Sketchy stuff happens in motel rooms. That’s just a fact of life. From the outside of the run-down building, an observer might hazard a guess as to what sort of shady dealings went on inside: less than legal business transactions, extramarital affairs… Fair guesses but far from the truth.
Cooper barely recognized himself in the mirror behind that black and purple pup mask. Hazel eyes being the only characteristic he could still definitely make out as his own – that and the impressive physique which was framed by a black harness and jockstrap combo. He struck a pose and felt his pectorals squeeze against the harness. That feeling of constriction aroused him in ways he hadn’t known before coming to work at The Rail.
The late afternoon sun shone through the orange curtains of the motel room. It contained little else besides a bed, a mirror, a camera on tripod, and a sex dungeon’s worth of bondage devices.
“All done checking yourself in the mirror, hot stuff?”
“Nope.” He struck another pose. “I don’t normally wear this stuff so I have to make the most of it while I can.”
“Wow, really? You’re seriously into that?” River said, clad in pink lingerie consisting of a small bra and a pair of panties.
“You’re not?”
“Well, I never really tried it outside of these photo shoots.”
Cooper slipped off the pup hood and scratched away the itch that an entire afternoon of wearing it left him with.
“I got tied up once for a session. It was fun.”
The golden-furred Shiba Inu’s eyes went wide. “…What? You?!” They grabbed the wolf’s shoulders and shook them violently. “Details! I need to know the details! Who did you do it with?”
“Not telling.”
“Aw, c’mon! At least tell me how it went! Please?”
Cooper let out a sigh. He knew River wouldn’t let up until he gave them a satisfactory answer. “Fine.”
“Yay!” They sat on the bed and listened attentively, tail wagging a mile a minute.
“Long story short, I got tied up and… uh… tickled.”
There was silence for a second.
“Tickled?”
“Tickled.”
“That’s it? Just tickling?”
“Well there was some other stuff too but most of it was just me laughing my head off.”
“I don’t know what’s weirder, you letting someone tie up or you being ticklish.”
“How is me being ticklish weird?” Cooper protested. “Most people are. Aren’t you?”
River thought for a second and realized that they could not recall the last time they’d been tickled. “I’m not really sure. Fletcher’s ticklish though.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ll tell you if you tell me who you let tie you up and tickle you.”
“No deal.”
They stood up with a laugh. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”
A disquieting silence took over the motel room after that as River struggled to picture the gray wolf in bondage merrily cackling away as an unknown third party scratched his armpits and feathered his toes. It just didn’t seem possible.
They looked around the room and at the various pieces of bondage furniture the pair had just been in and imagined Cooper strapped snugly to each piece as they poked and prodded him. The recliner would be great to tickle his tummy… and the St. Andrew’s Cross would put him in the perfect position for some armpit fun. They found themselves subconsciously dwelling on these thoughts for so long that Cooper was almost done packing up to leave.
“Hey, you good?”
“Uh? Oh, yeah. I was just… wondering about that tickle session of yours.”
“Wow, you’re that curious about it?”
“Well, duh! You’re the last guy I thought would be into that sort of stuff!” they let out a nervous laugh, desperately trying to break the growing tension. Cooper didn’t reciprocate, but he did break the tension himself with what he said next.
“Wanna try it?”
“I mean… yeah? I’m kinda curious to see where you’re ticklish.” Cooper remained silent until River realized that he was not proposing to be the recipient of a tickle session. “Wait… You mean…”
“Yup.”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Come on! It’ll be fun! If you don’t like it I’ll stop.”
The proposition was interesting. And they’d be fooling themselves if they said their weren’t curious. Bondage and tickling are not things they’d thought about combining before – and they did trust Cooper enough to be vulnerable around them.
“Fine. I guess I can give it a shot.”
Cooper surprised them yet again by doing something unprecedented for him. He wagged his tail.
“I know it’s a little scary at first but we’ll take it slow and work up the intensity. If it gets too tough I want you to say the safe word which will be motel.”
“Wow, look at you being all grown-up and responsible!”
“I have my moments.”
They felt goosebumps. Getting tied up and tickled wasn’t on their to-do list for today but it they figured it couldn’t hurt to try something new. It also didn’t hurt that the thought of temporarily rescinding control to the handsome gray wolf did hold some appeal.
“Do you think Fletcher will mind if we do it on one of his bondage thingies?” Cooper asked.
“Who cares? Not like he has to know.”
“Oh, you’re bad! I think you need a nice long tickling!”
“Maybe I do. So which of these are we using?” They said, gesturing towards the myriad bondage devices.
“Your choice.”
They thought for a bit. It might’ve been an easy choice if they knew how ticklish they were and where, but, given their lack of experience with the practice, every device held more or less the same level of appeal. Except…
“This one looks pretty intense.” River said as they approached a table-like contraption with ankle stocks on one end, black arm binders on the other and plush red padding all along. “It even has little elastic things on the stocks. I’m guessing these are for my toes?”
“Yup. That one’s pretty tight. Haven’t tried it myself but it pretty much exposes all of your best spots.”
River liked that. “Let’s go with this one, then!” They said enthusiastically.
“You sure?”
“Absolutely!”
“It’s gonna get wild,” he smiled.
“I like wild.”
River hopped on the table and lied down, resting their ankles on the open stocks which Cooper promptly snapped shut.
“Cute pads,” he commented while sliding each of River’s toes under the elastic strings which would ensure they could not curl. With their feet immobilized, their arms were next. Cooper gently guided them up and into the open arm binders before getting to work buckling the obscene amount of belts each of them had. With each new belt River felt more and more exposed. Their entire body tingled with a sort of preemptive tickling sensation they hadn’t felt before – as if it knew it was about to be poked, scratched and prodded without end. They couldn’t contain a nervous giggle.
“Getting excited?”
“Kind of? I feel so… vulnerable.”
“That’s part of the fun.” Cooper finished the last belt on the arm binder. “You get let go and just enjoy yourself.”
“But what if I don’t enjoy myself?”
“Then you shout *motel *and we’re done. Ready?”
River took a deep breath, feeling every inch of themself exposed and deliciously sensitive. “Rea- Hahahaha! You ahasshole!”
“Sorry, hands slipped,” smirked Cooper as he attacked the Shiba Inu’s vulnerable armpits. “Look at that! You are pretty ticklish after all!”
Indeed, River was ticklish. Cooper’s claws on their nearly furless pits felt like a sudden electric shock. His were clearly trained and well-practiced. Smooth yet rapid movements of his fingers, consistent yet unpredictable. He almost *massaged *the tickles into those armpits.
“Enjoying yourself?”
The question was snarky but genuine. “Yeah!” River blurted out through peals of laughter.
“That’s good. You can handle harsh tickles,” Cooper said as slowed his movements to a teasing drag of his claws. “But let’s slow down a little. I don’t want to tire you out too soon.”
River’s laughter subsided into a cheery giggle that varied in pitch and tone relative to how close the claws got to the very center of their armpits – an area that, evidently, was a hot spot of ticklish nerves.
“Still wanna go through with this?”
“Yeah!” they giggled. “I can take it.”
“You can take it *now, *but you’ll be a mess in fifteen minutes.”
For some reason, fifteen minutes sounded too short for River. Genuine curiosity compelled them to want to find out just how ticklish they were and for how long they could take it. Regardless, that wasn’t in their hands (and not just because they were tied up at the moment.) It was Cooper who presently decided how long the session would go for and how intense it would be. The thought filled River with a kind of blissful helplessness that, when combined with the involuntary laughter that came from being tickled, made them feel great – relaxed yet on edge. In control yet not so.
“Let’s try somewhere else,” announced Cooper as he slid his fingers from River’s pits inwards to their just above their collarbone. They let out a yelp and scrunched their neck defensively. “Hey, it’s no fun if you don’t let me tickle you.”
“It’s not like I can control it!” River complained. “You tickle me and my body moves on instinct. Isn’t that the whole reason why I’m strapped to this thing?”
“Fine. I guess we don’t have anything to tie your head in place.”
“Not sure I’d want to. Neck cramps.”
“True. Let’s try a spot you can’t hide.” Cooper’s hands hovered over the dog’s vulnerable body, floating over a myriad of potentially ticklish spots at random. River wandered where they’d land, giggling with anticipation. They seemed to stop just above their abdomen. They braced themself for agonizingly long before those wiggling fingers shot down faster than they could react. They prepared to feel the wrath of those claws on their tummy.
But Cooper didn’t go there.
“Bwahaha, you sneaky little shihihit!”
He went for the sides!
At the very last second of their descent, mere fractions of an inch away from River’s belly button, his hands split in opposite directions and went for their true target: the dog’s wholly unprepared sides.
They thrashed in their bonds, oscillating violently from left to right. Any attempt to evade one hand only made them pushing further into the other. With no escape left, all they could do was to try and find comfort in the inescapable sensations.
“Having fun?”
“Yes!” they screamed.
“So am I. You’re a fun lee, y’know?”
“A fun whahat?”
“Oh, right, I guess you don’t know the lingo, huh?” he slowed his movements to a teasing massage as he explained. “*Lee *is short for *ticklee, *as in the person getting tickled. That’s you. I’m your *tickler, *or just ler, for short”
“Just how many times have you done this before?”
“One or two.”
“I think you’re lying.”
“It doesn’t matter what you think. Get tickled, nerd!” Without warning, he fanned out his fingers and pushed the pads into River’s abs before squeezing.
“Ack!” They yelped and burst with laughter once more.
“Taunting your tickler is generally not a great idea unless you want to get destroyed.”
“Ahand w-what if I dohoho?!”
“Then you’re more than welcome to throw insults at me.”
“S-Stinky! Smehelly! Scruhuffy muhutt!”
A wicked grin spread across Cooper’s lips.
“Don’t bite off more than you can chew,” with that remark, he took a deep breath and lowered his head over River’s quivering abdomen, lips pursed.
“Wha-? Wait? What are you? AAHAHAHA!”
The strength of that raspberry sent waves through the lithe dog’s torso, the epicenter of which manifested in a ball of pure ticklish energy just above their belly button. Cooper took another deep breath.
“Wait! I take it ba- BWAHAHA!”
Each consecutive raspberry further reinforced the power dynamics of that tickle session and taught River what happened to a bratty ticklee.
“Had enough?”
River was panting as a thin layer of sweat covered their golden fur.
“Y-Yes. Fuck, that was intense.”
“Want me to get you out of there?”
“What? No way! This is too much fun.”
Cooper cocked an eyebrow, surprised but not displeased. “I didn’t expect you to get this much into it.”
“Nah, I can see the appeal,” they wiggled teasingly on the table, verifying once again that there was no possible escape from it. That thought was… comforting? “It’s nice to let go and hand over control to someone I trust.”
“Nice to know you trust me.”
“What, letting you tie me up and touch me didn’t clue you in? Of course I trust you, dumbass, now get back to tickling me! This break’s gone on for long enough.”
“You really wanna laugh, huh? Fine. Time to get serious,” he walked down towards River’s toe-tied feet.
“Are you doing my feet next?”
“Yeah, why? Are you worried they’re even more ticklish than your upper body?”
“I couldn’t tell you, no one’s ever tickled them. You get the honor of being the first to do that.”
River’s feet were medium sized and fairly broad with four padded toes each. He placed his palm against the soft pink paw pads and was surprised to find hardly any calloused skin on them.
“You pedicure often?”
“Not that often – every couple of months.”
“Doesn’t feel like it. Your pads are really soft.”
“Well, I moisturize at home and rarely go barefoot- Hehehe!”
A lone claw traced the center ridge of the main pad on River’s right foot. “Mine are way rougher than yours and still pretty ticklish so I bet yours must be through-the-roof ticklish.”
He was right. Despite there being only a single claw tickling their pad, River already knew their whole foot had to be quite ticklish. That proved true when that claw ventured north towards the crevices between their toes, touching the seldom stimulated skin there.
“Ahahayie!”
“Aww, ticklish toes?”
“Yeheahah no shihit!”
The purpose of the toe-ties finally made sense. River wanted nothing more than to curl their toes and trap their tickler’s claw in place, keeping it nice and snug instead of letting it wander around their toe stems. It was the last place where their body expected to be touched, and it showed. The skin was as smooth as it had been since the day River was born.
All of that from a single finger. Out of the blue, Cooper added his remaining nine.
“BWAHAHA! FUCK!”
The dog bucked wildly, causing the table to shake and inch slightly to the side as Cooper raked his claws down their pads and towards the heels before going back up and repeating that same motion over and over again.
The poorly isolated walls of the motel room could not contain the ragged, hysterical laughter that poured from River’s throat, and some of the residents would surely file noise complaints that night.
“COOP! HOHOLY SHIHIT!”
“You know what to say to make it stop. Until I hear that magic word you’re gonna keep laughin’ as long as I want you to!”
It was evident that the toes and surrounding areas were the greatest hot spots on River’s feet – yet Cooper knew to attack those spots sparingly, concentrating most of his efforts on the less sensitive (yet still ludicrously ticklish) areas of the dog’s paws and only diving into the bound digits for short but devastating bursts of time.
River was in tears. The sensations were unlike anything they’d ever experienced before. Their brain hit the panic button and threw them into a wild frenzy of barking laughter and frantic (if fruitless) struggling. Yet through that cocktail of sensations they felt free. There were no thoughts behind their actions. Not greater motive behind why they were laughing, no goal to their struggle. They were allowed to feel a stimulus and react to it. Unfiltered.
It was freeing.
Sadly it did not last. As much as they wanted it to continue they were nearing the limit and Cooper realized that sooner than they did. The tickling slowed to a crawl and transitioned into a soothing foot massage.
“HAHAHA! Hahahaha! Ha… Ha… Ah, that feels nice.”
“Common tickle session etiquette: always massage your lee’s feet after tickling them.”
“Really?”
“Well, no. I just like doing it.”
River chuckled. “You’re good at that.”
“I’ve had practice.”
Cooper allusion to past tickle sessions intrigued River but they were much too tired and lost in the relaxing sensations to press the matter further.
After a few blissful moments, the massage was over.
“So, how do you like it so far?”
“Honestly? I’m having a blast! I can see why you’re into this. It’s almost…”
“Therapeutic? I know, right?” Cooper laughed. “I was on the fence about trying it too but ended up loving it. It’s a bit weird but it’s a nice way to relax. If you can put up with the intensity, that is. Some people just straight up can’t deal with being tickled.”
“Guess I’m not one of them. I could go on all day!”
“Wanna try some tools next?”
“You mean like feathers and stuff?”
“Yeah, that sort of thing. I didn’t expect to have a tickle sesh today so I didn’t bring anything but I’ll see what I can find. Gimme a sec…”
He rummaged around the motel room and gathered whatever he thought could be used to tickle River. A pen from the desk, a fork from the kitchenette, a hairbrush and a bottle of lotion from River’s bag.
“Is it okay if I use these?”
“Sure. Why the lotion, though? Does it make me more sensitive or something?”
“Not exactly. Softens up your skin and makes whatever I’m using to tickle you glide smoother. We’ll save it for later.”
“You’re the boss!”
He began with the fork, an unusual but effective tickle tool. Its harsh prongs dragged along River’s side from their hip to their armpit where they scratched for a minute before zipping diagonally across their stomach to repeat the motion on the other side.
“Does it tickle?”
Of course it tickled. River’s hysterical laughter was proof of that. Despite the fast motions, Cooper took great care in ensuring he wasn’t too rough with the tool. Too much pressure and it would hurt, too little and it would be ineffective. As was the case with harsher instruments, the sweet spot lay somewhere in the middle.
Oftentimes, Cooper would add to the fork’s sensations by poking his claws around random spots on River’s torso. Unpredictability was key in an effective tickle session, after all. Should they have another one in the future, he would almost certainly suggest that River wear a blindfold for that specific reason.
Next was the pen.
“Do you mind if I write all over you?”
“I-I mean… It’ll be a bitch to clean, but…” River pondered for a moment. “Ah, what the hell. Go crazy!”
Giddily, Cooper uncapped the ballpoint pen and rushed to the end of the table.
“Oh, gosh, not my feet again!”
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice,” the wolf teased playfully.
The pen made contact with one of River’s toe pads. From there, Cooper dragged it slowly outwards in a circle motion, drawing the figure of a spiral in dark blue ink on that pink pad.
“Hehehe fuhuhuck!”
“One toe and you’re already laughing this much?”
“Shuhut uhup!”
“Fine, I’ll shut up and let the pen do the talking.”
He began slowly and painstakingly writing the words ‘very’ and ‘ticklish’ on River’s foot, going over each letter no less than three times to ensure the poor dog was driven nuts.
“Can you tell what I wrote on your sole?” River shook their head, barely able to get any words out at that point. “No? I’ll write it on your other foot, maybe then you’ll be able to tell.”
“No! No, no, nohohoho!!”
Their toes fought against the tied holding them as much as they could (which wasn’t a lot) in a desperate attempt to shield the sensitive pads from that intrusive pen.
“How about now?” Cooper asked when he finished writing. River couldn’t answer, they were too busy catching their breath before the next inevitable round of tickled. “No? Oh well. I’ll snap a picture and show it to you later. I’ll just decorate your feet a bit before that.”
Hearts, stars, and other crude figures were etched onto River’s soles as well as the occasional ‘haha’ and ‘ticklish’, throwing the poor dog into another laughing fit and stress-testing the toe ties yet again.
“There, all done!” Cooper chimed proudly before grabbing his phone and taking a picture of his artwork and sending it to River. “Check your messages later.”
“If you send that to someone else I’ll-”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll delete it. Promise.”
“You better… So next is the brush, right?”
“Yup!” Cooper grabbed the plastic-bristled hair brush and held it up in River’s view. The very sight of it was enough to make them tremble with anticipation. “Since you’ve been such a good sport, I’ll let you choose where you want me to use this.”
“Oh! Uhm… Everywhere?”
Cooper laughed. “Wow, you’re really into this, huh?” He began brushing their stomach at a moderate pace, ruffling the fur in there and earning himself another barrage of cute giggles. “Not that I’m complaining.”
He didn’t linger on the stomach. The brush jumped to their armpit where it wrecked havoc for a few seconds before sliding down to their side. Then it left their torso entirely to focus on brushing their soles from heel to toe. Cooper brushed everywhere, just as River had requested.
“BWAHAHA! MY PITS! MY SIDES! MY FEEHEEHEHET!”
“Your pits! Your sides! Your feet!” he repeated mockingly, attacking those spots as he named them. “All so ticklish, huh, River? Bet this wasn’t in your plans for today.”
It wasn’t, but River couldn’t be more glad that they’d agreed to this. The sensations were so overwhelming that they left no room for any other thoughts in their mind. They demanded full focus, undivided attention.
Minutes melted together as their vulnerable body was thoroughly brushed. Tears ran down their cheeks and into the thin red padding of the table. They didn’t care about a single worldly thing anymore aside from how much it tickled!
It was torture! It was exhilarating! It was… over?
“I think that’s enough for today.”
“W-what? Why? I can… take it…”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He had begun unbuckling the belts on the arm binders. “It’s your first time and we’ve been at it for almost an hour. You’re exhausted.”
“But you haven’t even used the lotion yet!”
“If I do that you’ll die.”
“No I won’t, you idiot.”
Cooper shrugged. “Either way you need to rest.”
“I can rest later! Look, can you go all out for like… ten minutes? We can end this after that.”
Cooper hesitated. It was clear to him that River could endure tickling a lot better than he expected, not to mention the fact that they seemed to enjoy it as much as or maybe even more than him. And, after all, if River really wanted to end the session early, they had a means of doing so.
“You still remember the safe word, right?” River nodded. “Alright. Ten minutes.”
“Don’t hold back!”
“I’ll make you regret saying that.”
Cooper began with a generous application of lotion to River’s armpits, sides, belly and feet. When all of those spots were thoroughly coated in the substance, he began what would be the most intense ten minutes of River’s day.
“BWAHAHA!!” River burst into what could be described as a half-laugh half-scream in response to the feeling of the wolf’s claws dancing maniacally inside the hollows of their armpits. Cooper hadn’t understated the effects that lotion, earlier. Despite having felt the claws on their pits earlier, it was nothing like what they felt now with the friction-reducing effects of the lotion. Those claws glided easily, converting one hundred percent of their motion into pure tickling.
Next in line was River’s midriff. Cooper spider-tickled from hip to hip, stimulating everything in-between them, even occasionally swirling his index finger around their belly button before teasing the inside of it with a single claw. It was pure torture. Then came the tools – the fork and the hair brush.
“HA—” Silence. The fork raking their abdomen mixed with the brush harshly combing their left armpit threw the dog into silent laughter, and they stayed that way until Cooper gave them a brief pause to inhale and (possibly) say the safe word if they needed to.
“I-Is it over?” they said sheepishly and out of breath.
That was not the safe word.
“Nope.” He took the brush and the fork to River’s feet.
“MOTHERFUHUHUHU-”
The table shook wildly, even moving a few inches to the side as the dog shook violently in their bindings. The excess of belts on the arm binders made some sense then. Cooper used the fork mainly to torment River’s toes while the wider brush felt like the perfect choice to cover the broader surface of their main paw pads. River’s toes curled as hard as they could, managing to pull the toe ties a good one inch. Impressive but still nowhere near enough to protect the sensitive soles.
Five minutes… six minutes… River couldn’t think. Thunderous sensations traveled up their legs and crashed into their brain, crushing anything thoughts that weren’t of how much it tickled. This could no longer be described as relaxing anymore. If there were any therapeutic qualities to this sort of treatment then they had to be those of shock therapy.
Eight minutes… nine minutes… It was almost over. Cooper looked at the clock on the wall and counted the seconds until the time was up.
“MOTEL! MOTEHEHEL!”
Just as the allotted ten minutes ended, so did River’s endurance.
They were exhausted. Panting deeply as the wolf undid the restraints. River did not move from the table. They felt weak, sapped of energy. And yet… they also felt strangely relaxed.
“So. Thoughts?”
“No thoughts… head empty.”
Cooper chuckled. “Yeah, that’s normal after a sesh. At least you didn’t hate it. And I gotta say, your resistance is pretty impressive for a first timer!”
River sat on the edge of the table. Their body still tingled everywhere as phantom sensations danced around their torso and over their paw pads.
“I uh… didn’t overdo it, did I?” the wolf asked.
“Nah, you were perfect! Who would’ve thought you’d be so good at this stuff?”
“Heh! Like I said, I’ve had practice.”
“And I don’t suppose you’re willing to tell me *who *you’ve had so much practice with?”
“Jeez, you’re persistent.”
“Aww, come on! I just let you tickle me for a whole hour! The least you could do is tell me.”
Cooper frowned. “So that’s why you agreed to this.”
River smiled sheepishly. “Partially.”
The wolf seemed to ponder for a moment before speaking. “Let’s go grab a bite.”
“Is that a yes?”
“it’s a solid maybe.”