2023

“Oh my God…this is nuts, holy shit, man…I can’t even move” Charlie Puth admitted with a light, anxious laugh as he laid on the black massage table. His lean body tried to squirm or wiggle around but the layers of bondage mummifying him refused to budge, not even for a music sensation like him. Lying flat on his front, his ankles, knees, and thighs had been secured together with wide, black electrical tape while his wrists sat tied behind his back with the same tape and his upper arms had even been bound with a few layers to his sides. If that would’ve been all, Charlie could’ve moved at least a bit but heavy layers of the same electrical tape bound him to the table, with layers spanning from his ankles to his shoulders. The 31 year old superstar was utterly helpless and he knew it. Hearing Charlie wrap his head around the reality of his situation as he sat there served as the intro to the video currently being filmed for The Hollywood Tickler, providing an unexpected bonus to the show that was soon to come.

“Oh good, thanks for waiting up on me” a warm voice greeted after the door to the room opened and Charlie’s face changed with curiosity. “I know that voice…” “Well, it’d be a little strange if you didn’t. We have met a few times, Charlie” “Nick? Nick Jonas?? Wait, you’re the person tickling me??” “The man’s smart and can make music, whataya know” Nick teased as he moved closer to the table. “You’re gonna go easy on me, right? I know I’m being paid to get tickled but it doesn’t have to be crazy or anything, right?” Charlie tried to get ahead of with another nervous laugh. “You may be getting paid to get tickled but I’m getting paid to do the tickling. I can’t disappoint now can I?” Jonas questioned with a playfully ominous tone with a single finger down the edge of Charlie’s left foot, getting a surprised squeak from the song bird as he tried to jolt away.

“Fuck! Dude, I am so ticklish, like you don’t even get it. I wouldn’t have agreed to this if the money wasn’t so insane” Puth admitted with regret in his voice as he justified his choice of being there, defenseless, with his bare feet sticking out, and his pretty pink toes individually tied back to the edge of the table. “Trust me, I know. Money like that doesn’t come around very often, not the off-the-books, tax-free kind anyway. It is just tickling though, I’m sure you can handle it. I’m eager to see how you handle this setup though; this is a new one for me” Nick explained. “…so, you’ve done this before??” “Yep. You could say I’m something of a seasoned tickler by now” “Seasoned?? That doesn’t make me feel any better, man!” “I wasn’t trying to make you feel better, Charlie…but if you’d like a better look at what’s going on, I can help you out there” Jonas offered with a push of a button and lit up the iPad screen sitting on the floor directly under Charlie’s head, suddenly giving him a direct view of his taut soles.

“Is this a…a live feed? Why?” Charlie questioned. “I’m told it adds a little something to the experience. This way you can watch what I do to your feet” Nick explained, igniting fresh dread in the pop music boy wonder. “What the fuck, man? That’s…that’s so messed up” Charlie couldn’t help but laugh again, taken back by the added layer to his situation as he watched his immobile feet, all Nick’s for the taking without a thing he could do about it. “I don’t know about you but I’m ready to get started. I guess I’ll start the timer now” Nick announced before hitting the large timer near the wall. “The timer hasn’t started yet?!” Charlie exclaimed with a twist of his neck to try and see the clock. “I haven’t started tickling you yet, have I? Two hours means two hours” Jonas answered with a devious assuredness as he swung one leg over and sat across the backs of Charlie’s trapped legs, once again surprising his fellow singer.

“Oh fuck…” was all Charlie could say as all the air in the room became tense with suspense, waiting on the inevitable torture headed his way, keeping his attention on the screen to at least know what was happening until a single finger from each of Nick’s hands descended onto his smooth soles and dragged from his heels to the base of his toes with slow, indulgent patience. “ahAHA! OOAhoAhAoOh..OAooAh..ShIT! AooHAOAHA!” bubbled out of Charlie every couple seconds with his legs trying to move and his feet trying to wrinkle but neither were an option, allowing Nick to drag the same two fingers back up the captive soles with the same focused simplicity. “AhAH! AohANO! AOhoOohAOoOhAOHANNiCK!” Puth shouted just before the fingers slipped off his heels and his body relaxed. “Fuck! That’s horrible…Jesus” “Soft feet, man…very soft” Nick commented but landed more like another reason for Puth to be worried than a compliment.

The minimalist approach was enough to stir Charlie up but he watched on the screen below as all 10 fingers suddenly landed on his creamy soles, making his eyes light up like a bomb was about to drop before they touched down. “AAAAAH! AohAOhAOAOHNNOoNOO!! AohAoHAooAOAOHAOhAGGOOoDDAAMMiIITT!! AOhAOhAOhAFFUUUCCKK!!” Charlie exploded with a heavier outburst than Nick expected, putting a sadistic grin on his face as he scratched away at the beautiful feet beneath him. Charlie’s signature curls bounced around as his head bobbed every which way, so much that he couldn’t even watch the live feed of his feet, only getting glimpses of the strong hands moving up and down his delicate soles.

“AhAOKOOOOHOKK!!” “Ok? Ok what?” Nick questioned without slowing down. “AHOAAOOKKSSTTHOHOPP!!” “Stop what?” “AhoAHASSTToOopPFFuUCCkKiIINNNGGTTiIiCCkkLiiNNGGMmMEEEHAHA!!” Charlie tried to convince as if it was the right thing to do, to spare him from such ticklish suffering, as if this was any regular ticklish situation. “What did you think we were gonna do here? Write a song?” Nick mocked with his short nails casually clawing up and down the supple soles like he could keep going for a week straight without tiring, refusing to let Charlie rest or forget how horribly sensitive his feet were.

The bound brunette tried to shake the table or squirm even an inch in some direction, any direction to evade Nick’s unrelenting fingers but the layers of tape kept him unsettlingly stuck, unable to even wiggle his toes. “How’s the view from down there?” Nick teased, imagining how wild it must be to be watching his feet be tickled as it happened. “FFuUUCCkKKoOooOFFF!! aohAOAHOOoHMMyyGGoOODDAOhAHOA!! CCOOMMEEEOOoNN!!!” Charlie howled with the lung power of a singer, showing just how insufferable the fingers were scribbling across his satin soles. Nick was/is a supremely nice guy, one that normally wouldn’t take pleasure in tormenting someone, but tickling brought out a sadistic side of him, a side that even made his smiles look different as Charlie laughed his head off, a side that seemed to guide his fingers to tickle just right to keep a guy like the one currently taped to the table going absolutely crazy.

Nick’s fingers soon drifted toward the edges of Charlie’s feet, gently wiggling along the meatier sides for a different yet effective technique. “oOoHAoHASSHHiiiT!! AohAohAOHAFUUuHCK! AOhACCoOoMmMEEOON! SSTToOhOPPIIITT!!” Puth protested more coherently than most men had in his position, somehow still as impressively articulate as he normally was through the uncontrollable giggling threatening to overtake him at any time. “TThIiISsSIiISSNnNTTAhoAOAHFFAAIIIRR!!” Puth shouted between the stream of heavy giggles, making Nick laugh a little from atop his legs. “If you want a live feed of my feet too, I can probably arrange that” “AhAONNOOotTWhHAATTIIimMEEAAnNTT!” Charlie lashed back, earning another twisted smirk from Jonas as he worked up and down the silky sides some more before finally leaving the exposed feet.

Charlie exhaled with supreme relief to not be getting tickled but the break wasn’t totally intentional, more accidental as Nick grabbed something that Charlie couldn’t see. The youngest 1/3 of the Jonas Brothers had helped introduce the idea of changing things up while tickling someone, even convincing The Hollywood Tickler to include it in the instructional guide of tips for new ticklers. Direct scribbling fingers on ticklish feet would never get boring but to keep Charlie from knowing what to expect and keeping his soles from getting used to a particular sensation, Nick now held a pair of plastic chopsticks, one stick per hand between his fingers like pencils.

“What is that? What are those??” Charlie pressed as he noticed the black sticks nearing his feet on screen. “What? You’ve never had Chinese food?” Nick answered before using the tips of the sticks to drag across the pair of delicious feet at his mercy. “HaOAOH! WoOoAohAOoOhAohNNoO! oOhAhAoSSHIT! AhAHASsTTOHOP!” “Why?” “AhAohBBEeECcAAUuSSE!” “Why should I stop tickling you? Convince me” Nick instructed as he began making figure-8s on the middles of both pink soles, the unending stimulation racking Charlie’s brain and plaguing his lean body with a constant electricity. “CCoOmMEEoONNN!!” “That’s not a reason to stop, Charlie…” Nick pointed out with a calm excitement to his voice, like the kind from someone who knew how in control they were, relishing in the power he had over Charlie and his wonderfully sensitive feet.

“IiITTTTiICCkKLLEeSSS TTOoMmuUuCCHH!!” “If anything, that’s just a reason to keep going. You’re not helping your case here” Nick answered with another grin as the chopsticks swirled over and over across the tickle-toy soles, keeping Charlie drowning in his own charmingly tortured laughter. “IILLLPPPAAyYYYoOUUU!! AOhAOHAJjuUuSSTTSSTTOOopP!! GGEEETToOoFFmMYYFEEETTAHAHA!!” Charlie offered after another few minutes. “Nice try” Nick laughed before starting to use the sticks to trace the lines on the taut soles, manipulating Charlie’s laughter into a rollercoaster of varying ups and downs depending on where the sticks were gliding but he never stopped laughing. It appeared that there wasn’t a spot on his feet that didn’t get at least some level of reaction and Nick was milking it like a pro.

Once Nick had been tracing the lines of Charlie’s feet long enough to re-draw them from memory, he suddenly abandoned the tactic in favor of moving to a new spot. “NO! Just give me a fucking break! Don’t be a dick about this, man, come on!” Charlie attempted to persuade before Nick could begin again, fearing what he had planned. “What did you think I was going to do?” Nick asked, leaving Charlie a bit speechless for a moment. “You sounded pretty worried…why?” Jonas pressed as the sticks hovered above his naked feet. “I don’t…I don’t know, alright??” “No, no, don’t bullshit me, man…I wanna hear what you thought I was about to do. Tell me!” Nick demanded this time more than instructed, knowing Charlie was avoiding saying out loud what he’d imagined was about to happen to his poor feet. “I wasn’t sure! Really!” Charlie tried to assure but Nick wasn’t satisfied. “Say it or I’m shoving my socks in your mouth!” “Alright! OK! I thought you were gonna tickle my toes!” “…look at that. You were right” Nick answered before dropping the chopsticks and going after the undersides of Charlie’s tied toes.

“NNOAOAOHAohAOHAA!! NNIIICCKKK!! AOhAOhohOhAOhAAFFUUuCCKK!! PPLLLEEAASSEE!!” Charlie erupted like a barrel of fireworks all going off at once, wrecked by the return of the ruthless fingers now scratching along his plushy, immobile toes. Feeling the nails constantly raking back and forth along his toes was unbearable enough but watching it happen on the screen in real time was its own mind-fuck, forcing him to see every stroke and scratch terrorizing his bubbly toes like some strange nightmare. “Hold on, it’s this toe isn’t it…this one right here” Nick soon realized as he narrowed down his target to the middle toes of both feet. “NO! No, not there! Come on! Fuck! Seriously!! Please!” Charlie begged but couldn’t stop Nick from zeroing in on the most ticklish toes of each row and devoting his full attention to capitalizing on the discovery.

“AAAAAHAHAHAOAHAOHA!!!” Charlie roared with a higher-pitched power, reminding Nick just how wide a range Puth had as a singer. “AOhooAOhAOHOAHPLLLEEAASSEE!! OOAohAOHAFFuUuCCKKOHAOHA!!” “That’s it, beg me” Nick taunted as he concentrated on the buttery middle toes of both captive feet, the simple yet calculated attack enough to keep Charlie laughing with his whole body and get the tips of his toes turning a darker pink from straining against the ties, dying, praying to break free and curl to protect themselves. Charlie couldn’t take it and Nick couldn’t get enough.

Another tip Nick had learned, one he’d gotten from the tickler guide, was about not wearing out your ticklee too early and the importance of getting the most out of each session. This reminder soon convinced Nick to leave Charlie’s adorably, obscenely ticklish toes. “I’ll make a deal with you” “What kind…of deal?” Puth asked as he caught his breath. “I’ll get rid of most of the tape so you can move around more but you’ve got to agree to an extra 30-minutes” Nick offered. “What?!” “That’s the deal man, take it or leave it” “…fuck” was all Charlie said, trying to think of what would be the best decision. He looked at the clock and realized he was only about halfway through, making the idea of prolonging the whole thing a daunting one. “Deal or no deal?” Nick questioned. “Alright, fine…deal” Charlie answered like he wasn’t sure if he’d just made his situation better or worse but Nick made good on his offer, changing up the setup until Charlie was in a different position and more mobile, as promised.

Now on his back, the hit-maker was shirtless and with his arms over his head and edge of the table, tied by the wrists to a horizontal support beam. His waist, knees, and ankles were all secured to the table with the same wide electrical tape but he could at least move his arms around a little and wiggle his feet and toes. “You shave your armpits just for me?” Nick asked with a cheeky grin. “It was part of the deal” Charlie halfway laughed like he’d almost forgotten they were hairless now. “Yeah, I knew that. Just messing with you” “I should’ve guessed” Puth answered with a hint of attitude. “Well, how about something you probably didn’t guess?” Nick proposed before suddenly shoving something in Charlie’s mouth. “MmPHMpHAMPH!” Charlie tried to question but Nick held it in his mouth as he tore off a piece of the tape to put it over his lips, effectively gagging him.

“I know I said something about shoving my socks in your mouth earlier but the ones you’re sucking on right now aren’t mine. Those actually belong to another singer you may have heard of, Jesse McCartney” Nick explained, shocking Charlie even more. “Crazy, right? I think they’re from the early 2000s. The Hollywood Tickler is something of a collector” Jonas elaborated, filling in more about the mysterious man’s history than Charlie knew. “MMPHmAMHMM!!” “Now that you’ve got something to chew on, I wanna get my hands on these armpits” Nick announced, getting a wide-eyed reaction from Charlie before the same vicious hands from earlier pounced into his shaved pits like they couldn’t wait.

“MAMAphAMMpHMMPHM!!!” Charlie rocketed to a new uproar almost instantly, now able to jerk around a little and at least try and get away but Nick wasn’t about to let that happen, not before the new agreed upon time had run out. Both hands filled his underarms with horrifying enthusiasm as they wiggled and pawed away into the smooth hollows, now propped open for full access no matter how much Charlie jerked his arms. “Ya know, I saw an interview you did one time where you said you were super-ticklish all over…I thought you might’ve been exaggerating or something but I don’t think you were” Nick teased as if Charlie’s immense ticklishness wasn’t evident as he dominated the exposed pits, watching the handsome superstar succumb to his worst weakness as the flavor of old Hanes ankle socks marinated in his mouth.

A stockpile of tickle tools was at Nick’s disposal, unbeknownst to Charlie, but just his fingers were enough to rile Puth up to shrieks and squeals behind the gag. Nick knew shaved pits were more sensitive but part of him couldn’t help but be impressed by how true that was for Charlie. Even with hair, any kind of attention usually risked riling him up but now, the simplicity of Nick’s fingertips scurrying around in the pale patches was enough to drive Charlie bonkers. “MmpHAmMphMPHM!!!” Charlie shook as much as he could and bounced around within the limits of the new bondage setup but couldn’t escape the hellacious tickling overwhelming his armpits, growing more frustrated by the minute while Nick coaxed out more and more laughter behind Jesse’s aged socks.

“I know we talked about how great the money is but damn, I can’t believe you agreed to this. I wouldn’t have if I were you. I mean, I’m ticklish but not this ticklish” Nick added without leaving the smooth underarms, seemingly content to work them over on a loop while Charlie lost more and more of his mind. “MmPhNPHMM!!” Puth tried to respond. “Go to your thighs? Alright, sure, whatever you say” Nick pretended to oblige, earning another surprised look from the baby-faced star and gagged protests before Nick’s meaty hands sank into his thighs and started squeezing. “NNPHMmPAHAMMPHMH!!!” Charlie shrieked into the gag one good time before spiraling into a fit of muffled laughter as he rocked back and forth on the table under the powerhouse chomps.

Puth’s cheeks glowed a bright pink and his feet kicked around in place while Nick shimmied up and down the slim thighs with a dominant grip, proving once again that Charlie was indeed super-ticklish all over. The short blue gym shorts provided the perfect amount of lacking coverage for Nick to totally wreck his taped legs but with the way Nick was squeezing, Charlie could’ve been wearing a ski outfit and it would’ve still tickled. Nick didn’t lay off Charlie’s thighs until he was ready to return the armpits, a terrifying realization that Puth had no chance of hiding on his face as Nick hopped on the table again to straddle his stomach and have an even bigger go at the shaved pits this time.

“MmPhAhANNOHMMPHMMHM!!!” Charlie screamed with laughter into the socks with the craziest look Nick had seen on him since changing positions, the look of a man facing the rarity that was having your worst tickle spots exploited. Nick had older brothers. He knew what being tickled against your will for extended periods of time was like but Charlie wasn’t so initiated with that unique hell. Having Nick attack his feet or his pits or anywhere like he had been was a new kind of experience Charlie always knew was possible but never thought he’d ever encounter, not until the right dollar amount convinced him to give it a shot.

“You’re almost down to 30 minutes…and you haven’t cried yet. I’m honestly surprised” Nick pointed out as he dug into both pits and watched Charlie flounder under him, unable to handle the intensity of his own ticklishness. “MMphMMPHMM!!!” “Fuck me? Well, that was a dumb thing to say” Nick added after making out the muffled insult, prompting him to start showing Charlie’s nipples and ribs attention as well, moving between them and his armpits like a skilled grill master cooking three things at once. “MmAPhAMMPHM!!” Charlie fumed with louder laughter and regret on his face but Nick was happy to make him want to take it back.

He alternated between drilling into both pits, teasing his hard nipples, and kneading into the ribs until Charlie looked like he’d combust, only stopping when the clock went off and signaled the original time limit was up. When Nick stopped the bombardment of tickling, Charlie had never been so relieved in his life. He knew he’d agreed to 30 more minutes but maybe Nick had forgotten about it. Maybe he wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of the deal he’d made to get out of the strict bondage. Wrong.

Seeing the look of ‘thank God’ on Charlie’s face, Nick realized he was about to burst his hopeful bubble. “You didn’t think I forgot about the extra time, did you?” Jonas smiled with a flash of his teeth, striking new fear in Charlie as Nick reached under the table to grab something. It was a pair of gloves, a kind Charlie didn’t seem to recognize, with green palms and fingers with some kind of texture. “I’m going to spend our last 30 minutes on just your feet but for an added bonus, I’ll let you smell mine. Sound good? Great” Nick explained like a true tickle deviant as he finished putting on the grooming gloves and toed off his shoes. “MMpHMPPHMMNHM!!” Charlie argued with newfound urgency and defiance as the last of Nick’s shoes hit the floor and he laid out across the table in the other direction so he was on his stomach between Charlie’s legs and his legs were at the other end, letting his fresh, socked feet rest near/on Charlie’s face.

Charlie in truth had no idea what to expect from the strange gloves but with one of Nick’s hands on each of his bare feet, their wrath was instantly understood. “MMAPHMMMAPHNMPHMM!!!!” Charlie screamed into the gag with more explosive laughter with an expression he’d never had to make but Nick was too busy scrubbing his feet to see it, running the textured fingers and palms of the gloves back and forth across the plump, pink soles while the camera continued capturing the whole thing for The Hollywood Tickler. Charlie’s laughter became deranged, feral almost behind the savory socks as Nick enjoyed each and every second of the extra time he’d bargained to get while his own ripe feet dominated Puth’s face and only open airway.

Charlie Puth had become the latest in a long line of famous ticklees made richer by The Hollywood Tickler, just like the man whose socks were soaking in his mouth and the one tickling his 11 ½s that so many foot lovers, like the mystery money man, had drooled over from afar, even if they were presently more owned by Nick than Charlie, at least for the next half hour.