Be Jealous

"And from there-on-out, Kid delivered exactly what they'd promised. While both ticklish feet were equally as bound and vulnerable, they weren't treated as such. 

Tybalt's feet were soothed by a soft and sensual petting. One that certainly made him giggle, but the noises he tried to suppress the most were his moans. Sadly, it was pointless. The pleasant tickle of Kid's skilled fingers was just too much to resist. Embarrassingly, now and then a gasp or grunt  would slip out. Much to the delight of his tormentor.  It made Kid grin as they worked their delicate digits lovingly around his wanting sole. It was a treat for them to see this bound muscular studs in heat like this. He was so cute and shameless.~

But what really made Kid smile was looking at Tristan. A true example of pathetic desperation. Safe to say his soft, fishnet covered foot wasn't being treated to the same love and care as his brother's. Kid would disagree though. Oh no, they were treating Tristan's poor foot with the same attention and care. Only in this case it was to make sure their captive was going damn near out of his mind with ticklish agony. 

Every single weak-point Tristan had on his poor right foot was found and exploited for maximum suffering. Nails between the toes, marching digits on his instep, the dreaded raking of his sensitive, quivering soles. The cackling goth had never been treated to a tickle assault like this in his life. Normally there was an air of flirtation, or shred of mercy. This time the only smile's he would get from Kid were the cruelest they could muster. All while they fawned and flirted with their victim right next to him. That's what made it all the more hellish. Seeing just how lovingly Tybalt was being treated compared to him.

Tristan's shirtless brother was damn near panting at this point. Under Kid's administrations he was turned into a complete wreck in his bonds, left aching in his silly orange shorts. Kid gasped at how tall his tent stood, they just had to see it for themselves. Besides, it would break their heart to see their new plaything suffer. Not when they already had a brother to suffer for him. Kid knew how much the site of this must be teasing Tristan, and they reveled in it. All the while the poor goth's hard-on went ignored.

This didn't mean the bandaged blonde got away from Kid's teasing though. Instead, knowing how much more intense it would make his release, they actually teased him all the more. Like a cat, Kid crawled between their toy's thighs and went to work. Their fingers traced along his based, their thumb nestled against his sweet spot, their tongue fluttered against his tip.... Tristan's tongue was basically on the floor.

He wanted it. He wanted that kind of attention so bad! Instead the poor goth's ticklish body wasn't even given the courtesy to be left alone. While Tybalt got Kid, Tristan got the no-nonsense director between his legs. And instead of bringing pleasure, she brought a contract and some very persuasive nails. Nails that had no problem skittering across  his quivering thighs while he bucked for all he was worth. She wanted him signed on for more videos, and she was determined to get it.

Kid twinkled a knowing wink to Tristan as he signed on the dotted line. They worked their soft closed palms together and made Tybalt shoot harder than he ever had in his life. Tristan envyingly watched Kid's face beam with excitement as they pumped each toe curling gush of Tybalt's orgasm.  All while the poor goth's desires weren't just left unfulfilled, but enflamed even more.

And with the two of them exchanging numbers at the end of it all, Tristan could expect this wouldn't be the end of it."

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