“Morning Dad,” Ben said as he watched his father walk in fully dressed from the kitchen table with his feet up, wiggling his toes and eating a bowl of cereal. “Did you sleep ok? You went to bed pretty early.”

“Yes, son…” William said as he was taken by surprise by the smell in the kitchen and his sons feet in front of him. Though he found it difficult, he worked hard not to stare. Instead, he just decided to start breakfast. He figured if he had something else to focus on, maybe he wouldn’t have to find out if his own sons feet had the same effect on him as his brothers. “Please get your feet off the table. It’s very disrespectful… did you not take your shower last night before bed?”

“Haha sorry dad, just wanted to get comfortable,” Ben responded jovially and not moving his feet at all except to occasionally wiggle his toes some more. “I accidentally fell asleep with my sneaks on and only just took them off now.” This wasn’t entirely true, because while he did sleep with his sneakers on, it was no accident. Ben had specifically put his sneakers on without any socks before bed and since he was the type who sweat in his sleep he figured it would be a good way to take his father by surprise. He was certainly right.

“Did your uncle say anything last night…?” William asked trailing off not sure if he should continue his thought or if he should have even asked to begin with.

“Yeah, I mean we talked a little and watched some more tv then I decided to head to bed,” Ben said, fully aware of what his dad must have been speaking about. He wasn’t stupid after all and he most certainly wasn’t going to show his hand. “Why do you ask, dad?”

“N-No reason. I-I was just curious about what time you went to bed,” his father said clearly terrible at lying.

“Haha oooookay, dad. It wasn’t any later than I normally go to bed,” Ben said very amused. He new his dad was lying since he was never very good at it anyway. William took his sons tone as he normally did. He just assumed his son was once again laughing off his questions. Benjamin hated when his dad asked him probing or invasive questions and often felt like his dad was constantly trying to keep tabs on him as if waiting to pounce if he so much as breathed wrong.

William continued making his breakfast in silence trying to take his mind off of the smell of his son’s feet and realizing that the more he tried not to focus on it the more he did and the more he did the more he realized how similarly his son's feet smelled like his brothers. Before William knew it he was getting hard and his cock was pulsating in his pants. Once he was done making his eggs and toast, which ended up being a much more arduous task considering how much he was fumbling with the pan and utensils, he turned around to sit at the table and noticed his son's feet staring at him. He decided maybe it was best if he sat in the living room away from it so there was less of a chance of him noticing the bulge in his pants or the fact that he would definitely have trouble not staring at his feet. He had a hard time not doing that with his brothers feet when they were in front of him back in the day and he didn’t want his son to be freaked out or weirded out by him just in case he noticed.

Benjamin, on the other hand, certainly did notice and he was definitely not freaked out. If anything, he was pretty giddy over the fact that his uncle was telling the truth last night. His dad was definitely weird about his feet and smell. He even noticed how clumsy his dad was making breakfast and the bulge in his pants when he turned around and excused himself from the room even if he did try his best to hide it. He decided he would put his bowl away in the dishwasher and join him in the living room to torment him a little more. As he walked into the living room, his father nearly choked on his coffee as he was sipping it when he saw him. Ben plopped down on the couch closest to the recliner where his dad was sitting and turned on the tv. He decided not to put his feet up on the coffee table right away since he didn’t want his dad to get suspicious. Without saying a word to each other they watched the saturday morning cartoons Ben put on, something he had still not grown out of and probably never will.

It had really only been about a half hour or so since William had gotten dressed and sat down on the recliner when he started to feel a slight tingling on his feet. It was kind of light at first, but became very intense very quickly. He started to rub his shoes on the carpet trying to relieve the intense itch. After about 5 minutes Ben, who had been paying special attention to his father since sitting down, did notice that this was a little strange. A few more minutes went by as his father continued to rub both his feet on the carpet and he actually got a little concerned.

“Uuuuuh, dad you ok? What are you doing?” He asked wondering if this was a bizarre reaction to being nervous around him.

“Ungh, no my feet…” William responded lowering himself to unlace his shoes very quickly. It felt as though they were on fire and the sensation caused his fingers to shake a bit. “So itchy, why?” He asked more to himself than to his son.

“Aaaalright…” Ben responded genuinely confused.

William tore off his shoes one by one as the laces came undone and lifted his left leg over his right to scratch at his foot. Unfortunately, he couldn’t scratch for more than a second at a time as each time he scratched he sent ticklish sensations shooting up his leg. It even caused him to grunt a few times fairly loudly and noticeably. Since he couldn’t scratch effectively the itching feeling wasn’t going away. If anything it was getting worse. Ben saw this and realized that something was definitely wrong with his dad, though he was a bit intrigued by the fact that his dad kept grunting every time he scratched. He realized what the problem was and saw this as his chance to have a bit of fun.

“Are your feet still itchy?” He asked his father.

“Yeah, son.. Unh, it’s kind of bad to be honest,” he responded.

“Ok, so why do you keep stopping the scratching?” Ben asked trying to contain himself.

“It’s a little difficult,” he lied. It was a lot difficult. His feet were so ticklish and he was deeply embarrassed at the moment at the prospect of letting that fact on to his son.

“I don’t understand? You have an itch, you scratch,” Ben said in an attempt to force his father into admitting what was wrong.

“I can’t,” William snapped. “I-I can’t it’s too intense.” He regretted his tone immediately, but the sensation was driving him absolutely crazy at the moment.

“Ok. Here,” he said, patting his lap. “Let me see.” His father snapping at him didn’t do much to deter him from instigating him, though he did want to see what was wrong with his dad’s feet.

“N-no no, n-no I don’t think so,” William said apprehensively.

“Dad, put your damn feet in my lap now so I can see what the problem is,” his son said to him assertively.

“...Ok,” is all his father could say as he listened to his son and placed his feet in his lap.

Ben immediately reached under his father’s pant leg and hooked his finger under the beige dress sock pulling it down and off his foot. As he did so he actually noticed some white substance, almost like a powder, on the sock as part of it turned inside out. He did not mention it, though as he inspected his father’s foot. William had not noticed himself since he was too overcome with the itching. Realizing that his dad’s foot wasn’t dry or peeling and not noticing any sign of athlete’s foot he began to suspect what the powder substance was. William kept wiggling and fanning out his toes in a failing effort to take his mind off of the itching. Wanting to confirm his suspicion he stripped off his father’s other sock and spotted more of the powder. Not wanting his dad to see he put the sock down quickly and inspected the other foot knowing he wasn’t going to find anything. Ben was working hard at this point not to burst out in laughter.

“Does it still itch?” He asked knowing the answer as he stared his father down feeling the wiggling feet and toes in his lap. He kept one hand gently, but firmly on his dad’s ankles subliminally sending a message to his father not to move his feet.

“Y-yes and it’s really bad,” He said.

“Hmm… I don’t see anything wrong with your feet. You definitely do not have athlete’s foot.” Ben said looking at his father.

“T-then maybe you…” William stopped himself. He was so embarrassed about his current situation he didn’t want to lower himself anymore than he already felt.

“‘Maybe I’ what?” his son asked. Ben had a very faint smile on his face, but his dad was too caught up in the itching and his embarassment to notice.

“Nevermind,” he said beginning to try and take his feet off of his son’s lap.

“No, just tell me, dad,” Ben goaded as he put slightly more pressure on his dad’s ankles. It was subtle enough that his dad did not realize what he was doing and kept his legs right where they were. “I want to help.”

“Honestly, son I don’t feel comfortable--” his dad started to say.

“Oh stop being a baby and tell me,” Ben cut him off not wanting him to think better of himself. “I just want to help you.” William just stared for a second and because there had been no pressure on his feet to relieve the itching, with the exception of his constant toe wiggling, he relented.

“Pl-- can you-- I mean…” William grew more and more embarrassed about his situation, but did not know any other way to alleviate the feeling. “Scratch my feet. Please.”

“Ok, but I still don’t understand why you can’t just scratch your own itchy feet.” Ben said toying with him.

“Forget it, I’ll do it myself,” William said growing more frustrated. His own mind felt like it was itching at this point. He was gripping the arms of the recliner so tight his knuckles were turning white. The whole situation was driving him mad.

“No, tell me,” Ben said. “I want to know.” Making sure to keep pressure on his dad’s ankles so he wouldn’t move.

“Because, Ben… it… tickles,” he said lowering his head so he didn’t see the face his son made when he admitted he was ticklish. He couldn’t bring himself to just take his feet off of his lap for some reason even though he really wanted to. Maybe he just wanted relief from the itching more.

“Haha ok, dad, I get it,” his son said obviously enjoying the confession. Ben didn’t even try to hide his amusement that time. “Alright, I’ll tickle you if that’s what you want.”

“Wha- No! Just scratch--” William said loudly becoming mortified at the phrasing his son used to describe helping him. “Please, just let go and I’ll deal with it.” There was no reason why he couldn’t just pull his legs off of his son’s lap. Ben was not forcing his legs down, but something about the firmness of his grasp and initial tone in his voice caused William to be too weak to gather the will on his own.

“No, dad, you clearly can’t do this on your own and I want to hear you say it,” he said.

“No, please…” he said turning red and getting extremely nervous.

“Say it,” Ben said as if he was reprimanding him. At this point the itching was just getting worse and worse. That mixed with his growing embarrassment, finally made him submissive enough to break.

“Fine…” William waited another few excruciatingly itchy seconds then responded dismally. “Please… tickle my feet.”

“You sure?” his son asked.

“Yes, please. Anything to make the itching go away!” William said.

“Look in my eyes and tell me you want me to tickle your feet,” his son said looking him square in the face. He knew that if he could get his father to say it one more time without forcing himself up and out if his grip he had him.

“Ben… please jus--” he pleaded. He felt very lightheaded and weak at this point.

“No. Say it or you get zero help,” Ben said firmly.

William’s will was broken at this point. Everything, from the immense itching in his feet to the authoritative role his own son took on was just too much. It felt so similar to his past experiences with his brother that he couldn’t gather his thoughts enough to do anything but surrender to his son’s whim. William looked up into his sons eyes and weakly said the words he wanted to hear, “Please… tickle my feet, Ben.”

“Ok, I’ll do it for you, but only because you asked so nicely,” Ben smirked. With that, he wiggled his fingers in his father’s face and lowered them onto his soles starting at the heels.

“Aah-hahaahmmm,” William laugh moaned. The initial touch on his feet tickled for a moment, but the relief also overtook him. He closed his mouth tight as quickly as he had opened it. He did not want his son to see him laugh. He wouldn’t be able to take it if he laughed after begging his own son to tickle his feet.

“Aaaaaaah yeah, feels good, huh dad?” Ben asked mischievously. He started moving his wiggling fingers up his soles. He looked his father directly in the eye enjoying the look of pure ecstasy and mortification on his face. His father just stared back, internally praying that his son was not going to verbally taunt him the entire time he was helping him. It only made the tickling feeling that much worse.

“Mmhuhmmplee--” William closed his mouth again. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying please for. On one hand the tickling was getting worse and he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to keep his legs on Ben’s lap and on the other the relief from the itching felt incredible. Endorphins were being released in his brain from the plethora of physical and emotional feelings he had at this moment causing him to feel weaker, if that was possible, he thought. And then it happened; he was becoming aroused again.

“C’mon, dad, at least tell me it feels good so I know that I’m helping,” Ben teased.

“Ihit feels reallyreally guhud,” William obeyed while straining over whelmed by the sensations.

“Want me to keep tickling you,” he asked playfully.

“Yesplease. Just. Keeptickling,” His dad said. “Juststop. Talking… Please.” A hint of a smile started to touch his lips fighting the pained look on his face which was not lost on Ben.

“Oh, you mean you want me to stop asking if it’s helping? Ok, well what if I started doing this, “tickle tickle tickle,” haha,” he laughed and taunted while scratching his arch.

“Ngh, nahht that,” he said breathily trying to fight the laughter bubbling up inside of him.

“Cootchie cootchie coooooooo,” Ben sang to his father, bringing his fingers higher up to the balls of his dad's feet. His dad kept his mouth shut this time as he knew if he were to say anything he would just crack up laughing. Unfortunately, the insane smile on his face only spurred on Ben to continue. “Cootchie coo, tickle tickle tickle, who is a ticklish little boy,” his son continued to say, reminding him of the previous day when his brother tickled and taunted him in the kitchen. This must have given his son the idea to tickle him and as much as he fought, the taunting mixed with his son finally reaching his toes was just too much and he cracked.

“Hahahanostahp!” Shouted William pulling his legs away from his son. Ben, however, was too fast for him and quickly caught his father’s legs in a headlock and stood up to make it more difficult for him to break out. “Hahaha pleasepleahahastahahahap!”

“Oh man, hahaha dad, you are so ticklish haha,” Ben laughed as he tickled his dad’s toes enjoying the increase in volume he got from scratching at this area.

“Dohohon’t! Stahahahp!” William laughed hysterically starting to fall off the recliner to the floor from the angle his son was holding him in.

“Don’t Stop? Haha man, you must really love this. Say you love this,” Ben commanded.

“Nononohahahanono, Ihah wohohohahaha--,” He tried to say as Ben tugged him all the way off the recliner and scratched in between his toes.

“Say it,” his son ordered again this time placing his bare foot on his father’s chest pressing down firmly with his toes.

“Noplehehe-- Don’t mahahake mehehe hahaha sahahay ihihit,” he pleaded becoming more freaked out with his son’s placement of his foot.

“If you’re not going to say it then I’m going to have to tickle your toes forever,” Ben taunted.

“Okokokohohokay, plehe-- ohokay Iloveit! I lohove you tihicking my feheet! Now stahahp!” His dad cried out trying to sound serious.

“Aw, I’m glad you love it so much cause so am I,” Ben said excitedly and moving his fingers back to his dad’s arches. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Hahahahahahaha,” was all his dad could say as the taunting and tickling combined was getting to him.

“Hey, dad, tell me you are a ticklish little boy like yesterday, but this time say that you are also weaker than me! C’mon say it,” he was getting really caught up in the moment. He was finding out just how much he loved owning his own dad to the point where he started to get hard. His boner showing very obviously through his basketball shorts.

“Hahahano no no hahaha oh my gahahad staaahp,” he laughed not wanting to give in.

“NO?” Ben said loudly in mock anger. “Ok, let’s try this then.” And with that, he picked his foot off of his dad’s chest and placed it on his dad’s face with his toes just below his nose. The smell hit William immediately and he started becoming even weaker as his cock grew harder and started to pulsate again. Precum started to leak out into his underwear which thankfully, Benjamin was too busy enjoying his own arousal as he tickled his dad’s feet making him submit to him.

“Hahahaha I-- hahaha I’maha ticklish little bohohoy,” his dad squealed.

“Aaaaaaand… what else? Say the whole thing,” Ben asked as he moved his fingers to the base of his dad’s toes again, but this time tickling very lightly. He wanted to hear his dad say it, but he wanted his dad to giggle like a kid as he did.

“Hehehe ok ok, I’m a ticklish hahahehe little boy and hahaha I’m weaker thahan youhuhuhahahaha,” he giggled back sounding exactly how Ben wanted him to and breathing in the smell of his son’s sweaty feet.

“That’s a good boy!” Ben said continuing to tease his dad’s toes. “Now, just one more thing and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Heheanythihihing!” William cried out.

“Kiss my foot,” his son said plainly.

“Whahat? Hehe no please hehe,” he begged to his son. He knew what that would mean. He knew if he did that, there was no coming back from it. But the tickling, the smell of his son’s foot mixed with the feeling of it on his face was making him so submissive.

“Do it,” Ben responded as his fingers picked up speed.

“Hahahahahaha hahahaha,” his dad laughed and cried at the same time fighting with the last ounce of his willpower not to obey his son.

“Now,” he said as he stopped tickling. And with that he felt his father’s lips pucker on the ball of his foot and kiss it. “Again.” He kissed the foot again and then again after that three more times without having to be asked.

“Good, boy,” Ben said. His demeanor changed slightly. He seemed to be much more calm and clearly in control. William was in awe over how dominant his son became and just laid there catching his breath and trying to process what had just happened in his own home. Ben sat back down on the couch and actually started to massage his father’s feet while turning his attention back at the television. Even though, he felt like he was now in control he still figured he would comfort his dad by rubbing the tickling and itching feeling out of his feet. An attempt, that he also hoped would calm his father down from what had just happened enough, but still exert his control over him. He had even replaced his foot back on his chest, but with the ball of his foot resting on his chin. This gave William a view of his son’s occasionally wiggling toes which, mixed with the massaging of his own feet, entranced him. Remembering how his brother would force him to smell and stare at his feet while he watched tv made this very familiar, but something was very different. His brother never treated him with care the way his son was now. As Ben rubbed his feet, even though he was deeply embarrassed just a few moments ago, he was able to let that feeling go now and allow himself to drift into complete submission.

“Feel good?” Benjamin asked without looking at him.

“Yes,” was all that William could say in his relaxed state continually staring at his son’s feet.

“Yes, what?” he asked his father finally looking down at him.

“Yes, sir.” William didn’t even need to be told what to say. Because of his past with his brother he just knew. And with that Ben rewarded him by wiggling his toes a little more for his father to see.

“Man, I can't wait till Uncle Donny gets up. This is gonna be a great summer vacation,” Ben said out loud to himself. He wanted his dad to hear it too. And all his dad could do was just stare at those wiggling toes waiting for his brother to inevitably come down the stairs. This was going to be a long few days. How was he going to survive this?