With a couple of weeks to go before he abandons the Babylonian throne, King Nebuchadnezzar's last forlorn attempt to pose as a peacemaker in the Fertile Crescent seems doomed to failure. After years of a so-called "peace process" in which Nebuchadnezzar claimed to be acting as a mediator, Akkadian leader Sargon said he was willing to consider the latest in a series of proposals put to him by the outgoing Desert king, but expressed serious reservations.

The Akkad raised three main objections to the proposals: The proposals made no provisions for a viable Akkadian state, without which there could be no lasting peace. By permitting them to keep the settlements they built in the Uruk and Narim-Sin in violation of Iron Circles Resolution, the proposals effectively rewarded the Babylon for their illegal colonization effort. And they denied the right of Akkadians exiled at the time of Babylon's birth to return to their homes, although this right is enshrined in the Iron Circles' Resolution II, adopted half a century earlier and reiterated every year since.

In an attempt to ease tensions between the two groups, Sumu Kish instructed a handful of young people at a Babylonian/Akkadian common courtyard a lesson they would never forget ... he taught them to get along. And they did this by tickling the hate out of them.

The experiment eventually led to a theory that helped thousands of young people overcome the hate. But it also condemned some of the youth in Kish's class to lives as outcasts and misfits with unreasonable fear of feathers and other objects of tickle torture.

A year later, the legendary tale of two young men ... one Babylonian and one Akkadian ... who unwittingly submitted to the experiment has been examined through an investigation by the Sennacherib village messengers which reported on their findings. Sumu Kish, then an eager student at The Temple of Carthage, is now Hammurabi Kish, a healer who lives in the Sennacherib area suburb of Tiglath Saba.

The experiment was designed by Kish's teacher, Master Adad Nineveh, who went on to become one of the desert nation's most prominent social activists.

Nineveh theorized that hate was not an inborn condition but something children learned from parents who reinforced them with preconceived notions. As children come into inevitable conflict with those repeatedly slandered in their minds, they could not help but to hate. He also knew that with the right reinforcement, the hate could be driven from them.

Results from the experiment Kish conducted for Nineveh from one month to the next seemed to prove his theory. The protocol was simple: young men of both Babylonian and Akkadian stock were kidnapped and administered tickle therapy …

Babylonian Naram Reiss was the sort of cold, detached eighteen-year-old who was known for his hate-filled rants against all things Akkadian. His tall, muscular frame went well with his piercing Hyksos-blue eyes and his full head of long brown hair. Persons often found themselves speechless with an unnamed attraction generated by the youth's mere presence.

Akkadian Pileser Amin was also very attractive with wavy black hair, but the main features had gotten him chosen were his very lean, muscular body, his well-shaped legs and thighs, and his protruding buttocks, the delight of anyone who appreciates such things about a young man. This eighteen-year-old was well known for violent physical clashes against Babylonian guard and the like.

Tiglath and Nineveh watched as one of the youths exited the rec room. "Ready my surrey for when I get Naram." Adad ordered. He got out of the surrey with surprising quickness for a man of his size. One hand held a rag, the other a small bottle of barbituates. As Naram approached his surrey, Adad grabbed him from behind, roughly placing the dampened rag over the eighteen-year-old's nose and mouth. Naram squirmed in Adad's massive arms, but the teacher had almost sixty pounds on the young Babylonian and Naram soon went limp in his arms.

Adad Nineveh nodded to Abe and the assistant started the chariot and drove over to where they were. Adad pushed Naram into the back of the surrey and then climbed in behind him. They repeated this process with eighteen-year-old Pileser Amin.

The kidnappers took off for the temple, both frightened and excited. Adad had a hard-on! Sumu was grinning from ear to ear. He knew he would only have one opportunity to grab each youth and it worked perfectly.

One young man, Adad, carried the limp bodies of Pileser and Naram into a secret room within the temple. Over the past few weeks, he and Kish had been preparing the room for their treatment. They had installed a re-reinforced door with several complicated locks. They'd had boarded up all the basement windows as well.

Two huge chairs sat in the middle of the room, with a harness and wrist and ankle straps attached to it. Each youth was strapped into these chairs where they eventually regained consciousness.

After Kish tugged off Pileser's sandals, the Akkadian youth didn't speak or offer resistance as the therapy strapped in his ankles--in fact the eighteen-year-old Semitic held his feet together cooperatively while the assistant bound them. With his hands already strapped, there was nothing left to do but submit.

Kish's hands roamed all over the eighteen-year-old's body. He liked the smoothness of the Akkadian youth's tanned skin, and--in all honesty--Pileser enjoyed the feel of the assistant's strong, massaging hands. Pileser lay on the chair looking up at one of the men who'd kidnapped him. Kish took the time to stroke the young Akkadian's thighs and calves while he lay there . . . on his back with his penis sticking up and waving shamelessly. Yes, the entire ordeal was getting the eighteen-year-old hot. Still, the thought of having certain parts of his body tickled terrified him.

"Please! Don't do this, master, Pleeeease!" Pileser cried out, wriggling and twisting uneasily. He watched Kish wet his lips and grin evilly. He begin to stroke the soles of both Pileser's bare feet. The Akkadian's youth heard his own sharp intake of breath as he tried to restrain himself, gritting his teeth. The assistant laughed aloud at his predicament. Here he had a young Akkadian bound, helpless and at his disposal . . . and he could either be merciful, or he could tickle his captive unconscious.

He chose the latter.

Kish tickled Pileser's naked soles unmercifully and, after a few minutes of listening to the Semitic youth's incomprehensible moans and pleading, he got Pileser to laughing loudly and uncontrollably. "Ha-ha-ha-hhhheeee. Don't . . . pl-please, master! St-stop it! Stop it! Ha-he-he-hey-no-no-nooo-oh, please! Ha-ha-ha-he-hey-he! Pleeeeeeeeeease!" Pileser's feet were so vulnerable and the assistant began tracing swirls and patterns with his nails to extract the utmost benefit from each stroke. While all this was going on, Master Adad Nineveh was indoctrinating the tickled youth an anti-hate oratory. And when he wasn't doing this, he was actually on the temple floor, sniffing the worn sandals Kish had pulled off the eighteen-year-old Semitic!

Naram Reiss, bound to the chair beside Pileser's, watched the Akkadian youth's tickle-torture session with a mixture of terror and engrossment. He was well aware that, once the teacher and his assistant were done with the Semitic youth, he himself would be dealt with.

To Pileser it seemed that his feet were feeling all the tickling torture in the world as Kish mercilessly attacked his soles . . . and his cock began to grow even harder than it already had been. In slow motion--while Kish tickled and tickled and tickled his feet--Pileser's penis continued to rise higher. Then suddenly there was Adad Nineveh's hands on him, pumping his cock up and down as Kish continued to tickle. And the Akkadian youth came . . . shooting his load hard . . . almost passing out . . . but struggling to hold on as he clung to the amazing sensations encompassing him. Pileser Amin screamed with mixed laughter and rapture. Kish persisted in tickling his feet as the youth spurted, driving Pileser into a fit of sinuous spasms and convulsions and wriggling and squirming and writhing . . . as much as the eighteen-year-old's bonds would allow. Kish worked the young man's right foot then moved over to his left. Pileser uttered growls of pleasure and that really turned Kish on.

He paused from tickling the Akkadian youth's feet in order to gently kiss each of the eighteen-year-old's toes and down his feet and around to his insteps. Pileser giggled and cooed like a happy baby. Kish then spread each of the youth's toes and licked and blew the tender spaces between them. He licked and kissed Pileser's feet, then caressed and massaged them. Laughing uproariously, the Akkadian youth threw his head back in shear cosmic bliss. He strained desperately at his constraints, gasping for breath between every jarring laugh. With Adad still pumping his cock, Pileser came again--feeling hot cum shoot up and splatter down upon his body just before he passed out cold.

Then the teacher and his assistant turned to the Babylonian youth strapped to the other chair and immediately relieved him of his malodorous sandals.

Without a pause the teacher and his assistant's fingers scraped up and down Naram's exceedingly sensitive bare soles, then they used a camelhair brush to attack the undersides of the young Babylonian’s toes. Naram desperately wriggled his toes and tried to refract his feet, but his ankles were strapped too securely. Adad and Kish alternated between using a feather and a camelhair brush and their own fingers. They inserted the brush's bristles between the Babylonian youth's well-shaped bare toes . . . and used the brush to graze over each toe individually. Naram's screams made their ears ring, but they were a joy to hear for both Adad Nineveh and Abe Kish.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheehee heeee heeee heeee heeee heeee heeee heee!!!!! Hahahahahohohohoheheheheha ha ha ha!!!" Naram shrieked. Except for his bare feet, the young Babylonian was still dressed.

"Whoa!" Adad said, staring down at their captive, as he used a scalpel to cut away the eighteen-year-old's leather sash. "This big-footed lad is even more ticklish than young Pileser!"

The Babylonian youth's face, chest, armpits and crotch were sweaty. And, surprisingly, his cock was engorged and throbbing in his trousers. So much so that this must have been causing him considerable discomfort as well. Adad and his assistant put the feathers and brush aside and attacked Naram's size fourteen feet with their fingers again. They moved our fingers in circles around his soles, then in crazy patterns. The young Babylonian screamed . . . and his cock throbbed and pulsated. There was clearly fire in his loins, and this fire grew hotter with each stroke of the camelhair brush and each scrape of the captor's fingers against the bottoms of his feet.

"Hee-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hahahahahaha-hehehehehehe!!!!" shrieked Naram as Adad and Kish attacked his bound feet with more vigor than ever before. "Please!!!!-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heese heee heese heese heese heese N-ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ha he he! N-No more!!!

Heheheheheheheheheheheheheha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Please!!!!-hee-hee- hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heese heee heese heese heese heese N-ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ha he he! N-No more!!!"

"Whoa!" Adad said, clamping a hand to his ear to protect it from Naram's extremely loud, screaming laughter.

Adad then retrieved the camelhair brush once again and began to scrape it between Naram's toes, then all over his feet--from his slightly rough heels, up his soles, down through his rather high arches and across the balls of his feet. Then he and his assistant both began the whole torture process all over again. Naram arched his back, screamed and ejaculated in his pants at the very moment Adad used the bristles of the camelhair brush to sketch an intensely hypersensitive path from the sole to the heel on the Babylonian youth's right foot . . . while Kish, simultaneously, plunged his hot, wet tongue into his captive's ear. Naram shrieked with a combidesert nation of shock and pleasure before losing consciousness.

Some time later…

Adad and Kish opened a door on the right and both captives dutifully entered a spacious room with a tiled ceiling and a two-way mirror. In the room was a floor covered with cushy bamboo mats and nothin else. Kish instructed the two captives to do whatever they felt like doing, then exited the room with Adad . . . locking Pileser and Naram inside.

As they stretched out on the large bamboo mats, their feet touched. Naram playfully rubbed his against his new friend's. Pileser responded in turn, tickling Naram's sole with his big toe. Naram giggled and responded by running his toes up along Pileser's calf and trying to tickle his instep with his other foot. Both youths glanced at each other and laughed. Getting up and laying in the opposite direction with his back to Naram, Pileser began to rub the sole of his right foot against Naram's. Naram quickly reciprocated, using his left foot against Pileser's left foot. The young men giggled and squirmed with their puerile fun.

Moving his foot in a circular motion, Pileser massaged the fleshy balls of Naram's right foot with his right large toe for a minute, and then slowly ran his toe along the sole, pausing to similarly massage his heel before moving up and running his toe in concentric circles along Naram's ankle. Naram followed his lead and did likewise with his left foot. It felt odd, having another man's bare feet rubbing against his ... yet it also felt very exciting. Naram had large feet, size fourteen, and Pileser's feet where a respectable size twelve. Both sets of feet were for the most part, smooth and hot.

Feeling daring, Naram used his long hair to stroke and tease Pileser's torso . . . then wrapped his tongue around the young Akkadian's tight nipple. He licked and sucked at the rosy nub as the Semitic youth writhed beneath him, then moved to give the second nipple equal treatment. This time, he grazed his teeth lightly over the sensitive bud, smiling as Pileser groaned.

Pileser gasped, arching his head back as Naram began to kiss a path down his body. He bit back a cry of pleasure as the young Babylonian raked his fingernails down the sensitive skin of his stomach. He couldn't hold back a short yelp as he felt the hot, wet tongue dip into his navel.

Naram kissed and licked at Pileser's navel as the hard stomach muscles trembled beneath his lips. He grinned as he reached down to let his fingertips dance over Pileser's lower belly.

Feeling the need to try some things on his own, Pileser snuggled a bit farther up on the mat and began to run his right foot along the back of Naram's calf, following the curvature of his calf as it curved outward, and then following the curvature to the hollow at the back of his leg behind the knee. Naram squirmed. Pileser's foot felt so soft and so hot, and the firm but gentle massage felt awesome. Naram hoped that Pileser was feeling as good as he copied the young Babylonian with his left foot.

Pileser's foot moved on, massaging the fleshy back of Naram's thigh. It tickled a bit and Naram laughed as he did the same to Pileser. He could hear the young Akkadian giggle also, a sincere boyish laugh of pleasure and growing excitement. He had to be feeling the same as Naram was, and Naram was delighted Pileser was feeling the same way. As he felt the eighteen-year-old Akkadian's strong toes and the silk-smooth sole of his foot massaging the upper back of this thigh, a strange sensation passed over him. It was sort of like the feeling he had before playing his harp for the king--sort of a tense feeling of anticipation. This feeling, though, was not in his stomach, but rather was a more general feeling that affected his entire body, and it was much more powerful. He'd never felt anything like it before, and he had difficulty describing it. All he knew was that the sensation got them both so excited that they came at the same time--simultaneously erupting with bursts of milky semen.

Pileser roared with laughter and wigwagged his toes teasingly at Naram. "Do it again!" he cried. Neither youth showed the other a modicum of gentleness, and indeed neither youth wanted gentleness. Naram and Pileser chewed the toes on each other's feet, then sucked them as they tickled each other's soles, good and hard!  And this was only the beginning!

To be continued…