JD Maberry had never felt such relief in his young life. After hours of relentless, playfully brutal tickling on his big size 12 feet and all over the rest of his body, Chris finally let him go. After both enduring Coach Hecker’s stock punishment, JD never imagined that his new best friend would use tickling of all things to torture him but a new side of Chris came out once the hogtie was secure and JD was helpless. Chris Hilbert was used to getting what he wanted and once he decided to have some fun at his buddy’s expense, JD didn’t have a chance in hell of evading his wicked fingers. If only he’d known that before agreeing to be tied up for losing the bet. 

They boys actually did end up playing a few more games before bed and JD made sure to keep his feet out of sight, not wanting to tempt anymore unwanted attention. His soles tingled under his legs as he sat on them and a smirk of satisfaction seemed to linger on Chris’ face until they finally decided to go to bed. JD slept like a rock after the exhausting tickling and didn’t wake up until 10:30, far later than usual or later than his dad would’ve allowed without knocking on his door but JD knew he needed the rest. His bare feet hit the floor and his toes wiggled a bit like they were happy to not be dodging tickles from the ruthless running back, leading JD to wonder if Chris was still there or had gone on home. 

He made his way down the hall of the second story to find the guest room door wide open and his teammate still there. JD watched for a few seconds to see if he was asleep or not and quickly concluded Chris was indeed the heavy sleeper he’d heard the other guys talk about, not moving a bit as he lightly snored on his stomach. JD started toward the stairs to get breakfast and let Chris sleep but stopped in his tracks after realizing what was sitting right in front of him. He turned back into the doorway and looked back to see a pair of size 13 feet sticking out on the edge of the bed, with no socks or even any of the sheet protecting them.

An uncharacteristically devious grin grew across JD’s face and the quarterback couldn’t help but entertain the brilliant idea that the opportunity had inspired after spending most of the previous evening at Chris’ mercy. Part of JD was reluctant to seek any kind of revenge on Chris. The most obvious reason was how good Chris had been to him; he’d helped him get to know everyone on the football team, had introduced him to a lot of girls, showed him around the school, and involved him in any party he had. But the other part of JD wanted to return the favor for tickling the shit out of him; he figured Chris deserved at least some comeuppance for wrecking him like he had.

Besides, if it were Joe or Eric that’d tickled him like that and he had the chance to get them back, Chris would for sure tell him to go for it; he’d want JD to ignore his nice nature and really get some revenge. On top of that he’d defended Chris when Coach Hecker wanted to know who’d thrown the party earlier in the season. He’d endured the wrath of the new coach as long as he could to protect Chris; he’d been tickled silly twice, more than anyone on the team. As he stood there contemplating his next move, JD wondered how ticklish Chris really was. He knew Hecker had gotten the better of him the same way he had the other guys but Chris never talked about it; he always seemed to tease everybody else about how ticklish they were as if he didn’t share the embarrassing weakness. The demigod of Richland High would rather remind his friends of their ticklishness to keep anyone from pointing out his own sensitivity but as he watched Chris’ handsome feet hang off the bed, he decided this was the perfect time to finally put Captain Chris in his place. 

After grabbing some rope that his dad kept around for tying the boat to the dock, JD got to work carefully getting things in position. He situated the hunter green comforter and matching sheets on one side of Chris after realizing how messy of a sleeper he was, taking advantage of how untucked the bedding now was to start rolling him in it. JD was as gentle as possible to avoid waking Chris but didn’t seem to ever come close to opening his eyes or saying anything, persuading JD to keep going until the mighty jock was totally mummified in the middle of the bed. He then hurried to use the rope to further secure Chris in the blanket bondage with several knots from the ankles to the shoulders just to make sure he didn’t get loose. Only a head full of dark hair and a pair of smooth bare feet could be seen at either end and JD couldn’t help but smile at his victory. It had only taken 10 minutes to render the most popular, alpha, untouchable guy at Richland High completely helpless and leave number 50’s big macho feet completely vulnerable for some well deserved payback. 

JD knelt down at the foot of the bed and with just his index fingers and started slowly doodling on the pristine soles. He swirled along the balls and across the arches to see what kind of reaction he got and immediately the feet started moving around, reflexively trying to get away but the layers of bedding kept them in place. A murmured objection caught JD’s ear but didn’t stop his fingers as they continued teasing the sleepy feet with the same patient strokes. The right foot tried to pull up but was stopped by the comforter and the other foot all but jerked away when JD grazed the base of the toes, adding to JD’s enjoyment and fueling his ballsy retaliation. 

After a few minutes a louder mumbling from Chris was followed by a sudden full-body seize up as he realized he couldn’t move. “What the…JD NO!” was all Chris had time to shout as he fully came to and his buddy’s fingers suddenly multiplied on his supple soles. “AHohAOhAFFuuCcKAOhoAHaNNOOnnOO!! GGeETThHEEFFuUuCCkkOoFF!!” Chris demanded with the authority he was used to having and bucked around on the bed with all his strength to bust out of the setup. JD quickly moved to sit across the back of JD’s ankles to secure a better position and really let the captive feet have it to show Chris he meant business. 

“AreEE yYooUuSSerRRiIoOUuSS?! IiTTDDOoOeeSSnNTTT EEevVEEnNTTiiCCkLlLEE!!” “Yeah? Then why are you laughing so much…and why was Coach Hecker able to get you to stop throwing parties?” JD challenged and pissed the fellow 18 year old off even more as he writhed under him. The quarterback could almost hear the surprise in Chris’ laughter as he tickled him, as if he couldn’t believe JD had it in him to go after him like this but Richland’s newest import had a score to settle. “FFuUCCKKiiNnGSSSTHooHoPPDDUuUDDEE!! IiIHhHAAATTEE TTHhiISSSshhHiiITT!!” “Hate what?” “BBEEiIINNNGGtTiIiCCkkKlLLEDD!!” “That’s funny; you didn’t have a problem tickling me all night after I lost the bet” JD pointed out like every scratch along the tender soles was perfectly justified. “IIiWWAAssjJuuUSSTMmEESsIInnNGgAARROouUUnNDD! NNoOOWLLEETTmMEEGGoOOO!!” “Haha yeah right” JD dismissed with a mocking laugh like he wasn’t susceptible to Chris’ signature charm this time.

“Coochie coochie coo!” JD taunted while spidering along just the pink balls. “AhAFFuUUCCkKYYoOUU!! Ii’mMGGOnnNNAAkKKiiCCkKYyyOoUURRAASSS!!” “Are you now?” JD challenged as he started scratching faster and JD became a floundering fish behind him, overwhelmed with heavier laughter at the concentrated attack. JD hadn’t been a Richland Lion for very long really but he knew by now how accustom Chris was to not being held accountable for anything and how people catered to him; he knew experiencing any kind of consequence was foreign to the cocky senior so as much as he appreciated the friendship, part of him was happy to punish Chris. 

“IImmMSsEERRRIioOuSS MAaBbeERRYY!! LLlEETmMEEGGOOO!! ILlLFFuUccKkyYYooOOUuuUuPP!!” “Big talk for a guy wrapped in a blanket” JD answered before scribbling all over the powerhouse feet to shut him up, undermining the attempted intimidation. It probably would’ve worked on most of the other teammates but JD had confirmed Chris’ weakness and it was a game changer. “No wonder Hecker got you to stop partying…I mean this is too easy!” JD teased some more with a brutal rake up both soles to get an extended, roaring laugh from his new best friend. “AAHAMmOOTThHEERRfFuUucCKKEERR!!! SSSTHOhOoOPP!!” “I’m just waiting on you to get out and kick my ass” JD added with another smirk as his nails continued dragging back and forth along the lengths of both feet. 

Chris’ typically ‘manly’ voice couldn’t help but falter as sharp laughs and howls of ticklish horror escaped and JD loved every bit of it. He could hear the frustration in every outburst like Chris hated giving JD the satisfaction and reaffirming how ridiculously ticklish his feet were every time he contradicted the tough, super jock image he was known for and prided himself on. JD knew Chris really could probably clobber him in a fight, hell he could probably take anyone on the team except maybe Joe but having the captain’s achilles heel at his fingertips leveled the playing field better than JD had expected, allowing him to humble his arrogant friend in the most effective, humiliating, way possible. 

“IIMMgGOnNNAALlLEETT EEVVEerRRyYyTTEEAAMM SSaAACkkyyOOUUU!!” Chris threatened, knowing he could sway the rest of the linemen to not block JD. “Yeah? What’ll you do when Hecker realizes it and puts you in his stocks again?” JD pointed out while focusing on the arches for a bit with tight, angled scratches. “AAAAHAHAFFUUCCK! AOhAHAOhAnNNOonNOAOHAOhA!!” Chris howled with wide-eyed overload as JD worked over his big feet and exploited every inch of the satin soles. Chris knew he’d put JD through it the night before but he swore JD was worse than he was, with a vicious, unrelenting approach that kept the king of Richland laughing his ass off. He still couldn’t quite believe quiet, reserved JD could be such a mean tickler but then again, he’d only tickled JD for fun; JD was out for revenge. 

JD could hear Chris fighting to get free of the blanket bondage from behind him with loud grunts and exhales between the raging laughter but all that time spent bulking up couldn’t help him now. “Man, I can’t believe you even sleep barefoot; I mean you’re just asking for someone to test these out” JD taunted while scratching up both feet toward the heels. “AAHAohAAYYoOOuuURREEDDeEAADD MmAaBBeERRRyY!!” “Oh yeah?” JD challenged and cut him off again by scratching sharper across the soft soles, sending Chris spiraling on the bed. “AAHoAOhAANNOOnNOO!! AohAOhaAHAOHSSHHiIITTAHAHa!! GGEETTOOOoFfMMmEEE!!!” Chris yelled like he was beginning to accept the fact that he couldn’t free himself and he’d have to wait on JD to end this. 

“I don’t remember you stopping when I wanted you to last night…no, I remember you tickling me and my feet for a long, LONG time” JD answered with drawn-out strokes along the edges. “AHOAHAohFFuUUuCKK!” Chris’ feet wiggled and wrinkled on the edge of the bed and his toes flailed and crunched like they didn’t know how to process such uninterrupted stimulation, enticing JD to keep at it. “Ya know, I always have a hard time remembering your jersey number for some reason. Just stop me when I get there; 1…” JD prompted before dragging his dull nails all the way up both feet and hearing Chris howl behind him. “FFuUCCkKTTHhAATT!! YYoOuUKnoOoWWMmyYNnUUmMBBEERR AASSHOOlLEE!!” 

“2….” JD continued with another devastating drag along his buddy’s strawberry soles to get Chris losing his shit once again with violent thrashing. “3…” the fingers trailed back up the trapped feet not even a second later, “HAoAHAOHGGOoDDdAAMMIIIT!! FUuUcckKIIINnGGSSTHOHOOP!” “No, I don’t think it’s 3. 4….” JD added as he clawed down both 13s again for another freak out from the toughest Lion on the team. “JJDDDDCCoOoMMMEEOoNN!! ohAohAAOhJJuUuSSTtTSSSTTThoOHOHPP!!” “Nope, it’s not four either. I guess I’ll keep going; 5…” JD announced with slightly more pressure this time and Chris nearly squealed before burying his face in the pillow to muffle his desperation. JD smiled at the un-Chris like reaction and delivered another cruel raking for number 6, knowing he still had 44 more to go before reaching Chris’ number, that was if he didn’t start crying before then. 

“50…yeah that sounds right” JD concluded minutes later while dragging along the now bright pink soles and Chris’ upper body finally stopped floundering, with his head landing back on the mattress after knocking the pillows off around number 32. The exhausted running back caught his breath like he’d been through the most intense workout of his life, overcome with relief that he’d endured all that JD had to offer but after a few seconds he began to feel something along his toes, a light fluttering dancing back and forth along the silky undersides of both rows. “Hhey! NnOoNO! CooMEEeOoOnNN!” Chris tried to object as another forced smile appeared on his chiseled face but the tickling didn’t die down. 

“You didn’t think I was done did you?” JD teased as he explored the toes he’d mostly neglected until now. “NoAohANOo! AOhOAHaNnOOoMMmOoRREE!!” Chris argued but the fingertips refused to leave his toes. He tried clenching them or wiggling his feet around but JD’s legs tightened around both ankles and overpowered the strong toes with ease, introducing Chris to a new level of tickle hell. “AHAAFFFuUCCKkoOKOOKK!! IIlLLLWWAaSShHyYoOOuuRRCCAAARR FFOoRRaaAAmMoOnNNTThH!!” “Oh we’re negotiating now? Haha you can do better than that” JD assured while fingering through the wily toes. 

“AAohaCCOOmMEEOoNnN!! IILlLDDOOoYyooUUuRhHOomMEWWOOoRrRkKK!!” “You think I want you doing my homework? I mean come on, I wanna pass” JD rejected as he started focusing on the middle two toes on each foot with just a couple fingers. “AAohAohAoOoHNnOOnNOOOH!! GGEETTOUuUTTOOFFTtThHEERREE!!” Chris shouted as his other toes tried to block JD’s fingers but of course failed miserably. JD could feel Chris fighting to get out less and less as the steady laughter took its toll on him but the quarterback wasn’t about to let up just because Chris’ body couldn’t fight him as hard, if anything that was the time to be even meaner. 

JD forced the toes back even further and started wiggling along all 10 with newfound concentration and Chris’ laughter shot up higher like he wasn’t expecting the focused attack. “AhAHANNooNO!! aOhAOhaFFuUCCkKAohAAOHAA WWhAATTDDoOYyoOUOUWWAAHANNTT?!” Chris asked with strain to his voice like he had to push the words out. “I don’t know, what do you got?” JD answered, wanting to make Chris think of things to save him. “AAhoAIILLlPpPAAyYYoOUUU!!” “Nah, I’m good” “AhOAHAOhAAAFFuUUCCkaohAOhaA IILlLDdoOyYoOUuURR LLAAuUnnNnDDRRyY!!” “Keep going” “AAhAOhaIILLLGGiIVEeyYOoOOuU MMYyNNFFlLLL TTiIiCCeEKKeETSS!!” Chris offered with obvious reluctance this time. “Really?” “YyEEASSS!! jJUuUSSTfFFuUCCkIIInnGSSTHOhoPP!!” Chris agreed but JD kept going, dominating the tender toes as ruthlessly as he could. 

JD could tell Chris was desperate to make him stop by now. The body of sculpted muscle Chris loved showing off and he thought was unstoppable had completely failed him and the threats that would’ve made a sophomore piss himself hadn’t gotten JD do budge a inch, leaving him to try and offer up anything and everything he thought might convince his buddy to give up his ticklish retribution. Chris had never been so defenseless or powerless in his life; he was used to control and had never even gotten a taste of what it was like to be submissive to anyone. Facing how embarrassingly ticklish his feet were once again was bad enough but at the hands of someone he’d mentored and taken under his wing made it even worse. Aside from his time in Hecker’s stocks, Chris hadn’t been really tickled since he was a kid but even at 18 and with an ego the size of Texas, all it took was a few fingers to drive him absolutely crazy. 

“Holy shit…enough…this is bullshit!” Chris tried to convince but JD was already making his next move. “No, I think we should brush up on some plays like we did last night” JD answered and Chris’ eyes grew wide again at the announcement. “NO! I know my fucking plays alright?! Don’t do that!” “Come on, I’m just trying to make sure you don’t mess up next Friday night” JD continued and Chris started fighting to get loose again, fearful of how brutal his karma would be for putting JD through the test the night before.

“This week The Richland Lions face off against the Union Cardinals for what is sure to be a close game!” JD added in his best announcer voice. “Fuck you! Get the fuck off me, man!!” “Here we go - the first kickoff!” JD announced as he ran a single finger down the left sole and used his other hand to scurry down the opposite foot to replicate the other team running down the field. “AAooHAohAOHOAHAnNoOnnOAoHAoH!!” Chris fell apart as The Cardinals continued down the field until finally stopping just before reaching the right heel. “First down!” JD called out and Chris melted back onto the guest bed to catch his breath. 

“Alright, so the offense lines up like this…” JD started like he’d heard so many times earlier as he drew X’s all the way down the middle of the right sole. “oOAHoAhoHAAOhAohA” Chris laughed the whole time, better than JD was expecting but the defense lineup didn’t give him much of a chance to stop as O after O was drawn across the long foot. “Now if the Cardinals run the ball this way…” JD began with his index finger dragging toward the heel. “What should the defense do?” “...JD, come on!” “I need an answer; The Cardinals are gonna score!” “Alright! Uhh…it’s a fake out; the quarterback has the ball. Go after him” “Ooh, sorry, it wasn’t a fake out and The Cardinals are able to score” JD announced before Chris’ head sank into the mattress with dread. “6 points for The Cardinals and the crowd goes wild!” JD added before lighting the right foot up with furious scribbles to illustrate the crowd. 

“AAhAOhAohoHaoHAAohSSTTAohaohAOPOpHaohAOhAOhAOAH!!” Chris bucked under JD and let out a booming laugh that didn’t seem to end, not until ‘the fans’ settled down and the next play began. “Well The Lions are off to a bad start tonight but they still have plenty of time to recover” JD commentated again to fuck with Chris more as the running back rolled his eyes and began to regret ever doing this to JD. “The next play the offense lines up this way” JD started again with a series of sharp line after sharp line to form the X’s of The Lions and get Chris biting into the fitted sheet to try and keep from laughing so hard. Another kickoff happened like before and The Cardinals kicker really sent ‘the ball’ flying, simulated by JD’s finger slowly running all the way toward the left toes. 

“Now if The Lions line up like this…” JD proposed with another pattern of X’s in a specific formation that Chris had no hope of following. “The defense joins them at the 10 yard line” JD continued with more O’s until Chris had no choice but to let go of the sheet and become a bumbling mess again. “Now what should The Lions do if they pass the ball but it’s intercepted?” JD asked. “What? I don’t…what do you m-” “Too late! The Cardinals score again!” JD interrupted. “What the fuck!? I was gonna anwswerAohaohAohAaohAoohAOhAHAohA!!” Chris was cut off by his own explosive laughter once The Cardinal’s player did his touch down dance along the base of Chris’ toes. 

“Just look at those Cardinals fans; they are out of control!” JD announced before the right foot was once again overwhelmed with a flurry of nails spidering in every direction, this time milking the celebration even longer than before. “AhOAoAuOAhaOhAOhAOHaoAHAaohAoAHOH!!” Chris couldn’t even really object or argue with JD by the second touchdown, too wrecked by the back to back tickling to waste his breath on trying to convince him to let up. The quarterback vividly remembered how unruly Chris’ ‘test’ had been and wanted to make sure his version was even worse if he was gonna really get back at him like he wanted. 

“Man, The Lions are usually a lot better than this…I think it’s their star linebacker, Chris Hilbert; he seems to be really struggling. He may end up being the reason they lose to The Cardinals tonight” JD taunted after the lengthy celebration, knowing Chris was fuming behind him with ticklish exhaustion. A few more plays ensued and JD made sure he zig-zagged and ran up and down both feet as much as he could that made sense within the ‘game’ until he decided to run one more play and test Chris’ knowledge. 

“Alright, The Lions’ defensive line returns to the field from the time out” JD explained as he started drawing more circles down the center of the left foot, by now knowing just how to finesse his nails each time to get embarrassing yelps from Chris before he could stop himself. “The Cardinals look like they’re preparing to score again…and it almost looks like they’re trying to intimidate The Lions by shuffling their feet around and stomping into the field in front of them” JD ‘announced’ while re-drawing the X’s over and over down the right foot to illustrate the bizarre tactic. “AAHoaHohANNOoNOAhAOHAFFuUCCkAAohaOHAaA!” A desperate Chris tried to combat but JD even held his right toes back a bit to keep his sole nice and taut until finally beginning the play. 

“There’s the hike…and The Cardinals look like they’re running the ball! Will The Lions defense be able to stop him??” JD narrated with put-on suspense as The Cardinals quarterback made his way down the perfectly trapped foot. JD’s index finger pretended to juke and dodge The Lions players with quick drags back and forth all the way down the left foot while Chris howled behind him like a wildman, laughing too hard to yell or threaten JD as he finished the play and The Cardinals quarterback scored. “AND THE CARDINALS WIN!” JD announced and a familiar panic flashed over Chris’ handsome face before both feet were annihilated with all ten fingers scribbling and scratching as enthusiastically as they could. “AhAOAOhAnNOnOHAohAAAhAhohAOhoAoHAAoAHOHaOAH!!”

JD stopped and Chris relaxed back onto the bed with sweet relief, sure that was the finale of JD’s revenge but when he didn’t feel the weight come off his ankles, he realized it wasn’t over. “Dude, come on! You fucking got me…just let me up” “Alright, I will…but you’ve gotta beg me first” JD answered with a vindictive grin, curious to see if Chris had been worn down enough to agree or if his ego would come into play. “Fuck that…I’m not begging you, Maberry” Chris refused as his cocky personality flared up; begging was the last thing a guy like him would do and both boys knew it. “Ok, we’ll see…maybe a couple atomic bombs can help change your mind” JD proposed as he grabbed two stiff feathers from his pocket, a couple tools he’d snagged when he grabbed the rope earlier.

“The hell are you talking about??” Chris asked, unaware that his history buff of a teammate was referring to the secret weapons now hovering above his helpless pair of 13s still very much at JD’s mercy. A single stroke down the left foot made Chris jump nearly half a foot in the air and JD followed with another one down the right, “AAhoHWAhTTiISSTThhAAhAhaTT?!” Chris tried to assess but didn’t get an answer as JD started swishing the blue feathers back and forth along both flawless soles.

“AOaoAHoahFFUuuCCkKOAhoAHONnONnOAohAOhAA!!” JD’s smile grew at the animated reaction and realized the feathers were indeed what he needed to really push Chris over the edge. “FFuUUcCkKIinNnGGSSTTHoHOoPP!!” “Beg me!” “AhoAhAOhAOhanNOonONOO!!” Chris refused and the feathers started moving faster, flicking across the captain’s incredibly ticklish feet with a focused effort. The king of Richland High had never laughed so hard in his life, in disbelief at how insane the feathers felt on his feet and how unbearable it was but a fresh wave of anxiety hit when he felt both feathers begin sneaking between his toes. 

“FFuUucCCKAAHoHANNOOnNOAOhAOH!! aohAOhaOAHAOAhAOOHMMyyYGGOoDDAohAOHA!!” Chris raged as he bucked and jerked around on the bed to escape the feather nightmare. JD slipped a feather between two toes of each foot and moved down the line until he was at the smallest one, only to start sweeping along the undersides before finding his way back between the buttery toes for another round. “AAAHoAhAO! AOhAOHAOOhoHSSHHiIIITT!! AohAOHANnONnnOOAHoaHOAH!!” “Come on, beg me to stop” “AhAOOKoOkKOAhoAHAOAA PPLlLEEAASSEE!! PPLLleAAsSEESSTTHOHOpPP!!” Chris forced out once the tickling had become too intense to stand. 

“Louder!” “AHAOHAoPPplLLEAASSSEEJJjDDD!! AohAOAHASSTToOPpPPP!!” “Stop what?” “SSTTHoHpPpTTIIiCCKLLLIIiNNGGmmEE!!” “Tickling where?” “SSTTOoOOPpPTTTIIiCCkKLlLLIinNGGmMYYYFFEeEETT!!” Chris obeyed against everything in him and waited in ticklish agony for the feathers to stop. JD backed off and Chris caught his breath again, totally defeated. “Now say you’re a pussy” “...whaAhoAhoAhAAOAHoahAOhAAOh!!” Chris didn’t even have time to object before the feathers were dominating his feet again, forcing him to bend to JD’s will and give in to the humiliating demand. “AHAAIimMmAAPPUuuSSSYY!! IiMMMAAPpuUuuSSYYY!! IIMmMAAFFuUCCkIinnGGPpPuuUSSYY!! JJJuuSSTTSSTTHOhOOOOPP!!!” Chris practically screamed with a final blow to his massive ego and JD finally left the big, horribly ticklish feet. 

“Alright, I think you had enough” JD decided before getting off the ankles and untying his drained friend, getting a tired middle finger from him once his hands were free. “I need a fucking nap” Chris added as he sprawled out on the guest bed. “I bet haha” “When did you become such a dick?” “I guess you’re rubbing off on me” JD teased. “Yeah maybe…” “Ya know, I was thinking; maybe we should turn this back on Coach Hecker. I mean he’s the one who started this whole thing” “That’s not a bad idea…we’ll have to figure out a plan though” “Right” “But after I take a nap, then we’ll work on destroying Hecker” Chris added with a laugh from JD, both of them sold on going after their new coach and showing him he wasn’t the only one capable of a brutal tickle session.