By MCF 74
“Michigan” Mike Flynn had long dreamt of the opportunity to encounter his rival, “Arizona” Aaron Farris, again. During their last meeting a mere six months ago, Aaron had thoroughly and intensely tickle tortured Mike’s bare feet in order to find out the secret location of the lost, highly valuable Aztec gold. Mike had never forgotten about that fateful day, which had been both the biggest dream and nightmare of his life all at the same time. Mike was undoubtedly enamored with his top rival Arizona Aaron, but he also hated him with a passion. It was the ultimate love-hate relationship, and Mike relished in it. Unbeknownst to Mike, Arizona Aaron secretly harbored strong feelings of reverence for Michigan Mike, who was both older and more experienced as an archaeologist. While in college, Arizona Aaron had worshipped Michigan Mike as he studied archaeology.
When Aaron had kidnapped Mike that day order to find out the secret location of the Aztec gold, he had originally intended to merely question him about it. But as Aaron’s hired henchmen dragged Mike in that fateful day, a switch flipped in his head, and he became a man of one single mind. His feelings towards Mike were both clear in intention and confused all at once. He had always wanted to be Mike in many ways, yet still wanted to be better than him. So, seeing Mike lying there, bound and helpless that afternoon, Aaron had realized exactly what he wanted: To put Mike in his place by taking advantage of his biggest and least-known weakness. Aaron had previously received valuable information that Mike’s feet were intensely and insatiably ticklish, and he took advantage of it.
Cut to the present day, six months after the incident in the jungle. Mike was deep in a jungle in India searching for the Shield of Shiva, a lost artifact traced back to ancient times. It was clearly the greatest pursuit of his career, and if attained, would seal Mike’s place in the history books of archaeology. With that knowledge, Mike was well aware that his rival, Arizona Aaron, would clearly be after the exact same piece of treasure. He counted on Aaron’s inevitable intervention. Little did Mike realize, Aaron had been harboring fantasies about another encounter with Mike. Aaron felt incomplete, and in some ways, his previous victory over Mike was bittersweet and unsatisfying. Aaron still wanted to be there in that hut tickling Mike’s feet and listening to the sound of his laughter, which had been music to Aaron’s ears. The treasure had been a boon to Aaron in terms of notoriety within his field and sheer monetary reward. Aaron thought to himself that he wanted to get his hands on Mike more than any priceless artifact or valuable jewel. “Damn, is something wrong with me?”, Aaron thought to himself. Either way, it was true, and Aaron knew how he felt. He wanted to encounter Mike again. Soon.
It was a hot Saturday in the late afternoon, and Mike made his way into a group of caverns and catacombs near an abandoned palace that had once been a place of great importance in the region. It was a typically dark, musty series of chambers, and Mike had been in many such places before. As a result, he was well-prepared for these situations, and carried a couple of flashlights with him at all times. As Mike proceeded down a particularly long, dark tunnel, he noticed some hieroglyphics on the walls. Mike started to wonder if the claustrophobia of the place was starting to get to him, as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Images of priests and other high-ranking figures standing over victims that were tied down in contraptions that resembled stocks with their fingers touching the soles of their victims’ feet. In all of his travels across the world in numerous hidden caverns, Mike had never witnessed any indication of a culture or civilization tickle torturing their victims on their feet. He had seen many horrific things in his time, but for some reason, this struck him in a more profound way. He had a sudden flashback to that hut in the middle of the jungle in which he helplessly endured the manic, tickling fingers of his rival Aaron on his bare feet. It was enough to make Mike shudder, yet still, he felt an enormous sense of arousal as well. He was instantly hard as a rock in his pants, and had a feeling of desire that gave him chills. He knew what he wanted: To be tickled by Aaron again, and then to return the favor by tickling Aaron back. The latter part was just as intriguing to Mike as the former. Mike had long fantasized about what Aaron’s bare feet looked like. He desperately wanted to know, but wondered if he would ever get the chance.
Just then, Mike heard voices ahead and what vaguely sounded like laughter. Afraid to be noticed, he quickly turned off his flashlight and proceeded carefully down the hallway. There was a faint reddish light at the end of the tunnel, and Mike walked towards it. He could see light coming over a ridge from below, and as he got nearer to it he could hear the distinctive sound of male laughter. “What in the world have I gotten myself into this time?”, Mike wondered to himself. As he reached the ledge, he was awestruck by the sight in front of him. It was a huge temple, probably used for pagan worship of the evil god Kali and human sacrificial ceremonies by the Thugee cult over a century before. The sheer scale of the temple was enormous, but where hundreds, even thousands, might have worshipped before, only a handful of people could be seen.
In the front of the temple, near a huge statue overlooking an alter, was a man on his back, lying on a table. His hands were tied above his head, and his bare feet were bound in stocks. He appeared to be a blonde man with an athletic body, but Mike couldn’t see his face clearly. From the looks of it, the group of thugs in front of him, dressed in ceremonial robes and headdresses, were tickling the poor, hapless victim on the table. The man’s howling laughter echoed through and filled the huge cavernous temple. Mike could not help but feel sorry for the poor guy. His first instinct was to go down and help the man escape. Armed with a loaded pistol, which always accompanied him since his ambush by Aaron in the past, Mike intended to set him free and get the hell out of the place as soon as possible.
Mike made his way closer down to the ground level of the temple, creeping along behind rocks and pillars on the sides. As he reached the front, he peered to get a closer look at the victim. Looking through his binoculars, he looked right at the man’s face, which was red from laughing so hard. The shock that filled Mike at that point almost caused him to gasp aloud, which would have surely given away his hiding spot. The Thugees’ tickle victim was Aaron!
He overheard one of the Thugee priests say to him, “This is what outsiders get for trying to steal the Shield of Shiva! I want you to tell me where you have hidden the shield and return it to us!”
Aaron responded passionately, per his character: “You’ll never get any information out of me, you sick bunch of freaks! The Shield is in better hands now…mine!”
Thugee priest: “I’m giving you one more chance: Where did you hide the Shield of Shiva?”
Aaron: “Look up your ass!”
With that, the priest reached down and tickled the soles of both of Aaron’s feet at once, causing Aaron to practically explode in laughter.
Aaron: “ARGHHH!!! HAHAHAHA!! STO-HAHAHAHA-PPP!!!”
The other Thugees tickled Aaron’s sides and ribs while the priest continued on his feet. Hearing Aaron laugh, and watching the Thugees tickle Aaron mercilessly was a huge turn-on to Mike, and he had an erection as hard as any ever in his life. Plus, hearing the priest’s words made Mike aware that Aaron had indeed beaten him to the punch yet again. Aaron had found the Shield of Shiva, and was caught attempting to steal it from the lost temple. However, judging from the priest’s conversation with Aaron, he had hidden it somewhere before the Thugee guards caught him, and they wanted it back. It was rumored that the Thugee cult kept the shield in its possession with the thought that they would win favor with Shiva for its protection despite their wicked ways.
Mike was fascinated, and was very tempted to keep watching the spectacle. But still, he knew that these were bad people doing this, and he wasn’t about to let them get away with it, lest they try to do serious harm to Aaron after tickling him. As much as Mike despised Aaron, he had never wished death upon him, and relished in the competition that they had. Plus, Mike wanted to know where the Shield of Shiva was too. He pulled out his pistol and made sure that the chamber was indeed fully loaded. Seeing that it was, he took a deep breath and leapt from behind his rock perch and landed right next to the Thugees. He pointed his gun at them, shouting, “Any of you move, and you’ll be visiting Kali sooner than you ever expected”. Aaron glanced up at Mike from his bound position with a look of genuine shock and amazement. A smile crossed Aaron lips, and he looked genuinely relieved.
The Thugee priest warned Mike, “You will not take the Shield from us. It belongs here and we will protect it with our lives”.
“We’ll see, won’t we?”, Mike said confidently. He pointed his revolver at the five Thugee guards. Two of the guards charged Mike, who easily crippled them with his pistol. The others grabbed their wounded comrades and ran out of the chamber as fast as they could. “Some protection”, Mike thought to himself.
As Mike heard the panicked voices of the Thugees who were running for their lives start to fade, he realized that he and Aaron were alone. At last. With Aaron bound barefoot in stocks and his arms tied as well. Could it have been a more perfect scenario? “Probably not”, thought Mike to himself.
Mike stared at Aaron for a minute, as Aaron pleaded for Mike to untie him. “Mike, old buddy, you have NO freaking idea how happy I am to see you. Listen, I know we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot, but I really see this as a turning point.”
Mike thought about Aaron words for a minute as he stared, mesmerized by Aaron’s beautiful bare size 11 soles. They were some of the hottest, most beautiful feet Mike had ever seen, and Mike had such a hard-on in his pants, he thought it would burst through. Mike realized that his heart was absolutely pounding, as this was his dream moment. Those feet. Those feet were just so incredible that Mike had to pinch himself. At that moment, with no one around, he fully intended to set things straight.
“You know what, Aaron. You’re right, we did get off on the wrong foot. Mine.”, Mike said intently, looking Aaron directly in his eyes. Mike could tell by how wide those eyes were getting that Aaron had a clue what was in store for him as well. “No, you…you wouldn’t! You wouldn’t do that.” Aaron was starting to panic.
Mike reached down and slowly ran his finger along the sole of Aaron’s right foot, just as his rival had done to his six months earlier. Aaron jumped as the sensation of Mike’s finger running along his sole shot up his body like a shockwave. It was an electric feeling for Mike as well, as Aaron’s sole was as soft and smooth as it looked. Mike smiled knowingly, well aware that his little test had succeeded. Aaron’s feet were ticklish, and it was going to be a long night as a result. Mike intended to give Aaron the same treatment that he had received….and worse. Mike slowly teased Aaron’s soles with his fingers, slowly at first and then quickly. Aaron’s machismo kicked in as he resisted the temptation to laugh with all of his might. It was one thing to laugh while being tickled by total strangers. But this was Mike, his fierce rival and competitor. Allowing Mike to get the best of him by making him laugh this way would be a show of weakness, and it was one that Aaron hated to display. But it was no use. The sensations were too strong, and Mike was too good a tickler. By the time Mike’s fingers reached the base of Aaron’s perfectly shaped toes, he exploded with laughter.
“AHHHHHH!!!!! AHHH, HAHAHAHA!!! OH SHIT THAT TICKLES!!!”, Aaron exclaimed.
To Mike, it was the single most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Aaron’s laughter was very masculine, but displayed the appropriate amount of vulnerability, and that was all that Mike needed. Was this all a dream? It sure seemed like it was too good to be true.
“Hey Aaron, you having fun?”, Mike asked sarcastically.
“Go to hell, you bastard!”, Aaron exclaimed through his hysterical laughter.
“Yep, it’s real and not a dream”, Mike thought to himself as he continued teasing Aaron’s soles, varying the pace of his tickling in order to prevent Aaron from getting into a comfort zone. Aaron laughed heartily the entire time, cursing Mike along the way, and begging him to stop more times than Mike could count.
Mike: “So Aaron, you didn’t seem to want to tell that old priest, but maybe, since we’re such good friends and all: Why don’t you tell me where you’ve stashed the Shield?”
Aaron: “Tell you what, Mike. Let me go and we can make a deal.”
Mike: “Actually, that’s what we’re doing right now: Making a deal. You talk, I let you go. You don’t, I’ll seriously stay here and tickle you ALL NIGHT LONG!”
Aaron: “Well, I guess we’re in for a long night together then, bud, ’cause I’m not telling you a thing.”
With that, Mike’s fingers went ballistic on Aaron’s soles, and then around to the sides and tops of his feet as well.
“HAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOOOO!!! NO MORE PLEASE!!! I CAN’T TAKE THAT!!! OH MY G….AGHHHHH!! HAHAHAHA!!!”, Aaron yelled, unable to control himself at all. His screams were becoming more high-pitched as the tickling progressed as well.
Mike tickled Aaron’s size 11’s with his fingers for what seemed like well over an hour before he decided to take a break.
Aaron pleaded with Mike to stop. “Mike, man, please! Listen, I know I did this to you a few months back, and this is your revenge. I get it. I really do! But please man, I can’t take any more. Please.” Aaron seemed very sincere in his pleas, but so was Mike when he was in that position, and Aaron didn’t stop. Aaron never had mercy on Mike as his tickle tortured Mike’s feet in that remote jungle hut.
“You know, Aaron. I could sit here and tell you that I would love to stop…but I’d be flat-out lying”, Mike said tauntingly.
With that, Mike bent down on his knees in order to come face to face with Aaron’s soles. Mike just couldn’t get over how amazingly beautiful his rival’s soles were. He had never seen feet so perfect in his life. Mike couldn’t help himself. He had to get closer. As his face approached Aaron’s soles, the masculine scent of his feet grew stronger and stronger. Finally, Mike pressed his nose up against Aaron’s soft left sole and inhaled as deeply as he could. The scent was absolutely intoxicating to him. Mike simply couldn’t help himself any longer, and he licked the ball of Aaron’s left foot. He then proceeded to lick Aaron’s foot from heel to toe.
It was officially a trifecta! Aaron’s soles looked great, smelled great, and tasted great. Aaron’s moaned lightly as Mike licked his left sole a few times up and down. Then, Mike decided to see if he could lick-tickle Aaron. He flicked his tongue quickly at the base of Aaron’s toes, a ticklish hot spot that he had noticed earlier.
“HAHAHAHA!!! NOOO!!! I can’t take…I can’t believe…HAHAHA!!! Aaron muttered, letting out that intensely hot laugh of his again as Mike licked feverishly under his toes. Aaron’s laughter was non-stop as Mike explored every square inch of Aaron’s left sole with his flicking tongue. He then proceeded to the right foot, and repeated the act.
As he slowed it down, though, the laughter turned to all-out moaning. To Mike’s surprise, Aaron seemed to really be into it. He looked up to see Aaron’s eyes rolling back into his head and a definite grin on his lips. “Ohhhh man, that feels really good.”, Aaron muttered as Mike licked and kissed his feet.
“Hahaha, who would have predicted this, Mikey?”, Aaron quipped. “You acting as my foot slave and all.”, Aaron said, trying to taunt Mike as much as he could under the circumstances. Mike wasn’t worried with it, though. Instead, he continued lick Aaron’s feet and even sucked on all ten of his toes for a while, which really got Aaron going, judging by his intensified moaning and rock-hard erection.
He moved from Aaron’s feet up to his torso, with his arms still tied up above his head. Mike gently touched Aaron’s, athletic muscular upper body, prompting another shockwave response. He traced the edges of Aaron’s pecs and drew circles around his nipples. Aaron gasped loudly, as if to indicate that he was every bit as ticklish on his upper body as his feet. Mike lightly tickled Aaron’s armpits just to see how far he could push him. Aaron giggled in response, which prompted Mike to take it even farther. He dug his fingers into Aaron’s sides just under his pecs. Aaron roared with laughter again and his tight, muscular body thrashed as Mike tickled him. This was every bit as much, if not more, of a satisfying experience for Mike as tickling Aaron’s feet because he could watch Aaron’s handsome face turn bright red in reaction as he tickled him. Aaron’s smile was amazing, too, and Mike relished in getting to see it up close. Aaron’s ripped abs and pecs were starting to break out in a sweat as Mike continued to jab his fingers into Aaron’s torso.
“NOOOOO!!! Hahaha!! PLEASE stop, I really can’t take any more of this. I’ll do anything…ANYTHING!! Just please, PLEASE sto-hahaha-op!!!”, Aaron pleaded. He was barely able to speak as Mike became relentless in tickling Aaron’s’ upper body. Mike looked up into Aaron’s’ eyes, which were looking back at him. He was struck by what he saw there, too. Not only did Aaron seem to be enjoying the experience, but the look his eyes showed something more. Mike decided to see if he could get to the bottom of what it was.
“So, uh, you wanna explain this to me. You look kinda excited there, buddy”, Mike said glowingly to Aaron.
“I’m not explaining a damn thing to you man”, Aaron responded with exhaustion. Still, he had a smile on his face as he said it, so Mike knew there was something there. Aaron looked at Mike, staring into his eyes.
“So….you ready for me to untie you and let you get out of here”, Mike asked in a matter-of-fact manner.
“No, wait!”, Aaron responded, almost jumping on Mike’s words.
“You don’t want to be set free?”, Mike asked, again with a slightly cocky tone.
“Well, no I…”, Aaron paused as if trying to think of what to say. He looked truly dumbfounded for the first time since Mike had met him, and it was quite a revelation.
Mike leaned on Aaron’s chest, bringing his face within a foot of Aaron’s. “Cat got your tongue?”, Mike asked with a sensual undertone that was unmistakable. Aaron just looked back into Mike’s eyes with that cocky half-grin on his face, but with a look of genuine confusion in his eyes as well. Mike desperately wanted to kiss Aaron, despite his contempt for his ways. For some reason, Mike’s filter just switched off, and he just decided to go with his feelings.
Mike gently and quickly kissed Aaron’s lips. Mike pulled back, suddenly aware of what he had just done, and nervous about Aaron’s reaction. For a second, Aaron just sat there with a blank look on his face. Then, he smiled again. “Wow, never expected that.”, Aaron said.
Aaron: “Are you…you know?”
Mike: (Swiftly) “Yeah”
Aaron “Yeah, me too.”
Mike: “Good to know.”
Mike pressed his lips to Aaron’s again, this time for a lot longer than before. He kissed Aaron passionately, finally slipping his tongue into Aaron’s mouth. Aaron was an incredible kisser, and Mike was loving every moment of it. After a couple of minutes, Mike pulled back to find Aaron grinning at him.
“Damn, you’re good”, Mike said, laughing slightly. Aaron laughed with him.
Mike untied Aaron’s arms from the table and released his feet from the stocks, quickly giving each foot a kiss. Aaron put his shirt on, as well as his shoes and socks. Mike watched him get dressed, and suddenly began to feel depressed as he knew that the end of this moment was near. He and Aaron definitely had a connection, and he desperately wanted to be with Aaron, but they were rivals, and they each profited from that competition. They could never be on the same team. Or could they? Aaron looked at Mike, smiled, and grabbed Mike’s hand. He led Mike into a passageway out of the temple, and when they were in the tunnel, wrapped his arms around Mike and kissed him more passionately than before. He pressed Mike up against the wall and they made out for what seemed like ages before finally ending up on the ground embracing each other. Before long, twenty minutes had passed.
“You little punk”, Aaron said affectionately to Mike before grabbing his legs.
“No, wait, what are you doing?”, Mike asked, somewhat surprised.
Aaron tore Mike’s shoes and socks off, held his feet tightly under his arm, and tickled his feet, driving Mike into instant hysterics. Aaron tickled Mike’s feet with the same intensity as he had six months before in that remote jungle hut.
“HAHAHAHA!!! You bastard, you’re not supposed to get to do that again!”, Mike quipped, as Aaron grinned back at him.
Now Mike was starting to get it. That tickle torture session in which Aaron had driven Mike insane, was really an outcry on Aaron’s part towards Mike. Aaron moved from tickling Mike’s feet to licking them and sucking on his toes, just as Mike had done to his earlier. Aaron’s soft tongue on Mike’s feet felt so good to him, and he found himself falling into a state of grace. After a few minutes of foot worship, Aaron let Mike’s feet go.
“Well….until the next time, Michigan Mike”, Aaron said confidently. He then ran off down the corridor, undoubtedly to where he stashed the Shield of Shiva. Mike was unable to run after him, as he was still barefoot and the hallway was filled with sharp rocks that were painful to walk on barefoot. He knew he had been had. Again. But still, he didn’t regret the experience for a moment. Mike didn’t know when he and Aaron would meet again, but somehow, he knew that they would. And he knew that for the first time ever, he would be dreaming about his rival that night…and in a good way.