“I still cannot believe how sick this hotel is. I mean look at this shit; the soap looks like little blocks of marble. It’s ridiculous” Pete Davidson gushed while admiring the swanky suite. “You’re just used to staying in those basic ass hotels” MGK teased with a flashy smile from the couch, already having taken his shirt off and gotten comfortable with a glass of champagne from the mini bar. “Yeah well as long as you’re paying I’ll stay wherever you want” Pete added before flopping down on the king size bed and looking through his phone.

“I bet the restaurant here is killer” Colson aka MGK proposed while grabbing a menu from the table. “Yeah they probably only serve shit like caviar and truffle lobster” Pete joked before lighting up a blunt to really relax. “Dude, they’ve got couples massages haha. We should get one!” MGK suggested with a goofy smile, humored at the thought of him and Pete in matching bathrobes. “That actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea. As long as Megan doesn’t get mad if pictures of us together show up later” ''Yeah I’m sure she’d be really threatened by you” Colson laughed. “You never know, you might like sucking on my toes even better” Pete suggested with a raised eyebrow. “Haha yeah fucking right!” MGK laughed even more at the idea and proceeded to book the massage for the two of them.

The comedian and rapper turned singer showed up as scheduled at 5:30, on time but very high for their massage. “Hey, we’re here for the couples massage” Colson explained at the front desk of the in-house salon. “Great, I’ll let you boys get comfortable and your massages will begin shortly” the woman answered before escorting the famous friends into another room. “I bet this room would be great for a nap” Pete added once they were alone. “I might fall asleep during this massage regardless” MGK answered before the masseuses entered and got started on their backs, quickly soothing the pair of tattooed guests.

After about 30 minutes, both women had made their way down to their legs, kneading and rubbing their thighs and calves until both men were on cloud 9. “This is even better than I expected” MGK admitted through the hole in the massage table. “Fuck yeah it is” Pete agreed. “You think I could get one of these tables for my houUASEEoah!?” Colson couldn’t finish for breaking into sudden laughter. “heY! HHEeeY! EaAASsyY oOoNnTtheeFfeEEt!” MGk course corrected as quickly as he could once his masseuse started on his bare feet. “Come on, dude, it can’t be that bAaDdOohShHiiTHOaoAH oOkOOkK!” Pete was quickly proven wrong as his masseuse began rubbing into his long arch. “Not so bad huh?” MGK challenged to prove he wasn’t just being a little bitch about it. “Whatever, man…you’re the one who wanted the damn massage” Pete teased as the women took on a more relaxed approach for the rest of the massage.

The next day, MGK and Pete headed down to the lobby to checkout, only in London for a couple days for the short vacation. “Good morning, Mr. Davidson, Mr. Baker. How was your stay at The Sapphire?” the front desk man asked while clicking around on the computer. “Oh good, I’m gonna have to tell all my friends about this place” Pete answered, mostly sincere but Colson giggled a bit through his teeth, knowing he was overdoing it on purpose. “Excellent. Uhh, Mr. Davidson it seems we’re having trouble running your card” the man explained. “What do you mean?” “‘It’s simply not working; it’s saying declined” “What? Nah, no way. Try running it again” “I’ve run it three times, sir. Perhaps you can call your bank?”

“What the fuck is going on?” Pete asked Colson with a new look of concern. “I don’t know, dude. Hey, just use my card” MGK suggested as he grabbed his wallet only to realize it wasn’t on him. “The hell? I can’t…I can’t find my wallet” Colson explained with his own rush of anxiety. “Maybe you left it in the room?” “Sirs, cleaning service is in there right now and I assure you they would’ve contacted me if they’d found your wallet” the man added, freaking them out more. “What the fuck are we gonna do?” Pete asked. “Look, I don’t know where my wallet is so I don’t have any cards with me but you’ve gotta know who we are, I mean we’re good for the money. We’re not trying to get out of paying you guys” Colson explained as if the pleasure haze of their trip was beginning to wear off.

“Yes, I’m aware of who you are but I can’t let you leave without paying for your suite” “Can you just send us the bill?” Pete questioned. “I’m sorry, sir; this isn’t a dry cleaners. Your bill is $12,560 and until that is settled, I’m afraid you can’t leave” the man laid out, growing more stern as the exchange continued. “You can’t just fucking keep us here hostage, dude…no way, fuck that” MGK rejected with mounting panic. “If you cannot pay your bill I’m afraid I’m going to have to call the authorities and let you sort it out with them” “Shit!” Pete let out with frustrated disbelief, fearing the heat they would get if the press found out back home about this, knowing it would look really bad for both of them.

“Don’t call the cops, man! Look, this is a big misunderstanding. Can’t we just work something out like adults; you know we wouldn’t try to scam you guys for real” MGK tried to reason to avoid being arrested and facing all that would come with it. The man looked back at them for a moment like he was thinking before picking up the desk phone, “Let me make a call and I’ll see what I can do.” “I’m not going to jail for this shit” Pete added as they waited. “Hell no” Colson agreed just before the man hung up. “Alright, gentleman; follow me” “Follow you where?” Pete asked but the man didn’t respond, just walking down one of the halls and taking them in an elevator up to the top floor.

“Hey, where are we going?” MGK demanded to know. “The VIP room” the man answered before using a special key to unlock the door and walking Pete and Colson into the luxurious suite. “Shit, this is even better than ours” Pete added. “Mr. Harvey, your guests” the man announced and another man finished up the pool shot he was in the middle of. “Thank you, Gregory; that’ll be all” Mr. Harvey replied as the front desk man left. “Look, dude I don’t know what’s going on with my card and he can’t find his wallet but we can pay for the room…just not right now” Pete tried to explain. “Yeah, we’ve got money; it’s just a shitty situation” MGK chimed in.

“Yes I’m sure you have money but you wouldn’t expect me to come to one of your concerts for free would you? Or attend one of your stand-up shows without paying for a ticket?” the middle-aged man asked, indicating he knew who they were. “Well, no” “Exactly. So now that we understand each other, you have two options; I have the police take you in and you deal with them and having an arrest splashed all over American tabloids or you settle this payment my way” Mr. Harvey laid out, watching the boys look at each other with the same conflicted expression.

“We’re not sucking you off or doing any crazy shit like that so if that’s what you want I’ll get fucking arrested” MGK answered with a firm stance. “No, no nothing like that. Does that mean you’ll take my offer?” “...what is it?” Pete questioned. “You have to agree first” “Are you serious? That’s fucked up” MGK exclaimed with a flare of attitude. “As long as it’s not some kinky sexual shit or painful, yeah I guess we’re in” Pete answered, figuring it was the lesser of two evils.

“Fantastic; I knew you two were sensible men” Mr. Harvey answered as he walked around to another part of the suite and pushed a button on the wall. Pete and MGK watched with surprised eyes as two bizarre chairs folded out from the wall and both of them feared what they’d signed up for. “What the fuck are those for?” MGK asked. “Today, they’re for you. Why don’t you boys take a seat and I’ll get you set up” Mr. Harvey instructed, leaving the duo’s imaginations to go wild with possibilities as they contemplated backing out. “I know the chairs are intimidating but this will only require a small bit of your time” Harvey explained with an admittedly warm smile that helped convince MGK and Pete to oblige, both of them reluctantly putting their luggage down and sitting in the side by side chairs.

Of course they were incredibly hesitant about being strapped in the chairs but they figured if it wasn’t sexual and it wasn’t painful, how bad could Mr. Harvey’s debt settlement be? He strapped their arms out to their sides at an almost 90 degree angle and locked their ankles in the stocks attached to the ends of the chairs before strapping their waist down with a larger band. “…I can’t hardly move in this thing” Colson admitted while squirming around a little. “That’s the point” Mr. Harvey answered, sending a new wave of concern up both boys’ backs. “Who are you anyway? You’ve gotta be like the richest guest to stay in this room” Pete asked. “I’m the owner of The Sapphire Hotel” he answered, explaining why he seemed to be in charge.

“Alright so what is this?” Colson asked. “I like to keep a close relationship with my staff and I encourage them to tell me anything of interest that occurs in my hotel, things like celebrities staying here or how they enjoyed the amenities” Harvey started while pulling up a rolling stool in front of them. “What do you mean?” “You two are pretty ticklish aren’t you?” Harvey asked and the famous duo couldn’t help but cringe a little. “Woah, what does that have to do with anything? Everybody laughs during massages” Pete defended as he watched the man take the heel of his sneaker and pull the whole thing off. “No, they don’t…not like you two did” Harvey corrected as Pete’s second shoe hit the floor and he moved onto Colson’s.

“What?! You really wanna…tickle us?! That’s fucking crazy!” MGK tried to undermine while his long toes fought to hold onto his shoe but Harvey slipped it off anyway. “Oh my God, dude…you gotta be fucking kidding. Come on, that’s fucked up” Pete added as he grew antsier in chair, shifting his weight and trying to get loose but the chair didn’t give. “You both agreed to my terms and still have a sizable payment over your heads; I find this settlement quite generous” Mr. Harvey answered before extending both hands and raking down one of each foot.

“OoAohAFUCK!” Pete let out with clenched fists and sudden tension throughout his body but MGK bit his lip to resist reacting. “There’s always a tough guy” Harvey laughed at Machine Gun Kelly’s attempt to hold out and dragged down both feet again, getting another outburst from the SNL standout as Colson twisted against the straps. “Chill out! Holy shit…” Pete didn’t try to hide the fact that he knew he was in trouble but his buddy challenged Mr. Harvey. “I can always go faster” Harvey assured before spidering up and down both socked feet without stopping.

“OoOhoahoAHASSHsiiITTOHAohannOnNOoHAOHAFFuUucCkKK AAHAHAHAohasSTTOoPP!!” Pete raged and as his 12 ½ tried to avoid the man and MGK’s pale complexion grew redder and redder until finally, “AAoAOhAFFuuCckK! AOhoahAGGEETTOoOoOFFF!! AhOAAAAHAHANnOO! SSTToOhoPP!” Colson broke with gushing laughter that he hated to let out. “My masseuses weren’t exaggerating after all” Mr. Harvey concluded with a smile that both boys were ready to knock off him, dancing along the lean feet only about 12 inches apart.

“You see, I have a bit of an affinity for ticklish men like yourselves and over the years there have been several guests who for one reason or another failed to pay their bill. So I started giving them the option, like I did for you two, to spend some time with me and work it off or deal with the authorities. Nine out of ten times they choose this” Mr. Harvey enlightened while wiggling his seasoned fingers all over the famous feet, only letting up after a couple minutes of uninterrupted attention. “This is some twisted shit…” Colson admitted as he collected himself. “Alright, you got us…now, just let us go” Pete tried to insist. “Let you go? We’re just getting started” Harvey explained before moving around and grabbing something from a table.

“What the fuck is this shit?” MGK whispered like it was some kind of insane dream they were both having. “Fuck, man…I know; we should’ve just gone to jail” Pete answered before he felt the man grab his t-shirt and start slicing through it with scissors. “Hey! The hell are you doing?” “For a funny guy you sure are serious” Harvey answered as he finished cutting through the shirt off Pete to show off his slender frame and collection of ink. “Don’t fucking cut my shirt off, dude!” Colson forbid. “What are you gonna do about it?” Mr. Harvey challenged before leaving him shirtless too, just as slim and tattooed as his best friend.

“This is bullshit! We can pay for the room when we get home!” MGK barked with a jerk in the chair. “Sorry, that’s not really how it works” Harvey answered before strumming down their sides. “oOoHAOhShIT” Pete and Colson shivered with the new sensations and tried to wiggle away but the older man just grinned and started moving faster from the base of their pits to their waists. “FFuUuCkkThHIiSscChAHAiIRR!” MGK let out with mounting frustration as the fingers dragged up and down his painfully vulnerable body. “JjUuSSTTGGiIiVEeUuSsaAabBbReEAAKk!” Pete tried to persuade as his big goofy smile refused to die down. “A break? I guess you could get a break” Harvey agreed before leaving Pete and suddenly turning all his attention to the bleach blonde bad boy.

“AAAhAnNNoOO!! AaahAHAAGGeETTooOFFFAhAha!” MGK let out like the real damn had finally broken as Mr. Harvey drilled into his ribs and the sides of his chest. “Shit, I didn’t mean do that” Pete clarified while watching his buddy laugh his ass off. Mr. Harvey’s large hands moved like they were made for tickling, his fingers tightening just the right way to really get between each of Colson’s ribs and taser into his shallow chest with rapid-fire pokes that the music man clearly hated. “AAHoHAAFFuUCCkkIinNNgGGSSTTOopPP!!” MGK shouted with angry laughter as he pulled on the arm straps but failed to protect himself at all from the enthusiastic assault.

“Maybe I should just stay on you; your buddy seems to be getting a kick out of it” Mr. Harvey pointed out, triggering Pete to wipe the smirk off his face he didn’t even realize was there. “DDooOoOpPPEEETTEE!! DDOopPEETTTEeE!!” “Hey! No! I wasn’t smiling, really!” Davidson tried to assure his buddy but Mr. Harvey loved playing friends off each other and milked the situation perfectly. “Do Pete? Where is he ticklish?” “Colson, don’t fucking tell him that! I wasn’t fucking smiling!” “AhohaAhAAaAAARRmMmPpiIiTTsSS!!” “Really?” Harvey questioned as Pete started bucking in his chair harder, fighting to escape before the tide turned the other direction.

“No! My pits are not fucking ticklish, he’s just joking!” Pete tried to assure as Mr. Harvey left MGK and started back toward him. “I think I’ll see for myself” “Shit! No, come on, dude! No! NoOaoAHaohAOhaoaAaohaAOhA!!” Pete howled harder than he’d anticipated, his mouth forced wide open with uncontrollable laughter. Harvey started off with a focused attack with stiff fingers in the base of both wide-open pits to see if Colson was right and after realizing he was, started digging around in the rest of both underarms with wide curious fingers.

“I can’t believe you’d sell your friend out like that, Colson…his armpits are super ticklish” Harvey added as MGK caught his breath. MGK tried not to show much reaction to Pete’s turn but the longer he watched, he couldn’t help but sprout a small grin too, like he was enjoying watching him lose his shit the same way the playfully evil part of Pete did. “SSTTOoOOPppAHOAaAhAhaagGEETToOuUTTooOOFFTTHhhEERREeEE!” Davidson yelled through his wild laughter as Harvey clawed back and forth through the pale pits and brown hair rather rhythmically so his fingertips glided along with minimal effort to keep Pete thrashing around.

“You boys are covered in tattoos…your pain tolerance must be higher than your tolerance for tickling” Harvey suggested before repositioning himself and launching onto both exposed stomachs with claw-like hands. “NnOoohAohaaohhAFFuUUCKKOooFFF!!’ “AHaoHAaMmOoOTthHEERRfFFuUuCCkkeerRR!!” both Pete and MGK protested as their toned bellies tensed up to try and counteract Harvey’s attack but it wasn’t much use. Their robust laughter from before was suddenly bubblier and goofier as their faces contorted to try and keep from laughing so much, both of their egos taking a bit of a hit after being confronted with how ticklish they were.

Mr. Harvey fluttered all over both boys’ stomachs like toys he could keep teasing for hours and even though he enjoyed how easy it was to get a reaction, he soon wanted more. The effective yet mild technique shifted gears without warning as Harvey sank in with all ten fingers and wiggled into their shallow abs to really make them earn their stay at his hotel. “AAahoAOooAOhaoahaSSHHiiiTT!!” AhoAHAOhAANNOonNoAoahoaHAAOoHmMYyGGOoOoddD!!” MGK and Pete erupted with a more thunderous reaction, their eyes widening with the sudden jump and their fists clenching to endure the horrible tickling.

“That’s better” Harvey taunted while working into both flat stomachs and making sure to take a minute to admire their suffering, watching Colson’s wild hair fly back and forth as his head bobbed around and Pete’s shoulders bouncing against the back of the chair while he floundered in place. “I don’t actually get to meet my famous guests very often so while you’re here, I’d like to ask you both some questions” Harvey explained as his hands finally retracted and let them relax. “...what kind of questions?” Pete asked. “Just a couple that’ve been floating around in my head” “Fuck your stupid questions…just finish this shit up” MGK added, persuading Harvey to lick his finger and plunge into his bellybutton. “OOAhOAHooOOoHOAOHAOokOOK!! AOhAAFFuUCCKK! AASSkkKTTHhEeQQUuEeeSSttTtIioOOnNnSS!!” Colson shouted as the finger swirled around in his navel until he changed his tune.

“I should warn you, I can always tell when someone is lying; it’s like a sixth sense of mine so I wouldn’t try it” Harvey warned. “Just ask us the questions, dude” Pete pressed. “Fine, you’re up first; who is the most ticklish guy on SNL with you?” “What? I don’t know…I don’t exactly go around tickling everybody to find out” Pete answered but Harvey didn’t move on, instead latching around one of Davidson’s thighs and squeezing in with a vicious chomping motion. “AAH! AAHAOOkkOOkAOhAOAAHOACCOoolLiIINN!! IIITTSSSCcCCoOoLLIINNJJoOOSSSTT!!” Pete spat out as quickly as he could once he realized how unbearable the squeezing was. “I told you not to lie. But thanks for the information; I always wondered if Colin was ticklish” Harvey answered while Pete hoped Colin wouldn’t find out somehow later

“Now, Machine Gun Kelly, it’s well known that you have a thing for women’s feet but I want to know if you’ve ever been interested in Pete’s…even a little” “Man, hell no. I like pretty feet, not guy feet” Colson answered as confident as ever before Harvey clamped around his thigh and repeated the same squeezing technique. “AAAAhAhAGGOoOODDAAmMIiITTOAAahahaA GGEETToOOFF!!” “Tell me the truth” “AhAOaAohAYYyEEESSS! YyYEESSAAAllLRRiiIGGHhTT!!” MGK confessed to save his tender thighs, both boys in shorts that had since fallen toward their waists and left their legs totally unprotected. “Well isn’t that funny; I guess Megan Fox has some competition” Harvey teased as Pete blushed a little and MGK’s face tightened the way tough or cool guys do to deal with embarrassment.

“I think that’s all the questions I have right now; thanks for indulging me” Mr. Harvey added as he stood up and walked out of sight. “What the fuck is wrong with this guy??” MGK asked. “I don’t know…he’s gotta be done soon, right?” Pete answered. “I fucking hope so” Colson answered before Harvey returned, this time coming around the opposite way so he wasn’t seen until he appeared behind MGK. But before either of them realized he was there, a sudden ripping sound filled the air and a long piece of duct tape landed across Colson’s mouth. “Dude, what the fuck!?” Pete asked with a freaked out look as the man ran the roll of tape around his head a few times, even grabbing a handful of his hair to steady him as he finished up.

“It’s all part of the settlement” Harvey assured as if that was supposed to calm Pete and Colson fought against the tape with newfound rage. “MMhMmpHmmhMM!!!” “Don’t put that shit on me! I’m serious, man!! Don’t!” Pete argued until the man grabbed his hair with one hand and started wrapping the tape around him the same way, securing the first couple layers before letting his hair go. Another rip of the tape told Pete he was finished, relegated to cursing and threatening the man behind the gag now as they watched him set the tape down and move back in front of their feet.

“MmpHmMMPHM!!” both of them argued behind the tape, anticipating what Harvey was gonna do next until he surprised them by grabbing MGK’s left foot and burying his face in the black socked sole. “Mmmm…oh yeah, nice and ripe” Harvey announced as he breathed in the size 12 and MGK tried to jerk his foot free. The older man took in the whole foot and pressed his nose into the bit of extra space left by the sock at his toes, feeling them wiggle and fan out in rejection. “MMPhMmphM!!” Colson protested in obvious disgust as Harvey relished in his smelly feet, MGK never one to ever let a guy just enjoy them like that but what choice did he have? “What about these?” Harvey questioned before finally moving onto Pete’s and indulging just the same.

The outline of Pete’s foot was sweat stained into the socks as if they’d been worn a couple days in a row and that left them even more flavorful, delighting Harvey with their cheesy goodness. “I think I see why MGK likes your feet” Mr. Harvey added to mess with both boys before breathing in a little more, even rubbing the foot on his face to really get every tangy, sour note. Pete looked on with a judgmental expression as he waited for Harvey to finish soaking up his feet but by the time he felt his socks slipping off, he wished Harvey would’ve just stuck to smelling them.

“MmphM!!” Pete argued the best he could to prevent losing his socks but Harvey made him feel every inch as they left his big feet, peeling the cotton protection back slowly past his heels, then his arches, until they were scrunched up hanging on his long toes. “These are good right here for now” Harvey added and left the dirty socks loose on Pete’s toes before returning to MGK’s. “MmphMmPhMM!!” Colson barked with muffled threats but Mr. Harvey loved how much fight he had in him. He took elastic edges of both ankle socks and patiently teased them off MGK, rolling the right and left up his narrow feet to make him anticipate losing the coverage until they were rolled up onto his toes similar to Pete’s.

Mr. Harvey stood up from the mostly bare feet and puzzled his guests, expecting him to have his way with their feet but instead he stopped between their chairs. “The first one to lose their socks wins the game” was all he said with frightening ambiguity while Pete and Colson looked back at him equally confused. “Ready?” “MphMPMHm!” “Great” he answered before launching into their armpits. “MMPhmmPhmmhMM!!!” boomed out from both of them as they tried to get away and struggled in the chairs, unaware what ‘winning’ the impromptu game even meant.

“Oh, there goes one of Pete’s” Harvey announced, now standing facing the stocks. “MmpMMHMHPPmHmM!!” MGK roared and bucked against the waist strap as his first sock fell off. “One for one, who’s it gonna be?” Harvey commentated but neither Pete nor Colson knew if they should win or lose. The older man suddenly jumped to their necks for a playfully wicked kneading attack that no amount of head ducking or bobbing could counteract and both boys’ laughter spiraled into a higher pitch of ticklish frustration, fighting the pesky fingers the best they could until MGK’s second sock slipped off his pale toes and ended the ‘game’. “Well, I guess Colson is the winner…that means you get to go first! Mr. Harvey explained as MGK’s heart sank and the hotel owner repositioned himself in front of the naked, punk feet.

Colson couldn’t hide the anticipation in his eyes before Harvey made momentary eye contact and proceeded to flutter down both rosy pink soles, making MGK jump in the chair. Harvey grinned at the lively response and returned to the top of the toes before dancing down both feet again with his fingertips doing all the work but that was enough to get the mouthy musician jerking against the straps for a way out. Muffled giggles spilled out like a leaky faucet that couldn’t stop running and Harvey continued teasing the surprisingly soft feet, now dry and smooth after only wearing socks for a while.

“You sure do have some nice feet, Mr. Baker…much better than I imagined for a guy like you” Harvey added before his fingers stopped long enough to grab Colson’s right foot. MGK watched to see what was happening and was stunned to feel his big toe get tied back to the stocks, now anchoring his whole foot in place. “MMPhMM!!” “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget this one” the older man assured as he secured the opposite big toe in the same tie and took advantage of how immobile MGK’s feet now were. Pete watched with mounting dread for what was coming his way next but part of him looked rather entranced, like he couldn’t believe what was happening but his eyes only got wider when he saw the man pull out two guitar picks.

Colson failed to notice what Harvey had in his hands but the acute strokes soon hit the 31 year old like a bus. “MMpHMMpHhMmpHMMphMM!!!” MGK exploded with muffled laughter and shocked eyes above the tape. Harvey flicked the thin picks across the balls of both feet, the meatiest parts of his lean soles, until he was violently bucking against the straps and trying to free his toes from the tiny strings while the hotel owner grinned with satisfaction. The sharp flicking was absolute hell but Harvey was somewhat impatient, always eager to see what else he could do so he switched to dragging the pointed ends along Colson’s creamy arches, making his back slam against the chair and the rest of his toes curl with the sudden intensity. “MMMhmnmm” MGK let out with an overwhelmed sigh after the first drag but another one followed only moments later, this time zig-zagging all the way down to draw it out until Colson was fuming behind the tape and bouncing around with waves of heavy laughter.

Mr. Harvey loved getting him all riled up but his other special interest reared its head again when MGK braced himself for another onslaught only to feel the man’s tongue start slowly licking up Colson’s trapped foot. “MMpHMM!PHM!!!” MGK objected with what was surely a string of obscenities and threats but Harvey just licked his lips and slinked down the other foot, even slower this time to saturate every wrinkle of his savory sole. MGK jerked against the chair like he was ready to fight Harvey but the wealthy tickle monster was far too invested to stop now, licking across the left toes with a flattened tongue and back the other direction before sneaking in each space between them, pissing Colson off as much as it tickled him.

He was so focused on what was happening with his left foot that he didn’t think about the right until one of the same dreaded guitar picks started dragging all over it, wandering across every part of the tasty sole with no real pattern for Colson to expect. “MmPhMmPhMmPMPHMMM!!!” MGK thrashed in the chair like he’d break the straps and his cheeks glowed with reddening frustration, unable to stop laughing or escape the forced worship no matter how hard he tried. Harvey didn’t give MGK any kind of break until the left toes were nice and glossy and the pick was beginning to leave faint lines of where it’d traveled across the right foot, allowing Colson to catch his breath and his muscles to relax.

Pete’s whole body tensed up after Harvey stopped and he looked at the arm extensions of his chair to see if there was any slightest chance he could slip out before his feet could become the center of attention. Mr. Harvey walked over to his mini bar and returned with something Pete had a hard time making out until he got closer, “MMhMPHMmmPHM!!” Pete let out with a flash of fresh panic after seeing the ice tongs with metal ends like 3-pronged claws. “You’d be surprised how many everyday items make for great tickle tools” he explained as he bent the tongs so both ends were facing outward. The freaked comedian tried wiggling his feet around and kicking out of the stocks like MGK had but once Harvey tied his big toes back the same way, he knew he was screwed.

“MmPhM! MMhMM! MMAHpAhAAMMmAhAPHMMHM!!!” Pete rocketed forward once the tongs were raking down his right foot, tickling way worse than he anticipated. His eyes closed shut to endure the insane sensations and his muffled laughter spiraled higher while Harvey focused the small claws on Pete’s rich sole, watching his skinny toes desperately trying to curl all the way down and make it at least a little more manageable. He dragged the tongs up and down the long foot to start but soon turned the tool sideways to target the edges of Pete’s peachy pink sole, not wanting to miss any of the funny man’s large foot.

However bad the claw tongs were, Pete couldn’t have imagined how much he’d hate having Harvey’s tongue on his other foot at the same time. The older man surprised him with a sudden lick across the left balls and Pete yanked on his leg as hard as he could but of course couldn’t do anything but take it, quickly realizing MGK wasn’t overreacting to the unwanted affection. “mMPhMmpHmM!!” Pete protested behind the tape as Harvey licked up and down his captive foot, even flicking the sock around his toes off with his tongue before getting a taste of them too. But instead of licking between them, Harvey started slurping on the smaller toes, wrecking Pete in a brand new way within seconds.

Harvey sucked on a few of them at a time while finessing his tongue along the salty undersides, sending Pete into uncontrollable squeals of ticklish horror, all the while clawing along his opposite foot as if to prove this definitely wasn’t his first time having his way with a pair of feet he liked. After nearly 10 minutes Pete’s feet got a break and Mr. Harvey was beaming with immense pleasure, obviously in heaven tickling and enjoying the celebrity guests. “Alright, gentlemen; I have another question for you…who should I tickle next?” Harvey asked from between the stocks and both men looked back at him like it was an impossible question, then turning to each other and trying to figure what the other was thinking.

“I need an answer” Harvey pressured and out of fear of being tickled again, they each pointed to the other. “Ha! Would you look at that…best friends ready to watch the other suffer; I like you two” Mr. Harvey answered but they both grew more concerned when he didn’t shift over to one side. “MMmmmM!” MGK spoke up the best he could with a confused look. “You both said each other so that means you both go” Harvey explained as Pete and Colson looked back in shock before Harvey licked along MGK’s nearest foot, making his body cringe again as the tongue lathered his delicious sole. Neither of them knew what to expect but Pete surely wasn’t prepared for another licking so soon, grossed out and tickled again by Harvey slurping all over his nearest foot, really going to town until his entire sole was as shiny as Colson’s.

“Some people use oil or lotion for a slicker surface but I prefer a more personal touch” Harvey explained but they didn’t understand what their feet being slick had to do with anything, that is until MGK spotted two hairbrushes on the floor and his eyes nearly popped out of his head, uniquely terrified by the collection of stiff bristles on standby. “MMMHMMpHmmphMM!!!!” Colson rocked in the chair with everything in him to get free and Pete wondered what’d spooked him so much until he too saw the brushes, now in Harvey’s hands waiting in front of their slippery soles.

“I saved my favorite for last” was all Mr. Harvey said before unleashing both brushes on the best friends’ feet. “MMPhMmpHmmPHMPhmMMHMM!!!!” Pete and MGK completely lost it, coming unglued in a way they didn’t know they could until the plastic bristles were scrubbing their feet. Harvey focused the brushes on the middle of both frictionless soles and sawed back and forth at an angle to get the majority of their feet in one blow and pump out an avalanche of desperate, unhinged laughter. “How about a little faster?” Mr. Harvey proposed with a momentary look of pure fear from Pete before he made good on his suggestion and brushed faster, annihilating both of them until all he could hear was muffled ticklish screams. Pete fought back tears as Harvey continued running the diabolical brush across his captive foot and MGK struggled to not piss himself with every back and forth of the sinister bristles.

Harvey didn’t stop for close to 15 minutes, a lifetime of torture as far as his guests were concerned but any relief or gratitude they felt once the brushes backed off was crushed when MGK felt the familiar tongue licking up his other foot. “MMPhM!!” “You didn’t think I was gonna skip the other foot did you?” Mr. Harvey questioned between savoring Colson’s sole, like salt water taffy on his tongue. Pete and MGk shared a look of disbelief that they were in for more brushing and again, jerked and bucked in the chairs as hard as they could.

“Those chairs are made to withstand guys much stronger than you two but I do like seeing you try to get out” Harvey pointed out to undermine their efforts and once MGK’s foot was fully saturated, Pete expected his to be next but because the targets weren’t close together this time, Mr. Harvey knew he’d have to focus on one at a time. “You’ll get your turn in a minute, Pete; right now I’m going to give MGK some one one one attention” he explained as he grabbed the brushes and this time, took on both of Colson’s feet at the same time, forcing the macho man to pee his pants within minutes and Harvey could swear he heard muffled begging at one point, the same kind of begging Pete would eventually mimic once Harvey got to him roughly 15 minutes later.

The payment plan didn’t stop until the sun was beginning to go down and although part of Mr. Harvey wondered if he’d gone too far, they did owe over $12,000; he figured they were about even. “Consider your tab settled; it was a pleasure doing business with you two. Be sure to visit The Sapphire again the next time you’re in town” Mr. Harvey added before leaving the boys for his staff to handle. They let the duo out and helped them remove the tape before offering them fresh clothes that weren’t sweaty, torn, or peed on. “I need a fucking nap” Pete admitted as he finished tying his shoes. “And I need a fucking drink, a few of em’” Colson answered before they started toward the suite door, ready to leave the horrible experience behind and get back home.

“Oh, Mr. Baker, you’re wallet” one man presented with his wallet on a platter. “What the hell? Where did you get this??” “One of our staff found it sometime after you came to see Mr. Harvey” “You found it? Where??” “I’m not sure, sir. But at least you have it now” the man pointed out, pissing Colson off all over again after realizing they could’ve avoided being tickled out of their minds. “Wait a second, so if I use my card at the store across the street, is it gonna still be declined or is it gonna work now?” Pete asked with a suspicious look. “I would say it’s certainly worth trying, sir” “...motherfucker!”