“Are you serious about those? My car’s gonna smell like fake onions the whole way” Alex asked with obvious attitude. “Funions are worth it; I’m not defending my favorite snack to you, dude” Ian answered with a cheeky smirk. “Maybe you should get something that would balance out the onion…here we go, some gum. Just for you” Carson interjected as he grabbed a pack from the shelf and added it to Ian’s small stash of snacks. “Haha minty onions, my favorite” Alex replied as he picked out two large cases of beer from the cooler. “Where’s Colin?” Carson asked. “He’s filling up the car; you didn’t see him out there standing guard like G.I. Joe? Haha” Ian joked as they all looked out the gas station window to see the muscly blonde stoically pumping gas as if he was protecting the Range Rover.  “Were we supposed to get him anything?” Carson asked. “He said something with protein so I just got beef jerky. He’s worried about losing his gains on Spring Break” Alex answered with a look that expressed how ridiculous their marine friend was. “Let’s check out; I’m trying to have my pick of tipsy sorority girls by 9” Alex suggested, counting on his lady’s man persona following him down south. 

Carson, Ian, and Alex put their stuff on the counter and watched as the attendant rang everything up and the price grew higher and higher. “That’ll be 53.87” Carson and Ian didn’t move, waiting on Alex to whip out his fat wallet. “What? Did you expect me to pay for everything??” “We just figured some of that trust fund would help fund our little road trip” Ian replied with a playful smile. “You guys are finance majors…do you not know how trust funds work?” the 22 yr. old asked. “Maybe that’s why we know when to spend and when to let your rich friends handle it; first round’s on me tonight” Carson added with a friendly pat on Alex's back as he and Ian left the macho quarterback to take care of the snack load. “All good?” Colin asked a couple minutes later as his best friend walked out the station with his buff arms bulging from the heavy bags. “Yeah, I’ll put the beer in the back and we can go” “The back’s full, man. Maybe Carson and Ian can fit it in the back seat with them” Colin suggested. “It’s going whether they have room or not” Alex replied, making Colin laugh as the backdoor opened and Alex shoved the cases in with his buddies.

“How did I get put in the back? My legs are way longer than Colin’s” Carson asked. “Long legs only help on the court, bro; they don’t get you a front seat” Alex explained with no sympathy for his basketball star friend. “Maybe we could pull over and you and Colin could fight for it…I think that’d be some quality entertainment” Ian added with a giggle. “He’s welcome to try” Colin replied with a not so casual flex of his bicep to show off his military strength & tough guy attitude. “Maybe we can switch later…it’s cool” Carson suddenly back tracked, humoring the rest of his frat brothers as they made their way down the highway. “The GPS is saying take this road right here; Harbison” Colin announced. “Alright” Alex adhered, following the curved road down into the interstate only to see traffic backed up. “You gotta be shitting me!” Alex said as he slammed his hand onto the steering wheel with frustration. “Flagger ahead – road construction underway” Carson read out loud as they all looked ahead. “It looks like we’re gonna be here for a while” Colin added, tearing off another piece of jerky. “Fuck that, we’re going another way. There’s gotta be another route; look on the GPS” Alex refused, doing a U-turn and leaving the string of cars. “There’s only one but it looks like some kind of back road” Colin replied. “We should just wait to get on the interstate; that’s the fastest way” Ian interjected, always willing to add what he thought was a dose of his superior intellect. “Yeah, maybe we should wait. I mean the beach and the clubs aren’t going anywhere” Carson tried to reason. “I’m not spending 2 hours in traffic in this Funion scented car! I want my toes in the sand and to be buying some hot girl a drink TODAY like the rest of Omega Phi. I can handle a fucking back road” Alex assured as his arrogant, entitled personality flared up at the inconvenience.

A little over 10 minutes passed before a sign with Miami on it pointed down an almost hidden dirt road and the black SUV took the turn. “How does it suddenly look like Leatherface lives around here?” Ian asked. “If he does, G.I. Joe and Captain America up there can handle him haha” Carson replied, feeding off his buddy’s smart-ass energy as usual. “It’s just a shortcut. Are you guys driving? I didn’t think so…” Colin reprimanded with fierce loyalty to Alex, only making the back seat frat boys laugh more. The expensive car drove along the rural road for nearly 20 more minutes with no interstate in sight, passing a house only every couple miles in the country area. “I wouldn’t guess a liquor store would be down here” Alex pointed out as he noticed an old white house with what must’ve been 50 jugs of brown liquid on the porch. 

“Looks more like moonshine to me, homemade ‘fuck you up’ moonshine haha” Ian replied. “Doesn’t look like anyone’s home…maybe we should get some for Miami?” Alex suggested with a mischievous grin of his perfect white teeth. “Just walk up and take it?” Colin questioned. “Nobody’s even around; consider it consolation for having to come through hick-county” the confident college boy answered as he drove closer to the abandoned house. “I’ll race you” Ian proposed as he and Alex got out the same side of the car. “Deal!” Alex agreed before shoving Ian to get a head start. “I’ve never had moonshine” Carson added as he and Colin followed behind. “There’s a reason it’s not exactly a frat party staple” the usually straight laced senior replied, indulging his naughty side and going along with the plan since it was their last Spring Break.

“Let’s each get a couple and head back to the car” Alex instructed upon grabbing two of the large jugs. “Shit, they’re heavier than they look haha” the broad athlete pointed out as Ian picked two up as well. “Grab two and meet us at the car” Alex added as he started back and Carson and Colin grabbed their share of the moonshine. The four seniors walked back toward the car but couldn’t move very fast because of their heavy loot, Alex leading the way with Carson at the end. “Hey! Them boys got our moonshine!” a voice suddenly called out from behind the house. “They’re trying to steal from us! Get em’!” another voice added, prompting the fraternity brothers to look back that way and see a handful of redneck boys running toward them. “Oh shit!” Ian shouted as he started trying to run, quickly realizing the booze was too heavy. “Run!!” Alex yelled at the front of the back, sure he could out-run the surprise hillbillies. “Fuck this” Carson said as he dropped the jugs but he was tackled to the ground only seconds later. “What the fuck?” Colin asked upon seeing that Carson had been taken down. He quickly dropped the jugs but wasn’t fast enough as two of the wily locals jumped on him and took him to the ground with impressive strength. “Alex!” the blonde shouted, making Ian and Alex turn around. Ian was tackled right after Colin and just as Alex was almost to the car, still holding the jugs, he too was taken to the ground by two of the country boys.

“What the fuck!? Let me go, asshole!!” Ian barked the tall lad who’d tackled him, now dragging him by his ankles through the small field toward the house. “No! Fucking stop!!” Carson objected as he tried to pull away but the guy holding his ankles continued dragging him. “Get the fuck off me!! I’m gonna have you in jail, inbred shit head!” Alex tried to threaten as the two men hauling him away only snickered at his arrogance. “This is bullshit! We didn’t even steal the moonshine!” Colin tried to point out to the pair of fellas pulling him toward the house. “Doesn’t matter…you tried to steal it, didn’t ya, city boy?” one of them replied. After a few squabbles on the grass and nearly 10 minutes all four of the students were tied up the same way; their wrists behind their backs and their ankles crossed and bound along the lower level of a fence in the backyard of the remote house. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?? You can’t just kidnap us! You’re fucking dead!” Alex assured as he fought the rope around his wrists and ankles. “You’re in the backwoods now…the real question is, who do you think you are?” one of the southern boys challenged. “I’m a U.S. marine and I will personally kick your ass from here to Miami if you don’t let us go!” Colin threatened with his most intimidating tone as he jerked on the ground. “Tough guy, huh? I guess we’re supposed to be scared” another added mockingly. The two groups of young men couldn’t have been more different, from the way they talked to the way they were dressed; Colin, Alex, Carson, and Ian all had on some neutral toned pair of shorts, fresh sneakers, loafers, or Vans with either a t-shirt or polo – all extremely clean cut. The six captors all had worn work boots, jeans, and a dirty white t-shirt or no shirt at all with most of them sporting a baseball cap sitting askew on their heads.

“Please, we’re sorry about the moonshine. Just let us go” Carson tried to negotiate. “Yeah, we’re even…we won’t cause any more trouble” Ian chimed in. “Don’t apologize! They’re the ones who tied us to this fucking fence! Now let us go!!” Alex asserted, maintaining his cocky, football star attitude. “Let us go or when I get out, you’re all fucked!” Colin added with a strong jaw of anger as his frustration intensified from being rendered so defenseless. “I figured for city boys ya’ll would have better manners. Unlike you, we were raised right; we’re polite. So polite, we’ll even introduce ourselves. My name is Craig, that’s Jerimiah, that’s Jason, and Mark, Ryan, and this is Robert” Craig enlightened with his own sense of courtesy. “We don’t give a shit who you are! Fucking untie us!!” Alex replied with another jolt on the grass. “I’m about tired of all this yelling and cursing. Maybe we should teach them a lesson…” Jason proposed as he moved around to the other side of the fence, tugging off one of Alex’s Nikes. “Hey! Don’t touch me!! Fucking stop!!” the future attorney objected as he tried to jerk his foot away but his sneaker and half of his white ankle sock was pulled off. Jason proceeded to run a few wiggling fingers across the bare heel and watched as Alex jumped at the stimulation. “SSTOoPP! FFuUCKKiINGGSSTToHHAAOPP!” the alpha male protested as the fingers quickly returned, scratching against his supple, pink heel to spark a rush of giggly laughter from the wealthy trespasser. “Looks like our guests are a little ticklish! I bet the rest of them are too” Jason announced with a widening smile at the discovery.

“NO! No! Don’t fucking touch me!!” Colin shouted as he fought against the fence and Ian and Carson tried to escape just as frantically. “Come on!! Don’t tickle us!!” Carson begged. “Please, guys!” Ian chimed in but the six young men couldn’t be deterred as they set their sights on the row of feet helplessly tied to the fence. “AoAOoahOAHAAOOASsSTTOOoOoAAHHPPP!! AHAHahahAFfFFFuUUuCCCkKkKYyyOOoUUuAHAHAAaAA” barreled out of Alex, making the others more anxious and fearful as they listened to the beloved frat jock unable to control his laughter. Ian felt his size 12 loafers be forcibly tugged off to reveal his slender bare feet and tried to brace himself but his cushy suburban lifestyle hadn’t prepared him or his feet for such vicious tickling.

 “OAoaAAahAHaHaohaAOAOhahAOSSSHHIiiIiTTAhahaHAHAHAHA AHhoOAHAohaohaoahaNnnoOoNnnOooOO!!” “You’re too easy” Jerimiah commented with sadistic pleasure as he started lightly raking up and down the buttery, sweaty flesh while both feet squirmed in place. Colin held onto his sneakers with curled toes as a line of defense but Craig and Ryan pulled on both of the shoes until they came flying off, exposing both of his black, ankle socked feet to the country air. Both guys started playfully running a couple fingers up and down the cotton covered soles but Colin tried to resist the sensations, clenching his jaw and crunching his feet to lessen the blow. “Stubborn as a mule; I can fix that” Craig pointed out as he swiftly peeled a sock off to expose a lush bare foot and let those same fingers flutter across his newly bared foot. Ryan repeated the idea and as the pair teased both naked soles and Colin struggled to hold out, they broke his front within a minute.

 “AAAhoAHAOHOAHOAHAOHmMmMOOOTTTHhHEEERRRAhAhaahffFFFuUuUCCkKKKeEEERRSSS!! AHAHAHHAHAHAssSSTTOOOoOOPPPPP!!” burst out of the marine. “There we go” Ryan added with a smile as they continued spidering across the size 12 ½ feet. “Whew! These dogs smell riper than my old boots!” Mark commented as the sour cheese flavor of Carson’s bare feet hit him, his tendency to wear his Vans without socks leaving them quite fragrant. “I wonder how ticklish they are…” Robert added as he started tracing up and down his high arch. Carson bit his lip and his toes clenched to hold his laughter in for about ten seconds until Mark joined in, scratching across the buttery balls of the other foot. “AAHHAHAOHAoahoahaohaHOAOOhhHmmMyYyyAAHahahagGGOoOoOODDDAhAHAHHAHAHAASSSHhHHiIIIITTT!” shot out of the athletic hunk as the fingers attacked both of his juicy 13s.

The preppy foursome was roaring with laughter as the enthusiastic southerners proved they were even more mischievous than their captives, taking full advantage and relishing in the golden weakness they’d found in the rich, buff, cocky young men. “Who needs socks?” Jason asked as he ripped the rest of Alex’s cotton protection off both size 14s. “Leave my socks on or I’m gonna kick your aShAOHAohOoHAOHOHAOahaoAoaHaaoAHAHAHAHFfFFUuUUCCKKK!!” “Oh, I’m sorry…I didn’t catch that last part” Jason taunted as the mouthy 22 yr. old’s threat was cut off by his own laughter, all ten fingers moving across his massive soles with sinister glee. Having grown up in the country, Jason had never felt feet so smooth or soft but he loved how incredibly sensitive their flawless appearance left them. Every simple stroke and flick of his fingers made Alex jerk and squeal as if he wasn’t an ultra-jock frat guy who thought he was superior to the gang of hillbillies. “AHAHahahhaFFFUuUUCCCKkKIIIInNngGGHAHHAAHAHsSSTTTOoOoPpPPDDDIiiiCCCkKK!!” “Ya’ll here this? This pretty boy called me a dick! Mighty big words for somebody laughing like a little girl!” Jason added as he channeled his annoyance into his technique, scribbling both sets of mildly sharp nails up and down the radiantly pink soles. “AAAHAAHAOAOAHAOhaoHANNNOOONNNOoOOAAHAHAHAHAHAAHFFFUUuUCCCkkKAHAHAHAAYYoOoUUU!!!” was all the king of campus could say as he realized how vulnerable he truly was, unable to fight off or defend himself against the rapid fingers ravaging his handsome feet. “C’mon stud, I thought you were gonna break out haha” Jason taunted as Alex thrashed on the grass and the country boy’s strong hands dominated both squirming soles.

“AhaooAHoaHOHAOAHOAHOAooAHOAHaonnNOoOomMMoOORREEAhahahaTTTIIicCKkllLiInNnGGGHaHAHAHAHAHA JJJUuUSSSTTLlLEetTTuUuSsGGGoOOO!!” Ian tried to plead through his own shrieks of laughter, desperately trying to pull his bare feet out of the rope bondage. “This is the most fun we’ve had in a long time…we’re not just gonna let you go!” Jeremiah answered with genuine excitement to have such a perfect plaything. The hardcore party animal had experienced his share of wild highs and sobering hangovers but this was a different rush of sensations that wrecked him harder than any pill or drink. He couldn’t stop flouncing on the ground and trying to avoid the fingers driving him crazy but Jeremiah almost enjoyed the fight in Ian, exploring between the big and second toe of both feet with his pointer fingers, sawing it back and forth in the delicately sensitive skin. 

“AAAOhOHAOhaohaoahaohAOahAOAOAOohAOAHAOOMMMmyyYYGGGOoOoDdDAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA HHhOooLLlYYyYAHAHAHAhsSSHHIiIiIITTT!! AHAHaHAHAHCCCOOmMmEEEOoONNNNN!!” “It’s a good thing this fence is so sturdy…you boys ain’t going nowhere” Jeremiah assured with a grin to make sure Ian heard him, soon sticking his middle fingers between the pinky and second to last toe so he was sawing between four toes at once to really fuck with Ian’s silky feet. The 21 yr. old couldn’t even jerk his feet at all in the wicked tactic, the four fingers cleaning out his bubbly toes and keeping the pair in place as they focused on an area of Ian’s feet he didn’t even know was ticklish. “Hey, Mark…go get the video camera; I wanna be able to watch this again” Jeremiah instructed, striking a new fear in all four of the college boys. “AhAHAHAHnNnoOOOO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHHAAYyYYoOOuUUAAHaHCCAaAANnNNTTAhAHAHFFFIIiLLlmMMmTTTHHHiIIiSSSS!!!” Ian objected the best he could. “We gotta have evidence of the fellas who tried to take our moonshine don’t we?” Jeremiah replied as he tortured the slender suburbanite and the camera was put on an old post to capture the scene.

“These are some pretty feet ya got here, blondie!” Craig teased as he admired Colin’s meaty soles after stripping the socks off. “It’s almost a shame to tickle em'!” Ryan added with his fingers wreaking havoc on the right foot, scratching along the length of his thick sole with a smile on his face while Craig held the toes back and concentrated on the undersides of the other one. “AHAHAHAHAHAHYYyYyoOooOuUUAUUuAHahaHaHAMmmMoOOOTTThHEHEERrrHAHAHAHfFFUUuUCCkKKEERrSss!! AHAHAHAHAHHAHAIIimMMMmGGGOOOONnnnAAHAHAHAHAHAHAkkKIIILLllAHAHAHAYyyOOooHAOAOAOHOAAHOAHAA” the muscle head tried to threaten, his harsh words falling flat thanks to the zealous laughter pouring out of him. “This is the strongest kind of rope in Florida, army man…you can fight it all you want, it’s not gonna break” Craig deviously informed as he scraped along the fleshy base of the baby pink toes, making their powerful captive howl louder than before. Colin’s arms flexed to test the strong rope and he raged against the fence but neither seemed like they would loosen or snap; he’d never felt so helpless and couldn’t stand that the two rednecks were having their way with his horribly tender feet. “I can’t even tell if you ever go barefoot…there’s not a single rough spot on yer foot!” Ryan pointed out, in awe of the beautiful sole as the comment only pissed Colin off more. “AhAOHAOAHAOAHAOAGGGEeETTTTHAHaHaHTtthhheeEEEEAHAHAHAHFFFFUUuUCCCkKkOoOoOFFFFF!!!” the powerhouse demanded without being able to keep a straight face. “You heard him, Ryan, get off his foot and see what else you can find” Craig instructed as Ryan happily let go of his gorgeous target and moved around to explore Colin’s upper body. “OAOaoaoAHAOHAODdDOOoNnNnTTAHaHAOA TTTOoOOOUuUCChHmMMEEE!!” “You mean to tell me, you got all these muscles and you’re still ticklish? Too bad, cowboy!” Ryan teased before plunging into Colin’s tight stomach with both hands, wiggling into the covered abs and forcing the marine’s laughter to a new peak of desperation, his torso shaking back and forth on the grass at the double stimulation.

“AAOhOAhaoaHoahaPPPlLlLLEeEEAAsSEeESSTOoPPPPP!! SSTTOooPPpPPIIIIITTT!! AHAHaHAHAIIIicCCCAANnnNTTTTAHAHAHTTTAAKkkEEEiIIIITTT!” Carson confessed in hopes his humility would persuade a release. “Should’ve thought about that before you tried to steal our moonshine!” Robert replied with zero sympathy for the wildly ticklish 22 yr. old. Both he and Mark devoured the entirety of the dazzling feet, Robert scribbling up and down the length of the rosy left sole while Mark clawed across his meaty balls of the right foot for a dual attack that had Carson begging for mercy. The high school basketball legend and prom king perhaps had the most objectively hot feet with high arches, buttery pink soles, and juicy toes that tempted you to tickle them every time they wiggled in the air; sadly for him, his were also some of the most sensitive. 

“AhAHAOAHoahaohaoaAhhaAHAHHHAHAAAHAHAHAYYYyoOOuUuUAHAHAHAHHhhAAAVVEeeTTTOoOoOAhAHAHAAHSSTTOoOAHhAAPPPP!! AHAHAHAHAHAHALlLlLEETTAhAHAHUUuSSsSGGGOOoOO!!!” the brunette pleaded. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson, city boy…the jail is ten miles away so you get a different kind of punishment today!” Mark replied with sinister satisfaction in making the frat boy bend to his vengeful will and making him lose his shit in their backyard. “Maybe I should try my famous surprise” Robert suggested as he tickled the amazing foot. “Haha good idea” Mark agreed, letting his other hand launch onto the other foot so he was zig-zagging all over both bound soles. “AHHAANNNoOOOnNNNOOOO!!!” Carson objected before Robert pulled up the University of Florida t-shirt and blew a powerful raspberry on the hunk’s bellybutton, making his hazel eyes bug out at the avalanche of sensations. “AAAAAHoHAOAHAOHAOAHAOHAFFFUUUUUUCCCKK!!” “I think he likes it!” Mark added with a smirk before his buddy delivered another wet raspberry on the solid stomach with his invasive tongue, the combo tickling totally devastating Carson past his limits.

Almost ten more minutes passed with the group of spring breakers begging, threatening, and laughing harder than they knew possible. The six country boys proved to be ruthless and skilled ticklers with a serious taste for the various types of laughter being forced out the frat boys but Craig soon had an idea to make things even more fun. “Hey, why don’t we play a game? Ya’ll remember the one we used to play when we were younger, the laugh game?” Craig proposed as he enticed his fellow tickle fiends. “Hell yeah!” Jeremiah agreed. “I’m in” Jason added as the rest of them smiled in agreement. “No games!! Fucking…stop this shit!!” Alex barked. “You might like this one, big guy. Ya’ll have to keep your mouths shut and the last one to laugh gets to go free” Craig explained, prompting all of the bound boys to think they could have a chance to escape the torture. “Just let us all go!” Colin interjected. “You don’t get to decide” Ryan answered with a quick dig into his side. “On the count of three everybody start tickling and that’s when the game starts” Craig announced as the other redneck ticklers readied their fingers while the four college boys braced themselves to hopefully win the impromptu game.

“1…2…3!” Craig signaled as he started raking up and down the length of both Colin’s rich soles, traveling from the heels to the undersides of his toes over and over while Ryan wiggled into the blonde’s thighs with both hands. Colin’s face became red as a cherry to contain his laughter, his eyes full of frustration as the fingers exploited his tough yet terribly ticklish military body. Jeremiah concentrated on scratching along the edges of Ian's right foot, highlighting the areas where his tan tops met the creamy soles and driving the bound senior mad in his silence. Jason had taken a leftover piece of rope and weaved it through a few of Alex’s powerful toes with great results, watching the arrogant lad nearly combust to control his laughter as the fibers of the rope tickled the delicate crevices between his toes. Robert used his tongue to swirl around in Carson’s bellybutton while Mark focused on the centers of both feet, concentrating his nails in a circular motion on the softest part of both soles. “C’mon! I know one of ya’ll wants to laugh! Don’t pass out from being a tough guy” Craig teased as he continued dragging his nails along the glossy flesh of Colin’s succulent feet. All of them looked like they’d break any moment but a solid 45 seconds passed until “AAohOAHOhAOHAOAOhAOHAHnNNNNOOO!!” fired out of Carson once Robert blew another explosive raspberry on his stomach, his tickling only continuing once the damn broke. “One down, two to go!” Jeremiah added while teasing the tender rims of Ian’s slim feet, suddenly amping up his attack on the polished pair until he cracked the party animal. “AAAHoOAHAOhAOHAOAHAOHAOHmMMOoOTTTHhHEERrAhaHHAFFFuUUCCKKKEErRR!!”

Colin and Alex knew they were the last two but neither wanted to lose. Alex knew Colin could potentially save them if he was released and Colin knew Alex could at least probably make it to the car and get help but they couldn’t exactly exchange thoughts during the incessant tickle game. “Who’s it gonna be?” Mark asked playfully as the two biggest guys fought to not give in. As if in sync, Craig, Ryan, and Jason all sped up their approach; Jason snaking the piece of rope between the toes with severe precision while Ryan squeezed Colin’s knees suddenly and Craig’s fingers moved like lightning across the plump feet until Alex and Colin burst with extreme laughter at the same time. “AAAOhAOhAOAHOHAOAHOAHOAHAAAASSTTOoOPPPPSSTTToOoOOPPP!!!!” “Looks like we have a tie, fellas haha. Guess that means nobody gets to go” Craig pointed out with villainous pleasure at the simultaneous release. “AHAHAHAHFFFFuUUuUCCCKkKAHAHAHAYYyYyOOoUUUUAHAHAHAHAHA DDDuUUMmMBBbAHAHAHFFFUUUuCCCkKKSSSS!!” Alex shouted with a renewed fury at the situation as Jason stopped weaving the rope and started teasing his other foot with both frayed ends like rough paintbrushes. “AHAHAHAHhHAHAHaLLlLeEEETTTAHaHAHHUuUUUSSahahahAGGGOoOOOO!!!” Ian begged with ticklish overload. “That’s up to me…I think I could tickle you for hours” Jeremiah replied as he started scratching on just the supple heels of both feet like he couldn’t get enough of the fleshy treats. “AAOAHoHOAHAOAHOAHOAhAOAANnNnoOoOmMMmOOorRREEEAAHAHAHHTTTIIiICCkkKKLllIIINNNGGG!!” Ian wailed while bucking on the green grass.

“AHhahahahAHHHAYYyYyOOoUuuRRREEEAhAHAHAHFFFuUUUUCCCkKIiIINnNnGGGAHAHAHAHHAADddEEEEEAADDAhAHAH YYyYyOOUUUAHAHAHAHHRRREEEdDDNNNEEccCKKkAHAHAHAA SSSHhHiIIIITTTSSS!!” Colin threatened with a resounding desire to destroy his merciless ticklers. “You’re right, I am a redneck. So when you get back to that fancy school you came from, you can tell everybody a real life redneck licked on your feet” Craig answered with his own form of a clap back as he started nibbling on the edge of Colin’s juicy left foot with his lips, tongue, and teeth. “AAAAAAAHHAHAAAHAHAHA!! AAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA!!! AHAHAHAHAWWWHHAHATTTTHHHEEEAHAHAHAFFFUuUUCCKk!??! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHANnNOONNOOOooOFFFUuUCCkKKIIInNNGGGAHAHHAWWAAAYYy!! AHAHAHGGEETTTOoOOFFFF!!” “Keep it up, Craig!” Ryan encouraged as he straddled the blonde and dug into his ribs, watching the gnawing/licking attack send Colin off the rails; the technique tickling him into oblivion but humiliating his macho ego just as much. “This might be the most ticklish bellybutton I’ve ever seen!” Robert commented with a grin as he wiggled into Carson's navel with his pointer finger and squeezed his flank to make the handsome student jerk back and forth.

“AhAHAHahahAHFFFUUUUCCkKkIinNNGGHHAHAAPpPPpLLlLEEAAASSEEEE!!!” Carson pleaded but sympathy wasn’t in the air at all. “Please what? Keep tickling you?” Mark teased before he followed Craig’s lead and began slurping/snacking on a row of Carson’s luscious toes. “AAAAAAOhOHOAHOAHOHAOHHAOHHHHOOOOLlLLlYYYAHAHAHAHASSSHhiIIIIITTT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAMMmMEERRRCCCYYY!! AHAHAHMMMMEERRRCCCYYY!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANNoOOOMMmOOOOORRREEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAPPPpPLLLEEEEAAAsSSEEEAHAHHASSSTTOoOPPPP!!” erupted from Carson harder than before as the restless tongue and lips saturated his tasty toes with an appetite for frat boy flesh, making the tall finance major freak the fuck out.

“AhHAHAHAHAHAHAHLlLEEETTTAHAHAHAUuUUSSSAHAHHAFFFUUUCCkKkIiiINNNGGAhAHAGGGOOoOO AHAHAHAHAHaHAHaAhHAHHAHAFffUUuUCCckkKIiInNNNGGGAHAHAHAHAHA AASSshoOLLLLEESSSS!!” Alex ordered as Jason used both hands to wreck the big feet that’d dominated so many football fields. “You boys really like calling people names…I wanna hear you call yourselves something. Say ‘I’m a little bitch!’” Jason instructed with his nails grazing down both size 14s. “AHAHAHFFFuUuUCCCkKkAHaHAHAHAYYyYOOOOUUU!!” Alex refused as the others took interest in the admission of inferiority to the southern boys. “Say it! Say ‘I’m a little bitch!” Robert ordered as Mark continued gnawing on Carson's lush foot. “AHAHHAHAHAAhHANNnnOOoOO!!” “Say it!” Mark spoke up as he sunk into the other foot and sloppily nibbled more aggressively on the fleshy side, making Carson buck harder under Robert. “AhAHAHOoKKKOOOKKK! AHHAHAAHiIIIMMmAAA AHAHAHALlLIIIITTTLlEEEAAHAHAHABBbIiIiITTCCcCHHH!!” “That’s what I thought!” Robert replied without stopping his fingers in the bellybutton or flank. “Say it!” Jeremiah demanded as he held back one set of Ian’s toes and raked along the tender undersides with calculated fury. “AhAHAHAHHAhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIIIImMmMAAAlLllLiIIITTtLLLEEeAhAHAHAHABBBiIiITTCCChhHAH AAHAHAHAJJJUUuUuSSSTTtSSSTTTOoOOpPP!!” Ian gave in fairly quickly, ready to say anything to escape.

“AHAhaHAHAHAHAHahahaHFFFFUUuUUCcCkKKkAHHAAHAHAyYYYYoOOOoUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HHhhEeELlLLNNNoOOOO!!” Colin resisted with all the will he could muster in the ticklish insanity, having endured hours of marine training but it never broke him like this did. “Ryan, get his other foot” Craig instructed before his partner started lickling along the vacant sole with his eager tongue to add another layer of tickle hell to the situation. “AAHAoAOHAOAHOAHaoaHAOOHAOAHAOHAOOOKKKK!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHIIImMMmAHAHAHAAAAHAHAH lLLLLiIIITTTLLLLEEeAHaHAHAHABBBiIiITTCcCCCHHHH!!! AHAHAHAHAHFFFUUUUUCCKKKK!!!!” Colin gave in after another few minutes of the oral attention. “I’m not stopping until you say it!” Jason assured the wildly stubborn and prideful Alex.

“AAHaHAHAOHAOHAOAHOAHAOHAOHAOHAOHHAOHAOHAOHAAHAHAHSSSUUUCCkKKkmMmYyYAHAHAHADDDIiIiCCCKkK!!!” Suddenly Robert appeared at Alex’s side to aid Jason, lifted up his polo shirt, and started blowing raspberry after raspberry on the tight bellybutton. “AAAOhOAHAOAHOAHAOAHOAHMMmMOOOTThHHEERRAhahAHFFFUuUCCCkKKEEERRR!!!” “Say it!” Jason reiterated as the fresh tickle sensation intensified the overall horror along with his vicious fingers scratching all over both mouthwatering feet. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAAOAOHOAHAOHAOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IIiMmmAAAalLlLiIITTTLlLEEEAhaHAHAHAHBbbIiIiTTTCCCHH!! AHAHAHOOKKKOOOKKKK!! AHAHAHAHFFFUuUCCKkiINNNGGhHAHAHSSTTTOoOOPPP!!” Alex finally spit out with surreal ticklish desperation.

*3 weeks later – University of Florida – Omega Phi house*

“Can a hangover last 3 weeks?” Carson asked Alex as they walked down the stairs of the frat house. “I don’t think so but that’s the thing about Spring Break; you drink the whole week and then try to not regret your choices haha” the university quarterback replied laughingly. “Hey, Quentin, any mail for me?” Alex asked as his frat brother walked past them with a handful of envelopes. “Umm, I don’t think so. But there was something addressed to Omega Phi; it’s from off campus” Quentin replied as he opened the envelope and a tape from an outdated video camera fell into his hand. “What’s that?” Carson asked. “I don’t know; it just says ‘from the best moonshine house in Florida’. Let’s play it and find out” “NO!”