Survivor: Tickle M/M

Derick was reading the paper when he came across a casting call for a new Survivor show. He smiled as he read what the theme was... Ticklng! Derick was a muscular and extrememly ticklish guy who loved a good tickle. He searched forthe phone number and called for information. When he called, he spoke to the associate who explained where they would be going and what tickle tests there would be. Derick smiled as the associate described how he would be tied and tickled. He tried to stifle his urge to laugh as he listened to the discriptions, but couldn't. The associate knew he had a real live one and gave Derick a place and time to show up.

Derick arrived at the studio where the auditions were taking place. He sat down and began watching as they tied this young guy, no more than 25 years old dwon to a chair. Then a Tickler came out and sat behind him and began working him over. The guy went ballistic almost immediately. Derick began shifting uncomfortably in his seat as the guy's laughter increrased with intensity. He hung his head down low because he knew that he couldn't control his own urges to laugh while this guy was being tickled. He wrapped his arms around his sides protectively as his own body began tingling. The guy sitting behind him drew closer and whispered to him.

"You're that ticklish that you can't even watch? !" Derick turned to him, beads of sweat forming on his upper lip. "God yes! I can't even watch tickle vids without rolled on the floor. All my roomate has to do is show me a feather and I get all nervous and start giggling. It's murder when he finaly starts in on me!"

The producers also took an interest in watching Dericks reractions and called him next to the chair. "Take off your shirt and and sit here." The stagehand told him. Derick removed his shirt and sat down. His arms were pulled up over his head and slipped into wristcuffs. The producer looked at him. "Are you ready?" Derick gulped and nodded. He closed his eyes as he heard the Tickler sit down behind him. He whispered to Derick ... "Let's see what you're made off !!!" a giggle escaped from him when he heard that. His body tensed as he felt the light touched of the Ticklers nails onhis ribcage. The Tickler stroked Derick's ribs slowly up and down, making him squirm uneasily in the chair. He tried holding his urged to giggle in, but after 5 miniutes, gave in and began giggling. Then the Tickler started tickling up and diown Derick's inner arms, but stopped just before his armpits. Derick laughed nervously , he becan taunting him,making Derick even more nervous and .. more ticklish. Finnally, the Tickler attacked Derick's armpits. He arched his body and squealed hysterically. After 5 more minutes, Derick felt the fingernails moving to his belly and lower sides. Derick was completely out of control and laughing til no sound came out.

The producer, pleased with the outcome told the tickler to stop and release Derick. Derick walked away, still giggling to the table where he signed releases and contract and got hjis ticket to Paradise Island, where the show would be taped.

Derick boarded the plane and sat down next to the same guy who was behind him in the studio. They talked awhile and found out they were assigned to the same team. As the place flew to the Island, the rules wear explained.

Each ticklee would be tied in 4 different tickling positions. Tickle Masters from all over the world of ticklng would tickle them to see how long they could hold out before using their safe word. The ticklee who makes it through all 5 tickle situations wins 1 million dollars and his choice of personal ticklers for a year.

The plane landed and the teams were escorted to their campsite. Everything was provided for them so that they could relax between ticklings. Derick and Pete found themselves togethr in a roomy tent. Pete was both ticklee and tickler and found it hard to keep from reaching out and stroking Derick's ribs.

"Please Derick... just let me tickle you for a little while. Nothing intense. " Pete pleaded and tried to wear Derick down. Derick slide away from Pete. "No way! I'm going to be tied4 different ways starting tomorrow and I down't need to spend the night being tickled by you!" Pete shrugged his shoulders and both men fell asleep.

After breakfast, the teams walked along the beach til they came across an area with sets of steaks in the sand. They were all wearing nylon speedos. Each ticklee was tied spread eagled to the steaks. Derick watched as each tickler was brought in and wondered who would stop at his place.

A Tickle Master from India was assigned to Derick. He brought feathers and brushes to use on Derick's already ultraticklish skin.
The Tickler smiled at him and took a feather tickler and began stroking it from Derick's chest to his waistline, making Derick squirm. He began giggling as soon s the feathers touched him. his tickler was pleased and kept swirling the feathers faster and faster. Derick began thrashing as he felt the feathers ticklng his ribs and sides. Then the Tickle Master switched to sable brushes, making Derick buck and laugh louder. Soon all the other ticklees that gave in were circled around Derick and his Tickle Master. By now Derick was covered in sweat and sand, the Master sitting next to him, ticklng his feet with his nails. Derick's relief came when the timer went off, and he was declared the winner of the first round.

Derick showered and felt nto a deep sleep that night form sheer exhaustion. Pete was no longer with him, as he gave in about an hour after he was tied down and tickled.

The next day, Derick's team was taken to a large wooded area where poles with wrist shackled were set up. Each ticklee was shackled facing the pole, with their arms over their heads. this time the Tickle Master would be tickling thier backs and armpits. Derick drew a Tickle Master from Asia.

He began stroking his nails over Derick's bare back. Derick bit his lip and tired agan to hold in his laughter. the Master noticed and smiled and began tickling Derick's butt through tehnylon speedo. Derick's body lurched upward as he giggled loudly. The Master's nails were long and very tickly and Derick's butt was particularly ticklish. The Master laughed and continued ticklng Derick's back. Derick laughed was the nails explored all his back's tickle spots. Then the Master began stroking his armpits with his nails. Derick giggled hysterically as the fingernails tickled each crevace. Derick endured this tickle toture for another hour til the time was called. But the producer decided to let teh Tickle Master have some additional time ticklng Derick, as a tie breaker.

It was between Derick and Robert. Derick could hear Robert's hysterical laughter as his tickler worked him over. Derick's Master didn't want to loose, as he would be tied and tickled as punishment in his clan. The Master began ticklng thebacks of Derick's legs. Derick laughed and pulled at his shackles, but never uttered his safe word. Finnally he heard robert scream outhis safe word. The tickling stopped and Derick's exhauted body slumped against the pole
as he waited to be taken down.

As Derick walked to his tent, one of the associates bagan walking with him. "The producers really like you. You're the most ticklish contestant they've ever had. Cedrick is very interested in you ... and would like to have dinner with him. He's also a tickler and is very attracted to how ticklish you are. He wants to have a private tickle session with you."

Derick paused and thought about it for awhile. He has 1 more contest to go through. "I don't know .... I'm really beat from today. that Tickle Master was really merciless ! Tell Cedrick thanks but .. no thanks .. for now" The associate nodded and continued to walk with Derick til he got to the shower. The associate walked futher on and Derick went into the shower. His body ached from being hung and tickled. After his shower, he ate with the group and turned.

Morning came quickly. derick was woken up by the sounds of a rams horn being blown. He put on his speedos and joined the group for breakfast. After they all ate, the group was led to a room with foot stocks. Each victim was seated and their bare feet locked into the stocks. Derick shifted uneasily in his chair. He saw the Tickle Master who stopped by him. It was Po Chang from yesterday. Po smiled and sat at Derick's feet. I bell was went off and Po began strokinghis nails up and down the bottoms of Dericks bare feet. Derick began giggling and pulling at the stocks. Po lauighed and began taunting him. Derick keep giggling and wriggling his feet to avoid Po's nails. Po Chang began ticklng the arches off Derick's feet, making him squeal and pull harder at the stocks. Po tickled Derick's toes till he became hysterical. Again, Derick was the only one who lasted. The time was called. Po Chang whispered in his ear. Derick smiled and nodded weakly. After he was let out of the stocks, derick went to Po Chang's tent.

"I'm here. What is it that you want?" Derick looked at Po Chang and watched him as he moved closer to him.

"I have tikcled you twice and know how extremely ticklish you are. I want to continue my experience with you. Then maybe we can turn the tables and you can tickle me. Like you, I am also very, very ticklish. I am here without my personal tickler. What do you say about my proposal?"

Derick thought about it. This Po Chang is the best tickler he's ever had. And the chance for revenge ticklng appealed to him.

"Let me tickle you first. Afterall... you've had your nails all over me twice!" Derrick smled devilishly at Po Chang. Po Change thought about it and smiled. His own personal tickler was nor with him; and he missed his nightly tickle.

"All right. You'll find me a willing ticklee." Po Chang stripped down to his underware and laid on the bed, waiting for Derrick to start. Derrick also stripped and sat down on the edge of the bed, near Chang's bare feet. Chang looked up, his eyes wided when he saw where Derrick was sitting.

"Let's see if you're ticklish right here!" Derrick ran his nails up the bottoms of Chang's feet. Chang pulled his feet away to avoid the teasing fingertips. Derrick watched the Master's reaction and began ticklng his feet with earnest. Chang's laughter was loud and he thrashed over the bed. Derrick smild and tickled his arches, then moved to under the toes. Chang screamed and laughed hysterically as his feet here tickled. Derrick took some rope and tied Chang down to the bed to restrict his movements. Then he began his slow tickle torture. First he tickled the sides of Chang's leg, making Chang giggle and wriggle side to side on the bed. Then he reached his hips, which were an tickle hotspot. He dug in and kneaded Chang's hips. He bucked and laughed hysterically. Derrick found teh sable brushes and swirled themover Chang's belly and lower sides. Chang bounced and laughed louder he felt the bristles tickling his skin.

Derrick began to become arroused as he tickled Po Chang. He noticed a tent in his shorts, and he began tingling. Derrick found it hard to choke back the urge to laugh while his nails attacked Chang's ribs. Chang noticed this and began taunting him between giggles. Soon Derrick was laughing with Chang.

"Untie me ! You know you can't keep this up... You know you can't stop the tisklish feelings ... !!" Chang continued taunting Derrick till he finnally stopped and untied him.

Derrick sat on the bed while Chang recovered. Derrick didn't notice that Chang was kneeling behind him, his nails poised near Derrick's ribcage. Quietly, Change started stroking Derrick's ribs. Surprised, Derrick jumped from the sensation and laughed. Chang smiled and kept stroking his ribs. Derrick flopped over on his side, laughing as Chang's nails reached in and teased his belly. Derrick's body became spamotic with laughter as Chang's fingernails explored every ticklish crevace of his ribcage.