Written by MaX
Jasper couldn’t believe it. Never in all his young life had he felt this way. He had been transported to another existence – lived another life – heard angels singing his name. He knew he hadn’t actually left Grok’s small room. But it might as well have been heaven – what he knew of heaven anyway, or maybe this is what hell was supposed to feel like. Jasper couldn’t decide. It was amazing to him how someone so giant, so gruff, so tough – could make him feel so alive. Every nerve ending in his small body was alive – screaming. Jasper thought he would just burst from it all. The last hour and a half of his life he would never forget – ever.
Grok had started out very gentle with him – slowing removing his clothes one by one. He laid Jasper gently on the bed on his back. Starting with his toes, Grok slowly washed each and every one with his rough tongue, drawing them into his massive mouth as if they were a sucker. Then Grok worked his way up his legs with that same rough tongue, bathing every square inch of them – all the while running his rough hands over his small chest, tweaking his little rosebud nipples with his fingers. Jasper’s groin started tingling. When Grok reached Jasper’s now rock hard cock, he stopped. Grok looked into Jasper’s light blue eyes and said, almost in a whisper, “Are you ready to become a man? This is the point of no return my young friend. You will never be the same after tonight.” All Jasper could do was nod his head. He had no idea what Grok was talking about. Grok said, “Close your eyes and relax. Don’t open them until I tell you to.”
Jasper felt Grok get up off the bed and heard some rustling sounds in the room. Then Grok gently took Jasper’s wrists and tied a soft cloth around each one. His arms were being raised above his head and spread apart. Then Grok tied a soft cloth around his ankles and spread his legs apart. Jasper didn’t know what to expect next. He then felt something tickle his balls. It was soft and light – maybe a feather? Jasper tried not to laugh, but a giggle escaped his lips. The same soft, light sensation happened around his nipples. What was Grok doing? Next thing Jasper knew, something was tickling the soles of his feet. His legs involuntarily jumped, but his ankles were tied in place – he couldn’t move them.
Slowly Grok worked his way up Jasper’s legs with the feather, twirling it softly around and around. Then the feather gave way to Grok’s light touch with his fingers. Jasper was squirming and laughing by now, but he felt he could take it if it didn’t get any worse. What if it did get worse! He couldn’t move, couldn’t escape! He was at the mercy of this big, strong, musky orc! It was a wild thought put into his head by increasingly wild sensations that had him groaning and moaning – and his prick was getting harder.
Soon there was no time to think, his head went haywire as Grok’s tickling became harder, relentless, merciless. By the time Grok was in full swing, tickling his tender sides, Jasper was protesting and pleading: “No! Oh, no! Please! Don’t do this to me! Come – come on, G-Grok – ha ha! No! What are you doing! I can’t take anymore!”
Grok moved his quick, strong fingers to Jasper’s armpits, testing all over for spots that would make Jasper beg for mercy as he never had before. “No! No! Please stop, Grok! You don’t know how ticklish I am!” Jasper cried. “No I don’t know just how ticklish you are, but we’re going to find out!” Grok growled. With that, he swung his massive body and was on top of him, impaling himself on Jasper’s rock hard dick. He used force alone to reach every part of Jasper’s body, getting at the most sensitive spots – all the while squeezing with his butt cheeks in a way that made Jasper shout. The more and more Jasper struggled, the more he rammed his cock in and out of Grok’s massive butt. Suddenly, Jasper’s young body went completely rigid – as stiff as a wooden plank as he climaxed, not once, not twice, but thrice in quick succession – shooting as he had never shot before. His cock was a fountain of cum, pulsing with ecstasy all along it’s length, filling Grok’s ass to overflowing with hot boy spunk. He felt and smelled Grok’s thick, sticky cum all over his face, neck and hair – running down the sides into his ears.
And then the world went black…..
Jasper felt a cold splash of water hit his face. Where was he? What had happened? His cock felt drained. Then he tried to move – but he couldn’t. Ah, now he remembered. He was tied to Grok’s bed. He had been tickled beyond belief. He was caked in dried cum. The small room reeked of man sex. Was it over? He could hear Grok’s heavy breathing from somewhere in the shadows. Why didn’t he say anything? What was he waiting for?
Seemingly out of nowhere a long white feather appeared in front of his face. Soft, full, gently touching him, just hovering where he could see it. Then it disappeared. But still Grok did not reveal himself. It was quiet – too quiet. Jasper lay still, listening to his own breathing, which was starting to quicken in his chest. Was the tickling over at last? Why didn’t Grok say something? Then the feather passed in front of his eyes again, slowly. More silence. Jasper began to think the tender flesh on his sides and under his arms were being touched with light strokes that he barely felt, but he wasn’t sure. Then he felt them again – or did he? He struggled against his restraints.
He thought he saw the feather again, just below his field of vision, but he wasn’t sure. He groaned and twisted helplessly against the restraints that held him fast. The anticipation was too much for him. Jasper clinched his eyes tightly shut, as if doing so would shut out the world. Slowly, he forced himself to relax. As his breathing began to calm, his head began to clear. It began to dawn on Jasper – the game was not over. There would be more tickling. “G-go ahead,” Jasper said. “Go ahead – tickle me Mr Grok. I am at your mercy, sir.”
Grok emerged from the shadows from somewhere behind his head. “So you want to be tickled now, heh boy? You didn’t get enough yet? Or maybe you enjoyed our little session more than you are letting on? Grok queried. “Remember, you asked for it. Remember that.”
With that Grok moved with eerie grace to the foot of the bed. Oh no, he’s going after my poor feet again, Jasper thought to himself. Slowly Grok worshipped Jasper’s feet – almost as if they were the feet of an angel. He caressed and lightly massaged. He sucked and licked. Grok was getting to know Jasper’s small, tender feet very well – the high arches where a light touch made Jasper gasp, the sensitive spots at the base of Jasper’s toes, and of course those taut, ticklish soles that responded so violently to Grok’s feather. “Stop! Oh stop! Please! Ha ha ha ha…not there! Anyplace but there! Hee ha ha ha ha no, no…oh God stop tickling me! Stop! I can’t take it! Oh my feet, oh my God, please stop!”
“Listen to me, Jasper,” Grok said. “You can stop yelling now, just for one minute.” He stopped tickling, and very slowly Jasper got quiet again, catching his breath. “What I’m gonna do now, Jasper, is tickle you”….and his fingers were moving now, teasing those feet…”and I’m gonna keep tickling you until you cum.”
“No!” Jasper cried. “No, d-don’t, oh stop….I can’t, can’t take anymore! Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, no!”
“I’m gonna keep tickling you till you cum,” Grok repeated. “That’s all there is to it. I’m gonna tickle all in between your toes. I’m gonna use my fingers, my tongue, this feather, and something else.” Jasper could not see through his tears but a deep, hard line of sensation had him screaming again as he felt it run down the center of his sole. And up again, slowly…and down again… Suddenly he realized what it was – the tip of a dagger!
And the assault didn’t stop, not even for a second. Jasper tried wildly to control himself so he could speak, to make Grok understand he couldn’t cum anymore. It might be hours before he could get hard again, and if this tickling lasted for hours it would be the end of him. “I won’t stop until you cum,” Grok kept saying, “I want to see you cum, boy.”
It seemed like hours, it seemed that his feet had felt all the tickling torture in the world, until Jasper started getting hard again. In slow motion, as Grok tickled and tickled and tickled, Jasper’s cock rose higher and higher. Then Grok grabbed Jasper’s dick with his left hand and started pumping him up and down rhythmically as he kept tickling with his right…and miraculously Jasper came again, shooting even harder than before, almost passing out again but struggling to hold on, dying to know if it was finally all over.
Grok moved away from Jasper’s feet into the shadows of the room and for a moment all was quiet. Then he appeared at Jasper’s side with two feathers, which he gently laid down on Jasper’s stomach, drawing them ever so slowly across that ticklish flesh as Jasper tried to suck his stomach in, to twist, to do anything to escape that incredible stimulation taking his breath away, making him shout with new energy…”Not my stomach! No! Grok, please! I can’t take it anymore!
“Guess what I’m doing, Jasper?” Grok said. “I’m tickling you until you cum, all over again.”
That is what Grok did, working over the hapless flesh of his tender stomach first, then moving on to his arm pits, and then his ball sack, until a crazed, screaming Jasper came again, and again and again. By the time Grok was done with him, Jasper had emptied his bladder too, shooting piss all over Grok, the bed and his own belly. At strange moments Jasper seemed to be able to step back and observe the scene – this poor tortured kid being tickled to death by a massive, towering brute of an orc, who was himself cumming without even touching himself, coating Jasper’s body with load after load of sticky, smelly cum. How Jasper wished he could scoop it up and taste it. How he wished it would end – yet he didn’t want it to end.
And then, the massive, naked Grok, collapsed full length on top of Jasper, pinning him even further to the bed, wrapping his tree trunk arms around Jasper’s young body, squeezing the life out of him. He could hardly breathe. Grok began gently nuzzling Jasper’s neck, nibbling on his ear, softly chewing his cum matted hair. Then those big lips met his, and Jasper opened his mouth and welcomed Grok’s thick, rough tongue in – caressing it with his own warm, moist mouth and tongue.
Grok pulled away, looked Jasper in those pretty light blue eyes of his, and said, “Well my young friend. You are officially now a man in my book. You took my torture and asked for more. I wasn’t quite sure you were going to make it a couple times there, but you came through with flying colors. Anytime you want to have some fun again, just come on down here. I’ve got a few more things I can show you that will blow your socks off.”
Jasper paused for a moment, thinking that one over, and then said, “Mr Grok, sir, you are the best man on this ship, as far as I’m concerned – next to the captain, of course. You can bet I’ll be back for more. Now could you untie me?”