Ejaculatus ad Infinitum - (I am not the author, but the story is awesome and should be here)
Tom never thought how his luck would change when he said good bye to his lovely wife that early morning. He was a prolific family man; his first wife died young and left seven children under his care. Few years later he married again and got six kids more. Tom owned a big physique, inheritance from his brawny Irish uncles. His rugged face was crowned by abundant hair, big deep eyes and beard. He was very hardworking and honest, he earned his life working the land, as constructor and others hard jobs. But always honourably despite he was just a simple plebeian by birth. Feed thirteen kids wasn’t an easy task for a poor British peasant in 660 A.d.
Dark forces hovered over the kingdom; covetous men fought for power. It was a normal morning like any other; today Tom had got a job chopping wood. Before the sun rise, he dressed with his usual garment: hat, shirt, jacket, pants, boots and left with a hope in his good heart.
Regardless of his wife’s warning, Tom used to go without company. The forest was lonely, quiet and sometimes haunting breezes prowled around. It was deliciously peaceful and a sweet aroma wafted in the benign air. Particularly enthralled by the warm breeze, the man walked beyond than he’d ever gone before. A happy smile lit his face and started his job full of energy.
It’s heard strange noises. He scanned all around, but there was any soul except him. “Some animal”, he grabbed his axe watchfully for a while.
“You ought not to come alone in the forest, woodcutter”, hissed a charming voice.
He thought to himself he was just tired and missed his wife, so he sipped water from a nearby spring and lay on the lush mattress of grass. A nice drowsiness made him dropped off into a blissful sleep. Suddenly, four heavy hands seized him by his shoulders. He saw two high figures at his sides wearing dark robes and hood. Being strong and big enough, Tom fought wildly to get free from those iron grips, but his captors were tougher and dragged him by the wood as if he were a sack of straw. He screamed for help, prayed, begged and kept struggling with all his might. His captors put a cloth over his head and everything went black around, making him sink into helplessness while he was forcefully carried along a bushy ground first and then a stoned path toward somewhere.
After leading him through several halls, stairs and doors, they finally stopped behind a door and forced him to lie down on a table. He still had the cloth covering his head, so he couldn’t get a clue about where he was. The hood was pulled out of his head and his eyes collided with a creepy room, absolutely unfamiliar, intimidating.
-Welcome to my castle, woodcutter –said that voice heard in the wood.
He fixated his eyes in a woman wearing dark clothes, with a piercing look, strange tattoos and a necklace with odd objects.
-Who are you? –he asked.
-You don’t need to know who I am –she answered.
-Please, I…I have thirteen children to feed… -he pleaded.
-I also have an offspring to feed, woodcutter –said the woman.
The two captors stayed at both sides of the table holding him by his shoulders. As she waved her hands, a black smoke crawled by the floor and snatched his arms and legs. Again Tom struggled to get him free without success. In no time he found himself lying on his back with that eerie smoke grabbing his elbows, wrists, knees and ankles.
-Take his shoes off –the woman commanded.
The dark-robed men immediately obeyed by tugging at the enormous shoes of the captive, yanking them off to expose a pair of sweaty bare feet. Tom twitched his toes and scrunched his high-arched soles, discomfited by their nakedness. The lady stared at the man’s feet with approval in spite of a pungent smell filled the room as soon as they got out of their damp enclosure. In contrast with his slightly suntanned skin, Tom’s feet were pallid white since they were encased in shoes most of the time and they were truly huge with 15 inches long from heel to toes. The toes were long, thick and curved a bit with strong knuckles and tufts of hair on them as well as on the insteps. The toenails were somewhat dirty and needed a trim. The heels and ball of his feet were meaty and reddish in contrast with the pale arches. He had calluses on the soles of his feet from years of hard work which made them look even more masculine; although, unlike beaten and hardened laborer’s feet, his were soft from sweating too much inside his boots the whole time.
Poor Tom was sure he was going to be tortured for something he couldn’t comprehend yet.
-Please, please have mercy! I took no part in any rebellion against Their Majesties! Me and my family are absolutely loyal! I pay all my taxes! I haven’t committed any crime…! I’m a quiet family father…!!!
The woman came to the end of the table and rested his hands on the captive’s insteps as breathed in deeply the intense acrid stench wafting in the air. Rich and poor men had something in common: after a few days without being washed, their feet release a distinctive reek. And she could tell from just the smell of Tom’s feet how long they had been inside shoes and when was the last time they were bathed. Tom noticed how long the nails of this woman were. She rested his long fingernails over Tom’s rugged heels, just below the arches and gently began to scratch the tips up and down.
-He-hehehee-hehe-hihaha…
-I’m testing your flesh first –said the woman, again pleased with what she saw-. You’re quite responsive. Let’s see a little faster…
Her fingernails sped up bit a bit the sole-scratching. Tom was feeling now uncomfortable and squirmed on the table. He clenched his jaws as curled his toes. Big drops of sweat formed on his forehead and chest. He prayed to God, but anything could avert his strength crashed miserably into desperation. He finally broke down…
-AAAHAHAHAHA…AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! OWWOHOHOHOHO STOP STOP PLEASE NO- NOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA HA!!!! PLEASE IT TICKLES…IT TICKLES… IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES TOOOHAHAHUHUW MUUCHH GAHAHADS!! PLEASE NO… PLEEHEHEHEHZZ NOHOHOHOHOO…I CAHAHAHAHANNT!!!!
Tom was in hysterics. His tough feet were ticklish as hell! The magic knots prevented all movement except his toes to wiggle, which they did frantically. But nothing relieved the torment of his exposed soles which were the main target of this evil woman.
-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! STOHOHOPHAHAHAHAHAWW!!!! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! IHIHAHIAHIAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAWUHUHUAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!
When he was a kid, his armpits and ribs were frequently attacked during games. Actually, he hadn’t memories of having his feet tickled. Worst to him, because it had been the opportunity to know that they were his hot spot! Now he could do nothing to stop his predicament or escape. Held in place and helplessly barefoot, his huge soles were obliged to suffer the most terrible and relentless assault. His laughter poured out of him in loud gusts, constant, frenzied guffaws drawn from his mouth.
-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IAAHAHAHAHAHAIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA HAHIIHIHAHAHAAA!!!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH EHEHEHEEEEEZZZZHH!!!!
The feelings of those scratching nails working all over his sweaty soles were the most awful experience he’d undergone in his life. Tom thrashed his head from side to side, his body convulsed pitifully under these unforgiving smoke-bonds as the woman continued taking full advantage of his weakness. She danced, raked and scraped her long nails all over the soles of his feet, making his mouth flood with dramatic roars of laughter that prevented him from thinking clearly, much less speaking intelligibly, gasping and shrieking like a man possessed.
-UWUUHUHEHEHOHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAWWW!!!!! BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! MEEEHEHEHEHEHRCYHYHHIHI PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHZZZZZZE!!!! AIWIHIHIHIHIHIL GIVFYAAHAHA ANEHEHEHHEHEEHETHIINHGHGHGG HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YHUHUHUHUHUHUHU WANT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The woman continued tickling Tom’s bare feet until his laughter became deep shriller. He’s sweating profusely and soon his robust body got drenched and glistened. She again and again travelled her wicked nails the whole map of those rugged soles when she suddenly changed tactic and immerse herself in darting her nails in-between his toes: Tom got totally beyond control. She looked disappointed, but kept her task tenaciously. Sometime later she started to see what she was waiting for: a bulge was rising under his pants to become a prominent tent.
She gave him a rest.
The woman again waved her hands and the rest of Tom’s clothes gone. When he realized he was buck naked, he blushed from embarrassment; despite her cruelty, he was a decent man nude in front of a woman. Yet his eyes grew wide open like saucers when he saw his penis became a solid rod pointing to the roof.
-Why’re… you doing… this to me…? –he gasped with face soaked in tears and sweat. In fact, his strapping frame spread-eagled with his member standing up like the highest tree protruding from the wood was a wonderful sight to behold.
-Don’t be scared, woodcutter –said the woman-. All of you men suffer from this condition. There’s a secret link between your feet and your penis, so that when your soles are stimulated, your organ reacts sooner or later, even against your will… That’s what I need because I can’t touch your penis, but you must give me what I want.
-What is what you want, woman?! Please tell me and I’ll give you straight away! I’ll give you…I’ll give you whatever you want… just stop scratching my feet!! I can’t take more of this…!
-I need something you naturally have in your body to feed my children –said the woman?. It’s not your blood; it’s not your flesh. It’s something that only you, son of Adam, have as an uninterrupted source and I must get it without touching your tackle, woodcutter.
He gave her back his most confused look.
-That you use to make children for the king –sentence the woman-, I will use it to create an army of monsters against the king. The spell requires the seed of a stud, just like you, father of thirteen kids.
Tom got discombobulated. He saw two diabolic claws with long nails moving toward his bare feet.
-Also demons feed with the juices of one elected Adam’s son. You, prolific woodcutter, have been chosen to accomplish this task. So, you will be subjected to this for all eternity. I condemn you to ejaculatus ad infinitum. From now on you won’t sleep. You won’t eat. You’ll never get old. You’ll stay strong and young. And never get tired!!
Tom was too busy processing the real sense of what he was told when those monsters claws started assaulting his soles. Agonic manly laughter filled the dungeon once again.
-NO-NO-NO MORE TICKLINONONOUGHH!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…!!!!
Those sharp claws didn’t hurt his skin, though, their evil touch was enough torturing to make him go crazy, writhing like mad, sputtering useless pleas to stop. Tom could feel the horniness boiling inside him, as well as his semen was churning within his swollen balls, ready to be shot. The claws stroked faster, focusing in certain spots of the man’s soles; one minute, two, three and… he shot and impressive load. The claws slowed their pace to let him recover himself while moaned and shuddered. The happy woman collected every drop from his stomach and chest.
After having ejaculated, his body was more responsive to the physical contact, which meant his feet were now twice more ticklish. His cock tilted to one side and the other, screaming for a real attention. Nonetheless, the woman never touched it to make the spell work successfully.
Sometime later the claws sped up the scratching. His deep, manic guffaws shattered the silence of the dungeon, echoing round the stoned walls while those diabolic claws continued raking up and down his massive soles at once, periodically brushing the gaps between the toes.
After a few minutes, Tom came a second time and the claws again lighten the tickling. He was sure that he was going to die, but strangely, when they relented the tickling pace and his breath returned to normal, he was again fully alert and energetic as usual.
Before nightfall, the woman announced:
-Lord has made a banquet. Your laughter echoed through all the walls of the castle and we don’t want the guests get worry.
The thick, dark smoke crawled over Tom and started mummifying his big body from his head down, leaving a hole around his crotch where his rampant cock and jiggling balls sprouted up luxuriantly amid lush pubic hair. At the other end his bare huge feet remained exposed and at the claws’ mercy. The smoke also wrapped around his mouth. Tom screamed a muffled NO, until all that could be heard from him was:
-MMMMFFFH!!! MHMHMHMHPHMMHPH!!! MHMPHMMFMFMFMMM…!!!!!!!!
Over and over, Tom was tickled to death, except death never came. He was completely out of himself. He had become a mass of flesh, bones and nerves; no mind, no soul, no memories. Just these excruciating streams of ticklish madness running through his convulsing frame. This fire in his lungs spewed by his open-wide throat in form of uncontrollable laughter. And the urge of ejaculating was permanent. The claws never stopped their hellish task nor for a second… tickling his soles… tickling his soles… tickling his soles undyingly. The cocoon of his body jolted and squirmed riotously like a human earthquake.
Meanwhile the riches were eating and praising the king, not knowing their enemy was their host. Outside in the wood, the friends of Tom and his lovely wife were in search of him, but the only found on the ground were his malodorous shoes.
Inside the dungeon of Lord’s castle, the good Tom ejaculated and ejaculated amidst gusts of inhuman laughter.
Tom never thought how his luck would change when he said good bye to his lovely wife that early morning. He was a prolific family man; his first wife died young and left seven children under his care. Few years later he married again and got six kids more. Tom owned a big physique, inheritance from his brawny Irish uncles. His rugged face was crowned by abundant hair, big deep eyes and beard. He was very hardworking and honest, he earned his life working the land, as constructor and others hard jobs. But always honourably despite he was just a simple plebeian by birth. Feed thirteen kids wasn’t an easy task for a poor British peasant in 660 A.d.
Dark forces hovered over the kingdom; covetous men fought for power. It was a normal morning like any other; today Tom had got a job chopping wood. Before the sun rise, he dressed with his usual garment: hat, shirt, jacket, pants, boots and left with a hope in his good heart.
Regardless of his wife’s warning, Tom used to go without company. The forest was lonely, quiet and sometimes haunting breezes prowled around. It was deliciously peaceful and a sweet aroma wafted in the benign air. Particularly enthralled by the warm breeze, the man walked beyond than he’d ever gone before. A happy smile lit his face and started his job full of energy.
It’s heard strange noises. He scanned all around, but there was any soul except him. “Some animal”, he grabbed his axe watchfully for a while.
“You ought not to come alone in the forest, woodcutter”, hissed a charming voice.
He thought to himself he was just tired and missed his wife, so he sipped water from a nearby spring and lay on the lush mattress of grass. A nice drowsiness made him dropped off into a blissful sleep. Suddenly, four heavy hands seized him by his shoulders. He saw two high figures at his sides wearing dark robes and hood. Being strong and big enough, Tom fought wildly to get free from those iron grips, but his captors were tougher and dragged him by the wood as if he were a sack of straw. He screamed for help, prayed, begged and kept struggling with all his might. His captors put a cloth over his head and everything went black around, making him sink into helplessness while he was forcefully carried along a bushy ground first and then a stoned path toward somewhere.
After leading him through several halls, stairs and doors, they finally stopped behind a door and forced him to lie down on a table. He still had the cloth covering his head, so he couldn’t get a clue about where he was. The hood was pulled out of his head and his eyes collided with a creepy room, absolutely unfamiliar, intimidating.
-Welcome to my castle, woodcutter –said that voice heard in the wood.
He fixated his eyes in a woman wearing dark clothes, with a piercing look, strange tattoos and a necklace with odd objects.
-Who are you? –he asked.
-You don’t need to know who I am –she answered.
-Please, I…I have thirteen children to feed… -he pleaded.
-I also have an offspring to feed, woodcutter –said the woman.
The two captors stayed at both sides of the table holding him by his shoulders. As she waved her hands, a black smoke crawled by the floor and snatched his arms and legs. Again Tom struggled to get him free without success. In no time he found himself lying on his back with that eerie smoke grabbing his elbows, wrists, knees and ankles.
-Take his shoes off –the woman commanded.
The dark-robed men immediately obeyed by tugging at the enormous shoes of the captive, yanking them off to expose a pair of sweaty bare feet. Tom twitched his toes and scrunched his high-arched soles, discomfited by their nakedness. The lady stared at the man’s feet with approval in spite of a pungent smell filled the room as soon as they got out of their damp enclosure. In contrast with his slightly suntanned skin, Tom’s feet were pallid white since they were encased in shoes most of the time and they were truly huge with 15 inches long from heel to toes. The toes were long, thick and curved a bit with strong knuckles and tufts of hair on them as well as on the insteps. The toenails were somewhat dirty and needed a trim. The heels and ball of his feet were meaty and reddish in contrast with the pale arches. He had calluses on the soles of his feet from years of hard work which made them look even more masculine; although, unlike beaten and hardened laborer’s feet, his were soft from sweating too much inside his boots the whole time.
Poor Tom was sure he was going to be tortured for something he couldn’t comprehend yet.
-Please, please have mercy! I took no part in any rebellion against Their Majesties! Me and my family are absolutely loyal! I pay all my taxes! I haven’t committed any crime…! I’m a quiet family father…!!!
The woman came to the end of the table and rested his hands on the captive’s insteps as breathed in deeply the intense acrid stench wafting in the air. Rich and poor men had something in common: after a few days without being washed, their feet release a distinctive reek. And she could tell from just the smell of Tom’s feet how long they had been inside shoes and when was the last time they were bathed. Tom noticed how long the nails of this woman were. She rested his long fingernails over Tom’s rugged heels, just below the arches and gently began to scratch the tips up and down.
-He-hehehee-hehe-hihaha…
-I’m testing your flesh first –said the woman, again pleased with what she saw-. You’re quite responsive. Let’s see a little faster…
Her fingernails sped up bit a bit the sole-scratching. Tom was feeling now uncomfortable and squirmed on the table. He clenched his jaws as curled his toes. Big drops of sweat formed on his forehead and chest. He prayed to God, but anything could avert his strength crashed miserably into desperation. He finally broke down…
-AAAHAHAHAHA…AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! OWWOHOHOHOHO STOP STOP PLEASE NO- NOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA HA!!!! PLEASE IT TICKLES…IT TICKLES… IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES TOOOHAHAHUHUW MUUCHH GAHAHADS!! PLEASE NO… PLEEHEHEHEHZZ NOHOHOHOHOO…I CAHAHAHAHANNT!!!!
Tom was in hysterics. His tough feet were ticklish as hell! The magic knots prevented all movement except his toes to wiggle, which they did frantically. But nothing relieved the torment of his exposed soles which were the main target of this evil woman.
-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! STOHOHOPHAHAHAHAHAWW!!!! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! IHIHAHIAHIAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAWUHUHUAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!
When he was a kid, his armpits and ribs were frequently attacked during games. Actually, he hadn’t memories of having his feet tickled. Worst to him, because it had been the opportunity to know that they were his hot spot! Now he could do nothing to stop his predicament or escape. Held in place and helplessly barefoot, his huge soles were obliged to suffer the most terrible and relentless assault. His laughter poured out of him in loud gusts, constant, frenzied guffaws drawn from his mouth.
-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IAAHAHAHAHAHAIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA HAHIIHIHAHAHAAA!!!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH EHEHEHEEEEEZZZZHH!!!!
The feelings of those scratching nails working all over his sweaty soles were the most awful experience he’d undergone in his life. Tom thrashed his head from side to side, his body convulsed pitifully under these unforgiving smoke-bonds as the woman continued taking full advantage of his weakness. She danced, raked and scraped her long nails all over the soles of his feet, making his mouth flood with dramatic roars of laughter that prevented him from thinking clearly, much less speaking intelligibly, gasping and shrieking like a man possessed.
-UWUUHUHEHEHOHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAWWW!!!!! BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! MEEEHEHEHEHEHRCYHYHHIHI PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHZZZZZZE!!!! AIWIHIHIHIHIHIL GIVFYAAHAHA ANEHEHEHHEHEEHETHIINHGHGHGG HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YHUHUHUHUHUHUHU WANT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The woman continued tickling Tom’s bare feet until his laughter became deep shriller. He’s sweating profusely and soon his robust body got drenched and glistened. She again and again travelled her wicked nails the whole map of those rugged soles when she suddenly changed tactic and immerse herself in darting her nails in-between his toes: Tom got totally beyond control. She looked disappointed, but kept her task tenaciously. Sometime later she started to see what she was waiting for: a bulge was rising under his pants to become a prominent tent.
She gave him a rest.
The woman again waved her hands and the rest of Tom’s clothes gone. When he realized he was buck naked, he blushed from embarrassment; despite her cruelty, he was a decent man nude in front of a woman. Yet his eyes grew wide open like saucers when he saw his penis became a solid rod pointing to the roof.
-Why’re… you doing… this to me…? –he gasped with face soaked in tears and sweat. In fact, his strapping frame spread-eagled with his member standing up like the highest tree protruding from the wood was a wonderful sight to behold.
-Don’t be scared, woodcutter –said the woman-. All of you men suffer from this condition. There’s a secret link between your feet and your penis, so that when your soles are stimulated, your organ reacts sooner or later, even against your will… That’s what I need because I can’t touch your penis, but you must give me what I want.
-What is what you want, woman?! Please tell me and I’ll give you straight away! I’ll give you…I’ll give you whatever you want… just stop scratching my feet!! I can’t take more of this…!
-I need something you naturally have in your body to feed my children –said the woman?. It’s not your blood; it’s not your flesh. It’s something that only you, son of Adam, have as an uninterrupted source and I must get it without touching your tackle, woodcutter.
He gave her back his most confused look.
-That you use to make children for the king –sentence the woman-, I will use it to create an army of monsters against the king. The spell requires the seed of a stud, just like you, father of thirteen kids.
Tom got discombobulated. He saw two diabolic claws with long nails moving toward his bare feet.
-Also demons feed with the juices of one elected Adam’s son. You, prolific woodcutter, have been chosen to accomplish this task. So, you will be subjected to this for all eternity. I condemn you to ejaculatus ad infinitum. From now on you won’t sleep. You won’t eat. You’ll never get old. You’ll stay strong and young. And never get tired!!
Tom was too busy processing the real sense of what he was told when those monsters claws started assaulting his soles. Agonic manly laughter filled the dungeon once again.
-NO-NO-NO MORE TICKLINONONOUGHH!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…!!!!
Those sharp claws didn’t hurt his skin, though, their evil touch was enough torturing to make him go crazy, writhing like mad, sputtering useless pleas to stop. Tom could feel the horniness boiling inside him, as well as his semen was churning within his swollen balls, ready to be shot. The claws stroked faster, focusing in certain spots of the man’s soles; one minute, two, three and… he shot and impressive load. The claws slowed their pace to let him recover himself while moaned and shuddered. The happy woman collected every drop from his stomach and chest.
After having ejaculated, his body was more responsive to the physical contact, which meant his feet were now twice more ticklish. His cock tilted to one side and the other, screaming for a real attention. Nonetheless, the woman never touched it to make the spell work successfully.
Sometime later the claws sped up the scratching. His deep, manic guffaws shattered the silence of the dungeon, echoing round the stoned walls while those diabolic claws continued raking up and down his massive soles at once, periodically brushing the gaps between the toes.
After a few minutes, Tom came a second time and the claws again lighten the tickling. He was sure that he was going to die, but strangely, when they relented the tickling pace and his breath returned to normal, he was again fully alert and energetic as usual.
Before nightfall, the woman announced:
-Lord has made a banquet. Your laughter echoed through all the walls of the castle and we don’t want the guests get worry.
The thick, dark smoke crawled over Tom and started mummifying his big body from his head down, leaving a hole around his crotch where his rampant cock and jiggling balls sprouted up luxuriantly amid lush pubic hair. At the other end his bare huge feet remained exposed and at the claws’ mercy. The smoke also wrapped around his mouth. Tom screamed a muffled NO, until all that could be heard from him was:
-MMMMFFFH!!! MHMHMHMHPHMMHPH!!! MHMPHMMFMFMFMMM…!!!!!!!!
Over and over, Tom was tickled to death, except death never came. He was completely out of himself. He had become a mass of flesh, bones and nerves; no mind, no soul, no memories. Just these excruciating streams of ticklish madness running through his convulsing frame. This fire in his lungs spewed by his open-wide throat in form of uncontrollable laughter. And the urge of ejaculating was permanent. The claws never stopped their hellish task nor for a second… tickling his soles… tickling his soles… tickling his soles undyingly. The cocoon of his body jolted and squirmed riotously like a human earthquake.
Meanwhile the riches were eating and praising the king, not knowing their enemy was their host. Outside in the wood, the friends of Tom and his lovely wife were in search of him, but the only found on the ground were his malodorous shoes.
Inside the dungeon of Lord’s castle, the good Tom ejaculated and ejaculated amidst gusts of inhuman laughter.
