Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 00:05:04 EDT From: Haystacks53@aol.com Subject: Karl's Fullfillment - Chapters 1 and 2, of 3 KARL'S FULLILLMENT: A True Story of M/M Tickling Erotica Author's Note: This true story focuses on a young twenty-four year old Caucasian, who comes to age, as a tickle top. Karl's relationship with Roland, a forty-five year old African-American, allows him to realize a long-held fantasy of having a ticklish, bondage friend to play with. Karl also discovers a latent, controlling nature within himself, that begs for satisfaction. He becomes aware of, a need to control, manipulate, and direct another male's sensitivities, for ticklish/erotic effect. The results achieves an intense, higher level of satisfaction for both Karl, and Roland. Although Karl does incorporate oral means in playing with Roland, their is no physical sex. The results of their relationship, swiftly reached heights of satisfaction that, negated such an intent. Furthermore, such avoidance, aided in quickly developing an intimate respect, and appreciation for one another, truly being heartfelt. This is not a tale of male to male tickle torture. Although intense, this is a true story of male to male bondage/tickling erotica. The characters presented in this work, Karl and Roland, achieve a certain arousal and release through tickling. The real events depicted in this story are described as they happened: a minimal amount of fictionalization regarding character names and locale has been used, as well as a small touch to the bondage/tickling/erotic scenes. Otherwise, this story represents Karl, Roland, and their relationship as it developed, in complete actuality. haystacks haystacks38@hotmail.com haystacks53@aol.com Chapter 1 The Ad Response Karl was at his computer half-heartedly browsing gaynet.com when his speakers chirpped, "You've Got Mail!". "Big Deal", Karl said. He kept scanning his monitor for another half-hour, not expecting to find what he was looking for. He finally switched to his favorite online non-betting bingo site, and played bingo for two hours. Finally, he shut off his computer and went to bed. The next morning, after a quick trip to the store, Karl sat down at his computer with a cup of coffee and logged in. When `You've Got Mail!", greeted him again, he sighed and clicked "Read Mail". Karl gasped when he saw the subject line, "Response: TickleTime Male Personals". Trying hard not to get excited, he clicked "Read Message". He was taken aback when he read: Hi there! I couldn't believe it when I saw your ad! Of all places, Bayshore, Michigan, I find a tickling ad! Recently located here, I'm an over 40, married Afro-American male, 6'0", 225 lbs, good build, receding hair line. I have very sensitive nipples, and very ticklish feet. Would you be interested in tying, tonguing, and tickling a guy, then licking his nipples again while he masturbates? Stunned, Karl sat staring at his monitor in disbelief. It had been over six months, no, almost a year since he had placed the ad with no responses, not a single peep. Now this? No one knew of his private fetish, for he had revealed this to no one. Not even his closest lover, now his ex-lover, knew this. Karl stroked himself to sleep at night, fantasizing of a nude, bound, male body in his bed, ticklishly exposed to his prying, probing, dancing fingers, and teasing tongue. Heart pounding, Karl was tembling so much, he was spilling coffee from his mug. He was shocked back to reality when his raging hard on felt the the hot java splashes. "Holy Shit!" Karl stood up and went to the window. "I don't believe it! Not here!" Staring out his apartment window, he shook his head. A conservative place, Bayshore, Michigan is located on the east side of the state, along the Lake Huron shoreline, north of the Saginaw Bay. A working class town, it has one General Motors plant, and surrounded by flat farmland. The population is employed either a few miles south in Bay City and Saginaw, at GM or Delphi, or are farmers, or both. Gays in this town keep quiet, due to the values here, and Karl stays especially quiet. All of his ads, chat room excursions, and IM efforts had yielded nothing close to satisfying his desire to find a ticklish buddy. Now this, popping up in this quiet, conservative town was mind boggling. Is it a fluke? Is this guy one of those cyber-tease assholes? "Hell, I did update my age, this guy says he's over forty, and I'm only twenty-four! A black guy, gonna let a younger white boy tie him up? And tickle him? It's gotta be bullshit!", Karl exclaimed and threw up his hands. Later that day, Karl tried napping on the sofa. He tossed and turned, the ad response constantly in his head, "are you interested in tying, tonguing, and tickling a guy? Sweating, unable to rest, Karl got up, went to his computer, logged on and fired off a reply: "Very interested! Do not care to be tied and tickled myself, but open to discussing other things! Hope to hear from you soon!" Karl Having taken care of that, Karl laid down again and jacked off, visions of teasing a ticklish dude in his head. When Karl got in from his sister's that night, a reply was waiting: Sounds OK to me! Here's my work number. I work midnights, and these are my hours. What's your schedule? Early mornings, and/or Saturdays are best for me. If you call and I don't answer, just leave a voice message, and I'll return your call. Don't worry, it's private. Roland Karl gasped, "Wow! A phone number? This may be for real!" He re-read the message. "Roland, huh? Well, Mr. Roland, let's see if this is gonna work out!" He glanced at his watch, it was 2:15am, then grabbed his phone. His call yielded Roland's voice mail, so he left a message that he be would up until 3:30am or so, and left his number. Twenty minutes later, the phone rang. The caller ID said `Stanton Corp.' Nervously, he answered, "Hello?" A clear, deep voice made his heart stop. "Hi Karl! This is Roland". The Introduction Two weeks went by before Karl and Roland finally got together. Coming straight from work, Roland arrived at Karl's apartment building that morning just past 7:30am. When Roland walked thru Karl's door, it was apparent both of them were nervous. Karl remained seated on the sofa, while Roland removed his coat. Smiling, Roland said "Hi". Karl, still trying to beleive this was about to really happen, quietly replied, "Hey". They made small talk for a few minutes, then Roland stated, "Well, I guess I'd better hit the shower". Karl pointed to the bedroom, "Bathroom's off from there, I set towels and stuff out already." Roland had undressed to his briefs as Karl came to the bedroom doorway. "Wow! Mind turning around?" Roland turned his back Karl. Barefoot, Roland stood six feet tall. Medium brown skinned, he was broad shouldered, vee-shaped, thick waisted, yet flat tummied. While not striated, he still displayed subtle muscle definition. His thighs were shapely, high calves were prominent. Fixated, Karl scanned Roland up and down. `Oh Shit! Hope I don't piss this guy off!' "OK, turn back". Karl kept his hands up against the doorwall, attempting to hide how much he was trembling. "Work out?". Roland shook his head, "Not for several years now, really. Oh, here's the rope. I won't be too long". Karl stared at the rope as Roland showered. `He's serious! This is really gonna happen!' Still trembling, Karl patiently stayed in the same doorway, leaning against one side. His mind was racing, `What am I gonna do? I've waited all this time, how the hell do I approach this?' Still toweling off, Roland emerged from the bathroom. Karl walked over, put his arms around Roland's waist, and gave him a warm, wet kiss. Roland took Karl's tongue against his and allowed the kiss to become passionate. Roland shivered as Karl's fingers grazed up and down his back. The longer they kissed, the more Roland shivered as Karl teased his back. Karl finally broke off the kiss, and lowered his head to Roland's left nipple. Roland arched his back, as Karl's tongue lightly went across his nipple. "UUUHHHMM!". Karl pressed his tongue more firmly, and grazed his thumb back and forth over the other nipple. Trembling, Roland went tip toed, "OOOHHH! WHOOOOH!" `He is sensitive! Oh, Man!' Karl looked down, noticing Roland's erection. Flaccid, he was small, an honestly inconsequential size. Now, he was a good thick, five or six inches, curving upward. Karl grabbed the pulsing head, squeezing it slightly. Karl continued the nipple tongue-tease, switching back and forth between them. He moved his right hand to Roland's left side, found a rib, and wiggled his fingers. "GUHEEE!. Karl had to tighten his one arm around Roland's waist as he reflexed. He took both hands to Roland's lower sides, dug in slightly, and wriggled his fingers. "WHUUUHHHEE!" Roland jumped straight up. Karl's heart was racing. `I can't wait to tie him up!' "Okay, okay, uhhh, uuhhhm, wait, wait", Roland whispered, stepping back and holding his hands out. "My knees are goin' weak". He sat down on the bed. "Lemme lotion down, I don't like dry feelin' skin after bathing". `Yeah, hurry up!' As he lotioned himself, Roland asked, "You cut the rope?" Startled from imagining the immediate future moments, Karl was baffled. "Huh?" Roland reached down and held up the still packaged rope. "Don't think you need a whole hundred feet at one time". "Oh, yeah". Karl went to the kitchen and retrieved a knife. When he returned, Roland sat with a leg crossed, lotioning his foot. Karl watched, amazed. When Roland finshed applying lotion to his other foot, Karl quickly stepped over, and grabbed Roland's ankle. Karl's tongue slathered Roland's foot. This elicited the same reaction as with Roland's nipples: trembling, shivering, gasps and moans. Karl greedily lapped the other foot. A couple of minutes of this, and Karl couldn't wait any longer. His fingers danced along the bottom of Roland's bare foot "GGGAAAAHHHH!" The sensation actually sent Roland up, off the bed and backwards, fortunately, back onto the bed. `OHHHMYYYYGAWD!' "That's it. C'mon, let's get you tied up." Damn! Karl's attempt to bind Roland to the bed was truly comical. Heavily breathing from excitement, he fumbled and bumbled thru each attempt. He couldn't get the rope to loop, wrap, or tighten. Finally, when a repeated try to tie Roland's ankles together went wrong again, he threw up his hands. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doin'!". Exasperated, he left the room. Karl sat on the sofa, trying to gather his senses. He tried lighting a cigarette and couldn't do that either. Roland came in, sitting at the opposite end. Laughing, he asked, " Too nervous, or excited? Too much anticipation?", he asked. "I don't know, I've never done this." "I'm your first bondage partner?" "Yeah. Never tied anyone, never tickled anyone. Always wanted to, but never said anything. Felt like this since I was fifteen or sixteen. Kept my feelings to myself. You're the first person to know this. Only thing I know how to tie are my shoe laces. I don't know one knot from another." Karl looked at Roland with a rueful grin, "Impressive, huh?" Roland laughed again. "No problem. It's been a while for me, over ten years." "But you're married!" "Sure, but when Momma says she can't take some things, then she can't take it." Don't get me wrong, we get along great, and our love life is healthy." "But this....I mean..... you're here" Roland reached over, took Karl's cigarette and one from his pack. He lit both of them, giving one back to Karl. Taking a deep drag, he sat back for a few moments before answering. "OK, it's like this..... there's nothing wrong with me and the boss, we really get into each other. I know each and every spot that turns her on, and and she knows mine. I tickle and tease her, but she can't take being tied up, too much for her. I know how to send her over the edge, bring her back, and then some. She enjoys doing the same to me, bondage not being necessary." Karl nodded his head. "I noticed you brought condoms. Do you want...." Roland cut him off. "Didn't know what to expect, what this may lead to. That's totally up to you. As I told you, I'm not pushy, it's...., it's a personal thing. Being tied, not being able to move..., having my nipples exposed and vulnerable..., being teased..., the tickling added to it..., well..., uhm..., it intensifies of my climax, to no end. When I get off, the intensity of the orgasm..., it's just..., totally mind blowin' ...," "Look, tickle me all you want. Just don't dig in too hard, gouging me and getting crazy with it, I'm sensitive enough without all that. And don't scratch to the point of red soreness. Just give me breathers when I ask for it, if I can ask for it. You'll find my sensitivity levels and the spots. Some of this stuff you read on the Internet is scary, really nuts. I'm not into sadistic stuff, either giving or receiving. Just give my nipples and my feet oral and teasing attention, you'll see how that makes me more sensitive. You said you think you're more into upper body tickling, but I think when you see how my feet are, you're really gonna be excited. After that, when you untie me, lick my nipples again while I jack off. When I cum, I'll be growling worse than a bear." Smiling, Karl slid down the sofa, embraced Roland, and kissed him passionately. He lowered his head, briefly teasing each nipple, then gave Roland another quick kiss. "Let's go to the bedroom, but..., it sounds corny, I know, you gotta show me the ropes". Roland laughed, "C'mon". Tied, Tongued, Tickle Giggle Following Roland's instructions, Karl bound him spread-eagled to each leg of the bed. Standing back, he found himself trembling with excitement as he looked at his dream. Really, a real-live, naked, nicely built guy, tied up in his bed! "He's really gonna let me tickle him! Jeeezz! Nervously, Karl stretched himself atop Roland and kissed him deeply, long and slow. Still trying to gather himself, the swirling mix of excitement, anticipation, and fear was clouding his head, Karl kept kissing Roland for at least two minutes. When he stopped, a gray fog in his eyes, Karl was only semi-aware of his own heavy breathing. A minute or so went by, and Roland lifted his head up, then ran his tongue over Karl's lips. Startled back to reality, Karl slid back slightly, placing his mouth over Roland's right nipple, tonguing it slowly. "Uhhhhmmmmhh!" Karl closed his eyes, moved his tongue a little faster, his right thumb now grazing the other nipple. "UUHHNNUHH!" "NUUUHHUUHHNNUUUHHHH!" With this reaction, Karl, eyes still closed, began alternating fast/slow licks, and swirls with his tongue on one nipple, and varied thumb/finger touches to the other. He sensed Roland's head turns, and felt his body tremble and shiver. Roland wasn't really pulling at the ropes, but his reactions to the nipple teases would have had him scooting and sliding all over the bed, if he hadn't been tied. When Karl would flattened his tongue against one nipple, then made short stroke-like up and down movements, the one-of-many back arching reactions from Roland, lifted Karl up as if he weren't laying there atop him. "UUUHHHNNNNGGGGUUUHH! WHHUUHH! WWHHUUUHHH! Karl felt the pulse of Roland's erection, the tremors from his body, and the sounds of arousal he was making. The moans were deeper, the outcries louder, the body tremors stronger. But instinct told Karl to keep the sensual teasing going a bit longer. He did so for another ten minutes or so, until Roland was almost in a guttural frenzy. Without warning, Karl's fingers went to Roland's ribs. The pitch change in Roland's voice was automatic. "GUUUHHHEEE!" "HHHEEHHEHEH!" "GUHGHEEHEE!" "GEEEEGEEGUHHEEEGEE!" Karl never imagined a giggle like this. The ticklish staccato of Roland's giggles was music ringing in his ears. "HHHEEEGGEEGEHHHEEE!" "GUUHHGUHGUHHEEE!" "GGEEEHEEGGEEEGEEHEE!" He closed his eyes again, allowing the sounds of Roland's giggles to wave over him. Now in a kneeling straddle, with Roland ticklishly squirming under him, Karl felt his own erection growing. For five minutes or so, Karl let his fingers, skate, dance, pry, and wriggle over both sides of Roland's rib cage. Tickling Roland, hearing the ticklish giggles, was intoxicating! His fingers were actually tickling a naked, hunk of a ticklish body! Karl moved his fingers to Roland's lower sides. He was totally unprepared for the results. Tickle Shock! "GGHHAAAAAHHHH!" "GHAHGHAH!" "GHAHGAGAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Roland erupted into guttural, primordal sounds of ticklishness. His back arched, hips lifted up, slammed back onto the bed, only to rebound and back again. Despite the restraints, Roland's wildly bucking, ticklish thrashing almost threw Karl off balance. "GHAHGHAHAGHAH!" "GHAHGHAH!" "GHAAHHGGHHAAHHAHGAH!" Karl wasn't ready for this. He had no idea that someone would react like this from being tickled. The noise of pure, reactive, ticklsh hysteria, exploded into his senses! Karl experienced such a great rush, that he damned near passed out! His heart, racing like never before, felt as if it were in his throat. He couldn't breathe. He looked down at Roland's throbbing hard-on, jutting up and down from ticklish pelvic thrusts. He wanted to suck that hard-on! He looked at Roland's wide-eyed face, snapping side to side, slapping against the pillow. He wanted to kiss that ticklishly hysterical mouth! But his fingers, feeling the quaking reactions in the body they were tickling, refused to stop. They dug in a little more. Roland's roaring laughter became louder. The rush intensified. Karl still couldn't breathe. His vision went double, then foggy. Karl stopped and stumbled off the bed. Coughing, gasping for air, Karl leaned against the bureau. He looked over at Roland. Karl blinked twiced then squinted. Karl coudn't beleive it! Roland, breathing heavily, body glistening from sweat, was spasmodically twitching. One leg was free, worked loose from being tickled! His hard-on was still throbbing! Karl slid to the floor, trying to comprehend it all. The submission, the sensitivity, the control, the willingness for the sensitivity to be controlled, the desire to control the sensitivity, the rush from the controlling dominance, the whole erotic nature surrounding it! And, he was experiencing it with a nice, ticklish, well built guy. What a turn on! Roland whispered between breaths, "Karl, gotta take a leak partner!". Karl slid along the bed , untying Roland. "Wow", Roland uttered as he arose, stumbling to the bathroom. Karl stood up, himself unsteady, and found his way thru the living room and onto the sofa. He laid back, reaching down into his shorts. While Roland sat on the toilet, mentally concentrating on his throbbing rock-hard-on to ease up, so he could urinate, Karl pumped his own aching erection. The release cleared his head. `Shit! I don't know, how much more of this I can take myself, but fuck it! It feels great!' Erotic Tickle Zone Karl spread towels atop the sweat soaked bedsheet before he tied Roland to the bed again. This time he tied Rolands wrists together, then arms straight back, beyond his head. He cut more rope length to attach to the wrist bonds, and ran it under the bed and out to the ankles, which were also tied together. Now realizing his creativity, Karl cut three more lengths of rope, each long enough to loop around the bed width three times . One each went across the shins, thighs, and lower stomach. Before tightening the ropes, Karl wrapped midsize towels around each one, in order to prevent ropeburn on Roland's skin. He re-tied the lengthwise rope, tugging it to give just a bit more stretch to Roland's bondage. With Roland now more securely bound, Karl started teasing Roland's sensitive nipples again with a fervor. He lapped, slurpped, and licked greedily. His fingertips varied their light touching tease with great effect. The stimulus threw Roland into an immediate fit, the added restrictive bonds increasing his sensitivity. Head lolling side to side, a low growling rumble emitted from his throat, "Gggruuhh! Grrruuuhhhnnn! Gggruuhh! Gruh! Uhh! Ggggrrrruuuhhhnnnuuuhhh! Driven by a new-found understanding, Karl kept up the pace, intent on sensitizing Roland as much as he could. "Ggrruuhhhwhuhh! Whhuuuhhhh! Unnnnggruuuhh! Hhhuuuunnngggruuuhhhh! Karls tongue, busy where Roland's pec muscle meets the torso, made a discovery. The crease there, and just below, when teased , elicited a different reaction from Roland. "Grruuuhhheee! Gruhngeeee!" Karl could feel Roland's body trembles deepen, and his squirming attempts quickening. He ran his tongue again, pressing a little harder, along the same spot. His right hand moved to the similar location on the other side. He pressed down, wriggling the skin up and down. "Nnnuuhhgahhgahh! Whuuhh! Hhhuuhh! Guuhhaahh! Haahh! Guhhguhh! Aahhgh! Roland had a ticklish, erogeneous zone! Karl felt the beginning of another rush. Fighting the rush from overpowering him as it did the first time, he closed his eyes, kept his fingers going, but also went back to giving Roland's nipple a wet, lavish tonguing. "Nahhaahh! Whuuhhuuhh! Gaahhhuuhh! Ahhh! Whuuhuuuhh! Gaagagahuh! Whuuhh!" Roland's cries, amid heavy gasps of air, were a mix of sensuous arousal and ticklish reaction. Karl could plainly feel the pulse of Roland's body tremors rise. Despite the new wave rushing over him, Karl himself was heavily breathing again, he kept going. When he would switch to tonguing the other nipple, his other hand would tease the opposite ero-tickle zone. Karl freaked Roland out for over another ten minutes non-stop. The Feet `This is just great! I love it!' Karl's head was now clear again. Having tended to his pulsing erection once more, he allowed a few more minutes for both he and Roland to rest. The past 45 minutes or so vivdly replayed in his mind. The scenes of Roland's ticklishness were striking. In his wildest imaginations, Karl could never have fully envisioned a reality as he had just experienced. The arousal, the sensitivity, were simply wonderful. Karl stared at Roland's feet. Narrow at the heel, wide across the ball, Roland's 13D's were smooth, with long toes. Because of the heavy, steel toed, metatarsal work boots worn at his job, Roland daily scrubbed his feet with a stone and foot file, to keep rough callouses from forming. They were rubbed with a generous application of an aloe based lotion and/or vitamin E oil, then topped with a coating of vaseline, sometimes twice a day. Despite having to regularly walk back and forth, across thousands of square feet of concrete factory floor, Roland's feet were kept in a soft, pampered, condition. Now those bound , pampered, bare feet awaited Karl's undivided ticklish attention. Karl moved to the foot of the bed and allowed his wet tongue to swirl along the bottom of Roland's feet. The same reaction came as when Roland's nipples were teased. "Whhhuuuhhh! Uhhhuuuunnngghh! Guuhh! Unnngghhuhh! Guuhhuhh! Hhuunghhuhh!" Aware to the fact that this sent Roland into another fit of arousal, Karl applied the same wet, slathering upon Roland's feet as he had earlier done to his nipples. After ten minutes or so, Karl gripped one foot with both hands, running his tongue back and fort across the bottom of Rolamd's toes. "Guuhheee! Guheeeheee! Heee! Huuhhuuhh! Heee! Geeegeee! Guuhh! Guhheehee!" Another ero/tickle zone! Karl was feeling that rush coming over him again. `Damn! I just got started!' He grabbed the other foot and did the same. "Whhuuheehee! Wheeheehee! Uhhhuhhee! Heeeheee! Huuhhgegegeheee! Hheeeeeeeee!" Karl got off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed Roland's toes on the left foot and pulled them back slightly. His right hand fingers danced a light strumming dance in the middle of Roland's bare foot, at the arch. "SSSHHHEEEEEE!!! HEEEEHEEEE!! WHHEEEHHEE!! HEEHHEEEHEE!" Karl's head was swimming. `I'm only tickling one foot!' When Karl began tickling both feet in the same spot, Roland slid into silent hysteria, back arching up, then slamming back into the bed. Karl snapped his head around to witness Roland's reaction, and immediately felt himself going faint. He turned back , looking down at Roland's toes, curling up and down, ticklishly reflexing. His vision turned cloudy and gray, and he slid to the floor. Finding himself on all fours, gasping, gulping huge intakes of air, Karl mentally fought against the rushing adrenaline wave overtaking him. Trembling, he turned around , pursed his lips, and placed his mouth over the ball of Roland's left foot. Karl worked his jaws up and down, allowing the front surfaces of his teeth to slide against, what he was about to discover, Roland's most tickle sensitive area. "GUHGUHGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! HAAAAAAAAGGHHHAAHAH!" Karl's breathing stopped again, yet he kept ongoing with the oral tooth tickle on Roland's bare foot. "HHHAAAAHHHAAAAHAAAH! NAAAAHHHAAHHHSSHHIIIIIIT! HHAAH!" "AHHAAHHAA! NAAHHNAHAHA! AHHGGHHAAHHAAHHAAAGGHH! AAHHAH!" The roaring onslaught of tickle hysteria was too much, far too much! Red-faced, Karl dropped his head to the bed, his entire body trembling, trying to suck in air. The rush was so intense this time, that it scared him! Blinking repeatedly, Karl tried to focus his vision. He felt the itching, aching build up in his loins. As his scrotum tightened, he gulped in the biggest breath he had ever taken! Karl let out a silent scream when he orgasmed, but this release did not clear his head. Drained of any strength, Karl's limp body slid from the bed, onto the floor. Absolutely nothing had prepared him for this, not even the earlier big rush, when tickling Roland's lower sides! Afraid to move, Karl laid on the floor until the room stopped spinning around him. He tried to mentally gather himself. He realized that he was experiencing his greatest physical intimacy yet, one that he never could have imagined. Ever since his teens, Karl fantasized of playfully tickling his dream lover into a throbbing, rock hard arousal. His dreams focused on tickling his lover's torso, and the resultant giggles from the ticklish tease. But this....., tickling Roland's feet, caused a deep, guttural laughter, not giggles. Also, which he dreamed of, Karl was doing this orally. He was tickling bare feet with his mouth! Karl's dream lover was sensitive enough to giggle from his tongue teases, now this ticklish brown-skinned hunk, was going nuts from a barefoot tooth tickle! In Karl's fantasy, slow wet slurps would tend to his lover's tickle-induced hard-on, while he stroked his own erection. Or, he would slide his own anal heat over his lover's membrane, feeling it massage his prostate, as he slowly rocked and swirled his hips. Either way, his lover remained bound, and Karl controlled the climax they would both reach. Yet, this real-live tickling action was more than his dreams ever were. So sensitive were Roland's ticklish feet, that the reaction brought Karl to cum shooting satisfaction! It was stupefying. It was tremendous! Karl willed himself up from the floor. As his head raised over the edge of the bed, he saw Roland's erection, still standing, still throbbing. Karl could have sworn that erection had swollen larger! It's upward curve more pronounced, the tip of Roland's hard member bounced off his lower abs with each heartbeat. Karl studied this, and Roland's beautiful sweat covered body for a few moments. His fantasy still dancing in his head, Karl moved over to Roland's other foot. Bending the big toe slightly back, he slid his tongue across the base. "GRRUUHHUUH!" Karl teased this part under the big toe for a few moments, then settled in with light nibbles. "GAHAGAHGAHHAHAHH! It was time for this foot to get some serious attention. Karl pursed his lips over the inner ball in a sucking manner, and allowed his teeth to slide in the same action as before. This time, his fingers found the ball area of the other foot and went to work. "HOOOHHH! HHOOSHIT! HHOOHHSHITT! HHHHOOOHHSHHEEEIIIT!" Roland was bucking as if an electric shock hit him. Calmly, Karl kept his concentration on tickling Roland's bare feet. "YAAHHH! YYAAAHHHGGGAAHHAAH! AHHGGAAHHAHAAHAAHHAA!" "HAAHHAAHHAAGGAAHHAH! WHUHHAAHHAHHAHAHHAAHGAAHHGGAH!" Fullfillment had found him, and Karl knew it. He was in his place. He was meant for this. This was meant for him. Two overwhelming rushes of excitement that damned near knocked him out, helped Karl get over the initial shock of this reality. Karl had Roland in a true hysterically ticklish fit. The longer he tickled those deliciously sensitive feet, the more guttural were Roland's wails. Switching from foot to foot, Karl's teeth were all over Roland's feet, from the toes, to the middle of the soles. All the while, a set of fingers would be waging an affront on that super-sensitve ball area of the other foot. A very sweet benefit of Roland's feet being so sensitive across the ball of the foot, was, if positioned right, the fingers, or face, could prevent the toes from curling down too far. The thought struck Karl, to concentrate more deeply on this area. Grasping one foot with both hands, Karl stretched back the toes, applied firmer pressure with his teeth, then quickened the up and down pace of his jaw. The shock arched Roland's back more severe than before. Only his shoulders bore any weight down on the mattress. As the arch held, Roland trembled, then quaked, violently quaked. Thirty seconds later, the deepest guttural scream Karl ever heard, steam rolled throughout the bedroom. "GGRRUUUUHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH! Karl felt an erection beginning to rise again, but strangely enough, a slow surge. He was remaining steady, and calm. Roland was bucking against his bonds so violently that Karl's single bed was bouncing off the floor. "GRAAAHHGGAAHHAAHHAAHHAHH! GAAHHAAHHGAAHHAHH!" A few minutes of this intense tickling, Roland's hysteria began to switch into a babbling mode. "GRUUHHGUUHH! GRAHHHAAHHNUH! MUHUNNUHH! HAAHH!" Karl looked at Roland's swollen membrane and locked on. He was dripping! Not moving his eyes, Karl tickled the other foot in the same intense manner. "NAAAHHAAAAGGGHHH! MMMUUUNNUUWHHAAHHAAHHAAH!" Karl kept going until Roland started going into silent hysteria. He kept his eyes on Roland's pre- cum dripping. When the flow became more steady, Karl stopped. He remembered that Roland brought a small jar of petroleum jelly with him, and found it quickly. Karl crawled forward on the bed and untied Roland's right hand. Roland was still spasmodically twitching when Karl's tongue and thumb teased his nipples. "WHHUUUHHHUUUHHHAIIIEEEEEEEEEE!! Karl eased up, giving Roland light kisses. In between kisses, he whispered softly in Roland's ear. "Cum for me. Cum for me baby. Lemme see ya cum." Roland struggled getting the vaseline on his hand, his body continuing to involuntarily twitch. As he began stroking himself, Karl resumed erotically teasing his nipples. It took fifteen minutes. All the while, Roland was growling, bucking and twisting, as if Karl was still tickling him. Still Roland kept his hand at a steady pace, not real fast. He re-lubed his hand twice. Karl noticed Roland's hand movement, twisting, and sometimes rolling over the head, as it slid up and down his shaft. He also noticed that Roland drove his hips deep into the mattress, as his hand slid up, increasing the effect. When the growls became a deep, steady rumble, Karl quickened the erotic stimulus on Roland's nipples. Karl was trembling in anticipation. He never had been with a guy who growled like this. The climax blew Karl's mind. Shuddering, Roland erupted. Three huge spurts shot forth, rocketing over their heads, splattering against the wall behind the bed. Roland's head rolled back, mouth agape, and emitted a purely animalistic, ear-splitting roar. "GROOWWWAARRAARRRAAHHAARRRRRARRGGGHH!! Karl's head snapped around to see Roland stroke the last bit of cum oozing out of himself. Earlier, Roland had brought a wad of tissue from the bathroom, to cover himself when he climaxed, but Karl enjoyed seeing a guy shoot his load. He turned around, in stunned disbelief, staring at the giant globs slowly rolling down the wall. Karl looked down at Roland, his chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths. Thrilled to no end for this experience, Karl could only shake his head in wonderment. He leaned his head over, kissing Roland long, and passionately, several times. Roland showered again before he left. Karl was on the sofa, laying back in the same corner, as when Roland first arrived. Before leaving, Roland walked over, knelt down, then gently pulled Karl up by the shoulders. "Thank You", he uttered softly. Roland surprised Karl with a long, slow, soft kiss. As he walked to the door, he looked back over his shoulder. "Boy, you're a bigger tickle freak than you think". Karl closed his eyes, and slept like a baby. Chapter 2 Tickle, Cum, Tickle, Cum Karl and Roland got together four or five times over the following couple of months. Karl was very happy with the new levels of sensitivity that he could raise in Roland. With each successive meeting, he learned new ways to toy, tease, and arouse Roland into increasing states of ticklishness. Taking advantage of Roland's highly erotic sensitivity, Karl could prolong and intensify tickling him. Roland's orgasms were now more intense: upon climax and ejaculation, he would spasm for minutes, instead of seconds, as before. Karl would tease Roland during those spasmodic moments by letting his fingers `walk' somewhere across his body, or down his legs. Roland would almost jump off the bed, squealing for Karl to stop. Karl would hold Roland, rub his body, kissing him while he calmed from such a euphoric state. Yet Karl was not satisfied. The longer, more intensely Karl tickled Roland, which was thrilling for Karl, the longer it would take for Roland to reach an orgasm. Despite Karl thoroughly tonguing Roland while he masturbated, it was now taking up to an hour for him to shoot his load. That was too long for Karl's tastes. Control. Karl wanted, no, needed more control. He was still a cum freak, and that part of him wanted Roland to get off more than once. Karl needed to raise Roland's sensitivities higher, in order to quicken the first orgasm. He then wanted to tease those heightened nerve endings into the next climax. That, was what had to be satisfied within himself, as a dominant tickle-top. Since meeting Roland, Karl surfed the Internet, searching for anything pertaining to M/M bondage and tickling. One particular site, "Jack's Male Tickling Rack", had a very active message board, and story archive. Karl regularly frequented "The Rack", pouring thru the stories, reading the board, and checking out the links. From this, Karl gained insight into manipulating a ticklish person's sensitivities. Other erotic websites, and his own personal experiences, served to boost his growing creative flow, and helped decide how he would get Roland over the edge. The only other problem, were time constraints. Roland could only visit during the mornings, after work. He had to get home, then Karl had school. Karl was in a pre-nursing program at the local community college, and his course load was now getting heavy. He needed the late afternoons and evenings to sleep, before baby sitting his sister's children. His sister and brother in-law both worked the late shifts, providing Karl with a modest income. The opportunity came on their very next get-together. Roland called two days earlier, saying that there was ample time for them that day, with no need to rush. Karl was elated. He'd been thinkng this over for a while, and now, he had the chance to royally freak Roland right out of his skin. Intense Arousal When Roland stepped out of the shower, Karl was all over him. He hugged Roland, kissing and licking his neck. Karl's tongue worked down over one shoulder, while turning Roland around, moving onto his back. Roland gasped and shivered, as Karl licked his back dry. Karl teased Roland's rear, lingering at the small of the back, then slowly swirling downward, along the split between the cheeks. Roland shuddered, squealed, and moaned from Karl's teasing. Each leg was covered with licks and nibbles, from the buttocks to the back of the knee, which caused Roland to yelp. Karl gently led Roland to the bed. As they laid back, Karl gave Roland plenty of long, slow kisses, their tongues twirling around each other with longing. Karl knew that soft, slow, sensual kisses aroused Roland as much as anything, and he put plenty of honest passion in them. Karl loved it when Roland would moan, "Uuhhhhhmmm", during deep kisses like this. The absence of time frame concerns, allowed Karl to be slow and deliberate in arousing Roland. He lotioned Roland's entire body, adding playfull massages, nibbles, licks, and light tickles. The gasps, moans, and gigles Roland would emit were soft, and sensuous. Karl could feel Roland's gentle erotic tremors in his body. When Roland's erection began to throb, Karl gently tied his arms behind his back, rolling him back face up, keeping the deep kisses ongoing. Karl tied Roland's ankles seperately to the end of the bed, spread slightly apart. As before, rope wrapped over and under the bed, securing the shins and lower thighs. Karl teased Roland's tummy with the silly, ages-old, `blowfart' tickle. Pressing his face into Roland's stomach, Karl blew his breath out, making the `farting' noise. His lips flapped against the skin, causing Roland to giggle loudly. Karl made repeated `blowfarts' against Roland's more sensitive lower abs, and groin, causing Roland to jerk upright, squealing in ticklish reaction. Karl enjoyed this scene so much, he himself giggled along with Roland's ticklsh outbursts. The intent however, was to keep Roland's erotic and ticklish sensitivities inter-mixed. More and more, with each meeting, Roland's ticklish areas elicited increased erotic reaction when orally stimulated. With the added `blowfarts' here and there, Karl's tongue deliciously swirled along Roland's lower torso. "Whhuuhhaah! Haahhgaahhgg! Gahhaah! Uuuhh! Aaahhaagghhaa! Huuunnnggguuuhhh! For over half an hour, Karl kept this particular teasing going. Roland was becoming more sensitive. "WHHAAAAAAHH! GGGRRRUUUHHAAAHHHAAHHHHH! WWHHUUHH!" When Karl felt a further stiffening in Roland's erection, he turned his attention to Roland's nipples. At the first touch of the tongue, Roland went into orbit. "YYYUUUUUUHHHHHNNNNNGGGGRRRRRUUUUUHHHHHGGGGRRRR! "HHHHHOOOOOOHHHHHGGGGGGOOOOOODDDDNNNNEEEESSSSSSS! Just the reaction Karl wanted. `Don't flip out yet, buddy!' Those luscious nipples and pecs now were hyper-sensitive. Karl kept a constant swirl from the nipples, to the side of the pec, tracing along to the underside of the pec, back to the nipple. Merrily wriggling fingers lightly danced along the side of the opposite pec, then back to the other nipple. Roland's body was steady quaking and shaking. Only Karl's body weight atop him kept the tremors from vibrating thru the floor. "GRUUUHHNNUUHHWHHUUNNUUHHNUUHHNNNGRUUHHUUHHNNGG!" Ten minutes went by, and tears were streaming from Roland's eyes. Twenty minutes saw him sobbing. Now, Karl's fingers wriggled along the sides of both pecs, while keeping up the lavish nipple tonguing. "WHUUHHUUHHUUHHUUHHUUHHUUHHUHHUUHHUHHUHUUHUHUH!" Hysterical Tickle Foot Intensity Forty-five minutes of intense nipple teasing, had Roland in a state of loud, growling babble. Karl was pleased to feel Roland's aching erection pulsating forcefully under him. Karl slid off the bed to retrieve one of two, dried out felt-tip pens, that had been soaking in water. Karl stretched out on the bed, his head at Roland's right foot. Pulling back slightly on Roland's toes, Karl pressed the tip of the pen in the middle of the sole, and made short up/down strokes. "WWHHAAHHAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" YYAAAAAAHHHAAAHHAAAAHHHAAAAAAHHHAAAAHHHAAAGGGHH!" Roland's feet were at a hyper-sensitive ticklish level that sent him straight into hysterical warp- drive. This was the first time he reacted like this when tickled on this area of the right foot. Karl felt that now familiar rush building up. The short strokes with the felt tip in the middle of Roland's foot became shorter strokes. "GAHGGAAHHAARRGGAAHHAHHAARRRAAHHAAARRAAHAHH!" Roland was twisting, bouncing, bucking, and screaming like a wild man. Karl thought about the more sensitive ball of Roland's bare foot, and the rush he felt increased its build-up. He fought the urge, and kept tickling the middle of Roland's bare sole. The rush was close to overtaking him, so Karl stopped. It took a couple of minutes for Karl to settle down, and for Roland to stop twitching. Karl noticed that Roland's toes were still flexing. He pulled the toes back again, and the felt tip visited each one, the baby toe first. Rapid up/down stokes at the base of each toe had Roland howling. When he reached the big toe, he swirled the felt tip in a circular motion at its base. "GAAHHGAAHHAAHHAAHHAAHHAAHHAAHHAAHHAAHHAAHHAAHH!" Karl switched to an up/down motion for a minute or two, then slowly dragged the felt tip downward, across the ball of the foot. Karl circled the pen around the ball, then made curly-q's around and across. Roland returned straitway to ticklsh-warp-factor-nine. "HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "HAAHHAAHHAAHHAAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAAHHAHAHHAAHHAAH!" After ten minutes of this, Karl couldn't take much more: holding off the surging rush was to great a task. He whirled around, climbing atop the bed, and slid straight for Roland's bouncing hard-on. Taking it in his mouth full length, Karl expertly bobbed his head in a steady fashion. His tongue slid along the underside of Roland's shaft, while he applied just a small amount of suction. Karl had sent Roland into sensation shock. Roland's legs still trembled, and his toes still flexed in ticklsh reaction. Reactively, his hips drove deep into the mattress when Karl's lips pulled back to the swelling head of his erection, then up when Karl slid down. "GGRRUUUHHAAHH! AAHHAAHAAHHAAHHAAAARRUUUUHHH!" Karl began teasing the head, lingering there with rapid oral strokes, then sliding back down the length of the shaft. In just a few minutes, Karl could heard Roland change pitch to a still loud, yet bubbling growl. "HHHUUUNNNGGRRRRR! GRRUUHHUUUUUNNGGGRRUUGGRR!" Karl picked up the pace. With his hand, he stretched the skin back taut, his lips gliding back and forth, going no further than just below the head. Roland's pulsing, pumping shaft swelled even more. Roland stiffened, shuddered, then erupted violently. "HHHHUUUUNNNNNGGGGRRROOOOOWWWAAARGHH"! "WWAAAAAARRRGGGRRRUUUUHHHHHNNNGGGRRAAGHH"! Steady, without letting up, Karl continued orally stroking Roland's erection, which felt as if it stretched some more. Roland was screaming and growling like crazy. "GROWAARRGH! HOOSHHEEEEIIITT! WWAARRGGHH!" Karl kept at it for a few minutes more. Just to satisfy himself, Karl slid up to Roland's chest, hungrily lapping his nipples. "WHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHH!" GUHHGGUUUUUUHHDDGGRRRAAAAAAASSHHUUUUUSSHH!" A couple minutes was enough. Time for that much more ticklish left foot. Trembling, Karl grabbed the other soaking felt tip, twirling in a slow path from just below the middle of the sole to the base of the toes. "YAHYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAAHHHGGG!" "HHAAAAAAGGGGAAAHHAAHHHHAAAGGAAAHHH!" "YOOOUUHHAAAHHGGAAAHHAAAYYOOUUUUUUUU DRIVINMEEEEKKAAAHHAAAAHHKKRAAAZEEEEE!" Karl strained a look back. Roland's hips were slamming the mattress. Definition in his arms and chest muscles were pronounced, so taut were they against the restraints. Mouth agape, screaming. Head snapping side to side. Body arching, twisting, shaking, glistening in sweat. Erection with it's wonderful curve, standing at full attention. What a beautiful picture! The rush surged forth, unabated. Karl's eyes grew heavy, the felt tip falling from his hand. Instinctively, his fingers danced a wrigglish, grazing tickle dance on this hyper sensitive bare foot. His body trembling, Karl swayed drunkenly. More surprising, he hung on for a few minutes, tickling Roland's foot to the sounds of increasing hysteria. Finally, Karl slid off the end of the bed, curling in an orgasmic scream himself. The floor, the room, everything seemed to be floating. There was no sound. Karl purely was in a euphoric state. He rolled over. Looking up, he could see Rolands feet flexing forcefully. His legs appeared to be jumping against the ropes. Karl grappled with the sides of the bed, willing himself up against the bed. The sight that met his eyes as they rose high enough, took him by total surprise. The haze surrounding Karl finally cleared, and his ears opened up. Roland's body wasn't twitching, he was jerking, and still laughing! Karl crawled to the dresser. Reaching up, he found the new extra long, athletic shoe laces he bought a couple days earlier. Karl busied himself, attaching one end to the rope around Roland's left ankle. He then looped the lace around each toe, then back thru the rope. Karl gently tugged the loops, stretching back each toe. When he tied the other end off, he licked Rolands' foot at the base of the toes. Roland's foot jerked, but the toes could not flex. Satisfied with his handiwork, Karl did the same with the right foot. Karl went to the bathroom to relieve himself, and wash off. Not replacing his shorts, he also stripped off his t-shirt, and socks. Returning to the bedroom nude, Karl replaced the felt tip pens in the small water filled cup on the dresser. There was another cup with several Q-tips soaking in it. He took two of them, sat on the floor, with Roland's feet in front of him. Q-tip in each hand, Karl slid them between the big and second toe of each foot. Roland immediately bucked. When Karl began rotating the Q-tips between his thumb and forefinger, Roland howled. Ever so lightly, the Q-tips tickle-teased each gap between the toes. Each of those ticklish gaps were revisited several times. "GEEGEEGEEGEEGEEHEEHH! HAAHAAHAHAHHHAHHA!" When Karl felt sufficient time had passed, the Q-tips swirled to base of the big toes. The decibel level rose. Karl wiggled the Q-tips across the width of each foot along the base of the toes. Karl wanted Roland where he was when the first rush hit him. Not satisfied, Karl dropped the Q-tips, and grabbed both felt-tip pens. They attacked the ball area of both feet. "WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHGGGGGGG!" "YAAAAHHHAAAHHH! HHAAAAHHSSHHHEEEEIITT!" SSHHEEEEEEEEEHHHEEEEHEEEEHEEEEEIIIIIITTT!" Feeling the itch slowly tingling between his legs, Karl smiled. The felt-tips were drawing circles, figure eights, straight lines, the works. Roland was in a screaming hysterical fit. His hard-on had not lost its stance at attention. For fifteen minutes, Karl tickled the ball areas of both feet, until Roland started slipping into silent hysteria. Then Karl slid the felt-tips down to the middle of each sole. The screaming hysteria returned. "NOOOOOOOO! NNOONNOONONONOOOOOOO!" "DONTWHAAHHAAAHAAWHAAHHAAHHAAHDONT!" "HAAAGGHHAAHHDRIVEMEEEHHEEEHHAAAHAA!' "HAAHHHAHHAHHAHHNUUTSSSWHEEEHEEEEEE! Over and over again, Roland was screaming not to drive him nuts. This was the first time Roland had ever hysterically pleaded. Karl felt his own erection growing again in satisfaction. Roland's babble hysteria was sweet! Karl noticed Roland's nipples were so hard, they took on a smooth, rounded appearance. Roland was bucking in the bed so violently, the legs were chattering against the floor. His mouth was babbling in silence once more, so Karl dropped the pen in his right hand, chossing to orally tickle the left foot with his teeth. The sweet sounds of Roland screaming again. Deliciously ticklish like never before, the taste of Roland's bare feet sweeter than ever, Karl continued tickling them with increased vigor. "WHAAHHAAHAAAKAAHHKKAAARRAAHAHA!" "KAARRAAHAAHAAKAARRRRLLLYOOOUUUHAAH!" "AAHHAHHAAARROTHHAHHROTTENASSAHHAAHH!" Roland's erection was dripping once more. When Karl noticed this, he felt his own hard-on stiffening, and began to drip also. Karl kept working his teeth against the ball of Roland's left foot, but dropped the felt-tip and let his fingers dig into a wriggling tickle job on the right foot. This seemed to shift Roland's screaming hysteria into screaming growls. "GRRRAAHHAHH! GGRROWWWAARRAHHAAH!" "GRRAAWWAAHHAAHHAAGRRAAHHAAGGRRAGH!" Expolsive Force This caught Karl's attention. His erection started throbbing. He saw Roland's hard-on steady pulsing out clear ooze. Excitedly, Karl scrambled onto the bed, swallowing Roland's membrane. As he slid his oral cavity up and down Roland's shaft, it stiffened harder than the previous time, pumping cum ina steady, even flow. "GRROWAAARRWHAARWHAARWHAARWHARR!" Roland was thrusting his hips upward hard and fast. Karl held his head steady, allowing Roland's rock-hard love shaft to thrust between his lips. Karl realized that this was only the first lava flow. Truly growling this time like a bear, Roland thrusted into Karl's mouth for another two minutes. Karl felt an incredible increased stiffening in Roland's cock, and began stroking his own. The tidal wave was rushing upon him now. Roland went silent for roughly thirty seconds. Then, his hips were thrusting in long, violent jabs. Immense animalistic roars of deafening proportions, simultaneously released with four gigantic spurts. "GGGRRRAAAAAARRGGGRAAAAARRGG!" "HHHAAARROOWWWAAAHHGGROOWWAAR!" "MYYYGGGOOOODDNEEESSS! HHAARRRGHH! Thrilled..., no, Karl was overjoyed and surprised at both the heat, and amount of flow that erupted from Roland. The tidal wave rushed over him. Karl spewed forth, his hand pumping himself for all that it was worth. Karl trembled, then shuddered, screaming in ecstacy. He laid forward, his nude heat upon Roland's heat. Karl laid atop Roland, who was still in orgasmic spasms, gently massaging his body. Roland was asleep before Karl could untie him. Once Karl did finish loosening all the ropes, Roland curled up on his side without wakening. Karl put the bed covers back on the bed, over his sleeping, ticklish buddy. Four hours later, Karl heard Roland going to the bathroom. When Roland laid down again, Karl was there, licking and teasing him into another erection. Karl didn't plan on tying and tickling Roland this time, but he sure was gonna get another growling eruption of cum!