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Johnny sat on a wooden chair, wearing items of clothing that Ryan had specifically requested; a pair of jeans and his chunky heeled black leather boots.

He was shirtless, his ankles tied to the front legs of the chair by rope, the back of the chair pressed against one of the tall wooden pillars that reached from the ground, all the way up to the barns roof.

Ryan adjusted the camera stand and camera with one hand, his other hand holding onto the bundle of rope that would secure Johnny to the pillar.

“This lighting looks good on you,” Ryan complimented, as he turned towards Johnny and approached him with the rope.

Johnny blushed into his laps, some chunks of brown hair falling over each side of his face.

“Thanks,” he tapped his toes against the barns floor, the soles of his booted feet planted firmly against the ground, the rope around each ankle tight and secure, “So uh, I guess this is a …” he watched Ryan take hold of his wrists, where he gently lifted them above his head, “… An armpit, thing?”

Ryan smirked, pinning both of Johnny’s arms against the wooden column, “How can you tell?”

Johnny glanced up as Ryan began to wrap the rope around the pillar, “Well they’re uh, they’re pretty out and open …” he looked at each of his underarms, now wedged closely either side of his face, “… You uh, you haven’t taken your eyes off them since I got here. I uh, I take it you gotta thing for armpits?” The tighter Ryan wrapped the rope around the wooden pillar, as well as Johnny’s arms, the closer Johnny’s armpits nudged towards his head, “Oh man, you want them exposed …” Johnny could feel his heartbeat in his throat.

Ryan continued to mummify Johnny’s arms to the pillar with the rope, “I have a thing for your armpits …” he corrected.

Johnny bit his upper lip, “Oh …” he could barely arch his back, his fingers flexing as he felt the rope arrive at his wrists, “… So you’re not a foot guy?” Johnny curled his toes within his socks, relieved that they were protected by the leather of his boots.

Ryan shrugged, tying the last lengths of rope into an expertly secure knot at the back of the pillar, “I can take or leave ‘em,” he brushed his fingertips over each line of rope, stroking the bondage with respect, “You have beautiful feet. But I only have you for three days, and I’m pretty damn keen to push you to your limits by playing with these …” Ryan’s fingertips arrived at Johnny’s armpit hair.

Johnny sucked in air and leapt forwards, the chair rocking, his entire body kept in its seated position.

Ryan arrived opposite Johnny.

Johnny pursed his lips, curling his fists into balls - his eyes shifted from side to side - Ryan watched him quietly, admiring his ticklee as the twenty one year old pop star began to make sense of his circumstance.

“This is …” Johnny looked up at his arms, “… This is gonna be a lot! …” he chuckled, rope binding his arms to the column from elbow to wrist in a straight line, Johnny’s fingertips reaching up to the barns ceiling, “… What if I can’t breathe?” His armpits were entirely open, quite possibly the most exposed and vulnerable they had ever been, “What if I need you to stop?” His torso was stretched slightly, his abs on show, all of his ribs defined thanks to how tightly his arms had been secured above his head, “What if it gets too much?” Johnny gulped down some excitement, “What if I—“

“—Don’t be nervous,” Ryan walked to the camera stand and hit the record button, “I’ll know when you’re short of breath, I’ll know when to give you a break …” he reassured, “… They label me as one of the best, for a reason …” he began to approach Johnny.

Johnny shuffled in his seat, the curls of his armpit hair almost touching each cheek, “You’re pretty chill, compared to the others …”, his eyebrows raised so high his forehead creased, “… Why is that?”

Ryan paused to take in the visual perfection that was The Johnny Orlando bound in this way; his upper body bare and glowing in the sunlight, it’s muscular, toned shape pinned into position and restricted, every single inch of him from his waist all the way to the tips of his fingers on display …

… If this were an official exhibit based purely on Johnny Orlando’s torso, this image right here, a metre or so opposite Ryan, would be the perfect example of what would be showcased for those purchasing a ticket.

“All I want to do is make you laugh,” Ryan rolled up the sleeves to his t-shirt, “What’s so sinister about that?”

Johnny had noticed how much Ryan stared into each of his underarms, how quickly his eyes would dart from the line of hair travelling from his navel to the waistband of his jeans, up to the butterfly tattoos decorated across the top of his abs, “Oh, I’ll be laughing alright …”, he was under analysis, almost every detail of his torso under an administrated stare, “… I’d ask where you’re gonna make a start but uh, I think that’s kinda obvious …” Johnny sneered, his grin testing and playful.

Ryan did not care if his interest, no, his obsession towards Johnny’s armpits had been clocked by the very person bound to the pillar before him - by this point, he had become so excited at the prospect of exploring Johnny’s torso that any shame connected to his fetishes had been confidently discarded.

“I just love how you can barely take it,” Ryan observed, reaching his right hand out, extending his index finger, “Even the lightest touch drives you crazy …” the very tip of Ryan’s index finger met with Johnny’s left underarm, barely moving past the curls of his armpit hair, “I have so much I want to do to you, but seeing as we only have twenty pages, I think it’s best not to overcomplicate things for now, keep the torment simple …”

Johnny clenched his teeth into an even tighter, wider grin; he naturally went to lift his feet into a kick, but the rope securing his ankles to the front legs of the chair kept them in place; he blew air through his mouth, his eyes watching Ryan’s index finger, his knees bending inward, “Twen, twenty pages?—“, he gasped as Ryan did the same to his right armpit, once again simply pressing his index finger gently towards the tufts of armpit hair, “—You like talking mysteriously, huh? … Hey, stop teasing me—“, Johnny growled.

Ryan made his way behind the pillar, his touch always present around each of Johnny’s armpits, “—Beg me,” Ryan urged, “Beg me to stop teasing you …” now standing behind the pillar, Ryan could place both hands against Johnny’s armpits, where he began to stroke them with a soft, buttery flutter of each fingertip, “… And I’ll consider it …”

Johnny’s eyes widened into a glistened bulge as his tongue wagged; he hurtled forwards, but the rope kept him pinned against the pillar, his torso only able to move an inch, “—Please—”, Johnny wheezed, “Stop teasing me, alright? …” he began to cackle and grunt as Ryan increased pressure, his fingers now wiggling past the armpit hair, their strength nearing the deaths of each armpit, “Oh, holy cow!”

Johnny’s chest pushed in and out, his thighs and knees squirming as he shook his head from side to side, Ryan’s fingers now pressing harder into each underarm, “—Whoa, Ryan, man!—“

Johnny tumbled into a realm of disbelief, he glanced at each armpit in shock, his grin wide and filled with ecstatic joy and mind numbing delirium, “—Ryan, would you please go easy?—“, he asked, his tone intentional in its over-polite delivery.

It immediately feels different to what Peter has done before - this is a new level, a fresh experience, a more skilled technique - it is not implemented with a focus to toying with his feet or any other body part within the future, it is only dedicated to his underarms, a fact that causes Johnny to giggle, gasp and grunt as he sits there, arms reaching upward in a pinned stretch, five fingertips wiggling in his left armpit, five fingertips wiggling in his right …

“My, my armpits! Oh, man! Ah! Ah! Oh, oh!”

Johnny began to giggle hard - the giggles were breathless and drawn out, lengthy and non stop - it is, above all else an uncontrollable release of gut wrenching hysteria that causes Johnny’s face to beam red, his fists now curling into balls so tight that his fists tremble.

“—Ahahah! Ahaha! Ahahaha! Okay! Okay! Ahahaha! Ahahaha! Ahahahah! Whoa, whoa! Ahahahah! Grah! Grah! Grahahahahahaha!—“

Having his armpits tickled this way caused Johnny’s his head to spin, his hair to flay and litter the top half of his face - the rope creaked and squeaked, his armpits never moving, only flexing gently as they react to the tender pokes, teasing prods and taunting pressure from Ryan’s fingers, fingers that are now clawing across the moist, sweat stained flesh that makes up each hyper ticklish cavern of sensitivity …

As the intensity is dialled up a notch, Johnny’s eyebrows lift and his cheeks glow - he begins to shout out his cackles, he is never blinking or closing his mouth, his jaw wide open, his throat thick - he tries to look round at Ryan, tries to catch a glimpse of his tickler in action, but it is no good - he is pinned against the pillar, his armpits now being tickled from elbow to pec in a non stop, speedy journey, up and down, “—Ahahahah! Ahahahah! Oh, Ryan! Ahahaha! Ahahahah! Ahahahaa! Ahahahaha! Oh, Ryan!—“, it all becomes rather overwhelming, Johnny has never had his armpits tickled like this, he can barely think straight, he can barely cope!

“Does that tickle, Johnny?” Ryan purred, his fingernails now scratching against each armpit, causing Johnny to leap and lunge, or at least try to, as he cackles the loudest he has cackled yet, “You could barely stand a line of grass gliding against them, this must feel pretty mad …”

Johnny nodded quick and fast, he hadn’t agreed with anything more in his entire life, “It’s insane!—“, he admitted between the breathless laughter, “—They’re so ss, sssensitive!”

Ryan danced his fingers down Johnny’s taunt sides and grabbed, pinched and jabbed into his ribcage, causing Johnny to shriek, yelp and twist as if he were being jabbed by a cattle prod, “I want to hear you say it,” Ryan urged, “Tell me how ticklish your armpits are …”

Ryan shuffled around the pillar and made his way opposite Johnny, his fingers never leaving his torso, his touch returning to each underarm.

Johnny’s head fell over his chest as he wheezed out a reply, “I, I can’t believe it!” He spluttered out giggles and high pitched chortles, his eyes boiling down at his left underarm and then his right, the sight of Ryan’s fingers wiggling into each blowing his mind second by second, “I, I can barely breathe!—“, he stated, bewildered and perplexed, his mouth shaping into an impressed ‘O’ as he watched Ryan move his mouth towards his left pit where he began to sniff, lick and kiss into the very depths of it’s delve, “—Oh! Oh, Ryan! Man! Gah! Hahaha! Gahahahah! Hahaha! Gahhahahaahahaha!—“

PFFFT, PFFFT, PFFFT — Ryan started to blow raspberries into Johnny’s right armpit, then his left, his fingers exploring the tenderness of his upper waist, the defined shape of his stomach, the smoothness of his chest — PFFFT, PFFT, PFFFT!

“—Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! Ahahah! This, this is unreal— Ahahah! Ahahahah! Ahahahaha! Ahahahah! Ssss, soo ticklish!—“

Ryan felt Johnny’s torso twist even harder, when his abs were tickled by ten fingers at once, each taunt muscle poked and stroked - he kept his touch down below whilst  persisting in blowing raspberries into Johnny’s armpits, kissing and sucking on them at the same time, whilst forcing the strong length of his wet tongue through Johnny’s underarm hair, “You’ve still got a bit of breath in you yet, Johnny,” Ryan reassured, “Don’t you love this? Being made to feel so alive, so present, so pushed to your limit?”

Johnny nodded again, this time harder, faster, his mouth unable to move the way he wanted, unable to produce the words thanks to how much laughter spilled from his throat.

“It’s so wild!—“, Johnny cackled, giggled, writhed and bounced, “—You’re gonna have t, t, to!—“, he did not make sense, his nipples now erect and shaped into pins, his stomach toned and defined from all the chortling, “—My, my god!—“, he whined, his head now being used as a force to knock away Ryan’s face and tongue, however they were adamantly going nowhere, “—Woo!—“, he cheered excitedly, “—This is one hell of a ride!—“, his voice was grainy, filled with exhilaration.

Ryan allowed Johnny to catch his breath, as he sat down on his lap and placed his hands around Johnny’s sides.

Johnny cocked an eyebrow, his panting thick and hoarse, his armpits tingling as he felt the warmth of Ryan’s palms plant over his ribcage.

“Whoa …” Johnny’s eyes lined up with Ryan’s, who now sat on Johnny, their faces inches apart.

Ryan moved his lips towards Johnny’s pearl necklace and kissed the butterfly attached to it.

“You alright?” Ryan felt the need to check in - Johnny was clearly finding having his armpits tickled so intensely rather challenging - no matter how much a ticklee enjoyed having their limits tested, the physical demand that came with expelling such loud noises from the gut would always dictate when and when not they would need a break.

Johnny closed his eyes and licked his lips, his lungs refilling with air, second by second, “I knew they were ticklish,” he managed to say, sniffing up some hot barn humidity through flared nostrils, “But I didn’t realise they could be that ticklish …”

Ryan admired the thin layer of sweat developing across Johnny’s chest, “How ticklish do you think they are?” He enquired, his hands shaping back into claws where they gently returned to Johnny’s armpits, his fingernails curling back through Johnny’s armpit hair, “On a scale of one to then …”

Johnny’s eyes snapped open as his tickle endurance suddenly recommenced, “Ryan, ah!” He found himself once again shooting his stare into each underarm, his excitement regarding the entire ordeal increased by the sight of Ryan’s fingers searching and rifling through both armpits, “A ten, a ten!”

Ryan got up even closer to Johnny, his straddle over his lap passionately present, determinedly invasive, his mind well aware that he has a tickler now owned the title of ‘The Johnny Orlando Armpit Tickler’ …

“Oh we both know it’s higher than that,” Ryan grinned, “Come on, don’t lie to me, Johnny …”, Ryan could now feel the heat from Johnny’s laughter as it pressed against his chest - the release of high pitched giggles and shouts was so loud it had started to dampen the material of Ryan’s shirt …

“Okay! Okay!—“, Johnny smacked his head against the pillar, “An eleven, a twelve, a thirteen!—“, he shrieked, his head twisting and turning, his nose and lips now brushing against Ryan’s as Ryan pressed his face against Johnny’s, “—Hahahaha! Ahahahah! Ahahahaha! Ahahahah! Oh, ahahahah! Oh, ahahahah! Ryan! Ahahahaha! Ahahaha!—“, Johnny endured a constant armpit tickling, whilst expelling his laughter directly into Ryan’s open mouth.

Ryan wanted to drizzle baby oil over Johnny’s torso, but there was now no need, “Have you ever laughed this hard, Johnny?” Johnny’s entire upper body now glistened in perspiration, his skin shimmering with sweat as the beams of sun shone down over his almighty, absurdly ticklish frame.

Johnny shook his head fiercely, unapologetically, “Never, never!” He then jolted into himself as Ryan decided to play with him another way, the camera always recording, his sides being jabbed by Ryan’s singular index finger just once, “Gah!”, and then just once into his navel, “Oh!”, and then just once again into his hip, “Ah!”, this playful and random poke and jab style caused Johnny to giggle further, his grin the widest it had been yet, his armpits once again used as a landscape for tickling as soon as Ryan returned all ten of his fingers to his underarms, “Oh, oh, Ryan! Ahahahah! Ahahahah! Ahahaha! Ahahaha! Ahahahahah!—“ Johnny had no choice but to scream out his cackles.

Ryan then decided to take just his index fingers and middle fingers into the very centre of Johnny’s armpits, wiggling them in deep, into the very middle of each underarm - as soon as Johnny began to scream out his laughter, Ryan knew he had found a sweet spot.

“OOAAAHHH! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAH! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! RYAN! RYAN! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!—“

Johnny’s eyes almost bulged out of his head; they were round, white, his pupils became dots, his mouth wide open in an expansive, animated grin, his face beaming with uncontrollable glee, “—OHAHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!—“, with Ryan still straddling him, Johnny was able to scream into Ryan’s chest and bite at his nipples and shoulders, his laughter furiously kept between them both in a heated exchange of bodily connection - Ryan sat seated on Johnny’s lap, Johnny sat seated with Ryan on him, their frames sweaty and warm, the craziness created by Ryan’s index and middle fingers creating thunderous, explosive and eruptive laughter from Johnny’s throat, “—AHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAAHAH!—“

Like Ryan had mentioned before he hit the record button, he would know how to handle Johnny’s physical reactions to his plans - therefore, he gradually slowed down the tickling and took his fingers in a toying dance around Johnny’s pecs and biceps, stroking them gently as Johnny continued to cackle and squirm.

“Th, this is cool and all,” Johnny wheezed, “But, Ryan, man! I need to catch my breath!” He panted, Ryan’s fingernails returning to each armpit, “Ah! Ahaha! Ahahah! Oh! Ahaha!—“

Ryan knew the reason, but he still had to ask, his lips moving towards the bridge of Johnny’s nose as he rested his weight over Johnny’s lap.

“Why?” He felt Johnny lift his head.

“I’m laughing too hard, man …” Johnny’s lips made impact with Ryan’s, “It’s the funnest, most insane thing …” he began to kiss Ryan, “… I’ve eh, ever been through …”

The loudness that had filled the barn was suddenly replaced by the wet sound of lips entwining; there were gasps, moans and licks across jaws, until a blunt quiet arrived around both Johnny and Ryan.

Ryan rested his forehead against Johnny’s.

“You love this, don’t you?” He whispered into Johnny’s eyelashes.

Johnny nodded quickly, unable to respond verbally, his armpits twitching beneath Ryan’s fingertips.

“Are you ready for another two hours?”

Johnny grinned, his vibrant eyes looking directly into Ryan’s - he did not need to say yes, or anything expected, such as ‘bring it on’ - the fierce glare directed at his tickler said it all.

And with that considered, Ryan went in for a second round.