Karl's Fullfillment

Coughing, gasping for air, Karl leaned against the bureau. He looked over at Roland. Karl blinked twice, 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! Whhrruuuhhhh! Unnnnggruuuhh! Hhhrrruuuunnngggruuuhhhh! Grrruuuuhhhnngrruuhh!

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! Grruuhhuungheee!”

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 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! HHAAHHAAHH! HAAAAAAAAGGHHHAAHAH!”

Karl’s breathing stopped again, yet he kept ongoing with the oral tooth tickle on Roland’s bare foot.

“HHHAAAAHHHAAAAHAAAH! NAAAAHHHAAHHHSSHHIIIIIIT! HHAAH! WHHAAHHAAH!" “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! HHEEEEEEEEEE!”

Roland was bucking as if an electric shock hit him. Calmly, Karl kept his concentration on tickling Roland’s bare feet.

“YAAHHH! YYAAAHHHGGGAAHHAAH! AHHGGAAHHAHAAHAAHHAA! “HAAHHAAHHAAGGAA
HHAH! 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, steamrolled 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.

“GRUUHHWHHAAGUUHH! GRAHHHAAHHNUH! MUHUNNUHH! WHAAHHAAHH!”

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! WHUUHHAAHH!"

Karl kept going until Roland started going into silent hysteria. He kept his eyes on Roland’s precum 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.

“WHHUUUHHHUUUHHHAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

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.

“GROOWWAARRAARRAAHHAARRRRRARRGGGHHGRRAARRGGGUUUUHHH!"

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 was 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 ticklish 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!”