This story takes place a few months after ‘Joshua Bassett’s Holiday Hysterics’ It also features an Original Character that was first introduced in ‘Do Your Worst, feat HRVY.’
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An apartment in West Hollywood …
“You seem nervous,” Peter noted, as he knelt down over the carpet.
Joshua stood in a black t-shirt, grey sweatpants, white socks and converse.
He chewed the nail of his left thumb, assessing the set up before him.
The thirty four year old man, handsome, blonde and athletic, had positioned his coffee table close up to a large leather chair.
He wore a white shirt tucked into chinos, his feet bare.
“I’ve uh, I’ve just … Never done anything like this, before …” Joshua mumbled.
Peter shot icy blue eyes over to Joshua, patting the chair with a smile.
“You let your buddy tie you to a bed and tickle you for charity, kid …” Peter laughed, “If you can handle that, you can handle this …”
He turned to face Joshua, offering him a warm expression in an attempt to loosen him up, “… After all, those efforts are what made me pay you so much for this … Come on, take a seat.”
Joshua’s shoulders dropped.
He tucked his hands into his pockets as he thought about how much his life had changed since Christmas.
He and Matt had visited Winter Wonderland, for an evening Joshua thought would be filled with drinking hot chocolates, riding go carts and slipping on the ice rink …
Instead, he had lost a bet and spent a gruelling thirty minutes in stocks, his feet and armpits tickled unexpectedly by Matt and some freak in an elf mask …
The surrounding crowds who had witnessed the moment filmed it on their phones, sharing Joshua’s panic and hysteria on social media.
Before he knew it, Joshua had been invited by a charity to film an actual tickle session, where he would consent to bondage and armpit tickling actioned by Matt.
That was live streamed to millions on Instagram, and since then Joshua had received thousands of requests; foot pics, tickle videos, armpit content … the list goes on and on.
However, Peter stood out from the rest.
He had offered to pay Joshua ten thousand dollars, for an hour's meet.
Joshua knew he was serious …
The money had landed in his account yesterday morning.
And after his previous two songs didn’t go well, since his mental health had taken a turn for the worst …
Joshua realised he didn’t have much choice but to accept this handsome stranger's offer and take the bus a few miles downtown, to where he now currently stood.
“Alright,” Joshua nodded, clearing his throat, reasserting himself, “Let’s do this …”
Joshua took careful steps over to the chair.
He sat down, his butt squeaking over the leather as he did so.
Peter placed his palm over the coffee table.
“Lay your feet on here,” he requested.
Joshua nodded, his throat dry, his heart pounding in his chest.
He chewed his thumbnail again, lifting his legs, gently placing his feet over the glass surface of the table.
Peter began to untie the laces to Joshua’s left converse.
“You know, the charity that asked you to film that live stream with your friend … Wasn’t actually a charity …” Peter pulled Joshua’s converse off of his socked heel, sliding the footwear slowly away from his foot.
Joshua tucked his hands under his legs, annoyed at himself for biting his nails.
“Oh, yeah, we uh, we kinda guessed,” Joshua admitted, “I got the impression they ask a lot of people to do that sort of shit for money,” Joshua rested his back into the seat as Peter began to unlace his right converse, “As long as the money actually went to charity, like they said it would, then uh, that’s all that matters …”
Peter chuckled, refusing to actually answer Joshua’s question.
“You can tell you’re a Christian,” Peter smirked, taking Joshua’s converse away off of his foot.
Joshua’s toes flexed within the white cotton confines of his socks.
He placed his feet side by side, wiggling them from left to right as Peter bought Joshua’s right converse to his nose and breathed in the scent of Joshua’s feet.
Joshua clenched his teeth, gulping down his awkwardness.
“You uh, you always had a, a thing for, for feet?”
Peter closed his eyes, keeping the converse by his face.
“… Famous feet, yes … Feet like yours are one of a kind, kid …”
Joshua raised his eyebrows.
“They’re just feet …” he laughed nervously.
Peter laid the converse over the carpet and then shuffled closer towards the coffee table.
“They’re not just feet … You’re not just ticklish … It’s not just bondage … It’s far more powerful than you’ll ever understand …”
Peter held onto Joshua’s right ankle and slid his index finger over his sole.
Joshua sat forwards, pressing his lips together, his foot twisting in Peter's grasp.
“Hey, wait, I, I thought this just was, a, a worship thing–”
Joshua removed his hands from under him, ready to reach out and smack Peter’s hand away if he continued to toy with his foot the way he currently was.
Peter nodded, his index finger trailing away from Joshua’s socked sole.
“Don’t worry, kid. Any tickling will be purely … Accidental …”
He then brought Joshua’s foot towards his mouth and actioned a large in-take of air, breathing in the muggy scent that wafted out of Joshua’s sole.
Joshua sat back, able to relax now that the threat of tickling had been momentarily removed.
Ten thousand, he thought.
Just to sit here and let him do this?
Ca-ching …
Joshua’s confidence began to fade away as soon as Peter started to remove his right sock.
He had never had his feet ‘worshipped’ before …
The entire concept had only just been brought to his attention in the recent months.
Am I gonna enjoy this?
Is it gonna feel weird?
Shall I make conversation?
As Peter began to peel away Joshua’s sock, Joshua coughed into his fist.
“So, uh, you uh, you do this with guys often?” He asked.
Peter pulled away Joshua’s sock, revealing the twenty two year olds bare sole and long, curling toes.
“Holy shit …” Peter whispered, “… They’re even more beautiful in person …”
Joshua felt his cheeks flush pink.
“Oh yeah?” Joshua rolled his shoulders as he adjusted himself in his seat, “What do you like about them?”
He blinked, surprised that the question had left his lips the way it did.
Peter closed his eyes once again and moved his face closer towards Joshua’s sole, breathing in the scent of his bare skin.
“Their shape …” Peter answered, “… Their smell … How perfectly in-line your toes are …”
Joshua raised his eyebrows.
Quite a list, he thought.
“Go on …”
Once again Joshua felt surprised by his natural slide into a dominant role …
Such behaviour hadn’t been discussed, nor was it something he made a strong attempt at doing, it just … Happened.
“I love in-shape your toe nails are, how silky they look … I love how soft your soles are, how there aren’t any marks, cuts or dry areas of skin …”
Peter kissed Joshua’s heel, then began to flutter additional kisses across his arch, making his way towards his toes, “… You must walk on clouds …”
Joshua winced, Peter’s stubble grazing against such a ticklish part of his body proving challenging to handle.
“Uh, rarely … I uh, I’m actually k-kinda foot shy …”
Peter chuckled, his breath hitting the length of Joshua’s toes as his mouth neared their flexing shape.
“I’d never have guessed…”
Joshua hid laughter with the back of his hands, his toes curling in anticipation as Peter began to open his mouth wider.
Joshua’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened as Peter began to take Joshua’s big toe between his lips, sucking on it softly, saturating the toe in saliva as he did so.
“Lord …” Joshua shuddered.
Peter made a ‘mnnn’ noise as he sucked on Joshua’s toe, his hands massaging Joshua’s foot with a firm, confident touch.
“How does that feel?” He asked, his mouth full.
Joshua felt his eyes water.
“It feels … Incredible …” he said, his voice quiet and reserved.
Peter murmured, “I’m glad,” wasting no time in his worship, his mouth now consuming Joshua’s big toe and his index all at once.
Joshua curled his fingers around the arms of the chair, sitting forwards in alarm as Peter’s tongue invaded the betweens of his toes.
“Okay, stop —“
Peter did not stop.
“Peter, man, come on—“
Peter held onto Joshua’s foot with a tighter grip, continuing his exploration by gliding his tongue all over Joshua’s index and big toe, its wet shape devouring each toe with passion and no real care to Joshua’s level of ticklishness.
Joshua slumped back into his seat, biting down on his knuckles, his eyes narrowing as he focused on not kicking Peter in the face.
The tickling died down as Peter began to simply suck on Joshua’s toes as if they were lollipops.
Joshua closed his eyes and faced the ceiling, taking in the strange sensation of Peter’s lips around such a sensitive area of his feet.
Peter kissed Joshua’s pinkie toe and then licked down the edge of his right foot.
Joshua opened his eyes, his head falling over his chest.
“You’re pretty good at this,” Joshua’s eyes sparkled.
Peter winked.
“I’ve had practice …”
Joshua had to look away from the handsome stranger, his charm and sexual attraction practically vibrating off his tanned, smooth skin.
Damn, he’s hot, Joshua thought.
Joshua looked around the apartment, taking in the tall standing plants, grey carpet, clean white bed, floor to ceiling windows and expensive looking curtains …
“So, you do do this with guys often …”
Joshua immediately regretted bringing that up for a second time.
He didn’t want the guy to think that he was jealous or anything, this soon into meeting him.
Peter crawled around the coffee table and knelt down beside Joshua’s left foot.
“I told you,” Peter began to remove Joshua’s sock, “It’s a powerful thing, what I have, what I do … It’s important to me that I enjoy it as often as I can …”
Joshua nodded, returning his gaze to Peter, who had slowly started to peel away Joshua’s sock.
Joshua watched Peter take in every revealed inch of flesh, the more the sock slid up his sole.
Peter admired them, he looked in awe of them, he studied them, he made the most of the moment …
“You really do love feet, don’t you …” Joshua grinned.
Peter gently removed Joshua’s sock, the long white cotton material leaving his toes in a whisper.
“That’s an understatement,” Peter declared, “However, I gotta say, yours might just be the best I’ve ever worked with …”
Joshua’s bare feet now sat neatly side by side.
He had no idea what to say to such a compliment.
“That’s uh, the first time anyone’s ever said anything like that to me.”
Peter took Joshua’s sock and began to tie it around his ankles.
“Wiggle your toes …” Peter requested.
Joshua sat forwards, unsure as to why his feet were being bound together.
“Uh, man, wait, what are you—“
“—Wiggle your toes …” Peter repeated, this time in a more demanding tone.
Joshua sat back in a huff as Peter tied a tight knot in the sock.
He wiggled his toes, flexing and stretching them outward the best he could before scrunching them together.
He moved his toes like that for a few seconds until Peter held his hand up for Joshua to stop.
“Gorgeous …”
Peter held onto the makeshift bond keeping Joshua’s feet together and pulled them gently towards him.
He then began to kiss both of Joshua’s feet.
“Your DM’s didn’t say anything about tying them up…” Joshua spoke with disappointment in his voice, rolling his eyes, “… You could’ve just asked…”
Peter began to lick Joshua’s toes, breathing them in, his teeth nipping gently on Joshua’s middle digit.
Joshua hissed, his hand reaching out, his fist curling into a ball, refraining himself from pushing Peter’s face away.
“... That’s why they’re tied …” Peter explained, his tongue now travelling around the arch of both of Joshua’s feet, “… Because they’re sensitive. I don’t want you booting me in the nose. This way, I have additional control …”
Joshua lifted his shoulders, watching Peter suck on both of his big toes at the same time as he massaged his soles with his big, firm hands.
“I guess that makes sense …”
Peter hooked his thumb and index finger around both of Joshua’s toes, keeping them in place as he began to suck and lick around the soles and sides of Joshua’s feet.
Joshua squirmed in the chair, his feet experiencing this bizarre sensation for the first time in his life …
He decided to continue to make conversation, in an attempt to distract himself from the urge to laugh, giggle or further give away his level of ticklishness.
“Who’s the, the most famous guy you’ve—ah, ah—” Joshua bit his lower lip as Peter nipped at the toe next to his pinkie, “—You’ve, you’ve worshipped—“
Peter kept his eyes closed as he continued to explore Joshua’s feet, this time using his tongue to taste the expanse of flesh just above each heel.
“Chalamet … Caville … Bieber … Styles … They’re all bound to a contract. They all love it,” he lied.
Joshua raised his eyebrows.
“Whoa, who would’ve thought …”
Peter took Joshua’s left index toe into his mouth and sucked on it gently, chewing on it with the tips of his teeth, caressing it with his tongue.
Joshua planted his palms over the arms of the chair, lifting his butt from the seat, a sharp gasp leaving his mouth.
“Yo, man, that, that tickles—“ Joshua warned, his feet yanking back a little.
Peter felt Joshua’s toe pop out of his mouth as the boy shifted his legs towards himself.
Peter kept hold of Joshua’s ankles, grunting as he forced them back over the surface of the coffee table.
“You’re gonna need to learn to keep still, kid, otherwise next time I may have to use something a little more professional to keep you in place…”
Joshua blinked.
“… Next time …?”
Peter stood and made his way towards his ensuite bathroom.
He returned with a small bottle of body lotion.
“Sit back,” Peter advised, “Relax. Enjoy this, I can still tell that you’re nervous.”
Joshua sniffed, shaking his head.
“I’m actually fine,” he sat up resting his head over the back of the chair, “Go on, daddy, give my sexy feet a nice, long massa—“
“—Don’t say things like that … ” Peter spoke calmly, kneeling back down by the coffee table, “Just be you.”
Joshua went back to chewing his thumb nail, nodding quietly into his chest.
“So, you, you don’t want me to act a certain way?”
Peter uncapped the bottle of lotion and dribbled a generous amount into his palm.
“I’ve paid for Joshua Bassett,” Peter began to gently rub the lotion into Joshua’s soles, “So be Joshua Bassett.”
Joshua breathed in, his chest lifting.
He closed his eyes and decided, once and for all, to fully lean into this situation …
He bit his upper lip as Peter sent strong fingers around the shapes of his feet, massaging the body lotion into his soles, around his toes, into his heels and arches …
It didn’t tickle, it didn’t feel strange, it didn’t hurt or feel overly sensitive …
“... It feels amazing,” Joshua commented, a big smile spreading across his face, “Like, actually so, so amazing …”
Peter felt goosebumps land across the back of his neck as Joshua provided such positive feedback.
“You ever had your feet massaged like this before?” He asked, his fingers firming up, pressing in the lotion, causing Joshua’s soles and toes to shine and glimmer.
Joshua kept his eyes closed.
“Mnn…” he licked his lips, “… Never, not like this …” he huffed, “ … Damn …”
Joshua tucked his hands behind his head, relaxing entirely as Peter continued to massage his feet, this time adding more lotion.
Peter glanced over at Joshua, his eyes taking in the thick curls of hair poking out of his t-shirt sleeves, from the depths of his underarms.
“You’ve got some amazing pits, kid …” Peter kissed Joshua’s right big toe.
Joshua chuckled, “Yeah I uh, I get that a lot …”
Peter continued to kiss Joshua’s feet, breathing in the coconut scent of the applied body lotion.
“Dark, furry, soft … Ticklish … Pits …”
Joshua removed his hands from behind his head, squeezing his arms to his sides.
“Don’t get any ideas …”
Peter began to suck on Joshua’s left pinkie.
“Oh, there will be some tickling today, that’s for certain …”
Joshua folded his arms around his chest.
“Oh? You gonna pay another ten grand?”
Peter’s tongue trailed over Joshua’s arch.
“If that’s what it takes …”
Joshua’s eyes widened.
“... Seriously …?”
He didn’t expect Peter to agree to something he had genuinely suggested as a joke.
“Seriously,” Peter kissed Joshua’s heels, “For five minutes of foot tickling … Ten thousand …”
Joshua smirked, slouching comfortably into the chair.
“Done …”
I could get used to this …
***
Ten minutes later, Peter had introduced Joshua to his more ‘professional way to keep him in place’ …
Joshua, still seated in the leather chair, now had his feet secured in a small set of wooden stocks that Peter had secured to the surface of the coffee table with rope.
Joshua's big toes had both individually been pinned back to the stocks with a thin loop of string.
He sat on his hands, knowing all too well that if he didn’t do so, he’d be reaching out to Peter as soon as Peter started playing with his feet.
Peter stroked his chin as he assessed the set up.
Joshua’s big size ten and a half soles stared back at Peter, their large, ticklish expanse ready for the taking, their positioning fixed, exposed, unable to move even an inch.
“Comfortable?” Peter asked.
Joshua shrugged.
“Not as comfortable as I’ll be in a minute …” he guessed, a playful smile decorating his lips.
Peter picked up the bottle of lotion and knelt down beside the coffee table.
“Okay, five minutes,” Peter uncapped the bottle, “You can scream as loud as you want, you can laugh, cry, beg, shout…” he then tapped the top of the stocks, “... But do not reach across here to stop me. That isn’t allowed.”
Joshua sat listening, his eyes a little wide as he took in words he never thought someone would say to him so plainly.
“Understood?” Peter asked, breaking Joshua out of his moment.
Joshua blinked, nodding quickly.
“Don’t reach across,” he confirmed, “Got it.”
Peter applied some of the lotion over his own fingertips, where he then pressed those fingertips into Joshua’s left sole.
Joshua’s four untied toes wiggled in a quick curl immediately, Peter’s touch causing that reaction simply by just arriving at the bottom of his foot.
Peter rubbed the lotion into Joshua’s sole, holding back on actioning any tickling for now.
“Feels kinda nice,” Joshua commented, his back resting into the chair.
Peter began to rub lotion into Joshua’s right foot, his foot remaining still as he did so.
“That doesn’t tickle?” He asked.
Joshua shook his head.
“Not yet.”
Once happy with how much Joshua’s soles shimmered, a thick layer of lotion now applied, Peter stretched out his fingers and readied himself to tickle.
Without warning and with no ‘here we go …’, Peter actioned a sudden scratch into Joshua’s left arch.
Joshua threw his head back, his hands sliding out from under him, his fists curling into balls.
He howled out a heavy bellow of laughter, his eyes squeezing shut, his fists ready to punch outwards.
He kept them close to his chest as Peter then took his scratch from Joshua’s left sole to his right.
Joshua glared into the ceiling, Peter’s dance across his left arch working as some kind of magic that would, without Joshua’s consent, physically pull laughter from his stomach, through his chest and out of his mouth.
Suddenly Peter stopped.
Joshua slumped into the chair, breathless and already hating this ordeal.
“Man, you’re a good tickler…”
Peter smirked, nodding in agreement.
“You’ve been flinching and squirming since you arrived here. Me simply sucking your toes had you writhing in that chair. And now I’ve got you stocked and toe tied for five minutes,” Peter reached out to Joshua’s right foot, “I don’t have the time to not be a good tickler …”
Peter then sent his fingers into a fast paced scratch underneath Joshua’s toes.
Once again, Joshua had to contain his hand movements.
He burst into laughter, loud heaves of giggles and shouts leaving his mouth as he bounced around on the seat, flexing his fingers and wrapping his arms around his chest.
Joshua’s big toe could only remain stuck in its pinned back position, but his other four toes could clench and curl the more Peter tickled the soft landscape of his sole.
Stretching his toes in this way took at least some of the edge off of the sensation … He wasn’t sure why, but he kept doing it anyway …
Stretch, curl, clench … Stretch, curl, clench …
Joshua’s howling began to sound coarse and grainy, the louder he got.
As Peter’s fingers slid away from his feet, Joshua coughed into his chest and licked his upper lip.
Peter chuckled.
“You okay, kid?”
Joshua nodded, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, his eyes watering, his cheeks flushed red.
“Ke, keep going,” he urged, “What have we got, like, three minutes left?”
Peter checked the face of his Rolex.
“Something like that,” he teased.
Peter then got to his feet where he made his way into his ensuite bathroom.
“You’re letting me out after five minutes… ” Joshua tried to sit up, his voice calling out to Peter who had now disappeared behind the ensuite door, “... Right?”
Peter returned with a hairbrush in his right hand.
He knelt back down at the coffee table and, once again without any warning or build up, he began to scrape the hairbrush and its many plastic bristles across Joshua’s right sole.
Joshua gasped, his fingers grabbing the material of his sweatpants.
He hunched forward and provided his loudest burst of laughter yet … A forceful expel of uncontrollable volume that left his mouth in one breathless cry.
Peter removed the hairbrush, hovering it inches away from Joshua’s toes.
Joshua chuckled nervously, disbelief saturating his face as all of his eight untied toes curled up into a fierce scrunch.
“Don’t do that, please don’t do that …”
Peter eyed the brush and its power, a power he was fully aware of, a power that Joshua had not experienced up until this afternoon.
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Peter said, “But the last two times you’ve been tickled were just with fingers …”
Joshua didn’t need to think about the time at Winter Wonderland or his live stream with Matt - both memories were engrained in his mind as two horrific ordeals where he had only just been able to stand the tickle torture …
Joshua nodded, his hands curling around the armchair, his fingers tightening over the leather.
“So, this will be the first time you’ve had your feet tickled with a hairbrush …?”
Joshua nodded again, this time quicker, with more urgency in his bob.
Peter smiled in satisfaction.
“You don’t want it to happen, do you?” He asked.
Joshua shook his head, his eyes wide open, his thick eyelashes blinking.
“Why?” Peter pressed, the hairbrush returning to Joshua’s feet, the plastic bristles just inches away from his right sole.
Joshua sat forwards in alarm, a large chunk of air leaving flared nostrils.
“It, it just looks like it’s really gonna tickle …”
Peter pursed his lips.
“Let’s find out …”
He then began to glide the hairbrush across Joshua’s right sole in a fast zig zag motion.
Joshua’s entire body convulsed upward, the stocks shifting across the coffee table due to the jolt of his legs, an uncontrollable bellow of hysteria erupting from his mouth as he punched the arms of the chair with his fists.
– THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP –
Peter used his free hand to tickle Joshua’s left sole, his fingernails landing over the lotion soaked skin in a frantic scratch that sent Joshua into a frenzied panic.
With both feet tickled at the same time, lubed up and with fingers and a hairbrush invading his sensitivity, Joshua had no choice but to howl into the apartment ceiling, his mouth stretched so wide open that Peter could make out the tonsils at the back of his throat.
Joshua’s toes scrunched and curled as he bit into his fists, desperate to reach over the coffee table and snatch the brush away from his tickler, his giggles now heaving out in a strained growl.
Peter stopped, his fingers and the hairbrush leaving Joshua’s soles momentarily.
“You’re a trooper, kid,” Peter wiped some sweat away from his upper lip, “You haven’t begged once …”
Joshua held onto the bottom of his t-shirt and wafted it up and down his stomach, airing himself off.
“I’m kinda, I’m kinda enjoying the laughter …” he ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to remove some curls away from his forehead, “... I haven’t laughed like this in, well, I can’t remember when …”
Peter raised his eyebrows.
“So what, you’re saying I’ve paid for you to have some very expensive therapy?”
Joshua chuckled into his shoulder.
“You could say – THAT!”
He exploded into more manic giggling as Peter threw the hairbrush back over his right sole, returning his fingernails to Joshua’s left foot - again, in an unexpected, unannounced fashion.
Joshua grabbed at his t-shirt and his sweatpants, his fingers clawing at the material and his big toes pulled the string a little forwards, now allowing him to cross his feet over each other as a way to block off Peter’s attacks.
Peter persisted, Joshua’s additional freedom not offering him enough give to fully twist one foot over each sole like he currently tried to do.
Joshua’s laughter had made his face tight and pink, his neck thick with giggling, his eyes bloodshot, his vision blurred.
“Alright, alright, I can’t take anymore!” Joshua provided his first plea, “How long is left? How long is left!” He cried.
Peter had done this thousands of times before.
He didn’t need to look at his Rolex to figure out the timings of this relatively tame session, compared to the others he had hosted.
Only a few months ago he had HRVY dribbling into his chest, his soles tickled to oblivion …
“One minute,” Peter reassured, “You’ve got one minute left …”
Joshua bounced on the seat and laughed hysterically into his chest, the physical release of the mania in his stomach both tortuous and comforting at the same time.
Peter then revealed his surprise.
When leaving his ensuite just moments ago, he had actually made sure he knelt at the stocks with two brushes as his weapon, not just one.
Out of his back pocket he revealed the second brush.
Joshua’s eyes bulged outward so quickly that Peter thought they might pop out of his head.
“No, no, no way! Two? DAMN, this is gonna suuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK–”
Joshua thrashed around in the seat, his arms pinned to the sides of his chair where he rocked it from side to side as Peter tickled both of his soles with two hairbrushes at the same time.
“What’s worse?” Peter asked, “Up and down…?”
Peter rubbed the hairbrushes up and down Joshua’s soles, from heel to toe, toe to heel, heel to toe …
Joshua grimaced and groaned, shoving some of his t-shirt into his mouth.
“... Or side to side?” Peter pressed, this time running the brushes from left to right in a constant glide.
Joshua jolted forwards, his hands finally giving in, their reach out to Peter manic and desperate.
“SIDE TO SIDE–” he cried, his t-shirt falling out from between his teeth.
He snatched a hold of Peter’s hands and the hairbrushes, his toes clenching tight as a form of self protection.
Both young men panted, breathless from the fast paced, passionate situation they had both just taken part in… For Peter a joy, for Joshua an endurance.
“Holy shh–” Joshua held back from swearing, “-- That was intense.”
Peter peeled Joshua’s clawed fingers away from his hand.
“Sit back, kid … Catch your breath …”
Joshua slumped into his seat in a huff, his palms running up his face.
“Can I go home now?” He mumbled into his hands.
Peter smirked, his index finger unable to resist still toying with Joshua’s right sole.
“Only if you agree to see me again …”
Joshua’s foot twisted out of reach, the string pinning his big toe back doing its job at keeping Joshua’s sole in place.
“Again?” Joshua hissed, sitting forwards, his knees bending, “Damn, stop it, man, come on …”
Peter drew circles around Joshua’s right heel.
“Agree to see me again, and I’ll let you go …”
Joshua’s toes flexed as Peter’s fingernail travelled towards his arch.
“Alright! Alright!” Joshua cried, “I’ll see you again, I’ll see you again!”
Peter’s index finger left Joshua’s foot.
He then began to unlock the stocks.
Joshua swallowed down a dry bubble, his lungs still burning, his jaw still aching.
“Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Bassett …” Peter removed the string from around Joshua’s right toe, causing the boy to wince.
Joshua sat up, wiping some sweat away from the bridge of his nose.
“Uh, sure, no problem …” he then looked towards Peter’s crotch, the shape of a hard on clearly visible, “… You not gonna … Finish … By uh, ya know …”
Peter shook his head, un-looping Joshua’s left big toe, lifting the top half of the stocks so Joshua could remove his feet.
“That’s not what this is about,” he then turned to face the barefoot twenty two year old resting slumped in the leather chair, “I’ll be in touch … And next time, I’ll be worshipping those pits of yours …”
Joshua smiled.
As he made his way out of Peter’s apartment, with a simple handshake announcing the end of the meeting, Joshua realised that he had made a friend who might be able to help him out in more ways than he realised …
He pocketed the calling card Peter had given him and made his way back into Los Angeles.
The calling card sat in Joshua’s denim jacket …
A house surrounded by white feathers illustrated on the front of the card …
With the words ‘well deserved’ written on the front.
’JOSHUA’S WORSHIP’ CONTINUES IN ‘JOSHUA’S SECOND WORSHIP’