"What do you say we show this guy what we do with shoplifts, huh?"

All three were on Danny before the terrified boy was able to react. Though he struggled and fought, trying desperately to get out the door with or without the stolen goods, the trio were too strong for him. They dragged the shoplifter, squirming and yelling, to the counter where something Danny had been eyeing when he first walked in was situated. It was some kind of board with leather straps attached to a set of stocks for ankles at one end and one for your head at the end other. Soon hands were all over his body, stripping him down to his underwear and socks.  The hands were not gentle, undressing Danny like a fighting toddler mid tantrum before bath time.  Danny flushed bright red in embarrassment and felt his whole body go hot as he was exposed.     

"Get him up here, common, let's show him what we're going to do to his stealing ass."

Danny was hoisted up and dropped onto the board. One employee held him in place while the others started wrapping the belts around him, tightening them up so there was no hope for escape. Someone slipped his kicking feet and ankles into the stocks, and before long his head was locked into place, too.  He never stopped struggling or fighting, even when the last strap was attached, but the fight was starting to leave Danny.  He was completely screwed, and he knew it.

To make matters worse, part of Danny was actually enjoying the situation.  He’d been interested in bondage and BDSM for as long as he could remember, he’d just been too shy or embarrassed to admit it.  Now, suddenly, he was experiencing it full force completely against his will.

Well… maybe 98% against his will.

"Look, please, let me go. I didn't steal anything, please let me go!"

The owner slipped a hood over Danny's head.

"You sure as fuck tried though, didn't you, you little shit?"

Danny tried to wiggle loose but it was no use... he was stuck where he was.  His only hope was that a customer would come in and put an end to this madness.

Suddenly, he felt his socks being pulled off his feet. He wiggled his toes and wondered what was happening. That's when the monitor in front of his face came to life, showing him his own feet, locked in stocks.

"Now you get to watch while we show you what we do with little shits who try to steal from my store."

Danny watched in horror as a hand appeared on the screen in front of him holding a feather.

"No no no please. I'll pay! I'll pay you for the stuff I had! Please don't do this!"

"Too late, kid. For your sake I hope you're not too ticklish"

The feather was dragged down Danny's left foot. Despite the fear and embarrassment of being caught, Danny started to giggle. That feather dragged lazily up and down, flossing between his toes on occasion. Danny tried to keep it together, but soon he was laughing... and laughing hard. He wasn't even able to beg for release.

“STAWP!  P-LEEEASE!  HAA HAA HAA!  FUUUUCK!”

"Looks like we got a ticklish one here, guys. Let's say we keep him on the counter until he's worked off his debt. Maybe charge customers a dollar a minute. What do you say, kid?"

“NOOOOO!”

“That’s great kid, keep up the yelling.  Maybe you’ll attract a few people from the street.”

A second feather was added, one on each sole now.  With soft and lazy strokes, the feather freely explored the wiggling feet.  The feathers were doing their jobs and Danny was in complete hysterics: up and down down the arches, threaded between the toes, quills used to scribble aimlessly on the pads of his feet.  

The tickling stopped at the jingle of a bell, announcing that someone had opened the front door and was coming into the shop.  Danny tried to turn his head to look to see who was there, but with the way his head was positioned and held he couldn’t.

“HELP!  Oh fuck please help me!  These people are INSANE!”

There was a pregnant pause in the shop.

“So, uh, Frank,” an unknown voice said, “doing a live demonstration?”

The owner of the shop, apparently named Frank, laughed.

“We got ourselves a shoplifter, Dale.  Little fucker thought he could steal from me, so we’re just giving him a little lesson in what happens when you try and sneak out of my store without paying.”

“Please oh please I’m so sorry!  I’ll never ever step foot in your store ever again!  Please let me go!!”

“Looks like you’re just using feathers,” Dale said, “Let me show you how to really make the guy suffer.”

Dale stepped around to Danny’s feet, taking one in his hands and massaging it gently.

“Really cute feet for a criminal.  Would really love to get to know them intimately, but then I think you’d have to lock the door for the day.”

Everyone but Danny laughed.

“You got any toys floating around, Frank?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a couple, let me pull them out.”

A bit of drool was dripping off of Danny’s lips as he heard the shop owner rummaging around behind the counter.

Frank was briefly in Danny’s sight as he walked around the table, but the tied up boy couldn’t see what he was carrying in his hands.  Danny could hear, though, some loose objects behind put on the table.

“Ah yes, this will work nicely,” Dale said, picking something up.

“Look, call the cops, please!  I’ll confess to everything!”

“Sorry kid, you should have thought about that before you turned to a life of crime.  Maybe next time you’ll think twice.”

Dale’s hands, holding some sort of blue brush, suddenly appeared on the screen in front of Danny.  

“Alright, let’s see if we can make this piggy squeal”.

“NO Wait!  STOP!  I’lll - FUUUUCK!  NOOO!  HAA HAA FUUUUUUUCK STOOOOP!”

The moment the silicone bristles touched Danny’s feet, it was hell.  Danny watched the screen in wide eyed horror as Dale scrubbed the toes of his right foot like he was brushing his teeth.  The brush went back and forth over the toes, sometimes in small circles, under the toes, and on the tips of the toes.  When Danny fought back the only way he knew how: by curling his toes as tightly as he could, Dale took a firm hold of the toes and bent them back.  Danny instantly regretted his decision.  While brushing over the toes had been bad, having them pulled like this gave access to the incredibly sensitive skin right under and between the toes.  Unable to look away from the screen, Danny watched with tear blurred eyes as his toes were assaulted.

“PLEEEAAASE!  HAA HAA!  EEEENOUUUGH!  I-I-I-I’MMM SOOOOORRY!”

His cries were ignored.

Dale eventually switched to the other foot, this time focusing on the sole.  Using the brush, he scrubbed the whole foot freestyle, from toes to heel.  He spent most of his time focused on Danny’s rather pronounced arch.  While he kicked and squirmed his feet, Danny didn’t curl his toes again.  He’d learned his lesson.

After what felt like an eternity, the bell over the front door rang again.  Once again, everyone stopped.  Danny’s entire body, sweating profusely inside the leather restraints, instantly relaxed.  His feet hung limp.

“Hey Frank, hey Dale,” a new voice said, “what’s going on?”

“Please…,” Danny croaked, “please… these p-people are insane.  Call the c-cops..”

“Just a shoplifter, Hank.  We’ve been teaching this asshole what happens from people who try to steal from me.”  

“Hmm…”

There were footsteps as the newcomer approached Danny, walking directly to his feet.

“Brush, huh?  Sounds like it was really working.  I just happen to have some oil and a couple of electric toothbrushes in the car.  Let me run and grab those, I’ll be right back.”

“W-wait!  Come back!” Danny cried out as the chime above the door sounded again.

While they waited for Hank to return, Dale’s hands fondled Danny’s feet.  Danny watched on screen as Dale massaged his soles, rolled his toes between his fingers, and generally touched every centimeter of foot.  Every now and then Dale would hit a spot that caused Danny to giggle, but wrecked as he already was, Danny has no spirit to fight back.

The bell rang again, announcing Hank’s return.

“I’ve got the stuff, mind if I take a crack at our little criminal?”

Dale gave Danny’s sole a spank, causing the boy to squeal, and stepped aside.

Danny heard the lid of something being popped open, followed by the sensation of something cool and wet being drizzled over his feet.  The screen showed baby oil being poured over his feet, followed by hands rubbing and massaging the liquid into his skin.

A new ominous sound, the buzz of an electric toothbrush, filled the silent shop.

“Here we go, let’s see how he likes this.”

The moment the bristles of the toothbrush pressed into the gap between his big and second toe, Danny started to scream.

He didn’t like this.  He didn’t like this at all.

By the time the shop closed and Danny was released from his bonds, he was shaking, soaked in sweat, and could barely get his socks back on his feet.  It has been hours of customers coming and going, torturing his feet, and making him laugh, squeal, and cry.  Frank threatened that if Danny ever stepped foot in the shop again, what he just went through would seem like child’s play.  Danny promised he never would and escaped while he could.