by Juan Derful
Our small town’s two-day annual festival is celebrated during the long summer break.
I usually spend most of the time playing different carnival games with my best friend Ron. We’re both 8 years old and have been classmates since preschool. His dad Luke and my dad are best buddies. We are very close that we spend most of our time together not just in school but also during weekends and school breaks. Yesterday was the first day of the fest and as always, we played our favorite carnival games at the town center until noon. What made this year’s festival exceptional was we decided to moved out from the town center in the afternoon and decided to play the unique games held at each of the five villages. The game that we enjoyed the most was the one held at an isolated stall in the last village that we visited. We had so much fun that we decided to spend the whole night playing the game.
The game was called “Make Him Drop The Ball” where we tickled a huge muscle man named Gage and forced him to drop the balloon ball he was holding over his head that contained the prizes. The best prize was the festival card that instructed us to tickle the muscle man in different positions for the whole night. As I remember, Ron and I won by luck and effective teamwork. If I had not accidentally hit the man in the armpit with the rubber band pistol, we wouldn’t have discovered his weakest spot. If I hadn’t made a lucky stroke on his armpit with a feather, he wouldn’t had drop the ball. Ron wanted to go back to the game stall and play the game again on the second night but I will not be coming with him because I will be at my younger sister’s birthday party. The following night, Ron will go back to the stall to play the game without my help. Honestly, I’m not sure if he could win the game alone.
My sister’s birthday party was held at my mom’s house. My parents are divorced and no longer living together but they remain as friends. The birthday celebrant was actually my younger half sister because she is the daughter of my mom and her second husband. Dad and I were invited to come at mom’s house which is just few blocks away from our house so we just walk our way there. We arrived at 6:00 pm and were happy to see our neighbor Luke, Ron’s dad. My little sister is fond of him and asked mom to invite him as well. The party was fun and I enjoyed hanging out with my little sister. My dad was drinking with my mom’s husband and his best friend Luke.
At 11:00 pm, as I was suggesting my sister some games to download in her iPad, mom approached me.
“Dalton, I think you should bring your dad home” mom was looking a bit worried
I went to the large patio of the house where dad and his friends were having some drinking spree. Mom’s husband already retired upstairs and I noticed dad and Luke’s face were already red and they started doing some “funny things” to each other. They weren’t really that drunk. Nevertheless, I came to my dad and told him that we need to go home.
“Dad, I’m sleepy. I want to go home” I told him as I pulled his hand. He and his buddy stood up and told mom that we should go.
When we were outside the gate, my dad suddenly did some MMA fighting stance facing Luke as if challenging him to a fight. Luke did the same which scared me. How can a skinny 8-year-old boy supposed to stop two 6-foot-tall men with athletic builds when they start grappling and punching each other? But prevention is better than cure. So I pushed my dad forward to keep his distance from Luke on our way back home. I also pushed Luke away when he tried to playfully attack dad. Good thing both men were not that stubborn even if they were drunk. Every time I told them to stop, they did.
Luke arrived at his house first. As he entered his gate, dad tried to hug him but I quickly pushed dad forward towards our house which is just 20 yards away. We arrived home shortly after.
Once inside our house, I looked at my phone to check the time. It’s 11:20pm. I’m curious if my best friend Ron won the tickle game in the nearby village by himself. Just as I was about to send Ron a message, my dad suddenly lifted me up and dropped me at the sofa of the living room. He then made an MMA fighting pose again and playfully challenge me to a fight.
“Dad, I don’t know MMA.” I whined
“It’s okay, I’ll teach you.” dad threw me some light playful punches. It didn’t hurt but nonetheless annoying.
“Dad, we should go to sleep” I said but the big man simply gave me a drunken smile and continued to pester me with playful punches.
“Come here buddy! Give me some punch!” He then leaned forward and motioned me to punch him in the face. I punched him as hard as I could in the jaw which I instantly regretted.
“Ouch!” I only ended up hurting my hand. His chiselled face didn’t even budge. He then motioned me to kick him at the sides. I kicked him hard.
“Ouch!” My shin hurt. It was like kicking a tree trunk.
My dad Joss is a 29-year-old blonde beast made of rugged muscles. He regularly goes to the gym with Luke. He has a thick bullish neck rested on immensely bulky shoulders. His biceps and forearms rippled with steel muscles and his thighs are the size of a man's waist. His muscular chest bulged forward, leaving a deep cleft in the middle. How can a skinny second grader subdue such monster? It’s impossible. Wait! It isn’t! Ron and I just proved it last night that huge muscles aren’t everything. I suddenly got an idea.
“Dad, let’s play some card game. If you win, I’ll continue playing MMA with you. If I win, I’ll punish you for being hard-headed.” I knew my dad will never refuse a challenge especially when he’s drunk.
“Dalty wants to punish his big buddy huh? Don’t be mean to me. I’m scared. I’ll promise to be a good boy” dad feigned a scared look. Is that how a scared man supposed to look like? He looked like he wasn’t scared at all. He obviously didn’t have any idea what the punishment will be. If only he knew how we made a very tough muscle man beg for mercy last night, he would probably have a second thought before accepting the bet.
I quickly ran upstairs to get the cards in my room and gather the things that I will need to tie and tickle dad. First, I gathered four of my web belts which are long enough for me to tie my dad in bed. I also gathered different tickle tools that I will use to tickle him. My watercolor brushes, toy forks and toy hairbrushes that I got as freebies in my favorite cereals, and feathers from a Mini headdress that I used during a role play in school. I placed them all in my small backpack.
When I took the cards, I arranged them quickly with a stacked deck to ensure that I will win the bet. I freaked out when I realized my dad was already in my room. I didn’t notice him following me. Regardless of whether he saw me arranging the cards or not, he didn’t seem to care. I suggested we play the card game in his room because my bed is too small for him to be tied up. I brought my backpack containing the belts and the tickle toys.
Dad took his shirt and his pants off as he always do before bedtime. He was now only wearing his boxer shorts. We played the card game in his king-size bed. Dad wasn’t really trying to win at all. The game ended when I came up with four aces. Dad groaned but I can see through his face that he wasn’t really bothered by the outcome. As agreed earlier, he will get punished.
I instructed dad to lie at the center of the bed spread eagle with his eyes closed. Looking seemingly excited, he obeyed. As silently as I could, I took the web belts from my backpack and tied two of them to the bars of the headboard about three feet apart. I tied the other two to the bars of the footboard of the bed one foot apart. I planned to tie his feet not far from each other so I can have the option to tickle them together. My heart was beating so fast. I moved towards the headboard of the bed and quickly adjusted and fastened the buckle of the belt tightly to my dad’s right wrist.
Looking at his hairy armpits, I resisted the urge to tickle them worried that dad might change his mind. Before I could move to fasten his left wrist, dad opened his eyes curiously to see what I was doing. I felt like my chest exploded. To my relief, he closed his eyes again. He didn’t seem worried at all. Maybe he’s just being cocky that a skinny 8-year-old boy won’t pose any serious threat to a tall and muscular man who has a record of beating men of his size in countless of MMA fights. I wasted no time and quickly tighten and fasten his left wrist. I then fasten his feet to the bars of the other end of the bed.
After I finished tying him up, I looked at my big buddy. He was in a perfect position to be tickled. Learning from the previous night’s experience, the armpits, which are my favorite spots to tickle, are completely vulnerable when the ticklee’s elbows are in level with his ears. It makes it impossible for him to minimize his armpits’ exposure even when he tries to squeeze his arms downward.
I gently patted dad’s face and he opened his eyes. He tried to pull each of his arms like he was testing the restraints. The bondage held. Now that he was securely tied, I'm going to explore and exploit every ticklish inch of his body, until he begs me for mercy.
"Are you ready for the punishment dad?” I asked him.
“Yes sir! This bad boy deserves some punishment. Bring it on!” dad is in his cocky self especially when he is in a drunken state.
“I have to warn you. I’m a very mean tickler” I wiggled my hands towards his muscular chests.
“Uh oh, that means daddy’s in trouble” dad made a horrible Scooby Doo gulp faking a nervous look.
The word tickler didn’t trouble him at all. This dude obviously never had an experience being tickled before. It’s time to make this big buddy of mine realize his real predicament.
“You big tough Joss huh?” Using my index finger, I made a quick stroke on his washboard abs. My dad body instantly tensed up. I could see clearly the definition of his abdominal muscles.
“Not ticklish?” I teased dad.
“Nope, not ticklish” dad made a goofy face
I stroke my index finger to his abs again but this time slowly and lightly. My finger was following the pattern of the spaces in between his abdominal muscles. Dad gritted his teeth trying not to laugh.
“Still not ticklish?” I teased him again.
“Nnnnope! ugh! Not kkkksshh! ticklish” dad was struggling to hold his laughter
“Uhm okay. Then why are you sweating?” I asked. I already knew the answer to my question but I just wanted to play along. Dad’s body was now glistening in sweat.
“It’s kshhhhh! Hot!” dad was not giving in yet but I could feel his abs vibrate in response to the light strokes.
“Hmmm okay” I shrugged and continued what I was doing.
“Ohokehehehey! Cut it out hihihi” dad finally couldn’t take it anymore and began to giggle.
“Come on dad! You’re a big tough man. You can take some little tickling” Using my other index finger, I then expanded my tickle dominion and began to make light strokes on his right side.
“Hihihihihahahahaha!hohohohahahahehehehe” the duration of dad’s giggles became longer.
It didn’t take long before the rest of my fingers joined the fun in tickling his abs and sides. When I tried to apply more force on my fingers, dad’s reaction subsided. He was not very responsive to hard strokes and even faked his laughter. I resumed to light strokes and that’s where I got the reaction I wanted. I then proceeded to make light circular strokes on his chest in an inward motion towards his nipples.
“Hehehehehehahahahahohohohohihihihihihahaha! That tickles hehehehehahahahahaha” dad’s giggles upgraded to moderate laughter the moment I started tickling his massive chest.
I can feel my dad’s body hair through my fingers as I was tickling his upper body. My dad’s body looks smooth from a distance but if you look really closer, he is actually quite hairy. That’s because he is pure blonde. His naturally tanned skin made his light-colored body hair barely visible except of course his armpit hair. They’re just too thick and bushy to be unnoticeable.
Dad’s body hair obviously wasn’t helping him because they only created friction with my fingers making the tickling sensation worse. When I moved my fingers to his exposed armpits which were now damped in sweat, that’s when his moderate laughter turned into hysterical laughter.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Stop! Stop! Stop! Hahahahahaha Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Hahahahahaha! Break! Break! Break! JUST hahaha! FOR hahahaha A hahahaha FEW Hahaha SECONDS! hahahahaha ” dad really went nuts by the armpit tickling while I was having so much fun. After ten minutes, I stopped to give him time to breath. I had a plan in mind.
“You want some few seconds break huh? Let’s have it this way. You are only to laugh when I poke your armpits. If you laugh when I haven’t touched your armpits, there will be more punishments to come. Deal?” I slid my index finger lightly from his left side straight to his armpit.
“Oh Jesus! Okay! Okay!” dad yelled.
I placed my palm just below dad’s armpits and position my index fingers to poke his hairy underarms. I started the poking game. He laughed when my finger touched his armpit. I poked his right and left armpits simultaneously in a slow motion. Dad only laughed when I poked his armpits in the first few minutes. However, the moment I increased the pace, he was struggling to keep on track until he lost it and started laughing hysterically.
“Sorry buddy, you lost again! It seems you want some more tickling!” I said as I started pulling the hairs of his armpits back and forth gently. This manner of tickling drove him crazy.
“Oh shit! Hahahaha Holy Shit! Hahahahahahahaha! Stohahahahap” dad burst into hysterical laughter.
“How about if I tickle these armpits for maybe an hour?” my fingers began dancing on his armpits and various parts of his upper body including his back. I didn’t stop until an hour has past. It was now time to visit the unexplored parts. I then moved to the other end of the bed. I started with a light scratching on the arches of his feet.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! Pleheeheeheehease! STAHAHAHAHOP! FUCK! FUCK! STAHAHAHAAP Pleahehehese! Stop! I'm BEGGING youhohohohohohohoho! I can't fucking TAKE this HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" dad really went nuts when I started tickling his feet. I explored every inch of them. From the heels to the toes and spaces in between them. I did not spare his knees, calves and his thighs.
What was a cocky man about an hour and a half ago was now begging for mercy. But I won’t take it easy on him. Another hour had past when I decided to stop to get the tickle tools that I kept inside my backpack. I picked two small blue toy hairbrushes that I recently got as freebies in my favorite cereals. I never thought that I will be playing with them as I am not fond of girl stuffs. I’m glad I forgot to give them to my little sister. Who would ever thought that these things will be put to good use? I am now determine to keep them. I rub them gently on my dad’s feet.
“No buddy! Hahahaha! Please not that! Hehehe Please! Look, I GIVE UP! Hahahahahaha! I GIVE UP! PLEASE STOP! Please Dalty! Hahahaha! Oh shit! Dalty Please Stop! Come on! hihihihahahaha! Oh Shit! Hehehehehehehahahahahaha…No more buddy, no more! Please! Mercy! Hohohohihihihahahahaha!” dad was pleading in between his hysterical laughter but his ordeal was far from over. After 20 minutes, I put the toy hairbrushes down and began using the toy forks. They tickled dad as much as the hairbrush did. After another 20 minutes, I decided to use the pheasant feathers that I plucked from a mini headdress.
“OH SHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE? HOLY SHIT! HAHAHAHAHA! STOP! STOP! STOP! I CAN’T TAKE IT!” I tickled dad’s feet from his heels up to his toes in different motions. Up and down, diagonally, zigzag and circular. The spaces in between his toes didn’t escape from the deadly strokes. Dad’s tickle insanity doubled. Once the momentum of my excitement was already in place, I ignored my dad’s begging. I didn’t respond to him at all. I just focused on tickling his feet, his calves, and his thighs with the feathers. After 20 minutes, I decided to go back to his upper body. I picked all the feathers and the watercolor brushes.
As I climb back to bed, I noticed dad was sweating profusely. I was thinking of giving him a break but I changed my mind because I was just too excited to see his reaction when I use the tickle tools on his upper body. Earlier, when I was tickling his upper body with my fingers, he was able to hold his laughter at times except when I tickled his nipples and armpits. Now, I will be testing the watercolor brushes on different parts of his upper body. I started using a small watercolor brush on his belly button.
"Holy Shit! Kshhh!!!! HAHAHAHAHA! That tickhohohohohols HIHIHAHAHAHA!" I was very satisfied with his reaction. Far better than my index finger. Dad violently twitches his body desperately to escape from the torturous watercolor brush but I easily kept pace and the brush never lost contact on his belly button for 10 minutes. Next, I started stroking the watercolor brushes on his sides and abs simultaneously. Dad could barely utter a word in between his laughter. Another 10 minutes had passed when I started stroking the watercolor brushes on his chest and nipples.
Hahahahahaha! You’re so meahehehehehean to dahahahahaddyhehehehe! Oh man! Oh man! Oh man! Hahahahahaha! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!! PLEhehehehehehehehehease No more TICKLING No mohohohohohohore! I can't take it! I can’t take it!!"
“Nah! You’re a tough man. I know you can take it!” I finally talked to my big buddy again but still ignoring his pleading. When I began stroking his armpits with the watercolor brushes, his craze skyrocketed to a much higher level. It’s definitely his worst spot.
Oh My God PLEASE STOP! NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE NOT THE HAHAHAHAHA PITS! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO STOP! NOT THERE! NOT THERE! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUUUCK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER! PLEASE NO MORE PLEEEEHEHEASE!!" dad kept on begging which was music to my ears. After 10 minutes, I finally stopped tickling his armpits with the watercolor brushes. I look at the clock in my dad’s room. It’s 3:00 am. I’d been tickling him for 3 hours.
“Dalty, can you untie daddy now? Please! I can’t take being tickled. Please?” dad was panting heavily and was really wet from sweat.
“Hmmm nope!” I shook my head.
“Come on buddy! Please untie me now. I’ll let you tickle me again some other time.” dad’s eyes were hungry for some positive response from me.
“But I’m planning to tickle you until 6:00 am” I said calmly
“Oh please don’t Dalty, daddy couldn’t take it anymore. Just untie me please? Don’t be mean to daddy! I can no longer bear being tickled” dad continued to beg
“Nah, you’re a tough guy. Ron and I tickled a muscle man like you in a game stall in the next village and he survived the ordeal the whole night. You’re younger than that dude. I’m sure you can take some LITTLE TICKLING!” dad went silent for a while. The revelation aroused his cocky personality.
“Okay Sir! I can take it. I'm a tough guy. Bring it on!” although exhausted from the 3-hour tickling, dad accepted the challenge.
Before I resumed tickling my dad, I ran to my bedroom to get some baby oil. I learned from the previous night experience that oil makes feathers sweat proof and more effective in tickling. I returned back to my dad’s room and picked all of the feathers from my backpack. Soaking them to the oil was impossible because I only have a small bottle. Instead, I pour the oil all over dad’s upper body down to his thighs. I pour more oil on his sweaty armpits. Dad made a sigh of relief as I massage the oil to his body but such a great comfort wouldn’t last long. After I used up all the content, I began the REAL tickling.
I started stroking the feathers to the spaces in between his abs and his sides. Earlier, dad managed to hold his laughter for a bit when I used my index finger on these spots. Unfortunately, he can’t do the same when I was using the feathers. The light strokes were like high voltage electrical charges. Dad was thrashing from side to side.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahihihihi! Hohohohahahahahihihihihohohohahahahahahaha!” dad’s laughter became high pitched.
The intensity of the tickling went higher and higher as I stroke the feathers all over his torso. I tickled dad’s neck, arms, his back where he was arching his back involuntarily which I found funny, his abs, sides, chest, and nipples for two hours. In the last hour, I focused on his weakest spots which is his armpits.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH GOD MY PITS! MY PITS MY POOR FUCKING PITS! HIHIHIHI! PLEEEEEAAAAAHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHEEEEEAAAAASE! HIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Dad was twisting his body in his desperation to cut the contact between the feathers and his hairy armpits but it was all futile. I easily kept track with his movements. I finally stopped tickling my dad when I noticed a streak of light coming through the curtains of the windows. I looked at the clock in my dad’s room. It’s already 6:30 in the morning. I extended dad’s ordeal for 30 minutes without noticing it. Poor buddy! Before I untied my dad, I suddenly remembered my best friend Ron. I was about to send a message to him last night to ask if he won our favorite carnival game by himself when dad interrupted me. I took my phone to send him the message.
“How was the fest game? Did you win?” I asked
“Of course! I tickle-tortured Gage worse than we did the previous night. Too bad for you that you were not able to enjoy the last night of the fest” Ron replied
He thought I wasn’t enjoying my night after my sister’s birthday party. Well, he’s wrong. I took a photo of my exhausted dad who was still tied to the bed breathing heavily with his eyes closed. His body that was covered in oil and sweat shone as it reflected the sunlight that came in through the windows.
“Too bad for me? Not really! LOL!” I attached the picture to my reply.
Before Ron could reply, I explained to him what happened.
“It was almost midnight when dad and I arrived home from my sister’s birthday party held at mom’s house. I challenged my dad to play an old card game and whoever loses gets tied and tickled. With a stacked deck, of course I won!” I explained
“How did he agree to play with you and how did you managed to cheat without him even noticing?” my friend asked curiously.
“He got drunk from the birthday party. LOL!” I replied with lots of laughing emojis.
“Looks like we do not have to wait for next year’s festival to have another tickle fun.” Ron responded with lots of devil emojis.
I replied with evil grinning emojis. I knew exactly what was in my friend’s mind. He’s wanted to tickle my dad too. I wonder how dad will endure being tickled helpless by Ron who I must admit is a more skillful tickler than me. That would be cool. I finally decided to untie my dad who was now fast asleep. I went straight to my room and before I went to sleep, I sent Ron another message.
“I will let you tickle my dad in our next camping trips if you let me tickle your dad.” I am curious if his dad Luke is ticklish too. Seconds later, my phone beeped.
Ron replied with a thumbs up. I smiled and lie on my bed to sleep.
