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Roy and story by me
For all the talk of him being such a big fan of asylums, Roy had actually never set foot on one. It was actually a weird factoid that bothered the polar bear a lot; he had tickled plenty of folks in straitjackets, and in asylum-adjacent places (for example, his own lab which was now home to his infamous tickle walls, or the Pokémon Research Institute), but never in a proper sanatorium. So it was almost like fate that he would find an ad online looking for someone to work as an orderly in a newly built asylum in town.
The polar bear hops on his car and drives to the place the ad mentioned. It was an industrial looking building, somewhat derelict, looking like it was built over 2 decades ago and not taken care of. It was outside the main roads, and you’d only accidentally wind up there if you were terribly lost. Roy thinks of any unfortunate travelers who had that fate. He parks his car on the nearly empty parking lot, as the chill winter wind hits his face when he leaves his vehicle. The polar walks to the building, the automatic door opening and the air conditioned interior blowing on his body.
And, as he imagined, the inside of the building was nothing like the outside. The reception, or whatever the first room was, was much like a clinic’s reception, with an antiseptic white floor and walls, fluorescent lights and the faint smell of bleach. There were a couple of black faux-leather chairs, a television in the superior corner of the room (currently broadcasting a sales channel) and a single receptionist desk, unmanned. It seemed like he was the first person to show up for that ad, Roy thought, as he sat on one of the chairs; it wasn’t as comfortable as it looked.
Soon enough, the bear saw a face peek from the corridor in front of him, and a border collie in a lab coat approaches. From his name tag, Roy reads ‘Max Reyes’. The dog reaches out with his hand to the bear, who rises from the chair and shakes it. “Hello there, mister…” “Roy. Just Roy, heh.” “Mister Just Roy. Alright, my name is Max Reyes, but you can call me Max. I’m the owner of this humble asylum. I imagine you’re here because of the ad?” “Indeed, I am. I’m a big fan of these kinds of places, but I had never actually gone to one.” “Oh? Do you have any sort of experience with our treatment?” “You could say I have some, yes.” Roy grins, the bear always loved underrating himself to catch people off guard later. “Well, wonderful! Since you’re the first one to arrive, I suppose I can show you around first.”
The ursine nods and walks behind the collie. The inside of the asylum is much bigger than it looked from the outer building. Labyrinthine corridors made up the layout, each with the same aesthetics as the reception, but with plenty of padded doors lining up the walls. Roy imagined they led to the patients’ rooms. “We just opened recently, so we don’t have a lot of people staying here. Mostly they’re from the older one, and are only here temporarily.”, explained Max. “Oh, you had another one?”, Roy asks. “Yep. Wanted to expand, since we had people from outside town coming in, and the space was running out.” The bear was surprised to hear that, he didn’t imagine there would be that many people interested in this kind of thing.
Eventually, both men arrive at the end of one of the hallways, where the door reads in a bronze sign ‘Chief Orderly’. Max unlocks the door with a key and enters the room. Roy notices it’s much like a shrink’s office; with a central mahogany desk, bookshelves with expensive and brand new psychology books, and a classic chaise longue facing the wall opposite to the desk. However, a closer look reveals the true nature of the room: the desk and shelves are full of tools that shouldn’t be in a place like this, like brushes, feathers and gags, and the chaise had straps all over it. The polar sits on the chair in the other side of the desk, facing the collie, who’s now shuffling some papers.
“So, how will this work? Is there any sort of interview? Written exam?” Roy asks, curious how the hiring process would even look like for this sort of thing. “Hmmm, nope, this is all pretty informal stuff. Ah! Here” Max gives the bear a document file. “The only process we have is a simple one. Choose 3 of the patients in those papers, and you’ll have to work on all 3 at once. You’ll give them the daily treatment.” The collie says in a cheeky tone, the clear euphemisms in his voice only being made even more obvious. Roy opens the file and starts to peruse through the papers. All of the patients were male, most were big and well built. To Roy’s small surprise, he even knew some, not personally but from their social media content. It was a hard choice; if he could, the polar would tickle everyone in that file. After much thought, he points to his chosen ones. “Heh, great choices.”
“Ay Dios mio, ¿en que diablos me meti?” Robert Reyes asks to no one in particular. The border collie was in his 50s, and looked very similar to Max, besides the light brown graying hair and glasses. Even if one didn’t know his surname, they could tell he was Max’s father. “Well uh, this certainly is interesting, Is this how these things usually go?” an otter asks nervously. Aspen Williams was also in his 50s, but unlike Robert wasn’t graying yet. It was clear that he was new to all of this from his behavior, yet his wagging tail betrayed his excitement. “Yep. Max loves his asylum bondage. Adds to the helplessness. Can’t say I disagree, but I’d much rather not be the one in the straitjacket” grumbles Kyle Wright. The rhino was in his 40s, younger than the other two but not by that much. He struggles against his restraints but to no avail, and turns his head, his jet black hair moving alongside.
All 3 men were sitting next to each other on the floor of a padded room, the kind you saw in movies. An all-white, sterile chamber, in which every spot had a soft cushion. Originally meant to prevent its occupant from harming themselves by slamming their head against the walls and floor, it was mostly an aesthetic choice to keep with the asylum theming of the building. The men were bound with a similarly white straitjacket, their arms forcefully crossed into each other on their fronts. They wore white pants which had the same kind of straps as the straitjackets, binding their legs together. Their feet were bare, however.
“God, where the hell is the guy? He was supposed to be here half an hour ago!” Kyle asks, right before the door to the room opens, and the polar bear, now wearing a physician uniform similar to Max… except he still kept his Christmas hat, weirdly enough, and was barepawed like the men. “I’m here! Sorry for the wait guys, I didn’t like any of the equipment here so I had to go back for my own tools.” Roy was carrying with him what looked to be a small suitcase. “Well, my name is Roy, and I’ll be applying your treatment today. It’s my first time doing this at an asylum, but definitely not my first time delivering the operation, heh.” The polar sits down in the floor, facing the men. He really had chosen well, Roy thought.
The bear looks at the three pair of paws presented in front of him. Leftmost was Aspen’s. The otter’s size 13 paws were furred on their back, but their soles had a dark brown pad covering all of it. The toes started to curl as Aspen blushes a bit when he sees Roy staring. Rightmost was Kyle’s. His feet were the biggest of the 3, size 15. They were relatively featureless, no pads, fur or claws, just his grey skin. The bear notices some sweat on them, probably from the struggling the rhino was doing before. And in the middle, stood the Reyes dad’s canine paws; white furred soles with small claws and big meaty brown pads on the toes and top of the feet. Robert rolls his eyes when he sees he’s the next on the ogling list.
Three perfect pair of feet waiting for treatment. “Well, let’s not waste any more time”, said Roy, and he approaches the men. Starting with Robert, he places the collie’s paws on his lap, who offers no resistance besides mumbling “voy a vengarme de mijo por esto, juro a Dios.” Roy chuckles and begins dragging his claw over Robert’s pads. As the bear suspected, they weren’t just meaty, but also very well taken care of, his nail passing though it like butter. Despite not even doing that much, a constant stream of giggles leaves the collie’s muzzle. Roy had read that the dog was very sensitive in his file, but didn’t imagine it was to this level. That was a pleasant surprise. “Cuando lo vengares, no olvides de me llamar para ayudarlo” Roy says in a somewhat broken Spanish, to which Robert is surprised. “Hablas español?” the dog asks. “Un poquito” the bear responds, making a pinching gesture with his hand, which he then uses to squeeze Robert’s toes, wielding a yelp from the dad each squeeze.
“Very good then.” After testing Robert enough, Roy moves to the right, now facing Kyle. “Wow, those are big!” he says about the rhino’s paws. He responds with a cocky smile. “Oh yeah? You like big feet, mr. bear? Why don’t you worship them instead of doing that lame tickling?” Kyle dares the bear, not like he had much of a say with how bound he was. “Hmmmm, a good suggestion! Let’s see of these taste like.” Roy grabs the rhino’s ankles and raises his feet to the height of the bear’s face. After admiring those big grey soles for a few seconds, the polar indeed begins to lick them. At first, all he tastes is the saltiness from the sweat, but after some thorough licks, he’s left with the feet’s natural and great flavor. With how big Kyle’s paws are, it takes a while from Roy’s tongue to travel from heel to toes. He feels their warmth, and surprisingly soft texture. The bear imagined rhino feet would be rough, but clearly Kyle took good care of his, as they were as silky as Robert’s pads.
Kyle is clearly enjoying the sensations, his cocky expression having been replaced by a pleasured one, with occasional moans when Roy licked his arches. The bear moves on to sucking the rhino’s shapely toes, each one feeling very pleasant in his mouth, like a meaty lollipop. However, Roy notices whenever his tongue drifts to the skin between the toes, a slight smiles comes on Kyle’s face, and he even chuckles a couple of time. The polar smiles wickedly, as his mouth leaves the rhino’s toes, and he begins licking greedily between the man’s toes. “Hmmm… heh. Hehehe. Hehehey! Th-this wasn’t a part of the agreement!” Kyle squeals while snickering from the licks. “The agreement was that I was gonna worship your feet. Not that I wouldn’t target your ticklish places” Roy responds smugly, before going back to licking the rhino’s toe gaps. “Fuhuhuck! Stohohop! Dahahamn!” Kyle tries to pull his feet back, but the bear’s grip is steely, and he can’t move even a bit.
“I see there’s a clear weakness with the two of you. Now let’s get to the last one.” Roy turns his gaze to Aspen and moves to face him. The bear had been interested in tickling an otter for a while now, and as soon as he saw Aspen in the file, he instantly chose the man. Only after Roy would read that the otter had no experience with tickling so far, having only been recruited because Max had caught a glimpse of his bare feet when the collie passed by Aspen’s store. However, the man had a slight interest in feet, and was curious about the collie’s kink, not having been tickled since he was a kid. So here he stood, stammering when Roy grabbed his ankles and placed Aspen’s paws in his lap like he had done with Robert. “You got some beautiful feet, mr. Williams.” “Th-thanks, haha. I try to watch out for them. Never thought anyone would like them, though.” “Well I certainly do. Then again, it’s hard for me not to like otter paws. But yours would be good independently of species.” Roy compliments Aspen, and he blushes deeply, smiling. “I-I don’t know what to say, just thanks. Glad you like this old otter’s paws.” He flexes his feet. “Well, um, I think you should get around to tickling them, I’m eager to see how sensitive I am.”
“Well, good to see someone here is eager to be treated. Let’s begin then.” Roy begins scribbling his claws on the otter’s sole pads. They were leathery, warm and soft, though not as much as Robert’s pads. “Oh gohohohods! Hehehehehe!” Aspen struggles, moving his torso and head around. He wasn’t as sensitive as Robert, but he was clearly quite ticklish. His tail begins to wag powerfully. Roy sees his toes wiggling and decides to tickle between them. “Ohohohohohohohoh! Thahahahat’s a gohohood spot!” Aspen says before resigning to pure laughter. After a few minutes of tickling him lightly, Roy stops. “So, how was your first experience?” The otter catches his breath and thinks for a while. “That was… quite fun? Can you do it more?” The other men look at him with a questioning eye. “Heh, became quite the glutton, huh? Well, don’t worry, now that I’m done testing, I can finally get to the real thing.”
“Ay, Dios mio” Robert audibly gulps. Roy grabs his suitcase and opens it. He doesn’t let the men see the content. The bear pulls out what looks to be three brushes, and he can see Kyle’s pupils shrink to a dot, while Aspen looks in confusion. Two of the brushes were similar; horse brushes with very nasty looking hairlike bristles. The third also had those bristles, but had a handle in one extremity, being more like an old-fashioned hairbrush. “One for each of us?” asks Aspen. “Sabes que tienes que tratar nosotros tres al mismo tiempo, ¿sí?” inquires Robert. “Heh, I’m totally resistant to brushes, you know.” teases Kyle, his voice breaking down a bit. “Calm your tits, guys. Look at the magic.”
Roy grabs the two horse brushes and docks its two smaller sides together, forming a much lengthier horse brush. The bear then grabs the hairbrush and again joins it with the other two. The final result is an unholy monstrosity of a brush, lengthy enough that it could almost cross the room. More importantly, it could definitely tickle all 6 paws at once. “Oh fuck that!” says Kyle as he begins to flail and struggle. “Mierda.” Robert says, sweating cold. Aspen doesn’t say anything, but the single tail wag betrays his thoughts. “Beautiful, isn’t it? I like to call it The Brush™. I’ve been wanting to use it again for some time now, and you three are the perfect opportunity!”
The bear smiles from ear to ear, before setting The Brush™ aside and pulling a long string of rope from the suitcase. He heads for Aspen, who offers no resistance when Roy ties his feet together. The bear moves to Robert, who gives him a death stare, but ultimately doesn’t resist when Roy ties his ankles together with the same rope that was used on Aspen, which leaves both pair of paws tied together. “No saldré vivo de aquí”, he sighs. Finally, Roy grabs the rhino’s struggling ankles and pulls him closer to the other men with surprising ease, as if Kyle was made of paper. His feet too get tied alongside Aspen’s and Robert’s. “No, fuck off! You’re not touching me with that thing!” He looks nervously at The Brush™. “You have no choice here, Kyle”, Roy responds gleefully.
With all 3 men’s feet tied together, Roy pulls the rope close to him, and puts his right leg above their ankles, and his left leg below, placing their paws in a sort of leglock, stopping the men from pulling their feet back. “Alright, it’s showtime everyone!” The bear grabs the unwieldy Brush™, and, after a few seconds of making the men dread what’s coming, goes for the attack. He begins to scrub the tool left and right, up and down. The reaction is instantaneous. Aspen begins laughing heartedly, his head throwing back “OHOHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHODS! THAHAHAHAT’S A LOHOHOHOT! BAHAHAHAHA!”. Robert had begun screaming even before Roy moved the brush, just from the bristles touching his pads. “POHOHOR FAVOHOHOHOR! EHEHES DEMAHAHAHASIADOHOHOHO! STOHOHOHOP!”. And as was usual for Kyle, the rhino was the most resistant, gritting his teeth at first and only letting a few giggles escape, until it becomes too hard to do that. Still, he doesn’t laugh as much as the others. “Fuhuhuhuck yohohohou behehear! I’ll gehehet you bahahack for thihihis!”
25 minutes of infernal scrubbing on the men’s feet turns them into panting messes. “I… I’m not sure how much more I can take…” says Aspen. “Por favor, no más, niño.” says Robert, his voice coarse. “Heh, I can do a lot worse than that, you know?” Kyle tempts fate, earning him a nasty look from Robert. “Callaté!”, the collie snaps. “I know you can, mr. Wright. And so can I. You didn’t think this was done, did you?” All 3 men look at the bear in horror. All three plead at once, which goes ignored by Roy, as he pulls out a bottle of massage oil from the suitcase, though the expression from the men was as if he had taken out an atomic bomb. The polar starts to apply a generous quantity of the substance on each of the tormented paws in front of him, and the patients start to plead like their lives were on the line. “Pl-please, mr. Roy. I’m not sure if I can take it any longer!” whines Aspen. “Muchacho, hare lo que quieras, pero no más cosquillas!” pleads Robert. And, finally, the rhino concedes “Alright, alright! I take it back! You’re a great tickler! You’ll definitely be hihhi-HAHAHAHAHA!”
But whatever he was gonna say gets interrupted by the polar resuming the treatment. The Brush™ now glides around much more easily, frictionless, on the men’s feet. Their soles, already shiny from the sweat, now glisten from the oil, which increases the potency of the bristles, as they travel around those soft and sensitive paws. Roy also uses new movements, drawing spirals, circles, and just scrubbing around randomly. Sometimes he would target their heels, or their toes. It was clear he had a lot of experience with the tool. As for the men, they were already lost in the sea of mad ticklishness; Aspen’s tail wagged around wildly, Robert was a sweaty mess, his head thrashing, and Kyle had lost any bravado he put up, laughing loudly.
Another 30 minutes of the brushing leaves Roy with a tired arm, and the men absolutely defeated and exhausted. They pant heavily, as their straitjackets are wet with sweat, tears and saliva. They don’t even have the strength to plead. But, thankfully for them, the bear was done. Each one flinches as Roy grabs their feet again, only to melt as he gives them a nice massage. “Hmph, I guess you’re not that bad, bear.” says Kyle. Robert just nods tiredly; Roy sees his tail wagging for the first time today. “I… I’d like to do this again someday. If you don’t mind, that is, mr. Roy.” Aspen surprisingly says. “Definitely. I feel like I’ll meet you 3 again much sooner than you think”, Roy smiles and gets up, and hears Robert audibly gulp. The bear gets his stuff and leaves the room.
“So… am I hired?” asks Roy back at Max’s office. The collie had been watching the whole situation from the CCTV inside the room. “That was wonderful! You are definitely in! I can’t wait for you to meet the rest of our patients. I’m sure they’ll love meeting your brush, heh.” “That they will.” Roy says contently. He thinks about all the other people in the file, many names coming up for his next targets. Maybe one day he would even get the pleasure of treating the dog in charge. But for now, he would be a good orderly and treat the patients in a proper manner.
codywulfyKyle, Aspen and Robert belong to
TheObserver14Roy and story by me
For all the talk of him being such a big fan of asylums, Roy had actually never set foot on one. It was actually a weird factoid that bothered the polar bear a lot; he had tickled plenty of folks in straitjackets, and in asylum-adjacent places (for example, his own lab which was now home to his infamous tickle walls, or the Pokémon Research Institute), but never in a proper sanatorium. So it was almost like fate that he would find an ad online looking for someone to work as an orderly in a newly built asylum in town.
The polar bear hops on his car and drives to the place the ad mentioned. It was an industrial looking building, somewhat derelict, looking like it was built over 2 decades ago and not taken care of. It was outside the main roads, and you’d only accidentally wind up there if you were terribly lost. Roy thinks of any unfortunate travelers who had that fate. He parks his car on the nearly empty parking lot, as the chill winter wind hits his face when he leaves his vehicle. The polar walks to the building, the automatic door opening and the air conditioned interior blowing on his body.
And, as he imagined, the inside of the building was nothing like the outside. The reception, or whatever the first room was, was much like a clinic’s reception, with an antiseptic white floor and walls, fluorescent lights and the faint smell of bleach. There were a couple of black faux-leather chairs, a television in the superior corner of the room (currently broadcasting a sales channel) and a single receptionist desk, unmanned. It seemed like he was the first person to show up for that ad, Roy thought, as he sat on one of the chairs; it wasn’t as comfortable as it looked.
Soon enough, the bear saw a face peek from the corridor in front of him, and a border collie in a lab coat approaches. From his name tag, Roy reads ‘Max Reyes’. The dog reaches out with his hand to the bear, who rises from the chair and shakes it. “Hello there, mister…” “Roy. Just Roy, heh.” “Mister Just Roy. Alright, my name is Max Reyes, but you can call me Max. I’m the owner of this humble asylum. I imagine you’re here because of the ad?” “Indeed, I am. I’m a big fan of these kinds of places, but I had never actually gone to one.” “Oh? Do you have any sort of experience with our treatment?” “You could say I have some, yes.” Roy grins, the bear always loved underrating himself to catch people off guard later. “Well, wonderful! Since you’re the first one to arrive, I suppose I can show you around first.”
The ursine nods and walks behind the collie. The inside of the asylum is much bigger than it looked from the outer building. Labyrinthine corridors made up the layout, each with the same aesthetics as the reception, but with plenty of padded doors lining up the walls. Roy imagined they led to the patients’ rooms. “We just opened recently, so we don’t have a lot of people staying here. Mostly they’re from the older one, and are only here temporarily.”, explained Max. “Oh, you had another one?”, Roy asks. “Yep. Wanted to expand, since we had people from outside town coming in, and the space was running out.” The bear was surprised to hear that, he didn’t imagine there would be that many people interested in this kind of thing.
Eventually, both men arrive at the end of one of the hallways, where the door reads in a bronze sign ‘Chief Orderly’. Max unlocks the door with a key and enters the room. Roy notices it’s much like a shrink’s office; with a central mahogany desk, bookshelves with expensive and brand new psychology books, and a classic chaise longue facing the wall opposite to the desk. However, a closer look reveals the true nature of the room: the desk and shelves are full of tools that shouldn’t be in a place like this, like brushes, feathers and gags, and the chaise had straps all over it. The polar sits on the chair in the other side of the desk, facing the collie, who’s now shuffling some papers.
“So, how will this work? Is there any sort of interview? Written exam?” Roy asks, curious how the hiring process would even look like for this sort of thing. “Hmmm, nope, this is all pretty informal stuff. Ah! Here” Max gives the bear a document file. “The only process we have is a simple one. Choose 3 of the patients in those papers, and you’ll have to work on all 3 at once. You’ll give them the daily treatment.” The collie says in a cheeky tone, the clear euphemisms in his voice only being made even more obvious. Roy opens the file and starts to peruse through the papers. All of the patients were male, most were big and well built. To Roy’s small surprise, he even knew some, not personally but from their social media content. It was a hard choice; if he could, the polar would tickle everyone in that file. After much thought, he points to his chosen ones. “Heh, great choices.”
“Ay Dios mio, ¿en que diablos me meti?” Robert Reyes asks to no one in particular. The border collie was in his 50s, and looked very similar to Max, besides the light brown graying hair and glasses. Even if one didn’t know his surname, they could tell he was Max’s father. “Well uh, this certainly is interesting, Is this how these things usually go?” an otter asks nervously. Aspen Williams was also in his 50s, but unlike Robert wasn’t graying yet. It was clear that he was new to all of this from his behavior, yet his wagging tail betrayed his excitement. “Yep. Max loves his asylum bondage. Adds to the helplessness. Can’t say I disagree, but I’d much rather not be the one in the straitjacket” grumbles Kyle Wright. The rhino was in his 40s, younger than the other two but not by that much. He struggles against his restraints but to no avail, and turns his head, his jet black hair moving alongside.
All 3 men were sitting next to each other on the floor of a padded room, the kind you saw in movies. An all-white, sterile chamber, in which every spot had a soft cushion. Originally meant to prevent its occupant from harming themselves by slamming their head against the walls and floor, it was mostly an aesthetic choice to keep with the asylum theming of the building. The men were bound with a similarly white straitjacket, their arms forcefully crossed into each other on their fronts. They wore white pants which had the same kind of straps as the straitjackets, binding their legs together. Their feet were bare, however.
“God, where the hell is the guy? He was supposed to be here half an hour ago!” Kyle asks, right before the door to the room opens, and the polar bear, now wearing a physician uniform similar to Max… except he still kept his Christmas hat, weirdly enough, and was barepawed like the men. “I’m here! Sorry for the wait guys, I didn’t like any of the equipment here so I had to go back for my own tools.” Roy was carrying with him what looked to be a small suitcase. “Well, my name is Roy, and I’ll be applying your treatment today. It’s my first time doing this at an asylum, but definitely not my first time delivering the operation, heh.” The polar sits down in the floor, facing the men. He really had chosen well, Roy thought.
The bear looks at the three pair of paws presented in front of him. Leftmost was Aspen’s. The otter’s size 13 paws were furred on their back, but their soles had a dark brown pad covering all of it. The toes started to curl as Aspen blushes a bit when he sees Roy staring. Rightmost was Kyle’s. His feet were the biggest of the 3, size 15. They were relatively featureless, no pads, fur or claws, just his grey skin. The bear notices some sweat on them, probably from the struggling the rhino was doing before. And in the middle, stood the Reyes dad’s canine paws; white furred soles with small claws and big meaty brown pads on the toes and top of the feet. Robert rolls his eyes when he sees he’s the next on the ogling list.
Three perfect pair of feet waiting for treatment. “Well, let’s not waste any more time”, said Roy, and he approaches the men. Starting with Robert, he places the collie’s paws on his lap, who offers no resistance besides mumbling “voy a vengarme de mijo por esto, juro a Dios.” Roy chuckles and begins dragging his claw over Robert’s pads. As the bear suspected, they weren’t just meaty, but also very well taken care of, his nail passing though it like butter. Despite not even doing that much, a constant stream of giggles leaves the collie’s muzzle. Roy had read that the dog was very sensitive in his file, but didn’t imagine it was to this level. That was a pleasant surprise. “Cuando lo vengares, no olvides de me llamar para ayudarlo” Roy says in a somewhat broken Spanish, to which Robert is surprised. “Hablas español?” the dog asks. “Un poquito” the bear responds, making a pinching gesture with his hand, which he then uses to squeeze Robert’s toes, wielding a yelp from the dad each squeeze.
“Very good then.” After testing Robert enough, Roy moves to the right, now facing Kyle. “Wow, those are big!” he says about the rhino’s paws. He responds with a cocky smile. “Oh yeah? You like big feet, mr. bear? Why don’t you worship them instead of doing that lame tickling?” Kyle dares the bear, not like he had much of a say with how bound he was. “Hmmmm, a good suggestion! Let’s see of these taste like.” Roy grabs the rhino’s ankles and raises his feet to the height of the bear’s face. After admiring those big grey soles for a few seconds, the polar indeed begins to lick them. At first, all he tastes is the saltiness from the sweat, but after some thorough licks, he’s left with the feet’s natural and great flavor. With how big Kyle’s paws are, it takes a while from Roy’s tongue to travel from heel to toes. He feels their warmth, and surprisingly soft texture. The bear imagined rhino feet would be rough, but clearly Kyle took good care of his, as they were as silky as Robert’s pads.
Kyle is clearly enjoying the sensations, his cocky expression having been replaced by a pleasured one, with occasional moans when Roy licked his arches. The bear moves on to sucking the rhino’s shapely toes, each one feeling very pleasant in his mouth, like a meaty lollipop. However, Roy notices whenever his tongue drifts to the skin between the toes, a slight smiles comes on Kyle’s face, and he even chuckles a couple of time. The polar smiles wickedly, as his mouth leaves the rhino’s toes, and he begins licking greedily between the man’s toes. “Hmmm… heh. Hehehe. Hehehey! Th-this wasn’t a part of the agreement!” Kyle squeals while snickering from the licks. “The agreement was that I was gonna worship your feet. Not that I wouldn’t target your ticklish places” Roy responds smugly, before going back to licking the rhino’s toe gaps. “Fuhuhuck! Stohohop! Dahahamn!” Kyle tries to pull his feet back, but the bear’s grip is steely, and he can’t move even a bit.
“I see there’s a clear weakness with the two of you. Now let’s get to the last one.” Roy turns his gaze to Aspen and moves to face him. The bear had been interested in tickling an otter for a while now, and as soon as he saw Aspen in the file, he instantly chose the man. Only after Roy would read that the otter had no experience with tickling so far, having only been recruited because Max had caught a glimpse of his bare feet when the collie passed by Aspen’s store. However, the man had a slight interest in feet, and was curious about the collie’s kink, not having been tickled since he was a kid. So here he stood, stammering when Roy grabbed his ankles and placed Aspen’s paws in his lap like he had done with Robert. “You got some beautiful feet, mr. Williams.” “Th-thanks, haha. I try to watch out for them. Never thought anyone would like them, though.” “Well I certainly do. Then again, it’s hard for me not to like otter paws. But yours would be good independently of species.” Roy compliments Aspen, and he blushes deeply, smiling. “I-I don’t know what to say, just thanks. Glad you like this old otter’s paws.” He flexes his feet. “Well, um, I think you should get around to tickling them, I’m eager to see how sensitive I am.”
“Well, good to see someone here is eager to be treated. Let’s begin then.” Roy begins scribbling his claws on the otter’s sole pads. They were leathery, warm and soft, though not as much as Robert’s pads. “Oh gohohohods! Hehehehehe!” Aspen struggles, moving his torso and head around. He wasn’t as sensitive as Robert, but he was clearly quite ticklish. His tail begins to wag powerfully. Roy sees his toes wiggling and decides to tickle between them. “Ohohohohohohohoh! Thahahahat’s a gohohood spot!” Aspen says before resigning to pure laughter. After a few minutes of tickling him lightly, Roy stops. “So, how was your first experience?” The otter catches his breath and thinks for a while. “That was… quite fun? Can you do it more?” The other men look at him with a questioning eye. “Heh, became quite the glutton, huh? Well, don’t worry, now that I’m done testing, I can finally get to the real thing.”
“Ay, Dios mio” Robert audibly gulps. Roy grabs his suitcase and opens it. He doesn’t let the men see the content. The bear pulls out what looks to be three brushes, and he can see Kyle’s pupils shrink to a dot, while Aspen looks in confusion. Two of the brushes were similar; horse brushes with very nasty looking hairlike bristles. The third also had those bristles, but had a handle in one extremity, being more like an old-fashioned hairbrush. “One for each of us?” asks Aspen. “Sabes que tienes que tratar nosotros tres al mismo tiempo, ¿sí?” inquires Robert. “Heh, I’m totally resistant to brushes, you know.” teases Kyle, his voice breaking down a bit. “Calm your tits, guys. Look at the magic.”
Roy grabs the two horse brushes and docks its two smaller sides together, forming a much lengthier horse brush. The bear then grabs the hairbrush and again joins it with the other two. The final result is an unholy monstrosity of a brush, lengthy enough that it could almost cross the room. More importantly, it could definitely tickle all 6 paws at once. “Oh fuck that!” says Kyle as he begins to flail and struggle. “Mierda.” Robert says, sweating cold. Aspen doesn’t say anything, but the single tail wag betrays his thoughts. “Beautiful, isn’t it? I like to call it The Brush™. I’ve been wanting to use it again for some time now, and you three are the perfect opportunity!”
The bear smiles from ear to ear, before setting The Brush™ aside and pulling a long string of rope from the suitcase. He heads for Aspen, who offers no resistance when Roy ties his feet together. The bear moves to Robert, who gives him a death stare, but ultimately doesn’t resist when Roy ties his ankles together with the same rope that was used on Aspen, which leaves both pair of paws tied together. “No saldré vivo de aquí”, he sighs. Finally, Roy grabs the rhino’s struggling ankles and pulls him closer to the other men with surprising ease, as if Kyle was made of paper. His feet too get tied alongside Aspen’s and Robert’s. “No, fuck off! You’re not touching me with that thing!” He looks nervously at The Brush™. “You have no choice here, Kyle”, Roy responds gleefully.
With all 3 men’s feet tied together, Roy pulls the rope close to him, and puts his right leg above their ankles, and his left leg below, placing their paws in a sort of leglock, stopping the men from pulling their feet back. “Alright, it’s showtime everyone!” The bear grabs the unwieldy Brush™, and, after a few seconds of making the men dread what’s coming, goes for the attack. He begins to scrub the tool left and right, up and down. The reaction is instantaneous. Aspen begins laughing heartedly, his head throwing back “OHOHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHODS! THAHAHAHAT’S A LOHOHOHOT! BAHAHAHAHA!”. Robert had begun screaming even before Roy moved the brush, just from the bristles touching his pads. “POHOHOR FAVOHOHOHOR! EHEHES DEMAHAHAHASIADOHOHOHO! STOHOHOHOP!”. And as was usual for Kyle, the rhino was the most resistant, gritting his teeth at first and only letting a few giggles escape, until it becomes too hard to do that. Still, he doesn’t laugh as much as the others. “Fuhuhuhuck yohohohou behehear! I’ll gehehet you bahahack for thihihis!”
25 minutes of infernal scrubbing on the men’s feet turns them into panting messes. “I… I’m not sure how much more I can take…” says Aspen. “Por favor, no más, niño.” says Robert, his voice coarse. “Heh, I can do a lot worse than that, you know?” Kyle tempts fate, earning him a nasty look from Robert. “Callaté!”, the collie snaps. “I know you can, mr. Wright. And so can I. You didn’t think this was done, did you?” All 3 men look at the bear in horror. All three plead at once, which goes ignored by Roy, as he pulls out a bottle of massage oil from the suitcase, though the expression from the men was as if he had taken out an atomic bomb. The polar starts to apply a generous quantity of the substance on each of the tormented paws in front of him, and the patients start to plead like their lives were on the line. “Pl-please, mr. Roy. I’m not sure if I can take it any longer!” whines Aspen. “Muchacho, hare lo que quieras, pero no más cosquillas!” pleads Robert. And, finally, the rhino concedes “Alright, alright! I take it back! You’re a great tickler! You’ll definitely be hihhi-HAHAHAHAHA!”
But whatever he was gonna say gets interrupted by the polar resuming the treatment. The Brush™ now glides around much more easily, frictionless, on the men’s feet. Their soles, already shiny from the sweat, now glisten from the oil, which increases the potency of the bristles, as they travel around those soft and sensitive paws. Roy also uses new movements, drawing spirals, circles, and just scrubbing around randomly. Sometimes he would target their heels, or their toes. It was clear he had a lot of experience with the tool. As for the men, they were already lost in the sea of mad ticklishness; Aspen’s tail wagged around wildly, Robert was a sweaty mess, his head thrashing, and Kyle had lost any bravado he put up, laughing loudly.
Another 30 minutes of the brushing leaves Roy with a tired arm, and the men absolutely defeated and exhausted. They pant heavily, as their straitjackets are wet with sweat, tears and saliva. They don’t even have the strength to plead. But, thankfully for them, the bear was done. Each one flinches as Roy grabs their feet again, only to melt as he gives them a nice massage. “Hmph, I guess you’re not that bad, bear.” says Kyle. Robert just nods tiredly; Roy sees his tail wagging for the first time today. “I… I’d like to do this again someday. If you don’t mind, that is, mr. Roy.” Aspen surprisingly says. “Definitely. I feel like I’ll meet you 3 again much sooner than you think”, Roy smiles and gets up, and hears Robert audibly gulp. The bear gets his stuff and leaves the room.
“So… am I hired?” asks Roy back at Max’s office. The collie had been watching the whole situation from the CCTV inside the room. “That was wonderful! You are definitely in! I can’t wait for you to meet the rest of our patients. I’m sure they’ll love meeting your brush, heh.” “That they will.” Roy says contently. He thinks about all the other people in the file, many names coming up for his next targets. Maybe one day he would even get the pleasure of treating the dog in charge. But for now, he would be a good orderly and treat the patients in a proper manner.
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