Audition No. 7 – Glen Powell for Blake Houston 

Character Description: Late 20s/Early 30s, very handsome, charming, disarming, manipulative, smart. Blake is an online content creator specializing in feet and has made a name for himself in the community. His OnlyFans is very successful and he is often regarded as the best foot fetish creator on the platform. Blake is like if the homecoming king grew up to become even hotter and went on to have a career in adult entertainment. The kind of guy who you want to hate for being too perfect but can’t because he’s too likeable. 

The last audition for Easy Money season two was very important and Ben Affleck knew that when he was in the studio that day with Jonathan Bailey, waiting for their last actor to arrive. “What are you worried about?” Bailey asked. “I don’t know, I mean I know this guy is great and his feet are just as top-notch but there’s just a lot riding on this role. I mean, he’s kind of the finale” Ben explained. “Are you worried about him pulling it off?” “Maybe…it’s a hard character to embody. He’s supposed to be behind the whole series; he’s the one bringing all of these other guys together. He’s extorting Sebastian’s character for money, spamming Kit’s character’s gaming streams, he’s seducing Avan’s character, blackmailing Michael’s character, flagging John’s character’s scenes, and reporting Drew and Dacre’s accounts. His whole game is to cut out any other person he sees as a competitor so he’s the biggest foot guy out there but we’re supposed to not think that until the end” Affleck laid out. 

“I get what you’re saying but I think Glen is capable of that. He’s incredibly charming and likable but I think he can make that villainous reveal believable” Jonathan assured just before Glen Powell walked through the studio door. “Hey hey! How’s it going, guys?” Glen greeted with a bright smile and warm handshake for both of them. “It’s going well. We were just talking about your character” Jonathan explained. “Really? Well, I’m all ears” Powell invited. “I know you’re a good fit for this role but I want to make sure you can play both sides of it, the charismatic, handsome guy and the scheming, greedy asshole” Ben elaborated. “I thought you liked what I did in my previous auditions but I can do something else if you want” Glen offered. “Well, there’s also the ending aspect that may be hard to sell” Ben added as if he’d been holding back on that part of his concern. 

“Oh, the revenge part? Sure, it’s a little complex but I don’t think there will be a problem. And even if there is, we can always work out the kinks” Powell offered with a reassuring smile. “Well, I guess we can run through one aspect of it today for your audition. I know you sent in a tape of your foot teasing and showing off like I asked and that was very solid but today, we’re gonna make sure you’re ticklish enough. Blake Houson is supposed to be the kind of guy that would never let himself get tickled, let alone on camera like ends up happening with him when he’s exposed, but he is supposed to be very ticklish” Ben pointed out. “Right…it’s been a while since I’ve really been tickled but I think I’m sensitive enough” “Only one way to really find out” Jonathan added as he shifted his eyes toward the tickle table that Glen hadn’t even noticed until now. 

The charming 36 year old was soon strapped down to the horizontal table just like the first season’s guys had been with straps at his ankles, knees, elbows, wrists, and waist. In a pair of jeans, boots, and a short-sleeve t-shirt, he looked like he wasn’t prepared for the occasion but he did look mighty handsome all strapped down. “Surprisingly comfortable, isn’t it?” Bailey questioned. “Actually, yeah haha. I might take a nap on this thing” Glen answered as he subtly tested his restraints. “I doubt you’ll be able to sleep once we get started. I think the other guys should be here any second” Ben added, putting a confused look of curiosity on Glen’s golden face. “Other guys??” “Well, I figured since you’ll be tickled by most of them in the finale episode, this would help me see how things go when you’re all together. Like I said, I was kind of worried about that aspect so I invited some of your co-stars to join us” Ben explained with a bit of mischief in his smile before there was a knock at the door and a collection of fellow famous faces joined them. 

“No way!” Glen laughingly exclaimed as Kit Connor, Michael B. Jordan, Sebastian Stan, and John Cena walked through the door one at a time, all with a similar eager smirk. “Hey, at least you’re not in that box from hell!” John pointed out. “What box?” Kit questioned. “I’m sure we can bring it out again if you wanna try it out” Jonathan offered his ginger friend, making his curiosity backpedal. “This is…this is crazy. I didn’t realize it would be all of you” Glen admitted from the table. “I couldn’t turn down joining in on this audition” Michael answered. “Yeah, you’re looking a little tied up, buddy” Sebastian teased with a few fingers wiggling in the air. “Hey! Nobody said we were starting yet!” Powell pointed out to spare himself from any unnecessary attention while he was so helpless. 

“Actually, you guys are taking turns having a go at him” Ben announced. “What am I, a fair game now??” Glen laughed. “Today you might be” Kit added. “In the show, all of you plus the others all gang tickle Glen’s character but today, we’re going to take turns so I can get a better read on things. I figured it would be easier than all of you tickling at the same time” Affleck explained, giving Glen some time to wrap his head around just what his audition was about to entail. “I guess that’s better than everybody at once” Powell confessed with a smile of relief. “You’ll each get 10 minutes so we can see how ticklish Glen is and get a feel for the dynamics of things” Ben explained. “10 minutes?!” Glen questioned with wide eyes. “It’ll fly by” Ben smiled as he grabbed his phone to bring up the stopwatch. 

“Alright, I think we’ll just go in order of how you guys auditioned unless anyone has an objection to that” Affleck laid out as Glen began to study his bondage a little more, with new reason to consider his escape possibilities. “Hell yeah, let’s get going” John answered as he and his fellow cast members waited to test out their tickle fingers in such a unique opportunity. “Shit, this is gonna suck, isn’t it?” Glen asked like he was starting to accept his fate. “Depends on how ticklish you are I guess…that and if you like it or hate it. It’s sort of the middle of the road for me” Jonathan answered with a chummy pat on his leg before walking off to the side. “10 minutes on the clock, ready to begin. Sebastian, you ready?” Ben checked. “For sure” Stan agreed as he walked over to the bound stud like a baseball player preparing to hit a homerun. 

“Your time has started, have at it” Ben announced and Glen tensed up before Sebastian reached out toward his hips, making Powell flinch with a sharp exhale only to realize Stan had stopped short of actually touching him. “Oh, you’re too easy” Sebastian laughed before actually sinking in just above the waist of his jeans on either side. “Oooah! nOOAhNnOAoh!! AhAhASshHIT!” came bubbling out of Glen in awkward outbursts as he grappled with the tight squeezes into his midriff/hips. “Off to a good start, huh?” Sebastian teased as he watched the new guy Hollywood had fallen in love with squirm and realize in real time how little control he had over his reaction or body. “HoOHOKK OoAHohSshHIiTTmMaAHaNN! AohAhOHoHoKK!” “If that’s your version of tapping out, I don’t really think that’s an option right now” Sebastian smiled as his concentrated fingers suddenly jumped to Glen’s sides, hiking up his shirt in the process to really get at his shredded body.

“AAHAH!!” fired out of Powell harder than the initial eruption and Sebastian’s smile widened with sinister joy while kneading into the core Glen had clearly worked so hard on. “Too bad having abs doesn’t make you less ticklish” Michael pointed out from the sidelines. “At least if he had some fat on him it’d cushion the blow maybe” John added while they all watched Glen experience his first taste of tickle torture in front of them. Sebastian’s grip was stronger than Powell had imagined, surprised by his strength as he wiggled and squeezed up and down the sides of his stomach with relentless focus, refusing to let Glen rest for a second. “AHAALLRRiiGGHT! AohahOhOAhTTiIMmeESSSUuuPP!” “Not quite” Ben laughed as he too enjoyed the show, having realized by now how much of a kick he got out of seeing a ticklish guy realize how bad off he was while in such a helpless situation. 

Glen’s handsome face squished itself and stretched with forced laughter and moments of surprise as Sebastian continued making the most of his 10 minutes, only leaving Glen’s stomach/sides to drop down to his legs, earning an animated look of panic from Powell as the nimble fingers started squeezing into his thighs. “AAHAHAHFFUUuCCKK!” came roaring out of Glen like Sebastian had discovered a trigger spot he’d hoped would go overlooked and he sprang forward against the straps as much as they’d allow, giving him just enough room to see Sebastian going to town on his legs for himself. 

“AahASSSHHiITT! nNAONNOAANOH!! AohOhAOHACCoHOHOMMmEEOoHOHONN!!” Glen argued through the uproar of laughter entertaining everyone else in the room and tried to kick his legs free but couldn’t get even an inch away from Sebastian. “I’m gonna have to invite you over to Evans’ house…I think he still has that tickle chair I let him borrow one time. You’d love it” Sebastian taunted, making the others watching wonder if he was bluffing or not. “FFuUCCkKTThhAATT!! aohAAJJuuSSTAOHASSTToHOHOPP!” Glen rejected with a sharp look of disinterest as his face was contorted with more full-body laughter. 

“Come on, where are those Texas manners?” Sebastian teased some more before sinking deeper into his legs, traveling north toward his crotch until he was really sinking his teeth into the sweet spot within a sweet spot. “AAAAHAHAHAHNNOO!! NNOOAOHAA!! GGooDDDAaamMMIIITTAAOH!!” Glen nearly shook the whole table as he raged against the straps and his legs vibrated in place while Sebastian mined for all the ticklish suffering he could find between the jeaned legs. “It’s so easy, man” Stan laughed toward the others just to fuck with Glen some more as he took full advantage of how open the straps left his legs, leaving Sebastian and his digging fingers 100% access to at least one of the movie star’s worst spots. 

“AhOAHOHAPPLLLEEAAASSEE!! AohAOHASSTToHOHOHP!!” Glen begged with a giggly voice crack and surprised the rest of the room, realizing just how ticklish Powell was thanks to Sebastian’s apparent natural talent as a tickler. “Please? Begging in your first 10 minutes? You’re in trouble today, buddy” Sebastian laughed just before the timer went off and signaled the end of his turn. “Well, that was a lot of fun. How about it, Glen?” Stan teased with a playful smack on his solid stomach. “I don’t know what that was but I wouldn’t call it fun…Jesus, man” Glen admitted with a laugh of disbelief as he regained some of his composure. 

“Nice to meet you, Glen, I’m Kit” Connor greeted with a shake of Glen’s restrained hand. “Good to meet you too, man. You seem too nice to be a dick like Sebastian was, right? You’ve got that whole sweet look about you” “Give em’ hell, Kit!” Michael encouraged. “Hey!” Glen protested just before Ben announced the next 10 minutes was starting. “Tell you what, I’ll skip where Sebastian tickled you and try somewhere else” Kit offered like he was doing him a favor as he walked around to the end of the table and grabbed the heels of Glen’s boots. “I think we already found out how ticklish I am so I don’t think we’ve gotta keep exploring” Powell suggested as his brown boots were tugged off and a pair of white Hanes crew socks were exposed. 

“I don’t think that’s how this is working, mate” Kit answered before going after Glen’s socked toes. “AhAH! DDAhAMmiIiT!!” Powell couldn’t help but burst with fresh laughter as his tight body jerked against the straps and Kit’s fingers clawed away into the undersides of both sets of cotton covered toes. “Well, I’d say his toes are ticklish” Connor smiled with pride as he did his best to keep it up while Glen’s feet kicked around. “I’ll hold his feet for you” Jonathan volunteered as he walked over and took hold of the tops of both feet. “HyEeyy! NNoOoTFfAAiiIRR!” “I didn’t hear any rules. Kit, did you?” Bailey questioned. “Nope, not a single one” Kit assured as he scratched along the undersides through the loose material around the toes with much less focus required now that Jonathan was steadying both 11s. “GAhoAGEhEETtoOOFFF!!” Powell argued through a wide smile as the strong fingers defied the small amount of protection the socks offered as he dug around with a permanent smirk on his pale face. 

“Socks are for pussies!” John called out from the sidelines. “Yeah, take em’ off!” Sebastian tacked on. “SSHHuUuTTUUUpPAHAH!!” Glen argued as if he had some say so over what happened and soon felt Kit reaching up one of his jean legs and Jonathan reaching up the other to snag the edge of his socks. “NO! Don’t listen to those assholes! They’re just jealous because my feet are nicer than theirs!” Glen objected/teased his audience at the same time. “Yeah right!” Michael laughed as Powell’s socks were stolen right off his feet and his lean, tan beauties were put on full display. 

“They are nice but I don’t think they’re necessarily better…I mean, Sebastian’s are worth going to war over” Jonathan admitted as he eyed the supple soles and inviting toes in front of them. “You tell him, Bailey!” Sebastian added. “I’m curious how much your socks actually helped you though…” Kit admitted before reaching out to both bare feet and igniting a fresh attack on the smooth soles. “AAHAHAHAFFUUuCCkKKMmMEEE!” shot out of Glen with newfound electricity as Kit’s short nails tested the naked sensitivity right along the creamy, peach arches. “Yep, the socks were actually helping him out” Jonathan laughed as he took a back seat again and held Glen’s rowdy feet in place along with the straps to make sure Kit got the maximum effect of his tickling efforts. 

Powell’s laughter was strong and stereotypically manly, like an adult frat boy who was especially charming, which made the high-pitched squeals and voice cracks Kit produced all the more hilarious. “Don’t forget the tools over there, Kit…I always find at least one that I like” Ben reminded. “DDUuUHUDDEe!” Glen shouted before Connor reached down and picked up a rectangular hair brush, giving Powell only a moment to relax before the selection was made and the collection of plastic bristles made landfall on his gorgeous right foot. “AAAHOoAohAOHAOHA!! NNOoAOhAOHA!! WWhhAATThHEEFFuUccCCKK!?!” Glen exploded with a unique sensory strike of lightning setting him off, uninitiated with the ticklish horror that was a hairbrush for guys with feet as sensitive as his. 

“It’s just a little brush, mate…no big deal” Kit grinned as he suddenly jumped onto the other foot with it and made Glen howl even harder, perfectly wrecked by the typically innocuous, everyday household item that’d been weaponized against him. “YYoOuIWwEeRRreAhAH SSUUpPoOOSSEeDD TToObBEENnIIiCCEEAHAHA!!” Glen pointed out as he endured the plastic bristles destroying his handsome feet. “How do you know I’m not being nice right now? I could be holding back…just ask Joe Locke; he’s seen me in action” Kit proposed before ditching the hairbrush and grabbing two even more harmless looking tools. “How much more time?” Glen asked during the short break. “3 minutes” Ben answered. “Ok, only 3 minutes…only 3” Powell pep-talked himself as he caught his breath but was stirred back into giggly unrest by a new sensation in his pant legs. 

“ooHohoohwwhAT IiSssthhAHAT?!” Glen tried to identify as he looked down but could barely make out what Kit was doing. “Nobody thinks about legs and ankles being ticklish but they really can be” Connor happily pointed out as he dusted along Glen’s legs and backs of his knees and ankles with a stiff feather in each hand. “OOhoOK! ookKOAohA! IIiGgEETTIiiIT!” Powell tried to convince as the gentler tickling proved to be its own brand of frustrating as his cheeks were pulled tight over and over with unpredictable gusts of laughter being coaxed out of him from the pair of feathers. “I think you’ve got some sock lint hanging around in these toes, mate…let me take care of that for you” Jonathan announced around the one minute mark and gave Glen only a second to consider what he’d just heard before Bailey’s eager fingers started scratching away at his soft toes. 

“NOoAohAOHA!! SSoONNoOffAAAHAbbIIiTTCCchHAHA!! SSTTOHHOPPp!” “I’m getting the lint, just relax, mate” Jonathan smiled as he tormented the delicious toes while Kit continued twirling and teasing the feathers everywhere else between his ankles and knees. “You’ve gotta keep an eye on those Brits…they’re brutal” Michael teased to John and Sebastian as they watched the English pair drive Glen crazy on the table, trapping him between the light tickling of the feathers and the more intense nature of the fingers clawing away at his toes until the timer went off for the second time that day and spared Powell of another second of the double attack. 

Glen’s chest rose and fell with relief and a glisten of sweat began to shine across his arms and neck. “Hell of a workout, isn’t it?” Ben asked. “A serious workout…who needs cardio when you can just get tickled?” Glen answered like a man realizing how powerful tickling could be. “Tickling’s all fun and games when you can pull away or fight back but when you’re on a table like this one, it kind of changes things” Affleck added with a playful pat on the tickle table and a sense of understanding in his voice. “No kidding” Powell laughed as Michael cracked his knuckles like he was itching to get started.  “You started that clock again, yet?” Jordan questioned. “I really wish you didn’t look so excited right now” Glen added. “Just happy to help make sure you’re right for the role, man” Michael assured with a flashy smile. “Yeah right” Powell dismissed before Ben set his timer again and announced it was Michael’s turn. 

“I can’t believe nobody went up here. I mean, armpits are like top three tickle spots” Michael pointed out as he hopped on the table and straddled Glen’s upper body so they were facing each other. “Oh, come on! You’re gonna fucking mount me??” Powell questioned with new dread in his voice undermining his usual confidence. “What’s it look like?” Michael grinned before sinking all 10 fingers into the wide-open armpits and watching Glen light up with fresh laughter. “AhAOhAohOhOHFFuUUcCCKK!” came rocketing out of Powell like he was ready to fly off the table but instead was held down by the straps while Michael took full advantage of how perfectly vulnerable he was. “I knew it!” Jordan smiled as he milked the tender pits and Glen writhed under him the best he could, his strong arms straining and yanking on the straps for some defense against the direct tickling but the table did not yield to him. 

Ben watched with a sense of déjà vu as Glen suffered on the table, recognizing the specific expressions on his face and his instinctive body language, the hallmarks of a man in the throws of his first bout with the most unique brand of tickling he’d ever experienced. The enduring surprise in his smile and look of nuanced ticklish desperation in his eyes as Michael pawed away into his damp armpits reminded Affleck of Jeremy, Mason, Will, and Jonathan on the same table when they were introduced to this kind of tickling. The feeling of having such a weakness exploited as an adult, let alone as a big strong man like Glen, was incredibly foreign. The addition of being strapped down only made it all that much more alien. Ben also knew that sensation firsthand after the revenge tickling from season one’s auditions but had grown fond of it in a fascinated, devious kind of way, like he could watch Glen or any of the rest of them in the room in that same torturous position for hours on end. 

“This shirt’s gonna have to go, man” Michael soon decided as he grabbed the end and hiked it over Glen’s head to tuck behind his neck, exposing the full scope of his chiseled upper body and naked pits. “I am so getting you back for this!” Powell assured. “What was that? I know you weren’t threatening me while you were like this…that’d just be dumb” Jordan pointed out with another eager smile before returning to the hairy underarms with renewed fury. “AHOAAOHAOOKOOKAOhAOH!! IIiTTAAkKEEIIiTTBbAAAHACCKK!” “That’s what I thought” Michael answered as his relentless fingers wiggled away into the depths of both pits and he even leaned down to start digging into his chest with his chin, a classic dad move that instantly amplified Glen’s already heavy laughter. 

Powell’s bright smile was forced to its full power as he shook on the table and felt the full wrath of Michael’s total domination, still hopelessly yanking on the arm straps to save his pits from Jordan’s fingers annihilating them while his solid pecs endured countless drills of his stubbly chin touching down like tornado after tornado to help keep Glen going wild. “Try his nipples!” Sebastian suggested and Michael took the request, switching his chin tickles to a grazing technique to tickle the right nipple with his shallow beard. “AAhAhANNoOOH! DDoHoNnTTDOOoTHAhAAT!” “Oh, he loves it!” Kit laughed and Michael switched to the other nipple and made Glen’s eyes widen twice their size before clenching again with curated hysterics. 

The clock was nearing the two minute mark when Glen surprised them all, managing to slip one leg free of the straps. “Shit - he’s getting out!” John announced like they were all guarding a particularly hot, ticklish prisoner. Powell grinned with a bit of pride in his achievement and tried to use his toes to loosen the straps around his other leg but Cena swooped in before he could further his escape, grabbing the free leg and pinning it to the other so his bare feet sat crossed at the ankles. “FfuUUCCkK! CCOoOMMEEoOONN!!” Glen whined as Michael looked back to see John’s handiwork, all while still tickling his armpits. “I think you just bought yourself another double attack, man” Michael laughed to Glen as John kept a firm grip on the pinned legs and let his free hand go crazy on the leading man’s trapped feet. 

“AahGGhSSHHiIT! NNOOAHoAOhAOH!! AohAGGhoOHMmyYGGOoDDAOhAOHA!!” Glen could barely think straight enough to form an argument to the new development with John now scribbling back and forth across his feet and Michael now drilling into the sides of his chest where they met his ribs. His laughter ballooned to new roaring heights as he surged on the tickle table with sensory overload, no match for Michael and John’s vicious fingers working on him at the same time. “Well, if we’re ditching Cena’s turn maybe this should turn into a gang tickling after all” Affleck soon suggested although Glen could barely hear him over his own laughter. “Hell yeah!” Sebastian agreed. “He’s gonna hate us for this” Kit laughed as he and the MCU staple joined in on the fun. 

“WHAAAHT?! NOooHAO!! NNoOoMmOORREEAHAH!!” Powell instantly protested upon seeing the other two get closer but his freaked expression only made him more enticing as Kit sat on the edge of the table and went straight to squeezing up and down the same thighs/knees that had started things off. “AAAHAHAHAFFUUuCCKKK! NOOAohA! NOOAOhAOHAOA!!!” Glen shrieked with horrified realization on his face as Kit’s strong hands dug into his thighs through the jeans like a pro, chomping up and down with thunderous success from Powell. “Let’s see here…if I’m gonna be an asshole, I might as well really be one, right?” Sebastian questioned as he moved around to the top of the table with two electric toothbrushes and started buzzing them across Glen’s ears and neck, immediately throwing more gas on the already blazing fire. 

“AAGFGhAHAFAHAHANNOOAhAOH!! MMOoTThHEERRFahAFFuUCCkKEERR!” Glen could barely get out as a more intense wave of uncontrollable laughter took over and commanded every bit of energy and derailed any ounce of focus he had. “Here, try it now” Michael even directed as he used one hand to steady Glen’s head forward and let Sebastian go after both ears without his head fighting him, subjecting Powell to a new level of tickle assholery. “AAHAOHNNOAOHAOH!! FFUUuCCkKYYOUOUUGGUUYySSAHAHA!!” Glen laughed with everything in him, unable to do anything but take the four-way tickling as his co-stars indulged in the rare chance to tickle someone so brutally. “Go ahead, get in there” Ben offered to Jonathan as they watched from the sidelines. “I think they’ve got it covered really…but I could try that move Zac did. Let me hold one of your shoes” Jonathan instructed and Ben chuckled a bit as he tugged off one of his sneakers and Bailey joined the gang. 

“JJONnAATHAhNNN!! AohAOHAHHEEELLPPPMmEEEAAHA!!” Glen tried to convince upon seeing Jonathan as the fingers clawing across his feet, the ones near his ribs, the 10 on his thighs, and toothbrushes terrorizing his ears drove him the closest to madness he’d ever known. “Sorry, mate, not really why I’m here” Jonathan explained with a devious twinge to his smile as he held Ben’s smelly shoe over Glen’s face and forced him to breathe in the ripe, mature flavor that’d been baked into it. “OoAohAOHGGrOOOSSAOHAOHA!!” “That’s fucked up, man” Michael laughed as he started fluttering around in Glen’s pits and Sebastian reached down to focus the electric toothbrushes on Powell’s nipples, leaving Bailey to keep the shoe over his face just to pile on to the insanity. 

Kit soon left the thighs after making Glen squeal and beg him to stop but wasn’t finished like Powell hoped, instead joining John at the feet and concentrating on Powell’s sun-kissed toes while John held both feet in place, pushing Powell to screams of laughter breaking through his delirious howling. Ben watched on with the same uncertainty of when to call the audition. Obviously Glen and his amazing feet had proven ticklish enough for the role but he also knew this kind of bonding, as chaotic and torturous as it was for Glen, could help make their chemistry even better. Part of him thought it was about time to end things when once again, another development proved too interesting to ruin. 

“Sounding a little hungry there, buddy…how about a nice footlong?” Michael suggested as Jonathan pulled Ben’s shoe away and Jordan took off his right shoe and slipped the sock off with it before planting his bare foot across Powell’s face. “AANHONNOOAOhAOHA!! FFuUUCCkKHAAMMAAAHhANn!! CCOOhOMMMEEoOoNN!!” Glen argued with surprise in his distressed voice. “This is gonna be a show about feet, right? We can’t let you be a part of things if you never get a little taste. That wouldn’t be fair” Michael teased as his silky sole wrinkled across Glen’s cheeks, nose, and mouse, feeling the laughter bubbling out of him the whole time. 

“Good idea, man” Sebastian decided as he stopped the toothbrushes and stripped one of his own feet before hopping on the table to stand up and dominate Glen’s face some more with his own naked foot. “OAOohAohAnNOOoHAOHA!! FFuUuCCkKOoOFFF!!” Powell tried to argue as the sweaty, warm soles filled his nose with their combined flavors and he got a crash course in how soft and delicious his co-star’s feet were. “That’s brilliant!” Bailey laughed as he watched Sebastian and Michael torment Glen some more. “Hey, Kit, get up here” Sebastian soon suggested and the youngest of the group left Powell’s feet to see what’d transpired at the top of the table. 

“No way haha. That’s messed up” Kit laughed. “Get in here!” Michael instructed as his own foot pulled away to start wiggling in one of Glen’s armpits and Kit obliged like a little brother being included in his brother’s friend group as he tugged off his shoe and sock and kicked his beautiful bare foot on the table to get acquainted with the side of Glen’s face. “NNoAOhA!! KkiITTDDoOnNnnTT LLLIiISSTteENN TTOooHoHTTHHEEMM!” Glen argued with Cena now scribbling across his own feet. “Don’t be afraid to give him a little toe action too” Sebastian encouraged and a few of Kit’s larger toes dipped past Glen’s lips to swirl in his mouth as laughter continued to gush out, forcing him to taste the salty goodness of Connor’s milky white toes. 

Jonathan was having a blast just watching now from the side, not even wanting to tickle Glen to avoid missing a second of the rare sight while Cena continued tickling Glen’s crossed feet poking out the end of the jeans like he’d found a new favorite hobby. But Ben feared as great as this all was, so much all at once could risk souring Powell on the project all together, convincing Affleck to finally call cut on the audition. “Alright, guys, alright. We don’t want to kill him…I think he’s had enough” Ben announced like a coach breaking up a rowdy practice. Each of them backed off within a few seconds and got off the table, allowing Glen to come back to Earth and catch his breath. “What the fuck…that was…I don’t even know what to say” Powell admitted as he slipped his other leg out of the straps and sat there stretched out on the table like a swimmer finally landing on shore. “Well, I think it’s safe to say you’re ticklish enough” Jonathan added. “No shit” Kit laughed. “Yeah, you’ve got the job, Glen, if you still want it after all this. I didn’t plan on it getting this crazy” Ben confessed with a light laugh. 

“Yeah…as long as I don’t have to get ambushed again, I’m in…or anymore feet being shoved in my face! That too” Powell agreed. “Great! You’re the last part of the cast now” Ben pointed out. “That’s awesome, man…now can somebody help me out of the rest of these straps?” Glen questioned, still with both arms and his waist secured. “We were actually gonna go for a few drinks. You can get out by yourself, right?” Michael suggested. “What?! No way! Fuck you guys, come on!” Glen laughingly argued. “You’ll be fine; you can use those pretty toes of yours to get out, right?” Sebastian teased. “Guys, come on! I have to pee!” Powell protested as they started to walk out. “You better hope nobody else shows up to tickle you then” Kit added before the door to the studio closed and Glen started trying to use his toes to free his arms until he heard the door open again. 

“Anybody home? We heard we were supposed to do some tickling” Drew Starkey announced before him, Dacre Montgomery, and Avan Jogia walked in to find Glen. “Did we miss it?” Avan asked. “Guys, they just left me in here! Help me out!” Powell tried to convince but his position and his lack of a shirt and shoes or socks quickly proved too tempting for the rest of the cast. “Jonathan said you might say that but that we were supposed to ignore it” Dacre explained. “What?!” Glen exclaimed as they all approached the tickle table and Glen started struggling more to free himself, cringing at the idea of being tickled anymore. “I’ve got his feet” Drew announced. “I’ll get his pits” Avan added. “I’m gonna try these abs” Dacre volunteered. “NO! Guys, please – no more tickling!” Glen begged with nervous laughter and just before they started in on him, the door opened again. 

“Alright, I’m not trying to make anybody cry today” Ben announced with a chummy smile. “What?” Glen asked. “We were just fucking with you. Come on, I’m taking everybody to lunch” Affleck explained as Dacre, Drew, and Avan started undoing the rest of the straps. “Oh, thank God…I don’t think I can laugh anymore” Glen admitted with obvious relief. “Yeah, save it up until we get to film the real thing with all of us” Drew teased as Powell remembered he indeed had signed up to be tickled by seven guys at once for the finale of the season. “I wonder if they have stunt doubles for tickling…”