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Fur and Tickling fff/m Published: Jan 7, 2021
Dreaming about being kidnapped by ladies wearing furs and tickle tortured for hours. I'm not a big fan of the textures i added, but why not, i'm proud of this one.
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Part one of my new story. This one features stinky feet, the worship of stinky feet, and tickling. The feet in question for the first part belong to the main character's mom and aunt, so warning if you're not a fan of incesty stuff. Hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think!

Had to split the story in two because character limit.








Part one

“Adam, could you give me a hand unloading the last of our stuff out of the car? Adam? Adam!?” Kim stomped over to her eldest child, huffing and puffing, forcing herself into his line of sight.

Slouched in an armchair in the living room of his new house, Adam plucked out his earphones, letting a dimmed rendition of the music play whilst his ears went vacant. “What do you want now?”

“What I want is a little help. I'm not asking for much, I just want you to help me and your aunt Karen bring the last few things into the house.” Kim explained patiently, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice.

“Can't you and aunt Karen just finish it off? You've done the rest, might as well grab what's left.”

“That's precisely why I want you to do it. Me and Karen have done all the work here. We've painted, we've decorated and we've brought everything along from the old house. So get off of your bum and grab the rest of it so your aunt and I can finally take a break.” Kim used the heaviest stare that she could muster, crossing her arms tightly.

Adam could see that there would be no backing down from his mother. She was like this, deciding to focus on one little thing and make it a massive issue. It didn't help that she was an stubborn as a grumpy ox too. “Fine.” The young man stood, wrapping his earphones up around his phone and sliding the complete package back into his pocket. “What do you need me to fetch inside?”

Kim bit her tongue, holding off on berating her son for sounding so reluctant when asking a question. The least he could do was pretend to be helpful, even though he had somehow grown up to be one of the laziest people she had ever known.

Sitting down in her sweaty, paint splattered clothing, clothing that had been well worn and roughed up long before she decided to wear it for the purpose of decorating, Kim watched Adam go put his shoes on and go out the door. She smiled, happy to have almost completed the process of moving into her childhood home. Thankfully, very little work was needed in terms of repairs. Up until her death a few years back, the elderly woman had kept the place in tip top shape, God rest her soul.

Originally, Kim had wanted to move herself and her two kids into the property as soon as she had inherited it, but since Jessica had been still in high school and doing well in that particular school, Kim chose to wait until after her daughter had graduated. Adam had barely been a consideration; her son was all too happy to spend days alone in his room and went through jobs like a lizard goes through skin. For whatever reason, he simply couldn't seem to keep a job for over two months. Kim hoped that a new start elsewhere would be good for him.

“Look who's finally decided to lend a hand!” Karen teased when she saw Adam step out of the front door. She herself had a box in her arms, which would be the last box of the day now that her nephew had tagged in.

“You guys looked like you could handle everything just fine without me.” Adam retorted, brushing past his mother's auburn haired younger sister. Naturally, Karen's hair was a sandy blonde colour just like the rest of them, but recently she'd fancied a change. She didn't continue the conversation further, instead joining her sister indoors to relax after a stressful week.

Adam begrudgingly lugged all the remaining stuff out of the car and into the house, fighting the urge to storm off when both his mom and aunt sat telling him where to put it, then changing their minds and telling him to pick it back up and place it elsewhere. Their laughter certainly didn't help his rapidly building annoyance. For the better part of an hour he was back and forth, back and forth, straining his muscles.

Being an independent woman, Kim had learned quickly that she had to be strong to raise two children all alone. She and Karen, who was quite athletic which helped, had no problems carrying the heavy boxes and spending lots of time painting. Adam on the other hand, was skinny and lazy, so even this simple task was more difficult than it needed to be. He disliked that the two of them had made him do this when they could have done it in half the time or less. But eventually, the car was clear of their possessions. It had taken the better part of an hour, but it was over. He re-entered the house after closing and locking up the family car and was greeted by a rather at ease Kim and Karen, seated on the couch with their sneakered feet up on the coffee table. Adam thought that a little careless, people used that and it could do without having smelly, dirty shoes on it. But Adam decided to keep quiet, for reasons of his own.

Prying his eyes away from the soles of their trashed, old sneakers, Adam spoke. “All done. Can I please go back to listening to my music now?”

“Took you long enough.” Kim joked, smiling at her son. He pulled a frustrated face. “Hey now, I'm only kidding around with you. Thanks for helping Adam. We do appreciate it.”

“Although, there is just one more thing we need from you...” Karen said, giggling when Adam groaned.

“What do you want from me now?” He asked, dreading the thought of yet another task.

Kim giggled too. “Relax, it's something good. We're tired after today, so instead of cooking food I'm going to order pizza.”

Adam grinned, relieved. He didn't like physical labour, but eating was much more his speed. His mom tossed a menu at him. Giving it a skim, too hungry to be overly picky, Adam settled on an old favourite. “I'll have a pepperoni please.”

“I probably could have guessed. I suppose it is a classic.” Kim rolled her eyes, smiling. “Extra cheese?” Adam nodded.

Because there was no internet in their new home as of yet, Adam chose to sit downstairs with his mom and aunt, waiting hungrily for the pizza to arrive.






“What do you mean you forgot about our order?” Kim asked angrily down the phone to a man on the other end, frantically trying to calm the storm of a woman. She was stood, pacing around the couch. “How do you, a pizza delivery service, forget to deliver pizza?”

“That's right, you will resend the pizzas that we ordered, free of charge. Much better. Yes, yes, an hour is fine, I realise that you're a busy place. Goodbye.” Hanging up the phone, Kim pretended to bang her head against the wall.

“An hour? But I'm so hungry.” Adam complained.

“What do you want me to do? At least we're getting it for free. Unless this pizza is the best damn pizza I've ever eaten, this is both the first and last time we order from this place.”

“Agreed.” Karen said, before laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” Kim asked with a small smirk.

“Oh I was just thinking; I've had these dirty old shoes for years. I'm sure if Adam gets desperate enough for food he could find some foot fungus growing in either of them.”

“Karen! That's disgusting!” Kim snorted, giving her sister a playful slap. She then looked down at her own sneakers, fidgeted with her feet for a brief moment and pulled a disgusted face. “Although truth be told, my feet feel gross. These are the pair I used to wear to the gym, before they started stinking out the changing room. Now not only am I wearing them again, but over the past week I've been hard at work, sweating so damn much. I have to force myself to throw these things away once I'm done with them. My feet are really feeling the effects of all that standing up and running around that we've done getting this place ready to move into.”

“I know what you mean.” Karen said, raising her left foot slightly and rotating the ankle in a vain attempt to relieve the tension, repeating the same with her right. Suddenly, her head shot up as if a light bulb had appeared above it. She tapped the couch cushion next to her and beckoned for Kim to come sit down.

Kim looked confused, but sat next to Karen regardless. Adam regarded the two of them suspiciously as Karen gently pulled her older sister over and whispered into her ear. After saying what she intended to say, the sisters both started chuckling with their mouths twisting into silly grins, glancing at Adam.

Adam raising an eyebrow, silently questioning this strange behaviour. “Adam.” His mother spoke, still grinning and drawing circles on the arm of the couch with a single extended finger. “Karen just had an excellent idea. She thinks that to show how grateful you are to us for doing pretty much ALL of the work needed to move us in...” She made as if to finish her sentence, but cut herself off laughing instead.

Karen rolled her eyes. “What your mom means to say, Adam, is that the two of us think that we deserve nice, long, relaxing foot massages from you. That's all we ask.”

That's all? Adam thought, shocked. Part of him, a part that he forced himself to ignore, wanting to accept. You see, Adam has desires. Desires that many would consider weird, and some would consider taboo. He liked feet. So now, he found himself having to decline the chance to touch feet on account of those feet belonging to his mother and auntie. Besides, even he had his limits. Adam didn't even want to try and see if he could handle their foot odour after wearing such old, tattered footwear.

“Isn't there something else I can do for you? Come on mom, aunt Karen, be nice. I'll clean the whole house if you need me to.”

“Already done that.” Karen said smugly.

“I'll unpack everything!”

“Considering how long it took you to unload the car, son, we'd rather not wait a month to see our belongings again.”

“Fine, I will wash every single dish for the next month.”

“Wow, you really don't want to rub our sweaty feet, do you?” Karen added.

“How many times have you made that promise Adam? Each time you do them for a couple days then just forget about them until they build up and I have to do it.” Kim said, shaking her head, then sighed. “But it is still only a request. Keep in mind that I'll be disappointed if you don't do this however.”

Adam swallowed. He hated when his mom guilt tripped him. If only he could tell her the truth, she'd let him off the hook. If only he could say: “Mom, I'm sexually attracted to female feet!” That'd excuse him from rubbing their feet. But no, that would be too humiliating to admit to his own mother, especially with aunt Karen present. The only way it would be worse was if Jessica was here too, not staying at a friend's house until the move was complete.

“Sorry mom. I can't.”

“Hmph.” Kim made a noise, looking away from her son. Weirdly enough, it looked as though she was fighting to keep the grin from before from returning. Karen still wore hers.

A few awkward minutes lapsed before anyone spoke again. “Adam, if you need the toilet at all go now. I'm sweaty all over and want a shower before the pizza arrives.”

“Okay.” Adam kept it short, knowing that his mom was probably still annoyed and wouldn't want to hear his voice too much currently. He did need to take a leak and took the opportunity to do so, leaving his mom and aunt alone in the living room. Whilst he was urinating, he thought he could hear laughter and movement downstairs, but put it down to being just his imagination. Zipping up his jeans, Adam went back downstairs, craving pizza more and more with each passing moment.

Entering the living room, the young man couldn't help but notice that his relatives were absent from their previous positions on the couch. “Mom? Aunt Ka--”

Adam started to speak, moving forwards slowly but suddenly two people jumped out from behind a wall, taking him by surprise and pinning him to the ground face down. “MOM! HELP!” He yelled, terrified. Thank goodness he'd just emptied his bladder.

Feminine chuckles came from behind Adam's back. The kind of chuckling that he recognised. A smile came to his face, realising that it was only a prank. “Oh mom, aunt Karen, you scared me.” He laughed nervously.

“That was the point, Adam.” Kim said.

“So, uhhh, are you guys going to let me up?”

“Nope. Not until you've learnt your lesson.” Karen said.

Learnt my lesson? What lesson? “What do you mean?”

“Well, son, your aunt and I were discussing it and we think that your behaviour is dreadful. You haven't helped us at all moving in, even though you don't have a job. On top of that, when we offered you the simple out of rubbing our feet, you refused us. All you had to do was put up with some sore, sweaty feet and you'd have been off the hook. But you couldn't even do that, could you?”

“Come on, let me up and I'll rub your feet, please!” Adam asked, ignoring the possibility of his foot fetish being revealed. Whatever these two women were planning, he wanted no part of it.

“Have you been to the basement yet, sweetie?” Kim asked, ignoring her son's pleading with a tone of mocking endearment.

“N-no. Why do you ask?” The grins of Kim and Karen, which Adam couldn't see because he had a face-full of carpet, grew wider when he asked the question.

“There's something in the basement, dear nephew.” Karen spoke as if she were telling a story to a child. “Something left here by our mother, a relic of our adolescence. We've cleaned it up and dusted it off, with plans to sell it of course, but right now it could prove rather useful.”

“You see, Karen and I weren't always the kind, sensible women that we are today, if you can believe that.” Kim picked up where her sister left off seamlessly. “That's right, we could be quite the troublemakers at times, and your grandmother just couldn't figure out a way to set us straight. Until she acquired the item in the basement. After spending half an hour in that thing, we'd be happy to follow the rules.”

“What is it?” Adam asked, his voice shaking.

“How about we just show you instead?” Karen said impishly; a comment which both of them laughed at.

“No!” Adam yelled as his mom and aunt pulled him up, both arms pinned behind his back by the two strong female relatives, and then the three of them were marching towards the door that led down to the basement. An ominous creek as the door opened would have been fitting for what was inside the subterranean room however the hinges had recently been oiled and thus the door was silent. Kim and Karen were careful on the stairs, not wanting an accident to occur and anyone to become seriously injured.

Finally, Adam came face to face with his fate for this evening. A seat of blood red leather, with straps, chains and a set of sturdy, cushioned stocks attached to the end. There were ten black loops on the stocks, five above each of the holes. It looked mighty out of place in this fine house and would have been much better suited to a bondage dungeon or a torture room.

“Mom?” Adam sounded even more afraid now that the unknown punishment device had been revealed to him. “What the hell is this?”

“This is your special chair for tonight. All you had to rub your feet, endure the admittedly strong smell. But no, you had to be selfish instead. Let's see if you're still selfish after a few hours in the stocks.”

“H-hours!?” Adam attempted to wrench out of his mom and aunt's grasp, but their grip was iron.

“No point getting those clothes all sweaty.” Karen observed. “Might as well strip him first.”

“Great idea!” Kim said, as her and her sister once more forced her son to the group and started on his pants.

“Mom! Karen! What are you doing? Stop!” Adam turned bright red, trying and failing to slap away the hands that were in the process of removing his clothes.

“Relax son. I've seen it all before.” Kim chucked aside the pair of jeans once they were off, leaving her son's underwear on. She wasn't totally shameless.

“And I'll have seen it all soon enough!” Karen added with a giggle that belonged to a much younger, much more adventurous woman.

Usually it would have been difficult for Adam to avoid getting an erection, with two rather attractive women taking away his clothes and exposing his skin to their eyes, but the awkwardness and shock of those women being his mother and auntie negated any potential excitement.

With surprising efficiency, Adam was left with nothing but a pair of loose fit blue boxer shorts. Happy with their efforts, Kim and Karen wasted no more time, dragging the flailing, near nude body of Adam over to the bondage chair. They heaved him up onto it and worked together securing him, his struggles barely managing to so much as slow them down. Starting with Adam's arms, Kim and Karen took a wrist each and placed a leather cuff around them. The cuffs were attached to chains which in turn were attached to the back of the chair, looping over the tall back. Kim held both of her son's arms still whilst Karen moved around the back, pulling the chains taut and leaving Adam's arms stretched above his head as if constantly cheering. His mouth was doing anything but cheering. Protests and pleading became as normal as breathing to the young man, not that any protest or plea would persuade his stubborn captors to stop.

Black leather straps were placed and tightened around key parts of Adam's body like his chest, upper arms, waist and multiple sections of his legs as well as a few other places, reducing his mobility to almost nil. Before that however, the two women placed Adam's feet through the stocks and closed them shut. Although the top half of the stocks was heavy and would have been incredibly difficult for Adam to lift with his lower legs, Karen made sure to lock the stocks ensuring that the task was impossible. The stocks themselves proved a snug fit for Adam's ankles, that firm, cushioned interior being just malleable enough to allow most people's feet to both fit and be as immobile as possible.

After all that was done, Adam was left vulnerable to whatever his mom and aunt had planned for him; the only notable points of movement left to him being his feet which could move up and down or side to side, his head which had been left free and his fingers.

Kim clapped her hands together with a note of finality. “There, all done. Are you comfortable enough?”

The cushions that covered the majority of the chair's surface area weren't the most uncomfortable thing in existence, but t
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