Chapter IV: The Breaking of Team Star Fox
BREAKING ROOM ALPHA – DAY ONE
The toll from yesterday’s session still weighed heavily on Fox even after a full night’s rest. That’s the only logical conclusion Wolf could derive from his prisoner’s lack of resistance as he dragged him deep into the restricted area of the space station and into the Breaking Room Alpha.
The compartment’s cornerless walls were covered floor to ceiling with oppressive monitors listing numerous metrics in real time. Cardiac rhythm, cerebral activity, concentration of oxygen on the bloodstream… Whatever stretches of wall weren’t plastered with screens held metal cabinets, racks and pegboards filled with obscene instruments of pain, pleasure, and everything in between. The centerpiece was a beautifully naked Fox McCloud contained within a set of straps atop a waist-high padded table, spread-eagle and blindfolded, surrounded by strange machinery. Warm light from floor-mounted fixtures granted the chamber a cozy quality that clashed with everything else on it.
“Here we are, Pup. You wanted to know what Andross was up to. This is it. The Breaking Room,” said Wolf.
“Another torture room?”
The lack of fear in Fox’s tone surprised Wolf. He’d expected his rival to be at least a little bit anxious.
“No. Yesterday’s room was a torture room. This is a breaking room. You’ll learn the difference soon enough.” From a cabinet, he chose a pair of devices that resembled electric toothbrushes with oversized brush heads. Turning them on filled the room with a loud whirr that was quickly overpowered by shrieking laughter as the spinning bristles pressed into Fox’s sides.
He watched Fox wiggle around in his bonds, laughing his pretty head off with not so much as a ‘please’ or ‘stop’. No resistance, no begging… Why? Has he submitted and accepted his torture? Or is it something else…?
That ‘something else’ Wolf was thinking of became clear when, not a minute into the session, Fox’s shaft started showing signs of stiffening. Wolf moved the brushes to Fox’s armpits.
BREAKING ROOM BETA – DAY ONE
Falco squirmed within the straitjacket, flinging his wing-arms against the thick canvas fruitlessly. He couldn’t see, but he could feel his naked butt touch the padded seat of the chair he sat on, as well as something holding his legs to what he assumed to be a raised footrest. Though his pants were gone, he’d been allowed to keep his boots.
“Let’s take these off and see what’s underneath, shall we?” Panther’s voice was a rumbling purr that dripped with sadistic infatuation. Falco felt something someone tug on his left boot.
“Hey! Knock it off, you ass!”
“What’s the matter, Falco? Afraid of showing your feet?”
Falco wasn’t so afraid as he was weirded out by Panther’s strange fixation on his feet. The bondage and blindfold certainly didn’t help. When the boots were off, the socks went next. Peeled off his talons way too slowly and teasingly for his liking.
“You’re one of them foot freaks, aren’t you?”
“I prefer the term ‘podal appreciator’, thank you. Now let’s appreciate these…” He rubbed Falco’s talons gently, lovingly. “Talons! Magnificent. I don’t get to play with talons very often. I shall make the most out of the upcoming days.”
Falco’s heart did a backflip. Days? You can’t be serious.
“Oh yes,“ Panther said, aware of Flaco’s surprise. “What, did you think I’d let you go after a meager one session? No. I’m going to have fun. And you will drop that attitude if you know what’s good for you.”
“Fuck o– Gah! Hahaha!” Falco felt a flurry of feline claws dance upon his soles.
“Ticklish! Good, I had hoped so! I’ll make an obedient boy out of you yet, Lombardi. My very own ticklish pet!”
This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t tied up in a torture room and Panther was not some foot-obsessed nut with a fetish for his talons. And he was most certainly not squawking in ticklish laughter at the feeling of those pointy claws on his soles.
The claws went away and were replaced by a wet, slimy something covered in endless little hooks. Falco screamed. This was real.
BREAKING ROOM GAMMA – DAY ONE
Peppy was never particularly kinky so everything from the chains holding his arms above his head to the ring around his cock was new to the hare.
If the bondage wasn’t enough to make him feel exposed, the surrounding monitors detailing his bodily metrics certainly were. He looked over at the line displaying his weight and let out a disappointed sigh.
With him in the room was Leon Powalski, whom he knew as Star Wolf’s assassination expert and oldest member next to O’Donnell himself. The chameleon’s sadism and penchant for torture were known throughout the galaxy. Not good, he thought.
“If this is an interrogation, don’t count on me squealing!”
“Not quite, Peppy,” said Leon. “As a matter of fact, I’m here to have fun!”
Really not good!
“What fun could I possibly be for you?”
“You do have a point. I wanted Lombardi but Panther called dibs on him… Something about his talons,” he waved his hand dismissively. “No matter. You’ll do just fine.”
Leon held up a long blue feather and grabbed hold of Peppy’s flaccid length, causing him to yelp in surprise. Delicately, he rolled back the foreskin and flicked the plume over the sensitive tissue.
“Gah! L-Leon! What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m helping you get it up.”
The sensations were new and electric. Leon maneuvered the feather with pinpoint accuracy, tickling all the worst spots Peppy didn’t even know he had. Sooner than he would’ve liked, blood rushed to his member and engorged it as if to both reward and punish the hare for being so reactive to the feather. The cock ring was now well and truly stuck. It felt amazing.
“How’s that, Peppy? Wanna cum?”
“Y-Yes! Hahaha! I-I wanna…” Peppy’s level-headedness vanished under the throes of an oncoming orgasm. He didn’t realize that he was so pent up but, when he thought about it, it had been a few days since he last blew his load. A
“Well,” Leon leaned closer and grinned. “You can’t. Not with the ring on. I can push you as far as I want to, but you’ll never cum.”
Peppy’s hair stood on end. He couldn’t take it and he knew it. “No! P-Please I’ll do anything! I’ll tell you anything!” He regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. How could he break under a simple feather?
“Like I said, old boy. I’m just here for fun! And you’re going to give me plenty!”
BREAKING ROOM ALPHA – DAY TWO
“HAHAHAARGH!! W-WOLF!”
“Yes, Pup? Too intense for you?”
Fox howled with frustration and laughter as Wolf held a vibrator against the small metal cage squeezing his cock. His paws were tended to by automated brushes on articulated manipulator arms while Wolf spared his free hand for miscellaneous upper body tickling. It was currently molesting Fox’s sides one at a time.
“NOHO! D-DOHON’T STOHOP,” Fox blurted out.
“Heh, thought so.”
Wolf found Fox utterly adorable when he was like this. Having him submit willingly was a thousand times hotter than the alternative. Luckily, Fox had dropped any and all pretense of not enjoying the situation and he did the same.
He kept edging and tickling his (now willing) prisoner until the jumbled mess of syllables that spouted from his mouth no longer resembled words before withdrawing the vibrator and easing up on the tickles.
“Does my Pup wanna cum?” Fox nodded frantically. “Magic words?”
Fox looked away for a second, flustered, before giving Wolf the saddest puppy-eyed look he could muster. “P-Please make me cum, Giggles!”
Giggles. The nickname Fox had used to mock him just a few days ago now filled Wolf with the warm fuzzies and an overwhelming desire to take Fox in his arms and squeeze him tight. He unlocked the cock cage and watched as the unrestrained cock rose to full attention within seconds. He pressed the vibrator again, only this time against bare skin.
Climax was instantaneous and Wolf even had the courtesy of turning off the paw brushes, allowing Fox to enjoy the sweetness of the ensuing afterglow in peace. He had a question in mind, but he wasn’t sure if he should ask it.
“So uh… Can you tie me up next?”
To his surprise, the reply was instantaneous. “Sure!”
BREAKING ROOM BETA – DAY THREE
Panther wondered if Falco could even remember what the floor felt like underneath his soles. Or if, at that point, his mind could even fathom any other feeling on his talons other than the feline’s tongue.
The bird’s constant mouthing off had earned him an upgrade from the simple blindfold to a leather falconry hood with built-in ball-gag. Custom made and perfectly fitted for Panther’s favorite plaything. The only noises he made now were of hysterical laughter and vague fragments of begging.
Everything that Panther did to Falco during the past three days had been done with one goal in mind. To restrict the ace pilot’s whole world to the ticklish soles of his feet. Layer upon layer of massage oil was applied to the yellow soles, smoothing them to an impossible degree. His toes were tied back and his claws filed down to harmless nubs. Not a minute passed without something tickling them. Claws, hard light, Flaco’s own feathers… But most of all, Panther favored his own tongue. No other tool allowed him to feel the objects of his infatuation to such an intimate degree, nor taste the many flavored massage oils he applied.
“Peach is good, but I preferred grapefruit,” Panther said as he lapped flavored massage oil from his prisoner’s right talon. ”What do you think, Falco?”
“MRFHWFHWHFWHFW!!”
“Hmm, you’re right. We should try grapefruit again after this.”
Yes, it had been far too long since his last palything broke. He hoped Falco would last and give him many more days of sadistic fun.
Stars help whoever took his toy away from him.
BREAKING ROOM GAMMA - DAY FOUR
Time had lost its meaning. And timekeeping was impossible when one’s circadian rhythm was frozen. So it was with Peppy, kept awake ever since the start of his torture.
He was tied to a recliner, arms and legs strapped down to armrests and footrest respectively. A surgical mask hugged his muzzle and laced his air with a combination of life-support mixture and aphrodisiacs.
Leon pressed two electric toothbrushes against the sides of Peppy’s cockhead, making it spurt pre-cum like a budget decorative fountain. Hard light stimulators slithered all around his naked body to tickle and stimulate the veteran pilot into a haze of bliss. No spot was spared from the tips of his ears to the inside of his belly button to in between his toes.
Under the crushing barrage of overwhelming pleasure, his dam still hadn’t burst, all because of the devious metal ring around his cock. Leon had gone into excruciating detail about this so-called inhibitor ring and how it blocked certain nerve signals.
He was horny, frustrated and wanted to cum more than he had ever wanted to in his life.
I’m too old for this shit, he thought.
BREAKING ROOM ALPHA - DAY FIVE
Wolf giggled like a child under Fox’s delicate fingers. Both men were naked and lying side by side on a large mattress that looked comically out of place in the chamber. Wolf’s arms were tied behind his back, leaving his belly open for Fox to skitter his claws on. He traced the faint outline of Wolf’s abdomens and poked his belly button and armpits.
“Who’s a ticklish little giggle-pup?” teased Fox.
“Mehehe!!”
Wolf’s mind was melting. The last few days had been the best of his life. A titillating back and forth of tickling, playful torments, and tender words. The masquerade both him and Fox had tried to cling to had crumbled away, revealing nothing but passion.
“I-I’m your giggle-pup! Hahaha! T-Tickle me! Make me cum!!”
“Good boy!”
Fox jabbed his fingers under Wolf’s armpits and scratched wildly while using his mouth to blow several raspberries over his abs. He kept it up until Wolf arrived at a hands free orgasm. This was just one of the many ways he’d learned to make his lover climax without touching his dick.
“That was amazing,” Wolf admitted. “You were amazing.”
“Aww, Giggles. It was a ton of fun for me too.” Fox planted a tender kiss on his warm cheek before he began untying him. “So I guess it’s my turn next?”
“Yeah, about that… I’m supposed to be torturing you for the whole night but I was thinking we could have a little break to eat? In my quarters, I mean. We’ll get caught if I take you to the mess hall.” Wolf figured this proposal sounded better than munching on dry rations in the Breaking Room, like usual.
“A dinner date? Sure!” He hesitated. “I don’t suppose Falco and Peppy can come, can they?”
Seeing his lover sad made Wolf’s heart feel tight. He pulled him into a hug. “You know I can’t do that… Besides, I’ve convinced Leon and Panther to not hurt them! Panther was easy, he only cared for Falco’s talons. Leon took a while to come around, but I convinced him to settle for edging Peppy’s brains out,” he stopped describing Fox’s teammates’ torment when he realized his cock was stiffening again. “I’m sorry, Pup, I did the best I could but I don’t know how long Andross wants to keep you guys here, and it’s be too risky to help you escape.”
“Ah… that’s alright, I suppose. If my intuition is right, Slippy should be coming for us sometime soon. Then you won’t have to help us escape.”
Which also means the end of our time together, Wolf though. “Yeah… I’ll be sure to tickle you plenty before that happens!”
Fox grinned. “Something tells me I’m gonna be the one doing most of the tickling! Now, what’s for dinner?”