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