“Lucius, how can you be so brazen?? This isn’t the time or place!” Severus Snape tried to convince as Lucius Malfoy circled him, standing above him while the potions professor sat at one of his own classroom tables. “Your mistake is thinking I care, Severus…besides, if anyone should somehow walk in or overhear, it’ll be you who ends up looking foolish. We both know how loud you can get” Lucius reminded close to Snape’s ear, knowing by now how to play Severus. The blonde wizard wasn’t naturally anyone Snape would be fearful of or obey but Lucius had him over a barrel, blackmailing the tough professor into bending to his will. “Now, place your feet on the table…” Lucius instructed and Snape’s stoic expression tightened with reluctance.

“Now!” Lucius demanded with a forceful shout, convincing Severus to rest his legs on the table so his knees bent along on the edge. “Lucius, please…another time” “Extra squirrelly today, Severus…I guess I’ll have to make sure you stay put” Malfoy answered without any empathy for Snape’s uneasiness before using his wand to bind his hands behind his back and his elbows to the chair. “Lucius! This is ridiculous!” “I don’t remember asking what you thought about it” Malfoy pointed out with a flash of his icy eyes before using his wand again to remove Snape’s shoes, torturing Severus with anticipation as he watched his laces become undone and his black shoes pop off and land on the table, unveiling his sheer socked feet.

“Mmm…just as I remembered’ Lucius admired with a strong whiff of the mature feet, breathing in the cheesy leather goodness after almost a full day of teaching. Severus watched his contemporary study his feet the way he had before, getting to eye level and staring at the thinly covered soles over several times as if he’d never seen them. If there was one word to describe Snape’s feet it was beefy. At a 13 ½, they commanded attention despite Severus’ own shyness about them. The soles were wide and plump and his toes were long and surprisingly thick, all pressed against each other like melted candy after baking in the shoes for several hours. “I don’t really know why you bother even wearing socks this thin…I can practically follow the lines on your feet through them” Lucius pointed out with a single finger up his right heel, making Snape flinch.

Severus’ sharp tongue had been muzzled out of fear of angering Lucius and suffering the consequences of him spilling Snape’s secret, allowing the mouthier wizard to toy with him without much of a challenge at all. “Now, you keep these feet still or you’ll regret it. Understand?” “…yes” “Yes, what?” “…yes, I understand” Snape answered like he’d rather get smashed by the Whomping Willow just before Lucius started fluttering along his soles, starting at the dramatic arches and slowly making his way toward the balls. “OOOoHAooAH…MmHmHAoahOhAm…AoAohaohaSSToHOP!” Snape struggled through giggly frustration until he couldn’t hold it in any longer but his feet still didn’t move and Lucius didn’t mind his outburst, in fact he loved it.

Malfoy didn’t bother hiding the devious smirk on his face as he teased the obedient feet, feeling the warmth of the soles through the socks on his wiggling fingers. Snape’s toes curled and flexed and his heels struggled to stay in place as he squirmed in the chair as Lucius made his way to the bottom half of his feet, suddenly surprising Severus with nails clawing up his heels. “AhAHa!” escaped the 50-something year old wizard with embarrassing sincerity and his feet moved out of place from the acute tickling. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but move them!” Severus assured as apologetically as he could as he placed them back where they were.

“I hadn’t planned on removing your socks this time…but since you can’t follow simple orders, I think I will” Lucius explained, making Snape’s heart sink as the same wand swished in the air and peeled the black socks up his nervous feet. “Lucius, please! Surely there is something else I can do for you, some other way I can be of service!” “You think too small, Severus…you don’t understand pleasure, real indulgent pleasure. Sometimes that’s better than any chore someone can do for you” Malfoy answered just as the final bit of material left Snape’s pale toes and his meaty feet were fully exposed.

The potions master’s anticipation was palpable, almost giving off its own scent in the air that Lucius smelled like a shark with blood in the water. “Since you can’t keep your feet still, I supposed I’ll have to do it myself” the slightly younger wizard announced before using a spell to keep Severus’ feet frozen in place. “Let’s deal with these toes too, shall we?” Malfoy added before finessing his wand to force the toes spread apart, totally fanned out. “Lucius, please!” “That’s it, Severus…beg me” Malfoy mocked with a venomous smirk before using the tip of his wand to start running along the right foot. “OohOhOhAh!” Snape couldn’t help but let out as he squirmed in the chair and reflexively tried to yank his foot away but even he couldn’t override the spell keeping both of them in place, allowing Malfoy to drag the wooden end across the mature sole like he was drawing an elaborate map.

“NNoO! NnOAoAOhSSTtooHOPPiiITT!!” Severus argued with uncharacteristic desperation but Lucius fed off his ticklish misery, running the point of his wand along the strong contour of his arch a few times back and forth until Snape was a slave to his own laughter. “AAlLRRiIGGhTT! AhAeEEnNOoUUGGhH! AHAHAPPlllEEAASSEE!” he tried to convince as he shook in the chair and fought against the ropes keeping his arms in place. “I haven’t even focused on my favorite spot yet…” Malfoy pointed out as his cruel wand moved just north to the thick balls and started zig-zagging across the width of them. “AAhGHGhAhNNoOOAO!! LLUUCCIIUuSSS!” Snape nearly shrieked from such concentrated attention but it didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, forcing him into high-pitched yelps of humiliating volumes like Malfoy had crafted his own forbidden curse.

“As formidable of a wizard as you are, Severus, I find it truly hysterical that this is your undoing…a simple stroke on your feet enough to get you squawking and jerking around like you belong in Azkaban” “NNoOOmMMOoORREEOohAohAA!!” Snape pleaded against everything in him but it was too much to bear, his pride would have to be ignored. “It’s too bad you don’t have two spots this fun to tease, oh wait, you do” Malfoy reminded with vicious enthusiasm before letting his fingers take on the other foot to scratch along the balls and base of his wrinkly toes. “AAhAhAHAANNOOAoAOHA!! IIICcAAANNTTttaAAAKKEEIiiiTT!!” Snape admitted with new, unhinged laughter. “You don’t have a choice but to take it, Severus…you have no power in this room, not with me here. I imagine you probably weren’t even aware how ticklish your feet were until our first ‘meeting’, not really…you likely went your whole life ignorant to your own weakness” Malfoy taunted and he was right; Snape was a loner, even in school, focusing on his studies instead of making friends that would tease him and exploit his sensitive spots like most young men, meaning Lucius’ unique brand of blackmail was indeed his first introduction to how insufferably ticklish he was.

Malfoy’s short nails clawed along the left balls with casual force but he’d learned that it was the perfect, most torturous speed for Snape and his wand started zig-zagged in the opposite direction on the other foot, this time dragging the tip up and down from side to side of the balls until Severus was practically vibrating in the chair. “AAhAhAhAOoAHGGOhaohAoAOAGOhGGLLuUUCCiIiUuSSS! AohAOhAMMmEEERRCCcY!! MMMEEEERrRRCCYYYIIBbeEEGGGYYoOOUU!!” “I wish you could see how you looked in this moment, the stoic, prickly Professor Snape begging not to be tickled…unable to stand a few scratches or flick of a wand. Our first time together was too short for my liking and since this method seems to be working so splendidly, I think we should explore the extent of your ‘endurance’ this time…” Lucius prefaced before casting a new spell, this one mimicking his scratching motion on both sets of bright pink balls with ghostly accuracy.

“NNNoAOoAohAOhA! BBlloOoDDyYHHEELL! JJUuSSSTTSSTtoOoHOPP!!” “Oh, I’m not through yet, Severus” Lucius happily pointed out before enchanting his signature cane until it was flaccid and slender in his hand, only to then re-animate like a slithering snake that he placed on Snape’s right toes. The overwhelmed professor flashed a look of momentary horror at what he saw but within seconds couldn’t focus on anything once the cane was winding through all ten of his lush, immobile toes. Snape’s hardy, distressed laughter erupted into raucous howls as his head thrashed around with his long hair flying back and forth and he bucked in the chair to try and escape but he couldn’t, unable to even think straight enough to get out a spell that might help him.

“Yes, I do believe I will be making my visits to Hogwarts more frequent from now on…to keep you on your toes” Lucius explained with a twisted grin toward Severus before picking up one of his discarded shoes and bringing it to his nose for a smell. Malfoy’s eyes rolled back in his head a little before they closed and he breathed in the powerful smell soaked into the large insole, exhaling with a fresh high before going back in again for another greedy whiff while the most feared professor at Hogwarts lost his mind in front of him.

If a student had been peeking in from outside or had happened to walk by and heard Snape laughing as wildly as he was, nobody would’ve believed them; it was too absurd of a story to sell. Hell, even if Hagrid or Dumbledore had walked in and seen it, they would’ve likely been checked for some kind of head injury-induced hallucinations. But as bizarre as it may have been, Lucius’ taste for Snape’s feet and his fondness for tickling them so mercilessly was as real as The Chamber of Secrets and unfortunately for Severus, seemed to be as enduring as The Dark Lord himself.