Dr. Gumm: A Tickle Horror Story in Three Parts. Part 3

Dr. Gumm: A Tickle Horror Story in Three Parts. By Achilles

PART 3: The Tape. June 2021

It had been years since I’d heard that Denny had passed away and even longer since I’d viewed the tape of our first encounter. We had played many more times after that first meeting and I’d been able to relax and enjoy myself more each time. He’d gifted me with a VHS copy of the tape he had made of our first session and it had been sitting in a box in my storage locker pretty much ever since. Denny and I had kept in touch even after we stopped seeing each other in person. I had eventually moved from Baltimore to New York City, and not many carnivals set up in the Big Apple. He had a Recon profile and would occasionally drop me a message to say hello. He would even send me brief clips of tickling that would happen in his sessions with other guys (probably without their permission, though the clips never showed their faces). Eventually though, the messages had stopped and I heard through the rumor mill that he had become ill.

In the time between 1998 and the present my life had taken several unexpected turns. I had made a little name for myself in the tickling community. Those early exchanges with pen pals in the pre-internet days had included sketches of men being tickled that I had drawn for several different friends. Once the internet took over the world, my early scribblings began to show up online and I was surprised by people’s reaction to them. I was a professional artist by trade and I eventually made the decision to start doing erotic tickling art more seriously. It turned out that there was an audience for it. I had adopted the pen name “Achilles” and started my own website of male tickle art. I’d become friends with other prominent content creators in the community. Still, I had existed on the fringes of the tickle world since, unlike my friends who made erotic videos, I made drawings and was more of a behind-the-scenes kind of guy. Hardly anyone knew who I really was or what I looked like.

All of that was about to change as I was gearing up to go to my very first gathering: TKLfest. It’s an annual convention of sorts for men into tickling. My friends had been hounding me for years to go, but I’d been too scared, too shy, too nervous to make that leap. However, the recent global pandemic had caused a shift in many of my attitudes. Life was short, after all, and there was nothing like fearing imminent death for 2 years to make you reevaluate some of your choices. I was excited to put faces to many of the names I’d communicated with online over the past few decades. As a content creator, I was sponsoring the event so I was given a hour to put on some sort of presentation. I thought it would make the most sense to put together a chronicle of how I first started making my fetish art, and what it was like for guys into tickling who had to try to find each other in the days before the internet. I had pulled out my box of old letters and ‘zines that were from the earliest days of my exploration of the tickling world. It was in digging through that old material that I found the tape of my adventure with “Dr. Gumm”. I had recently purchased a VHS to DVD convertor and I was slowly transferring all of my vintage tickle porn to DVDs and then to digital files so I wouldn’t lose them forever. This was definitely an encounter I didn’t want to forget.

Back at my apartment, I inserted the tape into the player just to watch it and relive the experience for now. I’d do the actual conversion later. I had forgotten just how insane the whole scene had been: Denny’s ridiculous accent, the surreal circus organ music, the dingy trailer full of S&M gear. It brought me right back to that day and just how initially terrified I had been. Denny had turned out to be an excellent tickler for someone who had never really done it before. He had been such a perfect balance of goofy and evil, and he had definitely put me through an exhilirating ordeal. I was enjoying reliving the experience but fast forwarded a bit through the milking scene towards the end. I remember he had given me a surprise post-orgasm tickle and I really wanted to see that again. I got to the point after I had cum where Denny, rather tenderly, removed the Venus device and gently toweled me off. I was struck once again by how gentle those giant hands could be.

Denny began to evilly chuckle as he finished cleaning me up. “Well that was good for the FIRST one” he said in the weirdly almost-German accent. “But we have three more to go!” I smiled at the thought of that, as I had briefly taken him seriously at the time. Was he going to keep me there all day and milk me three more times? I wouldn’t have put it past him. “Well, just a little FINALE! HA HA HA HA HO HO HO” Denny cackled as he suddenly attacked my sides and belly button again. I’m even more hopelessly ticklish after an orgasm and I watched myself go berserk, bouncing in vain in an attempt to escape his fingers. “Then I’ll get you some ICE CREAM” he said, harkening back to what I’d asked for during our lunch before this session. I was going absolutely crazy as Denny impishly laughed at me. This really was the best part of the….

Wait a second.

What was THAT?

I grabbed the remote and rewound the scene, to listen again for what I thought I had heard. Denny was giggling madly as his fingers wiggled all over my exposed belly. My laughter had reached a crazy high pitch at the same time. But there it was again. I rewound it a third time just to be sure.

On top of Denny’s laughter and my own, there was a THIRD sinister chuckle. THERE HAD BEEN SOMEONE ELSE IN THE ROOM THE WHOLE TIME.

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