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HELLO! This is a special story from my book, The Adventures Of Jenni The Clown 4! You can find the complete collection as well as all of my other books at https://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?contributorId=1670178 !!!
“He’s afraid of what???” Jenni had a momentary lapse in professionalism, raising her voice as she sat on the couch in her living room, barely able to register what she had just heard on the other end of the phone.
Jenni had just received a call from a colleague of hers. A former classmate, Kendra Roeper. Kendra was a practicing psychologist, just like Jenni, except that Kendra was much more… traditional… in her methods. Jenni had a bit of a reputation in her field for being unorthodox with her treatments. Jenni’s use of non-disclosure agreements with her patients prevented them from letting the world know about her penchant for involving tickle torture in many of her various therapy sessions. Therefore, Kendra had no idea how Jenni had become so popular among her patients, particularly the male ones.
At this point in her professional career, Jenni had dealt with many different bizarre issues expressed by patients. Some had re-occurring nightmares. Some had deep seeded insecurity issues. Some had odd physiological response mechanisms. One, in particular, had even claimed to be incapable of laughing. But what Kendra had just laid on her seemed to go against not just her preconceptions of the human mind, but also basic biology and human nature. She could barely process it.
Kendra was calling for advice on a new patient of hers. There had been three sessions so far and Kendra was at an utter loss on how to handle the problem. Jenni had only just asked what the dilemma was. The patient’s name was Richard Minnel. Richard had a phobia. A very intense fear. One that was having a profound negative effect on his life.
“I’m sorry for the blunt response.” Jenni composed herself. “I just… how is that even possible?”
“I don’t know, Jen.” Kendra sounded weary, like she had wracked her brain for several straight days. “He’s not comfortable talking about it. I asked him if he would want to be referred to a male doctor, but he didn’t seem to think that it would make things any easier.”
“When was his last physical? Are there any practical issues with...” Jenni wasn’t sure how to finish the question.
“That was my first thought, but no.” Kendra admitted. “I’ve been over his medical charts repeatedly. He’s as healthy as a 19 year old could be.” There was a brief, uneasy silence. “Would you see him for a session?”
“Me?” Jenni was puzzled. “I mean… I would be willing to talk to him, yeah. But in only one session… I don’t know if anything would make any difference.”
“Just try, Jen. I don’t know how you are so successful with your patients. But maybe your… unique approach… will help solve this puzzle.”
“Okay.” Jenni conceded. Email me the information you have and I’ll see what I can do.” The two said their goodbyes and Jenni put down her phone. She stared off, deep in thought. She needed a plan. Some surefire way to cure Richard of his fear.
His fear of ejaculation.
Jenni had a few more minutes before Richard would be knocking on her door. It had been four days since her initial conversation with Kendra. She had spent much of the last half a week researching spermatophobia, coitophobia, and other related fears. From the file that Kendra had sent her on Richard, she had discovered that the older teen tended to go to great lengths to avoid arousal in general.
This wasn’t right. She had to help him somehow. But first, she needed some answers.
The knock at the door was stylized. Two straight knocks, a moment of quiet, and three more. Jenni was quick to answer it. She opened the door to get her first look at Richard. He was a little on the chubby side. Jenni sized him up at about 6 feet. Maybe 220… 225 pounds. Not bad looking whatsoever. In fact, she was a little more drawn to his brown eyes than she would ever admit. He had the beginnings of a Buddha belly, but he wasn’t full blown Kevin James or anything. He was clean shaven, giving him an even more youthful appearance.
“Richard, I’m Jenni.” She introduced herself. “Come on in.” She gestured with a slight flourish and stepped back so he could enter.
“Thanks.” He was kind but his demeanor was rather melancholy. Jenni figured she would be sad too if she hadn’t had an orgasm in however long. She offered him a seat on the couch and took her usual spot in her recliner with her trusty pen and notepad. She was dressed casually. Tight purple leggings and a matching long sleeve panel surplice top with ties. She was intentionally showing a bit of cleavage and her make-up was impeccable. When she plopped down somewhat informally, her chest jiggled in the confines of a bra that you could almost hear screaming for mercy. She caught him staring for a second. “Sorry.” He apologized. “It’s just that… you’re not what I expected.”
“I hope you didn’t expect a Freud goatee or anything.” Jenni joked. “In all seriousness, I don’t believe in dressing like I’m off to court. I like to feel relaxed. And I want you to feel relaxed too. So tell me, what’s on your mind?”
“I assume Dr. Roeper told you what’s going on.” He was clearly uncomfortable opening up to Jenni, which was to be expected of course. Such a personal issue would be near impossible to talk about with someone you had just met. Jenni knew that. Still, it was important to get him to say certain things. To admit that he had a problem that needed fixed. It had to come from his lips.
“I do. But I would rather hear it from you.” Jenni told him. “If all I needed to go on was what she already told me, you wouldn’t need to be here.” She saw the reluctance was strong in him. “How about a shot to loosen you up?” She suggested.
“I’m not 21.”
“That’s okay. I am. And you’re in my home. Not enough to get you drunk. Just a quick shot to mellow you out.”
“Um… okay, I guess.” He agreed. Jenni got up and walked into the kitchen. It was no time at all before she returned with a small glass of brown liquor. She handed it to him and sat back down. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing when she saw his expression upon smelling the liquid.
“What is this?” He asked.
“Jameson.” She replied. “Tilt your head back just a little bit. Pinch your nose if you have to, and swallow it in one gulp.”
Richard slowly did as he was told. He paused… and took the shot. He got it all down, but then immediately gave out a couple of coughs. Once again, Jenni found it hard not to laugh, but she was able to nonetheless.
“Whew...” Richard collected himself, feeling just a tad lightheaded. His chest burned a bit, but otherwise, he felt pretty good.
“Take your time.” She exhibited patience. “And please understand that I have no interest in judging you or criticizing you. It’s my job to help, not make you feel bad. Tell me about the problem.”
“It’s so easy… at least it should be.” He began. “Just about every friend of mine has lost their virginity in the last few years. Hell… two of them were still in middle school. Not me, though.” He looked as though he were trying to explain and wasn’t immediately finding the right words.
“Do you want to lose your virginity?” Jenni asked.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Well, it’s my understanding that the problem is a bit more serious than that.” She was pushing him, but not too hard.
“I’m just scared of it.” He said.
“Scared of what?”
“Scared of…” Jenni admired his courage as he struggled as if he suddenly had developed a severe stammer. “Cumming, okay. I’m scared of cumming.” His face was bright red.
“Birds.” Jenni said simply. Richard looked over to her, baffled.
“What about them?”
“I’m afraid of them.” Jenni said. “There really isn’t much that scares me, but I am afraid of birds. When I was Eight, there was a two month period where I had to walk home from school. I passed by a Marathon gas station every weekday afternoon. One day, there was a robin perched atop one of the pumps. I think he was crazed or something. Anyway, I didn’t see him at first, and I guess I got too close to him because he flew at me, clawing at my head and screeching. It scared the Hell out of me. I ran half a block down with backpack in tow before he flew off and left me alone. I refused to walk by that gas station again for almost seven months after that. My point is that fear and phobias are subjective. Something utterly normal to one person might inspire terror in someone else. You shouldn’t be ashamed of fear. It exists to be overcome. Having said that, I am almost 100% certain that your fear is linked in some kind of trauma. So that’s what we need to figure out. Until we get to the bottom of that, nothing will help you.”
Richard was starting to feel a bit breezier than he had initially. The strong drink coupled with Jenni’s seemingly genuine sympathy had lifted a weight off of him. He was feeling more and more willing to open up to her.
“Okay. Okay. Let’s talk.” He nodded after a long exhale.
“When was the last time you had an orgasm?”
“I haven’t.” He said with utter conviction. Jenni looked up from her notepad.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound mean or anything. I’m just truly curious. How do you do it? I mean, how have you never experienced orgasm at your age? You don’t even masturbate? Aren’t you ever even tempted?”
“Cold showers mostly. Sometimes if it gets real bad, I’ll just smoke a couple bowls until I go numb. If I’m out and about or something, I just focus on something else. It’s like a mosquito bite. Ignore it long enough and it goes away.”
“So when you get aroused, does it scare you?” She leaned forward a bit, keenly interested.
“Only if I can’t get rid of it right away.” He clarified.
“And by it, you mean an erection?” She noticed him shift uncomfortably when she said the last word.
“Y-yes.” He stammered again. Jenni noticed as he crossed his legs.
“Do you have an erection right now?” She asked calmly. He was reluctant to answer. She decided to change the line of questioning. “What do you think brought on this fear? When did it first strike you?”
“I can’t. You’ll think it’s stupid. Childish.”
“Remember what I said, Richard. We need to get to the heart of the issue. What happened to you?”
“It’s nothing that happened to me, really. It was something I was told.”
“Something you were told? Now we’re getting somewhere.” Jenni started writing. “What were you told?”
“I was Eleven.” Richard started. He was looking to the left, as if not being comfortable enough to look Jenni in the eye while divulging such a personal and traumatic memory. That was fine to her. As long as he talked, he could look at whatever he wanted. “An age where I was getting fed up with still having a babysitter.” He continued. Her name was Natalie. She was in 17, I think, and definitely what you would call a brat. She would spend most of the time she was supposed to be watching me on her phone. She caught me one night with my pants down at the computer. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t know what to do.”
“What happened?” Jenni listened intently.
“She made me pull up my pants and told me that I was lucky.”
“I don’t understand. Lucky?”
“Lucky that she had found me before I had finished. She said that if my first time wasn’t with the person I marry, something would come after me. Some kind of monster.”
“But you realize that’s not true, right?”
“Well, yeah, I know that… it just… it started me on this spiral. When she came over after that, she would make fun of me. If I had to go to the bathroom or anything, she would warn me not to touch myself or the monster would get me. Then… one night… she said that she would.”
“She would what?”
“That she would come and get me. That if she caught me with a boner, she would tickle me to death. I was still young enough to think that such a thing was possible. I started becoming ashamed of it. Then, as I continued through puberty, I started to actually fear it. I would spend time alone in my room, intentionally thinking about beautiful women or whatnot. Looking at magazines and websites, just so that I could train myself to will it away once it got hard. I haven’t seen her in almost five years, but I can’t get past those nights with her.
“I see.” Jenni would never in a million years let on how turned on she was at that moment. This young man was scared to orgasm because he equated it with being tickle tortured as a consequence.
“You mind if I have another drink?” He asked, clearly flustered by the conversation.
“Sure.” She got up and reached her hand out in an unspoken request for his glass. Once he had handed it to her, she left the room once again to venture into the kitchen. It took her a minute or so longer than before to pour the shot, but when she came back out and handed him the glass, he slammed it more easily than he had earlier, though he still had to cough once or twice. “It’s good, isn’t it?” She smiled as she sat back down.
“I uh...” He trailed off. The room was spinning. “I think I might be a lightweight...” He slumped over, quickly losing consciousness as Jenni watched. He was passed out completely within 30 seconds.
“No. You’re not.” She set her notepad down with a dark smile. “I just have a new favorite sedative for just such an occasion...”
She was supposed to help him. And she had a good idea of how to. But she was gonna do it her way.
“The most important thing is to remain calm...” Jenni’s voice traveled through Richard’s ears as he slowly came back down to Earth. As his eyes adjusted, he found himself struggling against padded, leather straps which held his wrists outward in a crucifixion pose and his ankles out a couple of feet to either side, propping his legs apart in a manner similar to a woman in her gynecologist’s office. He was naked and exposed in some kind of dentist’s chair. He figured he must be in a basement due to the look of the room. The concrete floor was a dead giveaway. As was the drain in the middle of the floor. There was a collection of feathers on display on the wall to his left, and a counter area with a built in sink to his right.
“How are ya feelin’, Ricky?” It sounded like Jenni, but her voice was a couple of octaves higher than before. It was more upbeat… more playful…
“Jenni, let me go right the fuck now!” He fought hard, trying to wrestle his wrists and ankles free. “I’ll fucking sue you, I swear to God!”
“Such a mouth on you all of a sudden.” He heard her again, this time realizing that she was standing behind him, out of his line of sight. “And you’ll do no such thing. The NDA I sent you and that you E-signed before our session stated that I could use whatever treatment to cure you of your affliction, no matter how radical the treatment might be. So no, you’re here and you’re not leaving till...” She paused.
“Till what?” He shouted. That’s when she walked around and came into his view. Richard gasped. She was painted up like a clown, complete with white base, pink circles on her cheeks, and a red nose only slightly brighter than her lipstick. She wore a combination of soft pink and blue eye-shadows that complimented each other better than they should have. She wore a skintight, purple and hot pink jester outfit that was intentionally slit a bit down the collar to allow for a considerable amount of cleavage to show. Her purple stilettos added an extra two inches to her height. Finally, her dark brown hair was up in pigtails.
“Till I’m satisfied that you are on the road to recovery.” She told him. “I believe the key to fighting any fear is just to face it head on, if you get my drift. Before we are through, you will get hard, you will get hot, and at the end, you will have your first orgasm.”
“This isn’t what I want!” Richard grunted angrily.
“Too bad, Kiddo. It’s what the doctor orders.” Jenni offered a saucy wink.
“I can fight it.” He told her assuredly.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll try.” She giggled. “But I’ll get to you. I’ll get inside your head. I’ll talk to you, tease you, break down your walls… and soon, you’ll be stiff as a board.” The confident clown pulled up a metal folding chair and sat backwards in it, facing Richard as she pulled her phone out of her cleavage. She opened an app on her phone and started to read in a somewhat sensuous, saccharine voice. “Let’s see… here we go...” She found a page online and began to read out loud. “An erection is the stiffening and rising of the penis which occurs during sexual arousal...”
“What is this?”
“I’m just explaining what’s about to happen to you.” She said sweetly before going back to reading. This was Psychology 101. Jenni had read once that being taught about sex in a matter of fact way could actually inspire arousal in young men. Often, male teens would get their first wet dreams after reading about the act of sex for the first time. Even just reading about things that can be done to a penis could make a healthy enough young man hard as granite. “Once a penis is at full erection, the testicles may pull in tight. Many things can cause arousal in a typical male. Even something as simple as the sight of a woman’s breasts.” She saw him screw his eyes shut and his penis twitched slightly. She smirked, knowing she had found a way in. She continued reading. “Mammary intercourse is a sex act that involves the stimulation of the male penis by the female’s breasts.” He was having a hard time controlling himself. Jenni could see sweat forming on his brow as she read to him. “Mammary intercourse involves the male placing his erect penis in the woman’s cleavage, then starting to rub or thrust between her breasts, while the breasts are squeezed around the penis, creating a tight area for stimulation.” His penis was starting to bob upward already as she spoke. “In addition, the woman may move her breasts up and down against the penis for additional stimulation.”
“Stop this!” He grunted again. He was struggling to regain control, but he was almost at half mast already. Time to move in for the kill, Jenni decided. She stood up, putting her phone down on the chair, and walked up to him, kneeling down in front of him, between his parted legs, and pressed her abundant chest against his groin. She stared at him with happy eyes and breathed in and out, letting him feel her warm, soft chest expanding and detracting against his penis. He was rock hard within seconds.
“See, now that didn’t take very long at all.” She teased him. “You better understand something: I’m a shrink. Your psyche is my playground. If I want your mind to cause your body to react, it’s gonna happen. I can make you hard. I can get you.” She kinda sang the last four words. He gasped in a combination of pleasure and terror before screwing his eyes shut again.
“I can make it go away.” He said.
“Such a fighter.” She smiled. “Once again, you’re welcome to try. Here, I’ll even pull my boobs back.” She scooted a few inches backward and watched his cock. He started mumbling quietly to himself. Jenni assumed he was trying to, as Homer Simpson would put it, think un-sexy thoughts. To her astonishment, his boner did start to go down. Time for Plan B.
“Unh!” He gasped quietly as he felt Jenni’s long, gloved fingers softly creep up his sides.
“What was it that your babysitter threatened to do to you?” Jenni asked him was a little bit of an accusing tone. “What would happen if you got hard in front of her?” The clown’s fingertips poked at a soft spot on either side of his belly and gently flicked about. Was she gonna… tickle you?”
“Stop that.” He warned.
“Or what?” She replied pleasantly. He was starting to stiffen again, despite himself. “You don’t have an issue with… tickling… do you?” Her hands drifted delicately up and down his sides. “You better not get hard, Ricky. You wouldn’t want me to have to tickle you.” Her threat seemed to arouse him further, and soon, she was looking at one of the most turgid erections she had ever seen. “Uh oh…” She watched his cheeks become the color or fresh roses. “You know what I think, Ricky? I think that I have found your weak spot. I think that in the years since your babysitter threatened you, your subconscious has linked tickling with sexual arousal. It’s a classic fetish origin. If I tickle you, you will not be able to control yourself. Especially if I tickle you real softly… real gently… the tender touch of a lover… exposing your ticklish spots one… by one… by one...”
Jenni would have had a hard time locating a deeper shade of red than the current color of Richard’s face. Or, for that matter, a rock in the sea that was harder than his manhood was.
“So, what do you say, baby?” Her voice was like honey in his ears as she nearly whispered. “How about a little tickle time?” His penis twitched again. Jenni smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She rose to her feet slowly and took a step back. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to tickle you. It doesn’t really matter if you laugh or not. I’m gonna get you everywhere… every inch of you… regardless. We’ll just start at the bottom and work our way up, okay, Ricky?”
“Jenni, I can’t do this.” He tried to convince her. He was scared of her… not because she wanted to hurt him, but because she wanted to pleasure him, and he didn’t know if he could fight it.
“You don’t have a choice.” She reminded him. “The Tickle-meister is here.” She brought her hands out to the side, reaching them forward to touch the bottoms of his feet. As she softly wriggled her fingertips against his heels, he tried to breathe normally. Like most guys, his heels were a little calloused, and not terribly sensitive. As her fingertips started moving up, though, Jenni found that the skin on his arches was a more susceptible to her touch. Richard looked uncomfortable as she touched there with curious fingers.
“Is that ticklish?” She asked. The question was put to him more to tease him than to elicit a response. He knew that. When she stroked up and down his insteps though, she got her first involuntary giggle. “Well, THAT obviously is.” She laughed. Her laugh wasn’t mocking, though. It was disarmingly friendly, more like a playful sister than anything else. She continued stroking there, just with the pads of her index fingers. It was a massaging motion, but with hardly any actual pressure. He was writhing in his seat a little as he chuckled quietly.
“Hehehehe...”
“Well, it’s not a gold mine or anything, but I don’t mind.” Jenni told him. “It’s just nice to see you smile. Besides, I’m sure that, eventually, we’ll find spots on you that are a bit more… let’s say hazardous. Your whole body is accessible to me, Ricky. And like I said, I’m gonna search everywhere.” She could sense his nervousness coming off of him like heat of of one’s genitals. It was like an animal instinct. She could pick up on with extraordinary ease. “How about these plump little toesies?” She brushed the pads of his toes. Her satin opera gloves were devastatingly soft against naked skin. He snickered at the first pass over his toes. She brushed his toes a couple more time before gently piggying the middle toe on his left foot. When she did that, he jerked his foot, as if trying to pull it away. She gave him a knowing smirk. “Ticklish boy.” She teased.
“Having fun?” He asked sarcastically.
“Always.” Her fingers trailed up over the toes and up the bridges of his feet towards his shins. She saw goosebumps on his calves as she ran her fingertips over them. Once she had gone past his shins, her fingers wandered around and under to tease behind the knees. Both legs jerked as he tried to close off the area.
“No!” He gasped.
“Houston, we will have giggles in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1...” Jenni wiggled her trapped fingertips and he responded accordingly.
“Hehehehehehe hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”
“Let’s not neglect these little happy spots up here.” Jenni pulled her fingers loose and circled his kneecaps. They weren’t as ticklish, though.
“That’s itchy.” Richard told her. She didn’t want him to start losing his boner, so it was time to move on. And she wanted to mess with his head a bit.
“Well, upwards is onwards.” She positioned her hands like tarantulas and started to VERY slowly creep her fingers up his inner thighs.
“Hey, now.” He looked scared again. “What are you doing?”
“Like I said, Ricky.” Her smile was genuine. “I’m gonna get everywhere. Did you think I would leave him alone?”
“Oh, come on!” He renewed his struggling in the chair while she giggled at his attempts.
“You’re not going anywhere...” She taunted musically. Her hands were almost halfway up his inner thighs. His giggling was more nervous than mirthful now. “Here I come...” Those ridiculously tickly fingers were only inches away from his bobbing member.
“Jenni… I’ll… Hehehehe… I’ll do… Hehehehehehe… anything...”
“Not anything. A very specific thing.” She replied. “Almost there...”
“JENNI!”
Just as her hands were about to touch Richard’s cock, they splayed out to the side and wiggled gently into his hips.
“Psyche!” She cheered and he laughed as her fingertips tickled him. “I had you going for a minute there. “I’ll leave him alone for now, but I will get him before the night is through. For the time being, I’m interested in this belly of yours. I have nothing against a round tummy, ya know. The way I see it, it’s just more to tickle.”
“Greeaat...” Richard’s sarcasm was not lost on Jenni. The clown brought her fingertips to his belly and began her search for “ripples”, as she called them. Ripples were spots on either the breasts, stomach, or bottom, that would cause a twitch or jump in the skin when touched. A ripple was a weak spot. One that was too ticklish to withstand the slightest touch. If you were a true tickler, you would find the ripples in your subject first, and then exploit them afterward. She found one near the right side of his bellybutton, another close to his left side, under the rib, and there were a few on his lower tummy, near his pantline. Each time one of these spots was caressed, his stomach would tense and he would let out a brief, quiet giggle.
“Talk about having butterflies in your stomach.” She continued to tease the ripples with the softest grazes and pats. This kept him hard and kept him giggling. “Tickle tickle here? Over here? How about a tickle tickle down here?” Her taunts were saucy and sensual. She was dragging this out, and with good reason. She knew that the longer she could keep him aroused, the more he would eventually shed his fears and welcome the pleasure. She gave his bellybutton a poke and a wiggle, causing him to snort out a slightly louder laugh. The reaction entertained the clown and she poked the button a couple more times in order to make him repeat it. She had to be careful when tickling his tummy. A couple of times, she came close to touching his erection, and had to find some way to reach around it. She was blown away by how long she had been able to keep him at full arousal without actually touching it. She reminded herself of how young he was and that he had never actually experienced orgasm. He probably walked around 70% of the day with a hard on.
Richard had given up hope about getting free. He knew he couldn’t escape from the chair. He had resigned himself to at least that. But he couldn’t let her continue this. He didn’t think that she would stop or untie him as a result of any verbal begging or pleading. He thought about just ignoring her or attempting to preoccupy his mind with something else. The latter hadn’t worked earlier when she had aroused him with her ribald reading. Maybe the key to fighting her was to fight the tickling itself. Maybe in refusing to laugh or jerk at her touch, he could also regain control of his libido. It was worth a try. He clamped his mouth shut, gritting his teeth.
“What’s this about, Ricky?” Jenni noticed that his giggling had ceased. “Don’t feel like laughing anymore?”
Richard grunted and shook his head no.
“Well, that’s fine, I suppose.” She shrugged. “Like I said in the beginning, it doesn’t really matter if you laugh or not. I’m just gonna keep tickling.” Her hands wandered over to his ribs. She set her palms on his ribs and rested her thumbs so that they were pointing upwards towards his armpits. Then she started to rub her palms against the ribs in a soft, circular motion.
COME ON!, Richard thought to himself. No way that just having his ribs rubbed could tickle this much! He scrunched his eyes shut and stared muttering quietly to himself through grinding teeth.
“Ticklish...” He heard her whisper.
“No.”
“Ticklish...”
“It’s not.”
“Ticklish...”
She left his ribs and moved her hands up, just a little, poking her thumbs under his arms, and softly scratching them.
“No!”
“Ticklish… ticklish… ticklish...” The terrible word echoed through his brain, slowly taking him over. She pressed her thumbs in a little more and rubbed, making him yank on his bonds. It was just too much.
“It’s fine.” He tried to convince himself. “It’s...”
“Ticklish...”
“Stop saying that!”
“Ticklish...”
The thumbs poked again and rubbed in a circle. Poke… rub… poke… rub…
“Ticklish...”
“Hehehehehe...”
“Tick-a-lish...”
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...”
“Welcome back, sweetie.” Jenni smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t be gone long.” She continued tickling the centers of his armpits with her satin thumbs. His boner was still throbbing. Compared to his rather pale skin, his penis and testicles were dark red. She reached up to tickle his neck, just to see how cute he looked when he tried to scrunch it. She thought it was adorable. “Now we’re gonna see what you are really made of.” She told him, pulling her hands away.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, I’ve gotten you on your feet… on your belly… I’ve gotten you on your ribs… under your arms… but there are a couple other places that are more… responsive… to an erotic tickle. To put it simply… your intimate places. So get ready, Stiffy McStifferson.” She put her index fingers on his nipples and brushed them back and forth.
“Hahahahahahaha…” Richard would never have guessed that he had ticklish nipples. To make matters worse, it felt wonderful as well. They stiffened under her touch and he had started sweating. His whole chest was flush with excitement.
“You’re shaking, tickleboy.” Jenni taunted him. “You’re so turned on right now, I’m just waiting for sparks to shoot out of your ears.” She giggled at her joke and reached towards the side of the chair, her left hand finding a small crank there. As she turned it, the chair started to expand, pulling Richard’s waist forward. Soon, he was almost completely off the padded seat. Only the back of his butt, near his tailbone, was still seated. “There… now that your undercarriage is unprotected...” She got down on her knees and Richard gasped as he felt her fingers on his butt, swirling about in a lazy dance.
“Hehehehehehehehe...”
“That looks like it’s awfully ticklish...” She dragged her fingers near his crack, before returning to the centers of his butt cheeks. Her nose was mere inches from his genitals now, which were redder than red. His balls were pulled into a perfect sphere. His cock bobbing from both his laughter and pure sexual titillation.
“Too bad you’re so excited.” She said. “Your testicles are so close to your penis, that I can see your entire perineum. Hell, I can even see your asshole. And the number one rule of the tickle monster’s lair is...”
“W-what?”
“If I can see it…
“Y-yes?”
“I can tickle it...” She drew a dainty fingertip from his puckered hole, slowly up to the underside of his balls.
“Oh noohohoohhohooho hahahahahahahahahaha...”
“Tickle tickle...” The clown drew her finger up and down his perineum, winding it back and forth as if she was drawing a snake. “No stopping it now. You’re on the tickle coaster and you’re almost at the top.” His genitals were quivering and pulsating. He had started thrusting his hips involuntarily. She brought all four satin fingertips of each hand to his wobbly scrotum and tickled the sides of both balls.
“HahahahahahahahaHAhahAhHAhAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...”
“It’s gonna happen soon.” She told him. “You’re going to cum for the very first time. And it will be because I tickled you.” She now brushed his balls, including around the seam, with her thumbs, while her pinky fingers pranced along his perineum and hole. “Ticklish… ticklish… ticklish… ticklish...” She leaned forward and planted a loving kiss directly on the underside of his cock, right where it met his balls.
Richard’s world changed at that moment, when he experienced his first orgasm. The semen jetted out of him furiously. The first couple of squirts hit his chest just below his collarbone. As soon as the first throbs began, Jenni grabbed the cock and slid her hands up and down. It was too much for Richard. He screamed as the sheer ecstasy overwhelmed his senses. His body thrashed in the chair so violently that he nearly ripped one of the straps right off.
Jenni laughed with him as he came. She knew that she would forever be the one who cured him. The one who gave him his first orgasm.
The one he would always remember.
She couldn’t think of anything that gave her more pleasure than that.
“He’s afraid of what???” Jenni had a momentary lapse in professionalism, raising her voice as she sat on the couch in her living room, barely able to register what she had just heard on the other end of the phone.
Jenni had just received a call from a colleague of hers. A former classmate, Kendra Roeper. Kendra was a practicing psychologist, just like Jenni, except that Kendra was much more… traditional… in her methods. Jenni had a bit of a reputation in her field for being unorthodox with her treatments. Jenni’s use of non-disclosure agreements with her patients prevented them from letting the world know about her penchant for involving tickle torture in many of her various therapy sessions. Therefore, Kendra had no idea how Jenni had become so popular among her patients, particularly the male ones.
At this point in her professional career, Jenni had dealt with many different bizarre issues expressed by patients. Some had re-occurring nightmares. Some had deep seeded insecurity issues. Some had odd physiological response mechanisms. One, in particular, had even claimed to be incapable of laughing. But what Kendra had just laid on her seemed to go against not just her preconceptions of the human mind, but also basic biology and human nature. She could barely process it.
Kendra was calling for advice on a new patient of hers. There had been three sessions so far and Kendra was at an utter loss on how to handle the problem. Jenni had only just asked what the dilemma was. The patient’s name was Richard Minnel. Richard had a phobia. A very intense fear. One that was having a profound negative effect on his life.
“I’m sorry for the blunt response.” Jenni composed herself. “I just… how is that even possible?”
“I don’t know, Jen.” Kendra sounded weary, like she had wracked her brain for several straight days. “He’s not comfortable talking about it. I asked him if he would want to be referred to a male doctor, but he didn’t seem to think that it would make things any easier.”
“When was his last physical? Are there any practical issues with...” Jenni wasn’t sure how to finish the question.
“That was my first thought, but no.” Kendra admitted. “I’ve been over his medical charts repeatedly. He’s as healthy as a 19 year old could be.” There was a brief, uneasy silence. “Would you see him for a session?”
“Me?” Jenni was puzzled. “I mean… I would be willing to talk to him, yeah. But in only one session… I don’t know if anything would make any difference.”
“Just try, Jen. I don’t know how you are so successful with your patients. But maybe your… unique approach… will help solve this puzzle.”
“Okay.” Jenni conceded. Email me the information you have and I’ll see what I can do.” The two said their goodbyes and Jenni put down her phone. She stared off, deep in thought. She needed a plan. Some surefire way to cure Richard of his fear.
His fear of ejaculation.
Jenni had a few more minutes before Richard would be knocking on her door. It had been four days since her initial conversation with Kendra. She had spent much of the last half a week researching spermatophobia, coitophobia, and other related fears. From the file that Kendra had sent her on Richard, she had discovered that the older teen tended to go to great lengths to avoid arousal in general.
This wasn’t right. She had to help him somehow. But first, she needed some answers.
The knock at the door was stylized. Two straight knocks, a moment of quiet, and three more. Jenni was quick to answer it. She opened the door to get her first look at Richard. He was a little on the chubby side. Jenni sized him up at about 6 feet. Maybe 220… 225 pounds. Not bad looking whatsoever. In fact, she was a little more drawn to his brown eyes than she would ever admit. He had the beginnings of a Buddha belly, but he wasn’t full blown Kevin James or anything. He was clean shaven, giving him an even more youthful appearance.
“Richard, I’m Jenni.” She introduced herself. “Come on in.” She gestured with a slight flourish and stepped back so he could enter.
“Thanks.” He was kind but his demeanor was rather melancholy. Jenni figured she would be sad too if she hadn’t had an orgasm in however long. She offered him a seat on the couch and took her usual spot in her recliner with her trusty pen and notepad. She was dressed casually. Tight purple leggings and a matching long sleeve panel surplice top with ties. She was intentionally showing a bit of cleavage and her make-up was impeccable. When she plopped down somewhat informally, her chest jiggled in the confines of a bra that you could almost hear screaming for mercy. She caught him staring for a second. “Sorry.” He apologized. “It’s just that… you’re not what I expected.”
“I hope you didn’t expect a Freud goatee or anything.” Jenni joked. “In all seriousness, I don’t believe in dressing like I’m off to court. I like to feel relaxed. And I want you to feel relaxed too. So tell me, what’s on your mind?”
“I assume Dr. Roeper told you what’s going on.” He was clearly uncomfortable opening up to Jenni, which was to be expected of course. Such a personal issue would be near impossible to talk about with someone you had just met. Jenni knew that. Still, it was important to get him to say certain things. To admit that he had a problem that needed fixed. It had to come from his lips.
“I do. But I would rather hear it from you.” Jenni told him. “If all I needed to go on was what she already told me, you wouldn’t need to be here.” She saw the reluctance was strong in him. “How about a shot to loosen you up?” She suggested.
“I’m not 21.”
“That’s okay. I am. And you’re in my home. Not enough to get you drunk. Just a quick shot to mellow you out.”
“Um… okay, I guess.” He agreed. Jenni got up and walked into the kitchen. It was no time at all before she returned with a small glass of brown liquor. She handed it to him and sat back down. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing when she saw his expression upon smelling the liquid.
“What is this?” He asked.
“Jameson.” She replied. “Tilt your head back just a little bit. Pinch your nose if you have to, and swallow it in one gulp.”
Richard slowly did as he was told. He paused… and took the shot. He got it all down, but then immediately gave out a couple of coughs. Once again, Jenni found it hard not to laugh, but she was able to nonetheless.
“Whew...” Richard collected himself, feeling just a tad lightheaded. His chest burned a bit, but otherwise, he felt pretty good.
“Take your time.” She exhibited patience. “And please understand that I have no interest in judging you or criticizing you. It’s my job to help, not make you feel bad. Tell me about the problem.”
“It’s so easy… at least it should be.” He began. “Just about every friend of mine has lost their virginity in the last few years. Hell… two of them were still in middle school. Not me, though.” He looked as though he were trying to explain and wasn’t immediately finding the right words.
“Do you want to lose your virginity?” Jenni asked.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Well, it’s my understanding that the problem is a bit more serious than that.” She was pushing him, but not too hard.
“I’m just scared of it.” He said.
“Scared of what?”
“Scared of…” Jenni admired his courage as he struggled as if he suddenly had developed a severe stammer. “Cumming, okay. I’m scared of cumming.” His face was bright red.
“Birds.” Jenni said simply. Richard looked over to her, baffled.
“What about them?”
“I’m afraid of them.” Jenni said. “There really isn’t much that scares me, but I am afraid of birds. When I was Eight, there was a two month period where I had to walk home from school. I passed by a Marathon gas station every weekday afternoon. One day, there was a robin perched atop one of the pumps. I think he was crazed or something. Anyway, I didn’t see him at first, and I guess I got too close to him because he flew at me, clawing at my head and screeching. It scared the Hell out of me. I ran half a block down with backpack in tow before he flew off and left me alone. I refused to walk by that gas station again for almost seven months after that. My point is that fear and phobias are subjective. Something utterly normal to one person might inspire terror in someone else. You shouldn’t be ashamed of fear. It exists to be overcome. Having said that, I am almost 100% certain that your fear is linked in some kind of trauma. So that’s what we need to figure out. Until we get to the bottom of that, nothing will help you.”
Richard was starting to feel a bit breezier than he had initially. The strong drink coupled with Jenni’s seemingly genuine sympathy had lifted a weight off of him. He was feeling more and more willing to open up to her.
“Okay. Okay. Let’s talk.” He nodded after a long exhale.
“When was the last time you had an orgasm?”
“I haven’t.” He said with utter conviction. Jenni looked up from her notepad.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound mean or anything. I’m just truly curious. How do you do it? I mean, how have you never experienced orgasm at your age? You don’t even masturbate? Aren’t you ever even tempted?”
“Cold showers mostly. Sometimes if it gets real bad, I’ll just smoke a couple bowls until I go numb. If I’m out and about or something, I just focus on something else. It’s like a mosquito bite. Ignore it long enough and it goes away.”
“So when you get aroused, does it scare you?” She leaned forward a bit, keenly interested.
“Only if I can’t get rid of it right away.” He clarified.
“And by it, you mean an erection?” She noticed him shift uncomfortably when she said the last word.
“Y-yes.” He stammered again. Jenni noticed as he crossed his legs.
“Do you have an erection right now?” She asked calmly. He was reluctant to answer. She decided to change the line of questioning. “What do you think brought on this fear? When did it first strike you?”
“I can’t. You’ll think it’s stupid. Childish.”
“Remember what I said, Richard. We need to get to the heart of the issue. What happened to you?”
“It’s nothing that happened to me, really. It was something I was told.”
“Something you were told? Now we’re getting somewhere.” Jenni started writing. “What were you told?”
“I was Eleven.” Richard started. He was looking to the left, as if not being comfortable enough to look Jenni in the eye while divulging such a personal and traumatic memory. That was fine to her. As long as he talked, he could look at whatever he wanted. “An age where I was getting fed up with still having a babysitter.” He continued. Her name was Natalie. She was in 17, I think, and definitely what you would call a brat. She would spend most of the time she was supposed to be watching me on her phone. She caught me one night with my pants down at the computer. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t know what to do.”
“What happened?” Jenni listened intently.
“She made me pull up my pants and told me that I was lucky.”
“I don’t understand. Lucky?”
“Lucky that she had found me before I had finished. She said that if my first time wasn’t with the person I marry, something would come after me. Some kind of monster.”
“But you realize that’s not true, right?”
“Well, yeah, I know that… it just… it started me on this spiral. When she came over after that, she would make fun of me. If I had to go to the bathroom or anything, she would warn me not to touch myself or the monster would get me. Then… one night… she said that she would.”
“She would what?”
“That she would come and get me. That if she caught me with a boner, she would tickle me to death. I was still young enough to think that such a thing was possible. I started becoming ashamed of it. Then, as I continued through puberty, I started to actually fear it. I would spend time alone in my room, intentionally thinking about beautiful women or whatnot. Looking at magazines and websites, just so that I could train myself to will it away once it got hard. I haven’t seen her in almost five years, but I can’t get past those nights with her.
“I see.” Jenni would never in a million years let on how turned on she was at that moment. This young man was scared to orgasm because he equated it with being tickle tortured as a consequence.
“You mind if I have another drink?” He asked, clearly flustered by the conversation.
“Sure.” She got up and reached her hand out in an unspoken request for his glass. Once he had handed it to her, she left the room once again to venture into the kitchen. It took her a minute or so longer than before to pour the shot, but when she came back out and handed him the glass, he slammed it more easily than he had earlier, though he still had to cough once or twice. “It’s good, isn’t it?” She smiled as she sat back down.
“I uh...” He trailed off. The room was spinning. “I think I might be a lightweight...” He slumped over, quickly losing consciousness as Jenni watched. He was passed out completely within 30 seconds.
“No. You’re not.” She set her notepad down with a dark smile. “I just have a new favorite sedative for just such an occasion...”
She was supposed to help him. And she had a good idea of how to. But she was gonna do it her way.
“The most important thing is to remain calm...” Jenni’s voice traveled through Richard’s ears as he slowly came back down to Earth. As his eyes adjusted, he found himself struggling against padded, leather straps which held his wrists outward in a crucifixion pose and his ankles out a couple of feet to either side, propping his legs apart in a manner similar to a woman in her gynecologist’s office. He was naked and exposed in some kind of dentist’s chair. He figured he must be in a basement due to the look of the room. The concrete floor was a dead giveaway. As was the drain in the middle of the floor. There was a collection of feathers on display on the wall to his left, and a counter area with a built in sink to his right.
“How are ya feelin’, Ricky?” It sounded like Jenni, but her voice was a couple of octaves higher than before. It was more upbeat… more playful…
“Jenni, let me go right the fuck now!” He fought hard, trying to wrestle his wrists and ankles free. “I’ll fucking sue you, I swear to God!”
“Such a mouth on you all of a sudden.” He heard her again, this time realizing that she was standing behind him, out of his line of sight. “And you’ll do no such thing. The NDA I sent you and that you E-signed before our session stated that I could use whatever treatment to cure you of your affliction, no matter how radical the treatment might be. So no, you’re here and you’re not leaving till...” She paused.
“Till what?” He shouted. That’s when she walked around and came into his view. Richard gasped. She was painted up like a clown, complete with white base, pink circles on her cheeks, and a red nose only slightly brighter than her lipstick. She wore a combination of soft pink and blue eye-shadows that complimented each other better than they should have. She wore a skintight, purple and hot pink jester outfit that was intentionally slit a bit down the collar to allow for a considerable amount of cleavage to show. Her purple stilettos added an extra two inches to her height. Finally, her dark brown hair was up in pigtails.
“Till I’m satisfied that you are on the road to recovery.” She told him. “I believe the key to fighting any fear is just to face it head on, if you get my drift. Before we are through, you will get hard, you will get hot, and at the end, you will have your first orgasm.”
“This isn’t what I want!” Richard grunted angrily.
“Too bad, Kiddo. It’s what the doctor orders.” Jenni offered a saucy wink.
“I can fight it.” He told her assuredly.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll try.” She giggled. “But I’ll get to you. I’ll get inside your head. I’ll talk to you, tease you, break down your walls… and soon, you’ll be stiff as a board.” The confident clown pulled up a metal folding chair and sat backwards in it, facing Richard as she pulled her phone out of her cleavage. She opened an app on her phone and started to read in a somewhat sensuous, saccharine voice. “Let’s see… here we go...” She found a page online and began to read out loud. “An erection is the stiffening and rising of the penis which occurs during sexual arousal...”
“What is this?”
“I’m just explaining what’s about to happen to you.” She said sweetly before going back to reading. This was Psychology 101. Jenni had read once that being taught about sex in a matter of fact way could actually inspire arousal in young men. Often, male teens would get their first wet dreams after reading about the act of sex for the first time. Even just reading about things that can be done to a penis could make a healthy enough young man hard as granite. “Once a penis is at full erection, the testicles may pull in tight. Many things can cause arousal in a typical male. Even something as simple as the sight of a woman’s breasts.” She saw him screw his eyes shut and his penis twitched slightly. She smirked, knowing she had found a way in. She continued reading. “Mammary intercourse is a sex act that involves the stimulation of the male penis by the female’s breasts.” He was having a hard time controlling himself. Jenni could see sweat forming on his brow as she read to him. “Mammary intercourse involves the male placing his erect penis in the woman’s cleavage, then starting to rub or thrust between her breasts, while the breasts are squeezed around the penis, creating a tight area for stimulation.” His penis was starting to bob upward already as she spoke. “In addition, the woman may move her breasts up and down against the penis for additional stimulation.”
“Stop this!” He grunted again. He was struggling to regain control, but he was almost at half mast already. Time to move in for the kill, Jenni decided. She stood up, putting her phone down on the chair, and walked up to him, kneeling down in front of him, between his parted legs, and pressed her abundant chest against his groin. She stared at him with happy eyes and breathed in and out, letting him feel her warm, soft chest expanding and detracting against his penis. He was rock hard within seconds.
“See, now that didn’t take very long at all.” She teased him. “You better understand something: I’m a shrink. Your psyche is my playground. If I want your mind to cause your body to react, it’s gonna happen. I can make you hard. I can get you.” She kinda sang the last four words. He gasped in a combination of pleasure and terror before screwing his eyes shut again.
“I can make it go away.” He said.
“Such a fighter.” She smiled. “Once again, you’re welcome to try. Here, I’ll even pull my boobs back.” She scooted a few inches backward and watched his cock. He started mumbling quietly to himself. Jenni assumed he was trying to, as Homer Simpson would put it, think un-sexy thoughts. To her astonishment, his boner did start to go down. Time for Plan B.
“Unh!” He gasped quietly as he felt Jenni’s long, gloved fingers softly creep up his sides.
“What was it that your babysitter threatened to do to you?” Jenni asked him was a little bit of an accusing tone. “What would happen if you got hard in front of her?” The clown’s fingertips poked at a soft spot on either side of his belly and gently flicked about. Was she gonna… tickle you?”
“Stop that.” He warned.
“Or what?” She replied pleasantly. He was starting to stiffen again, despite himself. “You don’t have an issue with… tickling… do you?” Her hands drifted delicately up and down his sides. “You better not get hard, Ricky. You wouldn’t want me to have to tickle you.” Her threat seemed to arouse him further, and soon, she was looking at one of the most turgid erections she had ever seen. “Uh oh…” She watched his cheeks become the color or fresh roses. “You know what I think, Ricky? I think that I have found your weak spot. I think that in the years since your babysitter threatened you, your subconscious has linked tickling with sexual arousal. It’s a classic fetish origin. If I tickle you, you will not be able to control yourself. Especially if I tickle you real softly… real gently… the tender touch of a lover… exposing your ticklish spots one… by one… by one...”
Jenni would have had a hard time locating a deeper shade of red than the current color of Richard’s face. Or, for that matter, a rock in the sea that was harder than his manhood was.
“So, what do you say, baby?” Her voice was like honey in his ears as she nearly whispered. “How about a little tickle time?” His penis twitched again. Jenni smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She rose to her feet slowly and took a step back. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to tickle you. It doesn’t really matter if you laugh or not. I’m gonna get you everywhere… every inch of you… regardless. We’ll just start at the bottom and work our way up, okay, Ricky?”
“Jenni, I can’t do this.” He tried to convince her. He was scared of her… not because she wanted to hurt him, but because she wanted to pleasure him, and he didn’t know if he could fight it.
“You don’t have a choice.” She reminded him. “The Tickle-meister is here.” She brought her hands out to the side, reaching them forward to touch the bottoms of his feet. As she softly wriggled her fingertips against his heels, he tried to breathe normally. Like most guys, his heels were a little calloused, and not terribly sensitive. As her fingertips started moving up, though, Jenni found that the skin on his arches was a more susceptible to her touch. Richard looked uncomfortable as she touched there with curious fingers.
“Is that ticklish?” She asked. The question was put to him more to tease him than to elicit a response. He knew that. When she stroked up and down his insteps though, she got her first involuntary giggle. “Well, THAT obviously is.” She laughed. Her laugh wasn’t mocking, though. It was disarmingly friendly, more like a playful sister than anything else. She continued stroking there, just with the pads of her index fingers. It was a massaging motion, but with hardly any actual pressure. He was writhing in his seat a little as he chuckled quietly.
“Hehehehe...”
“Well, it’s not a gold mine or anything, but I don’t mind.” Jenni told him. “It’s just nice to see you smile. Besides, I’m sure that, eventually, we’ll find spots on you that are a bit more… let’s say hazardous. Your whole body is accessible to me, Ricky. And like I said, I’m gonna search everywhere.” She could sense his nervousness coming off of him like heat of of one’s genitals. It was like an animal instinct. She could pick up on with extraordinary ease. “How about these plump little toesies?” She brushed the pads of his toes. Her satin opera gloves were devastatingly soft against naked skin. He snickered at the first pass over his toes. She brushed his toes a couple more time before gently piggying the middle toe on his left foot. When she did that, he jerked his foot, as if trying to pull it away. She gave him a knowing smirk. “Ticklish boy.” She teased.
“Having fun?” He asked sarcastically.
“Always.” Her fingers trailed up over the toes and up the bridges of his feet towards his shins. She saw goosebumps on his calves as she ran her fingertips over them. Once she had gone past his shins, her fingers wandered around and under to tease behind the knees. Both legs jerked as he tried to close off the area.
“No!” He gasped.
“Houston, we will have giggles in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1...” Jenni wiggled her trapped fingertips and he responded accordingly.
“Hehehehehehe hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”
“Let’s not neglect these little happy spots up here.” Jenni pulled her fingers loose and circled his kneecaps. They weren’t as ticklish, though.
“That’s itchy.” Richard told her. She didn’t want him to start losing his boner, so it was time to move on. And she wanted to mess with his head a bit.
“Well, upwards is onwards.” She positioned her hands like tarantulas and started to VERY slowly creep her fingers up his inner thighs.
“Hey, now.” He looked scared again. “What are you doing?”
“Like I said, Ricky.” Her smile was genuine. “I’m gonna get everywhere. Did you think I would leave him alone?”
“Oh, come on!” He renewed his struggling in the chair while she giggled at his attempts.
“You’re not going anywhere...” She taunted musically. Her hands were almost halfway up his inner thighs. His giggling was more nervous than mirthful now. “Here I come...” Those ridiculously tickly fingers were only inches away from his bobbing member.
“Jenni… I’ll… Hehehehe… I’ll do… Hehehehehehe… anything...”
“Not anything. A very specific thing.” She replied. “Almost there...”
“JENNI!”
Just as her hands were about to touch Richard’s cock, they splayed out to the side and wiggled gently into his hips.
“Psyche!” She cheered and he laughed as her fingertips tickled him. “I had you going for a minute there. “I’ll leave him alone for now, but I will get him before the night is through. For the time being, I’m interested in this belly of yours. I have nothing against a round tummy, ya know. The way I see it, it’s just more to tickle.”
“Greeaat...” Richard’s sarcasm was not lost on Jenni. The clown brought her fingertips to his belly and began her search for “ripples”, as she called them. Ripples were spots on either the breasts, stomach, or bottom, that would cause a twitch or jump in the skin when touched. A ripple was a weak spot. One that was too ticklish to withstand the slightest touch. If you were a true tickler, you would find the ripples in your subject first, and then exploit them afterward. She found one near the right side of his bellybutton, another close to his left side, under the rib, and there were a few on his lower tummy, near his pantline. Each time one of these spots was caressed, his stomach would tense and he would let out a brief, quiet giggle.
“Talk about having butterflies in your stomach.” She continued to tease the ripples with the softest grazes and pats. This kept him hard and kept him giggling. “Tickle tickle here? Over here? How about a tickle tickle down here?” Her taunts were saucy and sensual. She was dragging this out, and with good reason. She knew that the longer she could keep him aroused, the more he would eventually shed his fears and welcome the pleasure. She gave his bellybutton a poke and a wiggle, causing him to snort out a slightly louder laugh. The reaction entertained the clown and she poked the button a couple more times in order to make him repeat it. She had to be careful when tickling his tummy. A couple of times, she came close to touching his erection, and had to find some way to reach around it. She was blown away by how long she had been able to keep him at full arousal without actually touching it. She reminded herself of how young he was and that he had never actually experienced orgasm. He probably walked around 70% of the day with a hard on.
Richard had given up hope about getting free. He knew he couldn’t escape from the chair. He had resigned himself to at least that. But he couldn’t let her continue this. He didn’t think that she would stop or untie him as a result of any verbal begging or pleading. He thought about just ignoring her or attempting to preoccupy his mind with something else. The latter hadn’t worked earlier when she had aroused him with her ribald reading. Maybe the key to fighting her was to fight the tickling itself. Maybe in refusing to laugh or jerk at her touch, he could also regain control of his libido. It was worth a try. He clamped his mouth shut, gritting his teeth.
“What’s this about, Ricky?” Jenni noticed that his giggling had ceased. “Don’t feel like laughing anymore?”
Richard grunted and shook his head no.
“Well, that’s fine, I suppose.” She shrugged. “Like I said in the beginning, it doesn’t really matter if you laugh or not. I’m just gonna keep tickling.” Her hands wandered over to his ribs. She set her palms on his ribs and rested her thumbs so that they were pointing upwards towards his armpits. Then she started to rub her palms against the ribs in a soft, circular motion.
COME ON!, Richard thought to himself. No way that just having his ribs rubbed could tickle this much! He scrunched his eyes shut and stared muttering quietly to himself through grinding teeth.
“Ticklish...” He heard her whisper.
“No.”
“Ticklish...”
“It’s not.”
“Ticklish...”
She left his ribs and moved her hands up, just a little, poking her thumbs under his arms, and softly scratching them.
“No!”
“Ticklish… ticklish… ticklish...” The terrible word echoed through his brain, slowly taking him over. She pressed her thumbs in a little more and rubbed, making him yank on his bonds. It was just too much.
“It’s fine.” He tried to convince himself. “It’s...”
“Ticklish...”
“Stop saying that!”
“Ticklish...”
The thumbs poked again and rubbed in a circle. Poke… rub… poke… rub…
“Ticklish...”
“Hehehehehe...”
“Tick-a-lish...”
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...”
“Welcome back, sweetie.” Jenni smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t be gone long.” She continued tickling the centers of his armpits with her satin thumbs. His boner was still throbbing. Compared to his rather pale skin, his penis and testicles were dark red. She reached up to tickle his neck, just to see how cute he looked when he tried to scrunch it. She thought it was adorable. “Now we’re gonna see what you are really made of.” She told him, pulling her hands away.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, I’ve gotten you on your feet… on your belly… I’ve gotten you on your ribs… under your arms… but there are a couple other places that are more… responsive… to an erotic tickle. To put it simply… your intimate places. So get ready, Stiffy McStifferson.” She put her index fingers on his nipples and brushed them back and forth.
“Hahahahahahaha…” Richard would never have guessed that he had ticklish nipples. To make matters worse, it felt wonderful as well. They stiffened under her touch and he had started sweating. His whole chest was flush with excitement.
“You’re shaking, tickleboy.” Jenni taunted him. “You’re so turned on right now, I’m just waiting for sparks to shoot out of your ears.” She giggled at her joke and reached towards the side of the chair, her left hand finding a small crank there. As she turned it, the chair started to expand, pulling Richard’s waist forward. Soon, he was almost completely off the padded seat. Only the back of his butt, near his tailbone, was still seated. “There… now that your undercarriage is unprotected...” She got down on her knees and Richard gasped as he felt her fingers on his butt, swirling about in a lazy dance.
“Hehehehehehehehe...”
“That looks like it’s awfully ticklish...” She dragged her fingers near his crack, before returning to the centers of his butt cheeks. Her nose was mere inches from his genitals now, which were redder than red. His balls were pulled into a perfect sphere. His cock bobbing from both his laughter and pure sexual titillation.
“Too bad you’re so excited.” She said. “Your testicles are so close to your penis, that I can see your entire perineum. Hell, I can even see your asshole. And the number one rule of the tickle monster’s lair is...”
“W-what?”
“If I can see it…
“Y-yes?”
“I can tickle it...” She drew a dainty fingertip from his puckered hole, slowly up to the underside of his balls.
“Oh noohohoohhohooho hahahahahahahahahaha...”
“Tickle tickle...” The clown drew her finger up and down his perineum, winding it back and forth as if she was drawing a snake. “No stopping it now. You’re on the tickle coaster and you’re almost at the top.” His genitals were quivering and pulsating. He had started thrusting his hips involuntarily. She brought all four satin fingertips of each hand to his wobbly scrotum and tickled the sides of both balls.
“HahahahahahahahaHAhahAhHAhAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...”
“It’s gonna happen soon.” She told him. “You’re going to cum for the very first time. And it will be because I tickled you.” She now brushed his balls, including around the seam, with her thumbs, while her pinky fingers pranced along his perineum and hole. “Ticklish… ticklish… ticklish… ticklish...” She leaned forward and planted a loving kiss directly on the underside of his cock, right where it met his balls.
Richard’s world changed at that moment, when he experienced his first orgasm. The semen jetted out of him furiously. The first couple of squirts hit his chest just below his collarbone. As soon as the first throbs began, Jenni grabbed the cock and slid her hands up and down. It was too much for Richard. He screamed as the sheer ecstasy overwhelmed his senses. His body thrashed in the chair so violently that he nearly ripped one of the straps right off.
Jenni laughed with him as he came. She knew that she would forever be the one who cured him. The one who gave him his first orgasm.
The one he would always remember.
She couldn’t think of anything that gave her more pleasure than that.
