Being Tied To A Bench Isnt So Bad.txt
Being bound to a bench isnt so badThis story contains content that is mature. Please read at your own risk. It is copyrighted to farcry692003. Please do not alter of repost without permission.
The following takes place after a hard working day in the coal mines. The wolf was one of the last few minors to leave, but was knocked unconscious over the head. He awoke an hour later
The wolf finally regained consciousness. He awoke to find that he couldnt move any of his limbs. He tried to move his arms and kick free but couldnt move a single inch. He tried to yell for help but he soon realized that he was alone in the locker room.
He looked at his bound body and realized it was restrained to one of the locker room benches. The bench was long enough to accommodate his entire body. His arms were not bound to his sides but above his head. They were taped by their wrists to one end of the bench while his feet were taped and bound to the foot of the bench.
Being a locker room bench meant that the surface he was bound to was very low. Low enough for someone to sit on but also low enough to get a good view of the room. He looked around to see who was there but couldnt see anyone in the room as yet. His entire torso was strapped across his chest to make sure that he was restrained extra securely. Whoever did this ensured that there was no room for escape. The wolf had his mining overall removed before being bound. Fortunate for him, he still had his shorts and boots on. This gave him some sense of security as opposed to being completely naked.
The wolf had dark grey fur on most of his body. He was well built with all the physical labor he had been doing. His muscles were buff and well toned. His exposed chest was well defined and had a lighter color of fur covering it. Looking lower down his body, one could see that his legs were also well toned. As he struggled, one could see His muscles ripple and flex.
The entire working day left the wolf mentally and physically drained. His unawareness was probably what left him off guard and captured in the first place. His body was sore and tired from digging and drilling for coal the entire day. He was hot and his body glistened with sweat. Lucky for him, he didnt stink like the other miners did. He just had more of a musky smell. The locker room was quiet. The sound of droplets from the leaky shower faucets echoed through the hollow room. His muffled cries called back at him as he attempted to scream for help. He realized that it was useless. He was either going to die by the hands someone today or die of embarrassment as his fellow workers found him like this the next day. He would rather prefer the first option instead of being mocked for the rest of his life.
A loud noise shattered the silence in the room. It sounded like the main door to the room had opened. This was followed by footsteps. From the sound of it, they belonged to more than one person. The door had shut again judging from the sound and the sound of footsteps got louder as the furs they belonged to approached him. He immediately tried to make as much noise as he could to get their attention.
He tried to twist his head around to see who was approaching. Being bound on a low surface allowed him to see the two figures approaching. One was a large beefy lion. A lot heftier than he, himself was. He was still dressed in his mining gear. A dirty pair of overall pants with coal residue and a sleeveless vest which also had black residue stuck to the surface. He also wore the large mining boots which most minors wore. They were large and thick, just perfect for his big pair of feet. The lion was very beefy. Large biceps, well defined chest and a lot bigger in stature than the wolf. His striking feature was his large mane. It made him look tougher and gritty. One could see that he was some sort of authoritative figure in his section of the mine. Not far behind the lion trailed another figure. This was a panther. Similar to the lion, he wore the same mining gear, overall pants, sleeveless vest and large mining boots. The panther was also large and buff like the lion. The large feline had jet black fur all over his body. It shined as he walked through the dim light of the change room. His most striking feature was his eyes. He had a very intimidating look. After a closer look, the wolf saw that he had a large gym bag in his hands.
The wolf froze for a moment thinking that the bag contained the tools which would end his life. He immediately realized that they were the ones who abducted and bound him and the bag had the items used to restrain him. As the two came closer, they made eye contact with the wolf. An evil grin immediately materialized across their faces. They looked at each other immediately with a stare that basically stated
"We've actually done it"
They made their way to the bench where the wolf was restrained and strapped down. The panther immediately threw the bag he was holding aside to the corner of the room. It just contained the restraining tools which they didnt need right away. "Looks like we have some fresh meat, I guess we are going to have to initiate him and show him how things are done here"
Some sort of relief flowed through the wolf head. This immediately meant that his corpse wouldnt be found in the morning by his fellow workers. But what humiliating initiation did they have planned?
The panther hopped up on the bench. He sat atop the wolfs chest with his legs on either side. The weight of the panther basically took the air out of the wolfs lungs as he jumped atop of him. The wolf looked up at the panther. His eyes had a deadly stare which struck fear into him instantly. His white teeth revealed themselves as he grinned down at the wolf.
The panther slowly leaned forward and made his way down till he was face to face with the wolf. His large hands were placed on either side of the wolfs head as he leaned down. The wolf stared into the panthers eyes in fear. The panther leaned towards the wolfs ear and whispered to him:
"I guess its going to be the three of us here the entire night, you better make yourself comfortable" The panther took both his hands and placed it on the wolfs arms, feeling around just touching and prodding. For a miner, he had soft palms and a gentle touch. His claws although sharp as razor blades, were gentle as he felt through the wolfs muscular arms. He gently squeezed at the wolfs biceps amazed at how defined they were.
He moved down and placed his hands on the wolfs chest running his fingers through gently almost caressing it. The wolfs soft chest fur brushed through his fingers as he ran his palms closer to his pits. The wolf was very sensitive and began to twitch as the panther continued to fondle and explore his torso. A grin on the panthers face almost made it seem like he wanted this to happen. All the touching and feeling made his skin sensitive to even the gentlest touch.
The panther moved his hands to the wolfs armpits. He placed his palms across both his pits and lightly dragged his fingers down, lightly tickling them. The wolf jerked at the feel of the dark fingers playing across his skin. The panther was close now.... He repeated this, but this time, he lightly scraped his claws across the sensitive pits. The wolf squirmed as the panther sent him into fits of giggles. The panther knew that they had picked the right victim to have some fun with tonight. He immediately stopped and positioned himself on top o the wolfs lap. His behind rubbed against the wolfs groin as he positioned himself. The panther began to tug off his boots. He leaned over and tugged the right boot off and threw it aside. There was a slight musky scent which filled the room when he did this. He immediately tugged off the left boot and threw it aside as well.
The panther had large black foot paws which looked powerful to do damaged to anyone he kicked. They were black with a lighter color on his soles. He had four chunky toes with toe claws which werent extended right now. The soles were soft and smooth to the touch. They were a bit damp with sweat from his boots. He slowly raised them and placed them on the wolfs chest. They landed with a thud taking the air out of him.
Like what you see here wolfie?
The wolf didnt know how to respond. He just gave the panther a dumbfounded look. Was the panther actually asking him to comment on his feet? Why on earth would he do that? The panther expected an answer, but the wolf had nothing to say. Nothing to say? I guess you need to have a closer look and feel.
What on earth did he mean by a closer look and feel? To the wolfs horror and dismay he saw the panthers feet move closer to his face. He tried to move his head away but his fate was unavoidable.
The panther began to press his soles against the wolfs face. He shut his eyes as the warm soles made contact. The warm flesh cushioned his face providing warmth. The panthers toes gripped at the fur on his head catching a few locks of fur between his toes. The wolf felt every movement of the soft padded toes against his head. The strong smell of the felines soles entered his sensitive nostrils. He inhaled the musky scent with each breath of air he took. The smooth black soles were still moist with sweat from the panthers boots. They were sensitive enough to twitch as the wolfs long whiskers brushed across them.
The wolf didn't understand what or why this was happening. On one hand he was revolted at the thought of his abductors sweaty feet against his face. His body couldn't cope or handle the raw musk and scent of the panthers feet, but deep down inside on some level, he enjoyed it a little. The warm, velvety soles, the musk and the big broad feet of someone twice his size, submitting their soles to him gave his some sort of satisfaction. He lay back as the panther pressed his feet and rubbed them firmly against his face. His nostrils absorbing more of the pungent scent as this went on. He began to moan under the beefy felines feet. What he was about to do was against anything he had ever thought. His lips parted and his tongue slowly tasted the salty flesh against his face. He began to lick the panthers soles like a kitten lapping up milk.
His long tongue explored the foot, licking up the arch all the way to the panthers toes. There were no limits now; the wolf had already gone too far to stop. The panther fought the urge to giggle as the warm wet muscle tasted his soles. He cringed when the wolf licked a sensitive spot. He assisted the wolf by moving his foot around and making it more accessible to the spots his tongue couldn't reach.
The wolf savored the flavor of the soles before him. It rolled off his tongue as he swirled the tangy liquid around his mouth. The panther really enjoyed the treatment. One could tell by the slight bulge in his shorts. This was not going to stop anytime soon. The lion on the other hand had waited patiently for his panther colleague to settle in before he got started. He regularly enjoyed the panthers feet himself and indulged in many a session before this. It was now time to concentrate on the wolf. He kneeled in front of the bench and unlaced the wolfs boots. The wolf was aware of this and stopped to see what was going on. He tried to raise his head but as soon as the panther saw this, he pressed his sole once more against his face, lowering him back down to a laying position. He prevented the wolf from speaking by quickly placing his large toe into the wolfs mouth for him to suckle on
Don't worry my little friend; my colleague is just going to make you feel good, just like I am right now. Just lay back and relax.
The lion had already unlaced the wolfs hefty boots and began to pull them off. The wolf stiffened his foot so that the lion couldn't do away with them, but the lion was skillful enough to find a work around to this. He tugged hard and managed to pull both off with each of his hands. He threw them to the corner of the room where they landed with a loud thud. What the lion saw was a sight to behold. A perfect pair of feet for him to indulge on. The wolf may have been a smaller build than the lion and panther, but he had a fine shoe size for them to be satisfied with. The lion was now face to foot with the wolfs two white socked feet. They were broad and a possible size 11. The wolf wore thick white gym socks which kept his feet comfy in his hefty work boots. They were slightly off color from being used the entire day. They had damp spots and clung snugly to his foot as one would expect. They wiggled around now that his boots were off. The wolf curled and stretched his toes as he became accustomed to his boots being off.
The lion, enthralled by the white socked feet, wasted no time. He placed his hands along the sides of each foot, bringing them together, and he leaned forward and buried his face onto the wolfs feet.
The lion was in a daze, rubbing his snout along the wolfs soles. He inhaled deeply at the rough fabric of the wolfs thick woolen socks. The socks themselves had a musky smell of sweat and leather from his boots. It wasnt strong enough to stink up the entire place, but was just perfect for the lion. He rubbed his face even more inhaling more the scent. The wolf wiggled his toes as the lions nose pushed them apart to smell the damp patches by his toes. The wolf enjoyed the treatment the lion gave him. It felt like a soothing foot massage to him. The lion sniffed around for a while worshipping the white socks on his feet. As much as he wanted to sniff them further, he realized that there was more to unwrap. He sat up once again and began to remove the wolfs white socks. The wolf was in a world of his own right now. From all the attention he received, he was in a tranquil state, still suckling in the panthers toes.
The lion continued to remove to wolfs thick socks. He took his time to slowly peel the thick woolen object off the wolfs foot. His prize was exactly what he had expected it to be. As the Sock slid off the wolfs toes, he took some time to admire the foot before him. The wolfs sole was a lighter shade of grey compared to the darker color of fur which covered the rest of his body. He had broad feet with 4 chunky toes. His feet seemed extremely well kept. His soles were soft and silky to the touch. The lion couldn't wait to get started. He quickly began to remove the wolfs other sock from his right foot.
Before he could toss the socks aside, his colleague, the bulky panther turned around and motioned for the lion to hand him the wolfs sweaty socks. The lion handed it to him and watched as his partner bunched them up and buried his nose into them. Using both hands the panther squashed the musky material firmly against his snout, breathing into them deeply. The panthers excitement showed by the large hump in his pants. The lion shared the same excitement but had a slightly larger bulge than his colleague. Pure hormones were driving the lions actions now. He couldn't wait any longer to indulge in the wolfs feet. He leaned forward and instantly ran his large coarse tongue up the wolfs left sole. It dragged slowly up his foot starting from his heel, then teasing the arch with its rough surface and then up his toes, splaying them apart. The wolf instantly burst into fits of laughter.
Hahaha, Stop! .... not there, I'm really ticklish.
The lion looked at him with a devilish grin and responded.
It's too late to stop now. You shouldn't have let me get this far! No chance of stopping now wolfie.
The wolf had a look of terror on his face. He tried tugging at his restraints and wiggling, but he was strapped town too securely to the gym bench. Besides that, he couldn't budge with the large muscular panther sitting atop him with his feet pressed firmly onto his face. He tried raising his head once more to see what the lion was doing, but had his head pushed back once more by the panthers large hefty black feet. He was forced to continue on the panthers soles before him. He had no choice to continue as the panther continued to sniff on his musky socks. The lion continued to nuzzle and lick the wolfs sensitive soles. His large tongue covered the entire surface of his sole as he licked upwards. The strong salty flavor covered his tongue with each lick. This was a taste the lion certainly enjoyed. The wolf continued laugh and giggle uncontrollably as the lions tongue broke his defenses. His toes wiggled and splayed as the lion worked his magic on them. He licked the sides of his feet trying not to miss any sweet spots the wolf may have had to drive him insane. The large wet muscle worked its way, licking between the wolfs toes not missing any of the strong flavors he could lap up. The wolf was in a world of agonizing and extremely exhausting laughter.
The panther and lion had cheeky grins on their faces as they watched the wolf being tormented. As the panther sat atop the wolf, he could feel a slight bulge from the wolf below him. It got a bit harder with each ticklish lick from the lion. He looked back at the lion.
Looks like hes enjoying this. Lets turn it up a notch and see what happens. The wolf was horrified to hear this, and didnt know if he could handle much more. This was not only physically straining, but a form of mental torture. How long could he stay sane if they continued their treatment?
The lion continued licking harder at the wolfs soles, sawing his tongue back and forth between his chunky toes driving the wolf insane. The locker room echoed with the wolfs excruciating laughter. His eyes were wide open with tears streaming down his face. He didn't have a chance to even get a word in. The panther could feel one thing though; he felt the wolf get harder as the tickling was turned up by a notch. The lion continued licking and suckling on the wolfs feet. As he lifted his head with each slurp, his mane came into contact with the wolfs soles. The long fur teased them making the ticklish sensation even stronger. The lion dragged his mane over the wolfs splayed toes tickling the horribly sensitive spots in-between. The long stands dragged between his toes, flossing through them with ticklish agony. High pitched screams of the begging wolf echoed through the room. He begged with every aching breath for the lion to stop but his captor fell on deaf ears. The lion enjoyed as his victims begged and wasnt going to stop until he wanted to do so. He often worked his ticklish magic on the panther driving him over the edge. He would keep the panther begging for hours, pleading with him to stop. Although the panther enjoyed being tickled without being able to stop, he still couldnt bear the thought of it going on for long periods. It would be torture, even for him. It turned the lion on, to know that his victims were in agony. He was skilled in the art and knew exactly all their sensitive spots. He himself was under the feather or panthers tongue on a few occasions. Of course, both of them enjoyed the treatment.
The lion had something special planned for the wolf. Being strapped down to a bench, his feet were at the correct height off the ground for him to try this. The lion leaned back carefully he began to remove his own boots. Once done, he threw them aside next to the wolfs. Unlike the wolf, the lion didn't choose to wear socks. His feet, besides being large, would sweat with them on. His large feet were bare in his hefty boots. Directly in front of the wolfs feet, at the foot of the bench he lay back on the floor. Once his back was flat down against the ground, he placed both his arms behind his head using his palms to cushion the back of his head from the cold locker room floor.
All this gave the wolf an opportunity to catch his breath. The wolf didn't notice as the lion slowly raised his feet up to the level of his own. The lions large feet then made contact by pressing his soles against the wolfs feet. The lion was a size or two larger than the wolf. His feet were just a bit bigger than the wolfs. He had large feet, just a size bigger than the panther. They were well groomed and well kept. He also has soft, smooth soles which the panther loved running his tongue across when he had the chance. The texture, smell and taste were considered heavenly to anyone who shared the same interests.
The lions soles made contact with the wolfs own. They pressed against each other, rubbing intently in unity. The lions soles were soft and smooth. The wolf liked as the moist flesh pressed and massaged his own. One couldn't quickly tell by the gruff and gritty look of the lion, that he would have this feature. His four chunky toes fit perfectly against the wolfs. The claws on his feet were not very long but extremely sharp. The wolf, while still catching his breath enjoyed the feeling o the lions warm soles against his. The massaging feeling of the lions soles quickly took away the post tickle sensation tingling in his soles. The lion wiggled his toes against the wolfs. As he curled them, they fit perfectly between the spaces of the wolfs toes. The musk of the lions sole rubbed off and merged onto the wolfs sole. The tips of his claws occasionally scraped the sensitive pads of his toes emitting a giggle from the wolf, but it wasnt as extreme as the licking he had received earlier. The wolf, as well as the lion enjoyed this relaxing foot play, but the lion had one more surprise for his foot companion.
Without the wolf knowing, he slowly extended his toe claws. In-between the toe wiggling and foot play, he decided to slowly, but gracefully drag the tips of his toes down he wolfs naked sole, letting his claws gently scrape the soft sensitive surface. The wolf yelped hard and jerked his entire body when he felt this. Oh no please, not that. Not after what you put me through just now.
The panther nodded at the lion and signaled for him to begin. The lion wiggled the tips of his toes against the wolfs sole sending him into hysterical laughter once more. This was much more intense and excruciating than anything he has received up to now. His sole creased and cringed as the lions claws scraped against his sensitive flesh. His soles turned slightly pink from the intense treatment. His voice rose to a higher pitch as he screamed and tugged at his restraints.
The panther decided to take part in the fun as well. He ceased smothering the wolfs face with his soles and placed his feet flat on the wolfs chest. The wolf didnt pay attention due to all the laughter. The panther began rubbing his feet up and down the wolfs chest almost soothing him from the agony of laughing so hard. The panthers soft soles worked its way through the lighter fur on the wolfs chest. He enjoyed as the wolfs soft chest fur brushed between his toes, tickling them ever so slightly. This wasn't what he intended to do though. He began to move each foot close to the wolfs exposed armpits. He watched the wolf jerk even more as the panther discovered his other weak spot. With an evil grin, he slowly extended his toe claws and decided to take full advantage of the wolfs exposed pits. Without any warning, he began to lightly wiggle his toes under each of the wolfs arms. The wolfs reaction was electric. The wolf sprung to a level of agony they had never seen. Like the treatment he was receiving from the lion on his bare soles, there was nothing he could do to stop this. The panthers toes were devious in delicately tickling his pits with his razor sharp claws. Both his pits and feet were being attacked by his captors wiggling toes. The panther felt the wolfs stiffness below grow stronger as he sat atop the wolf. The throbbing and grinding increased as he bucked and struggled at his restraints. The stiff member rubbed firmly against the panthers behind.
The lion continued his treatment in sync with his partners. But the wolf began to fall short of breath. It had been nearly an hour and they kept their victim in intense excruciating laughter all along. He was also close to the edge now. With one final scrape of the lions toe claws against the wolfs soles, the wolf squirted and released against the panthers behind. He felt as his throbbing member slowly got limp. The panther signaled for his colleague to stop tickling. With that being done, he seized all tickling. The lion sat up and sat back at the wolfs feet. This time he began to lick his soles once more, but not to make him burst into laughter. These were to soothe his feet from the intense tickling. The lion licked slowly at his soles, soothing the flesh from the tingling. He licked between the wolfs toes delicately taking away the tingly sensation.
The panther leaned forward as well and ran his large tongue up the wolfs armpits, soothing the tingly flesh like the lion had just done. The wolf caught his breath and his heart stopped beating rapidly during the torment. The panther removed himself from atop the wolf and they began un-strapping him from the bench. The lion undid his feet while the panther undid his arms. As the wolf lay flat and exhausted, they took a few sheets paper towels and cleaned him up. The wolf looked up at them; all he gave them was a re-assuring smile.
Thanks, he said.
The three eventually cleaned up the place and left for home. Many days of fun awaited them.