“There’s no way you have a kinky side. That’s like me having a secret Hello Kitty collection” Derek Morgan joked as Spencer Reid drank his coffee. “Just because I don’t seem like the stereotypical idea of a kinky person, doesn’t mean I don’t have it in me. I worked part time in a dungeon of sorts in college for extra money” Reid explained, getting a laugh of disbelief from Morgan. “Now I know you’re full of it” “I’m serious! I even have a friend now who has his own kink room and wants me to help him on the weekends” Reid continued, still not convincing his co-worker that he had even a single freaky bone in his body. “Working here all these years and I thought I’d heard it all; I guess not” Morgan laughed. “I can prove it if you want, let you see behind the curtain a little to show I’m not bluffing” Reid offered, getting a skeptical smirk from the macho agent. “This I have to see…”

1 Week Later

“Damn, Reid…what the hell is this thing even made of?” Morgan asked as he squirmed and tested the strange table he was now attached to. “It’s some kind of reinforced wood; I’m not sure what kind exactly” the geeky agent answered nearby. “Reinforced doesn’t mean it can handle me…your friend won’t charge me if I break his toy, will he?” Morgan asked. “Most guys aren’t so confident in that position” “If you’re trying to scare me you should know by now that you’re wasting your time” Morgan assured, his newfound vulnerability not affecting him the way it would most people. The horizontal table had three sets of built-in stocks locking him in place on his back, one across his ankles that kept his legs wide apart, another across his midriff, and a third across the top for his neck and wrists.

“So when do the whips and chains come out? I wanna see what you’ve got, Reid” Morgan challenged. “Oh I don’t really do pain…that’s not my kink” Reid explained as he untied Morgan’s left boot enough to start tugging it off. “What? The hell are you doing down there?” he questioned just before the boot slipped off. “Reid, come on! If you’re not into all that then what are you into??” Morgan asked like he didn’t know there was another option. “Maybe you should try and guess” Reid suggested while working on removing the second boot but Morgan fought to keep it on with his toes, making him work for it until both socked feet were exposed. “How the hell should I know?! Stop messing around and just tell me!” Morgan demanded.

“Let’s just say I’m really good at making people laugh…” Reid answered with a quick scratch up both feet, getting a jolt from Morgan and a few surprised giggles. “No…no way, are you serious right now??” Derek challenged with wide eyes but Reid didn’t respond, instead watching him as he started running a few fingers up each foot again and Morgan tightened his jaw to resist reacting, fuming through his nose as his biceps flared to yank free of the table. “This is just me warming up…it gets much worse” Reid warned as he wiggled along the army green socked feet and they writhed in place, obviously frustrating Morgan as he tried to control himself. “SSToOP IiT!” he soon spat out as quickly as he could. “Stop what?” Reid questioned, getting what could only be described as a low growl from Morgan as anger built in his throat. “YOoU knOoOW WWHhaAT!” “I don’t think I do…you’re gonna have to be more specific” Spencer explained with a hint of a smirk as his fingers started moving faster, scurrying up from the heels and along the arches until Morgan was practically vibrating on the table, his muscles straining to break out and stop Reid himself but the table and its restraints proved too strong.

“REEiiDD! IIMmSSErriIoOuAahASS!” “What was that? Sounded like you had some trouble with that last part” Reid teased without giving the powerful feet a moment of peace as his friend struggled to retain his tough exterior. “oOkOkAoOHA! SSThOHoOPP TTiIiCckKLliinGGmMmEE!!” Morgan shouted like he hated to admit that’s what was happening but he figured a quick surrender of a couple words was worth stopping Reid. “So Derek Morgan’s ticklish, huh? I always kind of wondered but now that I know for sure, I’m gonna have to test this out for myself” Reid explained with a fiery look from Morgan as he tried to look up at him.

“NNoOOHO! GGeETToOoFF!! LLLEETmMEEoOoUUT!” “You’re the one who wanted to see if I really had a kinky side; now you can get the full experience” Reid answered before moving around to stand beside the table, getting a better look at how worked up Morgan had already gotten. “Reid, I swear to God, you better let me outta this thing now!” Morgan demanded, more prepared to handle pain than tickling. “I thought you were gonna get out on your own” Reid challenged, relishing the unique advantage he had at the moment before reaching over and latching around the tops of Morgan’s knees through the khaki pants.

“Reid! oOoAohAOhAohsSHHiiT!” fired out of Morgan before he could try and lock his mouth shut as Reid squeezed into his legs, his skinny fingers excellent for really penetrating the strong muscles. “SSTTOHoOhPpiIiT!! IIImMmEEAAnNNnIIiIT!!” Morgan protested with a smile he couldn’t control but Reid just kept going, chomping along just a few inches above his knee caps with just the right amount of pressure, further proving his experience in this role. The stocks around Morgan’s ankles kept his legs from kicking much at all so Reid had perfect access to tickle them uninterrupted, quickly making Morgan break a sweat as he jerked in place to escape.

“You’re worse off than a lot of the guys I used to do this to” Reid admitted with a laugh but Morgan wasn’t even a little humored by the situation. “JJUusSTTSSTToOPPP!! EEnNNoOUuGHH!!” Morgan insisted with a false sense of authority just before Reid’s hands started traveling north. “That’s the great thing about tables like this or bondage in general; it can render even the strongest, toughest guys totally powerless” Reid explained to rub in how little Morgan could do to stop him or protect himself. “Reid, come on! You made your point, now let me goOOaoAOOHAoOAOH!!” Morgan couldn’t help but be overcome by fresh laughter once Reid started kneading into his thighs, firing him up with ease. Reid smiled at Morgan’s reluctant outburst and continued giving him no choice but to laugh his bald head off, digging into the meaty legs with tight fingers daggering in, alternating between each side of his thigh. “AAhAOHAOAHADDaAamMMIIIITT!! GGEETToOOoFFFmMMEEMmAAANNN!” “This is what you asked for, buddy…you wanted kinky Reid and you got him” Spencer answered just to get Morgan more worked up as he squirmed and fought the stocks with violent thrashes on the table.

“There is a safeword…but you have to earn it” Reid explained before leaving the mighty thighs. “What?? That’s not how that works!” Morgan argued. “That’s how it works with me so if you want a break when you need it, you’ll have to earn your safeword” Reid elaborated with a cockeyed look from Morgan, not used to having to appease anyone, especially Spencer. “I don’t know what happened in your college days, but I’m not those guys. Just cut the shit, alright?” Morgan assured as he regained his stoic composure and Reid moved back down to the end of the table. “Let’s see what kind of toys he has here…ooh, the gloves; I’ve been interested in trying these out” he concluded after surveying the wall of tools before returning to his captive friend and grabbing the edges of his crew socks, peeling them off only halfway.

“I’m curious how ticklish your feet are…they’re in boots and socks most of the time but our sensitivity can sometimes weaken with time” Reid speculated aloud before scratching along the peachy heels and bottom half of his arches. “AAhAohOOk! OK!” Morgan barked with a powerful jerk and telling outburst, one that left him visibly less confident than seconds earlier. “Hmm…you may be in more trouble than I thought” Reid pointed out as he pulled the rest of the bunched up socks off and put them on the side of the table, exposing Morgan’s smooth, wide bare feet. “Do you wear shoes and socks at home too?” Reid teased after getting a good look at the satin, blemish-free soles. “How about just giving me a massage instead?” Morgan suggested as if he could talk his way out of anymore tickling. “I wouldn’t count on that” Reid casually answered as he prepared his tools, purposefully not warning Morgan before going at both feet with the dog grooming gloves.

“AAAOoAoWWOhAohAOHA! WwoAOhATTAAohaOAHIIISsTtTHHAAATT!?! SSTTOhohOHOPP! RrEEiIidDD!!” Morgan exploded on the table like he’d been struck by lightning. “I knew these would be good!” an excited Reid said to himself as he scrubbed the trapped feet, able to really tickle Morgan more than he ever could under normal circumstances. “CCuUuTTiiIOouUuuTT! AhAoAOhAOhCCoOmMMEEOOONN!” Morgan protested with fiery laughter as he raged against the stocks, dying to fight back and force Reid off his feet. The palms of the grooming gloves were covered in tiny rubber spikes, just stiff enough and pointed to make exceptional tickle tools without hurting or requiring much skill at all. But unfortunately for Morgan, Reid had far more skill than the average tickler.

Morgan’s feet were almost flat but strong, fighting to jerk away from the gloves but Reid followed the flexed contour of both soles without losing any steam, infuriating his fellow agent. “AHOhOSSTToHoHopPTTHHiIISShHiiIITT! aohAOHaEENNoOUuGGHH!” Morgan shouted with angry outbursts between the thunderous laughter. “I sure hope we don’t have any unsubs into tickle torture in the future…you might have to sit out that case” Reid taunted while watching Morgan’s admittedly handsome feet wrinkle and wiggle in place to defend themselves but the rubber spikes couldn’t be escaped.

“IIiSSWWEeEAAARRTTOOoGGOoODD RREEIiIDD!! GGEeETTOOOFFmMyYYFFEEEETT!!” Morgan warned like Reid should fear what would happen if he didn’t stop but the BAU’s resident genius was more sadistic than Derek knew, “I only stop when you use the safeword” Reid pointed out as his focus realigned toward Morgan’s fresh pink toes, forcing them back a little with his gloves before sawing side to side along both rows. “AAAAhAOHAOAHA!! WWHhAATTSsTThHeEFFUUuCCkKiIIINNGG SSAAFFeEWWOOORRDD?!?” Morgan howled with more violent, high-pitched laughter as his temper grew. “Like I said, you have to earn it” Reid reminded while Morgan’s toes flared out and wiggled against the gloves but that only tickled more.

“AAohAohAhHaAahAOH JJuUuuSSTTTEEeELLlMMmEEE!!” Morgan fired back with sweat now building on his forehead. “I can’t just tell you…you have to beg me…then I decide when I think you’ve earned the safeword” Reid explained. “AhAOhaOHAYYYEEeAAAHHRRIIiGGGhHTT!! JJUuUSSTTTFFuUuCCkKIinNnGgSSTTOHOhPP!” “That’s how it works…unless you just want me to keep going” Reid assured before pulling one glove off with his teeth and returning to the left foot with just his fingers this time, spiking Morgan’s laughter with the sudden scribbling. “YYoOuUSsoOONNoOoFFAAbBiIiTTCCchH!! IIMmSsSEEERrRiIOooUuSS!! TTEeELLMmMEETThHEeWWOOoRRRDD!!” “Show me how much you want it” Reid refused as his gloved fingers started invading the spaces between Morgan’s right toes, shocking the muscleman.

“Morgan, was that a squeal I just heard?” Reid teased as he continued wiggling between the big and second toe. “AAAoHAOHA IIMmGGONnNAAKIIiicCkKYYoOoUuURRAAASSS!!” “What was that? I couldn’t hear you over that girly shriek just now” Reid rubbed in, knowing how much he was playing with fire but he couldn’t help himself. “AAohAOHAFFuUUCckK!!” Morgan let out with another sharp outburst as the spikes snuck between his second set of toes and Reid’s short nails continued running up and down the opposite foot in a doubled-team effort to make Morgan beg for the safeword. “Come on, just throw in a few ‘pleases’ and I’ll give you the safeword…but I’m fine tickling your feet as long as you want” Reid teased before snaking his prickly index finger between another set of toes and focusing on the long arch of the other foot. “AAAhAOhAAh!! IIIiMmnNOoOTTBBbEEGGiInNnGGYyOuUUU FfOOoRRSShHiiIITT!!” Morgan refused as if he wasn’t laughing hard enough to give his abs a workout and losing more and more control over the embarrassing squeals Reid was bringing out of him.

“Suit yourself…” Reid answered as if he really didn’t care either way before slipping his hand back in the other grooming glove and squirting some baby oil on the palms while Morgan caught his breath for a few seconds, “Reid…let me out of this shit! I’m not begging you for some stupid safeword, alright?!” Morgan made clear with his pride and ego still intact, jerking against the stocks table again like surely he was strong enough to break free. “It’s kind of an unspoken rule that nobody gets let out until they’ve used their safeword at least once…and you haven’t even earned yours yet” Reid answered. “What?! No, no way, undo this shit nOoWOaohAohAohAOHA!!” Morgan erupted with a giant forced smile once Reid unleashed on his defenseless feet.

“You see, the oil removes basically all the usual friction between the feet and whatever tools I’m using so everything moves faster and packs a heavier punch” Reid explained while he proved his point, scrubbing across the supple balls of both feet as the oil lathered his soles and allowed the rubber spikes to glide back and forth like a dream. “AhAAHAOHaohAOAHGgOooDDdAAAMMmmMMmiiiTTRrRREEiIidDD!! SSTTtOhOhOHPPPP!!!” Morgan yelled through the full-body laughter, hardy and powerful until a high-pitched yelp escaped every 10 seconds or so. The gloves were almost twice as lethal now and totally dominated Morgan’s now glossy bare feet as Reid followed them whichever way they twisted or jerked with a mean-streak his fellow agent had never seen from him.

“SSTTTtOoOPPpwWWiIITTHHhEEEDDAAAMMNNGGLLoOOoVvvEESSS!!” Morgan demanded like he was on the verge of breathing fire, the pits of his gray t-shirt now fully dark with sweat and his fists clenched with ticklish frustration. “You’re certainly tougher than a lot of the guys I used to tickle but nobody stays tough forever” Reid pointed out before employing a trick Morgan had failed to notice before agreeing to be locked onto the table. Attached to the length of the bottom half of the ankle stocks was a shoelace, tied between two small hooks like a clothesline just below Morgan’s heels. Without mentioning a word about it, Reid suddenly pulled the shoelace up and slipped it between the smallest two toes of each foot, leaving the braided string draped between them just loose enough to move around a little. “What is that!? The hell did you put between my toes, man?!” Morgan demanded to know before the gloves returned to scrubbing his feet again and he realized how sinister the mysterious addition was.

“WWoOOAhWOWHaOAhaohaOhOhAAOhnNOONNOOAoaH!! RREEEiIIDDDOhaoHAATTAAAkKKEEiiITTOoOoFFAOhAOAH!! CCoOmMEEOONN!!” Morgan roared with a confused desperation to his voice as his feet wiggled in place per usual and in return pulled the shoelace between his toes every time for another layer to the tickle torture. “Most people know how ticklish the bottoms of their feet can be but the toes can be a serious sweet spot as well” Reid enlightened as if to explain why Morgan’s laughter was wilder than moments earlier and why he suddenly wanted to punch him more now. “RrEEEiiIiDDAOAOhAOhA!! JJUuUSSSTTHoOOPPP!! AohAOhAOAOHAAOHSSHHIiIITT!!” Morgan bubbled over and tried to stop from moving his feet but the gloves tickled like a motherfucker; it was impossible to keep his feet still and keep the shoelace from threading between his defenseless toes.

“I can keep going all night…there’s still almost a whole wall of tools I haven’t used yet” Reid informed as Morgan’s increasingly desperate laughter filled Reid’s buddy’s basement. Reid knew going in that Morgan would be hard to crack but even for someone as strong-willed and objectively bad-ass as he was, the unrelenting gloves scrubbing his slick soles in combination with the shoelace sawing between his toes every time they twitched even a little soon had him on the ropes. “AAHAALlLlRRiiiGhHHTT!! AOhAOhaSSTTThohOOOPPP!!” “What’s the magic word?” Reid answered without stopping. “AAHAOhALLLrRiIiGhHHTT!! PPLLLEEEAASSEE!! PPLLLEEEAASSEESSTTTHOoOHOPP!!” Morgan reluctantly surrendered as loud as he could to make sure didn’t have to taste defeat in his mouth again.

“Man…I wasn’t sure if you were actually going to give up” Reid admitted with a laugh as he finally stopped with the gloves, playfully evil in his tickler role. The hunky 39 year old caught his breath again, this time with heavier ins and outs as relief battled his anger for the dominant emotion in the moment. “The safeword is Watson by the way…you know, the Sherlock Holmes character” Reid informed, getting a death glare from Morgan as Spencer moved around to stand at the side of the table. “Reid, you said this would be a quick five minute thing…not all this shit! Now let me go!” Morgan demanded with another buck against the series of stocks. “Okay so maybe I lied a little to get you to agree to it but you’re the one who didn’t think I was telling the truth about being a kinkster” Reid defended. “Alright, I was wrong, just undo this shit!” “I will…after I check out a few other spots” Reid explained before moving around to the top of the table.

“Reid! Stop messing around! No more fucking tickling!” Morgan tried to deter before Reid dove into his exposed armpits. Morgan clenched his jaw and his face tightened to resist reacting with obvious focus but the nimble fingers just kept going, wiggling around in both pits through the t-shirt with increasing enthusiasm until Morgan started jerking around again and accidentally triggered the shoelace still stuck between his toes, breaking his defense. “AAooOaOHAohAohAANNoOOHAO!!” AoHAohaaAohARRREEiIIDDD!!” Morgan couldn’t help but burst with gushing laughter, getting a smile of satisfaction from Reid as he terrorized the damp pits with full, unchallenged control.

“I think you’ve said my name more today than the whole time we’ve worked together” Spencer teased while watching his buddy flounder in place and unintentionally tickle his own toes. “UuUAAGGAHoAHACCoOmMmEEoOONN!! AOhAOHAAOhASSSTTAohAOHOPP! WAAhaATTSSSoOON!!” Morgan shouted after almost five minutes as if he’d forgotten he even had a safeword now. “Now aren’t you glad you begged me for the safeword? But you should know that it only gets you a 20 second break and redirects the tickling to a different spot” Reid explained while Morgan tried to figure out how to free his hands of the wrist stocks. “How about…here?” Reid suggested before producing two feathers he’d stashed away in his pocket and twisting them along Morgan’s ears.

“WWhAaATThHEEHHEElLLLAAHAHA!?! AAARrRREeEYYOOuUSseEERRIiOOuUSS!?!” Morgan laughed with a disbelief this time that was quickly eclipsed by fresh frustration as the wispy feathers introduced him to the new maddening technique. “I never thought feathers would actually tickle before I started doing this in college but they’re actually quite effective if used the right way” Reid added while twiddling the stiff ends between his fingers to spin the feathery ends all over Morgan’s ears and soon his neck as well in an alternating pattern. “FfuUuCckKiInNNGOAOAHSSTTohHOOOPP!” Moran roared with new rage on his face, again forgetting his earned pause button.

“What about your lips?” Reid wondered aloud before letting one of the feathers start flicking across Morgan’s top lip, instantly spiking his laughter and pissing him off even more. “AAhAoAohFFuUuCCkKOoOfFFF! AohAOHWWaATTSSONN! WWAATTSSSoOONN!” Derek soon shouted again once he remembered he could, granting him some more relief and sparing him anymore hellacious feather action. “What the hell, man?! My ears! The lips?! Who does that??” “Sounded like you got a kick out of it to me” Reid teased with another smirk. “And take that damn string off my toes! I hate that shit” Morgan instructed before the tickling could ramp up again. “String? What string?” Reid challenged with a fake cluelessness as he prepared to strike once more. “Dammit, Reid! You know what string! Come on!” Morgan fired back before Reid yanked up his t-shirt and plowed into his exposed stomach. “RREEIiIDDAohAOAOHA!!” rocketed out of Morgan with more power than the pits or ears, a difference that a seasoned tickler like Reid quickly noticed.

“I’ve always been surprised at how little muscles do to stop guys from being any less ticklish” Reid confessed as Morgan’s tight abs offered zero protection from the ruthless fingers. ‘AAohOhAohWWAaTTSsoONNN!” Morgan let out only 30 seconds in but to his surprise, Reid didn’t stop. “Sorry, I may have forgotten to mention that the safeword only works twice every 30 minutes and you just used it twice in the last, what? 10 minutes?” “AAHoaWWHhAATTT!?! AhoAANnOOoAOhAOAFFuUuCCkKkTTTHhAAATT!! GgEeETTOoOoFFFMmMEE!!” Derek refused to believe as Reid’s skinny fingers drilled into his stomach like a factory machine.

“I’m starting to think I may have found your worst spot…I thought it might be your feet but I think it’s your stomach” Reid concluded after Morgan pulled the trigger on his safeword so soon and how explosive his laughter had become again. “OoKOOKAOHASSoOJJuUSSTTTsSTTohoHOOOPP!!” Morgan tried to convince but the discovery only energized Reid more, kneading along the side of his abs until more sharp squeals were escaping Morgan again, even less able to fight them from coming out now. His fists tested the wrist stocks as hard as he could while the rest of him shook in place and added to his own suffering by pulling the shoelace between his rich toes over and over again, doing his best to just endure the toe flossing and ab annihilation in hopes of breaking the table.

Reid’s excited fingers began digging in between each of Morgan’s abs to crank Morgan’s laughter up higher and drive him even crazier until a single finger slipped into his bellybutton and got the most unhinged reaction yet. “Very interesting…” Reid added as he turned his attention to the semi-outie bellybutton and a moment of horror flashed across Morgan’s face before the same index finger started swirling around in the tight navel. “AAAAAHAHA! NNOONNoAOHAOHAOHA!! SSTToHOHOHOOPP!!” Morgan let out like a siren with more panic than Reid had heard from him thus far, feeding right into Reid’s villainous side as he concentrated on the bellybutton and bellybutton only.

Reid quickly spiraled Morgan’s laughter to out of control heights with a single finger tickling his navel and the shoelace still threading between his toes with every jerk in the stocks, the insane reaction like catnip for Spencer as he continued milking the intense weak spot. “I take it back…this is your worst spot” Reid pointed out as Morgan lost his shit and tried to threaten Reid with everything he could think of but there was no stopping him or saving his poor bellybutton. “AAhAOhAOHASSTTOoHAOAHOAOPPP!!” Morgan shouted at the top of his tired lungs with another fiery buck against the stocks and managed to finally tip the table over. Reid jumped out of the way with a surprised look, “How did you do that?? The table was bolted down!” Reid tried to assess before realizing the bolts had been stripped but he failed to realize the locks on the stocks had popped off with the force of the table hitting the ground, effectively freeing Morgan. Assuming his supremely ticklish co-worker was still stuck to the table, Reid was surprised when the table moved around and a hand reached out to grab his ankle like a scene from some horror movie.

“Hey! How did you get out?!” Reid questioned like he knew he was in trouble but couldn’t get away before Morgan grabbed his other leg and tripped him up to fall on the floor. “No! Morgan, I’m sorry!” Reid tried to diffuse but couldn’t stop Morgan from getting out and pulling him back toward him. “Sorry my ass! Come here!” Morgan asserted as he wrestled with Reid and quickly overpowered him until he had Spencer on his back on the floor with both wrists locked in the ankle stocks above his head.

“Come on, you agreed to try out the table!” “Yeah but I didn’t agree to tickling, you set me up!” Morgan pointed out as he straddled his stomach. “I was just having some fun with you! Everybody likes a good laugh, right??” a nervous Reid tried to convince. “I think you need to find out for yourself and just so you know, there is no safe word with me…I don’t care how much you beg” Morgan warned before launching into Reid’s armpits with far more fury than the brilliant brunette could ever dish out, ready to prove that the secret dom was still a super ticklish nerd and he was about to meet his match.