(DISCLAIMER: This is a story that is 100% entirely centred around bastinado/falaka i.e. beating/spanking/whipping of the feet. It is a niche kink and one that could distress some people hence why I am putting this disclaimer here to warn more thoroughly of content than I usually do xP This story does have a 'happy' ending (with a treat for fans of general foot-play/worship) and is not permanent, however does contain fairly harsh BDSM/torture content on the way there. If you are like me and enjoy Digimon foot torture and BDSM in all it's varieties then do read on at your pleasure. If you are exclusively a tickle fetishist, do click away but keep an eye out for an alt version coming soon~

Also, this fic is tagged as Adult due to the harder nature of the specific fetish, but it does not contain any 'normal' explicit or sexual content)

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"Ugh...can we take a rest yet? My feet are killing me..."

The sounds of a complaining Gabumon had been continuing for a good couple of hours now, much to the chagrin of his partner, an Agumon who was quite happy to walk for long distances. The two Digimon were travelling through the woods on a long hike, however the Gabumon wasn't quite as much of an avid walker as he thought. A hiking trip sounded fun, but he regretted not just resting for the weekend.

"Quit complaining! We've only been out for a few hours!" The Agumon responded, dismissing his companion's pleas. "We're never gonna get anywhere if you need to sit down every few miles! It's not my fault that your feet can't handle a hike!"

"My feet can handle a hike! It's not MY fault that you've taken us on the route that's filled with rocks and gravel!" Gabumon defended himself, and he had a point. The ground was rather harsh even on his strong, scaly feet. Every step seemed to come with pointy rocks, or rough gravel providing an unpleasant sensory experience all round. Agumon seemed alright with it, but Gabumon had rather a shy, personal issue about his feet. They were very sensitive and really couldn't handle rough ground too well. He wasn't going to admit that to his companion, of course, he was just going to grumble about it, suck it up, and keep walking. Luckily for him, his whining had managed to get to a point where it got results.

"Pfft, fine! We can take a seat by that building over there, but only for five minutes!"

"Thank you!" Gabumon said with relief as he paced slightly quicker over to the small brick building in the distance. It had been a while since either of them had seen any kind of structure, so it also managed to give them some sort of bearings for their hike. The pair both sat down on a log that was a few metres away from the house.

"Who do you think lives all the way out here? There's nothing around for ages!" Agumon questioned as he looked at the very small and quaint home they were resting near.

"Presumably someone like you who can handle long walks..." The Gabumon sighed as he laid back on the log, lifting his feet up and rubbing them in an attempt to soothe the aching.

"Hey you agreed to come with me!" Agumon responded, punctuated with reaching over and using his claw to poke at one of his partner's soles. "Maybe it'll toughen you up!"

"HEY!!" Gabumon yipped and shouted in a high pitch as his foot was poked, promptly hiding that sole behind the other foot. "Don't touch me!"

"What? You a little shy about your feet?" Agumon smirked.

"N-no...they're just sensitive..." The words came out of Gabumon's mouth before he could really think about them, making his shyness very obvious. He blushed slightly once he'd realised what he had just admitted.

"Oh really? Well if you don't get your butt in gear in a few minutes then I'll pin you down and tickle the heck out of them! How's that sound?"

"You wouldn't dare!" Gabumon gasped and hid his soles again, blushing slightly brighter. He knew his partner was a tease and was just trying to get at him for kicks, but he wouldn't put it past him to actually act on his threat.

"Heh, well we'll see..." Agumon stands up and faces his partner, looking around in the distance. "I think we need to head over that way next, that'll get us through this forest quicker."

"I hope so... how long did you say it would take to get to the fountain again?"

Just as the Agumon's mouth was about to open for a reply, he let out a small gasp and froze. He stood completely still. His eyes got slightly wider, but he became completely motionless.

"Uh...Are...are you okay, Agumon? Did you see something?" Gabumon became confused and concerned, waving a hand to try and stop his friend from acting so weird. No movement was forthcoming from the Agumon however, until a few seconds later, when he very slowly tilted forwards and landed face-first in the dirt. A small dart seemed to be poking out of his back, immediately setting off Gabumon's anxiety and making him look around frantically. "A..Agumon! What the heck! Who's there!?"

Gabumon was turning his head all around trying to find any sight of who could have knocked his friend out, when suddenly he felt a sharp prick in his neck. Even if he wanted to fight against it, the tranquilliser that he had been hit with acted extremely fast, and he was asleep within seconds. At least he was getting a good rest now.

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"Mmph! Mmphphph!!"

As if Gabumon's anxiety wasn't bad enough already, he awoke to a number of rather intimidating noises. Namely, the sound of muffled and unclear shouting mixed with the rattle of metal chains. A bright light assaulted his vision, but he could tell he was in a bad situation even before his eyes unblurred. The feeling of cold metal wrapped around his wrists, which he could not pull from above his head. His back was flat on a rough and equally cold floor, but his legs were lifted up in the air. More metal wrapped around his ankles, attaching them to a wooden bar. As he regained full eyesight, he could see that the wooden bar was suspended from the ceiling by more chains. The room he was in was grey and barren, illuminated by candlelight and with only a single cupboard to his left for furniture. As nervous as he was, at least he wasn't alone. Bound in the exact same helpless position just to his right was Agumon, who seemed to have an extra bit of bondage around his mouth. A thick cloth gagged him and muffled every angry shout that he attempted to unleash. The Agumon was rather lively, struggling frantically and making a surprising amount of noise for a gagged person.

"Agumon! Where are we!? Who did this to us!?" 

Agumon paused and gave an annoyed glare back in response. Gabumon was unsure whether that was due to the whole situation or because it was rather stupid to ask a question when it was impossible for him to respond through his gag. "R...right, I see. Sorry."

The pair both calmed down slightly, realising that struggling was going to go nowhere. Resting and looking up, they were both faced with their sight of their big scaly feet bound to the wooden bar. The fact that his feet felt so vulnerable and helpless was the main driving force behind Gabumon's fear. Part of him hoped that this was an elaborate prank by Agumon to tease him further about his earlier admission, but he knew the dino wouldn't be willing to get tied up himself under any circumstance. Another part of him wondered exactly what Agumon was thinking - was the bondage getting to him in the same way, or was he just pumped up and ready to try and fight? As his mind raced, Gabumon's thoughts were interrupted by loud noises in front of him. He couldn't move to get a good look, but the sounds of a heavy door being opened and closed, followed by footsteps, echoed around the cold room.

"Are you two both awake? Good." A deep voice greets the two bound Digimon, slowly approaching and getting louder. Both of them try their best to get a look at their captor - but even when they do, they are none the wiser. Their enemy is cloaked in a hood, his face hidden by the dimness. The only visible parts of his body are his arms, which seemed to be human in appearance. "I was rather surprised to see you two trespassing near my home..."

"Trhhphhmphphp?!? Yphphph!!" Agumon shouted, resulting in gagged nonsense. Gabumon gulped as he realised he'd have to try and be the voice of reason. 

"I-I don't know who you are, but me and my friend were not trespassing! We are on a hiking trip through this forest, and had no idea that we were on your land! Please forgive us!"

"You came this close to my house, far from the designated paths of the forest, and you expect me to believe you were not trespassing? I've had problems with mischievous Digimon like you before..."

"Please believe me, sir! We would never knowingly intrude on your home! We were simply resting!"

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" The human raised his voice, "You trespassed with these feet, and now they will pay the price."

"N-no..." The specific reference to their feet made Gabumon whimper slightly. He had guessed that their bondage was a deliberate choice to make their feet more exposed and vulnerable, but having it confirmed just sent a fresh wave of anxiety over him. He curled and wiggled his toes nervously as he looked up at them - and couldn't help but notice that Agumon was moving his toes in a very similar manner. "Please sir! We admit our mistake, punishment is not necessary! Leave our feet alone!"

"Hehe..." An evil giggle comes from the captor, delighted by that last plea. "I'm guessing you boys have never had your feet disciplined before? Never had them punished? Does the word 'bastinado' mean anything to you?"

"N-no...it doesn't..."

"The most effective punishment for those who walk where they shouldn't..." As he speaks threateningly, the captor opens up the cupboard to Gabumon's left, revealing the contents inside. Renewing the two Digimon's fear as they see the collection of blunt tools - whips, canes, paddles, all hanging by their handles inside the storage. A long and thin bamboo cane is picked out of there by the human, who rests it in his hands. "A good spanking or beating applied to the soles of the feet...and you two boys are gonna get it good."

"P-please!!!" Gabumon pleads as Agumon's noises turn from angry shouts to more subdued grunts and whines. It seems that both mon are very intimidated by the threat of the torture, with their whimpers rising as the cane is touched and rubbed along their vulnerable soles as a taunt. "Nnng...n-not my feet, please..."

"Don't worry... I'm going to give it to your friend first..." The cane starts to focus on rubbing and taunting along Agumon's large orange soles, making the dino's toes softly curl in anxiety. "His voice is rather annoying so I took the liberty of gagging him...that should mean he makes some very nice sounds now..."

Although he wanted to look away, Gabumon watches on as the cane flies through the air and lands with a loud harsh smack upon Agumon's orange soles, which echoes throughout the room. A second later, the sound of a brief grunt emerges from his gag. He retains his tough composure but it does seem that he struggles to hold in his reaction. This is proved further when the sounds of two further sole smacks results in some slightly more strained groaning, and a rapid curl of the toes. The punisher seems to leave a few seconds between smacks, to give time to admire the cute pained reactions of his victim before the cane strikes again. His large scaly bare soles continue to receive painful discipline, as his friend can do nothing but watch on and plead even further.

"H-hey! Stop it! Leave him alone!" Gabumon says with a slight whimper in his voice, some of it drowned out by the sound of Agumon's grunts. He was grateful he couldn't see the soles directly, but still, seeing his friend's feet get beaten was not a pleasant sight...especially because he knew the cane would soon turn to him. "You're hurting him!"

"I know I'm hurting him! Do you not think that's the point!?" The torturer derisively replies, as he continues an almost rhythmic caning of Agumon's wide soles. Signifying a build-up of stinging pain, the moans and grunts coming from Agumon's gag became louder and longer, his eyes closing tight as his body began to struggle and squirm. His feet were held tight however, completely helpless to the power of the bastinado punishment. The torturer delighted in seeing the orange soles slightly redden - and soon wished to see the same for the yellow soles. you look nervous...maybe I should get your caning out of the way~"

"W-what!? Aah..." Gabumon lets out an apprehensive shudder as he feels the cane gently rest upon his soles, taunting them. It feels hard and cold as it fondles the soft and sensitive soles of the Digimon. "P-please, no..."

"Shh..." The captor gives a terrifying smirk to his second victim as he lifts the cane up and provides the Gabumon with the first smack to the soles. Less able to contain his reaction than Agumon was, he lets out a loud whine and whimper, feeling a sharp sting from the cane and wiggling his toes all over. A second strike follows, making those pudgy toes curl up tight, then a third which makes them splay wide. After just a trilogy of cane strikes, a slight blush of red emerged across Gabumon's soft foot soles. The punisher continued to speak, stopping to lay further smacks every few seconds. "The pain of bastinado is strong, but it will not have a lasting effect...indeed, that's part of the reason it's such an effective punishment. You will be absolutely fine a day or so after I let you out of here...but until then, you will be in quite immense distress. The soles of the feet are very receptive to pain.

Gabumon's delightfully loud and cute whimpers soon drowned out any of the verbal taunting, as he felt the sting of the cane rain down upon his helpless big soles again and again. The large surface area of his soles made them great targets, strikes easily varying between the heels, arches and balls of the feet. Exactly the same went for Agumon, who soon continued to grunt as the cane alternated between the two captives. The two pairs of big feet paddled and the toes wiggled rapidly, but they could not soothe or escape from the feeling of the discipline. By the time the spanking stopped, tears had begun to run down Gabumon's cheek.

"I think you boys need a bit more of a warm-up..." The punisher says, as he quickly swaps the cane for a large black device that neither Digimon recognises. He runs his fingers along his captive's tender soles, making them both whine nicely. "Your soles are weak and sensitive...but they can be made even more sensitive..."

A loud whirring noise fills the room as the device, a powerful hairdryer, is pointed firmly at Gabumon's soles. The dryer immediately blasted hot air over his big feet, stimulating them in a very different but equally torturous manner and tenderising them perfectly. The dryer moved over to Agumon's soles, resulting in even more whimpers and lively toe-wiggling as he experienced the high temperatures on his most sensitive area. The dryer would alternate every few seconds, barely giving each of them a respite from the heat before it would return.

"Nnngg...aaah!" Gabumon let out cute whimpers and moans as he felt his already hypersensitive soles become more tender beneath the power of the scorching heat. "W-why are you doing this!? S-stop! Aah!"

"Because these feet must be punished..." The captor said sadistically, "If I had one available, I'd have you boys walking on a hot coal pit with these bare feet...but for now, the intense dry heat will do for making them ultra-tender..."

As their helpless feet began to sweat a little under the intense temperature, their soles and toes struggled, scrunched and squirmed all over. Agumon's were very squirmy now, trying their best to get away even though he knew it was impossible. The dryer tormented and tenderised them for a long while, and by the end of it, they both felt like their soles were being well and truly roasted. A tortured tingle could be felt over every inch of their feet, going up their legs a little, and they both knew that any further foot torture would be unbearable. Unfortunately for them, they could both see that the captor had picked up another pair of tools - a black paddle, and a small but pointy Wartenberg pinwheel.

"Let's test the damage..." The captor says as he wastes no time in running the sharp and pointy pinwheel down each of the Digimon's soles. Their noises were even higher as they curled their toes up tight, feeling the power of the pins rolling against their softened, heated nerves. Just one roll down each foot was enough to get them shouting in tenderised, ticklish agony and struggling wildly. "Very effective....now the beating shall continue."

"N-no! No! Stop!" Before the two boys could prepare themselves, the black paddle made out of a fairly heavy rubber was smacked hard against their soles. Gabumon first, then Agumon, leaving both grunting in pain as they squirmed their bodies on the cold ground. A brief moment of solace came in the form of the flat paddle resting against both pairs of feet, before it was lifted up and slapped down upon their soles once again. This time, the beating was evenly shared out, each Digimon boy's feet smacked in succession. Agumon could no longer hold in any reaction, groaning loudly at each smack, although his cloth gag at least helped muffle it. Gabumon on the other hand was letting out the loudest whimpers and moans continuously, even letting out scared whimpers whenever the paddle made contact with his friend.

"You like this, boys? This is what happens to creatures who place their feet where they shouldn't...especially Digimon with big thick soles like you two..."

The captor's taunts made both captives angry, but they were unable to display anything other than pain and struggling as the rubber paddle kept abusing their trapped bare feet. The harsh sound of firm rubber smacking against the soft vulnerable soles of the Digimon blended wonderfully with the sounds of suffering coming from their muzzles, and the rattle of the chains as their scaly bodies squirmed and struggled against the torture.When the captor finally ceased the paddling, he looked on and admired his work - two nicely reddened, tortured pairs of Digimon soles, toes wiggling softly. The pair both moaned even after the beating had paused. They were weak and broken by bastinado...and the worst was yet to come.

"How are these soles doing? Are you two feeling the impact?" The captor taunts as he runs the pinwheel along both sets of feet again. Their thick toes curl tight and the sounds of their moaning and squealing as their red beaten soles are teased with the pinwheel is simply delightful. "I think it's time to give you two your final test - let's see whether you deserve freedom or if you need another day of re-education..."

"A-another day!?" Gabumon whimpers.

"If needed, you will undergo bastinado for a further 24 hours before being given your second chance. So it's in your best interest to be brave for me." The villain picked up the most intimidating tool yet from his cupboard. A long, thick leather whip that dangled from side to side. "Very few feet can handle the whip...but even the weakest boys like you can be stronger than expected. I'm going to inflict twenty strikes to each of you - a good hard whipping to your big soles. During this, I do not want to see ANY attempts to squirm or protect your soles - You are both to keep your feet straight and taut and your toes spread. If you curl or wiggle your toes, then that's a fail. I'll be nice and allow two fails - but if i see three movements from either of you, your second chance will be tomorrow night. And I don't fancy your chances of being able to cope after a further 24 hours of tenderising..."

"W-we'll show you!" Gabumon tried his best to look strong. Really it was the only thing he could do. Agumon joined in by nodding his head and angrily grunting through his gag, as both tortured mon attempted to prepare themselves for their painful trial. "Just...get it over with!"

"Will do..." The human pulled back with the whip and immediately administered a harsh strike to Agumon's poor soles, followed straight away with a similar strike to Gabumon's. The sound of the whip contacting their feet echoed, followed by the sounds of their pained groans as the two strong but weakened mon were assaulted, "That's one. Did you think this was gonna be easy?"

"Nnnngg...t-this is easy..." Gabumon attempted to keep their spirits up, even after feeling the worst sting ever on his big poor feet. Really he just wanted to get the inevitable over with. "C-come on! Whip our feet again!"

"Will do..." Another sadistic smirk, and the whip makes second contact with the bound feet, this time in the opposite order. As they felt the second painful lash, the difficulty of their challenge immediately became clear. It took literally all of their willpower to not curl their toes up tight from the pain. They had to keep them open, keep their soles taut for their lash of the bastinado. And neither of them were confident they could do it, especially as the verbal teasing continued. "I can tell you want to curl your toes. Its the only possible relief from the agony of my bastinado whip. Each lash gets so much more difficult for you..."

His words were not wrong. As around ten of their twenty successive strikes were administered, Gabumon and Agumon were reaching new breaking points with each one. Their shouts of pain were so strong they turned into silence, and their feet began to really quiver atop the wooden bar. The pair wanted to shout out in frustration - but Agumon remained gagged, and Gabumon could do nothing but moan and grunt in pain from the sensation.

"I saw that...that's one warning..."

"Wh-what?!?" Gabumon shouted through his tears, just after the twelfth strike, as he looked up and realised that he could not see Agumon's toes. They had curled themselves up very tight. A glance at the dino's face and it was clear that he was quite ashamed to have failed, a look of fear and embarrassment evident. "I-it's okay, Agumon! That's one, but we're nearly halfway through and weAAAAAGGHH!!"

Gabumon's speech was cut short by the sharpest sting yet in his feet, a loud squeal, and very unfortunately for him, a tight involuntary curling of his thick toes. It felt good...but it made their situation so much worse.

"Oh dear...second, and final, warning! If I see any of those toes wiggle, you will face this for another day. And given that you are finding just this hour or so very difficult, i can guarantee that you and your pathetic soft feet will be destroyed this time tomorrow. So try harder...for your own sake."

Another strike of the whip quickly occurs, but thankfully, both of the mon are prepared enough to keep their feet taut and splayed. They are back in concentration now...but for how long? Only a few more strikes to go, but they were already in more distress than they ever had been. Each lash of the leather across their soft, weak soles brought a harsher burning sensation, and it was immensely humiliating for them to splay their toes as if they were willingly inviting the whip upon themselves. Strike 15...Strike 16...Strike 17...they were getting closer and closer to the end, but both of them were so desperate to move their toes all around. Just a quick wiggle to give some slight relief from the punishment. But one wrong move and they would be faced with a further 24 hours they both knew would destroy them. 

The final three strikes were delivered with maximum strength, with a longer delay between them. The minds of the two captives were going haywire with thoughts that they might fail. They were so close...yet with the strength of these final lashes, so far away. Strike 18, their feet start to quiver uncontrollably despite their toes staying straight. Strike 19, they both let out a loud, yet determined grunt as they prepare for the final one. Then, finally, as the two weak yet brave captives maintain the tautness of their beaten soles, the final lash of the whip rains down upon them. Although the most painful thing they have ever felt, it was also the point they knew they had succeeded. They had won.

"And that's twenty...congratulations you two, you've earned your freedom."

Those words from their captor were the greatest things that the two mon had ever heard. After taking such a brutal torture, they were both panting extremely heavily, sweating and blushing more than they ever had before, and it took them a good few minutes to regain their breath. It even took them a minute to finally curl and wiggle their toes, once they realised they had finally received permission to. They were both so exhausted that they simply went limp, laying still and resting, even after their chains were released. Neither had any energy to make the speedy escape that they were hoping for.

"Mmph..mph...aah!" Agumon pulled his own cloth gag off as soon as the captor released his wrists from the chains. He growls at the captor, trying to work up the energy to go for him. "I-I'm...I'm gonna kill you..."

"Agumon! No!" His companion shouts to stop him, "We...we need to get out of here...we just need to get out. Don't try and fight."

Agumon looks at his captor, whose smirk can just about be seen under his hood, and then back at the frightened Gabumon who is pleading for him to be a pacifist. As much as he would love to attack his captor and give him his just desserts...he couldn't risk anything that could cause them to forfeit their freedom. He must swallow his pride and allow his captor to get away with it. If not for himself, then at least for the safety of his friend, who he knew must have suffered even more than him.

"You two have been very brave in the face of torture today...I hope that this experience has changed you somewhat." The human says as the two mon both very slowly get back on their feet. They both let out small grunts and whines as their tortured soles make contact with the ground again. "I want you both away from my house. Every single step forward will remind you not to step on my land ever again. Now get out."

The pair of victims both walked awkwardly out of the small room, refusing to look back at their captor. Their steps were slow and careful, a twinge of pain accompanying each one, as they led themselves out and back into the forest just outside. Their ordeal was over...but was it really? A few steps out in the forest, and Gabumon's familiar complaining reappeared. Albeit this time, much more justified.

"I...I don't think I can do it..." Gabumon said, embarrassed, as he struggled to place his bare soles back onto the rough, rocky ground of the outdoors. He looked away from Agumon, but soon felt his hand being grabbed by his friend's.

"You can! We can!" Agumon's taunting from earlier in the day had now been replaced with genuine sympathy and reassurance, as he tried his best to comfort his friend following their ordeal. "It's not like you're the only one with sensitive feet now, remember?"

"I-I know, but..."

"Listen, let's walk for about an hour to get away from this place...if you can do that with me, then I..guess I'll do something nice for you! Do we have a deal?"

The reassurance helped Gabumon a lot, and he soon worked up the strength to keep walking. The pair walked hand-in-hand, taking steps in sync as they both felt the after effects of their bastinado. The harsh terrain continued the punishment on their tender feet, but they could cope. They were in it together now. But they both very firmly agreed, once they were at least a mile away from their torturer's residence, that they needed a good rest.

"Gosh..." Gabumon said as he sat down on another log, Agumon joining him just opposite, "I guess the gravel feels kinda nice now in comparison..."

"Yeah..." Agumon replied, "Hey Gabumon? Could you show me the bottoms of your feet?"

"S-sure..." The big yellow soles of the Gabumon revealed themselves as he put his legs straight out. Agumon got an up-close view of the large, wide, soft soles, which were now very noticeably reddened with a few marks going across where the whip struck. Agumon's hands moved about an inch before Gabumon protested. "D-don't touch!! Especially not now!"

"Trust me! I can make it feel good!" He replied with a reassuring smile.

"F-fiine... be gentle, please..."

"That's the plan..." Agumon's hands placed themselves gently on Gabumon's big feet, applying gentle but firm pressure with his fingers along the soles. A calming massage began on the very needy and sore footpaws, and it wasn't long until Gabumon was moaning softly under his breath. "Does that feel good?"

"Y-yeah...so good..." Gabumon replies, almost in ecstasy by the intense relief on his feet, the pain and tingling being soothed by Agumon's palms and fingers.

"Can I confess something, Gabumon?"

"Y-yeah...what is it?"

"I've wanted to do something to you for quite a while...I'd never admit to it...but I think now is the right situation."

"Um...g-go on..."

"I will..." Agumon blushed before he lowered his head down to Gabumon's feet, sticking his tongue out. Before the Gabu could protest, he felt the warm and moist tongue of his friend lick very slowly up his bare foot. It was the best feeling he could have hoped for, the bliss of the sensation immediately overriding any shame or discomfort he might have normally felt at such a move. As Agumon's tongue licked over his feet, Gabumon couldn't help but notice how close his friend's feet were to him. Large, wide orange soles, similarly marked and reddened by the torture and looking in need of some comfort. Giving his partner a pleasant surprise, Gabumon gripped onto Agumon's ankles, brought those feet close to his face, and began returning the favour. The dino's moans were even louder than his own.

The pair were now locked in a comforting embrace around each other's ankles, their faces buried in each other's soft warm soles. Indulging in comfort as they each licked and licked. The pair of them never wanted it to end, and they didn't care how wrong it felt. All that mattered was the comfort of their tormented soles.