When Chopper was still just a normal reindeer and not the human-animal hybrid he was today; he didn�ft understand the concept of being ticklish. He didn�ft understand the humiliation that came from accepting minutes and hours of tickling just for a bite of food or a drink of water from his dog bowl. He didn�ft know what it meant to be exhausted to the point of tears pouring from his eyes with fingers still tracing around his toes. His laughter wouldn�ft stop even when his chest hurt and ached and no matter how much he would beg it wouldn�ft end once he made the mistake of agreeing.

	Chopper understood the rules very quickly.  To get things that he not only wanted but [i]needed,[/i] he had to be tickled. The Master had taken great time in exploring and studying the soles of his feet and the muscle around his nipples and pecs for what areas would never fail to make Chopper gasp and jump. His voice was rough but his fingers were light and teasing in a way Chopper would never, ever become accustomed to. They were almost trained for tickling his massive, bare soles which still to this day were lotioned on an hourly basis.

	�gMhmmhm�c.�h Chopper clenched his lips shut by biting them down on the inside by his teeth as the Master�fs fingers traveled slowly up and down the arch of his right foot. He was sitting on Chopper�fs lap, his hand outstretched and touching Chopper�fs feet without really paying attention. His other hand was on Chopper�fs chin and holding it tight.  Chopper struggled in his bindings, but it was meaningless given just how little time he had been given to sleep.

	�gYou�fre turning out to be such a good pet,�h The Master said.

	Chopper wanted to spit in the Master�fs face.  But he didn�ft, because he knew that would result in punishment.

	Just as things that Chopper required were �grewarded�h with tickling, misbehaving was rewarded with torment. Slapping his soles, pinching his nipples, blindfolding him and nibbling roughly on his toes. Begging was sometimes counted as misbehaving, but not always. The same went for keeping his feet still. Sometimes he was punished for wiggling his toes, and other times punished for not wiggling them enough. He was never told in advance what the Master wished to see.

	Chopper wiggled his toes now. The Master smiled and lowered his finger to pinch his nipple and give it a light twist.

	�gA-Ah�c�h Chopper whined and shut his eyes.  His body tensed in his chair.

	�gGood boy,�h The Master cooed.  �gDo you know how long you�fve been here?�h

	Chopper didn�ft know. He had lost all sense of time. The tickling had made him too exhausted to keep track of his hourly lotion sessions.  Sometimes he slept right through them; unless of course it was The Master who came in the night to give one. If he was caught asleep during the lotion massage he was slapped and spanked until he was fully awake. He was starting to lose any strength to so much as think of a way out of his torment.

	�gA week,�h The Master said. �gA full week, pet.�h

	Just as the Master began swirling his finger around Chopper�fs nipple playfully the door opened. Chopper was blinded with sunlight and whined at the sight of it. His eyes were so adjusted to the dark room. He cracked them open just as the Master rose from his lap and went over to his two beast-men crewmates. It was the Bear Chopper had seen being punished his first day, as well as the lion-guard. They were as scantily dressed as ever in leather speedos and belts around their muscled torsos. The bear was slightly thicker, but it was fat on top of clear defined muscle.

	�gWe�fre finished preparing, Master,�h The Bear said in a shaky voice. The Master�fs hand went to his cheek and stroked it. The Bear looked somewhere between flinching and sighing in relief that the touch was gentle.  The Master�fs other hand touched his nipple and stroked across it slowly.

	�gGood boys,�h The Master purred. �gYou know what to do.�h

	Both beast-like men nodded and went to Chopper.  They began to untie his wrists and ankles from the chair, both raw and red with struggling so much from his torment. Every thought in Chopper�fs mind was fighting with him. Part of him screamed to attack while the other yelled to stay still to avoid more punishment.  His body tensed as hands grabbed at him, and both the lion and the bear hoisted him without much effort. He squirmed some, and caught eye of the smiling Master.

	�gWhat�fs going on?�h Chopper asked.

	�gNo talking,�h The lion and bear said at once.

	Chopper was led out to the deck. He saw several of the other beast-like men from before all dressed the same as the two carrying Chopper.  The Master whistled and waved over a boar-man and a wolf of some sort.

	�gGrab his limbs,�h The Master said. �gOne of you each.�h

	Instantly the bear dropped Chopper�fs top half and he landed with a thud and a yelp of surprise. The two new beast-men came over and grabbed him by the ankles until he was held out above the ground by all limbs dangling limply in the middle.

	�gH-Hey!�h Chopper shouted. �gWhat are you doing!�h

	He was wiggling his feet and fingers, as it was the best he could do. Chopper tried to fight but lack of sleep and seemingly endless tickle torture were enough to make his attempts at less than a tenth of his normal strength. He tried to transform into his smaller form, but once more the seastone collar around his neck prevented him from turning.  The Master approached from the side and ran his hand flat down Chopper�fs abdomen to the hem of his shorts.

	�gW-What are you going to do to me?�h Chopper asked.

	�gSilence,�h The Master said.

	Chopper whimpered and curled his toes.

	Suddenly, a glimmer of steel caught Chopper�fs eye just as his heart caught in his throat.  The master pulled a pocket knife out of his coat and was waving the sharp looking end towards Chopper.

	�gN-No!�h Chopper shouted.  �gG-Get that away from me!�h

	�gGag him,�h The Master ordered.

	The Lion man while still holding his arm suddenly stuffed something into Chopper�fs wide, shouting mouth. It tasted like an old rag, and it was a struggle not to choke on the thing. He tried to spit it out but before he knew it the Bear and Lion worked as a team to secure a leather band around his mouth to properly gag him.

	�gMMMPH!�h Chopper shouted.

	The knife drew closer and closer to Chopper�fs body. He feared pain. The fingers of the master continued to trace teasingly around his belly button before finally moving down and pinching the top of his shorts. He pulled up, and Chopper suddenly felt fear. A new kind of fear. The sort of fear that came with an overwhelming sensation of humiliation at what the Master planned to do.

	He brought the knife to Chopper�fs pants and began to cut. Instantly the fabric tore and the fresh air blew a breeze down Chopper�fs crotch to his now exposed cock which fell out almost instantly as the knife drug down the fabric and freed his private sections.

	�gMMMMPH!�h Chopper squeezed his eyes shut and continued to squirm. His face was red. His face was burning.  His cock was out freely and all these men were staring at his body being stripped free of what little dignity he had left. The bits of fabric left were freed of his legs and fell to the deck under him.  Chopper writhed but his flaccid member waved freely and made him blush harder.

	He tried to say �eplease�f but it came out as just another undisguisable whimpering noise.

	�gSet him down,�h The Master ordered.

	The men all set Chopper down slowly and released each one of his limbs. Instantly Chopper curled up and covered his now exposed cock, rolling to his side away from the Master. With one hand he lifted his hand to free his gag but the Master caught his wrist and held him back. Chopper whined as fingers began to run down his back and onto his newly exposed butt which he couldn�ft hide without turning over.

	�gHere�fs what�fs going to happen, Pet,�h The Master said. �gYou�fre going to spread your legs as far as they can go, and offer your soles to my men. You�fre going to start touching yourself. You won�ft stop until you cum and make a mess, do you understand?�h

	Chopper tightened his body in denial that any of this was going to happen. This was too far. He wouldn�ft do this.

	�gDo you understand?�h The Master repeated.

	Chopper whined and shook his head no.

	Fingernails dug into one of Chopper�fs newly exposed butt cheeks. He whined more and felt his body tense as it was pulled. He felt a breeze flow in an area which he had never felt air flow before.  He was squeezed and groped there.

	�gIf you don�ft do as I say,�h The Master said. �gI�fm going to make my men hold you down while I stick my cock in your ass.�h

	Chopper looked up in horror. The Master had a face more honest than Chopper had ever seen him. Chopper�fs heart was pounding.

	�gAnd then I�fm going to let my men one by one do the same to you. By the time we�fre done you�fll be so used you�fll beg to just get it over with as easily as I�fm offering now. Now�c tell me, Tony Tony Chopper�c Do you understand?�h

	Chopper felt his body tremble.  With much hesitation, he nodded his head.

	�gShow me,�h The Master said. �gSpread your legs.

	Chopper did as he was told. He rolled onto his back and spread his legs slowly, though his hands still covered his flaccid cock.

	�gRemove your hands, Pet,�h The Master ordered.

	Chopper slowly inched up his fingertips until his cock was fully exposed.  The lion and boar approached now, both going for his ankles.  Chopper shut his eyes as he heard the wood creak as they settled down, each grabbing for his ankles.

	�gStroke it,�h The Master demanded.

	The boar lifted Chopper�fs foot and instantly the reindeer felt a massive tongue touch his toes and wrap around three. Without any hesitation he began to suck and nibble with force Chopper didn�ft know possible. He was needy, as though it was food to him. He licked and licked and panted his hot breath against Chopper�fs sole. The lion was slower, though his tongue was rough and animal-like to hit every nerve at once as he slowly ran his tongue along Chopper�fs heel and gave his ball a gentle kiss.  Chopper pulled slightly, but both beast gripped his ankles and keep him still.

	Chopper touched the base of his cock and stroked with a shaking hand. The Master was now stroking under his chin and staring at his whole body up and down as though he were a sight. Chopper caught glimpse of the other two beast men who had held him just moments before stare at him. They watched as his cock grew harder and harder. They watched as his toes squirmed and were molested by hungry, wet tongues that feasted upon them.  They watched as he let out the worst sound he possibly could.

	A moan. A brief, single moan just as the boar�fs meaty lips wrapped around his big toe.

	The Master smiled, and Chopper widened his eyes in fear.  He wondered if he could pass it off as a gasp, or even a groan.  But god, for the Master to hear him moan would be a problem so grand he would never be able to handle it.  His eyes began to sting, but that was before a second hand gripped itself around his cock.

	�gSomebody�fs excited,�h The Master chuckled.

	Chopper closed his eyes so not to cry.

	His cock wasn�ft just hard, but actually responding to the stimulation on his soles. How many times had he been tickled and rewarded with a drink of water or bite of food. How many times had his soles been kissed and licked and he had been thankful it wasn�ft another lashing. Shame was flooding over him as the Master�fs fingers brought his hand back to his cock and made him pump it up and down.  He stared at his cock and was shamed to see pre-cum at the head wetting his shaft.  He opened his mouth and felt another moan come up, but this one he was able to divert.

	The Master grabbed his chin again and leaned down.  Chopper continued to pump his cock faster and faster just wanting to cum so it would end.  If he came it would all be over. If he came he would no longer feel tongues and lips attack and ravage his poor feet.  He felt his back arch as the lion brought a claw to his arch and stroked slowly.  It was between ticklish hell and a gasp of surprise that came from his mouth.  Just as he opened his mouth to laugh the Master leaned down and planted his lips against his own.

	The Master kissed him and forced his tongue into Chopper�fs mouth.  Every instinct in Chopper�fs body screamed to bite as hard as he could but he couldn�ft. He couldn�ft bring himself to do it even as his eyes stung and he struggled not to cry.  The kiss went deeper and deeper and humiliation was flooding over Chopper when they parted for a second and he heard himself moan.  His cock was closer to orgasm. His cock was hard as it could be. His cock was responding not only to the stimulation on his soles but the lips of his tormenter against his own.  They split and Chopper was terrified to find he had to fight not to go back to those lips. He was burning up and delirious with foot licking and his cock being close to cumming.

	�gCum for me,�h The Master whispered. His lips were so close Chopper could feel warm breath against his own. �gCum for me and be my good little foot slave.�h

	[i]Foot slave.[/i]

	Chopper came at that instant. A burst of seed ran from his cock and shot high up as he opened his mouth and half yelled half moaned. He shot once, twice, three times and continued to pump his cock. Lips were settled around his toes and released and he was left there panting and exposed, his cock wet with cum and body damp with sweat.

	The Master was smiling. Chopper widened his eyes, and began to realize what he had just done.

	�gYou�fre shaping up fine, Pet,�h The Master said.  His fingers stroked Chopper�fs cheek. �gNow, what else will you do for me?�h