The Hollywood Ticker had become very much a background player by 2020, pulling the strings and writing the checks to make his wildest celebrity tickle fantasies come to life. But despite being something of a homebody, he did live in Los Angeles and liked to keep tabs on the happenings of his city. Good Hollywood gossip never got old to him and while part of him valued it for the entertainment, every now and then it had a larger impact. The private businessman that he was enjoyed the rumors and speculations but the other side of him, The Hollywood Tickler side, sometimes couldn’t help but be inspired by a tabloid story or juicy headline. One such instance was the contention around the movie development that was Don’t Worry Darling.

It had some of his favorite Hollywood staples; a huge singer dabbling in acting, a star-studded cast, and rumors of romantic entanglement among one of its leads and director. That last one was a cliché by now, harkening back to the golden age of Hollywood but this time, it was a lead actor and female director, a twist on the trope. The mega star ex-boy bander Harry Styles was reportedly involved with his director, Olivia Wilde, who was engaged to comedian/actor Jason Sudeikis. Every thirsty social media pop culture outlet circled the story in hopes of breaking the latest news or public sighting of the alleged new couple and The Hollywood Tickler was very much paying attention. He’d long lusted after Mr. Styles to tickle but no time had seemed right to try and make it happen until now. It would be a stretch but if he could get Harry and Sudeikis on board, it could be the perfect therapeutic session for them and an incredible opportunity for The Hollywood Tickler to spin the situation into tickling gold. 

Only a couple weeks later, Mr. Styles found himself in one of the mysterious Hollywood Tickler’s homes. He’d been treated like a king since arriving and made to feel as comfortable as possible before being set up for the tickling session. Part of him was still reluctant about the whole thing, rattled at the thought of allowing himself to not only be tickled, but being tied up and tickled. There would be no way to fight back or run away. This wouldn’t be like Zayn or Louis tickling him on stage or on the tour bus; Harry’s imagination ran wild with possibilities as he was secured to the bondage bed. Soon his arms were out to his sides like a T with straps around his wrists and biceps securing them in place. His hands had even been placed in leather mittens, preventing him from using his fingers for anything. More straps were placed just above his knees and his ankles sat in a set of padded stocks attached to the bed in place of a footboard. Harry even made helpless look handsome.

Jason Sudeikis walked through the door moments after Harry was left alone and the atmosphere shifted, putting the 26 year old on edge a bit as Jason walked closer. “Look at you all tied up with nowhere to go” Sudeikis greeted with a smug smirk. This was the first time they’d met and the circumstances couldn’t have been more interesting. “Listen, I know you’re probably angry about me and Olivia. I didn’t mean for it to happen but it just kind of did. I know you’re here to tickle me and everything but you don’t have to go all out; we could talk after or have a drink?” Harry suggested with a warmth to his underlying dread.

“I don’t want to get a fucking drink with you! God, do you always have to be so damn charming?!” Jason exclaimed with frustration. “You’re mad. I get it, really. If you really wanna take it out on me right now, there’s not much I can do about it. I did agree to this” Harry answered like he was trying to diffuse the fire in Jason. “Oh, you bet your English ass I’m gonna take it out on you. You stole my fucking fiancé, man! And yeah, I know it takes two to tango and all that bullshit but how am I supposed to compete with you??” Sudeikis fired back as he rested his hands on top of the stocks. “Fine, yeah, that’s the deal, right?” Harry answered, seemingly resigned to his fate as his fists clenched a bit with anticipation in the mitts. “I’m not much of a revenge guy but I’m really gonna enjoy this” Jason assured as he positioned himself in front of Harry’s trapped feet.

“Shit” Harry let out under his breath as he braced himself and his sneakers popped off. “Nice shoes, kid. Wear these when you’re running around with people’s fiancés?” Jason jabbed before running a single finger up each thinly socked foot. “How’s that?” Jason taunted as he stroked up and down but Harry refused to react, clenching his fists and biting his lip. “No? Nothing?” Jason questioned without stopping but he could see how tensed and focused Harry was. “Maybe a little faster then” Sudeikis suggested as he sped up, scratching with the rest of his fingers and watching him fight it for only a few seconds before cracking.

 “OohAohOOK! oOKKAOhSSTthOhOP!” Harry broke while his feet writhed in the stocks, putting another smile on Jason’s face. “Well, that didn’t take long” Sudeikis laughingly gloated as he teased him with minimal effort, already giddy after realizing how ticklish Harry’s feet were. “AhACCoOMmEoOOHoN!!” “We’re just getting started, big guy!” Jason assured with vicious excitement while moving up and down the cotton-covered feet, forcing out a steady stream of reluctant giggles. Harry fought against the kinky bed as much as he could but The Hollywood Tickler had spared no expense having it made, wanting to avoid any chance of a power struggle or escape. Sudeikis was truly enjoying himself as he took his time on the trapped feet, scratching all over with wiggling fingers to see what made Harry laugh higher or his legs jerk harder like he was taking mental notes. This would be a sweeter revenge than he’d even imagined.

 “I know you’re having a great time with this but I want to try something else real quick” Jason suddenly stopped before gathering the extra fabric at the toes of Harry’s socks in his hands and tying the socks together so Harry’s feet were turned toward each other a little. “There!” Sudeikis admired with a proud look. “What the hell?” Harry tried to figure out upon finding his feet were even more immobile but Jason cut the break short, raking along the now wrinkled soles with deliberate strokes to make every one count. “aAGGHAHAFfuUHucCKK! NNoAOhAOHA! SSTTOHOohPP!!” Harry burst with a forced smile and electrified laughter, understanding how devious the sock tie was now that he couldn’t even wiggle his feet. “These socks feel nice; they must be pretty expensive” Jason antagonized as he clawed up and down the sensitive pair, noticing how the socks barely provided any buffer between his fingers and the heartthrob’s soles. “AHOHohOHAohAhoAFFuUCckKyYOoOUUu!!” “Does that mean you won’t tell me where I can get a pair of these?” Jason answered with a grin as he watched Harry try to tough out the concentrated tickling.

 “Alright, alright…I guess you’ve had enough” the SNL alum announced after close to ten minutes. Harry’s shirtless body relaxed and he caught his breath with relief, totally unaware of the small hairbrushes Jason had silently grabbed until he launched back onto the socked feet, scrubbing back and forth across just his heels. “AhAHWWhHAATThHEEFFuUHUCCKK!?! AAGGhAohAASSTTOhHOOP!! SSTTHOHoPIIIIT!!” Fired out of Harry like a cartoon character becoming unglued with his toned body thrusting forward the little it could with an explosive laugh at the surprise. “I didn’t say you’d had enough, did I? What was I thinking?” Jason teased with a devious smile while focusing the oval brushes on the supple heels. “AhoAHAWwHhAATTIiISSTThhAAAHHaTT?!” “Oh, there’s a whole goodie bag of toys; just you wait” Sudeikis answered with another sadistic smile before slowly moving up the socked soles, using the brushes in a circular motion to get all the bristles in on the action. Jason remembered from earlier that Harry’s arches were especially sensitive but he didn’t wanna give away that he knew that just yet so he started concentrating on the balls of both feet instead. “AhAHAoOKkAOhAOH!! FFuUuCCKKiinNGGSSTThOHHOPP! JJAAaHASSoOOHOONN! EENNoOuoUUGGHH!” an uncharacteristically disheveled Harry called out between roaring laughter as if Jason could be convinced; he was gonna make every second count.

 The focused approach soon had Harry sweaty from laughing and jerking, descending into madness the longer the bristles kept scrubbing back and forth on the same spot. Like with Jason’s fingers, the thin socks helped the brushes move with fluid cruelty across the rich balls, making Harry regret ever putting them on that morning. “Tell you what, I might come back to this later…wouldn’t wanna neglect everywhere else” Jason added as he stopped brushing 10 minutes later, like a hurricane of sensations suddenly vanishing. “OK! Ok…shit, you made your point. Maybe we started dating too soon” Harry tried to reason while Jason moved up to the main part of the bed. “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Are we gonna be best buds now?” Jason mocked before straddling Harry’s waist and sparking fresh panic on his face. “This is bloody torture, mate…I can’t take back what happened but I didn’t mean to cause a problem with you” “Yeah right. Maybe you should’ve thought about that sooner” Sudeikis spat back as his hands started grazing along Harry’s exposed pits.

“OoooAHSttoOoP!” Styles argued through a tight-jawed smirk. “What? I’m barely doing anything” Jason pointed out while his fingertips teased the noticeably smooth underarms, haunting the tan hollows just enough to fuck with Harry. The expert bondage setup gave Jason 100% access to Harry’s delicious armpits, taking his time milking the teasing tickling as a steady stream of giggles was forced out of the international star. “I know you’re not really a big fan of taking it slow so I guess I should speed this up a bit, hmm?” Jason suggested before the wandering fingers became angry spiders wiggling around in. “NNoAohA!! AohAhAOhSSLLOOWW!! BbAAAHACCkKToOSSLLOooWW!” bubbled out of Harry right on cue, with his head tossing about with no ability to fight back or barely bend his arms.

The restless fingers dominating his shaven pits were excellent at driving Harry wild, stretching his perfect smile wide and refusing to let his laughter die down but Jason’s playful first act was soon overshadowed when he dove into the middle of both pits out of nowhere. “AAhaHAHSSHHIiITT!! AHoHANNoO! NNOOoAOAH!!! SSTTOHHOPOP!!” Styles exploded with wide-eyed horror as Sudeikis’ strong fingers moved like daggers digging into him, jackhammering with sadistic enthusiasm as Harry floundered under him the best he could and tried desperately over and over to pull his arms down. “Man, you’re really ticklish, aren’t you?” Jason taunted with a flashy smile. “AhAOHAoAHaohAAFFfuUUuCCkKOOOoOfFFF!!” Harry tried to somewhat deny but he knew he was right; he had always been insanely ticklish and Jason wasn’t holding back.

Jason’s vengeful hands refused to slow down in Harry’s hairless pits, getting off on the look of ticklish distress under him until he moved down to test out the inked chest with quick jabs all over until a sudden squeal of laughter gave away another of Harry’s worst spots. “You just don’t disappoint!” Jason added with a sinister laugh before drilling into the spot right beside his nipples. “NNOAOAHAOHAHAFFUuuCCKK!” CCoOhOMMEEOONNAAohA!! JAAHAsSSOOONnPLLLEEASSEE!! PPLLLEEAASSEEeSSTTOHOOPP!!” Harry erupted like lightning had struck, positively wrecked by Jason’s two fingers on either side of his chest practically vibrating right on the sweet spots. Hearing Harry beg him to stop triggered something in Sudeikis, as if knowing he’d gotten the better of him fueled his ego, perhaps even remedying a little of the insecurity that’d helped persuade him to agree to this unique arrangement. At the same time though, it let Jason know that tickling him was indeed the perfect way to satisfy his harsh feelings toward the superstar.

“AAHoAOAoHAoAHAOHAOOCccoOomMMEeOOooNnN!! JjUUuSSTTSTTToOOpPPP!!” Harry howled as Jason’s concentrated attack brought ticklish tears to his eyes but lucky for him, Jason had other curiosities to explore. “Ya know, this bed is really something. It has all types of cool stuff; stuff I wouldn’t have even thought about” Sudeikis explained before grabbing the thick strap from just beside Harry’s head and pulling it out like a hidden seatbelt before securing it across Harry’s forehead. “What the hell is that??” Harry tried to assess with nervous eyes. “You’ll see” Jason answered as he started fluttering all over his perfectly exposed neck.

“NOoOHA! nOoAOhAhA!! AARReEYYoOuSSeRRiIOUuSS?!?” Harry couldn’t help but let out while trying to protect his neck but the new strap kept his head almost totally in place. “I told you it was cool” Jason added with a laugh at how delightfully diabolical the feature was, allowing him to dance up and down his sensitive neck with ease. “I think I could just keep this up for hours; that cool with you? Wait, why am I asking you that like I care?” he laughed to fuck with Harry more as his neck grew red from the attention. “AhOAHANNOonNoOhoAhoahoAohAHo SstTooAOAoPPpIIiTT!” Harry argued like he was ready to crawl out of his skin, quickly developing an acute hatred for the neck tickling.

“What about another toy?” Jason suggested as the buzz of an electric toothbrush suddenly found its way on Harry’s neck, with the bristled head whirling and vibrating up and down no matter how hard his head tried to jerk away. “AOohAohAFFUuCCKkAohA! NNOoAOhO! CCcuUTTiIiTToOoOFfFFF!!” “Why would I do that?” Jason teased before firing up another toothbrush and focusing it on one of Harry’s now, stiff nipples. “AHAOHAAhHOOOLLLyySSShHiiITT!! AHaOHAnNoOnNOOAHoHAA!!” raged out of Harry with defenseless frustration and unique agony as the pair of buzzing brushing focused on his delicate neck and his reactive nipples until he was on the verge of tears again and his whole body was angry with ticklish goosebumps.

After what felt like an eternity, Sudeikis finally stopped tickling his neck and nipples and undid the head strap, opting to sit beside Harry on the bed for the next bit. “No more…no more tickling…this isn’t gonna fix anything!” Harry attempted to point out. “Don’t look at me, pal. You’re the one who agreed to be tickled for a fat check, not me” Jason reminded with a wicked grin as he started on the toned stomach, kneading in and poking around in every direction. “AaohAOhAOohFFuUHuCKAoha!” came bubbling out of Harry almost instantly, proving Jason’s hunch of his entire body being crazy ticklish.

Jason’s hands were surprisingly strong and strategic, moving from wiggling in with tight fingers one minute to digging into the side of Harry’s abs with just his thumbs making deep circles until Styles was thrashing like a fish and gushing with full-body laughter. “I’ve been in L.A. for years now and I never got on the ab train…but you, you’ve gotta look good for all that flaunting you do on stage. All those crunches and side twists and your stomach is still this ticklish though. That’s gotta suck” Jason happily taunted as he worked all over the tight belly.  “AHOAHPLLLEEASSEEAAhAH!! NNoNOOmMoORREAaHAHAA! GGEETTOooFFfFAhAHA!!” Harry pleaded under the devilish fingers as sweat began to make his body glisten, unable to even kind of control himself.

“I have an idea; you’ll love this” Jason added as he straddled Harry again, giving him only a momentary break before digging into his stomach the same way and leaning into his right armpit so he could lick it out like a friendly dog. “AAAHAAhAOHAnNNOOAHOAH!!”  Harry squealed with a shocked look as Sudeikis lapped up every inch of the sweaty armpit, tickling way more than Styles had expected. He tried to bend the opposite direction and yank his arm down but the straps kept his savory pit incredibly exposed. A full body cringe made his toes curl in the socks from the lickling and his head tried to block the it but Jason just held his head back as he continued going to town on the gorgeous underarm, even wiggling along his neck and ear until Harry was shrieking with laughter and ready to blow his stack. “NNOAOHA!! FFuUuCCKKIIiNnGGAhAHSSTTohOHOOPP!!” Harry shouted with a high-pitched outburst of ticklish frustration but neither Jason’s hand on his stomach nor his tongue in his armpit listened.

The tattooed sex symbol was quickly learning how far Jason was willing to go but Harry was unaware just how mischievous he could be. What was supposed to be a simple foot fetish sketch with Zac Efron on SNL in 2009 had ended with Zac’s bare foot in Jason’s mouth and then there was the time he got him and Conan O’Brien foot massages on his late-night show and tipped the masseur extra to focus on Conan’s toes after he’d admitted how ticklish they were. That was all on national TV too; now he had an actual axe to grind and didn’t have an audience to care about going too far in front of.

“What’d I tell ya? I knew you’d like that one” Jason teased as he finally pulled back from his pit and stomach minutes later. “You really are…an asshole” Harry answered as he caught his breath. “I love being an asshole; you should try it sometime instead of that whole nice, pretty boy thing” Sudeikis suggested with a chummy grin while making his way back to the end of the bed so he was in front of the stocks, sparking fresh panic in Harry when he felt his socks being pulled off. “Do we really have to take the socks??” Harry whined. “I’ll take whatever I want. Didn’t stop you” Jason answered with a bite Harry wasn’t expecting as his socks were pulled off and both of big toes were slipped into thin ties attached to the top of the stocks. “What the fuck is that?! What did you just do??” “Just a couple toe-ties to keep your feet from moving too much, nothing to worry about” Jason answered while Harry tensed up with anticipation, realizing he really could barely move his feet now.

“Of course you have beautiful fucking feet. I should’ve known” Jason realized with an annoyed tone now that the silky soles were in front of him. Harry waited in suspense for what Jason had up his sleeve, expecting some brutal technique until two yellow feathers started flicking up and down his naked soles. “AhAhHEyEY! WwhAATTIiSSThAAhAT!?” a giggly Harry protested with a flashy smile he couldn’t control as the wispy ends stroked back and forth. “Oh, wow haha, he’s feather-ticklish too. This is great” Jason gleamed while his wrists had to flick barely at all to move the feathers along Harry’s baby pink soles.

“AALlRiIGHGhhT! AohAoOAhaOOAhoAohsSTToHoHOPP! CcoOHOMmEEOoOHONN!” Styles protested as the feathers slinked up and down on a loop, chipping away at his sanity with every sweep until Harry began to understand the special type of patient madness feathers could bring. “I wasn’t sure if feathers actually worked like they do in cartoons and stuff but damn” Jason commented with genuine excitement as he continued the simple up and down motion from his heels to the lush balls, watching Harry twinge and struggle more and more. His toes wiggled and curled like they wanted to intervene but the ties anchored them in place for the most part, reducing Harry’s fantastic feet to half-assed wrinkles as a defense against the dastardly feathers.

“OoHOAOKKOKOK! JJUuUHuSSTAohAsSTOhOHOPP!” “If I stop with these I’m only moving onto something else” Jason warned as he stood back up with Harry’s dirty socks in hand. “…what are you doing??” “I would say you’ll see but, probably not” Sudeikis answered before tying the already connected socks around Harry’s head to blindfold him. “Are you serious?! Take this off!” “I don’t know where you got the idea that you have any say in this” Jason pointed out with authority as he returned to the seductive feet, knowing Harry couldn’t see what he was up to.

 The older actor grabbed a few new tools from his bag and one by one slid them between Harry’s left toes until all four were in place. “The fuck are you doing now??”  Styles questioned with new anxiety, unable to identify the strange sensations before Jason started pulling the fuzzy pipe cleaners back and forth between his velvet toes. “AAHAHA!! NnOAOhAOh! NOO!! AOhAOhAhOAHSSTTOHOHHOPPp! FFUuCCkKAhAHha!! SSTTOOPPDDOOoIIiNNGGTTThAAHATTR!!” Harry exploded with thunderous laughter as Sudeikis evened the score between them a little more with every pull. “You said you didn’t like the feathers” he taunted with cruel satisfaction while Harry bucked around on the bed in sensory overload and his leg jerked to get free. He laughed like he belonged in a straitjacket but the blue pipe cleaners were unbearable between his plump toes; it felt like the kind of thing you’d pull back from after a second because it was so strange but in this situation he couldn’t escape it.

“OOhOhAMMyYyyGGOoODDOhAOHA!! PPLLEeASSEE!! AHoAJJjAAhASSoOHOONnSSTTohohOPP!!” Harry begged with no delusions about who was in control, too desperate to just tough it out at this point. But the mouthy comedian didn’t reply this time, knowing the uncertainty of what was coming or what he had in mind for Harry made things more torturous. Jason just kept pulling the row of pipe cleaners back and forth for a few more minutes to terrorize his luscious toes with the countless little fuzzies and only changing things up when he started slurping and nibbling on Harry’s heel at the same time. “OOhAOHAOHFFUUCK! AHoAHAOhaNNoAOhaoha!! NNOoAOhAoGGOODDDAAmMmiITTAHAHA!!” a surprised Harry shrieked and sprang forward as much as the cuffs would allow, the new addition like a shock to his system, barely able to process the incessant sawing between his toes and Jason’s mouth going to town at the same time. It was too much for feet and toes as ticklish as his.

“Mmm, your feet taste amazing” Jason teased before his tongue snaked across the low arch and back down the other side until finally stopping with that and the pipe-cleaners after several minutes. “…fucking hell…when is this done? When are you gonna get over this shit??” Harry questioned, too exhausted to be as polite and understanding as he usually was. “It’s over when I say it’s over” Jason answered with an obvious love for the power he had in that moment. “Ya know, I never would’ve thought about tickling as a way to get back at somebody but it’s fucking genius” Sudeikis admitted. “It’s like fucking torture, mate” “And that’s why it’s genius” Jason answered and started to return to the stunning feet with the hairbrushes but was stopped when a door opened, pulling his attention.

“I know this is your session but I couldn’t sit this one out, not with him” The Hollywood Tickler emerged and walked closer. “Holy shit. You’re the guy, aren’t you?” “Yep” “What??” Harry questioned with the sock blindfold keeping him in the dark. “Looks like you’ve got another fan. Just don’t try to sleep with this one” Jason answered as the retired tickler joined him at the bondage bed. “The more the merrier” Sudeikis welcomed as the middle-aged man knelt down beside him in front of the stocks. “Before we start, I do want to thank you for that foot fetish bit with Zac Efron years ago. It was amazing” “Thanks, man. It was fun for me too” Jason laughed. “He’s nearly as ticklish as Mr. Styles here” “Wait, you’ve tickled him too?” “Well, not me personally but, yes” “Holy shit. Haha that’s awesome. We’ll have to get a drink and you can tell me about all your famous tickle clients” Jason suggested. “Maybe so” The Hollywood Tickler answered before he whispered into Jason’s ear so Harry couldn’t hear.

“Hey! What’s going on??” Styles questioned as anticipation and suspense ate away at him, hating the feeling of his bare feet being so helpless right there in front of Jason and who he’d pieced together to be the mystery man that’d made all this happen. The next thing Harry felt was something wet on his feet, making him flinch and his toes curl as much as they could. “Wooaoh what is that?! What are you doing?? Come on, just tell meeHAoHAAoAOHAAOHAOHAOHA!!!!” Harry roared with fresh fire and a wild look on his face as Jason and The Hollywood Tickler nibbled and slurped on his arches like ears of corn, a fresh hell Styles didn’t know possible until he was losing his shit on the bed.

“SSTToHOHOOPP!! AOhASSTThOHOOHOPPIIIITT!! AohAOHAMmoOoTTHheRRFFuUuCCKkKEEERRAhAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!” Harry screamed with overwhelmed laughter as he writhed around and fought the straps and yanked on the stocks the little he could but nothing saved his marvelous feet from the hellacious tickling. Jason smiled as he worked along the side of the left foot, beyond thrilled to hear Harry suffering so much as they snacked on the most ticklish feet Sudeikis had ever seen. Just as discussed, only a couple minutes into the nibbling and slurping, the feathers from before began teasing the tops of Harry’s trapped feet, like throwing a box of matches onto a full-blown house fire.

“AAHAHAAHAH!! NNOOOAONNoOOMmOOoRREEAhAOhA!! PPLLLEEAAaSSEE!! YYOOUuuUVVVeEGGoOTTAAHAHSSTTOhOHOPP!!” Harry begged through breathless laughter when he wasn’t squealing and yelping with high-pitched humiliation. The yellow feathers continued dusting across the tan tops and even his ankles while Jason and HT slobbered and gnawed away at his cloud soft feet with no sign of slowing down. Harry was going berserk on the bed, bucking and jerking and sweating and laughing himself delirious as he begged for the tickling to stop, pushing the limits of his vocal range and how much his body could endure as his poor, perfect feet were licked and nibbled and feathered to death.

The Hollywood Tickler was usually very conscious of how his ticklees were doing during a session. He didn’t believe in pushing a guy past his limit; he had a keen sense of how to take things just to the edge without going over. Jason of course didn’t have that in mind, instead wanting to tickle Harry as viciously as he could, but The Hollywood Tickler finally called off their double attack after nearly 15 minutes. “Jesus Christ…that was terrible, a fucking nightmare” Harry admitted as he caught his breath. “Good” Jason answered but HT began to feel a bit guilty, perhaps having pushed Harry too far. “How about a new deal?” the mystery man proposed. “What kind of deal?” “You still have 40 minutes left on the clock. I’ll cut that in half if you agree to be put in a new position” “A new position? Do I get to know what it is?” “No” HT explained, leaving Harry to ponder the offer and piquing Jason’s curiosity. “…fine. Deal. But I’m not going naked or anything” “No, you can keep your pants for this” The Hollywood Tickler assured with a fresh excitement as he began undoing Harry’s bondage and prepared to set him up for the new position. 

When they were done, Harry was on his back again but this time with his legs bent above him in the air, with his ankles in another set of horizontal stocks and his wrists locked between them in the same set. Four metal poles made up the structure as well as the padded seat he was resting on, leaving Harry more compromised than before in some ways, a different kind of vulnerable. “What is this thing?” Harry asked as he adjusted to the new situation. “It’s called ‘The Tower’” The Hollywood Tickler explained as he and Jason prepared to start again. “Its original purpose isn’t for tickling though” HT added. “It looks like it was made for a good spanking” Jason pointed out with a swift smack across Harry’s ass. “Ah – shit! What the fuck, Jason??” “You’re right. I saw it on a spanking site one time and thought it’d be great for tickling too” HT explained as Harry’s temper simmered back down.

“20 minutes on the clock; half just like we agreed” The Hollywood Tickler pointed out. “Let’s just get it over with” Harry answered with a nervous twitch of his naked toes in the air. “Hell yeah! Let’s get going!” Jason agreed with unwavering enthusiasm before going straight for Harry’s neck and ears. “AAhAohAOhSSHHiIiTT!! NNoAOhAOhA!!” Harry burst with fresh laughter as he squirmed in the tower and tried to avoid Jason’s ruthless fingers, immediately forgetting there was another tickler to worry about.

HT began rubbing some kind of liquid on the right foot and instantly reminded Harry he was there but he couldn’t tell what was happening, only able to feel the slick substance on his upturned sole before a new rush of ticklish insanity hit him without warning. “AAAHAAAHoAHohAOhAOHoAOhAsSHHiiIITT!! AOhAOhNNOoAOHA!!! PPLLLEEAASSEeAHAHA!!” The hairbrush on his oily foot reduced him to begging within the first 30 seconds but The Hollywood Tickler didn’t stop there, instead using his tongue to lickle the other English sole with a professional’s finesse and a tickle monster’s appetite. “NOoAOH! NNoAOhAOHAOHAFFUHuUCKK!” “You’ve gotten toughen up those feet more, man…walk around barefoot or something” Jason teased before jumping to his ribs and nipples, doing double duty in hopes of bringing him to ticklish tears once again. It’d felt so good the first time.

Jason spent the next five minutes or so wiggling and digging into Harry’s ribs before moving around to join The Hollywood Tickler. “He’s super ticklish everywhere but I want some more of these feet” Jason confessed to Harry’s horror as he looked up in time to see Sudeikis grab one hairbrush from the table and the other from The Hollywood Tickler before scrubbing both across his left foot. “NNOOAAOAAOAOHAOHA!! OOohOhAOhAOHFFUUUcCKKK!! JJAAHAHSSSoOONNPPLLLEEASSEE!! OOohMmyyYGGOoodDD!!” Harry had no choice but to freak out, instantly over-stimulated just as Jason had expected. “You were right. This is therapeutic” Sudeikis admitted to The Hollywood Tickler as he picked up a shoelace from the table. “I thought it might help you two settle things a little” HT answered as he slid the braided shoelace between two of Harry’s plush toes and started pulling it back and forth like a violinist knowing just how to play his instrument.

“AAAAAAAAHAHAH!! WWHHAATTThHEEFFuHUHCCCKK??! SSTToOHOHOHOPPP!! SSTTOHOhOHPP!! AOHOAHAFFUUuCCkKiiNNNGGPPLLLEEAASSEE!!!” Harry screamed with desperate laughter and a wild-eyed look on his pretty face but the tower held him its perfect prisoner, allowing Jason to brush one foot with hundreds of plastic bristles and HT to thread what would normally be an innocuous shoelace between his delicate toes with excellent precision. Styles shook in the tower and jerked around like he’d explode as his hair flew around and he prayed his time was almost up. 10 minutes left.

The intensity of the dual attack had Harry laughing with every bit of energy he had, completely at their mercy as they tickled his feet to no end, the same feet that’d performed across stages of the world now proving to be his very worst weakness. “Damn, that is a crazy trick” Jason admitted as he watched the shoelace thread back and forth. “It gets crazier” HT assured as he snagged a few more laces and started nestling them between the rest of Harry’s toes. “NOO!! NoOAoAHAOH!! NNOOoMMOoHOORREE!!” Styles begged like he couldn’t imagine what four laces would do but he got his answer when The Hollywood Tickler started pulling all four back and forth at the same time and set Harry off like a nuclear bomb in the tower.

“AAAAAGGHAHAHAHAH!! NNoAOHAOANNOOOHAOhAOHA!! FFUUuCCkKIiNNGAOhAOHASSTToHOhHOHOPPP!! AOhAOHAAOOHohOAHASSHhIIIITTAOHAOHANNOOAOHAOHA!!!!” The violent reaction showed Jason what a skilled tickler could achieve and he wanted to do his part to try and keep up; he would break Harry yet. Sudeikis returned to the opposite foot with one of the same square hair brushes and started squeezing into the back of thigh at the same time, cranking up Harry’s already unhinged laughter to another level until he could barely talk anymore. Waves of breathless, defeated laughter and attempts at a ‘please’ or ‘stop’ were mixed in with shrieks and squeals, notes higher than Harry had ever even sung. The shoelaces sawing between his toes and Jason chomping away into his thigh and punishing his now hot pink foot with the hairbrush was more than Styles could take, nearing very close to that limit that The Hollywood Tickler was always so careful about. That realization was enough to make HT end things before the timer was done, leaving it with two minutes left on the clock. Harry was just too ticklish.

“Hey! We still had some time left” Jason complained. “I think he’s had enough. Trust me” The Hollywood Tickler assured as Jason looked down to see how washed-out Harry was. “You alright down there, kid? I wanted to get back at you, not kill you” Jason asked. “…peachy” Harry answered with a thumbs up in the stocks, making Sudeikis laugh a little. “So, do you feel better about the situation now?” HT asked. “Ya know what? Yeah, I think I do” Jason answered. “Great…now you can let me out of this” Harry added. “I don’t know…I kind of want to try that shoelace thing” Jason answered, putting Styles back on alert. “NO! No more shoelaces between my fucking toes! I thought I was gonna lose my mind!” Harry admitted as he tried to cover his feet with his hands. “Well, keep that in mind the next time you do anything that might piss me off. I’m not afraid to take the laces out of my shoes and have this conversation again” Jason warned. “No! No, you got it” “That’s what I thought.”