The reception of the hotel was empty, like usual. Angel Dust sucked another idle sip of his drink through its colorful straw, not even bothering to lift the glass from the counter. He had an assignment to do – a two-person job that required him to enlist a partner’s help. Alas, try as he might, none of the hotel’s staff could be persuaded to play the part.
Charlie declined and tried to convince him to switch careers… again, Vaggie damn near stabbed him when he asked, Niffty claimed to be too busy cleaning the rooms for the as-of-yet nonexistent guests, and Alastor simply laughed in his face. Why was it so damn hard to get one of these literal demons to star in a shoot with Hell’s hottest porn star?
Only one person left to try.
“I know that face. Fresh out of powder again?”
Lazily, Angel dragged his gaze from the counter to look at the bartender who was cleaning the inside of a shot glass with a cloth wrapped around one of his long claws, catty eyes staring at him with curiosity.
“Miss Princess of Hell keeps finding my stash,” he sighed. “At this rate I’m gonna have to start shoving baggies up my ass since that’s the only place where she won’t look.”
“So, you come to me to fulfill your lesser vices.”
“It’s the next best thing!”
He scanned the bartender again. Husk looked almost entirely feline, with claws for hands and paws for feet, wide amber eyes and triangular ears. His natural black and white fur reminiscent of a tuxedo, a motif he added to by sporting a black top hat, suspenders and a red bow tie. The dark-feathered wings adorned with red and white specks that sprouted from his back and similarly colored plumage at the tip of his tail were the only parts of him that didn’t resemble a cat. Attractive, even by Angel’s standards. He had a thing for the more animalistic sort of demons and Husk definitely stood out from the rabble that normally frequented him and his services.
Was that why it felt so much harder to ask him for help?
Angel played with his straw, mulling over how to pop the question. This was his last resort. And even though he was ninety-nine percent sure that the answer would be a no, he still had to try. There was no one else to turn to, not after everyone else had refused to help. His boss, Valentino, had been particularly insistent about this shoot, as the request had apparently come in from some big-money big-shot over at the Lust Ring. Valentino made it abundantly clear that he wanted the shoot done sooner rather than later. He would be more than a little put off should Angel fail to deliver.
Husk had to help him.
Here goes nothing.
“So, wanna help me with a porn shoot?”
“Fuck no.”
Well, shit.
“Aw come on, it’ll be fun!”
“I’m not some fuckin’ slut you can rent out to pound your tiny ass in front of a camera.”
“First off, ouch. Second, there’ll be no ass pounding involved.”
Husk cocked one of his long, scarlet eyebrows.
“Really? No butt stuff?”
“Nope.”
“Blowjob?”
“No dicks involved.”
The cat demon tilted his head quizzically. “Then what is it?”
“Tickling.”
Husk chortled. “You’re fuckin’ with me.”
“Honest to Lucifer,” said Angel holding up his right hands – all three of them. “My boss wants me to do a shoot tied up and getting tickled all over.”
“…And people get off on that?”
“Oh, you sweet summer child,” he said, cupped the cat’s fluffy cheeks. “You’re vanilla as ice cream and just as sweet.”
“I prefer the poker table to weird fetish stuff, thank you very much. Besides, are you even ticklish? I thought you’d be desensitized by now with how much you let other people touch you.”
“Oh yeah, I’m super ticklish all over,” he said nonchalantly. “Turns me on like crazy, too.”
“Of course it does.” Husk rolled his eyes. “What doesn’t turn you on? Genuine question.”
“Cute kitty cats refusing to help me film a porn shoot. That’s a pretty big turnoff.”
The cat demon made a noise that was equal parts sigh and grumble. “Look, I’m a receptionist and a bartender – that’s two jobs over my ideal number of jobs – and you want me to turn porn actor too? Hard pass.”
Well, that’s that. Valentino’s gonna be pissed. Unless… A sly smile snaked its way across Angel’s face as he slid a bill across the counter. “Will you consider it over a drink? I’ll buy you something from the bar.”
“I tend the bar, what makes you think I can’t just take whatever I want from it?”
“Pfft. As if Charlie wouldn’t be all up your ass if you did.”
“…Ugh, fuck you.” The cat swiped the bill from the counter and popped open an unlabeled bottle of strong-smelling hazel liquid. Whiskey, if Angel had to guess. “The answer’s still a no, by the way.” He took a swig from the bottle and pondered for a moment before speaking again. “But tickling? Really? That seems pretty tame for you. I thought the whole spanking and whipping thing was more your speed.”
Angel’s smile grew wider. The drink seemed to loosen Husk up a little.
“Oh, I do like a bit of S&M every now and then. But tickling gets really rough if you keep at it for long enough. When’s the last time you’ve been tickled, pussycat?”
“Hell if I know. Probably when I was alive. Not after I died and became… this,” he gestured towards himself and took another swig. “I don’t even know if I’m ticklish anymore. And before you ask, no, I don’t want to find out.”
“You mean to tell me no one ever wanted to poke your tummy or touch your paw pads? Wait, do you even have paw pads?”
“I said I didn’t want to find out!”
“Okay, okay, okay, but don’t you think it’s hot? Think about it. Having another guy tied up, all under your control,” he leaned closer to Husk, and lowered his tone to a sultry whisper. “Touching him all over, forcing him to laugh and squirm. You don’t think that’s even just a little bit hot?”
“N—No.” The cat’s blush was painfully apparent under the white fur of his cheeks.
Angel’s grin could not get any wider. Oh yeah you do, kitty cat.
He backed off and returned to his natural tone of voice. “Look, I’m offering you a once-in-a-lifetime experience here. You think you can just go up to any guy and ask to do to them what I want you to do to me? Not in a million years.”
The bottle was nearly empty.
“I… I don’t know. It’s weird.”
“Just try it. You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t like it but at least give it a shot. I’ll owe you.”
“Owe me what?”
“Another drink.”
Husk turned the bottom of the bottle up towards the ceiling and let the remnants of the brown liquid drip into his throat. When he was done, he slammed the bottle on the counter and burped.
“Deal.”
There was an awkward silence between Angel and an inebriated Husk as the former marched the latter towards his room at a brisk pace, not wanting him to sober up before the session started.
“So… You’re not ticklish? Like, at all?” Angel asked.
“Not sure but don’t think so. You?”
“Oh, I’m ticklish all over. Like… extremely ticklish. This one time, a guy paid me to tickle my feet but he messed up the bondage, so I broke free and kicked him in the face.” He chuckled. “Man, I was coked out of my mind that night.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Not if you tie me up proper.”
“Noted.”
They arrived at the room. Angel unlocked the door and beckoned the cat demon to come in. That day marked Husk first visit to Angel’s room.
The carpets and drapery were pure black, highlighting the pink bed linens and lamp shades. The bed itself was almost comically large – big enough for four or five grown men to sleep together – which Husk didn’t doubt was a common occurrence given Angel’s line of work. There was a large three-doored wardrobe and a bulky chest next to it. In the corner, overlooking the bed, was a camera standing on a tripod.
“Make yourself at home!”
“I’d rather not.”
“Suit yourself, kitty cat.”
Husk’s first instinct upon entering was to conduct a very cat-like exploration of the space. He paced around the room took in the details.
“This place looks like a porn set.”
“That’s because it is.”
“Does Charlie know you’re filming porn at her hotel?”
“Do you think I’d still have a room if she did?”
Husk snickered. “Fair enough.”
Angel Dust opened the closet and rummaged through its contents while Husk, moved by curiosity, peeked inside of the chest next to it. As expected, it contained an impressive assortment of sex toys, most of which Husk couldn’t name or even guess the purpose of.
“The cuffs should be in there somewhere. Can you set them up for me while I get dressed up?” Angel asked.
“I am not putting my hand in there!”
“Booze, Husk. Think of the booze.”
The feline took a deep breath and, silently cursing his incurable alcoholism, started rummaging through the endless pit of sex toys. There was a silicon replica of every type of dick he’d ever seen before, and many more he hadn’t.
“These better be clean.”
“I’m dirty but not that dirty, pussycat.”
While he searched for the cuffs, Angel Dust picked out a pink laced thong and started changing. This was part of the assignment. The client apparently had a thing for this particular type of garment. Angel could understand why. The thin fabric of the thong was practically transparent. Combined with the fact that he was told to wear nothing else aside from the thong, that effectively meant his whole body was on display.
Short white fur covered most of Angel’s tall, slender build, save for some splotches of light pink on his face and hair. All six of his hands had their nails painted with ruby colored nail polish, both contrasting and complementing his natural colors. His feet – which he seldom showed anyone – loosely resembled a spider’s, with two thick toes capped with large triangular claws. He struck a pose.
“So, what do you think? Do I look hot?”
“You’d fit right in in the cover of a cheap porno mag from two decades ago.”
“Wow, rude,” he laughed.
Having finally found the cuffs, Husk threw them over the bed.
“Alright,” he said. “I got the cuffs. Now what?”
“Now you set them up! See those metal rings on the bedframe? Hook them up there.”
When he examined the bed, Husk saw that there were indeed various mounting points bolted on to the wooden frame, allowing for many different types of restraints to be attached. He didn’t know bondage played such a dominant role in Angel’s shoots. Although, if he was being honest with himself, he could sort of see the appeal.
“You have a custom bondage bed? I’m sure I’ll regret asking, but where did you manage to get this in Hell?!”
“Not that hard, actually. Turns out all the kinksters end up down here. Not that I’m complaining, it’s good for business.”
The cuffs themselves were made of synthetic leather and were thickly padded on the inside. They attached to the bed frame’s mounting points with convenient quick-release buckles. There were eight in total, six for Angel’s arms and two for his legs.
“Alright, I think that’s it,” said Husk. “Next, I uh… tie you up, right?”
“Looking forward to it, are you?”
“I’m looking forward to my drink. Just get on the bed so we can get this done with,” he snarled.
“Yes, daddy!”
“Ugh! Don’t ever fucking call me that again.”
“Alright, alright. Sheeh.” he hopped on the bed and aligned his arms and legs with the open cuffs. “You can be such a sourpuss sometimes.”
“Only when I’m sober,” said Husk as he began cuffing Angel’s limbs.
“I saw you down a whole-ass bottle of whiskey twenty minutes ago. There is no way that you’re sober right now.”
“You got me there. Ain’t no way I’d be doing this shit otherwise.” He finished buckling the last cuff shut, leaving Angel tied face up and spread-eagle on the bed. “So, what now?”
“Camera’s rolling already so now is the fun part. You tickle me!”
“Right, uh… shouldn’t I be wearing a mask or something? I’d really rather not show my face to all the pervs who are gonna jack off to this shit.”
“I’ll blur your face in post. But if it makes you feel better, the shoot is for a private client, so at worst you’d be showing your face to one perv.”
“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better.” Husk sighed, nervously rubbing his hands together, eyes scanning Angel’s naked, bound body from head to toe. “So… w—where do I start?”
“Wherever you want. Like I said, I’m ticklish pretty much everywhere so take your pick and go ham!”
“Oh, okay. Sorry, It’s just… This is all a bit new to me, y’know?”
Angel frowned. Husk apologizing? How peculiarly out of character. His lack of experience was all too noticeable.
“Let’s take this slow, okay? I know it’s a little bit awkward at first but don’t take it too seriously. Just try to enjoy yourself!”
Husk took a deep breath. “Alright. Slow. I’ll try.”
“And, uh…” Angel hesitated for a bit. “Thank you for agreeing to go through with this. You’re saving my ass here, buddy.”
For the first time in recorded history, Husk smiled – genuinely smiled.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be wanting that drink as soon as we’re done with this.”
Angel chuckled. “Shut up and tickle me, kitty cat.”
“You’re awfully bossy for someone in your position.”
“That’s the spirit!”
Husk poked a single claw into Angel’s tummy. It was firm, but tender. Smooth, but fuzzy. The reaction was instantaneous, a small jerk and a laugh that got caught in the spider demon’s throat. Husk found it… cute? He wasn’t entirely sure what to think of it but it decidedly made him feel something. He poked again, but didn’t retract his claw just yet, leaving it there for a moment before timidly sliding it around in a circular pattern, parting the fur over that area as he did.
“Hehehe y—you’re dohoing great, Huhusk! Keep gohoing”
Yes. Cute. He was sure of it, now. He found Angel Dust’s laughter cute. It was bubbly, effeminate and deliciously ragged. He added another claw, and started drawing two imaginary circles over Angel’s taut stomach, causing his laughter to intensify a little.
“Quihihit t—teasing mehehe!”
The slender demon twitched and pulled against the straps that held him still and vulnerable. He looked sensual, attractive… hot. Husk was starting to enjoy this.
He unleashed more of his claws and spider-tickled the spider demon’s taut stomach, careful not to press too hard but not too lightly either. Angel’s laughter increased and so did his struggling. Loud clinks and clanks echoed through the room as he pulled on his restraints.
“F—Fuhuck you’re good ahat thihis!”
“Thanks, I guess?”
“Haharder!”
The cat cocked an eyebrow. Harder? Angel looked pretty out of breath as he was and he wanted him to go even harder? He failed to see how being tickled even harder could somehow make him feel better, but then again this was Angel’s shoot so he shrugged and complied by jabbing his claws into his upper armpits.
“Like this?”
“G—GAHAHA YEHES!!”
Maybe he really was good at this, or maybe Angel was just that ticklish, because his laughter had just gone from cute and innocent to loud and desperate.
Somehow, Husk liked that.
He was starting to feel strange – not uncomfortable, just strange. Having his friend submit to him, being able to touch and tickle him wherever he wanted and seeing how his body reacted. The laughter. The struggling.
He liked it.
It was like the rush he got from holding a winning hand in a round of poker. Like seeing that last slot of a slot machine line up with the first two, winning him the jackpot. Like looking down at a cornered prey and devouring the fear in their eyes, knowing that their fate is in his hands. And yet, it felt intimate, safe, personal.
Husk looked at Angel’s stomach, bouncing and wiggling from side to side as he poked at his armpits, and did something without thinking. He took a deep breath and lowered his head, pressing his lips against where Angel’s belly button would have been if it existed.
“Hehey Whahat are you– PAAAAHAHAHAHA!!”
The feline blew a long and drawn-out raspberry, all while still tickling the spider demon’s upper armpits. This resulted in something like a cross between an epileptic convulsion and a mad giggle fit. He drew in another deep breath.
“Wait, wait, wait, Husk don’t– AAAHAHAHAHA!!”
Again and again, he blew on Angel’s cute tummy like it was a trombone, sending rumbling vibrations across the taut skin under that thin layer of fuzz, pausing for just long enough to draw another breath – never enough time to give Angel enough time to recover and prepare for the next raspberry. The straps squeaked as he fought to curl his outstretched limbs and push the feline away.
After a good dozen raspberries, Husk finally relented. He took a deep breath and faked going for a thirteenth, but stopped just before his lips made contact and let out an amused chuckle at seeing Angel tense up in preparation for another intense burst of tickling. Angel looked back with grin of his own.
“For someone who didn’t even want to do this in the first place, you look like you’re having a good time.”
Husk blushed and hurried to put on his trademark frown.
“W-Well. I’m just uh… Putting on an act. Yeah! For the shoot!”
“So, you mean you’re getting into it?”
“Yeah! Wait, no! Not like that!”
Angel could only laugh as an increasingly flustered Husk stumbled over his own words to come up with an excuse.
“Well, don’t stop now. You were doing such a great job making me squirm. Hey, get my toy box from the closet. There’s a bunch of stuff there you can tickle me with.”
Husk opened the closet, and from behind a myriad of questionable outfits, he found a heavy purple box with a gold handle. He set it on the bed beside Angel and opened it. Inside, he found an impressive collection tightly packed together feathers, brushes, pinwheels, vibrators, and a slew of more exotic instruments he didn’t recognize but could guess the use of.
“Where do you even get all of this? Is there someplace that sells all-in-one tickle fetish toolkits?”
“Yeah, actually. Down the street, there’s a…”
“Never mind, I don’t I wanna know. Just tell me what to use.”
“I think I’m in the mood for the electric toothbrush.”
Husk reached inside the box and withdrew the instrument, contemplating it with a pensive look. The idea of sticking a tool traditionally used for dental hygiene anywhere other than one’s teeth seemed a little… strange.
“Where do you want it?”
“You’ve spent some time on my upper body so maybe somewhere a bit lower?”
“I’m not touching your dick.”
“Oh, for fuck’s— My thighs! Behind my knees! My fucking feet! You know what I meant!”
Husk shrugged as he crawled onto the bed. “Just had to make sure. I never know with you.”
“Ha. Ha.”
Husk flipped the switch on the electric toothbrush and let the device’s motor fill the room with a high-pitched hum as he scanned Angel’s bound legs with his eyes. They were rather long and slender and ended in a rather peculiar set of feet that was closer in shape to a spider’s leg than to a human foot. Nevertheless, there was a sole and there were toes – two of them on each foot, to be precise – so they must be ticklish.
He set the bristly head of the toothbrush against the center of the sole of Angel’s left foot and observed an immediate jerk in the bound demon’s leg, followed by a deluge of bubbly laughter.
“Gahahahaha!”
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen feet like these.”
“W-Wahas that a-ahaha cohohompliment?!”
“No.” He zigzagged the toothbrush across the sole.
“BWAHAHA YOU ASSHOHOHOLE!”
Left and right, and right and left went the brush across the width of Angel’s sole, sending wave after wave of ticklish feelings up his leg. The way he squirmed and pulled against the restraints amused his tickler. Husk couldn’t suppress a coy smile as he abruptly changed the pattern of the brushing from a sideways zigzag to a series of circles of random radii, constantly keeping Angel guessing as to which part of his sensitive sole would be visited by the brush next.
“STAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAP!”
He stopped immediately, giving Angel a chance to catch his breath.
“Oh, uh… You know, you could’ve kept going.”
Husk looked confused. “But you told me to stop.”
“You don’t do much BDSM, do you?”
“Nope.”
“’Stop’ doesn’t actually mean I want you to stop. It’s more of a reflex.”
“Then how do I know when you actually need to stop?”
“I’ll snap my fingers twice.” He demonstrated the gesture. “This will be your sign if I absolutely need you to stop.”
“Okay, gotcha. But why didn’t we set this sooner?”
“Didn’t think I’d need it. Still don’t, actually.”
Husk cocked an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
Angel shot him a smug look. “Maybe.”
“Oh, you’ve done it now.”
The feline went back to the toy box and rummaged through the assortment of tools to find another identical electric toothbrush and turned both devices on. For the first time, he could finally see a hint of anxiety in Angel’s face – or perhaps it was excitement. Regardless, he pushed the brush heads against both of Angel’s soles at the same time.
Angel roared with laughter as the sensations washed over him. Having one foot tickled was bad enough but both at the same time was positively unbearable. He curled his toes and twisted and bucked as much as his bondage would allow. It was thrilling, exhilarating, and, most importantly, great footage for the shoot. Valentino would be pleased with his loud laughs and manic struggles, as would his client, no doubt. His job was safe, all he had to do now was relax and let the cat do the work.
Then he jammed the brushes between his toes.
“BAAAAAHAHA SHIT, SHIT, SHITSHITSHIT!”
“Want me to stop?”
“PLEHEHEASE”
“Then snap your fingers.”
He didn’t snap his fingers.
“Well, alright, then.”
Husk crawled up to stand between Angel’s legs and pressed the brushes behind his knees while taking a big, loud, overly-dramatic breath. Angel knew what was coming.
“Wait, wait, wait! Husk, please-!”
Pbrrrrrrrt!
The sensations of his as-of-then un-tickled knees being treated to the vibratory ministrations of the electric toothbrushes paired with the return of the dreaded raspberries to his tummy mixed together to create a powerful cocktail of tickling that overwhelmed Angel’s senses.
Husk was noticeably improving as a tickler as the session went on. By that point he had gotten the basics down and no longer relied on Angel’s instructions to conduct the session.
He went back and forth between Angel’s feet, knees, thighs and tummy, ensuring each spot got its fair share of the brushes as well as his powerful raspberries. After a solid twenty minutes of this intense treatment, Angel had tears in his eyes and his whole face was beet-red.
Only then did Husk decide to stop.
Looking at the exhausted, bound ticklee brought Husk a strange feeling of sadistic satisfaction. He found a queer kind of enjoyment from completely draining the energy of another man through an action as apparently harmless as tickling. Perhaps this notion had existed since the start of the session – maybe even before – but only now did he consciously realize the extent of the satisfaction that he got from tickling.
There was something else on his mind. Something that bubbled from that very same sadistic enjoyment. Compassion. Empathy. The feeling that he should compensate Angel for his willingness to be put through such torment. Nonsensical, really. After all, it was Angel who damn near begged him to take part in the session. But that didn’t diminish the feeling that he had to do something nice for the spider demon. He took a wand vibrator from the box and turned it on.
“Husk? W-What are y- Ah!”
Husk pressed the wand against Angel’s thong, letting the vibrations transfer through the thin fabric and into the spider demon’s genitals.
“Hehe, that tickles kind of nice.” Angel moaned.
“Does it?”
“Yeah. What happened to not wanting to touch my dick?”
“Technically, I’m not.” He lay beside Angel on the bed as he pleasured him with the vibrator. “So… how am I doing so far?”
“Better than I expected. This is great stuff! My boss will love it.”
“Good to know. I’ll be wanting my drink after this.”
“Heh! Yeah, yeah.” He lay there enjoying the vibrator and Husk’s company in silence for a minute before speaking up again. “Alright, maybe that’s enough. Don’t wanna veer off the main theme of the shoot too much.”
“Alright, you’re the boss!” Husk turned off the vibrator. “What now?”
“Well, we’ve got the basics covered… Let’s try something a little different. Undo the straps and let me lie down on my tummy, then tie me back up.”
Husk did as he was told and undid the straps on by one, redoing them all when Angel flipped himself over.
“Now get the massage oil and rub it on me.”
“Is the shoot supposed to include a massage, too?”
“Not exactly. Oil makes you more ticklish.”
“Really?”
“Well, not exactly, but it makes stuff like brushes slide around easier. Kind of like lubricant.”
Husk shrugged. “Never thought about that, but I guess it makes sense.”
He dug deeper into the toy box and found a bottle of massage oil with sensitizing properties. He poured a generous amount over Angel’s back and legs, which he then gently massaged all over his body.
“Ah… I didn’t know you were such a good masseur.”
“I’ve had practice.”
“Did you, now? Care to elaborate?”
“Nope.”
Angel giggled. “Of course you don’t.”
“Ready to go again?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be!”
Once the massage oil had been thoroughly massaged into Angel’s skin, Husk picked up a pair of hairbrushes with densely packed, wiry bristles and pressed them against Angel’s back, slowly sliding them down to test out the effects of the oil. Just as Angel said, it practically nullified any and all friction that existed between the fur and the brushes, causing them to easily glide along. It seemed to tickle quite a lot, as evidenced by the adorable jerks and giggles that Angel couldn’t suppress as his back was very, very lightly brushed.
Husk grinned. He knew this next part of the session was going to be both Heaven and Hell to the spider demon. For him, however, it would only be the former.
“Laughing already, Angel? From me brushing your back? Seriously? I can’t believe you’re that ticklish.”
“Oh my god, I’ve seen better acting in amateur shoots.” Angel laughed.
“Hey, at least I’m trying. You know what? Fuck you.”
With that, he attacked two of Angel Dust’s six oiled armpits.
“Aaaaahahaha! I’m sohorry!!”
“Too late for that now.” He switched to a different set of armpits and brushed.
Having six arms and six armpits, meant six highly sensitive tickle spots for Husk to target at random. By now he’d learned that the element of surprise was crucial for an effective tickle session. The least his victim expected to be tickled in a certain spot, the more effective it was when that spot eventually got tickled. Following this conclusion, the feline used Angel’s above average number of armpits to his advantage. Upper right, middle left. Middle right, lower left, Lower right, upper left. Always a different combination of armpits every few seconds.
The effectiveness of this approach was undeniable. Angel was in hysterics.
“Hoholy shihit my p-pits! My pihihits!”
“Does it tickle?”
“Yehehehes!”
“Do you want me to stop?” He focused all of his energy into brushing Angel’s upper armpits as fast as he could.
“YEHEHEHE!”
“Beg for it.” Saying those words sent chills up his own spine.
“PLEHEHEHEASE!”
Husk leaned closer and whispered into Angel’s ear. “No.” He switched targets abruptly from Angel’s pits to his sides, brushing the tender areas just above his hips, and causing him to yelp in surprise before his throat was once again occupied with a spilling torrent of adorable giggles.
Real tickle torture. That’s what the session had just turned into. For Angel, it signified that he no longer needed to give Husk any pointers on what to do. He had given him knowledge, tools and his own body to play with. For the feline, it meant facing the fact that he did indeed enjoy this sort of play significantly more than he had expected. In retrospect, he regretted being so reluctant before agreeing to the session.
“Coochie coo, Angie!”
“GAHAHAHA!”
Husk moved the brushes down from the spider demon’s sides to his oiled buttocks and moved them in circles.
“HEHEHEY NAWT THEHERE!!”
“Not here?! Why? I thought nowhere was off-limits. Don’t tell me you can’t handle having your butt tickled.”
Indeed, Angel’s butt was quite ticklish. The porn star wasn’t lying when he told Husk earlier that he was ticklish pretty much everywhere. In fact, it would’ve been harder to find a spot on his body that wasn’t ticklish in the slightest.
The butt brushing soon expanded to his thighs and the back of his knees as well. Angel struggled madly against the bondage, causing the whole bed to rattle and showing that he was still quite strong despite his slender build.
After tormenting his butt and the surrounding areas for the better part of ten minutes, the brushed traveled lower one final time to reach the spider demon’s feet, where they were big enough to cover the whole area of the soles.
The wide, coarse brushes provided a very different tickling sensation than the small and accurate electric toothbrushes. As they touched the entire surface of the soles with their small forests of bristles, it was as if every nerve on them was being shaken awake, electrocuted and set on fire all at once. His toes wiggled madly, hoping to provide some semblance of protection from the all-encompassing sensations.
Husk was relentless. He kept brushing Angel’s feet for long enough that he lost track of time. When he got bored of that spot, he simply went back to Angel’s butt and thighs, then his pits, then his sides and then his feet again.
The brushing went on for half an hour before the feline finally decided to show mercy.
“Hey, you alright?” he asked Angel, who was out of breath.
“Y-Yeah. Woo… You really went all out, there!”
“I didn’t overdo it, did I?”
“Nah, I’m tougher than I look.”
Husk was not entirely convinced. Angel looked absolutely exhausted.
“Let’s take a short break anyway. Can I get you something?”
“Oh! Uh… Water would be nice,” Angel said, slightly taken aback by Husk’s actions. He didn’t expect the cat to worry so much about him. “There’s a bottle on my nightstand.” Husk untied his arms so that he could kneel on the bed and drink comfortably.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling great!” He chuckled. “There’s something liberating about doing this sort of thing, you know?”
“Yeah, I think I do.”
“You look like you’re having a ton of fun making me scream my lungs out!”
Husk blushed ever so slightly. “Dunno what’s happening to me but I’m starting to get really into it.”
Angel swung his arm around Husk’s shoulder and brought him close. “See? I told you it’d be fun! I was right, wasn’t I?”
“Well, you know what they say about broken clocks.”
“Ha, wow! Asshole!”
They both chuckled.
“You know…” started Angel. “If you want to, you can have a go at being the ticklee after I’m done.”
Fuck no. These was Husk’s immediate thought upon hearing that proposal, and those words almost left his lips before he stopped himself. Surprisingly, the idea did have some appeal, now. Before this session, he would’ve never even considered it, but after having the chance to tickle Angel and seeing how good that made him feel, he wondered what it was like to be on the receiving end of the treatment.
“…I’ll think about it.”
Angel gasped dramatically. “You didn’t say no!”
“And I didn’t say yes either! I said I’ll think about it. Now lay back down so I can tie you up again.”
“Yes, sir!”
He fastened the straps again and applied a quick second coating of oil to compensate for the now mostly absorbed initial coat. The massage also had the added benefit of relaxing Angel’s tense muscles to prepare him for the final and most intense bout of tickling yet.
“Alright,” Husk said. “Ready?”
“I, Angel Dust, hereby grant you full permission to destroy me with tickles.”
The cat let out a chuckle. “That’s good to hear because I’m going aaall out.”
He turned the toy box upside down and spilled its contents on the bed. Among the tools, he found a roll of skin-safe adhesive tape and had an idea. He taped an electric toothbrush to each of Angel’s armpits in a manner that positioned the brush heads right in the center of those hollows.
“Last chance to call it quits, Angie.”
“Oh, honey. As if you have what it takes to break me.”
They shared a mutual smirk.
“You’ve made your choice.”
Husk turned on the toothbrushes one by one, raising the pitch and intensity of Angel’s laughter with each device that whirred to life to wreak ticklish havoc on its designated armpit. This alone was enough to make him howl with laughter. Having all six of his armpits tickled simultaneously was not something he had experienced before.
As Angel was left to suffer under the toothbrushes, Husk turned his attention back to the pile of tools on the bed. His plan was simple. To tickle the spider demon in as many spots as he could simultaneously. For that, he would need tools that were either fully automatic or that could somehow be taped to Angel’s body.
Among the pile of tools, there was a red collar lined with pink fuzz on the inside. On the side of the collar was a button that, when pushed by Husk, caused the lining to vibrate and tickle the wearer’s neck. Perfect!
He clasped it around Angel’s neck and pressed the button. Angel’s immediate reaction was to try to tuck his head inwards, an ultimately futile reflex to dislodge an object that was very much impossible to remove without outside help in his present state.
“DAMN IHIHIT! NOHOT THE COHOLLAR!”
“You should wear it more often. It looks cute on you.”
The toothbrushes and collar alone were enough to send Angel into hysterics. But it wasn’t enough. Husk was out to test the limits of the porn star. He went back to the pile of toys of found a couple of bullet vibrators along with a pair of socks lined with the same kind of fuzz that was in the collar and a similar button that made the whole surface vibrate.
He approached Angel’s feet and jammed a pair of bullet vibrators between his toes, fixating them there with a bit of tape before turning them on.
“EEEEEK EHEHEHEHE!”
“Tickles, huh?”
Angel nodded frantically.
“Well, I’m not done yet.”
He slipped the socks over Angel’s feet and turned them on. At once, the inside of the socks came alive to tease and tickle Angel’s soles from every angle simultaneously while the bullet vibrators took care of the hard-to-reach spaces between his toes. The poor porn star’s laughter was so high pitched it was nearly inaudible at times.
“Neck, pits, feet. What else… Oh, right!”
He took two more bullet vibrators and tapped them to the soft spots behind Angel’s knees, followed by two more toothbrushes to his sides.
Angel’s strength was fading fast, and his frantic struggling died down to mere reflexive spasms.
“I think that’s everything! How are you enjoying this, Angie?”
Obviously, he couldn’t answer.
“Yeah, thought so. You did give me full permission to… what was it again? Destroy you with tickles? I think that’s what you said, right?”
Again, no answer.
“What, is it too unbearable for you?” He picked up the wand vibrator. “Here, let me help you make it a bit more enjoyable.” He jammed the vibrator beneath Angel’s crotch, sandwiching it between the thong and the bed and ensuring it would stay in place.
If it made any difference at all, he couldn’t tell. The spider demons’ reactions hadn’t changed. His brain was at maximum capacity. The brushing on his pits and thighs, the buzzing behind his knees and between his toes, the vibrating fuzz around his neck and enveloping his feet… It was all entirely too much. The pleasurable sensations brought about by the wand vibrator only served to make his nervous system more receptive to everything else and therefore intensify the tickling.
Anything else and he might actually have to signal Husk to stop.
And then he felt them. Claws. Husk’s claws on his butt.
The cat bared his sharp claws and used them to spider tickle the hyper sensitive surface of his buttocks.
Snap, snap, snapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnap.
Husk turned off every tool and device.
The session was over.
It took a full minute for Angel’s overtaxed mind to settle down and start processing thoughts normally again. From his neck to his feet, everything still tingled with phantom touches. He rubbed his legs together, realizing that Husk had untied them, as well as his arms. He rubbed his teary eyes and found the cat staring at him with a bottle of water in hand and a worried look on his face.
“You okay?”
“Y-Yeah. I’m fine.”
“I turned everything off as soon as you snapped your fingers but I think you still went out for a second there. Here, drink.”
He helped Angel sit up and take a sip from the bottle.
“Holy shit, dude. I think that was the most intense session I’ve ever had.”
“Really? Well, I did say I was going all out.”
“You weren’t lying. For a minute there I thought I was going to die!”
“By the looks of it, you might’ve, if I kept going.”
“Then good thing you didn’t.” He leaned over and embraced Husk, expecting to get pushed away like usual.
But he didn’t. Husk hugged him back.
“Thanks for doing this for me, Husk. I mean it. Valentino was going to have my ass if I didn’t get this shoot done today.”
The cat smiled. “You’re lucky that I’m a raging alcoholic, or else you would’ve had a harder time convincing me.”
“Heh. Right, I didn’t forget about your drink. Let me go wash up first.”
“W-well, actually…”
“Yeah?”
“I-I thought about your uh… proposition…”
An ear-to-ear grin creeped across Angel’s face. “Yeah?!”
“And…” Husk looked down at the floor in abject embarrassment, fidgeting as he spoke. “I think I’d like to try getting… tickled.”
Angel Dust sprung from the bed and threw his arms in the air victoriously. “Yeah!”
“B-But only a little!” The feline said, slightly taken aback by Angel’s apparent enthusiasm at the proposition. “You get ten minutes! And you stop as soon as I tell you or I’m telling Charlie that you turned one of her hotel rooms into a porn set!”
Angel lowered his tone to a sultry purr and leaned close to Husk. “I’ll make it the best ten minutes of your life, kitty cat.”
“Gross,” Husk replied, recoiling. “Also, don’t touch my dick.”
“Yeah, yeah. Can I get you to take your pants off, at least?”
“…Fine.” He undid his suspenders and took off his black dress pants, along with his top hat, and dropped them on the floor next to the bed. Angel observed with glee as he bared his legs, left with nothing but a pair of white boxers and his red bowtie.
“You sure you don’t wanna try on a thong? I got some red ones that’ll go great with your bowtie.”
“Fuck off.”
“Geez, I was only kidding!”
“Whatever…” The cat grumbled, “Can you turn the camera away? It’s making me nervous.”
“I gotcha.”
Husk laid down on the bed and took a deep breath. Butterflies danced in his stomach as he aligned his wrists and ankles with the open cuffs.
“Alright, Angel. Tie me up.”
It was obvious that the spider demon had as much experience tying others up as he had getting tied up himself by how fast he closed the cuffs around the cat. Either that or he just wanted to get down to business as soon as he could. He removed the unnecessary extra arm cuffs and reattached one of them to a mounting point near the end of the bed, securing it around the tip of Husk’s tail. The cat now found himself in the same position Angel had been in – spread eagle and vulnerable.
Angel took two more belts from his bondage chest and wrapped them around Husk’s folded wings, ensuring that they he couldn’t spread them and interfere with the session.
He cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers in the air as he lustfully devoured the feline’s slender form with his eyes.
“Now… Where to start. Any suggestions, kitty cat?”
“Uh I-I don’t really know. I guess you could try my feet? Y-Yours seemed pretty ticklish.”
“D’aww, kitty wants the coochie coos on his pretty little paws? How adorable!”
“Ugh, don’t talk like that!”
“Oh yeah?” Angel sat near the end of the bed by the feline’s bound ankles and placed a hand on his shin, causing Husk to tense up in his bondage. “And why not?”
“I-It makes me feel all weird, and vulnerable, and…”
“Ticklish?” He swiped a finger up along the bottom of Husk’s right sole.
“Ga-Ha!”
“I knew it! You ARE ticklish!” he gasped. “Let’s find out just how much!” And then he dove in, scribbling his claws all over the surface of the feline’s soles. Immediately, the grumpy and grumbly Husk crumbled into a blushing, tittering kitty cat.
Angel traced the outline of his yellow paw-pad with his claw before scratching all over the pillowy surface. The three toes on Husk’s foot danced madly and tauntingly, which only got Angel to wiggle his claws between them to reach that bit of extra sensitive, uncalloused skin.
Husk’s laughter became increasingly frantic and uncontrolled, as did his struggles. His laughter was the very antonym of Angel’s. Deep, rumbly and raspy. A mild sense of panic grew inside the feline as he began seriously pulling on the restrains and reached the realization that they would not break. He had just surrendered control to Angel and was entirely at his mercy.
Why did it feel so liberating?
Ironically, being tied and rendered harmless only made him want to struggle more fiercely. Having no choice but to laugh as his sensitive spots were stimulated only made him want to laugh harder. It felt as if he didn’t (and indeed couldn’t) suppress those reflexes. So, he did just that. He laughed, and he struggled, and he felt free.
“Gahaha! I-Is that the behest you gohot?”
“Oh, you did NOT just taunt me.” Angel jumped on the bed and sat between Husk’s legs to be able to reach both of the cat’s feet simultaneously and started tickling them. “Let’s add your other paw to the fun, hmm?”
“Bwahahaha! Shiehehet!!”
The added sensations certainly made a difference and Angel’s teasing also had an undeniable effect on him – like they brought out some as-of-yet unknown to him tickle masochist that never got a chance to come out. And the best part of it all was that, at the moment, because his mind was fully focused on the sensations at his paws, he didn’t have enough mental energy to feel ashamed of himself.
“Aah kitchie kitchie coo, whiskers! Who’s got ticklish paws?”
“I-I dohoho!” The words left his mouth before he could stop them.
“Yeah, you do! Let’s try some other spots, shall we?” He gave the cat’s paws a break and crawled up towards his torso. “Like your cute little belly!”
Husk felt a sudden urge to pull down his arms as he felt four of Angel’s hands lay their palms over his belly. He gave the spider demon a pleading look which he returned with a wink before dragging his claws across Husk’s soft belly.
“GAHAHAHA!”
“Damn, is your belly that ticklish? Or is it the fact that I’m using four hands? I got two more, y’know?” He showed off his extra unused limbs to Husk who could only shake his head frantically. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to use them yet. I’m saving them for later.”
To Husk, belly tickles felt very different to paw tickles. When his paws where being tickled, everything above them felt relatively safe. His only instinct was to kick and twist his legs free. His belly, however, was a different story. Having such a central spot tickled made him feel a lot more vulnerable and triggered a nervous response that begged him to curl up into a ball and protect that tender, tender spot from Angel’s explorative fingers.
He scratched the cat’s belly, squeezed his sides, teased his waistline and, at one point, even violated his belly button. Husk didn’t even know belly buttons could be ticklish, let alone his’. At some point, he had gotten used to it and managed to stop struggling, close his eyes and simply enjoy the moment. He was sure of it, now: He liked being tickled.
No.
He loved being tickled.
A jolt ran through his spine as he felt more claws invade his exposed armpits. His eyes shot open to see a smug Angel looking down on him.
“Told you I was saving them for later.”
Earlier, Husk wasn’t sure if he has a single ticklish spot on his whole body. Now he knew of at least four or five.
The cat squealed like a mewling kitten as Angel overstimulated his torso with an impressive degree of expertise. He was careful not to tickle too hard or spend too long on a single spot in order to keep them as sensitive and receptive as possible. He understood that tickling was as dependent on the physical as it was on the psychological. Obviously, the porn star had done this many times before, by request of his many clients. Tickle fetishes were not at all uncommon down in Hell. Though, out of all the clients he’d tickled to tears in the past, Husk was the first to be granted that privilege for free.
Before the session, Husk would’ve never understood why some people would pay money to get tied up and tickle, but after this, he would gladly part ways with some of his winnings at the poker table for a couple minutes alone with Angel’s delicate, albeit cruel, fingers.
Unfortunately for him (even if by his own request) that time came to an end as Angel abruptly retracted his hands from the feline’s body, leaving him teary eyed and out of breath.
“Alright. Time’s up. Ten minutes, just as you said.” He began undoing the straps but Husk stopped him.
“Wait!”
The smuggest, most mischievous, most knowing grin creeped across Angel’s face. “Yes? Is there something you want to ask?”
Husk’s face burned red.
“Please don’t make me say it.” He said, looking away in embarrassment.
“Oh, I’m am going make you say it. How else am I supposed to know what you want?”
“You know exactly what I’m going to say!”
“Then say it.”
Husk sighed. The butterflies in his stomach started fluttering around again. “C-Can we keep going?”
“Yes! Gosh, was it that hard?”
“Kind of,” Husk pouted. “It’s just that I used all those things on you but didn’t get to try any of them. I’m curious to see how they feel. And besides… I think I can take a whole lot more than what you just gave me!”
“You know what they say about cats and curiosity, right?”
“I’m already dead, Angel.”
They shared a laugh.
“Look,” Angel said in a serious tone. “I get the feeling of wanting to go harder but this is still your first time so I need you to promise me something before I tickle you half to death.”
“What’s that?”
“Communicate. Tell me when it gets too rough and you need a break. I mean it. This shit is dangerous for real if you get too carried away. Got that?”
“Whoa, uh… Y-Yeah, I guess.” Husk was a little taken aback by the sudden shift in Angel’s tone, but it made him feel safer. He had to remind himself that this was, in fact, his profession. “I promise. I’ll shout ‘bourbon’ if I need a break.”
“Good, that’ll be our safe word.” he smiled. “Now, what do you want to try first? Feathers, toothbrushes, pinwheels?”
“It’s your pick. I just have one more request…”
Angel cocked his head quizzically. “Oh?”
“Can– Can you tease me again? L-Like with that “coochie coo” and “kitty cat” stuff?”
“Oh. My. Lucifer. You ARE into this.”
“S-Shut up! Just tickle me already…”
“Daww, kitty cat wants a nice dose of the kitchy coos all over, does he?” He picked up a coarse-looking hairbrush and prepared to use it on the cat’s exposed stomach but then a better idea crossed his mind. He put down the hairbrush. “Y’know… that thing you did to me really tickled.”
“Thing? What thing?”
Angel took a deep breath.
“Oh, that thing- PAAAHAHAHA!!”
The raspberries that he so lavishly used on Angel when playing the role of the tickler, that gesture, which he found to be equally adorable and effective, had come back to bite him in the ass – or rather, the belly.
Once again, the durability of the cuffs and straps was put to the test and, once again, they held firm against the struggling cat demon. The same could not be said about the demon’s mental fortitude which eroded at an increasingly fast pace in the face of such a childish and humiliating torture. Tickling was bad enough, but raspberries? He really was starting to feel like a mewling kitten.
Deep breath. Raspberry. Torture. Deep breath. Raspberry. Torture.
He thought Angel might stop after the first ten or so raspberries. How many had he endured? Fifteen? Twenty? He’d lost count some time ago. There were tears welling up in his eyes, and he was starting to regret asking for an indefinite extension of his initial ten minutes.
“Kitty needs a little break?”
Somehow, he found himself shaking his head.
“Nah, I think you do.” Surprisingly, Angel didn’t indulge him. “It’s okay to want to push your limits, but let’s take it easy.”
It was clear to Husk just how much more experienced Angel was at this. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He said between labored breaths.
“And besides, it’s no fun if you break too soon.” The spider demon said with a wink.
Break. What a powerful word for such a seemingly harmless action. Husk thought.
After a minute of rest, Angel picked up a small paintbrush and a backscratcher and held them both up for Husk to see. “Now I’m going to use these to tickle you all over and find every last one of your sweet spots. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds like I’m a whole lot of trouble.” He said nervously. The proposition excited and scared him in equal measure. The last few minutes of raspberries left his stomach area feeling especially tender, but now that Angel had so clearly mentioned tickling him ‘all over’, he felt acutely aware of how exposed every bit of him was. His pits, his sides, his feet… Everything felt vulnerable and sensitive.
Angel pinched one of his ears by the tip and brought the paintbrush close to it. “We’ll start from top to bottom. I want you to hold your head still for this one, alright?”
“O-Okay.”
Weird. That’s how the thin filaments of the brush felt as they made contact with the inside of his ear. Uncontrollably, that ear flicked but couldn’t escape the tickles as Angel’s grip on its tip held firm. Husk, for his part, was doing a good job of holding his head still.
“He… Hehe…”
It tickled, sure, but not a lot. Gratification came in the form of holding his head still and allowing himself to be tickled, even if the brush failed to produce little more than an irritating itch. There was a certain sense of masochistic satisfaction in the act.
“Not very ticklish here, huh? Let’s do the other one.”
Some giggles, a few twitches, and little else. Angel didn’t waste any more time teasing the cat’s ears and pulled away, while Husk silently congratulated himself for being able to hold still.
“Alright, let’s do your neck, next. Hold still.”
Husk prepared to do just that, even tilting his head back to allow for easier access to his neck. Only this time, Angel skipped the brush and went straight to tracing one of his claws up and down from the cat’s chin to the base of his neck.
“Gahaha!” Husk immediately scrunched up, trapping his tickler’s hand which kept wiggling its claws.
“Aww, and you were doing so well before!”
“Stahap!”
“Whoa! Stop? Just from a few neck tickles? I’m not even going that hard on you.” Angel jammed the fingers of one of his other hands into the cat’s neck. “This is me going hard on you!”
Neck tickles felt especially strange to Husk, very different from armpit or paw tickles. On one hand, it was as if his body knew that the neck was a vital area and reacted accordingly even if the sensations themselves weren’t as unbearable as when applied to some of his other ticklish areas. On the other, the touches felt more intimate. Gooey, even. Having his paws tickled resulted in sharp, intense sensations that he could almost feel physically traveling up his legs, but with his neck, those same sensations propagated omnidirectionally, spreading like a warmth from his neck to his shoulders and ears. There was a certain relaxing quality to it.
At least until Angel used one of his extra sets of arms to hold his head still.
“Hey! Hehehey! N-No fahair!”
“Why not? You can’t seem to keep still on your own so I’m just helping you out.”
“Hehehelping?!”
Angel nodded. “We can’t find your best spots if you don’t let me tickle them. Remember, you asked for this.”
That much was true, and seemingly enough for Husk to stop protesting.
The neck tickling continued for a minute or two before Angel got bored of that spot and decided to move on.
“Seems your neck’s pretty ticklish.”
“No kidding,” huffed Husk.
“Alright, what’s next?” Angel twirled the backscratcher in his fingers.
Husk gave him a quizzical look. “I thought you said we were going top to bottom. I guess that makes my pits the next spot.”
“Oh, I know perfectly well where I’m tickling you next, kitty cat.” He smiled sheepishly. “I just wanted to make you say it out loud.”
Without warning, Angel raked the backscratcher across Husk’s right armpit, making the cat erupt with laughter once again. The gooey, warm, feel-good tickles ended and gave way to real torture.
“GAHAHA!!”
Being made to mention his armpits out loud before really did have some sort of psychological effect to make them feel more sensitive. In a way, it was unnecessary to go for his pits for the second time as part of that little ‘tickle test’ given how they had already been subjected to some tickling before. Granted, finding the ticklish spots themselves was secondary to the session’s main purpose: Fun. And boy, were they having fun.
Angel was having a blast. That day was certainly one to remember for the spider demon. Not only did he somehow manage to get Husk to help him out with his shoot, he also got the cat to submit to a tickle session afterwards. He couldn’t have imagined a better outcome than this.
Husk, for his part, had set aside any and all doubts with regards to what he now knew was the truth.
He loved tickling.
He loved to tickle and be tickled. It felt intense and new, like falling in love for the first time. And like falling in love for the first time, his instincts told him to push it as far as he could, even if his body couldn’t follow suit just yet. Luckily for him, Angel Dust was there for him. To gently guide him through his first experience and put a stop to it whenever he thought it might be too much for the curious cat, even if Husk insisted that he could take it.
“Doing alright, there, Husk?”
He nodded.
“Let’s change that.”
Husk felt the paintbrush on his other armpit and both it and the backscratcher worked in tandem to cover the entire spectrum of tickling sensations at once. Rough tickles on his right pit and soft, precise ones on his left. The fur on his armpit was thin and sparse enough that the delicate brush could still make contact with his skin unobstructed.
“So, which one tickles the most? Brush or backscratcher?”
“PAHAHA! I-I DUNNO!” He really didn’t know. The sensations merged together and became indistinguishable from one another.
“Don’t worry if you can’t decide just yet. We got lots of time for you to make up your mind. Or maybe… you don’t want to tell me and just want to be tickled for a long, long time like a good little kitty.”
The teasing. Husk was really starting to love the teasing. He now understood that, in tickling, the psychological element was just as crucial as the physical one, and being verbally teased by the provider of his physical torment satisfied his psychological masochism in all the right ways. His ego as still there, and the demeaning words did slightly wound it, but he was able to consciously override that pain just to allow himself to feel more immersed in the session.
“Fuck, you really are adorable like this, you know that? Out there you’re all grumpy and cranky and shit but tie you up and tickle you and you’re as cute as they come.”
“FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!”
“Oh? Now that’s not very nice.”
Using his second set of arms, Angel poked Husk’s ribs while he kept tickling his pits with the brush and the backscratcher.
“I was going to leave your pits alone before I started with your sides, but doing two spots at the same time seems more efficient, don’t you agree?”
“SOHORRY! I-I’M SOHOHORRY!”
“No, I don’t think you are. I think you’re a bad kitty who needs to a whole bunch of tickles to behave!”
He passed the tools from one set of hands to the other to use them on Husk’s ribs while poking and scratching his pits with his bare hands.
It was clear to Husk which tool tickled more when both were used on his ribs. The backscratcher. By a wide margin. When used on his pits, the tools provided different but equally torturous sensations. But, when used on his ribs, the stiff backscratcher was much more devastating when dragged over the bumps of his ribcage than the delicate brush which barely managed to produce a faint itch through the dense fur in the area.
The claws that remained to assault his pits were a lot like small backscratchers themselves, or so they felt like.
“PAHAHA BOURBON! BOURBON!”
Immediately, Angel stopped.
“You okay, Husk?”
“Y-Yeah…” His breathing was shallow and ragged. “Just got… a little… too much… for me to handle.”
“At least you used the safe word. That’s good. Never be afraid to say it when you stop having a good time.”
“Oh, I was still having a good time,” Husk said, surprising Angel. “I just didn’t want to pass out too early.”
“Holy shit. A tickle lover and a masochist,” Angel laughed. “A man after my own heart.”
“I’m no masochist. I’m not into the whole whipping thing.”
“Tickle-masochist, then,” he said with a playful flick of Husk’s nose. “Want to rest for a while before we go on?”
“Nah, I think I’m okay now. Let’s keep going.”
“Eager, are we?” He picked up the brush and gave Husk’s pit a quick swipe, making him yelp in surprise. “We’ve done your ears, neck, pits and ribs. What’s next?”
“Uhm… I guess my sides or my belly?”
“Your sides and your belly? Got it!”
He didn’t try to argue, knowing that Angel would probably turn his words against him in one way or another. Sides and belly at the same time. Okay. He could do this. Closing his eyes, he steeled himself for the oncoming touches of the paintbrush and backscratcher only to be thrown a curveball when he felt none of them.
“OHOHO SHIHIEHET!”
“Do you like the hairbrush?”
“FAHAHAHACK”
“I’m going to take that as a ‘yes’.”
The hairbrush managed to be much worse than the backscratcher or the paintbrush would’ve been on his belly. The wide body of the brush was perfect to torment the larger surface area of Husk’s midriff. Angel moved the instrument masterfully, alternating between simple back and forth, sideways strokes and rougher circular motions around his bellybutton.
Of course, Angel hadn’t forgot his sides. A common two-armed demon might’ve focused their efforts on Husk’s belly while giving one of his sides a squeeze here and there, but the spider demon had two pair of arms out and a third one in reserve. While the brush swished and swirled, his spare hands scratched, poked, squeezed and prodded at his tender sides, forcing the overstimulated cat to shake his hips from side to side.
“Trying to wiggle away from the tickles? Tsk, tsk. Not happening, kitty cat. You’re stuck here with me for as long as I want. Until then, your body is mine to play with.”
“PLEHEHEASE STOHOP!”
“If you really want me to stop, just say the safe word. Do you want me to stop?”
“GYAAHAHAHAHA”
“Heh. Didn’t think so.”
The impulse to shout the safe word and put an end to the torture was there, but the knowledge that it meant stopping the fun kept Husk from succumbing to it. His self-control was getting notably better as he learned how to handle the tickling whilst retaining enough sanity and enough willpower not to pass out too easily like what nearly happened earlier. In other words, he was getting better at being tickled. Well… either that or his belly and sides were just not that ticklish. But that seemed unlikely.
He recalled how loud Angel laughed when he tickled him in those same spots and wondered if he was simply less ticklish than the porn star, or that maybe he had been playing it up for the camera earlier.
“You really are a tickle masochist,” Angel said, leaning in close to Husk’s face. “I can see it in your eyes. You love this.”
Of course, Husk knew he was right, but he still shook his head in playful denial.
“Oh yes you do. Trust me, I can tell, and I’ve tickled a lot of people.”
He didn’t doubt that. Angel’s delicate movements and precise targeting of his most sensitive areas betrayed many years of experience. As he thought about it, the idea of tickling a plethora of willing sinners didn’t sound entirely unappealing, now that he was starting to seriously enjoy the practice. He thought perhaps he should pitch the idea to Charlie, despite being fairly sure that the answer would come in the form of an eviction notice.
After what felt like an hour of belly tickling (but in reality, was no more than ten minutes), Angel moved down towards his inner thighs, squeezing them through his boxers, dangerously close to his private parts. Under different circumstances, this might’ve frightened him, but now he didn’t seem to mind the near-erotic touch as much. It didn’t tickle as intensely as his belly did but it did feel quite pleasant.
“Heheh… F-Feels kihinda good.”
“It does, doesn’t it? I do this to my clients a lot before jerking them off. Makes for good foreplay.”
“Yeaha. D-Don’t tohouch my dihick.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, we’re not doing that.”
As obnoxious and outright predatory as Angel could be from time to time, Husk had to admit that he didn’t feel unsafe at all with him. The position he found himself in could very easily be taken advantage of, but instead of his usual advances, his primary concern was that Husk had a safe and pleasant introduction to tickling.
His struggles had mostly ceased by now safe for a few reflexive kicks and a spasm here and there, as the thigh tickling felt more like an intense massage than the torture he’d just endured on his torso.
“So, how are you feeling?” Angel asked, easing up on the tickles to make it easier for Husk to speak.
“I l-like it a lot more thahan I expected. It’s actually kind of embaharrassing.”
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re far from the only one.”
“I know that, it’s just… Hehe. It makes f-feel all vulnerable ahand helpless but I kind of enjoy thahat? I-I dohon’t know, seems a little inahadequate for someone like mehe.”
“You mean someone who’s allergic to fun unless it comes in liquid form?”
“Yohou know what I mehean.” He turned his head away, embarrassed.
“That’s completely normal at this stage.” He ceased the tickling entirely. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve done a couple of private shoots for Overlords. They pay to watch this kind of stuff.”
“Shit, really? Who?”
“Obviously I can’t tell you,” Angel stated matter-of-factly. “Secrecy is an important part of what I do.”
“What if I tickle it out of you?” he said with a smirk which Angel returned.
“Oh, sweetheart. You’re in no position to threaten me.” He poked the cat’s side to illustrate his point. “Now let’s keep going.” He walked towards the end of the bed where Husk’s paws stood bound with their toes curled as if in preparation to the incoming torment. “You know, Husk, I love my body, but if I could change any one aspect of it, I’d give myself a cute set of paws just like yours.”
“Uh… Thank you?”
“I mean it.” He grabbed one of Husk’s feet and massaged the sole with his thumb. “So soft and fluffy… And the paw-pads are just the cutest things.” He poked the cat’s pads one by one with his index finger.
“Hehehey!”
“And of course, they are pretty ticklish too, right?”
“Hehehe! Hahahahaha!”
“Yes, they are.” Angel gradually ramped up the tickling from gentle pokes to more aggressive scratching of Husk’s paw-pads. “You’re a good kitty cat with cute ticklish paw-pads, aren’t you?”
Husk could only laugh and try, in vain, to kick his leg free from the cuff that held it as angel gripped his toes and forced them open to tickle the tender spots underneath them.
“BWAHAHAHA.” The bed rattled as he started thrashing again.
“Whoa? Is this a soft spot?” Angel gave a quick, high intensity scratch under the cat’s toes and noted a momentary increase in his struggling. “Yep. That’s a soft spot alright.”
Husk couldn’t hear Angel’s words through his own echoing laughter as he fought hard to suppress the urge to yell out the safe words and get those damn fingers away from his toes. Luckily for him, Angel swapped out his fingers for the fine-tipped paintbrush which was more manageable although it did introduce a certain itchy undertone to the tickling as its malleable bristles snaked through the curves and crevices of his sole.
“A soft tool for a soft spot. What do you think, Whiskers?”
No sound came from Husk’s mouth aside from uncontrollable laughter.
“You think your other foot could use some attention too?”
“NAAHAHAHA! N-NAHAH!”
“Sorry, can’t make out what you’re saying. I’ll just assume that was ‘Yes, please tickle the shit out of my sensitive paws.’”
Husk didn’t try to argue as Angel would have surely turned his words against him in some way or another.
When the second brush hit his second paw, it was as if lightning struck him, and he was once again charged up and made to struggle maniacally. Had the movement of one brush mirrored its twin’s, perhaps the sensations could meld together into a single one of similar feeling but higher intensity. However, they did not do this. Angel had the uncanny ability of maintaining two complex but distinct patterns simultaneously, overloading Husk’s panicked brain with an excess of stimuli.
In other words, Angel was a really good paw tickler.
So good, in fact, that a mere minute of torture was all it took to sap Husk of his strength and leave him limp in his bondage. Aside from the occasional spasm, his flailing toes accounted for most of the movement the tired cat was capable of.
“Lively piggies, eh? I can tie them to the cuffs so you can’t curl them. How does that sound?”
Positively diabolical. That’s how that sounded to Husk, even though he found himself unable to vocalize it. Meanwhile, Angel deliberately targeted the spaces beneath his flailing toes, as if to emphasize his point, and was proven right as those digits wiggled with renewed vigor, dancing to an inaudible but strident tune of brushes swiping back and forth over the tender skin.
Just as blackness began to creep in from the corners of his vision, threatening to cut the session short, Angel finally relented. This time around, the cat needed a longer break to recover. His sides hurt from constant laughter, as did his cheeks from being forcefully contorted into a smile for the past while.
“Stay with me, Husk. Can’t have you conking out before we try out the rest of your spots.”
“R-Rest? You already tickled me every—” Suddenly, Husk recalled how he had flipped Angel on his belly halfway through his session. “Oh, right.”
“Yeah. When I said I was going to tickle you everywhere, I meant everywhere.” Angel began undoing the cuffs. “Unless you’ve had enough? You already went pretty far today; we can always call it a day.”
The answer came automatically to Husk. “Nope,” was all he said before flipping himself on his belly and realigning his limbs with the cuffs – the fear and shame of being vulnerable had been thoroughly tickled out of him, and all that remained was a curious cat who – as curious cats do – wanted nothing more than to explore his own limits in the company of someone who he appreciated and who appreciated him in return.
Over the past couple of hours, his perception of Angel Dust had shifted from that of an obscene man-whore to that of a kind and friendly man-whore who had every opportunity to take advantage of him but didn’t, all for the apparent sake of showing Husk a good (and safe) time. Perhaps he had initially misjudged the spider demon, or perhaps it was the mind-dulling effects of the alcohol in his bloodstream that stirred such thoughts. He decided he was irrelevant at the moment. The time to process his thoughts would come later, preferably accompanied by sobriety.
After re-cuffing the cat’s wrists, ankles, and tail, Angel set four of his hands on Husk’s shoulders and shoulder blades, delivering a short but exquisite massage that relieved some of the tension that had accumulated on those areas from frantically struggling.
“Feel good?”
“Yeah,” moaned Husk.
“Enjoy it while it last, because I’m throwing you back to Giggle Town in a minute.” As he massaged, Angel leaned in close enough to whisper into Husk’s ear. “You’re doing great, kitty.” Husk grinned happily upon hearing that bit of praise. “Want me to go all out with the tools, and oil, and all that?” He nodded. “Are you sure? It’ll be torture.”
“I’m sure.”
“Good kitty. Let’s start again slow and work our way up to the heavy stuff.”
The massage morphed into the start of another round of tickling as Angel’s hands slowly drifted from his shoulders and back towards his sides and armpits – delicately tracing across those vulnerable spots. He didn’t linger over those spots, though. Instead, he dragged his fingers towards the cat’s spine, producing spasmic shivers and hushed giggles from a clearly surprised Husk.
“Haha. D-Didn’t know backs could be thihis t-ticklish!” Husk blurted out amidst chortles.
“Yeah, most people don’t. But then again, most people don’t let themselves get tied belly down and tickled for fun.” He said in mock-condescendence. “Only weirdos do that.”
“Fuhuck Ohohoff!”
Despite having tickled Angel’s back, Husk decidedly did not expect his own back to be so sensitive. The tickling sensations inflicted by the dexterous fingers upon his back was like a mix between the same type of tickling he could feel on his armpits or his feet with the added effect of sending shivers across his whole body. Funny how intensity is the only factor separating a pleasant massage from an intense tickle session.
Angel’s traveling fingertips trekked lower once more, from the middle of his back to the small of it, right above the spot where his tail began out from, and teasingly scratched that thinly-furred area. Yet another ticklish spot that Husk hadn’t considered, but one that drew surprised chortles from him nevertheless – though not for very long as Angel intended to honor his playmate’s earlier request of oil and rougher tools.
“You get one last massage before I thoroughly destroy you, kitty cat,” he said as he picked up the very same bottle of massage oil that had been used on him a while earlier.
“Heh. Do your worst.”
“You’ll regret saying that.”
Husk looked back at the spider demon with a grin. “Make me.”
Angel’s heart skipped a beat.
He rushed to uncap the bottle and drizzle a generous amount of oil over Husk’s back from his neck to the base of his tail, then repeated the process for the back of his legs, making sure to dispense an abundant amount of oil over the soles of his paws. Husk shivered as the cold liquid trickled down his fur. With all of his arms, Angel simultaneously massaged the cat’s back and both of his legs with six delicate hands, taking his time to spread the oil evenly.
For the bound feline, the almost violently relaxing massage served as a prelude to what would be the most intense, mind-shattering, full-body tickling session he would experience yet. The anticipation was killing him. Part of him wondered if Angel was dragging out the massage to build up that anticipation. If that was indeed his intention, it was working wonderfully.
He recalled the pleading look with which Angel begged him to help him with the shoot. He was sober then, before Angel bribed him with that bottle of whisky. As always, a bit of social lubricant helped guide his decision-making down the path that would end up with him reveling in worldly pleasures – tied up in a makeshift porn set, in the hotel that he was forced to work in, receiving a mind-melting full-body massage from its loudest, proudest, and most obnoxious resident. Come to think of it, he was sober now too. The drink had worn off a long time ago. Every decision Husk made from asking to be tickled onwards had been done consciously.
“There. All nice and oiled up.” Husk’s body shimmered like a candy apple. Excess massage oil dripped from his body and stained the bedsheets. Perhaps Angel had been a little too generous in dispensing the viscous liquid. “Still remember the safe word?” Husk nodded. “Good. Just wanted to make sure because I’m not gonna go easy on you.”
Excitement and fear overcame him as Angel opened the toy box. Eyes shut and face firmly buried in the pillow, Husk’s mind ran wild with the possibilities. What instrument of untold ticklish torment would Angel use on him first? Pinwheels? Electric toothbrushes? Or perhaps those socks lined with fluff?
“O—oh, shiiiit,” he moaned at the unexpected vibrations against his crotch. Angel jammed the wand vibrator underneath his pelvis and turned it on low intensity. It tickled, slightly, but it mainly felt nice – which his body seemed to welcome. He turned his head to see Angel smiling sheepishly.
“Well, used this on me earlier so it’s only fair I get to use it on you too, no?” He laughed. “…But if you don’t wanna—”
“N—no. It’s, uh… It’s okay. Feels kind of good.”
Angel visibly relaxed. “Just thought it would make what I’m about to do next a little more… bearable.”
Suddenly, the sound of another higher-pitched buzz filled the room… and another, and another, and one more. Electric toothbrushes, four in total, held up for Husk to see – their vibrating heads eager to make contact with the cat’s oiled body. His eyes grew wide as they approached.
“GAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Pits and sides. Those were the spots chosen by Angel to be the first to experience the best of the best in his arsenal of tickle tools. For Husk, it was as if a lightning bolt had struck him. Each individual fiber that penetrated past his fur and vibrated against his tender skin was amplified tenfold by the oil that removed any and all friction from the contact. Every joule produced by the motors inside the toothbrushes were conducted through the filaments with near-perfect efficacy, every bit of energy fully converted into intense tickling inside Husk’s mind. Well… maybe, not every bit. A good deal of it felt like pleasure – sensual pleasure. Such was the vibrator’s contribution to the treatment.
“Hanging in there, Husk?”
“SHIHIHIHIT!!”
“No? That’s too bad because I’ve only just started!”
Angel’s hand coordination was something else, especially considering he had six of them. With his upper right hand, he drew imaginary spirals with the toothbrush around his ticklee’s right armpit, with his upper left, he zigzagged over the other pit, and with his middle hands he sandwiched the cat’s lean torso between two other toothbrushes, raggedly running up and down his sides with unpredictable variations in speed and pressure, making it completely impossible for Husk to identify a pattern and get used to it.
Indeed, this was the very worst form of torture that Husk had experienced yet. He felt exhausted, desperate for relief of any kind. His whole body ached from a mixture of frantic struggling and forced laughter, and his capacity to think clearly had been taken from him ever since the first brush touched his pit. He was powerless, defeated and rendered harmless by the toothbrushes.
And he absolutely loved it. Welcomed it, even.
He willed himself into believing that there was no safe word, no possible escape from the torment. Somehow it felt… better that way. To fully surrender mind and body to the four hands wielding four brushes wrecking four of his most ticklish spots. And as if four hands weren’t enough, Angel had two more spare ones just waiting to be put to action. Those two found their way to the tender areas behind Husk’s knees and started squeezing, adding yet another layer to his torment.
“Remember, shout the safe word if it gets too intense,” reminded Angel.
Shut up! Husk thought. At that point, he’d rather forget the safe word entirely and live out the fantasy of being trapped with no escape. Evidently, he was way in over his head, and didn’t yet fully realize the indispensable value of a safe word despite having had to make use of it not that long ago. Such was the intensity of the ticklish ecstasy that he was feeling – overriding both common sense and sense of self-preservation. Or perhaps that was a trait of his cat-like physiology.
It didn’t take long for the hands molesting the back of his knees to descend further and begin scratching at the soles of his feet. Those spots he could feel quite intensely, as opposed to his less ticklish knees.
It was at that point that his muscles officially gave out and renounced themselves to limpness, passively accepting the tickles as they came.
“Aww. Not gonna shake that cute little butt for me anymore?”
He would’ve retorted with a snappy comeback but that required more mental effort than he was capable of at the moment.
“Let’s see if I can get you to move again.”
The torture stopped, but only for a brief moment as Angel picked out an assortment of tools from his toy box. First, he wrapped a long Velcro strap around Husk’s torso and slid two electric toothbrushes under it in a way that left their vibrating heads perpetually contacting his armpits. The he picked up the pair of fluff-lined socks that the cat had used on him and began slipping them over his paws.
“Remember these? Really made me scream, huh? Man, I wonder how loud they’ll make you squeal.”
Finally, he raised the intensity of the vibrator still jammed between Husk’s crotch and the bed before turning on the socks and electric toothbrushes.
Did the change in tools manage to get Husk squirming again? Well, no. Apart from an initial spasm, the feline still lay limp in response to the overwhelming stimulation. His muscles were simply too tired to offer any resistance.
The toothbrushes assaulting his pits had gone from torturous to irritating, due to the lack of motion. Husk found them slightly more manageable when they weren’t moving in random patterns against his armpits.
The same could not be said about the socks. Those thick, oversized socks, filled to the brim with hyperactive fluff that wriggled against his oiled soles, grazing the paw-pads and slithering between every toe. No spot on his feet was left un-tickled. Regardless of what he did with his toes, whether curled or splayed, still or wiggling, it made no difference.
Angel, of course, wasn’t just going to sit back and watch. He grabbed some more tools and got to work, distributing his efforts throughout the free spots of Husk’s body, that being his sides, belly, back, neck, knees and ears.
And in the following moments, Husk felt it all.
Brushes wedged themselves (bristly part up) in-between the bed and his belly, combing his stomach fur to a disheveled mess and tickling like hell in the process. Backscratchers raked across his sides from pits to hips and pinwheels began a long, repeated trek across the back of his legs from buttocks to ankles, stopping just short of those fluff-filled socks before returning to their starting point and doing it all over again. Feathers irritated his ears and even the small of his back, just above his tail, got another fair share of tickles, at the tips of the spider demon’s manicured nails.
It felt horrible, but amazing. Unbearable, but Husk never wanted it to stop.
He was drenched in sweat, and he coughed in-between ragged cackles.
“Remember, Husk. You asked for this!”
Angel’s teasing barely reached his ears over the noises of his own laughter reverberating throughout the room, but he was right. Husk asked for this, and he couldn’t be happier that he did.
Unfortunately for him, his body felt differently. Sensations started to meld together and become duller as time passes. His laughter waned fast as his vision started getting blurry. He tried to put his lips together and shout the safe word but it was too late. His world was only visible through a tiny point in his otherwise blackened sight. Genuine panic started setting it.
“Oh, shit!”
Quick as lightning, Angel discarded his tools and turned off the ones still attached to Husk, just as he started noticing the feline’s conscience fading.
He approached Husk’s face and placed a hand on his cheek.
“You alright?”
“Mmh… Y-yeah…” Husk groaned.
Angel breathed a sigh of relief. “Holy shit, you had me scared for a second.” He removed the Velcro strap and the socks before untying the cuffs and helping Husk sit up. “I’ll go get some water.”
As Husk regained his bearings, he realized just how much of a mess he was. Only now did he notice the tears that streamed from his eyes. Was he crying from laughing so hard? He took a refreshing sip of water and tried to stand up but his knees gave out as soon as he put the slightest bit of pressure on them, and he slumped back onto the bed.
“You should rest.” Angel said, sitting next to him on the bed.
As the adrenaline of the session simmered down, an awkward silence filled the room as both men waited for the other to speak up. In the end, it was Husk who broke the tension, though not how Angel expected.
“Hehe—hey!” laughed Angel as he recoiled from Husk’s probing fingers. “You really want to start again, kitty cat? After what you’ve just been through?”
Husk chuckled weakly. “I guess not. That was one Hell of a ride.”
“So… Did you like it?”
“I did.” He paused. “It’s weird, but I definitely enjoyed it. Every part of me was begging to stop, but in my mind, I just wanted to see how far I could push it, and how ticklish I really am.” A wry laugh escaped his lips. “Of course, I knew I wasn’t in any real danger, so that helped.”
Angel placed a hand over his leg and smiled warmly. “I get that it’s exciting at first and you wanted to test your limits but it’s not good to let yourself get tickled unconscious. Why didn’t you say the safe word?”
“I tried to, but I couldn’t get it out in time. It’s hard to speak when you’re laughing your head off.”
“I guess it is. I’m sorry if I went overboard at the end.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Husk shrugged. “I actually liked it a lot more than I thought I would.”
“Heh. It certainly seems like you did.” Angel stood up. “Anyway, we’ve been here a while. I’ve got to put away all this crap before Niffty comes up to clean the room. In the meantime, you should take a shower.”
After a moment of rest, Husk’s legs had regained enough strength to wobblily carry him to the private bathroom in the suite. His reflection in the mirror revealed just how messed up he looked. Sweat and dry tears matted his disheveled fur from head to toe and his cheeks looked a shade redder than normal. He looked as if he’d just ran five marathons back-to-back. He snickered, embarassed, as if staring at his own reflection grounded him back in reality and reminded him that, in his right state of mine, he would never have agreed to get tied up and tickled, let alone ask his torturer to progressively up the ante until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He turned the shower handle and stepped into the small cubicle and closed his eyes for a moment, letting the warm water run through his fur.
What will I say to Angel when I step out of this bathroom? He thought.
Pretending that things between were the same as they had been earlier that day didn’t seem realistic. He could just about convince himself that the porn shoot had been a mere favor – he could even claim that the promise of booze had been his only motivator – but the same logic didn’t work for his own tickle session. Angel didn’t pressure him for that, didn’t even ask. It was Husk himself who asked for it.
He lathered his fur in shampoo and began scrubbing, noticing a particular tenderness in some of the spots that had received the most attention, namely his pits, sides, belly and the soles of his feet.
What possessed me to ask him to tickle me?
The answer lied in what he felt when he asked that question.
Curiosity.
Curiosity was what made him ask to be strapped down and tickled. Curiosity gained after being on the giving and of one such session, and witnessing first-hand how much Angel seemed to enjoy it.
But that wasn’t all. He’d be deluding himself if he didn’t factor in that Angel had a certain… effect on him. Maybe the way that the porn star was so open and uninhibited about his sexuality made him feel at ease to experiment with a bit of kinky fun himself without shame. After all, if anyone was going to shame him for any kind of sexually deviant act, it sure as Hell wouldn’t be the most sexually deviant person he knew.
Stepping out of the shower, he began drying his fur with a towel.
He decided not to jump to conclusions. Although undeniable, his growing affection for Angel was something he decided to ponder upon later, on his own time, and that showing signs of it too early might turn out to be unwise for him in the long-run. As for the former question, curiosity seemed like a satisfactory answer for the moment. And, regardless of his motivations, one thing was undeniable: He had a ton of fun.
Before dressing and coming out of the bathroom, he took another look in the mirror, amused at the puffy look of his coat of fur. He opened the door and stepped back into the room. Angel rested on the bed, now wearing his usual clothes.
“You took a while,” he said. “Needed some time alone to think about things?”
“N—no!” Husk stammered, flustered.
“Yeah right,” laughed Angel. “Look, what happened here today won’t leave this room. You have my word on that.”
“I sure hope so.”
“Ever heard of professional secrecy? I have a reputation to uphold.” Angel sat up and approached him. “And look, if you ever get that itch to try this again – and, trust me, you will – well… all you have to do is ask.”
The sheer frontality of the proposition sent shivers down Husk’s spine, and left him petrified. It was almost enough to make him ask Angel for another go right then and there, but he managed to keep his composure.
“R—right. I’ll, uh… Keep that in mind.”
“I bet you will,” Angel said with a wink. “Now, about that drink I owe you. Want to go down to the bar?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.”