Balls bounced, shoes squeaked, and sweat dripped on the basketball court as the Warriors neared the end of practice. A shrill whistle soon signaled the men that they were done for the day, catching Stephen Curry mid three-point shot. “Yes!” he shouted while watching the ball swish through the hoop successfully, throwing his fists into the air in triumph. “Don’t go getting cocky on us now, Curry” his teammate commented with a whip of his rag. “That’s just good basketball, man” the charming NBA star replied as he walked with the rest of the guys toward the showers. “Hold up, Curry. I need to talk to you” the coach explained with a hand on his player’s damp chest. “…alright” the 34 year old answered with a puzzled look.

“What’s up?” “Before I tell you, this has to stay just between us” “Ok…” “I mean it; this isn’t public information” “I get it, coach, really” Steph assured as they sat on the first row of bleachers. “Now we both know you’re one of the best in the whole NBA right now; that’s a fact. But how would you like to be THE best without question?” “I don’t follow” “Something just came into my possession that I think will take your game to new heights and allow you to surpass any of your competition” “Seriously? Is this like, some kind of steroids?” he asked with concern in his voice. “Not exactly” “Coach, you know I can’t…if that’s what you’re talking about, I’m out, man” Steph quickly rejected at the fear of doing something to jeopardize his career.

“No, no, sit down!” the older man urged while reaching out with his hand on Curry’s arm. Steph slowly sat back down but with obvious apprehension now to hear whatever else his coach had to say. “There is a new performance enhancer called Rage that just came out. Hardly anyone knows about it and it’s completely legal. I want you to try it” “Are you serious?? That sounds kind of shady to me” “There have been tests run with a controlled group of athletes and they’ve shown incredible improvement with little to no side effects to speak of; gymnasts flying higher, swimmers shaving minutes off their times, guys hitting home run after home run. This stuff is gold, Stephen” he explained with a look like he’d discovered actual magic.

“What if it gets out that I’m on some type of drug? That could be a disaster” Curry questioned. “I’m not saying play on it right now; we still need to test it out on you to see how you perform.” The career athlete looked down and back up at his coach with doubt as curiosity began to sprout in his mind. “How does it work?” “From what I’ve heard it speeds up your neural firings to make you more alert and able to process information faster while also increasing your energy level tenfold for a period of time” “It sounds too good to be true” “I understand your hesitation but it can’t hurt to try it. We can go for a test run now if you want” “Is it like a pill or what?” Steph inquired, coming around to the idea of becoming such a superior version of himself. “Well, that’s the part you may not be as on board with. It’s a powder you mix with water like pre-workout but to activate it, the user’s body must be pushed to the limit” “What do you mean?” “Your nervous system will have to basically be on fire and your heart rate will need to be pretty high, higher than it is during a game” the coach elaborated to a confused Stephen.

“How are we going to do this then?” Steph wondered, trying to piece together the strange proposal. “Well…the video I saw that my friend sent showed the person taking it and then being umm…tickled, severely, until they reached the necessary levels” “What?? Coach, I don’t know about all this…I mean I’m good enough now. This sounds crazy” “I know you’re great, hell everyone knows you’re spectacular but wouldn’t you want to be legendary? Michael Jordan who? Lebron who? With Rage you could be the all-time greatest in NBA history…I know you want that.” His coach always did know how to give an inspiring speech and this was no different, stopping the incredible athlete in his tracks before he could walk away. “….fine. If you really believe this is worth a shot, I’ll go for it” Steph reluctantly agreed with trepidation on his famous face, not even a little sure about what he was agreeing to.

The beloved basketball player followed his coach to the room where they typically met with sport trainers to work out injuries and such before the older man put two scoops of the Rage powder in a protein shaker and mixed it together until the electric blue substance had become homogenous with the water. “Here, drink this and then lie down on the massage table” he instructed. “This better not give me a heart attack” Steph warned before downing the whole thing and got comfortable on the body-length table. “Alright, I found some jump ropes so I can tie you down with these” his coach announced. “What?! You’re not tying me up, man. Hell no!” Curry refused as he sat up, again ready to eject himself from the situation.

“Stephen, if we’re gonna do this we have to do it right. We both know how sensitive you are; I’ve seen you get a massage and I’m not getting a black eye from this” the coach argued. “This better be the shit…I mean THE SHIT” Steph pointed out with growing hesitation before laying back down. The motivated coach used the four ropes to strap down his star player with each ankle to the edges of the table and his wrists to the other legs of the table, over the top of the head rest so his elbows bent a little. “And maybe one more just to be safe” he added before using a final jump rope to strap Steph’s lean waist to the table.

“If anybody finds out about this I swear I’m trading myself to a different team” Steph halfway joked with increasing anxiety now that he was bound to the table. “It’ll be our secret” coach assured while surveying the talented body laid out in front of him. Steph was shirtless and only wearing a pair of black gym shorts with tall socks in his thick sneakers, now unusually vulnerable for the promised miracle enhancement. “Now, if I understand this right you should be able to tell when Rage has been activated” coach explained. “I’m gonna go ahead so get ready” the older man announced as he studied the tall body for a place to begin. “Just start off sloOOoahAHAHAAOWW!!” Steph tried to suggest but his coach was eager to see if this drug was worthy of the hype. Both of his meaty hands dove deep in Curry’s hairy pits before he could protest otherwise, the fingers stiff with pressure while wiggling in to hopefully get the best result.  

“AhaoaOHohAFFuUuCCKK! OhAOHNooO! NoOOAhAOHACCoOMmmEEOOONN CCoOoACChH! EENNoOuUUGgHH!” Curry tried to convince as his own laughter took over, the electric reaction putting a surprised grin on his coach’s face until he backed off. “Oh, shit…fuck this…I’m too ticklish” Steph confessed as his body relaxed. “That’s what we want. If you weren’t ticklish, Rage would be useless. I know it’s not fun but if you can run up and down the court 100 times, you can handle this” his coach assured before jumping back in without warning, locking onto one of Steph’s thighs and giving it a rapid-fire squeeze.

“AhAHAHSShhiIiTT!! AohAFFuUCCKAOHNNOO!” “That’s just one leg; we’re gonna have to hit both if we’re gonna do this right” coach pointed out before doubling his tickling output and chomping into the other thigh to immediately jolt Steph’s giggly laughter up another notch. “OohAOhAOhFFUUuCkKAohANOOO! AOhAOHAhEEAASsSYY! AOhAOHACChHIILLOoOoUuTTT!!” Curry attempted to persuade as his long arms yanked against the jump rope bondage and he tried to squirm away but the one around his waist was too secure, leaving him very little wiggle room as his determined coach squeezed up and down his thighs with powerhouse chomps.

“You feel it doing anything yet?” coach asked. “AOHAOHAAALLLiIiiTTLLlEE!! GGiIiVVEEmMmEEAABbRReEAAAkKK!” “No way; if you’re starting to feel something, we have to keep up the momentum” he explained as his hands left Steph’s thighs and sprang onto his abs before Curry could even appreciate that his legs weren’t being tickled, pumping out a fresh uproar without even a moment’s break. “AAhGGoHAoHACCOohohOACChHH!!” Curry shouted as if it would simmer things down but his roaring laughter only seemed to fuel the fingers hellbent on pushing his buttons as they dug into his tight stomach from his waist to just below his ribs. The massage table shook with Steph’s strong jerks and bucking but it never threatened to tip over or give Curry any room to help himself out and the knots in the jump ropes were just as unsympathetic, completely unwavering as the point guard fought to protect his incredibly ticklish, helpless body.

“What about an old-school technique?” his coach soon suggested before leaning down and blowing a fat raspberry right across Curry’s bellybutton, widening his green eyes with sudden intensity. “AHAHAHAAAHAHANNOOO!!” Steph howled louder like his coach had found a particularly good spot and went back in for more, making sure the second delivery was even worse and Curry nearly flew off the table. His limbs extended out as far as they could and his handsome face stretched with surreal laughter as if he couldn’t believe he was actually being tickled or that such a childish trick was so damn effective. The wet raspberries would’ve been enough to keep Steph in stitches but his coach’s hands never took a break during any blow to his belly, steadily kneading up and down the sides of his stomach and wiggling up his sides for a wicked combo tickling that had the backroom filled with Curry’s overwhelmed, charmingly desperate laughter. Raspberries even landed in his armpits every few blows, tickling like a bitch as the lips flapped around in both exposed hollows.  

When his coach finally stopped, the NBA golden boy looked like he’d been thrown around like a rag doll as he caught his breath. “How are you feeling now?” “Like this is bullshit…no more tickling…I can’t do it…Jesus Christ, man” “Hmm. I was told that you’d know when it was hitting you and if you’re not feeling the full effect of it by now, we must not be pushing you far enough” “What?! I don’t know what kind of bum-ass drug somebody gave you but maybe that shit just ain’t what you think it is” Steph suggested like he didn’t think he could be tickled any worse.

“You’re not gonna like this but I need to know where you’re the most ticklish, the absolute worst” coach explained. “No way, man, fuck that…you already got me good” Steph refused like he knew how insane it would be to tell him that kind of thing while he was in that position. “You’ve already gone this far; just tell me what spot gets you worse than the rest and we can just rip the band aid off. You’ll be practically flying across that court in no time” coach tried to persuade, getting a look of attitude from Steph as he thought about it. “…fine. It’s my hips” Curry admitted with a sigh of reluctance. “Great. Let’s get to it then” his coach answered and wasted no time going after the sweet spots to see what the performance enhancer could actually do.

Curry’s reaction was like a bomb going off or a firework suddenly shooting into the air as his coach chomped away into his hips like a machine, rocketing Stephen into wild laughter and even wilder flailing on the table to get away. “AAHAHAHAH!! FFUuUUCKK!! AOhNOoNOO!! AOhAOhOHAOhoOhMMyYYGGOOhOODD!!!” His slender frame made it incredibly easy to wrap both hands around him, giving coach’s fingers supreme control over the tender hips as he dug and squeezed to make the performance enhancer work like he’d been told it would. “OooOKKOOKAOhAOHAOHA!! SSSHhiIiItTFFuUUhUCCKK! SSTTohOHohOPP!!” Steph raged like he’d grabbed a live wire and his nipples stood at attention while he laughed harder than his throat had ever had to handle. His coach had even pushed his shorts down a little to really get at the entirety of his slim hips but Rage wasn’t making itself known. He wasn’t sure what exactly would happen when it’d been triggered but as he tickled the living hell out of Steph’s flanks and hips, the reaction he was looking for failed to spark.

“Shit! Why isn’t this working?” his coach exclaimed with frustration as he left his newest targets and Curry rested on the table like he’d been playing two back-to-back games without a break. “Are you sure your hips are the worst spot? It should be working by now if that’s true” “I told you…and I just laughed my ass off for it…maybe that stuff is old or something” Steph suggested as he enjoyed not being tickled silly for a moment. To say such a unique combination of adrenaline, laughter, being tied up, and having your fight and flight triggered at the same time was a foreign feeling to him as a superstar NBA player was an understatement. It still seemed too crazy to actually be happening but his coach wasn’t giving up.

“Maybe you think that is your worst spot, I don’t know, but I guess I’ll have to see for myself” his coach explained as he moved down to the foot of the table and started tugging off the left sneaker, not even bother to unlace it. “Shit – no! Hold up! Coach, come on! It’s just not working!” Curry tried to convince as he clung to his shoe with scrunched toes but couldn’t prevent it from slipping off, leaving a socked 13 ½ foot exposed. “You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you…about your worst spot?” his coach questioned as Steph’s foot tried to find some form of defense, squirming and trying to plant itself flat on the table but found no good option.

“No! I’m not! Just go somewhere else! Come on!” Curry protested but his coach just planted a hand on his ankle to steady his target and let a few fingers wiggle up the long foot, getting a violent jerk and grunting attempt to hold in a laugh. “Oh my God…fuck this” Stephen let out in the pause before looking back down just in time to see his coach make good on the finding. “NO! NOOAOAOHAoAHOAHAOAOOAOA!!” Curry lost his shit on the table and his head flew back with insane laughter as the brutal fingers scribbled up and down the court-dominating foot. “SSTToHOHOPP!! SSTTHOHOPP!! NNoOoTTThHEEFFEEETTT!!” “So, you were bullshitting me before?” coach answered with a smile like he was happy to have actually located the golden spot as he did his worst to make Rage come alive in Curry.

Steph’s foot kicked around and writhed as much as it could to lessen each scratch and stroke but his coach wasn’t having that, convincing him to wrap his arm around the ankle and turn up the heat even more by ripping the sock right off his foot, sounding another alarm bell for the basketball star. “NO! Coach, keep my fucking socks on, man! Seriously! Come oohOAHOAoOAOHOHA!!” Steph couldn’t finish his plea before the same eager fingers were all over his now bare foot, clawing across the silky-smooth sole like a man with his goal in sight. “AAhAOHAoHAAOHFFUUuUCCCKK!! AohAOAHANOO NOOAOHAOHA!! PPLLLEEAAAASSEEAHAHAHA!!”

Curry’s peach soles wrinkled and scrunched and flattened out like his foot didn’t know what to do under the cruel fingers, never having encountered such concentrated tickling in his adult life. He’d been trained on every aspect of basketball from blocking to shooting to team work but nothing had prepared him for someone so invested in tickling his big feet with such merciless enthusiasm. “OokoOOKK! AOhAOHAohAAIIiITTSSnNoOoOTTWWoOhOORRKKiiiNnNGG!!” Steph tried to point out in hopes of deterring his coach from continuing but that just motivated him to be even worse, suddenly stealing the other shoe and going at both feet at the same time, one bare and one still socked.

“OOOAHoHOHAOAHSShhIiIIITTAOHAOHA!!” The double attack lit Curry up just like his coach had imagined it would, forcing his laughter even heavier and more delirious as he fought like a madman to get off the massage table. “It can’t be much longer now…it can’t be” coach assured himself before yanking off the second sock to make it even worse before focusing his attention on the long, creamy arches of both jock feet. “AAAAGGHAOHAOAHFFUUUUCCKK!! MmMEERrRCCCyYAHOAHAOH!!” was all Curry could think to try and reason with as his feet bounced around the best they could but his coach was unavoidable, especially after finding the arches to be the sweetest of the sweet spots of his magnificent feet.

As if Stephen wasn’t going apeshit on the table already, his coach decided to milk the arch discovery and gave Curry the shock of a lifetime by suddenly wrapping his mouth around the left arch and slurping and nibbling on it like a hungry animal. “AAAAHAHAHA!!! WWhhAAATThHEEFFuUUCCKKAOhAOHAOHAAOH!!” Steph absolutely exploded, making the bomb of a reaction he’d had from his hips being tickled look like a little firecracker. Coach used his tongue to flick and wiggle all over the satin arch while his teeth nibbled just enough to graze his sole, all while his hand that wasn’t hold the foot steady was reaching over and scratching away along the undersides of the opposite toes, their long, lush nature perfect for dragged-out raking.

The older man had stopped watching for Rage to do its thing at this point, instead tickling Stephen as much as he could with his blinders on until something happened and like a battery coming to full power, the mystery enhancer suddenly came online. Curry’s tireless yanking on the jump ropes suddenly ended as he yanked his arms free of them, snapping the ropes and quickly did the same to his ankles and waist. His coach looked up to see a look in Stephen’s eyes he hadn’t seen before and Curry hopped off the table like a Ferrari barreling down a road before grabbing a basketball on his way out.

His coach watched in awe as the 6’3 star moved across the floor like he was the flash, running faster than he’d ever seen him or any other player move. He dunked the ball he’d snagged on the way out with effortless ease and proceeded to go to the basket of other balls nearly halfway down the court. His coach whipped out his phone just in time to film Curry shoot and sink every single ball in less than a minute. “It worked!” Steph exclaimed as he ran back toward the man who’d just put him through the worst tickling of his life. “It’s amazing!” “I bet people would pay anything to get some of this; I feel like Superman!” the barefoot jock said in jubilation. “No, no…this has to be kept on the down low, at least for now. You’re hardcore proof of what Rage can do; those test subjects weren’t anyone special compared to you. You’re already so well known; we could potentially even become an investor and they could sponsor you!” he explained with a wild look in his eye. “Plus...we do have the finals coming up. Boy, are they gonna get a load of you.”