Roy Andreson had for the most part moved on from his life after Pam. He’d even gotten engaged. But something about losing Pam still got under his skin, not even just losing her, but losing her to Jim Halpert of all people. He’d hated Jim that day he’d tried to attack him at the office but for a while afterwards it seemed like that hate had dissolved until it reared its head again. Despite having his own life and future wife, Roy was still raw about Jim stealing his girl and one day he got the nerve to finally get his revenge on the paper salesman. Roy wasn’t a big-picture guy but he was smart enough to formulate a plan he thought would work, leaving him sitting outside Pam and Jim’s house one evening when he knew Pam and their kids would be gone. 

Roy watched as inconspicuously as possible from his car as the woman in the skimpy outfit he’d hired walked to the front door and rang the bell, inviting Jim to open it, still wearing his work clothes. “Uh, can I help you?” Jim questioned with a confused laugh. “Are you Mr. Halpert?” the woman questioned. “Yes, I am but I think you might have the wrong house” Jim answered as he looked around out of fear that a neighbor would see the scantily clad woman on his doorstep. “I don’t think so. Your wife sent me, Pam. She said you’ve been an extra good boy and deserved a reward” the woman explained with a charming sensuality to her voice like she was trying to bewitch Jim. “Oh, that’s…that doesn’t really sound like Pam” “I’d hate to tell your wife you turned down her gift but I can if that’s what you want” she explained, forcing Jim to contemplate his decision. “Alright, yeah, fine” Jim accepted like he wasn’t sure what else to do and invited the woman in. 

Within 30 minutes Jim was stretched across his pool table, tied at the wrists and ankles to the four legs. “Listen, I’m not interested in any type of sexual favors. Really” Jim assured with a nervous laugh. “Don’t be silly. This is just a setup for you and your wife. She wants you to have a memorable night together, spice things up a little” the woman explained. “Wow, Pam must be feeling more adventurous lately. What do I do now? Just sit here?” Jim questioned from the compromising position. “Yep. Just sit there and relax. Your wife should be here any minute. You two have fun!” the woman added as she started out the front door. “This is…this is nuts” Jim admitted to himself with disbelief just before the door opened again and another person made themselves known. “Damn, Halpert. That was too easy!” Roy greeted with an unnerving laugh at his success. 

“What the hell?! What are you doing here??” Jim demanded to know as shock overruled the horny excitement on his face as he began tugging at the ropes. “Goody two shoes Halpert falling for a pretty face in a skimpy outfit” Roy teased. “What is this, Roy?? Untie me!” Jim tried to convince as he tugged on the ropes. “This is some overdue revenge, paper boy. I know you and Pam are happy playing house and all but you did steal her from me and I never got to let you know how I really felt about that” Roy added as he put a camcorder on the nearest shelf. 

“You’re recording this?! What kind of sick shit is this?? Untie me – NOW! Come on, this is insane!” Jim shouted with fiery attempts to escape the bondage he’d so willingly gotten in. “I know Pam fell for the goofy paper salesman who sat across from her but we both know you’re a little pussy boy…and I’m gonna make sure she knows just how pathetic you are” Roy explained as he moved around the table with Jim’s anxious eyes on him the whole time. “That was years ago, man! Come on! We can talk about this!” Jim tried again to convince as mounting anticipation filled his tall body. 

“I’ve never been much of a guy who liked talking about his feelings…I’d rather get out my frustrations in a different way” Roy prefaced before starting to undo Jim’s tie and unbutton his shirt. “Hey! Don’t take off my shirt! The hell are you doing??” Jim tried to figure out as more buttons came undone and revealed his mildly hairy, slightly toned upper body. The former warehouse guy didn’t even respond, instead reaching back out and filling Jim’s armpits with spidering fingers, instantly making him jump. “ohAohEY! WhAat ArryOouoHODdoOHoiNnG!? CoOmOhOmEoOoNN!” Jim questioned through confused giggling as he bounced around in place. “Like I said; pussy boy” Roy answered as his fingers sped up and got Jim laughing a little harder, unable to control his reaction or the smile on his face. 

“TiIHiICCkKLIiiNnGhGh?! ArREeyYYoOuOUSsSeERriIIoOOuUSS?!” “I don’t remember cracking a joke” Roy answered as he watched Jim react so fantastically to the tickling. “NNoOoHOhA!! GGgehEHEETToOoOFF!! WWhhaAhaTThhEEFuUcuCKK?!” Jim bubbled over with heavier laughter against his will, in disbelief that he was actually in such a situation and that he was so ticklish. Grappling with those realities and fighting the ropes at the same time while Roy’s fingers danced around in both hairy pits was a mind-fuck Jim had never faced and didn’t know how to handle. Part of him was as mad at himself for falling for the trick as he was mad at Roy for doing this to him but regardless of who was to blame for his situation, there was no denying how screwed he was.  

“CcoOOMMmEEoOOOnNNYyOoUuAhHA RROOYyY! STThOOhOPP!” “Come on, Roy, stop” Roy mocked before sinking in with both hands, abandoning the spidering to dig into the deep pits with a sudden switch. “AAAHAhAHAHsSHiiHIIITT!!” roared out of Jim with a surprised, distressed look on his face as his arms strained against the ropes some more but he couldn’t even almost close his armpits off, allowing Roy total control over the both of the salesman’s hairy burrows. “That’s it…laugh it up…Pam’s gonna love seeing and hearing how ticklish her big, strong man is” Roy taunted with all 10 fingers drilling away into Jim’s armpits, channeling his anger into driving him as crazy as possible. 

“FFUUuhUCCcKKOOOhOoFFF!!” Jim raged like he didn’t know what else to say as the scorned ex-boyfriend took advantage of a weakness Jim hadn’t thought about in years. Nobody tickled him. It never happened. The closest he’d come to getting tickled in recent years was by Michael and he’d swiftly avoided that. Roy was the first person in likely decades to push such a particular button and it was obvious he planned on milking the discovery as much as he could. “JJuUUHhSSTTAHAaAh SSTToOHHOpPP!! OOkKKOOKK!!” “This isn’t some business deal you can take control over or negotiate; this is some old fashion payback, Halpert and you’re gonna take it all” Roy assured as he grinned with sinister pride at how wild he was driving Jim, more than happy to punish him after all this time. 

Fearful that he truly couldn’t talk his way out of this or reason with Roy, Jim did his best to concentrate on escaping, kicking at the ropes around his ankles and fighting the ones around his wrists as hard as he could but the knots didn’t budge and the tickling zapped a lot of his usual strength and focus. “Careful, Jim…you wouldn’t wanna break your own pool table” Roy added as he left the armpits and started toward the other end of the table. “I don’t care about the stupid pool table! Just untie me! This is crazy!!” Jim shouted between breaths, again trying his best to figure a way out instead of watching Roy this time until his attention was commanded by the feeling of his shoe being messed with. 

“Hey! The hell are you doing, now?! Get off of my foot!” Jim barked with as much of a kick as he could produce until the loafer was popped off and Roy was holding it in his hand. Jim watched with new anticipation as his black-socked foot wiggled and tried to get as far away as possible but Roy didn’t go for it, not like he was expecting. Instead, the blue collar man brought the shoe closer to his nose, seemingly drawn to it. Roy looked like he wasn’t sure of what to do next, his face now inches away from the large shoe but struggling to make a move further. 

“Are you…into feet, Roy?” Jim questioned like his eyes were deceiving him. “Usually only for women’s feet…but, damn” Roy half-way answered as the ripe smell drifting out of Jim’s loafer proved too delicious to ignore, seducing Roy the more it grew in the air. Notes of the leather of the shoe mixed with a hint of Jim’s cologne and sweat from wearing them that day all mixed together into a surprisingly magnetic smell, one Roy couldn’t deny enjoying as he held the shoe in the air and dipped his nose past the opening until the lingering warmth proved to hide an even stronger scent. “Ohh…shit” was all Roy could say as he inhaled and exhaled with closed eyes of pleasure and Jim watched on, unsure what to do. 

“Look, if you want my shoes, just take them. Take the cash in my wallet; I don’t care. Just untie me!” Jim soon offered, snapping Roy out of his aromatic trance. “…I’m not untying you…you don’t have a say in any of this, you understand?” Roy answered with an enduring bite to his tone. “This is all too weird for me, man…just drop it! I know you’re still mad but this isn’t the way to get over it” Jim pointed out as if he could tell Roy suddenly wasn’t quite as steadfast in his plan anymore, unaware that the smell of his feet had thrown Roy for a curveball, one he was struggling to recover from. He was into women’s feet, never men’s, especially not Jim’s, but the smell was intoxicating, driving Roy to go back in for another big whiff before finally putting the loafer down on the table. He had to take back control. 

“Sheer socks…bad choice today, Jimbo” Roy teased as he pinned the ankle to the felt tabletop and Jim tried to pull away but couldn’t stop the vengeful fingers from launching onto his thinly-veiled foot. “AAhAHAhhNnNOoAO!!” barreled out of Jim like a man who wasn’t sure what exactly to expect until the bomb dropped and suddenly there were five eager fingers dancing across his sheer sole. “AGGhAHFFuUCK! AohANOOONOHO! CCCuUUTTTHhAATTSSHHiiITT! oOOUUuTTAOhAHA!!” “Ticklish armpits and ticklish feet; I’m 2 for 2” Roy taunted as he relished in how easy it was to make Jim crumble, proving no match for the new development plaguing his meaty foot. 

“GgEETToOoOFF!! DDAAmMmIIIiTT!! AOhAOhSSTTOHOHPP!” “Man, how did I never think to tickle you before? This is gold!” Roy laughed with a look back at the camera like he was very glad he’d decided to record this whole thing. “TTRuUuCCEE!! AoHAOhATTHHIiISsIiISsAHAHCCRRAAhAZzYYY!” Jim tried to reason with Roy. “Crazy is Pam choosing your dweeby ass over me” Roy answered before ripping the second shoe off and putting Jim on alert again as his chunky toes curled with anticipation and Roy buried his face in the expensive loafer. Jim could hear the deep huff and exhale of pleasure each time, his affection stronger than before. “Dude, maybe stop huffing my shoes” Jim added like he was starting to hate the idea of Roy enjoying his feet while he was tied up. “I’ll huff whatever the hell I want to, Halpert” Roy assured with total dominance over the situation as he went back in for more of the cheesy goodness baked into the right shoe. 

“You think this will prove something to Pam? She already married me, Roy…stop living in the past” Jim added, expecting some kind of retort from Roy but he simply laid the second shoe down and set his sights on both socked feet before reaching out and attacking the pair of meaty soles. “AAAHAHAHAHFFuUuUCCKK!!” rang out with newfound power as Roy scribbled across the tender feet with merciless enthusiasm. Jim floundered on the table like a restrained bull and had no choice but to show just how ticklish his feet were; Roy sure wasn’t about to give him any room to hide it. “I live in the present, Halpert, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting your ass off the hook” Roy added while scratching all over the thick bottoms and happily watching Jim howl like a wild man until his den was full of his own laughter. 

Roy even leaned in a little closer until he was between both feet and could smell the savory ripeness coming off of them, like an invisible steam meant just for his nose. Every kick and twitch of Jim’s toes or wrinkle of his soles seemed to spread the flavor a little more and Roy fell in love with it as he terrorized the huge feet. “I’m not even sure why you would buy socks like this…I mean, they clearly don’t protect your feet very much and they show almost everything” “PPAHAAMM BBOoOuUuGGhhHTTThhEEEmMAHHA FFOORRmMEEEHEE!” “I’ll have to thank her then” Roy grinned before clawing a little harsher until he was gliding across the thin socks like a fork on a stick of butter and Jim was raging even louder with ticklish fury. 

“SSTTAhAoOHOOOPP!! AohAOhAOOOHMMYyYGOOoDDAohAOHA CCCoOOmMEEOOONN!!” “If you can’t take it, just admit it…I’m sure Pam will love that” “AAOHAKKIIISSSmMyYYAAHAHASSS!!” Jim fired back with more fight than Roy expected, making him laugh like he liked the attitude. “You don’t mind if I take one of these socks home with me, do you?” Roy soon asked as he reached up the left jean leg and started peeling one off. “No! Don’t take my sock, man!!” Jim protested before losing the battle to hold onto it. “No socks mean these big feet of yours are even more ticklish now” Roy answered as he pinned the ankle down again and targeted the supple balls. “AAAGGhAHAHASSHHiIIT!! NNOOO! AohAOHGGEETTOOoOOFFMMMEEE!!” “Looks like I was right” Roy concluded as he sat on the edge of the table so he was between both feet and went after them again, now with one less sock between him and Jim’s handsome feet. 

“No! Enough! You made your stupid pPoOoIIAAnNthAOHA!!” Jim tried to derail before the same relentless fingers found his feet again. “What point is that? That you slept with my girlfriend and that you’re a ticklish little pussy?” “AAhoAohSSHhIIiT! AOhAOhAFFuUuCCkKIinNnGGAHAOAHSSTTOHOHOPPP!” Jim refused to answer as Roy focused on the long arches of both feet, scratching up and down as the soles wrinkled against his fingers and the wiggling of his toes made more of Jim’s divine odor drift up to his nose. His heels slammed against the pool table and his head thrashed around like he was losing his mind, overwhelmed by the humiliating treatment and the fact that all he could do was sit there and take it. 

Roy was riding a kind of high he never knew existed. Revenge was the kind of thing he’d watched playout on TV or in a movie, not seek out in real life other than when he tried to kick Jim’s ass. In truth, nothing had ever really pushed him to want revenge like this before. He’d never thought much about losing Pam until it happened. He wasn’t the kind of guy who thought he had to worry about his woman wanting another man, never even paying Jim much attention until he realized they were together. The ego blow was right to his gut and clearly the sting was still there. Roy may have wanted revenge but he also knew this would help him put the burn of his last relationship behind him and with every scratch and scribble he delivered to Jim’s size 12s, he felt like he was closer to moving on and giving Halpert exactly the suffering he deserved. 

“JJUuUSSTtSTTSSoHOHHOPPP!!” “Stop what?” “SsTThOHOhoOPPTThHIiiiSSsBBBuULLLSSHhIiTT!” “Come on, you can say it” “SSTTohOHohPPPTTiiICCkKLLLLIiINNGGmMmEEE!!” Jim raged, knowing Roy was wanting to make him say it out loud again. “Now you’re sounding like the little bitch I know you are…so I’ll stop tickling your feet” Roy relinquished to Jim’s surprise, allowing the paper salesman to relax. “Holy shit…you’ve gotta stop this…this is torture!” Jim admitted as if using that word would appeal to Roy’s humanity. “Torture is watching the love of your life have a fling with a man in the same office building. That’s real torture” Roy assured as he walked around the table and leaned across it, earning Jim’s concerned attention once more. 

“No! You said you’d stop!” “I said I’d stop tickling your feet…I didn’t say anything about the rest of you” Roy explained with a smug grin as he landed on Jim’s stomach with wide fingers. “OoOhAohAOhNNoOhOaOAOHA!” Jim tried at first to control his reaction but failed miserably after only a couple seconds of Roy wiggling into his soft belly, his hands like strong jellyfish landing all over his stomach and delivering blows of ticklish electricity. “SSTtOhoOHOPP!! CCoOmMmEEOOonNAhAH!! EEEnNNoOoouUGGhHH!” “I don’t think you have had enough, not even close” Roy refuted before descending down to Jim’s hips and squeezing in, lighting a fresh fire in him with a few strong chomps until he was wailing with nuanced hysteria. Jim wasn’t totally out of shape or anything but his waist was relatively soft, allowing Roy’s strong fingers to squeeze into him with total ease. 

“GgeETtOOoOFFFmMMEEMmmAAHANN!!” “My name isn’t ‘man’. Hell, I bet you never even bothered to learn my full name. If you can tell me my full name, I’ll stop” Roy offered, giving the frazzled 30 something a task he wasn’t expecting. “ohOoKOOK! AOhOAHAIIILLLTTTEEEhHELLLyYYOOUU!” “No, tell me now. What’s my name?” Roy questioned again as one hand started back on his stomach, effectively dividing his attack as he forced Jim to prove if he was as self-absorbed and selfish as he thought. “AhoaohIIITTSsSSWWIiILLIiiAAMmSS! RRoOoHOYYWWiIlLIiAAMmS!” “It’s Roy Aderson” was all Roy said with another smug grin before shooting back into the armpits on full blast. “NNOOoaohAOHAOHAOAAAA!!!” Jim erupted with a surprised uproar at the now angry fingers tickling his pits so furiously, praying again as he tried to yank his arms free that he’d finally be able to protect himself but he had no such luck. 

“A self-absorbed tail-chaser like you can’t even remember a guy’s name…figures” Roy taunted while plowing into the hairy pits. “AHAOhIiIiFFoOoORRGGoOoOTT!! IIiCCcAAAnNnTT ThHiiNnnKkSSTtrRAAiIIGGhhT!!” “You must’ve not been thinking straight all those times you were hanging around Pam’s desk either” Roy added as Jim squirmed and jerked around on the pool table and his half socked/half bare feet wrinkled and writhed around like they didn’t know what to do with such a sensory overload.  “SSTTohhHOOPP!! RRoOOoYYCCoOMMmEEOOnNN!!” “Now he knows my name…” “YyyEESSAOHAOAH!! JJJuUUSSSTtSSTTTsSTTTOHHOPP!! IImMmSSoOoOoRRRyY!!” Jim confessed, a surprise to Roy, surprising enough to make him stop tickling the hell out of his sweaty armpits. “Look at that, I guess you can apologize. I mean, most guys in your position would say just about anything to get out of it but ya know what? I’ll take the apology” Roy answered as he moved back around to the end of the pool table. 

“Alright, so we’re done? We’re done, right??” Jim tried to assess as Roy grabbed the right shoe again and indulged some more, letting the entirety of the flavor soaked up in the loafer’s insole fill his nose. The multifaceted aroma of sour and tangy and nutty and leathery pleased the foot lover part of Roy in a way he’d never quite experienced, differing from the women’s feet he’d enjoyed so vastly. It was like smelling roses his whole life and discovering there was another flower out there to enjoy and Roy couldn’t seem to get enough. “You can take my shoes, take my socks, whatever, just untie me!” Jim offered again. “Maybe I will but right now I want you to repeat after me, ‘Pam, I’m a ticklish little pussy’” Roy instructed, getting a look of ‘you’ve gotta be kidding’ from Jim. “No way! I’m not saying that for your little video! I told you I was sorry!” “Those are my terms, Jim…give up sooner or later, doesn’t matter to me” Roy answered before pouncing on Jim’s wildly ticklish feet not a moment later. 

“AAAGhGHAHAHAHAHAHFFUUUUCCCKK!!” Jim exploded as if his feet had become more sensitive since they’d been last touched and he went to flailing on the table like he was on fire, dying to make his escape and save his not so macho feet from Roy’s cruel touch. “Say it!” “AHoHANnOOohAOHA!!” Jim refused but not as quickly this time, like he knew it was foolish to not just give in but Roy just started focusing on his toes with tight, harsh scribbles along the pink undersides and where they met the balls. “AAAAoOoAhOAHAONNOoAOHAOH!! MmMEERrCCcCYY!!” “Mercy isn’t free, Jim” “AOAOhAMmoOHoHTThHEERRfAohAFFuUuCCkKEERRAhAHA!! SSTTOhOHHOPP!!” Jim tried to convince as his plump toes suffered every bit of Roy’s wrath and unknowingly filled the air with more of his specific stink, one that only made Roy want to keep tickling them. 

Roy ramped up his tickling to a ruthless level, suddenly attacking every inch of Jim’s smooth feet and juicy toes as viciously as he could with scribbles and drags of his nails until Jim was going bananas in front of him. “AAHAhOAHAOHARROoOoOHOYYY!!! AOhAOhAOhAPPLLLLEEAASSEE!!” Jim begged. Jim actually begged. He was almost there. “Say it!” Roy encouraged with victory in sight without leaving the feet for a second, hellbent on tickling the wonderfully ripe, hilariously ticklish feet until he’d beaten Jim Halpert. “AAHOOkOOKK!! iiMmAAAATTiiICCkKLLLIIISSHh AHHAAHLLIIIIITTTLLLLEE!! AOhAHPPPUUUuUSSSSYYYY!!” Jim gave in with an ego-gutting surrender and Roy left the pair of roped feet with the unique feeling of satisfaction running through his thick frame. 

Jim just laid there catching his breath as his brain swirled and his body tingled with ticklish defeat as the camera captured the aftermath perfectly. Roy reached up and grabbed the camcorder and pressed stop to finish the recording before looking back at Jim stretched out across the pool table after being forced to humble himself. “I’m glad we got to talk ‘man to man’” Roy added with a satisfied grin. “Jesus, Roy, just untie me already!” Jim tried to convince as if there wasn’t any way for Roy to embarrass him anymore. “I would but I invited your buddies Michael and Dwight over. I made it look like you wanted to have dinner with them. I think I’d rather let them find you than untie you myself” “What?! No! Wait! Roy!!” Jim protested with a new reason to freak out as Roy quietly left out the back door with the tickling video in hand and one of Jim’ smelly socks in his pocket.  

The doorbell rang only moments later and a unique panic ran through Jim as he fought the ropes keeping him tied to the pool table and he tried to think of what to do. “Jim! It’s Dwight and Michael!” Dwight shouted from the front door, only making Jim sweat more. “Damn, these knots are tough!” Jim stressed as he continued trying to escape and prevent what would be an encounter he would never live down. “Your door is unlocked; we’re coming in” Michael announced as the knob started to turn. “NO!” Jim shouted but not soon enough as he looked over and locked eyes with both of them. A shutter of uncertainty and embarrassment hit Jim on the pool table and he didn’t know what to say as they stared at him. “Jim, did somebody break in and attack you?!” Michael questioned. “Hold on, Michael…I get the sense that we’re walking in on some type of kinky, romantic endeavor” Dwight added. 

“Guys, I’ll explain later, just help me out of this!” Jim decided to answer, hoping it wouldn’t backfire on him. “Yeah, sure” Michael agreed and Dwight tagged along as they walked closer and started trying to undo the knots. “Wait a minute” Dwight soon announced. “What??” Jim fired back with zero patience for Dwight being Dwight in that moment. “What’s wrong?” Michael asked. “I just realized Jim never told me where he put my favorite novelty pen at the office” Dwight explained. “Seriously?? Come on! Just help me out here!” Jim stressed. 

“No, I think this is the perfect time to ask Jim whatever we want” Dwight decided, making Jim cringe. “We can’t just take advantage of his situation, Dwight” Michael countered. “A man does not turn down opportunity, Michael. Now, Jim, where did you hide my pen?” Dwight asked with a poke into Jim’s side, making him jerk on the table. “NoOhO! Don’t do that!” Jim fired back. “Yeah, and why haven’t you invited me over before now?” Michael joined in with a squeeze into his knee, getting another rouse from Halpert. “SSToHoP! Guys, just untie me!” “No, I think Dwight might be right…we should make the most of this” Michael decided, making Jim’s stomach turn. “Now back to that pen…” Dwight returned as he started jabbing along Jim’s sides and Michael ripped off the second sock before skittering along Jim’s fully exposed feet, the start to what was about to be a very long round two of tickle torture for Jim Halpert.