Fergus had been sneaking around in his big brother's room, looking for his juul. He hated going in his brother's room, not only was the stench so powerful - a mixture of cheesy feet, constant frenzied teenage wanking and sweaty musky balls - but because the punishment for getting caught in there was always severe. Then

"What the FUCK bro? How many times I gotta fucking tell you" the eldest brother launched himself at his little bro

"No Charlie, please!" - Fergus tried to get past his brother but it was no good, Charlie was a high school wrestling champion, and he could easily overpower his brother, forcing him onto his bed, face down. Fergus winced as his face hit his older brothers smelly - and suspiciously crispy - sheets.

"Dude, dad is away all weekend, we're gonna have so much fun!" Charlie exclaimed, cheerfully. Fergus felt his ankles getting tugged, Charlie had lined them up with the bed frame at the foot of his bed, just as he began to protest, he heard tape being pulled off a roll, and suddenly, his ankles were secured. Then his brother took both his hands and taped them behind his back. He is face-down, ankles secured and elevated to the bedframe with his hands secured behind his back.

"Charlie please! I was only in here t-" Fergus stopped. He could feel his brother tugging at his converse, not even bothering to untie the laces. "W..wait No dude leave my kicks alone bro please I'll leave your room alone from now on!"

Fergus was getting nervous, he had no idea what his bro had planned. Then, just like that, he felt the converse on his right foot get tugged off. His older bro recoiled slightly

"Jesus dude!" Charlie teased, waving his hand to waft away the musky smell "your dawgs smelling pretty funky, you tryna be like your big bro?"

"Fuck you" sneered Fergus, he hadn't changed his socks for a couple days and was embarrassed. He felt his other converse being tugged off, followed by his sweaty socks. He curled his toes, the slightly cooler air hitting his pink, helpless size 10 soles. Just as he wondered what would happen next, he felt his hair being pulled up, lifting his head to avoid the pain, Charlie stuffed the socks into his brothers mouth.

Fergus was angry, tied up on his older bros sticky sheets, tasting his own marinated socks, he winced, thankful that his brother always went sockless, because as musky as his feet made the socks, he knew his brothers feet were basically chemical weapons, thankfully they were still encased in his beat up wrestling boots.

Charlie moved down toward his brother's helpless feet, he knew what his brother deserved. Fergus had been subjected to many punishments by his jock older bro, fart sniffing, forced labor, forced foot rubs, pink-bellies etc. But that morning, Charlie had been studying for his history exam before an afternoon of wrestling. In his textbook, he saw a reference to torture during the Roman Empire and discovered the Romans used some pretty unorthadox methods, the one that caught his eye, was tickle torture.

"....so they would cover the prisoners feet in salt water and get goats to lick it off, they said people went mad from how bad it tickled" Charlie finished

Fergus began to test his bonds and ejected the sock gag from his mouth

"Oh yeah dipshit and where you gonna get a goat from?" Fergus started to laugh, despite being totally helpless.

Charlie moved up the bed and sat on his brothers back, he reached for the spit covered, sweaty socks and examined them in his hand.

"You know bro, I'll have to tape your mouth up after I stick these back in there.. but first" Charlie holds up his muscular left arm, giving his bushy hairy teenage pit a sniff, he flinches at the smell before wiping the sock gag all over his sweaty pits. "Here I seasoned em a little bro" and stuffing them into his mouth and taping it up.

Fergus closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on breathing through his nose and ignoring the vile taste, then he heard more tape being ripped and before he could wonder why, he felt his hair being pulled up to raise his head, then realized to his horror, that his brother had slipped his steaming hot, rank, cheesy sweaty size 14 wrestling boot beneath his face, before he could turn his head, Charlie forced his face into the disgustingly warm, wet, tear-inducing stink. Charlie then taped the boot over his little brothers nose, making the dank stench the only source of air for the helpless boy. As Fergus began to cry out into his gag, unable to cope with the attack on his senses, Charlie sniggered and lifted his other boot to his nose and took a hearty sniff

"OH MAN that's ripe, sorry bro, I might not have done it if I sniffed it first" beamed the older brother, proud of his own stench.

Throwing down the boot he returned to his brothers helpless feet and admired the way his toes were curling with disgust at what he was tasting and smelling. He reached down and ran his nail down his brothers downturned left foot, starting at the heel and ending at the base of his big toe. That was enough to make Fergus yelp into his gag and become dead still.

"Holy fuck this is perfect" Charlie remarked, doing it again on the other foot to another cry of gagged ticklish agony.

He did this a few more times, dragging a single nail along each sole, ever so slowly, judging his brothers reaction. He ventured down, toward Fergus' toes and began to probe in-between them and along the base of them, hearing his desperate, suddenly boyish gagged pleas and screams.

For over 20 minutes Charlie tormented his baby bro's sweaty feet, dragging his nails up and down the two feet in front of him, twisting his fingers between the ticklish toes, listening to his brother desperately try not to laugh too much and inhale too much wrestling boot. 

"Okay baby bro, I gotta go shower" Charlie announced suddenly, his little brother suddenly relaxing, relieved his ticklish torment had not lasted. Fergus opened his eyes and saw his brother walking across the room, toward the door, he started to yell into his sock gag, desperate to get the evil smelling wrestling boot taken off his face.

Charlie wasn't leaving the room, he had a plan, he walked over to his wardrobe and opened it, leaning down he picks up a jar of peanut butter and closes the door. Laughing to himself at the confused look in his little brother's eyes. He noticed they were streaked with tears, he couldn't believe how ticklish his brother was. He sat across his brothers ankles and twisted open the jar.

"You know Ferg, I could tickle your stinky ass feet all night, but I gotta shower and then I'm inviting Jesse over to get lit" Charlie explained as he stuck 3 fingers in the jar and pulled out a huge helping of PB.

"But I don't see why you can't still have fun"

Fergus felt something heavy and sticky land on his left foot, then the right. He was confused and nervous but he had to keep his breathing shallow to avoid sniffing too much boot stink.

"Now I know we don't have goats, but this is the next best thing" Charlie finished up, methodically covering his brothers feet with the peanut butter, paying attention to pack it between his long helpless toes.

Charlie stood up and opened his bedroom door and started to whistle. Fergus realized his fate and started to struggle like never before but it was no use.

"I haven't fed Rocky today, so this can be his dinner, and you know he won't stop till they're licked clean my dude" Charlie teased as Rocky, the large family German Shepherd walked past him, towards his brothers coated feet. Rocky sniffed around them a little and Fergus tensed up, dreading what would follow.

Rocky the dog started to take long slow licks up the boys downturned sole, starting at the sole and ending at the heel, the thick coating of peanut butter was protecting his soles from the worst of the tickling, but suddenly with each lick, the feeling intensified. Rocky started to work on the helpless boys long toes, the wide wet rough dog tongue relentlessly probing and sliding between the desperate lads digits.

Fergus had tried to stay calm but the terrible lickling drove him over the edge, inhaling a concentrated whiff of his older bros fetid boot, he started to howl desperately, the tickling too much for his brain to handle, breaking down he had no choice but to take the punishment, as he brother looked on from the doorway, he noticed he'd been watching for 15 minutes and rocky was just finishing up, taking strong slow thorough licks to get every last bit of the sweet treat off the boys pink sensitive soles.

"Damn bro, thought you were gonna pass out there, but I don't think you've learned your lesson yet punk" said Charlie, as he leant down to examine his brother’s feet. Fergus was weeping now, unable to cope with the assault on his senses and his ticklish feet. He didn't even have the strength to beg his older brother as he felt more peanut butter being smeared over the base of his toes - his worst spot by far - he just lay there, wishing he would pass out and wishing he had stayed out of his brother's room.