Gav looked with fear at the candle that his master was holding precariously close to his paws. He could already see that the flame was making the wax begin to melt and drip down, and he knew exactly where those drips were going to land.

“Mmm, ready to feel the wax, boy?” The master said, with a perverted smile.

“Y-yes, master...please let me feel it...” Gav replied.

The master did not respond verbally, simply tilting the candle above Gav's toes so that the burning hot wax began to drip. Gav watched with both anxiety and excitement as he saw the wax travel downwards, and a huge tingle swept through his body as he felt the pain of the hot wax landing squarely on two of his toes. As he splayed his toes out from the discomfort, another two drips landed on each of his soles, which made him emit high-pitched moans of pain.

The wax came continuously across different parts of his tormented soles and toes. The drips landing between his toes were particularly painful, but his sensitive soles were finding it much harder to cope with the burning the more drips landed on them.

“Aahhghghhhhh...” Gav moaned and shouted from the painful burning sensations being administered to his helpless bare feet.

“Good boy...feel the burn...”

His soles and toes squirmed and scrunched more vibrantly with every drip, until he was reduced to a moaning, aroused wreck squirming and writhing as much as he could in his bonds. His cock remained fully hard, throbbing with every exciting shot of pain on his soft feet.

Suddenly, after only about 5 minutes of dripping, Gav heard a loud banging coming from the door of the house. It wasn't just him either, as his master actually turned round quickly and pulled the candle away upon hearing the banging. And if the master was pausing the torture session for it, it must be something serious...

“I apologise for this pet, but you need to hide. Now.” The master very quickly undid Gav's restraints, visibly panicking. The pet had no time to comprehend what was going on.

“M-master? Is everything alright, er, where do I hide?”

“It will be fine, I will explain later! Just go hide in the cupboard in the corner!”

Gav hesitated and walked slowly towards the cupboard on his pained feet, still unsure of what was going on. He did speed up a little when his master shouted at him though.

“GO!! NOW, QUICKLY!!” The master shouted at Gav before running to the door. 

As he climbed into the cupboard and closed the door, Gav had time to wonder what the hell was actually happening. Was this some sort of act set up by the master to enhance the session? He couldn't deny that it was certainly exciting him and the menace of the unknown was helping his cock to remain erect. However, the look in his master's eyes was absolutely one of true fear, which indicated the interruption was not planned.

Over the next 30 seconds, Gav could hear a very loud commotion coming from the entrance to the house, however he could not figure out what was happening based on it. The loud banging culminated in one extremely loud bang, as if the door had been completely kicked off it's hinges or something, and what followed simply sounded like a muffled mixture of shouting and grunting, mixed with the occasional loud bang. It sounded as if there was much more than just the master there – like a group had broken in to the house. Soon, Gav's suspicions were confirmed, as a final bang accompanies the door to the room being swung open and the group walking in – a group of very similar looking, very muscular and strong lions, all clad in black, and all but one of them roughly manhandling Gav's master as he struggled and grunted against them. Fighting their way to the middle of the room, the gang forced the master into the same chair that Gav had been tortured in barely a minute prior, and restrained him extremely tightly. The lone lion who was not restraining him began to speak to him.

“Still a pervert are we, Brian?” He said, “That's good, it makes things a lot easier for us whenever we have to have a little...talk.”

Gav had never thought about his master's real name before, but he certainly didn't expect it to be Brian. That seemed like such a generic name. But then again, Gav didn’t have much idea at all about his master outside of his sexual life – but it certainly seemed like he was about to find out a lot.

“You told me I had until the end of the week, you fucker!” Brian shouted at the gang, who responded by smacking him across the face before one of them grabbed a tuft of fur on his face and forced him to look at the lion directly in front, who appeared to be the leader.

“No, that was last time. And I'll give it to you, you managed to just about manage that timescale last time. Which is why I trusted you to give me the money this time by 4pm on Thursday.”

“It's only 3pm now! Can you or your cronies not tell the time?”

“Of course it is. Which is why you aren’t screaming in pain right now. Obviously, you should have just been about to leave and come to us with the money. But we thought we’d be nice and save you the transport. So, just tell us where the money is and we will untie you and be on our way...”

“I..I don't have the goddamn money...”

“OHHHH what a fucking surprise!” The leader shouted sarcastically, “Are you still thinking you can get away with fucking us over just because we happened to be friends for a long time?”

“Look, please, I can get you the money by Sunday I prom-”

“I dont give a shit about what happens on Sunday, Brian. I want that money right now. So give it to me straight, am I going to be able to get that money now? Yes or no?”

“Look you dont have to punish me, we are friends, we go back-”

“YES OR NO!?”

“....No...”

“Thank you for being honest.” He then gestures to his henchmen, “Let me see this bastard's feet.”

Gav was watching intently and anxiously. His master was a much more interesting person than he had first thought. But now something else was his point of focus. The henchmen were roughly pulling off his master's boots and socks, to reveal his big, meaty, furry feet, which struggled and squirmed in their restraints. Not only that, the leader of the gang appeared to be looking over the tools laid out on the nearby desk, picking out a particularly nasty-looking roughened flogger that Gav had assumed was simply there for aesthetics. Gav was both terrified and excited. He was about to see his own master go through a real, non-consensual foot torture punishment.