The Macher house really was in the middle of nowhere. The porch lights were the only sign of life for a few miles, just outside of Woodsboro. It was the perfect place to plot and plan without fear of being found out, the perfect place for two twisted 18 year olds to host their own scary movie, two 18 year olds like Stu Macher and Billy Loomis.

“So, I’m going to show up toward the end of the party and you’ll figure out a way to get everybody else to leave, right?” Billy questioned. “Yeah, that works…but what if I can’t get everybody to leave? I mean I do throw some pretty sick parties” Stu pointed out with a flash of his goofy smile. “Stu, focus! If we’re gonna do this thing we’re gonna have to not fuck it up!” Billy reminded with a light shove into the wall. “Geeze, Billy, relax…I bruise easy, man” Stu laughingly complained. “I’m just getting a little anxious…I don’t want shit to go sideways or something go wrong with Sydney” Billy explained, running his hand through his greasy brown hair.

“Come on, we’ve got it all planned out. It’ll be fine” Stu assured with a carefree attitude, contrasting Billy’s. “Alright, say it does go like we planned. That means we end up getting questioned by the cops and have to tell our side of the story, the side we want out there” Billy pointed out as if his concern was shifting. “Yeah and we’ll tell them what we talked about and we end up the heroes” Stu answered with confidence as his gangly frame leaned against the couch. “They’re not just gonna question us a couple times, man. They are gonna want to make sure we don’t slip up and make a mistake or contradict each other; we have to be perfect with that shit or we’re fucked” Billy laid out with his usual seriousness, getting another small grin from Stu, incapable of matching Billy’s brand of intensity.

“Ya know, you’re cute when you’re nervous” Stu answered. “This isn’t the time to start all that, alright? I’m trying to make sure we don’t end up in jail!” Billy barked back, swatting away Stu’s hand starting to play with the hair dangling in his face. “Jesus, Billy, it’s gonna be fine. We know the story we’re gonna tell the cops; we’re solid” Stu insisted. “It’s not me I’m worried about; it’s you” “Me? What? Why??” Stu laughed with mild offense. “Let’s face it, Stu, you’re not exactly Jason Voorhees; you’re a talker…and once those cops start putting pressure on you, it’s gonna be really hard not to give in and tell them the truth” Billy pointed out until they were only inches away from each other with Loomis staring down his partner.

“…if you’re trying to turn me on, it’s working” Stu added as he felt a shift in his pant leg but Billy wasn’t amused. “I need to know you’re not gonna crack” Billy added as he broke away and grabbed a chair from the kitchen. “What’s a chair got to do with anything?” “Do your parents still have that camping rope in the garage?” “…I think so but why?” “Grab it for me” “I don’t think I’ve seen kinky Billy before; this could be good” Stu teased as he left to retrieve the rope and upon returning was instructed to sit down in the wooden chair with his hands behind his back, of course earning only half-assed objections from Stu, never able to say no to him. Billy soon finished up and left Stu’s wrists bound behind him, even tied to the back of the chair for further sturdiness.

“Well now what? I can’t really do much with my hands tied up” Stu questioned, still not piecing together what Billy had in mind as he sat in a matching chair in front of him. “Think of this as a test…a way to make sure you don’t squeal once all this is over and some cop is breathing down your neck interrogating you” Billy explained. “Ok…ask away, copper!” Stu played along with another big smile. The Woodsboro High senior surprised Stu when he started undoing his belt and quickly followed up by unbuttoning his pants before yanking on them. “I didn’t know cops did this kind of thing, man” Stu grinned as he lifted his butt up to help Billy, allowing the green pants to come down past his knees and show off the six-inch tent pitched in Stu’s blue boxers.

“I swear, officer - I’m telling the truth!” Stu proclaimed with put-on dramatics like in all the movies they’d both seen, earning a crooked smirk from Billy. The eager co-conspirator waited with horny impatience for Billy to make his next move and he didn’t have to wait long, losing his underwear with another forceful yank and letting Stu’s massive dick flop out, smacking his stomach in the process and leaving a small pre-cum stain on his shirt. “Jesus you’re easy” Billy laughed. “Thanks, buddy” Stu answered with a playful inflection of his voice, the kind that always charmed Billy in a way he hated to admit.

Billy cured Stu’s mounting suspense with a firm hand around his cock, making Stu inhale with sharp excitement as Billy started sliding up and down the lengthy shaft. “Oh…fuck, yeah…that feels amazing” Stu admitted as his eyes closed and his head fell back a little, overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure. “So, the party was at your house, Mr. Macher?” Billy questioned. “Yes…my house” “When did Mr. Loomis arrive?” “After everyone left…yeah” Stu answered with a haze of ecstasy as Billy’s hand drifted toward the head and stayed there, swiveling around the very tip wrapped up in his hand. “OooOhOohohshit, man!” Stu let out with disbelief, even looking down to see he wasn’t imagining things. Billy was never this generous.

“I think you did it…I think you’re the killer!” Billy accused with a sudden charge to his voice. “No! I’m not! I swear!” Stu struggled to assure the best he could, losing control over his mouth and ability to talk with Billy’s hand dipping back down the rest of his dick with more aggressive jerks. “Bullshit! It was your house – you’re behind all this!” Billy insisted to press Stu while pre-cum drizzled all over his hand. “It’s not meeeAhA!” Stu argued with a slur of his words as Billy forced him full steam ahead toward a total blowout, his heart racing and his nipples rock solid through the shirt as he stiffened up in Billy’s hand more, preparing for a release until it all suddenly stopped.

“What the hell, man?! I was right there!” Stu argued with confused frustration on his face. “If you want to get off, you’re gonna have to tell me the truth, Stu” Billy explained as he wiped his hand off on his jeans. “The hell are you talking about? I’m telling you the truth – just help me out here! It’s messed up to stop short like that!” Stu tried to convince as his happy-go-lucky personality was eclipsed by his need to finish what he’d started. “Tell me what really happened!” Billy shouted like he thought a policeman would as he grabbed Stu’s balls. “AgH! Billy, what the fuck, man?! I told you the truth! Seriously!” “You’re a bad liar, kid” Billy rejected before letting go and using his knees to pry Stu’s legs open wider while the helpless high-schooler prayed for a helping hand.

With Stu good and revved up, Billy started slowly stroking up and down his now throbbing cock at a steady pace, strong enough to put him back on track toward a climax but a sudden sensation just below his balls made him jump in the chair with a surprised shriek. “AAhA! WhaAahT AaRreeYYOouUHAhDDoOiIInGG?!” Stu laughed as he bounced around in place trying to get away from the two fingers teasing his taint. “You’re gonna talk…it’s only a matter of time” Billy assured with a confident grin while Stu tried to close his legs only to realize why Billy had propped them open. “AhAghCcoOmMEEoOOOnAhAH! NnOOOTCCooOOLL!” Stu whined as the ticklish attention brought a new level of torture to the mock interrogation and Billy continued coaxing out new loads of pre-cum, each fresh leak a sign of how close Stu was.

“OoOOOOHhSssShHIiITAAooOhOHA!” Stu moaned through the forced laughter and tried to clamp his knees closer together to protect his taint but Billy kept them fully open, allowing the simple two wiggling fingers to dance along the delicate spot with cruel ease. The half-naked class clown thrashed around in the chair with no control over himself, aching for a climax a little more with every slide of Billy’s hand and pissed off a little more every second that passed of his taint being tickled, the devious juxtaposition getting the better of him just like Billy had figured.

Stu’s fists glowed a bright pink behind the chair with anticipation and he tried to focus on getting off but the fingertips between his ass and balls refused to let him concentrate on shooting his wad, perfectly keeping him on the very edge of satisfaction. “hOAOhASSTtooHOHOhOPp!! BBiilLYyAhAHSSEerRrIIooOOuuSlLlY!!” “Tell me the truth about Woodsboro!” Billy fired back. “AAhiiIiAalLRREAAADdyyDDiiDD!” Stu tried to remind with a few higher-pitched giggles accentuating his ticklish, unbelievably horny desperation. Moments later Billy’s skilled hand left Stu’s manhood and his devilish fingers vacated the wonderfully sensitive taint, removing all hope for any payoff. “Alright, man, I get it…I won’t screw up with the cops! Just let me cum! Come on, Billy, this is crazy!” Stu tried to convince as his cock stood at full attention between them, red from prolonged stimulation and stiff as a metal rod.

“I need to know you’re not gonna puss-out on me after all this is over. If it was just Tatum’s dopey brother questioning you we’d be golden but the rest of the police aren’t as easy to fool” Billy explained. “Yeah, Billy, I get it. I won’t puss-out on you – I swear! Just get me off already!” Stu pleaded like he couldn’t stand being edged like that. “What happens when the sheriff offers you a deal to turn on me to help yourself out? Huh? How are you gonna handle that if you can’t handle getting your dick played with for 10 minutes without blowing your load? You’ve gotta be tougher than that” Billy explained as he leaned down and wrapped Stu’s legs up in his arm before prying off his sneakers and stealing his white Hanes socks.

“What are you doing now??” “Making sure you don’t start getting loose lips when shit gets real after all this” Billy answered as his grip tightened on the ankles and his free hand put more heat on Stu to talk. “HAAhAH! SShHIT! aohAOhANNOONnOO!! aOhAOhAOBBIIILLYY!! AohAOhaOASSTSTTOhOHOOPPP!! CCcOOomMMEeEEoOOOahAHAOONN!!” Stu went from zero to 100 in the chair and his mouth opened wide with explosively wild laughter.

Billy’s short, somewhat jagged nails clawed all over the giant feet with no rhyme or reason to his attack, scribbling up and down the smooth 14s as they kicked around in his arm and Stu went bananas behind him. “Just tell me what really happened!” Billy insisted in his police role again. “IiiTToOOLlDDDyYOOUUOahoAOhAOhA!! JJJuUuSSTTSsSTToOhoOHoPPP!!” “You can’t lie to me, kid – just come out with it!” Billy doubled down to further test Stu’s loyalty, to pressure him like the cops would.

“AAhAhFFuUUCCKKMMAaANN!! SSTtoHoHoHOPPTTiIICckKLliiINnGGMMEEEAahAHA!! IIiCcCAAAnNnTTTaAkKEEiiIiTT!!” Stu admitted as his electric laughter proved his point and he bucked and bounced around in the chair like a lunatic, no match for such concentrated tickling. His feet were lean and oversized like he was, with peachy pink soles and long pale arches to die for. The balls were wider than the rest of his feet and had a slight curve to them that aligned with the length of his toes, each of them just as supple and soft as the rest of Stu’s stellar soles.

“If you want hardball, I can play hardball! You’re gonna talk!” Billy warned before his head bobbed down and wrapped his mouth around most of the smaller toes of the left foot, sparking a moment of panic in Stu once he felt the lips on him. “NO! Billy – don’t! Not thaAahAhAhaahaaTTT!!” Stu failed to convince before Billy was slurping and nibbling up his plump toes with sadistic enthusiasm, a trick Billy had learned months earlier that he knew drove Stu insane. “NNOOAoAOhA!! NNOOAOhAOHA!!! SSTTtohohOHOHOHOOPP!!” Stu practically screamed with sharp, over-the-top laughter as he fought to escape the rope keeping him so helpless but could never get loose.

Billy devoured the savory toes with a merciless appetite, snaking his tongue between them and using just enough of his teeth to tickle like crazy, an unreasonably effective technique that’d nearly earned him a kick in the face the first time Billy used it on him. But, as Stu lost his mind in the kitchen chair, his cock never lost its power, almost painfully vertical and dying for some relief. “You better tell me what I want to know before I get to this other row!” Billy threatened. “IIIdDoOONNTTkKnNoOoOWWaAAnNYyTThHiINNGG EEELLSSEeEAHAHA!!” Stu confessed in hopes of appeasing Billy. “Here I was thinking you couldn’t stand having your toes sucked…” Billy taunted with a vicious grin Stu couldn’t see before diving back in and stuffing his mouth with the right toes for another aggressive snacking, all while clawing down the opposite sole, taking full advantage of Stu not being able to stop him from tickling the shit out of him.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAFFFUUUuUCCCKKK!! AhAOHAOhOHABBBIIILLLYYAhAOhAAsSSSSTTOOOHOHPPP!! IIMmMTTOOOoTTiIICCkKLLIIISSSHh!!” Stu admitted as if it would inspire some sympathy from Billy but he should’ve known better than that. His ruthless tongue wiggled between and all over the tasty toes while he nibbled on the very ends until Stu had tears in his eyes from laughing so much but Billy soon found the very middle of Stu’s arch to be a real killer, of course convincing him to focus all his scratching on the discovered sweet spot. “AAAAHAHAHAH!!! PPLlLEEEAASSEEE!! AohAOhAIIMMmCCRRyYyIInNnGGhHHEERREeMMMAAANNN!!” Stu shouted through his outrageous laughter as he shook the chair in every direction across the floor, almost having forgotten how intense Billy could get.

The nails tormenting his foot were a fresh hell each time they raked down his smooth arch but the way Billy’s mouth dominated Stu’s delicious toes was its own nightmare, one Stu had only endured for around 10 seconds at a time before now. Billy was ravenous. “BBIIiILLLY!! AohAOhAOHAOHAAPPPLlLEEEAASSEE!! AohAOhAOhOHAA!!!” Stu begged as his cartoonish personality was forced to be serious enough to convince Billy to stop tickling him but it wasn’t working; he just kept scratching and slurping and nibbling and licking. He knew Billy wanted to see if he would crack or not, if he could hold out when things got tough after their Ghostface plan but it was just too much. Stu was just too ticklish. “OOkOoK!! IITTWWaAASSMMeEEAANNNDD BBIIILLYY!! WWEEEDDiIiDDIIITT!! JJJUuUSSTtSSTTOhOHPP!!” Stu blurted out at the risk of disappointing Billy, the one approval he always looked for whether he realized it or not.

“What? Are you serious?? You’re not supposed to talk, Stu!” Billy reprimanded as he turned around to face him once he stopped tickling. “I know, man but Jesus Christ…that was torture…I thought the edging was bad but I’m too fucking ticklish for all that” Stu admitted with relief all over his face. “…well we better hope the police don’t find that out” Billy answered as he grabbed Stu’s legs and spread them apart again before sitting back down and taking hold of his dick like a stick shift, making Stu shudder in place and his mouth fall open with a heavy moan. Before Stu could say anything else, Billy’s other hand clamped over his mouth with a tight grip just as he started jerking him again. “MMhmmm” Stu let out with muffled pleasure as his eyes rolled back a little and Billy slipped up and down his shaft with newfound aggression.

“MmoHMmHGgDDhmMM!” Stu encouraged as his naked toes curled on the floor and he inched closer to blowing, surprised by Billy’s enthusiasm this time but even more surprised when he heard a button pop off his shirt, making him look down but Billy forced his head back with his hand. Billy ripped a second and third button off his shirt so it would fall open and then let his tongue play with Stu’s rock-hard nipples, “MmphAAHMpHmHM!” Stu giggled in a new uproar behind Billy’s firm hand, brilliantly manipulated by the nipple play in more ways than one.

“MMPhmMpHMMMMMhGGnNNCCmMM!” “Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” Billy challenged between wiggles across his right nipple, slurping and lickling and milking him until Stu was dizzy and aching to drain his balls, ridiculously erect and insanely hot for Billy in that moment. “Come on, fuck my hand…show me how much you want it” Billy instructed as he stopped stroking and Stu immediately obeyed, thrusting through the motionless grip of Billy’s hand with a mindlessly horny need to get off. Stu slid back and forth with loud moans and exhales of urgency, doing his best to fuck Billy’s hand while the wily tongue had its way with his nipples but Billy wasn’t content with just that.

His other hand left Stu’s mouth long enough to reach down and pry off his own boot and snatch his dirty sock off, with Stu too focused on getting himself off to care what was happening until the crew sock was being smushed all over his face. “OOohmMyGoOdd….” Stu moaned with a look of pleasured disbelief as the cheesy goodness of Billy’s feet commanded another of his senses, the rotten cherry on top smothering his nose and mouth as he sprinted toward a climax. “Yeah? You like that…my dirty sock in your face?” Billy taunted with arrogant superiority in his control. “YyhEAAh!” Stu agreed without thinking, too close to form more than a single syllable word. “And if you tell the cops anything other than what we talked about, you’re never gonna get any of this ever again…you know that” “YyEEAAH! iIiDdoOO!” Stu agreed, struggling to speak as his nipples tingled with over-stimulation, Billy’s rank sock continued to prove its dominance, and his dick begged to cum over and over.

“aHOAAOhAAH!!” Stu moaned only moments later and finally exploded in Billy’s hand, shooting enough for three men in every direction. “Damn, I didn’t know if you’d actually be able to do it” Billy laughed as Stu quivered in the chair, exhausted and still dripping aftershocks of cum down his relieved cock. “Fuck…that was amazing” Stu admitted. “You looked like when the ghost finally leaves people in the possession movies” Billy added before looking around and realizing his shirt was covered in white drops, like he’d been caught in the rain. “Good going, Stu…you got jizz all over my shirt” Billy pointed out. “Sorry, man…it’s not like I could control it” Stu laughed. “You think this is funny? Alright” Billy challenged before grabbing Stu’s dick again and using his other hand to rub his palm all over the tip.

“What are you dooIiNnGFAohAohAOhAAHA!! NNOOAO! AhAOhAAHAOHABBiIILLY!!!” Stu shrieked with wild eyes as Billy exploited the extreme post-orgasm sensitivity, a weakness most men experienced only for a brief while after shooting their load. “HaHA! AAH! AHAANO! NoOAOH!” Stu shouted with giggly outbursts of confused panic, thrown by the severity of what Billy was doing but Billy’s left hand clamped over his mouth again while his other hand continued polishing his mushroom head like a real monster. “MMHmAAHAMMH!!!” Stu squealed as he once again started floundering around in the chair at Billy’s mercy. “Tickles, doesn’t it?” Billy teased as he dominated the excruciatingly sensitive tip and watched his secret lover go berserk in front of him. “MmPhMMPhBBLLYYY!!” “You’re cute when you struggle” Billy added with a playful bite of his nipple followed by a lick along his neck to toy with him some more but the sound of another voice suddenly derailed Billy’s fun.

“Is that…Randy? The hell is he doing here?” Billy asked as he finally stopped fucking with Stu. “…shit, he’s supposed to be dropping off a couple movies for me from the video store” “Are you serious right now? What if he’s been out there listening this whole time??” Billy challenged as Randy continued trying to see if Stu was home. “Hey, Stu! It’s Randy…I think your doorbell is broken.” “He’s harmless. We’ll just tell him we were hanging out or something” Stu suggested as the teenage sadist untied him. “I’ve got a better idea.”

“MmMpHMmaAmHHmmPHM!!” “I always forget how scary Jack Nicholson is in this movie” Stu pointed out from the couch next to Billy. “Yeah, why do you think his wife is losing her shit?” Billy added while Randy’s gagged protests from the floor added background noise to the dark living room as The Shining played. Sitting on his stomach and with his hands tied behind his back, the video store clerk squirmed and jerked around in place while Billy and Stu teased his bare feet trapped in their laps. A few layers of duct tape stifled the mouthy 18 year old and kept the pair of tangy socks in his mouth, one of Billy’s and one of Stu’s, both with their own unique flavor that Randy had no choice but to taste. Billy casually dragged his nails down the middle of Randy’s left foot as he watched the movie, clawing along the creamy pink sole without even looking while Stu had fun the right foot, playing a silent game of ‘This Little Piggy’ with each of Randy’s juicy, pale toes that climaxed every eight seconds or so with a flurry of scribbles all over the rest of his helpless foot.

“MmpHMmphMNHMM!!” “What’s wrong, Randy? I thought you loved scary movies – this one’s an all-timer” Billy taunted. “Yeah, thanks for bringing it by. You’re a real pal” Stu added as he dug his bare toes into Randy’s side to make him laugh even more. “Yeah, just super” Billy teased with a jab of his own handsome, wiggly toes into Randy’s other side, forcing him to buck and roar behind the tape gag even more on the floor in front of them. Randy’s red cheeks pressed against the silver tape and the look of surreal ticklish misery never left his eyes as his friends entertained themselves at his expense.

“Might as well get comfortable down there, Randy…we’ve still got Evil Dead and Halloween 2 to go” Billy pointed out, getting a louder outburst from their guest. “MMphMMH!!” “Come on, Randy; how often do we get to have a guys’ night?” Stu chimed in as his playful fingers started dancing along the sides of Randy’s meaty foot as it flailed in place. “Stu here might even suck on your toes a little later, ya never know” Billy added, getting a nervous look on Randy’s face and a muffled ‘what the fuck?’ from behind the sock gag. “We’ll see how I’m feeling by the time we get to Evil Dead” Stu added with a quick diddle across Randy’s bubblegum pink toes as Jack Nicholson hacked his way into the bathroom with the ax on screen and Billy and Stu watched like they had so many times before, only this time realizing how much more they loved movie night with a tickle toy like Randy to play with.