By Keith Steeclif
The wonders of modern science. Jesse followed Dr. Kirchner down the long, stark-white hall that led to the emergency room. It was only his second week as a resident at BosWash Metropolis Hospital and already he thought he’d seen everything under the sun. Hovercraft accidents, laser burns, Martian flu, he’d only read about these things at medical school. Jesse had no idea when he graduated in 2032 that he’d be exposed to so much in such a short time.
And Dr. Kirchner had seen his share of trauma too. Only a couple years older than Jesse, he’d experienced enough to fill a medical library.
They met the EMT’s with the hover-gurney just inside the emergency room doors.
“Talk to me,” Dr. Kirchner said. He always said that.
“Patient is a 24 year old male, Caucasian. Collapsed at gymnastic practice with seizures. Violent limb movement, we had to restrain him to the gurney. Pulse rate and heart rate through the roof. Complaining of a tingling sensation throughout his body.”
The patient was a strapping male with black hair and tanned skin. But then again, with the Genetic Reformation Act of 2013, all men were beautiful by birth or by enhancement. The patient was wearing shorts, a t-shirt, sneakers, and white athletic socks.
“Did you get a name?” Dr. Kirchner asked the EMT.
“Tommy,” she said.
“Thanks, we’ll take it from here,” he said as he and Jesse pushed the hover-gurney into an empty exam room.
“Tommy!” Dr. Kirchner yelled. Tommy was struggling with his restraints, all his muscles twitching uncontrollably. He had an impressive build, and Jesse thought he might be strong enough to break the restraints. But for now, they held.
“Tommy,” Dr. Kirchner repeated, “Have you been taking T?”
“T? What’s that?” Jesse asked.
“Have you been taking T?” Dr. Kirchner repeated, getting in Tommy’s face. Tommy nodded his head Yes.
“Let’s get off his footwear,” Dr. Kirchner said to Jesse. Patients were typically undressed in the exam room and, as the resident, Jesse was usually relegated to this duty. But this time he didn’t mind, because he wanted to get a look at this stud’s bare feet. But even this was but a fleeting thought, for the matter at hand was much more pressing.
“T,” Dr. Kirchner said to Jesse, “Is a new designer steroid; Titickelsydronine. I saw a few cases of it during my residency on Moon Base Alpha. It is a black market drug that is produced in zero gravity labs and only works for males. It can literally grow muscle over night.”
“And he’s OD’d?”
“Tommy!” Dr. Kirchner said in response, “You’ve overdosed on T. T builds up in your system over time, so if you continuously take the same dosage, you eventually overdose.”
Jesse had removed Tommy’s sneakers and socks. The college jock had great feet, Jesse couldn’t help but notice. They were big, with a pronounced arch and a perfect alignment of toes. And Jesse noticed they twitched a little when he removed the socks.
“Tommy,” Dr. Kirchner said, “We can help you, but the treatment is not pleasant. You’re going to think we’re being cruel, but it’s the only way that we can help you.”
Dr. Kirchner handed Jesse a tongue depressor. “Scrap that across the bottom of his foot.”
Jesse took the tongue depressor. He’d performed this procedure before. It was to test for the Babinski sign, a reflex reaction that can diagnose damage to the nervous system. Jesse placed the end of the tongue depressor on Tommy’s right heel and quickly pulled it up across his arch.
Tommy’s reaction surprised Jesse. His foot flexed in a typical healthy response, but Tommy pulled violently on his restraints. “No, please, not my feet. Please stay away from my feet.”
“I know, Tommy,” Dr. Kirchner said, “I know. The T has made you unusually ticklish, but believe me, this is the only way we can help you.” Then Dr. Kirchner turned to Jesse and said, “I need you to tickle his feet. And I need you to make him laugh as loud as you can.”
“What?” Jesse asked, surprised.
“T builds up in the brain, causing violent muscle contractions. If the build-up gets too high, it can lead to a total seizing of the heart. Tickling has two counter-reactions. One, the increase in carbon dioxide output helps move the T through the blood stream and expels it through respiration. Two, the endorphins produced by prolonged laughter dissipates the T concentration in the brain. So I need you to tickle Tommy the best that you can.”
Jesse set right to work. He dropped the tongue depressor and started scratching his fingernails across Tommy’s bare soles. Tommy was instantly hysterical.
“No! HEE HEE HEE! Please, don’t tickle,” he begged. Dr. Kirchner started to cut Tommy’s t-shirt down the middle with a small pair of scissors.
“Strangely, T also effects the nervous system, making the person hyper-ticklish. This makes the treatment even more effective.”
Dr. Kirchner pulled Tommy’s cut t-shirt open, exposing his ribs and stomach. Then he too started tickling the young man.
“No, please, not that!” Tommy begged, laughing even louder. Dr. Kirchner was wiggling his fingers along Tommy’s bare ribcage and across his washboard stomach.
Jesse was still tickling Tommy’s bare feet. Poor Tommy was in complete hysterics as Jesse sought out the most ticklish spots on Tommy’s soles and concentrated on them. Tommy’s toes were also extremely ticklish and Jesse attacked the wiggling digits with vigor. Despite the fact that Tommy was in terrible distress, Jesse couldn’t help being rather aroused. After all, he always had a secret passion for tickling. Hoping to become a podiatrist, his ultimate fantasy was to get into sports medicine and work on the sexy feet of handsome and hunky athletes. Tommy definitely fit the bill and then some. Having him restrained to the hover-gurney and tickling his bare feet without mercy was making Jesse incredibly hot. If Dr. Kirchner wasn’t in the room, he’d add a tongue bath to this most unusual treatment.
Meanwhile, Tommy was begging them to stop.
“I know it is difficult,” Dr. Kirchner was saying, “but it really is necessary. Believe me, you’ll start feeling better in a few minutes.”
“Minutes? Oh, no, I can’t stand another second. HAHAHA! Please, no more!”
Jesse was focused on Tommy’s soles, occasionally glancing up to watch Dr. Kirchner tickling Tommy’s upper body. Jesse thought he noticed Dr. Kirchner taking a keen interest in his job as well.
Occasionally a nurse would come into the room to check out the howling laughter, but Dr. Kirchner sent them away as the two men tickled the poor jock into a frenzy.
After several minutes, Tommy’s laughter actually started to decrease. His muscle spasms slowed and then stopped, except, of course, for the wiggling, twitching, and squirming caused by the tickling. After a while, Tommy became just a moderately ticklish guy being tickled by two other guys.
“That’s better,” Dr. Kirchner said. “Keep tickling for a few more minutes. How are you feeling Tommy?”
“Hee hee! Better, but it still tickles, haa haa haa.”
Tommy’s feet were wiggling slowly as Jesse continued to tickle them. They were still ticklish, but he was able to take Jesse’s tickling now, laughing softly and trying to rub his feet together. Fortunately, they had strapped his ankles to either side of the gurney, making this impossible.
“Another interesting side effect of T,” Dr. Kirchner commented. Jesse looked up to where the doctor indicated. Tommy’s short had a huge bulge in them and Jesse noticed the look of pleasure on Tommy’s face.
“Okay, I think that will do,” Dr. Kirchner said. Jesse, reluctantly, stopped his tickling. “You can unstrap him now.”
Dr. Kirchner patted Tommy’s bare shoulder. “Well done, Tommy,” he said. He poured Tommy a glass of water and gave it too him. Tommy took it with a shaking hand and drank it right down.
“We’re going to put you in a room to get some rest,” Dr. Kirchner said, “and we’ll be back to check on you in a few hours.”
Jesse made sure that he was with Dr. Kirchner when he checked up on Tommy. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
Tommy gave the two men a big grin. “Much better. In fact, I feel great.”
“Euphoria is a common side effect of the treatment.”
“So I’m okay now?”
“Well, you’re not out of the woods yet,” Dr. Kirchner said, and he explained the effects of T. The same explanation he gave to Jesse when they had Tommy howling with laughter.
“By tickling you,” he continued, “we were able to dissipate the build-up of T in your brain. Unfortunately, T stays in the body for 60 – 90 days. It will build up again, usually every two or three days. Fortunately, each occurrence becomes less and less severe.”
“What do I need to do?” Tommy asked.
“Just what we did today. The only treatment for a T buildup is severe tickling. You’ll know when an attack is coming on. You’ll feel a tingling in your limbs that will continue to intensify until your muscles start to seize as they did today. As soon as you feel the tingling going on, you have to have someone tickle you for many minutes.”
“And I have to do this for three months?”
“Yes, but as I said, it will get better and better over time.”
“Who am I going to get to tickle me?”
“Do you live with anyone? It really is better to have someone that is around at night. Build-up tends to occur during sleep.”
“I live by myself, over at the New Mercury apartments.”
“I thought you looked familiar,” Jesse suddenly said, “I live there too. What floor do you live on?”
“110.”
“I live on 347.”
“That’s just down the road from here, isn’t it,” Dr. Kirchner said.
“Yes,” the two men answered at the same time.
“Jesse, perhaps you could help out this young man. Since you live in the same building and it is so close to the hospital, you could give him your beeper implant code and he could send you a neuro-message whenever he feels an attack coming on.”
“Sure,” Jesse answered, perhaps a bit too quickly.
“You’d do that?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind me tying you up and tickling you again.”
“I’ll do anything not to go through those spasms like today.”
“Good,” Dr. Kirchner said. “And there is one more thing. You may have noticed that one of the side effects of today’s treatment was a powerful arousal by the tickling after the T dissipated.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Tommy said, turning a little red.
“It’s not your fault, Tommy, it is an effect of the drug. But I must warn you, try not to have an orgasm during one of these episodes. There have been cases that, after the T has left the body completely, the patient has been left with a new addiction for being tickled. And we haven’t been able to find a treatment for that yet.”
“Okay, Doc. Thanks,” Tommy said.
Jesse transferred his beeper implant code to Tommy’s neuro-link. He was just getting off duty that night when he got a call from Tommy. When he got to the room, Tommy was laying in his bed, his feet up and the blankets pulled back to expose his bare feet.
“I think I felt a twinge and I was hoping that you would tickle my feet a bit to help me get to sleep.”
Jesse pulled a chair up to Tommy’s bare soles. He started to softly tickle Tommy feet. Tommy said, “I know what the doctor said before, but when you’re tickling my feet, I want to cum so bad. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go for three months without it.”
Jesse didn’t say a word. Instead, he leaned forward and started to lick Tommy’s right sole as he tickled the left. Tommy started to moan and thrust his hand under the covers, pumping furiously.
“You seem to enjoy your work,” Tommy said between moans and giggles.
“Very much,” Jesse said between slurps on Tommy’s soft, warm soles.
“Good, because you’re going to have a lot of work ahead of you.”
“And why is that?” Jesse asked.
“Because the whole men’s gymnastics team has been taking T.”
At that moment, Jesse knew how he was going to dedicate his career, to the care and treatment of T patients. He’d open a clinic with stocks and feathers and brushes, and T patients could come in off the street to receive a good dose of tickling.
“Laughter is the best medicine,” Jesse remarked as he watched his tickling drive Tommy to an incredible orgasm.