Paul and Cody

By Keith Steeclif

Paul

Paul first saw Cody at the gym. Paul had secret crushes on many of the guys that worked out there, but Cody really drew his attention. He was a huge guy, probably 6’6″. He was solidly muscled, but not a bodybuilder. He had black hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. He was wearing a very tight t-shirt that only made it down as far as the top of his belly button.

That first day, Paul extended his workout until Cody was done and then followed him to the sauna. Cody sat in the sauna in just a swimsuit and Paul found everything about Cody was perfect. He started up a conversation with him and Cody seemed very friendly.

After a few weeks of seeing Cody in the gym, they forged the beginnings of a friendship. With Memorial Day coming up, Paul took a chance and invited Cody to stay with him at his cabin up by the lake. He was pleasantly surprised when Cody accepted.

Cody

Cody joined the gym by his apartment shortly after moving to the city. He swore that he was going to make a new start and that he wouldn’t find himself constantly in the same position he’d found himself the last ten years, since the infamous hypnotist incident at his eighteenth birthday party.

The first day at the gym, however, Cody noticed a guy who was paying particular attention to him. He was wearing a t-shirt that was a bit too short for him, and whenever he was doing an exercise where he lifted his arms up, he noticed the guy staring at his exposed belly button and washboard abs. Then the guy showed up in the sauna just as Cody had laid down on a bench and he took a seat across from Cody and kept staring. Cody thought he recognized that look.

But the man didn’t try anything and introduced himself as Paul. They saw each other at the gym frequently, Paul always seemed to work out the same time as Cody and always ended up in the sauna afterward. But Paul still didn’t make a move and Cody started to think he was just being paranoid. He’d been in the city for a few weeks and hadn’t made any friends yet for fear of where is could lead. But he also couldn’t shake that little specter of need in the back of his head. And when Paul invited him to his cabin for the weekend, Cody decided to take the chance and say yes.

Paul

Paul’s cabin was in an isolated section along the far side of the lake. There were no other cabins anywhere nearby. Cody seemed to really like the cabin and the location. When they got there, Paul showed him around.

“Only one bedroom though,” Paul said, “You’re welcome to the bed and I’ll take the couch, but the couch is not very comfortable. I thought maybe we could share.”

Paul was very excited when Cody agreed and he proceeded to make dinner while Cody went for a swim in the lake. They ate on the deck and Cody remained in just his swimsuit for the entire evening.

They watched a rented movie and Paul was distracted the whole time, stealing glances toward Cody who was laying on the couch, his feet up on the armrest. After the movie, they got ready for bed. It was a warm evening, but not too hot for air conditioning, so they two men laid down on top of the covers.

Paul was anxious, Cody laying just inches from him. His mind was racing, he was nervous. Then he couldn’t stand it any longer and he sat up, and then turned around and put his pillow at the other end of the bed and laid back down with his head at the end of the bed. Cody had his back to Paul and didn’t stir. Paul laid on his side and was glad he’d left the hallway light on.

Cody

Cody was really impressed by the cabin and the scenery was spectacular. When Paul showed him the one bedroom and suggested they share the bed, Cody was at first hesitant. But Paul still hadn’t made any suspect moves, so Cody agreed. Then as Paul made dinner, he took a dip in the lake.

Cody had always preferred being shirtless and hated all manner of foot wear, so he ate in just his swimsuit and never changed to anything else. He knew this manner of undress was risky, but it was more comfortable.

During the movie, he could sense Paul looking his way many times, and he kept expecting to feel something any second, but still Paul didn’t do anything and Cody started to chastise himself for being paranoid.

When they laid down to sleep, Cody turned on his side to keep his upper body turned away from Paul, just in case, but still he didn’t try anything. Then as Cody was starting to relax, Paul stirred. When he settled back down, Cody didn’t look back, but knew he had changed position on the bed. Cody’s heart was racing and he was sure it was starting again. He was nervous, but a little excited at the same time.

Paul

In the glow from the hallway light, Paul could easily gaze at Cody’s bare soles. He had such large feet, but they were very well shaped, not too long and skinny, but high arched and just wide enough with adorable, plump toes. Cody’s face was so close he could catch the slight aroma of clean feet, which he loved. Paul knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, but he was afraid of how Cody would react. So he stared at Cody’s bare soles for a very long time.

Cody

Cody could feel Paul’s eyes fixed on his bare soles. He didn’t dare move or wiggle his toes at all, knowing how guys found that so tempting. He was nervous, scared, and excited and he kept waiting for it to start. But it didn’t. Minutes went past and Paul wasn’t stirring at all. After about thirty minutes, Cody started to think that maybe he would get through the first night okay and started to relax.

Paul

After thirty minutes, Paul couldn’t stand it any more. He reached out with an index finger and pressed it to the ball of Cody’s right foot.

Cody

Just was he was starting to drift off to sleep, Cody felt a finger on the ball of his foot. It was starting again. He dreaded what was going to happen next, but he also knew deep down inside he was looking forward to it too. It was a terribly contradictory addiction that he’d developed ever since his eighteenth birthday. That’s when he’d let the hypnotist that was hired for his party put him under and his friends had made the suggestion that changed his life.

Now, Cody waited anxiously for that finger to move. Many seconds went by and Cody started to think that maybe Paul asleep and just touching his foot accidentally. Then he started to feel the fingernail slowly start to slide down toward the center of his bare sole.

Cody tried to steel himself. He thought that if he could just stave off a reaction for a stroke or two, then Paul would give up. If he could just not laugh.

But Paul’s finger was only half way down his sole and Cody knew he was lost. The slow scrape of the nail was maddening and Cody was fighting hard to suppress a laugh. The programming from the hypnotist was as strong as ever and Cody could feel all his muscles go limp. And he couldn’t help it, but his toes started to wiggle. He knew he was done for.

Paul

Paul hesitated for several seconds, then he started to draw his finger downward. He was only part way down the center of Cody’s foot when his toes started to wiggle. Paul never could resist wiggling toes and he scraped a little bit harder as he continued down the sole and started to hear a laugh coming from Cody. Paul was done for.

He drew his finger up Cody’s sole and then back down again. Cody burst out laughing, his toes wiggling, but amazingly, he didn’t pull his foot away or try to protect his right sole with his left foot. He just laid there, not moving, except for wiggling toes, and laughing hysterically. Paul continued tickling his right sole, stroking up and down with his index finger.

Cody

Ten years ago, at his eighteenth birthday party, Cody’s best friend had a pool party at his house and had hired a hypnotist. Cody allowed himself to be hypnotized. Once under, the hypnotist had asked Cody’s friends to come up with something to do to him. His best friend had remarked that Cody was extremely ticklish. So the hypnotist had given Cody a suggestion. He told Cody that whenever he felt himself being tickled, he would lose all voluntary control of his muscles, meaning he couldn’t pull away or defend himself or move at all. Oddly, the hypnotist had added that the only thing he could do was wiggle his toes.

When the hypnotist woke Cody up, he was totally unaware of the suggestion and felt wonderful. But a few minutes later, his best friend came up to where he was laying on a chair, sunning himself and ran a finger up his left sole. His best friend knew how debilitatingly ticklish he was and was always trying to tickle him, but Cody was a big, muscular guy, and he could always defend himself. But this time, Cody’s whole body went limp and as his friend kept tickling his foot, Cody started laughing but couldn’t move.

He didn’t know what was going on, but the other guys at the party came over. One of them started tickling his other foot and a couple of the other guys lifted his arms up over his head and started to tickle his abs, ribs, and armpits. Cody was hysterical, begging them to stop, but totally unable to move. His friends tickled him for many minutes and then told him what the hypnotist had done.

The hypnotist had assured Cody that the suggestion would wear off in a day or two, but it never did. For the rest of high school, Cody was tickled almost daily by the other boys. Usually they would catch him in gym class when he was changing. They’d sneak up behind him and tickle his ribs and he would collapse in a defenseless heap. Then they’d pull off his sneakers and socks and take turns tickling him all over, until he was red faced and exhausted.

When Cody left for college, he thought he might finally escape all the tickling. But it didn’t take long for his roommate to discover how ticklish he was, and then to discover his secret. Almost every night, Cody would wake up to find that his roommate had uncovered his feet and was stroking his bare soles. Then, once he was awake, would proceed to tickle him to his limits.

Other men at campus discovered his secret too, and Cody found himself getting tickled all the time. And then he met James, who took the tickling to the next level. He would always tickle Cody beyond anything the other men did, but then lead Cody to climax. A conclusion he had always secretly desired. Since then, Cody had struggled with a love/hate relationship with the tickling.

And it continued when Cody graduated college and moved to another city. Somehow, men couldn’t resist tickling him, even before they knew he was ticklish. Maybe it was because Cody seldom wore shirts or footwear. Being a lifeguard made that easy. But invariably, guys would find out his terrible secret and Cody would find himself a helpless tickle toy.

Now, moving to a new city, Cody had sworn he would try to stay away from it. Yet, here he was again. He knew that look in Paul’s eyes that first day in the sauna as he stared at Cody’s bare soles. Cody should have avoided Paul after that, but he didn’t. In fact, despite his oath to himself, he found himself drawn to Paul and had to admit that he was getting a bit disappointed that Paul hadn’t made a move up to this point.

But now he was running his finger up and down Cody’s bare right sole and Cody’s body was totally limp and he was laughing and laughing. He was anxious, not knowing how far Paul was going to take this, but he was excited too from the not knowing. He felt a rise.

Paul

When Cody didn’t trying to move or protect his right foot, Paul started rolling all his fingers up and down the entire sole and wiggling toes and Paul was laughing hysterically. He was begging Paul to stop although he was free to pull away or get up. But he didn’t move. So Paul started tickling both his soles, and Cody laughed even louder.

Paul tickled his feet for several minutes, getting more and more excited. This was the first guy that he’d ever tickled like this before. He turned around on the bed and pulled Cody onto his back. He lifted Cody’s arms up over his head, exposing his deep armpits.

“Please no, not that,” Cody said, laying there with is arms up and no attempt to put them back down.

“If you don’t like it, then why don’t you stop me? You’re a really big, muscular guy.”

“I can’t. When I’m tickled, I can’t move at all. Please stop. Don’t tickle me any more, please.”

“You seem to be enjoying it,” Paul said, pointing at the tent in his pants.

“Please, I’m so ticklish, it drives me crazy.”

“I’m sorry, Cody, but it drives me crazy too,” Paul said and straddled Cody’s waist. Then he started to tickle Cody’s rock hard stomach.

Cody

Cody’s laughter was immediate as soon as Paul touched his stomach and it grew in intensity as Paul moved up across his ribs and then up into his ultra-sensitive armpits. Cody wasn’t sure what was more ticklish, his feet or his armpits. He thought his feet was more ticklish but, because he could wiggle his toes, this someone made it more tolerable than his armpits where he could do nothing to relieve the ticklish sensation of his shaved pits. Paul really seemed to be enjoying himself. Cody had seen that look many times before and knew he was in for a long night. He just hoped Paul would eventually give him a break or two.

But thirty minutes later, Paul was still tickling his ribs and armpits without mercy. Between fits of laughter and heavy panting, Cody begged Paul to stop, telling him over and over how ticklish he was, as if Paul couldn’t tell. The big, muscular guy was completely helpless to the onslaught of tickling and could do nothing but laugh and laugh hard.

And Cody had realized some time ago, that this was part of the reason he was never able to get away from it. Secretly, his body wanted it. He wanted to be dominated and his ticklishness was the perfect weakness for other men to exploit.

And then Paul did something that the most effective ticklers in Cody’s past always did, he started to taunt him. And Cody knew how this was going to end.

Paul

Paul was so enraptured by Cody’s ticklish body that he found he couldn’t stop himself. The more that Cody laughed helplessly, the more excited he became. He felt so powerful, being able to control this muscle hunk so completely with the lightest strokes to his incredible body and amazing feet. Paul had always dreamed of tickling guys without mercy and he finally found his dream coming true.

“I’m going to tickle you to death,” Paul taunted. “You are so ticklish, Cody, I bet I really could. But don’t worry, I would never tickle you to death. Then I wouldn’t be able to tickle you again, and again, and again, and again.”

Paul returned to the end of the bed, “And such adorable feetsies, Cody. So very ticklish. I wish I had a feather so I could tickle those tender soles properly. Oh wait a minute, I think I do.”

Paul went to his dresser drawer and returned with a long, stiff feather. “Oh no, please, not that,” Cody managed to sputter. But Paul’s eyes were burning with desire and he knelt on the floor at the end of the bed and brought the tip of the feather to Cody’s left heel. As he slowly started to pull it upward, he said, “Kootchy, kootchy, koo.” Cody’s hysterical laughter increased to a fevered pitch and his toes wiggles furiously, wrinkling Cody’s adorable soles as the feather tormented his super ticklish foot flesh. Paul was completely and utterly lost.

Cody

The combination of the verbally teasing and the feather on his bare soles made Cody completely and utterly lost. With just his feet being stroked and tickled, he felt it coming. His whole body started to buck and quiver. It wouldn’t be long now.

Paul

Cody’s reaction to the foot feathering was so intense that Paul found himself close to climax without a single touch. The mere sight of this ticklish hunk bucking and laughing, his feet squirming and his toes wiggling, and the laughter getting louder and louder was all that was needed. But just as Paul was getting close, Cody’s whole body froze. He let out an incredibly loud and long groan and finally collapsed back on the bed completely spent.

But Paul was still stroking his bare soles with the feather and suddenly, the tickling became must worse for Cody. It was, in the purest sense of the words, complete tickle torture.

Cody

The part Cody feared the most was upon him. Having just finished his business, Paul was still tickling his feet with the feather. His nerves were on fire and no matter how bad it tickled before, it was now one hundred times worse and Cody was in ticklish agony, laughing and begging for Paul to stop.

Paul

Despite Cody’s predicament, Paul couldn’t stop. The sight of his guy going absolutely crazy over the feather across his soles was making Paul so excited he wanted to go on forever. But then he too froze and let out a groan and dropped the feather as it played itself out. He leaned forward, pressing his face against Cody’s bare soles as he slowly began to recover.

Cody

Once Paul finally stopped the tickling, Cody was surprised, as he always was, of how fast he recovered. Soon he was able to move again and he went into the bathroom and took a shower. As was also the case afterward, Cody felt invigorated and very satisfied, but also swore he hoped it would never happen again. Why was something that he found so unbearable also the same thing he found desirable? He was trapped in an endless loop of dread and hoping. And he realized that despite his tickle torturing tendencies, he liked Paul very much.

Paul

After Cody finished in the shower, Paul took one too. When he returned to the bedroom, Cody was laying on his stomach on the bed in a pair of shorts. Paul picked up a bottle of lotion, laid on his stomach with his head at the end of the bed and squirted some lotion on the soles of Cody’s feet. He then started to massage it in, taking care not to tickle the poor, ticklish hunk. At least, trying not to tickle him for the time being, although Cody still giggled at the touch.

Cody

When Paul returned from the shower and ran lines of lotion down the center of Cody’s upturned soles, he thought he was about to get another tickling. But instead, Paul massaged his feet. Even so, it tickled a little and Cody started giggling and his body went limp. But Cody was able to withstand the loving attention to his feet and appreciated the gesture very much. And despite the nagging tickling sensation, it still felt wonderful.

And Paul asked Cody about the inability to defend himself from tickling and Cody told him about the hypnotist and about the dozens of men who had exploited his weakness ever since.

Unfortunately, the stories from his past seemed to excite Paul and soon he was lightly scraping his nails along Cody’s lotion-slicked soles and Cody knew the tickling was about to begin again. He dreaded it, yet couldn’t wait for it to start.

Paul

As Cody told him about the hypnotist and all the guys that had tickled him in the past, Paul gazed at Cody’s bare soles and plump toes and knew he couldn’t hold out for much longer. He couldn’t blame any of those men for wanting to tickle these adorable feet for hours and hours, and he knew he’d spend the whole night, and probably the entire long weekend, doing that very thing.

As Paul started to stroke Cody’s soles, which were slick and glossy from the lotion, and as Cody started to wiggle his toes and his giggles began to grow, Paul said, “Are you a man of your word?”

“Yes, I am” Cody said emphatically.

“Good, because I intend to tickle torture your feet until you vow to be my tickle toy forever.”

“There’s no need,” Cody said, “as you’ve already seen, you can tickle me whenever you want and there is nothing I can do about it. And besides, you’re going to tickle torture my feet all night anyway, aren’t you.”

“True,” Paul replied.

“Right now, you are staring at my bare soles, thinking about how ticklish they are and how you are going to enjoy using your fingers and that feather to torment my ticklish skin all night long. The lotion has made my feet extra soft and probably glistening in the light and you’re staring at all the wrinkles on my upturned soles thinking how much you are going to enjoy watching my toes wiggle in a futile attempt to escape your relentless tickling. And after tickling my feet for hours and hours, and making me hysterical and hoarse from laughter, you will hopefully take enough pity on my to let me get some rest before you start the tickling all over again.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right. You’ve experienced this before.”

“Many, many times. And it was foolish of me to think I could move to another city and get away from it. I’ve come to realize that consciously or not, I attract ticklers like you and, if my lot in life is to be tickle tortured on a daily basis, then I’m glad I met you.”

“And I can make no apologies,” Paul said, “about how much I adore tickle torturing you. I know it must drive you insane, but you have the body of a Greek god and the ticklishness of a thousand men and I am going to spend every spare moment of my life tickling your amazing body and adorable feet in every situation imaginable, starting right now.”

And as Paul started to tickle Cody’s feet in earnest, and he broke out in hysterical laughter, Cody managed to sputter, “And everything is as it should be.”

Paul has been tickling Cody every day since.