[b][u][center]The Wizard’s House of Pleasure Part 2: So Many Questions For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon[/center][/u][/u] Once he realized that the dragon had left him nothing but a man-thong and a pair of shorts that barely covered his ass and nothing else, the wusky decided that cummy underwear wasn’t so bad after all. And it was still early enough in the morning for him to run across campus to his dorm and get real clothes, instead of the pervy stuff that the Wizard had left for him. His cheeks still burned at the thought of wearing something like that in public. [i]Holy…I can’t believe…[/i] Crisp couldn’t even finish the thought, the wusky still embarrassed beyond belief at the thought of what he’d already done. His cheeks were actually in some small amount of pain from the blush, and he had to rub at them to try and get them to go back to normal as he sat on the edge of his bed. [i]I…I actually…[/i] It wasn’t how he had planned on getting some ‘fun’ in college, he had to admit. He had expected to experiment at some point, yes, but that was only because of the way that sitcoms made colleges look. You were [i]supposed[/i] to experiment there, [i]supposed[/i] to try out everything before you decided what you actually were. That was the college experience…or at least, so he assumed. Now, he wasn’t so sure. He looked down at his hands, blushing as he remembered sitting by the Wizard in that abandoned house, how they had just…enjoyed something together. They hadn’t touched each other, just jerked off to the same porno, but…but there had been something cool about that. Something liberating that he hadn’t felt with just solo masturbation. And the fact that he had that dream afterwards… Crisp blushed, rubbing the back of his head. That had been freaky as hell if he was completely honest, and not so much because of the kinks involved. Truth to tell, he had enjoyed shoe sex dreams before, and while they were rare, they weren’t new. Having someone that he knew on the ends of the aglets, though…that was. And he hadn’t expected it to be the dragon, either. [i]Why did I dream about him?[/i] he wondered, feeling his cock throb as he thought about the things that had happened. Impossible things, things that should only happen in fantasy, never in reality. His shoes coming to life, being made to dance, showing off his boner for an invisible audience… His cock twitched in the clean pair of shorts that he put on, and he groaned as he felt it throbbing, almost as if it was trying to tempt him to pull everything off and go back to having fun. He knew that he couldn’t do that, not with class in the offing, but the temptation was stronger than he liked to admit. And besides…that question continued to linger over him. That dragon meant more to him now than he expected. The Wizard was fully in his head, and he wasn’t exactly dressed, wasn’t exactly clothed…wasn’t exactly modest, either. He blushed as he imagined the black dragon naked again, thinking of how he looked, wondering how he might look in a good pair of sneakers, too. Remembering their time on the couch, he remembered the black dragon’s dick, and thought about how that had looked compared to… [i]Am I…gay?[/i] he wondered. That was the question, he supposed. # Crisp went through most of his day trying not to think about his new friend or the deal that they’d made. Even if he was curious about his own sexuality, now was not the time to be experimenting or trying to sort that sort of thing out. He was supposed to be studying, supposed to be learning. But considering how much he’d seen the night before… The wusky groaned, trying and failing to keep the naked dragon out of his head. If he wasn’t gay, then he was at least bi, it was starting to feel like. He needed something to take his mind off it… Or at the very least, he needed some kind of way to verify it. The wusky walked into the cafeteria, planning on just stuffing his face and keeping his brain off of dragon thoughts, but no sooner had he grabbed his food than a familiar voice whispered in his ear. “Hello there, Crisp.” He froze in line to pay for his food, slowly turning his head to look over his shoulder. It was the Wizard again. The black dragon was dressed mostly normally, though he wasn’t wearing any footwear. He had a pair of jeans on and a Dr. Who t-shirt, and he had his own tray of food that he was pushing along. Apparently, they were both in the mood for pizza. “Did you have a good night of sleep?” the dragon asked, nudging him to keep moving. “Uh, yeah…yeah, I think so,” he said, blushing as he remembered the dream again. “Nothing weird. Just, uh, working out the kinks – uh, the physical – I mean…I’m going to shut up now.” The dragon chuckled, though he could hear that it wasn’t a mean thing. The wusky kept his head down as he paid for his food and tried to run off to a nearby table, trying to leave the dragon behind. However, no sooner had he sat down than the dragon seemed to be right there. It was almost supernatural how he just [i]appeared[/i] like that, almost like he had just popped into existence there. “You know, there’s nothing wrong with being a bit nervous after a first time, you know.” “It wasn’t my first!” Crisp lied, blushing. “Heh…yeah, it was.” The dragon bit into his food, and the wusky just looked down at the table, mentally wishing that the distracting dragon would go somewhere else for lunch. He was already stressed enough about the possibilities of what he might be, and this wasn’t helping. They sat in silence for a good five minutes before the Wizard said something again. “Look, you’re stressed. I get that. You’re jumping into a whole new world. But if you try and run away from it now, you’re just going to go back to that old way of life. Writing on message boards, complaining that nobody is paying any attention, getting off with your hand…do you really want to go back to nothing else?” “I…I don’t know. I didn’t think…” “That you’d enjoy it so much with a guy?” Crisp nodded. “Well, they all say that,” the dragon said, shrugging. “But it’s just one aspect of sexuality. You can like any number of things, really.” “Yeah, but…but I never thought…and maybe I’m not…” “You want to verify it?” The wusky hesitated, then nodded. “Heh, you should have said something.” “I don’t mean –” “Oh, god, I don’t mean with me.” The Wizard shook his head. “Hell no, you couldn’t handle what I have just yet.” The ‘yet’ bothered him, but he was glad that the dragon was being good enough about that. He shifted from side to side on the table bench, hesitantly picking up his pizza. He needed some calories, he felt. As he ate, the dragon continued. “I already have a way for you to figure that out. Trust me on this, you’re going to enjoy it.” “And how am I going to…enjoy it?” “The best way. Orgasmically.” The wusky groaned, rubbing his head at the thought. Before he could protest, though, the dragon stood up, walking around the table and patting him on the shoulder. “Just trust me on this, Crisp. I’ll leave what you need behind the third bush on the right side of the gym. Just make sure that you dress yourself up in that.” “But –” “And this time, I mean it. Wear it. Rule one, remember?” Rule one. Do everything that the dragon says, even if it seems silly. Do not disobey, and do not ignore an order. “…I remember.” “Good. See you later, Crispy.” With his ‘mentor’ finally leaving him alone, Crisp shook his head and looked back at his food. Somehow, it looked less appetizing than ever, and for a piece of cardboard pizza from a school cafeteria, that was saying a lot. He got up, tossed it out, and left the building. If he was going to be put into another erotic situation, he might as well see what the dragon was going to make him do. # The gym was the building furthest south on the campus, near the parking lot since it was the class that most students tried to schedule for the end of the day. Those that used it after-hours were also likely to drive home after they were done, so it seemed to work out well for just about everyone. Crisp walked around the dome-like structure, following the shrubbery along the right side of the door until he came to the third distinct bush. He looked left and right, then hopped the line of greenery to see what was hidden behind it. Just as the Wizard had said, there was a package there, a little brown paper bag that was rolled over and had ‘To Crisp’ written on the side of it. A little creepy how the dragon had managed to make that happen so quickly, but…well, he supposed the Wizard knew his game better than most did. He squatted down to keep out of sight and unrolled the top of the bag. As soon as he looked in, his cheeks burned and he closed it again. “Is he crazy?!” he hissed, looking around before glancing in the bag again. While it wasn’t another thong – thank god – there was a tight pair of underwear in there, settled down over striped socks that would probably reach up to his knees, if not further, and there were a pair of green shoes inside. Sneakers, not quite a full set of converse, but with very, very long laces. [i]What is with him and playing on my fetish?[/i] he thought, blushing as he pulled them out. [i]Holy cow, they’re like new…[/i] No, they were new, he realized as he ran his fingers along the surface. They were brand spanking new, and that meant that the dragon had either spent a great deal of money on getting these, or had kept them around after a recent purchase for some reason or other and was repurposing them now. The little bit of creep factor was ramping up rather quickly, and Crisp wasn’t sure what to think about that. Still… “Well…Rule One.” He moved a bit further around the gym, knowing it would be better to put this stuff on now rather than later. Putting it on in the gym would just encourage more people to look at him, and at least putting them on out here meant he could go in, change, and… Well, do whatever it was that the Wizard was putting together. He had to trust the dragon, despite not knowing him, and he just hoped that he could. Crisp slid his shoes, socks, and pants off, standing at the back of the gym behind the thickest of shrubbery almost naked from the waist down. He looked down at his own underwear, the dull, neutral-colored briefs a bit on the loose side from long-term wear. The wusky took a deep breath, then shucked them off, his cheeks burning as he kept looking around for anyone that might turn the corner and see him like this. There was no one, of course, but it didn’t stop him from imagining the worst-case scenario if he were to actually be caught. His cheeks burned as he pulled the new pair of underwear – tighter, and more green-colored, briefs – up to his hips, feeling them cupping his balls and cock in a way that his own underwear did not. The new ones obviously hadn’t been stretched out by as many boners yet, he realized. Cheeks burning hotter than ever at that particular thought, he grabbed the socks and pulled them on, too, feeling them sliding over his paws and then up his legs. They were nearly as tight, forming flush to his skin and holding to it as they went up his legs. They were black and white in color, and they seemed to be almost…femmy, in a way. Like they were making his legs look more like he was wearing tights or stockings rather than socks. They fit well, though, and clung to him nicely. Not tight enough to make him feel overheated, but tight enough to show them off in a different way than he was used to. Crisp looked down at the shoes, and blushed as he realized that they were perfectly sized to him. He could tell just by looking. The dragon hadn’t just gone out and got him a new pair of shoes, he’d gotten Crisp the best pair for him that he could, ones that looked like they had been measured exactly for his paws. [i]Good lord, what the hell does he want from me with all this?[/i] the wusky thought, sitting down after pulling his jeans back on. He could feel the shoes waiting for him, the soft, unworn smell that he was used to smelling in a shoe-store coming up to meet his nose as he held the sneakers. With a deep breath, he slowly slid his toes into the opening of one of them, focusing on the feeling of them sliding along his paw and almost consuming it. The tightness of the opening stretched as he forced his toes further and further in, feeling like he was gradually making it bend to his paw. His heel popped in with a suddenness that surprised him, and his toes came to a sharp stop against the toe of the shoe. He grunted under his breath as he realized that he had just slid it on like a glove, surprised that it fit that well even though he knew that it was supposed to. Crisp blushed as he grabbed the laces, trying not to think of the dream and the dragon aglets that had tormented and teased him through the night. He didn’t need to be thinking of that and popping a boner just before going into the gym. He groaned as he pulled the laces over and under themselves, gradually tying a bow over his shoes and pulling them tight. The raspy sound of the laces against themselves was just as pleasant as ever, the new laces sounding a bit louder than they normally would. The wusky got back to his feet, taking a few deep breaths and trying not to think about what he was about to do. He was going to go in the gym and – No, he was trying not to think about that right then and there, and naming what he was about to do was the same as thinking about it. He needed to just [i]do[/i] it. The wusky walked around the shrubbery, feeling the slight spring in his step that always came with new sneakers, and made his way to the front door. He attracted a few eyes on him with the emerald-green of his shoes, but they didn’t follow him for long. He walked up to the front desk, leaning forward to get the attention of the ferret running the place. “Hey, just checking in for a session,” Crisp said, showing his student ID. The ferret scanned it, then handed him a locker key without a word. That was how it always went, of course, but Crisp couldn’t help but worry that something was wrong. He was a bit stiff as he walked towards the lockers, both in his head and body and down…down there. He blushed as he poked his head inside, seeing the many different guys that were just coming down from their workouts. He saw that most of them were in various states of undress, most wearing either towels or jockstraps. Keeping the blush off his face, he hurried down the far end of the locker room, hoping that there was some instruction somewhere near his locker. It was both better and worse. The Wizard was waiting for him at the far end. “What are you doing here?!” Crisp hissed. “Oh, just making sure to stay in shape,” the dragon said, stretching his arms over his head as he sat with nothing more than a towel to cover him. “Now, you want to know what you do next?” “…Maybe.” “I want you to go over to locker A51.” That was back at the front of the locker room, near the door. His cheeks burned, looking over his shoulders. There were so many people between him and that locker, and he didn’t think he could get there without someone noticing him. Before he could tell the dragon that, the Wizard had already stood up. There was a glimpse of his dick beneath the towel before it flopped beneath the cotton again, and Crisp groaned under his breath. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Heh, you wanted to test your sexuality.” “What is this going to do, huh?” “I’m going to set you up with someone that you can test yourself out with.” “What’s that supposed to – how are you going to do that?” “Just watch.” The black dragon smiled, mouthing a three second count-down, then snapped his fingers. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING! The sound of the fire alarm going off caught everyone’s attention, and the whole of the locker room started emptying in a hurry. The wusky stared at the dragon, his eyes going wide. [i]Either he timed that perfectly, or…[/i] The Wizard winked at him, muttering the locker number one more time before jogging out with the rest of the athletes that were half-dressed, at best. Soon, Crisp was left alone in the locker room, and the fire alarm continued blaring for a few more seconds before it was cut off. [i]What the hell…what is this…[/i] Despite his distrust of the dragon, the wusky was already moving, already making his way to the locker. He was blushing up a storm, but he knew better than to ignore Rule One. The dragon had already pulled him out of his shell a little bit, and he didn’t want to just jump right back into it. If he didn’t do something with his luck now, he was never going to get better. There was still a key in the locker, and Crisp turned it, opening it up. Inside were the normal clothes of the person who had stuffed it in there, and the wusky groaned as he saw the footwear that was left inside. They were a beautiful pair of black and gold converse trainers, high topped and rather shiny to look at. He pulled them out by the laces, looking them over, admiring the way that they were shimmering under the light of the locker room. Holding them up by the undersides, he could feel the laces dragging over the bulge in his jeans, and he groaned under his breath as he tried not to think too hard about how they would feel rubbing against him directly. He was just on the verse of pressing the undersides down against his crotch when he heard a chuckle. Whipping his head around, the wusky came face to face with a leopard. The feline had his arms crossed under his chest, looking down at the canine with a small smirk on his face. Crisp blushed worse than usual, trying to put the sneakers down on a nearby bench. “Sorry, I just…I saw them and…” “You really like those sneakers, huh? You thought that maybe you’d get off on them?” the leopard said, obviously having no problems being blunt. [i]Damnit, I thought you…I thought you were going to clear…[/i] It was humiliating enough having the dragon know about his thing for shoes. It was a hundred times worse to have someone else figure it out. Crisp looked down at the floor, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to think of something to say that might get him out of this. Despite his best efforts, nothing was coming to mind. Then the leopard walked over, standing with his wet toes against the front of the wusky’s sneakers. “Well, you got a good pair, too.” He blinked, slowly looking up. The leopard’s smirk was still there, but his hand was moving down to his crotch, cupping a bulge that was slowly pushing his towel up. “What do you say that we…get a closer look, huh?” The wusky couldn’t believe what was happening. He vaguely remembered that the Wizard had promised that he would get set up with someone that could help him confirm his sexuality, but this…this was something completely different. He let himself be led to one of the benches, sitting down without a word and letting his hand be pulled to the cat’s bulge in the towel. It was hot, even through the layer of cotton, and his cheeks burned as he realized that he was touching another guy’s…parts… He shivered as he felt the leopard rest a hand on his own bulge. It was just as hard, he realized, and pointed down due to the new briefs. “Let’s get these pants off, huh?” “Just…just not the underwear?” Crisp whispered. “Not…not all of it off. Please?” “Heh. Kink, or…just nervous?” “…Dunno.” “Alright.” Soon, they were both stripped down a bit further, their shoes on the floor in front of them. The leopard’s dick was already out, throbbing at slightly over six inches long, while his own boner was pushing the front of his underwear forward in determined fashion, obviously trying to stretch it out. “Heh, kinda wish you’d let me take that out, man. You got a good one.” “Uh, thanks,” Crisp said, blushing. “Um, how do…how do we want…” “Let’s start with…this.” The leopard pulled his hand over, and soon, Crisp got his first real feel of another guy below the belt. His cheeks burned hotter than ever as he felt the throbbing that went through the other guy’s dick, feeling the boner pulsing and twitching beneath his fingers. He started moving his hand the same way that he would have done for himself, and he soon felt a bit of pre-cum bubbling out onto his fingers. “Name’s Greg, by the way,” the leopard said. “Crisp,” the wusky answered. Greg was pretty good with his fingers, too, dragging them up and down the wusky’s boner and teasing it harder and harder. It wasn’t a firm grip, since that would have been hard to get through his underwear, but it was better than what he expected. Feather-light rubs translated to something much better through underwear, and he groaned as he started grinding his hips upwards, thrusting against the other guy’s fingers. It didn’t take long before Greg was doing the same to him, the pair of them already getting a little close. Crisp had thought that he’d be taking much longer with this, but the touch of someone else…even if it was a bit clumsy, it was so different from his own hand, and it felt so good to have something different. [i]Oh fuck, I’m going to cum…I’m gonna cum right in my underwear…[/i] He was right on the verge when the leopard pulled his hand back, smiling down at him. “Hey, got an idea. What do you say to switching sneakers for a bit?” “Wha –” “Just try. I think you’ll fit.” Groaning, the lust-addled wusky did just that, pulling off the emerald sneakers and hearing the soft ‘pop’ sound that came when you didn’t loosen the laces properly. He’d just made the opening a bit more stretched, but he barely cared. He was more focused on the fun that he was going to get in a minute. The high-tops converse were just perfect for him. The golden rim around the top of the shoes looked almost like anklets in a way, and he kinda liked the thought of that. He pulled one of them towards his toes, properly stretching the laces out first, and pushed. They weren’t the same perfect fit as the green shoes, but they sure weren’t bad. They slid on easily, and he was able to pull them tight to his feet just like before. He had to tie the laces all the way around the back of the shoe and bring them forward, though, if he wanted them to stay on. Suddenly, as they were just getting back to stroking each other, his feet…kicked. Or rather, his shoes did. Crisp gasped as the heels left the ground and then came back with a solid thunk. He stared down at the footwear, hardly believing what he’d just seen and heard, but they did it again. And again. [i]I’m…I’m not doing that…[/i] It was like something was yanking his feet up by the shoes and then thunking them back down on the ground. Each time his heels clicked against the tiles, his dick twitched in his underwear, starting to pulse and ooze pre onto the fabric and down on his balls. “Mmmm, you like that too, huh?” the leopard asked. “Heh, let’s dance then.” Greg popped his feet off the ground, clicking his heels together before they came back down to the tiles. Then Crisp’s shoes did the same, jumping and clicking their heels together before coming back down with a solid thunk. It didn’t take long for the pair of them to work out a good rhythm for the sitting dance, their shoes clicking and dancing as they stroked themselves. The sound, the impact, the little bounce had Crisp’s cock hard as a rock in his new briefs, pushing upwards ever so slowly until – Sproing. It finally pushed the front of his underwear forward in a proper tent, his eyes rolling back as Greg’s fingers danced along it, stroking it, teasing it harder and harder. His teeth gritted hard as he thought about how close he was to cumming, how it felt when their heels clicked against one another by accident. [i]God…holy…holy cow…[/i] “Gonna cum there, sneaker-man?” Greg asked. “Uh…uh-huh…” “You want to cum in those undies of yours?” The wusky blushed, but nodded. “Then get ready…” Crisp squeezed the leopard’s dick hard as he could, trying to keep up with the other man. He wanted to get the feline over the edge at the same time that he did, his striped socks dancing as much as his shoes were as his legs bounced and his shoes danced. The laces were flopping about, flicking everywhere, and the leopard’s fingers continued their soft strokes with a rapid increase in speed. They both stroked the other as fast as they could, and Crisp… Well, the wusky still didn’t have much staying power. He came first. Gasping, he threw his head back as he came, his boner dancing inside of his briefs as he squirted against the fabric. He bit off his moan, stomping his feet a few times as the shoes kept dancing. It was like he was just…losing control. Completely losing control. “Hehehe, wow, you needed that, man.” The wusky panted, nodding as he just tried to keep stroking. He could feel the other man twitching, too, and he wondered if Greg was cumming or if he was just throbbing still, enjoying the pleasure of getting jerked off. After a few minutes, he calmed down, settling into his afterglow, and he finally pulled his hand back from the leopard’s crotch. There was a single line of cum along his fingers, and when he looked at the floor, he could see a few lines of it down there, too. He blushed, looking at the feline, but Greg was already offering him a towel. “Here, sneaker-man. I’m not one of those guys that makes you lick it up.” “Thanks…” “First time?” Crisp nodded. “Well, you’re pretty good with your hands. Maybe we can enjoy that again sometime. But uh…Can I have my shoes back?” “Oh, uh, sure.” They quickly exchanged them back, and Crisp hurried to his locker, his cheeks only burning brighter as he heard the door opening and people filing back in. He was still in the process of changing his clothes – somehow finding clean ones in the locker he’d been assigned – when the Wizard showed up at his side. “So, how did it go?” the dragon asked, sitting down by him. “Are you just a real wizard or something?” The dragon chuckled. “Let’s go with ‘or something.’ So?” “…” Crisp blushed, rubbing the back of his head as he took off the green sneakers, pulling out the work-out shoes from his locker. They were a bit older, but he had made sure to deodorize them regularly so that there was no smell. He shucked off his underwear, pulled on a new pair, and put the dirty stuff away. The striped socks… He wanted to take them off, but at the same time, they weren’t uncomfortable…and he could…wear them. “So?” the dragon prompted him again. “I…liked it. More than I thought I would.” “Heh. So, bi?” “…I don’t know yet.” “Well, we can arrange a girl, too.” “No, no, not…not yet.” Or ever. He didn’t know if he could take that. The dragon was already scaring him enough by making this happen. If more impossible stuff happened too soon, he wasn’t sure if he could take it. And the fact that his feet had just started dancing on their own during that last session…something was wrong there, and he didn’t know what it was. “Well, come by the house again later,” the dragon said, getting to his feet. “We’ll talk about your options for the next bit of fun.” “Yeah, yeah…” Waiting until the dragon was gone, the wusky shook his head. The next bit of fun…he really wasn’t sure that he liked the sound of that. But what was he supposed to do? The rules bound him… And he was…having fun… “Hey, nice socks, dork!” And just like that, he was blushing again, reminded of just how silly the striped socks really looked. But he couldn’t bring himself to take them off as he went left the locker room and went to the gym…. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]