By stb
“AHAHAH! AHAH! HA! GET THEM OFF MY FEET! HAHA!”
Jake “Ticklefoot” Briggs smiled at Ben, the 16 year old being held in the stocks. He smiled at his work. Ben’s sized 13’s looked even bigger and wider with the toes stretched and secured to the spreader bar. right now a pair of tomcats were working on the lad’s ticklish soles, licking a coating of cream off the sensitive feet.
“OH! OH! MAKE THEM STOP! HAHAHAH!”
“Just give me the name of the other thief,” Jake said.
“AHAH! NO WAY! AHAHAH!”
Jake knelt down on 1 knee so he was eye level to the teen. “Ben, it doesn’t have to be like this. We both know those arches are pretty sensitive. The brushes told us that and the cats are giving them a real good scrubbin. But they’re gettin near those toes. You know how ticklish those are. Soon, their rough tongues will be cleaning just below the toes, then those spaces in between, and then the pads themselves.” He pet one of the cats. “Such a simple thing, really. a small lick in the right place place will drive a big footed kid crazy, eh?”
“AHAH! AHAH! IT TICKLES SOOOOO BAD! PLEASE STOP! AHAH”
“So you gotta decide, tough guy, whether you want to tell us the name of the other thief or let those cats feast on those toes. It looks like it tickles pretty bad now, it’s only going to get worse. Oh look, the right one is just finishing the ball of your foot. You have about a minute or 2 to decide.”
“AHAHAHA! KEEP THEM AWAY FROM MY TOES! NO TOES! PLEASE! “
“Just the name, then.”
“AHAHA! HE’LL KILL ME! I CAN’T… AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHH! HAHAH! OH ! HE’S IN BETWEEN MY TOES! AHAH!”
“Yep, and the other is just below your toes. Ben, we know this is the most ticklish spot on your foot. That’s my job. I tickle. I’m good at it. Kind of hard to be tough getting tickled this badly, isn’t it?”
“HAHAHAHA! MAKE THEM STOP AND I’LL TELL YOU!! HAHAHA! PLEASE!”
“That’s not how it works,” Jake said looking the twitching soles. The big teen was bucking in the stocks but there was no way he was going to break oak. “Tell me first, then it stops.”
“AHAHA! AHAHA! HA! WALT!! WALT ANDREWS!! AHAHA! NO GET ThEM AWAY! THEY’RE LICKING BOTH MY FEET! AAHAH!”
Jake turned to his deputy . “Bring in Walt.” The deputy left to make the arrest. Jake got up and turned to leave.
“AHAH! GET THE CATS! YOU PROMISED!”
“Yep, but that was for the interrogation. Now that we have the name, you are going to be disciplined for your crime and withholding information. That means this..” Jake picked up a small barrel of cream and placed it on the stocks above Ben’s right foot. He put another above the left and turned on both spigots sow a slow steady drip of cream slid down the big soles for the cats “…tickle punishment. Those cats are going to lick your hoofs for an hour or so. “
“AHAHAHA! YOU CAN’T! AHHAA! THAT’S CRUEL AND UNUSUAL! AHAHAH! PLEASE ! MERCY!! AHAHA!”
“No such thing for thieves. Enjoy your day!”
Jake closed to door as the hoarse laughter of Ben continued. He went to the second holding room where his deputy had secured Walt into another pair of stocks. His deputy had secured the teen well. Feet immoblized. Soles stretched. Toes tied. These stocks secured Walt’s hands in front of him and his feet to the sides near the frame rendering him off balanced forward. Can’t buck that way. He noticed the kid had size 14 feet. They grow em big in 1829, he thought.
His deputy had wanted to learn more about tickle interrogation and punishment techniques. Jake thought he would begin training the deputy with this thief. Jake was the most feared tickler in 3 counties. He knew there was only so much foot ticklin a barefoot teen could take before he cracked and had become very good at finding those sensitive spots on a kid’s bare feet .
“Oh no!!!” Walt screamed when he saw Jake. “Ticklefoot! You broke Jimmy Sparrow!”
Jake smiled. Jimmy Sparrow was his toughest challenge, but his experise extracted the confession needed. Truth through feet was Jake’s motto. The breaking of Jimmy was well know in the surrounding counties. Jake smiled as he reminisced about Jimmy….
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Jimmy Sparrow was 17 years old. At 6’2″ he was the model of the southern farmboy – all american good looks and strong as an ox. and barefoot in the summers. He sported size 14 feet, widened by the constant barefoot living and working in the fields. He was also aware of the tickle methods used on teens by local law enforcement for interrogation, confession extraction, and punishment. He began to toughen his feet by running barefoot through gravel and train his endurance of foot tickling by stepping into a bucket of salt water and then stick his feet in the goat pen on the farm. He would hold them in as the goats licked his soles until he couldn’t stand it and would pull his feet out. This went on for a number of months until he felt confident that he would be able to handle anything the law would throw at him. All this was in preparation for stealing the cash box at the state fair. he wanted to buy new fishing gear and some new boots, even though he didn’t really wear shoes that often. But the ladies liked seeing his strapping frame walking through a crowd with those big hoofs covered in stylish new boots and he didn’t want to let the ladies down. He hid the cash box immediately after stealing it so the law wouldn’t find it. then he would wait until the coast was clear and spend his fortune.
but things went awry and he got nabbed. it took sever deputies to catch his since he was such a fast runner. but eventually the brought him into jail. Jimmy wasn’t worried since he knew their techniques and had prepared for it. Several deputies tried to get him to reveal the location of the money but somehow they just couldn’t get him to that breakpoint with their tickling. Jimmy thought he was going to get away with it. what he didn’t count on was Jake.
The sheriff called in Jake when nothing seemed to be working. Jake’s reputation was well known. They brought him to the solitary room where Jimmy was stocked. Jake examined the hulking teen.
“Hello, Jimmy. I’m Jake. Remember that name so you can yell it when you want me to stop.”
“Whatever,” Jimmy said defiantly.
“Jimmy, my job is ticking. My expertise is feet. specifically, big teen boy feet, just like these dawgs” he motioned to Jimmy’s feet.
“I ain’t tellin you nuthin,” Jimmy said.
“Oh, you’ll talk. They all do. Between gasping for air and laughing and beggin for mercy, they al talk,” Jake said. He kneeled in front of Jimmy’s feet and began to examine them, running his fingers over the tough soles.
He been conditioning these , Jake thought. But there are areas you just can’t condition because they never really take the full weight if a person’s body. The arches are tough to condition as the area under the toes and in between. and from what the sheriff said, he resisted the cats and goats. No matter. Jake loved a challenge and no boy could completely resist tickling on all parts of his feet. Then Jake had a brainstorm that would catapult him to fame. He called the sheriff in and discussed something with him that Jimmy couldn’t hear. Then the sheriff called in the deputies who removed Jimmy from the stocks. They put his back against the wall and chaned his wrists above him to rings in the wall. They then drove stakes in the ground on either side of each ankle and secured his ankles to the makeshift frame. Then then built a cross brace above each ankle so Jimmy’s feet looked like they had a small doorframe around each foot. Jake then tied the farmboy’s toes to the crosspiece. Jimy’s toes were stretched straight up and apart. His foot was completely immoble and stretched in this modified toespreader. The sheriff then brought in a cage of cats and a bucket of cream with a brush. Jake took the bucket and walked to Jimmy’s feet.
“We’re gonna try the cats again, Jimmy, but from the other side this time.”
Jimmy looked confused. “other side?”
“Yep. Tops, Jimmy. The tops of your feet. Most people don’t ever think the tops of their feet can be ticklish, but that are usually as ticklish as the soles, sometimes even more so. You conditioned your soles, not the tops.”
Jimmy started to sweat as Jake coated the tops of Jimmy’s feet with the cream. “An what usually happens is that the soles will regain their ticklishness as the tops get worked.” he placed the cats on the ground and let them go. They immediately ran over to the tops of the big feet and began to lick the tops of the toes earnestly. Jimmy lasted 4 seconds before he threw his head back and bellowed.
“AHAHAHA! AHAH! AHAHAH! OH! THE TOPS! IT’S BAD! THOSE TONGUES ARE KILLIN ME! AHAHA! AHAHA!”
He tried to buck out of his predicamen but couldn’t. the cats continued to lick down the tops towards the ankles.
“AHAHAH! AHAH! STAY OFF THE SIDES!!! NOT THE SIDE OF MY FEET! AHAHA! NO TOE TIPS! AHAHA!”
“So these big boys are ticklish!” Jake said He took the brush and began to apply cream to the wide, stretched soles. “We’re gonna try the soles again.”
“AAHAHA! AHAHAH! AHAHA! NO MORE! GET THOSE CATS OFF MY TOPS!”
Jake took out 2 more cats and placed 1 on each sole. “We’re going to add cats, tough boy.” He let them go. The cats immediately began to scrub the now sensitive soles with their rough tongues.
“AAHAHAHHA! AHAHAH! AHAHA! NOT MY SOLES! OH! THEY’RE TICKLISH. NOBODY CAN HANDLE 4 CATS! AHAHAH! HAHA! NO MORE! AHAH OH! OH! MY BARE FEET. GET THEM OFF MY BARE FEET!! MY POOR SOLES!”
The cats licked all over the big feet driving the teen crazy. Jake knew he was at his breaking point. No barefoot boy can takee foot tickling forever.
“Feel like talking yet. You talk, they stop. The faster you talk, the faster t ends.”
“AHAHA! AHAHA! OKAY! OKAY! NO MORE FOOT LICKIN! THEM TONGUES TICKLE! AHAHA ! THE OAK! THE BIG OAK! THE BOX IS UNDERT THE BIG OAK! AHAHAH! HAHA! NOW MAKE EM STOP!!!!!!”
“No way. Punishment time now. That means more cream and more foot lickin. But I’ll tell the sheriff where to pick up the cash.
“AHAHAA! DON’T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!! AHAHA! NOT ALONE WITH THE CATS!! PLEASE! MERCY !AHAHAHAA! NOT THE TOES!! THEY’RE LICK MY TOES!!!”
Jake exited the room and entered local legend…