READER RESTRICTIONS: 18+
Disclaimer(s): language, tickle torture, non-consensual sexual torture
publish date:
Originally published on September 14, 2025
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"We were shooting in a real hotel, and there was a tub that I went [into] and I just scrubbed my foot pristinely clean, like squeaky clean. Then I just remember it tickling a lot. So when we were doing his coverage and I was off camera, I had to put a pillow over my face because I was busting up laughing. It was a really slow zoom in, it tickled so much, and I didn't want to react and move [my] foot, but I was also, like, fucking with [James] by, like, kind of wiggling [my toes] before, too. We were just cracking up. It was really, really funny. After every take, we were just dying. The whole crew was dying. It was the most insane moment."
DYLAN O' BRIEN
Twinless interview with Us Weekly
LATE 2024
PORTLAND, OREGON
It was the scene all over again.
Almost.
Filming had wrapped for the evening, cast and crew had gone home -- except for Dylan and James, of course -- and the two young men were now lying on their respective beds in the yellow Portland hotel room in which they'd filmed. We've got the room for the night anyway, James had said, Why not use it? And Dylan, being a down-to-earth-typa guy, had shrugged his consent. As long as we grab some beers, he said.
Over cheap brown bottles, they talked, laughed, shared stories of their careers, of their families and friends. The flatscreen buzzed with an old film -- one of James's favorites.
"I just can't get over your script. Incredible," said Dylan before taking another swig of beer.
"Thanks." James smiled. He also downed another gulp. The hoppy taste danced on his tongue, accompanying the lingering flavor of Dylan's big toe.
(Soapy smooth soft sensitive)
Dylan's toe had been in James's mouth numerous times during the shoot -- take after take after take and taste after taste after taste. James had found filming this particular scene incredibly exhilarating, most notably his co-star's reactions.
Rrrrrrgh, it tickles!!! he'd grunted, again and again and again. Stifling snickers and laughs. Eyes slamming shut. Fingers digging into the comforter of the bed.
James smirked.
"What?" Dylan asked, noticing his co-star's listless smile.
"Just thinking about the scene we shot. Your reactions."
Dylan chuckled. "It was crrraaazy, man."
"Who knew -- Dylan O' Brien -- ticklish."
"Dude. So ticklish."
James downed the remainder of his beer. His third one. He clapped his hands together and rubbed his palms back and forth. High on the
Dylan stepped from the restroom about twenty minutes later.
"Th-this is awhawhawful! FU-HU-HUCK! Shhhhhihihihit! St-stawhawhawp!" screams Andrew.
Again, his captor obeys.
But Andrew knows what's coming. He's learned. He doesn't allow himself to relax. His ass remains clenched. His toes try to keep themselves curled. He braces himself for the inevitable.
It doesn't make the pause any more tolerable. It is accompanied by a deafening silence.
Then...
A second brush is introduced. One for each foot now.
Andrew's world crumbles away again. Shatters. The howling, frantic, screeching laughter EXPLODES from deep inside his gut as soon as he feels the tickling again. He has no fight in him to try and repress it. He can't help but lift his head, his eyes scrunching shut behind his blindfold, his gaping maw cracking open, teeth shimmering, nose crinkling, bearded jaw jutting forward. His feet keep trying to flail and flee the onslaught, but they can only tremble and endure.
"AAAAEEEEEHEEHAHAHAHA! PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!"
His captor doesn't heed him. The brushes circle the balls of Andrew's feet, work away at his heels and then, again, down across his toes, where they bump and buckle over the digits chaotically.
"FOR FUHUHUCK'S SAKE! STOP IT! HEEHEEHEEHEEEE! IT'S TOOHOOHOO MUHUHUCH!" Andrew's face grows as red as his soles, and just as slick, though with sweat instead of baby oil. The tickling is overwhelming him. It's as if he's being electrocuted, the shocking sensations rocketing up through his feet and into his stomach. Like bolts through his nervous system.
SHOCK!
FIRE!
LAUGHTER!
SCREEEEEAM!
Andrew screams and screams. His back arches. His ass cheeks are so tight. He raises his head again, jaw and cheeks growing sore as the laughter gushes forth.
"HAHAHAHAAAWW! EEEEEHEEHEE! I'LL G-GIVE YOU ANYTHING! PLEEHEEHEEASE!"
Finally--finally--the tickling stops again.
Andrew flops forward. The sweat is cascading from his palms and down his fingertips. His conscious mind is spinning again. He's starting to feel heavy, and he prays that he's about to pass out.
Anything to escape this hell. Anything to just make it--
But another subtle squeak of wood comes and Andrew knows that his captor has risen from their seat again. As the footsteps draw near, and he hears the familiar, dreaded sounds of shifting and rustling beneath the table, Andrew shouts out in hysterics:
"NO! Not again! You f-fucker! You cunt! Aren't you hearing me?! I have n-nothing left, man. Nothing! P-please... I-I'm begging you..." The angry shouts melt into whimpers.
A new sound now--
*Brzzzzzzzttttt!!!!!*
Andrew recognizes the sound. It's sharp and high-pitched. A buzzing. And then there's the rustling of movement beneath him.
"W-what are you doing?? No!"
He feels it instantly: the sting of wild vibrations, a ring being affixed around the head of his penis.
"ARRRGGHHUUUHH!!!!" Andrew convulses as the arousing shockwaves jolt through his body. His cock is still raw, but it's recovered from its climax and polishing. The sensations wracking his shaft are agonizing, but pleasurable too. He instinctively tries to lift himself from the table once more, but the belts pull him back.
*BzzZZzzZZzzZZ* The cock ring assumes a rhythmic pulsing like a heartbeat.
Bzz-bzz
Bzz-bzz
BZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZZZZZ!
"AHHHHH! OHHH!" Andrew moans. His nipples harden. He feels the threat of an aftershock tremor in his hips and loins.
"M-maaaaate! N-no! I d-don't want.... I c-can't-- AAAAAAHIIIEE!"
Andrew hasn't realized that his captor is back at his feet again until he feels something stiff and wet run its way up the length of his left foot. From toes to heel. It doesn't take a genius to recognize what it is...
A tongue.
"W-what are you d-doiiiiing? Y-you're sick, man. You need heellll----EEEEEEEEEKKKAHAHAHAHA!." He's interrupted by the intense vibrations of the cock ring again. He tries in vain to pull his cock inward, somehow retract it, but he cannot, and the spasms rolling through him continue. His tormentor's tongue is exploring the bottoms of his feet as if they were caked in sweet, sweet frosting. It flicks across the base of Andrew's toes, then darts a bit between them, starting with the pinky toe, and making its way over to the base of Andrew's big toe, where the cord is. It then retract behind a barrier of teeth, which extend forward and take a soft bite.
Andrew screams and cackles as he feels his toes become the sweet treats for affectionate nibbles. The love bites travel up to his instep, where the tongue makes itself known again.
*nibblenibblenibblenibble--liiiiiiiiiiick--nibblenibble*
"AIIEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHA!" Andrew doesn't know where to focus his attention: his ticklish feet being treated like delicious delicacies or his treasonous penis, which is standing fully erect again, pulsing with the threat of orgasm. The tongue runs itself along the wrinkles and creases of Andrew's soles, and the cock ring sings.
♪ *BZZZZZZZTTTTTT* ♪
Andrew feels the heat in his veins, his muscles tightening. His balls draw up. The head of his penis swells and begins to leak. He's surprised he has anything left.
His sanity is at the brink of shatter.
"Ah! AHH! A-h! A--! Ah---!"
Here.
It.
Comes.
Andrew's back arches. His ass clenches. Every nerve-ending is electric and as his lips form into an 'O,' laughter still trembling forth, the second orgasm hits.
"UUUUUUGHGGGGHH!" Andrew roars. A victory cry.
His body violently convulses like a cannon's recoil. The cum--his essence--spews forth and his head swims.
And all the sensations he's feeling--
"FUCK!!"
Everything goes black.
But only for a split second.
MARCH 2025
HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA
Andrew Garfield shoots up in his bed with a loud moan. He's drenched in sweat. His heart is pounding. And, sure enough, beneath his green pajamas, his boxers are wet with cum.
"What the fuck?? What the fuck?" he says, panting, as reality sets in. He looks around, gathering up his surroundings.
What happened? What was that...? He realizes that he's in his hotel suite. To his right is a large wall of glass, looking out over a gray and sleepy Los Angeles.
It was...
...all a dream?
Andrew's body is buzzing. There's no way, he thinks. Absolutely no way. All of it--everything--had felt so...
...real.
He swings his bare feet from the mattress and onto the carpeted floor and sits on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. His muscles feel a tad sore, as does his cock, but otherwise...
He's fine.
"Shiiiiiiiit," he says with a long sigh. He stands and makes his way over to the window. He looks out over the city, focus catching on the distant Dolby Theater where he stood the evening prior. "Didn't know I had that in me." He manages a weak smile and chuckles to himself as the relief finally takes hold. It was all a dream. He's fine. He's okay. But he can't recall having a wet dream since adolescence. He shakes his head at the sheer ridiculousness of it all, and, in a groggy voice, tainted with residual sleep, he says, "Guess I'm the sick bastard, huh?"
He surveys the glittering streets below, but even now--him watching the world beneath him--he can't help shake the strange feeling that he himself is being watched...
Author's notes:
Well, my friends, this was a first for me. I don't really write stories that are this...risqué...or at least not to this level, but I've had a terrible crush on Andrew Garfield since first seeing him in Never Let Me Go. Then, of course, his role of Peter Parker in The Amazing Spider-Man furthered my love for him; what really sealed the deal, however, was finding out that he is the absolute sweetest human being. So, of course, I felt a little bad writing him into this story, despite the fact that this is entirely fictitious. As the mysterious narrator says...we all have little monsters inside of us that dream up these types of fantasies, right?--Andrew included, apparently. Of course, as with Froy and the Manor of Madness, the gifs and videos used throughout are solely for reference to help you immerse you further in Andrew's plight. Hope you enjoyed!
DISCLAIMER:
Though this story features actual persons and references actual events, it is entirely a work of fiction and is in no way affiliated with, or endorsed by, those individuals. It is written solely for the purposes of entertainment and should not be taken seriously.
READER REACTIONS:
"It was the hottest story I've read; loved everything! The way you describe Andrew being tied down and the handjob scene. His feet deserve all the tickles and licks [they] got. Plus I love the idea that Andrew thought it was a wet dream at the end?? Plus the clips of Andrew laughing got me...You're a fantastic writer! I hope you'll consider more stories that go that far in the future." - tarantinofanguy_ (via Instagram)
"This was absolutely astonishing! I hadn't expected Andrew to climax so quickly! While reading the gradual build I kept thinking, 'He's going to hold back, he's going to edge him,' and then suddenly, BANG. What I assumed was going to be the peak turned out to be just the appetiser for Andrew's ongoing tickle torment. I loved how effortlessly enjoyable this was to read, how it avoided being overly layered and instead zeroed in on Andrew's sheer inability to escape or even comprehend what was happening to him, leaving him with only one option: to endure. I'm so glad to have you back!" - famousandticklish
"Lovely as always. I was surprised, to be quite honest, that you allowed the story to venture so boldly. A surprise, yes, but a welcome one, to be sure! I have a crush on Andrew too. And you don't need to worry. This is still mild in comparison to some fantasies." - Pyrokar1990
"Wow! Erotic doesn't even begin to describe [this]. What a rush of all the senses. Andrew's reactions, moans and that musical laughter were described so perfectly I could hear his actual voice as I was reading it. Well done!" - jakenayna150 (via Instagram)
