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A garish banner above the entrance read "The Magical Flea Circus of Doctor Pullix". Next to the entrance a restaurant's menu board with a poster on it advertised "The Other Flea Circus - After Dark! ADULTS ONLY! 11:45 Tonight!"
Luca stood before the tent. How had he ever agreed to this? It didn't matter - what's done was done. He moved the flap aside and entered.
"Good evening, visitor, but you are early for the-- Oh, it's you! Come in, come in!" the Doctor was already in his performance outfit. A purple suit and a black cape embroidered with little golden fleas. He wore a fancy dress tophat, a pair of cheap plastic goggles painted the color of brass glued on it. Pullix embraced Luca and kissed him on each cheek.
"Nice to see you too, Doctor."
Right. That was the reason he had agreed. Antonio. Or, "Doctor Ichabod Pullix, Master of the Fleas, Scratcher of the Backs." A handsome man if Luca had ever seen one. And seen him he had. Two or three times per week in his dingy trailer, the bed dangerously close to his flea-breeding laboratory.
Luca was dressed simpler than the Doctor. A bathrobe and a pair of flip flops.
"Let's not waste any time, then! The audience will be in any minute."
Luca nodded to the doctor and removed the bathrobe. Underneath it, he wore a thong swimsuit. Purple, matching the Doctor's suit color. He caught the Doctor staring at his body. And why wouldn't he? Luca's job here at the carnival was dancing. And not just any dancing - aerial silk. That meant training every day to maintain a perfect swimmer's physique.
"Like what you see?" Luca said.
"You know I do..."
It was Luca's turn to kiss him now. On the lips - and he guided the man's hand to cup the bulge in his swimsuit. This left Doctor Pullix a sweaty, blushing mess.
"Break a leg, Doctor."
Luca changed into another dressing gown. This one was silk, a lot more eyecatching with its intricate floral pattern. Doctor Pullix was at the tent entrance, greeting the gathered crowd.
"Ladies! Gentlemen! And all beyond and between! Welcome to the Other Flea Circus! Enough with the trickery of wires and rails! Tonight, we witness the fleas perform as they want to perform! The hunger for blood is the sole thing on these tiny vampires' minds! And feed them, we shall!"
The Doctor ushered the guests inside. A small crowd - eight people. His daytime shows usually gathered twice that.
There was a table set up in the middle of the tent. A slightly modified medical examination table covered in a luxurious white silk bedsheet. There were a few metal loops welded to the sides of it.
"We meet our top performer tonight!" Pullix approached Luca, taking him gently by the wrist. "Some say the bravest men in the world are those who dare face the lions and tigers! But I say..."
Pullix grabbed the sash of Luca's robe and pulled it loose. The robe hung open, revealing a glimpse of his chest, his toned abs, his thong and the bulge it covered. A few subdued gasps came from the audience.
"...I say that those who dare face off against the smallest beasts are braver! One can battle the lion and tiger, but there is no fighting back against a swarm!"
The Doctor eased the robe off his shoulders. Luca looked over the small crowd. Each guest had an identical black collar on - as did the Doctor. Flea collars?
Luca sat on the examination table. Doctor Pullix put a blindfold on him, a length of black silk. Next, he tied his ankles and wrists to the loops welded to the edge of the table.
"Good luck." He whispered into his ear.
"Now, honored guests, who will volunteer to introduce our performer to his stage partners?"
A few of the audience members raised their hands. Pullix picked one at random. A middle-aged woman, wearing a domino mask - was it for privacy or was she just getting into character?
"Miss! Will you please come and choose a container?"
The lady came on over to Pullix' side. He had set up a small table. It was covered in drinking glasses and bottles, each covered with a layer of paper with a pull tab. The containers bore a little tag each, stating a number and a price.
The woman in the domino mask choose a small shot glass. The label read "4 - $5".
"Perfect choice! As you volunteered to go first - yours is free." Doctor Pullix leaned in closer to her. "Turn the container over him and pull the tab."
He turned to the audience again.
"Remember, kind guests! You may not touch him unless he permits it."
The lady stood over the blindfolded, bound Luca. He could feel her presence as she watched over his body. He heard her breathing, the rustling of clothes following her movements. But he felt as if her gaze left an itching trail over him. And the show had not even started.
A subtle wave of air broke him out of it. The woman had lowered the shot glass over Luca's abs. She pulled the paper tab, and the covering ripped apart.
"And so our show begins!" Pullix said.
The guests gathered closely around Luca. Some brandished magnifying glasses. There, on his stomach, were four tiny black specs. The specs moved over his abs. Their pace was excruciating, a slow, slow crawl. A silence hung heavy in the air, until...
One of the fleas bit Luca. Just above his navel, at the apex of one of his abs. His body jerked. It had felt like a pinprick. A little moan left his lips, more of surprise than pain.
The audience clamored for Doctor Pullix. In no time at all, the table with the containers of fleas was empty. The professor stroked Luca on his foot and tucked away the profits in an inner pocket of his cloak.
"One at a time, please!"
The first wave of fleas had all taken a bite out of Luca now. A constellation of five red spots graced the pale skin of his belly. Two just over the waistband of his thong. One on the very edge of his bellybutton. One at the peak of his ab, and one off to the side, almost on his hip. The itches did not lag far behind. Luca instinctively tried to scratch himself, but the restraints of his wrists stopped it.
"You, sir!" Pullix said, waving toward a man who was leaning over Luca, inspecting the bugbite on the rim of his navel. "Would you like to release the second party of guests on our friend's body?"
The man nodded and stood. He had taken a bottle, this one with just two fleas in it. Pullix saw where the man was headed, and gently helped Luca spread his legs apart. The man placed the bottle down between Luca's thighs, opening turned toward his crotch, and pulled the tab. The two bugs left their glass prison quickly. Both crawled down underneath him. He felt an unpleasant tickle along his buttcrack, and then the sharp pinpricks of the fleas' bites.
This was a lot more startling than those bites on his stomach. Luca shook and gasped.
"Oh... That was low." Luca laughed softly. "Will somebody please scratch my stomach? You can hardly imagine how it feels..."
"Not yet, darling." said Pullix. "Scratching will come later in the show - and it costs extra"
The guests took their turns emptying their containers of fleas on Luca. Most aimed for his stomach and his chest. One of the women emptied her bottle of five fleas right into his hair. The bites on his scalp made him shiver with the sheer surprise of it. Worse yet, Pullix saw fit to irritate the itch by ruffling his hair. The fleas moved around on his body, too. Luca felt bites on the small of his back and between his shoulderblades, where his body arched to allow the insects invading him a gap to crawl into.
"Please, please, I am begging, Doctor Pullix... Let them scratch me."
"In due time, dear."
The Doctor pulled Luca's thong down, letting it hang around his knees. His bush was trimmed into a stylish triangular patch of hair.
"Have you ever had crabs, darling?"
"No, Doctor."
"How lucky. Your future partners might find a different surprise lurking in this gorgeous patch of hair, though."
Pullix stroked over Luca's cock. Despite the itching that burned on every part of his body, Luca was able to get hard. The Doctor knew how to get an erection out of him. It had gotten to the point where itching got Luca excited. He'd always end up with fleabites after a night in Doctor Pullix' bed. Never like this, though. He bit his lower lip at a familiar sensation. Pullix had slid a warm rubber ring over his cock, pulling it behind his balls with great care. He knew exactly which ring it was, too.
Now, the Doctor rounded up a few of the fleas from Luca's belly in his palm. He released the bugs all over Luca's crotch. The bites prompted the strongest reaction yet. Luca whimpered, whole body shaking as he tried to pull away from the table and the itchy torment.
"Soon, soon, darling! Guests, some space, please! You may leave your containers on the table while we move to the second act..."
Pullix released the bindings, first from Luca's ankles, then, his wrists.
"Don't. Scratch." he whispered into his ear.
It took all of Luca's focus to keep himself from digging his nails into his skin and scratching every single part of his body. He felt the fleabites throbbing, a deep pulsing itch. His most sensitive parts itched the worst. It was as if his cock, his balls, his ass crack and his neck had been set on fire. The majority of bites graced his stomach and his lower back but the itch there paled before those tender parts of his body.
Luca was shaking and sweating when Pullix tied him to two of the sturdy poles holding the tent up. He was naked save for the blindfold, skin covered in itching red bites. Fleas crawled all over the man. The audience surrounded him on every side. The fleas did not jump to the other people gathered here. The flea collars they wore acted as a powerful repellent.
"Please, everybody... I beg you. Scratch me. Scratch me everywhere."
"People, attention please! If you wish to join in the scratching, that will be a $50 charge!"
Every single audience member paid the 50. They descended on Luca, a flurry of sixteen groping, scratching hands. The hands moved hungrily, wishing to cover every little bit of the dancer's skin. The relief was intense. Luca could not think anymore. The only thing in his mind was the extreme ecstasy of relief. He tried to thank the people, but all he could manage now were low moans. Was he gonna cum? The thought flashed briefly through his mind. A new wave of pleasure washed over him and swept that thought away. One of the women had spread his ass cheeks apart and went for the bites hidden along his crack.
The rubber cock ring Pullix had put on Luca did its job. He did not finish during the scratching frenzy. Even when two of the male guests focused on scratching at his pubes and his cock at once. Even when that woman dragged her manicured nails across the throbbing bites in his crack. Even when Pullix had whispered "Excellent job." in his ear.
The audience members left soon after midnight. Doctor Pullix released Luca's wrists and ankles from the bindings. Luca, of course, immediately started to itch at himself, now mainly at his stomach. He breathed heavily.
"You are my best model yet, do you know that?"
"If you're buttering me up for another session... Forget it."
"There's a warm bath waiting for you in the back of the tent. It's gonna kill off your fleas and give some itch relief." Antonio spoke softly, out of his Doctor Pullix persona now.
"I'll be along soon. I need to get some bug spray in here. And when I get back." He stood before Luca. He reached around, scratched him on the ass. "I will be taking care of this."
Antonio dragged a single finger along the length of Luca's shaft. His fingernail followed the irregular pattern of fleabites on his cock. Luca bit his lips. He shivered as he fell to his knees and came, right on the tent's floor.