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Hello! This is the first official story featuring my dragonsona Dan! You have chosen the Edited Tickle-Only Edition, which is exactly what it says on the tin. However I must still warn readers that as this is my dragonsona's origin story, it has been written to essentially appeal to myself first and foremost and thus contains maybe more intense and sadistic depictions of tickle torture than you may be used to (although if you are a reader of things like Claw House then you will know what to expect). It is also 90% paw/foot-fetish themed, although it does contain some (very exciting, if I do say so myself) snippets of upper-body tickling also. Do also note that this version still retains several scenes of non-sexual violence, including bloody injury, and threats of some of the more sadistic things (Difference is, in this version they dont happen :c) Approach with caution, but rest assured this is the shorter, safer version of the story. People who are more perverted and into the pain side of things can look for the Extended Explicit Edition in my gallery (on FurAffinity). Tickle-only fans, though, should happily read on!
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It had been almost four hours since the young blue dragon had set off on his hiking journey, but Dan was still as energetic as he had been at the beginning. Often a long walker, he had been planning this particular walk for a few days: Going from his home town to the big city via a long woodland path. He estimated that it would take around eight to ten hours, but he was going at his own pace, confident that he was able to walk that distance as long as he took regular breaks. Luckily, he was going to spend the weekend in the city, and have some fun time to himself, so it would surely all be worth any problems he comes across on the hike.
The dragons in Dan's area normally wore no clothes at all, using simply their scales for coverage, however he himself was always seen wearing a set of sandals on his big feet. He claimed this was to protect him from any injury that may occur from painful ground, and that may very well have contributed to the reasoning, but really, it was because the soles of his feet were much more sensitive than any other dragon he knew, and even walking on carpet made them tingle. Slightly ashamed about such a weakness, he was happy to wear these brown sandals, allowing him to still have some freedom with his feet whilst not actually having to walk barefoot everywhere. Dragons in the big city often wore boots – Dan wondered how they even managed to walk in those. Of course, most dragons would not walk the distances that Dan walked, but most dragons could fly easily. Dan on the other hand could only hover a little, despite his large wings, and the only flying he ever did was when he got tripped over by rude kids in school.
Sitting down on a rock and rummaging through the rucksack he had brought with him, Dan saw that he was making good time, however as he pawed the bag deeper, he realised he had a slight problem. Picking up an unusually empty water bottle, with more liquid dripping from the outside of it than inside, he noticed that his water supply had completely leaked, leaving the rest of the bag dripping wet with very little left for him to drink. Although he was sure he could survive another few hours, the sun was shining extremely brightly, unusual for the often rainy area, and he was already feeling paranoid with a dry mouth. He would end up worrying about dehydration, so he had to get active and seek out some water wherever he could find it.
Wandering around, the dragon kept an eye out for any ponds or other water sources near his path. While there were definitely a few dotted around, they all seemed to have very dirty or contaminated water, so they were of no use. About 30 minutes passed and the sun seemed to be getting even hotter, the dragons mouth becoming even dryer, and there seemed to be even less water around. He briefly sped up to try and get to the city quicker before realising that was a completely stupid idea and would make him more dehydrated.
A few minutes later on his trail, he was faced with a muddy hill with a steep edge to it. It looked like it was quite a drop if he was to fall off-trail, and it was these situations that highlighted to him the disadvantage of the sandals – they may help him out when hiking on even ground, but when he has to carefully traverse narrow hills they offered virtually zero grip on the terrain, particularly when muddy. Taking steps very slowly, he made his way forward up the steep muddy hill, keeping his balance so as to not fall into the bushes that were to the left and right of him – and whatever steep drop was below those. The slow speed did absolutely nothing to help him, and he soon found himself slipping. When out hiking on dangerous ground, it is always important for the person to be calm, composed, and fully aware of their surroundings, and they will always be able to recover from a situation like this. Unfortunately, Dan was only usually up to one of these about 5% of the time. And this was definitely a 95% situation. Opening his eyes wide and flailing his arms about madly as if that would help him regain balance, he felt himself involuntarily tilt to the left side, his sandals easily slipping through the wet dirt, and before he knew it he was head first into the greenery of the woods.
Shouting in frustration with every hit, the tall dragon bounced through the bushes and branches in a steep diagonal line, for what felt to him like 5 minutes at least. It was certainly a very steep drop – and if he wasn’t constantly being thwacked in the nose by twigs, Dan would have been very anxious about how he was to find his planned path through the woods again. One thing did trigger his anxiety during his fall, and that was the feeling of the sandal on his right foot catching on a branch and being tugged off as he fell. That's just what he needed – lost, in pain and with only one sandal. Maybe he could work out a way of sharing one sandal between two feet? Or maybe that was just him having very dumb thoughts again? Probably the latter. Dan landed in some dry dirt eventually – luckily, the bushes had broken his fall a lot so he had no injuries, other than some light marks and scratches and a very, very sore nose. Getting back on to his feet, and feeling the cold dirt on his one bare foot, he looked over himself and happily giggled as he noticed he had made it out without any visible markings, or even much dirt on him. But his happiness did not quite end there – Dan looked up and saw something he had never come across in these woods before – a cabin!
Not just any cabin either, a huge wooden cabin, complete with glass windows and a chimney and everything – this wasn't some horror movie cliché rickety thing, this was clearly someone's residence. Maybe they would know how to get to the city easier, or maybe they would have some water for him! Wasting no time, Dan made his way forward to the cabin's door. He would normally be nervous about knocking on strangers' doors, but he had to face it – he could either speak to whoever lived here or he could panic and run around in circles about getting lost and never being found again.
Knocking three times, Dan clearly heard movement inside the house. Knowing that somebody was definitely in, he composed himself and put on a serious face, rather than the odd-looking mixture of anxiety and glee he had been seconds before, and waited for the door to open, which happened ten seconds later...
“Hello? How can I help?”
Dan looked over the figure that had just answered the door. He was expecting a fairly old dragon to appear, maybe quite short, but this person was anything but. Dark grey all over, he looked about late-20s, early-30s, only about ten years older than Dan, and he was very masculine and buff in appearance. Compared to the fairly thin and weedy blue dragon at his door, this man had clearly worked out a lot. He was wearing a white vest, which really brought out his muscles, and some black shorts, with a long thick tail poking out of them, just underneath a pair of large grey wings. Dan quickly realised he was being rude by staring, and responded.
“Uh...Hi! I've, uh...had a little bit of an accident that has thrown me off-route, and, uh, I was wondering if you could tell me where to go for the quickest route into the city?”
The buff dragon looked over Dan for a few seconds – he was clearly from the nearby town, due to his lack of clothing, and he could certainly see that something had happened to him, given the reddened marks and scratches he had sustained from his fall. Most noticeably, his gaze went down to Dan's feet for a while – staring at his single sandal and his bare foot for a good few seconds. A very slight smirk appeared on his face, but this went unnoticed by Dan.
“Unf, you certainly do look like you’ve been in an accident. Had a bit of a fall?”
“Y-yeah... A bit...”
“And I assume...you had two sandals when you began walking?” He replied, giggling a little.
“Yeah, er, one of them came off in the bush, also my rucksack got a little wrecked too but my water bottle ran out anyway so it was no use and I was trying to find some water somewhere but that ended up taking me up that hill and I-”
“Woah, woah, OK...” The bigger dragon interrupted, “Look, you can come into my cabin for a bit if you like? I can get you a glass of water and a new map, and most importantly you can chill out for a bit before you set back off – the city is still a good five hours walk from here...”
“Oh, really?” Dan was taken aback by the offer, not expecting to be invited in, “If im not being an intrusion, of course, I'd love a glass of water!”
The bigger dragon smiled and stood aside, gesturing for Dan to enter. Immediately upon strolling in, Dan could see that the place had been completely kitted out as if it was a house – complete with mini living room area with a sofa and TV, a kitchen with oven, microwave and hob, a small single bed in the corner and a large dining table in the centre. Something did definitely catch Dan's eye just next to the entrance – there seemed to be a small doorway in the floor, almost as if it was leading to a passage underground or something. But for now he was just focused on getting a drink and some rest, so he took a seat at the table.
“By the way, you can call me Demitri. Your name is...?”
“Oh, Dan! Well, full name is Daniel, obviously, but...that sounds too nerdy...” Dan replied, fully accepting the fact his nerdy name annoyingly fits him perfectly. “I dont think ive met many Demitris before...”
“It's an uncommon name around these parts for sure...so you are a small town dragon then?”
“Yeah, I've always lived in Falsord just out of this big woodland – it's a small town but its pretty nice. How about you, have you always lived in the middle of the woods?”
“Actually this is just a little side home I had built a few years ago, when I came into some money. I live in the city, but I like to come here for a little privacy and comfort. The city is loud, you know? Sometimes you just want to get away from it all...”
“Yeah, of course!” Dan replied. Another dragon who wanted to be alone all the time? And who is rather attractive at the same time? Jackpot! He became much more comfortable and less anxious as he continued replying. “Even in my town sometimes it gets too much. I'm...not too good socially, so that's why I like to come on long walks.”
“Long walks are always good. I have to say, I haven't seen a dragon wearing sandals in a long time... usually its either boots or nothing at all...”
Dan was unphased by the interest the cabin owner had in his footwear, and happily explained to him, having grown confident that he is successfully befriending the older dragon, “Well...other dragons in my town usually wear nothing at all, including footwear, but, er...my feet are a lot softer and more sensitive than a lot of other dragons'... I wear these sandals to protect my feet from anything that will make them uncomfortable – which is...everything. Ooh, hey, is that a camcorder on the table?”
Dan, being giddy and distracted by the camera he spotted, was far too naïve to notice Demitri's expressions upon explaining the sensitivity of his feet. That dragon was even giddier than Dan was, his eyes lighting up as he glanced at the younger blue paws once more. Although originally on his way back to the table holding a glass of water, he quickly turned back round and seemed to mess with the water a little, talking back to Dan the whole time.
“Oh, yeah! I like to make some... videos in my spare time, and this is the best place to do them! You know no one is going to come and...interrupt, you know?” Demitri replied, covering the glass of water up with his body.
“Definitely! I'm a bit of a film buff myself, actually, that's the whole reason I'm heading into the city! There is that new art house cinema opening, Abode, and they are putting on a showing of one of my favourite movies from an original 35mm print! So I saved up and booked a place to stay for the weekend for it. Hopefully I'll get there in time to check in, hehe!” Dan joked.
“I'm sure you will...” Demitri walked back to the table with two glasses of water in his paws. Placing them down, he also pulled out a small map from a drawer under the table. “Actually I think the hotels are right near the end of the forest, so you shouldn’t actually have too long to walk to find them!”
“Ooh, great!” Dan took his first sip of the water, as he looked at the map. A path had been clearly marked from the cabin through a fairly easy looking straight line to the city, the destination marked as a building close to the centre. “What's that place there?”
“Don't mind that, that is just the office of one of my associates – he gave me a few of these maps to use in an emergency in case I ever had to make my own way back, but I can give you one. Once you get into the city you can just check the signs for where you need to go.”
“Mmhm!” Dan mumbled in approval, taking a larger swig of the water. “Cool! Thanks a lot, sir, I dunno what I would have done if I hadn’t found you! If you dont mind me asking, what kind of stuff do you film?”
Demitri visibly hesitated in answering that question, as if he had forgotten his own work. “Oh, errrrrr.......nothing special or anything, I haven’t produced any short films or anything like that....just some, experiments with video... working out different camera angles, trying out some lighting and setting ideas, you know, just practice really. I've got a long way to go before I become a moneymaker!”
“Hey, you never know!” Dan replied, taking another swig. A headache began to appear, but he put it down to overcoming dehydration. “I haven’t filmed much myself...never really had the money for a camcorder to be honest...”
“Well, if I ever do make my own film I'll be sure to offer you a part!” Demitri joked. Both dragons shared a giggly smile at each other.
Dan was very happy with Demitri, he had not often socialised and so making new friends was always something special for him. However he did feel anxious, and he began to experience several other symptoms that he put down to anxiety. He began to feel extremely faint, his headache had gotten worse rapidly, and he struggled to swallow the final gulp of his water.
“Ooh....I'm sorry, I don't feel so good...” Dan said, “Normally my anxiety isn't quite this bad...”
“It's alright Dan, it will pass in barely a minute, trust me...I've had stuff like that before...”
“OK...” Dan was confused as to how all of these sudden symptoms could pass in no time at all, and his speech began to become slow and slurred. He felt like he was about to pass out. “But...I didn’t even tell you what I was feeling...like...”
“Just stay calm, relax, for as long as you have to...I'm sure you can always have a longer stay than you first planned...” Demitri replied. Dan could notice that something was different about him as he said that. His friendly smile took on a much more sinister, devious quality, and even the tone in which he said it sounded a little teasing. His actual anxiety began to reappear, but he was getting closer to losing consciousness.
“........”
He couldn't reply. He could barely open his mouth before he had passed out completely in the chair. And it was only a few seconds later, that Demitri opened up his underground hatch...
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Dan did not stay unconscious for very long at all. Only about 20 minutes or so. But his circumstances had completely changed... Upon waking up, he felt a little delirious, still faint although rapidly recovering, and he felt very heavy, particularly his legs. His vision took a while to unblur, but he could tell that he was lying down. Not on very comfortable ground, mind, but he had at least been lay down. He started to become confident that Demitri was taking care of him – for about a couple of seconds, before he noticed that something was very, very wrong indeed.
Pulling on his own arms and legs, he realised that he could in no way move them. His arms were stretched out straight atop his head, and were tied via tight rope to a metal bar sticking out of the ground. His legs on the other hand, were also tied with rope, but hanging from the ceiling and suspended high in the air. His feet were pointing straight up, a noticeable breeze playing across the foot without a sandal. Looking past his own feet, he could see the camera from before – on top of a tripod, seemingly pointed directly at his suspended feet and with a bright red recording light showing. Before Dan could process any of this, he saw Demitri approach him from behind the camera, the devious smirk remaining on his face.
“Uh...Ah!! Sir...Demitri!! Uhh, what the hell is this? Is this position going to make me recover quicker or something?!!?” Dan was panicked, but tried his best to refrain from getting angry.
“Silly boy...” Demitri replied, “I'm giving you the chance to find out what my videos consist of...”
“You said they were just experiments!”
“I'll be honest with you, Dan, but only because you seem like such a nice boy. The reason this cabin exists, and the reason im out here today, is because I have clients who come, or are sent, to me, to take part in video projects that require the utmost privacy. Unfortunately, the dragon being taken here this morning managed to go off-route... maybe he is going the same way you came...”
“What does that have to do with me?? I'm really sorry, but I dont have the time to stay here! Please untie me!”
“I'm afraid I must give my superiors some evidence of work before I return – you may be the only chance I get, and you have some...very perfect feet for it...”
“Wh-wha?! Perfect feet? What are these videos!!??”
“A lot of people online like looking at other dragon's feet, you know. Preferably young but big and plump feet. I like to go for the males myself... And in particular, they like to see young, plump dragon feet being put to the test...” Demitri then walked forward and slipped of Dan's remaining sandal, leaving both of his blue feet bare and vulnerable.
“Test? What test? Oh god, please don't take my other sandal, please please please...”
“Quiet! Look at these big feet of yours...it's criminal that you keep them behind these disgraceful sandals...” Demitri uses one of his handpaws to gently fondle Dan's right foot, moving his thumb into the arch, which immediately makes Dan emit a very soft moan of pleasure at the sensation. After a few seconds, Dan suddenly feels the soothing rub turn into a warm, moist tingle. Demitri has put his tongue out and ran it across his sole slowly.
“Ahhhh!!! Stop that, stop that, stop that! Ah, it feels so weird!” Dan shouts, recovering from the sudden lick to his foot, “OK, I dunno what the frigging hell you are planning, but when you tie me up and start licking my feet like some kind of perv freak then I get angry!”
The perverted dragon giggles at the cute sight of Dan trying to be tough. “You'll be begging me to lick your soles at the end of our little session, young dragon.” Looking over a desk, he picks up a large, white feather, one about Dan's foot size, and twirls it in his fingers. Much to his chagrin, Dan is unable to see any of the other tools on the desk from his position, but he certainly knew what that feather was going to be used for...
“...! Oh no, please don't tickle my feet! I'll do anything, I wont tell anybody, trust me, I wanna help you out! Just please, I know that feather will tickle so much!”
“Beautiful...” Demitri said, approaching Dan's bound bare feet with the threatening feather. “A good round of teasing to warm your feet up a little...” Very slowly, and with Dan still pleading, he lowers the feather to just near Dan's toes, and places it against them. With the fibres only lightly making contact with the foot, he strokes the feather downwards, sending a chill and a tingle through Dan's foot and leg, and making him giggle immediately and blush. The feather travels down one foot, and across to the other, stroking upwards this time until he playfully wiggles it against Dan's clenching toes for a few seconds. The poor young dragon is already squirming and giggling.
“I'm getting all this on camera...” The tormentor says, gently teasing Dan's soles a little more “I can already tell people are going to pay big money to see this video – and im going to make it a real full-length epic...”
Feeling the sensations of the light feather on his poor sensitive feet, Dan knew that there was no easy way out for him. Every humiliating move of his was being recorded...and it was only the start of what was obviously going to be a very long session. There was no other way of admitting it to himself – he was being held captive and tortured. The intense tickle torture of his vulnerable, sensitive bare feet had just begun...
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Five minutes later, the feather was still exploring his foot – but now the torturer had picked up another identical feather, which was now stroking his other foot. Dan had felt foot tickles before, for sure. That was the main reason he was shy about being barefoot after all. In the past, even taking a barefoot walk along grass had made him blush and giggle like a ticklish ball of scales, which was what made him adopt his trademark sandals from that point on. The idea of being barefoot was very humiliating for him, due to his sensitivity. But now he hadn't even been slightly eased in. As a child, there was one incident which always stuck in his mind, in which a group of bullies at his school had found out about why he wears sandals, and took advantage of it during a game of Truth and Dare. They had dared him to remove his sandals and walk barefoot along a path of rocks. Being young and nervous, and worried about losing his peers' respect, Dan did exactly that, baring his sensitive feet and slowly walking across the uncomfortable path the cruel children had set out for him. Whining, struggling and hopping as he felt rocks torment his bare soles, he abandoned the walk after just around ten steps – which resulted in said bullies confiscating his sandals and making him walk barefoot all day. Dan had considered it the most embarrassing day of his life – well, until today. Now he was fully restrained, barefoot, with someone who seemed very intent on exploiting his biggest weakness. The feathers were merciless
“Have you had your feet tickled much before, boy?” Demitri asked.
“Hehehe..nohohoohoho...i haveehehehehent!!”
“Ooh, a new experience then. I love getting a pair of untrained feet in my grasp. Your first foot tickling shall definitely be one to remember. Feel these feathers on them...”
Dan did certainly not need to be told to feel the feathers – he didn’t have a choice other than accept the teasing tickles being administered to his big helpless feet. He had a particularly lively set of toes on him, they were wiggling all over the place and switching between spreading and curling every few seconds. He certainly preferred to be curling them, since spreading them allowed Demitri to swipe the feather between them, which always without fail resulted in a cute, high pitched yelp from Dan's muzzle. Luckily, after almost an hour of constant stroking from the feathers against his soles, the tickling ceased and Dan was able to rub his poor feet together to soothe the tingling in his wiggly toes.
“Did you enjoy that, hmm?”
“...N..No! Oh god, it tickled so much!!”
“Hehe, you think so? Well, if you thought the feather was a good tool, you'll definitely enjoy this next one...”
“Wh...what is the next one?” Dan enquired, although he got his answer a matter of seconds later when he saw his captor picking up a long bristled hairbrush with a thick wooden handle.
“A nice big brush for you... These give a very different sensation than a feather. The feather only gave light tingles to your soles. A brush, well, it is certainly a more active method of foot torture, specifically for dragons with particularly soft and smooth soles. By the way, I love the light blue colour...they look so much softer than the tops...” Dan might have felt complimented if he wasn't in the middle of being tortured.
“Ah, they are softer! Thats why it tickles! Please, I wont be able to handle a brush, you can use the feather more if you want!”
“A good torture session always needs a little escalation in intensity...” Demitri placed the brush against Dan's arches, “Don't worry, I can start slow...”
Dan gritted his teeth as he felt the brush make contact and begin slowly teasing his soles. It didn’t take long for said tease to become a very firm tickle, as the bristles stroked, caressed and attacked his increasingly sensitive and tender soles.
“Nohohohohohohoh!!! Pleahahahahahase!!!”
“Please what? Brush your toes? Gladly!”
Dan's toes were slightly more sensitive than his soles, and so his laughter was accompanied by very frantic wiggling and squirming as he felt his plump piggies get rubbed by the bristles. Soon the tickling became a much more consistent vertical brushing up and down his soles and toes. He clenched his feet up tightly and curled his toes inwards.
“Come on now, be a good little ticklee and spread those feet out!” The brushing then became so fast and hard that it was impossible for Dan to not do as he was told. His feet automatically separated and his toes splayed widely. He didn't want to, of course, because it felt as if he was offering his sensitive feet to his tickler – exactly what they wanted.
The chamber filled with loud laughter as his poor light-blue scaly soles were scraped and tormented by the brush, for even longer than the feather had gone on for. When it came to an end, he even spent a good couple of minutes receiving single teasing swipes across his soles – always just when he thought it had finally finished.
Dan still lightly giggled as his poor feet were left tingling so much by the brush... of course, he was fully aware that was not the end...
“Now for my favourite tool, hehe...” He said, picking up a single metal pinwheel which twinkled in the light.
“Oh no, please not that, I've had enough!”
“You don't decide that, Dan...” He approached his feet with the menacing pinwheel. “I hope you are ready to feel this, it is rather intense...”
Dan braced himself and tensed all of his muscles up as the pinwheel was slowly lowered to his right foot.... But even that wasn't enough to prepare him for how it felt. The most tingly, uncomfortable sensation he had ever felt surged through his foot as soon as the pinwheel made contact with his heel, resulting in a very loud yelp of surprise followed by a cute giggle, at a higher pitch than before.
“Aww, how does that feel?” Demitri asks before beginning to slowly roll the pins upward along Dan's soft tortured foot sole, sending him into a fit of giggling and squirming.
“ARRHAAHAHAHHA-STOAHAHAHAHPPP!! PLEAHAHAHAHAHSE!!” He shouted, a plea which was met with a continuous rolling of the evil pinwheel across his sole. Up and down, up and down, sending sensations he had never even thought possible flying through his foot and even up his leg. Soon he felt the wheel being rolled across his other sole too, a little quicker and more firmly, briefly creating a light indent in his smooth soles as it travelled up and down. His toes were also targeted, and feeling the pins roll across them was what really made him yell loudly in laughter. Curling them made the pins hurt him slightly, so all he could do was spread them wide and wiggle them, almost inviting Demitri to work that wheel right between his plump ticklish toes.
“Such a beautiful tool, the pinwheel.” Demitri taunted, although Dan could only just barely hear him over his own laughter. “It can send such a powerful tickle through even the toughest pair of bare dragon soles. With weakling feet such as yours, it can be a barefoot dragon's worst enemy...”
As the pinwheel continued to travel across his poor soles, the sensations on Dan's wrists began to change slightly. They were straining up to this point, but now Dan could seemingly move them freely – lifting them up before quickly placing them back down before Demitri could notice. The rope had obviously come loose and unravelled, leaving his wrists completely free. The urge to try and leap up and free his feet as quickly as possible – and get them away from that damn pinwheel that was causing him so much tickly discomfort – was incredible, but he knew he would be able to reach and his captor would kick his ass and tie him back up within seconds. He had to withstand that pinwheel some more – much to his horror...
It felt like it was rolling on him for about an hour – and Dan had to stop himself from squirming his hands too much throughout the entire time. His toes remained very vibrant indeed though, curling and squirming all over the place as his soft soles were tormented by the prickly pins. When the wheel finally ceased its torturous rolling, Dan knew that this was it – his time to escape once and for all. Demitri walked towards him, obviously intending to taunt and humiliate him a little more between tools again – but Dan didn't let him say a word. As soon as he was within a good distance, Dan lunged forward and pushed his captor as hard as he could, launching him into the wall of the dungeon. His pulse raced as he rapidly reached to the ropes around his feet and used his claws to cut through them, before he got up and began running like there was no tomorrow. But he wasn't anywhere near safety yet...
“OI!!! GET BACK HERE NOW!!” Demitri shouted angrily as he stood back up, and began chasing after Dan as he saw him run out of the cabin. Dan ran for his life, faster than he had ever ran before, but he was so focused on escaping the restraints, he hadn't taken into account his biggest obstacles – the rough, painful ground of the woods, and his complete lack of footwear. Upon leaving the warm wood floor of the cabin, pointy twigs and stones dug themselves into Dan's bare feet as he ran away, slowing him down tremendously as he stumbled and moaned. Demitri gained ground very quickly.
He didn't even look back. The pain caused by running barefoot through the woods was completely ruining his chance of escape, but he wasn't going to give up. He ran and ran, yelping every few seconds as he felt a new stone strike his soft soles. But he was getting slower, and soon, he could see Demitri's feet approach the ground barely a metre behind him. He kept running, but he had resigned himself to his fate – he was about to be re-captured. He had basically surrendered in his own mind, as he felt his stronger captor grab the scruff of his neck.
“Got you, you little scrawny piece of-”
Dan didn't hear the bad language from his captor – because he felt his fist knock him unconscious just beforehand.
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Upon regaining consciousness, the poor blue dragon could tell he had made a mistake – a very grave mistake. Now feeling the discomfort of cold metal chains around his wrists, which had been attached to the block of wood he was sat on, his legs were held tightly by a set of thick wooden stocks. Allowing almost no movement at all, he felt more restricted and vulnerable than ever before – and that wasn't even the worst part. Oh no, the worst part was how vulnerable his feet felt. Each of his toes had a metal ring placed around it, which had been attached to the top of the wooden stocks as tight as they could go – pulling his poor tender toes back forcefully and leaving his light blue, extremely sensitive soles as stretched as they could go, and unable to move even an inch.
“Well, well, woken up have we?”
“... Please...Demitri, sir....i beg you, im sorry...please don't...”
“Shut up!” Demitri shouted forcefully. He had a very odd contraption next to him on the desk, along with his usual implements of torture. “You cross me like that, you REALLY suffer as punishment...”
“I’m sorry, I panicked, please, whatever it is you are going to do, I can do anything to make you not do it!”
“Too late, Dan.... I know exactly what I want to see...” The captor replied, picking up a ball gag and slowly wrapping it around Dan's squirming head. “And I think I'm going to make you shut up for the remainder...”
“Mmmrphprrrphh!!!” Dan tried to shout through his new large, tight ball gag.
His captor then picked up a pinwheel – not the same one from before however, but a much larger one. One that had a total of five different wheels all lined up next to each other. It was almost like a mini prickly rolling pin, rather than a pinwheel. He approached Dan's bound soles.
“You suffered a lot under the single pinwheel. Now get a load of this...”
He pressed the pinwheel very hard and firmly into Dan's left heel, and began to slowly roll it upwards. Dan immediately yelled loudly into his ball gag. He couldn't comprehend how something could cause such sensations – the evil tool rolling and pricking his helplessly bound, stretched, smooth foot. He arched his back as he laughed and yelped, it was so intense for him.
“Such soft, smooth, ticklish soles...” His captor teased, as he picked up an identical pinwheel and began to roll it against Dan's other sole. That was it, Dan was now in full hysterics through his gag, his toes straining to curl but failing in the metal restraints. The tickly pinwheels rolled smoothly as they pressed firmly and mercilessly into his ultra-soft, defenceless bare feet. They rolled on his feet for 30 minutes – enough to make sure they were slightly reddened, ultra-sensitive – and had felt just a little taste of what was planned for them.
After dropping the pinwheels, Demitri picked up the odd machine from the desk, and placed it in front of Dan's stocked feet. The device seemed to have a large circular brush-like buffer at the front of it, along with some smaller circular brushes as attachments at the top. He spent a few minutes adjusting the machine, placing the larger buffer firmly on the centre of Dan's stretched soles, and carefully inserting each of the attached smaller brush wheels into the spaces between the young dragon's forcefully spread toes. They were small, but Dan's toes were plump enough for them to fit snugly with a wide surface area to contact. Already, his feet were intensely tingling.
“This is my punishment machine... Perfectly designed to make any dragon regret pissing me off... And you, young one, with your ridiculously soft and lovely feet...will be screaming within seconds. Oh and by the way...something a little more restrictive...” He held a cloth up to Dan before wrapping it around his eyes. The helpless shy dragon was now blindfolded and gagged, barely able to move a muscle...completely at his captor's sadistic mercy.
Dan moaned and shouted through his gag, but it was of no use. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before he was going to suffer again. But he certainly wasn't expecting how few seconds it actually was. Barely two seconds after his blindfold had been tightened, Demitri activated the machine, and it began to roll, very, very slowly – very, very, torturously – and very, very, tickly – on Dan's bound, tender, vulnerable feet. It was the lowest setting – but the moans and rapid giggling emitting from Dan's gag were making it clear it was like nothing he had ever felt before. The bristles on this device were incredibly prickly and rough, as well as minuscule, so there were easily over 100 of the bristles tormenting his soles at any second. His soles were so desperate for a break within seconds, but the real torture was being administered to his toes. Whirring around in a circular motion on the spot, each brush was stroking every single bristle across the entire surface area between Dan's toes. With them completely unable to wiggle, curl or clench, he had no way of soothing the attack on his helpless digits. He had never thought he would want to wiggle his toes this much in his entire life. It had only been ten seconds, and it was already too much for him to bear.
“You like that, boy?” Demitri taunted “Do you feel all those brushes tickling your helpless feet? Think about how good it would feel to just curl those plump toes up and wiggle them around to get rid of the sensations...it's a shame they have such tight metal stopping them...”
Dan's mind was in overdrive. If the extreme foot tickle torture wasn't driving him insane, his captor's ruthless and sadistic teasing of him certainly was. With each new bristle that tickled his big feet, his giggling and squirming became more rapid and frantic. His toes began to ache so much from the tight metal rings restricting them from curling – Dan couldn’t help but keep trying his best, meaning he continued to cause more pain to his overworked toes.
“I bet you love it...” Demitri continued to tease the blushing dragon, even patronisingly stroking his face, before reaching down and tugging at his already strained toes.“You love having your little piggies spread like that...”
The tortured dragon had some very conflicting thoughts about how he was being treated. There was no doubt about it, it was a horrible experience, and one that would probably stick with him forever, even if he ever did manage to get out. The feeling of his feet being tickle tortured was so difficult for him to handle, and he was at his most humiliated. But there was something else at the back of Dan's mind: maybe a tiny little bit of enjoyment and pleasure at it. The tickling sensations weren't pleasant, but he couldn't completely deny that they were very interesting, and the extreme brushing occurring now sort of made him actively want to feel the light teasing of the earlier feathers once more. Most of all, the experience of being held captive and teased in such an evil way – he had absolutely no idea whether he was horrified by it or getting some kind of weird excitement out of it.
The extra teasing and the tugging at his toes mixed with his own thoughts made Dan's blushing even more apparent, and as the evil bristles continued to torture his feet, he attempted to plead with Demitri over and over again. Of course, not a single one resulted in anything other than a muffled shout, and went ignored by his awful tickler.
“MRPHHPHPHPHPHPHPH!!!!”
“What's that? You want even more? Good boy...” Demitri turned the buffer device up to the next level. The speed increased only slightly, but to Dan it felt like the unbearable sensations on his helpless feet had doubled. He almost started to forget what his sandals actually felt like... But he knew he was never getting those back, not a chance. Even if through some miracle he was going to escape, he would have to go barefoot.
A few minutes passed, and Demitri upgraded the machine once more, to Level 3. This was a more noticeable speed increase, and at first resulted in Dan literally shouting through his gag as his blindfold became moist from his eyes watering so heavily. He was laughing and giggling so much his upper body was beginning to ache, but that was nothing compared to the feeling at his feet. Dan thought it couldn't get any worse. That was, of course, before he began to feel Demitri's claws stroke against his exposed belly.
“Ooh, you ticklish here too, boy?” He taunted, placing his claws along Dan's stomach and very gently stroking and fondling all over with them, “How does that feel, hmm? It feels really soft on my claws...”
Dan squirmed even faster. He was now being tickled literally everywhere, and the feeling of his captor's own fingers fondling his bare stretched tummy in such a teasing yet ruthlessly tickling manner...that was the most humiliating thing Dan had ever felt. The claws delivered a very different sensation to the tickle torture that he had received up to that point – it was certainly not as intense as the machine was, or even the pinwheels – but it was a more hands-on type of tickle. It really felt like the sadistic tormentor had full control over how and where the victim was teased. Demitri seemed to be slowly poking and fondling his pointy claws all over Dan's ticklish underbelly to try and scout for the most sensitive spots. He eventually found them – around his navel and at the centre of his left side, which he began to mercilessly wiggle his firm claws against, all the while teasing as if Dan was a toddler being tickled playfully. The conflicting thoughts on his mind from earlier reached their peak – he wondered why it was so humiliating, but also, why is there a very small part at the back of his mind that is enjoying this type of treatment?
Despite the agony of the machine torture, however, Dan was soon faced with a glimmer of hope. Deep down in his mind, in whatever sanity he had left, he realised that the restraints he had been placed in felt extremely rickety and weak. The regular squirming he had been doing throughout his torture had little affect, other than filling the room with light creaking, but Dan knew from the feeling beneath him that it was not too far from breaking. This was the only way out for him – barely another ten minutes from now and he would have gone completely insane. He was absolutely exhausted, both physically and mentally, and his poor body was being exploited in every way possible, but if he wanted to get out, he would have to make a real physical effort.
With all his might, he began to squirm harder than he had ever done before. This was not all involuntary squirming though – that wouldn't quite be enough. This was deliberate writhing and rocking, he was throwing his body as far around as it could go and really straining his wrists, ankles and toes in their bonds. Almost immediately, the loud creaking and shaking of the setup indicated to Dan that it was working – but could he do it enough?
“Woah, boy!” the torturer shouted, “Getting feisty again, are we? Good boy, give the viewers a good show...” He skittered his claws on Dan's upper body even faster, trying to increase the torture, and by heavens did it certainly work – but Dan knew he was also accidentally being helped out by his own tormentor. The extra bit of squirming made the seat creak even louder, and he could feel it beginning to grow less steady beneath his rear. Of course, the extra torture being dished out to him meant he had less time to go until he would inevitably pass out. And who knows what kind of position Demitri would put him in for the next round of torment....
With Dan trying as hard as he could to break the chair, and Demitri far too maniacal and caught up in his own perversion to notice, it was now only a question of how long it would take for Dan to finally stop his suffering. With evil claws stroking his stomach and sides, and the rough brushes on his big helpless feet and toes becoming painful due to their speed, he was put under extreme duress he never even knew he could cope with. His body should have shut down a long time ago – but now his determination to break the chair was keeping him going. He rocked back and forth, clenched his hands and toes as hard as he could, shook himself around as much as he could, rendering him even more exhausted and in pain, but after about 5 minutes of this, a very loud snap was heard.
The snap echoed through the chamber, to the point it even made Demitri stop tickling in confusion. The room stayed silent – for two seconds, until an almighty CRASH!! Dan's back slammed against the pile of wood on the floor as the seat under him gave way and completely shattered, also releasing his hands from the chains at the same time as they were no longer attached to anything.
“What the fuck!?” Demitri shouted, “Little twat, you've just broken my only fu-AAARGGHH!!!”
His angry speech was cut off by a huge shout of pain. Still blindfolded, Dan was taking absolutely no chances in letting him have the upper hand, and so had bared his hand claws and swiped around madly, catching Demitri across the face. As blood dripped through the evil dragon's fingers whilst he clutched his injured face, Dan used the time to pull of his cloth blindfold and gag and very quickly release his own aching feet and toes from the stocks.
“Agghhh!! I swear on my life, I'll torture you until you die down here!” Demitri shouted in extreme pain, as he pulled his hands away from his eyes. Barely a second following that, Dan leapt onto him with a length of rope, and quickly tied his hands together as they both struggled and shouted in their frantic struggle.
“I told you I'd bloody well get out of here!” Dan shouted triumphantly as he restrained his captor, tying rope around him. He was basically just wrapping it around in a random position, fuelled by the adrenaline of the escape, but when he finished, Demitri had been placed on his belly with his feet up in the air – essentially a perfect hogtie position, without even any prior experience with bondage. “Now it looks like I'm the one in charge, you friggin scumbag!”
Demitri looked at him angrily, a set of deep slashes across his right eye pulsating and bleeding, “As fucking if. Tying me up will do fuck all, face it. I know where you are going, and I have friends that can kidnap you within five minutes of receiving a description. You ain't gonna be safe anywhere, Dan!” He smirked cruelly again.
“I don't think anything will happen to me – because you are going to tell me everything right this second.” Dan replied, picking up a flogger from the desk. Demitri's expression almost instantly changed from cocky and confident to a pathetic look of fear upon seeing it. The shy, young, curious dragon he had captured had clearly disappeared. This was a brand new Dan – one who now knew how some criminals need to be treated. And it was clear that having his own feet tortured was something that he was very frightened of. Criminals do tend to be hypocrites.
“D-don't use that, please! Er...my boss will be even more cruel to you if he finds out you've tortured one of his workers!”
“I don't want to use this – as fun as it would be, I don't currently want to stoop to your level. But the choice is yours – agree to answer my questions, or the bottoms of your feet pay the price.”
“...OK..what do you want to know?” He replied, a pathetic defeated tone in his voice.
“Who do you work for, where can I find him, and most importantly, where can I find the rest of your work?”
“My bosses name is Busko. Look at that map I gave you earlier, it is the building that was marked on that. But you must be fucking insane to think you can go in there without getting captured! And you will have to search in the deep web for 'dragon foot torture'. Trust me, you'll see yourself on there in no time once I get out...”
“I don't intend to go in search of him...yet. Some dragons have better things to do, so I'm going to spend this weekend the way I planned – a nice hotel stay for myself to have my own fun.”
“Then what do you want to know that for?”
“Future reference... I ain't gonna let this go...”
With that said, Dan stood up and dropped the flogger. He picked up a long knife from the table and threw it on the floor, barely missing Demitri's already injured head.
“Use that to free yourself – im sure you'll figure it out in no time...”
Without even looking back at his tormentor, who was reduced to squirming like a worm on the floor trying to pick up the blade with his mouth and cut himself free from the hogtie, Dan left the basement, grabbed his rucksack, and set off away from the cabin, holding a map. He was still in agony from the torture – both of his feet were left bare of course and the rocks, twigs and mud through the woodland was completely unforgiving on his vulnerable, ultra-sensitive feet. But Dan had now learnt to appreciate it. His extreme torture had given him a huge rush of adrenaline – and it all seemed to manifest itself as a newfound interest in his own feet. His thoughts were conflicting – on the one hand, what he had been put through was unbearable, but also, the attention and sadism shown to his feet, and the feeling of having his sensitivity exploited, made him rather excited. The feeling of the twigs poking his soles and the mud squishing between his toes as he made his way forward, it all made him feel a little more alive, free to experience nature directly and no longer restricted by the safety of his sandals. His entire mental state seemed to change – previously he was the least confrontational dragon in the world – now however, his mind was racing with both pride in his endurance and escape, anxiety about what dangers were to come....and excitement as to how he would get past said danger.
His mind was racing for the entire five hours it took him to reach the city. His thought process certainly seemed to evolve over this time – he had an odd urge to look into this deep web he had learned about. Not just to find out what kind of sick business Demitri was in – but to find out what sort of stuff he and others had been doing in the past. Why exactly were they so intent on foot torture, and why was Dan suddenly intrigued by the whole concept of it? The fact that the whole woodland walk was essentially a form of foot torture didn't help – the harsh terrain was punishing his aching, tired, tingling feet the whole way. But Dan had evolved from being too scared to walk without sandals to kind of looking forward to what else he would feel on his soles. Finally, after a very long walk and when his entire body was hurting, Dan reached the end of the forest and saw the bright lights and tall buildings of the city. And only about seven hours after he had originally intended to aswell.
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It was 11pm that night. Dan had checked into his hotel room fine, albeit after being moaned at by staff for tracking dirt in the carpet. His feet were still tingling and aching, and his heart and his mind were both racing. But now at least, he could relax. He knew he was now known to many criminals, not only as an escapee but as an attacker of one of their colleagues. But he didn't want to think about that right now. He was more focused on enjoying his weekend, watching his back – and then planning what to do when he got back to the safety of his home town.
Browsing the internet on his laptop, Dan had just about managed to take his mind off things, until 11:17pm, when a bright 'New Message!' appeared on his screen. Wondering if it was more spam or if he had received a new comment on one of his blogs, he opened it – and was immediately both curious and nervous...
“To: dandantheman @dmail.net
From: 5923213-S @encrypt-mail.dg
Subject: Please Read, Dan
Greetings,
You do not currently know me, and with any luck, you will not have to get to know me. But I know you. I am currently a worker for a dragon named Busko in the city centre. Not of my own choice, but as a slave. However he trusts me far more than he should, and so I am able to send this message of warning to you.
At about 3pm this afternoon we were all alerted to one of Busko's closest colleagues, Demitri, reporting an aborted filming attempt and an attack at his log cabin. He supplied us with the footage he did record, and also unusually enquired for advice on how to escape from hogties without using his mouth – which was odd, but that isn't important right now.
The whole paw fetishist world is watching you suffer at the moment, if you would like to see for yourself, see the enclosed link below:”
Dan opened up the link, and after a brief pop-up warning him that he was entering the deep web, he found himself staring at a video sharing page. The title and description read:
“YOUNG SHY DRAGON GETS HIS SENSITIVE FEET TORTURED – FULL LENGTH, EXTREME VIDEO!
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This young boy here, with such a cute name – Dan, is the runaway that you may have all heard about – but don't think I didn't make him suffer before he got away. As you can see in the video I delivered my most delicious and hot torture sessions yet with the boy's plump scaly feet. Unfortunately the video cuts off abruptly, but please remember – this dragon Dan is currently at large in the city. We are releasing this video entirely free – as a public service announcement. Rest assured, fellow perverts. We will find this Dan and he will be premium content for a very long time...”
The video was indeed something Dan didn't quite want to see – but due to the video auto playing, he did see a few humiliating seconds of him squirming on the floor. It did offer some nostalgia to see his sandal again at least. Although he didn’t want to watch any further, he curiously paused the video and skipped through, offering him single frames of his own extreme torture session. It was really weird to see up close shots of his own soles in such a helpless position. They did certainly look really soft, to the point that Dan rubbed them with his handpaws to feel them again for himself. Yep, still unbelievably soft and tingly. The torture may have strengthened his mind but his soles were always going to remain vulnerable. As he hovered over the end of the video, and could see that the final seconds were of him in the extreme restraints suffering at the mercy of the machine. Demitri had obviously been smart enough to edit out the bit where he gets slashed in the face due to his stocks being poorly made. He had never actually turned off the camcorder upon escaping, so Dan now really wanted to see the probably multiple hour long footage of his captor squirming helplessly on the floor and trying to cut ropes with his mouth.
Dan spent a few seconds scanning over the comments that had been left on the video, which contained such highlights as:
“omg so hot!! I hope I come across this boy so I can have some fun with those luscious feet <3<3<3”
“i really wanted to see some electric play but I think that would have been way too hot for me to handle!!1”
“lol so fake and gay he isnt even reacting properly”
“Dan dan your fetties!!”
Realising he was massively wasting his time reading through those, Dan returned to the email and continued reading below the hyper link:
“Your video is making waves around here. Apologies if it makes you uncomfortable, but even I got a certain thrill from seeing you. You are the ideal torture victim, which is exactly why you are now our most wanted. But I want to give you another opportunity:
Outside of working under Busko I run a secret group who specialises in fun torture of a similar variety. Busko hates our existence, as we are often just as successful as him in revenue, but he has no idea of my leadership.
I want you to meet me tomorrow lunchtime – in a restaurant just round the corner from your hotel. It is always busy so it won't be dangerous. I want to discuss several things – your experience with Demitri, your feet in general, your limits – and how we can help you evade the people who will happily make you suffer tremendously. We can make a deal that I think you will find very attractive – your visible excitement in the video did not go unnoticed.
Please reply ASAP, this account is encrypted so you can be sure no one other than me can see it. Meet me tomorrow at 12:30pm at the bistro on Seaford Street. If you do not, I'm afraid I predict you will be easily captured before you can return to your home town.
Many regards,
Sunni”
This could go one of two ways – Dan was very curious as to the deal this Sunni was offering, especially since he had grown interested in the idea of foot torture, just not to the point he wanted to be tortured again. But it all could be a set up to capture him. But why would they have admitted they work for Busko if they wanted to trick him? He was also very apprehensive about what would happen even if it wasn't a setup. Why do they want to know about his feet? What do they want to do with them? And was his shameful glimmer of excitement at the situation really that obvious in the video? After spending a good half an hour with his mind in top gear, Dan clicked on 'Reply' and began typing.
“Sunni,
I'll be there.
Regards, Dan”
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