We couldn't help but notice the way Elvis Presley's eyes were glued to the pages of the great book. Little did he know, his fate was sealed by the time we had snuck up on him. The two of us, Tickles and Morgana, had tied him up expertly, leaving him completely at our mercy.
The anticipation was palpable as we began our tickling assault. Starting with his knees, we watched as his body shook with laughter. It was clear that this was going to be an experience unlike any other. His laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls and making our hearts race with excitement.
As we worked our way up his body, we found new ticklish spots to explore. His sides, his underarms, his hips - every inch of him was sensitive to our touch. We couldn't help but marvel at the sheer volume of ticklish spots on this legendary performer. It was almost too much fun!
And then, of course, there were his feet. Oh, how they trembled under our touch. We took turns tickling his soles, his toes, and even the sensitive arches of his feet. His laughter turned into gasps for air as he struggled to contain himself. It was clear that this was going to be a legendary tickling session.
But the moment we had all been waiting for was yet to come - tickling the King's manhood. We took turns teasingly brushing our fingers against his sensitive skin, watching as his cock twitched in anticipation. When we finally started tickling his cock, he let out a moan that sent shivers down our spines. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, begging for release.
As the session came to an end, both of us were covered in sweat and panting heavily. But it was worth every second of the effort. Looking over at the trembling figure bound before us, we knew we had just written a new chapter in the legend of Elvis Presley - The King of Rock 'n' Roll, and now, the King of Tickling Brats.