[b][u][center]The Wizard’s House of Pleasure Part 1: Off to See the Wizard For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The wusky groaned as he stepped through the door to his apartment. The dull light was barely enough to take it from dark to dim, and he groaned as he shuffled through the hallways, bowed down under the weight of his backpack and the books in his arms that didn’t fit. “Nnngh…” Crisp groaned as he shuffled down the hallway, his sneakers grinding the carpet down even further than it already was, but the wusky didn’t care. It had been a long, slow, exhausting day, and all he really wanted to do was get to his room, sit down at his computer, and…well, complain. He didn’t even want to do anything productive at this point. He just wanted to complain, to rant, to just let out all the reasons why life just sucked right then and there. He wanted people to hear all his problems, and then tell him that it was going to be okay. It really wasn’t like how adult life was supposed to be, based on all the TV shows, but it was what he had to deal with. Crisp threw his backpack on his bed and dropped down into his computer chair. A little tap to the mouse brought the screen back to life, and a couple of clicks brought him back to his favorite sympathy messageboard. “Ugh…” Even looking at it reminded him of why he was in a bad mood. His life was…well, if he was completely honest, his life wasn’t that bad. He was studying at a good school, he had his bills paid, he had an apartment rather than a dorm, and none of the classes were that hard. Time consuming, but not particularly difficult. The problem came almost entirely from his social life. Even now, getting ready to type and message people on the boards, he’d made sure to sign in as anonymous, half-sure that nobody would really answer if they could see who was on the other side of the screen. He had gotten sympathy before, but this… Crisp blushed as he started writing, knowing that it was going to go up any second, and then he would have people offering him either sympathy or solutions, same as always. It was just…embarrassing to put his soul out there like this. [i]Getting really sick of all this solo time. I just want to have some friends. A girlfriend...maybe even a...boyfriend..., but definitely something other than my hand after this long alone. Seriously, I thought that college was supposed to be a place where you could experiment? I thought that you were supposed to be able to find parties and friends and…[/i] [i]I don’t know. I thought that it would be easier. I want to have fun. I think I’m a decent guy. Why is it so hard to figure this out?[/i] The wusky hesitated with his finger over the mouse button, the cursor in turn hovering over the click button. “Just…do it.” He clicked, and then looked away from the screen, already embarrassed. The fact that he didn’t even have someone on campus – or even elsewhere – to call about this sort of stuff only made it worse. [i]Not my fault I’m shy,[/i] the wusky thought, shaking his head. [i]There should be better ways for people to meet up.[/i] Knowing that it would take sometime for the messageboard to get a good collection of responses to make him feel better, Crisp kicked off the wall, sending the chair back towards the bed. He pulled at his backpack, his fingers limply struggling for the zipper before he finally pulled it open. Might as well get started on homework, even though he knew that it was going to be as mindnumbing as ever. Geology was one of those majors that had very few real qualifications to them, but the studying involved was worse than a mathematics major. Still, it was better than some, and at least the rocks were pretty. Crisp lost himself in his reading for a good half hour, and he stopped more because he was tired than because he wanted to go back to the computer just yet. Even though he knew that there would be some responses that would make him feel better, he knew that there’d be just as many that would be telling him to get a life, or push him to do something better with his existence than he already was. And then there would be those that were offering ‘suggestions,’ which could range anywhere from a horny guy looking for RP for the night to someone that was trying to nudge him into a more prudish lifestyle. He didn’t want either of those. He wanted an immediate solution that would make his life better, that would give him a chance at having a love life, or at the very least, would give him a chance to get laid. God, he needed to get laid, even though he had no idea of how to do it. The wusky slowly inched his chair back to the desk, passing by one of his mirrors in the process. He looked at himself, shaking his head. It wasn’t like he was completely unattractive. A little nerdy looking, maybe, particularly with pens in his shirt pocket and a case with reading glasses. He didn’t need them yet, but he liked to be prepared. His white shirt and black jacket wasn’t the best look, maybe, but he was doing alright. A bit thin, a bit narrow-shouldered compared to some guys, yeah, but he had a nice shaped muzzle, cute ears. Jeans and sneakers completed the look, which was probably half his problem. He could do with an update in fashion, but there was something about the comfort of his sneakers that meant he would never really be able to give them up. He’d tried. It didn’t work out so well. The wusky shook his head, turning back to the computer. There were about twenty replies in the last half hour, which was better than usual. [i]Please. Just a third. Just a third be helpful.[/i] Click. The collection of responses splayed out before him, each and every one of them more useless than the last. The sympathy well was drying up, and most of them were saying that they were sorry to hear that he was having bad luck, [i]BUT[/i] and then their suggestion of how to fix it or fuck off. Crisp slumped further and further forward until he was resting his chin on the edge of his desk, glaring at his monitor and half-daring it to explode out of sheer annoyance. He had hoped that there’d be someone that understood the situation that he was in, that it was difficult to break out of his shell, hard for a virgin to find someone that would give them the slightest bit of action. Yet, nothing. As usual. He sighed, about to log out of the site when he noticed one little message down at the very bottom of the page. It was from someone that was also signed in as anonymous, and he cocked his head as he saw the title of the response. [i]Wizard.[/i] “What the…” Click. Crisp leaned in, reading through what the guy had posted. [i]Hey, just guessing from your IP, but you’re going to Minnesota State, yeah? If he’s still there, why don’t you go see the Wizard? I was attending a couple years back, and he was staying in that abandoned frat house on the west side. Guy knows what he’s doing; he can get you set up with whatever you need. Just make sure to take a little ‘tribute’, heh.[/i] “Tribute? Wizard?” The wusky had heard of someone with that nickname, admittedly, but he had always assumed that the guy was some sort of outcast from the rest of the campus, someone that lived on his own for…reasons. Maybe even some homeless squatter that everyone else told stories about. This, though, made him sound like a matchmaker at best, and a pimp at worst. [i]…Am I really desperate enough to go for a prostitute?[/i] Much as he hated to admit it, the answer was probably yes. Crisp sighed, closing the computer down and making his way to bed. Just because he was desperate enough to try it didn’t mean that he wanted to do it tonight. Tomorrow would be soon enough, and his hand could work for one more night. # The next day, he didn’t leave campus via the same routes that he normally did. Hell, he didn’t even leave campus. Rather than taking the quiet path that led down and away from the big building in the middle of the school where he had his final class, he took one of the side paths that took him off towards the west side of the grounds. There were a number of old frat houses there from back when the school was bigger and getting more donations. Five of them were completely unoccupied, and two at the very edges still had some people, though less than the bigger houses on the east side. It was the central one, though, the one with a light on in one of the upstairs windows, that was supposed to be his destination. The wusky had asked around the campus about this ‘Wizard,’ and he had heard a number of different things back. That the Wizard was some student that was studying here on a government-mandated program, and couldn’t talk to anyone about what he was studying without breaking some deep-state secrecy clause. That the Wizard was a student that had been banned from every class for the most lewd of behaviors. That the Wizard was some sort of modern cryptid, appearing and disappearing as he chose, only sticking around for those most desperate for his services and those that could pay for it. The last one, he could almost believe. Not so much the cryptid part – he kinda thought that was stupid, funny as some of them were – but for the fact that the guy was an in and out sort of character. Someone that lived in an abandoned frat house would almost have to be a bit strange, probably going different places for different jobs, and then coming back when he knew that there was something available here. He half-wondered if the Wizard had been the one to post the message last night, going so far as to advertise himself for this kind of thing. It wouldn’t have been the strangest thing in the world, that was for sure. Crisp stood on the opposite side of the street, his backpack still hung over his shoulder. He looked at the house, then sighed. “Well…if I’m gonna do it, I might as well do it.” Crisp walked across the street, shuffling his feet as he went. He tried not to think about what anyone watching might think, or what he might find waiting for him there. If this was some sort of on-campus brothel, then… Well, if it was, it was. He would figure out how he would spin the story later. The wusky walked up the steps of the frat house, hesitated on the porch, then knocked on the door. He only had to knock once before the door opened. At first, he thought that it had opened up on a dark, empty hallway. There were no lights to be seen, nothing but the emptiness of shadows and long, dim spaces that hadn’t seen light for far too long. Then, he saw the eyes. White eyes, empty of pupil or iris, and set into a face of black scales. The snout turned up in a small grin, and the door opened the rest of the way, revealing a black dragon in jeans and a dark t-shirt. “Heh. I wondered if someone was coming today. You would be…” There almost seemed to be a flicker in the dragon’s eyes, like some sudden flash of light had been reflected from them. “Crisp, yes?” the dragon said. “How…how did you know my name?” “I’m the Wizard. I know everything.” “…Uh, I heard that you…” “That I could fix your problems?” Crisp nodded. “I can. But you’ll need to come in, first. Do you mind?” “Uh, sure.” “Oh, and before you do.” The dragon pointed to a set of hooks on the wall just inside. “Hang the bag up here. No studying the school topics tonight. We’re here to talk about you.” “Yeah, yeah, sure.” The wusky hung his backpack up, glad enough to get the weight off his shoulders and not quite willing to push his luck by asking questions. He hesitated as the door shut behind him, watching the silhouette of the dragon walk down the halls. There were no other sounds, almost feeling like it was just him and this strange dragon in the house. Not a brothel then, he imagined, though he was almost a little disappointed by that. He had been hoping for a bit of action soon, like…tonight. The fact that it was suddenly sliding out of his reach left him a little disappointed, but he tried to force himself to be happy. After all, he was here to solve a problem, and he was doing something different. At the very least, he would figure out if this worked or not. “Are you coming, or not?” “Sorry! Coming!” Crisp hurried down the dark hallway, following the Wizard through the last doorway at the end of the hall. It seemed to be the equivalent of a living room or rec room, with a foosball table at one end, a series of different sound systems in the wall, and a TV across the room from the door. The black dragon was already seated on the couch, his bare feet up on a coffee table, and those white eyes had turned back to him already. “Come in. Sit down. Get comfortable.” It was more like a series of orders than invitations, and yet Crisp was rather happy for the guidance. At least he knew what he was supposed to be doing. The wusky hurried over, sitting down on the couch and extending his legs as far as he dared. He let the heels of his sneakers rest on the table, shuffling to try and get comfortable on the leather couch. “Pity that you’re so attached to those shoes. They’re a bit goofy, aren’t they?” the dragon asked. “Well, they’re…they’re comfortable. And they’re not that bad.” “Crisp, they’re about as childish a pair of shoes as you can find. They’re barely less than clown shoes. They’re big, they hug your feet like some sort of obsessive pair of twins, and they have the longest, trippiest laces that I’ve ever seen. They’re goofy.” The wusky blushed worse at the commentary, rubbing the back of his head and crossing his hands over his crotch. It wasn’t just the fact that it was embarrassing to be teased about them, but… [i]Mmmph…[/i] “Heh.” The dragon turned from him, looking at the TV. “I thought that would work for you, boner boi.” “…Wha? What are you…you mean…” “Oh, Crisp. Heh. I’m the Wizard. I know more than you know.” “How could you know about…about that?” “You mean about that boner that you’re trying to hide, or that fetish you have for shoes and humiliation?” The wusky blushed worse, his cheeks feeling like they were going to set his fur aflame. He had never, ever, [i]ever[/i] talked to anyone about the way that sneakers made him feel, or the way that a bit of boner humiliation frequently crossed over his imagination during his private time with his hand. [i]How did he know? How the hell did he know about that?[/i] Yet, despite the strange moment, despite having his privacy basically violated, he felt…rather excited. There was something to the mystery that drew him in, that made him want to see what else this dragon could do. If he could find out what the wusky wanted without even making contact before tonight, maybe he really could do something to help him get laid. The dragon pointed his hand at the TV. The remote must have been particularly small, because Crisp didn’t see it, but the big screen suddenly jolted to life. The screen lit up with an insanely bright light, then collapsed down into a still-shot of a porno. And it was definitely a porno, considering that there was a guy in briefs, hard as a rock, and throbbing like hell with a wet spot in the front. Crisp blushed, starting to look away, but all he managed to do was end up looking right at the Wizard. “Here’s the rules, wusky. If you want my help, you need to follow each and every one of them. If you do, then I promise you, the next few weeks are gonna be some of the best of your life. If you don’t…well, you’ll never be getting into this frat house again, and you’ll never see me. You understand?” “Um…do I get to hear the rules before agreeing to that?” “Heh, good question. Better than most people ask.” “Is that a yes?” “That’s a yes.” Breathing a sigh of relief, the wusky nodded, waiting. The dragon seemed to be getting more comfortable, shuffling around himself, pulling his tail out from behind his back and resting it against his lap. “Rule one. When I tell you that you need to do something, you do it. I know how sex works, and I know how people react to different triggers and promptings. If I tell you to do it, do it. I’ll sort out all the mess afterwards. Just trust me to know best, to keep you safe, and do what I tell you. Understand?” “…What are you going to –” “Ah.” The dragon silenced him with a finger over his lips. “That’s not what I said. You hear the rules, and you either agree to them, or leave. One or the other. “Rule two. I’m going to be making you do some rather humiliating things over the course of your time with me. That will mean public exposure, public humiliation, and even working with me to help me get off. Every day, you will have a new limit pushed, a new thing that you never thought you’d do to do. That means that every day, you will find out whether you like some new kink or other, and if you don’t think you can deal with that, you better leave now.” Crisp was wondering what he’d gotten himself in for. He’d just been hoping for some fun, and here it sounded like he might be signing up for something bigger than he was ready for. The thought of showing off… Okay, it didn’t terrify him, but it did leave him more curious than he really wanted to be. His boner was already hard enough, and that made it harder. “Rule three. So long as I’m helping you, you have to come here every day. Every day, after school, you come to this house, and I will be waiting for you. If you skip a day without finding a way to tell me and let me excuse you from it, I will consider you breaking the deal and the rules, and you will be banned from ever seeing me again.” “That’s…harsh. What about homework?” “That’s something I’ll deal with as part of the bargain.” “How –” “That’s not part of the bargain. No questions, little wusky.” The dragon smiled at him, those empty eyes making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. Crisp stared at him, slowly shaking his head in exasperation and a little bit of awe. There was something…something very weird about this, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. But he did know one thing. This dragon carried himself with an insane amount of confidence, and his legend was there. Every student that he’d talked to had heard something about the Wizard. What was true, what wasn’t, he didn’t know, but everyone did know about the guy. That had to lend a bit of credence to what he was able to do. “Do we have a deal?” the dragon asked. “…We do.” “Good. Get those pants unzipped.” “Wha –” “Don’t have to take your dick out, but I want that bulge on display. Let me see what I’m working with…” # The rest of the night was taken up with a personal inspection and watching the porno together. Crisp usually didn’t have much luck with porn videos, considering they were all about either anal, blowjobs, or other vanilla things like that, but this one… He didn’t know where the Wizard had found it, but it was a hell of a video, showing a college student getting teased under the treads of thick sneakers, improvised chastity through shoelaces tied around a cock, sneakers bouncing underneath someone’s balls while tied to the shaft… If it had just had a little verbal humiliation in it, it would have been downright perfect for his tastes. When it ended, the wusky was a bit embarrassed for having blown two loads in his pants throughout the half-hour film. He leaned back on the couch, his head feeling a bit woozy, his body feeling light and floaty in a way that it didn’t usually feel when he had gotten off. The dragon chuckled, licking his lips. “I take it that you enjoyed that.” “Whoa…” “First time getting off in front of someone else?” “Uh-huh.” “Alright. I think you need some time to rest. Let’s get you to one of the bedrooms.” “Got…got my own place.” “Yeah, but you’re tired. The way that you’re feeling, you’d probably slip and fall and end up sleeping in an alley, at best. Let’s not tempt fate, huh?” The wusky wasn’t entirely keen about leaving his fate in the hands of the Wizard, either, but the dragon wasn’t wrong. He was feeling very out of it, and he wasn’t sure that he would be able to get back to his apartment without losing control. Better to take a night here and be safe about it. He let himself be led by the hand to the nearest of the bedrooms, and he even let himself be stripped for bed. Crisp groaned, lying down under the sheets with nothing but his shoes, socks, and briefs on, and he looked up at the dragon with a strange sense of…well, almost affection. Friendship, certainly. “Thanks,” he said, yawning. “You’re welcome. Sleep well.” The wusky rolled onto his side, feeling his heels click together, and groaned as his cock throbbed softly inside of his underwear. [i]Sleep. Just sleep. You came twice, you don’t need more…[/i] # Crisp swore that he was dreaming. He had to be dreaming; his shoelaces were moving. The wusky stared down at the bottom of the bed, his eyes going wide at the sight of his white shoelaces sticking out from his shoes, rising up like ghosts or snakes. The aglets wiggled back and forth in midair, sending shimmers of movement through the rest of the laces. “What the hell...” The laces grabbed the blankets, throwing them off the bed and into the air. He gasped as he was left completely exposed, his cock still hard in his red briefs. “AH!” He covered his mouth to try and keep the scream from getting louder, jumping out of bed. Crisp grabbed for the shoes, half-hoping that the dream would let him yank them off, but the sneakers fought back. One lace grabbed hold of his wrists, pulling them behind his back, while the other three pushed him upright again. He swore that he could hear laughter in the air, the sound of someone’s deep, booming chuckle echoing through the halls and the walls. The wusky shook his head, trying to kick his feet, trying to knock the untied shoes off of him. It didn’t work. All that he did was hop around, kicking and bouncing. The shoes almost seemed to be laughing at him, too, the toes bouncing up and down, and he almost swore there was a flopping feeling to the underside. [i]No, no, that’s impossible. Nothing is happening. Nothing like that is happening.[/i] Then…the shoes started marching him. They kicked out far, making him take big, long, deep steps, almost throwing him into the splits every time as they marched him towards the door of the frat house bedroom. They walked him along, pulling him with them, making it impossible for him to resist. The other three aglets were rubbing along his butt, rubbing his balls, rubbing his boner as it pushed against the front of his red briefs. The laughter was still there, but it was changing, becoming more like… Like… Like the dragon? He whipped his head down, staring as the hard aglets at the end of his shoelaces started to grow, shifting in form and size until they looked like the Wizard from the waist up. They were grinning at him, their white eyes looking him up and down, two of them ‘floating’ at the ends of their shoelaces right beside his bulge. “Well, now, what do we have here? A wandering boner boi?” “Certainly a wandering boner. Looks like he can’t think straight enough to keep it in his pants.” The wusky blushed, but his boner throbbed all the harder. The little dragons reached out, their hands rubbing along the sides of the barely-restrained boner. “Oh, he loves to be noticed, doesn’t he?” “Yeah, he’s a good little dick. He knows what the world needs to see if they want to be interested in this guy.” “Not as big as ours, though, is it?” “Heh, doesn’t need to be. It’s big enough. Big and bouncing, like the pervert that owns it.” “Nnngh,” Crisp moaned, whimpering and shaking his head. [i]This is a bad dream. This has to be a bad dream. A bad wet dream that’s going to leave me all soaked or something in the morning.[/i] It had to be a dream. Even staying with someone called the Wizard, this couldn’t be really possible, could it? It had to be something that he was imagining, something that was just going through his head as a dream. He yelped as he was made to jump forward, his sneakers coming down, hard. His boner bounced and bobbled against the inside of his underwear, almost jumping out through the y-front at the front. “Oh, look at that. We almost had a boner escape.” “Come on, do it again. Again!” The shoes leaped forward, making him go high in the air. His boner leaped up – THUMP! And then came down again, swinging his boner down again, making it point forward rather than straight up, making his underwear stretch all the more from it. The little hands of the dragon aglets pressed through the gaps in the y-front, and Crisp gasped as he felt them touching his shaft. They were teasing the hell out of him, and he was groaning, grunting, shivering, shaking as his shoes kept marching him down the hall in long, sliding, sweeping steps. Every time that his sneakers came down, they did it with a thump, making him feel it all the way up his legs, right up to his balls. He was halfway through the house when he realized that he was being taken back to the living room. His boner flopped and bounced, swung and swayed with every step, until he was right back in front of the couch. The TV was on, and the porno was playing again, this time even better, with the dragons on the aglets providing the commentary. Two sets of little, tiny hands on his cock, one rubbing his butt, and the other laughing from where it restrained his hands. “Hehehe, and here we go. The boner-lympics. Lets see how long he can last, huh? How long until boner boi here spews his load into his pants.” “I bet you that he doesn’t last five minutes.” “Oh, I was gonna say three.” “Heh, pervert with a hair trigger. Can’t hold back, can’t keep himself dry.” “Man, it’s soaking wet in his briefs. He needs to get laid even worse than we thought.” “Heh, you gonna cum to this, boner boi? You gonna cum watching this perverted, silly porno while your big stupid shoes bounce and stomp on the floor?” He didn’t know, but he hoped not. He couldn’t even speak, so horned up and so excited that he was gasping for breath, his eyes rolling back as the aglets kept teasing, and teasing, and teasing… # Crisp woke up back in bed, groaning. He’d just had a hell of a wet dream, and the front of his underwear felt like they had just soaked through. His balls felt drained, his dick felt a little bit sore from the morning wood, and he didn’t even want to think about how many times the dream had pushed him over the edge. The one nice thing was the pair of underwear and clean pants that had been laid out beside him. He reached over, fumbling for the note on top, and unfolded it to read what it said. [i]Crisp,[/i] [i]Saw that you were having a pretty bad night of sleep. Hope that it wasn’t too terrible…or that you wake up too wet, heh. Anyway, thought you could use a clean set of clothes when you head out for the day, so I checked around. There were some shorts and underwear that I thought you could use until you could get back to your place. Take care.[/i] [i]The Wizard.[/i] “Well…that’s nice of him. Heh.” Crisp groaned as he rolled out of bed, trying not to wince at the strange feeling of soreness that went through his whole body. It seemed unlikely that this would have happened with just a wet dream, but… [i]Nah, that was an impossible dream,[/i] he thought as he pulled off his underwear. [i]That could never happen in real life. Never in a million –[/i] “What…” Crisp stared at the clothes as they finally came unfolded. “What the…Who the hell would wear [i]these?![/i]” he shouted, his cheeks burning hotter than ever. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]