“I’m not telling you shit, asshole! So just fuck off!” Chris Pratt barked with another violent jerk in the strange bondage device he found himself in. “I know you may think that now but I’m pretty good at making people change their mind” The mysterious man assured as he stood behind him, getting whiffs of the socked 13s locked in place in front of him. Chris sat flat on his stomach with his arms locked in front of him and his legs bent at a tight angle so his feet sat in the air almost above his ass, with only a pair of jeans and socks on for protection. “Yeah, I know who you are…talk about some wacko tickling people for movie secrets gets around” Pratt answered with a biting attitude. “Well, if you know who I am then you can spare yourself the trouble of finding out just how persuasive I can be. I’m betting you have a lot of information I’d be interested in. How many other people have a foot in the Marvel world and are close friends with the man now running DC’s projects?” The Extractor pointed out with a quick dittle up the left foot for Marvel and the right for DC, making Chris buck like a horse.

“You’re wasting your time! Why would Marvel tell me anything?? I’m not even lined up to do anything else with them!” Pratt asserted. “Even if I did buy that, I’m confident you know about the new DC slate…castings…new movies, etc.” The Extractor pressed as his fingers laid flat atop the beefy soles and Pratt flinched in place, trying to twist his feet out from under the man’s hands resting on them, feeling the warmth even through the white cotton socks as his pointer fingers started drawing slow, small circles on both heels, stirring Chris up even more as he started squirming on the table and flexing his feet but The Extractor’s hands retained perfect control.

As circle after circle was drawn on his cotton heels, the 44 year old began to fear he’d made a mistake. Unbeknownst to The Extractor, Pratt had intentionally put himself in his crosshairs, basically volunteering himself as his next target while not admitting such to his captor. He figured if he could plant bad information then it would get The Extractor off the trail of the new DC stuff and maybe even sabotage his Marvel findings. Chris knew his future lied more in DC than with Marvel so he wanted to do what he could to help things go well. Surely he could withstand a little tickling and blurt out some fake admission, right? He’d play The Extractor without him being any the wiser.

“Get the fuck off me, man! I don’t have a problem with kicking your ass when I get out of here!” Chris threatened as if he could hide his growing apprehension. “I thought you’d found religion, Chris…that doesn’t sound too Christian-like to me” the man taunted. “I think the big man would understand this one time” Pratt offered. The Extractor just grinned behind him at Chris’ cocky naivety and let his fingers do the real talking for him. “AAhaHFUCK!” shot out of Pratt before he could prepare himself as The Extractor’s mostly dormant hands sprang into wiggling machines across the upturned soles, forcing the movie star into a thrashing fit on the sturdy table. “AhAAohAAGGhH!” Chris couldn’t help but laugh from his gut with growls of frustration, fighting how ticklish the attack clearly was.

“GgGeEHeETTOoOFFmMYyYFFEEETT!! FFFRREAAAKK!!” Pratt demanded as tough as he could come off as giggly outbursts broke through almost each word, undermining his efforts. “Call me whatever you want but it’s not gonna help” The Extractor answered with unshaken confidence while dancing up and down the wiggling feet at his mercy, kept in perfect position by the horizontal bar extension they were strapped to.

Chris’ face grew red and his hands remained tight fists in the straps as he fought the table and its owner, trying to figure the best time to start spilling the made-up spoilers that would seem believable. He was more ticklish than he remembered. “GgOOoOoTTiICCKklLEESSSoOmMEEbBOOoOHODDyYEELlLSSEEE!” Pratt shouted. “Why would I do that? You seem to be a perfect choice” The Extractor countered, only striking more uncertainty in Chris as he endured the maddening fingers teasing his feet. The seasoned tickler scurried across the wide soles like he’d never get tired of it, dancing and wiggling across every inch of the abundant surface area to great success while Pratt filled the room with his warm, goofy laughter.

“If your feet are this bad with socks on…” The Extractor soon suggested as he stopped tickling and grabbed the edges of both ankle socks and started pulling them back, setting off an alarm in Chris as his head perked up some more and his eyes came alive. “Ok OK! Ok!” “Ok?” “OK! Just wait a second, alright? Damn…they’re bringing Ben Affleck back for Batman for the new stuff” Chris confessed as quickly as he could while the edges of his dirty socks sat scrunched up on his heels in limbo. “Really? You mean your buddy James Gunn is wiping the slate clean with all new casting and yet they’re keeping Affleck?” “Yeah, I don’t know…I guess they liked him enough” Chris doubled down with suspense on his face.

“Bullshit” “Bullshit?! No, it’s true!” Chris assured with newfound urgency in his voice. “I may not have access to the same information you do but I’m not totally out of the loop” The Extractor answered as he took the edges of the socks and peeled them the rest of the way off, triggering Chris’ toes to try and hold on to them but they were quickly overpowered, eliminating the only line of protection for Pratt’s meaty bare feet and sending a nervous shiver up the star’s naked back. His plan had backfired.

“Let me outta this thing!!” Pratt demanded with a thunderous outrage as he wrestled with his bondage, realizing how screwed he was now that he couldn’t outsmart The Extractor. “Break my table and you’ll have to buy me a new one…” “Fuck youUAohAohAAOhaHAaA!!” erupted out of Chris the moment both hands went back to work, this time clawing with curled fingers from his heels toward his thick toes. “AhoAnNOOO!! AohAohAFFUuUCCkKIInNgGSSTTohOhOHOPP!!” “When you start giving me some real information I will” “AhAhaOhAhAMMOoOTThHEERRRFFuUUcCkKkEERRAhaHA!!” Chris raged with no power over his own reaction as the short nails scratched up his juicy pink soles in short, repetitive, torturous strokes.

“Tell me what you know” “AhAOhANNoOOHOHOA!!” Pratt refused but couldn’t hide how bad it was, prompting The Extractor to make it even worse. He grabbed the right foot and guided it back a little until Chris felt pressure around his big toe. “Hey! The hell are you doing?!” Chris shouted but got no answer as his other foot was manhandled into the same position and the same feeling of something lassoing around his big toe occurred. “I’m talking to you! Fucking answer meeHAaohAOAHhoahaAOHA!!” Chris couldn’t help but crumble again and got his answer as he tried to jerk his feet around again but couldn’t; they were somehow further locked in place and now an even easier target for The Extractor. “NNOaOAohAOHACCcoOOmMMEEoOOON!!” Pratt howled with no chance at hiding his ticklish suffering as the relentless fingers dominated his big, smooth feet. “You’re gonna tell me everything you know…sooner or later. That sooner or later part is up to you” The Extractor assured with the same unsettling confidence while he focused his unique expertise on Chris’ helpless soles and watched the powerless Hollywood muscleman go crazy in front of him.

“IImMMnNNOoOTTAaALLLkkIIINnNGGG!! AohAOHAJJUuUuSSTTGGiIiVVeEEUuUPP!!” “You sound like the one that’s about ready to give up” The Extractor answered with a mocking laugh before getting a sharper laugh out of him, steering him back toward the spot where the arches met the balls of his feet and subsequently launching an isolated attack. “AAhAHAAH!! NNOoOHO!! NNOOOAOOHAOHAA!!! FFUuUuCCKkiInNNGGSSTTToHOHOOPP!!” Pratt yelled like he was breathing fire as embarrassingly loud shrieks accompanied his macho roar. “Tell me!” The Extractor demanded without even looking up from the immobile feet, giving the concentrated assault his full attention. “AOhAohANNoOOOAOOHA!!” Chris refused but his reluctance to not give in was evident, only fueling the skilled tickler to keep his foot on the gas.

“I’m not a hard man to please…just a few little secrets are all I’m after” The Extractor tried to convince with his nails dragging across the plump balls of both feet over and over, creating the ticklish tornado in front of him that was Chris Pratt bouncing and floundering on the table as much as he could. His arms yanked on the straps and his legs tried to kick free as sweat began to glisten across his body from exertion and his eyes were wild with surreal anger, in disbelief that The Extractor was getting to him so badly and that his feet were ticklish enough to betray him this severely. Every new scratch of the man’s nails made itself known as it stole another laugh from Chris, only to be mimicked by another stroke not even a second later, delivering a constant onslaught of merciless tickling that Pratt just couldn’t stand any longer.

“AAHAOAAOOkOOOK!!! AohOHAoHASSTToHoHOHOOPPP!! AohAOHAIIILLLLTTTEElLLYyOOUuAHAHA!!” “Let’s hear it then” “…they’re restarting the MCU” Chris admitted as he caught his breath. “Interesting. Restarting how?” “I don’t know all the details…things just aren’t going great right now so they’re planning to wipe the slate clean I guess. Happy now??” Pratt asked as if he was mad at himself for giving up the kind of secret he’d just claimed he wouldn’t. “What else?” “What else?! I just told you a fucking bombshell, dude! Come on!” “I’m sure there’s more where that came from. I wanna know who you’re planning on playing in the new DC films. I imagine you know that already” “Why would I know that?? They just casted Superman!” “Don’t play dumb with me, Chris…I always win that game” The Extractor warned before walking around to the side of him, putting Pratt on alert as he tried to anticipate what was coming until it did.

“AhASSHiIIT! AohAOhANnOoA!!” Chris shouted with respectable defiance but the squeezing around his sides quickly proved too powerful to resist. His once shredded physique was more of a solid trunk of a torso these days with less defined muscles and more meat to him, giving The Extractor great handles to really dig into. “AAhAhAHaGGgGEETToOOOFFF!!” “You’ve already told me one secret, might as well tell them all” The Extractor encouraged as his brutal fingers wiggled into the sides of Chris’ stomach and even into his hips a little, keeping a firm grip as Pratt writhed around to try and break away. “NnOOO!! NNnOOOmMOoORREEE!! AohAOhAJJUuUSSTTLLEETTmMeEEGGoOOO!!” “Part of me expected a strong guy like you to get yourself out but I guess that’s not happening” The Extractor taunted before jumping up to his ribs and continuing his attack with two stiff fingers perfect for drilling.

“AAAHAhAHANnOOOAOHAOH!!” barreled out of Chris as his eyes closed and he jerked side to side like he could avoid The Extractor but the simple drilling technique couldn’t be escaped. The mysterious man worked his way up and down both sides with blows between random ribs to keep Pratt from knowing what to expect and cranking out a more annoyed laugh this time. “AAHAOhAohAFFuUUCCkKkOOoOFFMmAAANN!! IIIMmMSSEERrRRIIOoOOUuSSS!!” Chris made clear as he could as his face grew redder with heightened frustration. “You don’t like my rib counting game?” “AHoAHOANNoOOO!!” Pratt fired back with tighter fists than before as he bounced around on the table, hating the defenseless feeling being in the position created.

“Tell me another secret then” The Extractor insisted without leaving his ribs, steadily poking and prodding along both sides to tickle and piss off Chris without a moment’s peace. “AAGGHAHA!! AALLlRRiIIIGGhhTT!! AohAOHOOKKOoKKK!!” Pratt shouted by the time it looked like steam would start coming off him, convincing The Extractor to give his tender ribs a break. “…dammit, that fucking sucked, man…” Chris admitted like he needed a second to come down from the almost juvenile tickle attack. “It can keep going if you like” “NO! No…Marvel is in negotiations to bring Evans back” Pratt confessed with audible hesitation. “Very interesting…I guess things are really shaking up over there” “Yeah, they are, just cut this shit out, alright? I can’t stand being tickled anymore!” “I appreciate the Marvel insight but I still haven’t heard anything about what’s going on at DC” The Extractor pointed out.

“Come on! I just told you two things nobody else knows! This isn’t fucking fair!” Chris argued with another strong buck on the table. “Too bad” was all The Extractor said before a buzzing noise piqued Pratt’s attention and two vibrating toothbrushes landed on his ears. “AhAaWhATTHeEHHEELLiISTHhAAT?!” Pratt erupted with giggly confusion as The Extractor wielded the tools with a master’s finesse, keeping up with every which way Chris’ head bobbed and jerked to terrorize his ears without fail. “Frustrating, isn’t it?” “UgGhHAAhAA!! SHIT!” Chris quickly came to a boil as he tried to evade the toothbrushes but The Extractor refused to let it happen, focusing the buzzing bristles all over his ears from the edges to the lobes and everywhere in between until Chris was covered in goosebumps and fighting mad.

“FFuUcCkKIiNNnGGAhHAASStTTOhOOHPP!!” “Tell me what you know about DC” “AhoAIiICCCAaNNNTT!!” “So you do know something…” “FFuUuCCkKAhAyYoOOOHAohA!” Chris refused with all his willpower, knowing James Gunn would probably forgive him for spilling anything that wasn’t public knowledge yet but he hated the idea of this guy tickling anything else out of him. His pride might never recover. The pair of brushes tormenting his ears suddenly stopped a couple minutes later and a strong hand gripped under Chris’ chin to hold his head steady facing forward. “Get the fuck off me!!” Pratt protested with all his bullish strength as the man’s other hand brought the same two brushes to his nose, with one concentrating on the bridge and the other sitting on the line between his nostrils.

“AAhohAhGGH! TThHEFFFuUcCkKKIISSSWWRroONNnGWWiITTHHyYoOuUAHA?!” Pratt lashed out with a contorted face of ticklish discomfort as the brushes annoyed the shit out of him. He did his best to jerk his head away or shake the brushes but The Extractor held his head in place, forcing him to suffer the insanely frustrating tickling dominating his nose. “Ready to talk?” “AhoAoAhANNNooAoOOAAOHA!! FFuUuCCkKOOOFFWWiIiTThhTTTHHoOoSSSEEahahA DDAAmMnNBBRRUUSSSHheSS!!” Chris spat with rage in his voice as the brushes did their best to wear him down until his fists were red and his juicy toes were curling just to try and tough his way through it.

“Your mistake is thinking you can outlast me…anymore time spent like this is your decision” The Extractor pointed out before leaving his nose and sticking the toothbrushes under Chris’ bare stomach, stuffing them between him and the table. “NNoAO! NNOoOMmoOORREEAhAHA!!” Pratt couldn’t help but erupt in another uproar with the buzzing brushes pressed against his belly, unable to even be shaken loose thanks to the strap across his lower back keeping him mostly in place. The Extractor could feel the heat coming off of him as the tickling continued and the nice, funny version of him the world knew was corrupted by the unique suffering that came with being as stubborn and ticklish as he was.

“CCoOOmMEEOOONN! IiMMNNoOoOTTEElLIINnGGyYoOuUAAAnNyYTTHHiIinNGGeELLLSSEE!!” Chris proclaimed as he thrashed around on top of the toothbrushes but The Extractor didn’t bother engaging, instead slipping under him to lie on the floor and pouncing on the unsuspecting armpits. “AAhAhASSHHIIITT!! AohAOHAANNOOnNOOAOHAOHA!!” Pratt came alive with surprised eyes as he tried to pull himself out of reach but couldn’t avoid the 10 fingers wiggling away in his beefy pits. The Extractor grinned with subtle sadism as he toyed with the hairy underarms with ideal access; despite his best efforts, Chris had no chance of pulling his arms down to block his pits off and the way he was laying on the table left both sides completely wide open.

Pratt’s strong arms yanked on the wrist straps as hard as he could and he shook the whole table with his body weight but his aversion to such direct tickling contrasted the giant smile on his face, the one he had no control over as waves and waves of thunderous laughter poured out above The Extractor. It became apparent that Chris wouldn’t even require deep digging fingers or brutal drills in his pits; a simple spidering motion playing around the edges and in the patches of brown hair was enough to keep the leading man a total mess.

“AhAHAAAALLRRiiGGhhTT!! AohAOHACCOOOMMEEeoOOONN!! AohAHHoOOlLLYySSHHIiITT!!” Pratt let out with no real idea of how to play this anymore as the tireless fingers in his pits drove him to new levels of exhaustion from fighting it and the toothbrushes on his stomach refused to let him forget they were there, steadily buzzing and vibrating on either side of his bellybutton while The Extractor watched him from below grapple with the idea of total surrender or preserving his pride.

It seemed to be only a matter of time before he cracked when The Extractor surprised him once again by abandoning his now glowing pink pits and retrieving both toothbrushes, leaving Chris to wilt on the table and breathe normally for a change. “Jesus Christ…that’s…that’s fucked up” Pratt admitted as he wrapped his head around his own situation, the very one he’d thought himself tough enough to conquer. “We can’t all make our living with good looks and charisma like you” “Listen, somebody will leak the DC stuff at some point. It almost always happens so just wait on that!” “You don’t get it. I’m not a reporter. I’m the one who leaks stuff; I spoil things and get paid well for it” The Extractor explained while drizzling something on Chris’ toe-tied feet. “Well, you’re not getting anything else out of me – forget it! And stop messing with my feet, man! It’s weird!” Chris demanded with disgust.

“Actually, I’m confident I’ll get whatever I want out of you. Very confident” The Extractor assured before launching a nuclear attack on Chris’ monster soles with his textured grooming gloves. “AAAHAHAHA!!! WWhAATTHEEFFUUCKK!??” Chris screamed with the gnarliest laugh he’d ever heard himself let out and his eyes showed a flash of unfamiliar panic as the collection of rubber teeth sawed across his giant, oily feet. The Extractor let his hands mold to the contour of Pratt’s feet with every brushing back and forth for maximum effect and his mighty toes clenched for dear life with his biggest toes straining against their ties for some ounce of safety from the diabolical gloves but found no such sanctuary.

“AHAGGHAHAPPLEASE!! FFUUCKINGSSTTOOHOHPP!!!” Chris spat out as clearly as he could with ticklish horror on his stubbly face, a humbling kind of horror curated by the simple gloves brushing across his defenseless feet. The Extractor recognized the unbridled desperation in front of him and the avalanche of overwhelmed laughter filling the room but he wasn’t backing down or giving him a break, a game of chicken he didn’t plan on losing. Pratt hurled himself in every direction like he was trying to break the table altogether as the pair of grooved gloves pumped out waves of brutal, unnaturally wild laughter. His strawberry soles were supple like expensive leather, far too smooth and sensitive to endure the cruel nature of the gloves as they took full advantage of the now frictionless feet. Maybe under the control of somebody else the grooming gloves wouldn’t have been so bad, might not have produced such a volcanic reaction, but unfortunately for Chris, the gloves couldn’t have been in a more dangerous pair of hands.

“AOOOHohMmYYYGGOOODDAOhaOHA!!! SSTToHoHOOPPP!! PPLLLEEAAHASSEEE!!! PPLLLEEAASSEE!!” Chris begged between howls of delirious laughter as the sound of the rubber gloves sawing up and down the swoops of his glossy arches accompanied his insanity. “Talk” “AHOOOKOOKK!! AOhAOhAOHAOHAAOHFFFUUuCCKK!! OOOOOKKAOHAOHA!!!!” the distraught A-lister agreed in broken defeat. The gloves retreated and Chris stopped flailing like his batteries had finally worn out, leaving the only sound in the room to be the deep breaths of relief he was taking as The Extractor waited for his confession.

The dips and muscles of his back shined with sweat and his feet were a glowing red from such intense tickling, the picture of a stubborn man whose will had just been successfully bent. “…they want me for Green Arrow or Booster Gold…alright? I don’t have anything else…I swear” Chris admitted like he knew he shouldn’t. “I’m happy you finally came to your senses” The Extractor answered with a satisfied smirk as he walked around to face his reluctant informant. “You’re the fucking devil, man…you have to be…how can anybody tickle somebody like that??” “They don’t call me The Extractor for nothing.”