The Lucky Winner
“Yeah that sounds great….no I agree, and it’ll go for a great cause…ok let me know when we find out who it is…yup….you too,, thanks…bye”. Daniel Radcliffe ended the call on his cell phone, placing it on the kitchen table of his New York flat; where he was currently staying from his extensive broadway production of ‘How to Succeed In Buisness’.
His publicity agent had just informed him that since he was so popular in the states, a nationally syndicated radio show was going to hold a contest. The contest? Send a five dollar donation in an envelope, along with your name, address, phone number, etc; and you would be placed in a drawing (announced over the air), and the lucky winner would get to spend an entire day with Daniel Radcliffe. The proceeds went for a charity that Dan was quite fond of; so it was a win-win situation.
Daniel was excited; not only was he very fortunate for the career and life he was given, but he was also extremely humble and dedicated to his fans; especially his Potter ones. After-all, they had been the ones who got him where he was (well, that and a series of very successful movies). So now it was just a matter of waiting for the contest results, which would be announced a couple of weeks later. Dan picked up his jacket; and headed out the door of his flat, wanting to explore the city.
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3 Weeks Later
The contest winner had been announced over the air- a very lucky 19 year old teen named Brandon from Arizona. He was on his way (expenses paid) to New York to meet with Dan at his flat, where he would spend the day with him (and also get an extra day or two by himself to explore the city). Daniel was walking around the flat cleaning the place up- he was an OCD neat freak; and chuckled at the thought of his obsessiveness while running the feather duster over his glass coffee table. Suddenly, his front buzzer rang; signaling Brandon’s arrival. Daniel stashed the duster and remaining cleaning supplies away; checked his appearance in the mirror, and stopped. It was hard to believe how much he had grown- as he looked at the slight showing of stubble upon his chin and neck; which led down his slim body, to his famously photographed treasure trail, underneath his shirt. He suddenly realized he was leaving his company waiting; and went to the door to buzz Brandon in.
He was greeted by a slender, six-foot tall teenager; with jet black hair, and a healthy tan to him. Brandon’s face was smooth and clear, with crystal blue eyes that pierced deeply when looking directly at you. He carried a messenger bag over his one shoulder, and he appeared to be nervous as could be (which Dan expected).
“H-Hi!” Brandon managed to stutter out.
“Hey there! Come on inside!” Dan replied in his smooth British accent, gesturing Brandon to step in, welcoming him in with a smile. Brandon obviously was impressed by the modernistic New York flat; where upon the walls hung various works of art, and even a collection of old movie posters from the 1950’s; some signed by the original cast. Dan noticed Brandon’s amazed stare towards the hanging posters.
“Haha yeah I’m quite into old films, poster-collecting is somewhat a hobby of mine, well, that and constantly cleaning!” He laughed.
“Oh no no,” Brandon replied, “That’s cool, I’m the same way with cleaning. So uhm…I guess thank you so much for the opportunity to get to meet you. I’m a major fan, I’ve been hooked on your acting ever since the first Potter movie.”
Dan smiled, as he heard this compliment quite often. Dan quickly proceeded to give Brandon a tour of his flat, as they made small talk about the various Potter movies, while Brandon asked more questions about Dan’s life. But as Brandon gestured towards a closed door, Dan stopped him, nervously placing a hand infront of his.
“Oh no man, you can’t even think about going in the spare bedroom. I’ve only been here a few months and I never got around to setting up the spare room, and it’s a disaster in there!” He laughed more. Thinking nothing of it, Brandon moved towards the livingroom, where the pair sat down talking, discussing life, what they loved about the Potter series (both being avid readers of the Books) and Dan told his stories of meeting J.K. Rowling. After a while, they decided to head on out and do some more fun activities; bowling, getting a bite to eat, heading to the local New York stops and attractions.
The two talked about every aspect of life: hobbies, family, music, pet peeves (like how Dan couldn’t stand it when people referred to him as “Mr. Potter”).
Around four pm, the two were getting pretty tired of the outing, and Dan invited Brandon back to his flat, to hang out there for a few more hours; insisting that he stay long enough to fully enjoy the day.
“Oh man Daniel…this is just insane, I’m like freaking out every minute, I can’t believe I’m actually hanging out with you!” He spoke, as the duo returned inside Dan’s flat.
“Ha-ha you’re a pretty cool guy, Brandon; I can’t remember when I’ve had this much fun. It’s nice to get a break from acting, meetings, TV. appearances, all that jazz.”
Dan had gone to the kitchen, to grab a couple of drinks; and obviously his hearing wasn’t as good as he thought. Because while he bent over in the fridge, moments later he felt a hand on either side of him, digging into his sensitive flesh.
“Wahahaoo!!!” Dan stood straight up, a huge grin coming across his face.
“Aw, what’s the matter, is Mr. Potter ticklish?” Brandon chuckled.
“Oh, that’s it” Dan grinned, turning around, chasing Brandon out of the kitchen. But Brandon wasn’t quick enough- all those years of training for stunt work on set had given Daniel an advantage in stamina. He pinned Brandon to the ground, and began digging into the teen’s sensitive sides.
“Noahahahahahaa!!!!” Brandon screamed, squirming around the floor underneath Dan’s powerful grip.
“Oh, someone’s ticklish there, isn’t he?” Daniel taunted, as he dug into Brandon’s flesh with more aggression, squeezing up and down the sensitive teen’s sides, taunting him all the while.
“Pleasseeeehahahahahaha!” Brandon laughed, managing finally to struggle free. He got to his knees, taking Daniel to the floor, and pinning HIM to the ground this time around. It was just then that Brandon saw the handle of the feather-duster sticking out from underneath Daniel’s coffee table. He picked the object up, studying it with an evil grin.
“Detention, Mr. Potter” he added, setting Dan into a rage of squirms, as the feathers made contact with the star’s smooth bare feet.
“NoooOooOhohohoho!” Daniel pleaded, as a wicked grin spread across his handsome face. But for all the two seemed to hate tickling, a secret was soon to be revealed; their secret loves for it. Daniel continued to plead while his arches endured the torment of a hundred ostrich feathers, up and down, back and forth.
“Ok, fine. I’ll let you up, you big baby!” Brandon joked, letting the star back up. Daniel regained his composure, thinking how to word his next sentence, very carefully.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were looking for a tickling, provoking me like that”. And then Daniel caught it- the guilty expression- Brandon’s eyes lowering to the ground nervously, just for a moment.
“I think I’m right, eh?” Daniel motioned closer, poking him in the sides. Brandon nodded vigorously.
“Well, truth be told. I might have enjoyed doing it to you” Dan whispered, almost inaudible, as he was inches away from Brandon’s face, reassuring him. Brandon looked up into Dan’s eyes with a surprised grin.
“I think it’s time we check out that spare bedroom of mine”. Daniel motioned for Brandon to follow him, as Dan unlocked the door- and when Brandon stepped inside, his only reaction was pure astonishment.
The room was not a bedroom at all; but more or less an obsessed tickler’s paradise. On the wall hung various feathers of different lengths, sizes, and colors. There were several tables in the room, housing different items of tickle-related torture. And in the center of the room- an old-fashioned set of stocks.
“When I said I was OCD, I didn’t just mean cleaning. I have a pretty heavy interest in the whole tickling scene” Dan spoke; as Brandon wondered how many people met here in secret to be tickled by the famous Daniel Radcliffe. Brandon’s heart was pounding with excitement, and Dan could sense it. Which is why Brandon didn’t put up too much of a protest when Dan wrapped his powerful arms around Brandon’s waist, and dragged him over to the center of the room; within moments- Brandon was secured into the set of stocks, his socked feet helplessly exposed.
Daniel walked around the perimeter of the room; looking at the various tickle-tools he had at his disposal. As he passed Brandon’s socked feet, he took him by surprise, as he began to scribble up and down Brandon’s feet mercilessly, giving him an evil grin of satisfaction; while Brandon laughed.
“Noahahahahahahahahaha!!!!”
“Gonna tickle me, will you? I think you’re going to really enjoy the second half of our day together. Now…where should I tickle next? The pitts?” He rushed behind Brandon, and began digging his fingers into Brandon’s underarms, but Brandon clamped down hard; making it more difficult for Dan to probe at him.
“Ah I don’t think THAT will do, my friend!” And as Daniel spoke, he lowered a rack from the ceiling, and forcefully put Brandon’s wrist into the shackles; raising the device upward once more; stretching Brandon’s limbs taught, and grinning at the now exposed armpits; dusted in jet-black hair, with just the faintest gleam of sweat.”
“Ah” Daniel spoke, as he picked up an electric toothbrush- “I like the pitts better with sweat, makes the feeling of brushes against them that much worse”
“No Dan..don’t please, I’m too tickli-ehshehshahahahahahahahahahaaaa!” Daniel grinned even wider as the electric toothbrush was turned on, and he began working it slowly up and down the curly black pitt hairs, switching to the right…then left…the right…back to left, giving only a moments relief from the tickling; by the time Dan was finished; Brandon’s pits were now drenched in sweat, dripping down the teen’s shirt.
“What’s the matter Brandon, can’t take a little laughter?” Daniel taunted, as he scratched at the bare pitts with his fingers; which was returned with a fresh bout of uncontrolled laughter.
“Ok, ok, I think your pitts have had enough” as he moved towards the bottom of the stocks; the grin never leaving his wicked face.
“What are you doing!?” Brandon’s eyes widened.
“I’m going to tickle your feet, non stop, until you cry and pee like the little ticklish boy you are”. He picked up a scrubbing brush.
“You’ll find out I’m pretty ruthless, not to mention dominating with tickling. So, start begging!”
The brush made contact with Brandon’s feet, as he howled and cried, tears streaming down his face, Daniel stroking the hard bristles up and down, over and over, hard and then soft, gentle then torturously, making Brandon moan and cry and beg for anything…
To be Continued? Send us an email if you think we should follow up with this story to get to the real tickle torture, and if so- what with? Where at? And for how long? ;)
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His publicity agent had just informed him that since he was so popular in the states, a nationally syndicated radio show was going to hold a contest. The contest? Send a five dollar donation in an envelope, along with your name, address, phone number, etc; and you would be placed in a drawing (announced over the air), and the lucky winner would get to spend an entire day with Daniel Radcliffe. The proceeds went for a charity that Dan was quite fond of; so it was a win-win situation.
Daniel was excited; not only was he very fortunate for the career and life he was given, but he was also extremely humble and dedicated to his fans; especially his Potter ones. After-all, they had been the ones who got him where he was (well, that and a series of very successful movies). So now it was just a matter of waiting for the contest results, which would be announced a couple of weeks later. Dan picked up his jacket; and headed out the door of his flat, wanting to explore the city.
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3 Weeks Later
The contest winner had been announced over the air- a very lucky 19 year old teen named Brandon from Arizona. He was on his way (expenses paid) to New York to meet with Dan at his flat, where he would spend the day with him (and also get an extra day or two by himself to explore the city). Daniel was walking around the flat cleaning the place up- he was an OCD neat freak; and chuckled at the thought of his obsessiveness while running the feather duster over his glass coffee table. Suddenly, his front buzzer rang; signaling Brandon’s arrival. Daniel stashed the duster and remaining cleaning supplies away; checked his appearance in the mirror, and stopped. It was hard to believe how much he had grown- as he looked at the slight showing of stubble upon his chin and neck; which led down his slim body, to his famously photographed treasure trail, underneath his shirt. He suddenly realized he was leaving his company waiting; and went to the door to buzz Brandon in.
He was greeted by a slender, six-foot tall teenager; with jet black hair, and a healthy tan to him. Brandon’s face was smooth and clear, with crystal blue eyes that pierced deeply when looking directly at you. He carried a messenger bag over his one shoulder, and he appeared to be nervous as could be (which Dan expected).
“H-Hi!” Brandon managed to stutter out.
“Hey there! Come on inside!” Dan replied in his smooth British accent, gesturing Brandon to step in, welcoming him in with a smile. Brandon obviously was impressed by the modernistic New York flat; where upon the walls hung various works of art, and even a collection of old movie posters from the 1950’s; some signed by the original cast. Dan noticed Brandon’s amazed stare towards the hanging posters.
“Haha yeah I’m quite into old films, poster-collecting is somewhat a hobby of mine, well, that and constantly cleaning!” He laughed.
“Oh no no,” Brandon replied, “That’s cool, I’m the same way with cleaning. So uhm…I guess thank you so much for the opportunity to get to meet you. I’m a major fan, I’ve been hooked on your acting ever since the first Potter movie.”
Dan smiled, as he heard this compliment quite often. Dan quickly proceeded to give Brandon a tour of his flat, as they made small talk about the various Potter movies, while Brandon asked more questions about Dan’s life. But as Brandon gestured towards a closed door, Dan stopped him, nervously placing a hand infront of his.
“Oh no man, you can’t even think about going in the spare bedroom. I’ve only been here a few months and I never got around to setting up the spare room, and it’s a disaster in there!” He laughed more. Thinking nothing of it, Brandon moved towards the livingroom, where the pair sat down talking, discussing life, what they loved about the Potter series (both being avid readers of the Books) and Dan told his stories of meeting J.K. Rowling. After a while, they decided to head on out and do some more fun activities; bowling, getting a bite to eat, heading to the local New York stops and attractions.
The two talked about every aspect of life: hobbies, family, music, pet peeves (like how Dan couldn’t stand it when people referred to him as “Mr. Potter”).
Around four pm, the two were getting pretty tired of the outing, and Dan invited Brandon back to his flat, to hang out there for a few more hours; insisting that he stay long enough to fully enjoy the day.
“Oh man Daniel…this is just insane, I’m like freaking out every minute, I can’t believe I’m actually hanging out with you!” He spoke, as the duo returned inside Dan’s flat.
“Ha-ha you’re a pretty cool guy, Brandon; I can’t remember when I’ve had this much fun. It’s nice to get a break from acting, meetings, TV. appearances, all that jazz.”
Dan had gone to the kitchen, to grab a couple of drinks; and obviously his hearing wasn’t as good as he thought. Because while he bent over in the fridge, moments later he felt a hand on either side of him, digging into his sensitive flesh.
“Wahahaoo!!!” Dan stood straight up, a huge grin coming across his face.
“Aw, what’s the matter, is Mr. Potter ticklish?” Brandon chuckled.
“Oh, that’s it” Dan grinned, turning around, chasing Brandon out of the kitchen. But Brandon wasn’t quick enough- all those years of training for stunt work on set had given Daniel an advantage in stamina. He pinned Brandon to the ground, and began digging into the teen’s sensitive sides.
“Noahahahahahaa!!!!” Brandon screamed, squirming around the floor underneath Dan’s powerful grip.
“Oh, someone’s ticklish there, isn’t he?” Daniel taunted, as he dug into Brandon’s flesh with more aggression, squeezing up and down the sensitive teen’s sides, taunting him all the while.
“Pleasseeeehahahahahaha!” Brandon laughed, managing finally to struggle free. He got to his knees, taking Daniel to the floor, and pinning HIM to the ground this time around. It was just then that Brandon saw the handle of the feather-duster sticking out from underneath Daniel’s coffee table. He picked the object up, studying it with an evil grin.
“Detention, Mr. Potter” he added, setting Dan into a rage of squirms, as the feathers made contact with the star’s smooth bare feet.
“NoooOooOhohohoho!” Daniel pleaded, as a wicked grin spread across his handsome face. But for all the two seemed to hate tickling, a secret was soon to be revealed; their secret loves for it. Daniel continued to plead while his arches endured the torment of a hundred ostrich feathers, up and down, back and forth.
“Ok, fine. I’ll let you up, you big baby!” Brandon joked, letting the star back up. Daniel regained his composure, thinking how to word his next sentence, very carefully.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were looking for a tickling, provoking me like that”. And then Daniel caught it- the guilty expression- Brandon’s eyes lowering to the ground nervously, just for a moment.
“I think I’m right, eh?” Daniel motioned closer, poking him in the sides. Brandon nodded vigorously.
“Well, truth be told. I might have enjoyed doing it to you” Dan whispered, almost inaudible, as he was inches away from Brandon’s face, reassuring him. Brandon looked up into Dan’s eyes with a surprised grin.
“I think it’s time we check out that spare bedroom of mine”. Daniel motioned for Brandon to follow him, as Dan unlocked the door- and when Brandon stepped inside, his only reaction was pure astonishment.
The room was not a bedroom at all; but more or less an obsessed tickler’s paradise. On the wall hung various feathers of different lengths, sizes, and colors. There were several tables in the room, housing different items of tickle-related torture. And in the center of the room- an old-fashioned set of stocks.
“When I said I was OCD, I didn’t just mean cleaning. I have a pretty heavy interest in the whole tickling scene” Dan spoke; as Brandon wondered how many people met here in secret to be tickled by the famous Daniel Radcliffe. Brandon’s heart was pounding with excitement, and Dan could sense it. Which is why Brandon didn’t put up too much of a protest when Dan wrapped his powerful arms around Brandon’s waist, and dragged him over to the center of the room; within moments- Brandon was secured into the set of stocks, his socked feet helplessly exposed.
Daniel walked around the perimeter of the room; looking at the various tickle-tools he had at his disposal. As he passed Brandon’s socked feet, he took him by surprise, as he began to scribble up and down Brandon’s feet mercilessly, giving him an evil grin of satisfaction; while Brandon laughed.
“Noahahahahahahahahaha!!!!”
“Gonna tickle me, will you? I think you’re going to really enjoy the second half of our day together. Now…where should I tickle next? The pitts?” He rushed behind Brandon, and began digging his fingers into Brandon’s underarms, but Brandon clamped down hard; making it more difficult for Dan to probe at him.
“Ah I don’t think THAT will do, my friend!” And as Daniel spoke, he lowered a rack from the ceiling, and forcefully put Brandon’s wrist into the shackles; raising the device upward once more; stretching Brandon’s limbs taught, and grinning at the now exposed armpits; dusted in jet-black hair, with just the faintest gleam of sweat.”
“Ah” Daniel spoke, as he picked up an electric toothbrush- “I like the pitts better with sweat, makes the feeling of brushes against them that much worse”
“No Dan..don’t please, I’m too tickli-ehshehshahahahahahahahahahaaaa!” Daniel grinned even wider as the electric toothbrush was turned on, and he began working it slowly up and down the curly black pitt hairs, switching to the right…then left…the right…back to left, giving only a moments relief from the tickling; by the time Dan was finished; Brandon’s pits were now drenched in sweat, dripping down the teen’s shirt.
“What’s the matter Brandon, can’t take a little laughter?” Daniel taunted, as he scratched at the bare pitts with his fingers; which was returned with a fresh bout of uncontrolled laughter.
“Ok, ok, I think your pitts have had enough” as he moved towards the bottom of the stocks; the grin never leaving his wicked face.
“What are you doing!?” Brandon’s eyes widened.
“I’m going to tickle your feet, non stop, until you cry and pee like the little ticklish boy you are”. He picked up a scrubbing brush.
“You’ll find out I’m pretty ruthless, not to mention dominating with tickling. So, start begging!”
The brush made contact with Brandon’s feet, as he howled and cried, tears streaming down his face, Daniel stroking the hard bristles up and down, over and over, hard and then soft, gentle then torturously, making Brandon moan and cry and beg for anything…
To be Continued? Send us an email if you think we should follow up with this story to get to the real tickle torture, and if so- what with? Where at? And for how long? ;)
Lets see some interaction! :)