By 2025 The Hollywood Tickler had been active for just over 30 years. Whether he’d just admired from afar or had actually tickled them, he’d had his eye on the famous men that’d risen to a celebrity status from Mario Lopez to Benson Boone. Part of that was just an appreciation for pop culture but the other part of that interest was following his tickler appetite, like enjoying every season’s newest fashions and what they would bring. Having famous tickle fantasies that spanned for so long meant quite the roster of men he still wanted to tickle that he hadn’t managed to, men that had since won Oscars or become music royalty, but he always had a soft spot for the newest heartthrobs on the scene. Such young men of the past like Zac Efron and Chad Michael Murray were some of the most fun to see tickled and he hoped that would be the case with his newest pick as well. 

The latest man to find himself in The Hollywood Tickler’s home studio was Asher Angel, the 22 year old movie and TV star who was also venturing into music as so many do. He was an example of the new generation’s teen magazine crushes, like Jesse McCartney or Drake Bell before him, with natural good looks and a certain confident charisma that helped separate him from any random cute guy on the street. Despite his unusual situation, he looked almost happy to be there, albeit with some expected anxiety in his smile, but as he sat secured to the strange chair, the cameras filming the whole experience captured the timeless look on his face of a man who’d never given tickling much thought before now in the most helpless position of his life about to find out what a real tickling experience actually was. 

“Uh, excuse me, did somebody order a pizza?” a voice questioned as the door opened and a head poked through, pulling Asher’s attention sideways to see who’d joined him. “Dude! What are you doing here??” Angel laughed as Milo Manheim walked in with his thin-frame glasses and an eager smile. “What’s up, buddy? I heard you just got a lot richer” Milo greeted with a playful energy about him as he made his way closer. “Yeah, you could say that…I wouldn’t be doing this if I hadn’t. Are you getting tickled too?” “Me? No way; I’m doing the tickling” Milo answered with teasing wiggly fingers in the air. “You?! I thought it would be ya know, The Hollywood Tickler guy” “I think he’s basically retired from the actual tickling…you must’ve missed that part of the deal” the 24 year old actor laughed as Asher wrapped his head around the change, somewhat relieved it was someone he halfway knew and not a total stranger. 

“Pretty gnarly chair you’ve got yourself in, man” Milo added as he surveyed the green chair. “Yeah, it’s comfortable but I’m like, totally strapped in” Asher answered from the angled position, with his arms cuffed straight above his head and his legs up in the air diagonally, the whole chair built to leave the person in a sort of tilted V. His feet sat cuffed in place just at the edge of the leg part and his butt sat firmly in the dip of a seat, with another strap across his waist.

“I’m surprised you agreed to this. I don’t know if I would have. The money’s incredible and all but I don’t think I could handle being tickled in a chair like this” Milo added. “I mean, I know I’m at least a bit ticklish…nowadays it’s mostly just girls that try to tickle me and I can usually defend myself pretty well there” Asher laughed. “Well, not today, buddy boy…you can’t do shit” Milo announced with obvious excitement over the unique job he’d been paid to do. “Shit, man haha, you’re right…just don’t make it suck too bad” Asher tried to convince as he cringed a bit in the chair with neutralized fists in the cuffs. “You don’t have to pee or anything before we get started, do you?” Milo asked as he squatted by the chair. “Uh, I don-“ “Too bad!” Milo cut off by plunging into both of Asher’s armpits unannounced. 

“OoAohAOhoSShHiiIT!! OhOHoHMMyyGGoODDADAohA!!” came bubbling out of Asher with a giant smile of surprise as he immediately started squirming around in the chair and pulling on his arms to come down and save him. Milo’s fingers were nimble and focused, already proving a problem for Angel as they wiggled around in his naked pits, without even a shirt to at least halfway protect them. “Oh, man! Haha this is gonna be great” Milo announced like he was realizing in real time how much fun being a tickler was as he continued terrorizing the exposed pits. “AAhOOhOhOKK! AOhAbBbRREAaahAKK!” “Break? Dude, come on…we just got started” Manheim dismissed with all 10 fingers filling up Asher’s underarms with steady stimulation, way more than the younger actor could’ve anticipated. 

“MMIhiHLLOHOhAohA!! CCohOMmEEoOhONN!” Angel couldn’t help but protest, unsure what to do with himself like any first time ticklee. The bizarre, unnatural inability to pull away or even fight back made the hired hands dominating his pits that much worse and it showed all over his handsome face as Milo refused to let his pearly smile relax. “So…we’re doing this for what? The next six hours, right?” Manheim questioned. “SSIIXXHhOOuURRSS?! HAoNOOOWWAhAAhYY!!” Asher refuted with a priceless look of shock, the exact one Milo was after. “I don’t really know what you can do to stop me, man…you’re pretty helpless right now” Manheim happily pointed out to fuck with him some more as the armpit attack continued to provide endless laughter, filling the room with Asher’s adorably frustrated giggles and outbursts. 

“Hey, what’s that up there?” Milo soon questioned with a point toward the ceiling, making Asher look up long enough for him to sneak attack his neck. “AAhGGhAOhNNoAoh!!” Angel went right back to defense mode as his chin tried to counteract the dancing fingers. “I can’t believe you fell for that! You left your neck wide open for me” Milo laughed as he tormented Asher just like he was supposed to, recalling that Asher himself had casually admitted his neck was ticklish, among other areas, in a fan video years earlier. Unfortunately for him, The Hollywood Tickler always tried to provide any kind of relevant background info for his designated ticklers and that video was definitely part of Milo’s intel. 

“aAGGhoAhSSTTOhOHOP!” shot out of Asher like he didn’t know what else to say and Milo actually did, pulling away from the now pink neck and standing up to make his way to the end of the chair until he was facing the soles of Asher’s sneakers. “Shit, dude…this chair sucks!” Angel admitted as he caught his breath. “What? Your furniture at home doesn’t have cuffs attached?” Milo teased as he started unlacing both shoes at the same time, making Asher tense up with anticipation. Manheim could see his toes practically curling in the shoes before he started tugging them off, making Asher more unsettled as they slipped off his captive feet and his white crew socks began to air out. 

“Damn, I didn’t realize you had flat feet” Milo laughed. “Yeah and they don’t like being tickled” Asher answered like he halfway thought he could persuade Milo to ignore them. “You mean these feet don’t like being tickled? These right here?” Manheim teased as he began casually gliding his fingertips up and down both socked soles, making them jerk and try to get away from him. “AhAaHYYEesS! TThHOoSEeFfeeEHEET!” “Well, I hate to tell you but they’re getting tickled whether they like it or not” Milo assured as the gliding began to speed up, making Asher squirm a little more and kick in the ankle cuffs but they were anchored into the chair to keep his feet in place, allowing Milo to get to know them without having to chase his targets. 

Manheim’s direct attack was nothing short of wonderfully effective as his long fingers clawed away at the socked soles while Asher floundered in the chair like his body refused to accept there was no escape despite how stuck he was. Milo’s tickling was so effortlessly casual too, not even having to move his arms as his wrists rested on the edge of the padded leg extension and his fingers did all the work spidering all over the sensitive feet that’d been paid to be so helpless. “Oh, man…it looks like you’re getting a little warm down there…let me help you out” Milo suggested out of nowhere as the flurry of constant tickling suddenly stopped and he reached down a little until he had a secure grip on the elastic ends of both socks. 

“No! Dude, come on! I’m really not that hot – I swear! Leave the fucking socks on!” Asher tried to convince as the material slipping off his feet told him to fight for the last line of protection, fearing how worse it would be with no layer between them and his hired tickler. “There’s gotta be a time limit on keeping socks on in this place, right? Plus, everybody’s more ticklish without socks…that’s just a known fact” Milo grinned as he peeled the dirty socks off with one long pull until Asher’s pretty pink toes and devastatingly supple soles were fully exposed. His toes immediately started scrunching and his legs tested the cuffs some more like the lack of footwear shook his usual confidence but Milo didn’t give him much time to stress it, quickly pouncing back onto both feet with eager enthusiasm. 

“AAGGhAOhOAHAnNOoAOhAOhA!! FFuUcCkKohAOOhMMYyGGOoODDAOhA!! NNoOAOHAohA!! SSTTohOHOPP!!” came gushing out of Angel with wide-eyed shock as Milo scurried across his naked soles and watched him go crazier in the chair, instantly choosing fight and flight at the same time but the chair contained his natural reactions like a controlled explosion, forcing him to sit there and take the short nails scratching up and down his silky-smooth soles. “Hell yeah! Now we’re talking!” Milo exclaimed with obvious excitement as he started focusing on the middles of both feet where the lack of arches let his fingers move with freer destruction, with each back and forth running into each other for an endless stream of tickle terror the likes of which Asher hadn’t thought possible before today. 

“You’ve gotta start walking around barefoot more…no wonder your feet are so ticklish; they’re soft as hell” Milo teased as he continued tormenting them, making Asher howl in front of him with less effort than it took to brush his teeth. “AhoASSHHuHUuTTUUpPAhAHA!! JJJuUhuSSTtSSTToHoHOPP!!” “Stop what?” “AhoAHTTiICCkKLLLLiiNnGGMmYYFFEEEHeET!!” Asher specified like he hated having to play Milo’s game. “Alright, not the feet then. Gotcha” Manheim answered before jumping to the slender toes, catching Angel off guard and ruining his momentary sense of relief. “NNoAoAOHA!! YYoOuUOUDDiIICCkKkAohAohA!!” Asher dissolved into another uproar of youthful agony as Milo played with his toes, fluttering along the undersides and tops while wiggling between them every few seconds like there could’ve been some treasure hiding between two of them. 

“AhoohoBbRRoOAOHACCoOMMEEOOOhOHNN!! GGgEETToOOHFFmMYyTToOoOEeSS!!” Asher shouted like it felt strange to even say aloud but Milo didn’t back off, steadily treating the plush toes like they were his to do with what he wanted. “What are you gonna give me if I stop tickling your toes?” “AohAohAIIiDDOOonNTTKKnNoHOWW! JJUuSSTSSTToHHOP!” “Nah, man, you’ve gotta give me something…this is too much fun!” Manheim assured with a smile of genuine devious enjoyment as he fondled all 10 toes as he wished. “AaoOHAWWhhAhAHTT DDooOYYoOUUuWWAhAANnNT??” “I’ll stop if you worship my feet” Milo laid out rather matter of factly and got a stunned look from Asher, breaking through his ticklish distress with a sudden disbelief. 

“WhhaAhATT?! NnOOAoAHWWAhHAAYYY!” Asher refused, like most 22 year old straight guys would. “Then I guess I’ll just keep tickling” Milo answered before moving back down to the soles, this time landing at the balls with harsh drags of his nails absolutely wrecking the lushest part of both feet. “AAAhAHGGAHAHSSHHIIITT!!” The new technique hit Asher like a surprise train, instantly intensifying his laughter and making his thrashing in the chair more violent. “So soft and sooo ticklish” Milo taunted with steady rakes across both sets of bubblegum pink balls while Asher bucked around against the strap on his waist and his head bobbed around with the kind of laughter he didn’t know how to handle. 

“AohAHOOoKOHOoOKK!! AOhAHOASSSTTOhHOOPP!!” “Yeah?” “AAOhAYYYEESS!! aohAOhAIIlLDDoOoOIiIITT!!” Asher agreed like Milo knew he eventually would, convincing Manheim to take his foot off the gas and give it to Asher for some earned attention. Angel caught his breath and sat with welcome relief but Milo was already tugging off his shoe, getting an eye roll from Asher as he got rid of his sock next, tucking the ankle sock in his sneaker before planting his bare foot next to Asher’s head on the chair. “You can start by kissing it” Manheim instructed and Asher swore under his breath before bending his neck to plant a kiss on top of his lean foot. “Keep going” Milo added with a smug grin, convincing Asher to make his lips pucker up and kiss the foot top at least five more times. “There. You happy now?” “You think that was it?? Why don’t you stick your tongue out and clean the bottom for me?” Milo directed with a cocky laugh as he brought his foot up and Asher grimaced with reluctance. “You better start licking or I’m gonna get back to your feet instead” “Alright! Alright…shit” Angel gulped before forcing himself to deliver a single lick across the very middle. 

“You can just keep going until I tell you to stop” Milo added, earning another grumble from Asher before he stuck his tongue out again and started giving the fresh sole quick flicks of his tongue, starting at the heel and moving upward. “You’re gonna have to do better than that or I’m tickling those toes of yours for the next 30 minutes solid” Milo warned, convincing Asher to step up his game and really serve his tickler’s demanding foot. Angel’s desire to keep Milo from his feet was evident in his next lick as he started at the edge of the balls and glazed across them like the sole was a donut before mimicking the winding, devoted technique down the rest of the foot until Milo’s jaw had fallen open with pleasant surprise. 

“Damn, dude…you’re better at that than I thought you’d be” Milo laughed. “Am I done now??” “Nope” Manheim answered as he leaned against the leg extension of the table and held his toes out for Asher to worship. The Shazam star looked like he was about to take a bite of a food he hated as he opened his mouth and started on the smallest of Milo’s skinny toes, slurping on the salty pinky with a first timer’s skill but it was enough to tickle Manheim a little and permit him to move onto the other toes. “I want it to feel like you’re trying to suck a thick milkshake through a straw but make it sloppy too” Milo added with another smirk as Asher let out a frustrated exhale and started on the next few toes at one time, slipping them in his mouth and slobbering on them with put-on affection and using his tongue and lips to suck and slurp the savory toes until Milo was gripping the chair and grinning from ear to ear. 

“Hell yeah…that’s way better!” Milo admitted just before Asher let the middle toes go and went after the biggest one to keep up the momentum, stuffing the whole thing in his mouth like he was suddenly super hungry and devoured the juiciest toe in hopes of convincing Milo to stop tickling him altogether. “Oh shit…that’s incredible” Milo gushed as drool began to drip down his foot and Asher’s tongue started teasing the pad of the big toe between slurps, making Manheim giggle a little until he finally told him he could stop. “Damn, Asher, you’re a natural” Milo teased as he pulled his foot away. “Please tell me you have some gum or a mint or something” “Don’t act like you didn’t like it” Milo grinned. “Are you kidding??” Asher defended as Milo knelt back down beside him. “That was a fun little side quest but my job here is to tickle you so I better get back to that” Milo added as he reached out and started kneading into Asher’s stomach. “ANNoAohAOHA!! NNoOOHAOHAMMOoORREEAhA!!” “Oh, there is definitely more” Manheim laughed as his skinny fingers wiggled into the toned abs and quickly got Asher howling in the chair once again. 

“AhGGhoaohAOhACCOhOOMmEEOOOohAnN!!” Asher raged with a huge, megawatt smile with the strap across his waist keeping him from jumping around to try and dodge Milo’s relentless fingers. This was another spot Asher had foolishly admitted to being ticklish in that same fan video that gave away his neck and feet and Milo confirmed he was right on all three accounts; every poke and prod in Angel’s tight stomach got him going so such a direct tactic really left him no choice but to go a bit nuts. “Too bad there aren’t two of me or you’d really be in trouble” Milo teased. “AhoAIiITTSsaALLRREAADDYYY AhAHATRROOuuUBBLLLEE!!” “Thanks, man” Manheim smiled before breaking into a full-blown poking attack up Asher’s sides.

“AAHAHA!! AohANnOoAohAOHASSHhiIiTT!!” came bubbling out of him in another hilarious explosion and surprise on his baby face as Milo daggered up and down from his waist to his pits. Asher jerked from side to side in the chair like he could get away but Milo even moved around to kneel behind him to really keep him guessing. “AhAOhASSTToHHOAAOOPP! AHoOHAohAaSSHhOOOLLEAohAOHA!!” Asher tried to convince while his laughter proved too strong to even try to control; the onslaught of prodding fingers were too powerful to fight or ignore for even a second. 

“Does it tickle more when I’m going down or up?” Milo asked. “AHOAOAHIIIDDoOoNNTTKKNnOooOWW!” “Well, if it doesn’t matter then I guess I’ll just go whatever direction I want” Manheim announced before disrupting his steady pattern for random blows all over both sides and ribs like mini bombs dropping across Asher’s stretched-out body. “AAhAHAAohAFFuUCCkKAoHAOHA!! AoHAOHACCoOhOoHEEmMoOONN!! AOhAOhAUUNnCCLLLEE!!” Asher tried to tap out as he squirmed in the chair and sweat began to glisten across his tan skin. “I don’t think ‘uncle’ is an accepted safeword here…hell, I don’t think any word is” Milo laughed as he continued being Asher’s worst nightmare from behind the chair, even wiggling into his neck or chomping into his waist at random just to make him yelp or squeal one good time. 

The marathon of tickling finally ended just as abruptly as it’d started, leaving Asher a sweaty, disoriented mess. “Holy shit, man…how are you so good at that??” “Can’t tell you all that” Milo answered with a finger over his lips like it was a secret. Angel was of course unaware that every celebrity tickler was provided with the instructional/tip video that’d become a standard practice before every session. “But I could use a little break…and my other foot is getting pretty jealous that you worshiped my other one so well” Milo explained as he reached town to get rid of his other shoe and sock, telling Asher exactly what was coming. “Seriously?? Bro, come on! I already licked your other foot and even sucked your toes!” “Yeah, and now you’re gonna do the other one” Manheim confidently answered with a playful wiggle of his freshly bared foot in front of his face. 

Asher’s expression was full of attitude and didn’t hide his resistance to Milo’s orders but he knew how powerless he was in that position, convincing him to obey if it meant avoiding being tickled for a bit. Angel started to open his mouth but the foot pulled away, “Kiss it first” Milo instructed in what was nothing but a power move to further mess with Asher, convincing him after another eye roll to kiss the top a few times until he landed one last peck on the tattoo along the side. “Now, you can get to worshiping…I can tell how excited you are” Milo teased as Asher mustered up the motivation to start licking along the low arch, slinking his reluctant tongue across the subtle wrinkles until the baked-in flavor began tainting his mouth. 

“That’s my good little foot boy” Milo teased, making Asher fully retreat out of spite. “Fuck this, man” Angel refused. “Fine. Cool with me” Manheim answered rather unaffected as his foot planted beside Asher’s head and he turned his attention to the naked size 9s sitting beside him. “Wait! No! NOOAOhAOhAOhAOHAAohSSHHIIiITT!! AOHAASSTTohOOOPP!!” Asher erupted with electric laughter as Milo scribbled all over both captive feet. “You brought this on yourself, man” Milo pointed out with a perfect position to really get at the wonderfully sensitive feet. “AAAhAOhAOhANNOAOoAOH!! AhANNOOmMOOORREEAohAA!!” Asher roared through his wide smile but Manheim seemed to be fueled by the lively reaction. 

His large hands had pure tickle dominance over the writhing feet and gave Asher no room to avoid even a single stroke of the vicious fingers, refusing to let him relax or forget he was supremely screwed stuck in the bondage chair. “HaohAoHAAMMIILLOoAohAPLLLEEAASEE!! AohAOHASSSTTohHOOhPPMmAHANN!” “Worship my foot then” Milo answered as he planted it across Asher’s face this time before stopping. “I’m waiting…” Manheim announced as Asher came down from the rush and stuck out his tongue to bathe the plump sole like he’d been told. His tongue flattened and his enthusiasm was faked as he snaked up the side of the foot and back down again before wrapping his mouth around the heel like a snake with its prey, impressing Milo again as he felt the tongue wiggle across his peach heel and the lips massage the rim with every pucker and release. 

Manheim watched him do his best to appease the task he’d been given, knowing that Asher was hating every moment but as it turned out, having his feet tickled was worse than licking and sucking on another guy’s feet. “Don’t forget the rest of it” Milo soon pointed out as he slipped the heel from his mouth and guided his foot along Asher’s tongue until a wet line stretched up the middle. Angel then started slurping on the side of Milo’s foot with a convincing thirst, making his way down the meatiest part of the whole thing before dragging his tongue across the undersides of the smooth toes, basting the whole row in his manipulated affection while Milo grinned with satisfaction. “You’re mighty good at that for somebody who doesn’t like being called a foot boy” Manheim laughed as he pulled his foot away, now cleaner than it was fresh out of his sneaker. 

“Yeah, whatever” Asher brushed off like he didn’t want that kind of compliment and watched as Milo swung his leg over so he was standing above both stretched-out legs and facing the feet. “Hey! I did what you wanted! I worshiped your stinky ass foot!” Asher argued. “Oh, my feet are stinky now?” Milo laughed as he retrieved two guitar picks from his pockets. “Are those…picks??” “Yeah, I know how you like to play guitar so I thought I might use them on you today” Manheim answered, earning another stunned and confused look from Asher as Milo took a pick in each hand and demonstrated for Angel what he meant. 

“WooWOhAoh! AaOAoHAOHOhoWWhhATThHEEHHHEELLaoHAO!! CChHIILLOOoUUUT!!” Asher argued against the new style of tickling as Milo strummed the points of the thin picks back and forth across the base of both sets of toes. Manheim didn’t even respond, instead silently humored by the rousing reaction as he began speeding up his strokes, moving increasingly faster along the incredibly smooth tops of the balls and dialing up Asher’s laughter just the same. “ahAOhOOK! OhAoAHAAALLRRiIGGhHTT!! AOHAIIGGEEETtiIiTT!!” Angel tried to point out as his warm laughter escalated and demanded more and more of his air while his toes wiggled and flared with mounting panic. 

“AOhACCohomMEEOOONN!! AohAOHASSTTOhOHOOPPIIiTT!! AohAOhDDUuDDeEAhaAPPLLLEEAASSEeAHA!!” Asher nearly whimpered with ticklish misery but the plastic picks didn’t slow down, proving far too perfect of tickle tools for his trapped feet for Milo to back off. But the strumming across the base of his toes became an acute shift to the picks running down the center of both feet like a shockwave of stimulation, making Asher jerk in the chair and shriek with surprised laughter. “DUuUuHuDDEE!!” came firing out of him like Milo couldn’t do that again, like he couldn’t handle that move a second time but Manheim exceeded his worst expectations when he tightened his grip on the picks and started running them up and down both flat feet with the perfect speed to make sure Asher felt every second of the brutal strokes. 

“NNOAOAhAOhAOHAAOhAOHFFUUuHuCCKK!!” rang out into the room like an angry siren as an expression Asher had never had to make before covered his face with shades of surprise, horror, disbelief, and panic. The unique look was one The Hollywood Tickler never grew tired of seeing on those new to tickle torture and every nuance of his reaction was captured by the cameras on him while Milo channeled his sadistic side by tickling Asher without mercy and making him earn every dollar he’d been paid to be there. Manheim even started zigzagging all over the plush soles just to make it even harder to wrap his head around and had Asher throwing himself around in the chair like a tornado, only kept in place by the cuffs and waist strap as his laughter went off the charts into delirious outbursts and desperate attempts to make Milo stop tickling his feet.

“Look at that; you’ve still got 30 minutes to go!” Milo pointed out with a nod to the large clock counting down the session, making Asher’s eyes shoot open even wider before Manheim started tickling the tops of Angel’s toes with his own tongue as if the picks weren’t enough. “NNOAOhAOHA!! NOOohOAhMMOOoRREEAOhAOH!! PPPLLLEeEEAASSEEAHAHA!!!” Asher begged as if he could defy the timer or win Milo over, now covered in goosebumps from the tongue flicking across his toes and laughing at the very top of his lungs from the guitar picks he thought might just keep tickling his feet forever.