— Never Show Your Weak Spots —
Robert woke up a bit dizzy. The last thin that the dog remembers is he was eating and somehow we fell asleep.
—Maybe somone put something strange on my food... — he though
Suddenly he noticed that he couldn't move. His arms were tied up behind his back and over his shoulders. His feet were locked into metal stocks, and his toes restrained with chains, so he could'n move anything of himself. A door opening sounded on the door. It was totally dark, with a little light over the helpless dog. A big muscled blue wolf walked into the room, around the Robert. He looked at him, smirking. Robert was wearing only his red boxers.
—Well, well... — talked the wolf — So you woke up huh?
—How are you?!. And why I'm here?!
—I think we could talk about it later, don't you?
The wolf sat on a chair, looking at Robert's feet. Then he took a sharp feather, and wiggle it on the air.
—W-wait!— exclaimed the dog— what you gonna do!?
—Don't worry, I won't hurt you
The wolf started to stroke the feather up and down over the right sole, making the dog struggle and giggle.
—H-hey hehehehehehehehahahahahahahahah s-stophohohohohohhahahahah
The wolf kept brushing his sole and his toes. The dog felts helpless as he couldn't move himself from his restrictions. Suddenly the Wolf took another feather and he tickled the other foot. Brushing along his soles and arches. Robert just laughed loudly, feeling the two feathers tickling his helpless sensitive feet.
—Well well... We have a ticklish puppy here!— he teased as he started to scratch his heels with the feather's quill
—P-pleasehehehehehahahahaha staphahahahahahahaha—he begged, leaning his ears back
—Aaaww... but why? We're having a lot of fun!
The wolf brushed the dog's toes, also under and between them, making him laugh again. After 10 minutes of tickling, the wolf put the feathers on a table and looked at the feet. Then he rubbed his soles, toes and arches, giving them a nice massage.
—See? I'm not as evil as you think
Robert didn't talk, looking nervous the wolf's hands touching his feet. The wolf leaned his head to the left foot, sniffing it with an evil smile.
—You have cute feet, puppy, let's see if they are tasty too...
—Wait wait wait nononononono!—he struggled harder, trying to scape
The wolf opened his mouth, letting his tongue slide across the sole up and down. Robert started to laugh uncontrollably as the wet warm tongue licked his sole slow and then faster. The dog blushed and cried, shaking his head crazy. The wolf licked his arch. Then he started to suck the restrained toes, licking between them and nibbling them. Then he did the same with the other foot. After they were totally covered of saliva, the wolf stared at the helpless dog.
—Hmmmm... what should I do now?
—R-relase me!— Robert begged
—Not yet. I'm a bit hungry
The wolf started to nibble his soles. Scratchin them with his teeth and giving soft and fast bites to them. Robert struggled harder, getting a bit angry as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
—Y-YOUHUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHA SON OF...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Suddenly the dog stopped, looking at the now tired dog.
—Was you about to insult me? That's a bad puppy...
He took a pair ot electric toothbrushes.
—I'll clean those wet feet, okay?
The dog didn't answer, making the wolf grin as he turned on the brushes, and started to dry the saliva of his feet. He brushed all the toes, the soles, the heels and the arches, but focusing on the soles and under the toes. Robert laughed loudly while his body started to sweat and his face turned totally red while crying and drooling of laugh. When the feet were totally dry, the turned red. The wolf left the chair, giving him a little rest while he was looking for something. After 12 minutes, the wolf came back to the chair, holding two paint brushes. Then he started to brush all the feet making the dog giggle again but feeling better.
—I think this is better than before, right?—he said as he brushed over the big toes
—P-pleasehehehehehehehe l-let me gohohohohohho—Robert begged again
—Just a few hours more
The wolf walked behing him with the chair, and sat over it.Then he put his claws into his pits and digged them a bit, making the dog jump and crack in a smile.
—Oh! So is the poor puppy ticklis here?
—s-shut up!—Robert exclaimed
The wolf started to wiggle his claws into the pits. Robert laughed and laughed while struggling. The dog started to cry and sweat again, making his pits more ticklish. Then the wolf put his nose into one of the armpits, sniffing the sweat. Suddenly he started to lick the pit, making him laugh loudly and crazy, while using his free hand to scratch his belly. The poor wolf suffered the scratching and licking for 45 minutes. Then he gave him a little break. The dog was red and tired. With tears on his cheeks and chin and panting. After 21 minutes of relaxing, the Wolf sat nex to him looking at his belly. Robert was too tired to talk, so the wolf leaned his head down and started to lick into his bellybutton, his tongue circling around and into the bellybutton, kaing him giggle loudly. After a few minutes, he walked to a table and took something.
—w-what is that?—Robert asked, scared
—People calls it “itching powder” But I like to call it “the worst thing you will feel”
The wolf put the powder over his feet and toes. The dog started to feel a strange thing on his sensitive feet, and all that he wanted was to scratch them.
—P-please! S-scratch them!
—As you wish...
He started to scratch the soles, making him laugh again but feeling a but of pleasure.
—S-STAPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
—Hmmm... I think I should stop. It's too late for now—he said as he rose
—Wait!—the dog exclaimed—Who the hell are you?!
—Oh right...
The wolf put some itching powder all over his feet, his pits, his ears and around his nostrils.
—My name is... Nathan
Nathan left the poor helpless dog suffering the itching for a long night, till the sweat cleaned the itching powder and he fell asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED?
