Asriel was on the cold, hard floor. It was made of stone and felt cold against his blushing cheek. He had been sniffling for a while now, overcome with emotion that he couldn't quite put into words. He was on his belly, and had learned long ago that writing did nothing but waste his energy and make him feel even more helpless than before. He had been moved from the previous day overnight, the guard who held him captive waking him up by unbinding his rope only to tie his wrists behind his back once more. Even now his hands had red marks from so much pulling and struggling, and ached if he pulled too much. He had begged and asked for his freedom multiple times, but the guard simply kept quiet or worse laughed at his face for suggesting such a thing. He didn't speak to Asriel unless Asriel didn't speak to him, and even then it was only to taunt him. The day before of his soles being licked and kissed and stroked rung in his mind and even the memory alone made his toes curl. Doing so made his ankles hurt, and he was reminded again of his binding.

Asriel was on the floor, yet his captor had told him that he was not permitted to have his princely soles touch the floor. His knees were forcibly bent by a strange wooden device with holes in the middle that the guard had called stocks. His feet were on a table-like structure and were unable to wriggle back through the holes, as such his bare soles and plump toes pointed directly at the ceiling.

"P-Please," Asriel tried again, a bit more helpless than before. He had tried begging so many times, but each time it resulted in silence. "I wanna go home, Sir."

The guard had been sitting there for a while now. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were shut. He didn't look at Asriel, or speak to him. He might have been sleeping, or at least Asriel thought this, but the fact that he smirked at Asriel's pleas told the young prince otherwise.

"Beg beg beg, is that all you know how to do, my Prince?" The guard questioned.

Asriel whimpered, his toes scrunching. He felt his heartbeat increase when the guard shuffled slightly, finally opening up his eyes.

"We had a deal, my Prince? No? All you had to do was not laugh when I touched your pampered feet. Did you not understand the terms of our agreement?" The guard laughed loudly as though it were somehow hilarious to him. He put a hand on his belly and threw back his head. "Hahaha, you're so funny, My Prince."

Asriel began whimpering, shutting his eyes to prevent crying. He remembered his father telling him to be strong, but it was so very very hard.

The guard stood up again and Asriel made an 'eep' noise when he drew near. He sat down, almost falling really, and the ground vibrated when he crossed his legs next to Asriel's body. He put both hands on his knees and hunched over. If Asriel turned his head just to the point where it began to hurt he could look up to see his captor's glowing yellow eyes and sharp, pointy teeth as he grinned.

"You shouldn't have played the game if you had such ticklish feet, my Prince," The guard purred. He reached out his hand and already Asriel was shaking his head.

"N-No! Please!" Asriel cried out just as three fingers touched the arch of his right foot and stroked ever so slowly. The poor prince had to bite his lip to prevent the tormenting sensation from causing him to burst out laughing. The fingers flattened into a hand as the guard began rubbing his meaty fingers all over the boy's wide, soft feet. He ran his thumb under the toes and squeezed at them, making Asriel whimper loudly and fight the urge to giggle.

"You're such an unfair sport, Prince Asriel," The guard sighed loudly. "You lost the game, remember? You had your chance at freedom, so why ask for it?"

"Please," Asriel whined.

"Quiet," The guard snapped, for the first time his voice becoming rough. His fingers pinched at the pudgy part of one of Asriel's toes and the prince cried out in pain, his feet scrunching but the pain continuing in waves. He opened his mouth to let out a sharp, high pitched cry. Eventually he bit his lip and turned his face away from his captor. He sniffled, and loudly, and the fingers finally stopped pinching at his toes.

"Since you can't go five minutes without begging I'll begin today's session by showing you what it means if you beg too much without permission," The guard said, bringing his hand down to Asriel's face and squeezing one of his cheeks. Suddenly something was wrapped around Asriel's face.

"MMMMPH!" Asriel cried out in surprise as suddenly a rope was tied around his head and forced into his mouth as a makeshift gag. He tried to speak and spit it out but it was lodged tightly. He writhed in place as he heard the guard sit up, moaning and crying out in muffled, inaudible words from his gag.

The guard walked away slowly and Asriel began to breathe frantically. He kept trying to look behind him at the direction the guard went but he couldn't see. The prince shut his eyes, trying to calm himself but the panic kept rising. He began to thrash now, desperate for freedom. The footsteps of his captor echoed away, but then came back far too soon. He could see his captor's armored feet as he sat down slowly in the same place as before. He put something in his lap which looked to be a large leather bag almost as big as Asriel's body with a drawstring at the top he began fiddling with. When he opened it Asriel was too close to the ground to even begin to see what the guard was rustling through. He pulled something out slowly, and Asriel caught the faintest glimpse of something tube-shaped and white.

"Mmmmph!" Asriel cried out, his eyes watering. The guard shifted slightly and Asriel could barely see him through the corner of his eyes. He kept trying to look around, paddling his feet helplessly looking for freedom. And then he heard a quiet click of something and settled, everything growing quiet for just a moment.

Then something touched his feet. Something cold and gooey and wet and creamy all at once. It made his body recoil only for his ankles to tug at the wooden stocks and hurt. Something thick was piling on the sole of his foot, and then a finger settled down in the middle of it and began to rub.

"Some lotion that fell from the surface," The guard said, now using both hands to rub the lotion over Asriel's foot with delicate yet deep touches. It almost felt like a massage of sorts that Asriel would sometimes get from the handmaidens if he was upset at something. However now he only panicked, trying not to cry as the lotion was rubbed against his feet. The guard had eight of his fingers on either side of Asriel's feet on the tops, while his two thumbs hooked up to the soles and massaged in the lotion until it covered every inch of his soles and between his toes. His foot felt strange and soft, and when the guard felt it with the palm of his hand in a wipe it made Asriel huff in a ticklish desperation. Soon, the same lotion was applied to his other foot. It was so slow that Asriel could barely take it, and while it didn't tickle it felt him with dread at what was to come. The massaging in the lotion was so close to relaxing that it worried Asriel so, for the guard's touches would linger a bit too long for comfort. When he was finally done Asriel heard a shuffling of armor, and then felt lips press to one of his toes and kiss gently, the hands still stroking the tops of his feet in gentle, soothing caresses as he kissed gently.

Asriel could see the guard's hand reach back to the sack where he pulled and watched it drag out of his line of sight. He heard ruffling inside of it and whined again, but his pleas were not heard.

"There will be no begging," The guard said. "No that you can, anyway. But this is punishment, you understand. You lost the game, and now your feet as well as the rest of you is mine to do as I see fit."

"Mmmph!" Asriel tried to beg, but couldn't make words. He closed his eyes, wiggling his toes and feet out of desperation.

Something touched his heel. It was thick, and course. It moved slowly from the heel and to the side of his foot where it drug upwards along that line, bending into the turn of his foot and back up to the edge of his big toe. It felt as though it were a brush of some kind, the sort used to paint, although this was thick and at least an inch wide with a thousand strands of bristles all running along Asriel's soft, wide, and freshly lotioned bare feet. Soon the brush ran itself back ever so slowly to its starting position.

"Mhmhm..." Asriel whined, the giggling already coming from his mouth. This was worse than the licking and kissing and stroking, this was actual tickling. He was laughing already despite trying his best to fight it.

The brush moved from his heel and drug itself deeply to the arch of Asriel's foot. It paused for just a moment and then swayed side to side, picking up speed slowly as though it were dusting away. It swayed back and forth with ease as though it were actually covered in paint and attempting to cover Asriel's foot in a color.

"MEHEHEZZZ!" Asriel cried out when fingers found his toes and pushed down down until it hurt. He grabbed Asriel by the toes and pulled all of them back so he was unable to so much as scrunch his desperately ticklish feet from the stroke of the brush. The rope in his mouth was soaked with his saliva, and his eyes stung with tears. He kept calling out begging that upset him more when it came out as indubitable words of screaming and laughing. Why oh why did he have such soft, pampered feet? Why did the guard torment them so? He wanted it to end so badly.

"That's right, my Prince," The guard said in a slow, almost lustful tone. "Be a good boy and don't even scrunch your soles for me. You like the feel of a thick, ticklish brush on your feet. You're beginning to understand why you need punished, yes?"

The teasing was getting out of hand. Asriel's toes were being forcibly held down so he couldn't even scrunch his soles even though he was trying. His free foot was paddling helplessly, as it hadn't yet gotten and sort of attention.

The brush found it's way to his toes, which had the fingers of his captor slide back just enough to reveal the sensitive undersides without yet releasing them so he could hide them. The paintbrush found it's way there, and stroked ever so slowly. It drug itself from left to right in the concave area, the fingers squeezing at his toes to keep them from wriggling. Some of the bristles of the brush squeezed between the cracks of his toes and ran along there at places Asriel didn't even know could be tickled.

"MPHPHPHPH!" Asriel cried out. "MEHEHEEZZZ!" He tried to say 'please' again and again, but it was unable to form through his gag.

When the brush finally stopped it wasn't an end to his torment, but a change. His foot was carassed and grabbed by both hands of the guard and held still, kissed gently on the pudgy ball. He felt a short, gentle lick and then a nose bury deep into the arch.

"Oh, I'm so sorry I have to torment your feet, my Prince," The guard mumbled. "Nothing would please me more than to kiss and lick them all day long. Oh, but you must be punished. You'll never learn if you aren't punished, my Prince."

Asriel felt his eyes water. Punishment. This was all punishment to the guard and nothing else. Begging for his freedom was nothing but being punished in the eyes of this monster.

Asriel heard rustling again in the bag, and whined loudly through his gag. His feet were released, so he scrunched them tightly in protest. It was the least he could do, given his situation. Even writhing on the floor led to no results in freedom.

Something was put in front of Asriel's eyes. It was long and black with a small triangle made of black leather at the end. Asriel blinked at it through his blurry vision.

"This is called a riding crop," The guard said. "Oh, believe me, I hoped to never have used it. But I've been counting, you see. How many times you've pleaded with me the past twenty four hours. I'm afraid it's up to... thirty now, yes."

The guard suddenly rose the riding crop, showing his bare hand to Asriel. He slapped down on it hard and the sound resonated. Asriel's eyes widened.

"Thirty lashes, yes. An even number, good. We'll switch feet between each one then, yes," The guard was mumbling to himself.

"MMMPH!" Asriel cried out, a sudden realization dawning onto him. His feet were going to be spanked with that thing. He began breathing hard in and out, his heart beating so fast it nearly vibrated the floor. He tugged so desperately on his feet that he was sure he was about to rip them off.

The leather head of the riding crop stroked over Asriel's paws, touching each toe one by one and then running over his arches. The guard's thumb stroked over his arch before more shuffling was heard and Asriel felt a kiss.

"My apologies," The guard said.

And then the crop slapped down onto the arch of Asriel's left foot.

"MMMPH!" Asriel cried out.

Another slap, this time on his right foot. It was on his heel now. Again Asriel cried out through his gag, his eyes beginning to spill over at humiliation and torment. He would have rather gone back to tickling than to be spanked on his sensitive soles. Already they stung, and he knew they were flushed pink with torment.

The third slap hit the same spot, and it made Asriel cry. He put his head into the floor and for every slap his body would recoil and shudder. He stopped crying out by the tenth, finding it easier to bite into his lip and whimper. The guard seemed to slap hard and harder with each hit, Asriel's losing count around fifteen. He had forgotten how many he was supposed to receive already, and wouldn't be surprised if it was five hundred.

Between each slap the guard's hand alternated, running over his arches and to his toes to pull them back to assure the slap hit his taut flesh. The deep massaging thumb over his sole only began to hurt when each foot was stinging in agony of his punishment. Left, right, left right, it kept going and alternating until it seemed both of his feet had been slapped over every possible inch and then some. His feet were stinging and nearly numb from anything else, even the soft gentle strokes of the guard.

"Thirty," The guard called out, hitting down hard on his foot.

Asriel's cheeks were wet with tears.

"I would love to give you some ice, my Prince," The guard said reluctantly. "However I don't think the lesson will sink in if you get a reward so soon, especially one that grand. How about this..."

Fingers went down to Asriel's mouth and tugged at the gag until it was free. Asriel gasped, half crying half whimpering in protest. He wriggled again and looked up to the guard's melancholy expression. A finger wiped at his cheek and then went to his chin.

"If you thank me for punishing you, as you rightfully deserved, I'll sooth your soles with my tongue."

"Mmm..." Asriel whimpered. His feet hurt so much, the stinging nearly unbearable.

"Th... Th..." Asriel was stuttering. The fingers stroked at his other chin to wipe away his tears. "Thank you... f-for... Punishing me, M-Mister Guard."

The guard smiled.

"Call me Master," He ordered.

"M-Master," Asriel corrected himself in a sniffle.

The first lick to Asriel's pinkened, punished feet was humiliating. The second was regretful of the words he had said. The third, however, was soothing. The tongue ran over his toes and heels and kissed gently in silent apologies for punishing him. Asriel sniffled again, his body shuddering at every single drag of the monster's tongue.

Asriel closed his eyes, and tried not to think of where he was.