By wuzzup11154
Boy, was he going to get it. Never before had he played this badly in his life. It was only thirty minutes after Super Bowl 41, and he was thinking to himself “damnit, what the hell do I do now? Good going Tom!” The previous day, he had made a bet with Drew Brees, the quarterback for the opposing team he will play in the SB, the New Orlean Saints, that who ever lost had to be tickled for however many points that team gave up, times two, and ever interception that QB had would add on five more minutes….and if that Qb, who was supposed to be tickled, did not show up or refused to be tickled, then the other QB would make sure that a rumor spreads about the other qb….and this did not bode well for Tom Brady.
There might not have been such bad performance by a single player in any superbowl…..Four interceptions, only completing eight passes, and losing 40-0. Even their Linebackers could have done better than he did that night…and he was thinking over whether he should do it or back off….It was only a stupid bet, anyways….or so he thought…”could drew really do something? Damnit, why did I bet in the first place?”
Tom knows he is probably the most ticklish person in the world…He cant stand being tickled anywhere for more than a minute, let alone an hour and forty minutes…The longest he had ever been tickled was maybe just five minutes, when he was still with Bridget, and he was asleep and thought it was a dream…But this is for real, and much longer…..how could he survive it??? over an hour is crazy, so he thought…..”maybe he will give me a break here or there….damnit Tom, why did you get yourself into this.”
So he had a press conference, and then went back to his hotel to made his final decision….But Brees was already there, waiting for him…..”Ive been waiting for a half hour now….” drew said. “dont sound too enthusiastic, its scary.” “you would have been the same way if you won, but you didnt….I have to say, you were terrible, with all due respect….anyways…..get changed and lets go…i rented a friends house up in ft lauderdale and they are out for the night, so we can have our fun there.” Tom, with some hope, asked, “can we hold this off until tomorrow…Im really tired from the game, after being hit by Will smith all game long…its not that easy…” Drew was upset about this, but he agreed that it had been a tiring day, so they would resume the following day….So Drew left and Brady went to his room, wondering what he was going to do….
Should he leave…What if Drew really does spread a rumor…i dont want to turn into Vick….These thoughts ran through his mind all night, and he ended up getting only about six hours of sleep…He wasnt as tired, but his head was still a bit groggy after getting hit quite a few times…
It was around ten oclock when he heard a knock on his door…Tom was hoping that his room mate wouldnt awake….He went to the door, looked to see who it was, and it was none other than Drew….His heart sank, but he had to open the door…..he got changed into a t shirt and shorts, like brees, to be comfortable in the warm Miami weather…..they both grabbed some breakfast, and left for Ft. Lauderdale….Drew tried talking, but Tom refused to say anything, having been thinking about the torture alll drive long.
They got to the house around ten forty’ish and went inside….it was pretty empty for the most part, with a few chairs here and there, pictures and murals on the wall, but a pretty lavish kitchen…Since there were no bedrooms downstairs, they went up and fount the masterroom… Drew said “Perfect!” when he saw that the bed had posts on the corner, and it was a pretty big bed, almost seven feet long and a good 6 feet wide; the bed needed to be this big since brady is 6’4″ and has a pretty long armlength….
Drew left the room for a minute and came back with a pair of handcuffs and some rope….he had a nasty grin on his face, and Tom could only gove a slight grin, but only out of nervousness….Drew then said “take off the shirt, shorts, and shoes.” Tom exlaimed “WHAT? are you nuts???” Drew responded “no, i am not….take it off, otherwise i will tickle you for longer with your shirt on…” This made Brady shiver for a second, and, reluctantly, he took off his shoes, shorts and shirt…he was only left with his socks and boxers on, and felt a bit chilly, but withstandable. His slightly hairy chest and thickly hairy armpits were exposed and would be for the next hour and forty minutes…Drew then requested “get on the bed, spread eagle” and he followed his directions….Brees cuffed his hands to the top posts of the bed and tied his ankles to the bottom posts with the rope…”oh, I almost forgot….” he ran out quickly and came back in thirty seconds, holding a watch and feather…..Boy, I am going to get it, brady thought to himself….brees set the stopwatch for an hour and forty one minutes, so that he would get the full one hour and forty mintues, and gave brady one minute to think about the torture he was going to recieve…”this is going to be an hour and forty minutes of nonstop fun”….and brady had a hard breath of air, as though it would be his last….Brees started the watch, and waited untill one minute had passed…Brady was already sweating and giggling, not being touched whatsoever…his only comfort was that atleast the bed was comfortable…drew acted like he was about to tickle brady the last few seconds, wiggling his fingers in the air…..fifteen seconds…..ten seconds….five seconds….four…..three…two….one….and so it began….
His loud, booming laugh was dominating and even surprised brees….Drew was not expecting his loud of a laugh, but he soon rid of the shock and got excited, thinking that this was going to be one heck of a day…His first attack was to the sides, and brady could not do anything…Normally, when he was tickled, he would get into a fetal position and cross his arms over stomach so it could protect most of his body, but now, restrained to the bed, practically his whole body was vulnerable.
“Hahahaha dreww….hahahahas…st-hahaha-stop….you-hahaha-jack ass…” brady stupidly said, and brees retaliated “every time you curse at me, ill add a minute, and you know i am serious.” brady just kept on laughing, not able to answer him. Brees just kept up the tickle on his sides for ten minutes before he finally gave brady a 30 second break….”you are luck that I am giving you a break…” Brady did not want to answer him, since he might say something that would make him anrgy and tickle him more, so he kept quiet and tried to catch his breath. By the time the patriot’s star got a hold of himself, brees went right back to tickling him….now on the stomach and sides…..brady thrashed all over the bed, with his loud laugh filling all of the rooms in the house.
“If someone hears you, you are gonna get it big time…ill tickle you again AND tell some stuff….” brees said with a wide smile on his face….”hehe-I-hahahahaha-I cant-haha-I cant help it-hahahahahaha-NOOOOOO-hahahahahaha-not the-hahahahaha-not the navel-hahaha!” brady cried out to his regret…brees immediately got the feather and twirled it in his navel for a good five minutes and brady could not get away…..Brees had done a good job of tying him up and brady would have to break the bed to even move a few inches….Brady tried pulling in his stomach through the tickling….but it wasted a bit of energy and brees only continued tickling it….
Brees stopped after about fifteen minute passed, giving Tom another thirty second break…Brady’s breathing had become very quick now, since it seemed like he got only a few breaths in during the tickling episode….
“Hmm….maybe we should go to the feet…” brees said out loud, and Tom’s eyes widened in horror….Tom’s feet were still socked, but it wouldnt matter; his feet were ridiculously ticklish any time….Brees first started on the sole, and Brady giggled a little bit, but not the same powerful laugh as before….he tried to get his feet away from brees’ wiggling fingers, but he could not do so…
Brees then took off his socks after five minutes and tickled his toes, which now got him to laugh like his normal…brees grabbed the feather and twirled it in between his toes and brady thrashed his body, this time, however, moving the bed slightly….”You are going to break the bed you know…Ill just tie you on the ground and tickle you still….you break it, and ill start it all over” brees tried to tell him, but brady couldnt hear him over his own laughter….he just kept on laughing and barely heard anything…..he was sweating like crazy and, just what he feared, the sweat dripped down his sides and armpits and his laughter elevated to a whole new level, which Brees thought was impossible….brady was laughing so hard that it didnt even sound like laughing anymore…..it was more like multiple coughs in a small time span….brees switched his methods a few times, sometimes lightly stroking the arches, then tickling the toes again with the feather and then going back to the soles….Brady was in a fit of laughter and it seemed as though he was losing shimself….
Brees decided to give him a two minute break….even after stopping, brady kept on laughing because of the dripping sweat….so Drew got a towel and cleaned up the sweat on Brady’s torso….”Damnit Drew, this is nuts…Im gonna get you for this….you know that…you just watch when Im outta here” brady yelled at him…”Of course you will (in disbelief)….but for right now, I got you and you cant go anywhere….I still have fifty minutes of fun left…Now, lets see how your thighs and the parts under your knee hold up” so he grabbed the feather and swiftly moved it around his thighs and used the other hand to lightly tickle the tender part under his knee….Tom yelped and lifted his body off the bed and fell and did so continuously…”Gotcha….this must be a good spot…I think I might stay here for the rest of the time.” and Tom looked like he was about to cry, but he didnt…he only laughed….and laughed even more…It felt like a million years enduring this, but, for some reason, it did not feel as bad as he thought it would….yes, it made him laugh a lot, but it wasnt the torture he thought it could be….Could he be enjoying this? Could he be liking Drew tickle the crap out of him? He soon lost thought when Brees used both hands now to tickle the thighs and Brady was lost in a world of laughter like before….now, he started yelling and laughing, which worried, yet excited brees…and he kept this up until forty minutes were left…
“I wonder if you are enjoying this” Drew asked, but Tom remarked “HAHAHA-en–HAHAHAHAHAHAHAjoy this? are-hahahayou nuts-hahahaha…” and his voice trailed off into his laughter…Brees stopped and now moved back up to the torso…he tickled his ribs now, and brady tried moving away, but to no avail, he was stuck there…..His shrieks were very loud now and Brees wondered if any windows were open….He contemplated stopping and seeing if any were, but he thought that brady would not feel the true torture that he had endured many times when he was in the Sigma Chi frat….He wondered if Brady knew about it…but that would be for later…he kept up his assault on the ribs until a half hour was left…and he gave the loser a two minute break, for fear of him passing out…Brees quickly checked that all of the windows were closed, because he had a feeling that Brady would laugh his loudest…He came back and Tom had his eyes closed, looking like he was asleep….Brees, worried that he made him pass out, patted him on the face…”Tom….Tom….you okay? Tom…wake up.” tom really wasnt passed out, but hoping that Drew would believe his bluff and take him out of the ropes and handcuffs…but Drew seemed to read his mind temporarily….and he taunted “hmm….Brady has passed out….then i guess he wouldnt feel this…” and twirled the feather in his navel….Tom tried his hardest not to laugh or move, but he could only do so for a second, and then started lauging again…”So, whenever i feel like it, i will resume the rest of the thirty minutes….”Brees said. “NO….JUST-HAHA-GET IT-HAHAHAHA-OVER WITH-HAHAHAHA” Brees gave a little pity, and stopped…..gave him a few seconds and then started the final thirty minutes…
Brees went straight for the sweet spot and Brady screamed….the relentless tickler was a bit shocked at how loudly he yelled, but he did not stop the tickling….he wiggled his fingers all around the patriot’s star players’ armpits and thought he was in heaven….here he was, tickling his idol to his pleasure and the poor guy could do nothing….He was really getting into this, and thought that it would be fun to do it again later on…..
Lost in thought, he just kept up the assault on Tom’s armpits, first lightly stroking up and down the tender muscle areas on the sides of his hairy pit, then doing a vibrating motion with his fingers around the hair, and then finally just digging into the hair, which made Tom yelp and laugh uncontrollably…Drew kept on tickling him there for a few minutes until he decided that he would try to tickle his worst spots at the same time….so he quickly took off his shoes and socks, then got on top of Brady, tickling his feet with his fingers and his armpits with his toes….initially, Tom was confused about what he was doing, but he didnt have enough time to understand until it hit him..Brady bucked and jumped all over the bed, trying to escape…”DREW-HEHEHE—STTTTT-HEHE—-OOOOOPPPP-HEHEHE” Tom said, uselessly, but Brees just kept on tickling him…..Tom thought to himself, Im gonna die of laughter; he will never stop; I will die…..and, to Brady’s pleasure, Drew said he had five minutes left….Tom was quite relieved at this, but was still being tickled, so he decided that he just better enjoy the last few minutes of it, so he just kept on laughing……Drew went back to just tickling the armpits and there was only laughter…..loud and booming, just how he wanted it…
After the five minutes ended, the watch sounded off and Brees stopped…”I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did…” Drew said and he started untying Brady….the helpless soul just stayed on the bed, motionless, catching his breath….”Well then, maybe next time, we can do this again.” Brees said with a smug grin, and the patriot just grunted….once completely out of the restraints, Brady slowly got up and went into the bathroom and took a shower….Drew cleaned up the place, fixed the bed and put the feather, rope and cuffs away. He thought to himself, “Damn, that was fun. Its too bad that he probably did not enjoy it…or did he? Then again, I thought it would be wierd, but I like it; Damn, it would be fun to do it again.” After Tom was done, brees showered and then both had some stuff to eat…around 2 o’clock, Brees was about to leave when Tom yelled for him to come quickly…he walked quickly to where he thought Tom would be, but couldnt find him. Tom called Brees again, but from upstairs, so Drew went up…..the Saint went back into the bedroom where he tickled Tom and as soon as he entered, he tripped himself and fell to the floor; Tom got on top of him, making sure he couldnt get up….Tom asked, half-innocently, “Were you hard during that thing?” Brees responded with the same question. Neither of them answered, but they both had large smiles on their faces…….