me!" Dale manically
"Come on Dale, be the reasonable one here. You boys deserved
that punishment, I don't. Just let me go and we'll call it a day"
Joe tried to reason with Dale.
"Nope, sorry dad. You have to pay for what you did." And
with that, Dale decided to remove his running shoes to reveal a
sweaty, damp socked foot. He removed his black ankle sock and got
a whiff, "Boy this reaks. You should give it a whiff."
Dale proceeded to lay his damp sock upon Joe's nose. "Ugh Yuck
get this off me."
Before Joe could react, Dale began to attack his bare and socked
foot yet again. "How does that feel Dad, huh? Huh, you like
it? Yah, I think you like it!"
"AHAHAHAHA NO NO PLEASAASEEEE. AHH THIS IS TORTURE...NOO NOT
"Oh, the toes?"
"NOOOOOO ANYWHERE BUT MY TOES!!" He begged, screamed for
relief, but none was given.
"Poor dad, I didn't know you got such ticklish little tootsies.
Who would have thought a big man like you would crumble with a little
tickling. This little piggy went to the market..." Dale was
really teasing and playing with Joe.
"This little piggy misbehaved.....and this little piggy is
gonna get to see his friends!!" With that, Dale yanked off
Joe' other sock on his right foot. "There we go, now no barrier
stopping the torture."
"Poooooooorrr little toesies, they are oh so very ticklish"
Dale was laughing.
"AHAHAH I CAAAHAHHHHH NT TAAAAAAHAHAHAKE IT ANYMOREEEE AHAHAHA
After several minutes of a brutal assault of all ten toes, Dale
begin to lightly tickle Joe's legs. Joe was laughing hysterically
as he was stuck in a vast pit of despair in tickle hell.
Dale left the room and Justin entered. "Well Dad, it’s
my turn! Some good one-on-one tickling just you and me!!!"
Justin was very excited to dish out more torture to his helpless
and pathetic father.
"Aww look at you now, tied up, in your boxers, bare feet exposed,
your whole body exposed for that matter. Where should I tickle you??"
Justin rhetorically said aloud.
"Noo don't Justin, come on. I'll give you more allowance if
you just untie me."
But no bribe could ever replace the power Justin had on his father
as well as replace the sheer enjoyment he was getting at seeing
his father at his mercy. Justin removed his dress shoes he had on
and took off his long, dark brown dress socks, tied them together
and tied them around Joe's nose so he was forced to breathe in the
raunchy mansweat and stank of his middle son. Justin then straddled
his father's waist and began digging in to his sides and ribs.
NOOOO OMG NOOO NOT THERE"
"Oh you're ticklish on your sides? Isn't that so??"
"YES YES COME ON AHAHAH STOPPPPP PPLLLEEEEEAAASSEEEE"
"Hmm..nah this is too fun!" Justin tortured Joe and made
his scream and squirm like a pig in the restraints as he tried to
escape Justin's menacing fingers, but the tickle torture on his
sides continued. "I want an apology from you. Tell me you are
sorry and you deserve this."
"AHAHAHA NOO COME ON"
"I'm waiting father!"
"STTTAAAAOOOPP AHHH OKKK. OK IM SORRY IM VERY SORRY."
"Say you are a bad little boy hehe" Justin was loving
"AHAHAHAAHA ALRIGHT STOP AHAHA I DESERVE IT, I DESERVE IT.
I'M A BAD LITTLE BOY. PLEASE, AHAHAHA STOP TICKLING MY SIDES."
"Ok, I'll stop tickling .....your sides!!" Justin then
attacked Joe's thighs which was an exceptionally sweet spot.
"PLEAAASEEE OH GOODDDDDD NO NO NO NO NO NONONONONO NOT MY THIGHS.
I CANT TAKE IT"
"Look at the little baby, so ticklish everywhere. How sad"
Justin mercilessly tickled Joe, alternating between his tender thighs,
as well as juicy ribs and sides. Joe was nearly pissing himself.
"Wow dad, I did not know your whole body was ticklish too!"
Justin then proceeded to stop and left the room as the twins Nick&Nathan
now entered the room.
"DOUBLE TROUBLE" they both yelled. "You are getting
it dad," said Nathan. "Expect no Mercy" said Nick.
Nick attacked Joe's hairy, sweaty, and stinky armpits as Nathan
returned to his father's tootsies.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA STOPP" pleaded Joe. "PLEASEEEE
JUST STOP...MY ARMPITS AND FEET CANNOT TAKE IT ALL!!!!"
"I think you are thoroughly enjoying this dad! Huh, aren't
you?" Nathan teased.
"NOOOO I AM NOT STOPPPP"
Nick chimed in, "Yeah you made us tell you how much we loved
it. You should do the same. Come on, Beg for more or we will be
here tickling you all week." The twins had the biggest smirks
on their face.
Joe saw no other option and hated that he was in this position,
but he had to oblige. "AHAHAH OK I LIKE IT. I REALLY LIKE IT.
I LOVE GETTING TICKLED BY MY SONS AHAHAHAH STOPPP AHHAHAHA PLEASE
TICKLE ME MORE AHAHAHA "
"Well if you insist" Nathan loved it. "Justin, Dale,
come on. Dad wants MORE!" Nick shouted out to his other brothers.
Now all four boys were in the room.
"You haven't had nearly enough yet dad, but um wait, I think
this is wrong" Justin said. "Yeah, we can still hear you!"
Justin laughed. As Joe pleaded desperately, Nick and Nathan each
removed their shoes and took off their stinky long white tube socks
and tied one of each of theirs together and stuck it in Joe's mouth
as he was forced to taste and lick the damp sweaty and unbearably
smelly socks of his youngsters. Nick had an idea.
"Ok, so Justin attack his feet, especially his toes. Dale,
get his armpits and ribs. Nathan you get his sides, thighs, and
legs. And I'll stick my feet in his face!" Nick suggested.
And with his instructions the boys went to mission as Joe began
screaming beyond belief through his sweaty sockgag. Only muffled
sounds could be heard. Nick's sweaty moist and smooth soles were
pressed all over Joe's face, an extremely embarrassing sight. After
a few minutes of using Joe's face as his footstool, Nick joined
the boys and now, eight hands were serving their father the largest
and most torturous dose of tickle torture any one could ever imagine.
"HMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH RHMPPPHPHPHPHPH AHAHAHAHA PHHMMMMMMHPPPPH"
was all that was audible.
This went on for hours. Joe just sat there, helpless, and humiliated
to be in his underwear in front of his sons, have socks taped to
his nose, socks stuffed in his mouth as a gag. All of this was emasculating.
Joe just sat there as the torture got worse and worse. He didn't
know which spot was the worst, but he knew that every inch of his
body was causing a reaction that he couldn't take.
"I'm hungy" Nick said.
"Yeah let's take a short break" Nathan added.
"Poor sap, we'll be back and expect more torture, even worse"
Justin and Dale nodded.
As the boys left, Joe just sat there completely humiliated in his
boxers as he struggled and squirmed to break the ropes. He couldn't.
As his tormentors were getting out of distance, Joe was left to
lay there....waiting for the horrible torture that awaited him once