In a dimly lit room, Braden's muscular, tattooed body is bound, his feet elevated and vulnerable. A tickling implement, perhaps a feather or a tickle bat, dances across his soles, tracing the contours of his toes. Braden's reactions are electric, his laughter filling the room as he tries to wriggle free from his bonds. The tormentor, unseen, expertly teases his senses, pushing Braden to the brink of begging for release, only to continue the delicious, maddening torment.