Date: Thu, 13 Aug 2020 03:35:29 -0500
From: VaKuya Zeth <thomas.tbooker.booker@gmail.com>
Subject: Resident Evil: B.O.W. Tyrant Erotic Tickle Party

Here is my erotica based on a video game. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Resident Evil: B.O.W. Tyrant Erotic Tickle Party


I was only a little boy when the news broke a story about an horrific
incident twenty years ago. The news has reported a story that an viral
outbreak occurred all over the town of Raccoon City. The deadly T virus
escape the Umbrella labs and it killed everyone, inside and outside the
corporation. But the scary part is they all didn't stay dead. The T
virus reanimated their bodies, turning everyone into the undead zombies.
Most of them even mutated into something more terrifying than nobody
could ever imagine. To make matters worse, the people in suits of the
Umbrella corporation had their top researchers to create Bio Organic
Weapons, or B.O.W.s for short, for military purposes and serve their
every whim. But we all know how that turned out. Because of it, the
Umbrella corporation have their military to fire an nuclear atomic
missile at Raccoon City, destroying the town along with the evidence of
the virus. The head executives of Umbrella thought they've destroyed
everything and covered it all up, but they were wrong. That nightmarish
event caused an global pandemic, ravaging many countries, populations
dwindling faster than its ever recorded and it seems that the world is
slowly dying. All because of human greed. But enough of the sad
backstory. Let us fast forward to the present day. Even though the
pandemic is still going on for years, it's a miracle to witness a change
of wavelength first hand. There's a vaccine that can cure everyone and
everything in the world. So the other countries could be saved, if the
first responders can get to them in time. Not only that, the B.O.W.s whom
were all used to be a threat to humanity, are now allies to the nations
worldwide. Of course there's some B.O.W.s that still acts on primal
instincts, threatening to harm other people on a whim, but there are the
B.O.W.s who have a slight bit of intellect and morality. Instead of
killing humans, they all wish to co-exist with everybody. And the
world's governments have granted their wishes, to walk side by side with
other people, educating the young, aiding the national services and to
function like a real human being. Again, enough of the long story, let's
get to the fun part of the tale. A few weeks ago, I was getting off work
around 9pm. Instead of waiting on a bus, I decide to take a Uber back
home. As I finally got into my apartment, I suddenly receive a call from
none other than one of my favorite B.O.W. Tyrants, Arxenel. Boy! Am I
happy to hear from him!? So we chatted on the phone for a couple of
minutes. He wants to know that I can come to the private hotel party over
the weekend. I am thrilled to come to the party. So I told him that I
would love to be there, since I have no plans this weekend. Thus the date
has been set. Arxenel told me that he and the other Tyrants will come
pick me up around 7pm tomorrow. As we finish our conversation over the
phone, then all of a sudden, I hear a knock on my door. I wonder who will
it be? And why would that someone come visit me at the hour? I went to
answer the door. When upon opening the door, I was not expecting this
unexpected surprise visitation, especially from the one and only,
Nemesis. He used to be the Tyrant who is tasked to kill one of the
remaining S.T.A.R.S. members, Jill Valentine. Or at least he died trying.
Now another organization has brought him back from the dead. And instead
of continuing his life's mission to kill Jill (see what I did there?),
he choose to carve his own path regardless of his orders. So he is a free
agent nowadays. I stood back as Nemesis enters my apartment, shutting the
door behind him. There he stood right in front of me. And to my surprise,
I notice that he is not wearing his usual attire from the time he was in
Raccoon City Before it is destroyed years ago. Instead of the iconic
leather outfit like before, all he wore is a long black drench coat with
torn out sleeves, so he can move his bare muscular arms freely. On his
hands are his custom made fingerless gloves. A chain of numerous dog tags
worn around his thick neck. From the waist down, he wore a pair of black
military trousers to match his custom made black and charcoal tactical
boots. I was definitely not expecting this at all. But I try not to be
rude to my guest. So I offered him a drink, just to show some
hospitality. When I ask him what does he want to drink, he didn't say
anything. He just stood there as if he is waiting for a command. I
didn't know what to do at this point for he seems to have trouble
understanding me. I can't just kick him out of my apartment either.
That'll be rude! But then again, I'm not even tired yet. Then an
strange idea pops into my head. How about we have some fun while we're
at it? So I urge Nemesis to follow me into my bedroom and he did just
that. Once we're inside my room, I close the door. Nemesis precedes to
remove his long coat and then toss it onto my bed. I became immediately
mesmerized by his bare muscular torso, although his has multiple battle
scars and torn tissue. Then I have Nemesis get comfortable by sitting on
my gamer chair. As he makes himself comfortable, I knelt down to his
side.


"Could you lift you right leg up for me please, Nemesis?" I asked the
B.O.W..


Nemesis did what I asked and he lifts his right leg up. I crept to his
leg. From there, I undo his boot's particles and remove the boot off of
his foot. I never seen that kind of sock on any man's feet before. It
looks brand new and smells fresh too, although he wore his boots for a
long time. I love the gray meshed top that allows his feet to breathe,
the white lines sown on the sides and the soft cushion black soles to
support his feet. After eyeballing the sight for sore eyes for a split
second, I didn't hesitate to  put my hands on his socked foot. Thus
giving him a foot massage. Nemesis laid his head back, sighing softly as
I work my hands on his foot for a couple of minutes. From the sound he is
making, I can tell that he is enjoying his foot massage.


"Do you like that, Nemesis?" I asked him.


Instead of uttering a word, Nemesis just nods his head. I take it as a
yes. So I continue to rub the B.O.W. Tyrant's big masculine foot for a
few minutes. After that, I went over to his other leg, remove the boot
and massage his left foot. The sensation of the foot massage makes
Nemesis feel like he's on cloud nine. I use my fingers to increase the
right pressure on the B.O.W.'s big socked sole. Then I grab both of his
feet and massaged them away. I just love the sound he makes when I work
my way up from the soles to the toes. As Nemesis became too relaxed, that
is when I have the opportunity to do what I've been wanting to do to him
for a long time. I went over to the other side of the chair, wrap my arm
around his ankle and then slowly, and playfully, tickle his right foot.
The Tyrant's toes twitch inside the sock repeatedly. Then his whole foot
start to wiggle and squirm. What followed is the sound of Nemesis's
monstrous laughter. I tickled his right socked foot for ten minutes
straight. Then after that, I crept over to other side, ankle-lock his
left leg and tickle his other foot. Although it tickles, Nemesis still
maintains his composure like a military soldier. Just like he was
programmed to be, before and after the Raccoon City incident years ago.
Oooh I am in love with the way he squirms his foot around when I stroke
each finger on the socked sole. Nemesis wore these socks perfectly well.
And he can rock in them too. After ten minutes of that, I trapped both of
his ankles in between my legs and I tickle both of his feet. This made
him squirm a little in my seat. I enjoy tickling the hell out of his
military socked feet and from the looks of it, Nemesis seems to be
enjoying it as well. Although the socks on his feet looks incredibly
sexy, especially when they're tickled, however, I won't be completely
turned on if we hadn't gotten to the best part of the arousing endeavor.
So I gave Nemesis a break, just for him to catch his breath. While we are
at it, he allows me to take off his military combatant socks. Now I'm in
for a really sexy surprise. If I thought his socks are nice looking when
worn perfectly, but they've got nothing on his barefoot. Just freakin'
look at them! His entire foot each is bigger than my hands alone. Nemesis
has wide soles, high arches, a top full of veins and irresistibly long
toes. Despite of the toe jam and funguses he's got right there, Nemesis
got really sexy feet, regardless of lack of care. I can give him a
pedicure later tonight. But for now, I just want to hear the B.O.W.
laugh. So I resume tickling his bare feet to my heart's content. And
this time, Nemesis's laughter grew louder, let alone, sounding off like
a true monster of a man. Throughout the hour, I took my precious time
stroking my fingers all over and underneath his soles, from the rough
heels, to high arches, to the ball of foot and to his wiggling long toes.
It tickles so much that it made Nemesis lose his mind. He grips the
armrest firmly as I went in on his bare feet. The B.O.W. Tyrant could've
easily destroyed my chair, had he not use his strength entirely. But
luckily, he didn't. After hours of barefoot tickling, I finally gave him
another break. As Nemesis sat there, catching his breath, I stood up from
the floor and lend a hand to help the tall muscular B.O.W. Tyrant on his
feet. Then he follows me into the bathroom, where I gather all of my
pedicure equipment and set up everything in there. I have Nemesis sit
down on the silver unfolded sofa chair (so it doesn't break due to his
weight), roll his trousers up and then he soaks his feet in the warm
water. This is my first time giving someone a pedicure and I wouldn't
thought I'd be giving one to a burly B.O.W. no less. But I went for it.
During the pedicure, Nemesis couldn't stop laughing for it tickles so
much on his soles, although I'm not trying to intentionally tickle him.
I can't even scrub his feet properly without making him flinch
continuously. Despite of the tricky endeavor, I manage to remove the toe
jams and cleanse his feet. Just a few more polishes and buffering with a
hint of foot lotion to soften the skin. Now that I'm all done with the
first pedicure, his feet is all fresh and clean. No more toe jam, no more
fungi and no more callouses. He has soft clean feet. Looks like I've
done a pretty good job thus far. Now back to the fun in my room. Nemesis
lied down on my bed, awaiting for my command. All I did was to grab his
right foot again and tickle his soft sole for five minutes. Nemesis
resumes his monstrous laughter, squirm his big masculine foot. I can't
help but feel the softness of his clean sole at the touch of my
fingertips. Just one touch is enough to make the B.O.W. Tyrant's long
toes twitch. Whilst laughing out loud, Nemesis utters out his first words
other than S.T.A.R.S..


"That....... tickles......." uttered Nemesis.


"Did you say something?" I asked responsively.


"It........it..... tickles......." Nemesis replied with a struggle in
his voice.


"Oh it tickles, doesn't it?" I said with a grin.


"Yes......" said Nemesis.


"Would you want me to continue then?" I asked the B.O.W..


"Yes........" Nemesis answered.


"Well you got it." I complied as I resume the foot tickling.


Nemesis continues to laugh very loudly. He is so loud that the next door
neighbors could've heard him. Thankfully, no one heard his disturbing
laughter. As Nemesis lies on his back laughing monstrously, I reach over
tickle his left foot. Nemesis pull his foot away for a slight minute, due
to how sensitive his soft sole is now. But then he allow me to tickle
both of his feet at the same time. Due to the sensitivity of his soften
smooth soles, Nemesis buries his reddening face with his hands, laughing
his big masculine ass off. During the foot tickling fun, I played with
his long twitching toes for a couple of minutes before I give him a nice
long break for the last time. While I gave Nemesis time for a breather, I
proceed to stick my finger into the gap of his long big and second toes.
And he starts to rub my finger with his toes. I can feel the firm grip
pressing upon my finger. When I least expect it, Nemesis slides his left
foot inside my shirt and he use his big toe to tease each of my nipples.
Thus turning me on. Oh it felt so good when he does that. Then he use
both of his feet to play with my nipples. I notice that he is looking
directly at me as if he is pleased with my soft expression. The more he
use his toes to tickle my nipples, the harden my cock will become. As I
start to precum in my pants, that is when I decided it is time to finish
this kinky foot fetish for the night. Nemesis already knew what to do
from there. The B.O.W. Tyrant gets up from my bed and went to fetch a
bottle of scented lubricant from my bag, all the while I preparing myself
for the footjob. He hands over my scented lubricant so I can apply a hint
of lube on my cock. And at the same time, Nemesis rolls up his military
pants so he doesn't get my mess onto it. Then he lies back down on my
bed, teasing me with his big masculine bare feet. What a tease for a
terrifying monster. I insert my cock in between his long toes and Nemesis
begin to jerk me off. It feels so good when he used his appropriate
strength to intensify the pressure on my little head and underneath the
shaft. Nemesis watches the footjob he's giving me with an amused grin.
Hell! Even the sight of the arousing hour has gotten him all hot and
bothered. During the strong footjob session, Nemesis reaches out to grab
my scented lubricant and then he applies a significant amount onto his
own exposed crotch taken out of his pants. Then he jerks his cock off,
all the while he continues giving me a nice strong footjob. From the
sounds he's making, it seems like Nemesis is enjoying himself on his end
as much as I enjoy his feet. His right foot is jerking my dick off and
his left foot rubs all over my torso. I am so hot and bothered by this
arousing endeavor. Nemesis may be the most scariest B.O.W. Tyrant alive,
but even brooding nightmarish monsters like him can have some sex appeal
to them. Especially when it comes to this exciting session tonight. As he
is giving me the bomb ass footjob that I could ever receive, Nemesis
jerked himself off firmly during the sexual playtime. The sensation made
his mind wander. As if he is fantasizing about the time that he was
programmed to hunt down Jill, and then kill her. Thus preventing her from
disclosing the truth about the Umbrella corporation. Although he was
unsuccessful of his task and then died in the hands of Jill, the very
last surviving member of S.T.A.R.S., Nemesis seems to be turned on by the
adrenaline of it all during the time before. The more he thinks about the
rush of his past, the more hornier he will become. Not by Jill Valentine
herself, but the battles fought against her and other remaining survivors
of Raccoon City. While he is indulging in his new fetish fantasy, the
Tyrant uses his big masculine bare feet to get me off with appropriate
strength. I love the way he use his long toes to grip firmly but gently
onto my dick.  He teased the little head with his toes, just to make me
bust my nut quicker. And it is working for I am now about to cum on his
feet.


"Oh dear god! Here it comes!" I uttered out loud.


Then suddenly, I erupted with my white load oozing all over his feet.
Nemesis wiggles his toes covered in my seamen. He can be such a tease. I
have finished my part of the erotic foot session, but Nemesis is still
indulging in his masturbation. I would've helped him out with that, but
Nemesis wants to finish himself off on his own. So I went to clean my
mess off of my end. Once I am done cleaning myself up, I sat down on my
chair by Nemesis's feet, waiting for him to get done with his sexy
masturbation. I watch his long toes curl, wiggle sporadically and twitch,
all the while he is enjoying himself. I can't help myself for his big
masculine bare feet shall not remain untouched. So I playfully tickle his
soles, even with my seamen oozing from his toes. As for Nemesis himself,
he starts to laugh for a little bit as he is getting his feet tickled by
me while he is stroking his cock. During the moment, I can hear him
making a different sound, going from laughter to a moan. He begins to
breathe heavily. His legs spread further apart and his toes curled up
while I'm still tickling his soles. Then Nemesis's moans turns to
grunts. And he is grunting louder and louder. I know that body language
all too well. It looks like he is about to cum. As he is getting closer
to his limit, he lets out a monstrous roar.


"RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Nemesis roared as he shoots his load
all over himself.


He has made a mess all over my bedsheets. Not that I am trippin' about
it. I can always clean up my bed after this. Nemesis finish stroking
himself off before lying back down, feeling relieved after he came. But
I'm not done with him yet. When he at least expected it, I resume the
barefoot tickling for that last time. And Nemesis begins to laugh once
more. But this time, his laughter is even louder than he was before. Fun
fact; your body parts becomes even more sensitive after an orgasm. So for
what it's worth, his feet are even more ticklish than earlier. And I
took advantage of the opportunity while we both still have a little bit
of energy left in us. Nemesis struggles on my bed laughing as I tickle
his massive feet. After a good long hour of barefoot tickling, our
playtime has come to an end. I gave Nemesis a long relieving break for he
needs to catch his breath. I went to fetch some clean wet towels from the
bathroom. And then I went back to my room. I clean my sticky seamen from
his feet. Nemesis watches me clean his feet and he is very pleased of the
massaging sensation. I lend over a few wet towels to him, so he can wipe
his own mess off of his body. After that endeavor, I help him off my bed.
Nemesis went to the bathroom, strips his pants off his legs and took a
nice long hot shower. I waited patiently in my room for a while, until
Nemesis is done using my shower. I turn to notice that he has walked out
of the bathroom and into my room. I can't seem to take my eyes off of
his body. Despite of the distorted tissue and multiple battle scars on
his torso, I have to admit that he looks really sexy in a towel. However,
there's just one problem. What is he going to wear now? I mean I don't
think I have any clothes that could fit him. Not the clothes I don't
wear anymore. And his black military commando trousers are a mess due to
his masturbation. So he's just gonna have to sleep nude for the time
being. Not that'll matter to him anyways for he is aware of the
unfortunate circumstances. I'll just have to wash his clothes and my
bedsheets first thing in the morning when I wake up. But in the meantime,
I'm going to have to quickly change my sheets and use my spare ones. As
I was making my bed to lie in, I gave a few spare covers and pillows to
Nemesis for we cannot share the same bed due to his monstrous height. Nor
can he sleep on couch in the living room. Luckily for him, I happen to
have a spare mattress to pull out from underneath the couch. So he can
sleep on that. But then again, I'm not sure if Nemesis sleeps. To my
understanding of B.O.W.s, I don't think he sleeps at all. Instead, he
just stands there in the living room, naked with the towel falling off
his bottom. I offered him to be comfortable and sit down on the couch,
but he silently declined.


"Okay then! Suit yourself." I complied, shrugging my shoulders.


Just in case if he wants to, I set the extra pillows and covers down by
the pullout mattress. Then I turn to head towards my bedroom. Then
suddenly, Nemesis turns to face me and utters his words.


"Goodnight." says Nemesis.


I turn around to face him after hearing him say something. Although I'm
surprised by this, but then I smiled softly.


"Goodnight, Nemesis." I said to the B.O.W. as I went inside my room.


Nemesis just stood there in the nude, in the living room throughout the
night. As for myself, I quickly change into my sleepwear. As I turn the
lights off in my room and turn the television, I cozied myself into my
bed. Not a minute long before I immediately fell fast asleep. Thus the
tale will continue on in the morning I wake, for I have plans for Nemesis
and the other masculine B.O.W.s in this personal erotica. So stay tune!


The End of Part One