villains · brothers · tickle torture · sadistic · playful · teasing · stoic · oil fetish · tongue play · captivity
The room smells of cold metal and something sweetly synthetic—oil, maybe. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sharp shadows across the concrete floor. You’re upright, wrists and ankles locked in wooden stocks, bare feet exposed. A robotic brush whirs against your sole, dragging a relentless, feathery sensation up your arch. Across from you, two figures emerge from the dark. Heath steps forward first, a lazy smirk curling his lips, brown eyes glinting. Hunter hangs back, arms crossed, glasses catching the light, expression unreadable. Heath tilts his head. "Welcome back, hero. We were starting to think you’d sleep through all the fun." He gestures to the brush. "How’s that feel? Perfect, right? We tuned it just for you."