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Four Ticklish Brothers

by Anonymous

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The Summers family consisted of a single father and four sons.

Having all boys, the Summers household was a typical guy den, with the main living space downstairs with their parents’ bedroom, and the four boys’ bedrooms all upstairs. The house constantly reeked of man sweat as all four brothers played some sort of sport. The oldest was Dale at age 22; he was 6’ with dark black hair, stunning blue eyes, a nicely toned muscular body, and ever so sweet size 12 sweaty feet. Dale was a big soccer player who was quite agile and skilled. He even went to college specifically to play on their soccer team. Guys were jealous of his prowess on the court and wanted his charm off the field.

Next came Justin, age 20, he was the tallest of the brothers at 6’3’’. Justin has short brown hair with blue eyes and was insanely muscular. He was certainly the strongest out of the four boys with his commanding bulging biceps that could lift almost anything. Justin was a high school football star and dazzled his whole class. Taking the title of tallest and strongest, he also had good ole’ size 14 dogs which were long and lean and the largest out of all the brothers. Lastly, came twins Nick and Nathan who were 18 and had just graduated high school. Nick was 5’11’’ with gorgeous size 11.5 feet. Nick was a natural runner and had really toned abs. Nathan was 5’10’’ with lean size 11 feet. Nathan was one of those guys who was just blessed with looks. He was model pretty and everyone always wished they were as attractive as him. Both twins had dark brown hair with very light, icy blue eyes.

As you can see, all four of them were very athletic and skilled in some physical activity. It stemmed from their dad, Joe Summers. He was a built guy and moderately handsome. At 6’3’’, 43 years old, Joe had a round face with nice features and smooth black hair. He was a construction worker and looked great in his size 15 work boots, if I might add. All in high school and college, Joe was a jock and was involved in many different sports. It was no surprise that his four sons would take after him. He had raised them as a single dad since Nick and Nathan were four and taught them self-discipline and gave them a strong work ethic.

Besides athletics, Joe also passed down the gene for ticklishness which was unfortunate for his boys. Joe was one of the most ticklish guys around and growing up with two brothers of his own, he remembers being held down and tickled until he literally peed his pants. His brothers knew they could get what they want just by tickling his whole body, but specifically his really tender soles. Joe would get hysterical in a matter of mere seconds after his shoes were pulled off with his brothers each grabbing one foot.

Over the years, Joe and his sons would engage in casual tickle fights as he discovered that all four of them were ridiculously ticklish all over their bodies. He often used to punish them with a good tickling if one of them misbehaved. He would straddle one of his sons and just mercilessly dive into their ribcage, and sides, and pits for a good few minutes to really teach them a lesson. He hadn’t disciplined them in quite some time as they were older now. However, that all changed when Joe went out of town for an urgent business trip. He carefully instructed all of them to not throw any parties or damage the house in any way.

They, being young men still, ignored his warning and hosted a party anyway. Dale, Justin, Nick, and Nathan all invited their friends and got drunk and the party escalated into a wild night of games and fights. When they awoke from being strongly hung-over, they saw the state of their once neat and orderly house. It was complete chaos. Everything was disheveled, out of place, or all together broken. They frantically tried to clean the place before their dad would be due back in a short two hours. As the time fleeted by like fallen raindrops, they soon realized the improbability of their efforts and knew they simply didn’t have enough time.

The four brothers heard a car door slam out front and each consecutively gulped. As the front door crept open, their skin collectively tingled of nerves. Joe walked in and couldn’t believe his eyes.

“What the fuck happened here?” he spoke in a stern and angry tone. “I can’t believe you guys.”

Dale, the oldest, felt obliged to respond on the behalf of the group. “Dad we can explain.”

“No, I don’t want any lame attempts at an excuse. You deliberately defied my orders and now our house is a friggin mess. Great, just great.”

“Dad, we are all really sorry,” chimed in Nathan.

“Yea, we will definitely clean up everything,” Nick and Justin assured.

Joe just shook his head in disappointment. “My, you four haven’t all done something bad in a while. I just, don’t know what to tell you guys. I’m wildly upset with you guys.”

“Is there any way we can make up for it?” asked Justin, regretting his diplomatic approach a few minutes later.

Joe paused for a minute and thought to himself. “Hmm…” All of a sudden, the memories of how he used to punish each boy individually began resurfacing in his mind and an intriguing thought came about. “Well, remember how I used to punish you boys when you were little….?”

All four boys exchanged looks of panic and horror. They all knew what was coming. Their faces looked similar to animals waiting to be slaughtered. They each knew they were in for it. “Dad, oh no, please not that,” Dale pleaded. “Yea, please anything but that.” Justin added.

“Anything but what?” Joe toyed with them, playing dumb.

“Dad no, don’t tickle us. That’s the worst.” Nick shouted, Nathan nodded in agreement.

“Now, now boys. Don’t you all agree that you were out of line and disobeyed my orders? Shouldn’t proper punishment be in place?”

“Yea but that is just torture.” Nathan pleaded.

“Nope, tough luck. You boys really deserve it this time. Come on now, let’s get started.” He motioned for his sons to all follow him to his king bed. He made each of them lay face down, side by side with their feet all sticking off the side of the bed. Joe gathered rope from his closest and began to tie up his four sons.

“No, don’t tie us up, please. We won’t be able to move at all,” said Dale. “That’s the point.” Joe chuckled. The brothers all began sweating in terror as Joe tied each of them up. On the bed, the boys laid youngest to oldest from left to right; so it was Nathan, Nick, Justin, and lastly Dale. He tied the left foot of Nathan’s to the corner of the bed and the right foot of Dale’s to the right corner. Joe then alternated tying their feet so each brother’s one foot was tied tightly to their brother’s foot next to them so he could tickle two sons at once. He did a similar restraining method for their arms.

Once they were all tied up and trapped on the bed, they each were hoping it wouldn’t last long.

“Ok then, now that that’s settled. Who’s the poor sap who’s gonna get it first?” None of the boys answered. “Hmm…look at you four. You all look pathetic with your little feetsies sticking out all helpless and waiting to be tickled beyond limits. I bet this anticipation is just torture. I bet each of your feet are tingling with pre-tickling sensations and sweating from the nervousness.” Joe was loving this. He always wished he could get his brothers back for all the tickle torture he was put through. This was the next best thing; maybe even better. He had FOUR sons all with big, extremely sensitive feet at his disposal. It was like Christmas morning with all the beautifully wrapped feet in their shoes. He didn’t know which present to unwrap first. Joe paced back and forth at the foot of the bed, making them sweat it out even more.

“Let’s start with the oldest to set an example for his younger brothers.” Dale’s face turned practically purple. “No no, please don’t. No, I won’t be able to take it.” Dale pleaded, but Joe began removing his size 12 sneakers to reveal two sweaty feet in long red soccer socks. Joe picked up one of the sneakers and gave it a whiff. “Geez, woo these smell horrendous. Man, Dale you got really stinky feet. They definitely deserve some torture now for this stank.” And with a quick motion, Joe began to scratch the poor lad’s soles. “AHAHAHA NOO STOPP AHHHHH STAAAAHHHAOP. AHHH IT TICKLES.” Joe ferociously attacked his socked feet. “Hm..what would happen if, I don’t know, removed these pesky little socks?”

“NOOO Not the socks. Anything but the socks. Anything Pleaseeee.”

Dale’s frantic begging was lost on deaf ears as Joe slowly began peeling off each of the soccer socks. “There we go, two big bare beautiful feet, ready for some tickling.” He went at it again, targeting the arch a really week spot for Dale. “GOD NO AHAHA IT TICKLES TOO MUCH AHHHA STOPP!!”

“You can plead all you want, but you deserve it. Sons, take note, because you’re turns are coming soon.” Joe reminded the other boys of their imminent torture.

“AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA GOD DON’T AHAHAHA STOPP.” Dale howled with laughter. “You laugh too much,” said Joe and with that he grabbed one of the ripe and raunchy socks and stuffed it in Dale’s mouth and covered it with tape. “There, taste on your disgusting mansweat buddy boy.” Joe continued the assault on his feet.

“MHMHMHM NOOO MMMHHHHHPPH” was muttered by Dale. He was going through pure hell. After fifteen minutes, he knew it was time to move on to the next victim.

“Ok you chew on that Dale. Now let’s see about poor little Justin over here,” Joe said as he began unlacing Justin’s enormous size 14 loafers. “Dad nooo don’t. My feet are my most ticklish spot. Please don’t do this to me. I’m begging.” Justin attempted to stop the inevitable.

Joe revealed two soft feet in white tube socks. “Lookie here, these are almost as big as your dad’s here. If there half as ticklish as my dogs, then you are in for it!” Joe told him.

Joe took off one of the socks and sniffed it. “Man, you too. This freaking reeks. God you boys have extremely smelly feet.” Justin continued to beg. “Let’s compare sock foot tickling to barefoot tickling.” Joe said.

And with that, he attacked Justin’s one completely helpless foot and one semi-covered foot. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH OHHH PLEASSEEE EE AAHAHAHA P AHAHAHLEA AHAHAH SE STOPPPPPPP!!”

“I definitely think barefoot hehe.” With that, Joe ripped off Justin’s other sock, resulting in two helplessly exposed bare feet. Joe mercilessly tickled them. He went from the heel to the middle, to the arch, and found his sweet spot, the toes!

“AHAHA NO GOD NO, NOT THE TOES. ANYWHERE BUT THE TOES!!” Justin begged, screamed for the torture on his toes to cease.

“This little piggy went to the market…” Joe played.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOO AHAHAHA”

“This little piggy stayed home”

“AHAHA NO TOES, PLEASEE ITS TOO TICKLISH.”

“Hehe poor little toes, they are so vulnerable and ticklish.” Joe sneered.

After minutes of just toe tickling, Joe moved around both feet and began to tickle Dale again to muffled pleads from his sweaty sock. Now, Justin and Dale were both laughing hysterically. Joe attacked Justin’s toes as he scraped Dale’s arch. The two oldest boys were in pure tickle hell.

“Ohh now I feel bad. I bet your socks feel left out, Justin.” Joe grabbed one of Justin’s white tube socks and stuffed that in Justin’s mouth with tape over it. Now both boys were screaming with laughter through their stinky wet sockgags as the torture on their feet went on and on. Nick and Nathan were both fearing for the worst as they laid there all tied up, hearing their brothers’ moans and pleads.

“Aww Nick and Nathan, my twins. You two definitely feel left out of the fun. Not to worry.”

As Justin and Dale sighed in relief, Nick and Nathan began to pant and plead. “Noo dad, it was their fault. Nathan and I shouldn’t be punished.” Nick said.

“Now Nick, you shouldn’t hang your older brothers out to dry. Surely, you need to be taught respect and loyalty to your family.” Joe unlaced and slowly took off Nick’s construction boots and Nathan’s cleats. “You know what, screw the sock phase. Let’s get right to the bare feet.” Joe took off Nick and Nathan’s damp and smelly socks and tossed them aside. “God, your two scents smacked me in the face. You two smell even worse than your other brothers.

Joe sat on the twins’ ankles and went at their squirming feet.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOPPPPP” said Nick. “PLEASEEEEEEEE DON’T AHAHHHAA NOT THEREEE” said Nathan.

“AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH PLEASEEE NO MORE TICKLING!!!”

“I think you boys like this.” Joe mocked them. “Huh? You do don’t you?”

“Noo please AHAHAHA AHH AH STOPPP” said Nathan.

“Tell me you like it. Come on boys. Beg for more or I won’t stop!” Joe grinned from ear to ear.

“Dad AHAHA Come on AHAHA” Nick uttered. Joe chimed in, “I’m waiting…I won’t stop until you beg for more.”

Nick reluctantly acquiesced to his dad’s demands. “AHAHAHA I LIKE IT. I LIKE GETTING MY FEET TICKLED AHAHAHAHA STOP AHAHAA TICKLE ME MORE. MORE.” Nick felt ashamed to utter those words.

“Hehe excellent, Nathan, I’m still waiting.”

“AHAHAHAA HAHHH STOPPPP, OK AHAHA OK AHAHA TICKLE ME MORE. PLEASE, I BEG YOU KEEP TICKLING ME AHAHAHAAHA” Nathan finally agreed.

“Well if you two insist, I must!” Both boys screamed out.

“No we’ve had enough.”

“Nah, not nearly enough, but hmm..something’s missing from this picture. Oh yeah, I can still hear you boys.” As Joe went to grab both the youngster’s socks, he stopped and put them down. “Actually, my size 15’s have been sweating all day in these boots. I bet they smell worse than all four pairs of these stinky feet. Joe unlaced his work boots and slowly peeled off both of his long white socks. There were brown stains on the bottom and extra moisture by the toes. He put them up to his nose. “Geeezz these babies stink like there’s no tomorrow!”

As Nick and Nathan both pleaded, Joe placed a smelly sock in each of their mouths and they were forced to taste the disgusting mansweat and stank of their father. It was quite humiliating; probably the most humiliating thing the brothers’ have ever been through.

Joe scratched at the arch of their feet and played this little piggy with their toes. “Hehe, you boys are pathetic.” After a good 20 minutes, he stopped and got up.

“Now boys, I hope this will never happen again. I expect more from you guys. You are young men who need to act mature. Do I have your words that this will never ever ever happen again?” Joe asked the boys. Since they were all gagged they tried to mumble a reply, but ultimately each of the four shook their head in agreement. “Good boys, daddy is proud of his ticklish little boys.” Dale, Justin, Nick, and Nathan were worn out by the tickling and after their dad’s words their bodies started to decompress, feeling safe that the torture was over.

“Now that I’ve tested out your feet, let’s move on to the upperbody!!” Joe laughed hysterical as four distinct muffles came from each of the boys who knew their punishment was far from over