Here we are, the official story to my most-faved picture here. Thank you all for faving. I am very appreciative of all the favorites I get. This little story was drawn by  -Nick_the_Wolf- . Check him out if you want a fanfic of your own done. He's good at it.


The soft noise of rattling chains echoed through the stone room.

Brandon’s breathing was heavy due to the anxiety of the situation he found himself trapped into, and for the fear of the unknown of what would have happened to him.

Yet, his breath was regular as if his initial concern had now given way to resignation.

Along the cold grasp of cuffs around his wrists, it was the only thing he could feel. Forced to keep his arms overhead, those manacles fit perfectly around his wrists as if they were custom-made.

A red ballgag prevented him from saying anything and so the rattling of his chains was only accompanied by Brandon’s soft moans as he awaited his fate.

Not even his eyes could help him with that, his captors had made a great job imprisoning him down there and just like he had been deprived of the ability to speak, a blindfold made him unable to see as well.

Though… chains weren’t actually the only thing he felt on his so vulnerable body…

He could feel his ankles were trapped too, firmly held in place by wooden stocks. No way of getting free now, only his captors could have allowed that… but little did he know, he was in for a wild ride~

Deep within himself, Brandon knew very well that today he would have been a toy.

A toy for his captors, and as far as this might have been a fun possibility, there were still so many questions and concerns that crowded his frightened mind.

They weren’t planning on hurting him, right? That was his only real fear so far.

That wait was driving the wolf crazy, already he couldn’t tell how long he had been sitting there, chained, paws trapped in stocks, bare-chested and deprived of more than one of his senses.

A part of him wanted to get it over with this and skip to the part where they would have had their fun with him.

Brandon whimpered softly through his ballgag as he sat there, prisoner, waiting for what was to happen, occasionally curling his toes. Anticipation was driving him insane.

As if someone had read his mind, a new sound echoed through the dungeon’s walls.

The sound of a door being unlocked and opened in front of him.

He felt cool air all over his mostly exposed body, caused by the movement of the heavy door. It closed again immediately, and Brandon could easily feel at least two other people entering the room.

He had scooted up a bit, his breathing getting quicker and his heart pounding in his chest. Brandon could feel those people there with him, he heard their steps, they were moving slowly around him, surely looking at him, maybe thinking about what to do with him. Despite having no way to be sure, a part of him was sure that were staring at him, looking at his restrained wolf body at their mercy, maybe even making fun of him.

He felt himself blushing under his fur for the shame, it was embarrassing.

Nobody talked yet. Aside from the whimpering wolf and the rattling of his chains, the room was silent again.

<Look at this…> a male voice suddenly said in a clearly ironic tone <Not so confident now, are we?>

Fear trapped Brandon’s mind, so much that he didn’t even feel one of them approaching…

Then, he felt one of his captors playfully running a clawed finger on his sole, slowly and methodically.

This sent a shiver through the wolf’s body, who couldn’t help but giggle immediately at that, cursing himself for being so ticklish.

He tried to shake his paws but his imprisoner’s attention seemed to have already moved elsewhere.

His tormentor, clearly delighted in his reaction, couldn’t help but chuckle.

That’s when Brandon’s emotions changed…

At first he was confused about his identity, but that chuckle… light and cunning, playful even, with a distinguished “foxy” sounding… he was sure to have heard that somewhere.

<N-Nhk?> he tried to say through the ballgag.

<Yup that’s me> the fox casually confirmed <Also brought a friend, hope you don’t mind> he added ironically.

<He sure did…. After Nick here told me about how you tied him up and tickled him, I just had to let him use my dungeon to teach you a lesson.> said another unknown voice right next to him, someone that as he said that, stroke Brandon’s armpits just like Nick did with his paw.

Again, the wolf’s reaction was immediate. He tried to get away from the tickling sensation but it was impossible… he was chained and vulnerable. Mere entertainment for his amused captors.

<You know…> Nick Wilde started again <I really think you once had a little too much fun with me> his words sounded mischievous <You do remember that, don’t you?>

The fox asked while stroking Brandon’s helpless pawpads again, this time more quickly but taking his time as he ran several fingers on his sole, repeatedly.

The poor wolf shook in his restraints, immediately crying for the tickle sensation, his laugh silenced by the ballgag.

Everything was clear to him now. Nick Wilde was determined to take his revenge on him… with interests, as proved by the friend he brought with him to the dungeon where the wolf was kept. And Blood-Vorse seemed just as eager as the fox to enjoy a merciless tickling session at Brandon’s expenses…

<Sure it was fun, I’ll give you that> Nick admitted, remembering that time he found himself in his same situation <But allow me to pay you in the same coin~>

Then, everything happened quickly.

The shackled wolf felt a lot happening around him, like objects being brought next to him and his captors getting comfortable for what was to happen…

Brandon’s breathing had gotten very fast, anticipation was once again killing him as he instinctively frantically turned his head around, trying to see what was around him even if he was blindfolded.

<Wht?> tried to mutter the confused captive, still trying to move his stocked paws and squirm in his restraints.

<Phls!> his desperation grew to the point of begging but his pleading fell on deaf ears.

Once again, he heard Nick chuckle, he sounded much closer this time and more… menacing.

<Really thought you could have me tied and tickled like that without expecting a payback?>

Nick’s companion seemed to giggle as well, he couldn’t wait to start, and ran his fingers all over Brandon’s armpits from behind, causing again his desperate squirming.

<He needs to be taught a lesson, that’s for sure> muttered Blood-Vorse, his hands resting on their captive.

<An harsh one…> added the fox, aggressively.

The wolf was terrified, his limbs moving slightly from nervousness, whimpering like a trapped prey and cursing himself again. Now he regretted doing that to Nick, who really wanted to get his revenge on Brandon and his friend seemed just as excited to torment him.

Brandon’s last thoughts were vanquished as Nick really started to make him pay for that. His clawed fingers running wildly across his helpless soles, brutally tickling him.

His paws squirming violently in the stocks, the wolf howling desperate through the gag as Blood-Vorse started tickling his upper body for real.

<MMMMHHHGGGHHH!!!>

His whole body was squirming but he had no hope of getting free… all he could do was try to laugh so loud through his gagged muzzle.

The feeling was intense, his pawpads felt like they were being invaded by a thousand tormentors and so were his armpits and sides. He knew they were just two but it was so overwhelming. They were both so good at tormenting a prisoner…

HOW was he so ticklish?? That’s what he kept asking himself, struggling desperately, sure that there was no way he could withstand this.

He thought it couldn’t get worse than this, but then Nick Wilde stopped using just his fingers and got a brush.

<AAAAHHH! PHLS STHP!> he tried to scream trying to violently pull his ankles away but the grasp of the stocks was unbeatable.

The instinct was curling into a ball but the merciless restraints barely allowed him to struggle.

<What did you say?> Blood-Vorse taunted him <You want more? Alright!>

He meant it. The ticklee’s noise immediately got louder.

As he said that, his fingers tickled his sides, armpits and occasionally tummy even faster, driving Brandon crazy with laughter.

<NNNNNNNNNHHH!!!> another muffled protest.

The combo was brutal: Brandon was extremely ticklish and Nick was extraordinary good at scrubbing his feet, just like Blood-Vorse was with his armpits.

How could he be supposed to endure that? It felt impossible! Already, the wild muffled laughter echoing through the dungeon was becoming painful in his stomach.

<MHRCY!!> he begged again.

Nick simply scrubbed his feet even harsher, and Blood-Vorse seemed in frenzy as he wildly tickled his armpits.

<The more you beg, the worse it gets> threatened Nick, furiously tickling his paws, his victim squirming desperate.

<Come on, we barely started!> said Blood-Vorse, Brandon couldn’t see his grin <Just a few more hours… for a bad wolf like you>