Not a day goes by without girls and guys stealing glances at the 36 year old raven haired beauty. TL’s greatest appeal wasn’t his 6’ toned frame, nor was it his soft light brown eyes or gleaming smile, What made him endearing was his open minded and loving personality. Since becoming a librarian, he worked to make the library a vital part of the community. He got a building expansion for an internet cafe. In addition to teaching a descriptive writing class, hosting AA meetings, and bingo twice a week, T was also involved with the community theater. So was Chip, his childhood friend and lover. TL wrote most of the plays, worked as a stage hand, and manned the lights if needed. Chip was an assistant director, and actor, he also taught drama at the high school and college.

“Your story is off to a fantastic start Mike, but you need more elaboration on how your character is feeling. Also, work on using other pronouns the constant use of Zach creates redundancy.” “I hadn’t thought about that. I’ll see if I can make the improvements. Thanks T.” “No prob, let me know if you need any more help. Ahh hey that tickles.” TL doubled over in a squirming ticklish heap from the wiggling fingers between his ribs. “Would you quiet down? After all, this is a library. You’d think the librarian would have more restraint.” T turned to face his smirking tickler. “Hey sexy.” Everyone knew about TL’s incredible ticklishness. Since childhood there was always someone taking advantage of his weakness. So there was no desire to hide it. T loved being tickled but, he also loved being the tickler and getting revenge. The best part was he’d never let on when the revenge was happening. TL had a playful evil streak.

“How’s your day Chip?” “Better, since making you squirm and giggle like a little boy.” “Just wait till I get you back, then we’ll see who the little boy is.” This enduring friendship and eventual intimate relationship was built on their mutual love of sensual touch and tickling. “Damn, I forgot why I came here.” “You mean it wasn’t just to tickle me in public? Shady Pines Chip.” “Oh yeah, now I remember. Roger caught pink eye from his kid and can’t be in the theater’s murder weekend.” “Damn, that sucks.” A few months ago, TL had an idea to collaborate with a few of his best students to create an interactive murder mystery. He approached Chip with the proposal of having his drama class act it out as a dinner theater production. “Anyway, I was wondering if you’d be willing to do his part.” “I’m not sure babe, you know I’m not an actor.” “That’s true, but you’d be the first victim, so it’s not a huge part. C’mon T.” Chip used his best sad puppy eyes and pouted. “Ok, okay put the pout and sad eyes away. I’ll do it. As they say the show must go on.” “Thanks sweetie, you’re a life saver.” “And a foot tickler.” T wrapped his arm around Chip’s ankles, he ripped the well worn flip flops off the wiggling size 10’s, and slowly scraping his index nail across the balls of the ticklish soles. “Not the feet, please.” Chip pleaded as he writhed and pounded his fists on office chair while trying to get free. “As much as I’d love tickling you all day, I gotta get back to work. Love ya babe.” He left his ticklish lover a giggly mess in the stock room.

“Alright I think that’s gonna do it for this evening. Don’t forget dress rehearsal on Thursday, and we open Friday night. Thanks everyone.” “Hey babe, I gotta set up for Bingo. I’ll be home later tonight.” “Be careful love ya T. Oh, don’t forget Ken’s staying with us tonight.” “I got the spare room ready. I’ll be careful besides, nothing ever happens here. I love you.” “Love you too baby boy.” “I’m glad T’s helping us out.” “Me too Ken, but there’s gotta be a way to improve his acting prowess.” “Hey I’ve just had an idea.” “Oh yeah?” “What if we. Um nah never mind.” “If you’ve got an idea I’m interested in hearing it.” “I don’t know, it might be too crazy.” “C’mon babe, spit it out.” “Hey what are ya doing?” Chip grinned evilly as he wrestled Ken to the floor. “I’m getting you to tell me your idea, and having fun doing it.” “Shit don’t, you know how ticklish I am.” Ken was transformed into a squirming, giggling boy. “Coochie coochie” “Please not there it tickles.” The high pitched squeals and increasing laughter was fueling Chips tickle attack. His fingers devilishly wiggled and probed the sensitive flesh between Ken’s ultra ticklish ribs. “Will you tell me your idea?” Ken’s laughter went silent as his tickler invaded his deep pit hollows. “Okay yes I’ll talk.” Chip helped the panting, sweat covered guy to his feet. “You know how you’re always saying acting is reacting?” “Yeah” “What if we rehearse TL’s scene without telling him.” “That could work. He’d never expect it, and it’d give him an experience to draw on.” “But is T strong and forgiving enough to handle it?” “Once he finds out it’s us he’ll be fine. Besides he’s been interested in trying bondage during sex.” “I know he asked me if I’d be willing to film the two of you and even join in.” “So, are you willing?” “Fuck yeah, you two are my best friends not to mention sexy as fuck.” “You’re quite hot too. Let’s get things ready.” 

“Congrats to everyone who won tonight. Thanks for playing.” “I know this game is rigged TL.” “Mom, just because you didn’t win tonight doesn’t mean it’s rigged.” “Well, there’s got to be a better explanation for me not winning a thing.” “I guess it just wasn’t in the cards.” “Very funny. You know Dad and I are renovating the house.” “Just sleep with the contractor like last time.” “You know I would dear, but your Dad’s not the one working on it. His friend is, and he’s not really attractive.” “Good point. Oh, don’t forget Chip and I are coming for dinner this weekend.” “We’re looking forward to it. Be careful going home honey.” “You too Mom. Love ya.”

After cleaning the bathrooms, T grabbed the vacuum, slipped his shoes off, and left them on the doormat. Suddenly, he felt two arms wrap around his waist. “Hey what the fuck?” TL started struggling, but was unable to get free. His forehead was dripping with sweat as he wildly tried escaping. Intense fear gripped his senses as he felt another pair of hands grab his ankles. The surprise assault from the unknown assailants kept T from thinking clearly. The two men tied the squirming hostage to a long table at the back of the dark and deserted library. Never in his life had TL felt so scared, alone, and helpless. “Why are you doing this?” T’s mind was racing with the disturbing thoughts and images of what could happen to him in this compromised position. “Where’s the info?” One of them asked in a deep raspy, and frightening tone. “Wh..what info? This is a library, there’s lots in info here.” Suddenly, T realized maybe now wasn’t the best time to give a response like that. His eyes widened, and his toes wiggled in his socks. “I think Mr. Wilson needs some persuasion.” Something in T’s brain clicked upon hearing that name. That was the name of his character.

T blinked his eyes as the two guys removed their masks. He was looking up at Chip and Ken’s smiling faces. “What the fuck?” “We decided to help you with your acting.” Ken said as he ruffled T’s hair. “Yeah, Ken thought if we did part of the scene without telling you, then you’d have something to work from on stage. I hope you’re not too mad baby boy.” Chip leaned down and kissed his adorable boyfriend. “Goddamn you two scared the fuckin’ shit outta me.” “Well, that was the idea you planted.” “I planted?” T looked at Ken completely confused. “Yep, you were the one who said nothing ever happens here.” T closed his eyes shaking his head. “Me and my big mouth. Um so are you gonna untie me now, or leave me here all night?” “Not yet babe.” “Yeah, we figured we owe you some playtime after scaring you. Chip put a pillow under T’s head, stripped his shirt and jeans, then put a sleep mask on his struggling captive. TL’s senses were in overdrive, his skin’s sensitivity was intensified from the loss of vision. However, he was also very intrigued and becoming horny because of his exposed and vulnerable position.

“Is everything set up?” “Yep” T’s curiosity was driving him insane. “What are you two plotting?” He got an answer when he suddenly felt a finger slowly stroking along the edge of his left ear. The stroking was so light, the finger barely touched the skin. TL’s head jerked to the side trying to protect his ear from the ticklish sensation. He began to squirm, his toes starting flexing inside their prison of cotton, and light breathy gasps replaced the calm breathing. T figured his tickler was Chip, despite the public knowledge of his ultra ticklishness, there were some spots only Chip knew about. “This is too cute.” “I know right, told ya he had the most adorable tickle spots.” “I’m so gonna get you two.” T managed between his gasps. “You know what threats will get you.” T gulped suddenly regretting his words. Suddenly, the stroking stopped, but the tingling lingered. It’s continuance was maddening and all TL could do was shake his head and endure it. Chip grinned at Ken, he knew exactly how to manipulate and exploit his lover’s weakness. 

A couple minutes later, the library was filled with T’s high pitched giggled and squeals. The reaction was caused by four stiff feathers dancing across bare skin. One feather was eagerly exploring the edge and hollow of the left armpit. The second chose to draw circles around and inside the deep belly button. On the right side of T’s neck was where the third feather decided to play. Finally, the fourth feather was slowly stroking back and forth along the quivering lower stomach. Adding insult to injury Chip and Ken’s tongues were wreaking havoc with the erect nipples. T’s body shook, his eyes began watering behind the mask, and beads of sweat were dripping from the matted hair. All the random sensations made TL’s dick stiffen and leak precum. Erotic moans blended and congregated with the squeals and giggles. Just then everything stopped. Nothing was heard except the heavy breathing. T felt his head being tilted forward and a straw touched his lips. After some audible gulps, his head was lowered back to the pillow.

After a few moments of silence, T felt a firm but gentle massaging on his sock-clad feet. Warm and loving hands caressed and kneaded the tender arches. Nimble fingers softly rubbed and worked their way along the wiggling toe pads. Approving moans and sighs pleased the masseuse. A soft gasp escaped the warm plump lips as a nose sniffed the thin cotton and lips softly kissed along the soles. TL’s body writhed in euphoric ecstasy as a moist tongue slowly licked his hot sweaty cock and balls. T couldn’t contain the boyish giggles when he felt the combination of fingertips very lightly grazing his quivering soles, and the tip of a tongue tease and tickle his dick. The pleasured moans intensified from lips wrapping around his swollen cock excitedly sucking. Adding to the sensation, his freshly bared feet were enjoying a slow and much needed tongue bath. T’s toes flexed as the hot tongue wormed its way under and between the sensitive digits. At the same time the cum hungry lips were feverishly working to get the creamy substance that steadily rose from the shaft. Unable to hold it in any longer, T’s body arched and cum exploded and was eagerly devoured by the cavernous mouth.

Spent and drenched, TL lay limp on the table. “Holy fuckin’ shit that was awesome.” He managed after a few minutes of recovery. His eyes blinked and readjusted to the light when the mask was removed. “Glad you enjoyed it.” “Oh, since you’re already tied up can I ask you something?” “Sure” T responded between gulps of air and water. “What’s TL for? I asked Chip, and he wouldn’t tell me.” Suddenly, TL’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I said I was sworn to secrecy, but that he could try seeing if you’d tell him.” “Oh fuck, c’mon guys. I hate my full name. Please, don’t tickle it outta me.” “It can’t be that bad.” “Yeah it…” Boyish giggling quickly replaced T’s sentence as Ken slowly stroked a feather between the helpless toes. “Coochie coochie Tboy.” The taunting only made TL more ticklish and squirmy. His eyes shut as electricity shot through his senses. Ken increased his assault on the soft soles by slowly dragging his nails up and down the ticklish flesh. T was drowning in a sea of tickle torture. Boisterous howls and fevered screeches pierced the perked ears. 

After five minutes of continuous foot torture, Chip couldn’t resist anymore. He straddled T’s struggling legs. His fingers probed between the heaving ribs, then gently pinched and squeezed the soft sides, at the same time he leaned down and his tongue licked along the crevice of the belly button. T’s laughs and screams went silent when he felt Chip blowing raspberries on his taut stomach. He couldn’t hold out, a few minutes later he tapped his hand on Chips. Sitting up, Chip got Ken to stop his tickling. The two got wet paper towels and some water, and they untied T. “Well, obviously we know one thing TL stands for.” T looked at Ken and Chip. “Well?” “Ticklish Librarian.” They both said in unison. “But I don’t think that’s what your parents named you. So out with it, or we’ll start tickling you again.” Playfully, Ken backed his threat by drilling his index finger in T’s belly button. “Ok, ok I’ll fuckin’ tell you. My full name is Thumper Leif.” “That’s actually a cool name.” “I’ve always said it was adorable.” “So, why Thumper?” “You only asked my name you never asked why.” “C’mon T, you gotta tell me.” T sternly crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not tellin’” “Ok, then I’ll show him.” “Chip no, you can….” A wave of laughter started flowing and T’s foot began thumping the floor as Chip gently squeezed the vulnerable knees and thighs. 

“That is adorable.” Ken couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. “Ok, ok no more it’s soo damn ticklish.” T was rocking back and forth trying to escape the tickling. Chip stopped and held his boyfriend kissing his forehead. “C’mon guys let’s go home, we have a new video to watch.” “What video?” T asked as he gathered his things and got dressed. “The one we just starred in.” T smiled and shook his head when Ken produced a camera. The three decided to hold off watching the video till the next day. They were exhausted from the night’s events. While Ken and Chip slept, T began tying them to the bed. “There’s nothing like a ticklish revenge in the morning.” He thought to himself as he climbed in between the unsuspecting pair.