Russell, having recovered from the laughing fit his son just put him through, couldn’t help but

stare at those feet sitting on his chest so close to his face. This time the soles were facing him

and he just lay there admiring them with his mouth beginning to water. He could feel the heat

emanating from them into his chest again and could even smell them a bit this time. He wanted

to tickle those feet so bad, to feel them with his fingers and to hear his sons laughter because of

it. He wanted to put his nose up to them and breathe in their scent and he wanted to play with

those toes. Those toes that would occasionally wiggle as they sat there on top of him turning

him on so much. What did they taste like? He wanted to suck on them and push his tongue

through each space. Russell actually felt as though he were getting close just from staring at

those feet. Each time those toes wiggled he could feel it getting stronger. Was this more than

just tickling? Did his foot fetish extend to male feet too? To his son’s feet? His son did have very

nice looking feet. Amazing feet in fact and now he was imagining playing with them…

worshipping them. He was definitely not normal, but he was too turned on and too entranced to

even care. He could just stare at those feet all day. His son had a power over him and he was

learning to accept it more and more. Man, what did those feet taste like? He had a one track

mind and he just couldn’t break free of it.

Isaac on the other hand, turned his attention to his dads face and realized just how hard he was

staring at his feet. He must really want revenge if he can’t help but stare at his feet that way. Of

course he knew his dad loved tickling him there the most since it was his most ticklish spot.

Isaac would always be left in a puddle when his dad managed to get his ankles in a headlock

and tickle him. Worse was when he discovered how ticklish the tops of his feet are only rivaling

his toes and it made him scream to be tickled there. Even remembering it made his toes splay

and clench a bit. Amusing, he thought, that his dad’s dick bobbed again when his toes wiggled.

And again. Man, his dad had it bad for his feet. Was it more than just tickling? He knew his

father would jump at the chance to tickle him there if he was free, but that stare he was giving

his feet was kinda weird. He almost looked like he was hypnotized. He wiggled his toes

nervously feeling a little exposed for the first time and noticed his father’s erection twitch and

leak more precum. Was he really imagining tickling him that intensely or did his dad actually

have a foot fetish? This was almost too much, if his dad was turned on by the tickling and also

his feet! He rationalied that the two could definitely go hand in hand considering they are often

perceived as a prime tickle spot on most people, but he never really thought his dad had a

tickling fetish let alone a foot fetish. Did he only want to tickle him or did he just really like

looking at his feet? Did he want to do more with them? Did he have a foot fetish, himself? Isaac

remembered a little earlier when he was at his own dad’s feet and seemed kind of drawn to

them himself. He remembered his own face getting closer to them, enjoying the sent, and the

way his dad’s toes wiggled. He would totally have put his face up to those feet now that he is

thinking of it free of guilt and embarrassment again. He wiggled his toes again to see if it would

trigger his his father’s cock again. It did. It throbbed and it leaked more precum. He loved it. He

loved knowing his power over his father was so intense, but he was also freely admitting to

himself that his dad may have an ounce of power over him too. Now he wanted to play with his

dad’s feet. To feel them under his fingers and to smell the musky scent coming from them. He

was leaking precum just thinking about it and he was at peace with that.

“Hey dad,” he said watching his father not even try to avert his gaze from those beautiful feet.

“Can you tell me, again, how good this all feels?” For good measure he wiggled his toes again.

“Ssoo good. I--it feels so good.” Yes, it felt amazing, really. Russell’s mind was feeling just

slightly too fuzzy to even hide it right now. Almost as if he were tipsy. His attention divided

between his sons voice and those beautiful feet. 

“You like the tickling a lot more than you thought you would, huh?” Isaac wiggled his toes again.

“Uh huh..” Oh man, was that an understatement. He loved the tickling so much even though it

also felt like torture. And those feet in his face were the best part about it all. He could just keep

staring and staring. He wanted to cum so bad. But more than that he wanted to taste those feet.

What was Isaac saying again?

“You really want me to tickle you some more, don’t you?” Wiggling his toes again a little more

slowly, dragging out a bit.

“Yea, so good..” Tickling sounded so good right now. Those toes looked so nice the way they

moved. But wait, what was going on right now? He just wanted to cum so bad.

“Well, I guess I could tickle your feet next. Are you going to be a good boy and let me tickle

those toes of yours?” he continued his slow wiggling and watched his father’s cock throb even

more. He definitely seemed to like the submissive terms being used on him and he was going to

make sure to remember that.

“Huh?” still sounding kind of out of it, he was beginning to become more aware of what his son

was saying this time. The threat of having his feet tickled scared him very much since he knew

that was definitely one of his most ticklish spots. He never let anyone touch him there and knew

this would be murder. Somehow, even through that fear, he was still feeling excitement and he

thought maybe he wanted Isaac to tickle his feet. Finally, moving his eyes to meet his son’s he

realized what was just said. Instead of responding this time, he just stared back at him

submissively.

“I’m going to tickle your feet, dad? How does that make you feel? Come on, you can tell me?

You were being so good.”

Russell liked that. He didn’t know why and it filled him with a bit of confusion, but being told he

was being good actually made him feel kind of happy. Almost like he won his son’s acceptance

just now. But the tickling. He loved it and it turned him on so much, but he couldn’t have his feet

tickled. He didn’t know if he could handle it. Would it be worse than the tickling before? Would it

feel the same this time? Would it feel amazing? Arousing? Yes, he did want to know after all.

“Tell me how good that makes you feel?” Isaac asked assertively this time.

“I.. I don’t.. I’m not sure I can handle that.”

“Wow, that was honest. Well,only one way to find out, huh?” he said as he began to take his

feet off of his dad’s chest.

“Wha- wait,” Russell reacted before he could think as his eyes quickly moved back to those feet

and the instant disappointment of the object of his affection being taken away hit him.

“Wait? Why, was there something else you wanted?” he wiggled his toes a bit quicker and more

obvious this time to see if his dad would admit to possibly wanting to play with his feet. He

wasn’t sure how or what he wanted with his feet, but he really loved the idea of teasing it out of

him, even if it took a while.

“N--nothing. Just.. go ahead.” He still couldn’t take his eyes off of his son’s toes. He may not

have been able to hide how aroused he was by all the tickling, but he was never going to admit

he wanted to worship his son’s feet. Whether that was embarrassment or just one las thing he

wanted to hold on to, he wasn’t sure. Russell only knew he just wasn’t quite ready for that. At

least not just yet. 

“Well, alright, if you insist.” 

Getting off the chair and heading down to the foot of the bed, he kneeled in front of his father’s

feet and looked them up and down again. His cock throbbed again and this time he knew he

most definitely had a thing for feet. His father, in particularly, had nice feet for a dude. He never

really thought about feet like that before and he definitely was not into women’s feet, but right

now, in front of him, he very much liked what he was seeing.

“Ya know, you have some nice feet, dad.”

What? Why was he saying that? That was weird. Did his son have a foot fetish too, he

wondered. Did he know about his already? He couldn’t remember if he ever talked about how

much he loved some of his ex-girlfriend’s feet in front of him, but if he did, maybe he knew.

Maybe he found out? Maybe his son just liked feet. His feet. He wiggled his toes nervously. It

was reflex from having his feet analyzed while being so vulnerable. 

“Oh yea, that’s nice. I like when your toes wiggle,” And he did. He felt his cock twitch in his

underwear again. He watched as his dad even wiggled his toes again. Not sure if it was out of

nervousness or if maybe he liked the idea of his feet being admired this time, he definitely liked

it either way. “I’m going to tickle them real good.”

Russell was wiggling his toes on purpose now. Yes, he was nervous, but something about his

son praising him made him want to do it more. Was it the hope that maybe he would go easy on

him? Did he just like his son enjoying him this way?  Maybe he wanted his son to be pleased

with him and make him happy? It was all of it. He was basically inviting the tickling this time and

he knew it. He felt his sons fingertips gently rubbing his heels and then they just stopped

moving, almost poised. He knew this was part of the teasing because he had done this to his

son before as well. Start off slowly, lull the victim into a false sense of security, say something

tauntingly to catch them off guard, then strike quickly making them squeal.

“Hey, you know what would be great? If you called me Sir,” Isaac suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” Now that was an extreme request that he just didn’t even believe his own son thought

was ever going to happen. “I’m never calling you thahat. Overher my dehehead bodehehe oh

gohahad!”

Isaac knew what his father’s play was, he had suffered it enough times and he learned from it.

Instead of quickly scribbling his fingers over the surprisingly soft and very warm skin, he very

slowly brushed his fingertips in circular motions on his father’s heels. He had never gotten to

tickle him on his feet before and he was going to make sure he AND his father enjoyed it. 

“Oh, really? Over your dead body? I don’t think it’s going to come to that and I don’t really think

you do either.” 

“Nohohohehehe I wohohohon’t.”

“No? We’ll see about that,” he said still lightly tickling his father's heels.

“No you cahahan’t mahahake mehehehe.”

“Aw, you’re sounding like you’re about to throw a little temper tantrum. Don’t you want to be a

good boy and listen?” he asked this time allowing his fingers to travel up to the sides of his feet

and gently brushing up and down them.

“NO! Haha no nohoho yohuhuhu cahan’t plehehease stohahap,” his pleaded, but he didn’t even

know how seriously he meant it. His cock throbbed achingly when his son asked him to be good

and listen to him and the tickling only amplified the pleasure. But it was still tickling and as

pleasurable as it felt, it was still torture.

“Ok, well, what if I tickled you.. Over.. here!” Isaac’s fingers slowly traveled across his soles over

to his arch and repeated the same motions in this spot like he did on the sides of his feet.

“Wait wait wait wahait dohohon’t dohohoooo thahahahat.” 

“Not on here? Ok, well would you call me ‘Sir’ if I tickled you here?” 

This time he brought his fingers to the very tips of his father’s toes and though it was so feather

light, it still made his dad squeal with a quick jolt of fear since he was so sensitive on this spot

and he didn’t know if he could take it if he explored his toes anymore than he already was. At

this point he knew he was going to break down. He just didn’t know how long he was going to

hold out for. 

“EEHehehehe Nononohoho hahaha nohahahat there hehehe.”

“Oh no, where? Here? Is this where you don’t want me to tickle you?” 

“Yehehehes plehehehease hahahaha.”

“Wait what was it you didn’t want me to do? I can’t seem to remember.”

“Hahaha yehehes you dohohohoo.”

“I don’t I swear you have to tell me so I can stop!” 

This level of taunting was making the tickling so much worse. Would Isaac really stop? Would

he really give him a break? Was he just going to move to a different spot? Why was this almost

making him feel like a little kid again? Why did his toes have to be so ticklish? Should he just

say it? Why did the way his son was teasing him make it so fun? Why did he have to enjoy it so

much? Why did he think his son was so adorable this way? Was it adorable or was it just sexy?

Maybe it was just both.  Lord knows his dick throbbed the moment he touched his toes. This

whole scenario has been turning him on since the beginning so he was definitely finding his son

sexy and he almost started to feel bad about it, but the tickling was just too intense, too silly, too

arousing. It clouded how he thought about it and he didn’t even care.

“Nonono hohonono.”

“I want you to say it. Say it for me. What did you want me to stop doing?” This time Isaac

brought his fingers to the undersides of the toes and just lightly scratched there, smiling playfully

the entire time.

“Hahaha ok ok my tohohohoes don’t tickle my toes hahahaha it tihihickles tohohohoo

muhahahahach.”

“Aw, well I think you know what might make me stop then. Why don’t you be a good boy and do

it?”

“Hahahaha you prohahahamisssssss?”

“I do. I promise.” And Isaac meant it.

“Ok ok Ssssahaha Sir hahaha! Pleasahahaha Sir hahahah.”

“Oh, wait but you have to ask Sir what you want from him.”

“Whahahat nohoho you promised haha.”

“I did and that’s why I need you to do what I ask so I can do what I promised.”

“Buhuhut I dihihihid it plehehehease.”

“You don’t want to upset me right? I’ll stop as soon as you tell ‘Sir’ what you want me to stop

doing. Hmm, maybe this will help!” Isaac said suddenly moving his fingers to the tops of his toes

and this felt like no tickling his dad had ever felt before judging from the shriek he let out.

“AHAHA OH NO hahaha nonohahaha.”

“Wow it must be torture here, you really should tell me what you want so it can all stop.”

“OK OK OK HAHA, Please haha plehease, Sir stohahahahap tihihihihickling my tohohohoes I’ll

be a goohahahahad boy HAHAHAHAHA!” 

A surge of pleasure went through each of their bodies as his father gave in. Isaac stopped the

tickling and chuckling to himself he grabbed his dick through his underwear again and stroked.

He just sat there on his knees watching his father’s feet wiggle and loving everything about

them. He pushed sat back on his legs, closed his eyes and just stroked getting himself closer

and closer until he almost lost control. He felt like he was in ecstasy and didn’t want this day to

end. He was finding out so much about his father and about himself during this entire

experience. He loved being the one doing the tickling. He loved the feet squirming right in front

of him. He loved being in control of someone else. He leaned forward back on his knees again

and brought his nose to his father’s toes inhaling the scent and felt his own cock throb again. If

this arousal and weakness is how he felt looking and sniffing his own dad’s feet then he could

only imagine how his dad must have felt when he had his own soles in his face. He got up

quickly and stood over the foot of the bed staring down at those gorgeous feet. 

“Did he just sniff my feet?” Russell thought to himself as he recovered from the hysterical

laughter he was put through. Watching his son stand up and looking down at his bound feet he

saw a hunger in his eyes as his hands reached for them. In love with the pleasure that he felt

from his son’s warm hands making contact with the tops of his feet as they caressed his skin, he

was both excited and anxious about what was to come next. The momentary sniff his son gave

his feet actually felt really amazing, but the hunger in his eyes meant he definitely in for more

tickling. A moan escaped his lips as he felt his thumbs apply pressure to his arches, massaging

them a little. He looked up to see his son staring at his feet as he rubbed them, looking lost in

his own fantasy until he spoke.

“You like this? You like when I massage these feet?” Looking at his father in the eyes he

continued, “they are mine. These feet belong to me now and I’m going to enjoy tickling them

whenever I want. How does that make you feel?

Silence. Russell liked it very much. So much so that his cock bobbed up and down again

making his son smirk. He was in a place where he would do and say whatever his son wanted

right now. Not because he wanted it over with, but because he felt total submission and just

wanted to let go of any remaining ounce of control he had.

“Tell me.”

“Amazing. It feels amazing,” he replied as he swallowed hard and preparing himself for

whatever was in store next.

“I’m gonna start tickling you again. Are you ready?”

Russell nodded.

“No. Say it and say it right.”

“I’m ready, Sir.”

Throb.  

With that, Isaac started to very lightly at first tickle the tops of his dad’s feet. Feeling them tense

up, he applied more and more pressure. Watching his face the entire time. The initial brush of

his fingertips made his dad’s eyes go wide, but then a happy grin started to take over his face.

Then the giggling. When he really started to scratch his fingertips on the tops of those feet his

father lost it instantly. He squealed and screamed with such laughter that he couldn’t believe

anyone was really this ticklish. But he knew exactly what his father was feeling because he had

felt it done to him plenty of times. The tops of his father’s feet were definitely much more ticklish

than anywhere else so far and he was really enjoying pushing those limits. This time, even

through all the torture he knew he was putting him through he was impressed that all his father

did was laugh. No begging this time, instead he just took it and seemed to love it. Eventually, he

realized quite a bit of time had gone by because the begging was starting now.

“PleassssssHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHA!”

“You sure about that?”

“YES! OH GAHAHAHAD STAHAHAP!”

“I don’t knoooow… What do I get out of it?”

“ANYTHING! ANIHEHETHING! JUST PLEASE STAHAP!”

“Keep going and make sure you remember you manners.”

“SIR! HAHA I’LL DOHOHO ANYTHING HAHAHA JUST PLEASE! HAHA I’LL DO ANYTHING

YOU WANT! JUST PLEASE STAHAHAP TICKLIHIHING MY FEEHEHEHEET!”” 

“Anything, huh?” Isaac asked genuinely intrigued.

“YES PLEHEHEASE! SIR!”

He stopped.

“THANK YOU!” Russell shouted as he continued to giggle and catch his breath. “Water…

please…”

“Right! Didn’t think of that, but what was the proper way to ask again?”

“May I… *breath* have some water please, *breath* Sir…” 

“That’s a good boy.”

As he lay there waiting for his son to return with water to soothe his very dry mouth and throat,

his attention became focused on his raging hardon. Even throughout the torturous tickling, he

was still rock hard. Something about the sensation really triggered something in his body that

made him so aroused, he was in awe of that and of his son’s dominance and control over the

situation. He was so turned on every time his own son praised him. Every time he was made to

submit. Being told he was good… and especially being told he was a ‘good boy’ made him feel

amazing and powerless and sexy all at the same time. Just thinking about it now was making

his dick strain and dear god if he just didn’t get to come soon he thought he was going to lose it.

He watched his cock as he reflexively made it bob up and down trying to give himself some kind

of relief that was never going to come. Would it be weird for his son to help him out? To touch

him... there? To touch his hard, leaking dick and make him cum? Would he even be ok

cumming in front of his own son? Yes. He didn’t care he just needed to cum so bad. He already

submitted himself fully to his son it would not matter if he did and he was certain his son

wouldn’t be phased. After all, Isaac was rock hard too.

Downstairs, Isaac was downing a glass of water himself not realizing just how parched he was

as he had watched the water from the faucet pour into the glass. After hastily swallowing big

gulps of the water and feeling the excess run down his chin onto his chest and down his

stomach he allowed the glass to fill up with more water until it was full. All he could do was think

about how horny he was and how badly he wanted to cum. He was also sure his father was just

about ready to burst. The tickling was driving him mad in so many ways and he knew he must

be feeling the strain badly. What if he played another little game with him. He already gave in to

everything he was doing and asking of him that Isaac wanted to see just how far he could push

this newfound control over his father. What would be a good game? Something torturous, but

not in a cruel way? Maybe tease him in some sort of way. More phantom tickles with wiggling

fingers? Nah, that was fun, but he wanted to try something else. He wanted to really make his

dad spiral down this road of arousal and desperation. He knew his dad seemed to really like his

feet. What if… Hmm. Isaac knew exactly what he was going to do next. Grabbing the scissors

from the drunk drawer and shoving them behind him in his boxer briefs he walked upstairs

smiling to himself devilishly again. 

Approaching the bed he kneeled carefully so as not to hurt him. Using one hand to raise his

head and the other to carefully put the glass to his lips he cooed, “Careful take smaller sips. I

don’t want you to choke. Ok good, yea.” 

“I’m gonna take it easy on you in this next part,” he said as he put down the glass. “In fact, I

think you’re really going to enjoy it. But first, let’s get you a little more comfortable, hmm?” With

that, he took the scissors out from behind his back and watched his dad’s eyes widen in fear for

only a moment until taking hold of the boxers.

After the boxers were cut free from his body, Russell looked down and realized he was feeling

even more vulnerable, as if that were even possible, and he loved it. After looking back at his

son, he realized he had stripped off his own boxers and watched as his son took hold of his own

cock and stroke it a few times while leaning his head back and softly moaning. All of a sudden

Russell’s mouth was watering watching Isaac play with himself. Seeing that juicy hard cock

leaking a little and pointing right at him. Did he really want to touch him? To take him into his

mouth and please him? Oh, yes he did. It was so wrong and he was so horny and he did not

care at all anymore. Maybe he was finally going to get to cum too. Was this Isaac saying he was

going to finally give him release from this sexual frustration? Was he going to stroke him off

using those very talented hands that caused him so much sweet agony just minutes before? He

was ready for whatever was coming next.

“Alright, here’s the deal,” Isaac positioned the chair right up to the middle of the bed, picked

something out of his bag again and sat down. “I’m going to use this to tickle you,” as he showed

his dad the turkey feather.

“But I thought--” he started, but remembering his place quickly stopped talking.

“What? What did you ‘think?’ Go ahead.”

“I guess… I was hoping you were going to let me…”

“Say it, what did you think I was going to let you do?”

“I was hoping you would help me cum…” Saying it out loud he realized that as horny as he was

he could still feel embarrassment, but what was done was done.

“Oh, is that what you were hoping? Well, how about this… I’m going to do just that. How about I

use this on your… aching… sensitive… cock,” he said has he brushed the tip of the feather

along the shaft with each of those last three words.

“ungh... heh… hehe”

Russell giggled from the lightly ticklish sensations and the idea of being teased with the feather.

It sounded like fun and part of him was excited, but another part of him wasn’t so convinced he

was going to be able to cum that way. He was going to need some added pressure or this was

going to take forever and it was still going to tickle. He loved the tickling, but could he stand it o

his dick for that long?

“I can see you’re conflicted. Talk to me, boy.”

“I’m just… really horny, Sir. The tickling feels good, but it might take me…”

“You really



 want to cum, huh? Ok, how about some added incentive then? Would this help you

cum faster?” Isaac put his feet up and crossed his ankles on his father’s chest closer to his face

again, watched him swallow hard and his dick bounce again.

“Uh… Yea, that might help,” and he swallowed hard again, feeling his mouth water some more.

“Yea that might help…?”

“Sir, sorry, that might help sir.”

“Good boy,” quickly wiggling his toes a she said ‘boy.’ “Here’s the deal, I’m going to keep my

feet right here and I’m going to tickle your cock until you cum. However, I don’t want you to cum

until I give you permission, is that clear?” ending his question with a quick wiggle of his toes and

swipe of the feather along the shaft again.

“Ngh, Yes, Yes sir!” 

“Ok, because if you disobey me I’m going to have to punish you.

This was it, he was finally going to get to cum and he was going to be able to freely stare at

those beautiful soles to get there. He didn’t realize how sexy and arousing just looking at those

feet and watching those toes wiggle could be. The feather alone would have taken a while to get

him there, but those feet were already giving him the confidence that he was going to get there

sooner than later. They felt so warm on his skin and he could make out the scent again which

only made him throb more.

“Alright, good. I’m gonna start off slow, and then I’ll pick up the pace.”

Russell just sat there and stared at those soles and watched as the toes played slowly until

finally they wiggled quickly and stopped. At the same time he felt the feather quickly tickle just

underneath his cochead and it tickled and it felt amazing. Isaac repeated the process 9 more

times, dragging out the wiggling and tickling a little bit more each time. He would splay his toes

slowly and then bring them to a wiggle as he allowed the feather to dance along the shaft more

and more. More and more his father would moan and giggle making Isaac’s own cock strain. By

teasing his father this way, it made him uncertain how much longer even he would be able to

last. Eventually, he brought his father to a steadier stream of giggles and moans and it was the

hottest thing he had ever seen. He loved being able to control his father, seemingly, with just a

wiggle of his toes.

Russell was truly enjoying himself now. This was a different kind of tickling meant entirely for

pleasure. He could lay here gazing at his son’s feet all day and maybe he would, but not before

getting to cum. And maybe, just maybe Isaac would let him have just a little bit more. Yes, he

really wanted to bury his nose in them. So much so, that his mouth was watering again and it

was all he could think of. He had to ask, he just had to. He had nothing to lose now.

“Please, Sir, can I…” he trailed off hoping his son would be able to read his mind.

“Can you what?”

“I just… Can I…”

“Say it,” he said firmly, but gently thinking his dad was about to ask permission to cum.

“Can I… smell… your feet, Sir?” he asked feeling embarrassed again, but his son’s response

made him feel instantly better.

Isaac softly giggled to himself completely not expecting that. Wow, he really had it bad and it

was kinda cute how his father seemed to be embarrassed to even suggest it. Of course, he was

going to allow him to. How could he deny him after that. He would reward him for being brave

enough to ask.

“Yes, and thank you for being honest with me and yourself about what you want.”

Russell’s cock throbbed so hard just now. He did the right thing. He asked the right way. He

gave in and was honest about his desire and now he was going to get it. He watched as his son

uncrossed his ankles, scooted down a little, and extended his legs again till those beautiful

soles were gently pressing against his cheeks.

“How’s this?” gently positioning one of his feet so that it was just hovering over his dad’s face.

“Good?”

“Yes… Sir!” finally getting to push his nose into those toes and breathe in the magic scent of his

son’s feet. His cock was consistently aching again. 

“Yea? They might smell a little hehe,” he giggled happily again, both from seeing his father

enjoy himself and from the light ticklish sensation of his dad’s nose sniffing and brushing back

and forth across his toes.

Growling a little from the combination of the scent, the feel of those warm soles on his face, and

the giggling from son, he was in a whole new state of mind. An elevated feeling of arousal and it

was ecstasy. He continued to hungrily sniff at his son’s toes and rub his face back and forth on

the sole until his son every so often switched feet. Hearing how his movements made Isaac

giggle a little more freely, he started kissing at those soles as well. Isaac may be in control of his

entire body right now, but he was still exceptionally ticklish on his feet and this was the most fun

he had ever had tickling him. Making him laugh, but obviously enjoying it and feel good at the

same time. This is where he was meant to be, under Isaac’s feet pleasuring him.

“Hehehe This feels amazing,” in his own state of pure pleasure, he couldn’t help but giggle and

let his father have his way, kissing and tickling his feet. “This may have to become a regular

thing, if you’re good. That reminds me…”

Bringing the feather back up to the throbbing cock again, he started to brush the tip of the

feather just below the cock head again and listened as his father let out another growl mixed

with ravenously horny moans and giggles. He tried to time it so that every time he moaned or

giggled, which was often, he would use the feather in the same spot. Soon after just a few

minutes his father was moaning louder.

“I’m-- ngh, gonna cum.”

“Make sure you ask permission,” keeping the feather dancing there now to keep the sensation

at a steady rise.

“Please ah, please can I cum, Sir mmmm!”

“Just a little longer and then you can cum.”

“Ngh! Please!”

“Just a little longer.”

He continued to tickle below his glistening cock head and just underneath the base and watched

has his father’s head moved from foot to foot more quickly almost unsure of where to go or what

to do next. Russell was practically in a frenzy with  the smell and feel of Isaac’s feet making him

feel weaker and crazier with lust. He was trying to keep the impending explosion at bay, but for

how long? He didn’t know. And Isaac wasn’t sure his dad would last either, but he was counting

on that.

“Please! Sir, can I cum?”

“It’s “‘May’ I cum. Not “‘Can’ I cum.”

“NGH! May ngh! May I cum, Sir? Please!”

“One more minute, you can do it, I’ll even count for you. One, Two, Three--”

“NGH! PLEASE!” He begged almost as if he was going to break down in tears. But he was

loving it. Every second. His son’s control and taunting was hot enough, but the idea of

disobeying and being punished crossed his mind and it was even hotter. He knew his son was

going to tickle him again and he couldn’t wait. He needed to cum first, but the submissive part of

him still insisted on being good and listening to him. All these thoughts cycling through his head

was just making it harder and harder to control though. Be good and listen, but disobey and get

the sweet punishment that he deserved. It was all too much!

“Four, Five, Six-- Whoa!”

“AAAH!” Russell’s cock erupted and he shot all over his son’s feet which didn’t manage to

protect some of his face from also getting splashed. Ropes of cum continued to shoot onto his

stomach as his body shook heavily from the pleasure of his long awaited orgasm. And it was,

indeed, the best orgasm he had ever had. His body finally settling down, he realised that he still

felt a tingling on the underside of his cock and he started to squirm again. 

“Uh! Did that feel good?” Not waiting for an answer, he continued, “I’m glad cause you were a

bad boy and didn’t wait till I gave you permission. Looks like I’ll have to punish you, huh?”

“Nnnhehe, nooo hehe dohon’t hehe I’m sorryhehe!” he giggled helplessly and playfully knowing

it was coming anyway.

“I think you want



 to be tickled, don’tcha? That’s why you disobeyed me, isn’t it?”

Isaac got off the chair, movied it out of the way, and sat back on the bed kneeling in between his

father’s legs allowing the cum on his feet to smear wherever his feet touched. Leaning forward

he used his thumb to wipe off the small bit of cum on his face and licked it off watching his

father’s astonished face. Placing his hands on his father’s inner thighs he softly rubbed along

the skin as his dad began to lose it already. 

“No no no hohohahahahahaha.” He loved it, but… was this gonna be worse than he thought?

He knew he was ticklish there, but now he felt electric again and his son was only rubbing his

skin not even tickling at all. Maybe it was just the anticipation again.

“Wow you are getting hysterical already. You really are just as ticklish as me, huh? Like father

like son, I guess heh.” His hands beginning to allow his fingertips to do more of the work. “Did

you know… that after an orgasm the body becomes more sensitive? I wonder if that applies to

tickling too. Let’s find out!”

And with that he kneaded the inner thighs making his dad scream with laughter. He kept it up in

that spot for a few minutes and loved watching his father try as hard as he could and fail to

close his legs. Happy he thought to secure him this way after all. All his dad could do was beg

and shout with laughter his cock softening from cumming while Isaac’s own cock throbbed even

more and leaked steadily onto the bed.

“PLEASE AAAHAHAHAHA!”

“Ok ok, I won’t tickle you there anymore, let’s try here!” 

Isaac quickly moved his fingers to his dad’s groin just above where his dick met the rest of his

body and Russell let out a scream and actually manage to slightly come loose enough from the

bonds to lift his back and butt off the bed. Wide eyed at this newfound goldmine of ticklish

nerves he couldn’t bring himself to stop tickling for minutes on end until he noticed tears start to

stream down his father’s face. Moving his finger tips up onto his stomach and slowing down,

light enough to allow him to speak in comprehensive sentences he allowed his father a bit of a

reprieve. 

“Got a little carried away there! Sorry about that heh, but you can take it. You’re being a real

champ about this, aren’t you?”

“Hehe please hahaha you gottahaha stahahap.”

“I’m sorry… WHAT?”