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The Education of Crisp Chapter 13: Pranking the Husky For FriskeCrisps and Txeptirea by Draconicon

It had been a while since they'd allowed him back in the house, though Xander didn't quite blame the dragon and wolf for that. He'd been the one that had caused all the problems that they'd been cleaning up, and the husky was just glad that they were still willing to even talk with him after all...that.

Still, they didn't have to leave him out of the loop like this.

The husky sat with his arms folded in the big living room of Crisp's house, trying to be patient as the two magic users kept talking to each other about how they were going to deal with the fallout of the demon incursion. He wasn't sure why they were that bothered; the demon was gone, and he, for one, hadn't seen any other demonic problems since that fight.

Granted, that was over a month ago now, and Draconicon and Crisp certainly didn't tell him that much about what they were doing. But he was sure that, if the demon was really still out there, he'd be a major target. After all, he'd betrayed his 'master' and given help to the people the demon was trying to hurt. He was pretty sure that it wasn't happy with him about that, and would want some sort of revenge. If the demon hadn't come after him, he was pretty sure that the situation was dealt with.

Pretty sure.

But as long as Draconicon and Crisp weren't, he seemed fated to be stuck under their watchful eye. They hadn't let him leave the house for weeks now, ostensibly keeping him safe, but he felt more like they just wanted to make sure that he didn't screw anything else up.

You let one demon out by accident, and you're marked for life.

He sighed, shaking his head a couple of times as he gave up on distracting himself. It just wasn't working, not with the dragon and wolf just out of earshot in the kitchen. They were excluding him again, driving him nuts...

The husky got to his feet and walked out of the room, heading towards the stairs. If nothing else, he might find something to do in his room; Crisp and Draconicon had been spending their nights together in the main bedroom - probably fucking around, if the sounds he heard meant anything - but they had given him a TV to use in private.

He reached the second floor and flopped out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The remote for the television was right beside him, but he couldn't quite pull together the effort he needed to turn it on. There was something else distracting him, something else that he wanted...

Xander grumbled, rolling onto his belly.

"Why can't they just include me in this?"

That was what bothered him the most. They'd been happy enough to use him to take down the demon, and he'd been part of the whole recuperation that had gone on - working as a servant more than anything else - and now, now that things were finally calming down, they'd completely shut him out. It was like they were happy to use him as a tool and then throw him away.

And it stung...because he didn't want to go away.

Ever since the demon had found him, and he'd learned how powerful magic could be, he'd wanted to try it. He wanted to be part of the group, wanted to be part of the 'family' that the dragon and wolf had formed. He wanted to learn how to do the things that they did, wanted to...

He wanted to be a mage.

But that wasn't going to happen, not while they had the final say, at least. He groaned, flopping back on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. The one time that he'd asked the dragon about it, Draconicon had told him no, and made it clear that, as long as Crisp was his student, he couldn't take on another one. The wolf had turned him down, as well, and he didn't know any other mages around.

Which brought him right back to the depressing do-nothing that had been his life for the last few days.

If they'd just teach me a bit...

Sighing, the husky sat up. He knew where this was going to go if he kept up with these petulant thoughts. He'd be right back where he'd started before the demon shoes found him, completely depressed and feeling more alone than ever. The idea was...really not good, and he knew that he needed to find some sort of distraction before he completely lost his mind.

Thankfully, he knew of one guaranteed distraction, and it was right down the hall.

Getting to his feet, he listened for anyone coming upstairs. As soon as he was sure that everyone was still down there, he darted out of the bedroom and ran for the master bedroom at the end of the hall. He was quick enough and quiet enough that he doubted they could hear him moving around downstairs, and he slipped in without incident.

Looks like they're finally trusting me with the wards again, he thought as he passed by the glowing door frame. Draconicon had put that up sometime in the last week or so, something about keeping wandering spirits away. Wandering huskies, as well, considering it had blown up and sent him flying all the way back to the stairs the first time he tried to go through without permission.

Not this time, though.

The room really was a weird one. It was split right down the middle between two very different tastes, with the walls turned back and almost rocky looking on one side, and the other side adorned with so many shelves that it looked like some sort of shoe store. Particularly with the contents.

He slowed down as he walked over to the shoe side, taking time to take in and, well, admire the different pieces of footwear that lined the walls. Occasionally he would linger over a rather sparkly pair, reaching up a hand to stroke it before moving on.

Heh, nice to see someone else that shares a fascination with footwear, he thought to himself. While there was a universal theme of sneakers, the sheer varieties of colors and styles that Crisp had collected over time simply amazed him. There had to be thousands of dollars invested in all these pairs, and some of them looked like some sort of vintage thing, something that would never be worn, but only admired.

And then...towards the back end...

"Geez, these are gaudy..."

Of course, to him, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Flashy shoes could be incredibly fun, and this pair of high tops were about as flashy as one could get. They were shined with gold, not quite glittering but definitely shimmering with the color, all the way down to the white soles. The laces laid lazily over the top of it, rather than pulling up in a tight bow like with some of them, and he couldn't help but think that they looked incredibly...snazzy. That was the only word that seemed to fit.

Shame that Crisp didn't let him use any of these shoes...

Then again, would he really mind if I used these for a bit? After all, he wasn't even going out of the house, and his socks were nice and fresh. He could probably get away with using them for a little while, anyway, and then put them back before anyone even noticed.

Thus decided, the husky pulled the golden sneakers down, carrying them to the bed. He sat down, pulling his socks on nice and tight to make sure that they wouldn't slip, and undid the sneaker laces. The soft rustle of the laces coming undone was always music to his ears, and he took a little longer than usual to really enjoy the sliding sound.

As soon as the bows were undone, he tugged the tongues of the sneakers forward, making it easier for him to wiggle his paws inside of them. He felt the tightness of new shoes already, the way that any pair felt before they were properly broken in. They squeezed along the sides of his feet, and he grinned as he had to really wiggle his foot down into the opening, sliding it side to side to get his toes all the way to the end.

The soft pop of his heel sliding past the opening of the shoe only made it better, making it feel almost sexual as he put the 'borrowed' shoes on. As he wiggled his heel down to the bottom of the shoe, it felt just great, squeezing his feet tightly, making him feel...

Well, honestly, turned on. It was weird, like he was getting turned on by the pressure around his feet, but as he stood up and stomped the shoes on, it felt like someone was actually giving his boner a couple of squeezes. But that was impossible. He reached down to tie the shoes -

And suddenly appeared in the kitchen. The sudden shift in space knocked him off-balance, but that was okay. Someone was there to catch him.

Unfortunately, that someone was the very person he was 'borrowing' the shoes from.

"Uh, hi, Crisp. I, uh..."

"Heh, looks like you were doing a little browsing with my shoes."

"It's just for looks, I swear."

"Yeah, say that when you're wearing a pair that I was going to get rid of."

Get rid of?

He looked around, seeing the black dragon teacher shaking his head. Draconicon was on the far side of the table, and seemed to be half-absorbed by all the books around him, making him look like some sort of librarian king.

"Crisp, if you're going to put him through that curse, can you do it on the other side of the kitchen? I don't want a mess over here."

"Don't worry. I think his underwear is going to catch most of it."

"The operative word there being 'most'. Let's not ruin any of the work that we've put together."

"Fair enough, fair enough. Come on, Xander."

"Wait, wait, what's going on? What are you -"

"Come."

Suddenly, his feet bounced without him meaning them to, and started walking along the kitchen tiles. He yelped as they carried him along, and more than just from the surprise.

What...this...they're cursed, too?!

Every time that his feet came down on the kitchen tile, the impact slammed all the way up his legs to his crotch. Something about the way that it hit made his cock throb all the more, pushing forward in his jeans, making the front of his underwear and his pants tent out enormously in only a few steps. It got worse with each passing second, leaving him panting as Crisp continued to drag him along.

The fact that the shoes were moving as the wolf wiggled his fingers only confirmed the fact that magic was involved, and that his host was making it happen to him.

"Why? I thought -"

"You thought I didn't know someone was messing with all my stuff up there? I saw all the little hump marks on the bottom of my shoes. I saw the way that they'd been cleaned, but not quite well enough. I smelled what you were doing."

"Not to mention that my student seems to have decided to test himself."

The way that the wolf whipped around to glare at the dragon would have been rather comedic, were it not for the fact that Xander knew that he was still very much in trouble. If he had been caught...

Crisp whipped back around.

"Without further interruptions...you were borrowing and humping my shoes without even asking. The fact that I didn't even want this pair doesn't matter; you still need to be punished for it."

"Please, please, I'm sorry. I, I didn't know that it would bother you. I thought -"

"Up, down, up, down."

And so his feet obeyed, lifting up and slamming down hard with each successive command from the wolf. It didn't get any better than walking across the floor; in fact, the harder stomps only made it worse, making his cock throb that much harder in his pants and beg for attention that much more. The husky leaned forward, almost losing his balance more than once as he was made to stomp around, his feet clicking down hard in the golden shoes.

"Please, mercy!"

He didn't get any. Crisp forced his feet to kick against the ground, to tap with the heel multiple times before smacking down again. Each successive smack, each click against the tiles made his cock bounce, smearing pre against the inside of his underwear. The husky whimpered, feeling his cock throbbing as hard as ever, as hard as the demon had left it, and he felt his pre oozing against the front of his pants. It bubbled out of his cock at a constant rate, sliming up the front of his underwear, making it feel even better as he throbbed to ever greater degrees.

The wolf forced him around the kitchen, making him march around with hard stomps and heavy impacts. By the time that they'd gone around it three times, Xander could feel his cock on the verge of exploding, throbbing so hard and feeling so huge that it should have been pushing out of his underwear by now.

Before he could blow, Crisp stopped him, and the husky panted as he came to a halt. Before he could say anything, the wolf gestured. A bit of magic light shot out of his fingers, and Xander's pants and shirt completely disappeared. Not simply becoming invisible, but...but disappearing. He yelped, trying to cover himself, but it was too late. His bulge was completely on display, and it was...

It was pretty darn big. He whimpered as the pre kept bubbling out of his cock, running down the soaked front of his briefs, making it look like he was dripping slime constantly. The white fronts of his underwear were soaked to the point of transparency, dribbling down to his balls and clinging to him completely.

Crisp giggled, and even the dragon bit off a laugh.

"Look at you. I swear, if it wasn't for the fact that a demon had been inside you, I'd swear that you liked this."

It's not the demon, he thought. He remembered liking stuff like this well before the demon had slipped into him, though it wasn't like that possession had helped his kinks. The thing that the demon had made him do...

He shivered, his cock throbbing all the harder for it. It didn't help when Crisp reached out, the wolf grabbing him by the bulge and squeezing, rubbing him. He whimpered, his eyes rolling back as he was given a handjob through his soaked briefs.

"Look at you. You're so productive. So slippery. And just from dancing around in a pair of shoes."

"They're cursed shoes!"

"Cursed in a way you like. Up, down."

Click click went the shoes, and he very nearly went over the edge to orgasm. The husky whimpered, his cock throbbing even harder, the tip almost pushing through the soaked fabric. The waistband of his underwear was dragged forward so far that his cock could have slid through the gap, if it hadn't been held so tight by the wolf. And that wolf was driving him nuts.

That hand slipped down, grabbing him by the balls, and he gasped as they were pulled down, dragged as far down as the underwear would allow.

"Ah ah, not cumming just yet...I wonder...Drac, how does that -"

"Estran Tatis."

"...Not going to ask how you knew what I was thinking."

"You're leaving your mind open again."

"Oh? Then take this little mental image."

The exchange between wolf and dragon was as confusing as it always was, but seeing the black dragon suddenly blush was stranger still. Just what had happened?

Crisp took the curiosity away from him in the space of a second as the stroking continued, a small spell with those words summoning a band around the base of his balls. He felt a sudden weight of metal pushing his balls down, keeping them from pulling up so easily, and his orgasm seemed further away than ever, even with his excitement pushing towards a height that was entirely new to him.

The wolf went back to marching him around, and every step not only sent a jolt to his cock, but it made his balls sway around, made them twitch and smack against his thighs every time that he brought his legs back down. No matter how bound they were, his production of pre continued unabated, dribbling out of his cock and into his underwear. It was slimy and wet, slick and copious, and he could feel it dribbling past his balls over his ass.

With his briefs clinging to him more completely than ever, he felt that he might as well be naked. Hoping to get it off before the wolf could stop him, Xander reached down -

"Stay."

This time it was from Draconicon, not Crisp. Black fire wrapped around his wrists, pulling them over his head and away from his underwear. Somehow, the pose only made the damn erection that much more obvious, and he whimpered, his cheeks burning hot.

"Why? I get it from Crisp, but why you?"

"Because I'm bored. Be thankful I'm just enjoying the show rather than taking part. You'd be doing more than dancing, in that case."

"I think I could handle dealing with a pair of feet."

"That's hardly the only thing I'd have you do."

The way that the dragon said it sent another blush across his cheeks, and he looked away. He wasn't going to push those buttons. Not when Crisp was already pushing his with a vengeance.

He was danced across the room again, and by now, he was leaving little puddles of pre wherever he walked. His cock throbbed so hard, and the tip was starting to darken from all the blood being kept inside of it. The sheer hardness of it was leaving him panting and gasping, whimpering with need, but there was no relief to be had. Crisp just kept teasing him, patting his cock, forcing him to feel those pleasurable click-clicks through the floor all the way up to his cock.

Five laps, six laps, seven around the kitchen before he finally collapsed, his balance shot beyond what the shoes could actually support. He fell to all fours, desperately grabbing at his cock, but no matter how he stroked himself through his underwear, he couldn't cum. He teased himself, he squeezed at the base of his cock, he rubbed his palm in a slippery motion around the head. No matter how hard he teased himself or what buttons he pressed that usually got him off in seconds, he just...wouldn't...cum!

"Nnngh...please...I can't...I can't take it..."

"Heh, that bad, boy? That bad, you little shoe-thief?!"

Nnngh... He couldn't help but whimper more, unable to talk as he kept mindlessly humping his hand, trying to cum. The pleasure was there, but the ball stretcher was keeping his sac from pulling up, keeping him from going over that edge towards true bliss that he needed. The husky looked up, whimpering with his eyes, but there was no sympathy there. There was only smirking satisfaction.

Hoping to get some mercy, he turned his head to the dragon.

"Please...please...let me cum..."

"I'm busy at the moment."

"Please! I'll do anything!"

"You're already bound to do that."

"Anything! I need it!"

"Oh, fine. Just...crawl over here and be quiet."

Crawling. Crawling was easier to do, though more humiliating than the dancing. He dragged himself along the floor, no longer plagued by the constant stimulation that came from stepping around. Even so, he was so turned on that it just wouldn't calm down, his cock throbbing and dripping through his underwear constantly. It was like a flood that wouldn't cut off, a need that would never die.

He stopped at the dragon's side, looking up as a long line of pre drizzled from his underwear to the floor. It added to the puddle already there as he looked up, panting.

"What...what can I - AH!"

He almost collapsed as Crisp stepped on the bottom of his shoes, scraping the bottom of a sneaker against the bottom of his own. It was like getting the ridges to dig right into his dick, pushing him further towards that impossible orgasm, making it harder and harder to think as it went on.

The dragon shook his head.

"Crisp, stop teasing him, at least for a bit? If he's going to ask for mercy, he's going to need his tongue."

"Kinda think he doesn't deserve it..."

"We've gotten around the whole demon thing. Pretty sure that you can let go of a pair of sneakers that you didn't even want."

"But -"

"But. Yes."

The dragon looked down at him, and Xander felt a sudden flash of fear. There was something in the way that the dragon stared at him that told him that this wasn't going to be as simple as a blowjob, or as mild as licking someone's feet. This was going to be different.

Draconicon lifted his tail and shifted around in his seat, and out of the corner of his eye, Xander saw the dragon pushing his surprisingly prodigious rump through the back of the chair.

"I'm still working, but you can earn yourself a little orgasm. Get your tongue in under my tail and get to work; if you do well enough, I'll give you a chance to get off."

"But -"

"Yes. My butt. Now lick."

Whimpering and blushing, the husky crawled over to the back of the dragon's chair and looked at his task. The big, black ass cheeks were constrained, to some degree, by the back of the chair. Almost like what was probably happening with his balls, the sides of the chair squeezed at the dragon's hips, making his butt cheeks pop outwards more than they usually did.

He reached up and parted them, looking at the pink pucker between the cheeks. It was surprisingly bigger than he expected, not quite so tight-looking as someone so big might have been expected to have. Maybe Draconicon wasn't the top with Crisp?

"I said get to work with your tongue, not your eyes."

He blushed and darted inwards, shoving his tongue past the large ass cheeks and digging it into the dragon's hole. Almost immediately he was hit with a taste of sweat and musk, and he groaned as he forced himself not to think about what he was doing. The idea of blowing someone, while still somewhat new, was pretty easy. The idea of rimming someone, of eating ass...well, that was quite a bit newer.

Even so, he did his best to push himself, to do well. Closing his eyes, he worked over that hole, dragging his tongue from the taint to the tail base, and then back down. Every little lick drew him down to the middle of that tensing pucker, and he groaned as he kept tasting bits of musk. Each lick felt like it carried some sort of hot flavor back to him, as well, something that reminded him of what he was doing. Eating ass. Eating a dragon's ass in hopes that it would let him cum.

He groaned, panting as he worked his tongue over the dragon's hole. It was completely clean, at least, apart from the sweat, and after a dozen licks, that flavor faded too. All he tasted was scales and all he smelled was musk, dragging him closer, pulling him in deeper.

Above him, the dragon was moaning, so at least he was doing a good job. He growled, working his tongue over that puckering rim, feeling it bend beneath his tongue. He could just smell the dragon's musk growing as he worked, and felt the ass cheeks squeezing down around his muzzle, the tail laying over his head to keep him in place.

"Heh, looks like the little thief is starting to enjoy himself."

"Nnngh, he's pretty - mmph - pretty good at it, too."

"You sound like you're enjoying it a lot, too, teacher."

"I've always, ah, always liked getting some attention back there. It's got a good feeling, and - nnnngh!"

The husky would have smiled at the fact that he'd broken the dragon's train of thought, if it hadn't been from shoving his tongue up the dragon's ass. Feeling that puckered hole squeezing down on his tongue only reminded him where it was, and if it wasn't for the fact that the dragon was so clean...and musky...and...

Oh god, don't tell me that I fucking like this, too! he thought as he felt his cock throb even more in his underwear, dripping down on the ground as he licked and even tongue-fucked Draconicon's hole. The dragon's ass cheeks kept squeezing down on his head, the dragon pushing back in the chair for him, and he obliged the mage with further licks. Every so often, he felt the dragon's hole squeeze down on his tongue that much harder, almost pulling at it, and he could only imagine how it would feel to shove a cock up there...

That wasn't going to happen. Before he could start thinking of Drac as too much of a submissive, that tail pressed down on his head, ramming him further between the cheeks, and shoving his tongue further up the dragon's ass.

"Deeper, you...fucking slut..."

"Heh, is my teacher going to cum from a tongue up his butt?"

"Better than you cumming from your shoes tapping along the floor. At least this makes sense."

"Hey...doesn't mean it's better..."

Their conversation just kept ignoring that he was even there, and considering how humiliating it had been a bit ago, that was fine with him. He forced his tongue back and forth, flicking it in and out of the dark dragon's hole. He felt his own cock throb more, pressing against the very edge of his underwear. Pre must have been streaming out of him, dribbling in a pool around him, and he just didn't care. He just wanted to earn his orgasm.

In and out, in and out. A minute, two minutes he spent tongue-fucking Draconicon's hole, until the dragon's tail pressed on him harder than ever. A roar filled the room as the dragon went over the edge, and his hole clenched hard on Xander's tongue. The husky gagged as he felt it being squeezed, pulled in almost out of his mouth, but it didn't last long.

When the dragon relaxed, panting instead of roaring, he slowly pulled back. He wiped his tongue off on his hand - pre was better than that sort of musk - and he slipped back on his knees, panting on his own.

"Did...did I earn..."

"Yes...Yes you did. Relis."

He felt a click just above his balls, and they drew up so fast that it almost hurt as they smacked against his crotch. The husky fell back, landing flat on his back as he thrust his hips in the air, his cock cumming hard. He saw the spurts of cum shooting through his briefs, felt the hot goo landing on his chest and face, and didn't fucking care. He needed this. He fucking needed this.

His orgasm went on and on, splattering all over his face and his chest, and he felt like his cock was swimming in cum in his underwear. The husky shivered, feeling even better - and worse - as Crisp stepped over him, pushing down with one shoe on top of his bulge. The ridges along the bottom only made it better, pushing him into a second, miniature orgasm as he came again, thrusting, humping his slimy bulge against the wolf's shoe.

"You're gonna be licking that clean."

"Don't...care..."

Eventually, he collapsed flat on his back, no longer arching his back. As the wolf pushed his sneaker down over his face, Xander started licking it clean, dragging his tongue along the pre- and cum soaked, otherwise clean underside of the shoe, licking away the fluids he'd soaked it with. It was still amazing.

Floating in his afterglow, he barely heard the two of them talking to each other. Something about a slave, or summoning one...They were using magic, something else on the shoes that he was wearing, but who cared about that now? He felt so good...he'd gotten off, he'd done well, he'd paid off his debt of guilt. Nothing would go wrong now...

Another spell, and he was knocked out.

When he woke up, Xander had a headache. More than that, he didn't quite recognize where he was, either. Well, he recognized it as a hotel room - anyone could have known that - but apart from that...

He pulled himself upright, and was surprised to see a rather shiny suitcase laid against the wall at the side of the bed. Not so surprised to see that he still had the sneakers on, though. That seemed to be something of a constant.

Thankfully, there seemed to be an explanation. Sitting on the side of the bed was a letter, and considering its calligraphic nature, he knew it had to be from the dragon. He unfolded it and leaned back.

_To Xander,

I'm afraid that we cannot keep you around the house anymore. Contrary to what you might believe, we have been tracking demon presences for the last few days. They seem to be focused on you, and it would be safer for you if you were elsewhere for a while. Crisp and I can deal with them; you can't.

To make sure that you remain safe, we've enchanted your sneakers with a few safeguards. Demons will have a harder time tracking you in general, and if they get close, you can activate a few spells by clicking your heels together (Crisp's idea, blame him).

We will retrieve you eventually. After all, we won't let our little sneaker-wearing slave slut get away that easily, heh.

Sincerely,

Draconicon_

Sneaker-wearing slave slut...He blushed a bit as he got to his feet, letting the letter fall. It was a bit of a shame that he couldn't stick around...but knowing them, they'd make sure he was okay. They were rough, and they weren't the best about giving him what he wanted, but they were good at giving him what he needed.

He walked to the window, curious as to just where they put him.

"Istanbul, huh? Well...this'll be fun."

The End