Locked In The Stocks - Bare Hands All Over His Trapped Soles

He agreed to the dare, and now the heavy timber boards are locked shut. In a dim wood-panelled locker room a young muscular volunteer lies face-up in an antique stocks bench - one thick board clamped over both bare ankles, a second over his wrists above his head. The hinges, the padlocks and the grain of the wood are all right there in frame, and so are his bare soles, propped up and completely out of his reach.

Two grinning friends kneel at the foot of the bench and go to work with bare hands only. Ten fingertips wiggle, flutter and scrabble over his arches, his heels and under every toe, splayed wide and skittering so fast they blur, pressed in hard enough to dent the skin and never once lifting away. He bucks, twists and hauls at the boards, laughing open-mouthed the whole way through, and there is nothing at all he can do about it.

Every scene is a different camera angle, a different build and a different pair of hands - low from the feet, straight-on profile, close in on the soles, wide on the whole bench. Hand-drawn 2D cel-shaded bara anime: thick black outlines, flat shading, big expressions. All characters are fictional adult men in their twenties, drawn and animated, not filmed - no real person appears. Everyone here is a willing volunteer who agreed to the dare, and it stays playful from the first frame to the last.