by Max Rigg
Rich and Dan were friends from online. They found that they shared some common interests. Among those interests was the Annual Renaissance Fair. They decided that it would be fun to meet in person. So, since they both enjoyed the fair, they chose to meet there.
When the day arrived, Rich and Dan met at the designated place near the fair grounds. They were both happy to finally be meeting and having this opportunity to spend some time together. They exchanged a friendly hug. Then, they proceeded to the gate.
For about an hour, they wandered through the grounds, enjoying the sites. Then, they came across something that made them both giggle with excitement. They'd found a pair of stocks.
Rich had shared with Dan long before this day how he loved men's feet...especially ticklish ones. He'd often teased about wanting to get Dan’s in a set of stocks and have some fun. Dan, in turn, had shared how much he loved tickling and being tickled. Seeing the stocks right there in front of them brought those conversations to mind. They would definitely have to return to this spot before the day was over!
After strolling through the grounds for another couple of hours, they decided to grab something to eat. To their surprise and amusement, there was a booth near the eatery where people could pay for the opportunity to throw a custard pie into the face of a volunteer. They were a bit surprised that business at the booth seemed rather slow. This was another thing that Rich had admitted a fondness for. The wheels in his mind began to turn.
As they ate, they chatted and clowned about the coincidence of finding both of his pet activities so close to one another. They decided that it might be fun to live out a fantasy that he'd shared with his. So, once they'd finished their meal, they decided to see if it could work out. Things had been quite slow at the pie-in-the-face booth. So, the woman was pleased to cooperate with the request for several of his pies to be used by the same people. He was a bit puzzled, however, to hear that they were to be taken elsewhere for use.
Once the pies had been placed in a box for them, Rich and Dan headed over to the set of stocks. Since they were intended only as a display, there were very few people around them. Nobody thought to question them as they approached to try them out.
There were two pairs of stocks, one being for the hands and the other for the feet. A bench was also there for the victim to lie on. Once secured in the stocks, the person's feet would be out in front of them and their arms stretched well above the head. There was also a belt on the bench. Once fastened across the hips, movement would be very limited.
This was how Dan ended up positioned. Rich had made quick work of the restraints, lest he have time to reconsider. They'd laughed and joked about this for months. Now, he had his chance...and he wasn't about to give it up! He'd come well prepared with a bag full of tickling instruments. He was eager to use each and every one of them on his now very vulnerable friend. At Rich's request, Dan had taken off his shirt. There would be little protection for him once Rich began.
By the time Dan was secured in the stocks, a group of curious bystanders had begun to gather. They thought that this was going to be just another demonstration set up by fair organizers. Rich realized what they were thinking and decided to indulge them. As he made his final preparations, he began a running commentary for the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in the days when stocks were used, there was a simpler idea of justice and punishment. A young man, like my victim here, who was caught stealing or doing some other unseemly activity, was quickly and strictly dealt with. Once placed into the stocks, the young man would be subject to tickle torture for whatever length of time he had been sentenced to or until the crowd gathered in the public square with him asked for mercy.
Several excited chuckles emerged from the crowd as they now realized what they were about to witness. Dan was growing very nervous at this point, not knowing how far Rich would go with this or how much he'd actually be able to take. Seeing the enthusiasm of the crowd, Rich decided to enlist their services. He had one man stand by at the box of pies, announcing to the crowd that the safe word that Dan had chosen was "pie". When he was reaching his limit with the tickling, he was to say this word in order to get a break from it. The catch was that, each time, he would get one of the pies in the face.
By the time Rich was ready to begin, he had the crowd eating out of the palms of his hands. "We won't be needing these now. Will we?!", he joked as he flipped the sandals off his feet. Finally, with all the flair of his introduction, he drew out two soft plumes, holding them high in the air for all to see. As the crowd stirred and chuckled, he slowly lowered them to Dan's feet. He jumped and let out a yelp as they made contact, causing a cheer to arise from the crowd. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOO!!! DON'T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Dan laughed in earnest, thrashing to and fro as Rich began to mercilessly tickle his bare feet.
A few minutes later, Dan was growing breathless and finally cried out, "PIE!" A moment later, a young boy from the crowd came up and shoved one of the custard pies in his face. The crowd roared in approval, acting to spur Rich on.
After giving him a quick break, Rich started in on Dan once again. This time, he used two little artist brushes. "Concentrates the sensation!", he commented to the crowd as he began to swirl the brushes round and round all over his feet. Dan squealed and wiggled his toes in a desperate attempt to avoid them. "AAAAAAAHHH!!! HELLLLLP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHAHAPPP!!! PLEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! NO MORE TICKLING!!!", he begged. But, there was no escape. On and on he went, savagely tickling his soles, toes, ankles and tops of his feet. Nothing was left untouched by the brushes. AAAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEEHEEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Dan was laughing hysterically and again gasping for breath. Once again, he cried out, "PIE!" As before, he then got a pie in the face.
Nearly an hour later, after several similar rounds using feathers, brushes, a quill pen and more, the custard from the pies was splattered all over Dan...Including on his belly. Someone from the crowd decided to have some fun. He brought over a hungry kitten that had been wandering through the fairgrounds looking for food. He placed the cat on top of Dan and stepped back. As Rich was starting back in on Dan's feet, the kitten began to lick the custard off his belly. The sensation was so intense that Dan screamed and thrashed wildly trying to get away. "AAAAAAAH!!! HEHEHELLLLLLPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEEHEEASE!!!" Though momentarily startled, the kitten was hungry enough to remain there, licking away at his quivering belly. This brought a loud cheer from the crowd.
Taking the cat's lead, Rich decided to treat himself by going at his feet in a similar fashion. He knelt down and began nibbling his toes. Then, two daring young men from the crowd stepped forward and joined in the fun. One went at his underarms, while the other went for his belly and sides. Dan went wild as the combined sensations proved too much to handle. "NOOOOO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!! PLEHEEHEEASE!!! STOHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!! OH GOD!!! PLEHEHEEASE!!! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!!" He screamed and laughed in hysterics, totally overcome by ticklish agony.
Rich was enjoying himself so much that he failed to notice just how much this was getting to him. Finally, the crowd began to chant "Mercy". Hearing this, Rich finally stopped and released Dan, helping him to his feet and giving his a hug before a cheering crowd.
The crowd finally began to disperse as Dan sat down on the bench. He was too exhausted to go anywhere just yet. As he sat there, a man stepped forward with a smile asking, "So, when's the next show?" Dan just rolled his eyes and winced.
