Here is the part two of the erotica. I hope you enjoy it. Resident Evil: B.O.W. Tyrant Erotic Tickle Party (Part Two)
The early morning has arrive, although it is slightly chilly, let alone, cloudy. The alarm on my phone is going off at 8am. Thus waking me up. I turn my alarm off, stretch my body awake, and then I gotten out of my bed. As I was heading to the bathroom, I stop to look at Nemesis whom is still standing there in the nude, in the middle of my living room. As if he is standing guard like a watchdog. He can be weird when it comes to his protocols, but then again I shrug it off and went to the bathroom. I took care of my own business as usual, brushing my teeth, retwist my long dreadlocks, spray some long lasting body fragrance onto my body, and then I went back into my room. I put on my comfortable robe, slip my feet into my house slippers, and I went to the kitchen. Just as I was about to cook my breakfast, Nemesis turns to approach the kitchen. He looks down directly upon me. From the looks of his body language, he seems very happy for some reason, especially when he utters his greeting.
"Good morning....." greeted Nemesis.
"Oh!? Well good morning to you too, Nemesis." I replied back to him.
The tall muscular Tyrant B.O.W. decides that he wants to help me out with cooking breakfast. All I have out of the fridge is eggs, waffles, tatter tots and applewood bacon. I notice that Nemesis is going to cook breakfast for me. And I didn't even give him orders to do so. Although I have no intention to order him around. Instead, I went to grab an apron from the pantry. I hand it over to Nemesis for I don't want his body to be burned by accident.
"Here, Nemesis. If you're going to cook breakfast for me, you might want to wear an apron." I remarked, handing him the apron.
He looks down directly at me. Thus he took the apron to cover his nude body. Needless to say, I think he just made my morning fantasy come true. Whether he realizes that or not. A tall muscular male in the nude, a monster one at best, volunteering to cook breakfast for me so I don't have to. But I kept watch on him, just in case if he unintentionally cause an accident. Thankfully, he didn't do just that, although he made a little mess on the stove. Even in his struggle into learning how to cook, Nemesis continues to observe his errors whilst mixing the batter. Then overtime, he finally manage throughout the hour. I was sitting in the dining room right next to the living room, awaiting for my breakfast. This just in, Nemesis came in the room with two plates in his hands. One for himself and the other for me. He set the plates down on the table. Wow! I am utterly amazed by his new skills. Although he made a mess in the kitchen, he manage to pull it off incredibly well. He made waffles by scratch with mixed berries on top of butter, oozing with maple syrup. A fat mouthwatering egg omelet filled with bacon, potatoes and three blends of cheese on the inside. On the side of the dish is a healthy yogurt and a tall glass of freshly produced orange juice. Now it is time to eat. Nemesis sat on the other side of the table. For a monstrous brute, he doesn't know how to eat real food. So he watch me eat my breakfast first. As I was taking a bite of the egg omelet, I notice that Nemesis is staring at me with an confused expression. So I urge him to give his cooked breakfast a try.
"Go on! Eat it. It's good." I said to him. "You made it. Now you get to eat it. Trust me, it's good for the body."
Nemesis glance down to his plate. The B.O.W. Tyrant is still confused of what to eat the food with and what the utensils are used for. So I showed him on how to use them, such as a spoon, a knife and a fork. After the observation, he picks up the fork and then pokes the waffles with it. He picks it apart and he took a huge bite. Nemesis has finally eaten food for the first time. He likes the way it taste.
"Mmmmmmmm......" moaned Nemesis in a sweet content.
I can't help but smile at him for he is too damn charming. I am also proud of him for trying a bunch of new things he normally wouldn't do, even if it isn't in his original programming long ago.
"Do you like it, Nemesis?" I asked.
"Yessssssss........." Nemesis answered. "Deliciousssssss......"
"I think you did a pretty good job." I reassured the B.O.W..
"Thankssssss......" Nemesis replied.
I nodded happily in response. Thus we continue to eat our breakfast. After we both finished our morning meal, Nemesis took both of our plates, glasses and silverware to the kitchen. Once again, he voluntarily clean up the mess he unintentionally made in the kitchen's counters. I assume that it's his way of making up to me for that. While he is doing the cleaning in the kitchen, I went to the other side of the living room. I'm going to go take care of the laundry. With all of my bedsheets and Nemesis's clothes in the basket, I head to the door.
"Hey, Nemesis! I'm going to put the laundry in the laundry mat downstairs." I announced, letting the tyrant know about where I'm going. "I'll wash your clothes first. Then I'll do my bedsheets afterwards. So I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
"Okayyyyyyyy......." Nemesis replied as he finishes up cleaning the kitchen.
I have left my apartment to go to the laundry mat downstairs. Once I've set foot in the laundry mat, I put in Nemesis's black clothing in the washer first. I apply the detergent that'll clean the seamen stains on his black commando trousers without fading the color out. The same can be for his socks that he wore yesterday. Just as I had started the washer to an seventy minute wash, one of my neighbors from the same floor acknowledge me from across the room. We had our conversation about our plans for the day, just to pass the time. As the hours has come and gone, the washer has stopped. Now I gotta put the B.O.W.'s clothes in the dryer right after I put my bedsheets in the washer. While my things are all in the laundry mat, I went back up to the fifth floor and back to my apartment. When I entered into my door, I saw that my kitchen is all clean and smells fresh too. Then I turn to notice the B.O.W. Nemesis standing in the middle of the living room, still in the nude. Then all of a sudden, a strange thought occurred in my mind. An naughty one at that. Since Nemesis is still nude, I thought I could have a little bit of fun with him, all the while we wait for the laundry to get done. I went to the monster's side in the living room. He is still acting like he is on protocol when nobody else has given him orders. Not even me. And not just because I'm the only one in the room alone with him. Since I can't help myself at this moment, I reach out to touch his body. As I caress his torso, Nemesis pretends not to react to the sensual feeling of my hands on his six pack abs. He just stood there with his muscular arms crossed, like a brooding tough male creature. Although in the stationary position, he close his eye. As if he is enjoying what I'm doing to him. I knelt down to the floor, caressing my way down his leg. Therefore I touch his left bare foot, lightly tickling his toes. That only got him to chuckle a little bit. Not only is the sound he makes is enough to get me all hot and bothered, but rather I feel so aroused making his toes wiggle and twitch. Since we have all day until tonight to wait on everything, I believe that it is time for our erotic tickling session to begin. I look up at Nemesis to utter my request.
"Can you lift your foot up for me please?" I asked softly.
Nemesis did what he was asked to do. He stood on one foot and lifted up another. With his back on the wall to support his balance, Nemesis allows me to tickle his left bare foot. And therefore he laughs away. I grip firmly onto his ankle and stroke every finger across the smooth surface of his sole. Despite of his ticklish foot being at my utmost mercy, Nemesis still toughens it out through the hours of the morning. I like the way he wiggles his toes in my face during the tickling. Nemesis laughs out loud as he glance downward at me, watching me mercilessly tickle his foot from the heels to arch, to the ball of the foot and underneath his sexily strong toes. I can tell from the look of his eye, he is having so much fun laughing as much as I am, making him laugh. After an hour of the left foot tickling, I gave the B.O.W. Tyrant a short break. I crept over to his other leg. Nemesis just stood there and watch as I reach to grab his right foot.
"Now lift your right foot up if you please, Nemesis?" I asked.
Nemesis lifts his right foot up as I requested it. Thus I begin to tickle the sole of his right foot. The B.O.W. Nemesis resumes his laughter. He still maintains his balance with his bare back on the wall, all the while having his foot getting tickled by me. I stroke my fingers across the smooth surface, all over the veiny top and underneath the sole. Nemesis laughs away to the barefoot tickle torture, shaking his head whilst tilted on the wall behind him. He is laughing so loud that the neighbors in the complex could easily have heard him. Some people in the apartments has heard him, but chose not to interfere due to his frightening appearance. As the clock reaches the stroke of noon, I stopped tickling his foot for a short minute. I've been sitting on the floor for too long, that my legs are starting to get stiff. So I got myself up from the floor. I then turn to Nemesis, whom is still glancing at me as if he is awaiting for my next request.
"Let's do this on the couch, okay?" I suggested.
"Okayyyyyy........." Nemesis complied.
He follow me to the other side of the living room, where the couch is facing the neighboring dining room table and the window next to the bookshelves. I urge him to sit on the couch, although I'm a tad worried that he might break the sofa due to his monstrous height and weight. Thankfully, Nemesis took his time to carefully sit himself down without breaking my furniture. I sat on the other end of the sofa. Nemesis positioned himself comfortably and then he puts his feet up on my lap. I wrap my arm around his ankles in a locking position. I turn to smile at Nemesis. And he too glance at me with his pleading eye.
"Ready, Nemesis?" I asked the B.O.W..
"Readyyyyy....." Nemesis eerily complied.
"Okay then, here we go." I uttered deviously.
I resume the barefoot tickle torture once more. Nemesis laughs once again. I took my sweet precious time tickling every inch of his bare feet. Ranging from the heels to arches, to the balls of the feet and to sexily long strong toes. The tall muscular tyrant buries his visage into the palm of his hands, laughing monstrously nonstop. I'm in no rush at all when it comes to tickling the hell out of Nemesis. Because after all, we only have until sundown to go to the hotel party that Arxenel has mentioned. So I've tickled Nemesis's big sexy masculine bare feet for a good long three minutes. Then after that, I stopped the irresistible torment, just to give Nemesis a break. While he is panting and sweating all over his body, Nemesis turns to me, uttering a few sentences.
"Do my entire bodyyyyy......." requested Nemesis.
"Ohhh! So eager to suffer so good, aren't you?" I snickered deviously
"Pleaseeeeeee......." says Nemesis in an eerie yet playful manner.
"Alright then. You asked for it, and you got it." I responded with a smirk.
I crept up his muscular legs to the upper body. Thus I tickle his abdomen. Nemesis laughs for it tickles on his abs. Despite of the exposed tissue on the body that acts as his battle scars, and to my slight disgust, but I suck it up like a soldier and continue to explore the rest of the B.O.W.'s body. I tickle him from his abdomen to his rib cage. He even lifts his arms up above his head, leaving his underarms exposed. Thus giving me the opportunity to go in on his armpits. Surprise, surprise! We both found out that his armpits are just as ticklish as his feet. Nemesis begins howling like the monster that he is designed to be. He tries not to squirm around too much or else he would accidentally harm me, let alone, damage anything in the living room. Thankfully, he learn to discipline himself to tolerate all that has been wrought onto him. I tickle his armpits for nearly four minutes straight. And then I finally moved on to anywhere else on his body. I tickle his thick neck, only to just get a little chuckle out of him. Then I stroke my hands down to his pecs. There, I playfully tickle his nipples for five to six minutes. All the better to get him aroused and ready for the best part of the fun time. Although it tickles a little bit on his nipples, Nemesis both laughs and moans at the same time for it feels so good. I can see that his dick is hardening as I tickle his nipples. Then suddenly, he stops my hands. The tall muscular B.O.W. Tyrant sits up from the couch. Before I can comprehend on what will happen in my living room, Nemesis proceeds to strip me out of my comfortable lounging wear. Once I am completely nude as does he, the monster bio weapon puts his muscular arm around my back and pulls me closer to him. I have no idea what he wants to do with me.
"What are you doing, Nemesis?" I asked out of confusion.
Then he said this to me.
"Cum with meeee......" the tall muscular B.O.W. Tyrant uttered monstrously.
"Oh! I see where you're getting at." I said for I understood his body language. "You want me to get off with you. Am I right?"
"Yessssss........" says Nemesis with an pleading eye. "Pleaseeeee....."
"Okay! I don't suppose why not." I replied.
I continue to tickle his nipples, just to harden his cock. At the same time, Nemesis starts to tickle my nipples in a similar way I did to his. But he is kinda doing it too hard, which it did really hurt and makes it impossible for me to get aroused.
"Ouch! Not too hard please." I winced in slight pain.
"Sorryyyyy......" says Nemesis as he starts tickling my nipples gently.
Now I can get hard as does he. Our cocks are oozing with precum for the pleasure is irresistibly overwhelming. That is when we both knew it is time to finish each other off. I went to grab my bag, took out a bottle of water based scented lubricant and head back out to the living room, where Nemesis is waiting for me. Thank goodness for the sofa having a pullout mattress underneath. Just for him to lie down on. I squeeze the right amount of lubricant on his cock. And I gave a squeeze of lube on Nemesis hand. My hands on his genitalia, his hands on mine. And alas, we start to milk each other off for the rest of the afternoon. Nemesis uses his firm but gentle grip to jerk off my dick. And I too did the same for him. Oh man! This feels so good right now. The monstrous tyrant tilts his head back, gazing at the ceiling with his watery eye. To him, this felt so good. Just as I too felt the same feeling he giving me as well. Then he turns to gaze upon me, feeling pleased with what we are doing to each other in the arousing moment.
"Does it feel good???...." Nemesis asked me in a seductive tone.
"Yes. It felt good, Nemesis....." I uttered softly responsibly.
"That's good......" says Nemesis as he groans pleasurably.
While we are in the heat of the moment, Nemesis begins fantasizing about the time where he is task into hunting down Jill Valentine, the last remaining S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team member. The more thinks about her and the mission, the more hornier he will become. When he looks at me during our cock milking session, he imagines her in my place, as if he is fantasizing about giving her pleasure rather than killing her. What he is doing to me now, he wish that he will do to her, had not the people of Umbrella programmed him to kill anybody who reveals the wicked company's truth to the public. The masculine B.O.W. tease my cock by edging my little head firmly but gently. I too edged his head in a similar way. All the better to make each other cum faster. And it is working. I started breathing heavily, moaning simultaneously, my legs opening widely and I grip firmly onto the B.O.W.'s meaty thigh for I am getting closer to but my nut. In the same time, Nemesis went from soundly moans to ferocious grunts. And he is grunting louder and louder by the second. Along with the noise he is making, followed by the shift of his body language. His muscles tightened all over his body, his legs stretched out until his feet hangs out from the mattress, his sexy toes curled, his eye squinted shut and his exposed teeth clenched. That is an sure sign that we are about to reach our limits.
"I'm about to shoot my load!!..." I groaned heavily.
"ME TOO!!!....." Nemesis roared ferociously.
Then so suddenly, we both came at the same time. I erupt my seamen in the palm of his hand and all over his abdomen. In the same time, Nemesis erupts his massive all over my body and it also got in my dreads. Well that's great. I'm probably gonna have to go wash that off in a minute. After his ferocious cries of lust, Nemesis turns to glance at me and started laughing amusedly. I became very puzzled by his strange reaction.
"Why are you laughing???" I wondered. "I'm not even tickling you."
Nemesis shook his head for he is not laughing out of tickling, but rather he finds the climatic ending to be amusingly hilarious. To be honest, I have never seen that side of Nemesis before. And I'm pretty sure no one else have saw it either. For an disturbing grotesque monster created by Umbrella's mad scientists, feared by many who is unfortunate to cross paths with him, he is starting to develop a little humanity of his own. And a infectious personality to match his new approachable demeanor, if not the virus itself. Now that we are done with our little fun, it's time to clean up once again. Nemesis gets himself up from the mattress and back on his feet. He lends out his hand to pull me up from the mattress. And without saying a word, Nemesis puts his arm around me. Then he bribes me to come take a shower in my bathroom. Well we are covered in our own mess. So who am I to disagree? We both hopped into the shower, letting the warm water run down our bodies, until the sticky bodily mess is washed away from our skin. I use a bottle of shampoo and conditioner to cleanse my long dreadlocks. Then Nemesis washes himself clean of his filth. During the shower, I knelt down to grab his foot and gave it one last minute tickle. Nemesis laughs again whilst maintaining his balance like a monstrous soldier. Not even once has he told me to stop. He seems to be enjoying his pleasurable torment as much as I do. And then I stop tickling his foot. We have step out of the shower, one person at a time. Alas we are both fresh and clean. Now we have to dry ourselves up and go get dressed. I went in my room and pick out my all black gothic wear, complete with a black sleeveless fleece vest, a black beanie hat, a black shirt with graphic laminated skulls on it, a pair of black baggy trousers, black socks and a newly designed black timberland boots. Now that I'm all dressed, I'm ready for what the rest of the day might bring. But Nemesis is not all dressed up. He is still nude in a towel and he clothes is in the laundry, along with my bedsheets. Oh man! I was having so much fun tickling Nemesis until we both came, that I forgot about the laundry at the laundry mat. I told Nemesis to wait right there while I'll go get the laundry. He did what he's told and waited in the living room once more. I left my apartment and went downstairs to the laundry mat. Thankfully, the friendly neighbor that I had spoke with earlier have put my bedsheets and Nemesis's clothes into my basket for he needs get his laundry done too. I apologize to him for I was held up by some other things. The man understood where I was coming from. And it is no hard feelings. I thanked him for taking out the B.O.W.'s clothes and putting my bedsheets into the dryer for me. I grab my basket and then I went back upstairs to the fifth floor. Alas I have return to my apartment. Nemesis patiently waited for me as I enter the living room.
"Thank you for being so patient with me." I said to the monster bio weapon
"You're welcomeeee......" said Nemesis.
"Well here's your clothes." I said as I gave the male monster his clothes back.
Then I went to my bedroom. I have made my bed with fresh covers, pillow cases and sheets. I went back out to the living, where Nemesis is putting his attire back on. He put on his fingerless gloves on his hands, a chain of dog tags around his neck and slip his legs into his dark military commando trousers. I requested to kiss his bare feet before he puts his socks on. Nemesis oblige to my request and he allow me to kiss the tops of his feet as a sign that we're finished, for now. The tall masculine B.O.W. Tyrant puts his socks on his feet and into his custom made tactical boots. Now what is left for us to do is to binge watch something on Netflix and just chill (not sexually, must I add), until we receive word from another tall masculine B.O.W. Tyrant, Arxenel. The sun as set outside my window around 5:33pm. And we were in my room, watching a movie on Netflix. It is an old movie that came out of the early 2000s. I was setting on the edge of my bed while Nemesis is sitting right next to me. During the second act of movie, the B.O.W. Tyrant purposely rub his boot onto my leg. I turn to notice that and he was gazing down upon me for he wanted something from me.
"Foot massage pleaseeeee....." says Nemesis, nudging me politely. "No ticklinggggg....."
"Oh right. Save that for the party." I replied for I remember the deal. "Alright. Just kick your boots off and make yourself comfortable."
"Okayyyyy......" Nemesis complied.
He unfasten his boots particles and kicks them off, airing out his moist socked feet. The brute scoots himself up on my bed, lied on his bare back and then give his military feet to me. Alas I got my hands on his feet once again. Not to tickle this time. I'm saving that for the party. But for now, I'm just going to give the B.O.W. a foot massage for the time being. Oooh I'm trying to control myself right there! I just love having my hands on Nemesis's feet, whether they're socked or bared. For what it's worth, I paid more attention to his military socked feet than the movie playing right now on my HD television. And although he does have a pair of sexy ticklish feet, but he is not the only B.O.W. that earned his place on my list. Trust me, there's others that deserve to be touched in a way. Then again, I digress. But out of all of everything that happened in my apartment, yesterday, today and possibly tonight, I think Nemesis would have a tie-in at the number one spot with Arxenel as my most favorite B.O.W. I love to tickle. As well as surpassing Nemesis as the most iconic popular B.O.W. in the records. And speak of the devil, my phone went off. Somebody is calling my phone. I wonder who this is? After I recognize that mysterious number, I knew it has to be him. That caller is none other than my other favorite B.O.W. Tyrant no. 629 himself; Arxenel. Boy, am I happy to hear from him!? He informed me and Nemesis that the private party at the MOA's neighbored hotel will start when all of us are gathered in the lobby's entrance. We will all meet there around seven pm. And so the party is going to be on! I stop the movie on Netflix and went to gather my fetish tools, putting them in my bag. Nemesis, on the other hand, put his feet in his boots. All he has to do is put on his sleeveless drench coat. And that's it. I grab my phone charger, my keys and we are get to go. I turn off all of lights in my apartment. Thus we both exit the door. I call for an Uber to take us to the MOA's neighboring hotel. I choose pay for the truck option that can be big enough for Nemesis to ride along in. The Uber truck ride is only three minutes away from my location. Alas our ride has arrived. As Nemesis and I hopped in the truck, the Uber driver drove us off. We will be at the MOA's hotel lobby in twenty six minutes. After an one mile ride off the highway, we have finally arrived at MOA's hotel. I tip the Uber driver before he drives away. We have entered the hotel lobby. Now we just have to wait for the other B.O.W. Tyrants to get here. Not a minute too soon, the other three tall muscular B.O.W.s has shown up at the lobby. Arxenel is disguised in a dark hat, a dark drench coat with torn out sleeves for his bare biceps, a pair of dark gothic military commando trousers (similar to mines and Nemesis's) and a dark tactical boots. The other two B.O.W.s I haven't met yet, are with him as well. And they're wearing the same black attire just like we are. The one tall muscular B.O.W. Tyrant on the left side of Arxenel, has a richly melanin skin of a black male. His name is Thanatos, named after the Grecian god of death. The other tall muscular B.O.W. on the right is a Latino hybrid of human and B.O.W.. His name is Eliazar Diego Martinez, but he goes by his code name "The Dark Grim Reaper". Although they look like tough seven foot tall giant bio weapons, but their demeanor is very approachable. And do I feel more comfortable being around them than actual human beings. As we all have gathered at the lobby, Nemesis greeted his fellow tyrants with a firm handshake. So the gang is all here! Arxenel turns to look upon me and he smiles for he is happy to see me as well. He knelt down to my level.
"I'm glad that you're here with us, little buddy." says Arxenel with a grin. "Are you ready to rock?"
"You bet I am." I said, smiling back at him.
So the party has just begun. And that concludes the end of this chapter. The next part is going to be lit. I've already had my fun Nemesis, but just y'all wait until get to play with the other masculine B.O.W. Tyrants. Oh I have plans for them and their bodies. I am going to tickle every single one of them, one pair of big sexy feet at a time. Let some of us see what's in store for me once we have the room all to ourselves. Until then, we'll have to stay tune.
(The End Of Part Two)