Rancho Carne High School was huge, big enough to see a new face every day of the week but for Cliff, transferring there was actually a smaller pond than he was used to. He walked into class the first day with his headphones keeping him at a distance from most interactions until the teacher made it a point to introduce him. “Alright, everyone. Please welcome our new student, Cliff Pantone from Los Angeles” she announced and Cliff casually threw up his hand for a collective ‘hello’ from his desk. “UGH! LOSER!” a voice coughed from a few desks over, pulling Cliff’s attention toward the pair of football jocks snickering at their own insult. “The cough insult, man I didn’t know anyone was still doing that. I thought it went out with disco a while back” the confident senior added as the pretty blonde next to him, Torrance smiled at the refreshing wit. “…LOSER” the same guy coughed again less than a minute later, proving their idiotic humor wasn’t affected by Cliff’s put-down.

As the bell rang to end class, Cliff gathered his books and everyone rushed out but Torrance, allowing them to make eye contact long enough for her to see his charming smile. “Long way from L.A., new guy” “Yeah it wasn’t really my choice but here I am” “Well I hope you’re not too miserable” “I’ll let you know” Cliff answered with another flash of his massive dimples as Torrance realized he was worth getting to know. He followed her out and she looked back one more time before going down the hall while Cliff checked his map of the school to see where the Physics room was. “Great…only a mile away” he sighed with familiar sarcasm before starting across campus, his black sneakers trailing the California school until the room was in sight. Cliff walked toward his next class with a bit of relief and started folding up his map when he was pulled into a different room, “What the hell!?” was all he had time to say before he was pinned against the wall by his arms.

“What’s up, smart guy? You were looking a little lost there” Kyle taunted. “You should be more careful shooting your mouth off on your first day at a new school. You never know what could happen” Mike chimed in as Cliff realized they were the jocks from class earlier. “So I’m guessing this isn’t the welcome wagon?” “You still got jokes, huh? We can fix that” Kyle tried to intimidate as Mike held Cliff’s weaker arms in place against the wall while he pulled a long strip of duct tape from a fresh roll. “Uhh…this has been fun guys, but I have class” Cliff pointed out before Kyle taped his mouth shut and got started taping his arms out to his sides and his ankles together. By the time they were done, Cliff couldn’t move his arms and was stuck in place against the wall of the storage room filled with extra gym equipment and cleaning supplies. “Haha now this is funny” Mike laughed while they watched him try to get loose and squirm in place.

“We should pull his pants down too!” Kyle suggested and Cliff’s eyes got bigger as the tight-end grabbed the waist of his jeans and fumbled with pulling them down. “MhmMN” Cliff let out behind the gag just before his jeans fell down. “What was that?” Mike asked. “It sounded like he kind of laughed” Kyle added while Cliff’s usual smoothness began to crack with sudden anxiety. “Oh shit, dude. He’s ticklish!” Mike concluded with a goofy smile. “No way! Haha let’s test him out” Kyle decided with a shared excitement before poking along Cliff’s stomach through the t-shirt. “MMHMMphMM!” Cliff giggled almost instantly and tried to pull his arms down but there was no hiding it now. “He is ticklish! Let’s see if we can make him pee his pants!” Kyle suggested as Cliff’s eyes filled with a rare look of genuine fear before Kyle wrapped his hands around the ribs dug in with all ten fingers. Cliff’s laughter spiked behind the tape and Mike grabbed his legs, wrapping his arm around them in a headlock before ripping off the seasoned sneakers.

Cliff tried to kick free or hold onto this shoes but Mike was too strong for both attempts and soon had the socked feet all to himself. “Nice socks, new guy” Mike teased before scratching along both feet with wide fingers. “MmHPhMMHMM!” Cliff roared higher at the new attack and tried harder to wiggle out the hold. “I think his feet are a bad spot, man” Kyle pointed out with a devious smile. “Yeah you messed up big time, new guy!” Mike assured while easily working over the white-socked feet, just a little sour from walking around in the pungent sneakers. Kyle soon started poking all over his ribs to see Cliff thrash against the wall. “Haha he’s dancing for us” the immature senior teased while jabbing along his ribcage like an arcade game. But just a few minutes later the baby-faced 18 yr. old felt a new rush of panic when Jake grabbed the extra bit of loose material at the toes of the tube socks and yanked on them until Cliff’s feet were bare. “mMpMmMPHMmMN!!” he tried to protest with a look of sudden panic but couldn’t prevent Jake from going after his fresh bare feet.

Jake’s nails needed a trim but were excellent for tickling, scribbling across the buttery soft soles in every direction like a whirlwind and Kyle watched Cliff’s cool-guy exterior fully crumble with desperate, muffled laugher. Of course Kyle kept up with his buddy and without warning, launched into Cliff’s wide-open armpits to light him up with electric sensations. “MmPHhMMpHMMNM!!” Cliff’s laughter spiraled higher with wide eyes, overwhelmed by the intense tickling he couldn’t dodge or block no matter how hard he fought against the layers of tape keeping him so defenseless. “Not so funny now, huh?” Kyle taunted with a flashy smile as he drilled into the pits with vicious enthusiasm like only a cruel teenage boy could. Mike tightened his grip on the bound ankles and started clawing along the smooth arches like he was scratching a serious itch, forcing Cliff’s laughter up even higher like he would explode. “Oh yeah! Keep laughing, new guy!” Mike teased as his monster hand dominated both pale feet.

Kyle’s brutal fingers dug into the middle of both underarms to make up for his bruised ego until he dropped down to his hips, latching around them just above the boxers’ waist band and started squeezing with a tight grip. “MmmPHHMMMPHHMMM!!” Cliff twisted between the tape as if he could shake Kyle’s hands but couldn’t escape the sharp fingers hell-bent on wrecking him. “Dude, his feet are like super soft” Mike mentioned while raking down the left foot. “He probably gets pedicures like my girlfriend does” Kyle added in an attempt to humiliate him further, even though Cliff had never actually been to a nail salon. The cocky rebel wasn’t fazed by them mocking him, more concerned about how incredibly ticklish he was; he didn’t realize his feet or his body were so sensitive but his new classmates were happy to find all his worst spots.

Mike soon stopped focusing on just the left foot and cut loose on both bright pink soles to scribble and scratch across Cliff’s naturally handsome feet. “MMMPhHMMMNHMMmnHMM!!” Cliff lost it behind the gag and yanked his legs as much as he could but Mike held his ground and let his nails wreak absolute havoc all over both feet. There was no hiding how overwhelmed the transfer student was and Kyle loved knowing they’d gotten to him, “Remember this the next time you think about trying to embarrass us in class. This is our school!” Kyle advised before grabbing a nearby red marker usually used for pep rally banners and hiked Cliff’s shirt up to expose his upper body. He was writhing so much that it was hard to write that well but Kyle pressed against his shoulder to steady him more while the thick felt marker got to work, tickling his nipples and the rest of his chest like crazy with every long drag until he was done.

“Alright, Mike I think our new friend got the message. I’ve got lunch third period and I’m not missing pizza day” Kyle explained. “Oh shit haha, good idea, man” Mike laughed after turning around to see ‘GO TOROS’ written across Cliff’s chest. “Let’s leave him with something to think on, to make sure he doesn’t forget our little conversation” Kyle suggested as Cliff caught his breath and watched with fearful anticipation for what the athletic dopes had planned. Mike and Kyle left Cliff bumbling with fresh, uncontrollable laughter behind the gag as his newly taped legs squirmed against the wall, trying to avoid the industrial floor cleaning machine propped up just under his legs so the spinning bristles could brush across the ridiculously ticklish feet until someone turned it off…eventually.