“OOkOhhohOK! SSttohHOP!” “I guess you are a furniture guy after all” Brady grinned without pulling away, obviously happy to see Jeff was so reactive to the wiggling fingers getting to know his wide-open armpits, only protected by the thin collared shirt. “cCOOmMmEeOOnNN! wWhhaATt IiiSSs TThHiiSS SsHhIiTT?!” Jeff tried to make sense of as he yanked on the locks keeping his arms outstretched, the same bits of hardware that’d seemed so innocuous moments earlier. “Its actual name is ‘The T’. I make them myself; I’m a bit of a furniture guy too I guess. But you can call them whatever you want when you sell them in your store” Brady explained, getting a sharp look of ‘are you fucking serious?’ from Jeff. “NnOooWWaAYY! iImMNnOoOTT SSEeLLIInnNGGAhohtThHEESSEEE! NNoOoWSSTTOhOOoHP!” Jeff refuted through his warm laughter as it giggled up and down in volume.

“Stop what?” “SSTtOOhOpPP TTHHiiISS!! TtiiICCKkKllIiNngAHAMMmEE!!” Jeff spat, obviously reluctant to admit what was happening but it was useless to try and act like it was anything else. “Come on, Jeff…you’re a furniture man – it’s what you do! Surely you could market these and make some money. Sell them as wellness devices like I mentioned earlier or better yet, sell them for what they’re for; tickling, punishing, teasing. Use your imagination” Brady encouraged while moving around to stand behind the writhing blonde. “FfUuCckKyYoOuU!! LLLEEttTmMMEEoOuUuTToOoFFtthHiIIsSS SShhIiIT!! IImMNoOoOTT SSeEELLIInnGGTthHeEMM!!” Jeff doubled down as the dancing fingers continued making him laugh but the second rejection quickly proved more consequential than the first when the wiggling fingers became drilling fingers delving into the depths of both Old Spice scented pits.

“AaaGhAHAHANNOoOHOAHOAHA!! FFuUuCCkKAOhoHA!!” came roaring out of Jeff with a wider smile and he pulled against the T with violent jerks, even trying to pull himself up to protect his pits but nothing worked. “GgeETTToOOoFFFmMmeAohAOhA CCRreEEEPP!” “Creep? Not even five minutes ago you looked like you were ready to have a beer with me” “NnoOooTTAohAOhAnNnnOOoOHWWW!!” Jeff argued as his whole body shook with laughter, a foreign kind he wasn’t used to, a kind no joke or funny show would ever get out of him. “I think I spotted a corner of your store that this piece would look great on display at” Brady added while making deep zig-zags back and forth with his stiff fingers right at the base of both tender pits. “NNOOOoaoHAOHAOAWWAAhAY!! AOhAohaFFuUUcCckKIiinNnGgsSTTOhOHPP!” Jeff argued as his golden hair flew around and his handsome smile stretched across his face, his whole toned body floundering in place between Brady’s electric fingers.

But Brady soon showed mercy, leaving the underarms and walking back around to face Jeff who was catching his breath and still trying to wrap his head around his situation. “Man, this is crazy…this is, this is nuts! Tickling? Really?? That’s messed up” Jeff admitted like he’d never thought about tickling manifesting in this way, like Brady had conjured up some evil, unnatural scheme. “It’s not that messed up. I mean, it’s made of wood and other materials like everything else you sell” “The tickling, man! The tickling! That’s messed up…that, and the fucking torture device” Jeff answered with attitude. “Ya know, not everyone would consider this so bad…only someone pretty damn ticklish, someone like you” Brady rubbed in, an emasculating jab he knew a guy like Jeff wouldn’t like.

“Listen, asshole, just let me out of this fucking thing and before I kick your ass or call the cops!” Jeff warned with a fiery kick toward him. “If you’re not convinced it’s worth selling, I guess I’ll just have to keep pitching you on it” Brady answered as his focus shifted and he moved closer to Jeff. “NO! No, fuck off!” he protested with another kick but couldn’t avoid Brady latching around his lower sides where the shirt had lifted up enough to reveal his midriff. “NO! God dammit, get off meeAohAohOHhAohaOHAA!!” Jeff erupted with wildly entertaining laughter, bubbly and angry and overflowing. “I think you may be even more of a tickling guy than a furniture guy, Jeff” Brady teased while squeezing in just above his hips and watching the shop owner struggle to endure his own sensitivity. “FFuUuCCkkHYoOOUuOuouAAABbuUUDDDYyAhAOHA!!” Jeff fired back like he hated how little he could deny it, completely controlled by the simple chomping hands moving up and down his sides.

“You may get more customers for this than you might think…” “NNOoAohAOHAIIiWwoOONNNT!!” he interrupted, convincing Brady to clamp his hand over his mouth while still tickling with the other, getting a surprised look from Jeff. “I was in the middle of telling you why you’d want these on your salesfloor…maybe a scorned wife is looking for a way to punish her cheating husband…or maybe a couple of local kinksters want a new toy…the possibilities are abundant; you just have to see the potential. I mean, would you ever have thought you’d be on your way to 50 and be this ticklish? More customers might want this than you think” Brady casually laid out while muffling Jeff’s giggly uproar and squeezing into his lean side and hip with a nearly autopiloted destruction.

Brady only backed off when Jeff’s tongue glazed across his palm. “Really? What are you, 10?” “You’re the one tickling me” Jeff countered. “Well, if we’re being immature then…I get to lick you since you licked me” Brady added, earning another surprised look from Jeff. “No! Fuck off, man!! Seriously!” Jeff argued until Brady pulled up his shirt some more and started flicking his tongue across his stomach and along his waist. “AoAohONnOohAohAOhACCOOomMmeEoOOOhOHnnN!” Jeff shouted as he drowned in his own manly giggles and squirmed around but Brady held him in place as he slinked and licked and wiggled all over the mild abs and light happy trail. “GGRRoOoSsSAOhAhohAhA EEnNNOOuUUGGhH!” “That’s part of the beauty of this piece; if you’re locked into it, you’re the last person who gets to say when you’ve had enough” Brady pointed out before forcing Jeff’s head to the side a little and lickling along his neck and even his ear until goosebumps swarmed his whole body and his warm giggles were even higher pitched.

“AHOSsTTOhOOPP! SSTTOhHOHPPP!!” Jeff raged like the ear and neck tickling really hit a specific button for him and soon managed to make Brady stop with a knee to his stomach. “That reminds me…it also comes with some attachments” Brady explained as Jeff eyed him, more pissed off after the lickling action. Brady pulled something out of his pocket and Jeff watched him like a hawk, “I don’t wanna see anything else! I’m fucking serious, man!” Jeff assured with another kick toward Brady but he caught the leg this time, shocking the angry dad. “Hey! What are you doing?!” Jeff demanded to know as Brady held his leg and walked around with it, forcing it to bend so most of Jeff’s leg was behind him.

Something secured around his ankle and then another couple clinking sounds made Jeff even more nervous and when Brady finally stopped, he tried to put his leg back down but couldn’t. “Hey! HEY! The hell did you do?!” Jeff asked as he balanced on one leg, his other leg now bent under him and attached to the back post of the T, leaving the bottom of his loafer facing the ceiling. “This is all still part of the demonstration, Jeff…don’t worry” Brady answered with an unsettling tone and Jeff looked up at his hands to try and figure out how to free himself until he felt his shoe being tugged off, unnerving him even more.

“Hey! Leave my shoe on, man! My wife got me those!” “I’m not stealing them, Jeff; we’re not even the same size” Brady laughed at Jeff’s newfound dread as he tried to look back and see exactly what was happening but got his answer when five fingers started skittering down his socked sole. “AhhAHA!! Jeff couldn’t help but let out as Brady cradled the top of the foot and let his other hand spider along the black-socked sole. “NNnOoHOHAaOH! FFuUuCcKKoOoFFWWiIiTThh TThhAAHAT! CCOoOmmEEoOONN!” Jeff protested through another forced smile and tried to get away but with all his weight on one leg, he couldn’t move around much at all, not like before.

“See? You probably thought I didn’t consider feet when I designed this but I made sure to include some additional options” Brady explained with pride in his design as Jeff’s foot wrinkled under his fingers and his toes splayed and crunched in the dark sock. “OKOOoHOKK!! iiIGGEETTiiIiTT!! JJuUuSSTAOhaOsSSTtTOhOHPP!!” “If you agree to buy five of these from me to sell in your store, then I will” “FFiIiIVvVveE?!? YYoOuUuRReeAohaHACCRRAAhAzZZYyY!” “Well, buying five of these babies would’ve saved your sock but since you want to play hardball…” Brady explained before reaching down the leg of his khakis and peeling away the crew sock. “NO! Hey! Hey, come on! You don’t have to do that!” “Do what?” “Take my fucking sock off, man! That’s just being a dick!” “I guess I’m a dick then” Brady smirked as he watched the material slip off Jeff’s smalltown foot and admired the supple, smooth sole as it was exposed, with balls, heels, and the tips of his toes an inviting pink and his arch a gentle peach color.  

“Jesus, man, just undo this shit and let me go! I’m not selling this thing for you! I sell couches and recliners and bunk beds, not weird stuff like this!” Jeff barked. “I guess we’re not done here then” Brady answered, seemingly the opposite of what Jeff wanted to happen as another splash of panic flashed across his face when he felt Brady’s determined fingers land on his bare foot. “NOoOAhAOhAohAOhAAOAOHA!!” Jeff came alive with new ticklish outrage and fought the T holding him in place as Brady proved to be the dick he’d been accused of. Scribbling fingers covered Jeff’s upturned sole with total domination, clawing up and down from his heels to the base of his toes with unrelenting enthusiasm while Brady quietly watched his handiwork wreck the entrepreneur.

“CCoOOOMMmEEOOoNnAHoAHAHO!! NNoOOMMoOoRReEAOhAOHA!!” Jeff raged with heavier laughter than he had the whole time, unable to stop himself from shrieking every five seconds or so as the short nails scurried across his satin sole. “I’m still waiting on us to reach a deal, Jeff…can’t you tell how good the build quality is on this? You can’t get out no matter how hard you try” Brady answered as he started focusing on the arch with isolated scratches, cranking Jeff’s laughter up another notch. “AHoAHAIIiCCAAnNNNTTT!! AohoHAAIIiTTOOOLLLlDDDyYOOOUuU!!” “You’re a tougher negotiator than I imagined but alright” Brady answered before shocking Jeff’s system again with a solid, flat-tongued lick up the entire length of Jeff’s foot, horrifying the ex-jock as he realized what was happening.

“What the fuck?! Are you serious??” “You’re the one stalling progress here” Brady reminded before returning to the now slippery sole with the same ruthless scribbles, forcing out another explosive wave of domestic husband laughter. “AAHAHAHAHAHSSHHhHIIIIITT!!” Jeff was a mess, dancing around on one leg and praying the T would break while laughing himself into a sweat thanks to Brady’s fingers on his severely ticklish foot. “I know you’re the businessman here, Jeff, but I can play hardball too” Brady soon announced as he stopped cradling the foot and used that hand to launch onto his ribs and side. “AAhOAhNNOOAoAHNNOOAOH!! WWhHAATThHHEFFuUUCCkK?! SSOOOnNNoOoFFAAbBbiIiTTCChAhAHA!!” Jeff’s laughter nearly doubled with one hand poking and wiggling into his upper body and the other still tormenting his defenseless foot.

“See, a piece of furniture like mine could really do a lot for a town like this…spice things up. Take you for example; an average, 40-something year old guy with his own business and what I’m sure is a normal life…tickling probably never crosses your mind but here you are, reduced to breathless giggles over a few fingers in the right spots. You’ve probably never laughed this much in your life or even knew you were still ticklish and even if you did, you certainly probably wouldn’t ever let anyone tickle you anything close to this. But I bet you needed a laugh; I bet lots of men need a laugh, men like you, too wrapped up in adulthood, bills, and having a family to ever really let loose in a way that doesn’t give you a hangover the next day. You want these in your store, Jeff…” Brady encouraged without pulling away from Jeff’s writhing bare foot or his armpit once again being overwhelmed with hungry fingers.

“AohAOHAPLLLLEEeEEAASSE!! AOhAOHASSTTohHOohPPP!!” “Do we have an agreement?” “AhoAOHACCoOOmMmeEOOONnahOAHAOHAA!! JJUuUSSTTGGiIVVvmMMEeAAAbBbrREeeAAKK!” Jeff begged as every stroke on his naked sole tickled like hell and his armpit, ribs, and sides suffered an endless barrage of pokes, prods, and drilling. “That’s not an answer…I’d hate to have to break out my other attachments…the ball gag…the nipple ticklers…the stocks so I could get both of your feet at once” Brady warned, striking unique fear in Jeff, the thought of his other foot being stripped and tickled alone enough to make his palms sweaty. “AHOAOoKOOKK!! AOhAHAIILLLlDOOoOHOOIiITT!!” “You’ll sell them for me?” “YYYEEESSAhAHAHYYyEESSS!! JJUuSSSTTSSTtOHOOPP!!” Jeff submitted with ticklish, incredibly reluctant defeat as Brady stopped his campaign and brought out a drawn-up contract for Jeff to sign. “Seriously? A whole contract??” “I’m smarter than I look” Brady assured with a smug grin as Jeff’s head drooped a little with further disbelief before a pen was put in his hand and the clipboard with the contract was held up for him to sign.

The next day a new piece of furniture occupied the corner of the showroom floor of Jeff’s store. The black, T-shaped fixture easily stood out among the collection of loveseats and bedside tables, towering over most of the other pieces, but if that wasn’t enough to get customers’ attention, a stipulation in the contract that Jeff hadn’t bothered to read until afterwards made the T unignorable. “GgEETTyYoOOuUuRR OooWWNNnN tTiICCKkLLeETToOoWWweERrR TToOodDAAAyYy!! IILLLoOoVVEEETThhEEEMmM!” Jeff laughed his way through the prescribed script as he stood locked in the T once again that’d been renamed the ‘Tickle Tower’ and one of his employees, Logan, tickled him from behind and was supposed to continue tickling his boss for the rest of the busiest hours of the day and if none of the towers sold by the end of the week, the stocks were contracted to come out and everybody that walked in his store would see Jeff’s feet tickled while he squealed like a girl. But he’d buy all of the towers himself before he let that happen