Michigan Mike and the Feather of the Pharaohs

By MCF 74

 

“Michigan” Mike Flynn woke up at 3AM in a cold sweat. Another night…another intimate dream about “Arizona” Aaron Flynn. This was a common occurrence these days, and Mike was not happy about it at all. After their last encounter, Mike’s nemesis had found himself into both his dreams AND his nightmares. It was impossible to hate Aaron now, after discovering that the two had such an intimate connection. They had shared some of the most passionate moments of Mike’s life in that lost temple in India three months earlier. Those deep, wet, intensely hot kisses. Aaron’s sexy, masculine laughter as Mike tickled Aaron’s stunning bare feet. The intoxicating smell and taste of Aaron’s feet. It all haunted Mike as he tossed and turned late at night. He longed to be with Aaron again. But how? Aaron had gone into hiding for the most part, although contacts of Mike’s said they had seen him in remote parts of the world searching for lost treasure as he was prone to do. Mike needed something to lure Aaron out from the shadows. A dangling carrot that would be too tempting for Aaron to resist. Mike had pondered this possibility for weeks, but on this fateful night, it finally came to him.

“Of course!” Mike said out loud to himself. “The Feather.” The “Feather of the Pharaohs” was the one thing that Aaron used to obsess about recovering, but finally gave up on after a couple of years of intensive research and explorations. Mike had not bothered to go after the Feather himself because it was considered a wild goose chase even for the most experienced archaeologists and treasure hunters. The Feather was rumored to have been used in ancient times to punish the opponents of the Pharaohs by tickling their feet and forcing them to submit to the will of the Pharaohs. Incidentally, it was the first thing that had shaped Mike’s private interest in tickling feet. Just reading about all of those people begging for mercy as the Pharaoh ran the Feather up and down their soles and between their toes used to give Mike fantasies that he never thought he was capable of having. In fact, he had to hide his fascination in that particular object during his University days in order to stay closeted in his sexuality, which he was at the time.

It was shortly thereafter that Mike had finally come out and embraced who he was, although many people still didn’t know about him. Still, he had never indulged in his foot and tickling fetish..until that glorious day three months previously in which he had truly tickled Aaron so thoroughly that he had taken him to his limits. Oh, how he longed for that feeling again! And what better way to recapture that magic moment than by finding the elusive Feather of the Pharaohs and tickling Aaron with it. It would truly be a dream come true! More than the superficial pleasure of tickling Aaron again, he wanted to feel that incredible bond with him that he felt in each of their encounters, especially the last one. Mike felt that there was something deeper between them, and he wanted to explore that further.

But first, Mike had to get the Feather, and that wouldn’t be an easy task. Mike quickly booked a flight to Cairo, and was on it the next day. The expense didn’t matter, as time was of the essence. Shortly after landing in Cairo, Mike visited a close friend and contact, Sallah, who knew everything about Egyptian treasure. If anyone knew the potential whereabouts of the Feather, it was Sallah. Mike arrived at Sallah’s house and the two men sat on his deck overlooking the city and Pyramids in the distance. Sallah explained to Mike that the Feather was rumored to be buried in a secret chamber in the Great Pyramid of Giza. Aaron had searched for the anti-chamber a couple of years back but never found it. The anti-chamber itself was well-hidden within the Great Pyramid, but even if it was discovered, there was another obstacle even more daunting: Once inside, in order to open the safe holding the Feather, you had to endure a form of tickle torture yourself. It was a long-held and widely confirmed belief that you had to lay on a stone bed and place your bare feet inside of two holes in the wall. You were then subjected to a solid four hours’ worth of tickle-torture without being able to see what exactly was tickling you.

“Why four?” Mike asked. “The number four means ‘success’, so in ancient times, they must have assumed if you can endure that much tickle torture, you were considered a successful person.” “Huh, guess that makes sense…in a…weird sort of way,” Mike replied.

Once your feet were in the holes, you were stuck there to be tickled non-stop without any rest or relief.

“But what were in those holes doing the tickling?” Mike asked. Sallah responded “It is written that they were either non-lethal scarab beetles that scampered furiously all over your feet, tickling you to total insanity or maybe some kind of ancient tickle device that we haven’t discovered yet. Either way, you should be prepared to laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more!”

“OK, I get it! Oh man, this is gonna be brutal!” Mike said.

Mike knew that he had a rough road ahead of him to acquire the Feather…but it was worth it. Aaron was worth it. Mike wanted to reunite with Aaron again and was ready to go through Hell or high water to get the man that was once his hated rival.

Mike set off for the Great Pyramid and spent an entire week exploring the various chambers in the Great Pyramid. On the seventh day, out of nowhere, Mike came across a chamber on the southern side of the Great Pyramid. It had strange markings on the outside and Mike recognized the word “Laugh” which was written in ancient Egyptian.

“That’s curious,” Mike thought to himself. He held his torch in front of him to light the way down a passage that looked to be about twenty feet long. The ceiling to the passage got smaller and smaller as it progressed, and finally, Mike had to crawl through a hole that was only three or four feet tall at most. Finally, Mike emerged into a room that clearly wasn’t meant to be found easily. Mike turned on his flashlight and looked around the chamber walls. To his amazement and relief, he came to a realization: He was in the Chamber of the Feather! The hieroglyphics on the wall clearly indicated that this was the secret resting place of the Feather, as Mike looked in amazement at vivid picture after picture of the Pharaoh tickling different people on their feet. In these pictures, the Feather itself appeared to be bright gold, and looked like a genuine treasure. As Mike looked around, he found what he was looking for. There were two smallish holes in the side of the wall, big enough for…a person ankles. Mike was both relieved and terrified at the sight of it. He knew he was close to getting the Feather, but he also knew that he would have to pay dearly to get it.

“Could it be true?” Mike thought to himself. “Do I really have to put my feet in there in order to get this thing?” Mike had to find out. He removed his shoes and socks and sat down on the hard bed, placing his sleeping blanket beneath him for comfort. He took a deep breath, and reluctantly inserted both of his bare feet into the holes in the wall. He felt nothing at first, but then a sensation hit him like a load of bricks. An overwhelming barrage of tickling swarmed all over his soft, sensitive feet, prompting instant laughter on Mike’s part.

“ARRGHHH! NO FREAKING WAY!! Nothing can tickle THAT much! HAHAHA!! This had better be worth it!” Mike said out loud, as if anyone could hear him. Mike realized he was laughing out loud in a hysterical fashion, and hoped he could sustain his breathing and keep his composure for an entire day. He had to monitor his breathing and somehow make room to drink water, etc. Hours had passed and Mike still wasn’t able to stop laughing. He could breathe normally enough to not pass out, but just barely. The ticklish sensations all over Mike’s feet were damn near unbearable. Whatever was in those holes tickling him were covering the bases thoroughly. Mike’s feet were getting the full tickle treatment on top, on the sides, all over the soles and across the soles. It was almost too much to take. Almost. But Mike was in “Iron Man” mode and nothing would stop him from enduring it for as long as possible.

After a couple of hours of intense tickling, Mike was very glad that he was alone. He had spent the last couple of hours laughing relentlessly, and would have been embarrassed for anyone to see him in such a vulnerable condition. As much as he wanted the Feather to get Aaron’s attention, he was glad that Aaron wasn’t there to see it. Then, out of Mike’s worst nightmares, “Arizona” Aaron Flynn crawled into the room.

“Well well well. Look at what we have here!” Aaron said tauntingly. “You havin’ fun, Mikey?” Aaron quipped, grinning like a kid at Christmas.

Mike was in total shock. “Aaron, how the hell did you find me here? You could never find this place before! AHHH this tickles SO BAD!!!!” Mike shot at Aaron in between laughs, as his feet were still getting their tickle treatment.

“Well, you never were that good at covering up your tracks, so I paid your old buddy Sallah a visit. I knew you would see him since you’re as predictable as they come. So, I started searching the pyramid, heard you laughing your ass off and here I am! Haha!” Aaron quipped, winking at Mike and flashing his famous smile as he said it.

“You ass! You make it sound like I suck at this, look at what I found!” Mike retorted, still unable to contain his laughter from the tickling.

“Yeah buddy, look at you!” Aaron said as he sat down next to Mike’s head. “Whatever is in that wall must be giving it to you pretty good pal. You look and sound like you’re going through some serious tickle torture. Wish I was in there.” Aaron grinned at Mike.

Mike got an instant hard-on hearing Aaron say that like he did, and to see that beautiful, masculine smile. At the same time, he couldn’t relax too much because he was unable to stop laughing. Aaron looked into Mike’s eyes, and slowly lowered his face down to Mike’s, where he gently kissed Mike on his lips. Aaron’s kiss was as heavenly as Mike remembered it. He continued to kiss Mike for a while, although Mike had to laugh a lot while Aaron kissed him. That seemed to turn Aaron on even more. After a couple more hours, whatever was tickling Mike in those holes seemed to suddenly stop, much to Mike’s relief. He was covered in sweat, and his entire body was aching from laughing non-stop for four straight hours. Still, Aaron’s presence and affectionate company had really helped Mike through the experience.

Mike pulled his feet out of the holes, and a loud rumble filled the room. At the same time, another chamber door opened to reveal the treasure that Mike, and Aaron, had come after: The Feather of the Pharaohs. There it sat in all it’s golden glory. Aaron’s eyes grew to the size of saucers upon seeing the one thing that he had pursued for his entire life, but never been able to find. In a way, Mike was glad that he was able to share this moment with Aaron, as much as he wanted to find it first for bragging rights.

“Go ahead man. Take it! The whole reason I came here was to try to get to you. I know what that treasure means to you.,” Mike said. Aaron looked genuinely moved by Mike’s sentiment and even appeared to tear up a bit. Aaron turned back and grabbed the Feather out of it’s holding place and walked over to Mike. He sat down next to Mike and the two archaeologists couldn’t help but stare at the Feather. It was indeed a beautiful object, the prettiest feather they had ever seen, but it was also symbolic for both of them. Mike and Aaron clearly shared a passion for tickling and they felt a bond over it.

“Mike, I want you to tickle me with this,” Aaron said out of the blue. Mike was taken aback, not only at the statement itself, but the intimately sensual manner in which Aaron had said it. The look in his eyes told the rest of the story. “Seriously, I want you to tie me down and tickle my entire body with the Feather.”

Mike’s heart began to pound at the very thought of getting to tickle Aaron this way. After all, it was his original dream when he began his pursuit of the Feather. Aaron laid down on Mike’s sleeping bag on top of the stone bed where Mike had endured his tickle torture. He pulled two ropes out of his bag, handed them to Mike, and began taking his clothes off, stripping down to his boxers. Mike tied Aaron’s hands above his head to a rock and then used the others to tie his feet together and down to the stone bed, firmly securing them. He stood up over Aaron and surveyed the scene for a moment, taking in just how hot it was to see him tied down like this. And this time, unlike the last in that lost temple in India, he had the Feather with which to tickle Aaron absolutely silly.

Mike held the Feather up in front of him for a moment, as if to give Aaron something to think about before he got started, and Aaron grinned back at him. Then, Mike lowered the Feather to Aaron’s chest and ran it up and down his torso from his neck down to his lower stomach. Instantly, that sexy, masculine laughter that Mike had grown to love filled the room. Mike spent a good half hour tickling Aaron’s chest and stomach with the Feather, tracing his abs and drawing circles around his nipples. He also focused the Feather on Aaron’s armpits from time to time to tickle him there, too.

“HAHAHAHA!!! Oh man this is brutal!” Aaron laughed.

“Oh yeah, does that tickle, big guy? Huh? Coochie coochie coo!” Mike replied with a devilish grin on his face.

“AHH!! HAHAHA!!!” was all Aaron could mutter in response.

Mike would occasionally turn the Feather over to the quill end and write little designs on Aaron’s pecs and stomach, all of which prompted instant begging.

“NOOO!!! Come on man, I can only take so much! Please don’t, hahaha, please stop tickling me there!” Aaron managed to mutter between laughs and gasps.

“Oh yeah, you want me to move somewhere else to tickle you, huh?” Mike inquired mischievously as he moved down towards Aaron’s bare feet.

“NO!! No, don’t do it! Not my feet!!” Aaron pleaded, knowing full well he had asked for this, but regretting it anyway.

Mike began slowly running the Feather up and down the sole of Aaron’s right foot.

“AHHHH!!! NOOOOOO!!!! PLEEEEEEASE NOOO!!!” Aaron yelled, laughing as loud as he had all afternoon.

Mike traced all of the curves of Aaron’s high-arched foot. He the proceeded to tickle the super-sensitive area at the base of Aaron’s toes, which caused Aaron to violently begin thrashing his body. Mike delighted in Aaron’s laughter-filled screams as he ran the Feather between each of Aaron’s toes and then tickled each toe thoroughly. Aaron’s toes were amazingly sensitive and Mike was enamored with the fact that they were. Overall, he thought it was so hot for a cocky, masculine, attractive man like Aaron to be feather ticklish on his feet and toes. It went right to the core of Mike’s foot and tickling fetish, and he couldn’t get enough of it. In fact, he liked it so much that he proceeded to Aaron’s left foot, which had been neglected so far. He stroked the sole with the Feather, just as he had on the right foot.

“AHHH, the left one is worse! I can’t take much more of this!” Aaron exclaimed through even more robust laughter. Then, it got worse for him, as Mike wasted no time going to work on his toes again.
“NOOOO!!! MIKE PLEASE!!! Seriously, I can’t take that, it tickles so freakin’ bad!!! AHHH!!!”

Mike spent a good long time tickling Aaron’s perfectly shaped feet and toes. He went from one foot to the other and back again. When all was said and done, Mike had tickled him for a couple of hours. Aaron was drenched in sweat and panting. Once again, Mike had taken his body to it’s ticklish limits and although exhausted, Aaron was extremely happy and satisfied. In fact, he found himself falling head over heels in love. His feelings for Mike had developed quickly and strongly during their encounter in India, but Aaron was afraid of them at the time, so he fled. Now, recognizing that Mike had gone out of his way to find the one treasure he had sought more than any other, Aaron felt something deep and powerful that he couldn’t deny. Mike had sought the Feather in order to reunite with Aaron and share it, not beat him to the punch or steal it.

“Untie me,” Aaron said with a look Mike had not seen before. He didn’t hesitate to pull the ropes off of Aaron as quickly as possible. Aaron grabbed Mike and threw him down on the sleeping bag, kissing him deeply and passionately. Mike lost track of time as the two seemed to kiss forever. Finally, Aaron got dressed and the two gathered their things and crawled out of the chamber. They made their way out of the Great Pyramid and began walking towards a hotel not far away where Aaron was staying. They chatted as they walked:

Aaron: “Mike, I’m falling for you”. It was what Mike had longed to hear for months.

Mike: “You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that. You’re all I’ve thought about for the last few months.”

Aaron: “I’m sorry I disappeared. I was scared. When you tickled my feet and did all that amazing stuff to them, it felt better than anything I had ever experienced before. I never expected it, especially from you!”

Mike: “Yeah, I know we’ve always been at each other’s throats. But when you kissed me, I knew there was something special there.”

Aaron: “Yeah, me too”. Aaron looked at Mike with a smile on his face that suggested genuine happiness and heartfelt sincerity.

Upon arriving at Aaron’s hotel, they swiftly made their way to Aaron’s room. The two guys wasted no time expressing their feelings to one another. They embraced and kissed each other, removing articles of clothing as they did so. Knocking over lamps along the way, they finally ended up on Aaron’s king-sized hotel bed. For the first time ever, Mike and Aaron made love to one another. They did so passionately, but with genuine affection for one another. The experience was so powerful that the two were beside themselves. “Could this really be happening? Can it really be this incredible?” they both thought to themselves. They took occasional breaks from their love-making to worship each others feet, something equally intimate to them in many ways. They relished mutually sucking on each other’s toes and licking each other’s soles. They even tickled each other as foreplay, which obviously led to progressively more intimate experiences.

Mike and Aaron made love several times over the next couple of days, occasionally emerging from their room to go to dinner. But they never stayed gone long. They were truly in love for the first time ever in their lives, and nothing was going to keep them from celebrating this revelation. One night, Mike turned to Aaron and said “Aaron, I want you to stay with me”. Aaron looked Mike deep in his eyes and knew that he meant it. “I want to be with you and experience all of the adventure and excitement of our careers side by side. I want to be a team.,” Mike continued. Aaron thought about it for a second, grinned that same grin that melted Mike every time, and nodded his head.

“I’m game. Plus, I’m not about to walk away from you again. I love you.” Aaron said, surprising Mike with the last statement.

“I love you too,” Mike responded, his voice quivering.

Mike knew that this was the start of a new day for both of them. They would embark on many amazing new adventures together, including their journey as a couple. Either way, Mike couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would being for Michigan Mike and Arizona Aaron. Archaeologists, friends and lovers.

MCF 74