Timmy
Meets (and is de-feeted by :) Dr. Von Vellicator
by Christopher
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Author’s Note
Here is yet another ticklish tale for your reading pleasure in the
ongoing ticklish trials of my tickle hero and star, Timmy Backman.
As was quickly noted in my tickle novel, “Timmy’s Ticklish
Trials” Timmy Backman spent a few of his younger years in
Uncle Sam’s army, a handsome and ticklish soldier boy. Now,
as the years have marched on Timmy is employed as banker/lawyer,
but as is revealed in this story he also donates some time as a
reserve soldier to the army every month. With that in mind I found
that that is a good way to keep the ticklish boy in uniform.
In this story the reserve soldier is sent on a routine assignment
by his unseen CO, Officer Jeff Masters, to investigate the inventions
of a certain Professor Von Vellicator, (Vellicator as I learned
means “ticklish” in German) a man who has done many
projects for the government over the years.
The assignment, which to Timmy Backman seems as routine as any other
he has been sent on in the past goes awry for the Soldier boy when
the professor so cleverly captures him and subjects him to still
more ticklish trials… It is explained briefly within the story
how Timmy wound up captured for tickle torture yet again, but I
felt that it made more sense to simply get to the meat and potatoes
of the story by beginning it where the poor soldier has already
been captured and is tethered to a tabletop, his feet dangling off
the end of the table and within easy reach for the fiendish professor.
Recently I introduced the real Timmy to an old friend of mine named
Shanna, a lovely young lady that I had the pleasure of working with
over the years. I was astounded to learn that Shanna, like Timmy
has a very kinky nature, so with that in mind I placed her in the
story as the sly receptionist who lured Timmy to his latest ticklish
demise. She also secretly lusts for the handsome reserve soldier
so it stands to reason that she might be back in a future tickle
tale to have the ticklish Timmy Backman in her clutches and all
to herself. So, with all that in mind and said I offer you my latest
tickle tale starring my wonderful ticklish buddy, “Timmy Backman…”
The Story
“Ya vole Soldier boy Bayckman,” the German Professor
Von Vellicator said to his captured prize, handsome army reserve
soldier Timmy Backman as he studied the soldier’s paperwork
that had been in his attaché case. “I vill be wiz you
shortly, een the meantime just lay zere and be comfy…as you
Americans call it…hee, hee, hee… Vor now I need to look
over yer papervork to see joost vhy your superior’s vould
have sent you here meddling.”
The paperwork had not been for the professor’s eyes to see,
but once managing to snag the investigative (meddling) reserve soldier
Professor Von Vellicator was pretty much able to do whatever he
damn well pleased. As the professor looked over the paperwork his
brows furrowed and with a sinister looking expression on his face
he glanced repeatedly over at the haplessly captured reserve soldier.
The man was extraordinarily handsome; nearly six feet tall, because
of his height he nearly didn’t make it to fit atop the table
he was presently stretched out on, on his back, his patent leather
shoed feet nearly dangling off the end of said table.
Handsome beyond anything the professor had ever seen before, beautiful
shiny green eyes, salt and pepper colored hair that obviously had
been a dirty blond years ago, a rugged square jaw ala Dick Tracy
and even in his dark green colored uniform complete with a two inch
black stripe down each pants leg, a pale green long sleeved shirt
and black tie it could be seen that the reserve soldier was in tip-top
muscular shape. The way his huge chest, bowling ball sized biceps
and sinewy triceps pressed against his uniform jacket was a delight
to see as he struggled while tethered to the tabletop.
Obviously this reserve soldier boy worked out on a regular basis.
He wore a wedding band too, making him even more of a fine capture
the professor thought fiendishly. He wondered how this reserve soldier’s
wife would react seeing her strong and handsome hero of a husband
in the position he presently was. Each time the professor glanced
over at Timmy as he laid there the reserve soldier’s heart
thundered in fear in his chest.
“Ah mine soldier boy Bayckman, my veeeery sweet soldier indeed,
hee, hee, hee, from vhat I am zeeing een your papervork here I can
awnestly zay zat you shood neyver have meddled in avvairs of moment,”
the professor stated as he sat a few feet away from the table that
Timmy Backman was tethered to. “But now zat I have you een
a much secured position I am sure vee vill get to zee bottom of
zis you and I, yes?”
“Yes? No Professor Von Vellicator, no way Sir!” Timmy
grunted in his sexy Southern accent, his head lifted up off the
table and him yanking helplessly at the iron shackles secured around
his wrists and ankles that held him fast to the table as he lay
on his back atop the structure, his muscular arms at his sides.
“What you have done in capturing and restraining a United
States reserve soldier is totally against the law! Professor, this
is unacceptable…”
“I shall decide joost vhat is acceptable unt not Soldier boy
Bayckman…” the professor stated, stood up and stepped
to the foot of Timmy’s table. “Vhat ees not acceptable
ees you showing up here, surprising me with your probing, snooping
inquiries and expecting me and mine staff to cater to your vhims…and
all joost because you come here in your hayndsome looking uniform…”
As the doctor spoke he trailed the fingertips of one hand over the
toes section of one of Timmy’s patent leather lace-up military
style shoes as his feet dangled off the end of the table.
“Uniform is right Professor Von Vellicator, and this uniform
I’m wearing proves that I’m here on official government
business Sir,” Timmy blabbered angrily. “This isn’t
me in my business attire, oh no Sir! Two weeks out of every month
I donate my time as an army reserve soldier and you and your lab
are the assignment my CO assigned me. When he finds out what you’ve
done in capturing and restraining me you’ll be in deep trouble
Sir!”
“OOO, I seriously doubt that mein handsome heir,” the
professor chuckled and to Timmy’s shock he leaned down and
planted a few delicate but deliberate kisses across the toes section
of Timmy’s patent leather shoe that he had moments ago just
been fingering. “Because I am sure that you, as a soldier
boy knows that you being captured by me means that you have bungled
your mission, as you Americans vill call it…hee, hee, hee
mein soldier boy, and I do mean mine. I do have you after all…I
have you…and because you have bungled your mission, because
I have in capturing you, burned you zo to speak, your CO will mete
out I am sure what you Americans call, harsh deescipleen…”
“Discipline you mean, oh my word…” Timmy grunted
and lay his head down.
As Timmy lay there trapped and shackled the professor kissed and
licked the toes section of his other patent leather shoe. The captured
soldier had to wonder why the nutty professor (no pin intended where
the movie title is concerned) was so transfixed on not just his
paperwork that he had confiscated but also on his military shoes.
Timmy knew that his CO, Officer Jeff Masters would no doubt tan
his naked ass for this bungling. The captured solider had seen the
old fashioned sort of discipline dished out upon his buddies in
the reserves in the past. JEEZ…soldiers spanked like they
were little kids, hard nosed warriors, true combatants over Officer
Jeff Masters knees no less…JEEZ… Army reserve soldier
Timmy Backman knew, “HE KNEW” that he had to find some
way out of this latest predicament he found himself in… His
CO had sent him here on a most routine mission, to gather information
about the reports that the government had been receiving about the
eccentric Professor Von Vellicator and the inventions he had been
supposedly working on.
The professor was well known when it came to inventions. He had
even invented a few gizmos that the United States government had
purchased, so it stood to reason that they would be interested to
know why the man was being so secretive with his latest creations.
From what Timmy Backman knew the professor had not returned any
phone calls, he had not responded to any e-mails or regular letters
in the mail where his inventions this time around were concerned.
When Timmy asked his CO why he had chosen him for this assignment
the reserve soldier was shocked to hear it when Officer Jeff Masters
said, “Your buddy Ronald Greene recommended you for this.
Mr. Greene and the professor knew each other way back it seems.
He said you have lots of experience when it comes to inventors and
their machines.” So without another word and with a hard gulp
of shock Timmy accepted the mission and proceeded to the address
he had been given for the professor’s lab…a place on
the other side of town, a place very far out of reach. And upon
his arrival the professor captured the uniformed tickle hero…with
a little help of course…
“Professor Von Vellicator, you cannot be looking at my paperwork,”
Timmy bantered through clenched teeth as the professor resumed perusing
the reserve soldier’s top secret documents. “All of
that is confidential information…that I had in my danged attaché
case…”
As Timmy prattled on and on he glanced over at his attaché
case as it lay strewn on the floor beside his uniform hat.
“Dang it all…” Timmy seethed and again struggled
fruitlessly in his metal bonds.
The image of Professor Von Vellicator fingering his shoe and then
leaning down to plant kisses on it sped through the captured reserve
soldier’s mind. He did not want to give life to the thought
that followed that one. If the professor was transfixed with his
shoes then it stood to reason he would more than likely be transfixed
by his socks. And if he was transfixed by the captured soldier’s
socks then he would most DEFINITELY be transfixed by Timmy’s
bare feet…no, better not to go there Timmy thought, trying
desperately to put it out of his mind that the professor had been
licking and kissing his patent leather lace-ups.
“So, as you Americans say Soldier boy Bayckman, it would appear
that the tables, they have been turned on you, yes?” the professor
teased Timmy as he stepped to the head of the table, forcing Timmy
to arch his head back a bit now so that he had to look up to see
the professor as he loomed over him.
“Yes…NO…Professor Von Vellicator, you must release
me now, the table turning on me has gone far enough Sir,”
Timmy prattled, his head arched back.
“Not quite far enough mein soldier,” the professor chuckled,
grabbed an end of the table and gave it a hard push.
Suddenly, the table that Timmy was secured to was spinning round
and round…
“OH shit, oh my word,” Timmy cried out as he spun round
and round.
When the table stopped rotating the professor gave it another good
push, harder this time.
“OH MY WORD of words,” Timmy bantered, lifting his head
up and down and looking across at his stretched out torso as he
spun and spun. “I feel like I’m fastened to a danged
old fashioned record player.”
As Timmy spun round and round he saw the professor still looking
over his paperwork.
“So you and Meester Ronald Greene know of each other no?”
the professor asked his prize as the table stopped spinning.
“Uh, yes, you could say that I have the unfortunate luck of
knowing Mr. Ronald Greene,” Timmy replied somewhat miserably
as he tried to get his bearings after having been spun on what he
now knew was some kind of rotary tabletop.
Thoughts of Ronald and what he put Timmy through in the past flitted
through the captured reserve soldier’s mind. He quickly pushed
the thoughts away as the professor put down the paperwork and stepped
again to the foot of the table that Timmy was fastened to.
“Professor, please, tell me at least, what in hell do you
plan on doing with me?” Timmy asked as Von Vellicator began
unlacing one of his patent leather military style shoes.
“Does thees answer your question my sweet soldier Bayckman?”
the professor inquired and Timmy’s thoughts reeled.
“OH NO, no, Professor, don’t, DO NOT take my shoes off
my feet Sir,” Timmy demanded loudly, struggling mightily now
in the bondage.
“But Soldier boy Bayckman, you are een noooo poseeshon to
stop me, yes? NO…” the professor teased.
“Yes…I mean, no, I mean, yes, YES, you must stop this,
you must release me!” Timmy pleaded, struggling mightily;
the reserve soldier feeling totally despaired at having been duped
upon his arrival at the laboratory and captured.
“So you vere sent here to invaystigate my laboratory and my
eenventions eh mein Soldier boy Bayckman,” the professor said
and once Timmy’s first patent leather shoe had been unlaced
the man began slowly prying it from the reserve soldier’s
foot.
Timmy’s heart hammered in his chest in mortal fear as his
black socked foot was exposed.
“Oh my word, NO, no, Professor Von Vellicator, what are you
doing Sir?” Timmy grunted throatily and wiggled his toes under
his sock as the musty scent of his nylon dress sock mixed with shoe
leather wafted through the air.
Ignoring the restrained reserve soldier’s pleas the professor
dropped Timmy’s shoe to the floor, it landed with a CLUNK
and he quickly got busy unlacing Timmy’s other shoe. As he
worked slowly and methodically at getting Timmy’s second shoe
off his foot he said, “Now tell me Soldier Bayckman, why on
earth, as you Americans say, hee, hee, hee, why would your government
be so veeery eenterested in me, hmmm?”
As the professor spoke he slowly got Timmy’s other shoe off
his foot. Once more the scent of sweaty nylon sock and musty shoe
leather wafted through the air. Timmy felt his cock churning in
his uniform trousers as his balls seemed to shift in their sac.
He licked his dried lips and thought of how he had once again been
had…by his so called buddy Ronald Greene of all people. And
this time Ronald was having someone else do his dirty work for him.
“Professor, you have to understand Sir,” Timmy said
as his other shoe hit the floor and he looked down at his black
socked feet as they lay propped and restrained at the end of the
table he lay on. “The government always, ALWAYS does routine
checks and investigations on people in the news who are working
on something new, especially something like what you’ve been
dithering with. And you did not respond to our inquiries Sir! OH
my word, give me back my shoes and release me Sir!”
“Perhaps your government is theenking my inventions are somehow
harmful, yes?” the professor asked, wrapping his hands around
one of Timmy’s socked feet and leaning down towards it, sniffing
as he went.
At this point Timmy pursed his lips in anger and through clenched
teeth stated, “Professor Von Vellicator, the government doesn’t
think anything of your inventions, how could they? I haven’t
handed in my report yet…”
“Und you vill nawt be haynding een any report whatsoever Soldier
Bayckman,” the professor replied and pressed his thumbs hard
against the bottoms of Timmy’s black socked foot.
“OH MY WORD and just exactly what is that supposed to mean
Professor?” Timmy asked in a pleading tone of voice.
The professor seemed to know just where to press to find Timmy’s
sensitive pressure points because the captured reserve soldier felt
very tingling sensations coursing through his feet and up his calves.
The professor pressed harder against the meaty bottoms of Timmy’s
socked foot.
“Professor, I am a government official, and again, I am wearing
a uniform to prove it,” Timmy repeated his earlier litany.
“And YOU WILL do well to re-shoe my feet and release me Sir!”
“Yes, yes, you are vearing a uniform, but you seem to have
lost your shoes yes Soldier boy Bayckman?” the professor teased
his conquest.
“YES, no, I mean, uh, no, I have not lost my shoes,”
Timmy replied, his head spinning a bit as the doctor continued caressing
his foot, sending shockwaves of chills through him.
“Und I vill do vell to teach you Soldier boy Bayckman to not,
to NEEVER soobect me or my laboratory to surprise vessits, yes?
NO!” the professor said angrily and leaned down further and
slithered his tongue across Timmy’s socked toes.
“OHHHHHH, YES, I mean, no…I mean…” Timmy
said, chuckling a bit as he said it.
“Ah mine soldier, nothing is more relaxing for a man than
to haave his shoes removed, yes?” the professor asked and
moved to Timmy’s other foot, quickly gripping it tight with
two hands, pressing his thumbs against the bottom of it, massaging
it in a tickly manner.
“No…no…” Timmy said in a guttural sounding
tone of voice, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, knowing
all too well what he was soon to suffer.
The reserve soldier could hear the laughter now…HIS…
“But don’t you mean yes Soldier boy Bayckman?”
the professor teased sadistically. “Hee, hee, hee…”
“Yes…yes…it’s relaxing, but no, no…sometimes
it can be peril…no…” Timmy went on and on.
“OOOOO my dear soldier boy, your socks are a beet musty, hee,
hee, hee,” the doctor teased his prize and leaned down to
slither his tongue over Timmy’s toes as he had done with his
other foot.
Timmy lifted his head up off the table and laughed a bit as he said,
“No, no, I mean, yes, my socks are a tad musty there Professor,
but leave my danged feet alone in my socks huh?”
“Yes, yes, no, no, vhat ees thees a vord game Soldier boy
Bayckman?” the doctor chuckled.
“Please don’t do that,” Timmy stated emphatically.
“Oh my hayndsome soldier, soon you vill sing high C’s
for me, count on eet,” Professor Von Vellicator said, wiggling
Timmy’s big toe through his sock.
“H-high C? NO, NO, no…” Timmy gasped.
“Tell me Soldier Bayckman, are your socks always so moosty
and scented or are you just veeery nervous here with me today?”
“Yes…no…yes…” Timmy panted. “Oh
my word, I don’t know what I’m saying anymore here…”
“I vould theeenk Soldier Bayckman, that some of my special
therrrapy ees in order vor you, as of…NOW, ya vole?”
the professor asked and let go of Timmy’s foot.
He stepped to the head of the table and seductively loosened Timmy’s
tie a bit for him.
“Wh-what are you doing now Professor?” Timmy asked as
he gathered his thoughts. “L-leave my danged tie alone Sir!
And I demand that you re-shoe my feet…”
“Vee do not vant you choking vehn you beegeen your song for
me Soldier boy Bayckman, yes? NO!” the professor laughed as
he unbuttoned the first button of Timmy’s shirt after having
loosened his tie.
“I don’t sing Professor,” Timmy reeled.
“Troost me, you vill seeng like a canary veeery sooon mein
soldier,” the professor quipped and playfully tugged Timmy’s
loosened tie.
Smiling evilly the doctor stepped back to Timmy’s socked feet…
“Sing…sing…canary…no, oh no,” Timmy
said in anguish as the professor took up position at his trapped
feet and held up his long finger-nailed hands.
The professor strummed his fingernails from the bottoms of Timmy’s
heels up to his soles, his toes and then back down again.
“Oh NO NO NO NO, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, you nutty Professor!”
Timmy squabbled crazily. “I knew it; I just knew you would
tickle my danged feet… HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR!!!!”
“Und joost as I said mein soldier, like a canary you will
zing, er, sing, now lets see eef I can make you sing higher notes,
yes?” the professor chuckled and flicked his dexterous fingers
harder and faster against the bottoms of Timmy’s trapped socked
feet.
As the professor glided his fingernails up, up, up, the bottoms
of Timmy’s feet, from his heels to the balls of his feet to
his toes the sounds of the metal shackles and chains attached to
them at Timmy’s ankles and wrists made clanking noises. He
struggled fruitlessly in the bondage as the professor continued
tickling him finger-wise…
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!” Timmy shrieked louder
now as the professor squeezed one of his feet tight and tickle tortured
the bottom of the other one at the same time. “OH DANG it
all, what a combination this is, massage therapy mixed with ticklish
devilish torture, OOOOOOOOOO, HEEEEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE!!!”
Timmy’s head bounced up and down on the soft tabletop, he
hee, hee, heed as he watched the professor move his hands faster
and faster it seemed over his black nylon socked feet…
Now, az zoon az I hayv varmed you up, az you Americans so quaintly
put it, I shall demonstrate one of my eenventions that you zo nosy,
nosy, nosy came here to eenvestigate, yes Soldier Bayckman?”
the professor quipped from the end of the table.
“OH MY, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WHAT have I fallen into
this time?” Timmy screamed through his laughter. “Inventions,
I was sent here to investigate inventions…they have to be
tickly things…somehow I should have known it, HAHA!! OH WOE
IS ME…”
“Az zee zong zays Soldier boy Bayckman, zing, zing a zong,”
the professor teased his captured prize meanly. “Zing for
a zong of teekle torture mine soldier boy, zing for me mine angel
of laughter…”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!” Timmy screamed
as the professor pressed his fingernails hard, harder, and harder
against the meaty bottoms of his black socked feet.
Timmy sang as the professor had requested as he trailed those fingers
at what seemed like warp speed up and down poor Timmy’s feet.
Poor Timmy though did not think he was singing, he was helplessly
laughing his fool head off. Timmy’s feet wriggled in the restraints
and he was by then sweating in his uniform as he lay trapped atop
the table…
“PL-please, please Professor Von Vellicator, please STOP,
stop tickling me Sir!!! OOOOOOOO, HEEE, HEEE, HEEE, HEEE, HEEE!!!!”
Timmy pleaded as his head spun now. “OH MY WORD, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
“But ov course solider boy Bayckman, but only for a short
time I assure you,” the professor stated, stopped tickling
Timmy’s feet, gave the table a push to set it spinning a few
times and stepped away from the still laughing soldier for a moment.
“I vould naut vant to deprive you of experiencing my eenventions
virst hand…
“Or in my case, first foot you might say huh?” Timmy
cackled as the table rotated.
“Veery cleverly put Soldier boy Bayckman,” the professor
replied and when he stepped back over to the table he stopped it
spinning and glared down at his ticklish treasure.
Timmy looked up and saw that the professor was holding a spray can…
The ticklish guy gulped hard.
“My virst machine is joost down zee hall mine teeklish soldier,”
the professor said and aimed the nozzle of the spray can at Timmy’s
nose and mouth.
“OH NO!!!!” Timmy railed as the doctor pushed the plunger
down on the spray can.
Timmy was not fast enough to hold his breath as the stinking contents
of the spray can invaded his nostrils. He inhaled the rancid odor
and found himself in a very sleepy state, a stupor of sorts…
“OHHHHHHHH…” Timmy moaned as his head lay back
atop the table.
He felt the shackles on his wrists and ankles being undone but could
do nothing to defend himself as horror of horrors, he felt his uniform
being slowly stripped off him…beginning with his belt being
undone…
As he was unclothed he heard the professor chuckling a bit…
“S-stop, oh my word, d-don’t…” Timmy groaned,
mustering what strength he had.
But to the reserve soldier’s dismay the professor sprayed
his nose with another dose of whatever the spray can contained.
Timmy groaned loudly and was then deeper in the stupor…
A Short While Later…
“Dang it all, oh my word, what’s the point of THIS now???”
Timmy asked miserably, his head still spinning from the effects
of the gas he had inhaled as he was led out of the room where he
had previously been shackled to a table in his army uniform.
To his utter consternation the reserve soldier now found himself
stripped of his uniform down to his tight fitting white kangaroo
pouch style briefs, his calf length black nylon dress socks and
as humiliating as it seemed his army cap was perched on his head.
With his hands roped tightly behind him and a black silk blindfold
tied over his eyes the captured Timmy found himself being led down
what he thought was a hallway, an uncarpeted hallway at that, as
the cool feeling of linoleum under his thin socked feet attested
to.
“Right thees vay mien soldier,” Timmy heard Professor
Von Vellicator saying as the man held tightly to the reserve soldier’s
forearms, just above where the mounds of rope were plied round and
round his crossed wrists behind him. “I vill be zo happy to
zhow you one of my eengenious eenventions. Just step zlowly und
you vill do vine, er, fine. Mine English as you can tell ees not
all eet shood be, yes Soldier Bayckman?”
“NO, no Professor, never mind your danged English, OH MY,
I’m nearly naked here and I get the feeling you have me in
public view,” Timmy bantered in a near panic as he was slowly
and carefully led along.
The reserve soldier’s cock was fear hard in his white briefs
and he could feel the tip of it peeking out of the fly opening,
and to add to his kinky misery his cock was dribbling pre cum.
“WH-what’s with stripping me you crazy professor? I’m
a reserve soldier, you can’t do that to me, but then again,
oh my, you did do it, put me in LA LA land and stripped me down
to my shorts and socks,” Timmy recited and shook his head
a bit. “Got my danged hat on me huh? A soldier’s hat
does not a uniform make Professor! And what’s with the danged
blindfold huh? OH NOW this is all too much here…”
“You are oondressed zo zat you vill be more comfy,”
the professor said and reached down to steal a squeeze on one of
Timmy’s melon shaped ass globes. “And zee blindfold
is zimply to make it a BEEG zurprize for you, yes?”
“More comfy for what pray tell?” the reserve soldier
asked in his Southern accent.
“WHY, vor my eenvention vhen you are, how do you Americans
say, vhen you are tethered to it, yes, zat ees eet, vhen you are
tethered to it,” the professor quipped and again squeezed
Timmy’s ass globe. “Zere, mine English vas rather goot
just then, yes?”
As the doctor chuckled and moved poor Timmy along Timmy could only
grimace miserably behind his blindfold…
But it was when Timmy heard the professor’s receptionist’s
sweet sounding voice when his jaw dropped and his mouth inched open
in shock.
“Good afternoon Professor Von Vellicator,” Timmy heard
Shanna, the receptionist say snidely.
“Good God, I really am on display here,” Timmy whispered
in disbelief at the sound of the receptionist’s voice as she
greeted her employer.
Timmy involuntarily jutted his muscular chest outwards and hunched
his shoulders back nervously.
“Und goot afternoon to you mine Shanna,” the professor
said and halted Timmy in his step.
Timmy recalled meeting the receptionist upon his arrival at the
professor’s lab. It seemed so long ago now. He also quickly
surmised that she was part of the ploy in capturing him. He seemed
to recall her having offered him a “refreshment” sort
of drink while he waited to see the professor. He also recalled
the lusty look in her eyes when she first looked up and saw him
standing there so statuesque and handsome in his uniform, his hat
clamped under his arm, total respect to have removed his hat when
in the presence of a lady.
“And good afternoon to you as well Mr. Backman, or was it
Captain Backman?” Shanna asked, sounding just as snide.
“It’s Major Backman,” Timmy said, a look of anger
on his blindfolded face. “And may I say that from the look
of things you Miss are in just as much trouble as the good professor
here. You obviously aided him in capturing me…”
As he spoke Timmy’s cock grew stiffer and peeked further out
from the fly opening of his tight fitting kangaroo pouch under shorts.
Shanna smiled as droplets of pre cum oozed from Timmy’s cock
slit. Like a lot of men Timmy grew hard in the cock when he was
feeling fear.
“And may I say Major that you look extremely sexy in just
your underpants, socks and hat,” Shanna giggled. “I
especially like that medal you have pinned on the side of your underpants…”
“OH MY!!! Such desecration,” Timmy shouted thoughts
of one of his jacket medals pinned to his under shorts beyond humiliating.
Timmy recalled the receptionist being beautiful, with dark olive
complexioned skin, shiny black shoulder length hair and dark, dark
sexy eyes. She was dressed plainly in a skirt and blouse, but she
was seductive nonetheless Timmy remembered a bit more. He also remembered
how well endowed she was in the area of her ample bosoms, all day
nursing he would think he could do on her big tits.
“I vill be demonstrayting for zee soldier my eenvention een
room vour,” the professor said to Shanna. “Please zee
to eet that vee ees noot deesturbed at all…”
“Yes Sir Professor,” Timmy heard Shanna say. “I
do hope you will enjoy the demonstration Major Backman…”
As the professor and Shanna laughed fiendishly, looking at each
other in a conspiratorial manner the professor tweaked one of Timmy’s
very pronounced nipples. As he did so Timmy’s visible cock
head leaked more pre cum. Shanna licked her lips hungrily as the
professor brought the soldier into “Room Four.”
“Unt here vee are,” the professor said happily and clapped
his hands together after closing and locking the door to the room
he had brought Timmy into.
He quickly took the uniform hat off Timmy’s head and placed
it on a chair that was in the room.
“Now, before I remove zee blindfold I vill position you just
zo,” the professor said and stood Timmy a few scant inches
from one of the most diabolical machines he would ever see.
As Timmy stood wherever the hell it was that the professor had balanced
him he could still feel his head spinning a bit from the doses of
gas he had been treated to earlier…
“DANG, what is all this?” Timmy asked no one in particular.
“I was sent here on a routine assignment…and look at
me now…captured, tied, blindfolded and de-uniformed, MY WORD!!!”
Standing beside his captive now the professor proceeded to whip
the blindfold off Timmy. The reserve soldier allowed his eyes to
adjust back to the light and then he took in the sight of two things
in front of him…
“OH my word…” Timmy said and his cock pounded
fear hard as it more than peeked out of his under shorts at that
point, his testicles in his under shorts seemed to swivel around
in their sac. “OH NO, you all can’t be serious here
Professor…”
What Timmy saw firstly was a short wooden board with straps attached
to it. The board was pressed atop a wooden structure wheel-like
device of sorts… He saw how a man would fit right well atop
the wooden board…
Timmy took a few steps back on his socked feet but could not take
his eyes off the electronic gizmo that was set up in front of the
wooden structure that he knew all too well that he would soon be
lying on and strapped down to… The electronic device looked
like something out of a science fiction tale. It was a LARGE square
device mounted atop a metal wheel-away. At the moment it was locked
firmly in place however, and the crème de la crème
of the electronic gizmo, a long rod with a cone-shaped fuzzy device
tethered to the end of it mocked Timmy.
The reserve soldier duly noted that the long rod with the fuzzy
device at the end of it was actually a spindle…it would spin,
just as the table that Timmy had been tethered to earlier had spun,
just as his head was still spinning, the rod and the fuzzy cone
shaped device would spin…
As Timmy looked intently at the fuzzy device his memory wreaked
havoc on him and he said the name “Ronald” followed
by saying “My ticklish trials…”
“Ya, ya, your teeklish trials,” Professor Von Vellicator
said with a grin as he stood next to Timmy, a scissor in hand. “Zoon
ve shall zee joost how veery teeklish your leetle perineum is, yes
mien soldier boy?”
“OH TARNATION, you have got to be kidding me here Professor,”
Timmy squealed, looking at the professor’s devilish inventions.
“You mean to tell me you plan to tickle my asshole…WITH
THAT???”
Timmy hunched his shoulders up again in a nervous fashion as the
professor began snipping his underpants off him.
“H-hey, what all are you doing now?” Timmy asked.
“Vell now, lets be reasonable shall ve Soldier Bayckman?”
the professor asked, sounding as if Timmy had just asked the dumbest
of questions as he continued snipping away Timmy’s under shorts.
“I can noot possibly teekle your rosebud back there if you
are wearing these pesky under zhorts now can I?”
“OH dang, at least I had ‘em on while you had me in
the hallway,” Timmy said despondently as his underpants fell
off him in tatters.
The medal that the professor has pinned to Timmy’s underpants
fell to the floor as said underpants were snipped and snipped. A
few moments went by as the professor seemed to revel in the task
as he slowly snipped away Timmy’s underpants. When the last
of them were snipped off Timmy’s erection pointed straight
up at the ceiling, it oozed thick droplets of pre cum and his balls
dangled low between his thighs… The professor seemed to be
drooling at the sight of Timmy’s thick pulsing manhood.
The reserve soldier gasped breathlessly as the professor took him
by his upper arms, said, “Thees vay Soldier boy Bayckman…”
and moved him on his socked feet toward the wooden structure…
“oh my word…” Timmy said huskily as they professor
propped him onto the wooden board on his back, his long legs dangling
down at first.
Timmy watched in dread as the doctor lifted his legs by his socked
ankles, lashed his feet spread wide to the ends of the board and
then positioned the fuzzy cone shaped device on the rod by aiming
it directly at Timmy’s gaping and exposed shit chute…
With a look of total terror in his eyes Timmy nearly blanched when
the professor snapped on a pair of tight fitting gloves.
With his hands lashed behind him and still swooning a bit from the
gas he had inhaled earlier Timmy was virtually helpless to stop
the doctor from doing whatever he wanted to him…and what he
did was liberally grease up Timmy’s asshole and ass walls
with a jelly based lubricant. Each time the doctor’s latex
gloved fingers entered him rectally Timmy’s cock twitched
and dribbled pre cum…
“Unt avay ve go mine heir,” the professor whooped a
few moments later and threw a control lever to the upward position
on the electronic gizmo.
“WWWWWHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” Timmy found himself screaming
seconds later as the fuzzy whirly thing began doing its black magic.
“HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
The cone shaped device slithered its way spinning round and round
into Timmy’s most private crevice… The reserve soldier
felt totally and literally invaded back there as the thing nestled
inside him as it went…
Poor Timmy squirmed like a fish out of water on the wooden board
as the fuzzy cone shaped device spun its way deeper into his slimed
anal canal, tickling the daylights out of him as it went, round
and round and round…
“AAAARRRRHHHHHH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! OH MY!!!”
Timmy keened loudly, his head spinning like he was in orbit now.
“S-STOP this thing, oh you nutty professor!!!! HAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!”
As Timmy laughed he clenched his bound hands into fists and tears
streamed from his eyes…
“AAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!! Y-you all can’t do this to me Pr-pr-Professor
Von Vellicator!!!” Timmy ranted crazily. “I am a danged
reserve soldier, HAHAHAHA, m-my superiors will hear of this!!! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH
HAHAHAHAHAAHA!! Oh for fuck’s sake, y-you’re ticklin’
or to be more precise here, your devilish invention is tickling
my danged asshole!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”
Timmy rocked from side to side in an attempt to force the invasive
spinning device from his anal hole. Instead it seemed that it burrowed
its way deeper inside him…making his eyes cross in his head.
From his teary eyed vision Timmy saw the professor making notes
on a legal pad. But it was what the professor’s receptionist
did when she entered the room that really got Timmy screaming…
“NO, NO, NOT THAT, oh my word!!” Timmy laughed. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,
n-not that lady!!!”
“Say it like you mean it Major Backman,” Shanna said
as she videotaped Timmy’s latest ticklish trials. “That
erection you have there tells me how much you’re enjoying
Professor Von Vellicator’s invention.”
She moved closer to Timmy and filmed him as he laughed and laughed
and laughed…
“NO, y-you can’t be filming me lady,” Timmy pleaded.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Then, as he lay there laughing and as the fuzzy device spun and
tickled his hole Timmy shot his load all over himself. Shanna and
the professor laughed along now with their captive as Timmy ejaculated
without his huge cock having been touched at all… As the fuzzy
device did its work Timmy laughed and let loose with yet another
jet stream of jazz. By the time he was done jazzing he was splattered
all over his face and upper body with thick creamy white man juices.
“OHHHHHHHH!!!! TH-this is too much now!!!” Timmy panted
and shot off a last dribble of cum.
The ticklish reserve soldier slipped into a stupor and heard himself
laughing as if from far, far away…
When Timmy came to a short while later he found himself back in
the original room where Professor Von Vellicator had had him earlier…
He groaned a little as he woke up and when he realized he was not
tethered to the table he sat up a bit on his elbows…
“Oh my,” he grunted as he looked down at himself, still
clad in just his danged black socks, not even his torn underpants
on him now.
“Vell, vell mein heir, and how are you veeling Soldier Bayckman?”
the professor said as he sidled up next to the table. “And
joost exactly what deed you theenk of my whirly whirler?”
“Well, that’s about as good a name for it as any I would
say,” Timmy replied sarcastically as he lay there, his body
matted with man sweat and caked up and dried cum, his cock semi
erect and slimy looking between his legs. “Tickling a poor
guy’s asshole has to be the height of depravity you crazy
professor…but seeing as you had your lovely receptionist film
my peril looks like you got it over on me now…”
The professor smiled wickedly down at Timmy… Timmy squirmed
atop the table as the feelings of tingling still enveloped him in
his asshole. He took a deep breath as the professor stood next to
him as he laid there, his head still swooning.
“You vill seemply haynd in a written report based on your
findings here, yes Soldier Bayckman?” the professor asked
the muscular god-like reserve soldier atop the table.
Timmy nodded despondently, knowing that if he reported what the
professor had done to him that he would simply hand over the incriminating
video to Timmy’s superior, Officer Jeff Masters.
“Goot, I am glad ve have an oonderstanding,” the professor
said and tweaked one of Timmy’s nipples. “But before
you leave there are steel the vindmills you must experience mein
soldier boy…”
“H-HUH?” Timmy asked and sat up further on his elbows.
“WH-what windmills are those Professor? What in tarnation
do you mean experience them???”
“Vell now mien soldier, I am zure zat you vant to zee more
than joost one of my eenventions,” the professor said, grinning
down lecherously at the naked but for his black socks reserve soldier.
“Eet ees vhat you came here vor after all, YES?”
“YES? NO!!!” Timmy panted. “I came here on a routine
assignment and what I got instead is unforgivable, so if its all
the same to you I’ll simply get dressed and be on my way Professor
Von Vellica---“
But before Timmy could finish his sentence the doctor quickly held
up the spray can and pointed it at Timmy’s nose and mouth.
Timmy did not have a chance as the doctor quickly pushed the plunger
down and dosed the reserve soldier…
“OHHHHHHHH!!!” Timmy whimpered and fell back atop the
table...once more in a stupor…
When he came to about twenty minutes later Timmy saw that he was
again shackled to the tabletop, but only at the wrists at his sides.
His feet had been bared at this point, his black socks nowhere to
be seen. When he lifted his head up and looked across at himself
he saw that his bare feet were locked in and encased in two heavy-duty
plastic boxes…
His feet were slightly elevated in the boxes and when he saw the
small windmills with the feathers attached to each spindle in the
boxes he began laughing involuntarily…
“Vhy mien soldier boy Bayckman I have noot even started the
vindmills spin, spin, spinning unt you are laughing already,”
the professor said, sounding confused.
“WH-what waste time???” Timmy laughed louder. “OH
WOE IS ME….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
A few seconds later the windmills within the boxes were spinning
their feathers against Timmy’s bare tootsies. In the boxes
Timmy’s feet danced and flopped around as they were tickled.
From the side of the table the lovely Shanna was again filming her
and Dr. Von Vellicator’s unwitting and unwilling ticklish
star…
The End
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