Daily Quickie #45: Friends Are Weird

"Come on, guys. Let me go!"

"No way, man. We're gonna have some fun with you now!"

Quinn sighed, and stopped trying to break free. His two best friends, Joel and Hudson, had decided that it would be fun to grab their unsuspecting buddy and tie him up, leaving him helpless on the floor. The shirtless ten-year-old was now pleading for mercy as his friends stared indicatively at his bare tummy.

The young boy was quite ticklish, a fact known by his friends since they were all five. They had met on the first day of kindergarten, and became friends within a week. By the end of said week, the trio was sleeping over at Quinn's house. Before they went to bed that night, Quinn's dad chased them down, snared their ankles, and tickled their bare feet pink. From that night onward, tickles were a large part of their friendship.

And now, Hudson and Joel had knelt in front of the hogtied Quinn, and were giving him the tickle fingers treatment. This was almost as much fun as actually tickling him, since Quinn was always driven to helpless giggles at the sight of them. Of course, the helpless giggles instantly became belly laughs when the wiggling fingers touched his skin.

Quinn was now laughing and wiggling on the ground, his eyes wide open and twinkling as Hudson's fingers dug into his tummy. Joel sat next to him, giggling at the amusing reactions. He then decided to up the ante by tickling Quinn's bound feet.

The young brunette was really laughing now. Hudson may have been an enthusiastic tickler, but Joel's dextrous fingers blew his friends' abilities clear out of the water. Every time his fingers zipped under Quinn's wiggling toes, the bound boy would squeal piercingly, bringing a smile to his ticklers' faces.

"Well, well, well, what have we hear?" a voice called out. Hudson and Joel turned around to see Quinn's dad standing there, smiling at the scene that lay before him. "They're tickling me!" Quinn exclaimed once he could breathe again. His dad smiled. "I can see that, squirt. And I think I deserve a turn!"

Before Quinn could protest, his dad leaned over and dug his fingers into his son's bare tummy. The trapped boy fell back into loud laughter, trying to worm out of his bonds to escape his dad's tickling fingers. His best friends sat back and marveled at how well Quinn's dad could tickle. It took them back to being tiny five-year-olds, helpless under his dextrous fingers dancing over their feet.

Eventually, Quinn's dad untied his son, who lay limply on the floor. "Now, Quinn." he said, adopting a semi-serious face. "Have these two troublemakers been tickled?" Quinn shook his head, grinning. They both stood and advanced on Hudson and Joel, who blanched and tried to make a break for it.

They didn't get far.

END