Nick In The Dungeon Ch 01

Chapter 1: "In Chains"

Nick opened his eyes. The ceiling of an unnaturally bright room slowly came into view. His legs dangled in the air in front of him, suspended by what looked to be chains. How odd. He furrowed his brow; had Judy been experimenting with bondage while he was sleeping? It was a thought that made his dick twitch in excitement, but he didn't have the stomach to think about that right now. Where was he?

He looked around and his heart dropped. Something was terribly wrong.

He was staring at a stone wall, the kind of thing you might see in a medieval dungeon. Something out of

The Cow of Moonte Cristo

, perhaps. The room was lit by bright fluorescents on the ceiling, which bathed the contents of the room -- the cell, that would probably be more accurate -- in a cold blue light. The light felt impersonal, almost cruel. It made him wonder who else had stared up at those lights, just as helpless as he was. What poor souls had been in this cell? What had these walls seen? Indescribable torture, abuse, perhaps even deaths?

It was during his attempt to ball up his paws into fists that he realized they were chained as well, to the bed's headboard. He winced as the tight handcuffs around his wrists -- how had he not noticed them before? -- dug into him, and he quickly opened his paws back up again. He tugged on the chain a few times, but it was looped firmly around the metal bar at the head of the bed.

Fuck.

A draft came into the cell, causing another involuntary twitch in his half-erect cock. It reminded him of the most likely reason he was here, the thing he'd been trying to avoid thinking about this whole time. Why else would his legs be suspended like this, casually exposing his asshole and genitals? Why else would he be nude, his clothes folded neatly in a pile in the corner of the cell? At least that last detail meant they probably wouldn't be doing away with him afterwards, but that was little consolation when they might subject him to tortures worse than he could imagine before finally allowing him to leave. Anxiety washed over him, and Nick Wilde was forced to admit something to himself. The usually cool-headed fox was now shaking in fear. He was fucking

terrified

, and for once, he wasn't afraid to acknowledge it.

Right now, the question on his mind more than escape -- as his escape prospects looked pretty fucking bleak at the moment -- was who his captors were. What was the last thing he remembered? Perhaps knowing where and when they had grabbed him would do him some good.

As he strained his mind to recall, he became aware of a deep voice behind him.

"The

nerve

of that fuckin idiot, though, y'know? What did he think we were gonna do, just sit there and take it?"

The voice echoed through the corridor behind Nick, growing louder with each footstep. It brought a snippet of a memory back to him. The gravel of a parking lot crunching under his feet. A figure stepping out of the shade. A hand gripping his shoulder, another on his wrist. This same low, deep voice muttering:

C'mon, don't fight, it'll only make things worse for you

. A muscular arm forcing him into a sleeper hold, no ground beneath his feet. The bright afternoon sun fading to blackness within thirty seconds. Whoever was out there, he didn't think they were was any rescue mission.

"Well, never mind that now," came another voice, this one refined and clear, much closer now. "It's time to show this bitch who

really

runs this city." The jingling of a set of keys sounded, and Nick's ears perked up. They were no more than ten feet away.

The door creaked open, and into the cell stepped two figures. The first was the chiseled hunk of a lizard who had captured him in that parking lot, and the other...

"

You

," Nick growled. The slippery-fingered thief who stood before Nick in his black leather jacket had plagued Zootopia for years, had come face-to-face with Nick on numerous occasions. It was a wonder he hadn't recognized the voice before. Every instance had ended in him slipping out of Nick's grasp, through combinations of a wondrously flexible physique and a helpful team of allies. One of those allies was the muscular lizard who stood before Nick, his bulge just barely contained by his gray cargo pants. Finally getting his first good look at him, Nick recognized him as Martin Scalesburg, who worked security on several of the gang's robberies. He also had the dubious task of intimidating any witnesses into silence, which Nick suspected he could do simply by standing in front of them like this, that stern and implacable look on his face.

Robin Hood smiled, his shiny dark red fur almost glowing under the fluorescents. He shook his head in amazement. "Warms my heart to see you like this," he said. "I've been planning this for months. Ever since you got Tamsin."

Indeed, Nick had been the one to personally arrest Tamsin Blackwater, an evasive little cheetah and a longtime ally of Robin Hood's, several months back. They had expected it to be the start of something big, but instead, every fucking trail had gone cold. They hadn't nabbed a single member of the gang since then.

"Locked up," said Robin, gripping one of the chains that held Nick's legs. Nick winced, and Robin chuckled at the expression. "Locked up just like her. And you know what we're going to do to you, Wilde? You fucking ZPD scum?"

Nick did not deign to reply. Robin stepped forward, savoring the moment and eventually stopping at the head of the bed. His throbbing bulge was no more than six inches away from Nick's face.

"We're going to show you exactly why nabbing Tamsin was such a bad idea."

Scalesburg stepped back to stand in the far corner, staring them down with a hungry expression in his gold eyes, his arms still crossed and bulge still showing. Robin removed his jacket and displayed a muscular chest that was troublingly attractive. His belt buckle jingled and his pants dropped, letting a long and fully erect cock slip out. Nick looked away as Robin grabbed his signature olive green three-cornered hat from a nearby table, kicking it out of the way and putting the hat on. His fate was growing all too clear to him, and he only hoped he could escape with some shred of dignity. But as he felt the warm touch of the bigger fox's knotted cock on his cheek, he knew it was too late. He could only close his eyes in shame and wait for the torture to begin.