Chopper felt his body shiver as a cool wind swept over him. Typically, wind wouldn't bother him. He was still part reindeer after all, and his coat was meant to keep him warm. However right now he was wet. Wet because he had just been forced into a tub and scrubbed down on every inch of his body. This happened once every three days, if the cycles of The Master's visits were truly every hour as Chopper had believed for so long.

The beastmen would come, typically the lion and one other, and carry Chopper to the bath. He could writhe and cry out and beg all he wanted but they always drug him to the tub and scrubbed him until it was impossible for a lick of filth or sweat to cover his body. They always focused most of the cleaning on his soles. Even now he knew they were pink with blush from so much scrubbing. His ribs ached from laughing so very hard. Every time he was washed the ticklish sensations seemed worse and worse. The lotion applied so often to his soles never plateaued, but only made his feet softer and more sensitive by the day.

But now it was over. Chopper was being carried in the arms of the lion-beastman bridal style. His arms were bound behind his back as usual, and his ankles were bound together as well. He was tied. So tired. He stared down at his crotch where the panties he had been forced to wear lay. His cock was visible both in outline and the fact that the panties were so small the head of his member slipped out. He stopped caring about modesty. What he did care about was that his cock was currently half hard, and in the tormenting hell of the brushes tickling and scrubbing soap onto his feet he had been fully hard.

"I don't like it," Chopper mumbled. "I don't like it I don't like it I don't like it."

But he did. Some part of him has [i]learned[/i] to like the tickling. Not just tickling. Licking, toying, slapping, touching, teasing, and everything The Master had done to his feet. When he woke he had fantasies about cum between his toes and The Master's cock on his feet. He couldn't stop thinking of the footjob he had given. How it made him feel. How he wanted to do it again. His mind felt like mush, and he could no longer remember so clearly why he struggled so. He wiggled his toes now, slowly, and tried to remember the disgust that usually filled him when thoughts of people touching his feet came.

Chopper looked up. They had passed his cell/cabin door.

"What's going on?" Chopper asked. Already anxiety was building in his chest. Something was wrong. Something was going to be done to him tonight. He had been here long enough to expect it.

"No talking," The lion man grunted.

Chopper bit his lip and closed his eyes. His panties felt a little bit tighter.

Chopper was led into one of the rooms he had never been permitted to enter before. He was carried in slowly to a well lit room with a long table. The smell of food filled Chopper's nose in a way it had never before on this ship. He looked around and realized it was a kitchen. There, at the stove and sink was a bull entirely naked except for a leather jockstrap washed a dish slowly. He eyed Chopper, and Chopper looked away.

He looked right at the Master, who was sitting at the end of the table all alone. There was a fork in his hand with a slab of meat dripping with juices. Chopper's stomach turned. Chopper could smell from here The Master reeked of drinking. He gave a devious smile when he saw Chopper enter.

"Glad you could join us, Pet," The Master cooed right before biting his meat off the fork. He pointed it at Chopper, or the lion-man holding him, and then ushered it to the floor beside him. "Come. Sit down."

Chopper was set on the floor on his knees beside his Master. His toes curled under him as he sat there staring down. Fingers reached down and touched his chin. Chopper whimpered as it was lifted and he stared into The Master's eyes. He smelled the alcohol so horribly now that The Master's breath was so close.

"Did you enjoy your bath?" The Master asked.

Chopper looked away.

"Tell me," The Master pressed. His boot went to Chopper's crotch and gently prodded his half-hard cock. "Do you get hard if it isn't me touching your feet?"

"Mmm," Chopper bit his lip harder.

"He did, Sir," The lion behind Chopper said. "He was fully hard when we scrubbed his feet."

"Good, good," The Master said. He lifted a hand and waved it at the lion. "Dismissed."

Chopper's chin was released just as the blush on his face fully took over. This was The Master's plan all along to... to trick his body into reacting in such embarrassing ways to feet stimulation. Chopper closed his eyes and felt them sting.

"I bet you're wondering why you're here tonight," The Master said. Chopper looked up, not at The Master but in the room. "Well, what I have planned for you tonight required you to be... broken in quite a bit. You understand. It's not something I can do so easily with so many ropes and bindings. But I know you. You'll be a wonderful boy like you've been lately and sit perfectly still no matter what I do to your beautiful feet, won't you?"

Chopper didn't respond, but he also didn't argue. He knew by now that in The Master's eyes that was as good as begging for it to happen.

"W-What are you gonna do to me?" Chopper asked.

"So eager," The Master cooed again. Chopper wanted to spit at him. All he wanted to do was prepare himself. Whatever this was or however it humiliated or made Chopper suffer he wanted to [i]know[/i] so he could prepare himself. Not knowing was the worst part.

"You see," The Master went on just as the bull beastman approached and gathered up The Master's plates. He had a new one in hand, an entirely empty plate that he set down in front of The Master. "I've had an awfully wonderful dinner tonight, but I haven't a thing for dessert.

The Master tapped his fork three times down on top of the empty plate.

"There's only one thing in this world I find more scrumptious than a good dessert. Can you guess what it is, Pet?"

Chopper instinctively felt his toes curl.

The Master grinned his awful grin.

"That's right," He said. He must have seen Chopper's frown, or simply known the Reindeer had suffered enough to guess what would come next. "You're going to lay on this table and set your feet right on this plate, for starters."

"Mmm," Chopper whined. He was so, so close to screaming refusal. So close to disobeying. He knew, however, that disobeying would be far worse. He remembered the itching powder on his soles, and the threats for every beast on this ship to use him as he pleased. Though The Master was the most devious and horrendous of them all, Chopper had heard many, many screams of torment in his weeks on this ship.

Before Chopper knew it he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and yipped like a startled pup just as the hands of the bull grabbed him by either side, and despite his size in his human-like form, lifted him with ease.

"W-Wait!" Chopper cried out. "S-Stop!"

The Bull did not stop until Chopper was laying belly down on the long wooden table. His head was pointed away from The Master but he felt the cool touch of a large plate be put under his feet. His ankles were still tied together. The table may have been long, but it was surprisingly thin. If he rolled either direction he would fall right off. He whined, and chose instead to scrunch his feet.

"Oh," The Master cooed again. Chopper felt something horrible then. The light but tormenting scrapings of the prongs of his metal fork run from the heel of his foot all the way down to the toes.

"H-Hahaha!" Chopper cried out. His feet began to flail and cause the plate to rattle. "N-Nohohoho! No tickling!"

"Hehe," The Master giggled as he teasingly toyed with Chopper's bare soles.

Part of Chopper was sane, still. Somewhere deep inside he was screaming at himself to roll and run. To try and get away. He wasn't bound by anything but his ankles and wrists and the seastone collar around his neck. With ease he could roll off this table and escape the awful, awful tickling sensation from that fork. But still, he stayed. Why wouldn't he move? Why did he let The Master humiliate him so?

"Master," The Bull said as he approached. He was carrying a plate of something Chopper did not get a good look at just as the tickling stop and he started gasping for air. "Is it wise to play with your food [i]before[/i] it's prepared?"

"P-Prepared?" Chopper squeaked out. "What needs to be done to my feet?"

A sharp poke from the fork into his arch made Chopper cry out, and then immediately quiet himself. With that slight jab he understood he was no longer allowed to ask questions.

"Right, right," The Master said. "Thank you for bringing me these things. Leave now, please."

"As you wish, Master."

Chopper bit his lip as he watched the bull leave. Now him and The Master were the only two in the kitchen.

"Don't scrunch your feet like that," The Master ordered.

"Y-Yes Sir," Chopper said as he let his feet lay flat. Even when The Master's fingers trailed down his big, wide feet he did not move them. Though he fought the urge to giggle as they ran under his toes and over his arches.

"Mhmhmm," Chopper whined. He tried to look over his shoulder but he could not see what the Master had with him to 'prepare' his feet. He had come to expect many things from The Master but there always seemed to be something worse around the corner. Something to humiliate him beyond belief.

Then, Chopper smelled something sweet right before something was poured over his bare soles. It was cold enough to surprise him, but not like ice or anything of the sort. It felt wet and almost gooey as it ran down his bare feet and dripped between his toes onto the plate.

It smelled like... Caramel.

"W-What are you putting on my feet?" Chopper cried out.

"Quiet," The Master said. Chopper heard a chair slide as The Master stood up. Very, very slowly Chopper wiggled his toes and felt the sticky Caramel slide between them. It felt... wrong. Worse than the cum had, in a way. This felt like something that would be very hard to get off, and would make his feet feel wrong for days.

"What is your favorite fruit, my pet?" The Master questioned. "Me? I'm awfully fond of Strawberries, if I say so myself."

Then, Chopper felt something new. This was more solid. More... cold. He felt it be played between the big toe on his right foot and the toe next to it. Then, he felt the same be done to his other foot. As he tried very gently to wiggle his toes he felt something in them that... by their shape and texture, had been just the very thing The master had been talking about.

The Master was seriously preparing his bare soles as a dessert. Chopper didn't know why, but this frightened him. He felt used. He felt... horribly, horribly demeaned. He felt his teeth sink into his lip but still he did not fight. No, in fact... just the sensation of something between his toes and the caramel drizzling down his bare feet made his cock grow hard. It pressed to the table still and he could hide it from the Master, but it didn't matter because he himself knew. He was turned on by this. He [i]wanted[/i] this.

Chopper felt something truly cool be slathered onto his feet a moment later. It felt creamy in a way, but he could not smell frosting or anything of the like. It wasn't until it was done and began to melt on his warm feet did he realize it must have been whipped cream. His feet were entirely covered now in gooey sweets. He felt humiliated.

But it was only beginning.

The Master picked up his fork. Chopper knew this because he heard it chime on the edge of the plate three times. Then, he started at Chopper's heel and dug it into all he had placed. Then, he slowly drug the prongs of the fork downward on Chopper's sole.

"Hahahaha!" Chopper cried out. His toes began to wiggle. The Master took a big bite, and then did the same. Scraping the fork along his soles to get every bit of the sweetness he could. Chopper could not stop laughing now. The fork was one of The Master's favorite tools to use on Chopper's exposed, ticklish feet but never did he think it would be used like this. His feet were being treated as a dessert plate! Even as he scraped the fork gently to get every bit of the sweet, sweet caramel that had drizzled onto them Chopper began to laugh harder. So much Caramel had gathered under his toes, and he would not stop dragging the fork there.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Chopper cried out. His upper half thrashed but by some miracle his lower half remained entirely still.

"Oh, I know how poor manners it is to lick your plate," The Master cooed as he grabbed Chopper by the ankle. "But I'm alone. Nobody here to judge me."

Then, he set his tongue to work on Chopper's large toes. He wrapped his lips around Chopper's two biggest toes side by side and the way his tongue moved to lap up every bit of the sweet stuff was insanely ticklish. He was... experienced in this, in a way. He knew how to take it slow. He knew how to make Chopper want nothing in the world but for it to end. He licked from Chopper's toes up to his heel. Chopper thought time and time again after each lick was done that there couldn't possibly be more caramel and whipped cream on his feet, but still The Master licked.

It went on for at least twenty minutes. Until his feet were damp with saliva and red from the fork's tickling. Still, The Master traced his finger over Chopper's arches.

"Mhmhmhm," Chopper whined, tears long ago having trailed down his cheeks onto the table. His cock was... so very, very hard now.

"You've become a very good pet for me," The Master said. "Roll over. And don't fall off the table."

"B-But..." Chopper began.

"Do it," The Master ordered. He poked the fork again into Chopper's toes.

Chopper sniffled and did as he was told. As he rolled over in the process the panties slipped over his hard cock and exposed it. He hesitated for a moment before rolling onto his back and allowing his stiff member to point upwards.

"Such a good boy," The Master said with a happy sigh.

Chopper wanted to die he was so embarrassed.

"Do you remember?" The Master asked. He reached down again, but Chopper still couldn't see where or what he was grabbing. All he knew was that in moments something horribly, horribly cold was pressing into his toes. "My cock on your feet?"

"A-Ahhh!" Chopper cried out as he desperately tried to move his feet away. However, The Master grabbed the top of them and held them in place. Something freezing was being forced under his toes.

"My cock felt much warmer than this popsicle, no?" The Master asked. He ran the popsicle slowly under every single one of Chopper's toes until it began to almost hurt it was so cold. Then, he ran it down slowly and pressed the melting thing into Chopper's arches. At long last he ran it in the space where Chopper's two feet met, and began sliding it in and out closer to his ankles. "My cock slipped in and out like this. I fucked your feet, Pet."

"F-Fucked my feet," Chopper said, half stuttering from fear and half from the cold.

"That's right," The Master pressed. "And now, you're so hard. You want to hate this, but your cock is freezing. You want to beg me to take this popsicle off your feet but you like it. You've been waiting for me to lick your feet more and more, haven't you?"

"That's not true!" Chopper cried out.

Just as he said that The Master grabbed his foot and licked it from his toes down to his heel. A horrible, horrible noise escaped Chopper.

"Ahhh..."

It was a moan.

The Master stood up and walked to Chopper. His popsicle was still in hand. He touched it to the head of Chopper's exposed cock.

"No!" Chopper begged. He writhed but the popsicle followed. "T-Take it off!"

"Say it," The Master said. He slid the popsicle down lower. It stung so much. "Say you love being my foot slave."

"I like it!" Chopper cried out.

"Love it!' The Master shouted.

"I love being your foot slave!" Chopper begged. "Now please! Take it away!"

"Since you took so long to say it right," The Master said. He pulled at Chopper's panties and forced the popsicle in until it was touching both Chopper's shaft and balls. It made his whole body tingle and an indescribable noise come out of his mouth. It was lodged in there good, and slowly dripping it's purple fluids everywhere. "We'll wait till it melts."

"Please..." Chopper begged.

The Master touched Chopper's face. His eyes were beginning to water again.

"You're lucky," The Master said. "You have the most beautiful feet in the world. Or else I would have thrown you overboard the moment I found you. You're mine now. Your feet are mine. You're never going to leave. Tell me you're mine and maybe I'll take it away."

Chopper bit his lip, hard. The cold was numbing his cock and balls.

"I'm your's..." Chopper whimpered. "I'm your foot slave and... I-I love it when you play with my feet."

The Master smiled.

"Good boy," He said.