This is a university dorm if I've ever seen one. A classic story, really. A young, cocky lad thinks he can earn some quick cash by selling foot pics online.
Little does he know that being so open with your soles is playing with fire.
One day he'll wake up with those smooth soles of his tied to the foot of his bed, face buried in his pillow, still in his underwear. He'll tug, perplexed, thinking they're just stuck, but he'll realise just how fucked he is when ten spidering fingers make their way down his sleepy soles. He'll crane his neck desperately even as the tickles drain his energy, but he'll find that the fan who traked is IP address is wearing a mask, and planned this meticulously.
The wannabe entrepreneur will flail helplessly at the unending tickles, eventually not even having the strength to push himself up off his mattress. It will be two minutes of this before he remembers that today is the day every other one of his housemates were on a course fieldtrip for two days. His gasp of realisation would quickly be swallowed by giggles as the tickling fingers started to focus on the inside of his arches.
The avid fan would have ages to get to know his foot crush, and every nook and cranny of the cocky student's ticklish body.
But for now, the main prize.
"These feet are just as ticklish as they look online, Sam. So kind of you to show them off for us."
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