Chopper didn't bother to put up a fight when two of The Master's pets came for him. It felt like it had been longer than usual since his last sesson. Normally an hour would pass, and either The Master or one of his crewmates would come to punish and lotion Chopper's exposed soles. Though the room Chopper spent most of his time as a prisoner in was dark and impossible to tell the passing of time, he had learned to judge to an accurate degree over his weeks of captivity the hours between lotioning sessions. He figured at least three hours has passed since he had seen the face of any of the other creatures, or The Master.

"What does he want?" Chopper asked in a flat tone. Though he was fearful of what might await him when he was fin ally delivered to The Master he found it pointless to struggle or show fear to those who were ordered around by him. Real fear came from the one who had broken the two who unchained him and carried him. He stared down at the tops of his feet, which were always held captive in stocks and facing the door for easy access.

As was unchained and unshackled the lion beastman grunted. He was picked up in the large beastman's arms and held bridal style. His wrists were bound though Chopper hardly saw the point. The seastone collar around his neck was enough to make it so he couldn't fight that well. Chopper stared down at the pink panties he had been forced to wear. He still had not been given proper clothing. He had often wondered if he prefered being naked, even in this human-esque form he had been forced to keep on.

It was nighttime. Chopper was carried out onto the deck of the ship by the lion. His heart beat faster as his feet scrunched with thoughts of all the things he might go through in the next several hours. He swallowed a lump in his throat, and realized he was being carried to a door he had seen a dozen times but had only ever watched The Master enter.

The lion paused and huffed as he waited outside of the door. After a few moments of pause the doorknob turned. When Chopper saw The Master his body instinctively tensed.

"Bring him in," The Master said. "And just put him on the bed."

The lion nodded and carried Chopper inside. Almost immediately Chopper knew what this place was. The fact that he was even in this room made his whole body tense and heart rate skyrocket. The large, lavish bed and the silky sheets told him that this was The Master's own private bedroom. It was the first room on this awful ship Chopper had seen that did not look made to torment the many captive crewmembers to The Master's devious urges. As Chopper was set on the bed his body sunk slightly. He had almost forgotten just how comfortable it could be to lay on something that wasn't chains and stocks.

The lion left, and soon Chopper and The Master were left alone. Chopper gave The Master a proper look and realized he looked far different from usual. Normally he was wrapped in leather and black with his chest exposed. Now, he wore a red satin bathrobe that only went a few inches down his legs. If he lifted one he would be entirely exposed. In his hand he was holding a glass filled with liquid Chopper could smell even from a distance as whisky. He stared at Chopper with a devious and slightly drunk look of lust.

"This is the first time you've been in here, isn't it?" The Master questioned.

"Y-Yes, Master," Chopper said softly. He realized already The Master wasn't staring at him but his large, exposed feet. He swallowed a lump in his throat.

"I've wanted to bring you in here for some time now," The Master said. "But you've only recently just started being the good, obedient pet I knew you would turn out to be."

The Master reached out his fingers to Chopper's large feet. Chopper bit his lip as fingertips trailed from his heels to the tips of his toes. A faint giggle threatened to leave his lips.

"Only my most obedient pets get brought into here," The Master said. "Because the new ones, and the ones who still have a bit of fight left in them, just make it so the whole night is exhausting. No, I want to have a good time without any of that unnecessary struggling. You'll do that for me, yes?"

Chopper bit his lip.

"Speak up, Pet," The Master said. His tone was growing harsher. Closer to the cold, unforgiving Master that Chopper feared.

"Y-Yes, Master," Chopper said quickly. "I'll obey."

"Good," The Master said.

With that he set down his glass of whisky on a nearby table. He pulled out a knife from his bathrobe pocket as he approached Chopper and grabbed his wrists. He cut at the bindings and freed Chopper from everything but his seastone collar. Chopper looked at his wrists. They were red and raw from constant struggling.

"Now," The Master said. "We can properly play."

Chopper stared up at The Master.

"Roll onto your back and show me your feet," The Master ordered. "Be a good boy and do it quickly."

Chopper nodded his head and obeyed his orders. He rolled onto his back and lifted his legs so he could put his feet side by side. He put his feet flat and showed The Master his bare, large feet.

"Good," The Master said. He had picked up his glass of whisky again. Shockingly he had yet to touch Chopper's feet even though they were presented so willingly to him. He simply stood there staring at them and sipped on his drink. "Wiggle your toes. Slowly."

Chopper did as he was told. Slowly he wiggled his toes and splayed them. He scrunched his feet briefly and made sure The Master saw just how obedient he had become. Finally The Master lifted his hand and touched Chopper's arch with the knuckle of his pointer finger. Chopper bit his lip as it gently grazed up and down. He felt it tickle oh so horribly but fought his giggling urges.

"Why do you think it is," The Master began. "That I've worked so very hard to make you an obedient pet?"

"B-Because..." Chopper began, but trailed off. He felt his heartbeat quicken with unrelenting anxiety as his mind blanked. "I-I don't know, Master. I'm sorry."

"Because," The Master said with a chuckle. "Your feet are exceedingly beautiful. The moment I set eyes on you I knew they had to be mine, and mine alone. You're the most beautiful, ticklish pet I have ever obtained."

Chopper wasn't sure why but his face felt hot. He had absolutely no idea what The Master was talking about, which wasn't too different from usual when he went on these chaotic and delusional ramblings about his lust, but this time was different because he actually felt... happy? No. That was impossible. NOTHING about this would ever make him happy.

"On your knees," The Master demanded. "Doggy style. Like a good pet."

Chopper lowered his feet slowly. He realized sheepishly that his cock was beginning to harden. He did as he was told and crawled onto the bed so that his bottom was facing his Master. Though still covered in the pink panties his hardening cock was starting to make them slip and reveal the outline of his butt as well as his cock and balls. With one swift movement The Master pulled at the cloth and soon he was entirely naked once more. His panties were on the ground now, and he was fully exposed to The Master.

Chopper's feet were now side by side. The tops of them were pressed to the bed. It was clear when Chopper looked over his shoulder that The Master was staring at them greedily. His short bathrobe was already pointless, as his cock was fully visible and just as erect as Chopper's own. He drank the rest of his whisky and shook the glass gently. It rattled with ice cubes.

"Touch yourself," The Master ordered. "Go on. I won't be mad."

Chopper stared back at the wall in front of him. He squeezed his thighs slightly, and then slowly reached his hand down between his legs to his cock. He stroked it slowly by wrapping his hand around it and running it up and down. It was the first time he had touched his cock since he had been forced to cum as The Master and his crewmates played with his feet. The memory of it made him shudder but still he kept stroking. He bit his lip.

"I want you to do me a favor," The Master said. "Put your feet together tightly. Press them side by side."

Chopper did as he was told. Then, a moment later he gasped.

"A-Ahh!" Chopper cried out.

Something ice cold was suddenly being dragged across his toes. He stopped stroking himself as he scrunched his feet. Still the sensation persisted. He looked between his legs to see that The Master was using the ice from his glass to torment his feet.

"Keep stroking," The Master ordered.

Chopper whined, but did as he was told. Though it was true his body was far more resilient than most to extreme cold and ice, his human form was very thin on fur. The soles of his feet were covered in light fuzz, but other than that they had low tolerance for the cold ice of his home island. This ice was so specific on areas that the Master knew were sensitive. It was hell.

"Good boy," The Master cooed as the ice melted to nothing but water. With his feet now slick The Master drug his fingers up his soles and let them dance on the arches.

"Ahahaha!" Chopper giggled. He wanted so badly to hide his soles but did now. He did just as The Master told him and kept them pressed together. Even as his arches were so cruelly tickled and his mind could not focus on anything but the hell of that sensation he kept stroking his cock.

The Master's lust was growing more apparent. Lust for tickling Chopper's large feet. He took both his hands and danced his fingers up and down both arches now. Chopper screamed. His body yelled at him to move. He did not.

"Ahahahahahaaaaa!" Chopper cried out. He was barely able to keep stroking his cock with so much torment flooding his mind. He buried his face into the bed and just barely grazed his fingers over his hard, hanging cock.

"Good boy," The Master cooed.

Chopper looked over his shoulder the moment the tickling finally stopped. He watched as The Master pulled open his bathrobe and let it drop to the floor. He was now presenting himself fully naked in front of Chopper. He grabbed his cock and stroked it. He was hard.

"On your back," The Master said. "Now."

Chopper barely hesitated. Then, The Master lifted his hand and slapped it over Chopper's taut feet. The reindeer cried out in pain as the stinging subsided but The Master simply barked his order again. Chopper rolled out of Doggy position and got onto his back. The Master climbed onto the bed and sat at the head of the bed. He guided Chopper's body until both of his large soles were present and in front of The Master's cock.

Chopper whimpered and closed his eyes.

"Keep stroking yourself," The Master ordered.

Chopper grabbed his cock and pumped.

The Master grabbed him by the ankle and lifted it to his face. He wrapped his arm around the top of Chopper's foot and hugged it directly into his face. His single sole was so large that Chopper could no longer see The Master's features, though he could certainly feel the roughness of a stubble filled beard and the torment of a tongue already viciously licking the toes.

"A-Ahhh!" Chopper cried as his toes were sucked. That sensation alone made his cock burn with the desire to cum.

The Master grabbed Chopper's other foot and placed it directly on his cock. He grabbed his cock and slapped it against Chopper's sole a few times before pointing it directly in so the head was under the soles.

"Squeeze your toes," The Master commanded.

Chopper obeyed. He squeezed his toes around The Master's cockhead and did his best to pleasure The Master's cock with a single foot. He could feel The Master's knuckles move up and down his arch as he pumped at his own cock. He was still licking lustfully at the toes of the reindeer with no signs of stopping.

Chopper felt the light graze of teeth sink into the ball of his foot. He squeaked audibly as they went deeper. Not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to catch him off guard and make him cry out. He tried to pull his foot away but the hug The Master had on it was too strong. When he unlatched his teeth he forced the foot over his cock as well.

"Make me cum," The Master grunted.

Chopper bit his lip and obeyed. All while stroking his own cock he pumped both of his feet up and down The Master's own. It was just as humiliating as it had been the first time. Hearing The Master groan and moan and whine with pleasure at Chopper's feet touched and toyed at his cock.

The Master leaned back to the nightstand beside the bed. He opened the drawer and pulled out two devices. One was a hair brush that wrapped all the way around in a sphere. The bristles looked plastic with pink bulbs at the end. The other was a makeup brush.

"Your feet," The Master said through a half-moan half grunt of pleasure. "Put your arches on my cock."

Chopper slid his feet into position so that The Master's cockhead just barely stuck out between his massive feet.

"If you hurt me," The Master said. "When I do what I'm about to do. I'm going to lock you up upside down and let all my crewmates use you."

Chopper swallowed a lump, and then nodded his head.

"Give me a footjob," The Master ordered. "And don't you dare stop stroking your cock."

Chopper resumed his movements. His face was burning hot with blush now, but the embarrassment was short lived because now The Master was picking up the cylinder hair brush. He guided it to Chopper's feet all the way to his toes. Then, he did an unspeakably cruel thing and forced it down between both sets of toes.

"A-Ahhhaahahaha!" Chopper cried out, stopping the movement of his feet for just a moment.

"Don't stop," The Master said. "Keep pumping your feet."

"B-But..." Chopper began.

"Do it," The Master growled.

Chopper felt tears in his eyes as he began to move his feet again. The bristles on the cylinder brush tickled his toes relentlessly as he moved. The Master drug the brush up and down up and down. It drug along the undersides of his toes as well as the tops of the balls of his feet. Chopper by some miracle managed to keep his feet moving, but he was already screaming with laughter.

"B-Bahahaha!" He cried out. "BAHAHAHHAAAAAA! PLEHEHEHHEEEESE!"

This went on for god knows how long. Chopper was unsure because his body moved almost robotically. No matter how bad he wanted to stop his feet kept moving in place. It allowed The Master without restraints to tickle his toes. Chopper kept thinking that soon The Master would cum and it would all end. Soon he would stop being tickled.

Finally, The Master grunted. He pulled away the brush and forced Chopper's toes, freshly tickled and raw, over the head of his cock. Chopper felt a thick stream of cum go over and under his toes. The Master forced the feet there until he had finished cumming, and then brought them to his lips where he began to greedily lick.

Chopper rolled his head back and was gasping and coughing. His whole body felt heated with exhaustion. He giggled gently as The Master licked his toes clean.

"Thank you, Master," Chopper said without thinking. He hardly even heard the alarms in his head for saying such a thing, and when he did he pushed them away.

"Now," The Master said once Chopper's feet were entirely clean. "For my other toy."

"Huh?" Chopper asked. He lifted his head to see The Master setting aside the hairbrush and going for the makeup brush. He climbed up Chopper's body until he reached his cock and took it in his hand. He then settled the makeup brush right at the base of the cock. The bristles tickle his balls.

"W-What are you doing?" Chopper cried out. "You came already!"

"I told you," The Master chuckled. "Only the most obedient pets are allowed in my bed chambers for the night. We're going to play until I'm done with you. Just because I've cum doesn't mean I'm not going to edge your precious cock with the tickling of a lifetime."

"N-Nohohoho!" Chopper pleaded as the brush ran up his cock and down again. It tickled so very, very much. He cried out and arched his back but did not reach down his hands to stop it.

"When I'm finally tired," The Master said over Chopper's laughter. "I'll allow you to cum and bind you up. I'll use your feet as my pillows and you'll be here till morning. You won't complain even once, and if you dare cum without permission you'll be punished horribly."

Chopper couldn't answer. He could only laugh. The tickle edging on his cock had already begun, and nothing he could do would stop it until The Master grew bored. As the brush ran up his shaft and down his balls to his taint Chopper screamed in ticklish agony.

"AHAHAHAHAAA! NOT MY TAHAHAHAINT! IT TICHEHEHKLES THERE! NOOHOHOOO!"

Chopper knew all too well, it took a very long time for The Master to grow bored.