Chapter III: Too Much
At the sound of his team mate barging into the torture chamber, Wolf abruptly stopped tickling Fox.
“How about a knock, next time? I was just about to tickle him unconscious,” he growled louder than his prisoner’s hoarse laughter, throwing Panther a sour look. The machine was still going, tickling an exhausted Fox McCloud everywhere but on his paws.
Panther stood stunned for a second, taking in the surreal sight in front of him. Fox McCloud, naked, bound in suspension, tickled by hard light stimulators and covered in cum. Wolf O’Donnell, cock out, rock hard, and also covered in cum.
“Tickle him? Is that what you’ve been doing for the past three hours?” said Panther once he managed to pick up his jaw from the floor.
“Of course! It’s quite effective.” Wolf’s tail wagged.
“For both of you, it seems.” Panther walked closer and examined the scene, paying special attention to Fox’s quivering paws. “My, these are beautiful!”
“They’re his weakest spot, by the looks of it. Want to join? We could pump him full of stimulants to keep him from passing out.”
And so they did. Wolf injected Fox with a strange substance, forcing upon him the energy needed to keep enduring the torture though no less tired and overstimulated. Now that Panther joined in, he decided that the machine would not be necessary and disabled it, giving his prisoner a brief moment of rest.
“Ready for more, ticklish Pup?”
“Y–You’re… more ticklish… than I am…”
“Oh?” Panther cocked an eyebrow and grinned at Wolf. “Are you, now? That’s interesting.”
“Quiet! Unless you want to take his place!” Baring his claws once more, Wolf skittered them alongside Fox’s sides, shutting him up over forced laughter.
“Whatever you say, boss.” Panther admired Fox’s bare paws for a moment, noting the faint red lines that lingered on the soles after Wolf’s claws had ravaged them. There was an overabundance of such lines under and between the toes. Sure, he had claws too, but he also had another asset, one that was proven to be a lot more effective against sensitive skin. He unrolled his tongue, wide and coarse, and dragged it up from Fox’s heel all the way up to his toes.
“EEEKKAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Heh! Hadn’t thought of licking him. I suppose a cat tongue’s good for that,” mused Wolf as fingered Fox’s belly button while pumping his oversensitive cock.
Panther didn’t take note of the comment, too enthralled by McCloud’s paws to care. His licks were slow and deliberate; when he started one, he followed through with his planned course. Top to bottom, left to right. Under the toes, over the paw-pads. His raspy tongue wrecked Fox’s feet more effectively than any feather, claw, or hard light stimulator ever could.
It was clear to all that Fox had been fully broken a long time ago. In his current state, the pilot was nothing more than a shell of his former self, drugged into alertness and sensitivity, fully submitting to the sadistic punishment inflicted by his enemies. Pleading was useless so he didn’t bother doing it. All he could laugh and hope for was the torment to end. Sadly for him, there was no light at the end of this tunnel.
While Panther gave Fox’s feet an overly zealous tongue bath, Wolf sped up his pawing in an attempt to force an orgasm.
“You’re going to make him cum again?” asked Panther in-between slurps.
“Yeah! Gives him a nice boost in sensitivity each time he does.”
“I suppose that’s true, but keeping him on edge can have the same effect. I don’t mean to impose but, next time, try caging that cock of his and don’t let him cum until he’s begging for it.”
“Begging. I like that!” The idea of Fox pleading for an orgasm pleased Wolf immensely. He made a mental note to incorporate some for of denial play into future torture sessions, of which he knew there would be many given his current custody of McCloud. “Hear that, Pup? You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today,” he said as he milked another orgasm from Fox. “Next time I might not be so nice.”
There was a moment of convulsion and a droplet of cum or two that trickled down Fox’s cock. Other than that, the only thing that indicated he’d just orgasmed was the sudden spike in laughter, betraying his post-orgasm oversensitivity.
In the midst of the spectacle, Wolf pawed himself to a climax of his own, seemingly with no regard for modesty in front of his team mate.
“You really get off on tickling, huh?”
“Yeah, so? You like feet.”
Panther chuckled. “Touché. Though perhaps it’s time I use my tongue someplace else.” He walked next to Wolf and set his tongue on Fox’s quivering tummy, lapping at the sweat-matted fur as if to groom it.
“GAH! AH! AAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Tender all over, eh Pup?” Wolf mockingly petted his prisoner’s head. “This is just the beginning. We have plans for you.” He turned on the hard light stimulators and set them on Fox’s paws while he attacked his armpits and sides intermittently. “I won’t spoil the surprise but I’ll tell you this–” he leaned closer. “It involves you becoming nice and obedient. Oh, and tickling. Lots of tickling.” Whether or not Fox could understand what he just said, Wolf didn’t care. It felt good to say anyway.
Earlier that day, when he brought Fox to the torture chamber, it was out of a desire to reciprocate what he had subjected him to. Tight bondage, humiliating tickles, and complicated feelings. Simple revenge. But that changed as soon as he realized that both of them enjoyed this a lot more than they should. He could see it even now. Behind the welling tears, there was bliss in Fox’s eyes. A kind of bliss that could only be attained in this very specific situation. Captured, tickled, and humiliated. As much as it pained him to admit, Wolf understood – and envied – that bliss.
All he could do to satisfy himself was to make it as intense as possible for lucky Fox.
He sandwiched McCloud’s erection between the heads of two electric toothbrushes and moved them up and down from base to tip. Panther contented himself with dragging his tongue across the prisoner’s bare torso. Sides, tummy, belly button, pectorals, armpits. Nothing was off limits for his raspy tongue. The machine busied itself with stimulating Fox’s paws, paying close attention to his tied-back digits.
Before long, he fell into silent laughter once more.
“The stimulant is wearing off, he’s falling asleep,” said Panther.
“Let him.”
“Are you sure? We could hook him up to life-support and keep this up indefinitely.”
Wolf shuddered at the suggestion. That Panther would propose something so sadistic was surprising, even if Fox was technically an enemy. “N-No, that’s not necessary. He’s got enough punishment coming after he wakes up.”
“Very well, you’re the boss.” The feline sounded almost disappointed.
Fox didn’t last another thirty seconds. With a wheeze, he went out like a light.
They stood there for a second, admiring the limp body hanging from the hard light bonds, covered in sweat, cum, drool and tears. The remnants of a forced crooked smile lingered on his face.
Several hours of tickling, five forced orgasms, one shattered mind.
“That was fun,” Panther purred, licking his chops.
They dragged Fox’s unconscious body from the torture chamber and threw him in a cell. He could give himself a bath once he woke up. Wolf himself worked up quite a sweat from the heart-pounding session so he retired to his private chamber to take a shower.
As he lathered his fur in shampoo, his mind drifted off. He pictured Fox in the shower with him. He would wash his tired body while sneaking in a few jabs and pokes. Afterwards, they would cuddle together and profess their love for each other before falling asleep.
He entertained the fantasy for a while before coming back to the real world. After the shower, he laid alone on his bed and fell asleep.
Tomorrow there was work to do.