In the dim light of his bedroom, Kenny lies sprawled on his bed, vulnerable and unsuspecting. Suddenly, he feels a ticklish sensation on his feet. He looks down, shocked to see a pair of hands, belonging to an unseen assailant, caressing and worshiping his feet with an intensity that's almost sexual. Kenny's laughter fills the room as he tries to wriggle free, but the hands are relentless, their touch firm and tactile, igniting a strange, forbidden pleasure in Kenny's body.