Harry reached into his bag of tickle tools and picked out five steel, pointy claws, “Nah. I need to hear you say it, Shawn …” he began to place the claws over each fingertip to his right hand, “… Say ‘Play with my feet for two hours, to keep my secret safe’ … It’s as simple as that … ”, once the claws were applied, Harry pointed his index finger at the base of Shawn’s left heel, “… I can’t hear you saying it, Shawn …” the metal point arriving over flesh, barely touching skin …

Shaw leapt forwards, wincing out his response, “O, okay!” He curled his fists into balls, “Play with my feet for, for two hours! To keep my sssssss, secret sssss, ssssafe!” Shawn closed one eye as Harry began to draw a circle with his clawed index finger, across the base of Shawn’s left heel, causing Shawn to grimace and squirm.

Harry smiled politely, “It’ll do,” he said, his tone filled with sass.

Shawn chuckled and shook his head, “You dick!—”, he adjusted himself in his seat, a sense of relief washing over him as he began to understand his current circumstance, “O, okay, I’ve got this,” he reassured himself, now rather calm at the fact that his secret would remain hidden, if he could just get through the next two hours, “I, I like this, I’m gonna enjoy it, yeah …” he confidently turned the tables and narrowed his eyes, “… You play my feet as much as you like, Styles! I can take it, I get off on stuff like this, man!” He yanked at his wrist restraints, once, twice, three times, “How about you at least get me outta here, so we, we can do it on, I dunno, the couch or something?” Shawn raised both eyebrows as Harry began to pin his toes back with string, “Aw, no, come on!”

Harry stretched out Shawn’s soles as both big toes were tied to the stocks, then his index toe, then his middle toe, Harry now working at a professional speed, unlike many months ago where he would have fumbled by now, dropped a tool or given into his insecurities, “If we’re doing this properly, the way the real lads do it, I’m keeping you as contained as possible …” he watched Shawn gasp and huff as each toe was pinned back, the sharpness of the string looping around the silky sensitivity of each toe’s base causing Shawn to heave out his chest and widen his eyes, “… And we’ll do a bit of fessin’ up, too! Hmm. Where to start. Ah! How about .. How long have you had your foot fetish for, Shawn? Honest answers only … Otherwise, I’ll be making you squeal …”

With all ten of his toes now tied back to the stocks, Shawn could only budge his feet a little to the left, and then a little to the right, a few inches at the very most, “—Mnn!—“, he pressed his lips shut and gave into the fact that his feet were now completely immobile, exposed for Harry to do as he wished, “A, a few months! Maybe more …!”

Harry grinned; still in his cross legged position, he shuffled closer towards Shawn’s soles so that they hung still just mere inches from his face - he began to ever so gently press his clawed index finger into the arch of Shawn’s left foot, a foot he had not stopped toying with for a current total of ten whole minutes, besides the twenty seconds it took to pin back Shawn’s toes, “Oh! A few months? Seriously, Shawn?” Harry drew a faint line towards the base of Shawn’s toes, “Come on, pal, I think it’s more like a few years …”

Shawn leapt upward and then collapsed into his seat, overwhelmed and overjoyed laughter spilling from his bright smile as he felt the sharpness of the claw drag up his sole.

“Damn, alright, a few years!” He admitted, without hesitation, “You get off on this shit, Styles? Huh?”

Harry added another clawed finger to the bottom of Shawn’s left foot, this time his thumb, where he began to faintly scribble a light square shape across the ball of Shawn’s left sole, “I have to know … Who has been your favourite worshipper, out of all the random men you paid?” Harry interrogated Shawn, he wanted answers, he wanted his enquiries to lead to something interesting, he wanted Shawn to spill the beans on the secret he held so dear to his chest, “And I want to know why …” Harry urged, knowing full well that increasing the intensity of Shawn’s foot tickling minute by minute would be the best way to get Shawn to break, “… Why pay them, when they should be paying you …”

“Man! You’re such a bitch for making me say this shit out loud!” Shawn’s left foot nudged a little under the claw, his mouth stretching down towards his collar bone, “Guh, that’s so sharp, man!” His high pitched tone suggested he found it thrilling, his whines and groans suggested he found it torturous, “It tickles like crazy!—”

Harry added a third finger to Shawn’s left sole, additional pressure now added to his scribble, “… Tell me …” he growled.

“Oh! Ah! Ah! O, o, okay! It, it was a guy, an older guy! Ahah, oh, stop!” Shawn whined, his legs kicking forwards and backwards as his feet twisted beneath Harry’s claws.

“How old?” Harry pressed, his eyes always watching Shawn’s feet and their desperate attempts at squirming.

Shawn admired the claws work over his soles as if they were illustrating some tormenting picture, “Ah! Oh! May, mahaybe late fifties!“

Harry snarled as he spoke, “And what was so special about it, Shawny boy?”

Shawn hurtled forwards, “He, he, he kissed them, gently, unlike you! And a, ahaha! Ah! Oh, he massaged them, ff, for hours!” Shawn leapt towards Harry, “I like paying for it! Makes me feel in control!”

Ahh control, the singular thing Shawn no longer hand. He had zero control over the words coming out of his mouth, zero control over his reactions, zero control over his thoughts and feelings - he had started to enjoy seeing Harry tickle his feet, dominate him, transform him into a helpless sub, but the begging and pleading erupting out of his throat worked as a strong and uncontrollable contrast, regardless of how he felt, “This, this is wild, man! This is the wildest thing I’ve ever done!” He declared.

“Oh yeah? Your soles can’t take it, can they, Mendes?” Harry continued to scribble his clawed fingertips across Shawn’s left sole, his un-clawed fingers now stroking the bottom of Shawn’s right foot, “… You can’t take it, can you, Shawn?” Harry teased.

Shawn shook his head so fast chunks of hair drooped over the top half of his face, the once styled mop now hanging in messy chunks, “Mnn-mnn!—“, he had been rendered speechless, his face creased into a determined scowl as he managed to point his feet towards the floor with such a strong tug that his toes slipped free from their ties, “Oh!”, both of his feet now able to flap and stretch about, much to his own joy, “Ah! Ahaha! Yes! Ahahaha!” His cheering could be heard within his laughter, however his moment of success was short-lived as soon as Harry went back to licking and slurping his now un-tied toes, “No, no!”, where Harry caught them with his mouth and teeth, causing Shawn to yelp and shout into the studio, “Ah! Ahh! Oh! Oh? Oh no! Noahahaha! No, no! Ahahaha, please, oh, please, stop! Ahahaha! Oh! Ahahaha! Oh! Oh, oh, please!—“

“—We haven’t even got my favourite tool out yet, Mendes,” Harry sucked on Shawn’s soles as they pressed into Harry’s face, the empty toe ties dangling from the top of the stocks, “If you feel this is tough now, just wait till I really let loose …”

Shawn bounced repeatedly in his seat and lifted his shoulders up to his jaw as he felt Harry’s tongue lick and slide along the bottoms of his feet, the warm, wet muscle travelling across the moist, fleshy soles of each foot, where it often slid up to his toes and curled around their long, soft shape, “Hahaha! Hahahaharry! Oh my god, please! Stop, oh man! You’re like a damn dog!” Shawn’s eyes began to water as he writhed and squirmed within the tickle chair, Harry once again presenting him with a question that promised either further torment or some form of mercy.

“Woof woof indeed! Listen, Mendes, if you love feet so much, you must have a lot of opinions about them …” Harry paused on the sucking, taking a few seconds to loop string around each of Shawn’s big toes, pinning his feet once again into a still position, “… I’ll give you a tiny break if you tell me what you think about my feet …”

Harry went back to scribbling across Shawn’s soles with his claws, sending Shawn into a once again beyond flustered state - his facial expression, bewildered and perplexed, told Harry that Shawn underestimated his skills as a tickler and that he well and truly could not handle Harry’s current methods, especially when Harry tickled both of his feet at the same time.

“They’re h, hot!” Shawn’s left big toe slid free from the toe tie, but Harry quickly adjusted it back into place, “Ah! Oh!” Shawn hurtled his muscular frame within the tickle chair as soon as the claws returned to his left arch, “They’re hot feet, Haharry! You’ve, you’ve got hot feet!” He spluttered.

Harry wondered if Shawn was just saying that, to get him to stop tickling his feet - to gain further more believable clarity, he persisted, “Yeah, so? What do you like about them, Mendes? Fess up!” He used the claws to dig into the base of Shawn’s big toe, whilst using his other fingers to stroke the sole of Shawn’s right foot, “Give me details!” He urged.

Shawn gasped and panted, his eyes shifting from one foot to the other, “Oh! Ah! Ah, they’re sss, soft looking! Oh, man, pl, plee, please!” Shawn mixed his explanation with his begging, not on purpose, that is just how the words left his mouth, “You’ve got, long, l, long toes! I, I like the tattoos! Mnn, okay, Harry, quit it, please, that’s enough!” Shawn continued to throw his torso forwards, to assert the message he was done having his feet toyed with so mercilessly, but Harry ignored the urgency and continued the pop stars tickle torment.

“Would you like to play with them?” Harry clawed at Shawn’s index toe, “Would you like to play with them, like I’m playing with your feet right now?” Harry practically dribbled as he spoke.

“Oh I’d fuck them up, man!” Shawn shrieked, “I’d make you damn pay!” He leapt up and down, his right foot now breaking free from the toe tie, Harry once again having to quickly loop the string back in place, “Oh, please, I’m kinda losing my mind over here, man! This is a lot to deal with!”

“Loosing your mind? Nice! So, would you suck them?” Harry asked bluntly, all five of his clawed fingertips now scribbling over Shawn’s arches, jumping from his left to his right, causing Shawn to yell and shout.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Shawn was breathless, alarmed, his muscles bursting, “—I’dsuckthemsohard!—”

“Would you lick every single toe?” Harry asked, all five of his clawed fingertips now scribbling over Shawn’s heels, jumping from his left to his right, causing Shawn to hurtle forwards in shock.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! YES!—”, Shawn’s giggles were strained and tested, his fierce glare down at the stocks drenched in a perfect mixture of dire fury and gut wrenching happiness, “—I’lldowhateveryouwant!—”

“Oh, how lovely. Now … For the big Q, are my feet hotter than Justins?” Harry asked, his lips kissing, sucking, slurping on the toes of Shawn’s left foot whilst his clawed fingertips violated the bottom of his right.

Shawn nodded frantically, but before he could deliver a verbal response, Harry spoke over him.

“Are they hotter than Timothée’s?” Harry sucked on Shawn’s second to last toe.

Shawn threw his head from side to side, he had no idea his toes could feel this ticklish, just from someones tongue! He’d give anything to have the random strangers in Harry’s place, at least they were amateurs!

“You’re insane!” Shawn yelled his thoughts out loud, “What are you doing! Oh, stop, come on, stop licking my damn toes, will you!—”, Shawn hurtled from side to side, the tickle chair creaking beneath his writhes, he could no longer hesitate as he spoke his truth with a cry soaked in pure honesty, “Chalamet’s feet are, are just as hot as yours, alright!”

“Hmm,” not exactly what Harry wanted to hear, he gave Shawn one last chance … “Be careful how you answer this one, Mendes … Are my feet hotter than Tom Holland’s?—”

Shawn knew Harry could read him like a book, especially in this bound, exposed, vulnerable state; already Harry had began to frown at him, the longer he kept quiet - such a drawn out pause in sound made Shawn yelp and giggle breathlessly as Harry scribbled around the sides of his soles, “No!” He refused to lie, no matter how hard he was physically pushed, “No one has feet hotter than Tom’s!” He declared, already braving himself for punishment …

Harry growled and shuffled closer to Shawn’s soles; he tickled his left with the claws and his right with his fingernails, going hard on Shawn’s feet with only a sadistic mindset at the forefront of his mind - Shawn went ballistic; he threw his head forwards and backwards, he leapt from his seat, he tugged on his restraints and he giggled and begged into his chest.

“Ahahahah! Ahahahaha! Oh! Hahahahaha! Ohaahahahaha! Hahahahaha! Hahahaha! Oh, ohahahahahahahahaha, ahahahahaha, please, Harry! Oh, Jesus Christ, Hahahahahahahaharry! Haaahahahahahaaharry! Oh, Ah! Ah? Ah! Please! Please? Oh, hahahahahahah!” 

Both of his toes slipped free from the toe ties, but it didn’t stop Harry …

“Oh! Ah! Aha! Ahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahaha! Please! I can’t!—“, Harry sucked and licked the toes of Shawn’s left foot whilst clawing over his right, “—Ahahahaha! Pl, pl, please! Hahahahahahaha! Haaahahahaharry! Hahahahaharry? I, I can’t breathe! I, I can’t br—“ 

Harry leaned into his hardcore methods and used just his tongue and teeth to tickle Shawn’s left sole; he nibbled on his toes, chewed on his heel, slurped on his arch, breathing, sniffing and sucking in Shawn’s wriggled ticklishness until Shawn couldn’t take it for a second longer.

“Hahahahaha! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah? Hahahaha! Oh? Hahahahah!—“, Shawn winced, his torso scrunching into itself, “—Ah! I, I’ve got stitches! My stomach hurts! Harry, mnn, I’ve got stitches, please!—”

Harry stopped punishing Shawn as soon as a tight grain of discomfort was detected in the back of Shawn’s throat, informing Harry that Shawn was finding it difficult to cope physically.

He never gave Shawn a full ‘break’, instead her removed the claws and readjusted Shawn’s big toes through the toe ties, where he then fingered Shawn’s soles playfully with his fingernails, poking, dragging, toying with the silky landscape with little to no pressure, as Shawn sank into the tickle chair and focused on catching his breath, all whilst grunting quietly with squirming feet as Harry refused to stop toying with them entirely.

“Let me tell you …” Harry purred, “… About my favourite recording we captured of you …” 

Shawn’s eyes widened in dire curiosity …

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Hidden Camera No. 4: installed within Shawn’s alarm clock in his bedroom

10.11 am, August 2nd, 2024: The first time Mr. Mendes has been edged

Shawn lay naked, tied in a spread eagle position on his front, his legs spread apart, his ankles tied to each corner of the bed, his wrists restrained by rope to the top corners of the mattress.

L.A currently suffered a boiling heatwave; Shawn’s room was swelteringly warm, the air thick, a golden haze shining from the sun through the window.

An extremely thick layer of perspiration soaked Shawn’s body; his shoulder blades glistened, his spine arched, a puddle of sweat had developed at the bottom of his back, his round, perky ass cheeks presented beads of wet to the hired male stranger knelt between Shawn’s thighs.

Shawn bit into the pillow stuffed under his head, he curled his fingers around the rope, he squeezed his eyes shut as a leather gloved hand curled around his rock hard erection and stroked him firmly, teasing out the orgasm that had tingled at the base and tip of his cock for the best part of four hours …

“Please,” Shawn whimpered, “Please, let me cum …” he gasped as a second male stranger took a large cube of ice and began to drag it between the toes of his left foot; the toes curled and stretched, Shawn’s foot twisting inward, some breathless giggles leaving his mouth as his erection throbbed and twitched …

“If you cum, we torment your soles for an hour non stop, using our tongues …” The male stranger between Shawn’s thighs warned, “… If you can last another 5 minutes, and you stop yourself from cumming, we can set you free …”

Shawn felt a tear roll down his cheek as the cube of ice made it’s way up his leg, past his knee and towards his taint.

“I can’t do it,” Shawn already admitted defeat, “I can’t do it…” he whined.

_____

“You could do it,” Harry smirked, now laying on the floor, his view being Shawn’s feet above him in the stocks, “You just didn’t want to. You wanted to have them suck on your feet for an hour non stop, you wanted to feel that punishment, didn’t you, Shawn?” 

Harry reached up and brushed his fingertips across Shawn’s squirming soles, his feet still toe tied by loops of string around each big toe, his feet nudging and curling away the best they could from Harry’s gentle touch, “I’m going to have to edge you like that one day, Shawn … It has to happen … And don’t even try to deny it, I always, always get what I want … Ask Louis, ask Zayn, ask Bash, ask them all …” Harry sneered.

Shawn closed his eyes and breathed in through flared nostrils, his erection growing beneath his underwear, thanks to Harry’s voice and his erotic suggestion, “Oh, oh yeah?” Shawn stifled giggles between a bitten lip as he felt Harry’s fingertips draw circles and lines across the soles of his feet, “Mnn, ssss, sounds good to me, Styles, mnn! When do you wah, wanna do it?”

Harry rifled through his bag of tickle tools with his free hand, “Oh, Mendes, do you really think making conversation with me will delay the inevitable?” Harry tutted, “It’s almost time to use my favourite tool,” he grinned, picking out an electric toothbrush, “But first, lets see if these toes can take some dedicated attention …”

Click! Bzzzzzz …

Shawn couldn’t control the chunk of air leaving his throat as the electric toothbrush arrived at the base of his left second to last toe, “Oh! Not my toes again?—“, he could also no longer see Harry, who remained laid out on the floor beneath the stocks - all he could do was feel, to endure the vibrating sensation of speedy, whizzing plastic bristles as they journeyed around each of the toes of his left foot, causing his left foot to twist and stretch within the toe tie, his own grin now wide and bright as the tickling transformed from nasty to playful, within a matter of minutes, “Mnn, mnn—“

Shawn began to giggle, his cheeks blushing a rosey red, his head burying itself into his shoulder, as if he were embarrassed by how sensitive the electric toothbrush made his feet feel.

“Oh, oh god—“ 

Harry lay on his back, watching Shawn’s feet above him as they nudged and scrunched away from the electric toothbrush held in his right hand, “How does that feel, Shawn?” Harry used his other hand to stroke the sole of Shawn’s right foot.

Shawn could not control his giggling; he chortled and chuckled, squealed and grunted, he bit his upper lip and blew out air through his nose; this was a different type of tickling, it felt super intrusive yet madly fun, hyper sensitive yet satisfying to witness, the plastic spinning bristles were unlike anything Shawn had felt before and now they were whizzing around his left big toe.

“Oh! Mn! Oh, oh god!—“, Shawn repeated, his fists curling into balls, “—You got a thing for my toes, Styles?” He clenched his teeth, all eight of his unbound toes flexing into the air like fingers, unintentionally giving up ultra ticklish space between for Harry to explore, “You can’t leave them alone! Tickle someplace else!” He whined, the electric toothbrush now circling around the base of Shawn’s left middle toe, “Guh! My left foot is so much more ticklish than my right!” He announced, his eyebrows creasing into a concerned frown, “Why is that, man! Come on, you’re the expert!” Shawn so desperately wanted to use both feet to block away the toothbrush, but his big toes were too professionally pinned back by the string …

Harry ignored Shawn’s attempts at ‘casually chatting’ and instead decided to lean into the future, “I just can’t wait to see you ejaculate all over my bed sheets,” he sent the electric toothbrush between Shawn’s toes whilst blowing warm hair through his mouth, onto Shawn’s right heel, “I’ll edge you all day, I’ll have you trembling, naked, begging me for release …” he could hear Shawn groan and pant within the tickle chair, as he lay on his back, tickling Shawn’s feet above him, “… It’ll be the most intense experience of your life, a moment you’ll never forget …” Harry meant every word, after all, Sebastian Croft now had nightly dreams about his time with Harry, his own experiences tattooed into the centre of his mind for the rest of his life …

“Mnn, damn, Harry! You gotta way with words, man!” Shawn leaned forwards, his eyes bulging open as he continued to giggle, “Mnn! Ahaha! Oh! Ah! Mnn!” He watched the electric toothbrush whizz, buzz and drag between the toes of his left foot, his right still squirming under the gentle stroke of Harry’s fingertips, “Ah! Oh, man! Mnn!—“, he knew full well that something more extreme was on its way and for now, Harry seemed to be leading him into a false sense of security with this more subtle, toying act of tickle torment - Shawn remained reserved, his body stiff, his feet always writhing, the toe ties always squeaking, any minute now, Harry would do the unexpected, Shawn could feel it in the same stomach that had offered him stitches just moments ago, due to heavy, intense laughter …

Suddenly, Shawn felt the explosive arrival of a hairbrush against the sole of his left foot.

“AH! OH!”

He lunged forwards and kicked his legs naturally, his reactions and laughter now completely out of his control.

The electric toothbrush switched off … The hairbrush presented itself as Harry’s favourite tool, and it promised to remain present for the rest of the session.

Harry scrubbed and scrubbed as Shawn hurtled from side to side, his mouth always wide open, his laughter constant, his expression drenched in alarm and panic.

“AHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! OH! OH! IS THAT A— AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! NO! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAH! AH! AHA! AHAHAHA! AHAHAH! OH, OH GOD!—“, Shawn almost exploded out of the tickle chair, but before he could thrash anymore, Harry stopped tickling Shawn’s feet with the brush and slid the tool away from the sole of his left foot, causing Shawn to drop his weight into his seat and look at Harry with a glare of confusion masking his face.

“I want to finish slow,” Harry announced, lifting the hairbrush so Shawn could see it in his hand, “I want to see you witness it gradually, and then intensely. I want to watch you obey to this, every second of it …” Harry sat back in the cross legged position as he picked out a bottle of lotion and uncapped the lid, “… Do you understand?” Harry asked calmly.

Shawn, already breathless from that few seconds of hairbrush tickling, simply nodded quickly and readied himself for the next thirty minutes - he knew this would be the most thrilling part of this experience yet, and keeping his secret safe was the goal of this mission …

Harry began to drizzle lotion all over Shawn’s soles, “Brace yourself,” he warned.

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Hidden Camera No. 13: installed within Shawn’s private gym

12.40 pm, August 18th, 2024: The first time Mr. Mendes experienced the brush

Shawn sat shirtless on a bench-press, his left foot tucked in an arm lock by another male stranger he had hired to toy with his feet.

Shawn wore adidas shorts and nothing else; he was sweaty from his workout, his skin was warm and moist.

In Shawn’s mouth was a ball gag.

Over his eyes, a blind fold.

He allowed the male stranger to completely dominate him, he got off on the idea of not knowing how this guy would work over his feet; would he lick his toes? Would he use a feather across his sole? Would he bite, scratch, sniff or slurp?

Shawn lunged forwards as soon as he felt dozens of sharp, plastic bristles arrive at the arch of his left foot.

He grabbed at the male strangers shoulders, he tugged his leg, he groaned behind the ball gag.

“Mnn!”

Shawn couldn’t take it - there was no way he’d allow this person to use something like a hairbrush on his soles - tickling was something he enjoyed to endure but this? This was just too much.

As soon as Shawn realised the guy would not stop scrubbing, Shawn yanked the blindfold away from his eyes, he tore the gag out of his mouth and he used his untied hands to wrap around the guys neck, where he held him against his chest.

“Stop—“ Shawn growled out his order, “—Anything but that …”

_____

For feet as ticklish as Shawn’s, Harry had to provide some form of kindness when about to tickle them with the hairbrush.

He un-cuffed Shawn’s wrists and instead of having his arms stretched out either side of him, Harry restrained Shawn’s hands by each side of his waist.

This allowed all the blood to sink back into Shawn’s fingertips; his biceps no longer throbbed, his shoulders no longer ached. Instead, he sat rather comfortably in the tickle chair with both of his ankles still secured within the stocks, his big, perfect, juicy toes still secured within their toe ties.

Shawn’s creamy white, lubricated soles faced Harry.

Shawn waited patiently, a playful twinkle in his eye informing his tickler that he equally looked forward to this next act of tickle endurance, whilst also fearing it at the same time. 

Harry lay on the floor, looking up at Shawn’s perfectly positioned soles in admiration; he then reached upward and ever so carefully ran the brush across the side of Shawn’s left foot; the bristles just about made impact with flesh, dragging gently up towards Shawn’s smallest toe, causing the ultra ticklish twenty five year old to grin and flutter his eyelashes shut.

“Mnn—“ Shawn smiled gingerly and dropped his head over his chest, his left foot squirming within its toe tie, “Ah—“, he opened his mouth and twisted his foot away from the brush, but the string looped around his big toe kept his foot in place, “Mnn—“, Shawn’s eyes peeled open as Harry dragged the brush gently across the middle of his left sole, causing Shawn’s foot to nudge to the right, the stocks creaking a little with the strength of his agile kick.

Harry was right, he was indeed going slow to start, teasing the power of the brush by leisurely dragging it across the oily landscape that made up Shawn’s left sole.

“Feel familiar?” Harry asked, referring to the secret recording of Shawn forcing his hired tickler to stop with the brush.

Shawn giggled into his shoulder as Harry used his free hand to finger the betweens that made up the toes of Shawn’s right foot - like Harry had suggested, the tickling in this final stage was gradually getting more and more intense, second by second … 

… Now Shawn sat with both of his feet tickled by Harry; his right toyed with by Harry’s fingers, his left enduring an increased press of pressure from the hairbrush, as it scrubbed from side to side.

“Mnn! Yeah, man! Ah!” Shawn now jumped forwards, “Oh! Hahah!—“, just that tiny bit of added pressure caused his body to react suddenly, his eyes widening, his hair dropping either side of his face, “Man! Oh!—“ Shawn gasped as Harry slowly dragged the brush up and down his sole, where he began to speed up, never going too fast too soon, just gradually increasing the pace of the brushes glide, “Mnn! Oh! Oh, hahah!”

“Intense, isn’t it, Mendes? Over forty individual plastic nibs running across hyper sensitive flesh, and there’s nothing you can do about it …” Harry purred, the hairbrush now dragging up towards the pad of Shawn’s left foot.

Shawn threw his back into the tickle chair, the structure he sat strapped to shaking under his weight.

“Oh, boy!” His admittance was loud, the voice he usually used to sing out melodies now arriving as a strained and desperate shout, “It’s kinda another level, man!” Still, Shawn felt challenged by the ordeal, he wanted to see if he could take this, how it would feel to be annihilated by the simple tool held within Harry’s hand, “Don’t hold back, Styles,” Shawn urged, “Show me what you got, you little bitch!—” He snarled.

Harry grinned in his laid out position.

He unbuttoned his trousers and began to stroke his arousal with one hand, whilst using the other to scrub intensely at Shawn’s soles with the hairbrush.

Harry watched Shawn’s feet twist and squirm beneath the brush, his explosive laughter filled the room as the tickle chair rattled and shook.

Shawn did not know where to look as he endured the brushes scrub, its fast paced glide jumping from one sole to the next where it would slide and scrape across his heels, his arches, the bases of all ten of his toes.

“Oh! Ah! Mnn! Harry, oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh shit!” Shawn yelped out his laughter, his entire being overwhelmed and consumed by shock, by how ticklish this felt, by how intense the brush scrubbed across his soles, “Oh shit, Harry! Oh! Hahahaha! Ahahahaha! Oh fuck! Oh, oh! Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Oh shit! Oh shit! Ahahahahaha, ahahahahah! Ahahahahah, stop!—“

As soon as Harry heard Shawn cry out the word ‘stop’, Harry felt his erection thicken harder. He began to actively masturbate to the sound of Shawn’s laughter and begging, as well as the sight of his feet above him twisting and curling with such animated strength.

Shawn watched Harry’s hand and the brush scrub across the bottoms of his feet, whilst he heard Harry moan and whack off below the stocks, the physical visual of him masturbating hidden from Shawn, due to Harry being in his laid on the floor position.

Deranged lunacy masked Shawn’s face as he spluttered and cackled, his torso spinning and thrashing as his feet were scrubbed by the brush, the sound of Harry’s palm rubbing at his own cock causing Shawn to speak through the laughter, lifting his butt off the seat in a non stop bounce, “Are you ahahaha whacking off to this, Ssssst, Styles!” Shawn’s feet tried their best to pull free from the toe ties, but he failed, thanks to Harry making sure they were secured tighter than the times before, “Oh! Ahahahaha! Oh, ah! Oh shit, Harry! Oh fuck, oh shit, are you whacking off to this!” 

Harry nodded breathlessly as he continued to reach up and attack Shawn’s soles with the brush, his other hand rubbing at his cock, bringing him closer to orgasm.

“You’ve got the prettiest feet I’ve ever seen, Shawn,” Harry huffed, “They’re so big, so soft, so ticklish,” his eyes narrowed in focus as he watched Shawn’s feet twist and writhe, the more the brush slid across his heels and toes, “Tell me how it feels, Shawn, tell me how fucking ticklish it is for you …” Harry sounded like he was about to implode.

Shawn now panted like a wolf, his eyes were so filled with water he could barely see, barely think, barely speak, “It’s so damn ticklish, man!” Shawn heaved, he shouted and shrieked, “AHAH! AHAHAHA! AHAHA! OH SHIT, OH SHIT!” Harry had now started to speed up once again, this time working the brush harder, faster; he was relentless, non stop, he pushed Shawn over the line, “OH SHIT, HARRY, OH SHIT! IT FEELS UNBEARABLE, MAN! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANNA HEAR?” Behind the madness, Shawn knew that describing his torment would get Harry to cum, and knowing that Harry would ejaculate over seeing and hearing him and his feet be so tickled-to-oblivion made Shawn feel wanted and desired in more ways than he could describe, “You ahahaha like that huhaahahaahahahahaha ssss, Styles! You like hahahahahahahow ticklish my feet are huhahahahahahahahahahahowIcan’ttakethebrushohshitohfuck!—“ 

Shawn had now begun to scream, as Harry allowed his cock to stand tall and hard whilst using both hands to now grab at two hairbrushes, where he scrubbed both of Shawn’s feet at the same time, “—AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY OH SHIT HAHAHAHAHAHASTOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, STOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT!—“

Harry’s erection twitched, without him touching it - a droplet of pre cum presented itself as shivers ran up Harry’s spine; with both hands and two brushes, he scrubbed Shawn’s soles whilst biting down over his lower lip, taking in every squeal, yelp, cry, laugh, shout, giggle and beg that left Shawn’s throat - the sounds filling the studio resembled insane hysteria, blending with anguish and distress, mixed in with pure joy and elated, overwhelmed giddiness - anyone passing by the locked door to the studio would surely think Shawn Mendes was either being tickled to lunacy by several people at once, or he found something extremely, absurdly funny …

“I’ll stop,” Harry declared breathlessly, “If you agree to a three hour foot tickle session every week, in this very studio …” Harry scrubbed the brush from side to side across Shawn’s arches as he waited for Shawn to agree.

“AHAHAHAHA! OH SHIT! AHAHAHAHAHA! OH SHIT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OH SHIT!—“ Shawn leapt and lunged within the tickle chair, his fists holding onto the rope tightly, as if he were riding some form of rollercoaster, his feet always twisting and writhing within the toe ties, the stocks rattling and creaking with every vibrant kick of his legs, “—AHAHAHAHAHAH! OH SHIT! AHAHAHAHAHAH! OH SHIT! HAHAHAHAAHAH! HAHAHAHAHAHARRY! OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, JEEEEEEZUS CHRIST! AHAHAHAHAHAHA, OH SHIT!—“ Shawn was so overcome with how ticklish this was for him, he couldn’t even understand Harry, nor could he hear the proposal, leading to Harry having to repeat himself.

“Shawn! I’ll stop!” Harry called out his suggestion with a raised voice, “If you promise to a three hour foot tickle session, every week!” He felt his cock throb with every actioned scrub of the brush, “In this very studio!” 

Shawn wanted to negotiate, he wanted to discuss the importance of his secret, but right now all he could think about doing was ending the sensation across the bottoms of his feet - he fiercely pointed all ten of his toes towards the floor, his big toes finally slipping free from the toe ties, however with them being still locked in stocks, they were not in the position to fully escape, their chunky, attractive shape now flapping, twisting and stretching from side to side, left to right, up and down as Harry scrubbed at Shawn’s heels with both hairbrushes.

“AHAHAHAHA OH STOP, STOP, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, OH SHIT, STOP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, STOP! AHAHAHAHAHAHA OH SHIT, STOP! AHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHA OH SHIT, STOP! AHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHA! OH SHIT, HARRY, STOP, PLEASE!—“ Shawn whined.

Hearing Shawn now give in, unable to take Harry ‘not holding back’, hearing the word ‘stop’ on repeat, and then the whine of ‘please’ caused Harry to acknowledge the start of his orgasm as it began its furious bubble across his taint.

“Mnn—“ Harry’s eyes watered, “—Do we hhh, have an a, agreement?” Harry could barely speak - he knew that hearing Shawn submit entirely by agreeing to a weekly three hour session would be the thing to make him cum, “Shhhhhh, Shhhh, Shawn?”

Shawn broke.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his cheeks now blushing red, sweat soaking his chest and neck as his breathless bellows became staggered heaves for oxygen; he kicked his legs and splayed all ten of his toes, his expression soaked with a mixture of determined fury and perplexed happiness - “YES, YES, I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!—“

Harry dropped the brushes, his fingers turning into stiff claws as he arched his back and without even touching his own cock, his erection jolted forwards and shot out a fine line of white, creamy cum with such force that the shoot flew into Shawn’s soles, splattering all over his heels and arches, soaking them in Harry’s satisfaction.

Shawn gasped and huffed, panted and spluttered, as he felt warm gushes splatter across the bottoms of his locked up feet.

Both men were rendered breathless; Harry lay on the floor, his cock still expelling excess joy, whilst Shawn sat slumped and defeated, his soles tingling, his entire body shimmering in perspiration.

Shawn had spent the past few months being in charge; he had called up strangers, wired them thousands of dollars, messaged fetishists on Hinge, Grindr, FetLife, all to have these random individuals bask in the glory of his soles and toes where he would endure sniffs, tickles, licks and slurps - he had paid these people to make him feel like a God.

As he sat there blackmailed, with a stitch in his side and tickled in a way that he had never been tickled before, it was then he realised that good friend Harry Styles had just transformed him from ‘God’ to ‘Tickle Slave’, in a matter of hours.

Harry stood and lifted his trousers over his still erect cock.

He buttoned up his shirt and ran a hand through his newly cut hair.

He walked towards Shawn and unbuckled his left wrist.

Addressing him like the newly attained piece of tickle meat he now was, Harry turned away from an exhausted Shawn and left his studio, saying simply as he did so …

“Your secret is safe with me, Mendes. Now let yourself out, take a shower …

… And I’ll see you next week …”

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