By JerryB
“Hey Anthony, I need to borrow $100 I owe my nephew.” Sid hated that he had to say this. But, that was the bet. The bet was $100, borrowed and you had to tell why you owed the money. Sid and his nephew John made some crazy bets, usually endurance tests. John had a favorite endurance game though. Sid never agreed outright, but sometimes they had a bet to draw for an endurance torture. Three times in five years, Sid drew John’s favorite torture. This time, it had a twist.
There was always money involved, usually a lot of money. This time, the amount of money was small but having to borrow it made it the ultimate humiliation.
“Sure Sid. It’s none of my business, but why do you owe your nephew $100?” Tony asked.
“I lost a torture challenge game to John, and the bet was I had to borrow the money to pay him.”
“A torture challenge! That sounds kind of like a fraternity thing.”
Sid had to explain that he and John have been playing these sorts of games since John was about 16. Sometimes it was arm wrestling or drinking beer or push-ups. Sometimes it involved tortures like gut punching. They always bet on how much the other could take. The challenge had to be real.
“So what was your torture?” asked Tony.
“I had to have my feet tickled for one hour without giving in.,” said Sid.
“You what! And you gave in too! Man, that is one rough bet.” Tony couldn’t help laughing at Sid’s predicament.
Tony was a hunk of a man. He was 47, with graying blond hair and a bushy mustache. At 5’11”, he weighed in at 190 pounds of muscle. Tony had kept in shape doing karate at competition level. He was a fine tuned machine, muscular from his fingers to his toes. His face was handsome, with a long roman nose and strong chin. The nose had been broken, but that only added to his appearance and made him look a little dangerous.
“Okay, I told you why. You don’t need to rub it in.”
Tony put his arm around his friend. “Hey, don’t be ashamed. I bet the same thing once. I won my bet, but I know what you went through.”
Sid was shocked. “So, you have been tied up and tickle tortured on a bet?”
Tony explained that when he was studying martial arts in Japan, one of his teachers arranged a test of his concentration. He was tied to a bench and his feet were tickled for one hour. He was able to relax enough that he wasn’t ticklish. They tried everything on him for an hour and he never cracked. They even drew on his soles with pens and ran brushes between his toes. He beat the test to the surprise of his teachers.
“You haven’t met John. John is an expert and he loves tickling feet. I have never lasted against him, not even for 30 minutes.”
Tony was intrigued. “I just think you are a softy. I could last an hour. I could last more than an hour.”
“You think so! Let’s go talk to John and see if you two might work something out.”
“Sounds good. And while we are at it, let’s win back your money.”
John was a handsome man. Six feet tall and slender at 170 pounds, he was still very strong and agile. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes and aristocratic features. He was addicted to betting games and personal challenges. Even more, he was addicted to tickling. He loved nothing better than making a grown man laugh like a boy and beg for mercy. Lately, he had been trying to think of a way to get Tony in his clutches. Tony looked like a real challenge, someone worthy of his talented fingers. John knew Tony was the only man Sid would even consider confessing to so he was the only one he would borrow from.
Sid arranged a Saturday at his house while his wife was away shopping. The three men met to negotiate a challenge.
“How much can you take? We already know you can take an hour of tickle torture with no effect. One hour isn’t much of a challenge. I’m willing to put up $500. How much time do you think that buys me to break you.” said John.
“Okay, let’s make it two hours. That should be enough to prove I can take your worst.”
“No, three hours, but I will throw in a revenge torture of your choice for me if you win.”
Tony thought a minute. He didn’t know about three hours, but he didn’t want to back down either. “Okay, three hours. Feet only. And we are playing for Sid’s $100 too. Get ready to pay your debt.”
“One more rule. When you beg me to stop, you must endure five more minutes of tickling before it ends.”
“Yeah right, if you say so boy.”
They led Tony down to the basement where Sid had been tickled only a few days before. Sid could still feel tingling in his feet any time he thought about the experience. It made him shudder. In the basement was a wooden bench, long enough for a man to lie down on. Tony lay down on his back while John and Sid wrapped a long rope from his chest to his ankles. When they were done, Tony couldn’t move an inch, coiled with his hands at his sides.
“Time starts when I remove your shoes.” John said. “$500 in just three hours work. That is over $160 per hour. And the best part is you won’t feel a thing.” John laughed at his own joke.
Off came the work boots and then the white socks. Tony’s socks were a little sweaty. Maybe he was more nervous than he thought. His feet were size 10 ½ and wide. His soles were meaty and lightly callused. They were handsome, manly feet. Well groomed but tough. To finish him off, Anthony’s big toes were tied together with shoelaces and then tied back tightly to the rope on his thighs.
John opened his bag of tricks as Sid marked the time. He pulled out a bottle of hand lotion and began massaging it into Tony’s feet. Once they were rubbed soft, he applied a little mineral oil to make them slick. Then John took out a hair dryer and began toasting Tony’s soles.
“Hey, what’s with the drier?” Tony asked.
“Just warming you up.” John said. “This counts as part of the three hours.
John toasted Tony’s feet until they were hot and wiggling to get out of the way. Then he applied more lotion and massaged them some more. More oil. More heat. More lotion. More oil. For 15 minutes John tenderized Tony’s feet. At the end of that time, they were very soft to the touch and dark pink from the heat. “That should be enough for even a tough guy like you.”
Tony was getting uncomfortable from the heat. His soles felt sun burned and sensitive. He was glad to hear John was through with the drier.
“Now, let’s see if you are ready.” John began dancing his sharp finger nails on the balls of Tony’s right foot, just where the arch meets.
The tingling was a surprise to Tony. He tried to move his feet away, but with his toes tied back, there was no place to go. If only he could make it stop. From the first touch, Tony had lost his concentration. Already he was beginning to squirm.
“Are you feeling that? Am I hitting the right spot, or should I move a little higher?” John said as he danced his fingers lightly up under Tony’s toes.
Tony’s face was now a smiling mask of terror. He was trying to hold himself together, but he was feeling his resolve begin to crumble. He needed to laugh so badly, his stomach was trembling. But he didn’t want to give into the torture yet. He could get control if he just relaxed. Tony closed his eyes and began taking deep breaths. He could block this out if he tried.
“Only two hours and forty minutes to go Tony. I don’t know about you, but I could do this all day. Hey, which foot do you think is most sensitive?” As John began tickling the Tony’s left foot, it happened. Tony let out a chuckle. That was followed by another and another as John began picking up the pace on Tony’s soles. Soon Tony’s deep chuckles had dissolved into uncontrollable continuous laughter. He was sweating and beginning to thrash around. Then there was a pause. What now?
“Time to warm up your soles just a little more Tony,” John said as he applied the hair drier once again. I don’t want you cooling off on me now.
“No, no, nah, come on, no more with the hair dryer!” Tony said.
“Ready to give up in less than 30 minutes?” John reminded him.
“No,” he said with conviction.
“No, we are going for three hours, remember? I think you should just relax and enjoy this as much as you can.”
With that, John put down the drier and began wiggling his fingers towards Tony’s soles, like a villain in a silent movie. Tony’s face was covered with a mask like grin from ear to ear as he tried his hardest to hold back his chuckles.
“You’re laughing already, tough guy. And I haven’t even touched you yet,” he said as his fingers danced towards those red-hot tender soles. With that, he began scribbling his nails up and down Tony’s feet. Instantly Tony erupted into laughter, throwing his head back and wailing, tossing side to side.
“No, no no no no nooooo hohohohohohoh hahahahahahahahaaaaaaa…..”
After about 15 minutes of relentless tickling, John stopped. “You are ¼ o the way there bud. Keep it up, you are doing great.”
“Please, I need a break.” Tony said, weakly.
“You aren’t giving in, are you?”
“No, just a break.”
“For a minute, I thought you were trying to fool me. I get it. I’ll do this for you, but I don’t do this for everyone. I know you don’t want me to misinterpret anything you say to mean that you are giving up. This is a matter of pride and all.” With that, John pulled out a red bandanna and twisted it into a knot. Then, he shoved it in Anthony’s mouth and tied it around his head. “There, now you won’t give in until you are good and ready.”
With that, he pulled out feathers and began a prolonged tickling routine that was honed from practice. He started out with only enough pressure to make Tony giggle continuously, but he gradually picked up the pace and changed to more durable tools like hair brushes and vibrators. This went on and on for 15 minute intervals with short breaks when Tony looked like he could take no more.
Tony almost liked the sensations for the first hour, but gradually it became impossible to think of anything but making it stop. His lungs ached. He was covered in sweat. He couldn’t even think any longer. All he could do was react. Even the thought of anything touching his feet made him feel panicked.
Finally, John brought out a fork and said “This ought to send you right over the top!” Tony’s bladder was starting to feel full and the site of the fork made him panic. He began tossing his head from side to side. John dragged the fork up and down his soles sending tickling shock waves through his body. The look of panic in his eyes was intense as he shook his head side to side.
“Mnnnooooo, mnoooo, mnoooo!”
John stopped.
“You give in?”
Tony shook his head yes, as hard as he could.
“You did great. I congratulate you. Two hours and forty minutes, you were nearly there.” John untied the gag.
“Thank you,” was all Tony could say.
“Sure thing. Now, just five more minutes and we are through.”
“WHAT!”
“A deal is a deal. Five more minutes after you give in.” With that, John returned to tickling in earnest, knowing he had only five minutes of fun to go.