The Dance
#25 of Commissions by Gruffy
This story is a commission to FriskeCrisps
Crisp shivered quietly as he once again found himself standing in the dark parlor of the wolf, the mysterious, haughty creature who had already once toyed with him through the night, and now, with the help of a barked, angry phone call, had summoned the young wolf in front of him. Crisp's toes were curled nervously in their striped socks and the red lucky high tops he'd wore for the occasion on the wolf's orders. His clothes felt sweaty, sticking to his furs while he stood there, tail tucked between his legs and watching he wolf sit upon his couch, clad in a red silk robe and sitting with his legs spread wide so that Crisp could see the huge bulge there.
"So you're back huh?" the wolf grunted, muzzle curled into a scowl around a thick, spicy-smelling cigar he was casually huffing and puffing at while staring at the small shivering creature.
"Y-yes sir," Crisp whimpered. "Like you told me to...ehh..."
"You look pathetic," the wolf grunted. "Did you piss yourself or something? You stink."
Crisp whimpered, his ears flicking down, the wolf staring at his shoes while he let out a whimper. He'd known that coming to this place would mean a night of humiliation and anger from the big, nasty wolf who'd made him do so many dirty things before, watched by thousands of nameless, laughing furs all over the internet at the wolf making a complete fool of himself by allowing himself to be used as the wolf's dirty sex toy.
"Nnno sir," Crisp whispered, "I don't...do stuff like that..."
"I bet you do," the wolf barked, "and coming here looking like that...didn't I tell you to look nice for the occasion?"
Crisp whimpered.
"But these are my nicest things..." Crisp mumbled, blinking a few tears away from his eyes upon hearing such an insult on his favorite red Converse high tops. He'd even taken extra care tying pretty bows onto the laces.
"So someone as pathetic as you might think, of course," the wolf let out a big puff of smoke into the air, where it slowly dissipated.
"Y-yes sir," Crisp gave up the fight and submitted, knowing that an argument could lead into a punishment, and even worse of all...the wolf might tell him to just go, leave him alone and without anyone to tell him what good he was for...the amusing toy of naughty wolves.
"Good," the wolf grunted, "perhaps you can make up for it if you promise to be a good boy...can you even make that kind of a promise?"
Crisp flicked his ears up, still not daring to look at the wolf, but hoping to somehow show his receptiveness.
"Yyyy-yes, sir," Crisp whimpered.
"Excellent," the wolf grunted, "maybe you will be of some good to me after all."
"Y-yes sir..." Crisp whispered, watching the wolf grope his own huge bulge through his robe, relaxed and scowling and looking as dangerous as ever.
"Excellent," the wolf growled. "Let the games begin, then!"
The wolf snapped his fingers and a bright light appeared...a sign for Crisp, to know that now, probably thousands of furs all over the world would be able to see him...standing there, tail low, ears flat, trying not to whimper while he shivered and felt exposed under the gaze of the wolf and his unseen cameras capturing everything in high definition for the perverts of the world to see.
"What...do you wish of me?" Crisp whimpered.
"I'll just want to see what a small little bitch you are, ready to do anything for a real man," the wolf growled. "Look at you there...you already look like a girl...trembling like a girl..."
"Like a virgin girl who wouldn't even know what to do with a cock if she saw one...since she doesn't have one...do you even have one?"
"Y-yes sir..." Crisp whispered, his own cock already growing painfully hard in his shorts, "yes I do..."
"Could've fooled me..."
"S-sir..."
"And I see you're wearing those shoes again...why?" the wolf snapped.
Crisp trembled, changing his posture a little so that his soles rubbed onto the soft insides of the high tops, a bit of a comfort even amidst the wolf's non-stop humiliation...but he was still shaking, unable to meet the wolf's piercing gaze.
"ANSWER ME YOU BITCH OR I'LL MAKE YOU EAT THEM!"
Crisp let out a scared yelp and almost jumped, nearly ready to escape the thought of that...but knowing that he had very well promised to serve the wolf in exchange of receiving the gift of the black high tops...and now he was paying the price.
"They're my...my...favorite," Crisp whispered.
"So you don't even care for the beautiful black high tops I gifted to you?" the wolf grunted. "The ones I wore so that you could get my musk on them as a special gift...and yet you come here in those lousy red shoes..."
"Nnnooo I...I love them, sir, but...but these...I...I like these...."
"Ha!" the wolf snorted. "And you didn't even realize those aren't your red shoes..."
Crisp's eyes widened as they jumped up, to look at the wolf who was smiling broadly, waving his big cigar in his paw. WHY, oh why was he saying something like that, speaking such lies just to make him feel bad, surely it wasn't true, it was just another thing to make him feel worthless and useless, just a small toy for him to play with and toss away once he had done his dirty business with them.
"Wwhat?" Crisp asked, his lips trembling.
The wolf laughed, long and deep, making Crisp shiver again.
"You might've thought those are your red shoes, but they're not...for you see...the last time you visited, while you were under the influence of the green shoes, I had yours replaced with a pair of mine..."
"B-but you couldn't have..." Crisp argued.
The wolf snapped his fingers.
"Keep that tongue of yours in check...I don't like blabbering bitches...they make my cock go soft..."
Crisp stared at the wolf's obviously fully hard, thick dick, and wondered just what could possibly make such a mighty weapon go soft...surely nothing he could do...even if he was pathetic...
"But is...is it true, sir?"
"Wouldn't you want to know?"
"W-what have you done to my real shoes?" Crisp whimpered.
The wolf snapped his fingers and at once, the laces on Crisp's red Converse high tops untied themselves, jumped and curled about one another to tie his ankles together, basically making it impossible for him to move without stumbling down onto his face...the shoes were obviously under the wolf's command, by whatever means at his disposal, and there was nothing Crisp could do to stop him...
"Oh, I've got them alright...and you might get them back at some point...if you serve me well..." the wolf snorted. "But before that, surely you must...change into something more appropriate than those stupid rags on you..."
Crisp whimpered again, wondering if he'd be made to take off his clothes now...but the wolf simply laughed...and snapped his fingers three times.
"Something little for you to remind what a worthless piece of fur you are, boy..."
Crisp heard a strange hiss, and smell a very odd scent, like...like the wolf's musk, and something else, and looking quickly down, he realized that something that looked like smoke rose from the tip of his red shoes...soon enveloping him, as more flowed, covering all of him. He gasped with surprise, not even having the mind to hold his breath to try and stop it, he simply breathed it in right away, and his head felt light...he gasped again, blinked, and moaned, when suddenly it felt like his head was floating...
"Now...I could've told the shoes to make you do whatever I want you to do, but that is so messy...there is a better use for them, on your feet, while you do my bidding...oh yes...and now that the shoes have given you my very special musk...making you most susceptible to all my commands..." the wolf spoke, "doesn't it feel good, little bitch?"
Crisp felt strangely tired and oddly animated at the same time, limp but standing upright, hard cock or not, he simply stood there, staring the wolf with no fear now, only...only a gentle knowledge that the wolf would take care of him, and that he would do whatever would be asked of him.
"There's some clothes for you to wear in a chest to your right. Take it, and put it on. Only that. You can leave the shoes on," the wolf narrated.
Crisp walked over to the large ornate chest without hesitation, his mind screaming that he wasn't supposed to do this, but his body, completely under the command of the wolf's suggestion, could do nothing but to obey, to open the lid and to reveal a mass of white tulle...a...his brain tried to come up with the word to describe it, but...his mind was sluggish...even while his paws were taking away his shirt and his boxers, leaving him standing naked but for his shoes, snugly in his footpaws and holding him under complete control. The wolf was looking at him, too, and Crisp knew that the cameras captured everything, including his hard dick as it disappeared into the white, whispery cloth that covered him up, leaving a big bulge onto his groin.
"Come on and show yourself off to your audience, bitch," the wolf commanded.
Crisp walked over to the cone of light that was his...stage...for now, clad in only his red high tops and the white ballet tutu he'd been told to wear, his body unable to resist any of the wolf's commands, and leaving him wanting to cry while his body did the wolf's dirty bidding.
"Now...everyone..."the wolf spoke, as if addressing a crows while there were no others in the room...and Crisp knew that countless could be watching...perhaps the wolf indeed was speaking to them directly...he wouldn't know...
"...here we've got one small bitch, who gets his rocks off on showing off to others what a puny little son of a whore he is...coming live to you...while he dances..."
So he was talking to them...Crisp's mind yelled defeat, but his body tensed, assuming a position that was supposedly to show off his body, but really, only let them see his total submission.
"And now...for all you who are paying thirty dollars per hour to see my bitch dance...here for you...the Dance of the Flowers..."
Music boomed into Crisp's ears, classical, beautiful, a title he knew, but it made no sense...his paws were held high above his head as he assumed what his body must've thought to be a ballet pose...he had no idea what he was doing, he had never done nay kind of dancing, or had classes...but the wolf's commands were imbedded in his mind, and there was no stopping them...he was dancing, dancing, twirling and spinning, letting everyone to see the young wolf perform, dancing clumsily, nothing like a real graceful ballet dancer would, a mere perversion of such a show.
He danced and he danced, the wolf watching, stroking himself, smoking and yelling abuse at him, telling everyone to keep watching and that Crisp would go on and on for as long as they would be there to watch, and that in the end he might make the bitch drink his cum...if he would last through the night...Crisp's dulled mind wasn't sure, his ankles already ached from the clumsy jumps, and his cock was rubbing to the front of the tutu and making him so hard...but left completely without relief, there was nothing else he could do but to keep performing, dancing, dancing, dancing, further and further away, the musky hypnosis of the shoes having a full grip on him while he continued the dance to the amusement of his faceless tormentors, enjoying seeing the wolf make such a complete fool of himself under the dark, dominant male's control, perfectly unable to resist any of his commands, told to move faster, higher...
Could he ever last?