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[b][u][center]The Denied Soles

For FriskeCrisps

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Draconicon groaned as he crossed the street, feeling the usual cracks and gaps in the concrete under his bare feet. Even with the protective scales that all dragons had, he could still feel the roughness, and it left him grumbling as he almost stuffed his toe on the opposite curb before hopping up.

“Ugh. City needs to fix that…”

Shaking his head, the black dragon turned his attention back to the apartment building down the road. Not much longer now.

He knew that most people would tell him to just wear shoes. He’d tell them to fuck off. Barefooting was better, and it was more fun, and besides…it was fun to show off his feet to the people that appreciated it. And sometimes it encouraged other people to start going barefoot and showing off to him.

The black dragon chuckled, shifting the grocery bags from one hand to the other and shaking the pressure-pain out of his fingers. If there was one thing that he enjoyed, it was seeing other people going around barefoot and bare-pawed. There was something about the free toes, the fact that they weren’t ‘supposed’ to be like that, and the way that the soles just seemed to…invite something.

Certainly invited his dick to get hard sometimes.

And with the ones that didn’t take off their shoes, when they finally did, it was like seeing something rare. Something different, something exotic.

[i]Heh, kinda like with Crisp…[/i]

The dragon shook his head at the thought of his wusky roommate. The hybrid was always wearing socks, at the very least, and there were nights when he went to bed with sneakers on. He didn’t think that it was from anything self-conscious; the wusky did know about his foot fetish, but that was secondary to everything else that they could have done. Hell, they’d done some intimate stuff in the past, and some of that was pretty personal, but Crisp wasn’t that self-conscious about it.

No, it was more the fact that Crisp was more into shoes than he was into anything else. Pity, too; the wusky had a nice pair of paws that were better suited to exposure than they were to being hidden.

[i]Still…was nice that one time…[/i]

Draconicon’s cock throbbed in his pants as he walked up the stairs of the apartment building, making his way to the top floor. He remembered how those fluffy paws had caressed his cock while Crisp was asleep. His roommate had been completely out of it, deep in dreamland, but his feet had seemed almost too eager to push against the dragon’s cock and feel the throbbing thing between them. Almost made him wonder if Crisp had a foot fetish himself that he didn’t want to talk about.

Of course, he’d never brought it up in the waking hours. Crisp probably didn’t even know it had happened, considering that he’d gone through a fair bit of effort to clean everything up afterward. Still…it was a fun memory.

Draconicon reached the top floor and the door to the apartment. He pulled his keys out of his pocket – adjusting his boner as he did – and dragged the door open. Using one foot to hold it open, he hopped inside, shut it behind him, and locked it tight.

“Crisp?”

No response. Either the wusky was out or he was sleeping. Either way, that meant getting no help with the groceries. Ah well. That was something of a regularity. Didn’t mind that much, though; it was his kitchen, and that meant that there was a certain price to pay over that dominion.

As he walked down the entryway and rounded the corner to the living room, however, he caught sight of the wusky on the couch. He was sleeping – not that rare to see, considering that Crisp had a night-shift job and ended up working until well past sunrise most of the time – but this time…

This time he was snoozing with no sneakers or socks on. His bare paws were completely exposed, toes pointed down, heels up, the paws just hanging over the edge of the couch. It was quite the sight, considering the soft fur between the toes, the plush sole, the fact that the wusky took such care of his paws completely evident. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were covered up all the time, Draconicon would have assumed Crisp wanted them to be seen and enjoyed. There was just too much care there.

His dick throbbed from the view, and he slowly put the bags down on the carpet. Smirking, he groped himself as he walked over to the couch, slowly teasing his cock with one hand and bringing the other to the button and the zipper. Wouldn’t take long to have a little fun, and then he could –

Crisp’s paws brushed against each other, and a green shimmer ran down from his heels. The wave of emerald light ran over his heels, his arches, and his toes, and as the light shimmered into being, it also hardened, becoming something more akin to shoes.

Then they were shoes. The Green Shoes, his little curse from his workplace, the same damn thing that kept getting in the way every other night that the dragon went to the bedroom and tried to get at those paws again.

“You…little…shits…”

He glared at the footwear, shaking his head at the white-soled, green-sided shoes that almost seemed to wiggle in teasing disdain of him. He wasn’t sure if the magic was intentionally cock-blocking him from the wusky’s paws, but there was a part of him that really felt like he was getting teased more than he should have been. Every time that he thought he had a chance, the Green Shoes manifested, and the only way to really get them off was to pull off serious magic that would always wake Crisp up.

The first time, he had been able to play it off. He doubted that he’d be able to pull off a good fib another time.

“You little shits are always getting in the way,” he muttered, his zipper down and his boner sticking out through the slit. “Why do you have to do this?”

The shoes swayed back and forth, almost like a kid going ‘nya-nya.’ He glared at them.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this now, are you?”

The shoes clicked the heels. It really, really felt like they were actually trying to get his goat, and it was working better than it had any right to.

“You little – oh, one of these days…”

His cheeks burned as he realized that he was arguing with a pair of shoes. Magic or not, the Green Shoes had never shown any real signs of sentience. Curse-hood, yes, considering that their magic laces had gotten in the way of him doing anything several times before, and more than once, the Green Shoes had forced him to grind on the treaded underside of those sneakers, but fucking hell, they were not supposed to be intelligent, let alone be capable of mocking him this way.

And yet, he felt as if they were, as if they were his personal bullies keeping the things that he wanted out of his reach. How was that for insanity?

Draconicon took a deep breath, closing his eyes and holding his hands out and away from him. He clenched them into fists, then let them loose, before finally reaching down and pushing his cock back into his pants and pulling his zipper back up. If the Green Shoes were going to be in the way, then there was no point in letting his cock hang out when Crisp could wake up and see what he was doing. He opened his eyes –

And the Green Shoes were gone.

The black dragon arched an eyeridge. No way that it was going to be that easy. He reached for his pants again, slowly pulling the zipper down –

There it was. As soon as the zipper started moving down, the shoes started taking shape again. He dragged the zipper halfway down, and the Green Shoes manifested halfway, running from heel to arch.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

He dragged the zipper around in comical fashion, and the Shoes kept appearing and disappearing in total relation to how far up or down the zipper was. As soon as it was all the way up, they were all the way out of the way. As soon as the zipper was partway down, they were covering most of the wusky’s feet.

“You fucking little shits…”

He swore that the shoes tilted upward, almost like some little brat smirking at him. Draconicon growled under his breath, pulling his zipper up the rest of the way and turning on his heel. Fine. He’d jerk off later and get rid of the tension down there. For now, he had groceries to put away.

Still, it was a pain in the ass to get this kind of teasing. Hopefully it wouldn’t last long.

#

It lasted longer than it had any right to. Throughout the day, Draconicon ended up finding himself staring at the sleeping wusky’s paws in positions that were painfully appealing to his libido, and while he heard Crisp moving around in the apartment, he never actually saw the wusky wake up.

He found him in the bath, covered in bubbles while his feet were hanging up over the edge of the tub and pointed toward the door. He took a step toward the napping canine, only for the Green to shimmer in teasing warning. He’d growled at the time and walked away, going back to work at his computer.

When he went to get a drink of water, he found Crisp with a pair of weights near his hand on the workout bench near the back of the apartment. Again, those bare paws were pointed right toward him, the toes half-curled, looking sweatier as if the wusky had been put through a workout. He could even smell a hint of that musk from the doorway as he looked down at the snoozing Crisp, but –

Flicker.

One step in, his boner crossing the threshold, and the laces began to wave from the top of his feet, the Shoes manifesting again. They curled up and around his soles, covering them, hiding them from the dragon’s eyes. He growled under his breath, flipped the Shoes the bird, and walked out of the room.

And then, during dinner, he saw Crisp taking a nap in bed. In his underwear. Feet hanging off the sides. Draconicon didn’t even bother going through the door that time, because he knew that the Green Shoes would take shape and tease the shit out of him again, but he groped himself as he cooked dinner, searing a pair of chicken breasts and dousing them with lemon and dill toward the end of the cook time.

[i]Those fucking shoes…[/i]

He’d never been so pissed off at a pair of footwear in his life. It was like the curse of the Green Shoes had become his personal enemy in this little domestic life between him and Crisp. For all that he enjoyed the bits of naughtiness between him and the wusky, Draconicon had never had quite this level of ‘need’ for the other man’s paws. He could have – and frequently did – enjoy the pleasures of other people, and he had no shortage of others that he could have invited to the apartment to enjoy. And there were even more that he could go and visit if he really needed some relief.

And yet, it was the fact that these ones were being denied him. And the way that they were being denied.

By shoes.

By fucking shoes.

He stirred the sauce he was making aggressively, too aggressively. A bit spilled out, instantly burning on the side of the stove, and the dragon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Steady, steady…It’s not that big a deal…it’s just a pair of paws…”

That he couldn’t have.

“Shut up. This isn’t the dark ages. Dragons can’t just take what they want anymore, and that wasn’t a good idea back then, either.”

Didn’t mean that he didn’t want to.

Didn’t mean that he didn’t wish he could.

“Crisp! Dinner!”

As he plated things up, the wusky emerged from the bedroom, bleary-eyed and clearly unaware of everything that had been running through the black dragon’s head all day. Draconicon preferred that; it was a little less humiliating to have all those horny thoughts kept private. He carried dinner to the table, and as he sat down, he felt a bit more grateful that he couldn’t see Crisp’s paws through the table. At least this way, he didn’t have to be teased the whole time.

“Dig in,” he muttered.

The familiar sounds of satisfaction at his cooking were a balm to the sheer frustration he was dealing with, but it was short-lived. As they tucked into the food, he kept thinking, not of Crisp’s paws, but of those fucking shoes.

[i]They’re probably on him right now, teasing me by keeping them covered just in case I try and sneak a glimpse at them while we’re eating dinner.[/i]

Covering those soft paws, keeping them from being out in the open, depriving him of the sort of pleasure that he honestly should be at least a little entitled to from all the stuff he did to keep them in the apartment in the first place. Cooking, cleaning, working, paying off rent with writing and –

The dragon groaned, shaking his head.

“You okay, Drac?” Crisp asked.

“Yeah, yeah, fine. Just having a lot of distractions at the moment.”

“Anything you wanna talk about?”

“Heh, nah. Just thinking about kinky shit.”

“Heh. Well, unless it’s about shoes, leave me out of it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

What a ridiculous moment, considering that it was actually about shoes to an extent for once, and he couldn’t actually bring it up without making something of a fool of himself. He would have laughed if it wasn’t so stupid.

[i]Those shoes, mocking me without even saying a thing. Maybe they are intelligent. Maybe they do know what they’re doing. Maybe there’s more than just a simple curse there, maybe they’re doing this on purpose just to fuck with my head and get me more and more riled up.[/i]

He thought of them now, thought of them shimmering into being. He imagined the part just under the toes splitting from the rest of the shoes and sticking forward a bit, almost like the shoes had come to life just to mock him and stick tongues out at him. He imagined trying to pull them off only for the enchanted laces to grab hold of his arms and pull them off to the side, and then trample on his dick.

Worst of all, he could feel his dick rising to those thoughts, something that it never had done before. His cock was getting stiffer and stiffer in his pants, and the dragon scooted his chair closer to the table, shaking his head as he did.

“Food good?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. Great.”

“Glad to hear it. There’s seconds in the pan if you want some,” he muttered.

“Mmmph…gonna grab that now, then.”

The wusky got out of his chair and walked around the table. Draconicon looked down before he could stop himself, and just as he expected, the Green Shoes shimmered into being just as his eyes caught the wusky’s toes. He swore that there was some tiny eye in the shoe design this time, pulled down and somehow laughing at him.

Thunk.

Crisp paused by the stove, looking over his shoulder.

“What was that?”

“No idea,” Draconicon lied, shaking his head as he poked his plate with his fork. “Probably nothing.”

Nothing, his ass. That had been his dick throbbing up and hitting the bottom of the table in pure frustration. Christ, this was getting out of hand. He was a goddamn dragon, for crying out loud. He wasn’t supposed to be the one getting teased like this. Either he did the teasing, or he just took what he –

[i]Stop, stop, stop…calm down, calm down. We aren’t like that. Not anymore. Dragons aren’t allowed to just take like that.[/i]

Didn’t mean that his libido didn’t want it. And it didn’t mean that his cock wasn’t throbbing at the denial and everything else at that moment.

#

The rest of the night was awkwardly quiet. Draconicon eventually took his leave from the table and went to his laptop to do more writing for the night, and the wusky went to play some games before conking out for the night. Apparently, he didn’t have work until the next day, and he wanted to catch up on some more sleep.

Draconicon stayed at his computer for a while, trying to find any and all distractions to keep him from going back to Crisp’s room and trying his luck again. It worked for a while, but the longer that he stared at new white pages, the more that he started to think about what he was [i]not[/i] doing, which was taking care of his dick.

He thought about changing over to some porn sights and jerking it to the latest videos, but that didn’t seem to scratch the itch. He thought about calling up some of the other friends with benefits – or even some of those that had pledged as slaves or service tops – to come over, but that didn’t feel right, either. No matter what he thought of, all his thoughts kept going back to those sneaker-covered paws a few rooms over.

“Ugh…”

The complete obsession that had settled in was driving him crazy. While yes, dragons were prone to getting obsessions and focusing in on one thing, he usually managed to avoid that sort of problem. He had so much variety in his friends and in the things that he had available to him that he more often suffered from choice paralysis than anything else, and he preferred it that way, because –

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

“You shut the fuck up,” he muttered at his boner, glaring at the throbbing thing in his jeans. “You have been getting far too aggressive over the last few hours.”

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

Draconicon grumbled, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling. When these obsessions settled in, there were really only two choices in how to handle them: he could either indulge it and get it to go away almost immediately, or he could fight it and wait for upwards of a month for the urge and desire to fade away.

Neither of those were good options. This was enough of a distraction already, and he knew that it would only get worse for weeks before it finally started to turn a corner. That would make the writing harder, it’d make the cooking more annoying, and it’d make any and all jerk-off sessions that much less satisfying. He’d be in a fugue of sorts for the whole time, and be utterly useless in so many ways.

On the other hand, he knew that if he just indulged, it’d be the same as what all the other dragons that forced themselves on others did, and that wasn’t a great idea, either. Doing the one thing with Crisp when he was sleeping had been enough. Doing it again, even with a better reason, was worse.

And yet…

And yet…

And fucking yet...

The black dragon pushed himself away from his desk, getting to his feet and walking away from his computer. He drifted down the hall, turned toward the bathroom –

And then he passed Crisp’s room, and he looked in, and –

“Fuuuuuuck…”

He wasn’t even being denied by the Green Shoes this time. The wusky was just wearing ordinary sneakers to bed, his paws covered up, nothing to be seen, the laces and aglets hanging down and looking no more magical than the carpet itself. Despite it all, Draconicon’s cock throbbed so hard that the button on his jeans actually broke off, flying away and falling to the carpet.

His jeans hit the floor a second later, his boner standing out in his briefs as he just stared. Something grabbed hold of him, and without thinking, he stepped into the wusky’s bedroom, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“Not even the Green ones. Just…you…”

Draconicon stopped at the foot of the bed, his breath coming in soft pants and huffs. His cheeks burned as he realized how close he was to just ripping those sneakers off and making use of those paws again. It had only been once in the past, and it had been nice, but there were so many other feet out there, so many other paws he could play with, and yet…

Yet he was here.

Staring at those shoes.

Getting turned on at the denial.

His imagination was running wild, imagining the shoelaces running out from the sneakers and wrapping around his hands again. It was so real that he could almost feel it, the familiar rustling sound filling his ears as the aglets tied themselves tight around his wrists, sliding through the laces and pulling his arms behind his back.

He imagined the other laces pulling at his bulge, rubbing over his underwear and teasing him harder and harder. The dragon growled under his breath, his breath coming harsher and louder as he moved closer and closer to the shoes, thinking of them just…taking control, binding him, restraining him. Dragon that wasn’t taking what it wanted could be restrained, should be held back, teased and denied.

Teased and denied.

Teased and denied.

His cock bobbed up in his underwear, the tip of the tent getting wet with pre-cum. The black dragon clenched his fists tighter, nails starting to dig into his palms. He shook his head, but the mental images kept hitting him, almost like the Green Shoes were there rather than the sneakers, reminding him that he didn’t have permission. No toes or soles for him, just the grinding treads of the shoes.

Just the laces stroking his cock.

Just the giggling teasing of the shoes mocking him for being a –

“Rrrrr…”

The deep growl that escaped him rattled through his bones and scales, and as it did, he felt something shift. The obsession, not so much, but something about the Shoes…something about the way that he was being denied…

Draconicon slowly turned his head to the barely-visible mark glowing through the sneakers. The spell on Crisp from his job, the thing that summoned the shoes in the first place…that was what had been affecting him. That power was making him enjoy the denial more than taking what he wanted…

And the growl had broken that spell. Which was…not as good a thing as one would think.

“You think you can stop me…think again…”

With another growl, Draconicon ripped the sneakers right off the wusky’s paws. The soft fur and twitching toes and the lovely soles were right there, and he wasn’t going to hold back anymore.

Something else, something feral, seized hold of the dragon as he grabbed both of Crisp’s paws and pushed them together, grinding them against the sides of his cock. He leaned over the edge of the bed and humped with abandon, his eyes closed and his mind completely focused on the feeling of those fuzzy paws pressed against his cock.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

He lost himself in it, growling deep in his throat as his cock spurted pre-cum faster than usual. He could feel it dripping down his cock, over the soles, and it was probably dripping to the floor as well.

He didn’t care. He was getting what he wanted.

As he humped away, he could feel the magic in the mark trying to spread again. Draconicon pressed his thumbs into the clover-mark, shaking his head.

“Fuck you…fuck you…mine…mine, mine, mine…”

He kept grinding and thrusting, pushing his cock between the wusky’s arches, his balls slapping against the toes as he fucked that little channel between the canine’s paws. Each thrust took him closer and closer, the fur getting wetted down by his pre-cum, and his jaw clenched tighter as he got closer and closer.

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

Forward, back, forward, back, getting closer and closer as his cock throbbed like mad. It felt so hard, and he could feel how slimy he’d already left the wusky’s paws. There was no way that he was going to be able to hide this. Hell, he didn’t want to hide this. If Crisp was staying here, these were his. They were his to use. Dragon rules, dragon hoarding rules, and he was going to –

Hump, hump, hump. He couldn’t stop, his hips bucking forward and back faster than ever. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as his orgasm rolled around the bend, his balls pulling up, and –

“RRRR!”

It was too much. He finally went over the edge, leaning forward and huffing as he did. Pulse, pulse, pulse went his cock, spurting cum all over the wusky’s paws, smearing them in slime and marking them in a way that the Green Shoes wouldn’t be able to take away when they reformed. Hell, they’d just be soaked if Crisp tried to put the Green Shoes on, and that was a thought that pleased him more than he expected.

As he huffed and puffed in post-orgasmic afterglow, the wusky groaned, slowly pulling his head from his pillow. He curled his toes –

Squelch.

Then froze. He curled them again, hearing the sound, and slowly turned around. Draconicon chuckled.

“…Did you just…” Crisp curled his toes again and groaned. “Please tell me you didn’t damage the shoes.”

“…Well, depends. Does cum dripping inside damage them?”

“…You’re getting me a new pair of shoes.”

“Long as you keep wearing this pair.”

“No way. I’m not –”

“You are.”

The obsession was already dying down, but that old bit of dragon, that part that all dragons had that demanded to own whatever it was that caught their fancy, was still there for the moment. It was the part that reached out and grabbed Crisp by the ankle, and it was the part that was talking right then.

“You will keep wearing those. Not always, but sometimes. Because every so often…you’re going to do this again. And it’s time for you to start learning how to use your feet more often.”

“…Drac?”

“Heh…you want me to be turned on by shoes? This might be the only way that you can make it happen. So…think about it…I’m going to take a shower. See you.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Draconicon has a bit of a paw frenzy with his roommate, but a pair of enchanted shoes get in the way.

Tags: M/M, Shoe Fetish, Shoe Denial, Foot Focus, Paw Fetish, Footjob, Humiliation, General Denial, Denial, Draconicon, Dragon, Wusky, Crisp, FriskeCrisp, Shoelaces, Semi-Edging,