Asriel whimpered. He had been whimpering for a while now, and for what he could call a good reason. For the past few hours, if he had to judge given that he had no real clue, he hadn't been quite able to have control over his body. He could write and squirm in the rope he felt tug against his arms and bind his ankles together, but none of it got him far. He felt sweaty and tired, and wondered if it was due to him being in The Hotlands of the Underground. Of course, he couldn't tell this either. He had truly no idea where he was because of the fact that he was blindfolded. It was wrapped tightly around his head to the point where it almost hurt. He was sitting up straight, but the chair was cushy in a way with hard and cold sides that almost felt like a smaller version of his father's throne. He had been awake for only an hour, if he had to guess. He felt like crying, panic boiling in his chest in an uncomfortable fashion that made him feel helpless. He couldn't free himself, couldn't see, and his final memories before ending up here were of him laying down in his bed for a rest and then a cold, armored hand covering his mouth with a heavy body pinning him down. All Asriel could do was wiggle both his fingers and his toes. His feet were free only in the sense that past his ankles the rope stopped, and he could paddle his feet helplessly as they hung in the air. He was breathing heavily now, and jumped whenever he heard what almost sounded like pipework or a whistling wind. Once more, the young prince whimpered. Then, Asriel heard footsteps. They were sudden in a way that made him gasp and cry out in shock. "H-Hello?" The young goat cried out. "P-Please? Help me!" Asriel had been calling out for a while now to the point where his throat was aching and parched. He hunched his back down when he called out, his ears hurting from the echo of what he supposed had to be the large room he was trapped in. He wanted to hear the voice of his strong father or competent mother come to his rescue, but all he heard were the footsteps approaching slowly, not panicked as though they were looking for him. A creak was heard. Asriel stopped breathing and squirmed in his bindings. He tried to squirm out of the chair several times however there was a rope tied to the back that prevented him from doing anything but sitting patiently. He whimpered loudly, calling out again to the noise. "W-Whose there?" Asriel asked. "M-My Father's the king, you know! He's big and strong and twice the size of any monster here!" Asriel heard the footsteps now so close the figure must have been in front of him. He heard the clanking of what sounded like metal as though the figure was in armor. Asriel heard breathing, and it both scared and chilled him. He squirmed more, unsettled that the monster wasn't speaking to him. "Hello, My Prince," The voice finally said. It was deep, and commanding in a way. Asriel actually let out an audible 'eep!' when he heard it finally and then blushed when he realized he hadn't been strong like his Father told him to be when he was scared. The armor sounded as though it was moving, getting closer to him. The sound grew lower as though it were under Asriel and he could just barely see a flash of blue armor under the crack just under his blindfold. It reminded him of the kind used for the Royal Guard. "Y-You know who I am?" Asriel whimpered. "Why of course," The voice said. Suddenly a pair of thick fingers touched under Asriel's chin. He jumped and tried to turn his head away but the fingers turned his head back. He frowned, his lower lip trembling. "I'm a member of the guard, after all. Your father's most trusted monsters." "G-Guard?" Asriel asked hopefully. "D-Did you come to rescue me?" Suddenly one of the fingers from the guard extended and stroked under his chin in a slow, unsettling kind of a way. Asriel found himself whining, his toes curling slowly before the other hand came out and touched the bottom of one of them. These fingers were cool with metal and armor and made him yelp again in surprise. They moved ever so slowly in circled, just barely scraping the surface of his bare, pure white paws. "After all the trouble I did of kidnapping you, my Prince?" "Mmm!" Asriel whined. Fear struck him, and hard. "W-Why?" He asked, frightened and growing frantic. "W-Why would my Father's guard?" "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," The guard drew out the sound slowly. He brought the thumb of his metal armor to Asriel's lips to forcibly silence him. Asriel's chest was heaving up and down in a panicked, frightened state. "I know you're scared, my Prince. Rest assured I understand your fear. I felt you struggle in my arms and put up a fight for such a small, delicate body. You're pampered every day, aren't you?" "Mmm..." Asriel repeated. He didn't answer, merely whined. "P-Please let me go, M-Mister guard." "Oh, that's what I came here to talk with you about," The voice said. Despite how gruff it was the monster sounded as though he were sincere. "I have an offer for you. A teensy little one, my Prince. I'll let you go if you do it." "W-What?" Asriel asked. Just as he said that the fingers gently touching his paws squeezed gently and made him curl his toes. They ran up his foot to his plump, wiggling toes and squeezed at one until he whimpered unsettlingly again. "I'm going to touch your paws for a while," The guard said in that deep but soothing voice. "All over. Especially your soft, pampered soles. If you don't laugh once after five minutes I'll let you go. You can walk home and let all of this be like a bad dream." "W-What?" Asriel repeated his question from before. It sounded strange to him, crazy even. Why would a guard want to touch his feet? Why couldn't he laugh? He began breathing harder again." "Of course, if you refuse, I'll just leave you here alone," The guard chuckled. "U-Um..." Asriel kept stuttering, and kept wincing every time he did so. "W-What if I... I laugh?" Another unsettlingly deep, long chuckle. "Let's just hope you don't, my Prince." The guard purred out, his fingers stroking the undersides of Asriel's feet and moving up to his ankles where he pushed up the pant leg of his slowly. The cold, metal fingers kept running along his poor, sensitive skin. Asriel whimpered again, and a long silence passed where his leg was squeezed and his anxiety rose. "O-Okay," Asriel whimpered, though every bone in his body told him to refuse. "Excellent," The guard mumbled. A few seconds of silence passed where the only sound was the shuffling of armor. Asriel heard the scraping of something that reminded him of his mother sharpening a knife in the kitchen and felt a tug on the rope at his ankles. He felt something cool and metal touch his ankle and he yelped, but the rope was tugged at regardless as the knife began to saw at his bindings. His legs were free, but his arms and upper body were still trapped. Asriel sat, trembling slightly. Fingers found his blindfold and pulled it upward. Asriel blinked a few times, and despite the darkness of the room his pupils still stung. He looked down to his kidnapper, a guard with skin pure red and horns on either side of his head. He was wide and tubby, his eyes pure yellow. Asriel whimpered at the side of him. "My Prince," The guard said. Asriel realized he was sitting on one knee as if addressing him with authority. "Please do remember, no laughing." "Mmm," Asriel closed his eyes, realizing they were stinging with tears of fright. His toes curled. When he cracked open his eyes again the guard was removing his gauntlets and gloves one by one to reveal his bare hands. His fingernails were pointed slightly. Slowly the guard extended his hand. He grabbed one of Asriel's feet slowly in both of the, holding it at the sides as though it were delicate as he raised it slightly. The guard's thumb and index finger were squeezing his heel while the other two fingers touched the sides, gliding upward slowly. The guard's eyes were locked on Asriel's bare, wide foot. His father used to tease him about his feet being like a shirt he had yet to grow into, and right now he realized it. When the guard lowered his head and pressed his lips to the top of Asriel's foot his heart simply pounded. He kept his face there a few seconds as though taking it in. "So soft," The guard mumbled. This was bad, and Asriel knew it. Even the slightly touch of the fingers stroking ever so slowly along the sides of his pure white and bare sole were making Asriel's lips twitch. He could remember countless times of torment where his father tickled him, remarking just how soft and sensitive his poor soles were. At night he would touch each of his toes one by one and tickle them, mocking Asriel's squealing in protest. This was different, as the guard almost seemed hungry at just feeling them. His mumbling of words was almost a moan as though he were commenting on things he had only imagined in a dream. His lips kissed again, and now his palm was flat against Asriel's sole and squeezing gently. "Ah... Ah...." Asriel was panting. The man wasn't even trying to tickle him, but merely feeling up and slowly teasing his soles. The seconds drug by slowly at an incredible degree. When his toes curled the guard seemed to disagree with this action and pulled them back. His mouth opened slightly, revealing his pointy demon-like teeth. "Do you wash them daily?" The demon questioned. "Um... T-The... The handmaids..." Asriel was whimpering out the words now, too frightened to speak fully. "Ah, yes, the handmaidens," The guard confirmed. "Such gentle care of our wonderful Prince and his soft soles." The guard kissed Asriel's feet again, this time on the tip of his middle toe. A slow, hair raising extent of his tongue was all Asriel needed to see before holding his breath. He felt the wet appendage touch just under his plump, massive toe and glide slowly between the next one. The guard was slow, but his shoulders trembled slightly as though he were taking great pleasure simply doing this. He grabbed Asriel's foot firmly in his own and buried his face under Asriel's toes, his nose just under the plump part. He breathed in and trembled again, his tongue lapping slowly and methotically against the ball of Asriel's soft, princely sole. "Mmmm... mmmm," Asriel closed his eyes. It tickled. It really, really tickled. Not enough to laugh at but it was so slow and light that every touch felt just as harmful as a knife gliding over his skin. Why of why did he have to have such soft, pampered soles? Why did he have to spend all his time in a flower garden where they would only touch the soft petals of flowers? Even just the guard breathing on them made him cry out in frightened sounds. It got worse. The long, meaty fingers of the guard slowly released his soles. His tongue was hanging out as he licked his lips, still staring at Asriel's feet. He leaned down, grabbing at both and pulling them up until Asriel's knees could no longer straighten further and his scrunched soles were wiggling before the guard. The guard pulled and pushed his face into them, his nose burying at the crack. Asriel whimpered, loudly. His massive soles were so ticklish that even the kissing and licking and smelling of them made him want to laugh. "No," Asriel whimpered, shaking his head frantically as his long goat ears bat on the sides of his head. "No no no no!" The guard was now licking up the edge of his foot, his other hand occupied by pushing his thumb into Asriel's arch and massaging slowly. The guard wouldn't stop kissing his soles, again and again. When he didn't kiss he licked, and when he didn't lick he would smell. He sometimes simply buried his entire face against one and shuddered in pleasure. "Oh," The guard purred. He set Asriel's feet down slowly side by side, his soles facing to the floor. He extended all of his fingers and began at the soles, tracing upward with great pleasure with his mouth watering. It. Was. Torture. Asriel bit his lip, his eyes widening. The fingernails of the guard were pointed, and sharp. They dug into his poor, soft flesh on his toes and soles as the fingers glided upwards and downward. He tried to scrunch his soles but it was no use, the ticklish hell trudged onward. Asriel closed his eyes, gasping for air whenever he needed it. He kept repeating to himself 'don't laugh don't laugh' in his mind. "Ah..." Asriel gasped out. The fingers were moving freely now over every inch of his kissable, wettened feet. His eyes were watering from the need to breathe properly. He was gasping and crying out at random intervals now. Whenever he tried to move his feet away, to prevent the tickling, they would be brought back and held down. "Tickle tickle," The guard purred. "Oh, just give me a laugh, Prince. What'll it hurt? Just one laugh? You know you want it." Asriel did want it. He wanted to laugh and cry and beg and scream all at once. His face was bright pink with blush. He kept shaking his head, the fingers too playful on his soft, delicate feet. They were running under his toes and against the balls. His ankle was grabbed again, and his foot was pulled on until the guard could kiss the heel. He extended his wide tongue and drew it upwards slowly, Asriel watching as it tormented his sole. It ended at the toes, forcing a few in his mouth as he suckled his his tongue wildly ravished them. His other hand came up, pinching and stroking at his bare now wettened with saliva arches. "Ha.. Haha... Hahahaha!" Asriel cried out, turning his head away. "Stohohop it stohohhp it please, no more! Not my feet please! I-I wanna go home!" A few more minutes of blindly lustful sucking and tickling Asriel was tormented by before the guard for the moment had his fill, kissing each of his toes slowly and methodically as the prince shuddered with each one. "I'm afraid you failed," The guard purred, not at all sounding apologetic. "N-No!" Asriel cried out. "I didn't mean it! I-I didn't! Please!" The blindfold that had been used to cover Asriel's eyes now were blinded again as he writhed, kicking his legs freely. He kept begging and crying out and offering anything he could to free himself, but the guard refused to speak to him. It wasn't until a few minutes had passed and Asriel calmed down, panting to himself and beginning to cry, did the guard's voice come. "I'll see you tomorrow, my Prince."