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"Since you're so eager to be one, you are officially my personal footstool and foot worshipper from now on," Tenna pointed at Spamton as he sat on his couch in his own private living room.
"[Thank the Heavens]!" Spamton seemed almost to float as he grinned, "Don't worry, [Big Boss], I'll glady be [your own footstool] and [worshipper],"
"Sit down on your knees with your back facing me," Tenna barked. The eager Spamton obeyed and did just that. As soon as the addison sat down, the TV placed his shoed heels on Spamton's shoulders.
"…" Tenna had to admit it felt awkward as he leaned back, not comfortable.
"[What's the Matter?]" Spamton sounded confused, "I can feel you [making you squirm],"
"This doesn't feel relaxing," the show host admitted.
"I know how [Lets Fix It]," the co-host offered before Tenna gave him a go ahead. He slipped the shoe off one foot, "Feeling [better honey]?"
"Better," Tenna nodded before he stiffened his back as he felt Spamton rest a hand on the edge of his socked foot, "Wh-what are you doing?"
"You said I can [worship] your [best foot forward]?" Spamton reminded him, "That's [part of the package deal],"
Tenna had to admit he didn't even consider Spamton would actually want to touch his feet, despite the fact it's pretty obvious the addison worshipped every single inch of him and would love to worship his entire body.
"Fine," the TV gave a permissive nod as Spamton took his sock off, "If you try to injure them in any way, you'll never be allowed to touch them ever again!"
The addison turned to face the TV, looking nervous.
"No, I'll never [Maybe Don't Hurt Me No More]," he shook his head, which helped his partner relax. The TV didn't notice how smitten the addison looked on his face.
"Good. You can continue," Tenna gave a dismissive wave before he leaned back into the couch. He felt Spamton deeply massage his hands and fingers into tired spots from the heel and above it of a foot and almost melted at the sensation, "Oh! That feels g-good,"
"You got so many [tied into knots]," the assistant pointed out as he found even more stress knots the higher his hands went as they stroked gently up to the arch, "You work too hard at times. Let others [pamper and spoil you]"
"Well, someone has to do it," Tenna pointed out before squirming a bit and biting his lower lip, "H-hey, b-be careful,"
"[We're sorry!]" Spamton apologized as his hands rested on the arch of a foot. Did he accidentally dug his claws too deep without realizing it? The addison massaged deeply into the sore, tired arch.
"Ah!" Tenna sighed in relief as he almost melted into the couch.
"[I feel good]?" Spamton grinned before he gently stroked the spot with his thumbs. The foot squirmed, toes curling. The addison can feel the entire foot shake. He turned around for a moment and was surprised to see how Tenna's shoulders shook and a goofy smile on his face.
"J-just be careful," Tenna growled in a warning tone as he quickly wore a stoic mask.
"[Okey-dokey]!" Spamton nodded before he turned around to hide his michevious, playful grin. The Big Guy does need to lighten up and…how he misses that laugh. He pulled the other shoe and sock off, "[Just sit back and relax!]"
"Spamton," Tenna warned as he felt Spamton's fingers rake against sensitive spots when the shoe and sock was removed, "R-remember what I s-say,"
"Relax, [Big Boss]" The addison felt how Tenna tensed up and the foot squirmed as he rested a hand on each heel,"You feel so [wound uptight]"
"Spamt--" Tenna bit his lower lip as a giggle threatened to bubble from him as he felt Spamton's fingers spidering, poking and raking all over his feet and toes, "GRR!! D-don't dohoho ththat!"
"[Don't] do what?" Spamton feigned innocence as his fingers were hungrily attacking sensitive spots. He felt quite giddy and excited as he felt how Tenna struggled. He was just supposed to tickle a bit as he tried to find sensitive spots and the larger darkner's already struggling not to lose his composure.
"Eek!" a squeal slipped from Tenna as Spamton raked his nails against the toes, "Grr!!-Spam--hehe!!"
"[Coochie coochie coo! Here comes the Tickle Monster!]" Spamton teased as his finger attacked the toes. The response was immediate and loud, giggly-snorts bubbled from the large TV darkern.
"HAHAHAH!! Spameehe!!" Tenna was struggling desperately, yet didn't even move his feet away as Spamton attacked them with various tickling techniques.
"Didn't even beg [Please Stop] or [Have Mercy! I have a family]?!" the addison chuckled as he attacked every single weak spot on his Boss' sensitive feet. Which was everywhere.
Spamton had to admit hearing Tenna laugh and seeing that goofy smile made his heart flutter. When last had he seen that expression and hear that laugh? Too long.
"I think you [I Love it] the [Tickle me Elmo]?" the assistant teased as he raked his nails all over at various speeds, Tenna's voice rose several octaves, "No [Begging For Mercy] and didn't even [Deny it all you want]?"
Tenna's screen glowed bright red at the accusation, trying to cover it and his shy smile with his arms. He was still laughing goofily.
Realizing the TV was exhausted, the addison stopped. The TV show host sighed in relief, sinking in the couch deeply. A goofy smile on his face before he quickly grabbed Spamton.
"Don't tell anyone else about this. Only we know about this when I let you remember," Tenna chanted as he began to hynotise Spamton.
"Yes, Tenna," Spamton sleepily nodded.
"Good," Tenna nodded before snapping his fingers. Spamton looked confused for a moment before he noticed the TV host, "As you were saying, you're my footstool. Sit down on your hands and knees and I'll rest my feet on your back,"
"[Thank you!]" Spamton gleefully beamed as he did so, letting Tenna rest his feet on his back, not minding the feel of his heels in the smaller Darkner's back.
The End