The Kevinstein’s Monster
-“Yes! We got him!”
-“He thought he could escape us. How adorable!”- Two voices alternated in the darkness of The Kevinstein’s Monster’s mind.
-“Uh? Where— Where am I?”- He asked in his mind as he started to stir in the darkness just to find out he couldn’t move.
-“What? What’s going on?”
-“Hehehehe, you are not escaping from us a second time!”- A deep, seductive voice whispered to his ears.
The Monster knew that voice and willed himself awake, finding himself shackled to a work bench. The Monster looked above his head, and he found the lupine face and neck screws of Doctor Kevinstein himself staring straight to him, a hungry, toothy smile aimed at him.
The Monster choked a gasp in terror and struggled mightily against the metal restraints, to no avail, despite his incredible strength. “No, no, no!”. The second voice, coming from the Monster’s massive feet, youthful yet macabre, laughed. -“Don’t waste your energy, my little monster…”- he said with a mischievous, harsh accent.
-“Count Erikson!?”- The monster looked at his feet and his fears became reality as the vampire looked at him as hungrily as the good Doctor did. -“No, no, no!”- The Monster roared, yelled, struggled mightily, hoping against all hope that the restraints would snap so he could escape from those merciless fiends, but to no avail. They laughed and the Doctor whispered -“What’s the hurry, my little monster? Why don’t you stick around with us?”
The Monster wanted to argue but a gasp and a chuckle replaced his words. Something sharp and soft passed along his enormous soles. He knew that feeling. He feared that feeling. He longed for that feeling. As his member was demonstrating.
-“Are you sure, good Doctor, that your Monster wants to escape?”
-“Please, have a heart!”- The Monster pleaded -“Let me go!”
-“Why?”- Asked the Count.
-“Well, I—-”
-“Do you really want to be free?” Asked the Doctor as a claw of his scratched softly an armpit. The Monster’s member sprang to life and even leaked a little as he tried to escape the sensation in his armpit. The same sensation went to his feet, where the Count was scratching his chubby soles. -“I doubt it, honestly”- Said the Count. But as much as The Monster pleaded not to be tickled, his heart and his member longed for it. For those loving, diabolic claws to scratch every inch of his chubby body and send him into joyful spasms of laughter.
-“Coochie coo my little monster!”- Said the evil doctor as his claws gently but firmly began to explore the bare skin on the chubby monster. Each stroke made the chubby monster squirm and giggle uncontrollably as he could do nothing but to lay there, on that cold and hard surface of the table. Loud giggling was heard in the room as it bounced off the walls producing an echo.
-“HAHAAA HAHAHAHAHEEEHEHEHEE!”- Shouted the monster as the mischievous claws glided along his fleshy sides from waist to pits and back again. Only one claw on each side was making the chubby sensitive Kevin’s Stein Monster giggle fit and laugh historically under the bright ceiling light.
-“Kitchy Kitchy Coo!, Tickle tickle!”- Said the evil doctor tauntingly at his chubby victim as he began to circle the poor monster’s nips. -BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH NOOOO!!! MERCY!!! HAHAHAHAHHASTAAAHAHAHAP!”- Shouted the little monster for his nipples were one of his most sensitive areas making his penis harder and began to pulse dripping on the shaft. Then before realized the count began to lick and tickle the poor monster’s bare chubby soles. Licking between the toes and sucking on them from time to time while he passed his fingers on the other foot making sure to extract every ounce of laughter from our chubby monster.
-“NOOO!!! HAHAAAAHAHAHAHEEHEHEH STAAHAHAHAHAP!” – Pleaded the monster at both tickling fiends begging for mercy. His penis began to drip more and began to feel funny. Like a warm tickling sensation began to run over the hard dick. The monster opened his eyes to see that the evil doctor was rubbing his thumbs over the chubby monster’s nips in slow and ciruclar motion. The sensation began to shoot through his body down his belly and to his chubby dick. The same sensation benga to flow from his tickled feet up to his groin and to the tip of his dripping cock.
-“HAAAHAH NOOOHOHOHO I Feel FUNY HAHAHA!”- The chubby monster shouted as he flexed his toes and tighten his back -“There we go!”- Said the evil doctor as the giggling monster began to shoot his monster juice over his belly. Once, then twice, then one last time did his semen squirt on his belly and chest.
-“Awww did the poor little monster cum on him self?”- Asked the fiendish count as he went over to lick the monster’s dick clean making him laugh and squirm. At the same time the mad doctor began to lick the chubby belly and chest cleaning the milky mess. The monster, who had just cum was so sensitive that we could barely contain his sanity.
-“Please, please! No tickling!”- He begged. -“D’aaaw! He begs! So cute!”- Says the Count -“But you know, that just makes us more intent on tickling you!”- Says the Doctor. The poor Monster laughed, and laughed for hours in to the night.
