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Learning His Place for FriskeCrisps by Draconicon

Crisp woke up with a massive headache and a feeling that he had done a lot more last night than he immediately remembered. The wolf rolled on his side, and groaned as he felt his morning wood rubbing against the mattress.

Except that it was a bit too hard to be the mattress. Way too hard.

He slowly opened his eyes, and blinked as he saw that he was on the hardwood floor of his bedroom. The wolf looked up at the window, and was at least slightly relieved to see that it wasn't noon-bright yet, but it still felt...wrong. He didn't remember making it home last night, but he couldn't remember just where he had been. And he didn't remember being naked, either.

Blushing as he realized just how undressed he was, the wolf started to sit up when he heard the sound of thumping footsteps coming down the hall. He blushed, jumping to his feet and grabbing one of the blankets off of his bed. He'd just managed to cover himself and turn towards the door when a sneaker came out of nowhere and thunked him in the chest. Not softly, either, but hard enough to send him falling backwards onto his bed.

"Ooof! Hey! Who threw that?"

Nobody, genius.

Tell me you didn't forget already?

The voices...Crisp sat up as fast as he could, and saw a pair of sneakers 'standing' in his doorway. They thumped towards him...but there was no one wearing them. His eyes went wide as the memory of last night flashed back in a rush, from the gang that had surrounded him to all the things that the sneakers had done to him. He even remembered why he had woken up naked, as his 'cosmic climax' - a name which he still blushed at - had robbed him of all his clothes except for the sneakers. They weren't just a dream, they were real.

He was frozen in shock as they jumped onto the bed, and the wolf only responded when he felt their laces wrapping around his ankles and squeezing at them, pulling his feet towards the openings in the shoes. Frantically, he kicked out, and managed to knock one of the shoes off of the bed. It thunked down, and he swore that he heard a small groan.

The other one, however...

You think that you get a say in this, freak? Think again!

Green shoelaces shot out and grabbed hold of his feet, and slammed his legs down against the bed harder than he could have imagined. The wolf yelped at the impact, but no matter how much he pulled and tugged on his legs, he couldn't move them again. All he had free was his upper body, and he didn't dare move and shift the blanket out of the way. Particularly not with his morning wood starting to throb all the harder.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

We wish we could, but there's no way that we can. You'll just have to learn to do what we say.

Yeah, the other shoe said as it hopped back onto the bed, using its laces to hold one of his legs and letting the other shoe start lifting itself up again. We need a host, and you're the only one that we could find.

"But...but can't you find another one?"

You really don't have a clue, do you, freaky? Once we bond, we can't really do it with anyone else until you're dead, and considering that we have a LOT of work to do here, we don't have time to go looking for another one. Now hold still.

Besides, we think you like being our little bitch.

The wolf groaned, shaking his head. It was nothing against the power of the sneakers, though, and he could feel them pushing down against his feet. His toes slipped into the sucking hole in the top of the sneakers, and they squeezed down along the side of his foot as they slipped on. He swore that they were creating some sort of socks around his feet, because he could feel something like cotton surrounding his toes and crawling along as the shoe made itself at home.

It pulled all the way up to his ankle and then some, the high top sneakers looking...almost fancy on him, he felt, and he might have liked them if it weren't for the fact that the big green laces were still swaying around him like snakes.

He had to push his blankets down harder over his crotch at the mere thought of it.

Hehehe, you like snakes, huh?

"What? What are you - how did you know?"

How do you think we talk? Huh? We're connected to your brain here. We can read your every thought. Geez, do you think about shoes all the time, you freaky little boner boi? And get rid of the blanket. We can feel everything you do.

"But I don't -"

The laces darted forward. Two of them grabbed hold of his hands, pulling them back with the strength of an Olympian, while the other two grabbed the blanket. The thick quilt hit the ground with a soft thump, and his throbbing cock was revealed. Crisp blushed horribly as it throbbed in view, and the laughter in his head only made it worse.

Geez, look at this little pup. He's got the hardest cock I've ever seen.

Heh, but not the biggest.

Oh god, the biggest was nowhere near this small. That guy was huge. This guy? Man, I bet one of those earth creatures...what are they?

Mice?

Yeah, I bet they could dominate this little sucker.

The wolf's face burned hotter and hotter as the shoes kept teasing him, and he knew that it would only get worse. His feet were completely covered now, and he could see that they were extending some humiliating striped socks up his legs. The further they went, the worse he blushed, and the worse his cock throbbed.

"G-get..."

Heh, what's the matter, pup? Getting all hot and bothered?

Better get used to it. We get stronger the hornier you are, and we're going to be fighting some pretty strong guys, so we need you horny all the time.

"Get off!"

He kicked at his feet, trying to shove the shoes off of them. They squeezed down tighter, but he managed to get one loose at the heel before the laces shoved up against him again. This time, they grabbed his arms and threw him down against the bed, and as his shoes clattered down against the foot of the bed, Crisp realized that he was completely paralyzed. He couldn't move anything below his neck. Not his arms, not his legs, not even his hips as the shoelaces seemed to split and multiply, weaving through the air like glowing green snakes.

You don't get it, Crisp.

"What don't I get? You're taking over my life! I want you gone!"

You don't get that it won't happen. We're here to stay, boy. And you're not in charge. We are.

And today, you're gonna learn just how much we can do to you if you don't do what we say.

The multiplying laces - sprouting out like hydra heads from the shoes - suddenly spun around the bed. Green blurs wrapped around him from neck to waist, pinning his arms and his torso together and against the bed. His blush grew as he was restrained, and the laces finally came together, tying together tightly. They made it just a little hard to breathe, but worse, kept him from doing anything to cover himself.

Four of the myriad laces floated towards his cock, the green light coming off of them making them look more alien as they started to coil around it. The wolf whimpered as the shoelaces slithered up along the edge of his shaft, slowly but thoroughly encasing it in a thick wrapping of cotton and the plastic of their tips.

He squirmed as much as he could in his shoelace bondage, but even when he pushed out as hard as he could, all he accomplished was a tightening of the shoelaces over his body. The wolf's tail pushed down between his legs, but even that was grabbed and pulled out of the way by the shoelaces.

Suddenly they squeezed around his cock, and his eyes went wide at the sudden pleasure from their constriction, their teasing tightness. Crisp rolled his head to the side, biting his lip to try and not think about it, but it was almost impossible with the way that they rubbed, squeezed, and teased him constantly. It was like four different hands, four talented paws, were teasing him and pleasuring him all at the same time.

His toes curled in the shoes as the teasing went on and on, his cock oozing pre as the hard tips stroked around his head, flicking under the front of it every now and again and driving him mad. As his cock started to throb and twitch, the shoes chuckled.

He's just a little faggot, isn't he?

Yep. A freaky little shoe loving bitch boi, with a boner to match.

I swear, he'd be licking someone's shoes or parading around with his cock bulging out his pants even if we didn't make him do it.

"Th-that's not...not true! I'm not a freak! I'm not a pervert!"

Uh huh. Yeah right. Who's got the world's twitchiest bouncing boner right now, huh? Who's leaking like a faucet?

He groaned, his cheeks bright red as he felt his cock twitching more and more, dancing to the tune of his racing heart and his own excitement. The shoelaces squeezed him from base to tip in rhythmic contractions, almost like a person's hand running up and down his cock. The only differences were the texture and the way that it covered all of his cock, all the time.

His hips twitched on their own, but the bondage of the shoelaces kept him too still for him to do anything. The laces ran up and down his cock, contracting and releasing faster and faster. His eyes rolled back in his head as his breath came faster and faster as well, his cock throbbing and oozing more than ever.

Go on, boy. Cum. Cum for your new masters.

"But -"

Cum! Cum, you perverted pup.

Cum for us, boner boi!

With all the stroking, all the shouting, all the commanding, there was nothing for it but to obey. Not that his body could do anything else, at that point. Crisp moaned loudly as his cock was forced over the edge, but yelped as the laces continued the torturous pleasure.

"No! Don't!"

We're not done yet. You're going for a full ten of these. And no breaks.

Crisp whimpered, yelping and whining as his oversensitive cock was pushed again, stroked faster, harder. Against his will, he could feel his will to resist draining away. He didn't know how long he could hold out; probably not long.

And the sneakers probably wanted it that way.

The End