“Dude, this is way more serious than yours” Ross pointed out as he tested his limited mobility. “I didn’t choose how you were tied up but mine wasn’t exactly fun either” Troye answered with an eager grin on his face as he stood next to the bed and watched the 27 year old heartthrob realize how vulnerable he was. With the cameras rolling to capture every bit of the revenge tickling, Troye started the timer without even letting Ross know they were about to kick things off. “Hey! You didn’t say we were going” Ross complained. “Oops” Sivan answered with obvious sarcasm as he knelt down and started unlacing the right shoe.

“Shit…” Lynch grinned with handsome dread as he felt his shoe growing looser. “You’re not worried, are you?” Troye questioned as he started tugging the sneaker off. “Nope…not a bit” Ross answered with a nervous smirk he couldn’t hide as his socked foot was exposed and the reality of his situation became more apparent. “Now, I have seen that your feet are ticklish online but I’m curious how ticklish they actually are” Troye explained. “Did you go looking up videos of me being tickled or something??” “I just did some homework. Blame the internet” Troye answered before dragging a few fingers down the cotton-covered sole and hearing Ross’ breath hitch like he was trying to control his reaction. Another raking made his body stiffen up and his jaws clenched tighter with a grunt of frustration, putting another excited look on Troye’s face as he grabbed the toes to force them back a little before dragging down the socked foot again.

“….AoHAFFUUCK!” fired out of Ross like a reluctant cannonball but the raking didn’t stop at one, instead followed by a second and third until the outbursts couldn’t help but become a steady flow of laughter. “..NoOAHSShIT! AohAOHACCoOmEEOonAOhFFuHUCK! AohANNOAOhAOhAOhAAAOHASSHHIIIITT!!” Ross let out with a forced smile as Troye held his toes and continued clawing down the stocked foot to really rile Lynch up. “I think these socks are thicker than mine were too” Troye pointed out to prove that he knew Ross’ feet must be pretty damn ticklish. “AAFFuUuuCCkKYYoOoUUuAOhAOHA!” “Come on, we’re still mates right?” Troye smiled before digging into the toes a bit while holding his foot in place, burrowing into the socked toes with tight, clawing fingers. “MmoOoTThHEERFFUuUCCkkKEErRAHA! GgeETToOFFmMYyTTOoOoEESSAAAsshHoOoLLLLEE!!” “Ticklish toes – check” Troye announced just to fuck with him some more before backing off that foot and starting to remove the other shoe, giving Ross a moment to breathe and gather himself a bit.

“What happened to the sweet Australian guy I did a music video with?” Ross asked. “Even sweet Australian boys aren’t all sweet” Troye answered as the second shoe came off and the ripe smell of Ross’ socked feet became more apparent with two of them out in the open, like a pleasant tangy scent with a hint of sour. “I think you could give these shoes a wash” Sivan added with a laugh. “Nobody asked to you smell them. That’s on you” Ross laughed. “You see for yourself” Troye answered as he moved around with one of the sneakers in hand to shove in Ross’ face. “Ew, no! Fuck off with that! Ugh!” Ross argued but couldn’t keep Sivan from planting the opening of the shoe across his face, forcing him to breathe in his own smelly feet. “Rank, right?” “Yeah, they’re dirty old shoes! Ok, I get it!” Lynch agreed to spare himself anymore inhalation and Troye pulled the shoe away before tossing it on the floor.

The barefoot singer sat down on the floor in front of the stocks and Ross became alert again, waiting for the next attack but nothing happened, not right away like he thought it would. “Did you fall asleep down there??” “Oh, so you want me to tickle you? Alright” Troye questioned once he’d made Ross ask for it, launching onto both socked feet at the same time with spirited scribbling. “AhAOHANNOO!! IIiiDDoOOONNnTTAOhOHAA!!” Ross had no choice but to erupt with charismatic, uncontrollable laughter. “You’re the one who reminded me to tickle your feet” Troye pointed out with an excellent double attack, scratching and clawing away at the captive size 9s while Ross proved why he was just as great of a ticklee as he was a tickler.

“OkkoOohOHOKK!! AohAHoAOhACCOOMmMEEoONNNMmAAHHANN!!” Ross shouted through his boyish, frustrated laughter as Troye refused to leave his feet and the stocks proved far more limiting than he’d imagined when he’d been locked into them. “You didn’t stop when I wanted you to” “IIiGGAAHAAVVeEEAHAYYoOUUbBbRREeAAAKkeeSS!!” “Those were like, two second breaks. They hardly counted” Sivan challenged before sinking into the cotton toes and ramping up Ross’ already hilarious reaction. “AAHAHAHAFFuUHuCCKK!” Lynch roared as he shook on the bed and tested the cuffs keeping him from doing anything about his situation, still struggling to wrap his head around being so helpless and unable to fight back.

“Alright, I’ll give you a break but you have to beg me to take your socks off” Troye laid out with a grin like he knew it was a dick of a power move. “NnOoOAHohAWWaAhhAAYY! FFuUuCCkKYYUOUoUuUDUuUDEE!!” Ross refused with a tone of humored dismissal but Troye surprised him again by bringing out the big guns sooner than later, grabbing two stiff-bristled hair brushes and returning to Lynch’s feet with a fury. “AAAAHAHAHWWHHAATThhHEEFFuUUUCKK?!? AohAOHANNOAOAOAOHA!! SSTToHOHOPP!! STTTOHoHOAOHAOPAAHHAHSSHhIIiTT!!” Ross exploded with panic on his baby face as he looked down to try and see what hell was being unleashed on his feet but couldn’t see anything, only able to feel the horrible plastic teeth brushing across his soles over and over. “Come on, beg me to take your socks off” Sivan pressed with a firm grip on both brushes as he scrubbed at an angle to get his arches and balls at the same time. “AAAAHAHAHAHTTTRRoOOoYyYEE!!” “ROhOSs!” Sivan mocked to turn Ross’ teasing on him from earlier without ever slowing his attack on the pair of cheesy feet.

“Beg me to take your socks off and I’ll stop brushing” Troye reminded with a cruel pleasure in his voice as he too fed off the tickler’s high that’d seduced Ross earlier that day, steady brushing away with harsh strokes while Ross raged with embarrassingly wild laughter. “AAHAOHOkOOKAOHA!!” “Ok, what?” “AHOAHAOHTTAAAAkKkEEMMYySSOHoOCCkkKSSOOOFF!” “Please take my socks off, Troye” “PPPLLLLEEeAAsSSEETTAAkKEE MmyYSSOoHooCCCkkSSoOoFFTTTRrOOYyyEE!!” Ross finally gave in through his desperate laughter, convincing the hair brushes to leave him alone. “I was going to anyway but since you asked so nicely” Troye teased before grabbing the toes of both socks and pulling on them, making the material at the top lose more and more of their grip until both socks slipped off. “You are…such a dick” Ross laughed like he didn’t think Troye had it in him. “Just returning the favor” Troye smiled as he stood up and moved around to sit on the bed next to him.

“Oh, fuck, now what?” Ross questioned with an eye roll. “As much as those stocks I was in sucked, you were right; this position is a lot worse. You’re so open and exposed like this” Troye pointed out, making Lynch cringe a bit at how true that was. “You don’t have to remind me” “You’re right; I can just show you” Troye answered before sinking into his defined abs with both hands, instantly sparking a fresh uproar from the blonde bombshell. “AAhAGGhAAhANNOoOHAOHA!! SShHIiiTT! SSTTohOHOHPP!” Lynch argued as he yanked at his straps but nothing helped him as Sivan’s nimble fingers dug into his tight stomach like they were on a mission.

“I don’t think I’d be showing off my stomach on stage so much if it was this ticklish” Troye teased with pokes and prods galore, making Ross flounder in place with a giant smile on his face. “SSOooDdOOoYYOOuUAHAH!!” “Yeah but my belly didn’t get tickled today; yours is” Sivan pointed out to rub it in as he worked over the collection of muscles that’d gotten several corners of the internet seriously horny. Ross indeed had a major sex appeal to him, a charm and confidence that matched his aesthetic, and he was just as appealing laughing his ass off under Troye’s vengeful fingers.

“AAhAHALLRRiiGGHTTAHAH!! CcoOOMmEEoOONNAOHA!!” Lynch argued as sweat began to make his naked upper body glisten from twisting and jerking around. “Yeah, I guess there are plenty more spots to tickle” Troye answered as if that’d been what Ross wanted and started daggering into his ribs on both sides. “AAhAHAHANnOO!! aOhAOHAFFuUuHuCCkKOOhOAFFF!!” Lynch protested through his pearly smile as the same skinny fingers dominated his ribs with the same unchallenged control Ross had enjoyed hours before, able to wiggle between each of his ribs however he wanted without any chance of interference. “What happened to the whole ‘I’ve got big brothers’ thing? I thought you could take it” Troye challenged. “AAHOAiIiCCAAHAnNNN!” “I doesn’t sound like it” Sivan laughed, stoking Ross’ ticklish frustration as he continued up and down the tender ribs like it was some game to see how long it would take to make Ross really lose his shit.

“Where was it you were so eager to get at earlier…my armpits, wasn’t it?” Troye soon questioned. “AHAohAnNOoo! NOoAOaOHIiITTwWWAAAasSSnNnTT!!” “I think it was…but mine were a lot more closed-off than yours are. Yours are wiiiide open” Sivan taunted as his fingers started walking up his sides from his ribs, letting Ross breathe but bringing the threat of the next attack closer with each inch further north. “Troye, seriously! I don’t even know if I tickled your armpits!” Ross tried to convince as he attempted to squirm upwards and pull his arms down. “I don’t think I’d forget that…plus yours are shaved like mine are for this. They must be so smooth right now” Troye explained as he even switched positions to straddle Ross’ stomach as his fingers narrowed on the exposed pits, making an antsy Ross fight even harder until the anticipation was a full-blown assault.

“TTTRROoOOHoYYEEAOAOHAOHAAA!!” Lynch roared like an angry volcano and Troye’s face lit up with sinister excitement at the electric reaction. “Yep, baby smooth” Sivan teased while digging and fluttering around in both naked pits, making Ross’ mouth open even wider to let out the heavy laughter. “GgGEETTToOOooFFFAOhAOHA!! SSTToHoHOPPP!! AOhAOHASSTTOhoHhOOHoAPPP!!” Lynch borderline screamed as he bucked around trying to force Troye off him and out of his delicious pits but the straps on his thighs did their job and kept him much less of a threat. “Your pits are worse than mine I think” Troye pointed out just to piss Ross off more as he made himself at home in both underarms.

“Oh, what was that other thing in the video…I think they called it ‘lickling’?” Troye recalled and inspired fresh panic in his bound friend. “NO! FFuUHuCCKKTThhAAHAT!” “I don’t really think there’s anything you can do to stop me right now” Sivan pointed out rather matter-of-factly before getting off of him and sitting on his own legs so he was facing the right armpit, earning a worried look from Ross as he tried again to yank his arm down for protection. “Troye, don’t fucking lick me, dude! Come on! That’s gross!” “You licked me a couple times” Sivan countered as he grabbed the right arm to force it back so his armpit was even more exposed and leaned closer while Ross looked on in horror.

“No! NO! Troye, come on!! DoNoAOhAOhAOHAAA!!” Lynch shrieked into the air with extreme laughter as Sivan’s tongue started lapping up the savory pit with serious enthusiasm while holding his arm back for even more room. Ross shook on the bed like he was about to fly off it and tried to jerk in the other direction but couldn’t help himself out as Troye flicked his tongue around and licked all over, proving the ‘lickling’ technique could be quite diabolical. “TTRRoOOOyYyEEAOHAOHA!!! NNoOMmMMOoORREAAOHA!!” “No more what?” “LLIIiCCkkKiIInNnGGAHAH!!” Ross pleaded through his distressed laughter but Troye wasn’t convinced, instead making things worse by using his free hand to star tickling his nipples at the same time, adding fuel to the fire with a few wiggles of his fingers.

“OOkOOKK!! AAohohAoEEnNNOoOuUuGGH!! AOHAOHASSTThHOHOOOHOPP!!!” Lynch shouted and protested through his powerhouse laughter, he, and Troye both evidence of how strong a singer’s laughter could be. As much as Troye seemed to be enjoying the lickling and nipple play, he soon sat up to let his buddy relax for a moment, looking down to see him shiny with sweat, his face red, his chest rising and falling to catch his breath, and his nipples nice and alert. “Damn, that worked better than I thought it would” Sivan admitted. “We’re not doing that again…Jesus Christ” Ross answered. “You don’t really have a choice right now, do you?” Troye pointed out, reminding Lynch of the current dynamic. “Well, I hope my armpits taste like shit” “Not too bad actually but I can always check the other one out later. Right now, I want to go back down here” Sivan explained as he pulled up a chair in front of Ross’ bare feet.

“Shit, man! Just go easy – I have to pee!” Lynch admitted. “Why would that make me go easy on you?” Sivan laughed as he picked up a couple new tools. Ross’ sun-kissed toes crunched and flexed a bit with anticipation in the stocks, more worried than before now that he knew Troye was willing to go all out. “I wanna test out some of these tools but I haven’t even used my fingers without the socks on yet” Sivan pointed out before reaching out and starting at the heels with a spidering technique, quickly getting a reaction from the bound blonde. “OooohAohAohOHfFuuCckKkhoohAohA YyyEEAaAhhAEEAaAASSyY” Ross encouraged through a stream of giggles while his feet wiggled under Troye’s touch.

“Did you take it easy on me?” Troye asked. “OhAohYyyEEeehEssS!” “Such a liar” Sivan laughed before speeding up his technique as he moved up the rosy soles. “AAhA! AHoHaNnoAOH! SSLLOOOoWWEeRR!” “Yeah right” Troye dismissed while moving across both smooth feet, never letting Ross get lower than a heavy giggle. The spidering soon escalated to nails scratching along the low arches and immediately leveled things up, “AhAHSShHIIT! FFuUCCkKOOoFFAOHA! SSTToOHOHPP! STTohOHPpPIIITT!” “Even if I wasn’t getting paid to do this, how could you expect me to not tickle feet like these all locked up with nowhere to go?” Troye taunted while Ross tried and failed to kick free of the stocks, forced to endure the focused scribbles along the middles of his sexy feet until one of the tools proved too inviting to not try.

Lynch relaxed into the luxurious bed with his body finally able to calm down from Troye’s pesky fingers but the relief was short-lived. “I don’t think I saw these in the video but I’m curious to see how they do” Sivan explained as he held one of them in his hands. “We really don’t need any tools…really” “Oh, I think we do” Troye disagreed as he gripped the plastic combs and started sawing across the balls of both feet. “AAhAHAHAAFFUUUCK! AHoHANNOoOAHAOH!! WWHhAATTThHEEFFUuUUHCCKkAHAIIISSTTTHhAHAAHATT?!” “It’s kind of more fun if you don’t know” Sivan explained as he ran them from side to side, letting the tiny teeth do their worst to drive Ross crazy. “FFUUuCCkKIiiNNNGAHAHSSSTTHOohOHoPP!! SSTThOhoPPP!!! AohAOhAATTRRoOyYyeEECCOOMmMEEoOoHOHNNN!!” Lynch raged as he floundered on the bed in the straps but the orange combs on his feet never lost interest in him, even sawing at different angles as Troye made the most of the household torture items.

“Ok, I’ll stop. I’ll be nice” Troye soon announced as he put the combs down and Ross looked like he’d endured a tornado. “Fuck those things! Those are fucking awful!” Lynch admitted with complete hatred for whatever it was that’d been tickling him. “You mean a couple of plastic combs got you that bad?” Troye questioned as he held them up just to rub it in. “Seriously? Fucking combs??” “I think your feet might be more ticklish than mine too” “Yeah, right…I’m not that bad” Ross dismissed with a hint of macho toughness that Troye didn’t expect but made him eager to prove wrong. “We’ve still got 30 minutes; that’s more than enough time to test that theory. How’s that bladder holding up?” “I’m gonna pee on you if you don’t watch out” Ross added, making Troye laugh as he started messing with Lynch’s feet again.

“Hey! What are you doing now?” “Well, your feet are a little too wiggly for my taste so we’re gonna use these handy toe ties” Sivan explained as he slipped a few of the left toes in the built-in ties. “No way! Fuck that! That’s not fair!” Ross laughingly argued as he tried to fight Troye and make it harder to tie them all back. “I’m tying your toes up; fight me if you want to but I’ll just make it worse on you later” Sivan warned with a laugh like he knew he had the full advantage, the threat enough to convince Ross to surrender his bubbly toes so they could be restrained.  

“Wiggle your feet for me” Troye instructed. “I can’t” “Perfect” Sivan answered, getting an eye roll of realized dread from Ross as he waited for whatever he had planned. His feet in the stocks was bad enough but the feeling of individual ties around each of his toes was uniquely unnerving. “We’re also gonna lube you up a bit” Troye announced after pumping some lotion in his hand and starting to lather it on the right foot. “What for? Oh, shit, no! You don’t need to do that! Come on, that’s bullshit!” Ross asked before remembering the same demonstration from the video The Hollywood Tickler had sent them, the one where applying lotion or oil made feet slicker and often more ticklish. “Get in between the toes too…oh yeah, nice and hydrated” Troye said aloud as he made sure to get everywhere he could until Ross’ soles were nice and glazed.

“Alright, back to the combs” Sivan announced. “NO! Not the combs! Fuck that! Troye, come on! TroyAhAOhAOhAOHAAHAohAOHAAAAHAA!!!” Ross screamed with laughter before being consumed by full-body laughter, the kind that came from his belly but seemed to steal all the energy form the rest him. “Holy shit” Troye laughed with a surprised smile as he used two separate tools this time instead of just the combs like he’d said, opting for a hair brush in one hand and the comb in the other to saw across the middle of both immobile feet. “AHAHAHANNOO!! AOHAHOHSSTTOHOHHOPP!! AOHAOHAPPLLLLLEEEAAAASSEEE!!” Ross begged with genuine desperation to save his poor feet as the plastic teeth and collection of plastic bristles brushed back and forth over and over.

Troye grinned with uncharacteristic, sadistic pleasure as he tickled Ross’ gorgeous feet as brutally as he could. “I kind of want to see you pee yourself” Troye admitted. “AHOAHANnOooAOHAOH!! CCOOmMEEOOONNAHAH!” “I think that would be a good way to know that I beat you” “FFuUuCCkKTTHhAAhHAATT!! JjuUUSSTTSSTtoHOHOPP!!” Ross tried his best to convince as he shook on the bed and his hair stuck to his face with sweat and his cheeks grew sore from smiling so hard. “I’ll stop when the timer goes off” Sivan reminded without an ounce more mercy than Ross showed him before leaning closer and wiggling his tongue between Ross’ toes, shocking Lynch and striking a whole new match of insanity.

“AAAAAAHAHAH!! NNOoNOO!! AOhAOHAOHFFuUuCCCKK!! AOHAOHASSTTOHOHOHOPP!!” Ross screamed again and lunged forward like he could suddenly break his way out. “Mhmm” Troye teased with exaggerated moans like he was enjoying a tasty snack as his tongue moved down the line of salty toes, all while scrubbing the balls and arches non-stop. “NNOoOOOAOHAOHAAA!! AOhAOHATTTRRROoOOOYYYYEEAHAHAHA!! PPPLLLEEAASSEEAAAHAHA!!!” Ross howled with unhinged laughter and sharp outbursts trying to stop his friend from tickling his feet and lickling his toes, on the verge of tears as his bladder struggled to hold on.

“Oh, look, more toes over here” Troye teased before moving onto the opposite row of luscious toes and repeating the same invasive tongue technique while the brush and comb continued proving to be absolute hell. “AAAHAHAHHAAHAHATTRRROOOyYEEAHAOHAOHASSTToHoHOHOOOP!!! SSTTHhHOOPP!! AOHHAOAIIMMMGGONOnNAAAAPPPPEEEE!!!” Ross shouted with humiliating honesty but Troye didn’t back down or slow up, never letting his tongue stop snaking between and long the undersides or Ross’ tasty toes or wrecking the divine soles with his toys, not until he looked up to see a giant wet spot on the green shorts, convincing him to stop.

“Oh, shit haha…I didn’t know you actually had to pee that bad” Sivan admitted with a surprised laugh. “Yeah, well…it was probably those beers I had at lunch…shit, man…I guess you fucking got me” Ross admitted with defeat, exhausted from fighting the straps and enduring the unreal tickling his feet had been subjected to. “And we still have ten minutes left” Troye pointed out. “Seriously?! How is there time left? That felt like hours” Ross admitted. “Well, since we have a little more to go, I did want to see how good these feathers actually are” Troye explained as he walked over and grabbed a couple of them. “Troye, come on, I just pissed my pants!” “It’s not my fault you couldn’t hold it” “Yes, it is! You were fucking tickling my feet!” “And for the next 10 minutes I’m gonna tickle you with these” Sivan answered as he straddled Ross’ stomach again, this time armed with two large feathers.

“Troye, seriously! You got me back! You won! You fucking won! I peed my damn pants because of you!” Ross tried to deter. “I don’t think you would’ve stopped early if I would’ve peed my pants” “…I…I would have! Really!” “Yeah right” Troye dismissed before letting the feathers start dancing across his chest, neck, arms, armpits, and even his face with no method to his victory lap tickle attack. “AAhAOhAoHANNoAOHNOO! AohAOSShHiIiTTFFuUuCCkKooOFF! AOhAOHCCoOmMmEEoONN! NNoOTThHEENnOhOoSSEE!! GgeETToOoFFmMYYNNiIpPPLLLEESSAHAHA!! SSTtOhOHOHOHPP!!” Ross raged with varying degrees of ticklish frustration for the duration of the last ten minutes of his turn while Troye milked every second of his much-deserved revenge.