"Hey, Brandon! Come on in, man!" Jackson greeted the tall gray wolf that stood on his porch.
"With these?" the canine asked and pointed down to his footwear, a pair of only just used cleats.
"Sure, sure!"
The wolf stepped in. "I hope coming here in these things will be worth it!" he grumbled. "I still can't believe you talked me into this..."
"Oh, it sure will!" Jackson confirmed as he led his friend into the living room, where Limon still waited.
With horror the small fox examined the vast canine. He was about the same height as Jackson, although not nearly as chubby. Instead he was rather muscular, with strong legs and a well-toned chest. Limon didn't really know what to do as his gaze met the wolf's sharp eyes, which surveyed him just as thoroughly.
Fortunately for him, Brandon spoke first, albeit to Jackson, "So... this is the fox you told me about? Care to show me, whether what you said is true?"
"With pleasure!" the bear laughed and then snapped his fingers. "Limon! Come here!"
The fennec did as ordered, although hesitantly, and stopped in front of the bear's thick gut. His whole appearance was shaped by submission and fear. His thin legs wobbled, tail tucked between them, and his ears were pressed to his skull. Nervously he fidgeted with his small hands and his head hung low intimidated, with his eyes trained to the ground where Jackson's paws rested.
"Lay down!" was the bear's next command.
But Limon hesitated. "B-but... you s-said... you wouldn't d-d..." he stammered, but was quickly interrupted by Jackson.
"I said, I might think about it!" he corrected. "And now lay down! I've made up my mind!"
Trembling anxiously, Limon obliged, though before he even could lay down completely, one of Jackson's paws already landed on his belly. Without restraint the bear stepped onto the tiny desert fox and mounted him with both paws. Limon squealed with pain as Jackson's paws crushed his chest and stomach. His gigantic soles almost covered his entire torso!
When Jackson lifted his left paw from Limon's chest, and thus let his entire weight sink into his flattened stomach, the fennec cried out in pain. Albeit only until the paw came down on his face to muffle his hoarse voice into a miserable whining. Most of the weight still rested on his belly, though the fox barely had enough strength left to tense his muscles, so the bear squashed his abdomen distressfully flat. It was pure torture!
"Limon, be a good fox and lick my paw!" Jackson ordered and slightly lifted his paw to let it hover over the fox's face. The nagging pain drove Limon's claws into the carpet, but he obeyed nonetheless and pressed his weak tongue against the bear's warm, supple sole. Jackson smiled. He knew that Limon wouldn't dare to refuse obedience to him in front of his guest. Speaking of which. "Well?" he asked the wolf, who was attentively observing the scene. "Did I promise you too much?"
Brandon was indeed surprised. "Wow! This little snip can stand quite a bit."
"Of course! I trained him well, after all. Isn't that right, Limon?" the bear asked while he forcefully twisted his paw on Limon's belly left and right.
Pain flooded his petty body and the fox reared up until his face was pressed against Jackson's hot, black sole. "Urgh... Gahk! Y-yes! Yes, Sir..." he stuttered with grit teeth.
"Alright, alright, I believe you!" Brandon laughed. "Enough with the show, I think you've worked him in long enough now. How about you give me a turn already?" A desire flashed up in his wolf eyes.
With a chuckle the bear stepped off of Limon's writhing body. "Go ahead!"
The fennec wheezed heavily, however didn't get a chance to catch his breath as the giant wolf loomed over him. Brandon stood next to his prostrated body, thus allowing Limon to take a closer look at the dangerous footwear. Ironically the yellow cleats matched nicely in color with Limon's golden-yellow fur. A shiver run down his spine when he noticed the menacing metal cleats that were designed to provide excellent grip on the court. Even though he hoped otherwise, Limon somehow knew that he would soon learn whether they had the same effect on a fox!
"P-please..." Limon begged with a shaky voice. "Please don't..."
But the gray wolf didn't listen to him. He lifted one leg and then gently lowered his paw to rest on Limon's stomach. Suddenly the fox felt some weight, not enough to hurt yet, but more than enough already to give the fennec a good idea of those rough cleats.
Limon's body trembled and his tail was tucked so far between his legs that it brushed the canine's shoe. He prayed that the wolf would have mercy with him, or that at least the pain wouldn't be as horrible as he imagined it to be. But then the small fox's body abruptly reared up with a shriek of pain as Brandon let him feel his entire weight. Driven by the huge canine's heft, the metal cleats sank deep into the fennec's already overworked belly and let him experience a pain that Jackson's broad soles simply weren't able to inflict. It was as if a series of knifes tried to pierce him!
Now the wolf put his other paw on Limon's chest and pushed him back down. "Stay put!" he said and then placed both feet side by side on the white belly of the fox. Slowly Brandon began to shift his weight from one paw to the other and back again to knead the boy's stomach below him.
"Hrmpf... Argh! S-s-sto... urgh..." Limon groaned while Brandon's cleats took turns to bore into his flesh. He raised his trembling hands and reached for the wolf's ankles, but his paws were relentlessly marching on with more and more vigor!
"Take your filthy hands off of me!" Brandon growled and spitefully drove his heel deep into the fennec's soft belly. Limon flinched with pain as the pointy cleats stirred his insides, but reluctantly lowered his arms to the ground. "Yeah, that's better! Just accept it," he added in a more content tone. "Just let me proceed and accept the pain!"
Limon's fingers clenched and writhed with the agony. Seeking help, he tried to focus his teary eyes on Jackson, but the bear just stood there and allowed Brandon to do whatever he wanted with the fox.
After a while Brandon began to work a wider area of Limon's body and also trod on his chest. The fox could hear his measly ribs creak under the wolf's heavy steps. Worse than the sound, though, was the pain! The hard, spiky cleats scraped over and dug themselves between his ribs wherever they would land. Limon's skin got bruised and strained so bad under them that he feared to receive some serious injury!
The fennec was close to tears already, but then the gray wolf finally came to a stop – With both paws standing on Limon's chest, of all things!
The enormous weight compressed the fox's ribcage and left him gasping for air, while the cleats unstoppably drilled themselves between his frail bones. Carefully he opened his fearful eyes and saw the wolf looking down on him with a stern face. Quickly he lowered his gaze and now found Brandon's black and yellow soccer cleats right in front of his nose. With horror he realized how far they had dented in his chest!
"Kiss them!" Limon suddenly heard the wolf say above him.
Utterly exhausted, Limon tried to crane up his neck. It hurt horribly, but he managed to bring his muzzle close to Brandon's yellow toecaps. With the last of his strength the fennec puckered his lips and endowed each of the noble sports shoes with a weak, weary kiss, before his head sank back to the ground with a pleading whimper.
Brandon laughed amused, "Man, I can't believe he's enjoying this!"
Jackson, though, affirmed this, "Oh yes, he's totally into this! I have him under my paws all the time!"
Limon was too weak to object. He barely realized what the two guys discussed.
This whole time Brandon remained standing on the fox's chest. He stood still and watched as the poor boy underneath his shoes ran out of air. His fightback got weaker and weaker with every passing second and the wolf savored every moment of it! This was the proper place for such a fox, he thought. On the ground, below his paws! According to his believes, wolves stood miles above this puny, pathetic excuse of the canine race!
While the fennec slowly, but surely reached his body's breaking point, his gasping dwindled into a weak wheezing as he ran out of air. His vision blurred and none of his muscles would move any more. It was the moment just before his complete break-down in which Brandon decided that he has had enough fun!
"Wretched fox..." the wolf sneered as he stepped off of Limon's motionless form with a dry laugh.
The desert fox remained lying and gasped for air. Gradually his senses returned. The two boys, meanwhile, didn't pay him any further attention. They got comfy on the couch, talked and played video games as if nothing happened. Limon was just happy to finally have a breather for a few moments at least. But of course this break was only of short duration!
"Hey, fox!" Jackson called from the couch. "Move your lazy ass and crawl over here!"
