“Nicholas, Nicholas, Nicholas…how did you end up like this?” a rather cheeky Taylor Zakhar Perez greeted as he opened the door and found his buddy in the incredibly vulnerable position. Nicholas Galitzine laughed like he’d won a bet with himself, flashing his pearly smile with a toss of his blonde hair. “I knew it would be you! I fucking knew it!” Galitzine confessed as Taylor grinned back at him, humored by the correct guess. “You knew it, huh? Psychic all of a sudden?” Taylor teased as his eyes sized up his co-star, almost studying his body and how it was rendered so helpless.

“Just a feeling I guess” Nicholas answered as he felt the eyes on him, suddenly stirring up more butterflies of anticipation. In only a pair of emerald green boxer briefs, Galitzine sat up straight with his wrists secured in two black padded cuffs that were connected to the sleeves encasing his legs, those sleeves attached to the V-shaped, horizontal leg extensions. His bare feet stuck out at the ends of the black sleeves and his butt sat at the point of the V shaped table, the position now feeling incredibly more unsettling than before Taylor had walked in. Someone else entering the room while he was like that was enough to make him tenser, watching his buddy’s every move as he lingered near him without actually doing anything yet.

“Ya know, I don’t actually know how ticklish you are. I mean, I’ve seen your ass and all but I’ve never seen anybody tickle you” Taylor pointed out as he reached out and made Nicholas’ plump toes clench down into a curled defense but his hands landed at the tops of the individual stocks built-in to the table housing Nicholas’ ankles. “Relax, man…why so jumpy?” Taylor teased as Nicholas unwound with relief, letting his toes relax again and his body to loosen. “I thought you were about to start” Galitzine admitted with slight embarrassment at his reaction. “Start what?” Taylor asked, earning a skewed look from Nicholas like he knew he was being toyed with.

“You can’t reach out for a guy’s feet when they’re strapped in fucking sleeves and locked in place and expect me not to jump” Nicholas defended with a light laugh, a tone usually reserved for when the pair would get into a friendly disagreement. “I can keep my hands right here if that’s what you want…right here on these stocks” Taylor offered as his tan hands stayed in the neutral position they had been but he started squatting down until he was closer to eye level with the right foot. “Wha…what are you doing?? Hey! What?! Taylor!” Nicholas whined with the cute English way he said Taylor, demanding an answer for his intentions. “Chill out…I told you, you didn’t have to worry about my hands. Now my tongue, that might be a different story” Taylor explained before licking all the way up from the heel of Nicholas’ right foot and sending a visible shockwave through the bound heartthrob.

“AhhAhha…shit” was all he could say as his eyes rolled back a bit and goosebumps covered his toned body but Taylor didn’t give him time to come down from it before taking the toes in his mouth and slurping on them with gentle yet familiar affection, riling Nicholas up more as his smile returned and giggles of ticklish pleasure began to spill out. “hahAohAookOOK! aohAoTTAAyYyLLooRR!” Galitzine protested like he didn’t know what else to do, suddenly overcome with the uniquely delightful feeling that was having one’s toes sucked and the undeniable tickling that often came with it for such rich, sensitive toes like his.

“Mhmm…like an English breakfast” Taylor teased as his tongue played between the middle toes. “WWhhAatT! IITTSSEeEiIiGGhhTTAATtNnIiIGGHhT!” Nicholas couldn’t help but answer before the surprise worship suddenly slowed to a more tempered speed, allowing the 29 year old to enjoy the feeling of Taylor’s tongue now glazing the base of his toes and his lips on his skin. It was borderline hypnotic, entrancing the younger star with the last thing he’d imagined happening tonight and keeping him distracted from the hand that’d quietly left the top of the left stock and now seconds away from giving his other foot a different kind of attention.

“AhAhaFFuhuUCK!” shot out of Nicholas before he even fully knew why until his head darted toward the foot being scratched and the rush of electricity commanded his body, forcing out adorably uncontrollable laughter. “AhAHAnNoOONNOOAOHA!! AASSshhOOOLLLEE!!” “You’re the one who agreed to this; it’s not my fault you’re so ticklish…you and these hot feet of yours” Taylor added with a sinister pleasure in his smile as he watched his friend struggle and flail in the complex restraints. The short nails dominating the left sole was enough to make Nicholas forget he had another foot to worry about, that was until Taylor matched his delivery on the right foot and instantly turned up the volume in the room.

“AAhAHAHANNOOO!! AohAohAOHAaFFuUuCCCkAKKAHAHA!!” Galitzine erupted with more vibrant laughter as he jerked around and pulled at the straps but his feet were painfully out of reach, hopelessly unprotectable by design of the table he was locked into. Nicholas’ bouncy hair flew around with every provoked thrash, recently blonde once again for the sequel to the movie that’d put he and Taylor together to begin with. “Maybe in this next movie, we can recreate that Fellow Travelers scene and I can suck on your toes to show everybody how ticklish they are” Taylor suggested as his fingers scurried up and down the soft soles. “AAohAOHAYYyEEAAaHhHRRiIiIGGhHTT!!” “Or you could always suck on mine…I think I’d like that” Perez offered before suddenly switching gears again, calling off his relentless fingers and letting his mouth embrace the left foot this time.

Nicholas’ mouth fell open as he watched Taylor wrap the heel between his lips, a mix of awe and relief as he sat with a bit of suspense and Taylor began slurping and sucking on the end of his foot with no clear motive other than to perplex him, keep him guessing, assert his control. Taylor’s tongue soon escaped the hold of his lips and stretched out closer to the arch and started snaking back and forth until a grin was back on Nicholas’ face. “Mmhm..oOoohmHmm…AhAoH!” bubbled out every few seconds as Taylor savored the bottom half of his foot and his tongue tickled him at the same time, confusing Nicholas’ senses and tainting his enjoyment with the unignorable truth of how ticklish he truly was.

The Englishman’s mind was overwhelmed by the scene he’d found himself in, Taylor’s spell proving just as powerful as before but this time, Nicholas knew to keep an eye out, to anticipate a sneak attack. He forced himself to look over at his right foot every so often while Taylor continued snacking on his rosy heel but another shift pulled his attention back to the left when the sneaky tongue became a flat, licking machine up the entire length of his foot. “AAhhh…” Nicholas couldn’t help but let out as all 10 toes curled, his big toes moving as much as they could against the ties holding them in place. Taylor smirked at how easy it was to fake him out for a second time.

“AhAhGhSHIT! ANoAoOhAOAOHA!! AAOHFFuUuUUCCKKOOoFFF!!” exploded out of Nicholas when his other foot, the one he’d forgotten to watch, became the target of five scribbling fingers. “YYoOuuAoAHAODDIIiICCKkK!!” “If you want me to be a real dick, I can. Don’t you worry about that” Taylor assured as he met the insult like a challenge, grabbing a hairbrush sitting on the floor and returning to the lush sole with the full might of the stiff bristles. “AAHAhAHAOhAOHNNOOAOAHAOHA!! WWHHHAATTiIISSTThHAATTT?!?!” “What about two, huh?” Taylor decided as he armed himself with a matching oval brush and launched onto the sole he’d just tongued down. “AAHAOhOAHAOHAOOoOOHAOHAOHFFUUUUCCKK!!”

Nicholas went crazy on the table. His body bucked and flew around in every direction looking for some escape while his smile was forced to an exaggerated size across his handsome face, gushing desperate laughter as the brushes showed their wrath and Taylor wielded them without restraint. “You gonna take it back?” “AAohAohCCOOMmEEOoOONN!!” “Say ‘I’m sorry I called you a dick, Taylor’” Perez ordered while sawing the brushes back and forth across the silk soles. “AAHAOhAOokOOKK!! aOhAOHAIiMMmSSoOoRRRyYY!!” “For what?” “AAAAHAH!! JJUuUSSTTSSTTOOopPPFFoOORRAASSECCCooNnNDD!!” “Sorry for what??” Taylor doubled down with indifference to his ticklish suffering. “SSOoORRyyYFFoOoRRR CCAALLIiNNNGGyYyOOoUuAADDiiiCCCkKTTAAyYLLLOORR!!” Nicholas obeyed like he was told, willing to sacrifice his ego a little to spare his defenseless feet.

The admission was enough to get the hairbrushes back on the floor and Nicholas’ body hunched with relief as he caught his breath. “Such…an asshole” “What was that?” Taylor challenged like surely he wasn’t smarting-off at him after that. “Nothing…nothing at all” Nicholas lied with a put-on smile as he straightened himself up a bit, getting a humored grin from Perez. He knew Nicholas well enough to know by now that his angelic face wasn’t to be trusted; he could be sassy and mouthy when he wanted. Part of him liked being a smart-ass at times or giving playful attitude just to fuck with Taylor a little. Now that Perez had seen how ticklish Nicholas was, he was surprised that he’d agreed to The Hollywood Tickler’s offer. But he was glad he had. Torturing Nicholas was turning out to be more fun than he’d imagined.

As the bound blonde collected himself, Taylor recalled what the instructional video had said about changing things up, how sticking with one spot or one method could lose its effect if a tickler kept at it for too long. Nicholas’ feet may have been divine and deliciously ticklish but there was the rest of him to play with as well. It was his job after all to tickle him for the full 2 hours.

“What if I make you a deal?” Taylor proposed as he stood up and walked around the table, being watching by Nichoals like he was a shark circling a surfer in the water. “I doubt your checkbook is as fat as his” Nicholas quipped with a smirk. “If you can keep from laughing for 15 seconds, I’ll worship your feet for the rest of the time and stop tickling you” Taylor laid out as he stood behind him. “Bullshit” “Only one way to find out” “You’re fucking with me…I know you are!” “I’ll even give you a head start. 1…2…” Perez answered before landing on Nicholas’ ribs with wiggling fingers. “AGghH!” came flying out of Nicholas, more of a gasp than a laugh, before he clamped his mouth shut to try and win the game he’d been presented with.

Nicholas yanked on his wrist straps and squirmed between Taylor’s pesky fingers working into his ribs. His mouth looked like he was holding his breath as he grunted and whined from his throat, a pot simmering toward a boil while the slender fingers poked and kneaded up and down his ribs without pause or a second thought. “6…7…8” Perez counted aloud as time moved slower for Nicholas, currently jerking against the table and trying to pull his elbows in to at least halfway block the tickling but Taylor couldn’t be avoided. “10…11…12” Taylor continued as his fingers grew sharper, faster, meaner until the simmering pot boiled over. “AAHAHAHAHAHASSTTOOOOPPP! AohAOSSTToHOhoPPIIIITT!!” Nicholas shouted as he thrashed back and forth but Taylor didn’t back off, now seated on the back of the table behind Nicholas for an excellent angle of attack.

“Well, you had your chance…I guess you’re still getting tickled” Taylor pointed out as his hands began drifting south, never breaking contact or giving Nicholas a break as he ventured down his sides until he plunged into his belly. “AAhAooHAHANNOO!” rang out as his head flew back and he raged against the straps some more, no match for the two-handed digging into his abs. As the pair of hunky actors played their roles in the room, the camera that was set up in front of them captured every moment and nuance of their exchange with silent objectivity.

The recording, part of the deal with The Hollywood Tickler, and for his eyes only, filmed the devious side of Taylor on full display, proving he was the right choice to hire to do the tickling. It also captured every wonderful reaction Nicholas had to all of it, reactions so genuine and addictive to a man like The Hollywood Tickler and as it turned out, at least entertaining to Perez. While the mystery man behind the tickling deal had a knack for selecting great ticklees, he’d also developed a sense of who would be a good tickler. Many men had something of an inner sadist in them, the part of them that was normally harmless outside of juvenile antics or teasing, but when given the chance to really let go and tickle someone as much as they could, very much rose to the occasion. Taylor was the latest example of this in a long line of men before him.

“AALLLRRiiiGGhhTTAHAH!! PPLLEEAASSEE!! AhoAHAOHATTAAyYLLLOORRCCOoMMOOOHONN!” Nichoals begged through his overflowing laughter, wrecked by the fingers working into his stomach. “Please? I must be doing something right” Taylor laughed as he swung his leg around and hopped off the back of the table, leaving Nicholas to savor the lack of tickling. “Now I know…why this job pays so well” Galitzine admitted through heavy inhales and exhales, making Taylor giggle with him, the moment reminding the camera that they were still friends. “Maybe you’d like to stretch a little bit” Taylor offered as he reached out and unhooked one of the wrist straps from the leg sleeve it was connected to, surprising Nicholas.

“Stretch how?” “Like this” Perez explained as he took the arm and secured the clasp of the strap to a hook hanging from the ceiling. “What the hell? Has that been there the whole time?” Nicholas questioned. “Yep” Taylor answered as he repeated the same move with the other arm, leaving Nicholas in more of an upside-down Y shape now with his arms over his head. “Oh shit…this is…that’s so messed up” Nicholas added as if a lightbulb had suddenly gone off for him. “What is?” Taylor questioned with a smirk that defied any chance of ignorance. “You know damn well what!” Nicholas assured with a laugh of premature dread. “Dude, just tell me what you’re talking about…I can’t read minds” Perez pressed, humored by the realization that Nicholas didn’t want to bring attention to. “I so don’t take back calling you a dick earlier” Galitzine confessed. “I guess I’ll just have to make you regret it then…especially now with your armpits wiiiide open for me” Taylor answered, confirming Nicholas’ newfound anxiety as he stood in front of him this time, watching Galitzine’s nervous smile and the cringe of his fists until 10 spidering fingers landed in the pale pits, now so fully his for the taking.

“NoO! NOoohA! AGGhAhSTOP!” Nicholas protested as he twisted in place but couldn’t shake the hands locked onto his underarms, freshly shaven per The Hollywood Tickler’s terms. “Does it tickle less if you fight it like that? Doesn’t really seem like it” Taylor taunted with dancing fingertips stroking up and down the smooth expanses. “FFuUCKKOOhOoOoFF!” “Potty mouth tonight…I can fix that, ya know” Taylor pointed out before clamping one hand across Nicholas’ pretty mouth and suddenly drilling into the left armpit. “MMAHMPHMMPHMAHAMHMM!!!” Galitzine went to bucking and shouting behind the hand gag, with a look of surprise in his eyes that Taylor had shut him up like that. “Much better” Perez teased before darting into the other armpit and making Nicholas jerk the other direction as much as he could, foolishly, humanly trying to evade the inescapable tickling.

The muffled laughter roared behind Taylor’s firm hand as he switched back to the other armpit, booming with contained hysteria until a quick bite convinced his hand to leave. “Seriously? Did you just fucking bite me?” Taylor asked with a laugh of disbelief. “You asked for it” Nicholas answered, grinning with defiant pride. “I’ll remember that” Perez assured before reaching under the table and grabbing two more tools. “Are you mad? Toothbrushes??” Nicholas asked. “No, but I think you might be soon though” Taylor answered before firing up the electric tools and surprising him once again by heading for his chest.

“Hey! What are you doinGhAoHAohahAHHAOHAOAHSSHHiiITT!!” Nicholas couldn’t help but erupt with a wide-eyed look of ‘why does that tickle so much?’ as he fell apart again on the table. “Maybe we should’ve started by you telling me where you weren’t ticklish” Taylor teased as he focused the buzzing bristles on Nicholas’ juicy nipples and made him bounce around to try and dodge the brushes now tickling his chest more than he could’ve imagined. “TThhAAttsSSoOOWwEEiIrRDD!!” “Maybe it’s weird that your nipples are so ticklish” Taylor volleyed with another humored smile as he bombarded the now stiff nipples with electric stimulation, pumping out frustrated, discombobulated laughter from Galitzine with the ease of battery-powered automation.

After a few minutes, his nipples were tingling and surging with overstimulation, making Nicholas practically whimper every few seconds between the giggly outpouring but to his relief, something convinced Taylor to turn the brushes off. Galitzine was laughing too much to hear anything, unaware of what’d gotten Taylor to stop until he saw why he’d been spared anymore time with the horrible toothbrushes. “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually show” Taylor greeted. “What?” a confused Nicholas asked before turning his head and seeing who’d come in the side door of the room. “No way…no way! What are you doing here??” Galitzine asked with a dumbfounded look as he met Harry Styles’ eyes. “I was invited. I heard there was a good Harry Styles impersonator here that I needed to meet” Harry explained with a friendly, up to something smile.

“This is…this is insane” Nicholas practically gushed. “It’s not my first time here, believe me” Harry answered, getting a curious grin from Taylor. “Ya know, I wasn’t actually impersonating you in The Idea of You” Galitzine tried to assure like he feared he’d offended him. “That right?” Harry challenged, showing a shimmer of the same devious delight in his grin like Taylor had. “I think Harry might like to help me out here” Perez suggested. “I’d love to actually” Styles assured as he began pulling tiny metal things from his pocket and putting them on the tips of his fingers. “Guys, come on…two on one is…that’s not fair!” Nicholas tried to convince. “Sounding a little nervous there, buddy” Taylor pointed out as he rounded the table and sat across the back of it again behind him before reaching around and clamping both hands across Nicholas’ mouth this time. “…you should be” Taylor whispered near his ear before letting his tongue rejoin the party by flicking all along his neck.

“MMHMmHAMMPHMHM!!” Nicholas powered back up with fresh, fiery laughter, trying to dip his head around and stop the tongue tickling his neck and cursing him with another wave of goosebumps. But Taylor held his head in place and drove him absolutely nuts with the wet tickling until Harry proved that Nicholas hadn’t known real ticklish insanity yet. With one of the thin, metal attachments on each fingertip, he began clawing down Nicholas’ dreamy soles and instantly ignited a new hell for Galitzine. “MMPHMMAPHMMPHMHM!!!!” His eyes bulged with shock and horror as he caught glimpses of what Harry was doing, struggling to focus from the tongue slithering around his neck and ears but every stroke of the fake nails tickled almost more than the hair brushes earlier.

“Like them?” Harry teased with a quick wave of his right hand before dragging back down the supple sole and helped crank out more shrieking laughter. It only got worse for Nicholas when Taylor left his neck and with one hand still on his mouth, he dipped his head around to start lapping up his armpit and used his free hand to squeeze into his thigh. “MMAPHMMPHAAMMPHM!!!” Nichoals screamed into his hand with the wildest laughter he’d ever expelled and it wouldn’t stop. He had no control over it, over any of it. He’d been paid handsomely to be tickled and he was earning every penny.

Harry’s metal nails soon began scratching with wiggling fingers, deviating from the clawing technique to introduce a different style of tickling that hit Nicholas even harder. “I almost feel bad tickling feet this soft and beautiful…maybe I can make it up to them afterwards” Harry suggested like a man who knew when something was too precious not to appreciate. “They taste pretty good actually” Taylor added between licks of his armpit. “Yeah?” Styles questioned before finding out for himself and licking between a few of the juicy toes and making Nichoals yelp into Taylor’s hand. “Mmm…you’re right, they’re like salted butter” Harry realized before going in for more, pairing the nails scribbling across both plush soles with his tongue now indulging in the tasty toes. Galitzine screamed with more laughter every few seconds as the pair of ticklers pushed him further than he ever expected, the restless tongue in his armpit and the one snaking between his toes, the strong squeezes up and down his thigh, and like a cruel cherry on top, the metal nails incessantly haunting his perfect feet. This is the kind of scene The Hollywood Tickler lived for.

Nearly 20 minutes later, Nicholas sat in the same position, still secured to the table and with his arms strung up over his head but now a pair of socks were tied around his mouth, Harry’s own sweaty crew socks. Unbeknownst to the current wearer, the sock gag was another tip from the instructional video to spice up a tickling session and a personal favorite move of the man in charge. Galitzine whined and giggled into his gag while Taylor and Harry sat at his stocked, toe-tied feet, licking, sucking, and slurping on the captive pair as requested by The Hollywood Tickler. He may have been a tickling fanatic but every so often be paid his ticklers a little extra to worship their lee’s feet. Both men’s enthusiasm was nothing short of committed, drooling over the mouthwatering soles and cleaning the wiggly toes over and over. After 30 years, one might expect this kind of thing to grow old to The Hollywood Tickler but to him, this was two hours of heaven, and no matter how many times he enjoyed it, heaven never got old.