“He’s right on time.”
Aidan left his apartment carrying a script and turned to lock the door as a large Uber waited by the sidewalk.
Click! Click! Click!
“Organised, I like it.”
He wore the same style of clothing he had worn yesterday and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before th—
“—Slim fit jeans, baggy vest and —“
—Aiden opened the passenger door to the Uber and climbed inside, a glimpse of his left foot just about visible as he did so.
Click! Click! Click!
“—Sandals. Always the fucking tease …”
The Uber purred into motion and then drove down the sunny L.A street, allowing Aidan’s watchers to pop their sunglasses a little higher up the bridge of their nose and conceal their camera.
“This will be a breeze. Everything is in motion …”
Aiden travelled towards the set of his new movie like he had been doing all week.
“The rope is ready. Our fingers are ready …”
Behind them, in a open, unzipped travel bag sat the equipment as well as two oval shaped, plastic masks that stared blankly into the ceiling of the car.
“… We’re ready …”
The Next Day …
… Aiden left his apartment carrying the same script as the day before.
He turned, locked the front door and then made his way towards the Uber parked at the sidewalk.
He wore a different coloured baggy vest, slim fit jeans and sandals.
He opened the Uber passenger door and climbed inside.
This time, his actions were not watched - a camera did not click, notes were not made, plans did not get built.
Instead, Aidan had unintentionally stepped into his own capture.
“Thanks, man,” Aidan sat in the back of the car and expected the journey to be the same as it had been for the past two weeks.
“No problem,” the driver started the engine and began to ‘travel to the set’, as Aidan buckled his seat belt and took his iPhone out of his jeans pocket.
The radio switched on, the back window buzzed down, a cool blow of air pushed Aiden’s jaw length tassels away from his face - everything was so exceptionally normal.
Thanks to YouTube, Instagram, X and a bunch of emails, Aidan did not even notice that the Uber had taken a few different turns compared to the previous journeys - his eyes remained glued to his iPhone for a full fifteen minutes, until the radio switched off and the Uber rolled to a stop.
Aidan lifted his head and glanced out the window.
His mind asked where are we? His lips simply pursed.
‘The Uber driver’ opened the drivers door and stepped onto concrete - Aidan watched him then open the passenger door where he asked Aidan in a stern tone to, “Come with me.”
Aidan scoffed.
“What the fuck…” he whispered.
The Uber driver tilted his head.
“Do you scream and hard as you cuss?” He asked.
Suddenly, the passenger door behind Aidan opened up and a black hood was thrown over his head.
His shouts of protest were grainy and loud, muffled by the thickness of the cotton now encasing his cries; he kicked so hard that his left sandal flew away from his foot, his arms now encased in a bear hug by the person behind him.
Aidan was dragged out of the Uber, his slim, small frame easy to manhandle from the vehicle to the front door of the motel room.
The Uber driver casually closed the car doors and pocketed the key, following Aidan and his additional captor towards the inside of the paid-for suite, where Aidan would face his torment.
Aidan twisted and jumped, he spun and twirled, he did almost everything he could to break free from his captors grasp. Before he knew it, the motel room door had opened and Aidan felt himself being thrown onto the comfort of a double bed, his torso landing over the mattress in a hefty bounce.
His captors stepped inside and closed the blue sky and empty motel car park away by locking the door.
Aiden grabbed the hood and yanked it off of his head, just in time to witness the two strangers place their masks over their faces, concealing their identity.
With his entire body saturated with alarm, Aidan found himself leaping to his feet, where he made a fierce jolt towards the motel door - The Masked Men grabbed both of his arms before he even had a chance to transform one step into a second - they hurtled him back onto the mattress and pinned his hands above his head, allowing Aidan to kick, grunt and huff as much as he’d like.
One Masked Man sat on Aidan’s arms, his heavy weight securing Aidan in position - his armpits were snug at either side of his face, his elbows knocking together, his wrists and hands caught beneath The Masked Man’s now seated perch above his head.
“Please, fuck, oh god!—“, Aidan wished he were stronger, he had never wrestled with two larger men than he, “What do you want, I’ll give you anything!—“, he did not even plan that whine, it left his mouth desperately, his need to be out of this situation now reaching concerning heights.
The second Masked Man crept to the bottom of the bed - he grabbed hold of Aidan’s ankles and wrapped them in a tight arm lock, securing them beside his chest - this stopped Aidan’s kicks, allowing him only to bed his knees and twist his hips as both Masked Men stretched Aidan out into a long, narrow, tight line across the mattress.
“You’re all ours, Aidan …” The Masked Man sitting on Aidan’s arms began to stroke Aidan’s underarms, his fingernails dragging carefully through wispy curls of underarm hair, “… Ours toy, our object, our play thing … ”
Aidan felt several gasps explode past his lips at once, “No, stop! Qu, quit it!—“, his eyes became magnetised to the buttery soft caress within each armpit, his back arching so high his spine bone clicked, his waist bucking ferociously as he felt The Masked Man at his feet remove his remaining sandal, “No, no, dammit … Stop!—“
To both Masked Men’s surprise, Aidan’s shouts filled the motel room, his pleas saturated with fury and angst - how could such a big noise come from someone so little?
“Such beautiful, perfectly shaped feet …” The Masked Man admired the curling size sevens as they twisted and scrunched - Aidan tried to protect them, the instinct was natural as both of his soles became entirely bare, “… Long toes, bulbous heels, high arches …”
Aidan began to freak out, his kicking harder, his thrusts filled with more rage, “No? No! No. Get offa me! Help, help!” He began to scream towards the motel door, “Someone, HELP mmpph!—“, suddenly, The Masked Man sitting on his arms cupped Aidan’s mouth and gagged him with his palm.
Over the space of a few minutes, Aidan was tickle stripped - his vest was torn from his torso, revealing a toned, flat stomach, a hairless navel and two fleshy nipples - this provided a landscape from The Masked Man sitting on his arms to explore - gently, fingertips arrived over Aidan’s rib cage and across his chest, causing Aidan to scream into the palm covering his face, soaking the skin with dribble and warmth.
“Mmmmmph! Mmmmnph! Mnnnnnnph!—“
The Masked Man at Aidan’s feet yanked down the young man’s jeans, revealing a tight pair of briefs that concealed Aidan’s nudity - as Aidan continued to writhe, the jeans were pulled away and then Aidan’s underwear was taken from his body, exposing his naked and helpless shape as his slim and overwhelmed frame became overpowered by the two large Masked Men doing as they pleased.
“—Mmmmmph! Mmmnph! Mnnnnph!—“
Fingertips devoured kneecaps, calves and hips - Aidan’s underarms were stroked and poked, his now clothe-less body bouncing, thrusting and pulling at the two Masked Men keeping him in place - thankfully, due to how hard the palm was pressed over his mouth, Aidan felt able to bite into the hand so that he could free his face …
“Yow!” The Masked Men flapped his hand in the air, allowing Aidan to go back to trying to scream for help, but before he could heave in and expel his distress, The Masked Man at his feet held up some rope - such a sight reduced the sound of panting and bed squeaking, where the inside of the motel room fell suddenly silent.
“No, please don’t tie me up, please don’t—“ Aidan refused to say it, “—I, I can’t do th—“
“—The motel manager is bound and gagged in his locked office,” The Masked Man confirmed, “We’ve booked out all the rooms, the car park is empty, no one is going to help you …”
Aidan spoke quickly, urgently, “I have money, t, tonnes of money, take whatever you want, please, just don’t—“
“—Don’t hurt you?” The Masked Man did not have to make much effort when restraining Aidan’s kicking ankles together, he was far taller, far stronger than the 5’5 actor, “We’re not going to hurt you, we’re just gonna teach you a little lesson …”
Aidan grunted as he watched The Masked Man tie the rope to the bottom middle of the bed, where he then threw another bundle towards The Masked Man behind Aidan’s head, “No, please, lemme go, fuck!—“, Aidan became angry, his scowls directed at his captors as both of his hands were tied to each top corner of the bed, “You, you bastards!—“, both Masked Men worked quickly, expertly - in a matter of moments, Aidan found himself tied to the mattress in a Y shape, his slim, nude body completely on show.
The Masked Man then switched on the motel TV, allowing Aidan to watch himself appear on the screen.
Btzz!
Both Masked Men left the bed and stood to the side as Aidan watched himself talk to his online audience, where questions and comments trickled into view, one of them being, ‘What are your socks today?’
Aiden’s eyes shifted from side to side as he watched himself answer by lifting his left foot up, wiggling his toes, informing the audience that he was sock-less.
The Masked Man then switched off the television set, turning to face Aidan.
“You’ve been asked about your socks before, and you always fucking tease us …”
Aidan wasn’t stupid - he was clever enough to negotiate, to try and calm himself down - he cleared his throat and looked directly at both of his captors.
“Listen, guys, you can have my socks. Is it feet you’re into? I can uhh, film videos and stuff, give you a, anything … Just tell me what you want …”
“We want you to pay …” said The Masked Man to the right.
Suddenly, both Masked Men became Masked Ticklers; they knelt down over the carpet and positioned themselves at the bottom of the bed, each taking one of Aidan’s feet; The Masked Tickler to the right took Aidan’s left foot whilst The Masked Tickler to the left took his left foot - as Aidan began to hiss and buck, both Masked Ticklers lifted their mask above their noses and without any prior discussion, they began to suck on Aidan’s toes …
Aidan threw his head back against the pillow and immediately started to cackle - he had never had his toes sucked before, the sensation was highly sensitive and all he could do was expel his distress in the form of gasp-ish laughter …
“Oh, uh, ahaha, ahahah, wait, wait, huh! Hahahaha, ahahaha, ah! Ah, ah! No, no, stop!—“
A strange mixture of hellish endurance and relief washed over him as both of his feet were contained and molested - part of him thought that as soon as he was captured, something dangerous or horrific might happen - after all, to be licked and sucked, especially on his feet, was torment to say the least, but it was not painful, nor did it scare him, instead it provided an unexpected bubble of excitement mixed with a need for it to end, all bundled into one maddening situation …
“Okay, quit it, stop!—“, Aidan felt flustered and unsure, his toes curling and scrunching beneath the tongues, the lips, the slurps, “—Okay, enough, quit it!—“, Aidan giggled feverishly, his mouth dribbling as he glanced down at the bottom of the bed and watched his feet fall victim to nibbles and bites, “—Hey! Stop, I mean it!—“, he wanted to scream let me go, I’ll do anything, how much money do you want, he wanted to thrash and bounce, and as much as he did writhe and squirm to his hearts content, part of him felt flattered that they had chosen him to inflict this so called punishment, “—Hey, stop it! That, that—“, he wanted to be honest, to admit how it really felt, but he could not say it out loud, he did not want to officialise one of his biggest weaknesses …
“Go on, say it out loud,” urged one of The Masked Ticklers, his tongue trailing around the left smallest toe, “It begins with T and ends with S …” he chewed on Aidan’s second to last toe, and then his middle, soaking the curling digits with saliva as The Masked Man sucking on Aidan’s right foot did the same with his own row of clenching toes, “… Say it out loud and we might go easy on you …”
Aidan felt his lips press shut as he glared into the motel room ceiling, his head shaking fiercely, his knees always bending as he tried to kick, kick and kick some more, “No, stoppit, come on, this is fucking insane!—“ -
The feeling of two tongues around all ten of his toes was just too much to handle, especially when they arrived at his big toes - Aidan found himself laughing like a clown, his bellows leaving his lungs and throat in full force, “No, alright, alright! Stop, ahahahaha! Ahahahahah! Ahahahaha, okay, enough, please! Ahahahaha, okay, it tickles! It tickles! It tickles!—“ he whined, his big toes sucked on as if they were lollipops, the Masked Ticklers now using their fingernails to scrape across the soft, sensitive flesh that made up the soles of Aidan’s feet, transforming him into a shambolic mess that could only heave, grunt, moan and cackle non stop in an uncontrollable spillage of hysteria, “—What! What? What are you doing!—“
“We’re tickle tormenting you, Aidan, what does it look like?” The Masked Tickler to the left growled.
The Masked Ticklers scribbled across Aidan’s soles with all ten of their fingernails, ten over his left sole, ten over his right, whilst sucking on all of his toes, “—Noooooahahaha, noooooahahahah, noaaaaahahahahaha!—“, Aidan became red in the face, his eyes started to water, he had never been tickled like this in his life and it was only about to get more intense …
Just as Aidan thought he was shown some mercy, The Masked Tickler feasting on his right foot stood and made his way towards Aidan’s upper body.
Before Aidan could begin to beg, The Masked Tickler jumped behind Aidan’s head and perched in position - from here he was able to focus on Aidan’s underarms whilst The Masked Tickler at the bottom of the bed could continue to scratch and nibble over Aidan’s toes and soles.
Within seconds, Aidan lay there enduring an insufferable tickling to his pits and soles, as his body became a puppet for his captors to play with …
His underarms were stroked and scribbled, his toes nibbled and chewed on - he lay laughing, howling, screaming, begging, drooling, bucking, arching his back and twisting from left to right, unable to handle or take the strength of his ticklers attacks …
His movements were electric, uncontrolled, his grin manic and always present - how was this happening, what had he done to deserve this - thoughts soaked with curiosity invaded his mind as relentlessly as the stroking fingers and sharp teeth invaded his most sensitive areas, however, one thought stood out above them all …
… How long will this go on for?
“—Lemme go, leh, heheheh, leh, lehehehehe lemme go!—“
Aidan heaved between bellows of strained giggles, “—Please, plehehehehehehease, plehehehe, hehehehehe, please stop, please!—“ he had hit a wall so soon, so fast, so quickly, how was he this ticklish, “—Youhoohoohoohoohoo can’t juhuhuhuhuhuhst do this to mehehehehehehe!—“
He began to panic once again as his paranoia tricked him into thinking he may have to deal with this for hours, days, months? Surprise overwhelmed him as he discovered how unbearable it felt to have his toes sucked on, how agonisingly brilliant and brutal it was to have his armpits combed by fingernails - he started to thrash and twist so hard that the bed beneath him shook and wobbled, the rope creaked, his laughter now rampant.
“You’re tied up tight, completely naked and utterly helpless, Aidan,” The Masked Tickler to the right reminded their capture, “We can tickle you, lick you, kiss you, torment you for as long as we want … Have you ever been through something like this before?”
Aidan heaved for air as the giggles were forced out of him - even amidst the sweating and the straining, he could acknowledge that The Masked Tickler was right - he was tied up, restrained, locked in a motel room, no one knew he was here and the worst thing about it all? “—I’m so ticklish! I can’t do this!—“, Aidan said it out in the open - he was far too sensitive to go through this, if anything he would end up pissing himself, or crying or laughing himself into total submission, “—I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!—“, Aidan warned, his wheezes tight, his stomach flatter than ever, his chest shining with perspiration - if they could just stop tickling his underarms and the bottoms of his feet at the same time, he might be able to gather his thoughts …
The Masked Ticklers allowed Aidan to catch his breath as they both stood and decided to explore him in a way he might not expect - as he lay there panting, both Masked Tickler’s un-tied Aidan’s ankles …
Aidan chuckled in happiness - finally, he was being freed, they had tormented his feet and tickled him to the point where the room was spinning - from now on, if he were asked on a live stream if he were wearing socks, no socks, shoes, whatever, he would show his feet on camera for all to see and not be a tease about it in the slightest …
Aidan gulped and threw his head forwards in shock as he watched one of The Masked Ticklers spread his legs, pinning both of his ankles to the corner of the bed so that his thighs burned, “What, wait, no—“, he sniffed up emotion, he licked saliva from his lips, he became speechless, his exhaustion taking hold of him - suddenly, the grip holding each ankle apart transformed him into a tight starfish, his balls and taint now exceptionally on show …
“N, n, no—“ Aidan had started to growl, “Nnn, nn, no!—“
Aidan jumped out of his skin as The Masked Ticklers discovered a spot Aidan did not know he was ticklish - his balls - all it took was the faint stroke of The Masked Tickler’s fingertips across his shaft and the softness of his taint for Aidan to bite hard into his lower lip, his eyes widening, his cheeks ballooning with hot air.
Aidan erupted into an insane amount of high volume cackling, the pitch and pace of his glee-filled giggles speedy, non stop and uncontrollable - he had no idea how ticklish his balls could feel and now one Masked Tickler toyed with them with little to no mercy whilst the other knelt back down at the bottom of the bed and started to lick, tickle and suck the toes and soles of his right foot.
“Sssst, ssssss, ssssstop! Oh god sssss-ssstop, sssstop oh god!—“, Aidan could not blink, he could not see straight, he had shaken his head so much that thick clumps of hair littered his eyes, “—Eeeeen, eeenough, eeeeenough!—“, his fists curled into balls as he bounced across the bed, the sheets beneath his naked body creasing as his slim weight landed over the mattress as if he were possessed, “—I’m losing my mind you gotta stop you gotta stop I can’t take it I’m gonna pass out!—“ he wheezed all at once.
With his legs pulled so tightly apart, another body area became exposed for infiltration - his anus.
Suddenly, The Masked Ticklers fingers were exploiting his balls as well as the tiny, tight butt hole between his clenched cheeks - this made Aidan’s face boil pink as his expression of joyous chaos currently squashed across his face transformed into a severe quench of absolute delirious, utter shame - now, his balls, anus and right foot were under full inspection, filling the motel room with thunderous shouts, cries and babbles for a break …
Suddenly, Aidan’s feet were thrown over his head and held there by The Masked Tickler, exposing Aidan’s butt and balls furthermore - this allowed them to be tickled, licked, stroked and blown upon by pursed lips, evolving Aidan into a twisted shambles that could no longer shape out the words for this horror to stop - all he could do was howl and scream, laugh and sob, giggle and shout, his anus and balls tickled so mercilessly that his cock had started to swell and take a thicker shape, much to his surprise and The Masked Tickler’s exploiting him …
“—Nnn, nnn, nno, nooo!—“ Aidan watched intently as one of The Masked Tickler’s continued to tickle his anus and balls whilst the other sucked on his toes, using his free hand to stroke Aidan’s arousal into a thicker throb, “—Pleee, pleee, pleeease!—“, such a fierce attention to such intimate areas of his body created a pulsating twitch within his taint, his stomach, the base of his cock, “—Nnn, nooo, whaaaat!—“, so much so that he now sat squashed fully erect, sublimely hard, his eyes taking in the sight of the hand massaging him closer to orgasm, “—Nnn, no ssss, ssss, sssstop please I’m gonna bust!—“, he warned …
He could no longer pull at his wrist restraints - they simply pinned him there, arms apart, his mouth and jaw stretching into an open ‘O’ shape as his vision blurred and his toes flexed, his cock shooting out a long, thick line of white that splattered across the plastic of the masks strapped around his ticklers faces.
“—Oh, oh, oh, mnn!—“, Aidan came fast, quickly, his beautiful cock rarely stroked for release - he saw having an orgasm as special, something to be shared with a partner, his balls were thick and pulsating, filled with the need for release - all it took were some fine strokes and some more tickles against his anus and taint for him to reach such a shaking state - more shoots, more oozing, more grunts from a now shining cock, so much so that The Masked Ticklers dropped his feet back to the corners of the bed and strapped them into position.
Aidan lay in a tight starfish with cum all over his navel and his waist - his lips were dry, his face swollen, his cock still twitching, his mouth only able to say the words, “What the fuck …”
Aidan had learned so much about today; to never use Uber again, to always show off his feet during live streams and that his balls and anus were exceptionally sensitive …
… He also learned that once you cum, your body becomes just that extra bit ticklish.
With his physical senses on overload, Aidan screeched in full alarm as The Masked Tickler’s returned to his body; one ravaged his sides and waist with his fingertips whilst the other grabbed Aidan’s right foot and tickled it with his fingernails, scratching at his heel, his arch and the betweens of his toes whilst reaching up with his free hand to torment Aidan’s still throbbing cock, a cock soaked with a mixture of joy and anguish …
… Because, for the rest of the day and into the night, Aidan would be one thing and one thing only …
… The Masked Tickler’s play thing.
