The Coral Hotel, The Bahamas …
3.31 pm
The hooker closed the hotel room door and then made her way down the carpeted hall.
Her pink stiletto heels made no noise at all as she strutted towards the elevator.
Chewing gum, she flicked her long blonde head of hair over her left shoulder and placed oversized white rimmed sunglasses on the tip of her nose.
The Margot Robbie look-a-like pressed a perfectly manicured nail on the elevators down button as she adjusted the strap of her leopard print vest, the hotel room key card snug tight in her other hand.
As she blew her gum out of her glistening red lips, the elastic substance formed a large sky blue bubble and the elevator arrived with a ping just as the bubble exploded with a pop.
The hooker stepped inside the empty elevator, the doors closing behind her.
The elevator travelled down the height of The Coral Hotel, passing floors one by one until it had to annoyingly pause at floor number three.
The doors slid open and a middle aged ordinary couple joined the hooker, smiling at her politely.
The husband couldn’t help but assess the hookers chest before his wife nudged him back into position.
The doors slid shut and the elevator continued its journey, the couple completely unaware of what the hooker had set up just five minutes ago, several floors above in the hotel room she had just left.
Eventually the elevator arrived at the lobby.
The doors slid open.
The couple shuffled out first, then the hooker left the elevator, her heels now making a large clicking sound over expensive marble flooring as she made her way towards two men who sat on an armchair each in the waiting area just near the hotels entrance, a large leather bag resting between them over expensive carpet.
The hooker stopped in front of both men and placed on hand on her hip.
“Drive By?” She asked.
Both men nodded.
“I’m Will,” the man on the right said, his index finger pointing over to the man on the left, “This is Brad. You received your payment?”
The hooker nodded, handing the key card to Will as she began her exit, strutting towards the hotels large glass doors.
“He’s all yours,” she said, the scent of Chanel perfume wafting up The Drive By Ticklers’ noses as the hooker breezed past them.
Will looked down at the key card, the number ‘338’ printed on its front.
He turned to Brad and narrowed his eyes in focus.
“They’ve hired us because we’re the best. Don’t fuck this up.”
Brad stood from the armchair and cracked his knuckles.
“He’s been a fantasy of mine for years. I don’t fuck up when dreams come true,” grinned Brad.
Will picked up the gym bag and together they headed towards the elevator, where they began to make their way to …
Zac lay blindfolded and tied in the starfish position to a lavish king sized bed, his strong wrists and thick ankles tightly bound to each corner with dry white rope.
His tanned, muscular frame writhed slowly over the bed sheets, his fists curling into balls as he patiently waited for the hooker to return …
“… Bitch …” he whispered to himself, slowly coming to terms with the all of the concerning possibilities running through his mind;
She’s probably left with my wallet …
Fuck, my phone …
Has she taken photo’s of me like this?
I’m sure she’ll be back soon …
Zac wore a skimpy white thong, his feet bare, his cock still erect from the massage the hooker had given him before he had allowed her to attach a sleeping mask to his face and tie him down for what she had promised would be, ‘some real fun’ …
Despite his anxiety, Zac still felt aroused, his dicks throbbing girth squashed up beneath the stretchy elasticated cotton that made up the ladies underwear the hooker had asked him to wear for the final part of their meet up, a meet up that had really just been planned as a way of getting him into place, dressed the way he was, prepped like a honey glazed chunk of ham for …
… Click …
Zac flinched as he heard the hotel door open.
Relief washed over him as footsteps shuffled over carpet …
Up until now, he had laid here in silence with nothing but the ocean air and sound of seagulls outside the open window as company …
“Hey, babe,” Zac stared through darkness, his head lifting off the pillow, the blindfold snug around his face, “You uh, you were waaaaay longer than five minutes …” his toned abs and broad, hairy chest were lit by the blue sky and sunlight beaming from outside, “… I uh, I actually thought you’d left for good …” he chuckled nervously.
The room remained quiet as Zac turned his head cautiously from left to right.
“Babe?”
Whispering …
Tutting …
The sound of a heavy bag dropping to the floor with a thud …
Zac tried to sit up, the rope knotted around his wrists only allowing him to rest on his elbows.
Another few seconds of complete silence … And then …
“—Whoa!”
Zac’s entire body shifted in surprise as fingertips swiped up the sole of his right foot.
He jolted so quickly, so suddenly and with such strength that the hotel bed creaked and wobbled, its solid frame squeaking beneath his bound, muscular body.
Zac remained still, his chin pressed against his chest, his fists clenched tight …
“Don’t, don’t do that again, babe,” Zac warned, “Come on, ta, take the blindfold off … I wanna see you give me that blow job you prom—”
Zac jerked into a fierce singular bounce as his left foot fell victim to a second swipe of a fingertip …
Once he had landed on the mattress, he shuffled towards the end of the bed as quickly as he could, bending his knees slightly so he could plant both of his soles flat down over the bed sheets, the rope around his wrists keeping his arms stretched above him, his furry pits open and exposed …
“Yeah, o, okay, babe, very funny … ” Zac remained erect beneath his thong, excited by the hookers playful, teasing ways, whilst still a little worried that he was expertly restrained, completely blindfolded and utterly vulnerable, stretched out for her to do as she wished, “… How, how about you go back to doing what you were doing, just before you lef—”
Zac hissed as fingers jabbed into his sides …
Once,
“Oof!—-”
Twice,
“Aghh!—”
Three times!
“Mnnn!—”
He jerked to the right, desperate to escape the sudden pokes, his lips pressed together as his bulging body thrashed across the mattress.
He stayed still, determined not to laugh, his eyelashes rubbing agains the blindfold strapped across the top half of his head.
Huff, huff, huff …
Zac tried to remain calm for now.
His nostrils flared, he took in a deep breath, he relaxed his muscles, keen to not let the shock get the better of him.
“O, okay, al, alright,” Zac exhaled through an ‘O’ shape he had created with his mouth, “You … You like tickling me, huh? How about you untie me and I tickle you, babe? How does that sound?”
The hooker gave no response.
Zac laid his body back down carefully, his head resting on the pillow.
Suddenly, five straightened fingers forced their way into his right armpit, their tips invading its hairy depths with relentless strength.
“WHAT—” he yelped.
Zac threw his ticklish body to the left side of the mattress, his long arms and throbbing legs snatched fiercely back by the rope around his wrists and ankles, his dire attempts to yank himself away from the force penetrating his right underarm equally as passionate as they were desperate …
“Holy shit—” Zac huffed, his heavy weight bouncing over the bed as the fingers continued their wiggle deep inside his right armpit, “Lady, LADY— come on, stop it, STOP IT—”
The fingers left Zac’s underarm, allowing Zac to shuffle back into a laid out position with a sigh.
Zac chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Girl, you uh, you shoulda told me you were planning on tickling me, I … I, I don’t like surprises,” Zac admitted, “You could’ve just asked and I, I, I— Oohhh, oh yeah, that’s more like it …”
Zac peered his blindfolded head over his fuzzy chest as he glanced down towards his left foot, unable to see the events taking place at the bottom of the mattress, but fully able to feel them instead …
… The feeling of a long, wet, slippery tongue curling around his left big toe …
“… Damn …” Zac’s toes flexed as the tongue slid between them firmly, its shape and length licking each silky smooth digit without hesitation, “… Babe, I’ve never had my toes sucked before, it feels so good …”
The tongue slurped and coiled around each fleshy between, Zac’s toes now drenched in saliva, the dribble oozing down his sole …
To Zac, this was just messy kinkiness, but for the tongue this was a sneaky way of naturally lubricating the foot from toe to heel …
“—Agh, babe, seriously?”
Zac winced and stretched his jaw open as fingers returned to the bottom of his left foot, where they scratched and scribbled across the dribble soaked skin with relentless speed.
“DAMNIT—” Zac threw himself forwards and kicked his legs, his mind and body once again alarmed by the sudden and unexpected tickling taking place, “En, enough with the tickling! Lady, come on! For, for real, its not cool, its not funny! I wish I wasn’t tied up, holy fuck! Why’d you tie me up! Damn, holy fu— damn—”
Just like the previous ‘out of the blue’ attacks, this one stopped as quickly as it had started, leaving Zac confused and bewildered as he stared into the darkness of his blindfold.
“What the h—”
The hookers silence was just as teasing as the tickling itself, creating a sense of mild discomfort within Zac that he felt needed to be addressed.
“Listen, babe, I uh, I really can’t stand being tickled,” he admitted, “This shit isn’t for me. It’s, it’s not what I hired you for …”
Zac turned his head from left to right as he felt the hookers presence near his upper body.
His senses were now on high alert - he had no idea where she might touch next …
He jolted once again as soon as he felt lips around the palm of his right hand.
Zac relaxed as the hooker kissed his palm, taking his thumb in her mouth by catching it with her teeth.
She then began to suck it, her long tongue wrapping around its thick length.
“Mnn—” Zac bit his lower lip, “—You like to suck, huh?” Zac raised his hips, his cock still erect within the skimpy white thong hugging his balls and waist, “Go back down there, babe. Please? Suck me down there …”
As requested, the tongue and lips left Zac’s thumb and her presence began to move towards Zac’s hips.
Zac could feel her rest on the edge of the mattress.
Zac parted his mouth and looked through the darkness of the blindfold as fingertips hooked beneath the thin, string like waist band of the thong.
RRRRRRRIP!
The thong was torn from Zac’s body, allowing his erection and balls to spring free.
Zac gasped, peering into black over his chest, suggesting that the blindfold be removed next.
“I wanna see you, babe,” Zac huffed, his hips rolling gently from side to side as his cock stood to attention, wobbling gently from left to right before resting over the flatness of his stomach, “Please, let me see you?”
Zac had to lift his butt away from the bedsheets as the thong’s now torn material could be pulled away from him.
Zac now lay naked, tied to the bed, the sleeping mask still covering his eyes.
“Damn,” Zac allowed realisation to wash over him as the reality of his situation landed in his mind.
He had never been tied this way, never been put into such a vulnerable situation …
Zac slowly looked down to his waist as he felt something long and soft brush gently between his balls.
“No, babe,” Zac spoke in a deep growl, “No more tickling, come on, wait, is, is that a feather …?” he tried to close his legs together as the feather wiggled around the base of his cock, it's sharp but delicate edge sliding gently around the silky smooth expanse of flesh that made up his taint, “… That’s, that’s a feather! Fuck! You’re driving me crazy!” Zac admitted, “What are you doing?!”
That feather slowly worked its way up Zac’s abs, where his torso began to twist from left to right, the fluttery tool now brushing sporadically across his nipples.
Zac giggled breathlessly as he tried to look down at where the sensation would take place next, his sight completely removed, therefore heightening the level of ticklishness in ways he wished he could control.
“Please, enough, enough—” Zac panted, the fact that he would now be tied and tickled until the hooker released him creating a large sense of panic he felt keen to quench, “—I didn’t pay you for this, this isn’t what we talked about, come on, babe, seriously, come on!”
The feather continued to wiggle over nipples that were once squishy and soft, and were now transforming into pin like, rock solid points …
“No, no, no—” Zac huffed, the feather leaving his nipples where it instead wiggled across his lips and nose, “—This is fucking crazy, lady! You’re starting to piss me off—” Zac declared, his nose wriggling, his lips pressing into themselves to conceal their sensitivity, “Untie me, mnn! Come on! This — mnnn— this isn’t cool!”
Zac exhaled a deep chunk of frustration as the feather left his face.
He lay there, panting, irritated and annoyed, his toes scrunching up tightly, his fists curled into balls.
As his cock twitched, he turned his head to the right.
“Babe?”
Another beat of silence, the creak of the floorboards beneath the carpet as a footstep landed closer towards the right side of the bed.
“Babe…” Zac’s voice deepened.
Btzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz …
Zac’s entire body stiffened as he took in the unexpected sound of high pitched buzzing.
“What the fuck is that?” Zac wished he could hide the concern saturating his voice but by this point that was almost impossible, “Babe, what the fuck is that …?” He repeated.
Suddenly, fast whizzing bristles landed on his right collarbone.
Zac jumped, his five foot eight frame kept into place by the rope binding his wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed, his legs now kicking and thrashing as the bristles whizzed across his chest and over to his left collarbone.
“Is that an electric toothbrush?” Zac cried, “Is that a, a fucking electric toothbrush? Get the fuck offa me!”
Zac bit his upper lip as the electric toothbrush began to draw taunting circles around his shoulder, where it purposefully teased the idea that it would eventually enter his left underarm.
Zac could feel the spinning head gradually near his left armpit, its buzzing whizz nearing his underarm hair second by second …
“No! What the fuck are you doing!” Zac yelped, his giggling now completely uncontrollable, “What the fuck are you doing! Oh my god, oh my god, this is fucking insane!” Zac couldn’t quite believe his circumstance as the electric toothbrush finally made its way into his left armpit, the whizzing bristles buzzing past curls of damp, brown hair where they eventually landed into the moist depths of his underarm, “Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fu-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huhck — HOOAH! — OH FUCK—” Zac spat out alarm as the pressure of the electric toothbrush increased, its presence being forced in deeper, harder within the sweaty crevase that made up Zac’s left underarm, sending the thirty five year old into a spasm of uncontrollable thrashing and squirming, “—OH FUH—HAHA-HAHA-HAHA-HAHAH-AHAHA-AHAHA-AHAHA-AHAHA-AHAHA-AHAHA-AHAHA— lady, stop! — DAMN, DA-HAHAHA-AHAHAHA-AHAHAHA-AHHAHA—AMN—”
Zac had never been tickled like this before, restrained naked and made to take the torment without being able to see, his mind now overwhelmed by the sensory overload taking place in the middle of his left armpit.
“You did this on purpose!” Zac heaved, his body bouncing to the right, “You knew you were gonna tickle me, you fucking bitch!” Zac bounced over to the left, “I want my money back, this is fucking fucked, babe! Fucking fucked!” Zac bounced his way closer to the headboard, in an attempt to pull his forearms closer towards his chest, to hide his pits the best he possibly could …
When Zac heard the rope squeak, a part of him thought, just for a second, that he might be able to break free …
Zac pressed his lips together and squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold as he pushed out his chest and used all the muscular strength in his arms to pull his hands closer towards his torso, in an attempt to physically snap the parts of the bed the rope was attached to…
“Mnn—” his body shook as his fierce strength tried its damn hardest, the electric toothbrush now buzzing down his right side, towards his balls, “—Mnn, fuck—” Zac’s body deflated suddenly as soon as the vibrating bristles began to buzz around his taint, “—FUCK NO!” He thrashed around over the mattress, the bed frame creaking, the sheets beneath creasing under his fast kicking legs and frantic, dragging heels, “—FUCK THIS IS INSANE, BABE, QUIT IT, PLEASE, YOU’RE DRIVING MY FUCKING CRAZY!”
‘The hooker’ had slowly led Zac into a realm of unwanted hysteria, his cheeks now red, his skin shimmering under a thin layer of sweat …
What had started as a joke that consisted of a few jibs and jabs had then gradually transformed into a feather between the thighs, a playful circumstance Zac could just about deal with …
But the electric toothbrush, to Zac, seemed to be a chosen tool specifically required for something purely hellish like this, communicating the fact to Zac that this person had always intended to trap him, to trick him, to surprise him, to tie him up here and tickle him this way, further sending him into dire states of panic and alarm.
Zac bucked his hips up and down as the electric toothbrush buzzed around his taint, “Okay, al, alright—” he growled, his nostrils flaring, his thick thighs thrashing forwards and backwards, “—That’s enough, lady! That’s enough! Fuck, I'm calling the, the cops as soon as, as this is done, I’m fucking calling the cops as soon as this is over, lady! I’m fucking warning you! I swear to God!” Zac’s cock now flapped across his stomach, the erection gone, the arousal and excitement swapped with worry and dread.
Suddenly, the electric toothbrush switched off …
Bzzzzzzzzzz—>click!<
… His blindfold was swiftly removed.
Zac blinked, his vision blurring back into focus as the sight of two grown men standing at each corner of the bottom of the bed greeted him.
The man on the left held a feather.
The man on the right held an electric toothbrush.
Between them stood a tripod with a recording camera attached to its neck.
“Two things,” the guy on the left said, “Stop calling us ‘babe’ …”
Zac’s jaw fell open as his eyebrows lifted, his face turning from left to right as he took in the simple fact that two men had been tickling him all this time …
“… And who said it was gonna be over…?” The Drive By Ticklers announced in unison, as they waved politely at Zac.
***
“O, okay, okay, guys …” Zac transformed his look of shock into an angered, assertive expression, “… Untie me, right now. You can take what you like, my watch, my phone … Whatever, alright? Take, take my money, my clothes, I don’t care. Take it all. Alright? Just untie me, untie me, okay? Damn, this is fucked—” Zac went to continue his babbled disbelief, but The Drive By Ticklers interrupted him.
“—What about the tickling?” Brad, the guy on the left, asked.
“—Yeah,” Will, the guy on the right, joined in, “Surely you want that to stop, too?”
Zac flexed out his fingers as he bounced his head over the pillow in frustration.
“Of course I want that to stop,” Zac huffed, “I want it all to stop!” Zac pointed his index fingers at the two strangers at the end of his bed as he narrowed his eyes, “Look at me, guys, look me right in the eye. I swear, I’ll fucking kill you if you do this, okay? Look, did, did she put you up to this? Has she ran off with my damn mon—”
—The Drive By Ticklers both smirked at the same time, Brad kneeling down over the corner of the bed whilst Will began to walk calmly towards Zac’s upper body.
“Yeah. Sorry, Zac. This uh, this kinda has absolutely nothing to do with her …” Brad revealed, tucking the feather behind his right ear, “ … She just helped us get you into position …”
Zac began to thrash and squirm, kick and buck, his naked, exposed body laying there for the taking.
“Mnn—” he grunted, “—Fuck!” he groaned, “—Come on, please, don’t do this! I’m literally begging you, guys! Come on!”
Will climbed onto the bed and shuffled behind Zac’s shoulders, where he carefully knelt down and rested Zac’s head over his lap.
“So, a tiny back story, the people who wanted to see you like this, they’ve paid us a lot of money, Efron … You see, they believe we can turn you into a hysteric exasperated mess, kinda far worse than how you were earlier, when we shoved that electric toothbrush into your pit …” Will explained.
Zac smashed his head repeatedly into Will’s lap, but Will grabbed a pillow and shoved it between his lap and Zac’s head, almost like a protective cushion.
“And boy, are they some ticklish looking pits!” Brad grinned, pocketing the electric toothbrush as he began to crawl between Zac’s thighs, kneeling down inches away from his balls, “Will, what do you think about me taking him from the chest down, and you going taking him from the chest up?”
Zac kicked his legs frantically as he looked up at Will, then down at Brad, then over at the camera, then back at Will, his shifting eyes unsure which dire problem to take in first.
“No, please, come on, don’t talk like that—” Zac shook his head, his arms trying once again to break free from their bondage, “—At least turn, turn the camera off! Turn the camera off! Guys, please! Listen to me! Turn the mother fucking the camera off!”
Brad shaped his hands into claws and began to wiggle his fingers closer towards Zac’s toned stomach …
“Cootchie cootchie cootchie coo, Efron! Come on, Will, let’s make him scream like a fucking pussy …”
Will began to slowly stroke Zac’s armpit hair, his fingertips combing through the bushy fuzz playfully, “Yeah, it’s always so hot seeing such a muscular, strong, handsome man turn into a squealing little bitch …”
Zac shot fierce looks from his left armpit and then to his right as Will started to comb his armpit hair, panic now being the main look in his wide, open eyes …
“No, pl, please, don’t do that, get, get outta there! Come on, guys, you don’t have to do this! What the fuck are you doing! What the fuck are you do, do, do, do, doehehehehehehe—”
—Zac began to giggle breathlessly as Brad started to stroke his stomach with his fingernails, their sharp drag running over his six pack where they would then pinch and grab at his defined hips and waist.
Zac’s giggles increased when Will made his way deeper into his underarms, his fingers moving past the armpit hair and further into the sweaty confines of both of his pits at the same time.
Zac’s strong body twisted and squirmed as hard as it could, but Brad rested his own body weight over Zac’s waist and hips, uncaring that the thirty five year old’s cock kept rubbing against his chin …
Here, like this, Brad had perfect access to Zac’s torso where he expertly tickled Zac’s ribcage and sides, allowing Will the chance to sit back casually with Zac’s head in his lap, his underarms open, exposed and fully attainable to tickle non stop, relentlessly, without breaks.
“Guh-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-his this isn’t co-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ool come onahahahahahahahahahaha-ahahahahaha-ahahahaha,” Zac heaved, “I can’t do this ahahahaha-ahahahahaha-ahahahaha-ahahahaha-ahahahaha what do you want I’ll do anything ahahahahah-aahahaha-ahahaha-ahahaha-ahahahaha oh god please come on, stop I can’t take this, this is fucked ahahahaha-ahahahaha-aahahahaha-ahahaha-a-aahahaha—”
“—You’ll do anything?” Will teased, his fingers now going in deeper amongst Zac’s armpit hair, “How about just lay here and take the tickling? That’s all we want you to do! Nothing else, just that, Efron!”
“Nooooo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oooooh—aahhhhahaahahahahahahaha—noooo-nooooo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ahhhahahahahah-ahahahahahaha—”
Zac’s body thrashed so hard within its bondage that the bed began to creak, the wooden structure shifting beneath the weight of Zac and two additional men who both tickled his torso in such a way that Zac had no choice but to erupt into loud bellows of constant laughter, his face creasing up, his eyes widening in shock as he pulled his arms and kicked his feet, the bed wobbling with every violent writhe and maddened thrust.
“NO—AGH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Zac’s laughter came from the very depths of his stomach, the sound high pitched and squeal-ish, with only minimal intakes of breath inbetween, “AGH! AGH! AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA—AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—OH STOP—AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA-AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-OH PLEASE GOD-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH—”
“—Wow!” All of Brad’s ten fingers tickled Zac’s torso; five fingers tickling the left side of his rib cage, five fingers tickling the right side, “That’s some hearty laughter! I knew he’d be ticklish but this is something else!” Brad cheered.
Will continued to tickle both of Zac’s armpits at the same time, all ten of his fingers deep within their sweaty confines; five fingers in his left armpit, five fingers in his right …
“I know! He can barely breathe! I haven’t heard someone laugh this hard in a while!” Will watched Zac’s head bounce over his lap, the thirty five year old’s eyes bulging out of his head as his lips began to swell, his neck started to thicken, his abs now more structured than ever before thanks to the constant, non stop uncontrollable laughter his body expelled.
Zac tried to throw his upper body forward, in an attempt to close up his pits against his pecs, but Will was already too far in, leaving Zac with no choice but to endure the armpit tickling by throwing his body around as much as he could, a useless tactic considering how tightly he had been bound to the bed.
“AAGGHHHHH! AGHHHHHHHH! AGHHHHHHHHHH!” Zac started to scream, “AGHHHHHH! AGHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHHHAHAH! AGAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AGHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH! AGAHAHAHAAAGAHAHAHAHAHAA! OH GOD STOPHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA—AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—AHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA—STOP PLEASE COME ON—”
Brad and Will rode Zac like a bucking bronco, the entire bed now wobbling with such force that it had shifted a few inches across the carpet, the sheets now creased beneath all three bodies as Zac took the tickling from The Drive By Ticklers who forced themselves to be as merciless as they possibly could.
“Let’s see what this belly button tastes like, Efron! You ever had a guys tongue in your navel before, huh? Probably not! First time for everything, right?” Brad pursed his lips and, whilst tickling Zac’s ribcage, he moved his mouth towards Zac’s belly button and began to lick and slurp around the little delve nestled in the middle of Zac’s stomach, “Mmmmmm! Tastes pretty damn good to me!”
Zac shot frantic looks over his chest as he took in the sight of another man licking and slurping his tongue around his navel, a sensation that tickled far more than Zac dared to realise.
“Mnn, mnn, no, n, n, n, n—” Zac, breathless and saturated in perspiration, could do nothing but glance down at the tickler in disbelief, “F, f, fuck, no, st, st, stop—” he muttered, his eyes now watering, his muscles bulging harder than ever before, “Pl, pl, please, that’s gross! That feels, feels, feels so gross, gah, gah, you, you mother fucker!—”
“Brad, hand me your electric toothbrush,” Will’s right hand took a break from tormenting Zac’s right underarm as he reached across the actor’s torso, “I wanna try something!”
As Brad continued to tickle Zac’s left armpit, Zac persisted in his attempts at breaking free with additional, more violent struggles.
“I’m gonna kill you!” He yelled with promise in his tone, “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”
Brad reached into his back pocket and retrieved the electric toothbrush, still licking Zac’s navel, where he handed the tool to his buddy Will, “Do your worst, man!”
The Drive By Ticklers took their tickle torture on Zac to another level by playing with his body and his mind in a way Zac had never thought possible.
Click! Btzzzzzzzzzzzz …
The vibrating bristles spun at a rapid speed once again, causing Zac to thrash and squirm harder than he had done so far, “No! Get that fucking thing away from me! Fuck! Shit! Mother fuckers—”
Whilst Brad continued to lick and suck all over Zac’s belly button, soaking it with saliva and running his tongue across the hairy expanse of hyper sensitive flesh, Will sent the electric toothbrush down to Zac’s neck and pressed the buzzing tip against the delicate area of skin beneath his jaw and between his collarbone.
Zac’s head spun as if a remote had controlled it to move at fast forward, his eyes crossing in the middle as his insanity-riddled expression stretched out so that his mouth splayed into a distorted, disturbed grin.
“OH, OH, OHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MY GOD, MY GOD, MY GOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA—” Zac clearly couldn’t stand having his neck tickled, his entire body convulsing as his unblinking stare scowled into the ceiling, his glazed over eyes unsure where to look, what to take in, what to make sense out of, as his neck was violated by the electric bristles whizzing around his throat, “—NOT MY NECK, NOT MY NEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEEHAHAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHACK OH MY GOD FUCK FUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-AHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING ME OH GOD STOP PLEASE GOD STOP PLEASE GOD STOP PLEASE GOD STOP—”
Zac’s hysterical laughter filled the room as his belly button and neck were tickled by a tongue and electric toothbrush, his muscular frame, bulging thighs and defined arms continued to thrash, thrust and kick around, his tight five foot eight body perfectly contained over the mattress by The Drive By Ticklers and the expert rope work pinning his wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed.
Will worked the electric toothbrush across Zac’s jaw and mouth, where he forced the bristles over his lips and moustache, causing the Hollywood heartthrob to try and spit away the tool as it whizzed over his nose and across his cheeks, cheeks that were now glowing a bubble gum shade of pink.
“STOP—” pffftttt, “—COME ON, I CAN’T EVEN SEE ANYMORE—” pffftt, pffttt, “—GET THAT THING OFFA ME—” pfft, pfft, pfft!
“Ticklish lips!” Will cheered, his left hand now holding Zac’s head still whilst his right hand positioned the electric toothbrush so it ran, non stop, repetitively, across Zac’s mouth, “You can’t stand that, can you, Efron? It’s driving you fucking wild isn’t it, you little pussy!”
Brad laughed into Zac’s bellybutton, entertained by his friends verbalised taunting, his tongue still slurping away at Zac’s navel.
“COME ON—” pfft, pfft, Zac continued to spit and blow raspberries at the electric toothbrush, his head desperately trying to twist away, his eyes wide open, his entire face boiling read, “MY LIPS ARE TOO TICKLISH COME ON PLEASE STOP OH MY GOD THIS IS INSANE, HELP! HELP SOMEONE! PLEASE, GOD, I SWEAR, I CAN’T BREATHE, I CAN’T TAKE IT—” His voice was strained and exhausted, his eyes now so filled with water that tears had started to roll down his cheeks, “—I’M CRYING COME ON WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT—” he spluttered all at once, his words hard to bring to life thanks to the electric toothbrush still buzzing across his upper lip, his lower lip, his chin and then back to the upper lip once again where it would repeat the same length of travel, causing Zac to begin to hyperventilate and lose his breath …
Being the professional ticklers that they were, The Drive By Ticklers knew when to ensure their ticklee’s didn’t pass out, otherwise, to put it quite plainly, a passed out subject isn’t all that fun to play with …
So, when Zac started to wheeze and arch his back, his chest and throat unable to produce laughter or begging, just coughs and splutters, both Brad and Will knew that they’d have to give areas like his underarms, lips and navel a bit of a break.
As they shuffled away from Zac, they intentionally gave the handsome actor a few seconds at least to recover, as well as a bit of time to consider a deal that The Drive By Ticklers hadn’t been discussed with The House of White Feathers …
After all, they were an independent duo and had no official ties to anyone but themselves …
“Okay, Efron, chill out, man, cool down for a second …” Will remained by Zac’s side as he gently stroked the fuzz of his chest hair, “… It’s alright, take a breath, breathe in and then breathe out, nice and slow …”
Zac exhaled through flared nostrils, his fingers tightly curling around the rope that bound his wrists to the upper corners of the bed …
He reluctantly took his ticklers advice and gradually expelled air through dry lips, lips that were still tingling thanks to the electric toothbrush that had just buzzed over them for what felt like eternity, but was only a few minutes …
Brad wiped his mouth clear of drool as he slid off the mattress and knelt beside the large gym back, taking out a bottle of lotion and two fully charged electric massagers as Will continued to play with the hairs on Zac’s chest.
“Better? You feeling better, buddy?” Brad watched Zac nod, huffing as he did so, “Okay, good. Now, listen. We’ll stop tickling you … In fact, we’d be happy to see you not suffer like this, you clearly are very, very ticklish and, and you clearly really, really can’t take this, so, how about, you wire us three million dollars, into our bank account, and we stop tickling you, and we untie you and let you get on with the rest of your day, huh? How does that sound …”
Zac shook his head, chuckling in disbelief as he cautiously eyed the electric massagers and lotion, "No, n, no way, man. You guys must be fucking crazy. I don’t even have that kinda money anymore. I, I haven’t been in a big movie for years! I can’t even—”
“—You’re telling me, The Greatest Showman didn’t pay you at least ten mil?” Brad tutted as he uncapped the lid from the bottle of lotion, “You’re Zac Efron, for crying out loud! You should have at least five million in the bank from High School Musical …!” Brad then began to drizzle the lotion all over Zac’s body, starting from his face and making his way down to his chest …
“Holy SHIT—” Zac yelled, his arms and legs kicking within their bondage, “What the FUCK are you doing?!” Zac squeezed his eyes shut and spat out lotion as it landed over his mouth, where Brad then tipped more of the shimmering, glossy liquid all over his underarms, his abs, his waist, his cock and his balls …
Will used both hands to start to rub the lotion in, causing Zac to squirm and writhe over the now soaked bedsheets, grunts and groans leaving his now glistening upper body, his entire stance stiff and on edge, wondering when the hand gliding over his stomach might suddenly claw into a tickle, or dig into a sensitive area of his body …
“—I spent most of that, man!” Zac hissed as his cock was grabbed and stroked by the same hand that rubbed the lotion into his chest and abs, “I, I can’t spare three million, I, I can do, one — ONE —” Zac jolted as Will tickled his balls with his fingernails, rubbing the lotion into his taint and the betweens of his thighs, “—ONE! One! Is, is one okay? One! One? Come on, man, stop! Please, damnit — FUCK—”
Brad continued to soak Zac’s body in the lotion as he poured it over his muscular thighs, knees and calves, drizzling the oozy, shiny liquid over the tops of his feet, his curling toes, his silky smooth soles …
Brad clipped the lid and casually dropped the bottle back into the gym bag.
“Nope,” Brad shrugged, “It’s gotta be three …”
Brad then handed Will one of the electric massagers.
“Wait, what, where are you, what are you do—” Zac peered over his shoulder, his vision blurred by the amount of lotion caught within his eyelashes, his fierce scowl burning down at his ticklers as they both knelt down by a foot each, “No, don’t, don’t do that, please, don’t, don’t do that, fuck, fuck, f, f, f, fuck, take the one mil, take the one mil, take the one m—”
“—What’s wrong, Zac?” Will curled his index finger and thumb around Zac’s big left toe, keeping his left foot in place, “You scared of a little foot massage? You never had your feet massaged before? You might not even know how it feels! You might like it …”
Zac watched Brad curl his index finger and thumb around his right big toe, where Brad pulled Zac’s foot back a little, stretching out the flesh of his sole.
“No, I, I I, I know you’re not gonna massage my feet, you fuckers! I, I’m not gonna be able to stand it, okay? Okay. Okay, Okay, alright, come on, guys, one million. One million! One million? One and a half. FUCK! If, if, if you do this I’m gonna scream so fucking loud, the whole fucking resort is gonna hear … I swear to god, you’ll be fucked, you’ll be fucked, just don’t do it, just don’t do it, just don’t do it …” Zac urged, his entire body rigid and on pause as he watched these two strangers press the plastic bristles of their massagers against the soles of his feet, “… NO!” Zac cried, “JUST DON’T DO IT!”
Suddenly, Will and Brad turned their electric massagers on.
Btzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz …
They began to roll the vibrating head of each massager over each of Zac’s soles …
“MNN—” Zac’s eyes widened as he tried to contain his laughter, his face now fully red, “—SHIT—” he spat, his entire body thrusting forwards, his ten toes flexing out into a manic stretch, “—MNNN—” he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, the buzzing vibration of each electric massager creating a sensory overload across his soles unlike anything he’d felt before, “ALRIGHT, STOP!” Zac broke, deep, passionate bellows of laughter erupting out of his mouth, “COME ON, GUYS, OH MY GOD, STO-OH-OH-AHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAP OH GOD PLEASE STO-OH-OH-OH-AHAHAHAHAAH-AHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHA-AAHAHAHAHAH-AHAHAHAH N, N, N, NO OH GOD STOP PLEASE FUCK SHIT COME ON GOD FUCKING JESUS CHRIST STOP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA GOD FUCK SHIT HOLY FUCK PLEASECOMEON—”
As Zac lay thrashing, breathlessly begging and completely submissive to the tickle torture, Will and Brad continued to tickle his feet with the electric massagers, their own bodies wobbling from side to side as the bed shook from left to right.
“Three mil, Zac, and then we’ll stop,” Brad winked at Will, “We promise …”
Zac giggled and screamed; his mouth shaping out words, noises leaving his lips, however his attempts at speaking sounded more like senseless, uncontrollable babble the harder The Drive By Ticklers pressed the electric massagers against his oily soles.
“—PLEASE OH GOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOTMYFEEHEHEHEHEHEHT GET OFFA ME I CAN’T TAKE IT PLEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA I’M GONNA KILL YOU I CAN’T EVEN SPEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAAHK I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, OH GOD PLEEEEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH—”
“Come on, Zac! We’re just massaging your feet! Can’t you take a little foot massage?” Will teased.
Saliva bubbled at each corner of Zac’s mouth as he continued to kick his legs, his maddened face staring down at his captors as they persisted to tickle torture both of his feet at the same time, unapologetically and with no sign of stopping …
Zac’s voice was now strained and broken, his neck thick with veins, his skin blotchy and producing a high level of perspiration.
He knew his feet were ticklish, but this … This was another level.
“OKAY OKAY, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I’LL GIVE YOU THREE MIL—” Zan shouted amongst the high pitched, constant giggling, his lungs unable to fill themselves with oxygen, leaving him no choice but to scream out his agreement in the same breath, “—COMEONISAIDI’DGIVEYOUWHATYOUWANT—”
The Drive By Ticklers continued …
“Wow, you gave in pretty soon! You must really dislike foot massages,” Brad taunted, “But I’m glad you've still got sense, even if you are currently being tickled out of your damn mind!”
Zac heaved in air, his lips splurting out surprisingly quiet but desperate, “—please, guys, stop—”
Will ran his electric massager away from Zac’s left sole and began to glide it over his calf, the vibrating head buzzing to a sensitive spot behind his left knee, causing the actor to howl, scream and kick out his leg.
“NO GOD COME ON, I’M GIVING YOU THREE DAMN HOLY FUCK THAT TICKLES—”
“—How about these toes?” Brad drooled, pressing the electric massager underneath all five scrunched up toes of Zac’s right foot, “I used to fucking obsess over these toes when you were in High School Musical, you were so pretty back then! And now look at you, you hairy, sexy daddy!”
Zac bucked and bounced over the mattress as the vibration penetrated all five of his toes at once, Will’s electric massager leaving his knee where it instead buzzed and rolled up his left thigh, towards his left hip.
“Da, da, daddy?!” Zac tried his hardest to blink the baby oil and sweat away from his eyes, “I’m thirty five!” He heaved.
Both of The Drive By Ticklers chuckled, amused by how quickly Zac wanted to de age himself after Brad’s' ‘Daddy’ comment.
“It’s the moustache,” Said Will, his electric massager now pressing hard against Zac’s belly button, “It gives off that kinda vibe, ya know?”
Zac twisted his waist from side to side as he heaved out breathless giggles into his chest, concerned and confused as to why they were still tickling him, even though he had agreed to pay them three million dollars …
“IT’S FOR A MOVIE ROLE—” Zac panted, his laughter now a pure and undeniable part of his existence - there was no way he’d experience something like this without it, and it wouldn’t stop until the torture ended, “—WHATEVER! COME ON, OH GAHAHAHAHAHD YOU SAID YOU’D STOP—” Zac cried between the laughter, his lotion soaked body glistening in the sunlight that beamed in from outside the open window, “—I’M GONNA PASS OUT I SWEAR TO GOD—”
Brad continued to rub the massager hard and slow over Zac’s right sole, creating a hyper ticklish sensation across the bottom of Zac’s foot that he simply couldn’t handle, his right leg kicking non stop, repeatedly, with the same amount of strength in each and every kick.
“Oh, I know you did, handsome!” Brad smirked, “When I said we’d stop, I didn’t mean we’d stop right away …”
Zac huffed and puffed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his giggles transformed into desperate splutters and senseless babbles made up of untranslatable begging and pleading …
“Plah—I can’t even—oh my gah—ple, pl, pl, st, stop, oh god, Jeezzeees Chr, Chr—” more strained laughter, more eyes scowling into the ceiling, more manic flex of the fingers, “—Plah, plaa, ple, ple, eaase, ease, oh my god, this is, isn’t this fu, fu, oh, oh come on, I s, sss, ss, sss, sss, sss, sssaid I’d gi, give, mon—mon—m, mnn—mnnn—!”
“What’s that, Zac?” Will ran the electric massager up Zac’s left side and towards his left armpit, “I can’t quite understand what you’re trying to say …”
Brad slid his electric massager off of Zac’s right foot where he instead lifted it over the actors right leg, neatly placing it between his thighs.
Brad then laid the massager out over the bedsheets as he let the vibrating tool buzz against Zac’s balls, sending the High School Musical actor further into bewildered, hysterical oblivion.
Zac shot worried eyes down between his legs as he tried to bounce and buck the massager away from his balls, but the more he writhed the more the electric massager shuffled down towards even more delicate areas of his body - his taint and ass …
“N—n, n, n—” Zac bit his upper lip as Will continued to press the massager into his left armpit, “Mnn-mnn-mnnn oh god! Oh god, Oh gohahahahahahahah-ahahahahahaha-ahahahahahaha-ahahahahahaha-ahahahahahaha—” Zac twisted from side to side, his hair now damp with sweat, his entire body still pinned into the starfish position by the rope around his wrists and ankles, “Get that thing offa me! I can’t take it! I can’t taahahahaha-ahahahaha-ahahahaha-ahahahahah-ahaha-ahahahahahah-ahaha-ahahahahahahake it—”
Brad picked up Zac’s phone, which had been resting over the bedside table beside some unopened condoms and a half drank bottle of beer.
He then crawled over the bed as Will continued to tickle Zac’s underarms with the massager, Brad’s previous massager still resting casually between his thighs, its tip buzzing against Zac’s taint.
“Look at me, Efron, look at me …” Brad grabbed Zac’s face, squishing his cheeks, aiming his head directly in front of Zac’s iPhone so the face recognition I.D would unlock the device.
Zac could do nothing but offer a wide eyed stare into his iPhone, his mouth squashed up like a fish, his blinking gaze unlocking the phone within seconds.
“Mnn— fuck!”
Brad let go of Zac’s head, allowing him to continue to thrash and squirm over the sheets as Will persisted in sending his electric massager in and out of Zac’s underarms, causing the young man to jolt from one side of the bed to the other in his babbling, senseless delirium.
“You gotta bank app, Efron?” Will pressed his massager into Zac’s left armpit whilst tickling his right with the fingers of his free hand, crouched beside Zac on the bed where he could easily access Zac’s underarms, “A number, an email address for your accountant?”
Zac giggled into his right armpit as he watched the fingers stroke and comb through his armpit hair, his eyes watering so much that the tears rolling down his cheeks had started to stream so fast they had begun to blend in with the perspiration saturating his face.
“Dah, Dah, Dah—” Zac tried to speak through the laughter, “—DAVID—” He spat, his body now writhing so hard that most of the bedsheets and pillows had made their way onto the floor, “CALL DAVID—” Zac cried, “—FUCK, CALL DAVID, FUCK, FUCK, FU-HAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAHAAH-AHAHAAHHAACK—”
Brad placed a hand on his hip as he scrolled through Zac’s contacts.
He tapped ‘David’ and then pressed the phone against Zac’s right ear.
“Keep still, Efron. We’re gonna need you organise the transfer calmly and securely … You tell him your circumstance and believe you me, we’ll make sure your tickle tortured non stop, every single weekend … All weekend …”
Zac continued to giggle as Will’s electric massager buzzed around his left underarm, nodding in understanding as he tried to figure out how he would be able to speak with both men still tickling him …
Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring …
Zac wriggled his shoulders as Will tickled across his chest, taking the electric massager out of Zac’s underarm and across his neck, causing the thirty five year old to frantically shake his head, nearly knocking the iPhone out of Brad’s grasp …
Ring ri—
“—Hehehe, eheehehehe, heeeey, Dave—” Zac’s nostrils flared as he tried to concentrate, Will’s tickling persistent, “Ca, can, can you, do-ooh—ohh-oh-oh—oh-oh me a, a, fa, fa, fah, fah, fahaha—” Zac bit his upper lip as he watched Brad keep the iPhone beside his ear, whilst leaning down and licking his right nipple, “—I’ma, I’ma tex, tex, text you an account number an, an, an, an, and I, I want you to wire three,” Zac gulped, “Three, three million to, to th, the—”
Will whispered over to Brad as he continued to run the massager around Zac’s neck.
“Maybe we should stop, he can barely speak …”
Brad shook his head as he closed his eyes and continued to lick Zac’s left nipple, his left hand stroking Zac’s abs whilst his right arm remained reaching up to Zac’s squirming head, the iPhone still held neatly against Zac’s ear.
“I like hearing him try,” Brad declared, taking Zac’s left nipple between his teeth where he bit down on it gently.
Zac winced, his teeth clenching as he forced himself to speak clearly, his mind trying its hardest to ignore the ticklish sensation around his neck, his nipple, his underarm, “—Mnn— oh, oh yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine, I’m just, having a great, funny, uh, t, t, time right now, ya know when, when ssssss, sssss, ssssomeone makes you laugh an, an, and you can’t, st, st, st, stop—” Zac swallowed down hysteria as he tried to make sense of the situation to the accountant at the other end of the phone, “D, d, d, do it right away, Dah, Dah, Dave, ple, ple, please—”
Zac pressed his head against the pillow as he heard his accountant take the order and begin the transaction.
“Text him your damn details!” Zac huffed, his body thrashing from left to right as Brad licked all the way down his navel, past his cock and over his right thigh where his slurping lips began to near his right foot, “FUCK! STOP! NOT MY FEET! COME ON! TEXT HIM YOUR DETA—”
—Will switched off his electric massager and slid off the bed, dropping the tool into the gym bag as he did so.
Brad handed Will Zac’s iPhone as he begin to lick and slurp over all of the toes of Zac’s right foot.
Zac, now focusing entirely on catching his breath, kicked his right foot in protest as he watched Will type out The Drive By Tickler’s account details …
“Hey Dave …” Will spoke what he typed out loud, “… Sorry for earlier, I was having a foot massage when I called. I’m so ticklish!” Will chuckled as his thumbs patted over Zac’s iPhone screen, “The account number is …”
Whooosh!
“Sent,” Will confirmed.
Zac pulled at the rope containing his arms at either side of his head, their stretch to each corner still exposing his underarms, underarms that stank with the thick stench of body odour.
“Come, come on, untie me, guys, seriously, it’s done, it’s over,” Zac, now no longer intensely tickled, could formulate words and sentences as he watched Will crawl down beside his left foot, “Untie me! You’ve got your three mill, now leave me the fuck alone! Please, I can’t take this anymore! No, no, NO— Don’t lick my feet, guys! Please! No, not the toes, Jesus Christ not the t—”
—Zac cringed and let out a long, grainy moan as both Drive By Ticklers took a foot each and began to slurp and lick Zac’s soles and toes, his legs kicking as their tongues infiltrated the ticklish, fleshy digits one by one.
“No, no, no, n, n, n, n, no, no, no, no, no, pl, pl, pl, please, please, seriously,” Zac shot worried looks over his pecs as his feet were soaked in more saliva, “Oh god, don’t suck my toes, fuck, man, come on, fuck, fuck! No, this isn’t right, come on! I gave you what you asked for, please, please, pl— not, not my toes, it’s gross, dude, come on, not my, not my t—”
“—You hate having your toes sucked, Zac?” Will peered past Zac’s foot, over at the bound, muscular stud.
Zac nodded quickly, swallowing down a dry ball of air.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, Will,” Brad curled his tongue around Zac’s squirming index toe, “Don’t you remember how much he kicked and screamed during that SNL skit?”
Will chuckled as he nibbled on Zac’s pinkie.
“Oh yeah! I can’t believe I forgot about th—”
“—GUYS!” Zac hissed, his toes now entirely saturated in dribble, “Please, please, enough with the toes …”
“—Alright, alright …” Brad sighed, his tongue leaving Zac’s right foot as Will’s tongue left Zac’s left, “… We’ve had our fun …”
As The Drive By Ticklers rounded up their session with Zac, a ‘ping!’ noise came from Will’s iPhone.
Will reached into his pocket and checked the screen.
“The money is in the account,” Will confirmed, wiping his mouth clear of dribble, “Three mill is ours, baby!”
Brad fist pumped the air as Zac sighed into his shoulder, now three million dollars worse off …
“Okay, al, alright, untie me now, guys, you’ve got what you wanted, alright? Fuck, why has no one heard me? This is fucked! Guys, come on, I’m gonna start screaming for help if you don’t—”
—Brad began to pack up the gym bag whilst Will started to break down the tripod, stopping the camera from recording, where he then deleted the entire session.
“Can’t have The House seeing that we got more money from Zac than we did from them …” Will chuckled.
Brad smirked as he zipped up the gym bag.
“We’re just gonna go radio silent on them? They paid us already, right?”
Will nodded.
“Oh yeah. We’re two rich mother fuckers, right now,” he said, hooking the tripod under his arm as he glanced over at Zac, who had started to try and bite his way out of his bondage.
Brad hid laughter with the back of his hand, at the sight of Zac trying to chew at the rope around his right wrist.
“Don’t worry, Zac. You’ll be freed, eventually. We just need to be a few miles away before you’re let loose. You said you were gonna call the cops on us, so we kinda need a head start …” Brad explained.
Will walked towards the hotel door and pulled it open, revealing the hooker from earlier on in the day.
She waved at Zac, blowing a large bubble of gum out of her lips where it popped loudly, startling Zac in his tied naked position.
“Wait, hang, hang on a sec, hold up …” Zac’s heels dragged across the mattress as he eyed the hooker, then Brad, then Will, then the hooker again, “… No, no, no, no, no, no, lemme go, please, you, you said you’d—”
“—Jenny here, she’ll be doing the untying,” Will announced, “But first, Jenny …” Will and Brad began to leave the hotel room as Jenny took a step in, “Zac here was calling you a fucking bitch, when he originally thought that it was you tickling him … Wanna teach him a lesson on how to talk to women?”
Jenny checked the length of her fingernails; sharp, pink ands claw line, perfect for scribbling across silky smooth, Efron-ticklish soles.
“I like the sound of that,” Jenny took her flirtatious glare from her nails to Zac, her big eyes landing over his toned, spread out body.
“No, no, please, I, I didn’t call you that,” Zac panted, “I called you uh, l-lady … Uh, an, an, an, and babe! I’ll, I’ll pay you extra! How about that? A couple hundred more? A, a thousand?” Zac bargained, alarm now fully taking over his writhing form, “Just, please, don’t tickle me, I, I can’t do that anymore, I’m so tired, they fucking ruined me, please, have mercy, babe! Lady … ” Zac growled angrily as his new circumstance began to approach him, this time in heels, “… You fucking bitch …!”
Brad and Will left the hotel room as the door swung shut, “He’s all yours, Jenny …” where they strolled down the hotel hall, gym back of tickle tools in one hand, camera and tripod in the other, Zac’s hysterical laughter, shameless begging and breathless giggling fading into nothing the further they walked away from the room …
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