. . . A n u n d i s c l o s e d l o c a t i o n
It took seven Masked Ticklers to manhandle Hemsworth into the room …
… His tall structure, beefy muscles and outstanding strength proved difficult to control …
… He had kicked, punched, spun out of grasp …
… But after a heavy quantity of grunts, some skilled rope work, a sack over his head and the use of a ball gag, Hemsworth had been successfully transported to the undisclosed location.
They threw him down onto his seat, his hands bound behind his back, one of his boots missing from his left foot after they had dragged him back into the van during one of his attempts to escape …
The hood was pulled from his head …
The tall adonis squinted as his piercing blue eyes focused on a spotlight shining down over a table just inches away from him.
“Mphh! Mphhh! Mphh!”
The rest of the room was large and unlit, his surroundings blanketed in darkness.
He groaned into his gag, his alarmed stare scowling out into the pitch black as The Masked Men who had kidnapped him carefully shuffled out of the room.
As one door behind closed shut, another at the opposite side of the room swung open …
The sound of heels clicking over marble began to approach Hemsworth …
… Click, click, click, click …
From beneath the spotlight, another Masked Man appeared.
He wore a black shirt tucked into cream chinos.
His feet were dressed in tan leather loafers, his wrists decorated with an expensive watch and diamond bracelet …
The mask over his face was coloured white and oval shaped, the black slits for eyes and tiny holes to breathe out of being the only detailing on the mask itself.
The mask looked chipped around the edges, stained with grease and oil marks on the surface …
To Hemsworth’s surprise, The Masked Man began to remove his mask …
Hemsworth’s eyes widened when he saw his good friend Chris Evan’s face staring back at him.
“Mph! Mphh? Mphhh! MPPH! MPPH!” Hemsworth grunted.
Chris dropped the mask onto the table and then folded his arms across his chest, tilting his head slowly.
“Well hey there, you big oaf.”
Hemsworth wriggled on the seat, his wrists pulling at the rope knotting them behind his back, his feet planting down over the floor as he lifted himself up, ready to stand, ready to shout, ready to question why his friend had kidnapped him like this …
But Chris’s right hand landed on Hemsworth’s chest, forcing him back down onto the chair with a thud.
“Mmphh—”
“— Hey, look at me, it’s alright, calm down, buddy …” Chris reassured, his hand reaching out across the table where he pinched the gag out of Hemsworth’s mouth, “ … Chill the fuck out, and listen …”
Hemsworth licked his lips, his shoulders dropping in defeat as he flared his nostrils and lowered his head, his eyes glaring up at his captor.
“Untie me now, Evans …” Hemsworth warned, “ … This is your only chance, before I—”
—Chris couldn’t help but laugh.
He hid his giggles with the back of his hand, glancing down at the mask on the table.
“Believe me, Hemsworth, you’re going nowhere. On the other side of that door is a world you couldn’t begin to imagine, as well as over a dozen of a my henchmen … You try anything, they come running in to protect me … And you know what they’ll do to you? Well … “ Chris peered down to Hemsworth left bootless foot, “ … Let’s not go down that road … I know how much you hate having your feet touched …”
Hemsworth’s face creased up in confusion, his head twisting over his shoulder, through the darkness, at a door he could no longer make out behind him as he shuffled both of his feet further beneath the chair he had been forced on.
Slowly, Hemsworth turned his head around so that he faced Chris.
“What the fuck are you —”
—Chris clapped his hands twice.
Clap, clap!
From the same door that Chris had walked through just moments ago, two Masked Men dressed in black leather boiler suits approached the spotlit table, one of them here for support in case Hemsworth got physical, the other holding onto a plastic folder …
The Masked Man dropped the folder onto the table.
Both Masked Men then stood back, a few feet away from Chris, their bodies partially illuminated by the brightness of the spotlight shining against the surface of the table.
Hemsworth eyed the folder cautiously.
Chris picked it up and shook the contents of the folder out over the table.
A dozen or so polaroid images scattered themselves out in a messy display.
Hemsworth shuffled closer, taking in the details of each image.
Each polaroid had been labelled in black marker with ‘Sebastian Stan’ …
Each picture was of him, photographed without his knowing.
One picture was of him taking a nap in the park with his hands behind his head, his armpits on full display …
Another picture was of him working out in the gym, barefoot …
Some were of him browsing through the supermarket in socks and sliders, totally unaware that someone was close by taking these pictures ...
Chris picked up the polaroids and separated them evenly, so that each image could be clearly seen by Hemsworth.
“... Seb …?” Hemsworth glanced up at Chris, “What the …”
He swallowed down gathering nerves, unsure how to fathom his current circumstance …
Over a week ago, he sat at a BBQ with Chris and his family …
Flash forward to now, he sat tied in the dark directly opposite him, surrounded by Masked Men.
Chris nodded slowly.
“Here’s the deal,” Evans announced, “I know you’re cheating on your wife.”
Hemsworth blinked.
He sat up, chuckling casually as he scoffed at such an accusation.
“Ev, Evans, you can’t be serious, I’d nev, never–”
Chris thumbed over his shoulder.
“Oh! You want me to go get the other folder? The one full of photographic evidence of you leaving three hotels last month? The screenshots of the text messages, the CCTV footage of you walking with your sunglasses on, cap snug tight over your head, hand in hand with another woman …?” Chris smiled playfully, tucking his hands into his chino pockets, “... I can go get it, honestly, it’ll only take us ten secon–”
“--Alright,” Hemsworth snarled, “Alright. You’ve made your point.”
Chris carefully made his way around the table, his hand landing on Hemsworth’s shoulder where he smoothed the t-shirt covered muscle with his fingertips.
“Listen, it’s … It’s okay … We’ve all been there. The need to look around, to wear a disguise … To try out something different … The thing is, most of us aren’t stupid enough to get caught …”
Hemsworth narrowed his eyes as he continued to stare forward, Evans now making his way behind the chair where he placed both hands gently around Hemsworth’s neck.
“I bet you wished it never happened,” Chris smirked, tightening his hold, “I bet you wish you could erase it all …”
Hemsworth dropped his head where he stared quietly into his lap.
“Please, Evans … Just, just don’t show my wife …” Hemsworth urged, “... Please, I’m, I’m begging you …”
Chris glanced at The Masked Men standing opposite him.
They began to chuckle, their laughs hidden by the oval plastic concealing their identity.
Evans patted Hemsworth’s shoulders before returning to the other side of the table.
“You call that begging?” He tutted, rolling his eyes, “That’s adorable …”
Hemsworth continued to stare into his lap, too worried about what Evan’s would do with the knowledge that behind the iconic Thor smile, twinkling eyes and sandy blonde head of hair … He was a total adulterer.
“Alright. Here we go. I need you to do me a favour,” Chris declared, his right hand picking up a picture of Sebastian.
Hemsworth slowly looked up at Chris and the picture.
“And if you’re willing to see this out,” Evans continued, “Then the affair, the folder, the wrong that you’ve done will be burned to ash and thrown into the wind …”
Chris arched his eyebrow as he grinned at his friend.
“… I’ll let you strike the match yourself,” he declared.
Hemsworth nodded slowly.
“I’ll, I’ll do whatever you want,” he mumbled, “Just tell me, I’ll, I’ll get it done …”
Chris placed the picture carefully down with the rest of the polaroids.
He then walked back towards Hemsworth, his smart footwear clicking once again over the marble flooring.
He leaned into Hemsworth’s right ear and began to whisper out The Favour, explaining the details, requirements and results he’d expect …
… Whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper …
The Masked Men watched Chris continue to mouth direction into Hemsworth’s ear, Hemsworth’s eyebrows lifting and dropping as he stared forwards, listening carefully to every single word that came out of Evan’s mouth.
Chris finally stepped away, tucked his hands back into his pockets and glanced down at his captee.
“Think you can do it?” He asked.
Hemsworth paused before answering.
He looked across the room, he curled his fingers around the rope tied tightly around his wrists, he breathed in the scent of sweat and dust, the fact that the Chris standing before him was so very far removed from the Chris he’d filmed movies with, the Chris he’d invited into his home, the Chris he had shared fond memories with …
That fact made Hemsworth feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
He felt scared.
“He’ll be ready by tomorrow,” Hemsworth replied.
Chris clapped his hands, bouncing on his toes in excitement as The Masked Men began to gather up the polaroids where they started to scoop them back inside the folder.
“Fantastic!” Chris cheered, spinning on his heel as he began to leave the room, his body gradually reclaimed by darkness the further he walked away from the spotlight shining over a now empty table, “My men will escort you out, you just sit tight and wait, they might wanna have a play with that boot-less foot first …”
Before Chris could finally leave, Hemsworth had one question to ask, his voice leaving his mouth in a desperate shout.
“... Who are you …!”
Hemsworth’s question echoed out into the room, a moment of silence greeting it just seconds after.
Chris stopped moving.
He turned around, his body now entirely blacked out, only his quiet breathing could be heard …
“That’s a good question,” he whispered.
Evans had just presented a side of himself that had been a secret up until now …
… And quite understandably, Hemsworth felt confused by this sinister personality unrevealed till this very moment.
Evans responded honestly, his voice calm and cheerful, his words arriving as a matter of fact.
“I’m your worst nightmare,” he said.
T w e n t y f o u r h o u r s l a t e r . . .
N E W Y O R K
Chris’ bright green Ferrari rolled up outside of the small Queens house he had rented especially for the occasion.
He stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes hidden by sunglasses, a large white toothed grin spreading across his face as the sunlight shone against the pale blue polo shirt hugging his torso.
He locked his car and then walked towards the house’s front door, his index finger landing on the buzzer.
Bzzzzzzzz!
Chris ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth as he patted his right thigh impatiently.
After a few seconds of waiting, his finger returned to the buzzer.
Bzzzz!
Bzzzz!
BZZZZZZZZZ—
—The door swung open, revealing Hemsworth.
“ALRIGHT—” Hemsworth snapped, “You only need to buzz the once … He’s a handful, I’ve not just been waiting by the damn door …”
Evans barged past Hemsworth, removing his sunglasses as he wiggled his fingers into Hemsworth’s sides, causing the actor to jump back a few steps.
“I’m so excited, man!” Chris placed his hands on his hips as he checked out the average looking kitchen and combined living room, its brown decor and old fashioned looking furniture far removed from the lavish, clinical surroundings he was used to in his own home, “So, where is he? You get it done okay? Tell me you remembered the hairbru—”
“— I got it done,” Hemsworth sighed, slowly closing the front door, “He’s out the back, and, yes, I remembered both hairbrushes …”
As Chris turned away and began to stroll through the hired out home, Hemsworth mumbled under his breath, “… You little shit …”
“I heard that!” Evans sang, his demanding presence arriving at the only closed bedroom door of the house, “You know what else I can hear?” He pressed the side of his head against the door, “I can hear gagged screams …” he licked his lips and closed his eyes, “… There really is nothing better than the sound of a handsome, muscular man helplessly tied, moaning for escape …”
Hemsworth scratched the back of his head as he awkwardly joined Evans side.
Surely enough, just as Hemsworth had left him, the man continued to shout from behind his gag on the other side of the locked bedroom door.
“I’m worried about the neighbours,” Hemsworth gulped, “He’s pretty damn loud, and we haven’t even tickled him yet … What if he’s so loud that they call the cops?”
Chris nudged Hemsworth’s side with his elbow, giggling mischievously.
“You’ll learn over time that a risk like that is all part of the fun …” he then gestured to the door handle, “… Shall we?”
Hemsworth sighed into his chest.
He slid his hand into the back of his jeans pocket and retrieved a small silver key.
He then unlocked the bedroom door, pushing it open carefully, revealing the setting Evans had requested.
“You’re a pro and you don’t even know it,” Evans smiled, nodding respectfully to Hemsworth who followed him into the bedroom, closing the door shut behind him.
“MMMPHHH — MPHHHH — MPHHHH!”
Tied to a bed in the starfish position was Sebastian Stan.
He shouted through the ball gag strapped around his face, the black plastic shape wedged deep inside his mouth.
His eyes were narrowed, his glare producing a fierce scowl, his fists curled up tightly into balls …
Chris stroked his chin in admiration as he looked down at Seb.
“He looks better than I imagined …” he mumbled to himself.
Seb kicked his legs and pulled his arms, his wrists and ankles tied to each corner of the bed with thick rope Hemsworth had purchased at a nearby hardware store.
He wore a tight white vest, gym shorts, white socks and running trainers - the outfit he had chosen for a day of on-street exercise, before he was taken in broad day light by Hemsworth …
… His skin was a deep golden brown, his muscles more toned than ever, his brown head of hair messy and ruffled up after several rounds of physical fighting in an attempt to escape Hemsworth’s strength …
… Something he had obviously failed to do.
Besides the bed on a glass coffee table lay two seagull feathers, a bottle of baby oil and two hairbrushes.
“MPPPPH — MPHHH — MPHH — MPH, MPH, MPH?”
"I think he’s trying to ask me something,” Chris queried, his eyebrows lifting, “Take that thing out of his mouth, would you? And join in! This is gonna be far funner than you think…” Evans flashed his eyes at Hemsworth.
Hemsworth knelt down beside Sebastian, an unexpected need to see what the fuss was about suddenly landing in the forefront of his mind.
Before taking off the gag, he carefully placed his index finger into Sebastian’s exposed and open left armpit, giving it a wiggle as soon as it slid past the forty year olds underarm hair.
Sebastian grunted and kicked, shuffling his body away from Hemsworth’s finger, some saliva unapologetically making its way out of his gag.
Chris knelt down on the other side, his index finger also making its way towards Seb’s upper body, it’s long tip pressing down into Seb’s right armpit.
Hemsworth chuckled in delight as he watched Sebastian squirm and writhe on the spot, his torso unable to shuffle anywhere to escape the tickling, thanks to an index finger going in at the left and at the right at the same time.
All Sebastian could do was groan and shout, his cries muffled due to the ball of plastic stuffed between his lips.
“MPHHH! MPHHH! MPHHH!” Sebastian wriggled, his head twisting from side to side as he urged his captors to leave him alone, his words untranslatable …
… Until Hemsworth removed the ball gag.
Sebastian sent his tongue across his lips as he glared at Hemsworth and then at Evans, his eyebrows burrowing down into a deep frown.
“Guys, what the fuck — that’s enough, come on, what the fuck are you both—”
Evans wiggled his index finger back into Sebastian’s left armpit, causing the man to jolt across the mattress, his body thrashing in quick thrusts from one side to the other as Hemsworth mirrored Evans style.
“STOP, GUYS, COME ON, WHAT THE FUCK—” Sebastian’s shouts filled the otherwise empty room, a room filled only with he himself, two tormenting friends, a window with the blinds pulled down and a tripod and camera filming the entire thing at the bottom of the bed.
Sebastian’s squirms were stiff and calculated, his body twisting into itself in an attempt to clamp his elbow against his side, therefore hiding his armpit, but his bonds wouldn’t allow him to act out such protection, his ticklers too fast at jabbing their fingertips into other areas of his body such as his pecs or ribcage.
“GUYS, SERIOUSLY, NO, THIS ISN’T COOL— WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!”
“—Ahhh Sebastian,” Chris breathed in slowly, “The great thing about this is, I don’t need to tell you why I’m doing this, why I got Hemsworth involved, why I chose you …” Evans began to crawl down to Sebastian’s left leg, his hand grabbing at his thigh, at the delicate flesh behind his knee, “… I don’t have to tell you how long we’re gonna do this for, if we’re gonna let you go … I don’t have to tell you shit …” he grinned.
Sebastian kicked his leg and bit his lower lip, his eyes darting over to Hemsworth who continued to wiggle his finger inside the sweaty, hairy depths of his right underarm.
Sebastian decided to quit shouting, using his acting abilities to appear as calm and in control, his tone arriving far softer than it had done in the recent several seconds.
“Ple, please, Chris, come on, man, this is insane, what the actual fuck, man! This is a joke, right? This has to be a fucking joke!”
Evans allowed Sebastian to become overwhelmed by disbelief as his teasing touch arrived at his right running trainer.
“Oh I couldn’t be more serious,” Hemsworth explained, “And thank you, for being so ticklish. More so than I thought. You’re going to make a lot of important people very, very happy …”
Suddenly, Sebastians moment of puzzlement was replaced solidly by alarm as he felt Evans begin to untie his laces.
He threw his head across his chest and began to verbalise his panic, both legs now kicking frantically as Hemsworth also decided to make his way down Sebastian’s legs.
“NO, NO, NOPE, NO WAY—” he cried, his wrists yanking down hard on the rope, his biceps bulging, his muscular frame shifting the bed a few inches to the left, “No, not, not my damn feet! Fuck, guys, no, no, not my feet, not my feet! Come on, this is fucked! This sucks, man!”
Evans looked over at Hemsworth, who more or less grinned as he began to peel away Sebastian’s left running trainer, revealing his white socked foot.
“Hemsworth! You’re loving this! See, I told you it would be fun!”
Hemsworth forced his grin down, clearing his throat as he discarded of the running trainer.
“I’m uh, I’m just doing what you asked …”
For Hemsworth, this was all about playing along to avoid Evans informing his wife of his infidelity …
… As long as he dodged that ball, that’s all he cared about.
“Doing, doing what you ASKED?” Sebastian spun his head from Evans to Hemsworth at such a speedy rate his neck cracked, “What the, what the fuck is he talking about?” Sebastian shouted his concern at Hemsworth, who reluctantly chose to ignore his friend.
Evans carefully pulled Sebastian’s right runner trainer away from his heel, revelling in the sight of Sebastians socked foot now twisting and curling in dire anticipation, the forty year old even trying to plant his sole over the mattress in an attempt to hide hyper sensitivity he had successfully kept to himself, up until now …
“Just go with it, Stan, you’re about to get the tickling of your life … Enjoy it!” Evans flashed his eyes at the camera stand, “… And don’t hold back on the laughter! The louder the better, roar the house down, let the street know how ticklish you are!”
Once again, Hemsworth found himself giggling in delight, even if this time yesterday he had been frightened by the idea of Sebastian’s looming circumstance.
Sebastian huffed and panted, his eyes now stinging from how much they were shifting from Hemsworth to Evans, from Evans to Hemsworth, and so on …
“No, fuck, no way, Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck —” Sebastian hadn’t laughed so far, mostly due to his mindset resting in complete and utter shock, but as soon as Evans and Hemsworth began to scribble their fingernails over his socked soles, the forty year old lost it …
“—Tickling of my li—IFE! DAMN, FUCK! NO, DAMN — SHIT — What! What? Wait, what!" He thrashed around over the bed, his right leg kicking out just once, his arms pulling in on themselves as much as his bondage would allow, his lips now clamping tightly together as he used all of his strength to break free …
… When the burn in the sides of his head got too much, Sebastian gave in and allowed several short and loud bursts of laughter to leave his mouth, their exit coming from the very depths of his chest.
“HA!” He yelled, “HA! HA!” He bit his lower lip, his laughter not non stop or constant, more sudden and unexpected with tight, breath-held pauses in-between, “HA!” He clenched his teeth, his eyes glaring down at Chris, “HA! FUCK, HA HA HA—”
“That’s some sexy laughter!” Evans commented, his ears satisfied by Sebastian’s inability to control the yelps and shouts leaving his lips, “Hey, Hemsworth, pass me the feather, will you?”
Hemsworth reached over to the coffee table and picked up one of the feathers.
He then stretched across and handed it to Evans, who held the feather as if it were a quill pen.
“No! No! No! Please, stop, stop —” Sebastian begged, his first ‘stop’ of the session landing in the humid atmosphere of this sunlit bedroom.
As Hemsworth continued to scribble his fingernails over Sebastian’s left sole, Evans began to draw shapes across Sebastian’s right arch, the pointed nib of the feather dragging over flesh that already seemed to be incredibly ticklish, even when protected by the socks cotton layer …
Sebastian threw his head over the pillow in a violent bounce, his eyes bulging open as his quippy, shouty laughter transformed into a long, deep bellow that went on musically for a good half a minute …
“NO, STOP, STOP, STO-AHAHAHAHA-AHAAHAHAH-AAHAHAHAHAP! PLEASE! PLEASE, WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUHUHAUAHAHAHAHAH—AHAHAHAHAHACK—OH GOD OH GOAAAHAHAHAAAHAHA-AAHAHAHA-AAAHAHAHAAAD—!”
Hemsworth winced, the volume of Sebastian’s laughter worrying him slightly, especially as the homes either side of this house were so close by …
Still, Hemsworth reminded himself to play the role …
So, he picked up the second seagull feather and actioned the same style of tickling as Evans: drawing circles over Sebastian’s socked arch with the pointy, sharp end of the tickle tool.
Sebastian howled hysterically, both of his long, tanned legs kicking at the same time like some kind of rampant rabbit caught on an electric wire, his bound wrists shaking and punching out and in, out and in, out and in …
Hemsworth glanced over his shoulder to take in the sight of someone being tickled without providing consent, bound and tormented silly, with absolutely nothing to do about it …
Hemsworth swallowed down, Sebastian’s red cheeks, wide eyes, thick throat and head-pinned-to-the-pillow-appearance confirming to him that the poor guy really was finding this quite hard …
“Maybe we should give him a break …” Hemsworth glanced over at Evans.
Evans continued to draw shapes over Sebastian’s arch, holding the feather as if he were signing some form of tickle declaration over the bottom of Sebastian’s foot.
“Give him a break?” Evans rolled his eyes as Sebastian continued to scream and laugh, laugh and scream, scream and laugh, “We’ve only just started …”
***
Around twenty minutes in, Sebastian had decided to give into the fact that these two men were no longer his friends.
They weren’t going to let him go, he had no idea why they had chosen to do this, and they weren’t going to stop tickling him …
Tickling, Sebastian thought, whilst juggling all of the hysteria forcefully stuffed into his mind.
How can tickling be this cruel, this effective, this mind blowingly torturous?
He wished, more than anything, that he wasn’t bound.
Or, at least, that his bonds were bonds he could somehow slip out of.
To his ever growing dismay, they were tight around his wrists, the rope looped in a secure knot to the corner legs of the bed …
He had kicked his legs countless times - not even the rope pinning his ankles to the mattress would budge a mere inch …
Hemsworth had expertly tied him … And Evans had skilfully led his lapdog along in this surprise attack; this joke that had been taken too far, this violation on senses, this invasion of privacy …
As Sebastian lay there attempting to catch his breath, Chris and Hemsworth shuffled up to his torso.
“Strip him,” Evans ordered.
Hemsworth raised his eyebrows as he glanced down at Sebastian, who’s face became drenched in panic.
“Wh, what?” Sebastian’s jaw stretched open as he began to squirm harder than ever before, “N-no,” he said flatly, “No way, Chris, this is getting out of hand, you’re, you’re getting out of hand …!”
Evans glared at Hemsworth, acknowledging his hesitation.
Hemsworth accepted the look, a look that reminded him that he didn’t have much choice other than to obey, or else …
Sebastian had already sensed the power play between both men tormenting him, the difference in each of their body language …
He could tell Hemsworth was here due to manipulation or some form of blackmail, and therefore would be his key in stopping them from stripping him of his clothing.
“Don’t do it, Hemsworth,” Sebastian spat, his body jolting as Evans clawed onto the straps of his white vest, a vest now saturated in sweat, “Whatever he’s got on you, Hemsworth, we can deal with it! Just don’t fucking take my clothes off!”
Hemsworth closed his eyes and reached out to Sebastian’s vest.
Both he and Evans, perched either side of Sebastian, began to rip away at the material.
Sebastian could do nothing but moan and gasp, his expression boiling with concern as he scowled down at his chest where he witnessed his vest tear apart, the stretchy fabric ripping down the middle, exposing his taunt tanned stomach, hairy navel and large, shimmering pecs …
“Fuck! No! Fuck you! FUCK YOU, GUYS, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST —”
—Evans yanked the vest out from under Sebastian and discarded it to the floor, wasting no time in returning his clawing hands to Sebastian’s gym shorts.
Like zombies tearing into flesh, both he and Evans then began to rip away the shorts with effortless efficiency, their strong arms and passionate handiwork making the entire removal of clothing relatively easy to action …
Sebastian twisted and turned, yelled and cursed, his butt pressing down on the mattress to try and keep the shorts in place …
But they were torn away, his grunts and groans doing nothing to stop the shorts from leaving his waist …
Sebastian now lay, bound and angry, in white briefs and white socks, his golden skin glowing with perspiration as Evans curled his fingers around his ticklee’s left arm.
Sebastian swallowed down worry as he felt his friend pin his arm in place …
“You’re never gonna forget this,” Chris warned, “Mark my words …”
Suddenly, Evans threw the fingers of his free hand into the depths of Sebastian’s left armpit, all five of them penetrating the hairy, moist caverns with relentless force.
Sebastian exploded, laughter and breathless panting erupting out of his throat in the form of grainy, viscerally honest cries.
Hemsworth did the same to Sebastian’s right armpit, however he didn’t hold onto Sebastian’s arm - instead, he used all ten fingers to invade the hairy depths, his fingernails scratching at the fleshy skin, skin made far easier to explore thanks to the amount of sweat gathered in the core of Sebastian’s underarm.
The room became filled with Sebastians howls and bellows, his face creased with mania as his entire body convulsed and thrashed around, the wooden bed creaking and jolting from side to side as he squirmed and writhed over the mattress with an almost violent energy.
“AAHHHAHAHAHA NO, STOP, STOP, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NO, STOP, STOP — PLEASE — AAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHA—”
Between the deafening howls, Sebastian took quick breaths to beg, his pleading coming out in the form of short, desperate demands.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA—gasp—PLEASE—”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHH—gasp—STOP—”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA"—gasp—COME ON—”
But Evans and Hemsworth didn’t stop …
They continued to tickle torture their underwear, sock-clad subject with relentless force, exploring the very centre of his armpits unapologetically and without mercy.
Chris would often jab at Sebastian’s left side and waist, causing him to jolt in surprise …
Hemsworth couldn’t help but grin, the overwhelming sense of power that came with toying with someone in a position like this causing him to almost go dizzy …
“THIS IS INSANE—” Sebastian cried, still unable to fathom his circumstance, “—THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE—” he admitted, struggling to find the words to describe an ordeal so unexpectedly handed to him, “—YOU’RE BOTH FUCKING EVIL—” he declared, “—THIS SUCKS! …”
Evans and Hemsworth chuckled to themselves as Sebastian attempted to grapple with what was happening to him, his mind clearly unable to compartmentalise the actions taking place over his body from the hips upward.
Sebastian’s eyes shot down to his left foot as soon as he felt Evans fingers hook around his sock.
“No—” he spluttered breathlessly, breathing in through flared nostrils as he started to protest in loud shouts, “—NO NO, NO NO, NO NO, NO, NO, NO, NO NO, N-N-N, N-NO, NO —”
Hemsworth shuffled down to the right bottom corner of the bed where he began to remove Sebastian’s right sock …
Sebastian’s NO’S had started to sound more like a noise, due to him shouting them so quickly …
“—NUNUNUNONUNUNONUNUNONUNONUNUNUNONUNUNO—” He babbled.
Evans simply responded to Sebastian’s noises with a sinister, “Oh yes, yes, yes …” as he successfully yanked away Sebastian’s sock, despite Sebastian twisting his foot around and attempting to plant his sole over the surface of the mattress.
Hemsworth struggled, the length of material caught under the rope, rope that Hemsworth was about to untie so he could take the sock off until …
“—NO!” Evans snapped at Hemsworth, his face transforming into a fierce snarl, “Never untie them, not even for a second …”
Hemsworth nodded quickly as Sebastian started to kick his leg, more waves of disbelief and astonishment washing over him, now in the form of maddened giggles.
“This is fucked up!” Sebastian heaved, “Hemsworth, yeah! Do it, man, untie me you sonovabitch!”
Hemsworth felt his cheeks boil pink as he ignored his friend, instead choosing to take a little longer with his sock removal than his professional counterpart on the other side of the bed.
Sebastian’s toes curled and scrunched as Hemsworth pulled off the sock.
“NO, FUCK, DAMNIT—” Sebastian, now laying in just his underwear, wasted no time in thrashing around as both ticklers took their fingers and began to stroke and scratch over the silky smooth landscape that made up both of Sebastian’s soles.
The forty year old exploded once again, this time louder, this time harder, his hysteria leaving the very depths of his stomach in the form of deep, grainy growls, his laughter breathless, uncontrollable and coarse.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—STOP—AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA—PLEASE—AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—”
Hemsworth’s ears rang as the laughter continued to press against the side of his face, it’s volume so loud that once again, Hemsworth found himself worrying about the neighbours …
Evans orders broke Hemsworth from out of his moment of neighbourly consideration.
“Hemsworth! Its hairbrush time …”
Hemsworth shot his eyes down to the floor as Evans threw a hairbrush over to his side.
“Side to side on his feet,” Evans demanded, his voice raised so that Hemsworth could hear him over the sound of Sebastian’s high pitched laughter, “Go for the arch, the toes, I can already tell those areas are gonna drive him wild!”
Sebastian glanced down at Chris with raised eyebrows, his upper lip now lined with perspiration.
“What? How the fuck do you—” he bounced and bucked on the spot, his tone drenched in worry, “—You fucking FREAK!”
Evans uncapped the bottle of baby oil once sitting quietly on the coffee table, its time to shine being right now, the liquid pouring generously out over the sole of Sebastian’s left foot.
“Fuck, what, what, what, what the—” Sebastian’s toes curled around the sparkling lotion as it saturated his foot with an additional layer of hyper sensitivity, “—that’s fucking gross, man! This is fucking unreal! Come on, that’s, that’s enough, that’s en—” Sebastian gasped when Evans threw the bottle of baby oil over to Hemsworth, who began to drizzle the same amount over his right foot, “—FUCK, HEMSWORTH, COME ON, MAN, NO, DON’T DO THIS, MAN, GUYS, BOTH OF YOU, LISTEN TO ME—”
Once both feet were soaked, Evans and Hemsworth began to scrub at Sebastians soles with the hairbrushes, both at the same time, both non stop, all one hundred plastic bristles rubbing and sliding across Sebastian’s silky, sleek soles …
The forty year old couldn’t take such tickling, not for a second longer …
His laughter was now so strained and so animalistic that he might as well be possessed by some form of tickle demon, a demon that had ravaged him internally and externally and refused to leave until every ounce of breath and energy had been forced out of his lungs …
And the worst part?
Evans hadn’t yet discovered Sebastian’s weak spot …
Sebastian’s face now glowed with sweat.
His lips were swollen, his eyes either squeezed shut to block out what was happening to him, or wide open and filled with tears as they looked down at Hemsworth and Chris …
His abs had never appeared so toned … After all, this was the biggest workout he’d ever taken part in, and without any prior chance to say if he even wanted to be part of it!
His ability to chose and decided had been removed, long ago.
Stripped from him, just like his socks, his vest, his gym shorts …
His pits were soaked with perspiration, his toes stretching and flexing, scrunching and curling …
The mattress beneath him was damp, a dark shape now forming around the outline of his body, proof that his skin and muscles were forcing as much energy out of him as they possibly could, whilst he endured this disturbing round of tickle torture …
This wasn’t a game or some fun, a prank or a silly trick …
The only ‘gag’ in this room lay in the shape of a ball and a strap, discarded nearly an hour ago in the corner …
This was torment.
“—AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHH—AAAAAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA—AHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHA—”
“—AHHHHAHAHA—HA—”
heave
heave
heave
Suddenly, Sebastian began to hyperventilate when Chris’s free hand slid up between his thighs.
He started to tickle around Sebastian’s taint, his fingernails scratching over a delicate space of flesh far too ticklish to comprehend.
The spot!
“Gotcha!” Evans cheered.
Sebastian arched his back, bouncing and bouncing and bouncing as his eyes bulged open and his laughter became senseless and without pause between breaths, the area between his thighs far too sensitive to be explored, let alone simply touched …
“OHNOAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—-AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHHH—AAHHAHAHAHAHHHHAAAAAHHAHAHAHA—AHHAHAHHHHHHAHHHHH—PLEASE STOP—AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHH—OHMYGOD—AHAHAHAHAAHAHHHHHHAAAAH—”
“—You like that, huh, Seb? You taking it like a man? You ticklish fucking pussy!”
Sebastian forced himself to ignore Evans and his abusive words, his aim to mostly just deal with the unbearable feeling taking place under his balls, a feeling that shot up and down his body like electricity, causing his arms and legs to spasm and squirm with rage and fury.
As Hemsworth proceeded in tickling Sebastian’s foot with the hairbrush, Evan’s focused purely on Sebastian’s taint, wanting to get a better feel for it’s ticklishness …
So, he began to tear away his underwear.
Sebastian couldn’t express alarm or shock like he did when they started to pull off his clothes - he was past that, now.
All he could do was heave and pant, splutter and mumble, his mouth unable to produce words or sentences, just maddening laughter and hysterical cries …
As Evan’s ripped away Sebastian’s briefs, Sebastians flaccid cock exposed itself, it’s large, thick length and hairless structure now flapping around with every twist and turn of his hips, the fleshy chunk smacking over the tops of his thighs and his abs as he continued to buck around like a fish out of water.
Having Sebastian naked this way, tickled beyond belief without given consent … His big balls, ticklish taint and sensitive soles all devoured at the same time …
All of it made Evans want to push his friend just that little bit further, into the realm of lunacy only the most skilled tickler could transport their lee …
“Here, copy me,” Evans ordered to Hemsworth breathlessly, his hand leaving the space between Sebastian’s thighs for now, where he instead chose to take his mouth towards Sebastian’s left foot.
Hemsworth gulped down hesitation, keen to do as he had been told to avoid Evans using his well kept information against him…
Hemsworth mirrored Evan’s moves and took his mouth down to Sebastian’s right foot.
“NO, NO, NO!” Sebastian cried, “NO, PLEASE, NO, DON’T DO THAT, DON’T DO THAT, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK—”
Evans and Hemsworth extended their tongues …
“NO, FUCK, DAMN, WHAT? WHAT! THIS IS FUCKED, THIS FUCKING ISN’T RIGHT—DON’T FUCKING DO THAT—”
… Their tongues made their way towards Sebastian’s toes …
“HOLY SHIT, PLEASE, STOP, NO, PLEASE, STOP, PLEASE, STOP, PLEASE, STOP, STOP, STOP, STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP—”
… Where they curled through their betweens, the tongues invading the exceptionally ticklish lengths of all ten of Sebastian’s toes, sending the man into an explosive convulsion of undeniable lunacy.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA—AHAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH—” there was no time to beg, Sebastian’s longest laugh yet leaving his mouth in a never ending cackle, “—AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAGHAHAHAHAHHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA—!!”
Only seconds after pushing Sebastian past his limit, he was nudged further by more unexpected attacks, this time from Hemsworth and Evan’s fingernails, fingernails that scratched across his soles at the same time as both of their tongues licked, sucked and wiggled over, around and between Sebastian’s toes.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH—OH GOD—AHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA—FUCK FUCK—AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA—”
The tickling persisted for what felt like forever, Sebastian’s begging, laughter and inability to now breathe clearly presented by the amount of pleading leaving his lips, the amount of thrashing and kicking taking place over the bed, the amount of pure volume sounding within this hired out home, until—
—Bzzzzzzzzzz!
Sebastian, Evans and Hemsworth all paused suddenly, the room filling with nothing but silence and Sebastian’s huffing …
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!
The door bell.
Sebastian lay naked, his toes soaked with saliva, his eyes shifting from Evans to Hemsworth.
“I’ll deal with this …” Evans declared.
He stood abruptly, leaving both Sebastian and Hemsworth in the room where he paused momentarily, to turn around and point an index finger at Sebastian.
“Say a word and we keep you here all night … Understood?”
Sebastian nodded quickly, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Evans turned away and then strolled confidently towards the front door.
He adjusted the collar of his polo shirt, wiped some sweat away from his forehead and then yanked the door open before the nosy neighbour had the chance to press the buzzer once again.
Evans was greeted by an elderly woman who wore red rimmed glasses and a ‘Make America Great Again’ cap.
“I’m sorry to bother you …” she placed both hands on her hips, “… But there is an awful lot of screaming, shouting and uh, dare I say … Begging … Coming from your property …”
Evans pressed his lips shut and flashed his eyebrows upward.
“ … Is everything alright in there?” The elderly woman stood on tip toes as she attempted to peer past Chris’s shoulder.
Chris stood between the door frame and the door, blocking out her view.
“You know what, lady? Everything is just fine. All that laughter you hear? That’s my buddy, Seb. We’ve got him tied up in the room in the back, and we’re tickling the shit out of him. In fact, we’ve been tickling the shit out of him all morning, mostly because we want to. And you know what? We plan on tickling the shit out of him for the rest of the day, maybe even through the night. We’re recording it, and everything. I’m gonna hold him to ransom, or the video goes viral. Hey! If he doesn’t play ball, who knows, you might get to see the video for yourself one day! So yeah, get used to the shouting and the screaming because, quite frankly, it’s gonna go on for hours … How does that sound?”
The elderly lady stood quietly, her jaw hanging down by the pearl necklace placed neatly around her neck.
“Oh,” the elderly lady stepped off the porch, “Well uh, I’ll uh, I’ll leave you boys to your fun …”
She then stumbled down the front garden, shaking her head, where she politely made her way back to her own home.
“Stupid bitch,” Chris mumbled, closing the door where he then locked it securely.
He turned around and sighed, heading to the fridge where he yanked it open and retrieved three ice cold beer bottles.
“Okay, Seb, I think we give you a break, explain why this is happening …” Chris yelled down the hall as he uncapped each beer, “… It has been an intense session, I admit - heck, you’ve probably never been naked around other men before, let alone bound naked! So, how about we…”
Chris made his way back into the room, watching his own feet as he walked.
“How about we take things back to old times; a few beers, a catch up, a—”
As he lifted his head, his mouth dropped open.
Sebastian stood naked, soaked in sweat, with untied rope still dangling from his wrists and ankles …
He glared at Chris, a furious expression saturating his face as his fists curled into balls.
Beside Sebastian, Hemsworth stood with the ball gag dangling from his right index finger.
He looked smug, uncaring of what Chris would do with the information he had used against him, happy to turn the tables, just like Sebastian had persuaded him to do whilst Chris stood talking to an eighty year old Trump supporter at the door.
Chris edged away, cradling the beer bottles at his chest.
“Okay, alright, look, let’s sit down, have a beer—”
Despite all the laughter and forced smiling, Sebastian still had enough energy in his face to provide Chris with a large, sadistic grin.
“Time we had a little chat, Evans …”
F O U R Y E A R S E A R L I E R . . .
Evans stood in a white jock strap in the middle of a darkened room, a spotlight shining down from the ceiling over his body.
His hands dangled by his sides as the smartly dressed, champagne sipping audience surrounding him watched on in silence, all of their faces masked by black oval shaped plastic.
In an electric wheelchair, a frail old man rolled into the light, his illness riddled body dressed in a oversized tuxedo.
Wires were plugged into his nose, drips attached to his veins, a ventilator had been strapped to his wheelchair …
He could barely lift his head, however his eyes were still able to travel over Evans, from his creamy smooth size ten feet, up his muscular legs, past his jock strap contained bulge, over his structured abs, all the towards his broad chest and handsome, typically American face.
“Welcome b-back …” the old man wheezed, “… I’ve missed you.”
Evans closed his eyes and offered the old man a polite smile.
“I’ve missed you too, John.”
John lifted his shaking right hand where he reached into his tuxedo and removed a handkerchief, using it to dab away some dribble from the corner of his mouth.
From behind John stood Miller, who was also dressed in a tuxedo.
Miller held his hands behind his back, stepping out from behind John where he made eye contact with Evans.
“Mr. Evans,” Miller spoke with charm and booming volume, his voice echoing around the room, “It is with immense pride that I welcome you officially into our circle. After years of proving your worth, of securing us some of the best financial security we’ve ever had, not to mention some of the most promising ticklees we could ever of dreamed of getting our hands on… I can finally announce your title, within this house …”
Evans nodded, his expression blank.
He knelt down before John and lowered his head honourably.
Miller stepped forwards and from behind his back, he produced a mask.
The mask was oval shaped and plastic, just like the masks covering the audiences faces, however instead of being black this mask was white.
It shimmered in the spotlight, unused, not marked, brand new, it’s surface reflecting the beam so much that Evans had to squint.
“You shall now officially be known as …”
Miller reached forwards slowly as he attached the mask to Evan’s head,
“… The Masked Tickler …”
N O W .
Sebastian and Hemsworth sat in the living room of the rented home, side by side on the couch.
The sound of laughter and begging came from Hemsworth’s iPhone as they watched a tickle porn video from a production company called ‘My Buddies Feet’.
In the video, a handsome man in his thirties lay strapped naked to a table, his feet and underarms tickled by two muscular men.
“Is this where he got the idea from?” Sebastian asked, mostly to himself.
Hemsworth lifted his shoulders, unable to take his eyes away from the content sitting in his palm.
“I uh, I don’t think even these guys are aware of the shit Evans is involved with,” Hemsworth murmured, “The place he took me, it was, I dunno … Mysterious … Purposefully secret. Everyone wore masks, everything felt —”
“—Planned,” Seb glanced at his friend beside him.
Hemsworth nodded quietly.
Sebastian continued to watch the model on the table endure a hairbrush to the sole, a feather under his chin, his reactions hysterical and loud, much like his own just fifteen minutes ago.
“What the fuck is going on …” Seb whispered, his right hand covering his face, “… He’s a friend, a damn friend, and he blackmailed you into fucking take me off the street, tying me down … All so he could tickle me? What is he, eight years old? This is fucked, man …”
Hemsworth pressed pause on the video.
He turned to Seb and raised his eyebrows.
“What do you wanna do?” He asked.
Sebastian stared into the carpet, seated in towel from the bathroom wrapped tightly around his waist, the rope marks still present on his wrists and ankles, shreds of his underwear still laying in the bedroom with the rest of his clothes, clothes than Evans had literally torn from his body …
He thought about how Evans had stripped him, manhandled him, exposed parts of him without his consent …
He thought about the humiliation, how physically exhausted he had been made to feel, how bewildered he was by the circumstance he had been forced into …
One minute he was ready to hit the gym, the next he lay naked and panting, with both Chris’ tickling his toes with their tongues …
Sebastian turned to Hemsworth and provided his answer, clearly and confidently.
“I wanna find out why the fuck he did this.”
Evans lay on his front on the dining table, hog tied with some additional rope Hemsworth had purchased when worrying if the white might not be enough for Sebastian.
The same ball gag that had been stuffed in Sebastian’s mouth now sat wedged inside Evans mouth - proving just much the tables had turned, in regards to who now had the upper hand.
Sebastian and Hemsworth approached Evans, who groaned into his gag and squirmed over the surface of the table, still dressed in his polo shirt, chinos and loafers.
He scowled at his captors; frustrated with his new position, pissed off that Hemsworth had let Seb go, disappointed that he couldn’t take both of them on, when they had jumped him only thirty minutes ago …
“If only that old lady hadn’t come a knockin’ …” Sebastian smirked, standing in just a towel, his arms folded across his chest, “… Oh, how the mighty have fallen …”
Hemsworth stood behind Seb with his hands in his pockets, his head lowered.
“MMGGHHH, MGGGHH! MGHHHAAAHHH—MPH! MPHHH! MPPPHH—GAHH—MPHH! MPPPPH —” Evans wriggled and bounced, his wrists and ankles bound too tightly together for him to escape, his fierce eyes mostly directed at Hemsworth as he shouted out his threats and protests to the thirty nine year old Aussie.
Sebastian placed his hand by his own ear, squinting in pretend focus.
“What’s that, Evans? We can’t hear you … You uh, you appear to have something stuck in your mouth …”
Evans growled as a line of dribble oozed from his swollen lips, his nostrils flaring, his stylish, quiffed hair falling out of place as sweat began to gather beneath the thin, expensive cotton of his polo shirt.
“MMGGHHH, MGGGHH! MGHHHAAAHHH—MPH! MPHHH! MPPPHH—GAHH—MPHH! MPPPPH —” he groaned.
Hemsworth winced as he tried to make out the words Evans attempted to shout out behind his gag.
“I think we should take it out,” Hemsworth suggested, “We’ll need him to talk, anyways …”
Sebastian readjusted the towel around his waist, briefly exposing his manhood as he did so.
“Fine. It’s about time we heard the pig squeal …”
Sebastian strolled over to Evans and picked the ball gag out of his mouth.
Evans licked his lips and swallowed down a gathering amount of saliva, wasting no time at all in expressing his fury.
“You sonovabitch, Hemsworth! You’ve really fucked it now! You and your wife will be over by the time I’m outta this! I promised you, as a friend, security … And this is the way you chose to go? By fucking me over? You’re screwed, you stupid mother fucker! I can’t believe you’d do this to me, you fucking son of a— MPPHHHH—”
Sebastian stuffed the gag back into Evan’s mouth.
“God he’s annoying …”
Seb turned around to face Hemsworth as Chris continued to scream and shout behind the plastic ball wedged between his teeth.
“What is he talking about? Security? You and your wife …?” Seb asked.
Hemsworth sighed as he pinched his nose.
“I’ve been having an affair, Seb …” he avoided his friends gaze, his blue eyes staring towards a window where the blinds had been closed, “Evans and these, these people he’s associated himself with, they have proof … Pictures, text messages, evidence of me and, and this woman, being together …” Hemsworth began to pace around the dining room nervously, “… He said he’d leak them to the press if I didn’t do as he asked, if I didn’t successfully get you here, tied up, for him …”
Seb blinked, placing both hands on his hips.
“What the fuck …?” Were all the words he could manage.
Hemsworth held his hands up in surrender.
“I had to do it, Seb! I had no choice! My wife and I, we’re trying to make things work, for the kids, the rest of the family! I couldn’t just—”
“—MPHHH! MPHH! MPHHHH! GYNMMPPP! MPH—” Evans wriggled across the dining room table, as if desperate for Hemsworth to stop speaking.
Sebastian huffed, a little overwhelmed by the reasonings behind his capture.
“Okay, al, alright,” he declared, his hands slipping off his hips, “Here’s what we’re gonna do …” he turned around to face Evan’s hogtied body, “… We’re gonna find out why it was so important that you—” Sebastian pointed his index finger at Evans, “—Had to tickle the shit outta me on camera. Your gag is coming off, and you’re gonna talk … And if you don’t, well, you’ll be getting some of the same treatment you inflicted on me, but oh boy, a thousand times worse, you sick little bastard …”
Evans violently shook his head, muffling behind the gag, his wriggling now more persistent that before.
“MPPHHHH! MPHHH! MPHHHH—”
“—Oh man!” Hemsworth fist pumped the air, “Payback’s a bitch! You’re gonna suffer, Evans, mark my—”
Seb spun on his heels, the same index finger he used to point at Evans now pointing at Hemsworth.
“—You’re not out of the woods yet, you little fuck bag…” Sebastian warned, “… You tricked me into coming here, over powered me, gagged me, tied me the fuck up, had me thinking this was all some kinda twisted joke … You wanna talk payback? We’ll talk payback, Hemsworth …”
Hemsworth smirked, his excitement dropping.
He then took slow steps towards Sebastian, his tall, muscular frame overshadowing the forty year old, his height peering down at Seb with all of his Thor-like wonder.
Sebastian cleared his throat, his eyes now staring into Hemsworth’s chest as Evans continued to shout behind his gag.
“Sebastian,” Hemsworth spoke in a deep growl, “I’m going to take this moment to remind you that I know your weak spots, you do not know mine …”
Sebastian pursed his lips and nodded quietly.
“Look,” Sebastian stepped away from Hemsworth, “Let’s work together. Okay … You untied me, you got me outta this shit, so it’s cool, I uh, I forgive you …” he turned to look down at Evans, who had now dribbled so much a puddle of saliva had gathered on the dining room table beneath his chin, “… How about you take his feet, I take his sides … And we both ask the questions?”
Hemsworth nodded, smiling politely at Sebastian.
“Consider it done …”
Both men then began to approach Evans.
Sebastian picked the ball gag out of the forty one year olds mouth as Hemsworth started to peel Evans left loafer away from his heel.
As soon as Evans had the ability to speak, he didn’t hesitate in showcasing his rage, his toes curling as Hemsworth removed his right loafer.
“You, you guys think I can’t take some fucking tickling, you damn assholes? I've been doing this for years! I can take you both, you shit heads, you can do your worst, I’m keeping my mouth shut, no matter how hard you try to—HA! AGH! HAHA! AHAHA! Damnit! Fuck! Hemsworth, quit it! Ahhh! Aghh! HAHAHA! Fuck, damnit, shit—”
Evans wriggled in his hogtie, his feet attempting to cross over each other as Hemsworth gently ran his fingertips over both of Evans bare soles.
“You should wear socks with your loafers, Evans,” Hemsworth pinched his nose, “Your feet stink—”
“—Fuck you, Hemsworth! My feet don’t smell, you sonovabitch! Fuck! AGH! HAHA! DAMN, DAMN YOU—” Evans grunted and groaned as Sebastian began to poke at his sides with his thumb and index finger, jabbing at his waist and hips, his ribcage and his pecs, “—STOP! FUCK YOU, SEB! Agh! HA! HAHAH! HAHAHA! HAHAA! HAHA—”
“—Why did you do this?” Sebastian asked, suddenly climbing onto the dining room table where he straddled Evans and began to dig his fingers into both of his sides at the same time, “Are you just a little pervert?" Sebastian’s questions came out of his mouth in the form of stern shouts, “Why me, huh? Why not Hemsworth? Why not someone else? Why not someone who isn’t your god damn friend?!”
Hemsworth could tell Sebastian was passionate in getting a response - Seb had clearly pushed away any care of his own nudity as the towel around his waist began to fall free around his back, exposing his ass and balls as he sat straddling Evans.
“THAT’S RIGHT—” Evans heaved, his entire body thrashing beneath Sebastian’s as Hemsworth continued to tickle his feet, “—I’m a pervert! That’s why I did it, I have a, a tickle crush on you, there, I said it, I sa, sa, s —AGH! AGAHAHAHA! AGHHAAHAHA—” Hemsworth discovered a weak spot between Evan’s left big and index toe, “—NOT THE TOES! LEAVE THE TOES ALONE, YOU SHIT HEAD, YOU MOTHER FUCKING SHHAAAH! AHAHAAH! AHAHAA! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHHA! AAAAHHHH! AHAHAAHAH—”
“—You’re lying!” Sebastian proclaimed, “You could’ve just asked me to let you do something like that!” He went harder at Evans sides, aggressively tickling his meaty torso just above his waist, “You didn’t have to get Hemsworth to kidnap me, you fuck bag! You didn’t have to record it, you shithead!” Sebastian’s ruthless revenge caused Evans to laugh and shout harder, his polo shirt now sticking to his sweaty back.
“Where was the place you took me?” Hemsworth chimed in, holding Evans left foot in place by grabbing his big toe with his index finger and thumb, “Why was everyone wearing masks? Why did you put a hood over my head?” Hemsworth scratched and tickled all over Evans exposed sole as he shouted out the question he felt too desperate to not ask, “How did you find out about my affair?!”
Evans howled into the surface of the dining room table as Sebastian worked his way up towards his pits.
“It’s just a group of friends!” Evans cried, “We get together every so often, we all have a, a thing for tickling! I felt like I couldn’t tell you guys! I, I was AHH! AHHHAAHH! AHHAHH! Em, em, embarrAH! AHH! AHHSED!” He spat and spluttered out his answers, clamping his arms against his sides in an attempt to stop Sebastian from entering his underarms, “I’m, I’m serious, boys! I’m, I’m telling you the truth, I’m telling you the troo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooooth!” He squealed.
Hemsworth shook his head, letting go of Evans feet as he stepped away and began to head back into the room Sebastian had been tied in.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Sebastian tried to pull the towel back around his waist, the more it fell away from his body, “Hemsworth, get back here—”
“—I’m getting the baby oil and hairbrushes …” Hemsworth declared, his mighty presence leaving the dining room momentarily, “… I wanna hear the bitch scream—”
“—Ohhh fuck!” Sebastian cheered, “Yeah! They tickled like crazy, you’re gonna spill everything now, Evans!”
Evans hissed as Sebastian continued to tickle around his sides, “I fucking introduced those people to baby oil and hairbrushes!” He wriggled under Sebastian’s straddle, “No matter how long you do this, Seb, I’m keeping shit to myself, I’ve got more stamina then you’ll dare to—”
Suddenly, Evans jolted like a bucking bronco as soon as the baby oil landed over his soles.
Hemsworth stood back at his feet, pouring the liquid over his toes, heels and arches, allowing the oil to stain Evans expensive trousers as droplets scattered over the dining room table.
“No! Fuck, that’s, that’s too much! That’s too much oil, damnit! These chinos are Ralph Lauren, you imbecile—” Evans protested.
Sebastian grinned as he climbed off of Evans, once again exposing his manhood to Hemsworth as the towel flapped upwards.
“I think those chinos need come off …” Sebastian announced.
He readjusted his towel and then slid off the dining room table where he strolled towards the kitchen, “There’s gotta be some scissors around here somewhere …”
“I have no idea how this feels,” Hemsworth teased, as he began to run a hairbrush over Evans right, lubricated sole, “But judging by Seb’s reaction earlier, you’re in for some well deserved tickle torture, Evans!”
“FUCK YOU, HEMSWORTH!” Evans cried, his hogtied body thrashing and squirming on the spot as he fell into a breathless state of heavy laughter and non stop giggling, “You’re fucked! You’re fucked, mark my words! You just wait till I tell them what you’ve done, your marriage is over, you’ll never see your wife again!”
Hemsworth tickled harder, the anxiety Evans words created causing him to inflict tougher revenge in an attempt to block out the worry bubbling within his mind.
“We’re not letting you go till you promise you’ll keep that information to yourself, you miserable wanker!” Hemsworth’s Australian accent arrived unapologetically as he gathered Evan’s feet around his chest and rubbed the hairbrush across his soles, non stop, sending the American ex-Avenger into a maddening convulse, his laughter now louder than ever.
“FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, HEMSWORRAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAAH-AAHAHAHAHA-AAHAHAHAHAHAAAATHHHH—!”
His laughter echoed all the way out into the kitchen, where Sebastian explored cupboards and drawers for a pair of scissors.
“There’s no way it’s just about me,” Sebastian muttered to himself, obsessed with finding out why Evans wanted to record him being tickle tortured, “There’s no way it’s just about me,” he repeated, pulling out a drawer filled with staples, sticky tape and —
“—SCISSORS!”
Sebastian grabbed the scissors and ran back to the dining room, his towel once again almost falling off his waist.
“Hold still, you pussy ass bitch!” Seb growled, his hand steadily taking the scissors towards Evans polo shirt where he successfully cut through the material with two effortless slices.
“Seb, you fuck stain! These clothes aren’t cheap!” Evans bucked as Hemsworth dragged the hairbrush across his left sole, “AGH! AHAHAHA! AGAHHHH! AGAHAHAHA! YOU’RE PAYING FOR THIS!”
Sebastian cut another long slice down the back of Evans trouser waist band, where his bare ass popped free.
“No underwear, Evans?” Sebastian cocked an eyebrow as he put the scissors down on the floor, in the corner of the room, “Now I know what you’re truly like, this actually doesn’t surprise me …”
As Sebastian returned to Evans, Hemsworth paused on tickling his soles and helped his friend in ripping Evans out of his clothes, just like Evans had done to Seb.
“Damn—” Evans huffed and panted, “—You mother fuckers!” He cussed and squirmed, “Fuck, holy shit—” he gasped, Sebastian’s strong arms ripping apart his polo shirt, exposing his muscular back and toned, beefy arms, arms that were still tied together around the bottom of his spine, “Hemsworth! Go easy, man! Fuck! You buffoons! You’re gonna wish you never did th—”
“Why’s that?” Sebastian pressed, “You got some power you’re not telling us about? Come on, Evans, tell us about it,” he urged, “What the fuck is going on, huh? Why are you kidnapping and tickling your friends?”
Hemsworth tore Evans chinos away from his thighs, ripping them up the calf, Evans large legs bulging free from his clothing as it was stripped away from him.
“Why are you fucking with us?” Hemsworth threw the remains of the chinos away, stepping back as acknowledged how naked Evans now lay, hogtied and nude, his well built body bound and ready for the taking, “Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?”
Sebastian whispered a quick, “Fuck it,” and grabbed the towel around his waist.
He then yanked it off of his body, throwing it across the dining room.
Naked and determined, Sebastian climbed back onto the dining room table as a fully clothed Hemsworth felt his jaw drop.
Sebastian straddled Evans once again, his large cock landing over Evans ass cheeks as he sat over his butt.
“Tell us what’s going on, Evans …” Sebastian warned, his voice deep and unsettling, “… It’s only the afternoon … Whose to say we can’t keep you here all day, all week, all month …”
Sebastian began to tickle Evans waist, his fingers jabbing around the chunky flesh above and around his hips, causing Evans to twist and thrash, his shouts and protests leaving his throat in the form of grainy, uncertain moans.
“STOP! You ass hole! FUCK! THIS ISN’T HOW THIS WAS MEANT TO GO, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, YOU’RE BOTH DICKS—” Evans hissed as Hemsworth returned to his feet, applying more baby oil, tickling it into his soles and toes whilst picking up the hairbrush with his free hand …
As Evans squirmed beneath Sebastian, his butt rubbed up against Seb’s cock, causing it to harden into a semi, much to Sebastian’s surprise.
Evans, feeling the girth pressed against his ass, turned his head around where he scowled at Seb, his feet twisting beneath the plastic bristles currently gliding across his soles.
“Are you fucking enjoying this, you faggot?” Evans bounced and clenched his teeth, Sebastians fingers now tickling around his shoulders and neck, “You’re hard, you mother fucker! God damn, you’re hard!”
Sebastian looked down at his growing cock and shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, I think I’m getting off on punishing you for what you did,” Sebastian confidently admitted, “And I’m okay with that! I think I’m entitled to enjoy seeing you squirm, after what you did to me, you shit bag!”
As Hemsworth continued to tickle Evans soles with the brush, realisation momentarily washed over him.
“He’s not gonna break …” Hemsworth announced, “… He’s been tickled like this before, by Christ knows who, and God knows when … Maybe by more people, maybe harder, worse than what we’re doing now …”
Sebastian slowed down his tickling as he turned over his shoulder to face Hemsworth.
“He’s … An expert, at this … A pro,” Hemsworth continued, the brush now leaving Evans sole entirely, “He knows what he can take, and he can take a lot … We’re wasting our time …”
Sebastian’s weight sunk over Evans as he deflated, his eyes narrowing down at Evans head as it turned and lay on its side, his face squashed against the surface of the dining room table.
“Finally!” Evans cheered, “One of you stupid losers has realised that I’m not a damn pussy … I can take this all day, all week, all month …” he repeated Sebastians threats with glee, “… And I wouldn’t break a sweat! You fuckers can let me go now, I’ve got shit to get on with …”
Sebastian planted his hands over Evans butt cheeks, where he began to think about what to do next.
If he can’t be broken physically …
We break him mentally …
Tie him up in the back yard, on the grass, naked so the same neighbour that complained about the noise could see …?
Strap him to the roof of the car, tape some electric toothbrushes to his balls, drive around Hollywood so everyone can hear his laughter?
As Sebastian wondered, he drew circles over Evans butt, his index finger nearing the forty one year olds taint …
Suddenly, Evans thrashed on the spot, just once.
A violent thrash, his hogtied body shifting the dining room table a few inches across the floor.
His legs clamped together, his thighs catching Sebastians finger between their muscular hold.
Sebastian raised both eyebrows quickly as he felt Evans entire body stiffen beneath him.
He watched Evans clench his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut …
“Hemsworth …” Sebastian grinned, “… Help me get him into the bedroom … I think I know what to do …”
***
Evans, still hogtied, landed on the same mattress Sebastian had been tied to with a heavy bounce.
“No, pl, please,” Evans panicked, his voice breathless and saturated in concern, “I, I can tell you why, but not why they want you, Seb,” Evans felt Sebastian and Hemsworth begin to untie his ankles, “Is that okay? Ple, ple, please, anything but my a—”
“—Nope, that’s not okay,” Sebastian decided, grunting as he removed the rope from Evans right ankle, “I want to know why you wanted to record me, why it’s tickling, and why you chose me, and I wanna know who these masked people are, the ones Hemsworth keeps talkin’ about …”
Evans began to kick his right leg as soon as it gained some freedom, but Sebastian made sure to keep enough rope looped around his ankle, so that he could pull it down to the right corner of the mattress.
“No! I, I can’t, I just can’t, they’ll, they’ll go crazy if I tell you everything!” Evans whined, “Please, don’t do this, I can’t stand it there, I’m gonna piss myself, I sweat to god, you’ll have damn piss on your hands if you even think about tickling me th—”
“—Shut your mouth, Evans!” Hemsworth snapped, taking Evans left ankle and pulling it down to the left corner of the bed, “Do as Seb says, and whilst you’re at it, you can bloody well tell me how you found out about my affair, you manipulative little shit!”
Evans tried to turn around to face his ticklers, but with his legs now tied apart and his body laid out on its front, all he could do was twist and crane his neck from left to right uncomfortably, his naked body now splayed out so that his thighs were spread.
Sebastian stroked his chin in admiration as his cock began to steadily lift.
“Americas ass indeed …” Sebastian smirked, kneeling down between Evans legs, his eyes shifting up to Hemsworth, “He had feathers too, right?”
Hemsworth nodded, revealing two feathers from behind his back.
“No, no, no, please,” Evans begged breathlessly, “I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! Just don’t—” Suddenly, Evans began to scream as both Hemsworth and Sebastian began to tickle his balls, cock and taint with their feathers, ensuring the tickle tools actioned a delicate and gentle glide across both of his butt cheeks non stop, “AGHHHHAHAHAHAAGHAAHAAAAAA—notmyass—AGHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAHA—notmyballs—AGHHAHAHAHAHAHAAGAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHAHA—pleaseguysfuckseriously—AGHHHHAAAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAAAAAA—”
Sebastian and Hemsworth continued to tickle Evans butt with their feathers, knowing full well they needed him to stop laughing to gain their information, but Evans howls and please, his begging and his shouting sounded too good to silence …
“PLEASE, PLEASE, NOT THERE, I’LL DO ANYTHING, MY GOD, GOD ALIVE, NOT THERE, OH MAN, OH BOY, COME ON, GUYS, SERIOUSLY THAT’S ENOUGH, OKAY I’LL TALK, I’LL TALK, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, THEY’RE CALLED THE HOUSE OF WHITE FEATHERS—”
Sebastian and Hemsworth slowed down their feather tickling, but they didn’t stop entirely.
“… The House of White What …?” Sebastian stroked Evans taint with his feather, causing him to grunt and twist, his ass jiggling with every buck of his hips or thrash of his waist, “What the fuck is that? Some kinda tickle cult?”
Evans winced as Hemsworth dragged his feather around his balls, his wrists trying their hardest to pull at the rope binding his hands behind his back.
“Yes! Exactly that! A, a cult, we, we manipulate the famous into starring in, in tickle videos, X rated content, anything we want them to! They sell, to thousands and, and thousands across the world, high p-p-paying cust, customers …” Evans huffed and panted, his juicy butt shaking as Hemsworth slid his feather up his taint, “Seb, your video was gonna go for a few million … I, I was under strict orders to use the content against you, to make you do another, and another, and another …”
Sebastian wiggled his feather between Evans thighs as the forty one year old wriggled his hips, his butt cheeks clapping as he squirmed.
“Well holy shit …” he mumbled, shock and disbelief saturating his face, “… Have you ever told anyone about this before?”
Evans shook his head quickly, his head of hair now hanging over his face.
“And the mere idea of us tickling your ass non stop, for the rest of the day, was enough for you to let the cat out of the bag?” Hemsworth asked, as he watched Evans quickly nod his head.
“Damn,” Sebastians cock was now fully erect, “I can see why you’d pay a lot for something as special as that …" he increased the feathers speed, the sharp yet soft edges of the tool now wiggling across the bottom of Evans naked spine, “… Like, it’s okay to think this shit up, but to actually do it to people? Damn, Evans, you’re insane … Who else have you got involved? What other guys have you forced into this shit? Anyone I know? You better not of gone for Tom … That kid is precious, he’s not made for—”
“—STYLES—” Evans heaved, Hemsworth’s feather now gliding closer to his hole, “Chalamet, Bieber, Cavill, Bassett… YOU … You were on their list, I, I did my best to—”
Evans giggled as Hemsworth wiggled his feather across his hole, the hairy yet sensitive gap of flesh now victim to the feather for as long as Hemsworth liked.
“—There’s a list …?” Hemsworth and Seb locked eyes, “Man, this is fucked,” Hemsworth bit his upper lip in focus, Evans ass shaking working as enough evidence that his hole was the most ticklish part of his body, “Why are you doing this? You’re rich enough, you don’t need the money …”
Evans arched his back, stretching his arms down to his butt as much as he could, his fingers reaching out in an attempt to block the feathers from tickling his ass.
“It’s a, a man’s dying wish …” Evans explained, his words quiet, his breathing strained, his eyes watering, “… The, the guys I mentioned, Harry, Timmy, every, everyone … They’re not the only ones who’ve been manipulated …” Evans gave up trying to reach back across his ass, "… I once was too …” he revealed.
Sebastian and Hemsworth looked at each other in confusion.
“This stops now,” Sebastian declared.
He stopped tickling Evans and got to his feet, making his way to the iPhone attached to the tripod, where it had filmed all of Sebastian’s session and Evans moment on the bed.
Hemsworth continued to make Evans suffer by running the feather up and down his taint, causing Evans to splutter and curse into the mattress, entirely unable to have his ass touched in such a way …
“You’re deleting the video?” Hemsworth asked, “We’ve literally got a confession, Seb …”
Sebastian shook his head as he picked the iPhone off of the camera stand.
“Nope,” he announced, “I’m saving the video …” he tapped his fingertips over the iPhone screen, “… So I can edit it …”
Evans groaned as his ass continued to be tickled by Hemsworth, “Come on, guys, please, just stop, I’m already in for a world of shit now they know I’ve —”
“—How would they know?” Hemsworth stroked Evans left butt cheek with his feather, “We’ve not shared anything with anyone, it’s just us three in this—”
“—They always know,” Evans explained, his words leaving his mouth in a disgruntled mumble, “They always have a way …”
Sebastian threw the iPhone onto the bed where it landed with a bounce beside Evans head.
“There. All the footage of me has been cut out and deleted. The video is now just of you, ass on full display, Evans and I reducing you to a tearful mess whilst you explain everything to us …” Sebastian folded his arms triumphantly, “… What a pussy you are! Damn, one moment your laughing in our faces, proclaiming how experienced you are, how much you won’t break, and the next moment you’re telling all, just because we rubbed some feathers on your butt …”
Evans sighed out relief as Hemsworth stopped tickling his ass and got to his feet.
“These people, Sebastian,” Hemsworth pocketed the feather, “They wont stop. I think they’re too powerful for just us to deal with …”
Sebastian nodded in agreement.
“If we can’t stop them, we can at least try to stop who they go for next …”
Hemsworth knelt back down by Evans ass and gently wiggled his index finger around his taint.
Evans thrashed and kicked, laughter exploding out of his mouth as he screamed out a loud, “NOOOOOOOOOOO—”
Hemsworth stopped.
The room fell silent.
“Who’s next, Evans?”
Evans paused, his body stiff, his ass exposed, his ticklish taint on show …
Sebastian stepped forwards.
“If you don’t tell us, Evans, I call up Downey Junior, Renner, Pratt … I’m sure they can all come here with a feather. Get it out of you, one way or another … All five of us, on that peachy ass of yours—”
Evans pressed his lips shut, his eyes wide open as he shook his head.
Hemsworth stroked his finger across Evans taint once again.
Evans arched his back and bounced on the spot, squeezing his eyes closed as his his once clamped down lips pulled apart and laughter exploded out of his mouth.
Sebastian raised his voice, “Who is it, Evans!” He knelt down beside Hemsworth and used the feather to tickle Evans butt cheeks, “Tell us, and we stop!”
Evans cackled and screamed, his breath short, the spine of his back shimmering with sweat…
“I CAN’T—” Evans cried, “—THEY’LL FUCKING RUIN ME—” He heaved, “—PLEASE, NOT MY ASS—”
Hemsworth now used ten fingers to tickle Evans taint and balls, whilst Sebastian continued to stroke the feather over both of Evans now jiggling ass cheeks.
“Fine,” Sebastian shrugged, “Then I’m giving our friends a call, they’ll be here in less than ten min—”
“—I GENUINELY DON’T KNOW—” Evans bellowed, his head turning over his shoulder as he tried to catch his ticklers in the eye, “—THERE’S ALWAYS AT LEAST A DOZEN CONSIDERED AT A TIME, I’M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH, PLEASE, STOP, STOP, STOP—”
Evans bucked his hips and waist up and down, his ass cheeks wobbling with every thrust as Sebastian’s feather began to stroke up and down the middle of his taint, joining Hemsworth’s fingers in the torture.
“You’re telling us you don’t know one person,” Hemsworth growled, “One person who might be nex—”
“—Lerman!” Evans spat, “Lo, Logan Lerman …” he snarled into the mattress, disappointed with his lack of loyalty to The House of White Feathers, fearful of what ticklish situations his betrayal would produce, “… Logan Lerman was on the list …”
Sebastian looked at Hemsworth as Hemsworth stood and joined his side.
“Looks like we’re giving Logan a call,” Sebastian decided, “You know how we—”
—Suddenly, Sebastian felt the presence of someone removed from all three mens current circumstance.
He and Hemsworth slowly turned around, where the found an elderly woman wearing red rimmed glasses and a ‘make America great again’ cap on her grey head of hair.
Sebastian, standing entirely naked, did nothing but stare at the woman with a frown pressed across his forehead.
“Can we help you?” Sebastian asked, as Hemsworth stood in front of his friend in an attempt to hide his modesty.
The elderly woman looked down at Evans, who lay tied to the bed naked, face down, his legs spread, his ass perky and raised …
“I uh, for, forgive me,” The elderly woman placed her shaking hand over her mouth, “The, the front door was open, I heard screaming and begging, like I did earlier and my, my husband, he, he wanted me to check and see if …”
Sebastian stood in view from behind Hemsworth, his erection understandably decreasing.
“It’s fine, ma’am. There’s nothing to see here. We’re just having some fun …” he turned to Evans, who looked at Seb with a worried expression, “… But the fun’s over now,” Sebastian declared.
The elderly woman pointed at Evans, her trembling index finger aimed at his butt.
“Is … Is that Captain America, from, from the movies?” She asked innocently.
Sebastian knelt down and picked up the remains of his vest, shorts, underwear and socks, as Hemsworth went to pick up the iPhone from beside Evan’s face.
“Yup,” Hemsworth confirmed, “That’s him … Oh, and that ass of his?” Hemsworth reached into his pocket, handing the elderly lady his feather, “Do me a favour and find out if it’s ticklish, will you?”
Sebastian patted the elderly ladies shoulder gently as he and Hemsworth left the bedroom, “Atta girl …”
“No, guys, come on, seriously, untie me, at least let one leg lose, I can’t do this, not with her, not like this—”
Evans began to panic as the elderly lady grinned …
“Hey, lady! Get away from me! Put that feather down, you little bitch! No, fuck, damnit, hey, hey, stop, stop, please, lady, NO—”
The bedroom door slowly swung shut, leaving nothing but Evans’ screams and laughter contained within the rented home as Sebastian and Hemsworth picked up his car keys, jumped into his bright green Ferrari and drove down the street and into the sunset, where they’d located The House of White Feathers next victim, before the cult could do so themselves.
SEBASTIAN STAN WILL RETURN.