[b][u][center]The Wizard’s House of Pleasure Part 3: Teased and Attired For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Crisp was getting in deep, perhaps a little bit too deep. The wusky groaned as he woke up the next morning, his cheeks burning as he thought back to his experience in the locker room. The fact that he’d not just gotten another guy off, but had gotten off with him at the same time was more than he had ever thought he’d do. Even in college. [i]Mmmph…[/i] And it had given him morning wood, besides, considering that he’d been thinking about it, dreaming about it all night. He stared down at the bulge in his blankets, knowing that he’d seen his briefs stretched out to an extreme degree if he pulled the blanket aside. His boner was always fierce, and the morning ones were the worst. He tried to roll on his side, wanting to spend a little more time in comfort before he had to get up and face the day. The ‘Wizard’ had told him that they were going to do a bit more today, since it was the weekend, but after what happened in the locker room, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to take it. [i]What if he makes me show off more in public? What if he makes me take it out and just…whip it around?[/i] It was bad enough to have his dick getting rubbed by other people now, particularly other people that might talk about him and tell other people how perverted he was. The thought of the entire school finding out his shoe thing, or thinking that he was the sort of pervert that would go around offering to get other people off, was absolutely humiliating. And…well, the exhibitionism aspect… He glared down at the bulge beneath his blankets, shaking his head. “Judas boner…” Grumbling to himself, he gave up trying to get some more sleep and rolled himself out of bed, sliding onto his feet and looking at the window. The sun was up, already, and he imagined that the Wizard was probably doing whatever it was that he did around the frat house in the morning. [i]Might as well see if he wants to get this over with.[/i] The wusky slid himself into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, hoping that it wasn’t going to get him made fun of on the way over. He looked down at the striped socks that the Wizard had given him, then shook his head. [i]Normal socks this morning.[/i] He slid his feet into the new pair, feeling glad that they were nice and clean, and dragged them up to the middle of his shins. His sneakers followed, his foot popping past the mouth and sliding deep inside. Resting it on the nearly-new pad inside, he wiggled his toes before grabbing the laces, pulling them tight as he hummed a little tune to himself. The soft rustle-hiss of the laces was always a comforting sound, and he made sure that they were too tight to come loose this time. He’d had a nightmare of kicking them right off one day, and he never wanted that to come true. Feeling a bit better now that he was dressed and his morning wood was finally starting to subside, Crisp walked out of his room and down the hall. He opened the door to the outside – “Hello there, Crisp.” “Gah!” The wusky jumped at the sight of the dragon. The black-scaled reptile seemed to have jumped out of thin air, just suddenly…there. It was more than enough to send his heart pulsing through his chest, thud-thud-thudding away as he panted to catch his breath. “God…how do you just…” “You get used to it.” The dragon curled his finger in a gesture of summons, and Crisp blushed as he walked down the steps of the building to the sidewalk. No sooner had he gotten in arm’s reach than the dragon grabbed him by the balls, pulling another yelp from him. “Ah! C-careful with those!” “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.” The wusky’s cheeks burned as he looked left and right, half-convinced that the groping he was getting was being seen by everybody with eyes. Yet, though there were only a few people walking about this early in the morning, nobody seemed to notice the pair of them. For all that they were doing something so naughty, they might as well have been invisible. “What…what do you want, Wizard?” “Oh, just checking to see how your balls are doing. They seem pretty full, considering what you were doing yesterday.” “W-well, I did only…um…cum once…” “Ah, that explains it. You should have had multiple climaxes. No wonder you’re still so pent up.” “Mmmph…” He didn’t know what to think around this dragon. There was something about him that just defied easy classification, like he was intentionally messing with the wusky’s mind. He just wanted to find a way to get laid, but – “So, I saw that you were really enjoying all the shoe stuff yesterday.” “Mmmph, come on. Don’t remind me.” “Oh, but that’s part of my job, you know. To figure out how to get you the best fun I can,” the dragon said with a small smirk. “Besides, you can’t tell me that you don’t love it, boner boi.” His shaft jumped in his shorts, nearly thudding against the zipper through his underwear. Crisp’s cheeks could not have been redder, he swore. And the dragon didn’t seem to be done, either, even though he pulled his hand back and shook his head. “Let me guess. Thinking of dancing shoes again?” “Nnngh. You don’t…you don’t have any proof that I am.” Or at least, that that was what he was thinking about now. The dragon mentioning it brought the thoughts back, the daydreams, the mental images of shoes that were pulling him along through his daily life. Of magical sneakers that pulled tight around his feet and pulled them down the sidewalks, through the hallways of the college, always whispering torments and teases to him wherever they went. The thought was so strong that his boner bumped up again, throbbing and bouncing against the inside of his pants. The dragon looked down, and the wusky blushed. “Okay, so I’m thinking about it a little. Is that so bad?” “Not at all. I just like you to be honest.” The dragon smiled, and the wusky shivered. That grin had the same sort of toothy, teasing look that he was getting way too used to seeing. Before he could ask any questions, the dragon looked down at his sneakers. The wusky looked down as well, half-expecting to see his dreams coming to life. Thankfully not, but the dragon still pointed at them. “You just can’t help but think of them taking charge, can you?” “Mmmph?” “You can’t help but think of them coming to life…of the impossible happening…of you becoming a good little [i]bitch[/i] to your shoes.” Crisp grunted, his back going ramrod straight at the thought, and something else twitching like mad as well. He whimpered, the wusky’s tail dropping between his legs even as his dick throbbed all the harder. “S-stop it…” “Why should I, boner-boi? You look like you like it. I mean, you’re already imagining them taunting you, telling you what sort of pervert you are, how big that boner gets anytime that someone even says the word ‘shoes.’” “I…I don’t…It doesn’t…” “Shoes.” Crisp whimpered, a little yelp barely getting suppressed in his throat as he heard the fateful word. It really did have that much of an effect on him, his fetish that strong. He squirmed, his shoes pressing together, the toes of his sneakers brushing against each other as he whimpered in embarrassment. The dragon stepped closer, his own bare feet nudging the toes of the sneakers. “Just think about it. Those aglets grabbing your hands, pulling them up and behind your head as they marched you down the sidewalk, forcing you to show off. Forcing you to take big, thumping steps that make your boner sway from side to side. There’d be no way that anyone could miss it.” “Nnngh!” “Boner boi, boner boi. That’d be the only thing that they would call you out here. They’d just keep shouting it, making it so you could never forget it.” He groaned under his breath, panting already as his cock throbbed harder and harder in his shorts. He wanted to go back to his room, wanted to pull them off and jerk off again, to feel that fantasy getting stronger in his head…but privately. Not out here. Not with someone else forcing him – “Come on…show off…Take that step…” “W-what?” “Walk like they’re in charge…show yourself off.” The dragon moved behind him, the ‘Wizard giving him a push with his tail. Crisp jumped as he kicked one leg forward, almost like one of the nerves in his leg had misfired, almost kicking his sneaker right off from how far in the air his leg went before he could pull it down. It was one long, hard step, pulling him forward and almost forcing his dick out through his waistband. He shivered as he realized his boner had come that close to coming out of his pants, but before he could say anything, the dragon gave him another poke, another hard jab with his tail. “Yipes!” Crisp’s other leg went shooting up in the air, his foot coming down. The movement shifted his boner from one side of his shorts to the other, grinding against the front, swinging back and forth like a metronome from the weird way of walking that the dragon was making him do, and making it that much more obvious as he walked forward how hard he was. “Think about it,” the dragon whispered in his ears. “Imagine if your shoes were making you walk that way, imagine if they were picking up your feet and making you show off that boner, making you walk like an absolute fool. Showing off just how big a pervert you are…” It was more than the wusky could take, and he was whimpering, panting, shivering, trembling. He wanted to show off his boner, in that way, but it was so embarrassing, so humiliating that the thought alone was almost enough to make him go back into his room. Almost. He looked down at his sneakers again, almost feeling a tingle running from them over his socked feet, and then up his legs. Did the aglets shift? Were they moving on their own? He swore that it was impossible, that it was just his imagination, but they seemed to be. Writhing about, shifting along his feet, moving along the shoes and undoing the knots that he had made. Were they climbing up his legs? Were they slowly slithering up, coiling about his lower limbs so that they could take any control that he had away from him? The thought was enough to leave him squirting pre in his shorts, and the wusky whimpered as he took another step, then another. Not as big as the forced ones that the dragon made him do, but walking down the sidewalk, his hips swaying slightly to show off that boner, making it throb all the harder as he imagined people seeing it. [i]Boner boi, boner boi, boner boi. Boing boing goes the boner…[/i] The words weren’t even his, he thought, but they were getting louder, louder, and louder still in his head, making it feel like his words. Every time that he heard them, his cock throbbed that much more, his boner feeling that much harder, that much more sensitive. By the time he was able to pull his thoughts away from the chanting in his head, he realized that they’d stepped away from his dorm. They were halfway across the campus already, about to move past the main building. Crisp panted, pausing, trying to pull his head out of his boner so that he could think straight, so that he didn’t make a mistake – “Don’t stop now!” The dragon held out a hand, and Crisp swore that the aglets on his shoes leaped up to the dragon’s fingers, almost like they had become a leash for him. The wusky whimpered and moaned, his eyes going wide as he was pulled forward by his shoelaces, one shoe, then the other, then other, pulled along like he was some sort of good dog for the dragon, a good boner boi that needed to be pulled along by his shoes. [i]Look at this loser. Look at how hard he still is.[/i] [i]Boner boi can’t stop thinking about shoes.[/i] [i]Even when he’s jerking off, he’s thinking about us.[/i] [i]Can he cum any other way? He’s a shoe-focused-slut.[/i] The phrases were popping into his head, and they weren’t coming to him in the normal voice that he teased himself with. He swore that they were coming from other people, but there was no one else around. All he could think of was that they had to be coming from his shoes, but that was impossible. Further, further they walked, and the dragon seemed to take great joy in pulling on the lace-leashes like they were just a way of keeping Crisp directed, like the wusky couldn’t decide where he wanted to go on his own. It was humiliating…and his boner was loving it. They walked, and walked, and walked, until Crisp was sure that his boner was going to punch right through his shorts into the open air, until they finally stood on the far side of the campus. His cheeks were burning hot at the thought of someone having seen them like that, and he wanted to run right inside. However… The black dragon blocked him, the Wizard smiling at him and shaking his head. “You don’t get to step through the door until you cum.” “What?!” “You heard me.” “What, you mean…out here? On the porch?” “Yep.” “But what if someone sees?” “Then you trust me to take care of it.” That was the hardest, most impossible thing that he had ever thought about doing. Nobody wanted to take care of him. Nobody wanted to make sure that he stayed out of trouble. Even his parents hadn’t been willing to do something like that. But…but the dragon had been…nice so far… Crisp blushed as he looked down at his shorts. His boner had done half of the unzipping for him already, but he still struggled to reach down and take it. With a gasp, he dragged the zipper the rest of the way down, the cotton-covered head of his bulge pushing out through the gap. He reached for it, planning to rub over it, but the dragon grabbed his hand, stopping him. “All the way out, Crisp.” “But…but…” “All the way…or the deal is done.” Obedience. He had promised to do what the dragon told him, though he had never imagined that it would go quite like this. He looked down at his crotch again, shivering at the idea of pulling his dick out in public like this, but… But what choice did he have? With a whimper, he undid the button of his shorts and pushed the front of his underwear down, letting his cock pop out into the open. The cool air was so much different than the air-conditioned room that he slept in, and his cock throbbed, begging for attention. His boner bounced, twitching, and he knew that if anyone came along, he could be kicked out for public indecency. And yet, the risk made it that much hotter. He looked at the Wizard, hoping that there would be some bit of mercy, that the fact that he’d actually shown it off would be enough to allow him to come inside, but no. There was no mercy in those white eyes. [i]Okay…here goes nothing…[/i] Crisp shook his head and grabbed his dick, feeling it jump right into his hand. He moaned under his breath, stifling his sounds by covering his mouth with his free hand. Every downstroke left a shiver in his crotch, and every upstroke made him tremble, almost falling down from the sheer sensitivity down there. The dragon’s eyes flashed as he watched the wusky, and Crisp swore that there was some sort of power trip being enjoyed here, as if the dragon enjoyed putting him through this sort of humiliation. Probably did, now that the wusky thought about it. Why else would this stranger be so willing to help him? Yet… Yet it was still so hard to cum. He didn’t know if it was nerves, or if there was something else that was slowing him down, but there was something that was keeping him from blowing his load very easily. He panted, jerking his cock that much harder, but nothing was coming. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. Why wasn’t he cumming? The Wizard leaned in, shirt brushing the wusky’s cock, and whispered to him. “You can’t cum without shoes, can you?” “Mmmph!” He almost came right then and there from that humiliating tease, but it wasn’t enough. He humped the air, trying to blow his load, trying to get over the edge, but his body wouldn’t let him. The dragon chuckled. “You’re just a little shoe slut. A bitch to your sneakers. You can’t get off without their permission.” “Can’t get off…without their…permission?” “Nope. They’re the ones running things. Look down at your sneakers. Look at how the shoelaces led you here. There’s nothing that you can do that they don’t let you do.” The wusky groaned. The idea was so cheesy, so corny, but at the same time… Well, there was no denying how hard he was, how turned on the idea made him. He looked down at his sneakers, looked down at the way that the laces seemed to have coiled up around them in a sleepy, coiled-up snake look that defied what they had been doing before. He groaned, and whispered despite himself. “Please, please, let me cum. Please, sneakers, let me cum. I’ll be a good boner boi. I’ll be a good little boner boi shoe slut if you just –” Something about that pushed him over the edge. The wusky moaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he spilled his load all over the front of the dragon’s doorstep. He kept humping his hand, grinding against it, shooting his load, strings of cum landing all over the place before he could stop himself. He panted as he slowly came down from it, the hot heat of his afterglow starting to settle in. The dragon chuckled, having stepped to the side to avoid being splattered, and patted him on the shoulder. “Alright. You can come in now.” The wusky did just that, and just in time, too. There was a honking sound of a car going by, and he shivered as he wondered just how close they had come to seeing what he was doing, how perverse he was. Still, at least they were inside now. That was good. Or, at least, he thought it was, until the dragon started pulling at his own jeans. “What are you doing?” “What am I doing? Well, I think it’s time that you start learning how to play with others.” “But…but I did that yesterday…” “Yeah, and today you’re going to do it with me.” The idea of actually doing [i]anything[/i] with the Wizard made him worry. He remembered the size of the other guy’s dick, and he shivered at the thought of that coming anywhere near his butt. He didn’t even know if he liked that sort of stuff yet, for crying out loud. What if he was more of an oral guy? The dragon didn’t say anything, only dropping his jeans down to the floor and pulling his dick out. It was just as big as the wusky remembered, standing tall at just over a foot in length. It was big enough that he knew that his ass would never be able to take that, not without an insane amount of extra stretching, and he didn’t think that would be fun. However, there was no sudden demand for him to go down to his knees, no gesture for him to turn around. Instead, the dragon walked naked down the hallway, gesturing for the wusky to follow… And like the fool he was, Crisp did as he was told. The dragon walked at a quick pace, almost leaving him behind several times as they went through the twisty-turny hallways of the old, abandoned frat house. Soon, though, they reached their destination, and the dragon pointed at one of the standing dressers, old style with opening doors, and gestured for the wusky to open it. “Why?” “Because that’s where your costume is.” “Another one?” “Why not?” He had to admit that was better than what he was expecting, at least. That would at least cover up his hole, so there was no chance of them going anal today. That made this more than worth it. As he pulled the dresser doors open, though – “Gah!” He was [i]attacked[/i] by green, shimmering shoelaces, a tiny green top, and shorts that were attached to suspenders. The wusky was yanked off his feet by the strange, impossible clothing, floating as the shoelaces held him up in the while the rest of the clothes – the suspender bands in particular – pulled at what he was wearing, dragging it off of him. “What’s going on? What’s happening to me?!” “This is just getting you ready for a bit of fun,” the dragon said. “This is impossible!” “No. It’s magic.” Magic. That…it was real? He had half-thought that the dragon might be some sort of real wizard, but this was the first time that any of that had been confirmed. Crisp shivered, chills running up and down his spine, and not just because his clothes being pulled off left him cold. [i]A real wizard.[/i] The dragon had power, and what was he doing with it? He was fucking with the wusky, making him go through fantasy after fantasy, making him feel what he had imagined a hundred times before. He grunted as he was suddenly covered in the tiny green shirt, the top barely enough to cover him from shoulders to nipples, with short green sleeves that stopped well below his elbows. His sneakers and socks were ripped off, then his underwear and his shorts. It all hit the floor with a thump, leaving him naked from the waist down, his boner throbbing right back up again, his cock throbbing against the open air, his cheeks burning as he was held with his arms over his head and his legs dangling down. “Why? Can’t you just – mmph!” He shivered as the dragon gestured at a pair of extra tight briefs, feeling them sliding up his legs before pulling tight around his balls. They were too small for his boner to fit in them right then, and the tight brown shorts that followed didn’t get zipped up around his shaft, either. They just pushed it forward, keeping it out in the open. It didn’t get better when his knee-high socks were pulled up, the silky things purple-topped and green colored for the rest of the clothing. The green shoes followed, the laces hovering on either side rather than tying themselves up, as if they believed that he might try and run if he wasn’t watched all the time. They weren’t wrong. He was tempted. The dragon smiled as he stepped forward, gesturing at the closet and pulling something else out. Another pair of shoes, the wusky realized, but these ones were much, much bigger than the pair that he himself wore. Another gesture from the dragon shut the door to the room, and the naked dragon sat on the edge of the bed in the room, putting the shoes down by his feet. “Today, you’re going to learn how it feels to give a blowjob.” “A b-blowjob?” Somehow, despite the magical stripping and dressing, that was the part that stood out to him the most. The fact that he was going to get a cock in his mouth, the fact that he would basically confirm whether he liked men more than just as a jerk-off buddy. The idea that he might cement a gay side of himself… Somehow, that mattered more than the freaky magic that he had just discovered, the way that the dragon had treated him, and everything else. He blushed as he looked down at the dragon’s boner, feeling himself shivering at the thought of how wide his mouth was going to be forced open, how he would have to deal with the fact that he was going to be on his knees, and…and… Sucking cock. There was no other way to put it. The shoes forced him to take a step forward, moving closer to the dragon without his consent. They were definitely magical now, something that he could hardly believe. Another step. Thump. Another step. Click. Another step. He was on his knees, the heels of his shoes clicking like a metronome behind him, and he had a horrible feeling that they were setting the time for the sucking that he was going to have to do. The dragon looked down at him, smiling gently and rubbing his head. Claws settled through his fur, rubbing between Crisp’s ears before pulling him forward, nudging the wusky’s nose against the dragon’s big balls. “You’ll start down there, then go up to the head. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that you can take it all…and I’ll make sure that you enjoy it more than you think you will.” The dragon gestured with one finger, and Crisp gasped at the feeling of something grabbing hold of his cock. He looked down. The shoes that the dragon had pulled from the closet had come to life, as well. As they slid themselves onto the dragon’s much bigger feet – big boots, he realized, leather and thick – the laces were wrapping around the head of his cock, pulling tight until they’d tied a double-bow around his dick. One twitch of the dragon’s feet pulled the bow along his shaft, and Crisp gasped at the sudden feeling of a shoelace handjob going on down there. His cheeks burned as he realized what his ‘master’ was going to do with him, and he looked back up. “Do…do I…” “Yes, you have to. Now, open up.” Knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to get out of this, Crisp submitted to the inevitable and opened his mouth. The head of the Wizard’s cock was just as big as he had imagined, just as big as he had feared. The head pushed against his lips, forcing them further, further apart. He swore that his jaw was going to click or crack if he pushed it much further, but somehow, it didn’t. Maybe the Wizard was using some magic to make his mouth more elastic, or maybe it wasn’t quite as huge as it looked? [i]No, definitely magic. This thing is…this thing is huge…[/i] He could barely breathe around it, or rather, barely pant around it as the dragon’s shoes kept twitching, clicking, tapping on the floor, pulling the double-bow of shoelaces up and down his cock. The wusky groaned, his hips twitching, his own heels still clicking, and he found himself starting to bob his head to the time. Click, forward, click, backwards. Click, stroke, click, stroke. Click, click, click, click. He moaned under his breath, unable to help himself as he felt his dick starting to bounce and throb more than before. He wanted to cum, wanted to blow his load again, already feeling the urge to cum. The excitement almost made him forget about the cock in his mouth, almost made him forget about the taste of pre-cum on his tongue, or the throbbing, slightly musky piece of anatomy that was pinning his tongue down. He closed his eyes to slits, but he could still see the wet, black rod that was slowly plundering his throat, still see the thick thing that was forcing his mouth open, still see the majority of it staying out of his mouth. It was mind-boggling how big the dragon was, and even more so that it was still so… So relatively soft, compared to how rigidly hard his own was. Oh, the Wizard wasn’t going soft, and he did have an erection, but it wasn’t so rock hard as what Crisp had between his legs. It was barely there, like he was doing just enough to keep the dragon hard, not enough to get him towards orgasm. “How does it feel to be on your knees, Crisp?” the dragon asked. “How does it feel to suck cock?” The wusky blushed, waiting until he was allowed to pull back to try and answer. He had to gasp for breath for a moment or two, but he was able to smile slightly. “It’s, uh…it’s not…bad?” “Heh…then maybe you should see if you could do a bit more…a bit…better.” The dragon’s tease pulled him back to that cock, and he felt his jaws spread once more as he pushed past the head. He groaned at the taste of dick in his mouth, feeling his nose getting filled with the smell of another guy. It wasn’t…so bad… And he could feel himself getting rewarded for it, too, his own orgasm right on the edge already. He could feel himself dripping, soaking the dragon’s shoelaces, and he blushed as he realized that he was past the midpoint of the dragon’s monster cock, getting closer and closer to the base with every bob of his head. “Take the whole thing, and I’ll get you off with the shoelaces. Fail, and you’ll go home with my shoes dangling from your dick,” the dragon teased him. The idea of carrying shoes by the boner sent a shiver down Crisp’s spine, and he redoubled his efforts, pushing harder, deeper. He was surprised that he hadn’t gagged even once, and knew that the dragon had to be using some kind of magic to keep his throat safe. [i]Just...a little...more…[/i] Despite his fears of giving a blowjob, the chance of a reward pushed him forward, and the further that Crisp went, the more that the reward faded from his mind, and the more he focused purely on giving the best blowjob that he could. By the time that he reached the base of the dragon’s cock, he had almost forgotten just why he had been pushing for it. He just felt proud at having deepthroated the Wizard. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]