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A few days ago, my friend Sam came over to my house for the first time in a year. Sam loves to portray himself as a tough guy. He does karate, basketball, football, and surfing, and he's not really a guy who likes to be told otherwise. With that being said, I wanted to break that tough guy attitude, and I definitely did! When he walked into my house, he was wearing a simple Nike shirt, shorts, and sneakers, so he was wearing just the perfect outfit for me to break him. We proceeded to go to the living room, where I had plenty of tools ready to be used. He looked at me with a face of confusion and asked what all of those were for. I said that I wanted to test whether he was actually as tough as he said he was. Him being Sam, he of course agreed to the test, even though he didn't even know what the test involved. I suppose he wanted to prove himself to me and possibly impress me with the endurance he insisted he had (he didn't). I told him to sit down on a chair as I prepare him for the test. After I said he needed to be blindfolded and tied to the chair, he finally got curious and asked what this test really was. I of course ignored his question and just gave him a half hearted response. Again, he was really up for anything to prove his endurance to me so he didn't mind in the long run. After I had him tied down and blindfolded, i then proceeded to untie his nikes and slip them off. To my surprise, he wasn't wearing any socks, but then again it only made it easier for me to break him with his feet sweatier than expected. I then proceeded to get my wooden stocks out and lock his feet into place. By this time, Sam finally realized what I was going to do to him, but he didn't say a word. Rather he just gave a grin and squirmed a bit. I then took off the toe rings I was wearing and put them on his, and like I hoped, they were a perfect fit. I looked at Sam and he was blushing, possibly because he's never put toe rings on before. TBH, toe rings are sorta underrated tickling accessories that should be given more spotlight. Anyway, by this time, the only thing I needed to do was put some baby oil all over his feet, but poor Sam was sweating all over that it was pointless. I could tell that he was nervous and extremely ticklish just by looking at how much sweat was running down his body. I loved it. Now onto the real action. I had 7 different tools with me: a toothbrush, one manual and one electrical, a feather, a brush, a marker, a wartenberg wheel, and of course my fingers, and I was gonna use all 7 of them on Sam's ticklish soles. To start off slow, I decided to use the feather first since feathers aren't too effective compared to other tools. When the feather went up and down his sweaty soles, there was giggling and squirming, but not much else. But the fact that he was giggling from the feather told me that he wasn't gonna survive with the more severe tools. I had to step up my game, so i decided to use the manual toothbrush. Even though I started off slow, he went crazy, and i decided to speed it up even faster between his toes. By this time, he was losing it, and wasn't being the tough guy he usually was. I then threw in the electrical toothbrush on his other sole, which caused tears to come down through the blindfold while the laughter became louder. I then decided to give him a minute break, seeing how he wasn't so tough anymore. I then chose the wartenberg wheel for my next tool, seeing how I just got it a day before and wanted to test it out. It was very effective no doubt, but it didn't produce the mouth drooling response I wanted out of poor Sammy, so i scrapped it for a tool I knew would produce the results I wanted: the brush. Seeing how I've always broke every one of my friends with the brush, I knew this would surely make Sammy drool, and it did alright. The first second that brush landed on his sweaty vulnerable soles, he knew he was done. In less than 5 minutes, I made Sammy, a tough guy, into a sweaty drooling teary eyed mess, and I was pretty proud of it. However I was far from done. I still had a marker and a pair of hands to use before I was done with Sam. I drew and wrote all over those big soles of his plenty of humiliating words like "Not so tough now" and "Sammy <3's being tickled!". Of course he was still blindfolded and was still losing his mind as if he didn't already, so he could care less about his tough guy status and more about me giving him mercy. After 5 minutes of that, I decided that instead of torturing the hell outta him with my hands and breaking any sanity he had left, i would give him a "foot massage". Of course this foot massage was still extremely ticklish and probably still broke all the sanity he had left, but it was fun hearing tough guy Sammy moaning like the cheerleaders for 15 minutes. After all that fun, I decided to let Sam go. I untied him from the chair, and before I had the chance to take the blindfold off, he fell onto the soft rug floor, drooling out of his mouth still. He was alright, recovering from being broken for the past hour. Just to be extra nice, I dragged his lifeless-like body onto the couch and let him rest. And just to be extra teasing, I put my feet into his lap and positioned his hands so that his fingers were locking my two big toes. And after an hour of resting, I finally felt his fingers lock around my two big toes again, but this time with more force. I looked at him. still wearing the blindfold, and said "Do you worst."

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A few days ago, my friend Sam came over to my house for the first time in a year. Sam loves to portray himself as a tough guy. He does karate, basketball, football, and surfing, and he's not really a guy who likes to be told otherwise. With that being said, I wanted to break that tough guy attitude, and I definitely did! When he walked into my house, he was wearing a simple Nike shirt, shorts, and sneakers, so he was wearing just the perfect outfit for me to break him. We proceeded to go to the living room, where I had plenty of tools ready to be used. He looked at me with a face of confusion and asked what all of those were for. I said that I wanted to test whether he was actually as tough as he said he was. Him being Sam, he of course agreed to the test, even though he didn't even know what the test involved. I suppose he wanted to prove himself to me and possibly impress me with the endurance he insisted he had (he didn't). I told him to sit down on a chair as I prepare him for the test. After I said he needed to be blindfolded and tied to the chair, he finally got curious and asked what this test really was. I of course ignored his question and just gave him a half hearted response. Again, he was really up for anything to prove his endurance to me so he didn't mind in the long run. After I had him tied down and blindfolded, i then proceeded to untie his nikes and slip them off. To my surprise, he wasn't wearing any socks, but then again it only made it easier for me to break him with his feet sweatier than expected. I then proceeded to get my wooden stocks out and lock his feet into place. By this time, Sam finally realized what I was going to do to him, but he didn't say a word. Rather he just gave a grin and squirmed a bit. I then took off the toe rings I was wearing and put them on his, and like I hoped, they were a perfect fit. I looked at Sam and he was blushing, possibly because he's never put toe rings on before. TBH, toe rings are sorta underrated tickling accessories that should be given more spotlight. Anyway, by this time, the only thing I needed to do was put some baby oil all over his feet, but poor Sam was sweating all over that it was pointless. I could tell that he was nervous and extremely ticklish just by looking at how much sweat was running down his body. I loved it. Now onto the real action. I had 7 different tools with me: a toothbrush, one manual and one electrical, a feather, a brush, a marker, a wartenberg wheel, and of course my fingers, and I was gonna use all 7 of them on Sam's ticklish soles. To start off slow, I decided to use the feather first since feathers aren't too effective compared to other tools. When the feather went up and down his sweaty soles, there was giggling and squirming, but not much else. But the fact that he was giggling from the feather told me that he wasn't gonna survive with the more severe tools. I had to step up my game, so i decided to use the manual toothbrush. Even though I started off slow, he went crazy, and i decided to speed it up even faster between his toes. By this time, he was losing it, and wasn't being the tough guy he usually was. I then threw in the electrical toothbrush on his other sole, which caused tears to come down through the blindfold while the laughter became louder. I then decided to give him a minute break, seeing how he wasn't so tough anymore. I then chose the wartenberg wheel for my next tool, seeing how I just got it a day before and wanted to test it out. It was very effective no doubt, but it didn't produce the mouth drooling response I wanted out of poor Sammy, so i scrapped it for a tool I knew would produce the results I wanted: the brush. Seeing how I've always broke every one of my friends with the brush, I knew this would surely make Sammy drool, and it did alright. The first second that brush landed on his sweaty vulnerable soles, he knew he was done. In less than 5 minutes, I made Sammy, a tough guy, into a sweaty drooling teary eyed mess, and I was pretty proud of it. However I was far from done. I still had a marker and a pair of hands to use before I was done with Sam. I drew and wrote all over those big soles of his plenty of humiliating words like "Not so tough now" and "Sammy <3's being tickled!". Of course he was still blindfolded and was still losing his mind as if he didn't already, so he could care less about his tough guy status and more about me giving him mercy. After 5 minutes of that, I decided that instead of torturing the hell outta him with my hands and breaking any sanity he had left, i would give him a "foot massage". Of course this foot massage was still extremely ticklish and probably still broke all the sanity he had left, but it was fun hearing tough guy Sammy moaning like the cheerleaders for 15 minutes. After all that fun, I decided to let Sam go. I untied him from the chair, and before I had the chance to take the blindfold off, he fell onto the soft rug floor, drooling out of his mouth still. He was alright, recovering from being broken for the past hour. Just to be extra nice, I dragged his lifeless-like body onto the couch and let him rest. And just to be extra teasing, I put my feet into his lap and positioned his hands so that his fingers were locking my two big toes. And after an hour of resting, I finally felt his fingers lock around my two big toes again, but this time with more force. I looked at him. still wearing the blindfold, and said "Do you worst."