One Saturday afternoon in a villa somewhere in Marbella, Spain …
“And you promise this just goes to one person… ?”
Harvey rolled his eyes, picking up the electric toothbrush as he eyed Romeo, who sat on the edge of their villa bunk bed in white socks, smart sweatpants, a t-shirt and a yellow beanie.
“Yes, Becks … I promise,” Harvey lied, “A few minutes of this,” Harvey wiggled the electric toothbrush in the air, “Against those,” Harvey pointed it at Romeo’s feet, “And then you’ll be sponsored by Nike for the rest of your career as a footballer. You’ll never want for anything again…” he smirked, “ … Not that you do anyway, your parents are rich as fuck …”
Romeo grinned, looking down at his feet, where Harvey had chained them together by loose fitting leather restraints attached to each ankle.
“Yup,” Romeo admitted, “This is weird,” he huffed, his legs pulling apart, the ankle cuffs and the dangling chain between keeping them from separating too much, “Why does it have to be my toes? Can’t you tickle someplace else?” He asked, puppy dog eyes to full effect.
Harvey shook his head, approaching Romeo quietly as the humidity of the Marbella sunshine outside their bedroom continued to hum through the open windows.
“He specifically said toes only. He told me he’s obsessed with them, says you’ve got the best he’s seen on Wikifeet, whatever the fuck that is …”
Romeo lifted his shoulders, moaning out a gentle sigh as he scratched the line of hair drawn over his upper lip.
“Ughhh … Fine, go on then … ” Romeo urged, “ … Do your worst …”
***
Once the iPhone had been set up and the recording had begun, Romeo felt surprisingly at ease.
He sat on the edge of the bunk bed staring down at his own iPhone, scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat …
Until the electric toothbrush pressed against his sock covered, right index toe.
“Fuck! Harvey!”
An explosive smile erupted across Romeo’s face as he jolted his right foot outwards, almost smacking Harvey in the face if the twenty four year old singer hadn’t of dodged to the side in time.
“What?” Harvey teased, “That tickle, Becks?”
Romeo winced, keeping his iPhone in hand as Harvey continued to attack his toes with the electric toothbrush, its vibrating buzz and relentless spin landing effortlessly over the white cotton protected pads, causing Romeo to kick and giggle in his seated position.
“Of course it tickles, you bloody–” Romeo bit his lower lip, his feet easily able to writhe and squirm away from Harvey due to them not being restrained that tightly, “-- Alright, stop, it’s so annoying!”
Harvey chuckled, keen to produce the best content he could for Peter, his right hand grabbing at Romeo’s left ankle in an attempt to keep it still.
“Come here, you little shit!”
Romeo scrunched up his toes as Harvey ran the electric toothbrush around each individual digit, cheeky in his exploration as he travelled across each toe, eventually journeying across the sole of Romeo’s left foot.
Romeo thrashed his leg frantically — “OH! No, wa, wait!” — the chains connecting his bondage clinking and clanking as he discarded his iPhone by throwing it onto a nearby pillow, his hands reaching out to grab at Harvey’s shoulders — “Harv, alright, no, come on! Hahahaha! No, we’re not doing this!” Romeo declared, “It fucking tickles too much! Leave the toes alone, for fucks sake—”
Harvey ignored Romeo’s grip, the young man's fingers pinching into his neck as Harvey continued to run the toothbrush across the bottom of his left foot, the bristles now spinning across Romeo’s smaller toes.
“I haven’t even taken your socks off yet, Becks!” Harvey reminded, his index finger and thumb pinching at the material gathered around the toes of Romeo’s left foot as he twisted and turned his own neck away from Romeo’s distracting pinches, some giggles of his own leaving his plump, pink lips.
Romeo continued to kick, a thin layer of sweat developing over his head as he watched Harvey began to pull away his sock.
“No, no, please, my, my feet are rank!” Romeo winced, “Come on, that’s enough now … Keep the socks on, at least!” Romeo began to pull his legs towards his chest, but Harvey grabbed hold of the chain to his ankle restraints and yanked his feet back away from the bunk bed.
“If your feet were gross he wouldn’t of emailed and asked for you,” Harvey successfully whipped off Romeo’s left sock, revealing the twenty year olds smooth sole and long five toes - feet that were strangely shaped yet still attractive - completely expected for a young footballer.
“Oh shit,” Romeo covered his face with his hands as Harvey sent the toothbrush across his bare big left toe, “Oh shit!”
“They’re far from gross!” Harvey complimented, his nostrils flaring, “But they do stink, Becks!”
Romeo frowned in surprise, his jaw widening as he kicked his left leg ferociously.
“I’ve, I’ve been in the same socks since we got here!” He panted, his hands grabbing at the wooden panels of the upper bunk bed, “What do you expect?!” He shrieked.
Harvey felt himself stumbling back and forth as he tried to hold onto Romeo’s left ankle, the boys kicking and thrusting becoming too frantic to handle.
“We should’ve washed these before we did this,” Harvey mumbled, the stench of Romeo’s bare sole wafting up his nose, “They’re clammy as fuck!”
Romeo raised his eyebrows, a grunt leaving his lips as Harvey began to suddenly and unexpectedly run the toothbrush across his socked right foot.
“You’re taking the mick!” Romeo whined, “My feet don’t smell! They, they don’t sm— oi, alright, come on, okay, Harv, enough!”
Harvey began to cackle as he gathered Romeo’s feet around his chest, his one hand working the toothbrush against the bare toes of Romeo’s left foot, his other hand clawing at the sock on Romeo’s right.
“He’s gonna love this, mate!” Harvey began to pull away Romeo’s sock, “You’re begging already!”
Romeo crossed his left foot over his right, pressing the top over the sole in an attempt to stop Harvey from removing his sock.
“Harv—” Romeo grabbed at the collar of Harvey’s t-shirt and pulled it back, “Don’t take off that sock, I’m warning you!”
“Ack!” Harvey almost choked at the t-shirt pulling, choosing to ignore it for now as he peeled away Romeo’s remaining sock, “It’s already off now, mate! You’re toes are — ack! — toast!”
Romeo watched his right sock fall to the floor as Harvey re-gathered his feet together and continued to invade the betweens of his toes with the electric toothbrush.
Romeo let go of Harvey’s t-shirt collar and threw his upper body back against the mattress of the bunk bed, his eyes squeezing shut as a manic grin expelled heavy bellows of giggles, his legs thrashing forwards and backwards so hard that they knocked Harvey off his own two feet.
Harvey staggered forwards, droplets of perspiration developing over his upper lip as he let go of Romeo’s feet and glanced up into the ceiling in frustration.
“You’re too much of a kicker,” Harvey decided, “If we’re gonna make this work, we need to tie you down more …”
Romeo sat up, breathless and panting.
“Nah,” he shook his head, removing his beanie momentarily as he ran a hand over his short white blonde fuzz of hair, “You’re not tying me up, there is no way you’re tying me up worse than this and tickling me …” Romeo began to try and remove his ankle restraints with his free hands, “… Turn the iPhone off, tell him to tickle somewhere else, my toes can’t ta—”
—Harvey tilted his head, switching off the electric toothbrush as the sound of his recent number one single began to sound from a nearby bar, from outside of their bedroom window.
“Hear that?” Harvey asked.
Romeo glanced at the window from the bunk bed.
He watched young men and women in bikini’s by the villa bar dancing to Harvey’s song, a song that had become a global hit because of all Harvey had endured at the hands of these expert manipulators.
“You said for me to 'do my worst’ …” Harvey reminded, “… At least allow me to try and get you what you want …”
Romeo sighed into his lap.
He slowly looked up at Harvey with a defeated drop in his face, an expression that simply said, ‘… fine, where do you want me?’
Harvey glanced across their bedroom to a small sofa chair positioned in the corner.
He turned his eyes back to Romeo, a mischievous smirk lifting his lips.
“Did you bring your suit and tie?” He asked.
***
Romeo sat on the arm chair with his wrists tied behind it.
“Christ, Harv, this is tight …” Romeo hissed, his arms struggling as his hands tried to pull between the suit tie Harvey had used to bind them together, “ … You sure you haven’t done this before?”
Harvey held onto the chain between Romeo’s ankle restraints, lifting his bare feet up and placing them down over a cushioned stool that he had positioned in front of the arm chair.
“What can I say?” Harvey began to use one of Romeo’s leather belts to attach the chain between Romeo’s ankle restraints to one of the wooden legs of the stool, “I’m a fast learner.”
Once done, Harvey knelt down beside the stool and checked over Romeo’s positioning.
He quickly tickled around Romeo’s knees and sides, allowing the young man to squirm and yelp over his seated position in the armchair, his ankles now pinned to the surface of the stool.
“HARV—” Romeo squashed into the right arm of the chair, “—STOP!”
The furniture wobbled and creaked, but Romeo was otherwise going nowhere …
“Yeah, alright, calm down, Christ …”
Harvey picked up the electric toothbrush and pointed at the tripod standing a few feet opposite them, surrounding by discarded pants, beer bottles and empty cigarette packets.
“Try and keep your eyes on the camera,” Harvey advised, “They’re gonna wanna see your facial expressions …”
Before Romeo had the chance to respond, he opened his mouth and found himself giggling instead of speaking as Harvey switched on the electric toothbrush and sent it down over the five curling toes of Romeo’s right foot.
“Shit, mate, you need to warn me before you—” Romeo threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, the vibrating bristles buzzing in their infiltration between the long, fleshy lengths that made up Romeo’s toes, “—FUCK, MY TOES ARE SO TICKLISH, SHIT THIS IS CRA-AHAHAHAHAHA-AAHAAHAZZZZZYYYYY!” Romeo cried.
Harvey bit his upper lip in focus as he grabbed Romeo’s right ankle and tucked it under his arm in a secure armlock, keeping the foot in place as he aimed the electric toothbrush over a set of toes he hadn’t seen flex or squirm quite like this in his entire life.
“Fuck! They are ticklish! I wonder how he knew they were your weak spot, without even touching them himself?” Harvey pondered, his own body being thrown back and forth with every violent kick and thrash Romeo had to offer.
Romeo tried to use his other foot to twist and turn over the one being tickled, his fingers curling up into balls as he bounced his head into the back of the armchair.
“Your gue-ehehehehehe-ehehehehehe-ehehehesss is as go-ohohohoahahahahahoood as mi-hahahahahahah-hahahaha-ineeee!”
Harvey felt Romeo’s hysteria increase the more he stayed over his right foot, taking the electric toothbrush between his toes where he circled it over the pad of his meaty, juicy big one …
Romeo began to grunt and pant, his face saturated in disbelief.
“NO, HARV, NO!”
Harvey grinned - a sensitive spot discovered …
“They must just look really ticklish,” Harvey decided, “And he took a risk and decided to go for them and them only!” Harvey gritted his teeth in concentration as he tightened his armlock around Romeo’s ankle, “That risk paid off, that’s for sure!”
Romeo had squirmed so much that the armchair had shifted across the Spanish bedroom tiles by a few centimetres - his big toe proving to be too ticklish for him to keep still.
“DO ANOTHER TOE,” Romeo yelled, “PLEASE, HARV, JUST NOT THAT ONE!” He leaned forwards, his eyes wide, his fingers splaying, his mouth stretched open in distress.
“Alright, alright!” Harvey let go of Romeo’s right ankle and shuffled across to his left, “I’ll do this big toe instead,” he then took Romeo’s left ankle in an armlock and sent the electric toothbrush over the pad of his left big toe.
“NO, NO, NO!” Romeo cried, his voice hoarse and drained, that toe proving to be just as ticklish as the other one, “NOT THE BIG ONE, NOT THE BIG ONE!”
Romeo fell into a fit of heaved laughter, kicking and squirming as the simplicity of an electric toothbrushes vibrating bristles drawing circles across the fleshy, silky surface of his left big toe.
“Don’t shout too loud!” Harvey warned, “We don’t want the entire villa to hear!”
Romeo didn’t care how loud he sounded - his toes were too sensitive for this - and they hadn’t set a timer!
“Ho-ho-hahahahahah-hoooow long do-huhuhahahaha—oes this, this shit go on for?” Romeo asked breathlessly.
Harvey shrugged as he sent the electric toothbrush across to Romeo’s right index toe.
“He said he only needed a few minutes …”
Romeo thrashed forwards, his weight shifting the armchair forwards another few centimetres.
CREAK!
“WHAT! It’s done!” Romeo snapped, “We’re done! It’s been more than a few minutes, Harv, you fucking prick!”
Harvey cackled, keeping Romeo’s foot in his armlock, the electric toothbrush now whizzing and buzzing away from Romeo’s toes and down his sole, towards his plump heel, all the way back up to his curling, clenching digits with merciless effect.
“Best not call me names, Becks! You’re the one tied up!” Harvey warned.
Romeo began to get pissed off, his arms yanking at the tie around his wrists, his forearms rubbing against the sides of the armchair with a slight burn every time he squirmed …
He kicked, pulled, bucked and writhed, his cheeks flushing pink as he watched Harvey exploit his ticklishness, as well as his consensually bound circumstance.
“Alright,” Romeo ordered, his voice strict and stern, “That’s enough now,” he nodded at Harvey in panic, “That’s it, it’s done, you’ve gone at it for long enough, stop it, now!” He warned, his voice still full of giggles and hysteria that refused to leave his mouth in the formal way he wanted them to.
“This is gold!” Harvey cheered, the toothbrush returning to Romeo’s big toe, much to the twenty year olds distress, “Absolute gold!”
Romeo threw himself forwards once again, shock and bewilderment painting his face as he yanked and kicked his foot within Harvey’s armlock.
“HARV PLEASE, MATE STOP YOU’RE TAKING THE MI-EHEHEHEHEH-EHEHAHAHAHAHA-EHEHEHEIIIIIICCCCCKKKKK!”
Harvey’s eyes widened as Romeo began to freak out, his laughter coarse and high pitched, the strength of his kicking increasingly hard to manage.
“NOT THE BIG TOE PLEASE, HARV COME ONAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAAH COME ONAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA—!”
It was if Romeo had given up being so serious too soon and had succumb to the ticklishness, aware that he was stuck, aware the time was up, aware he couldn’t escape and that his unbearably ticklish toes were all for Harvey to devour in any shape or form.
To Harvey’s surprise, that sudden anger and impatience Romeo had expressed did return, the giggling and laughter replaced with a furious, hell bent expel of shouting and aggressive threats.
“SERIOUSLY HARVEY, YOU KEEP DOING THIS AND I’M GONNA FUCKING KICK OFF I’M FUCKING TELLING YOU, STOP TICKLING ME RIGHT NOW, YOU FUCKING PR—”
Harvey couldn’t help but laugh, his method of tickling Romeo’s toes sending the young man into an almost split-personality reactive state.
One minute he was grinning, breathless, giggling and kicking his feet frantically …
The next he was violent, full of rage and foaming at the mouth.
“It’s almost as if each toe gives a different response…” Harvey noted, “… The big one drives you nuts …” Harvey pressed the toothbrush over Romeo’s right big toe, transforming the young footballer into a dishevelled shambles consisting only of bellowed laughter and widened eyes …
“… The index toe makes you angry …” Harvey travelled the electric toothbrush towards the big toes younger brother …
Romeo growled and arched his back, his knees bending inwards as he unapologetically thrusted his feet forwards in an attempt to shake them out of Harvey’s grasp.
“… Don’t even get me started on the little toes …” Harvey licked his lips in joy as he sent the toothbrush down to Romeo’s left pinkie, causing the boy to twist and writhe so hard on the armchair that the furnitures wooden feet had started to bend.
Harvey decided to go for it.
He kept the electric toothbrush on, but began to uncuff Romeo’s ankles.
Romeo laid his head over the back of the armchair as he refilled his air with lungs, his chest lifting and dropping, the beanie now fallen half off of his head due to how much he’d been throwing his face towards his chest.
“Never … Doing this … Again …” Romeo managed to mutter.
Suddenly, once the cuffs were off, Harvey gathered both of Romeo’s feet in a steady armlock.
“Nooooo,” Romeo threw his head forwards, “Enough! I can’t stand this, I’ve had enough of this shit!”
Harvey began to run the electric toothbrush across Romeo’s ten toes at the same time, all the while enduring forceful kicks and leg thrashes from the twenty year old son of David Beckham.
“HARV NO—” Romeo exploded, “—I CAN’T DO THIS PLEAAHAHAHA-AAHAHAHA-AHAHAHA-NOT MY TO-OH-OHAHAHAHAHAH-OHHHESSSSSSS!”
Harvey gathered Romeo’s feet even closer around his chest and underarm, ensuring his creamy white soles and long, curling toes were caught tightly together, allowing him to fully explore their ticklish landscape with the electric toothbrush no matter how hard Romeo wanted to kick.
“How does that feel rich boy?” Harvey teased, “Daddy isn’t going to get you out of this one, is he? You ever been tickled like this before, Becks?”
Romeo threw his head from side to side as he howled into the villa apartment ceiling, the humidity of the Spanish heat drenching Romeo’s stomach and face in a thick layer of sweat.
“NO-OH-OHHHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAHSTOPPPPPPLEASEHARVICANTDEALWITHTHISHAHAHAHAHA—”
Harvey persisted, lingering out the hyper sensitive spots he had located; Romeo’s big toes.
He pressed the toothbrush against the left and right, two toes squashed together, both in place to endure the electric bristles as they vibrated over the sleek, bulbous chunks.
Romeo winced at how ticklish that felt - his mind becoming consumed with hysteria and delirious, overwhelming ultra sensory overload …
He had no choice but begin to escape.
He pulled his wrists apart, twisted his arms, tried to curl his fingers around the suit tie knotted around his wrist.
His stomach burned as he laughed, his thighs ached as he kicked, his entire body had shifted down the armchair into a super uncomfortable position …
All whilst Harvey tickle tortured his big toes with a merciless attitude.
Romeo threw his arms forwards as soon as the tie fell free around his wrists.
Instead of punching or tearing into Harvey …
Romeo began to grab and tickle into Harvey’s sides and underarms, knowing full well how ticklish the pop star was.
Harvey, as if prodded by an electric stick, jolted and squirmed away from Romeo’s feet where he landed with a hefty roll over the apartment floor.
Harvey went to get back up, to turn around and continue his invasion, but Romeo’s posture told him to consider otherwise.
Romeo stayed stiff and rigid …
Hunched over his lap, his narrowed glare and burrowed brows directed at his tickler …
Romeo’s toes curled into a tight clench as he mouth the words, “… Turn the camera off …” silently and carefully.
Harvey winced, holding his hands up in surrender, ready to step away from his friend after realising he had pushed him too far …
***
Later that evening, Romeo had quickly forgiven Harvey after Harvey had sent the content to Peter, securing Romeo’s Nike sponsorship for the next twelve months in the form of a digital signed contract that landed in Romeo’s inbox within two hours.
However, even if his dreams had come true, Romeo couldn’t shake the need to give Harvey some much needed revenge …
Thanks to way too many tequila shots and Aperol Sprtiz, Harvey lay on the top bunk bed shirtless and passed out in the middle of the night.
Romeo slid out of bed and tip toed to the ankle restraints left draped over the armchair he’d been tickled on earlier today …
He crept to the foot of the bunk bed and lifted the sheets, revealing Harvey’s sleeping bare feet planted tops down over the mattress.
Romeo carefully lifted Harvey’s right ankle, attaching the cuff to it without waking him.
He then looped the chain around one of the wooden slits that made up the top bunk beds barrier, securing the final cuff around Harvey’s left foot.
Harvey’s feet had now been tied to the corner of the bunk bed.
Romeo hid a giggle with the back of his hand as he started to trail his index finger over the sole of Harvey’s right foot.
Harvey’s foot twitched, the toes of his right foot running against his left sole in an effort to rub the itch away.
The clink and clank of the chain, the restriction felt, it all made Harvey wake up suddenly and twist around in concern.
“Romeo, what the —” Harvey kicked his feet as Romeo began to tickle his soles with all ten fingers, “—Ah Becks, no, come on, don’t be daft,” Harvey couldn’t help but giggle, his feet squirming under Romeo’s touch, “It’s the middle of the night, mate! Seriously!”
The more Harvey kicked and writhed, the more his bed sheets fell away from him, revealing the fact that he had in fact decided that night to sleep naked.
“Ohh! Forgot to get dressed into your jim james, Harv?” Romeo taunted, his friends modesty slowly revealing itself as the covers failed in their drape across Harvey’s thighs and waist.
“You git,” Harvey offered some more violent kicks, his ankles too connected to the corner of the bunk bed for him to at least shuffle an inch or two away, “You bloody git bastard, little wanker!”
Romeo’s eyes widened as he watched Harvey unintentionally strip himself, the bed sheets now making their way over the wooden panels that made up the side of this top bunk, revealing Harvey’s flaccid cock, dangling balls and smooth, silky soft taint.
Harvey twisted around, planting his stomach on the mattress with a grunt, accidentally exposing his peachy ass to his best friend.
Romeo ignored Harvey’s large, floppy dick flapping between his thighs as he squirmed and writhed over the mattress, his feet now victim to Romeo’s relentless fingers, fingers thirsty for vengeance.
“ALRIGHT, BECKS!” Harvey felt shame saturate his cheeks as he showcased his full nudity whilst trying to escape, “Enough! Stop, I need my clothes, give me my clothes!” He giggled, biting into a nearby pillow, “Stop, please, for fucks sake!”
“Still drunk, naked and tickled like a little bitch!” Romeo cheered, “You deserve it, you bastard!”
Harvey thrashed and spun in an aggressive bounce, his naked, tanned form writhing over the mattress as his butt smacked into the sides of the bunk bed, knocking the structure from side to side forcefully.
“What are you doing?!” Harvey cried in disbelief, “What the fuck are you doing?! Get off me! Stop, please, Becks come on!”
“What am I doing?” Romeo cocked an eyebrow, taking hold of the same electric toothbrush Harvey had used to push him over the edge …
“… Well … ” he said, “ … I’m doing my worst … ”
Btzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
“ … And I plan on doing it all night long … ”
