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Outlandish Demands and Ticklish Reprimands

By KinkSaber

“Big C.” The raccoon answered his phone. “What can I do for you today?”

“Seems like you’re the Big C now, Lucky.” Chester replied playfully. “Mister Castor. Mister big shot. Mister Junior CTO.”

“Pfft. You know I’m not about that.” Lucky chuckled as he toyed with a thin metal key between his thumb and index finger. “So? You need someone to come golfing or what? You know I don’t care for golf, either. I have so much work to do today.”

“Ha ha. Very funny, Lucky. I’m calling about those documents I needed you to sign. The ones where you have to approve the budget for three new hires, remember? Gosh. You push all the administrative work on me and couldn’t even be arsed with a signature. Jane in HR needs them by the end of day if we’re going to move forward with the candidates.”

“Well then Jane can wait until the end of day, can’t she?”

“You sure know how to hold a grudge.” Chester sighed. “You know she’s going to be pissed if you don’t get it done soon.”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely. Mmhm. I overheard her saying something about a concert.” The raccoon rubbed the teeth of the key against his lips and felt the way they prickled against his tender skin. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw the desperate look on Darvy’s face as the snow leopard whimpered. “I’m not a monster, Big C. I wouldn’t deny her the joy of seeing her idol in person. But man, that’s going to suck on her performance review, you know? If she doesn’t get it done by today. Business needs and all that. Team player and all that. Circle back to the action item deliverable hotdesking micromanager and all that.”

“That’s not how you use those terms.” The raccoon felt Chester roll his eyes on the other side of the conversation. “Please just get those papers signed, Lucky. You can have your petty office drama next month at the company dinner, when you get to sit at the big boys table and she doesn’t. Charmings already lit a fire under my ass to fill your old role. I don’t even know how you managed to do the job of three people by yourself.”

“I’m sure he can wait until after our meeting, Big C. Speaking of which, I gotta go. Can’t have the billionaire CEO waiting on some poor peasant like me now, can we? Ciao!” The raccoon smirked as he hung up the phone, and then looked up from his desk to see the very same CEO he spoke of tussled up on his new coffee table.

“Hngg..! Lucky..!” The snow leopard growled with frustration. Darvy jerked as he felt a sudden spike of intensity from the vibrating ring around his cock. His face was flushed, and there was clearly a scent of lust in his pheromones. Unfortunately for the snow leopard, he had, in fact, not been a good boy. Not for quite a while. The raccoon hadn’t been pleased with his behavior, and the cage around his cock had only been removed for several minutes over the last three weeks. Mainly for maintenance, but also the raccoon took the chance to install a wireless vibrating cock ring that he could activate any time he wanted. As punishment, of course, and not pleasure.

“Haven’t we been over this, Prince Charmings?” The raccoon chuckled and dropped the key in his drawer. It had not yet been closed. There was still a chance in the snow leopard’s mind. “It’s Master or Sir now. Or maybe you just love being cucked out of your cumming privileges that you crave staying in that cage for another week. Oh, hell, for the fun of it, why don’t we make it a full month, hmm?”

“Noo!! Please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Master Lucky, Sir!” The sudden change in the snow leopard’s attitude thrilled the raccoon. One minute he was a cold, calculating capitalist machine, the next he was reduced to a whimpering goon who couldn’t think of anything but for a way to please his Master, all for the privilege of an orgasm. An orgasm that he must earn.

Yes. Thrilled and excited the raccoon to no end.

Lucky was more than fair, even if he did claim so himself. He had always given the snow leopard three chances to earn his weekly allocated orgasm. The first week Darvy was uncooperative. The snow leopard thought he could throw his weight around. His weight and cash. Cash, mostly. That was a strike. When he didn’t like the warning the raccoon gave, he pushed Lucky down and tried to give his Master a blowjob. Strike two, easily. It wasn’t about what he wanted. That was the part that the snow leopard didn’t understand. Darvy was so sure of himself that he could blow the raccoon to get some brownie points. The last strike came when Darvy cussed at the raccoon when he had been tickled for barely more than an hour. That was also when he earned the rubber ball gag.

Week two and three went similarly. It took three weeks in total for the snow leopard to learn to not talk back to the raccoon, or talk without being spoken to. It was a hard habit for Darvy to break, seeing as the snow leopard was so used to talking over anyone he deemed inferior – and he did deem the raccoon inferior. If only it weren’t for that titanium cock cage he had been locked in. The snow leopard fumed. His work performance clearly tanked, but he held it together long enough for week four, which was where he found himself now.

Lucky’s new office was practically designed to humiliate Darvy.

Floor to ceiling windows behind the raccoon’s desk, which thankfully for Darvy, was currently covered by blackout curtains. The coffee table was in the center of the room, with a couch on either side to frame the spot that Darvy knew he would spend quite a lot of time in. The coffee table itself didn’t look fancy, but in reality was custom built to handle the snow leopard’s weight, and was made of sturdy hardwood that would easily keep the snow leopard’s limbs bound to its wooden legs.

There Lucky sat, on his fancy ergonomic chair at his desk, and any time he looked up from the table he saw the half nude Darvy hogtied on the coffee table with those snow white soles on display.

The door was locked. The room was sound proof. He could do anything he wanted to Darvy, and nobody would hear them. Not that there was anyone else to hear them on that executive floor of the building. The schedule had been cleared and Darvy’s secretary had been given the rest of that Friday afternoon off, just as Lucky planned.

“I’m surprised, Darvy, that you haven’t found someone to cut the cage off for you. Can’t be that hard to buy silence from a locksmith around these parts – oh, wait. Didn’t you just raise the rent by thirty percent for all your mall tenants? Man, they must be pissed.” The raccoon chuckled. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you love being under my paws for a change.”

“Y-you’ll just hold the server hostage again.” The snow leopard instantly came up with an excuse, with his face flushed, as if he wasn’t enjoying being treated like that. “O-or worst! I’m only doing this to keep you happy so you won’t do anything stupid, like cripple my company again!!”

“Well then, in that case, we can just end our session here.” The raccoon crossed his legs and leaned back into his chair. “I have a lot of work to do to keep your company un-crippled. Updates and back ups and maintenance. Speaking of which, if you recall, we’re partially upgrading our datacenter across town, so I’m going to have no time for you for two weeks, minimum.”

The snow leopard whimpered, but he caught himself and gritted his teeth.

“..I’d say three weeks, on the safe side.” The raccoon teased.

“No! That’s unfair!” Darvy finally broke his stubborn silence. “That’s so unfair!”

Not even an hour ago, the snow leopard was in the boardroom giving a speech about work ethics and future projects. He looked so serious, cold, and stoic then. The exact opposite of how he looked now. The raccoon grinned at the sight.

“Oh, and there’s that A.I. project you wanted me to get started on. Sheesh. Looks like you’re going to get that month of being caged you’re begging for.” Lucky loved to push the snow leopard’s buttons. Push. Push. Push.

“Damnit, LUCKY!” The snow leopard snapped. Darvy gasped and tried to backpedal when he realized what he had done. “No! No! Wait! I didn’t mean that! I didn’t! Sir. Sir! Master Lucky, please! I didn’t mean it! You know I didn’t mean it, right?”

The raccoon smirked. He didn’t hate the fact that Darvy was still so defiant. It only contributed to the fact that breaking the snow leopard every time was ever just as enjoyable as the first.

“That’s two strikes, Prince Charmings.” Lucky said with an annoying glee in his voice. He looked at the screen, where he already had a preliminary A.I. prototype ready to go. Charmings didn’t really need to know about the progress he made, not for a week or two anyway, but a fun idea just popped into his head. “You know, Darvy. You’re right. It’s not fair. You come up with some half assed trend-chasing business plan about adding a language model to our systems, and I get to spend the next two weeks slaving over a keyboard so you can present my work to the shareholders. Company stocks go up, you’re worth another billion dollars. You get all the credit, and I get all the stress. Life’s unfair, isn’t it?”

“W-w-what are you going to do this time?” Darvy gulped. He knew when the raccoon was being genuine with his complaints. He could no longer afford to push his luck.

“I don’t know, to be honest.” The raccoon grinned to himself and executed the program. “But I bet your fantasy A.I. does. Let’s ask him, why don’t we? Hey ALBAN. How long do you think Darvy can stand being tickled on his feet on a Friday afternoon?”

—

“Who the hell is Alban!?” Darvy’s heart almost leaped out of his chest. For a second he thought his private time with the raccoon was being recorded or streamed to someone else on the other end of the world. Not that Lucky needed more blackmailing material.

“ALBAN.” Lucky repeated himself. “Automated Logic and Behavioral Analysis Nexus. That’s the A.I. you wanted me to build to analyse employee productivity, didn't you? Automatically pulls data from all digital employee input and tells you whether they’re dicking around on company time. Since you threw a language model license at me, this is the best I can do. Language models aren’t meant for this shit – but you won’t listen, so now I’ll have to show you.”

“..What the hell?” Darvy muttered.

“Hello, Lucky. It’s good to see you again.” A synthetic voice spoke up from the raccoon’s laptop as the program read the response aloud – not for Lucky’s benefit. He saw all the texts on the screen. The raccoon wanted Darvy to hear just how bad A.I.s were at what the snow leopard demanded for them to do. “Darvy may only last a couple of minutes. I suspect that Darvy’s most ticklish spots, like many people, are on his feet, so probably even less than that!”

“..I hate this A.I. already.” The snow leopard said plainly.

“Oh, but it gets better, Prince Charmings.” The raccoon giggled. “Hey ALBAN! What tool do you think Darvy is most ticklish to?”

“Hnnggg!!” The snow leopard blushed and grunted. “Come on, Luc – Master Lucky, Sir. That’s such a weird question to ask the A.I. – Wait! It’s not going to save that prompt to the database, right? Gods, you better clear out the history!”

“Most people are ticklish to feathers. When searched online, some other popular tools include hairbrushes, electric toothbrushes, or my personal favorite – fuzzy strings of yarn that you can thread between the toes!” The same voice answered after a moment of silence between the generated responses. “However, in some ancient Meerkat tribes, it is widely believed that writing on one’s soles warded off evil spirits, and laughter is the sound of these evil spirits being exorcised.”

“That can’t be right.” Lucky laughed. “Hey ALBAN. Tell me more about these evil spirits. Do you think Darvy might be possessed by an evil spirit?”

“The ancient Meerkat tribes believed that greed, wrath, pride, and lust are all spirits that possessed people when they acted as such. Darvy, the ticklish one, sounds like a lovely person, so I don’t believe Darvy would be possessed by such an evil spirit!”

“Ahah hah hah! Even the A.I. knows, Prince Charmings.” The raccoon was laughing so hard that he clutched his tummy now, all the while Darvy’s face burned hot with humiliation.

“Your A.I. is hallucinating!” The snow leopard said with puffed cheeks. “You know you’re going to have to fix this!”

“Yeah, but I’m going to have fun with this version. And so are you!” The raccoon clapped his hands together. “Hey ALBAN. Can you give me those instructions to ward off evil spirits?”

“No!” Darvy shouted. He could already guess where this was going. “Nooo! Nooo!! Don’t! Don’t! That’s – ”

“Unfair? Good.”

“According to the ancient Meerkat tribal customs, the ritual involves writing ‘evil spirits, be gone!’ on the possessed’s feet ten – ten – ten thousand times. It is best to use waterproof ink so it does not come off easily. Scholarly documents suggest that an oiled base ink would give you the best performance.”

“TEN THOUSAND TIMES!” Darvy cried out loud. “You’re going to kill me, Luc – Master Lucky, Sir.”

“I think you can handle that, Prince Charmings.” The raccoon smirked and picked up a pen from his pen holder. It was a cheap one that made a delightful clicking sound when he pressed on the button at the end. “After all, you enjoyed being tickled for hours and hours and hours. To the point where you beg to cum, don’t you? You love it.”

“..Hngg..!! But my feet are so sensitive now!” The snow leopard whined. “I send you video proof of me lotioning them every night, don’t I!”

“..Why do you think I want them to be sensitive? You’re not very smart for a billionaire CEO, are you?” The raccoon cackled as he approached the bound snow leopard. “Now, you better spread those toes. Unless, of course, you want to chicken out. Go on. Say the word, I’ll keep you locked up for a month. I have sooooo much work to do because that absolute demon of a boss I got couldn’t give me a break.”

Darvy gulped. He understood.Lucky wasn’t playing around. The snow leopard quietly and obediently spread his toes. His cock throbbed in that cage, as if his body craved to be put in his place. He felt the rush of adrenaline in his veins.

“Good boy.” The raccoon said. He clicked that pen one more time, then held it between his thumb and index finger. He rested the side of his palm against the snow leopard’s sole and aimed the tip of the pen by the base of those snow white toes. “Time to get messed up. Sing for me, Prince Charmings!”

As soon as those words left his mouth, the raccoon began to scribble. The cold metal tip of that pen touched the base of the snow leopard’s toes, and Darvy instantly let out a sharp giggle from his mouth. Lucky followed the program's dubious instructions and wrote exactly what was suggested to him by the hallucination, and he just had to say it outloud, too.

“Evil spirits.. Be gone!” The raccoon said it with a tone of sing-song in his voice. “Evil spirits.. Be gone! Be gone!”

“Ahah hah hah haaah! Ther-eer-’s no evil spirits! Maaa-ster Lucky! Maaawahha hah haah haah haahh!! Master Lucky! Stop! Stwa hwah hwah!” The snow leopard couldn’t control the flow of words between his brain and his mouth, as if each syllable was diverted from the tip of his tongue and replaced with involuntary laughter from the depth of his lungs. “Waah!! Ahah hah hah haaah! It tickles! It tickles! It tickles so much! That’s unfair! It’s unfair! Stwahah hah-hah stop!”

“Admit it. You love being my helpless tickle pet!” Lucky said happily. “You love it, don’t you? That’s why you keep your toes spread wide even when you’re screaming your brains out!”

“No! No I doh hoh hoh hon’t!” The snow leopard refused to confess to the thing that excited his cock beyond anything else in his entire life, as if he would cross a line that he could not return from if he did.

Regardless of his admission, though, Lucky wasn’t going to budge. He wrote the characters as neatly and as small as he could, just so he could fit more on those snow white soles. When the base of the snow leopard’s big toe had been scribbled on, he moved to the next.

“Mmhm. Evil spirits, be gone!”

“I’m not po-hoh hoh-hoh hoh-sessed!” The snow leopard couldn’t help but jerk his foot. He gasped when he realized that if he made Lucky mess up the writing, the raccoon would probably call strike three and deny him of the chance at orgasm this week, too. “Sorry! So-hoh-hoh-ry! Sorry Master Lucky I didn’t mean to moo-hoo-hoove!”

“Didn’t you hear what Alban said? Pretty sure you’re possessed by the evil spirit of greed.”

“That’s just a hallUU-HUU-HUU-CINATION OH GODS MASTER LUCKY NO DON’T NOT THERE!!”

Lucky wasn’t about to be predictable. He didn’t want Darvy to brace himself, and so he skipped the next toe and moved directly to a spot where he knew Darvy could not contain himself when touched – those tender arches that spasmed with the slightest touch.

“NOT THERE NOT THERE NOT THERE NOT MY ARCHES!! NOOH HOHH HOHH HOHHHH!! OH GODS IT TICKLES IT TICKLES IT TICKLES MASTER LUCKY PLEASE I’M GOING TO DIE!! I’M GOING TO DIE!! I’M GOING TO-WAHH HAHH HAHH HAHH HAHH!! AAH HAH HAH HAH HAHHHH!! HAHH HAHH HAHH!!”

The snow leopard couldn’t stop the hysterical laughter that burst from his mouth if he tried. Tears beaded from his eyes as he screamed himself red in the face. He didn’t understand how his feet were so ticklish and so incredibly sensitive after less than a month of daily lotioning that the raccoon had forced on him.

When he read about it in some of the raccoon’s favorite smut stories, he scoffed at it. When Lucky argued that the lotion would turn him into a screaming, helpless thing, he scoffed at it. When Lucky then presented to him a bottle of cheap skin cream that was from the discount bin at the local pharmacy, Darvy laughed and ridiculed the raccoon. Ah, yes. That was one of the strikes on week two, wasn’t it?

That was also when Lucky flicked his finger at the snow leopard’s caged cock and demanded a daily lotioning video to prove he kept it up. “Miss a day of lotion and I’ll add a week to the time.” The raccoon said. “Try me.”

It finally dawned on Darvy that some things are, in fact, not made up by the authors of the smut that Lucky loved to read. The magic and fantasy elements are just that – fantasy. He should have paid more attention to the part where the ticklish victim’s soles were bathed in creamy milk and turned into the most sensitive, helpless spots on their entire body. Turned tough guys in the stories into a tickle pet not so different from what he was to the raccoon.

The worst part of it? He liked it. He secretly, silently liked it. Liked the way it stripped the power from his hands. Liked the way the raccoon broke down the castle walls and made him absolutely defenseless. Made him the poor peasant’s tickle toy.

Darvy’s cock throbbed and twitched and ached and itched in its cage. The snow leopard let out several moans between laughter and he pressed his caged crotch against the coffee table. He grunted with frustration when he realized he would get no pleasure from that.

No. Not a single drop of pleasure from that. The only thing that excited and stimulated him was the ticklish abuse that the raccoon dished out on his feet. The snow leopard was so frustrated, so pent up from the weeks of nonstop torment that the raccoon would inflict upon his soles, only to be blue balled again and again.

Then again, the prospect of not being allowed to cum, to be so controlled – that thrilled him, too. In some ways, equally, if not more, arousing than jerking off to the thought of being under the raccoon’s paws.

“PWEASE! PWWWEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEASE! OH GODS! I CAN’T TAKE IT I CAN’T TAKE IT I CAN’T TAKE IT LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY MASTER LUCKY PWEASE PWEASE PWEASE LET ME CUM I NEED TO CUM I NEE-HEE-HEED TO CUMMMMM!!”

The snow leopard didn’t even realize that his pleas for the raccoon to stop tickling his poor sensitive soles had long since turned into pleas for the orgasm that he had been denied. The words seemed to flow from his brain to his mouth with the filter of his ego completely disabled. Darvy moaned lewdly as the raccoon continued to skip and write over every last inch of the bottom of his feet. He panted and gasped for air. He begged. He screamed with laughter. He begged like his life depended on it. He sweated into his fur. He begged some more.

“WAHAH HAH HAH HAHHHH!! MASTER LUC-KEE HEE HEE HEE!! EEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!! HEEEE HEEE HEEE HEEEEEEE!!”

“If I take off your cage, Prince Charmings.” Lucky prodded. He wasn’t a monster, but he knew how to act like one. He didn’t want to just tickle torture the snow leopard. He understood the carrot and the stick very well. He was going to have to reward Darvy eventually, if he wanted to keep the snow leopard in line. After all, he couldn’t just motivate Darvy with nothing but punishments. “If. Big if. If I take it off and give you a little reward, you’re not going to do anything stupid, are you?”

“NOH HOH HOH HOH HOHH!! NOH I WOULDN’T! PLEASE MASTER LUCKY PLEASE!! I NEED IT NEED IT NEED IT!!”

Even when he got no pleasure from it, the snow leopard began to hump the coffee table as the sound of that titanium cage smacked against the wooden surface.

“I NEED IT! I NEED IT SO BAD PLEASE MASTER LUCKY SIR I’LL DO ANYTHING!! ANYTHING! ANYTHING!!”

“Hmph.” The raccoon reached into the snow leopard’s suit pants for the cage and unlocked it with the code that he memorized. The moment the mechanism clicked open, the snow leopard whimpered with relief. Lucky took the chance to roll the snow leopard to his side, which stopped Darvy from humping the table. The pleasure was not his to take, but for the raccoon to give when and if the raccoon decided.

“Please, please, please..!” The snow leopard’s voice shook as the raccoon took that shaft in his palm and gave it only a few supplementary strokes. It was instantly hard, stiff, and leaky. “Yes, yes, oh gods yes!”

“Shaddup, Prince Charmings.” The raccoon licked his lips. “Or that’s gonna be a third strike for you. I’m the one enjoying this, not you. You’re my toy, you got it?”

“Hnng..!” Darvy had never been made so powerless, to the point that just the thread alone was enough to make him comply. That, too, gave him a renewed sense of arousal.

The raccoon wetted his lips again as he ran his tongue over them, then he leaned forward and swallowed the snow leopard’s cock all the way into his throat, hungrily, as if he hadn’t had a single morsel of food for days. His tongue bullied the crown of the snow leopard’s cock as he licked the same spot again and again, while he used the fleshy insides of his lips to stroke and suckle on the snow leopard’s small, but firm shaft. Even when he shoved the entire thing into his mouth, the snow leopard’s cock didn’t come anywhere near the back of his throat. Cute. Small, but just the right size for him to treat like a popsicle.

For Darvy, it was much more intense than he could ever imagine.

The snow leopard’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull and he saw fireworks in the black void as his vision cut out. Snot and drool ran from his face as his whole body convulsed with pleasure. A deluge of ‘fuck, yes!’ and ‘oh gods’ flooded from his mouth, even when the raccoon had specifically forbidden him from speaking, between an unstoppable flow of lewd moans and cries for more.

Darvy couldn’t recall a time when his orgasms felt so powerful. His toes clenched and sprayed as he rode the high, and his hot milk spilled from the tip of his cock as the raccoon greedily lapped it all up from the source. The snow leopard’s body was still shaking when Lucky suckled the last drop from the tip and swallowed, and as the snow leopard gasped for air as if he had just ran a marathon, the raccoon simply wiped the corner of his mouth with the tip of his finger and then licked that clean, too.

“Happy now?” Lucky asked in a gentle voice.

“Mm. mmhm.” The snow leopard replied meekly. Darvy felt as if his entire body had been drained of energy. All he could do was stay as the mess that he was on the coffee table while the raccoon did whatever he wanted to his helpless body. The thought of that made his cock spring right back to life. Too late to hide it. The sudden twitch did not escape Lucky’s sight. They both stayed silent until the snow leopard caught his breath, and just when Darvy thought the raccoon was to free him, Lucky pushed the snow leopard right back down. “Wait. A second round? But – but I thought we were done, and I wanted to talk about ALBAN. Now that you have him up and running we can – ”

“You can shove it, Prince Charimgs.“ The raccoon quickly relocks the snow leopard’s cock cage over the aroused shaft. Darvy gasped at the return of the constraint. “YOU were done. I still need to have my fun – and I don’t care if you misbehave this time. Go on, scream your fucking lungs out – now that I know you turn into such a bitch in heat with just a month of chastity, I want to know how many months it’ll take before I drive you insane. But before that, I’m going to relief MY stress, and you’re going to learn to fucking love it.”

“No! Come on, be reasonable, Lucky – that was rough! That was really rough on me!” The snow leopard’s voice was full of fear and anxiety. Just the way the sadistic raccoon liked it. “Lucky. Lucky! Please! I’ll buy you a first class round trip ticket to wherever you like! I’ll give you two more weeks of vacation! I won’t make you work overtime on ALBAN! Trust me! Trust me once? Just this once? Lucky? Lucky?? Wait. Where did that brush come from? But I just came! Lucky I just came! I JUST CAME I’M SO SENSITIVE RIGHT NOW! No, gods no! Stay away from my feet I’ll die for real..!! No! Stay away from – STAY AWAY HANDS OFF!! NO NO NO NO NO!! NO- NOOHH HOH HOH HOH HOH NOT MY FEET NOT MY FEET NOT MY FEE-HEE HEE HEE HEET!!”

The raccoon smirked and lowered his pants. His turn for fun. First came the carrot, then the stick – or maybe they were both carrots for him.

“Scream for me, my little tickle pet. Scream for me! Eheh heh heh!”

=The end=