Bennett Anthony, a robust, red-haired hunk, finds himself bound and at the mercy of an unseen tormentor. His muscular feet, encased in sweaty socks, quiver in anticipation as the tickling begins. The tickler, unseen but felt, runs fingers along Bennett's hairy skin, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through his body. Bennett's toes curl and uncurl, his legs twitch, and his breath comes in ragged gasps as the tickling intensifies. He's a captive, writhing mass of muscle, helpless against the relentless assault on his über-sensitive soles.