“She’s obsessed with you.”
Miller pursed his lips in slight regret as he said those four words.
Don’t scare him off, he thought, you’ve almost got him.
Bradley’s cheshire grin proved to Miller that his blunt announcement would not derail his plan.
“She’s cute,” Bradley held a photograph of his biggest fan between his index finger and thumb as he nudged his glasses further up his nose, “She’s really cute, actually.”
Miller sat back in his office chair and folded his arms across his chest.
“She’s thirty, so three years older than you,” he narrowed his eyes and turned is face towards the bright wall to ceiling window that looked out over a grey and rainy New York City skyline, “She’s a head chef in one of Brooklyn’s most successful steak restaurants, she’s single, she has her own apartment in Greenwich … And she’s itching to meet you …” Miller glanced back at Bradley and smirked, “… It’s a no brainer, right?”
Bradley’s British twang left his lips in an excited huff, “I’m not much of a risk taker!” He chuckled and sat forwards, planting his palms over the surface of the desk between he and his new Financial Advisor, “Buuuuuut, fifteen thousand quid is a lot of money …” he winced and squeezed his left eye shut as he considered this once in a lifetime offer, “… It would fund our entire tour …” he bit his upper lip as he looked at Miller for support in making his mind up, “… It would secure a promotional spot in Times Square for—”
“—Oh—” Miller scoffed and rolled his eyes, “—Weeks, months, until there are no more albums left to sell!” He placed the fingertips of his right hand over the contract, sliding it effortlessly across the desk whilst offering Bradley a pen, “You don’t need me to reassure you that you’re doing the right thing. It’s two hours! Fifteen thousand dollars in your bands bank account by lunch time tomorrow …”
Bradley’s hazel brown eyes twinkled at the paperwork, his hand reaching out for the pen, his fingers pinching one end whilst Miller kept hold of the other …
“And you said nothing is off limits …” Bradley and Miller remained connected by the pen between them as Bradley allowed a pause of silence to assert the sense of importance within his tone, “… What if she wants to, you know …” Bradley winked and nudged the air with his elbow, “… Get frisky with me? Am I supposed to just let it happen …?”
Miller’s arm had begun to ache, the more he held it over the desk, the longer his index finger and thumb kept a tight grip on his end of the pen.
“As utterly irresistible as you clearly are, she might just want to cook you a meal and oh, I don’t know, get to know you?” Miller fluttered his eyelashes and tried his best to normalise the situation, “I’ve negotiated these sorts of arrangements with celebrities and their wealthier fans before. Most just end up having a drink over genuine conversation …” Miller smiled in internal relief as Bradley finally took the pen from him, “… You’ll be surprised how quickly the evening goes.”
Bradley shuffled the paper work so that all pages aligned and readied his hands to draw out his signature, “If she’s as big of a fan as she says she is, we can just talk about the new album, the tours she’s been to, her favourite Vamps songs …” Miller eyed his Rolex as Bradley gradually arrived at a more comfortable mindset, regarding the uniqueness of the proposal, “… And if she tries it on with me,” Bradley shrugged as he scribbled his name on the dotted line, “… I’ll just play it cool. I’m used to dealing with girls like her, especially when they’re hands on …”
Miller’s white teeth beamed as his satisfied smile transformed into a crooked sneer, “… Oh, something tells me she’ll be very hands on …” he felt himself slip once again as Bradley paused on the final three letters of his surname, doubt washing over his face for a millisecond, before Miller successfully recovered the minor set back, “… You know, being a chef n’ all, I’m sure she’ll suggest a, a hands on activity, like making dinner together,” he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie as Bradley finished signing the paper work, “Or, or something like that,” Miller gulped.
Bradley handed Miller back the pen and got to his feet.
“Well, whatever she does with me, I’m looking forward to it,” he extended his hand and smiled at Miller, “Usually these meetings are so boring! It’s always bank bollocks and long words I don’t understand. It’s refreshing to have a financial solution that’s so …” Bradley searched the office ceiling for the right word, “… Weird …”
Miller laughed into his chest and stood away from the chair, grabbing hold of Bradley’s hand where he shook it firmly, “I think ‘unique’ is a better way to describe it …” his smile faded as he saw someone he had not expected to arrive for another hour step out of the elevator, “… And hey! Who doesn’t love a little celebrity and fan interaction? It’ll be great for your already exceptional public image …” Miller let go of Bradley’s hand, speedily journeyed around a desk that was not his, where he placed his palm over the broadness of Bradley’s back, “… Here, lemme walk you out, make sure we get you a car back to your hotel …”
Bradley nodded eagerly, “Yeah, sure, cheers! Oi, if you don’t hear back from me after tonight, tell my family I love them!” He joked, allowing Miller to escort him through the department and towards a set of spinning glass doors, as Bradley’s actual new Financial Advisor made his way out of the elevator, past them both, and towards the reception desk.
As Miller and Bradley left the building, the Financial Advisor cocked an eyebrow at the receptionist, directing his curiosity to the silver haired man that had just left his own office.
“Who the heck was that guy?”
“I know your star sign is a Leo …”
Bradley sank his weight into the large cushioned sofa as his number one fan poured him his second glass of wine.
“Another one …” Bradley purred, his number one fan taking a seat beside him.
“You’re half Greek,” she analysed Bradley’s face with glowing admiration in her eyes, her left hand propping her head up in an adoring daze, her right hand nursing her own glass of merlot.
Bradley nodded, “… Another one …” he giggled bashfully.
Bradley’s number one fan did not need to think too hard, when presenting him with facts about himself, “You don’t like roller coasters …” the candlelight flickered in her eyes, “… Your favourite movie is 21 Jump Street …” she announced, before Bradley could suggest ‘another one’, “… You started singing when you were fourteen, you prefer baths over showers … You’re mom still cuts your hair … ” she could not help but grin and shuffle forwards, her long eyelashes fluttering as she spoke in a caressing whisper, “… You love to laugh …”
Bradley lowered his head in shame and held his hands up in surrender, “Well, erm, okay, at least one of those isn’t true!” He chuckled, the hand not holding his wine now tidying up his curls of hair, “Geez, you sure do know a lot about me …” Bradley lifted his head and looked his number one fan in the eye, “… It’s pretty impressive, I’ll admit.”
Bradley’s ‘number one fan’ was a woman called Jaya; along with the many personality traits and lifestyle information Miller had presented to Bradley earlier in the day, Jaya was also a charmer, a passionate conversationist and above all else, an expert at making the men she involved herself with turn to jelly on the spot.
If Bradley had known his number one fan was going to be this attractive, he would have suggested turning the two allocated hours to four …
“I’ve been following The Vamps since 2015,” Jaya declared proudly, “Honestly, sitting here right now, with you,” she closed her eyes and faced her lap, shaking her head, “No, don’t worry, I … I don’t think I can say it. I can already feel the stalker in me creeping you out …” she chuckled and hid her awkwardness by taking a sip of her wine.
“No … ” Bradley was not sure if it were how relaxed Jaya made him feel, or if it was the booze, or perhaps a mixture of both, but he did not feel strange when reaching out his hand, where he carefully placed it over Jaya’s left knee, “… Go on, say what you were going to say,” he urged.
Jaya’s eyes opened slowly as Bradley rested his palm over her leg.
“Out of all the boys in the band, you’re my favourite,” she spoke in a quiet murmur, “This is a dream come true,” she announced.
An odd silence filled the apartment as Bradley lifted his hand and placed it around the stem of his wine glass.
Bradley and Jaya sat on a giant couch surrounded by dim lighting. A coffee table containing a now empty bottle of wine rested over expensive carpet. The living room they had been chatting in for the best part of twenty minutes connected to a large kitchen that Jaya used as a place to make her home meals, whilst also experimenting on new recipes for her restaurant.
There were hardly any walls within this apartment, just one huge square that made up an open living space with a giant double bed, wide screen television and antique lamp nestled in the far corner. A window stretched around the entire perimeter of the apartment and looked down onto a bustling New York. There were no curtains. In the night the window would show only darkness and twinkling skyscrapers, in the day you could stand there and look out into the city for as far as your eyes could see. Currently, the view was only grey mist as a stubborn storm continued to pound over the concrete jungle.
Jaya lived on the top floor, where sometimes, the clouds were beneath her.
As Bradley cleared her throat, Jaya tucked some of her hair behind her ears and stood away from the couch.
“I’m sorry,” she winced, “I shouldn’t of said that. I’ll go get us some more w—”
“—What do you want to do?” Bradley lifted himself up from the couch, “I’m yours, for …” he checked the watch on his wrist, “… One hour and thirty eight minutes! The contract states we can do anything, yeah? Nothing is off limits … “ he held onto Jaya’s hand and pulled her back down beside him, where she landed with a gentle bounce, “… What’s the plan? Are we going to your restaurant? Are we staying here? Maybe we could squeeze in your favourite movie?” He scratched the tip of his nose and lifted his shoulders, “We could play eye spy …? I’m running out of ideas here!” He chortled.
Jaya’s eyes shot to one of only two doors in the apartment separating the living area they sat in from additional parts within her home; one door lead to the bathroom, the other, an unknown room Bradley had yet to be introduced to.
“You’re open minded, aren’t you, Bradley …” Jaya placed her glass of wine down over the coffee table, its base making a soft clinking noise as it rested over the reflective surface.
Bradley ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth and moved forwards curiously, “ … What gives you the impression I’m open minded?” He ate up Jaya’s intense interest in him - for Bradley, this was not only a huge financial gain for the lads and their upcoming tour, but it satisfied a void-less pit of insecurity that had recently been created, by being dumped by his ex girlfriend only three months ago …
Jaya knew how much her obsessive yet approachable fanatic way made Bradley feel like he was some kind of rockstar, when in reality, he was just a pretty boy lead of a band that had not had a number one single in over seven years; she used her index finger to hook under Bradley’s necklace, tugging him closer as she spoke with her flirtatious glare aimed directly at Bradley’s lips.
“Your dress sense, your easy going manner, the way you carry yourself …” she tucked his necklace back beneath his shirt and then used her fingernails to softly comb some of Bradley’s thick chunks of hair towards the back of his head, “… The lyrics you write, the emotion in your work … You have an open soul, so, I assume … You have an open mind …”
Bradley found himself mesmerised by Jaya; he was unsure of where to look, his attention taken from her glossy lips to the fierce point of her nose, from her strawberry scented breath to the way her green velvet bra hugged the plump shape of her brea—
“—Yes—” Bradley coughed into his fist as he forced his curiosity up from Jaya’s chest, to her smouldering eyes, “I’m open minded. I’m up for anything.”
Jaya cocked an eyebrow.
“Anything?”
She faced Bradley head on, with only a few inches between them.
Bradley felt his cheeks blush pink as he readied himself to say the word ‘anything’ once again, but he found himself pausing as ‘anything’ became a sudden and intimidating sea of possibility.
Is she going to dress me up as her favourite animal?
What if she has a thing for piss, or worse, shhh—
—Oh god, what have I got myself into?
Think of the money, think of the money, think of the money …
“ … Anything … ” Bradley smiled, his glass of wine hovering below his lips before he took a final slurp.
Jaya’s nostrils flared as Bradley’s consent was provided, her right hand curling around his left, her left hand taking his now empty glass of wine away from him.
“Come with me.”
Bradley blinked as he was pulled up from the couch and taken away from the cosy vibe of Jaya’s open living space, where Jaya then opened the one door that had remained closed since his arrival.
Jaya stepped aside and leant back against the door, closing it gently once Bradley had stepped into the room.
“Welcome to my den,” she contained her concerns regarding Bradley’s reaction at the back of her throat, her heartbeat pounding so hard behind her chest that she could practically feel it pulsating within her ears, “What do you think?”
Bradley’s mouth fell open as his eyes trailed across the room, his hands dangling at his sides, his booted feet treading carefully over varnished floorboards …
“Oh my god …” he whispered.
Jaya’s den consisted of a medium sized, brightly lit rectangular space consisting of a mini bar, a staircase leading down to another door and various art deco portraits framed and hung over exposed brickwork for walls.
The stand out elements within the den were a giant antique trunk - lid closed - and a red leather bondage chair nailed to the middle of the floor.
Bradley approached the chair with an extended hand, where he unintentionally reassured Jaya that he was not scared but instead inspective, his fingertips trailing across the stocks attached to the end of the chair, where they smoothed over soft padding and up to the velcro wrist restraints dangling from the chairs back.
He turned to Jaya with an eager gleam in his eyes.
“You’re kinky …” he declared.
Jaya nudged herself away from the door and approached the chair, resting her hand over the device with a proud expression across her face.
“Kinky is an understatement,” she smirked.
Bradley cocked an eyebrow as he witnessed Jaya’s face change; it was such an interesting transition from sharp to soft that he felt a strong need to shed light on it.
“You and this chair,” Bradley did something that made Jaya’s chest lift - he climbed into it, “You’ve got history. You look at it as if it’s a good mate, as if it’s something you can rely on …” he sat back and tucked his hands behind his head, casually propping his feet over the stocks, crossing his legs at the ankle, “… Almost like it’s a valued object that means a lot to you …” he watched Jaya as she paced around the chair, finally arriving at the stocks with her hands on her hips, “… Am I right?” He wondered if his observation was a step too far.
Jaya felt a sting of emotion in the depths of her stomach; such a flush caused her to smile at Bradley warmly, where she nodded slowly and patted his feet away from the stocks, the need to get him restrained now so powerful she could barely stand it for a second longer.
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded.
Bradley gasped and widened his jaw, placing his feet back onto the top of the stocks, where he folded his arms smugly across his chest.
Before he could shape out the words to his latest quip, Jaya placed an index finger over her own lips.
“If you’re about to say, ‘what’s the magic word’ …” she whispered, “… Don’t …” she walked around the chair and reached down to Bradley’s shirt, unbuttoning the collar, “… I’ve heard it all before.”
Bradley swung his feet away from the stocks and planted them on the floor, his legs now straddling either side of the device as he sat on the seated part of the chair, “Oh yeah? How many pop stars have you had strapped up in this bad boy?” He asked, his fingers now picking at the remaining buttons of his shirt, “Lemme guess, Bieber, Styles, Mendes?” Bradley’s shirt fell open, where he began to shrug it away from his torso.
Jaya stepped back and turned to face the mini bar, where she began to pour she and Bradley a shot of whiskey each, “To name a few,” she muttered, not caring if Bradley heard her remark, whilst also hoping that he did - if the latter were the case, he would surely think she was joking, when in actuality, those three men had very much indeed sat tied in Jaya’s chair a few times before …
When Jaya turned back to face Bradley, she discovered him fully undressed; now he stood in just a pair of Tommy Hilfiger briefs, his glasses, his boots, jeans, socks and shirt crumpled into a hastily thrown pile beside the antique trunk.
Bradley ran a hand through his hair and gestured down to his body, throwing his head back up to Jaya with a cavalier smile, “What do you think?” He smirked, his hands held behind his back, his chest lifting, his legs parting a little into a confident stand.
Jaya held a shot in each hand, her eyes trailing over Bradley from head to toe, “You’re gorgeous … ” she licked her lips, her gaze taking in Bradley’s tanned skin, his smooth looking flesh, his erect nipples and hairless tummy; he looked juicy and plump, there was a shape to his hips and waist, however he was far from ‘big’, whilst also being far from too slim.
Bradley was a little shorter than Jaya, especially with his boots now removed - so as she handed him his shot, he found himself peering up at her a little, her shadow now consuming Bradley and his clothe-less physique.
“Er … Cheers! To er, to taking risks!” Bradley held his shot glass against Jaya’s.
“Cheers indeed,” Jaya giggled in excitement as she clinked her glass against Bradleys.
In unison, both Bradley and Jaya knocked back their shot with ease, wincing at the same time, wiping their mouths immedietly after.
“Oooft, that burns—” Bradley pulled a face of grimace and handed Jaya back his glass, “—Knocked away the nerves, though!”
Jaya placed both glasses back at the mini bar and removed her blouse, reaching it up over her head, where she dropped it at her feet.
Bradley swallowed down a dry lump in his throat, left there by the shot.
Jaya turned to face Bradley, where she now stood in her green bra, tight black jeans and white heels, “You’re nervous?” She approached him with an elegance in her step, he right hand lifting to gently take hold of his chin, keeping his head still, his face aimed at her, “Look at you. You’re so cute …” her fingertips smoothed under his jaw as Bradley struggled to contain his smile, “… Your dark brown eyes, your floppy head of hair …” her hand dropped to Bradleys underwear, where she tugged on the waistband, taking him towards the chair, “… I’m going to have some fun with you …”
Bradley sat down in the seat and allowed Jaya to hold onto his ankles, where she lifted them carefully into the open groove of the stocks, “Oh yeah?” Bradley buried his doubt and leant into the role of someone Jaya would be satisfied with, someone worth paying so much money for, “What have you got in mind?” After all, fifteen grand would land in the bands bank account by lunchtime tomorrow, as promised by Miller, “Oh, we’re starting already …” So even if Bradley felt highly uncertain by what may take place throughout the rest of this evening, one thing was for sure - he would not disappoint, like his ex girlfriend had reminded him he often did, time and time again …
Jaya closed down the top half of the stocks and locked the latch, “We sure are,” securing Bradley’s bare feet in place - seeing him like this only made the palms of her hands sweat harder, to the point where even she had to verbalise how giddy Bradley was making her feel, “Gosh, now you got me feeling nervous …”
Jaya allowed Bradley to rest his weight into his seat, his observant eyes still taking in details of his surroundings, where she then used her nerves to nudge her into taking him by surprise.
Bradley’s attention was snatched towards the bottoms of his feet as Jaya playfully ran all of her fingernails up his soles from heel to toe; the touch was sudden and unexpected, it ended as soon as it started, but it was enough to cause Bradley’s eyes to widen, his mouth to shape into an ‘O’, and for his ankles to rattle within the stocks.
“Oh! Huhuh …!” Bradley watched Jaya walk towards his upper body, his mind now split in two; one half seemed distracted by the out of the blue tickle, whilst the other half felt alarmed by how quickly his breath had been taken from his chest, without him even meaning it to, “Oh, uh, what are you—” any previous thought process crumbled within Bradley’s head as Jaya took hold of his right arm and gently lifted it to the top of the chair, “—you’re actually tying me up …!” He did not want the startled tone within his voice to sound so uncertain, he had reassured himself and Jaya that he was game for anything, but the reality of his circumstance had started to settle in sooner than he expected, “That means I don’t get to touch you …” Bradley made sure to keep his eyes on Jaya as he moulded his attempt to stop her from fully restraining him sound more like a flirt, “… This feels a little unfair …”
Jaya secured Bradley’s right wrist to the top of the chair, “You just sit back and relax … I’ll do all the work … ” but before she could take Bradley’s left hand, he was practically offering it up to her, a grin spreading across his face as he shuffled excitedly in his seat.
“Is that so? Alright, strap me in!” He chuckled eagerly.
Seeing Bradley’s right armpit now so exposed created a uncontrollable urge within Jaya - as she teased him by asking, “How are you feeling, pretty boy?” she felt her tickling hand lift, where it travelled cautiously towards the curls of thick brown armpit hair sprouting from Bradley’s underarm.
“I’ve never been tied up befo—” once again, Bradley found his breath yanked out of him, this time in the form of sudden laughter; it arrived in a splutter, his body twisting to the side as Jaya’s fingernails landed in the form of a gentle comb through his armpit hair, his free left hand automatically batting her touch away as he giggled into his chest, “Oi! Huhahahaha! Oh, oh man—”
Jaya remained silent as she walked around the bondage device, carefully taking his left wrist, where she allowed Bradley to come to terms with his upcoming ordeal, something that she could see was taking place thanks to the panicked yet entertained splay of flustered shock saturating his face.
“You uh, you keep tickling me …” he observed, a playful and suspecting tone to his voice, “… You like to tickle?” Bradley watched Jaya do her thing, as she finished restraining his hands above his head, with the velcro cuffs pinned to the top of the seat.
“Oh, I love to tickle …” Jaya admitted, now pacing around the chair, where she arrived at Bradley’s feet, taking a loop of string attached to the stocks, fastening it around his left big toe, “… You have no idea what I’m about to do to you, huh, petty boy?” She then did the same to Bradley’s right big toe, as he curled his fists into balls and wagged his tongue, his eyes practically shaping out into cartoon hearts as Jaya made her way back to his torso.
“Well, what you got in mind?” He asked again, his narrow eyed stare watching Jaya’s fingers as if his sight was connected to them by a magnet, wherever they went, his brown orbs followed, “Huh? You, you like to tickle—” he repeated, his chin pressing against his right collar bone as Jaya wiggled her fingernails into his right armpit, “—Gaw! Uhuhuh!—” Bradley’s laugh was almost geek-like, a gawp-ish expel of laughter mixed with joyous grunting as he peered down at Jaya’s touch, her fingernails leaving his underarm as soon as they had arrived, where they stroked across his chest and towards his left underarm, “You, you like tickling me, don’t you?” So far, this toying game of back and forth felt harmless, intimate, soft and caring - Bradley even thought Jaya may pull out a blind fold or a feather duster at any minute - but as Jaya continued to stroke her fingernails across Bradley’s neck and shoulders, he soon started to understand that being voluntarily restrained under someone who might have a thing for actual tickling could be the most intense set up he had contracted himself to in his entire life …
Jaya continued to explore Bradley’s torso by dancing her fingernails across his stomach and pecs, the light and tender touch causing him to arch his back and naturally tug on the restraints, “—Huh! Huhahahahahahah! Huh!—” he clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as her tickling touch transformed into a more tender caress, her fingernails now scratching gently at the sides of his head, causing his eyes to peel open and his eyelashes to flutter, “You, you got a thing for this? For tickling?” He kept on enquiring, even though Jaya had clearly started ‘I love to tickle’ only a few minutes ago, but for Bradley, receiving further confirmation that this would be happening at a hardcore level instead of a teasing one was what he needed as his way to fully commit, to fully embrace the horror that may or may not be taking place within the next four or five seconds, “You, you like that?” He raised both eyebrows as Jaya continued to run her fingernails around the tops of his ears, over his scalp, back down to his neck, as her way of leading him into a false pretence that his time in the chair would be affectionate instead of torturous, something she loved to do to the many subjects that had been in the chair before him, something she would persist in doing with the many subjects in the future, after Bradley, “You like touching me?” He asked.
Before Bradley could call Jaya out on going quiet on him, she jumped her fingers away from his neck and landed all ten into his armpits; five into his left, five into his right, where she actioned a merciless tickle into the depths of his underarms, causing Bradley to explode into a furious eruption of non stop, constant and breathless laughter, where his neck thickened with hysteria and his mouth refused to close.
“—OH! GUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! MAHHHN, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHABE—AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!—”
He thrashed his torso across the leather, his arms held in place by his wrist restraints, his elbows unable to reach past his head, his underarms too exposed, too vulnerable and far too ticklish for him to handle as Jaya relentlessly continued to dig, stroke, flutter and grab within his armpits, creating a senseless laughter so strong in its expel that Bradley almost foamed at the mouth.
“—UGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAN!—AHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! AHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!—”
Bradley struggled to catch his breath as Jaya slid her touch from out of his armpits, stroking down his sides and over his stomach where she lifted her fingernails through the air and towards the soles of his feet.
“—Oh my god—” Bradley panted, his body never tickled like that before, even if he was the unwilling victim of pokes and prods from his bandmates on a daily basis, “—You’re crazy, babe, ss, stop mucking about,” he licked his lips and grunted as Jaya actioned a quick scribble over the bottom of his left foot, “—Gahah!—” his foot twisting and writhing, the toe tie keeping it in place, his body thrashing forwards with such speed that his glasses flew away from his face and landed somewhere near the mini bar, “—My glasses! Oh, you’re killing me, girl—” he gasped as Jaya slapped some baby oil over the sole of his left foot, rubbing it in to start, where she then began to scratch and claw the shimmering liquid into the slippery, silky soft expanse of his arch, causing him to huff and grunt harder, “—Guhh! Oh! Guhuhuh! Ah!—” the only part of his foot able to keep still being his left big toe, which remained pinned to the stocks, as the remaining shape of his left foot flexed and stretched beneath Jaya’s intense scratch, “—Oh, oh, o, O, O, UH! UHAHAHA! UHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! GUHAHAHAAHA! AHAHAHAAHA!—” Bradley once again found himself unable to control his reactions as the bottom of his left foot was devoured by Jaya’s sharp fingernails, “—GAH! GAHAHAHAHA! WAYHAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT GAHAHAHAAHA! GAHAHAHAHAH! GAHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAAH!—”
Jaya grinned as she watched Bradley’s mouth continue to widen into a maddened and hysterical splay, his eyes unblinking and wide as he watched Jaya’s fingernails hop from his arch, over to the base of all five of his right toes, where she scribbled additional lashings of baby oil into the sole of his right foot, teasing and toying with his ultra ticklish flesh by being gradual then intense, gradual then intense, gradual then intense, causing Bradley to kick his legs and tug at his restraints, his biceps bulging with every pull.
“— MNN! MNN! GUH! GUHUH! HUH! OH!—” between each chuckle was a squeak as Bradley breathed back in, the air always hitting the back of his throat with every inhale, “—EEH!—” where he would then exhale more bellows and grunts, never for a moment able to contain his laughter, always allowing it to flow out of him fully; the harder he was tickled, the more intensely the laughter came, the less he was tickled, the more he grunted and chuckled in disbelief, his feet always twitching and flexing under Jaya’s touch, “—EEH! Huh! Huhauahauha! Oh, oh, OH OH—”
Ruthlessly, Jaya took all ten of her fingernails and attacked both of Bradley’s feet at the same time; five on his left sole, five on his right, sending him into a crazed frenzy where all he could do was thrash within the chair and eject an uncontrollable avalanche of laughter with such force that his cheeks boiled pink and saliva began to bubble at each corner of his mouth.
“—GUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA! AHAHAHAHAAHAHAH! AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHIT—AHAAHAHAHAHAHAH! AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAH! GUHHH HUHUHUH! OH MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN! HUHAAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!—”
His head fell over his chest as Jaya clawed onto each sole and dragged her fingernails slowly from heel to toe, toe to heel, heel to toe, no longer scribbling, giving Bradley the chance to catch his breath whilst still squirming in his bondage, his face now glowing a beetroot red, his hair now blocking his eyesight.
“—Huh! Huahauahauhuhuh, oh, oh, blimey, girl—” Bradley could barely believe his circumstance, he had never laughed this hard, he had never been forced into this level of hysteria before, he had never been this physically pushed so suddenly, “—Bloody hell!—” he panted, his feet still flexing under Jaya’s fingernails, her right hand now taking a break, only to lift the lid of the antique trunk beside her where she picked out a tool, keeping it out of Bradley’s eye line, keen to get him to relax for just a few seconds before using it on his soles, “—Haha, ha … Ha … Oh, oh my god,” he sniffed, “—Oh, oh my god, my, my feet, what are you doo, doo, d—” he had been rendered speechless, unable to describe how he felt, even if he so very badly wanted to let his number one fan understand the effect this was having on him, but before he could even think about using his voice for anything but laughter, the sensation of a hairbrush arrived aggressively over the sole of his left foot, causing him to erupt in a way he had not erupted since his tickle torture began.
“—OoooOOOHHMAAAAAAAAYGOOAAAAAAAAAAH—AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH—”, Bradley’s entire face became the definition of ‘astonished’; if he were put on pause, his features and overly animated expression could be compared to that of someone witnessing something shocking for the first time, “—OHHHMYGUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAD-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA-AHHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!—”, a bewildered, mesmerised and startled look of absolute shock saturated him from forehead to chin as his mouth stretched open and his eyes widened - his furiously perplexed scowl aimed right down at the sole of his left foot as Jaya scrubbed the brush across the oily landscape of his sole, Bradley’s fingers flexing hard, his toes splaying, his laughter bellowing from the depths of his tummy unapologetically with such a commanding force that it echoed out within Jaya’s den, “—HUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!—”
Jaya, with all of her experience considered, knew when to stop after actioning such a sudden infiltration to a clearly ultra ticklish part of a lee’s body; after all, Bradley had never been made to handle the dealings of a hairbrush against the bottoms of his feet before, let alone with such lack of introduction, so she slid the brush away from his left sole and continued to drag her fingernails across the sides of both of his feet, grinning devilishly as Bradley huffed and once again found himself having to salvage some kind of thought process after such an intense few seconds of tickling; what Jaya loved about this moment the most was that even though the hairbrush had stopped for just a minute, Bradley still had to contend with her nails, his feet twitching and stretching within the stocks and toe ties as she scraped her merciless touch across the firm chunks of his surprisingly smooth heels.
“You didn’t like that, did you?” Jaya teased, her tone light hearted in the sense that she knew she was stating the obvious, Bradley’s laughter still babbling from his mouth as his eyes shifted from left to right, his head shaking quickly, his feet still pointing away from her fingernails as the chair squeaked beneath his weight.
“No! I, I didn’t like that!—” Bradley admitted joyously, his laughter now part of him, his breathless giggles an extension of his being, his existence, his role within the chair - just like the past five minutes, and now for the rest of the session, Bradley would not be able to stop laughing until he was released and had the chance to physically calm himself down, “—Uhhuh, huhauhahah, huhahahaha, ahahahah, huhauhhahaha!—” the laughter was constant, it was nervous, it was determined and worried and excited and uncertain, it was part of his breathing, how he talked to Jaya and how he reacted to what she was doing to him - it was so very much present that Bradley struggled to remember what it was like to be a person who was not forced to this state of uncontrollable delirium, “—Huhuh! Hahaha, huhuh, oh my god, oh my god, oh MY GOD!—”
—Once again, Jaya inflicted a cruel and masterful scrub with the brush, this time over the sole of Bradley’s right foot.
“—GAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!—” heave, “—GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAAHAHA!—” heave, “—GAHAHAHAAHHA! AHAHAHAAH! AHAHAHAHAAH! AHAHAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAAHAHAHAAHA!—” heave …
Jaya watched Bradley throw his torso forwards and backwards, from side to side, as his hysteria thundered out of him in a chaotic and shambolic bellow; in all her years as an expert tickler, she had never known a ticklee to laugh this hard, this non stop, with such insane glee stretched across his face - it was as if being tickled, in any shape or form, either playfully with bandmates during interviews or restrained to a bondage device like the one he sat in now, would always ignite a laughter-filled and physically eruptive reaction within Bradley that would only slow down if Jaya showcased some mercy …
Hearing him heave for breath between each eruption pushed Jaya into dragging the brush across the arch of his right foot in one last swipe, where he jolted and shrieked with such strength that he almost leaped out of the chair.
Jaya stood and made her way back to Bradley’s upper body as he continued to laugh, giggle and chuckle into his chest, his tongue licking away some excess dribble that had made its way over his lower lip, “—Bay, b, babe, o, oh my god—” Bradley’s forehead shimmered as sweat began to arrive as another key player in his excursion, “—Co, come on, let’s get down to business—” he spluttered.
Jaya cocked an eyebrow as she acknowledged the fact that part of Bradley still thought that he might get something ‘else’ out of his time in this chair; a blowjob, a kiss, a lap dance, something more enjoyable than whatever this hell was, her fingernails trailing across his shaking right bicep where they danced over his squirming forearm and toyed with the idea of holding his hand, “—Bl, blimey, babe, bloody hell—” he grinned.
As Bradley curled his fingers around Jaya’s, she slid her hand away and took all ten of her fingernails back around Bradley’s head, where she fingered his neck, ears, scalp and hair once again as if her hands were two reckless spiders toying Bradley from the shoulder up with their long, poking, exploring legs, causing the twenty seven year old to twist his head and stretch it forwards, his eyes squeezing shut as he spluttered and panted into his chest, “—O, oh my god! Don’t muck me about!—” he yelped.
Bradley threw his glare down to his nipples as Jaya began to scribble her fingernails over their plump point, his knees bending upwards, his toes scrunching tight as he found himself unable to shape out words, his mind too busy handling the sensation of having his nipples touched unlike any way they had ever been touched before, “—O, oh! Oh my god! Hahah! Ahahahah! Aghahahhahaahah! Aahahahaha! Aghaaaahahahaahha! Ahahahahaha!—” Bradley’s eyes shot from one nipple to the next, as if watching Jaya torment them gave him some control; at least during this part of the game he could see what she was doing, unlike on the other side of the stocks, where their shape and sized blocked off any activity taking place at the bottoms of his feet, “—Agahaha! Ah! Agh! Agahahaha! Aghahahaha! Oh, oh! Ahahahahaha!—” Bradley’s neck began to ache, the more he twisted his face from side to side, his chin rubbing against his collarbone as he continued to take in the sight of Jaya’s fingernails over his nipples, before they danced over his pecs and began to search for ticklish spots around his stomach, “—Agahah! Mnn! Mnn! Oh! Oh! Ohahahahah! Aahahahah! Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha!—”
Once Jaya was satisfied with the small amount of breath Bradley had regained, after having his soles so brutally ravaged by the hairbrush, she decided to push him a little harder now that she had acknowledged a deeper and grainer level of laughter when his tummy was tickled; this time, Bradley expelled his hysteria in the form of grunts and gasps, his laughter produced with depth and vigour anytime Jaya sent her tickling fingers down the sides of his stomach and waist.
“GRAHH! HUHUHAHAAHAHAHA! AGAHAHAHAHA! AGAHAHAHAHAHA!—” He shuffled forwards and threw his widened eyes down to his lower torso, his elbows flapping in and out as Jaya stood behind the chair and reached over him, tickling his stomach, hips and waist on a swift rotation, “—AGAHAHAHAHAH! AGAHAHAHAHAH! GRUH! GRAH! GRAHAHAAHAHAH! GRAHAHAHAH! MN! MN! MNN! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN, MAHAHAAHAHAHAHAN, MAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!—”
Bradley writhed and squirmed in his seat with such a dedication to how hard he kicked his legs, how forcefully he hunched over, how much he tugged on his wrist restraints, that the entire device wobbled and shook beneath his attempts at escape as Jaya persisted in devouring him from the chest down to his hips, sending The Vamps lead singer into frenzied and ecstatic state where he no longer had control of any of his verbal responses or reactions what so ever, “—AHAHAHAHA! AGAHAHAHAH! AGAHAHAHAH! GRAGHAHAH!—”
Jaya always took Bradley by surprise, infiltrating any spot on his upper body at any given time - his entire form was hyper ticklish to touch - she could grab at his sides and have him howling and shaking his waist, kicking and shouting out his laughter - but, seconds later, she could be working over his underarms by combing her fingernails intensely through his armpit hair, causing him to squeal in shock and arch his spine, “—AH! AH! AHAHAHAHA! OH, OH! AHAHAHAHA!—”, where he would slam his head against the back of his chair and laugh just as hard and just as fast as he had done seconds before - quite simply, no where on Bradley’s body was not ticklish, nowhere would disappoint, nowhere would make Jaya want to explore someplace else - every single spot gave her satisfaction, something Bradley was now very aware of, as Jaya continued to jump from his pits to his tummy to his neck to his waist, transforming him into a always squirming, always giggling, always jolting lump of ultra sensitive flesh.
Bradley blinked away blurred vision and coughed into his shoulder as Jaya took her fingernails back to Bradley’s head, their sharp drag gliding through his now messy head of hair, his chest huffing and puffing whilst his lungs tried to take in as much additional air as possible.
“Wha, what are you, what are you doing—” Bradley wriggled his nose and tugged at his wrist restraints, the amount of time he had now been contained within this device now started to worry him, “Oh, oh my god—” Bradley sniggered in disbelief as he watched Jaya return to her trunk of tickle tools, where she reached inside and pulled out a giant metre long pink feather, “—Sss, sseriously?” Bradley shuffled across his seat, his bondage squeaking as his butt rubbed against leather, “—Are you really doing this? I’m not sure how much more of this I can take!” Bradley admitted.
Jaya approached Bradley with her giant feather, wielding its size like how a knight holds a sword.
“Oh, pretty boy … I’m not done with you just yet,” she declared.
Once again, Bradley found himself unable to take his eyes away from wherever Jaya touched him - in the twenty sixth minute of his tickle torment, his brown eyed boil had attached itself to the fluffy pink feather Jaya currently stroked and dragged between his thighs, her spare hand pinching and groping the behind of his right leg, causing him to splutter and jolt within the chair, his torso rattling within the device with the amount of strength and squirming that would suggest he was of course finding this difficult to endure, but at the same time, part of him was now kind of enjoying the more light hearted, intimate tickling Jaya had introduced.
“Wha, what are you doing—” Bradley repeated, uncertain if Jaya would proceed with the gentle attacks or suddenly swap the softness of the feather for the intensity of the hairbrush, “—Oh, oh my god—” Bradley tried to connect his knees as Jaya fluttered the feather between a surprisingly sensitive chunk of muscle around the sides of his calves, “You taking it ss, slow now, babe?” He grunted as she dug her fingers around his navel, frustrated yet amused at how she would not provide a verbal answer, she would not offer clarity on what would happen next - all that was clear to Bradley was that Jaya had transformed him into her tickle toy, and how fast or slow she decided to tickle him was entirely up to Jaya, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it …
Bradley threw his upper body forwards in a leap he could not control, “GAH! GAHAHAHA! AAAH! AHAHAHAAH!—” as soon as Jaya dropped the feather and threw her fingers between Bradley’s thighs, exploring his legs, knees and calves with her fast moving and relentless touch, “—GAH! AHAHAHA! AHAAHAHAH! AHAHAHAAH! AHAAHAHA! AHAHAAHAHAH!—” he had no idea his legs were even this ticklish, but thanks to Jaya, he was introduced to a sensation unlike anything he had felt before, his entire body scrunching over itself as he tried his best to whack Jaya’s hands out of the way with his elbows and knees, his legs always kicking and shaking, wobbling and stretching within the device he sat tied to, his ankles contained firmly within the stocks, giving his legs little to no room at escaping Jaya’s tickling handiwork, leaving Bradley with no option other than simply expelling his distress and delirium in the form of gut wrenching and thunderous laughter, “—AGHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHA! AHAAHAHAH! OH! OH! AHAHAHAHA! AHAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAA! OHMYGOD— AGAHAHA! AGAHAHAH! OH, OH! AGAHAHAHA! AGAHAHAHA!—”
One thing Jaya loved about Bradley was how sweaty he got. During the many gigs and tours she had seen him perform live in, either in person, on YouTube or on TikTok, he always seemed to sweat far more than any other members of The Vamps. This was mostly due to how energetic his performances were; he was always jumping around, crowd surfing, running across the stage and giving it his all every time his lips pressed against the microphone. The stage lights would cause his skin to shimmer, his hair to appear soaked, his flesh to always be coated in a thick layer of perspiration. Towards the end of most shows, Bradley would wave the crowds goodbye appearing as if someone had thrown a bucket of water over him.
Jaya had created an even larger amount of sweat over Bradley’s body, thanks to her masterful tickling methods. As she continued to work over his legs, she admired how wet he looked; his face shined and beamed, his hair now seemed damp and tasselled, his chest and stomach were soaked and his underwear clung to his bulge. His levels of sweat had leaked onto the leather, staining it a darker shade of red; now when Bradley would squirm, a squeaking noise would take place between his skin and the seat as he thrashed and writhed beneath Jaya’s tormenting touch.
Jaya wanted to be part of that sweat.
She lifted her right leg and straddled Bradley, perching down over his waist, shuffling closer towards him so that her breasts rested below his face; her fingers left his legs and wasted no time in travelling directly to the drenched warmth of his underarms, where she tickled the very centre of his pits with an expert and intense level of penetration that caused Bradley to start screaming amongst his laughter.
“—AAAAAAAAAHHH! AGAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAH! AHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH! AAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAMYGOD! AAAAAAAAAAAMYGOD AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!—”
Bradley twisted and spun, his face unintentionally rubbing against Jaya’s chest, staining her bra and skin with sweat, her stomach pressed up against his stomach, the space between them humid and minimal as Jaya consumed Bradley with her weight, her presence, her overall reminder that she was here, she was doing this to him no matter how loud he cried, and that she would only stop when she herself decided to.
Bradley’s heaving returned, “—AAAAAAGHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!—” heave, “—AAAAAGAHAHAHAH! AGAHAHAHA! AGAHAHAHA!—” heave, “—AGAHAHAHAHAHAOHMYGOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAD!—” which worked as a clear message to Jaya that she needed to allow him to breathe properly once again, “—Oh! Oh, oh my god, oh my, my god—”, Bradley felt like he had run a marathon, his entire body slumping into the seat as Jaya ran her fingernails back up to his head and combed them through his hair, hushing him quiet whilst she un-straddled him and made her way back down to his feet, “—Blimey, girl, what are you, what are you do, doo, doo—” Bradley chuckled at his inability to produce words, his glazed over eyes widening once again as he watched Jaya only allow him a few seconds break before picking up the hairbrush once more, “—Look, babe, this is cool n’ all, but come on! No, no, NOOOOAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHA! AAHAHAHAHAHAA! AHAAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAAH! NO! AHAGAHAHAHAHAHA! AGAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! AGAHAHAHAHAHAH! AGAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAH!—”
Jaya knelt down at Bradley’s feet and held onto his right foot, scrubbing his right sole with the hairbrush, making sure all the plastic bristles glided effortlessly over the silky, sweaty, oil soaked expanse of his sole, hitting all the best spots with ease and dedication; his heel, the sides of his foot, his arch and the smoothness of his pad … Bradley’s foot was so ticklish that it refused to stop stretching and writhing, the loop of string around his big toe keeping the shape of his foot in place as Jaya sent the brush across the base and length of his splayed out toes, where he continued to throw himself forwards and backwards within the chair, his laughter loud and commanding with every scrub.
“—OHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AGGHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OHMYGODAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!—”
Bradley’s words echoed within her mind as Jaya left Bradley’s right foot and moved to his left, acting out the same devilish tickle torture over his left sole with the brush as Bradley gave into his reactions and became consumed by hysteria, the sweat over his body now several layers thick, his hair now soaked, his underarms practically dripping with perspiration, ‘—Look, babe, this is cool n’ all, but come on!—’, that was his first ‘beg’, his first vocalised attempt at expressing his genuine concern, and the best part about it? He did it with kindness, he started it with acknowledging that what Jaya wanted to do ‘was cool with him’, but he also seemed keen enough to remind her that it was a lot, ‘come on!’ was his way of saying ‘you’re going too far’, which were all phrases and moments within Bradley’s vocabulary that told Jaya, within the next few minutes, Bradley might start begging and pleading harder - all noises she would be more than happy to welcome into her den …
Jaya placed the hairbrush back down on the floor and sat in the cross legged position; she grinned at the sight of Bradley’s twitching feet as she used her fingernails to infiltrate the betweens of his flexing, curling, scrunching toes, their sharp tip scratching and stroking across the fleshy lengths of each toe, one by one, as Bradley shuffled and grunted in his seat.
To her satisfaction, the begging she so perfectly timed to happen within minutes started to happen within seconds.
“—Come, come on, babe, stop, please, come on, it’s not funny anymore, I, I can’t take it—”, Bradley giggled and bounced within the chair, seemingly having a blast, despite wanting it to end so badly, “—Please, come on, that’s enough already, I can’t take it, come on, please—” he repeated the same words over and over, his laughter spluttered and hoarse, his words produced speedily as if appearing more urgent would make Jaya pay more attention, “—You’re killing me, girl, seriously, it’s too much, come on, please, stop, let’s do something else—"
Jaya spoke as if possessed; her tone was light and toying, her voice sultry and smooth as caramel, her proposal simple to understand yet threatening in its delivery.
“Last ten seconds without laughing and I let you out …” she smirked as she watched Bradley already give it a go, by biting down on his lower lip as he wriggled in the device, “… If you laugh, you lose the fifteen thousand and I keep going …” she cocked an eyebrow as she fingered both of Bradley’s pinkie toes, causing him to squeal behind a closed mouth, “… Do you understand?” She felt excitement bubble in the pit of her stomach as she watched Bradley nod so hard and fast that his head almost bounced off of his neck …
Jaya wondered where she should tickle, to really push Bradley to breaking point; it was right then, within her moment of deliberation, that she realised two things: one, Bradley had broken around thirty seconds into his tickle torture … His non stop, uncontrollable laughter and violent thrashing within the chair was proof enough that he could not stand to be tickled as soon as she started toying with him, he had just lasted long enough because he knew at the end of all this he would be getting paid … and two, there was no specific spot on Bradley’s body that would cause him to crumble more so than any other specific spot - his entire body was hyper ticklish, if she focused on his feet he would erupt, if she focused on his legs he would implode, if she focused on his underarms he would shatter … For the first time in her history as a tickler, she sat handling a lee that was so overly sensitive simply brushing your fingertips past his chest would cause him to jump.
Jaya stood and made her way towards Bradley’s upper body.
He sucked in air and contained it within his cheeks, lifting his butt from the seat and pulling down on his wrist restraints in dire anticipation as Jaya removed her iPhone, turned on a timer and rested it on Bradley’s lap, screen facing him, so he could see the countdown from 15, 14, 13 seconds …
“Okay, pretty boy …” Jaya purred, “… Your ten seconds …” she watched the countdown continue, 12 seconds, 11 seconds, “ … Starts now—,” she waited for it to reach 10 and then she tucked her hands under Bradley’s underarms, where she began to gently stroke through the wet curls of his armpit hair, her fingernails grazing across the moist flesh that made up the squishy curves of his pecs, an agonisingly teasing touch that had already started to create an animated response within Bradley’s physical reaction.
“MNN! MNN! MNN! MNN! MNN! MNN! MNNN! MNN!—”, Bradley successfully contained his laughter at the back of his throat, his mouth pressed together in such a tight clamp that a bubble of sweat had developed over his upper lip, “—MNN! MNN, MNN! MNN! MNN!—” Bradley opened his mouth and huffed inwards, his head throw from left to right as he felt Jaya go deeper into his underarms, his eyes glaring down into his lap where he watched the countdown with a furious boil — 8, 7, 6 … —
Jaya’s view was a shaking and thrashing Bradley Simpson below her, as she tightened her arms either side of his head and kept her fingers combing and stroking through his underarms whilst he silently writhed within the chair, its structure and shape creaking and rattling with every kick of his legs, with every twist of his hips, with every arch of his back, “Almost there, pretty boy …” she increased pressure, only by a fraction, but the additional grab and pinch was enough to cause Bradley to splutter out a deranged giggle on the 3 second mark, “… Oh, pretty boy …” Jaya added a disappointed tone to her teasing voice, “… You were so close …” where she then levelled her touch up a little further and began to tickle around Bradley’s biceps, pits and shoulders, transforming his desperate attempts to keep his laughter contained into an astonishing moment of pure ‘giving up’, where Bradley threw his head back and exploded once again into a thunderous bellow of relentless laughter.
“—PAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAAHAHA! AHAHAAHAHAHAAH! AHAHAHAAHAHA! AHAHAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAAHAHA! AHAHAHAAHAHAHA! AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!—”
Bradley hurtled within his bondage, leaping from his seat, his eyes bulging white, his cheeks soaked with a pink shine, his armpits tickled non stop in a way that quite simply blew his mind, “—AGAHAHAHAHAH! AGAHAHAHAHAHA! AGAHAHAHAHAHA! AGAHAHAHAHAHA!—”, he wished he could control his laughter, he wished he could bottle it up and swap it for pleading, he wished it were that easy, but he had to make effort, he had to try, he had to force himself to not laugh, so that he could simply shout out his bewilderment in an alarmed shriek, “—PLEASE, COME ON, STOP, I CAN’T TAKE IT!—”
Jaya’s tormenting grab and pinch lessened into a teasing stroke and comb as Bradley sucked up more dribble and coughed into his chest, his torso still wriggling under Jaya’s touch as she scribbled her way down to his waist and over his bulge, where he kicked his legs and jolted across soaked leather, his feet twitching and flexing as Jaya picked up her iPhone and switched off the timer, returning to his toes as their long and fleshy length curled into a frenzied scrunch …
“Dah, damn, girl,” Bradley’s pointed both of his feet into each other, his toe ties refusing to allow him to escape Jaya’s fingernails as he chuckled and babbled out his desperation, “Co, come on, please, quit it, stop it, I’ve had it, babe, it’s not funny anymore, come on, lemme out, please, that’s enough!—” he bent his knees and flexed his feet, growling and panting as Jaya’s fingernails continued to drag, poke, stroke and claw over the soles of his feet, feet never tickled with this amount of focus, this level of passionate dedication, “—Please, come on, lemme out, it’s cool n’ all, but seriously, come on, lemme, lemme, lemme do this to you, huh? H, h, how about I do this to—”
“—Beg for me, pretty boy,” Jaya shuffled closer to Bradley’s feet, her tongue licking gently across his left heel, “—I want to hear you beg …” she urged, her teeth nipping at the side of his foot, causing it to twitch, leading Bradley to gasp as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, “… Go on, pretty boy … Beg, beg for me to stop …” she licked her way up to Bradley’s left set of curling toes, where she nibbled on his second to last toe and then began to suck on his middle toe, her other hand exploring the sole of his right foot with her fingernails, “… Beg me, pretty boy, beg me,” she repeated, her words delivered as if she were casting a spell over her new favourite toy …
Bradley could not control how his feet reacted to Jaya’s tongue or teeth, his right foot squirming within the toe tie, his left foot shaking and pointing outward from her kisses, her sucks, her slurps and her bites, “—Agh! Agh! Pl, please!—” he had never had his feet chewed on before, the sensation feeling utterly ticklish whilst also astonishingly erotic, “—Ssstop, stop, come on, girl, stop, please, I’m begging you—” he could barely see, not only because his glasses had been thrown from his face but mostly because of the amount of sweat blurring his vision, “—I can’t take it, come on, pleasecomeon!—” he spat, his strained giggles leaving his mouth and lips as if his lungs were too full with hysteria; they were leaking and trickling out of him constantly - even if he did press his lips shut in an attempt to stop the laughter, which was now causing his stomach and chest to throb with a piercing ache, they would still tumble out regardless - transforming him into a messy shambolic heap of non stop chortling, “—please, hahahaha come on, babe, stop hahahaha, please, you’re killing me, girl, aaahahahahahaha come on!—”
Jaya pressed her lips against the sole of Bradley’s left foot whilst now tickling the sole of his right with all ten of her fingernails, “… Say ‘pretty please’ …” she ordered in a lustful whisper.
Bradley leapt from his seat and yanked on his wrist restraints, “—Pretty please! Please, hahahahah pretty please! Pretty please!—”, the land of his weight causing the leather to squeak, his body exhausted from what he had been put through, his torso stretching forwards as he huffed over his chest and wriggled his feet, “—Please! Pretty please, aaaahahahahahaha stop, come on, pretty please! Pretty please!—”, his face saturated in despair; his eyebrows were raised to a pained crease, his lips were puffy, his cackling arriving from the very depths of his stomach, “—Pretty please, come on!—” he inhaled and exhaled, his laughter beyond breathless as he rolled his upper body from side to side, Jaya’s tongue and teeth exploring his left sole whilst she tickled his right with her fingernails, her expert touch now drawing this fifteen thousand dollar session to a gradual close … “—Pl, pl, please, pr, pre, pretty please!—” Bradley panted …
Jaya kissed Bradley’s left big toe before sliding away from him like a lioness done devouring her prey.
“Alright, you’re done, pretty boy … Catch your breath …”
Bradley sighed out a huge chunk of hot air as he felt the string un-loop from around both of his big toes, Jaya’s words breezing through his mind in the form of a soothing, soft whisper …
“… It’s over, pretty boy, it’s over …”
______________
Bradley placed his glasses back over the bridge of his nose as a vibration buzzed in the back pocket of his jeans.
Jaya used a cloth to wipe the sweat away from the chair, where she pretended to play dumb whilst Bradley picked out his iPhone and narrowed his eyes at the message staring back at him.
‘NATWEST BANK: PAYEE JAYA CORTEZ - £15,000 TRANSFER COMPLETE’
Bradley ran his hand through still damp hair as he spun around to face Jaya.
“You, you still paid me?” He stepped forwards, “Bu, but I, I laughed, I, I failed your t—”
Jaya neatly folded up the cloth and draped it over her shoulder.
She walked around the bondage device Bradley had just been bound to and approached her ticklee with a smile.
“I don’t put guys like you through something like that for nothing,” she placed a comforting hand over his shoulder, the same hand that had driven him crazy for the best part of forty five, “Me making you submit like that was part of what I wanted to do. You were …” she huffed and shrugged, lost for words herself as flashbacks from the night flickered behind her eyes, “… You were incredible.”
Bradley pocketed his phone and buttoned up his shirt, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hot,” he chuckled.
Jaya patted his shoulder and placed her hands behind her back, where she readied her mouth to shape out the suggestion, ‘so, uh, do you wanna go for something to eat?’ …
… But before the words could leave her mouth, Bradley stood on tip toes and peered to the stairs leading down to a door with a padlock secured to the handle.
“What’s down there?” He enquired, his eyebrows lifting as he pulled on his last boot and zipped up his fly.
Jaya opened the door to her den and led Bradley back into her living room, “Down there is for another time …” she leant back on the door, closing it shut, “… If you’re interested, of course …” she looked down at her feet and bit her lower lip with the same teeth that had nipped on Bradley’s toes just five minutes ago …
Bradley threw on his jacket and turned to face Jaya, where he pinched her chin with his index finger and thumb, lifting her head to that their eyes connected.
“Oh, I’m interested,” he beamed.
Jaya did not even try to contain her smile.
Once Bradley had left, Jaya poured herself a glass of wine and folded her arms across her chest, nursing the drink beneath her mouth as she watched Bradley walk down the street, his right hand lifting to hail a New York cab.
She had never seen a young man react to tickling, quite like Bradley Simpson.
She opened up her iPhone and began to text Miller.
Jaya: If you never find Holland, Simpson would be the perfect replacement.
She sent the message and then switched her phone off, her eyes narrowing in eager lust as she watched Bradley climb into a taxi, which then sped down the tarmac and towards JFK airport.
Jaya took a sip of her wine.
“See you again soon, pretty boy …” she purred.
