## The Tickle Farm

Post by chatouilleux » Fri Jan 01, 2016 10:29 am

Corey idly kicked a pebble across the field, buzzing his lips. He was so bored! He loved his Aunt Tammy, and her farmhouse had been a lot of fun when he was little. But now that he was a teenager, stuck in the middle with no cell service and basically no Internet, he was languishing. Tammy was taking a quick nap, and Corey was trying to amuse himself.
The slim eighteen-year-old sighed, flopping down to the ground in front of Aunt Tammy’s barn. He was clad in a tank top and khaki shorts, tennis shoes on his feet. Corey hated going barefoot, especially around the farm. Aunt Tammy kept cows, and they left little presents everywhere. Corey had learned that the hard way when he was little, and was now careful to wear his tennis shoes whenever he was outside at the farm.
As he lay in front of the barn, he heard an odd clanging noise coming from inside, sounding like something metal had fallen over. He turned around, confused. “Aunt Tammy?” he asked. “Are you in there?” No response. Corey stood up and heaved the heavy barn door open, his jaw dropping at what he saw inside.
Corey had always known his Aunt Tammy to be a tad eccentric. She owned a private museum, and she was storing some of her exhibits in the barn while they weren’t on display. And what a collection it was! A vast array of restraining devices lay before the blonde teen’s eyes, and some were clearly designed with torture in mind. Corey shuddered as he looked at the infamous Spanish Donkey, set next to an Iron Maiden. “Ick,” Corey grumbled as he cast his eyes elsewhere.
For the last couple years, Corey had been coming to terms with his crush on his best friend James, and was delighted to find out that he reciprocated. Corey still hesitated to use the word “boyfriend” when talking about James to his by-and-large conservative Christian family, but he was becoming more comfortable with himself thanks to the black-haired eighteen-year-old.
James and Corey had begun to experiment with tie-up games about a year earlier, when James decided to pounce on Corey and tie his hands behind his back with a belt in order to properly tickle him crazy. They had both loved the experience, and decided to experiment further with TUGs. It had been a couple weeks since the last one, when Corey had surprised James for his birthday by tightly tying himself to James’ bed with a note taped to his chest: “Happy Birthday! Your present is a ticklish boy named Corey. You are free to keep him tied up and tickle him until the stroke of midnight. Enjoy!” Needless to say, James had taken full advantage of his incredibly sensitive little present.
Corey approached a highly intricate frame, with ropes and chains of all forms dangling from it. The sandy blonde teen remembered that this was the machine Aunt Tammy kept available for use by all visitors to her museum, with a little placard on it, reading “Be careful! Once the Rack has you, it won’t want to let you go!”
This version of the Rack had been discovered in the sub-basement of a Spanish cathedral in the late 1920s, and had a strange twist. Instead of being designed to stretch out a victim to the point of breaking vertebrae, it started by holding its victim relatively loosely, tightening the more they struggled for freedom. Ultimately, what drove the captive to confessing their crimes to the torturer was the insanity of being held captive and driving themselves to destruction. Occasionally, other methods would be employed, but records indicated that other torture on this contraption was rare. Nobody had escaped from the rack since Tammy purchased it at an auction in Madrid a decade prior, partially because she added a special kind of foam to the inside of the shackles that absorbed sweat, keeping the victim from slipping out from exertion.
Corey grinned cockily. James was excellent at tying ropes, and he could escape from them every now and again. Surely he could get out of this thing if he tried! Corey pulled off his shoes and socks, and removed his t-shirt to remain nice and cool. He lay down on the tilted bench and locked in his ankles, noticing a lot of slack in the chain. Always looking to surprise James with new, inventive ways to be inescapably bound, he knew how to lock his own wrists in the shackles. Now thoroughly secured, he got to work on escaping.
***
Tammy sat in her living room, thumbing through the latest John Grisham novel. She really did get sucked into those kinds of stories, and her focus broke when she heard metal clinging together in her barn, along with pretty clear sounds of exertion. Fearing that someone was breaking into her most private possessions, she crept up to the barn window and looked in, surprised to see Corey locked into the Rack, tugging and pulling at the chains locking him in. And even through the dirty window, Tammy could see his body was sweat-slicked from effort. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Tammy grinned and crept back to the house. Unlike Corey’s mom, her sister, she was well aware of the nature of her darling nephew’s relationship to James. She was the first person Corey told about his feelings, in a rush of tears, terrified she would reject him. Instead, she had hugged him tightly and asked to meet James. Corey had delightfully called him over, and the night ending with Corey and his Aunt Tammy teaming up to tickle James batty.
But now, with Corey helplessly locked up, Tammy called James up and told him the situation. With an adorably delighted squeak, James said he would be there in an hour. With that, Tammy sauntered over to the barn and hauled open the door. Corey saw her and begged to be let out of the contraption. “A-Aunt Tammy!” he stammered. “I thought I could get out. Can you unlock this thing? Please?” Tammy gave her nephew a catlike grin as she approached the Rack. “I don’t know, Corey. You did put tabasco sauce in my coffee yesterday…”
Corey blanched as Tammy plaintively cast her eyes to his wiggling toes. The puberty angel had come late to Corey, and he was still relatively shrimpy, distinctly smaller than James. This usually turned into a disadvantage when they were wrestling around with each other. He followed her gaze and looked at her well-manicured nails, and quickly deduced what her intentions were.
“Uh-oh!” he giggled, his cocky teenage facade melting away to reveal a nervous little boy underneath. Honestly, he did love tickles, but Aunt Tammy had never been able to tickle him when he was completely helpless like this. Tammy knelt in front of Corey’s squirming feet, and began by lightly dragging her index fingers in circles around his bare heels.
Corey squeaked, before slamming his lips shut to muffle his ticklish laughter. Aunt Tammy was going to have to do some hard work to get him to beg for mercy! Tammy looked up at her teenage nephew’s quickly reddening face and laughed out loud. She stepped away and grabbed a long rag, quickly tying it around his eyes to make the tickling all the worse. Corey grinned cockily. “Oh no, a blindfold!” he quipped sarcastically. “Whatever shall I do?” Tammy rolled her eyes. “I’ll tell what you should do. Laugh!” She began to rapidly skitter her fingernails up and down his butter-soft soles, and Corey’s shrieking belly laughs burst out of his mouth.
“WAAAHAHAHAHAHA! IS THAT AHAHAHALLLL YOU’VE GOHOHOHOT? MOHOHOHOHOHORE!!!” Corey exclaimed, lapping up the foot tickles. His aunt was undoubtedly a spectacular tickler, almost on the level of James, who had spent the last year and a half intricately learning every last one of his ticklish spots. But having known Corey quite literally since birth, and partaking in frequent bedtime tickle fests whenever he visited the farm, she knew quite well how to get him on the ropes from foot tickles alone.
But she was happy to oblige her nephew’s request for more tickles. Tammy grabbed a ball of string, and used several lengths to bind all of his toes back, so that they couldn’t so much as wiggle. She then grabbed a bottle of baby oil she had decided to bring in with her and rubbed them into Corey’s already very soft soles, opening up the pores and making them all the more sensitive to the madness-inducing tickles she felt like inflicting.
Corey gulped and stretched, as even Tammy’s rubbing of the oil into his soles tickled! He knew that his request for more may end up being his undoing. “You wanted more, Corey.” Tammy said with playful menace. “I’m just giving it to you.” With that, her fingers flew across his slickened soles, hammering tickles into Corey’s brain until he felt like he was going to explode with laughter. In that moment, he began to regret always wearing shoes. His soles never really toughened or got calloused, and there softness provided an excellent ticklish bullseye for anyone who wished to exploit it. And oh boy, was Tammy exploiting it.
***
Forty-five minutes of virtually constant foot tickles later, Tammy finally gave Corey a break as she heard James’ car pulling up. Corey panted desperately, thoroughly grateful for the brief show of mercy. What he didn’t know was that the only reason she had let him be for a moment to go get a new torturer. And James specialized in driving him nuts!
Tammy hauled the door open, with James following behind like a kid on Christmas. Corey groaned when he felt hands rubbing oil into his feet yet again. “Aunt Tammy,” he sighed out. “Please not the feet anymore!” He heard a little giggle that was quite clearly not Tammy’s. “No, she’s moving on, Corey. It’s my turn now!” Corey’s jaw dropped. “Oh, crap! James?” “In the flesh, cutie!” James replied. He darted his tongue in between Corey’s toes, drawing out a little yelp.
“No!” Corey exclaimed when he felt James’ tongue. “Not that!” This was one of James’ favorite ways of tickling Corey. Whenever he had Corey helpless in some way, shape, or form, teasing the cute little toes with his tongue would inevitably follow. It drove Corey nuts, just how James liked him.
Since Corey’s already pink soles were completely immobile, James got to employ two different forms of tickling. While his tongue darted in and out of the desperately straining toes, he skittered his fingers across his freshly slicked soles. That got him howling right off the bat, but Tammy wasn’t about to sit this one out.
Partially at James’ request, but also because he wanted to, Corey had been shaving his torso for a while. So his armpits and chest were both smooth as butter, a fact his Aunt Tammy was taking full advantage of right now. Her long fingernails flitted across the soft skin in his armpits, making him jolt and let out a loud squeal of laughter. The double-teaming was going to drive him insane!
And while he did retain his insanity, an hour of unceasing torture eventually drove him to passing out with a massive scream of ultimate laughter. Tammy walked over to a nearby table and unlocked her nephew, carrying him back to the house. James bounded behind her, chasing Corey’s bobbing soles. Tammy grinned at him. “Are you still not done?” James shook his head, a massive grin donning his face.
***
Corey blinked and opened his eyes to see James and Tammy finishing off tying him tight to his bed. Tammy bent over him and ruffled his sandy blonde hair. “Hey, kiddo. James wanted to know if you wanted to stay a nice little captive until you go home on Sunday.” Corey looked at James, who was grinning and giggling like a little school girl, and Corey nodded excitedly. Tammy smiled. “Good!”
Without warning, she grabbed James and threw him down on the bed, tying him up next to his little boyfriend. The black-haired teen didn’t have a second to react until he was tightly bound as well. “You didn’t really think I wasn’t going to have some fun with you too James, did you?” James giggled and tried to recoil, finding that he couldn’t move an inch.
He leaned over and gave Corey a little peck on the cheek. Corey blushed and grinned as Tammy rolled her eyes.
It was going to be a long weekend!
Last edited by chatouilleux on Fri Jan 01, 2016 1:40 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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### Re: The Tickle Farm

Post by xtc » Fri Jan 01, 2016 3:12 pm

Thank you for making that little edit.
Now I look forward to reading the rest of this tale.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: The Tickle Farm

Post by alex967 » Fri Jan 01, 2016 3:59 pm

Nice and cute story!

### Re: The Tickle Farm

Post by mikeybound » Thu Jan 21, 2016 1:41 pm

So far so good