+++I know tickling is an activity associated with young people, but this story is only for young people over the age of 18. Please obey the author's request and leave if you are younger than that OR YOUR PEE PEE WILL FALL OFF!!!
Professor Marius Wanapecker is our Uni's most prized asset. In spite of his eccentricities, he is nationally renown for his inventions. Most are secret, but you may know of the VT (voice tester). This machine takes in the replies during an interview and rates the truthfulness on a red LED window from one to ten. The machine has software that establishes a base for the voice and then identifies any pitch, volume or tension in the voice. It is generally used for interviews and question of terrorists and some civilians have bought them to question their lovers as to where they have been up to three AM.
As Prof's student helper I am privy to his latest effort. He had been commissioned (by a government entity that must remain unnamed) to create a method of assassination that would produce a natural death. This is spooky stuff.
"Jeff!" He called in his croaky voice from the other side of the commodious laboratory, "I finished it! It's ready for testing and that's your job."
"It" was an ordinary ball point pen. The Prof has lost it, I thought, looking at his eighty year old craggy face, wild hair and pipe ash speckled vest.
"Ha, I see your incredulous look. Let me give you a small demonstration."
He held the pen in his hand, no attempt to point it and press a button. My whole body felt like it was being caressed and slightly stimulated.
"You're smiling. I see you felt the effect of one click. Should anyone use this and click ten times, the victim would suffer a blood storm in the heart that would result in death. Death by this method can and has affected young athletes and old men. An examination after death will confirm an unexpected and natural form of death."
Diabolical eh?
He giggled. He's lost it, absolutely.
Seeing my expression, he explained that the device produces an effect on the brain as if he was being tickled. "Tickling is fun, but if carried too far, it's torture and then death." He said, pleased with himself.
"A tickle machine," I said.
He frown. "Perhaps, but I call it the BPS, brain performance stimulator."
"Isn't that an oil company?"
He ignored me. "It's your job to test this. Recruit three students."
"You have to offer money, students don't like to leave their beer drinking for being the subject of experiments."
"I see. Well we have a large discretionary fund, shall we say $300."
I thought to myself that I was thinking of $50, for $300 I can test them and fuck them."
I put up a notice in the three dormitories. I skipped the fraternities, these kids were two rich to be tempted.
On the day for interviews, only ten students showed up. I only needed three so I could be picky. Picky how? They had to be cute.
It fell naturally, the elimination. Six of the young men were either two homely, or asked weird questions, like "There isn't any piercing involved" or "I don't want to be naked". The ones that said the naked thing were the kind of fatties or had grotesque physiques. After all, if I have to do this, I might as well enjoy it.
The tests themselves were scheduled at two hour intervals on the following Saturday. My first victim, er volunteer was Jeff.
Jimmy was one of those 20 year olds who looked fourteen. He was only about 5'4" of darlingness with wide innocent eyes under a tumble of reddish bangs. His little mouth barely opened to say, "I a little scared, but I trust you,"
I think he more than trusted me. I think he was in lust for me. I could tell the way his big eyes raked up and down my body, trying to see my package each time my long lab coat parted.
He sat on the edge of the examining table waiting for my directions, taking in my curly blond hair and handsome face.
"Jimmy, nothing we do today will hurt of leave any lasting effect. It should be fun and of course profitable (referring to the fee). He smiled charmingly showing small white teeth. What a babe!
"Remove your clothing."
He really started. "You never told us that we had to do that."
"Trust, but you look really nice in your clothes and you should be proud of your body."
This naked thing was my idea, but any one in a lab coat can get someone to do things they would do had I been in my usual shorts and tee shirt.
He pulled his tee shirt over his hair causing his bangs to expose his perfect forehead for a moment before they bounced back. He had a smooth, lovely upper body with a flat chest. This boy was no joke, but it was sweet. Next came his shorts and he kicked his slides off. Now he sat there with his light blue waven underwear shorts, his scrumptious smooth legs hanging and his bulging crotch pulled tight.
I pretended to get busy on the other side of the room and called over my shoulder: "Everything off."
I turned just as his underwear was getting pulled down. Wow, the baby boy was hung. His 1/4 hard cock was half laying on one smooth white hip. I wish I had a camera.
He looked at me questioningly. "What's next? A lap dance?"
I laughed and gently pushed him down so that he was lying on his back.
"The test begins now."
I took the pen out and set it for position number one. I clicked it. He looked puzzled for a moment, then the corners of his lips turned up and his cock completed its rise. This was a pleasantly happy boy. I made notes on my clipboard and then leaned over him.
"Are you comfortable?"
He pursed his lips. "Kiss me."
It was for science, right. I leaned down and put my lips against his surprisingly warm ones and waited for his reaction. Wow, his slim arms flew up around my neck and he pulled me down into a heavy kiss that lasted exactly 32 seconds according to the timer on the wall.
As I was beginning to pull away, his tongue pushed out and he licked my lips and somehow my tongue came out and we flicked each other's tongue until the two of us were gasping with excitement.
Finally my cooler scientific head ruled and I pulled away. His wet lips looked sexy and his eyes pleaded with me to resume. As long as he was so happy, I decided to ramp things up. I moved to p0sion #2. The effect was immediate. His pale baby skin body turned scarlet and began wriggling around. You could say that he was tickled pink!!
He began a cute chucle in his throat and now his prick was hard and shaking. He clutched my shoulder with a death grip. This boy was getting uppity. "You gotta suck me off, right now, I am in pain."
Now I am a semi medical man and the oath to do no harm applied a bit to me. If he was rescued from drowning I would offer Artificial Respiration. If he was choking on a bone, I would give that chest pressure. So self convinced, I leaned down and took his rigid cock into my mouth. Now I had a bone in my mouth, hah. He was still thrashing around but also moaning in pleasure.
"It's going to spit," he said. Sure enough my mouth was filled with fragrant boy cum in the next minute. When he had finally stopped shooting, he grab my arm. "Oh Jeff, that was excellent, I feel really good."
"Glad you liked it. Now I have to turn off the stimulation."
He looked crestfallen. "Can't I have a little more. I think I can cum again."
"No pal, this is it."
I wiped him with a warm towel, like a barber. He dressed and stood before me. "Jeff, maybe you should take the fee.""I'm not allowed. Here's your envelop." . I sat down heavily on the only comfortable chair and closed my eyes. I thought that if the next two volunteer sessions were as intense, I'd never live out the day.
I looked at the clipboard. The next boy was big Bobby. A knock. "Come in,"
He was early but looked better than I remembered him.
I wasted no time. "Bobby, get naked and get on your back on the examining table."
My bossy voice seemed to affect him. His eyes closed slightly and he reddened, but he got naked quickly and lay waiting.
End of Part One