by Jesse Fox
“You can’t be serious about that shirt” the beautiful brunette said with a smirk, staring at her new husband from the bed.
“Of course I am…it’s our honeymoon, this may be the only time my tropical dad shirt is acceptable” Grant replied, flashing his pearly smile as light flooded in behind him through the balcony's glass door. “I’m not sure it’s acceptable now haha” Andrea added. “Don’t be jealous you don’t have one, babe” the tall actor answered, doing a goofy model spin to show off the red button down covered in white flowers. “Tyra Banks who? Ya know, the longer I look at it the less I hate it but I think I’d like it even better tossed on the floor…” she explained, giving Grant the same enchanting look that’d helped him fall for her. “Now that I agree with” the handsome groom obliged, slipping off the billowy shirt and embracing his wife on the bed, the passion between them just as steamy as the island weather. Neither of them had ever been so happy.
“Wait…wait…I shouldn’t have gotten you started” Andrea interrupted as Grant’s hands moved down her body. “What are you talking about?” “We’re supposed to be at the spa in 20 minutes…we don’t have time” The lanky man looked up from between her legs, “Damn, I forgot about that…but you know I can have both of us more than satisfied in less than 10” he added charmingly, the brown eyed stud almost unable to not be charismatic. “We’re here for two weeks…we’ll have plenty of time for all that. But this spa is appointment only and I’m not trying to give up our slot to another couple” Andrea reiterated. “Fine…this spa better be phenomenal then haha” Grant added before rolling off the large bed and slipping the flowery shirt back on his pale torso, the thin material barely hiding his abandoned arousal. “I’ll get the Uber if you find my sunglasses. I don’t know what I did with them” Andrea suggested. “Deal” he replied as his search began; it was times like this he wished he really was The Flash.
“Are you Mr. & Mrs. Gustin?” the pleasant receptionist asked as the attractive couple walked into the rather hidden spa. “That’s us” Andrea answered. “Right on time; we have you scheduled for the deluxe package right?” “Right” “Wonderful. If you’ll follow Laurine, she’ll escort you to your first stop. Enjoy!” “Thank you” Grant and Andrea replied politely as they made their way down the decorative hallway until reaching the nail area. “Awesome! I’ve been dying for a mani/pedi” Andrea said with excitement. “Oh geeze. You didn’t tell me this was part of it...” Grant added with apprehension. “You like pedicures, babe” “Yeah but they tend to make me uh…jumpy” he replied. “Suck it up, handsome...nobody here cares if you’re ticklish” Andrea assured before they took seats next to each other, getting comfortable in the luxurious chairs before slipping off their flip flops, and placing their feet into the warm water. Fifteen minutes passed as the expensive treatment soothed the newlyweds quite nicely, that was until the kind faced man at Grant’s foot bath took one of his slender feet out the water and started drying it off. The TV star perked up from the massaging chair to see what was coming, “Hey uhh…just be gentle haha. Ok, man?” Grant said with a squirrely grin of concern. “No worries, I’m a professional” he assured with a smile as he started lathering Grant’s rosy soles and creamy skin with a special oil to moisturize his tender flesh. The screen superhero couldn’t help but grip his chair as the delightful massage reminded him of how sensitive his luscious feet were, something only a few people really knew and now a stranger was getting fully acquainted with them.
Once the clear substance was absorbed into his smooth sole, the technician began running a rough stone on his pink heel to further soften any minimal imperfections. “AhooohHAoAohAAhAHAhaAhOAAOhSShiIIttAhAHahahaOAHAMMNNMmmmNHmnmM” Grant let out like a small laughter alarm in the nail area, trying to bite his lip as he squirmed in the leather chair while the man scrubbed his heel. “Grant! Grant! Haha it's alright” Andrea tried to diffuse but she couldn’t extinguish her husband’s reaction to the basic pedicure treatment. “ahAHaHAhAHAIIIcCcAANNTtTTAhAHAHAHTTTAAKKEeeAaIIIiiTTT!!” he admitted with the same bubbly laugh Andrea had fallen for but this was more electric, like he would blast out of the chair and into the ceiling if possible. The technician finally stopped polishing his heel and released it back into the water, “What happened to being a professional??” Grant asked as he tried to regain his composure, straightening up in the chair. “Well, most clients aren’t so…touchy” the man replied like he didn’t want point out the actor’s obvious weak point. “Damn…I almost forgot how bad it was haha” Andrea commented between giggles, unable to contain herself at the hilariously entertaining sight. “How are you so calm??” he asked as she received the same stone treatment. “There’s nothing wrong with being more sensitive than your wife” she replied with a wink. “Sir, if you don’t wish to continue the nail portion of your package, you can begin the second part and your wife will join you when she’s done” the technician proposed. “Umm…yeah, that might be a good idea haha. That alright with you?” Grant asked. “Yeah, go on…I’ll catch up” Andrea answered. “Great, see you soon” he added before slipping his sandals back on and following the staff member onto the next area of the spa.
“I’m sorry about freaking out…that’s why I have to get nail techs to come to my house for pedicures” Grant apologized upon reaching the new room. “No need for apologies, sir. You’re here for relaxation and pleasure; if one of our services doesn’t provide you with either of those, you’re not obligated to continue” the woman explained warmly. “So what’s this part about?” he asked, looking around the wood lined room, reminding him of a large steamer. “This is our newest addition; it’s designed to help you get in touch with yourself and release any tension you’ve been holding onto” she explained. “I can’t say I’m really holding onto any…I’m on my honeymoon so I’m pretty happy right now” “Well, it tends to be a different experience for everyone. Hopefully you’ll get something out of it” “Great…so I just sit down?” “Pick a mat and lye down. The diffuser in the middle of the room will produce a steam from a special herb grown on the island while you're in here. Enjoy” was the last thing she said before shutting the door and leaving Grant alone to pick a spot close to the diffuser, stretch out on his back, and close his eyes to embrace the spa's soothing nature. With his muscles relaxed and his bare feet finally losing the ticklish tingle from the pedicure, Grant inhaled the refreshing herbal scent filling the room and tried to let go physically and mentally. In and out, in and out, he breathed in and out on the floor for several minutes until he soon couldn’t move. “Wha…what’s...hey…hey! What’s going on??!?” he exclaimed with a mounting sense of panic. “Hey, buddy relax haha…it’s just me” a familiar voice said.
Grant poked his head up to see Stephen Amell standing next to him with a grin on his stubbly face. “How are...how are you here??” “Chill out, man…you’re supposed to be enjoying yourself” his blonde co-star added. Grant looked down to see he was totally naked, his fully exposed body tied up with his arms out to his sides and his legs spread wide in front of him tied to two flat panels that kept him in place. The mats and herb diffuser had disappeared while a new, unsettling reality had materialized. “What the hell?!? Why am I tied up??” Grant asked, feeling the rush of panic come over him but unable to escape his surreal situation. “Woah! I didn’t realize how much you were packing down there!” another voice added, prompting the brunette beauty to look up and see Tom Cavanagh aka Harrison Wells grinning at him. “What’s going on?! Why are you guys here?? Why am I tied up?!?” he asked again anxiously, pulling on the straps keeping him immobile but as he breathed more rapidly, the panic seemed to leave him and a strange serenity slowly replaced it; like a kind of high that left him so oddly content he was mildly aroused at a base level. “We’re gonna give you an extra wedding gift” Tom added. “What do you mean?” Grant asked. “We’ll show you” Stephen answered as he and the older actor sized up their friend’s lean, nude physique that led to his stunning feet sticking out of the leather straps.
Stephen positioned himself between the sizable soles while Tom stood at Grant’s side before their hands started moving almost in sync, trailing up and down their chosen targets to excite the boyishly good-looking actor. “ahhAhhHeYyhAhahahANooonOOhAHahHAHCCCuuTtiIiTtTOouuTT” he protested with bubbly giggles, pleasured by the light stimulation but he didn’t like being tickled at any pace. “I always thought you had a fun laugh, Grant” Tom teased as the slow, stirring tickling made the bound lad jerk in his seat, feeling the uneasy suspense of a roller coaster getting closer and closer to dropping off. “And look at these cute toes haha” Stephen added while watching the long digits wiggle. “They are pretty cute” Tom agreed as both of them giggled and Grant squirmed more, unable to make sense of really any aspect of his situation but with no clear way out, he couldn’t do much about it. The captive's more mature co-star and close friend ran his dull nails up and down the slender side back and forth, starting from his waist and going up steadily until reaching the base of Grant’s underarm only to glide his fingers back down again; it was maddening. “ahAahaHACCoCoOOmMEeeoonnnnNNNSTttOOOPpPP!!” “It doesn’t look like you want us to stop…” Stephen added while he raked all ten fingers across the radiant soles, hinting at the growing erection between Grant’s legs. “WhaahaTTahAHAhaahTT?” confused by his arousal but for some reason the unwanted attention was charming his manhood to life. His face couldn’t decide if it wanted to grimace at the tickling or give into the bizarre pleasure but his friends were more than sure of their intentions.
As if they were on the same wavelength, Stephen and Tom suddenly shifted from light grazing to a more intense attack. The blonde’s fingers started spidering on both of Grant’s baby soft soles like some machine made just for tickling, scratching all over the feet held in place by the solid leg restraints. His toes fanned and his ankles tried to jerk his embarrassingly ticklish feet away but his efforts were useless and the devilish grin on Stephen’s face told Grant he knew it. The older man was just as merciless in his methods, using both hands to dig into the area right where his armpits met his ribs. His stiffened fingers drilled into Grant’s upper sides like a miner looking for gold as if he would find something special if he kept on prodding. “AHAHAOAOOHHHAAHAHHAAHSSSHHIIIITTT!! AHAHAHAH ANONOONOOO!!! AHAHAHAHAHAPPPLLLEEAASSEEEAHAHAHAYYYOOOUUGGUUYYSSAHAHAHAHAHA!! SSTTOOPPPTTTIIICCCKKLLLIINNNGGMMMEEE!!” He spewed wild laughter harder than he had since he was a kid, unable to fight back or combat the electric sensations anyway driving him crazy. His feather haired head thrashed about like one of those wacky sprinklers you see during the summer, his mouth wide open as the forty fingers teasing his sensitive body forced out a steady flow of audible protests. “Carlos told me you were ticklish after he poked you in the stomach one day but I didn’t know you were this ticklish haha” Tom explained with a sadistic smile from behind the device keeping him prisoner. “AhAHAHAHAFFFUUUCCCKkKAhAHaHAHAHAAYYYOUUUUAhAHAHAHahAHAHAHAAA” “Wow, I think I’ve only heard Grant say fuck maybe twice…wonder what else we can get him to say?” Stephen proposed like a big brother with the upper hand.
“AhAHahaHAHaHAHAALLEETTTAhAhAHAAMMeeEAHAHAHGGOOOAhAHHAHAHHADDDAAAMMNNIIIITT!!” “Say Arrow’s a better show than yours” Stephen instructed as he switched to aggressively scribbling on the plush right foot. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHAhHAHAHAHAHAHAHAANNNOOOWWWAAYYY!!!” The screen archer moved further on his pink target, scraping furiously on the velvet balls to watch Grant bounce around like a wind-up toy at the fresh hell. “AAAHAHAHHAAOOKKOOOKKKAHAHAHAAARRROOOWWWAHAHAHAIIISSSAHAHAHABBEEETTTTERRRR!!! AHAHAHAHAHIIITTTSSSBBEETTTERRR!!!!” he soon admitted through the heavy laughter as his eyes bugged out in panic. “Now, I wanna hear that Tom’s the best actor on my show” Mr. Cavanagh tacked on with his devious fingers suddenly torpedoing into Grant’s outstretched pits. “OOOOHHAHAOAHAOHAOAHAOHAOHAHFFUUUCCKKKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOKOOKOKOK!!! YYYOUUURREEEEETTTHHEEEAHAHAHAHAHABBEESSTTTAAACCTTOOORRRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” “Haha this if fun” Tom added as he and Stephen laughed at how easily they could manipulate their buddy. “I wish I would’ve known how ticklish he was before now, I could’ve really enjoyed myself haha” Stephen replied with both hands now flurrying on Grant’s helpless, wrinkling, pink soles. The way Tom’s nimble fingers dug around in the hairy hollows introduced Grant to a whole new technique; burrowing and exploring the depths and rims of his pits like an energetic animal. “AhAHAHAHOAOHOHOAHAMMYYAHAHAHAGGGOOODDAHahHAHAEEENNOUUUGGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA TTHHIIISSSAHAHAHIIISSSAHAHAHAHAHAHIIINNSSSAANNEEEE!” Grant let out quite loudly. “No…this is closer to insane” Stephen answered as he took the now solid cock in his hand, making the gorgeous 29 year old turn his attention toward the shocking embrace while Tom pulled away from his defenseless body. “OH…shit...” Grant started as his back arched in pleasure, holding back his words as Stephen began slowly pumping his thick arousal. “That feel good?” Stephen added with a smirk, working his strong hand up and down his mate’s lengthy joystick.
“If we’re changing spots then his stomach is mine” Tom added before launching onto Grant’s pale, tight tummy with both hands. “OhOHOAhahAHAHAHAHAHHAhAHAHAHAANNOOO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTTTOOPPPPIIIITTTAHAHAHAHAA!!” A unique style of colorful laughter immediately burst out of Grant as his naked body bowed away from the back of the tickle chair again in response to the electric sensations rocking every muscle in his body. Tom vibrated all ten fingers into the abs flexing against the sinister attack, trying desperately to escape his fiendish friend. “Good thing we have this wonderfully evil chair or I’d have to chase you down to do this” Tom added with a smile while Stephen dominated Grant’s slippery knob as pre-cum began dripping down his shaft. “Come on…shoot it…shoot it!” Stephen coached with his grip sliding up and down the famous throbbing dick. “AHAHOOHhHOhOHHOHAyHOAOAHHOHHhHHAhAHAHAMMAMMYYYGGOOODdAahAAOIIIIMMMGGOONNNAAA AHAHAHAIIIMMMGGGOONNNAAACCCUUUMMM!!” Grant announced between the desperate, effervescent laughter, feeling his load seconds away from exploding but before he could blow, the firm hand suddenly let go. “AHAHahhAHCCOOMMEEEOONN!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAhAHahhhaAHAHAHAAFFFUUUUCCKK!!!” he exclaimed as he raged in the black apparatus after being deprived of a climax, his frustration overshadowed by Tom's vicious fingers digging into his exposed stomach. “Hahaha you were so close!” Stephen taunted with a flashy smile. “It looks like he already came” Tom added after seeing how sticky Stephen’s hand was, covered in Grant’s early spunk. “What the fuck?! This is crazy… you gotta stop tickling me….and why jerk me...and not let me cum?!” Grant begged after Tom took a break from driving him up the wall. “You’re way too ticklish to stop now haha…and I’m the only one who says when you get to cum” Stephen answered, starting off playfully but ending with a domineering assurance like a bonafide master.
"I don't understand what the fuck is going on...how am I still at the spa??" Grant asked with genuine confusion. "You talk to much, buddy" Stephen answered as he tugged off his own sneaker, then peeled off one of his white Hanes ankle socks. "Wha...no...do not put that in my mouth!!" Grant objected while trying again to break out of the strong bondage. "Open up!" Tom aided by poking into the vulnerable ribs so his mouth was forced to open for Stephen's ripe sock, the blonde quickly using a piece of duct tape to seal it in to marinate on his tongue. "Now, why don't we turn this up a bit?" Mr. Amell suggested. "That's a fantastic idea" Tom agreed before the legs of Grant's tickle chair suddenly began to move, angling his legs so they were slightly bent and his plump ass was more visible. "MMnHMmmNNHMM!!" Grant tried to argue with wide eyes and a sense of "this can't be good" on his face. "Much better" Stephen said with smirk as each of the men chose a new spot to entertain. "I want to test out these feet I've been checking out for a few years now" Tom announced as he moved to the end of the chair. "Go for it" Stephen replied while kneeling down so he was at Grant's package/bum. "I've got something you'll like" Stephen said as he pulled out a thin, fanned paintbrush. Before Grant could deliver another muffled objection, the delicate hairs of the brush were teasing his taint, brushing back and forth along the area between his balls and peach like he was painting a masterpiece. "MMmhHMMHmMMHmmmnnhmMmmnmnmm!!!" The fully exposed actor was shaking in the chair within seconds of the brush caressing his sensitive flesh, fucking with his head as much as his body. "Yeah haha, you're ticklish everywhere aren't you?" Stephen taunted with a laugh as he continued running the fine-haired tool all over the pale, normally hidden skin. "What about your balls, huh? I bet they're ticklish too" the ruggedly handsome man added before attacking his large balls with the interestingly hellish brush, making Grant buck and laugh behind the sock gag even harder. His eyes told Stephen how stunned he was that this was actually happening and the girth of his inaudible laughter let he and Tom know how incredibly ticklish his boys were.
"Don't worry, I've got a toy too...two actually" Tom added with a joyfully evil tone before unleashing the hairbrush and feather on Grant's succulent feet, now all Mr. Cavanagh's to enjoy. "MMMMMnnMmMMmmNNhMMnMMMMM!!!" erupted from behind the silver tape over the new groom's mouth. His eyes clenched tight and his head bounced around above his shoulders like it was going to pop off while every muscle of his body surged in an effort to bust out of the leather straps, the stiff bristles scrubbing his magnificent sole while the feather weaved in and out of the other foot's long toes sending him into a violent frenzy of sensory overload. Tom sprouted a smile of satisfaction at the thrilling sight as the red brush sawed across his supple left sole and the stiff feather teased even the tiniest of nerves hiding between each of Grant's bubbly toes. Both brilliant feet jerked back and forth to avoid Tom's maniacal torment but he couldn't evade the hairbrush, the feather, the paint brush, Tom, or Stephen; he was totally defenseless to whatever they could dish out, that realization alone driving Grant insane. "I think I could do this all day" Tom commented gleefully from between the luscious bare feet he was more than happy to be tickling. "Me too but I don't know about our buddy here..." Stephen replied, using the flat paintbrush to tickle the base of Grant's perky ass. The slender lad bucked around as best he could but his cute bubble butt wasn't going anywhere, allowing the blonde bombshell to focus right along the line separating his pale cheeks, somewhere Grant didn't even know was sensitive. "MMMNMMMnNnHhMmMMnNMMNNNMMM!!" "How's my sock taste, Grant?" Stephen taunted with a snicker before adding to the tsunami of sensations ravaging him by taking hold of the throbbing cock again to start working him enthusiastically.
"Look at him...he's begging for it" Tom added upon seeing how desperate Grant's face had become and hearing the loud muffled moans accompanying the muffled laughter. "Yeah, I bet he'd do anything to blow his load right now" Stephen agreed, pumping the oozing dick for a couple seconds at a time before releasing to keep him from finishing, all while still tickling his beautiful balls. The Arrow star edged Grant like a pro for 7 minutes more, pleasuring all six inches of him while Tom concentrated on one foot to scrub with the hairbrush, creating a whirlwind of mixed stimuli he didn't know how to process. "MMhMMmMmMMNHHMmMAMmMHMMMMM!!!" "Tell you what, I'll let you cum if you agree to suck my toes" Stephen offered with his fingers barely on Grant's already milky manhood, just enough to add pressure to his sensitive head. "Hey, stop tickling him for a minute...I can't understand him" he instructed to Tom. With the hellacious brush off his foot, Grant's full attention was on Stephen and the promise of ecstasy. A few seconds passed with Grant's eyes fluttering in mounting satisfaction at Stephen's mild touch, his body on the paper thin edge of a massive explosion. "I'm waiting..." Stephen reminded, leaning down to flick his tongue across the tip of Grant's sensitive dick, persuading the brunette to nod in agreement to his friend's terms. "Hell yeah!" Stephen answered before jerking the thick shaft only three times until a fountain of jizz shot out of Grant while his body arched away from the chair in mind-blowing pleasure. "MMmmmmmmmmm...mmmmmmm" he moaned from behind the tape and sock. "Damn haha. That was at least a quart" Tom added with a laugh. "Now...for the real fun part" Stephen said with a wicked grin as he pulled the tape off and the soaked sock from his mouth. "Holy shit...that was...the biggest load I've ever blown" Grant admitted, catching his breath from the intense orgasm. "Don't get too comfortable, handsome...it's my turn now" Stephen explained as he sat on a chair that seemingly came out of thin air and put his bare sexy bare foot on Grant's chest so his toes could tease his lips. "Motherfucker...you were serious?? Just let me go, man..." "Haha no way...now get to sucking" Stephen demanded, shoving his toes in Grant's pretty mouth while taking the freshly milked dick in one hand to play with his outrageously ticklish dick.
"HAhOOhOHohANONOHHananoONOO!!" Grant argued as Stephen's fingers caressed the single most sensitive part of his body at the moment, making him buck and jerk wildly. "I wanna feel your tongue between my toes" the dominant actor ordered, maintaining his control over Grant by teasing his manhood and forcing him to worship his own ticklish foot. "I'm not sure if you're aware, Grant but your body becomes intensely more ticklish after an orgasm. Lucky you" Tom explained before letting his mouth prove his point on the fleshy, pink toes of his left foot. "hAHOAHoMMHNAhHmmNNMMNHhhOhOHoNAHAHAHAhaMNNHAMANONOO!" Grant let out with Stephen's five toes filling his mouth, his crazy laughter spilling out past the savory flesh. "You weren't kidding, Tom haha" the chiseled stud said with a power-trip induced glow about him after seeing Grant freak out in the chair. "You taste soo good" Mr. Cavanagh added as he continued licking the undersides of Grant's delicious toes, letting his tongue lather up his tender, rosy flesh like a dessert. The playfully passionate lickling made his laughter escalate into a higher pitched squeal between the full-bodied howling, tickling Stephen's athletic toes in Grant's mouth. "Hahahahey! You know how ticklish my feet are...be careful when you're worshiping them" he pointed out with a grin. "How about this adorable bellybutton?" Stephen proposed as Grant's tongue tried to slurp on his sensitive toes through the immense laughter. "AHHAAhaHAAhAhNAMAMAMMMmMDDOOnnTTT!" he tried to persuade. "I just can't help myself" Stephen ignored, sticking his finger in his mouth to wet it, then swirling it around in the vulnerable navel. "AhAHahahHAoAHhAONAONONOAHHAaHAHAHAHSSSHHIIIITT!!" Grant erupted in the leather chair at the acute sensation, making Stephen's salty toes fall out of his mouth while he raged against the strong straps. "I haven't found a part of you that wasn't ticklish" the blonde menace teased, still wiggling his finger in the wildly reactive bellybutton while Tom snacked on Grant's lush sole. Stephen looked down to see what his tickle partner was up to and found himself intrigued by how much Tom really was into Grant's feet. "I've never tasted another guy's feet but it must be pretty good if you're so hungry for his...maybe I should try" the wannabe WWE star said before taking his finger out of the fun bellybutton and joining his friend at the pair of polished feet.
Tom stopped sucking his toes for a second, "Take his other foot, really see how hard you can make him laugh" he guided. "Guys...please...come on...I can't handle anymore tickling...this is torture, just let me go" Grant tried to appeal during the calm moment. "Torture? You're at the spa...you're supposed to be relaxed" Tom answered condescendingly. "Yeah, just consider this part of your spa experience; foot worship for the groom" Stephen added before the duo started licking up the entire length of both Grant's soft feet as if they knew what the other planned to do. "OOhhohhhHAaAhaooOommmyyahAHaooahahfffuuuuCckkk" The exhausted, naked, incredibly ticklish lad couldn't deny how good their tongues felt on his soles, straddling the line of tickling and satisfying in a way he hadn't expected. Tom started slithering between the big and second toe, soon snaking around the juiciest one and popping it in his mouth to slurp on like a thick milkshake. "OhhHooahoHHAHAAhahhAhaHAAHAooOhhfFUUCCkkkYeAahaahh" the TV star moaned, relishing in the sudden pleasure. Stephen just did what came to him, tracing the high arch of the stunning foot with his flat tongue to really get a taste of him over and over, not leaving an inch of the silky flesh dry. "How the hell do you taste...sweet? Haha that's fucking crazy" Stephen admitted. "Told you. Oh shit...looks like somebody's ready for another round" Tom added after noticing Grant was stiffening up again. "I think we're turning him on, man" Stephen replied, secretly getting off on making Grant so hard. "No...not again...I can't...you're just gonna keep tickling me" Grant tried to object while they weren't lickling his heavenly feet. "If that's what you want, it's your honeymoon" Tom said before whispering something to Stephen. The tickling duo soon turned back toward Grant with mischievous grins and a refreshed appetite. "Guys...what are you doing??" "Andrea gets to have you forever...so we're gonna enjoy you and your sexy feet while we can" Stephen answered. "I've been wanting to get at these for a long time so I'm gonna make the most of the opportunity" Tom added moments before they made clear what they were talking about.
Both them sunk their teeth into the tasty foot in front of them and started playfully gnawing on his tender flesh, nibbling with their teeth to really fuck with their captive friend and lap up his alluring essence. "AAHAHAHAHahAHAhaHHAHAOOHOHOHAOHAOHAAMMMYYYGGOOODDDAHAHAHaHAA AAHAHAHFFUUUCCKKKAHAhaHAASSTTOOPPPSTTTOOPPP!! AHAHAHAHAHaAhAHaohAOAHAOAHAHANNOOTTT AHAHAHATTTHHAAATTTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NNOOTTTAHAHATTHHAAATTTAHAHAHAHAHAHA PPLLEAAASSEEEAHAHAHAHAHANOOOMMOOOREEEAHAHAHA SSTTTOOOPPPAHAHAHHAHAHHAAA!! Grant's bare, lean body thrashed in the secure bondage like he was losing his mind, his muscles straining to escape his mates' truly devious attack. His normally bubbly laugh was now a full-bodied roar of pure ticklish horror thanks to Stephen and Tom grazing on his beautiful feet as if they actually were flavored like some kind of candy. Perhaps the oddest part was how rock hard he was only five minutes into the new attack, how undeniably aroused the oral attention had him. "AhAhahahAAPPPLLEEASSEEEEHAhAHAHAHAHA AHHAAHAOAOHOHOAHOOHHSSSHHIIIITTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAIIIMMMGGOONAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA IIIMMGGOoNNNaaAAAAHAHAHAHAACCUUUMM!!" he announced the best he could through the heavy flood of laughter, hoping his buddies would stop before he blew a second load and was even MORE ticklish. "I bet we can make you shoot without even touching your dick" Stephen said confidently. "That's something I'd like to see" Tom agreed with a smirk as both of them went to town even harder on Grant's yummy feet, aggressively suckling and nibbling on the smooth meat of his mouthwatering soles like ferocious tickling beavers. "AhAHAHAHANOOO!!! AHAHAHAHAHAhaHAAHAhaHaHAHAHAFFFUUCCCKKIIINNGGAHAHAHAHASSTTTOOOPPPP AHAHAHAHAATTIIICCCKKKLLIIINNGAHAHAHAHAHAHAMMEEEEEEE!! AHAHAHAHAGGEETTTOOOFFFFMMYYYAHAHAHAHAA FFFUUUCCKKKIINNGGGAHAHAHAFFEEEEETTT!!" Grant begged/demanded as he felt himself cumming, unable to stop the massive load about to cream all over his sweaty body.
"Babe??" a familiar voice suddenly said, Stephen, Tom, and the tickle chair vanishing the moment he realized somebody else was there. "What's going on??" Andrea asked from the doorway of the herb room, standing with one of the staff members as they both looked at Grant on the floor with a serious hard-on tent in his shorts surrounded by a huge cum stain. "Andrea! I...I don't know...I don't know what just happened" Grant tried to explain like he'd just woken up from a bizarre dream, popping up from the floor to try and hide his mysterious erection. "Are you okay?" she asked with a skeptical expression. "I was just laying there breathing in the steam...the herb. The herb, what the hell is that?? The other lady said it was grown on the island, is it a hallucinogenic, like iowaska or something??" Grant questioned, looking for some explanation for the surreal, erotic tickle torture he'd experienced. "It's for relaxation and helps your mind get in touch with whatever is in your subconscious, like fantasies or thoughts you might not consciously acknowledge" the confused staff member replied. Grant connected the dots in his head and realized it had all been a hallucination, a very realistic hallucination from the strange herb. "What's the herb called?" Andrea asked, trying to understand what was going on with her husband. "It's oleyoa; it means pleasure" the woman explained. "Pleasure??" Grant asked to make sure he heard right.
"Yes, was it a pleasurable experience for you, sir?"
"...not exactly"
