T o r o n t o , C a n a d a

“You hired this entire place out, just so we could meet?”

Joshua stood in the middle of a first floor bedroom that looked down into a luxurious living room and kitchen surrounded by floor to ceiling windows that looked out into a city boiling in sunlight.

“I told you,” Peter perched on the end of a neatly made double bed, “We needed somewhere private, somewhere you could be as vocal, or as loud, as you need to.”

Joshua raised his eyebrows, scratching the tip of his nose as he leant against the glass banister that outlined the bedroom.

“And this is …” Joshua swallowed down some nerves, his brown eyes assessing the many tools laid out over the carpet besides a green velvet chair and set of wooden stocks attached to its end, “... This is gonna be my most intense session yet?”

Peter stood slowly away from the corner of the mattress, his dress-socked feet walking quietly towards his lee.

“Well,” he cleared his throat, “So far, I’ve just toyed with you. Sure, I’ve made you breathless, sweaty …” he used his right hand to brush away some curls of hair beside Joshua’s face, “... I’ve made you beg … But the previous two times will be tame to say the least, compared to this.”

Joshua felt Peter’s tall, demanding presence overwhelm him as the thirty four year old stood just inches opposite. 

Joshua couldn’t help but smile, the confidence from this person, a person that still felt like a stranger, creating butterflies in his stomach, butterflies that made him feel–

“--Nervous,” Joshua blabbed, “You’re uh … This is, uh, making me kinda nervous …”

Peter stepped away from Joshua, turning his back to the twenty two year old as he tucked his hands into his trouser pockets.

“Good,” Peter confirmed, “You should feel nervous. You’re about to experience something unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before … Unlike anything you’ll ever experience again.”

Joshua tugged at the neck of his stripy blue t-shirt.

“ … Great …” he scoffed, “ … Thanks for the reassurance …”

Peter chuckled, his hand politely inviting Joshua over to the bed.

“How about you take off your shoes and come sit with me.”

Joshua quickly folded his arms across his chest, glancing down at his feet as his heartbeat began to quicken.

By now, anxiety was something he had grown used to …

Usually it came attached to how he saw his body, his fans reaction to his religion, the things people would say about him on social media …

… But this time it came attached to a man.

And not just any man.

A man willing to pay thousands and thousands of dollars, to simply tickle him.

Joshua realised how stiff he must look.

He dropped his arms and casually made his way towards the bed.

He stopped at the corner and knelt down, where he began to unlace his right Converse.

“What are you gonna do?” Joshua asked, wishing he hadn’t sounded so worried whilst expressing such curiosity.

Peter sat on the edge of the mattress, his eyes never leaving Joshua.

“I’m going to warm you up.”

Joshua hooked off his right Converse and then began to unlace the left.

“Warm me up?” He stood, kicking his remaining shoe off with a shake of his left leg.

Peter nodded to the headboard and pillows neatly laid out around it.

“You always spend the first ten minutes of our meetings this way; concerned, unsure, suspicious. Sit, relax, let me do what I’ve paid you to let me do …”

Joshua paused.

He then nodded quickly.

He climbed over the corner of the mattress and then made his way towards the top of the bed, sitting down over the pillows, his back resting against the headboard.

He crossed his legs at the ankle, his toes curling and flexing within the cotton confines of white Nike sports socks.

Without warning and without prior discussion, Peter leant down towards Joshua’s feet and began to smell and sniff gently around the toes of his right foot.

Joshua flinched, taken back by the sudden worship …

… He then did as advised …

… He relaxed, closing his eyes, tucking his hands behind his head.

Peter gathered some of the sock material caught up around the cuff of Joshua’s sweatpant and began to pull it carefully towards his heel.

As he peeled the sock slowly up the length of Joshua’s sole, Peter sniffed and breathed in the scent of Joshua’s foot, the gradually revealed bare skin providing a fresh whiff of recently washed feet.

Peter focused on Joshua’s toes as he rolled the rest of the sock away from them, exposing each toe, one by one, seconds at a time.

Joshua smirked, leaning into his role, scrunching his toes and then curling them sensually as he felt the sock leave his right foot.

“Beautiful …” Peter whispered.

Peter then began to remove Joshua’s left sock in the same way; with care, caution and dedication to the craft, Joshua’s toes popping free as the cotton peeled away, presenting each fleshy, lengthy digit in a steady and considered method.

Both of Joshua’s feet were now bare.

Peter wasted no time in gathering them together so they sat neatly side by side.

He admired them at first, taking in their shape, their scent, the silky smooth expanse of skin that made up the soles of Joshua’s feet …

… Feet Peter had sucked, licked and tickled in many different ways since he wired him over ten thousand dollars many months ago …

“I’m one lucky bastard,” Peter murmured, his current situation reminding him how content such meetings made him feel.

Joshua kept his eyes closed, his body now dropping into a deep, carefree slump.

“They smell okay?” He asked, “I … I don’t think I have stinky feet, but, you’ll probably be the best judge of–”

“--They smell incredible,” Peter interrupted, his lips consuming both of Joshua’s big toes at once, “They taste incredible too,” he said, mouthful.

Joshua winced, Peter’s teeth scraping against such a ticklish part of his body causing him to lift his shoulders and squeeze his eyes shut.

“ … Damn …” he hissed, “ … That’s so ticklish …”

Peter grinned, his tongue travelling around all ten toes before he began to kiss and suck around the sides of Joshua’s feet, the pecks gentle and soft, the entire process intimate and thought through.

“I know,” Peter confirmed, “I know all of the areas on your feet that make you squirm …”

He continued to kiss, to suck, to lick …

Joshua opened his eyes slowly.

“You do?”

As he nibbled on Joshua’s left little toe, Peter began to gently stroke the sole of his right.

“I do …”

Joshua pressed his lips together and clenched all ten toes at once.

Peter chuckled, admiring the sensation of Joshua’s toes reacting whilst inside his mouth.

He then left Joshua’s feet and began to crawl towards his torso.

Joshua stiffened, his glance towards Peter suggesting alarm.

“Shuffle up,” Peter patted the middle of the mattress.

Joshua did as instructed.

Peter knelt down behind Joshua and carefully reached around his body.

Joshua felt the softness of Peters long, tanned fingers curl around his wrists.

“You have to keep you hands above your head,” Peter ordered, “You can’t drop them down.”

Joshua couldn’t help but let a smile draw across his lips.

“O-okay,” he said, almost breathlessly.

Excitement began to build as Peter lifted Joshua’s arms upward.

Joshua felt his sides, his ribcage, his underarms stretch open.

For now, they were protected by his t-shirt - only suggestive curls of armpit hair poked out of his tee’s sleeves …

… Enough for Peter to play with.

Peter gently began to stroke Joshua’s underarms, his ten fingers brushing over Joshua’s already sweaty armpits with ease and professionalism.

Joshua kicked out his right leg, his chin pressing down against the top of his chest as he felt laughter bubble up in the pit of his stomach.

The want, the need to pull his arms down began to feel borderline overwhelming, almost immediately. 

“Keep them up …” Peter reminded, in a deeply toned warning.

Joshua nodded quickly, his legs sliding across the bed, his heels gathering up the bed sheets as he dragged them forwards and backwards, giggles now escaping his lips.

Peter stopped almost as soon as he started …

… But only to remove Joshua’s t-shirt.

Joshua huffed, shooting his eyes down to Peter’s hands as they reached around his stomach and began to hold onto the hem of his tee.

Joshua readied himself for darkness as the t-shirt began its peel upward, where Peter hooked it over his face, blinding him momentarily.

Peter acknowledged Joshua’s toned abs, his narrow waist, his broad chest and slim sides.

“Your body looks good,” Peter commented, keeping the t-shirt around Joshua’s face and head, the material working as a form of bondage in keeping Joshua’s arms above and together.

“Th, thanks …” Joshua mumbled into the material of his tee, his breath hot against his mouth, “... Being on tour is a work out …”

Peter smirked, nodding in understanding as his fingertips returned to Joshua’s body.

“Today will be a work out too,” Peter suggested, “Mark my words …”

He then began to softly tickle Joshua’s waist, his fingertips wiggling over his hips where they gradually made their way up to Joshua’s sides.

Joshua squirmed to the right, a sudden bellow of laughter jumping out of him in a loud shout.

“AGH!”

He dug his heels into the bed and then began to giggle as Peter took his fingertips back to his armpits.

Joshua laughed into his t-shirt, able to only see the material gathered in front of him, only able to feel the cool air of the hired out home press against his exposed upper body as Peter continued to stroke his underarms.

Suddenly, Joshua’s t-shirt was whipped off his head.

The brightness from the windows caused Joshua to squint.

Peter carefully held Joshua’s wrists and placed them back down into his lap.

Joshua sat in silence, topless, clearing his throat, scratching his nose …

Peter climbed away from Joshua and stood off the bed, back by the stocks attached to the green velvet chair.

“Stand up,” Peter placed his hands behind his back, “Let me look at you.”

Joshua almost pounced into action.

He didn’t even realise how quickly he had fallen into submissive mode, his reaction to do as he had been told without question …

Joshua climbed off the bed and then stood a few metres away from Peter.

Peter’s gaze travelled over Joshua, from the curls of his hair down to the tips of his toenails.

“Everything …” Joshua scratched an itch away from his right elbow, “... Everything okay?”

Peter took his formally attired self in a casual walk towards the celebrity singer where his right hand curled gently around Joshua’s left hand.

Slowly, Peter lifted Joshua’s left arm, once again exposing the furry depths of his underarm.

Peter closed his eyes and moved into Joshua, his face pressing softly against Joshua’s left armpit where he breathed in the scent of moist skin, damp underarm hair and twenty two year old sweat.

“... More than okay …” Peter whispered.

Joshua stood still, his teeth clamping down over his lower lip as he stood there, momentarily examined by his tickler.

Past Peter’s shoulder, Joshua could make an assessment of his own.

His narrowed eyed gaze took in the details of the items laid out around the stocks;

Black string, an electric massager, a bottle of lotion, two hairbrushes, an electric toothbrush …

Items he had no idea could be used to tickle …

Items that seemed to have been specifically picked to ensure an intensity unlike anything he’d ever felt.

Beside those, an uncapped bottle of water … As if Peter had prepared for the dehydration such an event might cause.

“You’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you …” Joshua presented his question in the form of a statement, a slight tremble to his voice.

Peter nodded into Joshua’s armpit as he continued to smell and slightly lick around the hairy expanse of flesh that made up Joshua’s underarm. 

“I’m going to introduce you to a level of tickling that you’ll never forget,” Peter reassured, carefully taking Joshua’s left arm back down to his side, “Something that you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”

Joshua felt goosebumps flutter across the back of his neck.

In an attempt to regain some form of control, a sense of management during a situation where he had speedily began to feel intimidated, Joshua pressed his lips together and looked Peter directly in the eye. 

“Is that a promise?” He cocked an eyebrow.

Peter stood to the side, opening up a pathway towards the green velvet chair.

“Take a seat, and you’ll find out,” he said.

P A R T O N E : T H E S T O C K S

The green velvet chair was a fold up piece of furniture that extended into a single sofa bed.

Peter had pulled the bottom half out so that his portable wooden stocks could be restrained to its surface.

This way, Joshua could sit down comfortably with his legs over the bottom half of the sofa bed, his ankles locked in the stocks, his toes tied back by black string.

The top half of the sofa bed had been lifted so that it still felt like an actual sofa.

Joshua rested his back against it, his tanned skin finding comfort in the soft velvet material the sofa bed had been covered in.

Joshua held his right hand out to Peter, who knelt down beside him.

“So you want me to yell as hard as I like? No one is gonna hear me?” Joshua asked as Peter attached a cotton cuff to his right wrist.

“That’s correct,” Peter began to attach another cuff to Joshua’s left wrist, “This is your chance to not hold back, to let it all out, to laugh as much as you feel like it, shout as loud as you want, beg as much as you need to …”

Attached to each cuff were metal clips.

Peter carefully connected them together, binding Joshua’s wrists.

“I kinda think I won't have much choice in the whole ‘not holding back’ thing …” Joshua allowed Peter to carefully lift his hands above his head, “... That electric toothbrush looks deadly, man …”

Peter tied a thin length of rope to Joshua’s wrist cuffs and then pulled the rope down the back and behind of the sofa bed, positioning Joshua’s hands above him.

“ … He’s a star of the show,” Peter teased, “Just you wait and see …”

Joshua grunted as he tried to pull his arms back over his shoulders, but his wrists were pinned down tight.

His underarms and sides were now entirely exposed, his bare feet toe tied and locked in stocks at the bottom of the sofa.

“Fff …” Joshua bit his lip, containing a swear word, “ … I’ve uh, I’ve never been tied up like this before. It feels kinda …”

Peter stood back up where he admired Joshua in his set up.

“... Scary?” Peter began to roll up his sleeves.

Joshua rubbed an itch away from his jaw by sliding his chin against his right arm.

“No,” he wriggled his nose, “I was gonna say exciting, actually …”

Peter knelt back down over the carpet, this time besides the stocks.

“In around twenty minutes you’re gonna wish the bondage wasn’t there, believe me …” Peter intentionally changed the subject, leading Joshua into a mini realm of distraction as he picked up the electric massager, “ … Have you eaten today? Had enough fluids?”

Joshua lifted his head as he watched Peter press his thumb down over the massagers ‘on’ button.

Btzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz …

“Uh, yeah, I uh, I had a McDonalds just before I–” Joshua jolted in the stocks as soon as the electric massager pressed down against the sole of his right foot, “--DAMN, you didn’t even tell me you were gonna DO–” his voice raised into a high pitched squeal as the massager ran down the bottom of his foot, “--DOO OO OOOO OOOH THAT!”

Joshua’s toes curled and flexed as his feet thrashed inwards and then stretched out to the side, his flawless and silky smooth size ten’s writhing in the stocks as Peter unapologetically began a session he had pledged to be Joshua’s most intense.

The electric massager vibrated with a constant and relentless buzz, its chosen and attached capped surface decorated in tiny plastic bristles that currently dragged across, from side to side, over Joshua’s right arch.

Joshua lifted his butt, his body bouncing over the velvet chair in a steady bounce as his eyes widened and his mouth splayed out into a wide grin, a heavy roll of laughter erupting out of him in the form of breathless, unpausing giggles.

“Oh! Oh—ahahaha–haahahahaha–oh shit–ahahhahahahaaaa-a-aahahahhhh—aaahahhhahahaaaahhhhh–!”

Peter listened to the laughter, awaiting a moment during its release where Joshua would inhale, but he didn’t …

“-- Ahhahahahhh-ahahhhahaha-ahahhhhhaahahhaaahhhhagahhh–”

He just kept laughing and laughing and laughing as the electric massager continued in its slow and tormenting press against Joshua’s right sole.

“Your laughter would suggest this device is quite effective …” Peter noted.

Joshua nodded frantically, his teeth clenching together as his knees wobbled from left to right.

“It’s worhahahahahahahahse thahahaahahahahan the bruhuhahahahahahahuhhhshhhh!”

Peter pressed the electric massager against all five of Joshua’s pinned back toes, the bristles vibrating against their long, fleshy lengths.

“It’s worse than the brush?” Peter always liked to translate Joshua’s giggled wording, mostly to just satisfy himself.

Joshua began to scream in short bursts as the electric massager remained around his toes, the vibration buzzing in and around them as the plastic bristles ran between their sleek, desperate-to-clench shape.

“AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!” He screamed, his jaw stretching open, “AHHH! AHHH! AHHHH!”

Peter began to laugh himself, Joshua’s high pitched yelps working as a form of entertainment as they left Joshua’s throat.

“It’s this toe here …” Peter focused on using his arm strength to push the electric massager down over Joshua’s right middle toe, “ … Drives you wild …” Peter murmured to himself.

Joshua continued to laugh and scream, his head thrashing from side to side, his curls of hair now littering the top half of his face.

“AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHHHHHH!” Joshua heaved, “AGHHHHHH! AGHHHHH! AGHHHHAHAHAHHHHHAAAAAA–AAHAHAHHHHH!”

Peter had never heard Joshua laugh this loudly before - his shouts and howls filled the open plan living space, echoing out through the bedroom and over the bannister where they rolled out over the couch and coffee table ten feet below.

“AHHH! AGHHHHH! AGHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!” Joshua threw his head forward, his eyes glaring at the electric massager and its presence across his middle toe, “AHHHHH AHAHAHAGHAHHHHHHAAA–AHHHHAHAHAHAAAA—” he began to lose his breath, his foot squirming in a distorted twist, its shape held into place by the string pinning back all five of his toes, “--AHHHH! AHHH! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ENOUGH WITH THE TOE! ENOUGH WITH THE–”

Joshua’s weight fell back into the chair as he huffed in relief, Peter taking the massager away from Joshua’s foot momentarily.

He switched it off, the bzzzzzzzzzzz ending with a sudden –click!

Peter gave Joshua only seconds to catch his breath as he began to apply baby oil to Joshua’s soles.

Joshua jumped, the sudden implementation of the cold liquid against his feet causing him to shift in the chair.

Peter began to massage the slippery substance into Joshua’s soles, making casual conversation with the young man as he did so.

“That’s some impressive laughter you’ve got there, kid … You really aren’t keeping it to yourself …”

Joshua licked his lips, his feet squirming under Peter’s touch as he watched his tickler sneak in a few fingernail scratches as he rubbed in the oil.

“I can’t hel–HELP–” Joshua jumped up again, Peter’s index finger gliding quickly down his left arch as he soaked his feet in the shimmering substance, “-- help it, damn! You’re really going to town on me, man …”

Peter dried his own hands off with a nearby towel, reaching for his next tool.

“I most certainly am …”

Joshua pulled his torso forward in shock as Peter ran a hairbrush down the bottom of his left foot, not hesitating for a moment in gliding the plastic weapon from side to side across his arch in a ruthless and merciless attack.

Joshua erupted, hysterics leaving him in a confident explosion of loud, steady laughter.

“AGH! AGHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AGAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA-A-AAAA–AAAAHHHHAAA! AHHH! AHAGHAHAHHH–”

The stocks wobbled and shook, the sofa creaked, Joshua’s manic laughter a constant soundtrack to a session that had already proved to be his most physically challenging yet.

Peter showcased a different side to himself, a side that revelled in pushing their lee into a state of complete oblivion, a realm of utter delirium where the only sufferable thing to do was endure the tickle torture taking place.

A side that many other ticklers Peter knew also had deep within them, a side that was often a choice to either keep hidden or be proud to display.

This time, Peter felt proud.

He owned his skill as a tickler, his dominance, his ability to locate areas of the foot that would transform a lee from ‘laughing and begging’ to ‘I can’t take it anymore’ levels of ruin …

He got Joshua there in less than a minute, simply by using his fingernails to also tickle the sole of Joshua’s right foot.

“AGAHAHAHAHAH–NOO–” Joshua cried, “NOT THE OTHER ONE AS WELL! AGAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT TWO AT THE SAME TIAHAHAHAHAHAAAIMEEEE–”

Joshua winced and bit his lip, shaking his feet so hard within the stocks that they began to rattle, the bottom panel sliding inches further down the velvet surface of the sofa bed.

“Not two at the same time?” Peter translated, his fingers working one sole whilst the hairbrush worked the other, “Beg me to use a different tool, and I might consider it …”

Joshua cackled and heaved, his elbows pressing into his head as the scent of body odour left his pits and began to waft up his nostrils, nostrils that had flared open in the midst of his squirming and writhing. 

“AGHAHAHAHAHAHHAAGHHHAHAHA–” Joshua breathed in quick, “Use something else, use something else, use something else!” He urged, exhaling all at once, “Please, please, please, please, please, please, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssse! …”

Peter slowed down the hairbrush's rub, still ensuring the plastic bristles glided carefully across Joshua’s baby oil drenched sole as he reached for his third tool, each tool making a debut appearance in such a quick and speedy rotation that Joshua had trouble keeping up.

Click!

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz …

Joshua felt relieved to see the hairbrush be laid back out over the carpet, but concerned at the speed of the electric toothbrushes head as it whizzed and spun so fast that its bristles blurred.

Joshua began to shape out the word ‘no,’ but before he could ask his tickler for a second to compartmentalise his thoughts, the electric toothbrush landed between the big toe and index toe of his left foot.

Joshua felt his shoulders drop as laughter trickled out of his mouth, his giggles steady and deep, his voice already torn and dry.

This tickled like hell, but it wasn’t as bad as the previous two tools …

Joshua would inform Peter of that fact, but for now he enjoyed just giggling into his chest, a thin layer of sweat now developing over his upper lip.

Peter journeyed the electric toothbrush across Joshua’s other toes, their shining lengths squirming within the black string that so expertly pinned them to the top of the stocks.

Peter narrowed his eyes in focus, keen to ensure that the vibrating bristles travelled in such a way that they covered every single inch of Joshua’s ticklish toes, from the bulbous tips to the silky smooth base.

Joshua continued to giggle and heave, his laughter long and breathless, his mouth fixed into a wide smile as his eyes began to fill with water.

“I’ve got tears!” Joshua announced.

“I can see!” Peter chuckled, his face turning towards Joshuas as he kept the toothbrush in a gradual glide around Joshua’s second to little toe.

There they were - tears of hysteria slowly leaving Joshua’s eyes where they rolled down his cheeks, evaporating almost immediately due to the heat radiating off of Joshua’s skin.

Joshua continued to howl, his back arching as Peter devoured an exceptionally ticklish area of his foot: right in the middle of his heel and arch, a desperately sensitive area of flesh that elevated Joshua’s ‘I can handle this’ mentality into a desperate, ‘NO, STOP IT NOW’ reaction that caused the boy to throw himself forwards in a violent thrash.

“OH! OH! OHAHAHAHAA-A-AAHHAHHAHAAAHHHH! AHH! AHH! AHHAGAHHAHAHAHA–”

Peter grinned in accomplishment - finding new spots when he thought he had located them all was always a joyous feeling …

How many more are there on Joshua’s body that I have yet to discover? He thought.

He and the twenty two year old would most certainly find out in the next few hours …

Peter, keen to keep Joshua on his toes, did the unexpected.

Just when Joshua thought the focus would remain at his feet, Peter decided to surprise him.

He stood and walked towards the top of the sofa, positioning himself behind it, allowing Joshua to curl his toes and refill his lungs with air, if only for a few seconds …

Joshua returned to breathless giggling as soon as the electric toothbrush arrived under his right armpit.

Peter sent the tool into the hairy depths, creating a manic laughter within Joshua that the young man couldn’t contain even if he wanted to.

He thrashed his arms around as if they were being electrocuted, his head wobbling from side to side as if he were a mad man under a spell, saliva being sucked back past his lips instead of seeping out onto his chest like it was just about to …

One area that Peter hadn’t tried out was Joshua’s neck …

With ease and precision, Peter sent the toothbrush away from Joshua’s right armpit and up to his right collarbone where it whizzed and buzzed towards Joshua’s Adam's apple.

“AGH! AGH! AGH!”

Joshua’s high pitched screams returned, his head twisting into his shoulder in an attempt to catch the electric toothbrush, or at least knock it away …

Peter dragged the toothbrush across the back of Joshua’s neck, creating more girlish screams that came in their dozens, one after the other with no pauses in between …

“AGHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AGHHHHHH! AGHHHHH!” He screamed.

Once again, Peter found himself laughing as he playfully arrived at the other side of Joshua’s neck, the electric toothbrush whizzing across the softness of the skin that made up the flesh between his left collarbone and jaw.

Joshua’s head rolled around with a speed that suggested he had been put on fast forward, his eyes wide and filled with madness, his face scrunched up in shock as Peter exposed a beyond-hyper-sensitive spot of Joshua’s body.

“That’s one ticklish neck …” Peter muttered, “... How about I use two toothbrushes on it …”

Joshua raised his eyebrows as he paused his laughter, gulping down a large bubble of worry as Peter unexpectedly took a second toothbrush from out of his trouser pocket.

“NO!” Joshua twisted his body to the right as he shot a look of warning up towards Peter, “NO, NO, MAN, COME ON, NO, NO, NO, NO! Seriously! Seriously? Seriously noo-aaagh! Not my neck, not my NE-AHHH! AGHHHH! AGHHHHHHH! AGHHAHAHAHA! AGH-haha-hahahahahah-ahahahahahah-ahahahahahah–!”

Joshua had no choice but to throw his head around from left to right, front to back, allowing it to smack over the back of the sofa his shoulders pressed against.

His laughter was full of concern, saturated in distress, it’s tone now reaching squealing levels as Peter violated his neck non stop with the relentless, merciless whizz of two electric toothbrushes at once.

Joshua screamed, his face burning up, his cheeks boiling red, his toes throbbing from how hard his feet were forcing themselves forwards …

“How about we go down here …” Peter suggested, calmly and casually, his in-control state the complete opposite to Joshua’s out of control dilemma …

“NO, WHAT, WHO, STOP–” Joshua wasn’t making sense.

His bloodshot eyes watched Peter’s arms reach over his torso where Peter grabbed at the waist band of Joshua’s sweatpants and lifted them up.

Peter raised his eyebrows as he caught a glimpse of Joshua’s cock, something he hadn’t seen before.

Larger than expected and squashed between his thighs, surrounded by furry tufts of brown pubic hair … The sight arrived as an unexpected visual that Peter couldn’t help but address.

“No underwear? That’s a choice …”

Bzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Joshua felt a warm blush flood his face from forehead to chin as he bit his upper lip, his teeth clenching down hard in concern as Peter shoved one electric toothbrush between his thighs, ensuring that the vibrating bristled ends were trapped in the fleshy, ticklish space around Joshua’s balls.

“No, no, not down there … Not down there!” Joshua protested, gasps leaving his mouth as he clamped his thighs against each other, kicking his legs madly in an attempt to move the toothbrush away from his balls.

Joshua began to scream, now so loudly that Peter could feel the volume of his shout vibrate through the air.

“AAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AGHHHAGAHHHAAGHHHAA GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT–”

Bzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Peter grinned sadistically, using the other toothbrush to tickle Joshua’s left underarm, sending it into the very depths of his armpit where it stayed whilst Joshua continued to thrash about in his seat.

Joshua’s howls of laughter were now so genuinely filled with hysteria that the boy had begun to transform into a former shell of himself, a version that now simply existed as a ticklish shape made only to be tormented by Peter and Peter only …

Peter took things to the next level by lifting the waistband of Joshua’s sweatpants once again, where he shoved the second toothbrush beside the first …

He then pinged back the waist band, where Joshua’s sweatpants trapped the toothbrushes between his thighs.

Bzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!

“AGHHAHAHAHGGAHHAHHHHHAGHHHHHHHHHHAGAGAHHAHHAGGHHHHHHHHH–”

Joshua threw his body forwards in disbelief, his arms still pinned above him, his pits now victim to Peter’s fingers as the electric toothbrushes did his work for him, working as ticklers themselves as they vibrated against his cock and balls beneath the sweaty confines of Joshua’s sweatpants.

Joshua’s kicking and squirming, whilst uncontrollable and much needed as a way to get through this moment, eventually only worked against him in the long run.

So much movement and so much writhing caused the electric toothbrushes to tumble past his manhood where they gathered together at his taint.

“AHHHHHAGGHHHHHHH–AGHHHHHAHAHAGGGHHHHHHHHH! AGHHAGAHAHAGHHHHAAAGHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA—-”

Joshua screamed in alarm, the vibrating whizz of the toothbrushes heads against his taint proving too hard to handle, his entire body stiffening out into a statuesque, rigid state, panic now overwhelming him entirely.

His laughter continued despite him wanting it to stop, the sensory overload almost sending him to levels of blackout as his arms pressed tightly against the sides of his face, squashing his cheeks up against his lips

With Peter’s fingers in his armpits at the same time, Joshua had no choice but to cry out his concern.

“NO, PETER, SERIOUSLY, TAKE IT OUT I’M SERIOUSLY GONNA PISS MYSELF IF YOU DON’T–”

His warning came out in a terrorised growl, his face staring forwards at the stocks around his ankles, his eyes unblinking …

But Peter didn’t stop.

He persisted, his fingers now working vigorously within the sweat soaked caverns of Joshua’s pits, the electric toothbrushes still sending Joshua wild as their tips tortured his taint.

“PETER, SERIOUSLY, TAKE, TAKE IT OUT, THIS ISN’T F-FUNNY!” He burrowed his face into his right arm, his teeth taking in some of his own flesh as he bit down on his skin, “TAKE IT FUCKING OUT SER, SERIOUSLY, I HATE IT, YOU’RE KILLING ME–”

“--Beg me to stop, and I might consider …” Peter taunted, his tickling constant and relentless.

Joshua didn’t beg - he wouldn’t give Peter that satisfaction.

Instead, as strained giggles continued to leave his lips, he pulled his arms over his shoulders as hard as he could, his cuffs still securing him, his eyes glaring down at the crotch of his sweatpants, the toothbrushes beneath the grey cotton material still whizzing and buzzing between his thighs just as Joshua decided to state the obvious.

“I’M GONNA BREAK MY WRISTS, I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE YOU WANT ME TO DO!”

Peter’s hands slid away from Joshua’s underarms.

Joshua panted and huffed, the discomfort of something so sharp and violating tickling his taint at such an unnatural speed caused him to clench his fists so tightly that his fingernails almost cut into his palms.

“Take it out,” Joshua heaved breathlessly, “Take it out, take it out, take it–”

Peter took his time in making his way around the sofa, towards Joshua’s legs where he lifted the waistband of his sweatpants back up, reached between his thighs and began to start to remove the electric toothbrushes.

Joshua giggled and screamed, kicking his legs as Peter held onto both devices with one hand, taking them away from Joshua’s taint but still allowing them to drag around his balls and the base of his cock.

“TAKE IT OUT, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!” Joshua shouted, his eyes nearly popping out of his head as he looked down at his thighs, the toothbrushes still taking their time in their agonising exit.

“Hmm, they’re a little stuck …” Peter chuckled, ‘accidentally’ dropping one back between Joshua’s thighs whilst removing the other entirely.

Joshua burst into laughter, his head thrashing from left to right as the toothbrushes bristles landed right against the tip of his cock, tickling it ruthlessly without it even being held or controlled.

“Seriously, Peter, I’m gonna lose myshitifyoudonttakethatdamnthingouttamy–”

Click!

Peter reached between Joshua’s thighs and turned the electric toothbrush off, allowing the boy some much needed relief.

He then pulled them out of his sweatpants, making sure the waistband returned to its position, ensuring Joshua’s manhood was delicately concealed once again.

Joshua felt as if he had run five miles non stop, his lungs burning, his jaw aching, his lips now swollen and puffy.

He gathered his thoughts, aware that he had just been tickled in the most intense way he’d ever been tickled in his life, non stop …

He watched Peter return to the stocks.

“What? Wait …” Joshua couldn’t believe there wouldn’t be a break, “... Peter, dude, come on, give me a sec …”

Peter reluctantly ignored Joshua’s request, something he didn’t find easy to do.

He then removed the toothbrush necks off of each base of the device, discarding them across the carpet.

This revealed the tools internal structure, the thing that made the bristles vibrate and spin - a sharp, metal, pin like stick.

Joshua’s eyes widened as he watched Peter press his thumb over each toothbrushes ‘on’ button.

He went to shout a loud ‘DON’T YOU DARE’, but only the word, “DON’T!” left his lips before his mouth became a tool in itself - a tool that simply produced giggles and laughter and not much else.

Peter ran the sharp, pin like needles across Joshua’s toes, their vibrating buzz infiltrating even the hardest to invade gaps and spaces thanks to their thin and agile shape.

Joshua threw his head forwards, his mouth the widest open it had ever been, his eyes white and framed by thick, dark eyelashes.

He wasn’t aware he could scream this loudly, this non stop, this high pitched … Reaching notes he’d only dream of reaching when singing live on stage …

“AHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!”

He couldn’t conceive how ticklish this felt, to have such a sharp sensation travel around the oily base of his toes, all ten of them, as two buzzing needles tormented him at once.

Joshua’s toes would scrunch and his soles would wrinkle as soon as the pin whizzed down the bottom of his foot, taking him by surprise, causing more screams to unapologetically leave his mouth.

“AGHHHH! AGHHHH! AGHHHHH! AGHHHH!”

Peter had never focused on being this ruthless before, his intention to continue to push Joshua the furthest he’d ever been pushed an intention now fulfilled as he continued to send the pin-like needles across the bottoms of his feet in a tortuous side to side motion …

Just when Joshua thought he couldn’t stand it on that spot anymore, Peter would take the exposed toothbrush spines back to his toes where they would drag across the baby oil soaked betweens, the sharp tip buzzing over long, curling lengths and their silky smooth structure. 

“AGHHH! AGHHHHAGHHHH! AGHAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAH—GAHAHAHHAAAAAAHHAAGAHAHAHAAAHAA!”

Joshua’s feet twisted from left to right, the toe ties keeping them mostly fixed still as he yanked and pulled at his arm restraints, his entire mind and body giving into how screwed he was, how stuck he had become, how unbelievably ticklish he seemed to be …

Joshua went to mouth the word ‘please’, his eyes forcing themselves to glare down at Peter, but before the word could leave his mouth Peter switched off both electric toothbrushes, the loud clicking noise signalling the end of the first part of the session.

Joshua deflated into the sofa, his arms splaying apart, the scent of his body odour filling the room as his eyes fell shut and his mouth dropped open.

He panted, heaved, huffed and puffed, his toes buzzing from the vibrations, the betweens of his thighs still itchy from the toothbrushes sudden and unexpected presence.

Peter stood, his knees trembling as he did so, his body also tired from kneeling and standing, reaching and grabbing, moving and turning …

He wiped some sweat away from his forehead, laying the toothbrushes down carefully over the bed.

“Did I live up to my promise?” Peter asked, his right hand unbuttoning his shirt so that it fell open, revealing toned abs and a golden chest.

Joshua kept his eyes closed, his body too focused on gaining more oxygen and enjoying the relief before he could even compartmentalise an answer.

“You … You fucking des, destroyed me,” he chuckled, his words coming out in heavy sighs, “Can I … Can I get a swig of that water?” He nodded over at the cold looking bottle standing besides the assortment of used and now discarded tickle tools.

Peter folded his arms triumphantly, aware that he had indeed pushed Joshua the furthest he’d been pushed …

… But, after discovering how ticklish his neck was, he would most certainly push him just that little bit further, into a place of unforgiving hysteria that Joshua only thought he had experienced.

“Of course. Catch your breath. I’m taking things to the next level, once you’ve recovered …”

Peter picked up the bottle, uncapped it and then aimed it carefully towards Joshua’s mouth.

With his wrists still bound above him, he could only shape his mouth into an ‘O’ position and allow Peter to pour the water past his lips in a generous trickle.

“... Next level …?” Joshua spat, the water dribbling over his chest, which actually felt quite nice considering how hot he felt, “... How can it get any more intense?”

Peter continued to hydrate his lee, a toying smirk lifting his lips.

“Just you wait and see …”

P A R T T W O : T I E D T O T H E B E D

Peter knelt down by the bottom left corner of the bed, Joshua’s left barefoot now right beside his face.

Joshua lay on his back in his sweatpants, bound to the mattress in the starfish position, his wrists and ankles secured to each corner by cotton cuffs and black rope.

He stared up at the ceiling, a square of sunlight highlighting his face and chest in a flattering glow.

Peter drizzled moisturiser into his palms and began to massage it into Joshua’s left foot, as he explained the severity of Joshua’s situation.

“I’m going to start hard,” Peter declared, his fingers and thumbs working the moisturiser into Joshua’s sole; his heel, the sides of his foot, all five of his toes …

 “And then I’ll level up throughout, getting you to the point where you arrived earlier on; angry, begging, frustrated,” Peter began to tickle the moisturiser into Joshua’s arch as he continued his description of the session, “But this time, I won’t stop. I’ll keep on going …”

Joshua’s foot squirmed under Peter’s firm yet tormenting touch, the moisturiser making his skin moist and slippery, every scratch now heightened in its sensation …

“How, how long are we–” Joshua bit his upper lip, looking over his chest and down to Peter’s hands as they continued to finger his toes, “--How long are we doing this for?”

Peter shook his head, content with how much moisturiser he had applied to Joshua’s left sole.

“I’m not telling you. The idea is that you have no idea … You’re clueless, desperate, uncertain and unknowing as to how long it’ll last,” Peter picked up a hairbrush, “How long you have left …”

Joshua grimaced as the hairbrush landed over his left sole, his head thrown back against the pillow in a fierce and repetitive bounce. 

“But that’s not fair!” Joshua cried, “You could keep me here all daahahahahahahaamn daahahahahahahahaaaayyyy!”

Joshua became victim to more heavy laughter and manic giggles, his tied down body squirming only inches across the bed sheets due to the tightness of his bonds.

Peter slid the hairbrush from side to side, his right hand holding the tool with confidence, his left hand pressing down over Joshua’s leg to keep his foot in place, a foot that had started to shake and twist anytime the brush’s bristles would run across the creamy, sleek expanse of his left sole.

“... Hahahaaahahahaahahahaahaha, oh,oh, agahahahahahahahaaaghhh, no, no, bahaha—ahahhahaahahaaha …”

Peter clenched his teeth in determination, ensuring the brush covered every centimetre of landscape that made up the bottom of Joshua’s left foot, from the end of his heel all the way to the tips of his toes …

But it was the arch that really drove Joshua insane …

Left to right, side to side, a constant scrape is what would lift those giggles into screams; turn that laughter into shouts, make that skin vibrate, that chest glimmer with perspiration …

Joshua’s howls came out in coarse, delirious cries, his face creased with hysteria, his grin filled with lunacy as he kicked his left leg and scrunched his toes.

“Ahahahahagahahahahahahahahah! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhahahahahaahahahaha—hahaaaaahahahahahahahaaahahaa—hahahahaahahahaaahaha–”

Peter felt relieved they had hired out such a private location - if they had actioned this setting in a hotel, residents in rooms on either side would be calling downstairs to vent their concern.

Peter began to struggle in keeping Joshua’s foot in one place: the young man had decided to point his toes forwards in an attempt to plant his sole over the mattress, to hide the ticklishness of his foot from the brush.

All Peter needed to do was grab those toes and pull his foot back up, further exposing the sensitive flesh where he wouldn’t hesitate in returning the hairbrush to its duties. 

“Grr,” Peter grunted, “You really need to keep still,” he said playfully, knowing full well that Joshua could do anything but keep still.

Joshua threw his head forwards, an angry scowl burning through Peter as he giggled in utter disbelief. 

“... Keep still …?” Joshua yelled, both of his legs now kicking rampantly, “Keep STILL? WHAT THE FUCK …!”

Both men fell into laughter as Peter continued to tickle torture Joshua, the room now filled with the orange glow of a setting sun, howls of mania and the scent of body sweat and baby oil.

“Aahaahhha—ahhhhhhhh—ahhhhh– AHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHH!”

Joshua began to scream loudly as Peter scraped the hairbrush repeatedly across the toes of his left foot, the bristles catching their lengths in a non stop scrape, their plastic, solid shape strong enough to persist no matter how much Joshua curled or clenched his toes.

“AHHHHH! AGHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHHH! AHHH! AHHHHAGAHHHHHH!”

“Laugh, cry, shout, beg,” Peter continued to work Joshua’s toes as the twenty two year old threw himself around on the bed, his bonds expertly keeping him in place, “Just try and keep still …” Peter teased.

Once again, Joshua threw his head over his chest and shot a fierce look at Peter, his eyes watering, his cheeks flushing pink, his nostrils flaring.

A look that said, ‘say that one more time …’

Peter acknowledged Joshua’s fury, choosing to push down his caring side in favour of the relentless half he had so far concealed by increasing pressure over Joshua’s toes, the hairbrush running in a torturous drag past his oiled up, fleshy digits.

His ears were occupied by the ferocious tones of Joshua’s hysteria, his laughter loud and constant, his breathing manageable but short winded during his torment.

To Peter’s surprise, Joshua shouted out a request, a request that informed him that a focus on this body part without a pause was proving too much already.

Joshua squeezed his eyes shut and faced the ceiling, his left leg kicking so hard that the ankle restraint had started to rub against his skin, “DO THE NEXT FOOT!” He cried.

Peter continued to press, his voice calm and politely presented, despite the physical demand tickling someone in such a way required.

“Do what?” He asked casually.

Joshua didn’t hesitate in repeating himself.

“DO THE NEXT FOOT!”

Peter raised his eyebrows, the brush now running across Joshua’s arch even if the boy had started to kick away the bottom half of the bedsheets.

“Why should I do that?” Peter asked, “This is my favourite foot …”

Joshua clenched his teeth and lifted his head, his entire face scrunching up as he let out a deep, long growl that came from the very bottom of his throat.

“GGGRRRRRRGGGGGGGRRR … ”

His body stiffened, his shoulders hunched, the veins in his neck bulged as Peter rubbed the hairbrush across his arch at a speedy rate, non stop, for around ten seconds …

“ … GRAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! …”

Peter slid the hairbrush away from Joshua’s sole for just a fraction of a moment.

As Joshua’s head landed on the pillow with a bounce, his entire body relaxed for maybe a second and a half until it jolted back up again in surprise, Peter returning to the toes of Joshua’s left foot with the pin like needle that made up the spine of the electric toothbrush, a toothbrush without its bristles or cap …

Click!

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Joshua felt tears roll down his cheeks as the needle vibrated across his little toe, moving with a buzz over to his middle, then down to his arch and then back up to his index toe, where it jumped across to the big one, circling its fleshy pad in a dire rotation.

The bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz filled the room, mixed up with Joshua’s non stop giggling, giggling that had become high pitched and breathless thanks to the pin-like sensation vibrating across the chunk of big toe that had now been caught between Peter’s thumb and index finger.

“AGHAAAAAAAHHHGAAAHHHHH! AGHHHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAGHHHH! AGHHH! AGHHH!”

Peter chuckled at just how much hysteria Joshua was expelling, the volume of his cries, the energy within him to create such a sound, such vigorous movements, such violent kicks …

“You having a good time?” Peter taunted.

Joshua kicked and kicked and kicked and kicked, his eyes narrowing in focus as he took in details of the ceiling as a way to distract himself from the situation.

“I haven’t got the energy to do something like this all AT ONCE!” Joshua explained, the end of his sentence leaving his lips in a frustrated shout, “Stop with the damn tools come ON!”

Peter agreed.

He discarded the electric toothbrush and instead began to simply tickle Joshua’s left sole with his fingernails, a tool in themselves that he knew he could work just as well as any electronic device.

This sent Joshua into an unexpected level of utter lunacy.

He laughed and cackled, giggled and cried, kicked his leg harder than he had done since this part of the session began …

To Peter’s surprise, simply tickling his sole with his fingers would transform Joshua into a dishevelled mess, his entire foot twisting and writhing underneath Peter’s touch as Peter’s fingernails scratched and slid all over his sole.

“AHHAAAAGHHHHH! AGHHHAAGAGHHHHH! AGHHHAAGHHHHHH! AGHHHH! AGHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AGAHAAHAHHHHHH! AGHHHHAHAHAAHAH! AGAHHHHAAAGGHHHHH! AGHHHHHHHHH!”

His laughter echoed throughout the room, his face almost unrecognisable due to how large his grin appeared, how tightly his eyes had squeezed shut, how red his skin had become …

“Wow, this is really sending you over the edge!” Peter commented.

Joshua couldn’t respond with words - he just continued to howl to his hearts content, the fingernails running over his foot proving too intense to even consider as a real life circumstance currently taking place, on his body, from the ankle down.

“AHHHHHAGAGHHHHHHHH! AGHHHHHH! AGAHHHHHHHH! AGHAHAAHAHAHAGHHHHHHHH!”

Peter worked the foot with all ten fingers, not leaving one spot untouched; the sole, the heel, the sides, the toes, between the toes … Even the tops, which Joshua hadn’t thought to be that ticklish, until now …

“No, no, no,” Joshua felt his vision blur, “I’m, I’m seeing black dots!” He declared.

Peter slowed down the tickling, Joshua’s statement informing him that he might be close to passing out.

“You’re seeing black dots?” Peter enquired, his fingernails still running across Joshua’s left sole.

Joshua continued to kick and squirm, his face twisting into his shoulder as he yelled into the sweat of his own skin.

“Man this is unbearaaahaaahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaahahahahahaable!”

Peter smirked, his attacks now pressing down just over Joshua’s left arch.

“It’s unbearable? Wow, I think I’ve already broken you …”

Joshua whimpered and raised his eyebrows, glancing down at Peter as Peter continued to scratch across his arch.

“... And it’s only been nine minutes …” Peter teased.

Joshua cried out in disbelief, shocked by how short a time it had been when the second part of the session already felt like it had gone on for at least half an hour.

“NINE?”

Peter chuckled, nodding as he took his fingernails down to Joshua’s heel, where the boy kicked hard and fast in dire distress.

“Yup. And I’ve not even reached your upper body …”

Joshua pressed his chin over his chest, curls of hair dangling over his face.

“No, no, no,” he flexed his fingers and rolled his waist to the right, “I’m not doing it,” he declared, “I’m done! I’m so done!” He said, exhaustion overwhelming him.

“You’re done?” Peter circled his index finger over Joshua’s heel, “We’ve barely even started …”

Before Joshua could scream and shout out in protest, he suddenly felt the torment fade into a gradual stop as Peter departed from his left foot …

Only to make his way to the right …

Joshua, breathless and boiling, peered over his torso where he watched Peter kneel down at the right corner of the bed.

“... No … No … No …” Joshua muttered, “... Come on, man, please …”

Btzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Peter held onto the electric massager, his thumb pressing down over the ‘on’ button as he aimed it directly to the toes of Joshua’s right foot, where it squashed up against them in a fierce and relentless vibrate.

Joshua threw his head back over the pillow, his mouth splaying open, his eyes tightly shut, his torso bucking and bouncing over the mattress as he curled his fists into balls and let out more intense, uncontrollable laughter.

“AAGHHHHH! AHGHHAHAHAAGAHAHAHAHAAGHHHHHAGHHHH! AGHAHAHAHHHHHH! AGHHHH OHHHH MYYYY GODDDDDD OH MY GOAAAGHHHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAAAAADDDDD!”

His toes curled and flexed into a manic stretch, their hyper ticklish lengths destroyed by the plastic bristles of the electric massager, its vibrate buzzing down hard over each toe one by one as Peter made sure that all areas were covered.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz …!

Amongst all the heaving and howling, Joshua breathed in sharply and cried out a high pitched, “I’M GONNA START CRYING!”

Peter lifted his shoulders, pressing the electric massager further down against Joshua’s toes.

“You’re gonna start crying?”

Btzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Joshua’s face transformed into a twisted expression of terrified despair, his face mangled into a look of pure anguish as his eyes began to water and tears started to roll down his cheeks.

He then let out a dire howl, one that sounded grainy, hopeless and needy.

“AGHAAAAAAHGHHHHHH – HAA! HAA! HAAAAAAAAAA …!”

Peter kept his eyes on Joshua’s foot, the noise he created sounding unlike anything he’d heard from previous lees during his past experiences.

“ … Damn …” Peter commented, his fingers tormenting Joshua’s right sole, working nicely alongside the electric massager, “... That came from the very depths of your gut, huh?”

Joshua had now fixed his stare at his own foot, taking in the sight of the tickle torture taking place across his sole - he had to acknowledge that this was real, this was happening, the simplicity of an electric massager against his toes was indeed making him feel this insane.

He howled laughter out toward the sight, his giggling increasing as soon as Peter picked up the uncapped electric toothbrush, returning the buzzing pin to his curling right toes as the electric massager worked the arch of his foot.

“MAN! MAN! OH MAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAN! AGH! AGHHH! AGHHH! AGHHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAGAHAHAHAAAAGHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAGAHAHHHHAAAGHAHAHHHHAAAGHHHH! AHHHA! AAHHHH! AGHHHHHH!”

Peter took the pin across Joshua’s middle toe, its vibrating sharpness infiltrating the fleshy length where it travelled up and down, up and down, up and down …

“This is the one?” Peter pressed, “This perfect, pristine looking toe …”

Joshua kept his head angled at the sight, his mouth so wide open you could throw a tennis ball down it.

“AGHHHAGAHHAHAAHHH! AGHHAAAAGHAHAHAHAA! AGHHHAAGHAAHAAAA!” Joshua howled, his laughter now such a familiar presence in this bedroom it might as well start paying rent, “AHAGHHAAAAAAHHHAHAHAAAHHA- – GOD HELP ME, JUST GIVE ME A – FUCKING BREAK …!” He cried.

Such a sound reminded Peter to at least pretend that the twenty two year old might be able to win a moment of relief …

“Alright, okay,” Peter licked his lips, taking the electric massager away from Joshua’s foot and choosing to instead just use the uncapped electric toothbrush, the pin gliding down his right arch, the foot not needing to be lubed in lotion or moisturiser due to how sweaty it had become, “I’ll give you a break if you can name the capital of Ireland …”

Joshua jumped at his chance for a break almost immediately, forcing laughter down his throat in an attempt to try and formulate thoughts and words carefully.

He looked into the ceiling as his right foot continued to automatically and naturally squirm under the electric toothbrushes vibration.

“Dub, Dublin?” Joshua could only name two Irish cities, “Bel, Belfast?” His tone was drenched in uncertainty.

“Oh, no …” Peter tilted his head, swapping the electric toothbrush for his fingers as he decorated Joshua’s right sole with his fingernails, “... I’m sorry, you got it wrong …”

Joshua thrashed around, the bed shifting across the carpet as he allowed contained laughter to explode back out of his mouth.

“WAAHHHAAATTTT WELL WHAT IS IT AHAAHAGAHAHAHAAGHHHHAGAHHHHHAGAAHAHA–”

Peter shrugged.

“I don’t know, you could’ve said the right answer, I’m just gonna decide that you’re wrong…”

Joshua heaved out more hysterics as he pulled at his wrist and ankle restraints, his kicking and squirming doing nothing in it’s attempt to release him from the bed.

“Oh God, oh God,” Joshua huffed, heat overwhelming his senses, “Please, fuck, my feet have had enough!” Joshua announced, “You’ve been at them for AGES!” He yelled, “I’m so warm, I’m so hot, you gotta stop, just for a minute,” he began to raise his voice, “JUST FOR A MINUTE!”

Peter didn’t give Joshua a minute.

Instead, he paused the electric toothbrushes torment by switching it off …

He then reached towards Joshua’s sweatpants and held onto the waistband, yanking them down his thighs.

Joshua threw his head forwards in shock as Peter actively stripped him naked.

“Is this better?” Peter asked.

Expecting a shake of the head, or a ‘what do you think you’re doing?’ as a response, Joshua quickly nodded.

He felt relieved to feel the coolness of the air saturate his cock, his balls, the tops of his leg …

“Do it,” Joshua allowed.

Peter pulled at Joshua’s sweatpants, taking them past his knees and down to his ankles as Joshua caught his breath.

Peter had to un-cuff Joshua’s ankles to fully remove the clothing, something he did quickly, and to his surprise, without Joshua pulling his feet back towards himself in an attempt to stop the session.

Joshua lay there panting as Peter reattached his ankles to the corner of the bed, dropped the sweatpants over the bedroom floor and then simply admired Joshua’s now entirely naked form tied spread eagle to the bed, his stomach lifting and dropping, his chest heaving out hot puffs of air past dry lips.

“Comfortable?” Peter asked.

Joshua gulped, the feeling of complete nude exposure suddenly greeting him in a wave of dread and anxiety.

“Oh yeah, the most comfortable I’ve ever been ....” Joshua smirked, his tone soaked with sarcasm.

Peter grinned, kneeling back down by Joshua’s right foot as he took hold of the hairbrush and returned the plastic bristles to Joshua’s right sole.

Joshua groaned in agony, his request to leave his feet alone denied, the attention placed back on them for what seemed to be a relentless attack on his feet and his feet only …

At least, that’s what Peter wanted him to think.

As he tickled Joshua’s right and left foot at the same time; the hairbrush on his right, his fingernails on the left, he eyed the spots on Joshua that he would be taking advantage of next …

All during a moment in time where Joshua might think the session could be close to being over …

All during a moment in time where Joshua had exhausted himself, had no more left to give, had already passed breaking point …

When really, he had no idea that he’d be required to commit to further levels of insane tickle torture, despite being so very much done.

Peter shuffled over to Joshua’s left foot, where he had started, taking the brush along with him as he did so.

As Joshua screamed and laughed, kicked and squirmed, Peter returned the hairbrush to Joshua’s left sole where he actioned several dozen glides across his arch, sending the boy into further delirium …

But the real high pitched shouting began when Peter unexpectedly reached up to Joshua’s left leg.

He grabbed and groped at the flesh that made up the behind of Joshua’s left knee, causing the young man to scream and yell in shock.

“AHHH! AGHHHH! AGHHAHAGHHHAHHH! NO, STOP, THAT’S MORE THAN JUST A TICKLE MY GOD MY GOHAHAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAGAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Joshua threw himself across the bed, the sheets creasing beneath his naked body as he tried to yank his leg away from Peter, who had become so interested by this new spot that he had decided to discard the brush and focus on the feet once and for all, both hands now attacking the space behind Joshua’s left knee.

“AHHHAGAHAHAGHHH! AGHHH! AGHHHAAAAHHH! AGHHH! AGHHHHHAGAHAHAAH!”

Joshua twisted and writhed in his spread eagle position, his cock flapping across his stomach as he threw his waist and hips from side to side at a speedy, manic rate, his entire body kept in place by the cuffs pinning his hands and feet to each corner of the bed.

“AGH! AGHHH! AGHHHAHAAHAHAGHHHHAGHHHHH! AGHHHAGHHHHH! AGHHHH!”

Between every howl was a heave of breath, and then another long howl as Joshua squeezed his eyes shut and pressed the back of his head into the pillow, only able to kick and shake his leg as much as his bonds would allow.

Just when Joshua had reached fever pitch levels of laughter, Peter took this moment of lunacy to get to his feet and take his tickling fingers over Joshua’s thighs and towards his waist and hips.

Peter climbed onto the bed and sat between Joshua’s legs, his fingers grabbing at Joshua’s hips, another area untouched by a man until now.

Joshua threw his torso upward, his back peeling away from the sweat soaked sheets as he laughed maniacally at the sight of Peter’s hands tickling his waist, the level of ticklishness sending overwhelming jolts of unbearable hyper sensitivity across his body, from the tips of his toes to the curls of his hair.

“AHHH! AGHHHH! AGHHAGAHAHAHAAGHAHAHAHGHAHAHAHAH! AGHHHAAGHH! AGHHHHAGH! AGHAGAHAHHHH!”

Peter had never heard laughter like this … And it was only about to get worse.

Peter continued his jump from one ticklish spot to the next, without giving Joshua a chance to align his thoughts with the situation taking place.

He slid off the bed and then headed back down to Joshua’s feet, but instead of tickling them, Peter curled his hands around the beds wooden structure and yanked it away from the wall it had been positioned against.

Joshua wobbled along with the bed, his body still kicking and squirming without being touched, giggles still leaving his lips as if he were hypnotised by the intensity of this ordeal.

Pulling the bed out in such a way created a gap between the top of the bed and the wall - perfect for Peter to stand behind so that he would have easy access to two of Joshua’s most ticklish areas; his pits and his neck.

Peter made his way to that gap as Joshua began to twist and spin on the spot, his aggressive yanks and kicks causing the bed to creak and rattle, a scared and breathless chortle leaving his mouth as he readied himself for what would probably be the most intense physical moment of his life.

“No, Peter, wait, come on, man, please–”

Peter threw his hands down over Joshua’s shoulders, his fingers penetrating Joshua’s underarms with a relentless strength, their arrival forceful and invasive as they pierced past armpit hair and landed in the very depths of Joshua’s hypersensitivity.

Joshua thrashed from left to right, his entire body not ready for such an attack, the laughter leaving the very bottom of his gut and exploding out of his mouth like some kind of volcano put under too much pressure.

“BAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAHAGAHAGAHHHAGHAGAAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAGAHAHAHAAAGAHHAHAHAAAGHHHH COME ON HAGAAHAHAHAHAGAAHAHAA OH MY GOD MAN GHHAHAHAGAHAHHAAHAGAHAHAHAAGHHAHAH HOLY SHIT AHAGAGHAAHAGHHHH!”

Each eruption took different levels of volume and pitches of tone; some of it was shouted out as Joshua threw himself forward, some of it was muffled as Joshua pressed his head into the pillow, some of it was delivered in the same girlish screams he had presented whilst seated in the stocks just forty minutes ago …

“HAAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAAAAHHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH–”

The laughter didn’t stop, nor did it arrive with any second-long breaks between, his breath coarse and strained, his eyes wide open and manic.

Click!

Bzzzzzzzzzzz!

Joshua jolted as he heard the sound of an electric toothbrush being switched on.

He clamped his neck against his shoulder as the vibrating bristles pressed against his collarbone, infiltrating the most ticklish area of his body, the cap returned over the needle part of the device to protect Joshua from being pricked.

Alarm filled Joshua’s voice as he howled and cried and shouted, his main need to simply say, “NO, I CAN’T DO MY NECK!” A sentence he successfully got out, but it was actively and expectedly ignored …

Joshua began to laugh so loudly that even Peter started to worry about the mere possibility of someone hearing Joshua’s cries, even though he knew for sure the building contained just them …

“I CAN’T DO MY NECK, NOT MY NEEHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEECK AGAHHAHHH! AGHHHHH! AGHAHAHAHAHAAGHHHHAAGHHHH!”

Joshua became a ticklee possessed by the feeling such an effective tool had against his neck, his body convulsing up and down, left to right, bucking and bouncing, its naked, tanned shape thrashing in all different directions as Peter continued to run the electric toothbrush around his shoulder, collarbone, throat and jaw.

“AGHHHAHHAHHHHH! AGHHHHHHHH! AGHHAGAHAHAHAHAHHHHH! AGHHAGAHHHHHH! AGHHHH OH MY GOD AGAHHHH! AGHAHAHAAGHAHHAAHHHHH! AGHHHHHAGHHH! AGHAHAAAAHHHHHAAAAHHH!

Joshua kept snapping his neck to the side in an attempt to clamp his jaw against his shoulder, where he hoped he might catch the toothbrush in position, but Peter expertly pressed it down over the ticklish expanse of flesh, causing Joshua to give up on his acts of defence and instead continue to thrash and writhe with vigorous, violent strength.

“AAGHH! AGHAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHH! AGHHAAAAHGHHHHAAAA–OH FUCK, NO, FUCK!”

Joshua spun into himself, his arms still spread apart as Peter then used his free hand to tickle Joshua’s right underarm, his fingers wiggling furiously over his armpit whilst the toothbrush continued its buzz across his neck.

“AGHHHH! AGHHH! AGHHH AHAHAHAAGHAHHHHH STOP PLEAAAAAASE OH MY GOAHAHAAHAHAAHA–HAHAAHHHHAHAAAHAHAHAAADDDD–”

Joshua’s cries were so loud that they rang in Peter’s ears.

“Shhhh!” Peter took his armpit tickling hand and pressed it over Joshua’s mouth, temporarily gagging the boy into muffled silence, just in case anyone else around the perimeter of this building would hear Joshua’s protests.

Joshua shook his head and laughed into Peter’s palm, glancing up at him with raised eyebrows.

“I can’t keep quiet,” Joshua giggled, “Not when you’re doing my neck!” He confessed honestly, pressing his lips shut in an attempt to keep his volume at a lower level.

As Peter’s hand slid away from Joshua’s mouth and returned to his armpit, Joshua continued to focus in keeping his laughter contained, his lips forcing themselves together as he squirmed across bedsheets now soaked in sweat.

“MMNNNNN! MNNNNNNN! MNNNNNN! MNNNNNN!”

When the toothbrush returned to his neck, Joshua gave up on keeping his lunacy to himself and erupted once again into heavy bellows of high pitched, non stop laughter.

“NOAHAHAHAH! AHGHHHH! AAGAHAHAHAGAHAAGAHAHAHAGAHAH! AGAHHAAGAHHHHAAGHHHHH!” He collapsed back against the bed and forced his head against his collarbone, his giggling now blended in with an actual cry for help, “HELP, HAHAHAHAGHAHAHH! OH GOD, HELP, HELPPPPPP!”

Peter then produced a second toothbrush, also recapped, taking Joshua by surprise as both landed on either side of his neck at the same time.

Joshua threw his body forwards in a sudden jolt, his arm restraints keeping him in place as he produced the most uncontrollable, shocked, high pitched laughter Peter had heard Joshua produce.

“AGHAHH! AGHHAHAHAAGHHHH NO! AGHHHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA NO! AGAHHHAHAHAAHAAGGHAAHAHAEEEEEEEEEE! AGHEEEEEEEAAHAHAHAGHHAHAHHHHHH!”

He took a sharp intake of breath, lifting his torso upward and then screamed at the top of his lungs:

“HELLLLLLLPPPPP ME, SOMEONE HELPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEE …!”

He fell back against the pillows in more breathless laughter as Peter ignored his cry for help and continued to tickle his neck with two toothbrushes at once, sending the young man into further convulsions consisting mostly of manic twists and kicks, bucks and bounces, his curls of hair flaying with every shake of the head and fierce jolt of the upper body.

“AGAHAHAHAHAGAHHH! AGHHHAHAHAAHAGHHAHAHHHH AGHHAHAAHAHAGHAHAHHHHAAAAAGHHHHHHH AGAHAHAHAHA! AGHHHHAAHAHAAHAHAHAGHHHHAAAHHHH! OKAY, OKAY! AGAAHHHAAGAHAHAHAGAHAHHHAA OKAAAAAYYYY OKAAAAAY OOOOOOO-KAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY…!”

“Okay?” Peter teased, “Okay, we keep going? Or okay, you’ve had enou–”

“--I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’M DONE, I’M DONE, I’M DOAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAAAAAA–”

“--I think we do another thirty minutes, just on your neck …”

More thrashing, more kicking, more breathless laughter.

“NO I CAN’T TAKE MY NECK, PLEASE, PLEAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAESE–”

“--Thirty minutes, non stop, two electric toothbrushes on your neck for, say, let’s scrap thirty minutes, how about the rest of the day …?”

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Joshua began to panic, his voice deepening into a threatening growl.

“No, Peter, seriously, I’m being serious, come on, stop with the neck, I’m not doing thirty minutes, no way, no, come on, seriously, man, fuck, listen, I can’t, I, I, I can, can’t –”

“--Okay, how about this?” Peter kept both toothbrushes on either side of Joshua’s neck, their buzz pressing into his hyper ticklish skin as he continued to thrash around, “You can either stop it all right now, and give up your payment … Or … You keep the money and we go on for another two hours?”

“TWO HOURS?” 

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Peter nodded, taking the electric toothbrush around Joshua’s collarbone, behind his head, over his Adam's apple, sending the young man absolutely wild.

“Two hours. Or we stop, and you give up the money …”

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Joshua, now soaked entirely in perspiration, began to consider his future as the electric toothbrushes continued to ruin his neck, his skin now red and blotchy from their relentless presence.

He had never thought such a feeling would be possible - to be tickled, to this extent.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!

He even blurted out his thoughts, a loud shout informing Peter that, “IT’S NOT NORMAL FOR SOMEONE TO BE TICKLED THIS MUCH IN ONE PLACE!

Peter didn’t care, he just persisted in sending the electric toothbrush across and along Joshua’s neck, causing the boy’s head to twist and turn into his shoulder as he giggled and kicked, yelped and screamed.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!

“It’s your choice,” Peter reminded, “What are you gonna do?”

“OKAY, ALRIGHT, KEEP THE DAMN MONEY!” Joshua spat, his body squirming so hard that pillows had begun to fall and bounce over the floor, “IT’S NOT WORTH IT, IT’S TOO MUCH, I CAN’T TAKE IT!”

Peter grinned, where he continued to take Joshua by the hand into the next level of intensity.

“So, there we have it! You’ve just agreed that you won’t be getting paid for this session, alright!”

Joshua gasped and panted as the toothbrushes remained by his neck, their buzz still travelling across his jaw and collarbone despite his recent shout that he would happily not be paid, if it meant this session ending.

“What are you doing?!” Joshua whined between the laughter, “Wait, you’re meant to stop! I told you I’d give up the money!”

Peter shrugged.

“Oh, I heard you …”

Much to Joshua’s disbelief, Peter stayed at his neck and continued to tickle it with both electric toothbrushes, sending the young man into a new realm of hysteria where only laughter, shouting, begging and uncontrollable squirming existed as his pure reality, a reality that had no sign of ending or changing or stopping at all.

Joshua gave into the lunacy now leaving his chest, his laughter filled with insanity and lack of containment, his breathlessness problematic and extreme, his need, his want to be untied stronger than ever before.

The moment at Christmas with The Masked Elf … An unexpected trick with Matt that had lasted fifteen minutes … Unbearable, to say the least.

The time with Matt during the live stream, with ‘the charity’ … Hardcore and difficult to handle, something I’ll never forget …

His first meeting with Peter, where he had his feet sucked and worshipped, locked in portable stocks for no longer than five minutes … Fine, totally manageable …

His second meeting with Peter, where his armpits were explored and his levels of sensitivity were tested to the point where he began to enjoy the laughter, what it did to his mental health, how it made him feel … Awesome!

And now this, the most brutal, intense, unbelievable tickling he had ever had in his life …

… Non stop, with various tools, now naked and vulnerable, exposed and tied in a way he never thought he’d be tied in his life …

… Hysteric, dribbling, crying, shouting panting screaming groaning and moaning …

Would it go on all day?

Would Peter really ignore Joshua’s sacrifice, his admittance that yes, this tickled so much he’d rather not be paid then have it go on?

Just when Joshua was about to doubt Peter as a human being; his rights, his morals, his once considered and caring personality …

Just when Joshua was about to start shouting for his life …

Peter stopped.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz – click! 

The electric toothbrushes switched off.

Peter made his way around the bed.

He faced his lee.

Joshua lay breathless and drenched in sweat, his eyes bloodshot, his body taunt and toned …

He glared at Peter with a menacing scowl, a look that said, ‘you bastard’.

But, something else came out of Joshua’s mouth.

Something Peter didn’t expect.

“That was fucking awesome …”

Peter chuckled, planting his hand over his own chest.

“Really?”

Joshua nodded slowly, “I’ve nev, never experienced anything like that before. I forgot what, what I was even, wor, worrying about before I got here …”

Peter knelt over the mattress and took his right hand towards Joshua’s side, where his fingers trailed towards Joshua’s right armpit.

“You know I was just playing mind games, right, kid?” He began to stroke Joshua’s armpit hair, the boy now shaking his arm as he giggled into his shoulder, “I’m still going to pay you, alright?”

Joshua nodded, relieved to see Peter’s hand leave his underarm.

“I’m glad,” he sniffed, his breath slowly returning, “I didn’t think you were that much of an asshole …”

Peter smiled, kneeling between Joshua’s naked thighs.

“I’m not an asshole at all.”

Both men locked eyes as the room became suddenly very, very quiet.

The laughter had stopped, the screaming had ended, the bed no longer creaked.

It was so silent that all Peter and Joshua could hear were ringing in their ears …

Joshua blinked at Peter, a small smile spreading across his face.

“Do it,” Joshua whispered.

Peter cocked an eyebrow as he noticed something below suddenly grow.

Joshua’s cock stiffened as he laid out in his tied up position.

Peter looked Joshua in the eye.

His glance said, ‘Are you sure?’

Joshua bit his lower lip, excitement taking over him.

Peter shuffled in closer where he moved towards Joshua and slowly kissed him on the lips.

Joshua closed his eyes, smiling as the kiss landed softly against his mouth.

Peter then quietly sat back up.

Joshua nodded up at his wrist restraints.

“Can you untie me? If it’s alright with you … I really wanna …”

Joshua looked down at his own erection.

Peter tilted his head, ideas sprouting into his mind as he leaned into this unexpected turn of events.

This isn’t what this is about.

Those words flashed back through Peter’s mind, words uttered during their first session many months ago.

Now, this is what it’s about.

“What hand do you use?” He asked.

Joshua curled the fingers of his right hand.

“This one.”

Peter leaned over and un-cuffed Joshua’s right hand.

He then climbed off the bed and knelt down beside Joshua’s right foot, still tied to the bottom right corner, like his left ankle and his left wrist, still bound to the top left …

Joshua closed his eyes as Peter began to kiss and lick his toes, his warm tongue taking in their salty taste …

Peter sucked on each toe slowly, allowing Joshua the chance to curl his hand around his erection where he slowly began to beat himself off.

Peter heard the thwapping noise behind him as he sent his tongue across the side of Joshua’s foot, worshipping the shape, the lengths of his toes, the smoothness of his heel … A foot he had spent so long today tickling, a foot that had been brushed and vibrated on, a foot that had twisted and squirmed, a foot that now rested still and quietly beneath Peter’s lips.

Peter continued to worship Joshua as Joshua used his free right hand to masturbate, bringing himself close to orgasm within minutes.

His eyes widened as he peered over his chest, taking in the sight of his own cock as it began to throb in his grasp.

“I’m cl, close …” he whispered.

Peter continued his suck, taking Joshua’s big toe in his mouth like a lollipop.

“I’m, I’m com, coming …” Joshua admitted.

Peter let go of Joshua’s foot and slowly got to his feet.

He then calmly made his way around the bed.

Joshua, breathless and unable to contain the pleasure, watched his cock gush out shots of come that landed over his stomach and chest.

His hand continued to rub …

… Until, to his surprise, it was unexpectedly taken away from him.

Joshua watched Peter take his wrist and return it to his restraint.

“You son of a …”

Peter cuffed Joshua’s right wrist and then went back to the position he had been in for the remainder of the session: behind Joshua.

Joshua began to giggle as Peter turned the electric toothbrush back on, sending it over his neck once again.

“YOU BITCH!” Joshua cried, his eyes watering from an orgasm still taking place all over his body, his skin only just presenting goosebumps, his cock still producing cum in the form of hanging, creamy droplets pouring out of his erection.

“You’re still having your orgasm, aren’t you?” Peter knew the answer, he just wanted to hear Joshua say it.

Joshua nodded as his erection slapped against his stomach, smearing cum across his tummy as he kicked and squirmed, the electric toothbrush over his neck during such a heightened moment of sexual intimacy proving too confusing, too difficult, too unmanageable to even consider …

“I can’t believe you’re doing this!” Joshua squeezed his eyes shut, laughter leaving his mouth as his cock continued to ooze, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

Peter switched on the second toothbrush, its vibrating tip arriving at the other side of Joshua’s neck.

“Now,” Peter said, “Where were we?”

P A R T T H R E E : T H E B R U I S E

The sound of running shower water was all that could be heard in the bedroom that had been the setting of Joshua Bassett’s most intense tickle session of his life …

… So far.

Rope lay on the carpet, still attached to the corners of the bed, the cuffs opened and free of limbs.

The bedsheets were damp with sweat, baby oil and lotion.

Two electric toothbrushes sat on the bedside table, their batteries drained of energy …

The room smelt of perspiration and desperation, all mixed together in one humid stench of uncertainty.

Peter lay on his back, shirtless and just in his suit trousers, trousers that were unbuttoned at the waist.

He watched Joshua wash himself clean of the session, in the shower, in the ensuite bathroom just metres away.

Joshua rubbed soapy foam under armpits ravaged by fingers, a neck abused by tickle tools, soles relentlessly attacked by hairbrushes …

Peter wondered if he had pushed his lee too far, if Joshua would ever allow this to happen again …

“Hey, can you pass me a towel?”

Peter blinked out of his daze.

He sat up, a large smile spreading across his face as Joshua wiped away some condensation on the glass door of the shower, revealing his own grinning face, wet curls hanging over his forehead.

He looked happy, satisfied, unbothered.

As Peter slid off the bed to go grab his lee a towel, he thought that such a ordinary expression from Joshua might suggest that things between them would be okay after all …

***

Peter drove Joshua back to the train station, where they made small talk about any vacations they had planned later in the year, the gigs Joshua had performed so far on his ‘It’s Complicated’ tour, their individual plans for the weekend, and all the normal things inbetween …

Things that felt so plain and simple, compared to the screaming, the shouting, the begging and the constant echo of laughter that had been their life for the past nine hours.

As Peter pulled up at the station's car park, he turned to Joshua and held back on offering a besotted sigh or a gentle palm over his knee.

Instead, he opened his mouth, paused for a few seconds and then said,

“I’m looking forward to next time.”

Joshua stared forwards, his mouth flattening as he held onto his rucksack in his lap.

“Listen, Peter, man … I uh, I don’t know about next time …”

Peter sank in the driver's seat, his shoulders slumping.

“Oh.”

The sub had become the dom, the dom had become the sub.

“I had to cancel my show tonight,” Joshua announced, “I’m too exhausted to perform. I had to lie and, and put a message up on Instagram saying someone on the team has covid, for Christ’s sake …”

Peter lowered his head.

“... Doing that sort of shit just makes me feel uncomfortable … “ Joshua huffed, “ … Doing that, to my fans, fans who have paid and travelled so far, and –”

“-- I understand,” Peter nodded slowly, “I … Understand. Listen, just think about it. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Joshua smiled, finally turning his head to face Peter, a tiny bruise on his neck staring back at his tickler as proof that Peter had indeed pushed Joshua maybe a little too far.

“Thanks, Peter. Hey, text me, I might be in a different mood this time next week,” Joshua said.

Peter extended his arm for a hug.

Joshua leaned in, resting his head on Peter’s shoulder in the small space between passenger and driver seat.

“From now on,” Peter whispered, his breath hitting Joshua’s ear with just the right pressure, “You start calling me sir …

Joshua felt his cheeks flush red, a smile creeping across his face, his cock beneath his sweatpants swelling into a semi.

“Okay, sir …”

Joshua gently broke the hug, opened the car door and then stepped out of the vehicle …

He walked away, not turning around to watch Peter drive off, even though he really wanted to.

As he heard Peter’s car engine restart, pull out from the curb and fade off into the distance …

… Joshua grinned, knowing that he would indeed see Peter again, but simply leaving it as an unknown between them for now made him feel important, special and above all else …

In control.

JOSHUA BASSETT WILL RETURN.

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