Randy Taylor's Ticklish Punishment

Randy Taylor's Ticklish Punishment

Randy Taylor was down in his room one day, reading a book.
"I'm so bored!" Randy said to himself, "Maybe I'll play a prank on Brad to pass the time,"
So he gathered up some supplies and set up his prank.
"There's Brad and his new girlfriend, Angela! I better get out of here!" Randy thought, as he ducked behind the door.
"I hope you had a good time, Angela," Brad said, blushing, while fixing his hair.
"I did..." Angela started.
Just as she had started, Brad opened the door and a bucket of oatmeal fell right on his head, causing him to yell, Angela to giggle and Randy, behind the door, to burst out laughing.
"RANDY!" Brad yelled, running in and chasing after Randy who started to run for the back door.
Angela ran towards her house while Brad ran out the door, after Randy. Randy jumped for the back gate, unfortunately for him, Brad caught up and grabbed his foot and pulled it. Fortunately for Randy, Brad returned his hand with only a shoe, instead of Randy.
"Rrrrr!" Brad said, "When I get him, he's gonna be in sooo much trouble!"
Awhile later, Randy pushed open the door and slipped in, hoping to not be seen by Brad, but Brad was ready, he jumped out at Randy, grabbing his socked foot. During their struggle his fingers accidently scrapping the foot, making Randy convulse in laughter, before squirming away and running to his bed room and locking the door.
"Hey, I didn't know Randy was ticklish, this gives me a wonderful idea!" Brad said.
That weekend, Jill and Tim went on their 2nd honeymoon, while Mark had a sleep-over for two nights, which left just Brad and Randy in the house.
As soon as their parents had left, Randy ran to his room and locked the door and Brad waited until he was sure Randy was asleep. Then Brad, got a key and opened the basement door, he walked down to Randy's bed room and took off Randy's shirt. Then he tied his hands to the cabinets above his bed and his feet to the bed posts.
"Wakey, wakey," Brad taunted, giving Randy's ribs and stomach a quick tickle.
"Hehe ahaha, Wh-what wh-why am I tied down?" Randy asked, waking up.
"Because Randy, this is my revenge for the oatmeal!" Brad said.
"What, tying me up?" Randy asked.
"No silly, putting you in this TICKLISH situation," Brad replied, mischieveiously.
"NO! You wouldn't dare!" Randy exclaimed.
"Oh, wouldn't I," Brad said.
Brad started to knead his fingers into Randy's sides, while Randy struggled to maintain composure.
"Oh, come on Randy, I know you ticklish. Why don't you just laugh?" Brad teased, "Tickle, tickle, tickle! Is wittle Wandy ticwish?"
The teasing, just made it that much more hard to keep from laughing. Brad then decided to start spidering his fingers all over Randy's soft belly and even into his armpits. Randy had lost all chances by this point in keeping from laughing.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOOOO! PLEEEEASE! AHAHAHAHA! I'M SORRY ABOUT THE OATMEAL! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEEEEEEEEASE! AAHAHAHAHA HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Randy screamed as he burst into laughter.
"Aww, there we go, I knew you could do it," Brad teased.
He kept tickling Randy's armpits and stomach and then accidently tickled Randy's flanks, sending him into a new fit of hysteria, so Brad kept tickling Randy's flanks, making him buck and laugh.
"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA! COME ON! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE
STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA
NOOOT THERE! NOT THE FLANKS! PLEEEEEEEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Randy begged, howling with laughter.
"Well, Randy, I guess I'm about done, I just need to tickle those wittle tootsies!" Brad said, moving over to Randy's socked feet, "Socks in bed Randy, I'll have to tickle you even more then."
"No, not my bare feet! Please, I'll die!" Randy pleaded, as Brad peeled off his socks.
Randy tried to hold on to his socks with his toes, but after a little tickling of his soles, he couldn't help but uncurl his toes reflexively. Once Brad had taken off Randy's socks, he immediately started to tickle Randy's arches, balls and heels of his foot. As much as this tickled Randy, because this was his worst spot, when Brad tickled in between and under Randy's toes, his laughter jumped up an octave.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT MY FEEEEEET PLEEEEASE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! COME ON! STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEEEEEASE! I'M REALLY SORRY! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOT THE TOES! ANYWHERE BUT THERE! PLEEEEASE! AHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Randy shrieked, just before he passed out.
Brad untied Randy and laid him down on his bed.

The Next Day, when Randy woke up, he creeped up stairs and started to run for the door.
"Randy, I forgive you. You went through enough and I won't hold a grudge anymore. I promise," Brad said.
"Okay, thanks," Randy replied, sitting down next to Brad. "Can you also promise to never tickle me like that ever again?" Randy asked.
"Nope," Brad replied, giving Randy a quick poke to his ribs.
"Haha-hey! Then I'll just have to play a lot more pranks on you!" Randy threatened.
"I wouldn't if I were you!" Brad said, grabbing Randy's foot, pulling off his shoe and giving it a quick tickle.
"HAHAHA OKAY Okay!" Randy said, caving.
"Good," Brad replied.