This story is written by @thewestmidstickler (who can be found on Instagram)
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Docklands, London
Ross Lynch’s career had always been varied with his countless Disney credits as a teenager balanced with his part in the family pop band R5.
During his teen years the heartthrob adorned the walls of many bedrooms - for what felt like forever, he was at the top of his game.
When the band broke up in 2018 Ross felt lost - as a solo artist he had some success but his music style just didn’t seem to resonate with the fan base he once had - he’d also tried to stay active on screen in his post-Disney years, accepting several TV roles, his portrayal of Jeffrey Dahmer being his only critical acclaim …
He had been concerned for quite some time after accepting the role of Harvey Kinkle in ‘Chilling Adventures of Sabrina’ - whilst it had filled a voice, it might not have been as lucrative as he originally thought …
Ross had always been close to his siblings, so the advice that his older brother Riker, gave him hit deep: television roles would not sustain him forever.
Ross had been offered a handful of streaming TV roles outside of Sabrina, but nothing major - he had started to worry he would become old news.
So, when he was cast in a dark psychological thriller, a completely new genre for him, he was excited to explore a role that was so different from anything he’d played before.
His character, the object of an obsession from a deeply troubled recluse, spent a significant portion of the film kidnapped and restrained in various ways, and to promote the film, the director arranged for a promotional photoshoot with a well-established fetish content producer.
Not wanting to jeopardise his chances of nailing the role, the twenty eight year old agreed to the unorthodox initiative …
Ross sat in the backseat of the black SUV that had been arranged by his agent, his mind racing as he watched London’s cityscape blur past the window, the streets predictably empty for 8am on a Sunday morning.
His excitement was palpable, but so was the anxiety - he had been told this promotional photoshoot would be intense, something different, but no specifics were given.
The unknown gnawed at him, feeding his nerves …
Ross's phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Troye: you’re going to do great, babe.
Troye: just be yourself ❤️🔥
Troye: love you xxx
Ross and Troye had become very close friends ever since he had starred in one of Troye’s music videos.
A tiny part of him was jealous of Troye’s success - he never understood how he almost seemed to become globally famous overnight …
However, he still respected Troye as an artist, especially when Troye asked him to support him on stage during his UK tour.
Ross took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach.
He thought about the movie, about the dark, psychological role he would be playing.
This shoot was supposed to capture that essence, push the boundaries … But what exactly did that mean?
Ross couldn't shake the feeling of unease, the sense that he was stepping into uncharted territory …
As the car pulled up to the studio, Ross’s anxiety grew.
The studio was located in an unassuming industrial building on the outskirts of the city.
According to the movie’s director, the studio was renowned in certain circles for its high-quality, artistic photography, often delving into themes of bondage and restraint, essential for capturing the realism he wanted from the promotional material.
Ross got out of the car and watched it pull away before walking up to the tall glass doors.
He pushed the buzzer, surprised that a voice responded almost right away.
“Yes.”
Ross spoke up, his voice tinged with awkwardness.
“Hi, umm, it’s Ross. Ross Lynch. I’m here to see Luca …”
A loud clicking sound indicated the door had been unlocked.
Ross pushed the glass expanse open and entered the studio …
The walls were adorned with various framed photographs, each capturing the intricate play of light and shadow on restrained bodies.
The air was cool, carrying a faint scent of leather and wood polish.
Ross, unaware of Luca’s specific interests, agreed to the shoot, trusting the director's recommendation that this would help set the intense tone of the movie.
As he took in the surroundings, he felt a curious mix of intrigue and unease, wondering just how far this photoshoot would push him …
Ross’s attention was caught as a tall and slim figure rapidly approached him from across the room.
"Ross! Hi! Great to finally meet you. I’m Luca … I’m a huge fan, loved what you did with Jeffrey Dahmer …" Luca instantly regretted saying that, managing to hide his embarrassment successfully.
Ross smiled broadly, thinking how kind Luca looked, his bright eyes framed with designer glasses …
He felt that he wasn’t much older than him, maybe mid to late thirties.
Ross had always been incredibly down to earth and had a genuine appreciation for every one of his fans - he was overjoyed that he was still relevant …
"Thanks, man. Great to meet you too. I’m excited for this shoot! The director said you’d be able to capture the right atmosphere …”
"Oh, absolutely," Luca replied, leading Ross across the studio and ushering him towards a piece of furniture that dominated the room, "We’ll be using this bondage table today. It’ll help create the authentic look we’re going for …"
Ross nodded, glancing at the table.
It was generously padded with red leather, its structure around ten feet long.
Firmly attached to the foot of the table were a set of stocks made out of black stained wood, the holes lined with a cushioned material.
Thick leather cuffs lay at the top of the table, attached by a chain to a winding winch, the kind you see on yachts.
There were slotted cutouts in the table at various points where velcro straps lay open …
Ross eyed the device he was about to be restrained to.
"Looks … Intense … But if the director trusts you, then I guess I’ll have to …”
Ross assumed that the padded holes in the stocks were to protect his ankles, but the many loops of soft-looking cord that hung limply against the front padding of the stocks were a mystery to him.
Ross’s attention was diverted when Luca asked him to strip down to his underwear, explaining that the minimal attire would enhance the aesthetic of the photos.
Without hesitation, Ross headed to a dressing room and quickly changed, emerging barefoot and bare-chested, clad only in an extremely tight and revealing pair of Calvin Kleins.
His tanned and toned physique, a result of his rigorous gym training and dance routines, was on full display.
His skin was smooth and soft, his regular shaving routine evident, making his hairless upper body appear even more defined.
This boy was no stranger to a beach! - his sun-bleached hair fell in messy lengths, hugging his handsome face.
Luca’s eyes lit up as he admired Ross’s appearance, genuine arousal sweeping over him - he knew Ross was an attractive guy, but he was not prepared for this …
Calm down Luca, stay professional, he scolded himself.
"You look amazing, Ross. Incredible in fact. And your feet …" he added with a grin, "… They’re perfect."
Ross blushed, a deep crimson spreading across his cheeks as he felt a mixture of shyness and vulnerability attach itself to the fact he was so exposed; his heart pounded in his chest, a flutter of nerves mingling with excitement.
"Thanks, I guess," he managed to say, his voice a little shaky as he tried to mask his discomfort with his trademark smile that could melt hearts at a thousand yards; he knew his feet were admired, the result of googling his name and seeing his very own page on Wikifeet dozens of times over, but he struggled to get used to the idea of someone being into them …
Luca directed Ross towards the device.
Ross hesitated slightly as he lifted himself into a sitting position on the table, the red leather cool against his bare skin.
Luca opened the hinged stocks with a practiced ease, his fingers grazing Ross's ankles as he gently placed them in the padded slots.
The moment stretched out, filled with the soft creak of leather and the subtle click of the stocks locking into place.
When the padlock snapped shut, Ross's heart raced, a sudden spike of adrenaline coursing through him.
Luca then guided Ross to lie back on the table, taking his wrists in his hands and lifting them over Ross’s head, securing them in the thick leather cuffs.
Ross’s eyes stared straight up at the ceiling as he took deep breaths.
"You okay?" Luca asked, looking into Ross’s eyes.
"Yeah, just... A little nervous," Ross admitted.
Luca smiled reassuringly.
"You’re doing great, we just need to get you fully secured."
Ross smiled nervously.
Luca moved to the top of the table and started to slowly wind the winch …
The clunk of the gears made Ross jump - he did not expect such a sound.
Crank, crank, crank …
Each turn of the winch made Ross feel the stretch increase more and more, a subtle uneasiness creeping across his face.
Crank, crank, crank …
With one last turn, Luca flicked the chain attached to the wrist cuffs as if it were a guitar string, the vibration showing how extremely tight it was.
“How does that feel?” Luca enquired, concerned at making sure Ross was comfortable yet effectively restrained.
Ross tested his bonds, trying to pull his wrists down whilst bending his knees, finding he could not do either at all …
He barely even twitched despite his toned muscles straining - his defined abs stood out prominently in this position, and when he looked side to side, he was greeted by the hollows of his stretched, open armpits, the thick tufts of hair visible, emphasising just how vulnerable he was.
“Mnn … Tight—” Ross replied, “—But comfortable.”
Luca smiled.
As Luca walked around the table securing the velcro straps around Ross’s knees, waist, and elbows, they engaged in light-hearted chit-chat.
"Are all these straps really necessary?" Ross asked, trying to sound casual. "I’m obviously not going anywhere,” he chuckled.
Luca smirked, "Don't worry, it’s all part of the aesthetic …"
Once fully secured, Ross tested his bonds again, realising just how utterly immobile he was - he could wriggle his fingers and his toes, that was about it.
"I’ve uh, I’ve never been tied up before," he admitted, his voice tinged with both exhilaration and apprehension.
Luca pursed his lips, "There’s a first time for everything,” he wanted to reassure Ross, it was important that he felt as calm as possible with what was about to eventually take place …
Luca picked up a blindfold.
"You know, Ross, a blindfold could add to the intensity of the scene. Make it more realistic. What do you think?"
Ross hesitated; concern filled his hazel eyes; he was barely dealing with the immobility …
After a pause Ross agreed - after all, he was a yes man.
"Sure, why not? You’re the expert … " Ross sniggered anxiously.
Ross’s smile was adorable, a slight feeling of guilt crept in to Luca’s mind for what he was planning …
He quickly pushed the thought away and gently lifted Ross’s head, buckling the blindfold firmly, positioning the padded leather so it sat snuggly across Ross’s eyes.
Ross’s world turned dark, the sudden loss of vision seemed to heighten his senses …
All he could hear was Luca moving around, adjusting the camera, the studio air cool against his skin …
The feeling of the restraints was firm but comfortable, unyielding but snug, adding to Ross’s heightened state of awareness.
The studio fell eerily quiet, the silence only broken by the occasional sound of Luca’s movements as he adjusted his equipment.
Ross’s senses were on fire, each small noise amplifying in his mind.
As he lay there, blindfolded and stretched out, a sudden realisation struck him: he and Luca were alone in the studio …
A wave of vulnerability washed over him, causing his skin to prickle with anticipation and unease.
Before Ross could voice his insecurity, Luca’s voice cut through the silence, calm and controlled.
"—Alright, let’s get started.”
His voice took on a slightly different tone, one that Ross couldn’t quite place.
Luca spent around half an hour taking photos, directing Ross to tense or relax certain muscles, creating a series of powerful, evocative images.
Ross executed every instruction perfectly, within the confines of his restraints.
“You’re clearly well trained,” Luca teased Ross - he was thankful Ross had agreed to the blindfold as he could barely contain his excitement for what was about to unfold …
Done with taking the required photos he placed the camera on a nearby table and approached Ross’s restrained form, an excited but evil glint in his eyes.
Ross lay there wondering how long this would take, realising they hadn’t actually discussed a timeframe …
Deep in thought, he had not registered that the sound of camera shutters had stopped …
His blindfold betraying him, he had no idea that Luca was now standing over him …
God, he looks incredible, Luca thought, admiring Ross's perfectly sculpted abs and the taut muscles stretching beneath his skin, his smooth chest rising up and down with each breath, emphasising his toned pecks.
The sight of Ross's hairy armpits and the defined lines of his biceps sent a shiver of excitement through Luca.
I've photographed countless sexy guys, but this …
This is Ross Lynch …
He's on another level.
Luca’s gaze traveled down Ross's body, appreciating every inch of his toned physique.
Look at those feet, he mused, his eyes lingering on Ross's well-formed arches and long, yet delicate toes.
They're perfect.
Luca's heart raced with a mix of appreciation and anticipation, knowing what he was about to do …
Tickling Ross Lynch, Luca thought, almost in disbelief.
I’ve always fantasised about this, but now that it’s happening, how do I even start?
His hands tingled with a mix of eagerness and anxiety as he pondered his next move.
I’ve tickled so many guys, but this is different.
I want to give him an experience he'll never forget, but I don’t want to mess it up …
Luca took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.
Okay, here goes nothing.
He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over Ross's side.
Just a light touch to start.
See how he reacts.
Taking Ross by surprise, Luca’s fingers brushed lightly against his right side, making him jump.
"Whoa, careful there! … I’m pretty ticklish … " Ross said with a nervous chuckle, not thinking anything untoward was happening.
"Oh, I know," Luca replied, a mischievous note in his voice. "I’ve seen your socials!"
Ross’s heart rate quickened as he felt another light touch, this time on his left side.
"Wait, —what?—”, There was a slight giggle in Ross’s voice, “—What are you doing—"
"Just having a bit of fun," Luca said, "You see, I’ve always wanted to see just how ticklish you really are …"
Before Ross could protest, Luca’s fingers danced across his sides, sending jolts of sensation through his body.
Ross squirmed as much as the restraints allowed, which wasn’t much at all, "—Luca, come on, man! This isn’t funny!—", his voice was a mixture of doubtful laughter and genuine panic.
"Oh, but it is," Luca teased, his fingers moving with expert precision, “It’s very funny, giggly boy!” Luca knew he had Ross right he he wanted him, "Let’s see how you handle this …"
Luca’s fingers moved with delicate precision across Ross’s chest, ribs and sides, each touch sending sharp, electric jolts through Ross’s body.
“Mnn! Oh my god, wait! Stop!—”
The feeling was both unbearable and strangely thrilling - Ross squirmed as much as the restraints allowed, his muscles straining against the unyielding bonds, but his movements were minimal.
“Oh shit, wait! Hahah, please, quit it!—”
His laughter filled the room in the form of a high-pitched, uncontrollable outburst that seemed to echo off the walls, mingling with the sound of his rapid breathing.
Luca squeezed and deeply kneaded Ross’s sides, making his abs flex due to the ticklish assault - Ross tried to move his hips up and down or side to side, but the strap across his waist kept him pinned down, entirely immobile, forcing him to endure the relentless sensations …
“Mnn! Mnn! Hahahah! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!—”
Luca was grinning from ear to ear, hardly able to believe that The Ross Lynch, the famous A-lister, was strapped down to his bondage table, squirming uncontrollably and laughing hysterically under his skilled tickling fingers.
“Ahaha! Oh god, ahahahah! Hahaha! Mnn! Mnn! Wait a sec!—”
His enthusiasm for tickling guys stemmed from a deep-seated fascination with the raw power dynamics, vulnerability and unfiltered reactions it elicited.
His interest had started innocently enough; playing tickle games with friends in school that evolved into a keen understanding of the physiological and psychological responses it provoked.
Growing up, he had always been intrigued by the concept of control and surrender, and tickling seemed like the ultimate expression of that dynamic.
Over the years, he had honed his skills, learning exactly how to push someone's limits while ensuring their experience was unforgettable …
For him, tickling was more than just a fetish; it was an art form, a delicate dance between pleasure and discomfort that he revelled in orchestrating …
Between bouts of intense tickling, Luca paused deliberately, observing Ross's reactions with a mixture of fascination and restraint.
He'd lean in close, whispering reassurances or teasing promises of more ticklish torments to come, heightening Ross's anticipation and dread in equal measure.
“… I’m going to keep you here all day …” - “… Laugh for me, handsome …” - “… Does that tickle, Ross?…”
Luca’s fingers would then return with renewed vigour, finding new spots to torment, "Just remember, you’re doing great,” he added, a hint of sarcasm flavouring his voice.
Ross’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - he loathed being tickled, the sensation both unbearable and maddening - yet, amidst the overwhelming discomfort, he felt an inexplicable thrill.
“Oh shit, this is wild!—”
The total loss of control, the sheer intensity of the experience and the vulnerability of being at Luca's mercy stirred something deep within him - it was a confusing blend of fear and exhilaration, making him question his own boundaries and desires …
“Mn! Hahaha! Ahahaha! Oh damn!—”
Deciding to continue exploring, Luca moved his fingers to Ross’s armpits, diving his fingers into the slightly damp sprout of hairs.
"No, mnn, not there! —Please!—", Ross yelped.
"Too late," Luca replied with a grin. "You’re mine for the next few hours …"
Luca spent a significant amount of time on Ross’s armpits, marvelling at how exposed and ticklish they were.
His fingers skittered across the sensitive skin, forcing Ross’s laughter to turn desperate.
“—Gragh! Ahahaha! Grr! Grr! Grahahahahah! Aahahahaha!—”
Tears of ticklishness were already forming in his eyes, soaking in to the blindfold.
He tried to pull away, but the restraints held him firmly in place.
Luca used a variety of techniques, his fingers moving with an almost scientific precision - he started with light, teasing touches that barely grazed Ross’s skin, causing a cascade of giggles to spill from Ross’s lips - then, without warning, he would switch to firm, focused strokes, his fingers pressing into the soft hollows of Ross’s underarms, extracting deep, desperate laughter.
“—Grrr! Graahahahahahahahah! Ahahahhahaah! Graahahahahahaha!—”
Each change in pressure and speed sent Ross spiralling into a new level of ticklish torment, his body convulsing as he tried to escape the relentless sensations.
Luca took a moment to savour Ross’s reactions.
"You’re so ticklish, Ross. I love it …"
Ross’s mind raced - he had never been this helpless, this exposed - it was terrifying, but also, in a strange way, thrilling …
After what felt like an eternity but was actually just over an hour, Luca stopped tormenting Ross’s armpits.
Ross, in his delirious state, sensed Luca moving to the foot of the table, figuring out he was heading for his trapped feet.
Ross’s heart sank - his feet were his ultimate worst spot, an area he genuinely couldn’t stand anyone touching.
He had completely forgotten about his bare, stocked feet while enduring endless torment on his upper body - he desperately tried in earnest to move them.
All he managed to do was to twist them side to side, the thick padding pinning his ankles firmly inside the stocks …
"—Please, man, not my feet—", Ross begged, his voice carrying tones of hopelessness and worry, “—Anything but my feet!—”
Taking a seat on the stool he had pulled from under the table, Luca ignored his plea and instead took a moment to admire Ross’s perfectly shaped, soft, and smooth soles - not a single blemish, they were a narrow size eight with subtly high insteps and long delicate toes.
"Your feet are beautiful, Ross.” Luca complimented.
Luca was utterly mesmerised by Ross’s soles in their bound state, touching them gently at first to feel how buttery soft they were.
Even the slightest touch made Ross’s long toes scrunch up, revealing just how hyper-ticklish he was.
“Mnn! No!”
Luca’s fingers started lightly, tracing patterns on Ross’s arches - the reaction was immediate and intense - Ross erupted with giggles which quickly turned to laughter, his body convulsing as much as the restraints allowed.
“—Nahahahah! Nahahahah! Ohahahahah! Ahahahaha! Ahahahaaha! Noahahahahahaha!—”
“—When you said on Twitter that you’re feet were a 10, you weren’t lying!” Luca teased with a laugh, disbelief still filling his mind - how are my fingers actually touching Ross Lynch’s soles?
Luca's fingernails became relentless instruments of torture, their movements precise and unyielding.
He focused on Ross's feet with a meticulous attention to detail, his nails scraping lightly across Ross’s arches before shifting to the tender spots beneath his toes.
“—Noahahahahah! Ahahahahah! Nahahahahahaha! Grrr! Mnn! No, please, stop!—”
Every flick, every stroke was calculated to elicit maximum response.
Ross's body reacted violently, each nerve-ending on fire with unbearable ticklishness.
His laughter grew hysterical, his pleas mingled with desperate gasps for breath as Luca expertly adjusted his technique, ensuring no sensitive spot was left untouched.
“—Ahahahahah uff, ahahahahahaha uff, ahahahahahah, uff!—”
After what felt like an eternity, Luca finally gave Ross a brief respite.
Ross lay panting on the table, his body glistening with sweat - he had never felt so exhausted, so utterly spent.
Huff, huff, huff …
But Luca wasn’t done yet …
Luca reached for a soft feather.
He held it up so Ross could sense its presence even if he couldn't see it.
"How about we try something a bit different?" Luca said with a mischievous grin.
Ross's eyes widened behind the blindfold, the anticipation already making his feet twitch.
“O, okay, but—”
—Luca gently ran the feather along Ross’s arches, the soft touch sending a shiver through Ross’s body.
“—Mnn! No more tickling!—”
The reaction was instantaneous. Ross's laughter turned into high-pitched giggles, his toes flexing and curling in a vain attempt to escape the feather's ticklish caress.
“—Mnn! Mnn! Aahaha! Ahahaha! Oh! Oh? Oh!—”
The feather danced over his insteps and swirled around his heels before teasing the undersides of his toes.
Each delicate stroke was maddening, adding a new layer of ticklish torment …
After a few moments of tickling Ross’s feet with the feather, Luca suddenly stopped.
Ross, gasping for breath, heard Luca moving around the table - he felt the soft feather trace along his neck and ears, sending a different kind of shiver down his spine…
"Hey, Ross, how's this?" Luca teased, running the feather along Ross's ears and then across the bridge of his nose.
Ross scrunched up his face, trying to shake off the ticklish and itchy sensation.
"Oh God, man, that’s so itchy! Stop it!—" Ross laughed, the lightness of his tone contrasting with his earlier agony.
Luca chuckled, continuing to tease Ross's ears and nose with the feather, "But you look so cute squirming like that," Luca said playfully.
As Ross’s giggles mixed with annoyed grunts, Luca brought out another feather and began tickling Ross's armpits, using one feather for each side, "How about here? Does this tickle?" Luca asked, his voice full of mock innocence.
Ross's laughter turned breathless as the feathers stroked his armpits. "Yes! Yes, it tickles! Stop!—" Ross pleaded, his body writhing in the restraints.
"Oh, and let's not forget your belly button," Luca added with a grin, running a feather around and inside Ross’s navel.
Ross's laughter grew more frantic, his body jerking as much as the restraints would allow. "Luca, no! Not there!—" he gasped between fits of giggles.
After a few minutes of relentless feathering, Luca set them aside, moving back to Ross’s feet.
"That was just the warm-up," Luca said, his voice filled with anticipation. "Now, let’s see how you handle the next part …"
Ross’s heart raced as he felt Luca start messing with his toes, looping something soft around each one.
“Mnn! No, ow! Hey, stop that!—”
Ross realised they were the loops of cord he noticed earlier …
Once Luca and looped the cord around all ten toes he yanked a lever on the side of the stocks which pulled the cord tight, securing each of Ross’s toes firmly against the front padding of the stocks.
The sensation of total immobility sank in, making Ross’s feet feel exponentially more vulnerable.
“Oh no!”
Every nerve in his feet seemed to be on high alert, the anticipation combined with the continuing effects of the blindfold heightening his ticklishness even before Luca touched him …
Luca took in the sight of Ross’s now fully immobile soles, using an index finger to trace a line towards Ross’s left heel.
The effect was immediate and electric, sending Ross into fits of uncontrollable giggles; his toes, now spread and restrained, offered no protection from Luca's expert teasing.
“—Mnn! Ahahaha! Oh, ohahaha! Aahahaha, uff, nnnahahaha! Nnn!—”
"You're doing a fantastic job, Ross," Luca said, his voice a mix of admiration and playful cruelty as all his fingers now caressed Ross’s soles. "Just try to relax and let it happen."
As Luca continued his ticklish assault on Ross’s feet, his fingers slowly increasing in speed and pressure, he continued to playfully taunt him, saying, “How does it feel now, Ross? Knowing you can’t move your feet at all?”
Ross’s laughter turned frenzied, his head shaking as he tried to form coherent words as Luca's fingers danced across his soles, exploring every sensitive spot with precise dedication.
“Mnn, mnn! Ahahaha, it’s, ahahahaha! Oh, it’s... it’s unbearable!—”, he finally managed to gasp out between fits of laughter.
The immobility of his feet made every touch feel magnified, the ticklish sensations overwhelming.
His arches, already hyper-ticklish, became the focal point of Luca's attention, drawing the most intense reactions.
Ross's body strained against the restraints, his muscles flexing and tensing in a futile attempt to escape the relentless tickling, but the bondage held firm, barely creaking despite Ross’s convulsions …
“—Noahahahaha! Ahahahahah! Ahahahahah! Grahahahahahaha! Man! Oh, ahahahaha, uff, hahahaha, uff!—”
Luca's technique was masterful - he began to scratch lightly with his fingernails, causing Ross to scream with laughter.
“—AGHAHAHAHAH! AGHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AGAHAHAHAHAH!—”
He switched between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, ticklish flicks, exploring every inch of Ross’s hypersensitive soles.
Ross’s reactions varied from frantic laughter to breathless giggles, his body bouncing over the table …
“—AAHAHAHAHA OH, OH PLEASE! AHAHAHAHAHA, ENOUGH, ENOUGH! AHAHAHAHA!—”
Luca paused for a moment and picked up the feathers from before, one for each foot.
He delicately brushed them along Ross’s arches, the light touch sending Ross to new heights of hysteria.
“—WHAT THE— AHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! GET THOSE OFFA ME!—”
The feathers glided over his soles and slipped between his toes, each touch like a spark of electric ticklishness.
Ross's laughter grew more furious, his pleas for mercy becoming incoherent as the feathers teased every inch of his feet.
Luca was relentless.
He meticulously explored every inch of Ross’s soles with the feathers for a long time before using various other tools to force out Ross’s hysteria.
A small, soft makeup brush sent Ross into spasms of uncontrollable laughter as Luca ran it up and down his arches and between his toes …
Paint brushes and even a small electric toothbrush were employed to keep Ross on the edge …
Each new sensation elicited fresh waves of laughter and squirming, as Ross's mind struggled to process the overwhelming ticklishness.
The sensations were cataclysmic.
Ross’s body was on fire with ticklishness, his mind a chaotic swirl of laughter and bewilderment.
Luca’s expert, unyielding technique left no spot untouched, no nerve untested - Ross’s feet were his most sensitive area, and Luca exploited this fully.
During moments of near-panic, Ross’s thoughts raced with a desperate plea for release, his laughter ringing out in a wild crescendo of ticklish torment.
Yet, as the ordeal wore on, there were intervals of strange exhilaration where Ross found himself oddly captivated by the intensity of the sensations, his body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and adrenaline.
As the session continued, Luca noticed how Ross's reactions evolved.
Initially, Ross had tried to resist, to maintain some semblance of control, but as time went on, he surrendered to the experience, his laughter becoming more genuine, more troubled - it was as if the tickling had broken down his defences, maybe broken him too, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in a way he had never experienced before.
Luca leaned in close, his voice a soothing whisper amidst the chaos. "—You're amazing, Ross. Just a little longer. You're handling this like a champ—", this both encouraged Ross to endure further, but also added to the vulnerability, detecting a slight patronising tone in Luca’s voice.
After tormenting Ross’s toe tied soles for over an hour, Luca took his hands away from his soles and picked up a wide hairbrush, twirling the handle in his hand.
He waited for Ross’s level of hysteria to die down a little and walked up the the top of the table next to Ross’s wrists.
He touched the firm plastic bristles to Ross’s forearm, “Any idea what this is?—”, Luca could almost see the cogs turning in Ross’s head, so he moved the hairbrush gently around his forearm.
“Is, is it a hairbrush?” Ross asked, not sure if he was correct.
“Yes, it is! Do you have any idea how this is going to feel on your immobile soles, Ross?” He asked with a mischievous grin.
Ross’s eyes widened in horror behind the blindfold - he shook his head, knowing it must be bad but unable to fully comprehend it.
“—No, seriously, for real? Don’t do that, man! Don’t do that, man!”
Ross heard Luca make his way back down to the foot of the table, unable to stop himself from tugging on his ankles and trying to clench his toes, trying to mentally prepare himself for the torment to continue despite not actually knowing what it was going to feel like.
Luca sat back down on the stool and without delay began by gently brushing Ross’s right sole.
The bristles dragged over the soft skin, sending jolts of ticklish electricity through Ross’s body ,causing him to practically vibrate - he wasn’t expecting the intensity that quickly and couldn’t believe how much worse it felt compared to Luca’s fingers.
“AGH! AGH! OH GOD, STOP!—”
Luca continued scrubbing Ross’s right sole, each movement feeling more unbearable than the last.
Ross could do nothing but vocalise the sheer torture he was experiencing in the form of complete unadulterated hysteria tinged with panic, his right leg trying in vain to yank his poor tormented sole away from the evil brush.
“—STOAHAHAHAHAHAHHAP STOAHAHAHAHAHAHAP STOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!—”
Luca lifted the brush away from Ross’s right sole, but the ever so short moment of relief disappeared as the stiff plastic bristles made contact with the taut, immobile and buttery soft sole of Ross’s left foot.
He was sure he could hear a small whimper leave Ross’s mouth before he started moving the brush up and down the ticklish expanse.
“—Mmphh! Wahh! Wahahahaha! Ahahahahah! Ahahahahah! Ahahahah, uff! Ahahahaha, uff! Ahahahahaha! Mnn! Mnnn! Mnnn!—”
Ross was again trapped in a world of utter torment, unable to process the sheer despair he felt - yet, still evident in the back of his mind was the surrendering acceptance of his fate.
As Luca continued to scrub each sole, alternating more times than Ross could keep track of, he kept up the verbal teasing …
“Wouldn’t it just suck if I had two hairbrushes?” He teased, the brushing never ceasing.
Ross’s panic rose at the thought.
“No! Please, not two!—”, he pleaded between his hysterical laughter; his voice now filled with a coarse dryness.
Luca chuckled, clearly enjoying Ross’s distress. “Well, let’s find out.”
He picked up a second wide hairbrush, and while he continued scrubbing one sole with the first, he brought the second one into play on Ross’s other foot.
The reaction was explosive - Ross’s body bucked against the restraints, his laughter reaching new heights.
“—OH SHIT AHAHAHAHAHHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAH!—”
Luca used both brushes with expert precision, alternating between slow scrubs and rapid, intense strokes - Ross’s soles felt like they were on fire with ticklish agony.
Luca leaned in close, his voice barely audible over Ross’s hysterical laughter.
“You’re doing so well, Ross. But we’re just getting started …”
Ross’s mind was a whirlwind of sensations, “—Ahahahahah, ahahahha, ahahahah, stop!—”, The intensity was almost too much to bear, but there was also a strange thrill in the complete surrender, the total loss of control, “—Ahahahahah, ahahahha, ahahahah, stop, stop, stop!—”, His response to the unending stimulation of his ultra ticklish body was a mix of laughter and gasps for breath - the combination of physical exhaustion and sensory overload had left him in a dazed state, where time seemed to blur, and his only focus was the relentless tickling, “—Ahahahahah, ahahahha, ahahahah, stop, stop, stop, stop!—”, His mind was a chaotic swirl of sensations and desperate thoughts, each one drowned out by the next wave of laughter.
Giving Ross a moment of much needed relief, Luca reached over to a nearby table and picked up a pair of animal grooming gloves.
The gloves were intimidating, made of sturdy material with small, firm rubber bristles covering the palms and fingers.
Luca put them on, the sound of the velcro fasteners being secured catching Ross's attention.
Despite the blindfold, Ross lifted his head, his gaze instinctively directed toward the source of the sound.
"Guess what I've got now, Ross?" Luca said, his voice laced with playful menace.
He flexed his fingers, the rubber bristles making a soft, menacing sound.
Ross's mind raced, trying to imagine what new torment awaited him.
“Mnn, a, a, uhh … Mnn!—”
Luca started slowly, running the gloves over Ross's soles with gentle, exploratory strokes - the sensation was immediate and overwhelming, the rubber bristles were firmer than the feathers but not as harsh as the hairbrushes - they created a unique tickling sensation, somewhere between scratching and massaging …
Ross's reaction was intense - his body jerked against the restraints, his laughter turning frantic; the gloves seemed to reach deeper into his nerves, sending jolts of ticklish agony through his entire body - each movement of Luca's hands was precise, targeting the arches, heels, and the tender spots under Ross's toes.
“—Grrraghhh! Ahahahaha! Agh! Mnn! Oh, stop! Ahahahha! Ahahahahaha!—”
"How does that feel, Ross?" Luca asked, his tone both curious and amused - he watched as Ross's body writhed, his feet twisting as much as the toe ties would allow.
"Grahahaha! Ahahahaha, it’s, t's... It's insane!—" Ross managed to gasp between bouts of laughter - the sensation was unlike anything he had experienced so far - the rubber bristles seemed to amplify every ticklish nerve ending, making his soles feel hyper-aware of every movement.
Luca intensified the pressure, the bristles digging slightly deeper into Ross's flesh. "I bet this is driving you mad, isn't it?" he teased, focusing on the spots that elicited the strongest reactions.
Ross's thoughts were a hurricane of lunacy and surrender - the gloves were relentless, their touch both torturous and oddly stimulating - he could feel every tiny bristle working in concert, creating a symphony of ticklish torment that left him breathless; the immobility of his feet only heightened the sensation, making him acutely aware of how helpless he was.
Luca continued his assault, his hands moving with expert precision.
He alternated between quick, light strokes and slower, more deliberate movements, ensuring that Ross never grew accustomed to one sensation.
The unpredictability kept Ross on edge, his laughter oscillating between frantic giggles and hysterical shrieks.
When Luca finally paused, Ross was a quivering mess, his body drenched in sweat, his voice hoarse from laughing.
The gloves had pushed him to a new level of endurance, one that left him feeling both utterly defeated and strangely exhilarated.
Luca removed the gloves, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're incredible, Ross. Truly incredible," he said, giving Ross a moment to catch his breath before moving on to the next phase.
Luca knew Ross’s endurance would start to weaken soon, so he decided it was time to up the ante and push Ross to his absolute limit.
He paused his endless torture of Ross’s immobile soles with the gloves, Ross welcoming the relief from the torment, but only to grab his next tool of ticklish torment.
He removed the gloves, placing them back down on the table, where he then picked up a bottle of baby oil.
He began to apply a generous amount to Ross’s soles with a soft stroke, making sure to coat every inch.
Ross shuddered, the soft stroke tickling maddeningly - he could feel the panic rising within him, a stark contrast to the temporary relief he had just experienced.
Why did he agree to this? How could he endure more?
The slickness made his feet feel softer, amplifying the ticklish sensations - he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this …
Luca could almost sense the panic in Ross’s eyes behind the blindfold. “Oh, this is going to be fun,” he said, teasingly.
Without warning he resumed the tickling with both hairbrushes, the stiff plastic bristles now gliding effortlessly over Ross’s oiled soles.
Ross’s internal dialogue was frantic - how could something so utterly unbearable get any worse? But it did. The oil made every touch feel more intense, every stroke of the hairbrushes sending shockwaves of ticklish torment through his body.
“—GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!—”
Luca continued the relentless assault, taunting Ross as he did. “I bet you never imagined it could be this bad, did you?”
Ross’s mind drifted involuntarily to a childhood memory, his cousins pinning him down and tickling him mercilessly. He remembered the helplessness, the laughter that turned into pleading, and the strange mix of joy and torment. This was different, far more intense, but the familiarity of the sensation brought back those memories, making the current torment feel even more overwhelming.
Ross’s laughter was a mix of hysteria and breathless giggles, his body a sweaty, quivering mess. Despite the torment, there was an odd euphoria in the intensity of the experience, a release in the total surrender.
“—GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!—”
As Ross’s hysteria turned to desperate gasps Luca leaned in, his voice soft yet menacing. “You know, I could stop anytime you want. Just say the word,” he teased, pausing for a moment to let Ross catch his breath. But before Ross could respond, Luca resumed the torment, harder and faster, breaking any hope of reprieve by removing Ross’s ability to form coherent sentences. The false promise of mercy made the torture feel even more unbearable.
After nearly 20 minutes of Luca relentlessly scrubbing Ross’s overstimulated soles his laughter was interspersed with coughs as he struggled to catch his breath, the insanely intense sensations taking their toll, his blindfold soaking up the endless stream of ticklish tears.
Luca paused, giving Ross a much-needed reprieve, sitting in silence as Ross’s hysteria died down. Ross’s moment of relief was interrupted as Luca applied another coat of oil to each foot.
“Do you want to stop?” Luca asked, his voice gentle yet probing.
Ross, through his gasps and giggles, managed a nod, surprising himself - he didn’t want to stop, not yet - he wanted to see how much more he could endure, how deep this rabbit hole went …
Before Ross could vocalise his despair Luca continued his assault, scouring both newly slicked soles with the wide hairbrushes.
“—GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!—”
Once again Ross was drawn in to a world where all that existed was tickling. Unrelenting, unending, unmerciful tickling. His jaw ached, his muscles were fatigued, and his chest was sore, the non-stop laughter putting him through a workout far more intense than anything he had done at the gym.
This time, Ross’s coughing laughter returned a little sooner, Luca pausing again to allow Ross to catch his breath. Just as before, when Luca felt Ross could continue, he applied a further coat of oil to Ross’s soles. Once again Ross was forced to endure more ticklish torment to his immobile feet, the hairbrushes owning his soles so expertly.
“—GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!—”
Luca’s cycle of pausing, applying more oil and then continuing the torment once Ross had recovered, continued over and over with the time it took Ross to reach the coughing stage reducing each round. Clearly Ross’s ability to endure was waning and he was approaching his breaking point, something Luca could see and continued to monitor.
Feeling yet another coat of oil being applied to his soles, Ross wanted to cry. He knew what was coming next, the unbearable tickling, the sensation that made him want to escape his own skin. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath quickening in anticipation of the torture that would follow. How much more could he take? Would this ever end?
Luca, noticing Ross's growing dread, smiled mischievously. “Just a little more, Ross. You’re doing so well,” he said, continuing the assault, scouring both newly slicked soles with the wide hairbrushes.
“—GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA …—”
Finally, after a total of six hours of near constant tickling, Luca could see that Ross had reached his breaking point.
He brought the torment to an end, giving Ross a chance to catch his breath.
He pushed the lever on the side of the stocks, loosening the soft cord around Ross’s toes and slipped each one out of its loop.
Ross’s toes wiggled, enjoying their new freedom.
Luca removed the padlock from the stocks, raising the hinged top releasing Ross’s feet from the device - he started to gently massage each of Ross's feet, the soothing touch a stark contrast to the previous torment.
“You’re incredible, Ross. Truly incredible,” he said softly, his hands working to relax Ross’s exhausted muscles. The tender touch was almost shocking after hours of relentless tickling, making Ross appreciate the moment of care even more.
Ross lay there, panting, his body covered in a sheen of sweat, the blindfold soaked with tears from hours of tickling.
The exhaustion was evident, but so was a strange sense of accomplishment - he had endured something he never thought possible, and in doing so, had discovered a new aspect of his own resilience.
“I was wrong,” uttered Ross, still breathless.
“What do you mean?” Replied Luca.
“My feet,” he continued, “They’re not a 10. They’re like a thousand. A million,” Ross laughed, “Damn infinity!”
Luca laughed, despite how much he had enjoyed pushing Ross to his absolute limit he felt content that Ross had embraced it positively.
Luca removed the blindfold, allowing Ross to blink, where he then took a while to adjust to the light.
He looked at Luca, a mix of relief and exhaustion on his face.
"You did amazing, Ross," Luca said, gently starting to undo the velcro straps around his knees, waist and elbows.
Ross took a few deep breaths, still coming down from the intense experience; as each restraint was released, Ross felt a mixture of relief and an odd sense of loss.
The experience had been intense, but it had also been transformative.
"That was... Something else," Ross added, still a bit breathless, managing a tired smile. "I’ve never been through anything like that before."
Luca chuckled softly, unbuckling the leather cuffs around Ross’s wrists.
Ross closed his eyes. still remaining in his stretched-out position with his arms over his head, his exhaustion evident.
Luca smiled mischievously and couldn’t resist the temptation for one last tickle, plunging his fingers into Ross’s still wide-open armpits.
Ross’s eyes shot open at the sudden and unexpected attack, instantly yanking his arms down and trapping Luca’s fingers in each damp armpit.
A startled scream at first was replaced with instant hysterical laughter as Luca continued to wiggle his fingers and probe deep into Ross’s ticklish hollows.
“—GRAH! AHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAH! NOAHAHAH!—”
Ross, taking advantage of his now unbound state, rolled from side to side on the bondage table in an attempt to do anything to get away from the terrible tickles, his hysteria mixed with pleas for Luca to stop - it was an adorable spectacle, clearly a connection had grown, the unique bond that could only exist between a tickler and his ticklee.
After a couple of minutes of the freestyle ticking Luca pulled his fingers out of Ross’s armpits, allowing him to calm down.
Ross had adopted the foetal position, his attempt to cover all his ticklish areas.
Once he had caught his breath Ross shot a look of disapproval to Luca who silent mouthed, “Sorry,” smiling back at Ross.
Ross couldn’t hold his grudge for long and smiled back, as Luca helped Ross to sit up.
"Well, that was fun,” Luca added with a smile.
As Ross stretched and flexed his sore muscles, his body still tingling from the prolonged tickling, he felt a strange sense of accomplishment - he had pushed his limits and experienced something completely new.
Despite the ordeal, there was a part of him that felt proud for enduring it. He had experienced such a cacophony of emotions and feelings over the last few hours that he didn’t feel he could reduce the experience to a single one.
“It was something for sure,” Ross replied, "I guess I’ll never forget this shoot."
Luca smiled warmly. "Neither will I, Ross. Neither will I."
They continued to chat for a while with Luca asking Ross about the movie which he had been sent to the studio to promote. He assured Ross the promotional material he had produced earlier that day was incredible and he could not wait to see what the director did with it.
Ross changed back into his clothes and thanked Luca for the experience, although he was not sure how to fully describe how he felt about it.
As he left the studio, he couldn’t help but think about how it had challenged him in unexpected ways. It was intense, exhausting, and overwhelming, even actual torture at one stage, but it was also an experience he would carry with him—a reminder of his strength and resilience, and while he hoped he wouldn’t have to endure such ticklish torment again anytime soon, he knew he had faced the challenge head-on and come out stronger on the other side.
The promotional photos Luca had taken of Ross became a cornerstone of the film’s promotion, the intense images capturing the dark, psychological nature of the movie. Fans were intrigued, and the buzz around the film grew. Ross’s performance, both in the film and during the photoshoot, showed a new side of him, one that was willing to push boundaries and explore the depths of his craft.
Several weeks after visiting Luca’s studio, Ross was in his Los Angeles apartment lying on his bed, his mind ablaze, haunted by the memory of the experience.
Despite the unbearable moments, a strange desire stirred within him—a desire to submit again, to explore the depths of his tolerance and surrender to the ticklish ecstasy that had both tormented and exhilarated him.
Each time he thought about it, his heart raced, he felt a shiver of anticipation.
There was no denying it; he wanted more.
Luca was sat in his studio late one night going through his emails when he noticed one from an address he didn’t recognise. Curious, he opened it and was shocked to see it was from Ross.
“Hey Luca,
I hope you’re well. I’ve been thinking a lot what happened all those weeks ago, and I can’t seem to get it out of my head. As intense as it was, there was something oddly exhilarating about it. I was wondering if we could schedule another session. I’d like to push my limits again and see how much more I can endure.
Thanks, Ross x”
As Luca read Ross’s email, a grin spread across his face. He relished the thought of another session, already considering different restraints and techniques to further push Ross’s boundaries.
His mind buzzed with anticipation, envisioning the challenge ahead and the opportunity to delve deeper into Ross’s ticklish vulnerability.
He felt a mix of surprise and excitement. He hadn’t expected Ross to want to return, but he was more than happy to oblige. He quickly typed a reply, already thinking about the next challenge he could set for Ross.
“Hey Ross,
I’m thrilled to hear from you! I’d love to have you back for another session. Let’s set something up soon. I promise it’ll be even more intense and unforgettable.
Regards, Luca x”
As he hit send, Luca couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The email from Ross was the final proof that he had achieved exactly what he had been hired to do.
He opened a new email on his Mac.
“Hi,
Please see attached.
How do you want me to proceed?
Thanks,
Luca.”
Luca attached the email from Ross along with a link to a folder in his cloud drive. He then clicked in the address box and entered the recipient: recruit@HoF.com
Luca sent the email and opened the link he had attached.
The folder opened in his browser and was full of several video files, each several gigabytes in size.
Luca double clicked the first video, it’s file name Ross_Lynch_Cam_12.
As the video opened up and started playing Luca fast forwarded 3 hours.
He leaned back in his chair as the sound of hysterical laughter and begging played thorough the speakers. As he watched the events of that day unfold in front of his eyes he smiled intensely, reliving every single moment due to the 20 hidden cameras around his studio.
He knew they were the best investment he’d ever made, the money a generous donation from a very wealthy benefactor, The House of Feathers…
