Lovable Harvey Kinkle walked up the Spellman steps with a typical cute yet concerned expression on his boy next door face, hoping to see his ex-girlfriend as he knocked on the door. “Hi, Harvey…what brings you here?” Hilda asked with a smile. “Is Sabrina home?” “No, dear, I’m sorry. She’s not” Hilda explained. “Do you know where she might be?” Harvey inquired. “Umm I think she said something about going with Ambrose to the uhh…the Gray Room, Dorian’s Gray Room” the witch enlightened. “What’s that?” “It’s a sort of gentlemen’s club for warlocks but you know Sabrina, she doesn’t really pay attention to boundaries” Hilda added with a cheery giggle. “Thanks, Ms. Spellman” Harvey replied with a newfound pep in his step and direction to his search. 

Inside the dusky, magical hangout known as Dorian’s Gray Lounge, a small collection of young warlocks downed drinks and enjoyed the testosterone-fueled atmosphere. “Do you really think Father Blackwood is going to let Sabrina challenge the Church of Night’s traditions and compete with you?” Ambrose Spellman asked with a curious smirk. “I’m not sure what Father Blackwood plans on doing about her but I’m happy to see her try” Nicholas Scratch replied with a charismatic laugh and pearly smile that could charm anyone. “It will be interesting to see play out, that’s for sure” the older warlock added as he and the prince of the witching academy threw back their second foamy drink. About that time the side door to Dorian’s opened and a determined Harvey walked in. “Who invited the mortal?” Nicholas asked with arrogance in his voice. “Harvey…what are you doing here?” Ambrose asked as he approached the 18 year old. “I’m looking for Sabrina, your aunt said she was here” Harvey explained as he got a look at Sabrina’s olive-skinned new flame. “She left about 15 minutes ago and you should probably go too” Ambrose suggested with a gentle hand trying to guide him out.

“She said she wanted to talk but she didn’t answer my texts so I’m trying to find her” the somewhat naïve teen expressed as he evaded Ambrose’s benevolent hand. “Maybe she’s avoiding you, Harry” Nicholas chimed in from his seat. “It’s Harvey…and I wasn’t talking to you” Harvey asserted with a stern tone. “She was headed to town from here; maybe try calling her again” Ambrose offered in an attempt to prevent a situation from sparking in the lounge. “This is a place for warlocks…not pathetic mortals who can’t take a hint” Nicholas inserted from behind Ambrose with a cheeky grin only pissed Harvey off more. 

“That’s it! You wanna go, witch boy?” Kinkle charged as he broke past Sabrina’s cousin and toward the snarky Scratch. “Bad move, bud” was all Nicholas said as he handled Harvey’s aggression without breaking a sweat. “Teattro timpus” passed his lips and the frustrated lad was pinned to the nearest wall on his back. “Wha…what are you doing?!?” Harvey demanded to know as he tried to move but his body couldn’t budge an inch, totally immobile under the spell. “Just teaching you a lesson…” Nicholas answered snidely, watching his new rival try to squirm free. “Nicholas! Put him down” Ambrose instructed as their interaction drew the attention of the rest of the patrons. “I’m not gonna hurt him…I’m just gonna have a little fun” the suave lad assured before fluttering his fingers in the air to make Harvey’s clothes disappear, leaving him in just a pair of pale blue boxers and white tube socks.

The rest of the lounge chuckled at the sight and Harvey grew more angry/nervous. “Put me down! Get my clothes back!!” “All in good time…now, let’s see where’s a good place to start” Nicholas prompted as he recited another spell, “Litilium nomberas.” Suddenly four stiff, black feathers appeared on either side of Harvey’s spread-eagle body and began teasing his naked torso, making him bite his lip as the sensations struck his nervous system. “He’s trying to hold it in…how admirable” Nicholas taunted. “Really? Tickling?” Ambrose asked. “Looks like it’s working too” Scratch replied with a grin as the collection of feathers trailed up and down the length of Harvey’s vulnerable upper body, their thin tips moving from his hips to the base of his pits in a steady, smooth motion. The look on Kinkle’s face was that of pure concentration to try and contain what would have normally been a wild fit of laughter by now, not wanting to give the devious warlock the satisfaction. 

“Come on, give us a giggle, Harry” Scratch teased as he sped up the feathers so they danced along his sensitive skin more furiously, with only a few seconds passing until, “OAHOAhaaohaSSTtoOoPPP!! AOSSTTOTOpPPPIiIIITtTTTT!” Harvey demanded between an adorable gush of laughter. “I’d hate to ruin the show for my friends; it’d be rude to stop now” Nicholas replied while he orchestrated the feathers to migrate along the toned stomach and chest, now with one twiddling into his bellybutton, two teasing his nipples, and the last one teasing his collar bone. “AAANNnoOOOO!! TThthiIiisSAHAHAHAHAIiiIISsSsNnnTTTAHAHFHFffAAaIiiIiRRR!” Harvey argued as the new ticklish rush dominated him more strongly this time. “I can’t disagree with you on that but I didn’t choose to be a warlock more than you chose to be so…average” Nicholas answered with pride in his handy work.

“Nicholas this isn’t right…you’re acting like some high school bully” Ambrose tried to diffuse. “He came at me, Spellman…you saw him. Everybody here would say the same thing” the cocky 18 year old explained, challenging Ambrose’s attempt to stop him but despite being older and more knowledgeable, Ambrose wasn’t on good terms with the Church of Night as it is so getting into a fight with their golden boy wouldn’t be smart. 

Harvey’s bubbly laughter filled Dorian’s Gray Lounge as the minutes passed and the onlookers laughed along with him, admiring Scratch’s uniquely entertaining and humiliating spell choice while watching the feathers terrorize helpless Harvey. The feather in his navel was practically carving out the tiny hollow in his belly, every fine whisp teasing his skin as it twisted in the air. The two at his nipples flicked back and forth across the now stiff pink pleasure sensors while the fourth looked like it was playing his prominent collar bone like a violin, sliding along the defenseless area more than enough to keep Harvey bumbling with proof of how ticklish he was. 

“MMmAAkKkKEEEiiiiTTTTAHAHHAhAAHAHSsSSTTTOOoOOPPP!! TtTHHiIiISSiIiSbBuUULLLSSHHhIiIITT!!” the kind-eyed brunette shouted as he tried to endure the hellacious sensations, with only his head able to move and it was desperately trying to block the feather dusting his collar bone. “I know you can’t tell, but this is way too much fun to stop haha” Scratch answered without mercy for his mortal romantic competition. “Where else are you ticklish, Kinkle?” Nicholas proposed before snapping his fingers to make the feathers duplicate and further explore poor Harvey. Two pairs started swirling and dancing in his outstretched armpits, tracing the rims of his underarms as well as practically getting tangled in the puffs of brown hair while two others began attacking his neck and ears like annoying bugs insistent on driving him crazy. The two remaining feathers snuck up Harvey’s loose boxers to attack his inner thighs/crotch region. “HAHWWHHAaATTT??!?! DDAahAHAmMMiIITT! PppUUuuTTmMMEEDDDOoOoOAOAOWWN!!”

The 8 feathers wrecked Harvey from the knee up with ease but Nicholas had his sights on the last area to be exploited. “I usually don’t get my hands dirty but this is a special occasion” the raven-haired warlock explained as he approached the spunky guest with mischief in his seductive eyes. Scratch stuck both hands below the immobile soles and watched as Harvey’s eyes lit up with newfound apprehension, “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you” the wicked witch added with a flashy smile before doing just the opposite. Both sets of his fingers landed on the cotton covered soles with concentrated enthusiasm, all ten of them scurrying back and forth across the ridiculously vulnerable feet as Harvey’s body filled with chaotic energy like it’d burst from not being able to move or wiggle his feet. 

“AOhAOHGGohAOHASSHHIIITT!! NOOOAOHA!! GGEETToOOOFFF!! GGEETTOOOFFmMYYYAHAHAFFEEETT!! AASSHhoOOOLLLLEE!!” Kinkle protested like it would make a difference, his shaggy hair flailing like The Exorcist as the seconds passed and the tickling gave him a taste of a unique kind of hell. “Take his socks off!” a voice from the warlock crowd called out, followed by a few cheers of agreement. “Patience, fellas…anticipation makes it all the better when I do get to these bare feet” Scratch replied with immense satisfaction in his position, secretly eager to see Harvey’s feet for himself, how they sized up to his own. 

While Nicholas moved his cruel fingers across the fragrant, socked targets, his magical feathers continued destroying the fight left in the mostly naked Harvey; the ones at his neck and ears moving faster than his head could even try and protect him from. They moved like hummingbirds the way they swiveled so quickly on either side of his defenseless neck and toyed with his equally susceptible ears, those constant sensations maddening enough on their own without the rest of the small feather army. The four dominating his pits were like trained assassins, knowing just how to execute each movement with the utmost devastation. The two lining the edges of his pits felt like thin, silky tongues licking him to quench some bottomless thirst while the feathers in the middle of his pale hollows almost looked like they were painting the entire surface area, moving all around to diligently to keep Harvey squealing and laughing.

“FFUUuCCkKiiNNGGhAOAOhSSTTohohHOOPP!! NoOOMMoOoREE TTiIiCCKKliIINNnGGhAHA!!” Harvey tried to convince as sweat covered his adorable face and his charmingly tortured laughter did anything but die down. “You’re the one who barged in here uninvited and then tried to attack me…just be glad I didn’t turn you into a goose” Nicholas replied with a laugh as his audience chuckled along. Ambrose watched from the sidelines with an internal conflict waging between his head and his gut, wanting to avoid any more trouble from the church but knowing he needed to help Harvey. His conscious only grew heavier as he saw the egotistical warlock start scratching along the balls of both socked feet after discovering them to be a hot spot, Kinkle’s voice full of genuine desperation as the powerful fingers raked back and forth across both rows of balls. Ambrose was his only hope.

The seasoned warlock darted toward Nicholas with the goal of getting him out the way and using a spell to free Harvey but Scratch had more than a few loyal fans in the bar. “Nick, look out!” a voice shouted just as Ambrose was about to reach him but the sadistic teen proved to be swifter than cousin Spellman, reciting the same spell that’d planted Harvey onto the wall. “Shit!” was all Ambrose said as he tried to move or escape but like Harvey, he could only move his head as he sat immobile, stretched out next to the younger lad. “Ambrose…poor time to play hero” “Let us down!” “You should’ve just let me enjoy my new plaything but the more the merrier I guess” Scratch answered as he snapped his fingers and Ambrose’s clothes vanished except his briefs. “You want in on the fun, huh?” Nicholas teased. “Viotala trenium duvotus” left his plump lips and two ghostly looking hands appeared in front of the brilliant, immobile warlock and launched onto his upper body; one of them swirling around his bellybutton like it was looking for treasure and the other digging into his ribs with severe accuracy and focus.

“TTHHIiIIiSSiIiSS FFuuUCHUCCkKEEDDDUUpPPP!! AOhAuUNNnDDOoTThHEEBBLLOOoDDyYY SSpPEEHEHLLL!!” Ambrose demanded as his head flopped around and his mouth howled with uncontrollable laughter, the translucent hand wiggling all five of its fingers along and between his ribs without missing a beat while the other somehow made its pointer finger wet so the ticklish sensations were even more maniacal in his totally exposed navel. “You talk too much, Spellman” Nicholas replied as his witchy fingers took a break from raking along Harvey’s soles and yanked the pair of tube socks off. “Man…these socks smell worse than a swamp potion” Scratch taunted, making the other students giggle at this reference. “Wonder if Ambrose would agree?” Nicholas added before tying the long socks together at the toes and flying it up to gag the older warlock. “How about two for one?” the devilish 18 year old suggested before moving to stand between the two pinned guests and attacking Harvey’s left bare foot and Ambrose’ right at the same time. 

“AhAGhAOhAOAHNNNoAOhAOHO!! SSTTHOHOHOPP!! TThHiiSSiIiSSTToOOORRTTUURREEAHA!!” Kinkle confessed with a wide, puppeteered smile as the feathers all over his body and Nick’s short-nailed fingers got the better of him. “Torture for you but I’m having a blast” Scratch answered with a wink as he indulged in the rare dynamic. Harvey's wild, boyishly warm laughter was so thunderous that nobody even heard Nick speak another few feathers into existence, sending two each to thread between the toes of Harvey's right foot and Ambrose's left. The new set of feathers moved like floss back and forth between each of the captive lads' juicy toes while the arrogant tickle monster worked over the different yet beautiful feet in front of him.

He loved the contrasting feeling and looks of the boys’ feet, Ambrose’s soles a light toffee color while his tops were a warm caramel, the bottoms like silk grazing against the tips of Nick’s fingers. Harvey’s were fairly pale on top but a visible tan line from the tube socks created a ring around his calves, leaving his soles perfectly pink and sinfully soft. Harvey’s laughter was almost entertaining to listen to, so bubbly and vibrant as he argued for Nicholas to stop tickling him while Ambrose’s reaction could only be heard from behind the cheesy sock gag saturating his mouth. Nicholas was kind of surprised at how into the tickling he was at this point, absolutely immersed in tormenting both lads’ extraordinarily sensitive and equally intoxicating feet while feeding off the small crowd's energy. Unlike Ambrose, he loved being the star of the show and this was just the newest iteration of that, driving Sabrina’s ex and her cousin mad with the magical feathers and hands and his own vicious touch scratching all over the balls, toes, and arches of the pair of luscious feet. 

“Mr. Scratch!” an authoritative voice called out from the entrance of Dorian’s Gray Room. The charismatic tickle fiend turned around to see the one person he was actually intimidated by. “Father Blackwood…I uhh…I” “You what? You thought it would be an original party trick to tickle torture a mortal and one of your fellow warlocks?” the High Priest of the Church of Night questioned with a stern tone. “Sir…I was just…” “Undo the spell right now and I’ll consider not expelling you” the high ranking warlock ordered, forcing him to free Harvey and Ambrose.

Both boys fell to the floor and quickly put their clothes back on, with Ambrose quickly taking the sock gag out his mouth. “Your feet taste like a pissed off block of parmesan…” Spellman added as the pair tried to regain their composure. The rest of the boys stood around like sheep waiting for guidance, interested to see what would unfold now that a man they all feared had crashed the party. “I do not require an audience; if you know what’s good for you, you'll scatter!” Blackwood announced, sending the group of warlocks out the Gray Room’s exit in a hurry. Nicholas stood with his tail between his legs and with a humbler disposition while Ambrose and Harvey got to their feet after getting dressed. 

“Tell me, Nicholas…since you’ve decided to humiliate these two in such a specific manner, are you ticklish?” Blackwood asked before reciting a restriction spell, taking Scratch by surprise and leaving him tied across one of the bar’s large, round, wooden tables. “What the? Father Blackwood??” he asked with anxiety. “Not exactly” the High Priest answered before dropping the persona and returning to his real form. “Luke?” Ambrose asked. “In the flesh” his boyfriend replied before using another spell to prevent Nicholas from using any magic to free himself. “What the hell just happened?” Harvey asked. “It’s a glamour, an illusion” Ambrose explained as he and Luke moved closer to the mischievous lad, his wrists and ankles tied with rope to the legs of the table to keep him stretched out. 

“What now, love?” Luke asked Ambrose. “Let me at him!” Harvey demanded as he started toward the bound tickler. “No, no…where’s the justice in simply punching him?” Ambrose redirected before waving his hands to remove every stitch of clothing and footwear from Nicholas except his tight, black boxer briefs. “You’re playing with fire, Spellman” Scratch tried to intimidate with a new sense of quiet fear he was trying to conceal. “You talk too much, Scratch” Luke added as he tied Nick’s sheer black socks together and used them to gag the crafty warlock, getting him back for his boyfriend.

“Shall we?” Luke asked before he, Ambrose, and Harvey dug into their captive for sweet revenge. The disgruntled mortal sunk both hands onto Nick’s stomach like a lion would its prey, wiggling each of his ten fingers into the tight abs that the warlock was so proud of. Kinkle’s vengeful touch was more aggressive than he ever usually was, ravaging the fully exposed, tan belly to do nothing short of wreck Nick. Ambrose was stationed at the flawless bare feet writhing about on the edge of the table, using both hands to scribble furiously along the plush flesh that felt like they’d never met a rough surface. “So jumpy” Spellman commented to tease Nicholas before using a simple spell to keep the feet in place like the younger boy had used earlier, allowing Ambrose to focus on what seemed to be the worst spot of the stud’s delicious feet, his arches. 

Thankfully his nails were a little overdue for a cut so he was able to rake up and down the vertical soles with brutal claws back and forth, concentrating on the arches every time he got to them with a flurry of rapid scratches. Luke however, had taken a more personal position, squeezing both of Nick’s thighs like he was milking a stubborn cow. Thanks to his boyfriend’s spell, Luke was able to really get at the meaty legs without having to pin them down or any fight from his victim. “MMmhhmNMHHNMMN!!!” roared out from behind the sock gag as Nicholas’ head thrashed about and the overwhelming sensations showed him how ticklish he truly was. He was usually too smooth or sharp to face most consequences any time his behavior got out of line but the determined trio exploiting his hidden weakness was giving him a serious taste of his own medicine for the first time.

“Not so tough now, huh?” Harvey taunted with his stiff fingers daggering into Nick’s taut stomach, making all those crunches and hours at the gym seem virtually pointless in that moment; no amount of muscles or charm could make him less ticklish or help him escape. “I wonder if the rest of the school knows how sensitive their prince charming is…” Ambrose suggested with a skewed eyebrow like he would make some PSA about it upon his next visit. Cousin Spellman materialized a black ink pen with a wave of his hand after teasing Scratch and went to work on one of the smooth, rosy soles. Each stroke of the metal tip felt like some twisted child had gotten bored and decided to draw on his velvety foot, “Just leaving you a little note, mate” he added with a smirk as he treated Scratch’s defenseless, deserving foot like a sticky note.

Harvey soon diverted from this stomach and locked onto the wide open armpits, diving into the hairy hollows with his devious streak leading the way. Young Kinkle wasn’t one to get satisfaction from another person's discomfort or discontent but in this case, a smile of retribution rarely left his friendly face as he devoured both of the handsome pits. “HHmMHAMGHMHM!!!” flowed from Nicholas with his head bouncing around like Harvey’s had only minutes earlier but his eyes soon filled with dead once he felt Luke start using a large red feather along the base of his bubble butt and his taint to tease Scratch’s highly sensitive skin. 

The chiseled warlock’s muffled laughter jumped an octave and became much more desperate once Luke let the tip of his feather attack his bum, amping up the sensory overload further than Nick thought possible. It wasn’t a ticklish feeling like he’d experienced before; it was more acute and nefarious somehow than his pits or stomach. The only part he was struggling to endure more was Ambrose’ impromptu artistry on his golden feet but at this point they had trouble telling which area was making him laugh the hardest. “Get rid of the gag…I wanna hear him laugh a bit” Spellman instructed, prompting Harvey to remove Scratch’s expensive socks from his mouth. “AOhOHYYYOOOoUUUmMoOoTThHhEERRFfuUUCCkKkEERRSS BBEETtTeeRRLLEEhEETTMMmeEGGOoAOHOAO!!” he warned as he tried to form words between the intense howls.

Instead of being concerned by the threatening outburst, Ambrose let the diabolical pen continue running across the center of Nick’s lush sole until he suddenly stopped, “I have an idea” he announced after finishing the note. “Harvey, have you ever had your feet worshiped?” Ambrose asked. “Uhh…no. I'm sorry, did you say worship?” Kinkle asked. “First time for everything I guess” Spellman replied. “Nicholas…you really, really want to lick Harvey’s feet and suck on his toes” the older warlock said with a certain intention. “WWhAAHAHATT?! NNOooIIIDDoOOOnNnTTT!!” was the last thing Nick said before the persuasion enchantment gave him no choice and his mind became fixated on worshiping his enemy’s feet. “Go ahead, dude…you’ll like it” Luke encouraged Harvey. “I’m gonna return the favor but not quite as nicely” Ambrose added before taking Nick’s bare foot and letting his tongue flick up and down the center of his appetizing sole. 

“AAHAGGH! NnOoAOHAOHA!! FFUUUCCkKOooOFFAOHAOHASSPPeEELLMMAAAhANNN!! SSTTHoHOHOPPP!!” Scratch erupted as his laughter became high pitched yelps from Ambrose’s licklish attack. “Don’t forget about what you’re really dying to do right now” Luke reminded after Ambrose’ distraction. “HhhAARRVVEEeyYY!! PPPLLLlEEeAHASESELllEETTMMMEEE WWOOoRRSSHhIIIpP YYOoUouRRRFfEEEETTT!!” Nick could barely get out. “If that’s what you really want, man” Harvey replied with a curious, mischievous smile, growing more comfortable with the idea as he took off his High Top and tube sock and put his foot next to Nick’s face. “Ohhh….that’s…something hahahahhOohAHA” Harvey said before the giggles hit him as Scratch started sucking his big, then second toe passionately. His lively tongue felt like nothing Harvey had ever encountered as the warlock's mouth embraced each of the salty toes at Ambrose's command while Kinkle started laughing even more at the ticklish attention being given to his boy next door foot.

“I almost forgot how fond you are of snacks” Luke commented with a grin, looking down to see his boyfriend using his tongue to lick up and down the undersides of Nick’s satin toes. Totally out of his element as a foot master, Harvey couldn’t contain his giggles as his witchy nemesis licked up his horribly ticklish arch a few times, “Does it usually ahaahttiiCckkllee thiiisSss AHahaMmUuuchh?” “It can but then again, you’re pretty damn ticklish haha” Luke replied as the spellbound foot slave covered his tongue with the taste of Harvey Kinkle’s salty sole and Ambrose devoured Mr. Scratch’s succulent foot like some kind of beaver, making Nick’s laughter jump around all over the scale. 

At one point, the trio thought they heard someone else in the lounge and it convinced them to stop for a second, allowing Scratch a chance to talk as he fought the enchanted urge to lick and suck Harvey’s feet long enough to say something. “OK! You got me back…I can’t take anymore…I’m too ticklish!” Nicholas admitted in the first moment of rest he’d had in an hour. “I wonder how long you would’ve kept tickling Harvey and if Luke hadn’t intervened?” Ambrose asked. “I was just…goofing around…really! I learned my lesson!” Nicholas assured as his mouth began to water, craving more of Kinkle’s ticklish feet. 

“I don’t know…I think somebody like you, with your ego and status can’t be changed in just one hour” Spellman added. “We could always use a spell to make him even more ticklish” Luke suggested. “No! That’s just fucking evil!” Nicholas asserted. “Are you guys serious?” Harvey asked. “Haven’t decided yet but you’re welcome to stick around and find out” Luke replied. “I think I’m gonna head home but thanks for…all this haha” Kinkle answered as he put his footwear back on and headed out the lounge, looking back from the door to see the pair of warlocks jump back into tickling Nick silly and to read what Ambrose had written on Scratch’s right sole – ‘IF YOU CAN READ THIS, PLEASE TICKLE ME! I LOVE IT!’ Little did Harvey know that it was magical permanent ink, the kind only an ultra-rare herb could dissolve, the kind of herb only someone with impressive connections could get their hands on, someone like Father Blackwood...