he's back to be tickled again, this time not only with his hands but with two beautiful feathers. he hates tickling but for my amusement he tolerates it. the idea alone makes him sweat, he's one of the few people I know who suffers from it so much. this time he'll be tied up with his arms up, so you can watch him wriggle even more. while I tickle his nose, then move to his armpits and then his feet, he begins to sweat from the pain and wriggle until he smells like sweat, so much so that the feathers no longer slip and I have to tickle him with my hands.

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