Chopper awoke with a leash being hooked to his seastone collar, and a blindfold being wrapped around his head. He was dazed and confused as the panic set in, exhuastion still in his system as his eyes widened at the sight of two shadowy figures only to be blinded by the bit of cloth wrapped around his eyes. "H-Hey!" Chopper called out, instinctively trying to punch or kick but being reminded all too suddenly of where he was. Still in the care of the Master. Still a toy. "Master wishes to see you," A gruff voice responded. It sounded like the lion beastman. Another one grunted, and judging by the way Chopper's animal sense of smell was going off it had to be the boar. They were unlatching him from his chair, but before Chopper could even begin to think about fighting legs wrapped firmly around his ankles and dragged him forward. He gasped, and would have fallen out of the chair had it not been for the rough but strong arms of the Lion grabbing him and lifting him up. "Put me down!" Chopper whined, writhing as his hands were bound by a third figure he had not seen. Soon his wrists were behind his back, and Chopper realized with all his flailing his cock was wildly flapping around still bare from a lack of clothing. The beastmen of course did not listen as they lifted up Chopper, and carried him from his cabin cell. It was hot outside of the cabin. Brutally hot. From the moment Chopper's body was carried outside he felt burning sunlight hit his naked body. He gasped some more, still finding it in him to fight despite the strength depleted from the collar around his neck. He asked the beast men what was going on, and where they planned on taking him. It had been less than two days since the horrible night of the itching powder on his feet, and since then the sessions had returned to normal. Chopper lived in fear of this exact moment. When the Master would stop lotioning and tickling his feet and stroking his cock and move onto his next twisted game. It would seem now that time had arrived. Chopper felt the world move as he was forced to his knees on the hardwood deck floor. Still he could not see, but a hand went roughly to his shoulder that kept him from falling over. His bare feet were under him, sticking just out of his bare rump. Instinctively he curled his toes. Even the heat of the sunlight was making them uncomfortable after all that horrible lotioning for weeks on end. "So glad you could join us, Pet," The Master's voice came. Chopper thinned his lips. He tried to remain strong, though there was a slight tremble in his body at being so close to the ruthless Master that he could not contain. Being here, blindfolded, naked, it was all the same yet so different. He knew something terrible was coming yet he could not prepare. "We did as you commanded, Master," The lion beastman said. "Good," The Master said with a soft tone. "Now finish binding him." Chopper held his breath. Bind him [i]more[/i] than he already was? Soon, rope was brought to Chopper and wrapped around his ankles. It was tied to his wrists so his wrists and ankles were connected, and he was unable to lean forward without his bent knees coming with him. As they worked the rope around his ankles any touch on his feet made Chopper's body tremble, or jerk, or worse he gasped. They were so, horribly, horribly sensitive that he feared they would never be able to be touched again without such a violent reaction. The wooden deck creaked near Chopper, and the sound of boots approached. The reindeer was on his knees just before the Master now. "Aren't you going to ask me what's going on?" The Master questioned. Chopper held his tongue. "Answer me," The Master ordered, grabbing Chopper by his chin and squeezing roughly until Chopper opened his mouth and let out the tiniest of whimpers. "I-I don't know," Chopper whined. "How do you finish that sentence?" The Master asked. "I don't know..." Chopper paused. "M-Master." Though Chopper couldn't see it, he could tell the Master was smiling. "Good boy," He said, though he didn't loosen his grip on Chopper's jaw. "I trust you haven't forgotten what happened last time you didn't do as I asked." Chopper curled his toes in response, and slowly shook his head. He wanted to badly to see his Master. To know where he was being gazed upon or even what he was planning so he could try to prepare himself mentally. "Today," The Master said. The floorboards creaked more, and Chopper realized the Master had gotten down onto one knee to get at eye level with the reindeer. He stopped squeezing his jaw, but only to trace his fingers down to Chopper's neck where the collar was and grip at his newly formed leash. "We're going to do some obedience training. I'm sure you're so very, very tired of being naked. Aren't you?" Chopper swallowed a lump forming in his throat as he fought between the pulling of the leash and keeping balance on his knees. "Y-Yes, Master," Chopper got out with a whimper of a voice. Fingers touched his cheek again. "If you're going to be a part of my crew," The Master continued. "You must do whatever me or anybody outranking you asks. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master," Chopper forced out despite wanting to scream it was not. He feared punishment far too much to argue. "Now," The Master said, pulling rougher on the leash. "You! Get me a cold drink!" Chopper winced as the Master called to another pet, not expecting his voice to burst. Then, without warning, the Master stood up and pulled hard on the leash. Chopper gasped as he was flung forward and his chest hit the deck hard. He gasped, his feet forced up into the air near his wrists. They were facing outward to where the Master not stood. Bare, and exposed for all the world to see. He wanted to wiggle his toes, but kept them very still in case it was what the Master wanted to see. Some defiance, any defiance, was good right now. Within minutes of a few orders barked out, the Master was sitting in a chair. Chopper knew because in all of this, his blindfold was finally removed and forced down around his neck with the collar. The sun was blinding, and before him the Master sat in a chair meant for lounging while he was left to grovel in the heat on the hard deck. The Master had ditched his coat, and was now bare chested in boots and pants alone. Chopper gazed at the body of his tormenter, and found it lingering a bit. Soon, the boar returned. Still in a leather speedo and belt like all the other crew, he handed the Master a brown glass jingling with the sound of ice cubes. The glass looked wet with condensation in the heat. "Now," The Master said right after taking a long drink. "Let's put your feet to good use." The Master leaned forward, and placed the brim of the glass against the soles of Chopper's feet. Chopper gasped at just how starkly cold it was, and how much it stung his bare, wide soles. He writhed his feet, trying to keep it away, but the Master's boot dug very gently into his neck and pushed, threatening to sink deeper. "Hold it for me," The Master said. "Or else I'll throw you in a tub of the itching powder. One drop of my precious drink gets spilled and you'll face my wrath, Pet." Chopper whimpered as his eyes stung. He did as he was told out of fear and fear alone. He grabbed the drink with his feet, and held it there. His ankles trembled as the icy chill stung his sensitive soles, already beginning to hurt and numb. He closed his eyes, gasping as he concentrated to bend his soles into the correct position given his binding. The Master was smiling, and Chopper's face grew hotter. "How does it feel, pet?" The Master questioned. "To have your feet be put to use." "C-Cold," Chopper answered without thinking, and it made the Master laugh. "Yes, I suppose it does," The Master said, finally removing his boot from Chopper's neck. "Good pet. Not a drop spilled yet. Now, let's brainstorm how to see how far you've come in your obedience." Chopper whimpered, shutting his eyes as the coolness was beginning to spread to the tips of his toes just barely grazing the iciness of the cup. He could barely concentrate on the Master's words with how uncomfortable it was. Every sway of the ship made his feet tighten around the glass despite the cool pain starting to erupt. "I could untie you," The Master said wistfully. "Have you crawl around the deck on hands and knees and take you for a walk like a good pet." Chopper would have shuddered at the idea if it didn't mean the glass would spill. "Or," The Master continued, now putting the sole of his boot on top of Chopper's head and forcing his cheek against the hot wood deck. "I could have you beg to have every one of my crewmates lick your feet." Chopper whined at that. "But no, those are too easy," The Master continued. "You're a special pet. A very, very special pet. You need a [i]true[/i] test of obedience. You need to know your place more than any single one of my toys. You need to..." The Master trailed off, as if suddenly an idea had come to mind. "Aha!" He said, the tone so overjoyed that it sounded like venom to the helpless reindeer. He reached forward, finally snatching the glass away from Chopper's soles which were now wet and still numb. "I've got it. We'll test at how good you are at making me happy." Happy? Wasn't [i]all[/i] of this to make the sick Master happy? He took another swig of the glass, and thankfully this time set it down on the floorboard under the chair. He stood up, grabbing Chopper by the leash again. He forced his boot forward and pressed it against Chopper's mouth. It smelled like dirt and... lotion of all things. "Men," The master snapped. "Untie him. He's no use to me bound up!" The lion and boar came over, grabbing Chopper by the bindings and freeing him. He gasped once his ankles were freed as well as his wrists, and lay sprawled out on the hot deck. Sun was beating on him. Sweat forming on his body. "Up," The Master commanded, pulling on the leash. "Hands and knees. Right now." Chopper did as he was told, shakily getting onto his hands and knees. His wrists, he saw for the first time, were red and raw. He figured his ankles were no better. The leash tugged, and Chopper realized it was choke or crawl. He crawled. It was faster than he wanted to go, but he kept up with the insistence of the Master all the way across the deck. He was led to a part of the ship he had never seen before, and eventually in through a doorway. Chopper's eyes widened in horror upon seeing the insides. This wasn't a room at all. It was a torture chamber. An x-frame was against the wall. Stocks set up in a row of five. Chains hanging from the ceilings. What caught Chopper's eye, though, was a single beastman. The bear again. Only... he was hanging from the ceiling. His wrists and his ankles were caught in slings. A single leather strap was around his back to keep him from falling too far down. There was something in his... butt. It was big and red, shape rounded. There was a faint buzzing noise as Chopper realized it was vibrating. The bear was whining and writhing, though his noises were contained as Chopper realized he was gagged and blindfolded. He realized he heard giggling as well. There were small vibrators wrapped around the soles of his feet buzzing off as his toes curled and writhed trying to free himself of the sensation. "Don't mind him," The Master said when he saw Chopper was staring. "He's just going through training of his own. Don't worry, you'll get there." Chopper's chest tightened. "No, today," The Master said, forcibly tugging Chopper away from the bound bear. "You're going into... this." The sight of it was unlike anything Chopper had ever seen. He stared, wide eyed. It looked almost like stocks, although something was wrong. Chopper has little time to think as he was forced over with a tug of the leash and kicked down. He gasped, falling. Then he was rolled over. He had no fight left in him as the Master took his legs, one by one, and lifted them to the new toy. He lifted it, and wrapped Chopper's ankles in a thin layer of thick cloth. One by one, Chopper's feet were set in and locked into place. He was on his back on the floor, though his feet were high up at waist level with the Master. Chopper realized there was a great deal of space for his feet to move around, though only back and forth. He pulled, but was unable to free his feet. "Hmmm," The Master made a noise, reaching out his fingers to stroke along Chopper's bare soles. Chopper gasped as his toes were pinched. "I bet you're thinking... what wonderful game does my Master have planned for me today?" Close enough... The Master smiled when Chopper glanced away, still watching out of the corner of his eye. Then, the Master did the last thing Chopper ever expected. He grabbed for his belt, and slowly undid it. Chopper's head whipped back, eyes wide as he opened his pant button, and slid them down. He was not wearing any underwear, and for the first time Chopper saw the Master's hard, erect cock. "Today," The Master said. "You're going to give me a footjob." Chopper stared. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. The Master laughed. "Why do you look so shocked?" The Master questioned, stepping forward and bringing [i]it[/i] closer to Chopper's bare feet. Chopper whined, tugging his feet and pulling them back as far as he could. The Master just laughed again. "You knew it would come to this. Deep down, you want this." "No I don't!" Chopper shouted. "Oh really?" The Master questioned. "Then why... are you reacting?" Chopper had no idea what the man was talking about, but then he realized. Chopper looked down, and saw that his cock was fully and entirely erect. He gasped, reaching to cover it with his hands. "Don't do that," The Master snapped. Chopper froze. "If you even dare touch your cock, even to hide it," The Master said. "Then you'll be hung upside down and slapped all over with my riding crop. Do you understand?" Chopper held his breath. Tears welled in his eyes. He still sat frozen. He was so, so aware of his hard cock. Of the fact that it would not soften. Of the fact he couldn't stop looking at his Master's body. He had never seen the Master naked, but now he could not look away. He could not stop looking at his cock. "You want this," The Master repeated. "N-No... I..." "You want this," He said a third time, stepping forward. Chopper gasped, nearly screamed, as the tip of his cock pressed under Chopper's toes. "A-Ah!" Chopper whined, trying to move his feet away but instead was grabbed by the top of his foot and forced to keep it there. Forced to keep it on that. His mind was reeling, thinking of anything he could to pretend his feet weren't touching that. To pretend he wasn't so aware how warm and hard it felt. To pretend his own cock didn't throb in reaction to it being on his toes. To pretend that more than anything he didn't want to squeeze his toes just to see what it would feel like. "Today," The Master said, grabbing Chopper's other cock and sliding it over until both of the reindeer's bare feet were on either side of Chopper's cock. "You're going to give me a footjob. You're not going to relieve yourself, no matter what, and if you do a good job, I'll consider finding something to wear to hide your pathetically hard cock. Do you understand?" Chopper kept his mouth shut, but very, very slowly set down his hands on either side of him and balled them into fists. His hard cock stood up still. The Master just stared, and finally smiled. "Good boy," The Master said. "Now show me what all your training has been for." Chopper was surprised how long it took him to move his feet once the Master had removed his hands. He kept them as far apart from the cock as he could, but the Master did not move and did not let on a hint of what was going through his head. Chopper was desperately trying to think of why he was hard and any medical explanation he thought of got squashed in an instant. "We could be here all day," The Master said, touching Chopper's toes and with the slightest movement of his fingers began to tickle. "I could bring in every tool I have and tickle your feet until you pass out, and then relieve myself. Or you could get the hard part over with now, and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day after you dress." Chopper closed his eyes and bit his lip. "You know you're curious," The Master said. "What it feels like to relieve me with only your bare soles." Harder. His cock somehow grew harder. "Y-Yes," Chopper whispered. He shut his mouth hard when he said it. The Master heard though, and smiled. Chopper was about to cry he was so humiliated. Why was he reacting like this? Why after all this torture and suffering did he [i]feel[/i] like this? "Make me happy," The Master said. "Chopper. My Pet." Chopper breathed in a trembling breath, and moved his feet together. The touch of the Master's cock on his bare soles was everything he had not been prepared for and more. To do it willingly sent shivers of humiation through him. To feel every touch on his bare soles sent electricity through him made it so much worse. "You feel that?" The Master asked. "The way the lotion made your feet so sensitive? Why do you think I stroke your cock every time I touch your feet, pet?" Chopper realized, horrified, he had been trained for this. Trained to expect his cock to be hard upon the tickling or licking of his bare feet. Trained to look forward to the slightest hint of pleasure that came from being erect at the touch and torment of the Master. He moved his feet slowly, grazing his toes on the head of The Master's cock and running his arch up and down the shaft. He was humiliated. He was blushing. He wanted it to stop. He wanted to cum. He wanted to leave and never come back. He wanted to feel the Master's cum on his feet so badly. No. No. No. This was all wrong. This was everything right. Chopper whined as he continued rubbing his feet all over the Master's hardened cock. The Master's body usually so strict and harsh was growing sweaty the longer it went on. He was thrusting his hips slightly the longer it went. Every rub of the stiff thing on Chopper's arches made his body tingle. Every slight graze of fingers over his toes when he didn't wiggle them enough made him gasp and giggle. Every time he closed his eyes and wanted to pretend he was somewhere else the Master moaned, and reminded him. "A-Ahhh," The Master began to pant, gripping either side of the stocks and thrusting his hips more against the middle of the two arches where Chopper's feet met. Chopper saw the cock come in and out of the hole between his soles as though he were using them like a place meant for fucking. The Master stopped allowing Chopper to control the past and pressed the feet forcefully together as a large burst of cum came, and splattered all over Chopper's bare soles. It went between his toes. Hot and gooey splatters dripped to the floor. Chopper closed his eyes, and whined. The Master fell to his knees in a gasp, gripping Chopper's feet and licking them greedily. Licking up the mess he had made. More and more sensations went through Chopper and the torment continued. He felt humiliated. He felt used. He felt... so, so very horny. "M-Master," Chopper said without thinking. "W-Wanna... Wanna cum." The Master gasped once he had licked up all the seed from Chopper's feet and rose. Without warning, he slapped Chopper's foot. Chopper gasped, curling his toes. "What did I say?" The Master said. "No cumming." Chopper closed his eyes, biting his lip. "I-I'm sorry," He said. "Now," The Master continued, unlocking Chopper's stocked feet and allowing them out. Chopper brought them to his chest, pressing his feet to the floor in humilation for the deed he had just done. He didn't dare touch his cock as the Master went off, and returned moments later with a flash of bright pink fabric in his hands. He threw it at Chopper. "Get dressed," The Master said. Chopper looked down. A bring pink thong lay at his feet, just grazing his toes. "B-But..." Chopper said, his face flushing. "T-That's for girls." "Do it," The Master said, smiling now. "Or I'll let every beast on this ship use your feet like I just did." Chopper swallowed, hard. Slowly he picked up the thong, and pulled it past his legs. Once it was around his hardened cock it was clear it wouldn't fit, or hide anything. He had to push his cock out and let it hang out just to make them fit. It was useless, and only served to humiliate him more. "What do you say?" The Master questioned, grabbing Chopper's leash again. "Thank you, Master," Chopper said softly. "For this gift." The Master smiled. "Now, we're getting somewhere."