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The Problem of Sensitive Soles

Part 2

For Engy

By Draconicon

With the announcement that his city - his city! - would be going through a 'week of fetish', Draconicon knew that he had to find somewhere to hide out for a little while. At least until the day was over, when he could find someplace or someone to take control of for a while. He hoped that he could still do that, considering -

"Mmmph..."

One step along the sidewalk sent a shiver through him, one that left him curling his toes and scraping his toe claws against the pavement. The feeling of the hard, slightly rough stone reminded him of some of the 'punishments' in that other world, and he huffed as he felt his cock twitching in his robe, wanting it again. His submissive side was out in full force, wanting to show off, wanting to be taken advantage of. Hell, it wanted to find that demon that had come through the paths between worlds and -

No, no, no.

An alley would be good for now. Then he could rest, get some of his magic back, and figure out where he had popped into. The city was large, after all, and he had no idea just where he was at the moment. Draconicon glanced around, taking in the street and the buildings, and spotted a place between a house and a shop that looked just side enough for someone to hide in. He walked over to the alley, slipped inside - doing his best to ignore the little throbs and twinges from his sensitive soles in the process - and made his way behind a series of cans and dumpsters. Beyond thankful that they had been emptied today, he sat down with his back against the wall to catch his breath.

As he leaned his head back, he was all too aware of the slight tingle and itch that ran through his feet. More of the magic from the ankle shackle, he was sure. It missed the other shackle of the pair, the one that would mark his feet as helpless, waiting to be owned, and seal his magic off as a proper Barefoot Bitch. Helpless, nothing but a dirty-soled slut waiting to be used by its owner.

He gritted his teeth, curling his toes again at that thought. His hole clenched, his cock throbbed.

I really need to do something about this. I have way too much interest in someone just...shoving me down like this...

Glancing down at his soles, he could see that they were already getting a little bit marked. Some of the street-dust had started clinging to the sweat and spit left over from Engy's teasing in the lab, making his already-dark feet look like they were blackened, a little bit like burnt food on the grill. It made him feel dirty.

It made him feel naughty.

He reached down, testing his luck, and he found that the spells were still active. He couldn't so much as touch his own soles, not even with the purpose of giving them a gentle rub. The spells kept him from cleaning them, tending to them. After all, a Barefoot Bitch was supposed to allow their owners to tend to their feet, and no others.

Goddammit...

And that announcement, reminding everyone that someone that went barefoot right now was just asking for it, that it was an unofficial-official way of basically walking around in nothing but a collar, asking for it and giving consent to be used...

Fuck, he was going to have a hard time keeping people from using him. He was going to have a very hard time with that, indeed.

Shaking his head, he got back to his feet. He could feel the little bits of rubbish along the ground, a sticky bit of old gum, a bit of a half-broken bit of ceramic that ground against the arch of his foot. It felt like -

A bat loomed over him from the base of the bondage table, grinning at him as he dragged the blunt side of a torture tool along the bottom of his foot. The thing would never cut his scales, but he knew that he'd feel it. The slight threat, the offer of marking his soles with a letter that would stick around for some time, a painful torment that would leave no confusion as to who owned his soles -

Draconicon slapped the back of his head. Not all the teases from that other world had been pleasant, and not all the people there had brought pleasure. That said, it had been the exception rather than the rule to run into assholes like that one.

He was just starting to get his head on straight when he felt that tingle behind him. The shadowy demon creature had found him. Turning slowly, he saw the floating cloud of darkness at the other end of the alley, green eyes fixed on him. Draconicon shook his head, slowly crossing his arms over his chest.

"What do you want?"

Mmm, what do I ever want, dragon? The chance to see someone like you fall, to enjoy yourself.

"I enjoy myself just fine at the top."

I doubt that.

"Well, doubt away. I'm going to get out of this before long."

Shall we put a little wager on that, oh he of the big dumb feet.

The dragon's toes curled, and he felt a little pull at the back of his mind. He blinked, feeling a new bit of magic, and he slowly went wide-eyed.

"Oh, you bastard..."

Yeeeees.

"When did you do that?!"

When you were out of it...when you were cumming your brains out to your feet being teased. And they will be teased more. After all, such huge soles will hold the attention of everyone, won't they?

"They're not that big!"

Oh, they are. Huge, aren't they? Eye-catching, and filthy. Big feet, small brain.

The black dragon gritted his teeth, his toes curling. The demon chuckled.

And such honest toes. Nobody will believe that you don't want this with such honest feet, curling and wrinkling every time that someone insults you.

"I...will...not..."

Oh, you will. Particularly as your feet get more sensitive...and bigger...and you get dumber...

Draconicon shook his head. Now, he knew the game being played. He was being displaced, a bit of revenge for all the chaos that he had caused in that other world during his escape, he imagined. The demon had placed a little curse on him, a spell from that other world.

It was amazing how different concepts remained the same even if they were altered by different cultures. The way that some people looked at big-breasted, big-lipped women in his world, that world had looked at men with big feet. The bigger the feet, the more hedonistic and stupid the man was assumed to be. He had been rather large-soled to start with, but the more that they had worked his feet, the more that they had stretched his soles to show them off, the more that he had felt...felt his mind slipping. It had taken so much effort to pull his mind back together, to feel like himself again, and the demon had placed the familiar curse on him to start him down that path once more.

He had to focus. He had to keep himself from losing everything that he had gained, just for the sake of...of pleasure.

Shaking his head, the dragon gestured at the green-eyed demon, drawing on what magic he had left. The demon shimmered.

What, you're going to fight me? Here, in public, where you might lose?

"Are you going to try your luck, fighting me where you could lose, and I could get away?"

It seems that we're at an impasse, dragon.

"Only if you stick around."

Luckily for me, I don't. I think someone else will do all the work for me, in very short order.

Before he could ask what the demon meant, the dark cloud began dissipating. It was gone in less than a handful of seconds, leaving him alone in the alley. He shook his head, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the wall of the building behind him.

Figure out what he meant later. Figure out where you are now.

That was the important thing. He closed his eyes tighter, focusing on his surroundings as he extended his magic out from him. If he was in a shopping district of the city, then he had options. He had places he could go. If he was in residential areas, then he had quite a few less options. But almost anywhere would be good, save for -

"Shit..."

Draconicon sighed. Well, this was just about par for the course.

He could feel the pleasure in the various buildings and houses around him. Those that were not stores were still 'businesses', though they were run in a very different way to the shops that were present up and down the city streets in the other districts. The various shops weren't selling items, at least not primarily. They were selling flesh.

He'd arrived in his own Red Light District, which meant that all the shops were homes of some sort, which meant no entering anywhere without an invitation, and that meant that he couldn't really get a hiding place, either. Not without taking control of someone else and making them invite him in. Not impossible, considering his reputation as the owner of the city and a powerful dominant, but...

Well...

The barefoot thing was going to be a problem. He had to find someone before they found him, use a bit of his magic, and -

"Mmmmm, now that's what I like to see..."

Draconicon froze, his thoughts forcibly paused as he slowly turned to face the other end of the alley. Silhouetted against the taller, two-story brothel that abutted the sex toy shop on one side and the private home, AirBNB, one-person brothel on the other was a rat. Not a very well-off rat, either, judging from the scuffed pants that he wore, the fact that he went in flip-flops in the back-alleys, and the way that he was smudged all over with sweat stains that ran up his chest and along his sleeves. He had a greasy look to him, his fur pulled back and held in place by it, and his tail twitched as he looked the dragon in the eye.

"Well, well. Looks like I just found my first whore."

"What? The hell you have," the dragon said, his cheeks burning.

"Heh, well, I ain't the one barefoot here, am I? Now, you gonna be a good bitch and go along with our glorious overlord's rules, or am I gonna have to call him?"

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Come on, show me those big dumb feet of yours."

His cock twitched, and the rat obviously spotted it. The rat smirked, reaching into the pockets of his tight shorts, pulling out a gold ring.

"See, I'm looking to open a brothel of my own. You got the looks. Got a good ass there, too, and if you're already showing those bitch-feet of yours -"

"Stop...nnngh...stop talking."

"Hey, big guy, just offering you a job. Come on. I'll give you something for showing off those feet for a minute."

Show off your feet.

Show off your feet.

The dragon groaned under his breath. The whole thing was stupid. He needed to...he needed to find someplace to stay, somewhere out of the way so that he wasn't going to be spotted by everyone. Showing off his feet was a bad idea, a really, really bad idea, and if he got too far into that -

"Come on. You need a job, don't ya? Lemme see if those feet are worth employing."

"Why...my feet?"

"Gotta aim for a niche, ya know? All kinds of fetish brothels around here, but for all the head honcho's got a thing for feet, ain't got a lot of foot fetish places. Gotta go where there's an opening. Ya got the size, now, lemme see what they look like."

The rat must have been sneaking closer the whole time, because no sooner had he made the 'request' than he shoved the dragon. Hard. Draconicon had been so lost in his head, fighting the urges that his submissive side had to show off, not to mention his own exhibitionist tendencies, that he didn't even put up a fight. He went over with a yelp, falling on his back and narrowly avoiding crushing his wings. The rat stepped up, grabbed him by the shackle...and stared.

Draconicon knew that look. He'd seen it before in the other world. Sluts that were to be punished were shackled with a curse of desire, forcing people to fight over who would own that slut. They would be used, hard, pushed to the limits of what they could take because of the obsession that was born in those that saw them. The rat was looking right at his feet, his eyes narrowing, his lip pulling up in a slow snarl.

"Mine," the rat growled.

"Nngh. Fat chance."

"No, dragon. These feet are mine, now."

"Bull - mmmph!"

The rat grabbed him by the sole, digging his claws in and scraping along the bottom of his foot. The scratch, the roughness, was just painful enough to drive the sensitivity spell into a different direction, and his own stupid masochistic tendencies -

Well, they affected his cock, making it rise, making him throb as he puffed and huffed through clenched teeth. The feeling of the rat's possessiveness down there was something pretty damn new, and...well...

It worked.

He stopped trying to pull his foot back, at least for now. No point in humiliating himself further as the dirty rat gripped his foot, as the rodent leaned in and sniffed his foot. The rat grinned.

"Mmm, nice and filthy."

"Fuck..."

"All dirty, dusty, sweaty. Just like a proper whore's feet should be."

"I'm not that dirty."

"Heh, wrong, dragon. These feet are filthy. Just like you're going to be. A good, dirty dragon. A good dirty Barefoot Bitch."

He groaned, curling his toes, and the rat cackled.

"Oh, yes. You love it. Oh, I'm going to make so much money off of your sexy feet, little bitch. I can't wait to show you off. Dirty little bitch, with his dirty - heh, not so little feet, are they? Big dumb feet, just waiting to get covered in cum."

The rat stepped forward before he could argue, sliding his sandal off and pressing one large foot right against the dragon's crotch. Kicking the robe open, the rat stood on his cock, pressing down on the firm piece of flesh and leaving the dragon mage shivering as he felt those toes curling around the head.

"Heh, big dick to go with those big feet. Not that big a brain, though."

"You'd be...Nnngh...surprised. Get off me."

"No way."

"I said, get off!"

He managed to thrust his hips up, getting a shock of pleasure as he rolled out from under the rat. However, he barely managed to roll onto his stomach before the rat was standing on his back, instead, kicking his robe up and showing off his ass instead of his cock.

"I didn't say that you could go, you stupid little barefoot slut."

"Nnngh. Get off me."

"No."

The rat's dexterous toes were working along his ass cheeks, pushing at them until -

"AH!"

The dragon froze, staring straight ahead as one long toe pressed against his pucker. He arched his back, not quite enough to push the rat off this time, and he stayed very, very still as he felt the digit rubbing against his hole. The rat's tail grabbed him by the shackled ankle, too, pulling his leg up and his foot into the air.

"You're mine, dragon. I'm going to 'hire' you as my first whore, you got it?"

"..."

"I bought these rings special. Put 'em on a bitch, and they gotta do what I say. You wanna be a whore?"

"I...I..."

"Come on. You're going barefoot in the Red Light District. You ain't gonna be a tease about it, are ya? You know what it means."

Draconicon groaned under his breath. If he could just think -

But every time that the rat started talking about how he was barefoot, every time that he felt that toe rubbing against his rim, every time that he felt those claws scraping against his feet, punishing him for showing off without actually following through, it just made his cock throb all the harder. The fact that he was face-down against the concrete didn't help. Little bits of discomfort only added to the masochistic glee that his submissive side felt by being pinned and used like this.

"Nnngh..."

"Come on, just give in. Let me take you."

Let him. That had...that had to mean something. Something that he could use if he just -

"AH"

The dragon gasped as the rat forced a toe up his ass, leaving him shivering. It had been a while since he had taken more than toys back there, since he had allowed his harem to dom him and give him a good dicking, but his body remembered. His hole clenched hard around that bald digit, taking it in, and then sucking, pulling around it, begging for more, something bigger, something thicker.

"Hehehe, looks like your ass knows what it wants. Come on, dirty little slut. Barefoot slut. Lemme ring you and put you to work."

He kept asking, and the dragon's head kept fogging up. Past and present were melding together, making it hard for him to think of anything but how it had felt when he had been ringed and used, held in bondage and made to work with his body. God, that had been so much humiliation, but at the same time, so much...

So much pleasure...

"Nnngh..."

"Is that a yes, dirty-foot?"

"Nnngh...it's a...yes..."

"Great!"

Draconicon felt the ring pressing against his big toe, something cool against the fading warmth of the day, and then it pushed down. It tightened, too, pulling tight and firm against the base of his toe, almost as if it was shrinking and collapsing against his skin. He gasped as it tingled, flaring with magic as the rat hopped off him, pulling his toe free at the same time.

The black dragon slowly rolled onto his back, pulling his robe closed. The rat chuckled.

"Uh-uh. Take it off."

"Wha - oh, fuck..."

The dragon could feel his arms moving to follow the rat's orders. He could slow them down, he realized, but they weren't going to stop. So, this time, he allowed it. His robe came free, falling to the ground as the rat walked around him.

"Fucking hell, I hit the jackpot with you. You know, you've got a pretty hot cock for a bitch."

"I'm not a bitch. I'm -"

"Yeah, yeah, you had a different name. From now on, though, I'm just calling you by your work name."

"...Work name?"

"Yeah. Foot Freak."

"But that's not -"

"It's your name now, Foot Freak. I don't want to hear you talking about yourself by any other name, got it? It's Foot Freak, until you're off the clock."

...Fuck.

For all that he was the overlord of Maiyone, for all that he had built the city, not everybody knew what he looked like. They knew that they had a dragon overlord, and they knew that they had a dragon that looked after them, but they didn't all know who he was. The rat obviously didn't, and he had been effectively forbidden from bringing up who he was, what he did.

Goddammit...

He could all but hear the demon cackling in the distance. He had been effectively checkmated in just a few minutes.

Effectively. Not entirely. There were always loopholes, if he could just focus enough to find them.

"Come on, Foot Freak. We're gonna show off those soles of yours and get me some business."

Waved to follow the rat down the street, the dragon had little choice in the matter. He looked over his shoulder at his abandoned robe, watching it disappear in a flicker of black fire. It would be going back to the skyscraper, back to his room.

Well, at least nobody would be stealing it. That was valuable.

It was as humiliating as one could have imagined. Draconicon, the great dragon mage, was standing on an improvised stage near the center of the Red Light District. He was surrounded by other people giving blowjobs on pedestals, by others in bondage stocks that were getting fucked up the ass, while he...he was made to stand there, waiting for commands from his new 'employer,' Nelson. The rat grinned, rubbing his hands together as the various customers that wandered through the square all paused to look at the naked black dragon.

Draconicon, for his part, was trying not to get too erect. The fact that he was naked in public always gave him a semi-hard-on, but that didn't mean that he wanted it to get worse. He was barely keeping control of himself as it was, and the moment that he started to get hornier would be the moment that he started giving in to the barefoot bitch control. He groaned, feeling his fat cock bouncing slightly, the foot-long piece of flesh twitching up and down, but mostly pointing down for the moment.

"Alright, Foot Freak. Ready to get some money?" Nelson asked.

"Fuck you," the dragon muttered.

"Later."

"I swear, you have no idea what you're doing."

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing. I've been planning how to get this brothel off the ground for years. I just needed the right first whore."

"Mmmph..."

"Now, Foot Freak. I want you to dance. Show off. Make sure to flash those filthy soles of yours at the crowd. Let them see what kind of dirty freak you are. Make sure that they see that you'll do just about anything, you barefoot bitch. And one more thing."

"What?"

"Go soft."

Draconicon's eyes went wide as he felt his cock losing that stiff feeling that had been running down the sides and core. He looked down, not just seeing his cock slowly losing life, but also seeing the ring on his big toe glowing for a moment as its magic forced him to obey his employer.

"Nnngh..."

It was a sickening, yet arousing feeling to have his stiffness taken from him. His erection faded away, his cock going from its foot-long, semi-hard state to a completely soft, flaccid, eight inch state that still hung down quite heavily over his balls. His toes curled, and Nelson clapped his hands.

"Yes, yes, that's just what I thought. Love it, don't you?"

"Stop...staring..."

"Heh, well, start dancing."

The dragon's body started moving, and knowing that he had very little chance to do anything about it, Draconicon just went with it. He could already feel the tension in his legs, muscles doing what they would, following the order of the rat. He went up on his tiptoes, showing off the bottoms of his feet.

It felt...weird...dancing for people just to see his feet again. Draconicon had done this sort of thing as a tease for his harem once or twice, something to show off his cock, even to show off his ass to a couple of enemies that stood no chance of getting it, but he hadn't danced to show off his feet in a very long time. Moving from tiptoe stance to tiptoe stance, he turned to show the bottoms of his feet, exposing them from heel to the ball of his foot, stretching to make the line of his arch pop a bit.

People started to wander over to their stand, looking at him on the platform. Their eyes flicked to his ass, and then to his soft cock. He felt a bit of shame, feeling like his cock should be hard, like he was somehow less without that hard-on.

And then their eyes went to his feet...and they stared.

Fuck...fuck...

Draconicon knew the pleasures of exhibitionism, knew how much he enjoyed being watched, enjoyed. He had gotten people off by having them stare at his cock or his swaying ass many times before. He had used his feet to get some of his harem sluts off by giving them footjobs or kicking his toes right up their assholes. He had used his feet, yes, but he'd never had them desired to this extent by the general public.

Not until now, at least.

He groaned as he moved from stance to stance, dancing faster. His feet were starting to sweat, and the general public started to get stiff, hard-ons pointing at him, pussies showing through pants. Some of them started fondling themselves as they stared at his feet, stallions and elephant showing their dicks through their pants and coming close to ripping through their clothes as he kept dancing.

Draconicon moved to the edge of his stage, extended one leg, and all hell broke loose. A stallion grabbed for him, seizing his leg and pulling him forward. He stumbled backwards, almost falling over, only for a bull to shove the horse out of the way and lean in, dragging his tongue along the dragon's foot -

"Ah!"

Draconicon moaned before he could stop himself, trying to cover his mouth as his foot was teased. The feeling of that tight grip around his ankle was almost as good as the shackle on the other foot, and his cock spat pre-cum down his leg as the bull managed another lick.

Then the bull got shoved out of the way, and the black dragon fell back against the stage. His feet were just out of reach, and the crowd would have pushed forward if it wasn't for Nelson joining them, standing up between the dragon and the eager people that wanted to play with his feet.

"Gentlemen, ladies, we can make this work," the rat said. "This is a business, after all."

"Fifty for that dragon to stand on my face!" a bull shouted.

"Two hundred to feel those feet wrapped around my cock."

"A grand to have him in the stocks with his feet out, waiting for me to play with them!"

They were going fast and furious with their bids, and Draconicon somehow knew that this had been the plan. He didn't know if Nelson had been sent by the demon, or if the rat was just profiting from the demon's work, but there was some sort of foreknowledge that his feet were magical going on. The rat looked back at him with a knowing glance, and then looked back at the audience.

"I'll have the dragon set up in some stocks later," Nelson said. "Right back at the alley of Cock Ave and Bitch Street. You can't miss it."

The crowd started dissipating after that, particularly after it was clear that they weren't going to be able to snag the dragon for their personal pleasure right then and there. They still glared at his feet in the way of someone narrowing their eyes at something that they were tempted to steal regardless of their rightful owners. Draconicon shivered, feeling...

Feeling oddly desired, in a way that he hadn't felt for some time. It was a horrifying sort of pleasure, something that he knew that he needed to watch out for, but which had already intoxicated him to a great extent. His toes curled just thinking about it, knowing that someone else might want to try and take him, use him, break him.

I'm the leader of a city...I don't want to be broken...

But he wanted to go through the process of breaking...of being humiliated...used...

There was no point in that sort of pleasure without some extreme stakes. No point in just being subby for being subby. He liked the way that it affected so much more, how he had been able to be...be taken...pushed...enslaved...

His submissive side was going mad. He wanted to be responsible, his dominant side wanted to take care of things, but this part of him...it needed this satisfaction, this push, this general debauchery that could only happen when it was taken to this extreme, that no 'friend' could easily give him. Only enemies, only the things in the dark that were waiting to do things to him and others...only that could bring this level of satisfaction.

Nelson knelt by him, rubbing his head and shaking his own.

"You are going to bring me so much money, Foot Freak. I'm going to enjoy seeing them use you over and over again."

"Nnnngh...I'm going to..."

"You're going to enjoy it. You're going to cum from those big stupid feet getting used, and you're going to cum so hard that you forget everything else but using those feet. That, I promise you." The rat chuckled. "But first...I think we need to do something to get them good and ready for this. A little bit of conditioning, some proper stains and marks...and maybe some potions...and most of all, we need to get them bigger."

"B-bigger?" Draconicon stammered.

"Oh, yes. A whore's feet should be the most noticeable thing that they have. No point in shrinking down that big dick of yours, or your ass - they're too sexy - but I want to make sure that they all pay attention to those big, dumb feet. Make sure that they have good targets to aim for. After all, barefoot bitches like you should have feet that can never be hidden. Always showing off how naughty you are..."

The thought of having his feet pushed to that level of exposure, combined with the fact that the rat had already taken away his ability to get hard, spoke of some serious conditioning. The idea that there were going to be other marks made on his feet made him think of many different possibilities, from simple body-paint to the pain-pleasure of a tattoo gun going crazy on the bottom of his feet. The very idea...

The very idea...

Well, it had his cock twitching in short order, and he was shamefully dripping as Nelson ordered him to follow, and the toe-ring made him do it.

The End

Summary: The demon and a rat push Draconicon further and further down the path of submission, and it becomes harder and harder to think clearly enough to find a way forward.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, Nudity, Body Control, Toe Ring, Foot Fetish, Series, Musk, Sweat, Dirty Feet, Barefoot, Exposure, Exhibitionism, Dancing, Dragon, Rat, Demon, Various Species, Prostitution, Anal, Forced Limp,