While the Hollywood Tickler’s primary taste in tickling scenarios involved only one ticklee, sometimes the mysterious man got the urge to be a little more ambitious. He’d done tickle sessions with more than one guy at a time before, several times actually, but it’d been a while since he’d gone past two. Watching one man experience the unique giggly suffering of tickling was a drug he never got tired of indulging in; it was the enduring thrill and passion of his life, but adding more to the mix can be tricky. He valued chemistry between ticklees and ticklers and he’d discovered over the years that ‘the more the merrier’ wasn’t always the case.

That’s part of the reason he’d curated a list of celebrity ticklers who seemed to have chemistry with everyone, who always elevated whatever session they were apart of as ticklee or tickler. Not only that, but they were also all skilled ticklers, whether naturally talented or by crafting their own styles and techniques over time. Since mostly retiring from doing the tickling himself, The Hollywood Tickler typically hired other famous men to tickle his latest ticklees, usually strategically pairing them up base on prior connections or who he thought would be good together. But for the times where he wasn’t so sure who to tap to do the tickling, he called one of his trusty ticklers to see if they wanted the job. That exclusive group of men were deemed the ‘tickle masters’.

The Hollywood Tickler’s most recent selection of famous men he wanted to tickle was a trio, not by nature, but by his own choosing. Like with every other guy who agreed to the deal, each of them was paid beyond handsomely and understood what they were signing up for. While the explanation of what to expect was sometimes sufficient, videos of previous tickle sessions were provided upon request just to offer a little more insight. Those usually either convinced them to back out, intrigued them, or made them excited to experience it for themselves.

~ 2025

On the day of the threesome’s tickle session, they each arrived at the private Los Angeles studio and within a couple hours, were secured to identical tickle chairs in a line. The attire for the occasion was 5-inch swim trunks and nothing else, with each of them wearing a different color. Their arms were locked in cuffs above their heads and their legs were strapped down to wide, V-shaped leg extensions out in front of them from their thighs to their ankles, leaving their legs at a bit of an upwards angle. Their waists had been strapped in as well just to make sure they couldn’t move around too much but of course they didn’t know that was why. From left to right sat Robert Irwin, Marcello Hernandez, and Patrick Schwarzenegger. The video camera set up in front of them didn’t know how lucky it was to be capturing such a beautiful sight; thirty inviting toes, six handsome armpits, and three gorgeous guys voluntarily rendered helpless for the quickest cash and the most unusual experience of their lives. But things didn’t really kick off until one of the elite master ticklers walked in the room, the one and only John Krasinski.

“Well, look at you guys…you must be waiting on me” John greeted with a cheeky smile as he closed the door behind him and watched the collective reaction among them. “You? You’re tickling us??” Patrick questioned. “I hope I didn’t disappoint you, handsome” “No, I just…I don’t know who I thought it’d be exactly but I guess I’m surprised” “Mates, I think we’re in trouble…he looks too excited” Robert added with a nervous smile. “Oh, I’m super excited. This is like, the king of all side gigs. Hell, I’d do it for free but it just pays so well” John answered with a joking tone, putting the younger guys at ease a bit. Krasinski had that effect on people. “Side gig? They post a tickling job on indeed or something?” Marcello joked. “Let’s just say I’ve sat where you’re sitting and I turned out to be even better on this side of things” John explained as he eyed the bound trio so full of anticipation.

“Alright, so everybody comfy? Strapped in tight?” John asked. “This chair is like, weirdly comfortable” the SNL star admitted. “Good because you’re gonna be in it for the next couple hours” Krasinski answered, making Robert’s pale toes curl a bit. “So, I’m actually not gonna be deciding who gets tickled when today” John added. “You’re not?” A confused Patrick asked. “Not entirely. I brought a 3-sided die that is gonna help call the shots today. Leave things up to chance a little” John explained, surprising the gang again. “I didn’t even know that was a thing” Robert pointed out. “Yeah, me neither until I looked it up. I figured it’d be great for our little get together today” John answered as he stood by a tall table near the video camera, a table none of them had paid much attention to until now.

“So, I know the guy writing the checks does his homework enough to know that you guys are ticklish or you wouldn’t be here so we won’t bother starting with a test round. How about we start with…feet? I’ll role the die and whoever’s number it lands on, I’ll get their feet first. Robert, you’re 1, Marcello – 2, and nepo baby, 3” “Hey!” Patrick fired back with a half-serious laugh. “Just kidding. Let’s get going then!” Krasinski announced as he shook the die in his hand and all three guys watched with a sudden wave of suspense. Their bare feet sticking out in front of them suddenly felt so vulnerable, so unprotected as John tossed the die on the table and each of them waited for a number to be called. “3!” “Fuck!” Patrick let out as relief washed over the other two and their anticipation shifted, now eager to see the White Lotus adonis tickled.

“Hey, roll that thing again!” Schwarzenegger suggested. “Not really how this works, cowboy” John answered with an excited grin as Patrick’s soles wrinkled a little and his feet tested their mobility a bit. “I don’t know where you fellas think you’re going. You boys are mine!” John announced as he stood between the end of the leg extensions and let his fingers get acquainted with the 31 year old’s fantastic feet. “AGAhShHiT!” escaped Patrick before he bit his lip and clenched his jaw to control himself, already fuming through his nose as John spidered along his smooth soles. “Is he toughing it out?” Robert questioned after not hearing anymore laughter. “The tough guys never last. Trust me” John assured as Patrick shot him a dirty look and the spidering fingers suddenly sharpened their touch, using their nails across the peach soles and instantly ruining the stud’s plan.

“AohaohOAHnNOO! AOhAOHFFuUuCCkOOohoFFAOhAAOHA!!” “See what I mean?” John pointed out to prove his earlier point as Patrick’s hair bounced around and he shook in the chair with his stunning 11s writhing around in place. “CCoOhOMMmEEOooHNNN!” “This is the part where he realizes how screwed he is; he can’t pull his feet back, he can’t run away, he can’t fight back at all…and he’s realizing just how ticklish these big feet of his are” John narrated with an obvious enthusiasm as he continued focusing on the gorgeous targets. “OhOAHFFuUuCCkKYYoOoUuMmAAHAhANN!!” “You know you’re doing good when the ‘fuck yous’ start flying” John teased as his tickling worsened a little more, with his fingers curling just a bit as he concentrated on the long arches. “AAAAHAHNnOAOHA!!” shot out of Patrick before he could stop himself, making his cheeks blush with embarrassment while the other two watched, very entertained.

John’s tickling had a casualness to it, like a calm storm that actually did a lot more damage than you might expect. Patrick’s reluctant, warm laughter spilling out from his tickle chair was evidence of how good Krasinski was at this. He knew just how to move his fingers and position his hands to get what he wanted out of whoever he was tickling, with his long fingers delivering sweeping scratches up and down the delicious arches of Patrick’s captive feet. “HAoAHOoKOOKOKK!!” “Ok, what?” John questioned. “AHOAHSSTTohOHOPPP! DDOoOO OONnnEEOOoFFTThHhEEMMM!!” “Do one of them? Why would I do that? I’m having a blast right here” John assured without pulling away from the struggling feet. “IiTtTSSTTHHEeiIIRRAHAHATTuUuRRnNNN!!” “You hear that, guys? Patrick says it’s your turn” John repeated while Patrick jerked against the collection of straps and his brilliant smile shined with forced laughter as much as his sculpted body strained for relief.

“Looks like you’re good where you are” Robert assured. “Yeah, just keep doing that…I’m sure it’s not that bad” Marcello added with a humored grin. “FFuUCCkKYYOOuUGUuyYySS!!” Patrick shouted through his macho laughter as John’s seasoned fingers glided along his defenseless feet like they really would be content sitting right there for a while. “Fine, I guess I’ll roll again and see who gets to go next. But, if I get 3 again, I’m coming back to you. Just know that” Krasinski pointed out as he moved back to the table and Patrick relaxed from the tickle attack. “Dude, if it’s three again, that would be hilarious” Marcello added just as the dice landed. “See, it’s funny you say that because…it’s a 2” “Oh, man why did I have to say that?” Hernandez questioned with newfound dread as if he’d brought it on himself and John moved over to the pair of tan feet awaiting his attention.

“Hey, come on, just wait a second! John, come on!” a smiley Marcello tried to bargain as his feet began squirming in place like Patrick’s had. “You heard the die man - you’re up” Krasinski laughed before making landfall on the pink soles. “AhAHhANNoAOhAOOH!! AOhAOhFFuUCCKkFOAOoAOhAOAAAHA!!” Hernandez came alive with explosive, bubbly laughter and went to bucking in the chair against the straps. Robert and Patrick couldn’t help but laugh at Marcello’s animated reaction as he went wild between them, crumbling under John’s dancing fingers along the supple soles. “JjOOhHHnNAhHA!! SSTtoHoHOHOPPMmAAHhNNN!! CCoOhOMMEEoOHHOONN!” “I think we know your worst spot there, Marcello…but if it’s not, you really are in trouble” John laughed with a sinister delight in his job as he started teasing the edges of both feet with skittering fingertips, manipulating the comedian’s laughter with ease.

“HOoHAohAOhAOhoohAOHeENNOoUuAGGGhh!” Marcello shouted as his juicy toes scrunched and his arms yanked on the straps. “I’m the only one in this room who gets to say when it’s enough” Krasinski reminded with a flash of his dominant side as the skittering technique suddenly jumped to clawing down the lengths of both soft feet, spiking Marcello’s laughter with a look of wide-eyed disbelief on his cute face. “AAHAHAhAAHSSHHiIITAohAOhAOH!! PPLLLEeeAASSEeAHAH!!” Marcello shrieked with giggly outbursts he couldn’t control while his neighbors laughed some more at his entertaining reactions. “Begging already…I love it” John admitted while his devilish fingers dragged down both hilariously ticklish feet and he watched Marcello flail in place and learn the unforgiving nature of the tickling chair.

“Your feet are the perfect size for this; I hardly even have to move my hands” Krasinski pointed out as he demonstrated with still hands and tickling fingers getting the balls, arches, and heels with virtually no effort. “OhOOOKOhOKK! AOhAOhAIIiGGEETTiiITT!!” “You’re even helping me out kicking your feet around like this; you’re tickling yourself, man” John teased as the writhing pair helped make more contact with the vicious fingers. “AHAHIIiCCAAnNnTTHhEEEHHELLLPPpiIIiTT!!” Marcello admitted like he wished he could stop them from moving. “This is wild” Patrick admitted with a laugh like he’d gotten hooked on some bizarre show while flipping channels. “I’m glad you think so because I’m coming for your feet again next” John answered as he shifted gears like he was going toward Patrick, getting an ‘oh shit’ look on his chiseled face. “Nah, I’m just kidding” John admitted before suddenly pouncing onto Robert’s left foot instead before he even knew he had a reason to brace himself.

“OohOahANNoAohAohA!! NoOoTTfFFAAiiIRRR!!” Robert erupted with his own uproar as John extended his attack to the right foot so he was tickling both at the same time. “Who told you this was gonna be fair?” John teased while scribbling across the rich soles and stirring the wildlife expert up in the black chair. Robert’s charming smile was stretched to its full width and he looked down at his feet like he couldn’t believe his situation as the tickling continued, unable to control himself even a little as the short nails skated up and down his pretty pink soles. “GGOOhOOHAEEAASSSsYYY!! EEAAssSSyYyMMAATTEE!!” Irwin tried to convince as he floundered against the straps and he failed to move his gorgeous feet in any way that evaded John’s relentless fingers. “I kind of thought all that crocodile wrangling and snake handling would make you a bit tougher but I guess not” Krasinski teased while dominating the wrinkling soles. “IIiTDDoOoEesSNNTTmMAAKkEEyYYoOOUULLLLEesSs TTiIiCCkKLLIiiSSHh!” Robert admitted as he wrapped his head around the same reality that Marcello and Patrick had about how ticklish they actually were. “I guess not” John answered with a devious, warm smile from his position between the Australian feet.

“What do you guys think? Toes or no?” Krasinski soon asked with a look toward Marcello and Patrick. “WWHhAATT?!” Robert questioned, still wrapped up in the scribbles overwhelming his incredible soles. “Definitely toes” Schwarzenegger answered. “Yeah, I think toes are good” Marcello agreed. “NNOOAOhO! DDoOONnTTAASSkKTThHEEEhEMM!” Irwin protested like he hated the idea of having his tickling in the hands of yet two other people. “Too late for that, buddy” John assured before ascending to the bubbly toes and invading the plush undersides with the same unwavering enthusiasm. “AAHAHAHAHHAnNOoOhAOHAOAHOA!!” barreled out of Robert with newfound power and distress as the short claws across the bottoms of his vanilla toes got the better of him.

“Good call on the toes, fellas” John added with a thumbs up toward the other two as they all watched Irwin bounce around as much as the straps would allow and listened to the 21 year old fill the studio with his charismatic, uncontrollable laughter. “NNoOO! NNOoOTTAAGGoOoDDAOhACCAAALLLL!! AOhAOSSTTOhOHoHOOPPP!!” Robert shouted as the tips of his toes turned pink from fighting John but couldn’t do much at all to lessen each scratch along the velvet undersides. “It sounds like these middle toes tickle the most…” John pointed out. “NNOoAOhOO! NNOOoTTHHEEHEEYY! DdOOhOHnNNNTT!!” Robert tried to argue with sudden desperation to win John over. “You can’t lie to a tickle master” John answered before narrowing his attack to just the middle toes and concentrating his efforts to milk the sweet spot he’d discovered, lighting Robert up with even heavier laughter.

“NOOOAohAOhAOHAOHAAOHAFFuUUuCCCkKAOhAOHA!! NNOoAOHA! NOOoHAOHA!! CCoOmMEEOOOnNNAAH!! GGEETTooOoFFF!!” Irwin howled with squeaks of laughter escaping every few seconds but John didn’t back off, instead leaving his foot on the gas as he scratched along the middle toes of both feet and watched Robert go crazy in front of him. It was about now that Marcello and Patrick started laughing again at Irwin’s reaction, his boyish yet full-bodied laughter and the way his feet never stopped trying to get away from John. They understood the natural desire to escape the situation and how utterly helpless Robert was to do so, a feeling they hated when it was their turn but got a kick out of when it was somebody else.

“Alright, I think it’s time to consult the die again” Krasinski soon decided as he finally left Robert’s creamy toes and grabbed the 3-sided die again. “Crikey…” was all Robert could say as he came down from the tickle-induced adrenaline rush and watched as the fate of what happened next was decided by a little piece of plastic. “Hmm, how about we do the armpits next, huh?” John suggested as he rolled the die and they each waited with renewed suspense, mentally preparing for the dastardly fingers to fill their horribly exposed underarms. “3!” “No fucking way! How did I get it again?!” Patrick questioned like he could talk his way out of the result. “Sucks to be you, dude” Marcello laughed. “Actually, this time I’m going for the two numbers that weren’t rolled so don’t get your panties in too much of a twist, Pat” John explained, reviving Patrick’s smile and putting the other two on alert.

“Don’t I get a break or something?! I just went!” Robert whined as politely as somebody could, never one too sound rude or harsh. “Sorry, safari boy. I didn’t make the call” John laughed as he stood between Marcello and Robert and they each tried to squirm as far from him as they could. “Come on, man, I don’t even have any hair right now” Marcello pointed out, referring to his freshly shaved pits. “There’s a reason The Hollywood Tickler gets you guys to do that. I would tell you but I think you’re about to find out” John answered as he plunged into Irwin and Hernadez’s smooth pits at the same time.

“NNoAOhAOhAOHAAhoAFFUUuCCkKHOHAOH!!” exploded out of both guys like perfectly timed fireworks with giant smiles and gushing laughter, the kind that told John to keep up the good work. “More ticklish than usual, right?” Krasinski taunted with greedy, digging fingers pawing away into the pair of hairless hollows. “AhoAHOAYyYyEESS!!” Robert admitted as he floundered like before and tried to jerk himself out of reach. “AhoThHAAHATTSsSOoOAohAA FFuUuCCKKkEeeDDuUPPP!” Marcello fired back, like he’d been tricked into making himself worse off. “I just thought the guy liked smooth armpits” Patrick admitted. “Maybe he does but it’s more about sensitivity than an aesthetic choice” John assured as he actively proved his point with zero friction or hair to prevent him from totally owning both tender pits.

“AhAHALLRRiiGGhhTTT!! MmeERRCCCYYyAAHA!!” Hernandez laughed as his arms fought the straps keeping his wrists stuck above his head, dying to clamp his arms down over his armpits. “You’ve come to the wrong place for that, kid” John laughed as he continued tormenting both younger stars, even stiffening his fingers a little more and drilling in toward the base of both guys’ pits. “AAHAHAAOHohohOhMMyyYGGOODDAOhAOH!! SSSTThOhoHPP!! JJUuSSSTTSSTTHOHOPpAohA!!” Robert attempted to persuade through his rolling laughter but Krasinski wasn’t easily coerced, refusing to show either of them a moment of relief as his large hands proved enduringly vicious.

“Maybe you guys are right…maybe I am being a bit mean” John soon announced as he moved around to stand facing the space between Marcello and Robert. “Thank God, dude, holy shit” Hernandez exhaled. “It was so mean of me to ignore you guys’ other armpits like that. What was I thinking?” John elaborated, giving the pair only a second to realize they weren’t out the woods before the tickle master’s hands returned, this time jumping from their left and right armpits like it was some arcade game he knew just how to win. “AhAHAHSShHhiIiIT!! AhAOHAOCCooOMmMmEEOOOHNN!!” Marcello argued as his wavy hair flew around and he writhed in the chair like he had somewhere to go while Robert squirmed back and forth, trying and failing over and over to avoid the wiggling fingers coming for his extra ticklish armpits.

“I can’t tell which one of you guys has the worst pits. What do you think?” John questioned. “AhOHAAohIIiDDOOonnNTTkKnNoOoWW!!” Robert answered. “CCoOOMmEEOOOnNAhOAhA!” Marcello protested through his stretched smile, not even entertaining the question. “Refusal to answer any question I may have is a direct no-no, Herandez. Now you get my full attention” John explained with a cocky smirk before moving around to squat behind Marcello’s chair. “What!? No! No, fuck that AHoAHOAOAHAHohAOHAOHAAAHoASSHHIIITTT!!” Marcello couldn’t help but burst with even wilder laughter and shocked eyes, taken back by the sudden change as John delivered a unique, combo attack of dancing fingers to tease the smooth pits and daggering into the middle of both to really get him squawking.

“Holy shit, dude” Patrick laughed as he watched Marcello go nuts in the chair next to him, praying the cuffs around his wrists would break and give him some level of protection but he had no such luck. “I was thinking Robert’s pits were worse but I’m starting to think yours are” John added. “AhoAHABBEEECCaAuUUSSEe YYOOuUUrEEDDOOIINnNGGbBOOOoTThHH!!” “I don’t know…hard to say” John answered as he kept the sketch comedy cutie in stitches, working both tan pits until they were getting pink and Marcello’s laughter started spiking with humiliating squeals. “I know it sucked not having your numbers rolled this time but actually, you guys got the better end of the deal” John explained without leaving Marcello’s wonderfully ticklish underarms.

“We did?” Irwin asked. “Yep. See, since you guys didn’t get rolled, you went at the same time, well that was the plan until Marcello didn’t wanna play along, but that means that the number I did roll gets both pits tickled at the same time” John laid out, making Patrick’s humored expression melt again into concern. “Wait, what? I thought I got to skip the pits!” “Who told you that?” John grinned before shimmying over a little until he was behind Patrick’s chair. “NO! Come on, these rules don’t make any sense!” “Too bad you’re not the one controlling the game” Krasinski answered with a smart-ass rebuttal seconds before launching into Patrick’s equally smooth armpits.

“AAGhAhAOhAOHGGoOhoDDAAmMMiIiTT!! AhANNOO! AohAGGEETToOoUUTTOoFFTThhEERERREE!!” Patrick shouted with sudden intensity as his Abercrombie face twisted and stretched with resistance to the tickling and being overtaken by the strong laughter he couldn’t fight. “Your feet are definitely ticklish but I think your pits have them beat” John happily pointed out as he coaxed out a much more unhinged reaction than the first time he’d tickled Patrick, forcing the son of Hollywood royalty into thrashing outbursts of frustrated laughter with just a few fingers making deep circles in the depths of both delicious armpits. “FFuUUCCKKHoOoAAFF!!” “Did your voice just break?” John laughed. “NNoAohAOHA!! AOhAohACCoOohmMEEOOHONN!” “There it is again!” John taunted as the fingers in his pits undermined any ego Schwarzenegger had, forcing him to make noises he couldn’t stand and wrestle with the straps keeping him so vulnerable.

“I think his pits are worse than me or Marcello’s” Robert pointed out with a smirk. “SSHHUuUuTTTuUPPAoAOHA!!” “I think you’re right” John answered as the few fingers suddenly became 10 dancing around with a lighter yet more involved approach, taking Patrick by surprise. “AAhAohAOOhAOhAOhSSTToHOHohOHOPP!!” “Too bad you don’t have any hair in these pits to shield you a little bit” Krasinski rubbed in as his fingertips wiggled and spidered around in both exposed underarms to keep Patrick laughing his ass off. “FFuUUCCKKOoOoFFAOhAOHA!! BBRREAAaAkk!! GGiIVVEEmMMEEAAbBbRREEAAKK!” “Who said there were breaks? Mighty presumptuous of you” John answered with zero sympathy for Patrick’s violent reaction to the armpit tickling, instead relishing the sadistic pleasure of the unique situation he’d been so lucky to find himself in again.

While John did indeed have a sinister side to him and loved tickling guys like Patrick as much as he could, he understood how to get the most out of these sessions. Wearing out your ticklee too soon is something he’d learned to avoid and as much as he would’ve loved to sit in Patrick’s armpits for hours, the session wasn’t about what he wanted. He was there to bring The Hollywood Tickler’s wishes to fruition and that meant spreading the love for the whole 2 hours. “You fellas sure must work out a good bit…I wonder if your stomachs are as solid as they look” John soon questioned before dividing his attention again as he moved between Patrick and Marcello and went after their stomachs with one claw hand for each of them.

“OohAohAOhMMOooTThHEERFfuUuCCkKERRAhA!!” “DDUuUhUDDheEAAOHAoH!!” Patrick and Marcello’s fresh hysterics matched each other as John’s strong hands kneaded into Marcello’s shallow abs and Patrick’s defined ones, easily making both of them flounder around in their chairs once again. “You are way too good at this” Robert laughed like he was impressed and unsettled at the same time. “This isn’t my first rodeo” John assured as his supreme grip strength made for two horribly effective tickle claws, making the SNL standout go crazy with thrashing fits against the straps and an unending stream of giggly laughter while Patrick began to sweat from fighting his situation so much and laughing nearly as hard as he had with two hands in his armpits.  

“CCOhOOOhMMmEEOoONnMMAAHANN!! FFuUCCkKIinNGgAhAsSTTohOHHOPP!!” Patrick yelled as the abs he was so proud of began to feel the burn of the concentrated tickling and continuous laughter. “You’re gonna have to beg me” John asserted, knowing that would be a tall order for Patrick. “AhoAAFFfUuCkKYYOouAhhAmMAAHANN! JJUuSSTTGGiIVVEEiiITT AAAaharREEESSSTT!!” “Come on, hot shot, beg me” John reiterated without missing a beat on either of the tight bellies. “PPLLLLEEASSE!! AohAPPLLLeEAASSEeSSTTOOHOPp TTiICCkKLLIINnNGGmMmEEE!!” Marcello gave in to appease Krasinski but his suffering didn’t go away. “Sorry, Marcello, I’m tickling both of you until Patrick begs me to stop” John laid out, getting a ‘are you fucking kidding me??’ look from Hernandez as Patrick’s pride kept him from obeying.

“DDUuUDDEe!! AOHAJJUuUSSTTDDOOoIIiTTAOhAOHA!!” Marcello tried to convince as John’s hands started chomping up and down their sides and hips, igniting a different beast of sensations. “AAHOHOAHSSHhIIiITT!!” Patrick let out as the new wave of stimulation hit him too. “Say it” John doubled down with locked eye contact on Patrick, wanting to watch his ego bend as he gave up. Patrick gritted his teeth between squirming with laughter and yanked on the wrist straps like he’d pay to make them snap as John kept squeezing and chomping into his toned body. “AAHAOhAOhOOKOKAOHAOH!! PPLLLEeAASSEE!! PLLLEeAASSEESSTTohOPPTTIIiCCkKKLLlIIiNnGGmMmEE!!” Patrick finally gave in and John’s ruthless hands backed away. “I knew you’d wise up sooner or later” Krasinski added with a playfully evil wink, getting an exhausted eye roll from Patrick.

“How are you such a nice guy and such a dick at the same time??” Marcello questioned like he didn’t get it. “I can be both, can’t I?” John laughed as he made his way down to Robert, earning a look of worried realization from the bound blonde. “Oh, no, don’t you wanna roll that die again or something??” Irwin asked as he tensed up. “Don’t worry, we’ll get back to that soon enough” John answered before plowing into Robert’s abs and thighs at the same time, using one hand to dig around in the tan stomach and squeeze up and down his leg with perfect multitasking. “OooAhOAhOAHoHASShhiITTNNoOAohAOHA!! AALLLRRiiGGHtTTAHAH!! YYOOuUWWIIINN!!” Robert surrendered in hopes it would help him out but it didn’t spare him from the undivided attention of one of the resident tickle masters.

“Boy, all three of you guys are just ticklish all over” John laughed as he got Robert howling just like he wanted, manhandling the left thigh from the knee to the edge of the green swim trunks and daggering into his collection of abs until Robert was going nuts in the tickle chair. “AHAHA!! OOOHKOOKAOhAOHAOHA!! FFUuuCCKKAOHAOH! PLLLEEASSE! PPPLLLLEeAAsSEeESSTTOhOHPPP TTiIiCCKKLIINnGMmEE!” Robert soon spat like he’d remembered what’d gotten the others off the hook, using most of the focus he could muster just to say it. “Begging only works if I tell you to” John grinned as he admired Robert’s handsome hysterics and the way his laughter jumped all over the place.

“OHOhOMmyyGGoOhoDDAohAOHA!! CCoOOOHMmEEOoONnAohA!!” Irwin roared into the air with sweat building on his neck and chest as John moved from the left leg to the right and started tickling his nipples and ribs with his other hand, dancing his fingers across his chest one second and jabbing up and down his ribs the next for a real mind-fuck of a game. “AAOhOohAohANNoOnNOAOHOAhA!! JJOhhHNnAohAOHAAPLLLEEAASSEEAhA!! AohAOHAAohAOHIiICCaAAnNnTTAAkkkEEiIiITT!!” Robert confessed through his bright, exaggerated smile as he writhed around at the extent of the hellacious chair and his toes and fists clenched like he was holding onto a ride he couldn’t get off of. His perky pink nipples stood at full attention wildly alert under John’s teasing fingers and his ribs became his personal piano to play with unending pokes and digs while his thighs were nothing short of brilliantly ticklish, with the chomps and squeezes up and down the right leg threatening to make Robert scream with laughter every few seconds.

John could’ve broken Irwin within minutes, tickled him over the edge until he was drained and wiped out. But once again, as a good tickler does, he gauged the situation and backed off at just the right time, letting the hunky TV personality relax. “Oh my god, that’s bloody terrible…holy hell” Robert admitted as he caught his breath and the camera captured the look of unique bewilderment on his face, the one The Hollywood Tickler never got tired of seeing when he watched the videos back or saw it happen in person. John knew that look of course. He’d brought plenty of guys to that point and had also experienced the exhilarating, torturous laugh riot that agreeing to a deal with The Hollywood Tickler usually brought. The Hollywood Tickler himself had tickled John beyond silly during the run of The Office years earlier. On days like today, he could almost still feel the pen drawing on his bare feet.

All six eyes watched John as he made his way back to the table and took the die in his hand, curious and anxious about what he had in mind and what direction things were about to go. “We’re gonna switch things up a little bit now. Each of you are going to get a turn and the die is going to determine what comes your way. Each number means a different outcome but you won’t know until it’s been decided” Krasinski explained, casting a fresh wave of suspense over the ticklish trio. “Fuck me, man…” Patrick let out like he didn’t like the sound of this. “So, we don’t get to know what each number means until afterwards??” Marcello asked. “It’s more fun that way” John answered with a scheming smirk, only intensifying the gang’s anticipation.

“You’re up first, Marcello” John announced as he tossed the die around in his hand with an unsettling amount of power at his fingertips. “You could at least let me blow on it for good luck; maybe that’d help me out” he halfway joked. “I don’t think luck’s gonna do you much good here” Krasinski pointed out as he rolled the die and watched it land on a number. “Oh, buddy haha…it’s a 3” John announced. “3? What does 3 mean?? Is that good or bad?!” Marcello asked with anxious eyes. “From the way he said it, I don’t think it’s good” Patrick pointed out. “Oh, fuck me, dude” Marcello added with a realized dread as John reached below the table and started putting on some kind of gloves. “What is that? Come on, what is that??” Hernandez asked. “Those are dog grooming gloves” Robert identified. “What?! I’m not a fucking dog, man!” Marcello pointed out. “This isn’t for grooming you, don’t worry” John assured with a sneaky grin as he moved over to Marcello so he was kneeling in front of the right foot near Robert, making Hernandez squirm in his seat with fresh suspense.

“1 would’ve meant you got a certain thing and 2 would’ve meant another but 3, well three means you get both” John explained, unnerving Marcello a little more. “No fucking way, dude…you could just roll again! Just one more time!” Hernandez laughingly tried to convince. “This isn’t a negotiation” John reminded before wrapping both hands around the edges of Marcello’s helpless feet and rubbing the textured glove fingers across both sets of rosy balls, instantly igniting a new explosive uproar. “OoHOAOhAOhAOHAOHFFFUuCCKK!!” Marcello erupted with wide-eyed horror as the black bristles dragged in different directions, annihilating his soft soles with each back and forth.

Robert and Patrick watched in unique awe of the development and both cringed at the idea of the gloves on their own feet, knowing it was entirely possible to encounter the same wrath. But the gloves quickly became only one of Marcello’s problems when John leaned closer to the left foot nearest Patrick and started nibbling on the peachy arch. “AAAHAHAHWWhhAATTThhEEFFuUUCCKkAohAOHAOHA!! NNOoaoHAOH! SSTTOHOHOHPP!! AOhAOHFFUuUUCKKIINNngGAOAHSSTTOhOHPP!!” Marcello shouted with newfound desperation as he melted deeper into the chair with uncontrollable jerks back and forth against the straps and tried kicking away but of course couldn’t.

“I guess that was what he meant by ‘both’” Robert added with a surreal look in his eyes as the 27 year old was reduced to delirious laughter and spouting bits of breathless Spanish, totally wrecked by the combination attack he’d had the misfortune of rolling. John’s front teeth worked up and down the juicy side of his foot like a machine, steadily munching away while his gloved hands continued brushing the balls and then the heels in a motion like he was juicing a lemon. “AAAHAhHAHAAHOHOHOAH!! PPPLLLEEAASSEEE!!” Marcello begged with obvious sensory overload as he floundered in the chair like he was losing his mind and his legs yanked on the straps to free his poor feet. “I haven’t even nibbled on your other foot yet. Why would I stop now?” John questioned like it was silly to even think that he would back off before leaning over to the other foot and going to town again.

“NOO! Come on, pleAAsSEEAOAHAOHAOHA!! AAHH! AAHoHAOhAohaoAOAHOAHAOHAAOH!!!!” Marcello dissolved into a fit of overflowing, defeated laughter and more desperate Spanish through his wide smile. Krainski’s devious side was in full force, now focusing the gloves on the tasty toes while he nibbled away like a hungry beaver on the other foot’s arch with the same untamed thirst to keep Hernandez a laughing maniac in the tickle chair. The textured fingers of the gloves overwhelmed Marcello’s toes with unfair ease, rubbing them between all five fingers to tickle the tops and bottoms and the spaces between on a loop like he was looking for one toe in particular but couldn’t decide which he like the most.

The video camera picked up on the surprise in Marcello’s voice every time the nibbling’s intensity made him shriek and scream with laughter, like he couldn’t believe it was actually happening or that it tickled so fucking bad. That, combined with the diabolical grooming gloves were enough to break Marcello, tickling him to the point of offering to return the money he’d been given if it meant sparing his feet from that level of tickling. That convinced John he’d gotten him good enough for now, standing up and looking down at the handsome comedian reeling with over-stimulation as the tickle tornado suddenly vanished.

“I’ll admit that was pretty mean of me but I didn’t decide it; the die did” Krasinski pointed out with another cheeky smirk as he moved back over to the table and pulled the gloves off. “Holy shit…I thought I was gonna die, man…that’s gotta be how they punish people in hell…it’s gotta be” Marcello added as he caught his breath, his humor telling John that despite how badly he’d destroyed him, he was still alright. “I haven’t been to hell to know but I wouldn’t be surprised. Next up, Terminator Junior himself” John announced, making Patrick groan with premature dread. John grabbed the die again and rolled it with even higher stakes than before now that Schwarzenegger knew this would likely be worse than anything yet.

“You’re not gonna believe this but it’s another 3!” John announced. “Bullshit! No way – let me see that thing!” Patrick disputed. “It’s a one in three chance, man…it’s not that unlikely” Krasinski pointed out as Patrick looked over at the clock, hoping they would only have a few minutes left but the time read nearly 40 minutes remaining. John walked back over to the preppy brunette with a long vibrator wand in hand and Patrick zeroed in on it like he’d never been nervous about an inanimate object before in his life. “Seriously??” “Oh, 100%” John grinned before turning it on and standing beside Patrick to stick the buzzing head right in his armpit.

“NNOoAoohAOhAOHAOHGGoOODDAohAOHA!! FFUUuCCKKAOhAOHA!!” the vibrating wand worked on Patrick like a match made in heaven, buzzing away into his smooth sweet spot and even teasing his ribs a little, forcing that incredible smile back to full power. The wand already had Patrick bouncing around and laughing directly from his gut but Robert and Marcello watched as an electric toothbrush was pulled from John’s pocket, earning looks from the other two like they’d spotted the killer in the movie before the main character as it too was turned on and John extended his arm out to unleash it on Patrick’s dreamy toes.

“AAhAHahANNoOAOAH!! FFFUUCCkKyYOoUAuoUuAhAOHA!! AAFFuUUCCkKIInNnGGTooOOTThHBBRRUuSSSHH!!” “Yep, a fucking toothbrush” John happily confirmed as he kept up with whatever direction Patrick’s foot jerked around, teasing the tan tops of all five toes and buzzing between them to make him squeal whenever it hit the most intense spots. “I guess you could call this the battery-powered tickle approach” Krasinski laughed as he wielded the vibrator wand like the weapon it was and filled the opposite pit with the pulsating power. “AAGGhAOhAOhAFFuUUCCkKiiNnGAHAHAhA SSTToHohOHOPP!! CCOmMEEoOohOHNNN!!” Patrick almost begged as the dual tickling proved even worse than he'd imagined, making his cheeks sore from smiling and his abs hurt again from laughing as John played him like the tickle master he was.

“I want to hear which toe tickles the most” John added as he moved to the other foot with the electric toothbrush. “AAHohAIIiDDoOOnNTTkkNNOoWWAHA!” “Come on, you know which one…don’t lie either; I’ll know if you do” John assured as he made his way down the line of long, delectable toes and started teasing Patrick’s nipples with the wand, taking him by surprise. “AhoAHOAH!! OokOoKKAHOAH!! TThHhEEEPPIiNNNkKKyY!!” Patrick spilled before he could think of why Krasinski would want to know and John stuck the toothbrush right against the smallest toe the same time as he shoved the wand back into the right armpit, hitting Patrick with a truly evil double whammy like only one of The Hollywood Tickler’s chosen few could.

“AAAAAGHHAHA!! AAAOH!! NOOOhAOHAOH!! NNoAOHAOH!! JJEESSUUSSFFuUCCkKiIiNnGGhAHAHCCHhRRIiSSTT!! AOHAOHASSSTTOHHOOP!!” Patrick wailed with tortured laughter at the top of his lungs as he became a rag doll of a man bucking around in the chair and trying to bend his body or kick his foot in some way that made any of it at least a little less unbearable but found no relief.  “PPPLLLEEeAASSEE!! AHoAOHAOHSSTTOHhOOPPP!! AOhAOHAoOOHhSShHiIITTAOHAOHA!!” Patrick raged as full-body laughter took him over and he prayed the begging would work like it had before. “Tell me you love being tickled” John instructed without backing off the gas even a little, knowing it was one of HT’s favorite things to make his ticklees admit. “AHOAHOAAPPLLLLEEAASSEE! IIMMBBeEGGGiNnGGAHAH!!” Patrick tried again with mounting desperation but neither the wand nor toothbrush left him.

“Say ‘I love being tickled’ for everyone and I’ll stop” John doubled down and watched Patrick wrestle with surrendering the admission that somehow was worse than normal begging. “AHAOhAOHAALLLRRIIIGGHhTT!! IILLLOoOVVEEE BEEEIIInNnGGAHAHATTiIICCKKLLLEEDD!!” Patrick shouted as clearly as he could between consuming outbursts of laughter and finally won John over. “Son of a bitch…goddammit” Patrick let out as he slumped in the chair and remembered what it felt like to not have something buzzing or vibrating or tickling him. “Come on, you just said how you loved being tickled” John teased, earning another glare from Patrick like the humiliating confession was exactly as emasculating as John had planned.

“Now, for Mr. Irwin…what number will you get?” John questioned like some twisted game show host as he put the wand and toothbrush away and grabbed the die, but instead of rolling it, he stopped himself. “Ya know what? I think I want to do something different” John decided as he grabbed something else from below the table. “What do you mean?” Robert asked with a nervous look in his eye and uncertainty in his voice. “I just figure we should end things on a bang…go all out” John answered as he slid a blindfold across Robert’s eyes. “A blindfold??” “That’s not all, champ” John added as he popped a set of noise-cancelling headphones on the Aussie heartthrob. “Hey! Hey, come on! This is crazy! Seriously!!” Robert complained with a nervous, confused grin as he looked around like surely he could see or hear something if he tried hard enough.

But as Irwin sat totally helpless and clueless as to what was happening around him, John untied Marcello and Patrick. The surprise of being let go before the time was all the way up and seeing where things were going seemed to remedy any hard feelings either of them had toward John as all three guys prepared to execute the change of plans. “This is crazy! Come on, just tell me what’s going on” Robert laughingly tried to convince as he shifted in his seat with mounting uneasiness and the other three in the room raided the tool selection before making their way over to Irwin.

“I’m gonna get his feet; you guys get everywhere else” John announced and Patrick and Marcello happily chose spots to target on the animal lover. “He’s gonna fucking freak” Marcello whispered with obvious excitement to be on this side of things. “He can’t hear us” Patrick pointed out. “Oh yeah, duh” Hernandez laughed. “Let’s all get him at once. 1…2…3!” John counted down before the newly formed trio pounced on the youngest of them with everything they had.

Marcello went after Robert’s nipples with an electric toothbrush and started dancing a feather around his neck, instantly making his head bob around trying to block the feather and he jumped at the electric stimulation buzzing away at his chest. At the same time, Patrick fired up a massage gun and started running the pulsating head along Robert’s thighs and stomach back and forth. With his other hand he used a feather duster to swirl in one of his armpits, taking advantage of the smooth surface. Not even a second later, John struck, taking hold of one of Irwin’s amazing feet in his hand and nibbling away with sloppy affection along the arch and balls while his other hand reached over to scrub it with a hairbrush. To put it simply, Robert lost his mind.

“NNOAOHAOHAohAOh!! AOhWWOohAAOHAOH!! HHoOoOWWMMAAnNyYAhAAARRREETThHEERREAAHAH!! oOHAOAHGGOoODDAohAOHA!! SSTTOOHOHOPP!! OohoHAAOAHSSTThOhHOOPPP!! AOHOAHACCOOoHOHMMEEOoOONNAAHAHA!!” Irwin came alive in a way none of them had seen thus far, pushed from zero to 100 in about five seconds until he was thrashing around against the straps with a feral need to escape the gang tickling as his gorgeous smile shined to its maximum wattage with the kind of intense laughter no man ever just produced naturally. You have to be brought to that point and they’d made it happen.

“Holy shit, man! He’s going crazy!” Marcello laughed as he bombarded Robert’s neck with the feather and started running the electric toothbrush up his arm after finding it was ticklish too. That one was too fun of a find not to milk. “I think I’m starting to see why this Hollywood Tickler guy is into this…it’s twisted but it’s strangely a lot of fun” Patrick admitted while focusing the massage gun all over Irwin’s underwear model abs and using the feather duster on his other armpit without ever losing track of either pace. “You might not say that if you were the one we were ganging up on right now” John pointed out. “I think I’d probably cry or pee myself” Patrick laughed as John jumped to the opposite of Irwin’s bare feet and went after his cute toes this time, stuffing the whole row in his mouth and snaking his tongue between them while his teeth nibbled away at the tips. Meanwhile, his other hand picked up brushing away at the first foot as if the small army of plastic bristles had fallen in love with Robert’s satin soles.

“AAAHAOHAOAOKOOOKAAOHAOAHAOH!!! PPPLLLLEEAASSEEAHAAH!! SSTTOhHOOHPP!! SSSTTOHhoOHPPP!! AOHAOHAAIIIICCAAAAHhnNnTTT!! AOhAOHAAOhIIiGGiIiVVEEuUUPPPAAHAH!! GGuUUYyYSSPPPPLLLEEeAASSEE!!” Robert begged as screams of laughter barely gave him a chance to get any words out at all. His boy next door laughter, the one they’d all been charmed by earlier, had been dialed up to a 15 by John’s insatiable licking and nibbling on his tasty feet and the collection of tools Patrick and Marcello were overwhelming the rest of him with. “Hey, try using your mouths a little. He’ll really love that” John suggested and Marcello and Patrick looked at each other like they knew they wouldn’t normally tickle anyone this way but the circumstances tended to bring out the tickle monster in anyone who wasn’t the one tied up.   

Marcello kneeled down and started blowing raspberries across his belly and up his side while Patrick started licking around in his armpit like it was a bowl of ice cream he wanted clean, shocking Robert again with an audible surprise in his violent laughter while John held Irwin’s buttery toes apart to wiggle his tongue between them, helping to drive Robert to the point of breathless begging and laughing like a toy they’d broken so that was all he could do anymore. When the timer finally went off, each of them had trouble pulling away from Irwin but John made sure they all stopped and they took his headphones and blindfold off.

“What…was that??” a totally wiped-out Irwin asked as he caught his breath the best he could. “I guess I wanted a good finale. You just happened to draw the short end of the stick. It probably should’ve been Patrick but he might’ve sent his dad to kick my ass after” John teased. “How about I just feed you to a croc instead?” Robert questioned with a tired smile as they undid his straps. “Careful, now. You’re the one still mostly in that chair” John pointed out, convincing Robert to practically rip the rest of the straps off him to avoid any more tickle attention, making the rest of them laugh as he yanked his legs back toward him when he could to make sure his feet were out of reach. “Maybe next time, we can tickle you instead” Patrick suggested, getting a dismissive laugh from John. “Yeah, that’s not fucking happening.”