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Enslaved by Feet By Draconicon

Carl hated summer. Not for the heat, though that was annoying at times. It wasn't the tourist season, either. That was a high point, because it meant that more things were going on, despite contributing to his problem.

No, what he hated about summer was that it was sandal season. Carl had suffered from a foot fetish from a very early age, and sandal season transformed every trip out of the house into an embarrassing venture. The human had a genuine fetish, rather than a kink that he really enjoyed, and having a sexy pair of bare feet in view - and in his eyes, almost any pair of feet was sexy - tended to end in bad decisions. Oh, he would have all the resolve in the world to not do something stupid, but as soon as a good enough pair of feet were in view...

He sighed. Now he was stuck on the boardwalk in the middle of tourist season, and there were way too many pairs of feet to tempt him. From the wolves and felines that were touring the coast town from further inland to the native sea dragons and cetaceans, there were more pairs of feet than he could easily count wandering up and down the streets, and very little way to avoid them short of just staring at the sky. Which, honestly, wasn't an option considering how bright the sun was shining.

"So much for getting shopping done before the rush started."

That had been his hope. If he'd been able to make the earlier bus to get home after shopping, he could have avoided this whole thing. A cashier determined to make him sign up for a reward's program and an old lady that hobbled slower than a tortoise had slowed him down enough to miss it, however, and now he was stuck. Waiting for the bus had never been so embarrassing, considering that he had an erection that grew a little harder every time his eyes dropped to foot level.

He groaned as a particularly attractive orca walked by, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

"Okay. Just...just relax, Carl. You can control this. You're not going to turn into a drooling idiot like last year."

The second the words passed his mouth, he slapped his hand against his face. No, no no no -

Too late. He squirmed on the bench as several perverted memories returned. There had been a nice dolphin around, and then the cetacean had put his feet up on the table and...

He couldn't remember much after that, but he'd seen the photos. Somewhere along the line, an orgy had broken out and he'd been right in the middle of it. Just thinking about it made his ass feel sore. It made his cock feel eager, too, but he tried not to think about that. It wasn't good to dwell on the past, particularly when it made his fetish even harder to resist than it already was.

"Just how long do I have to wait for a bus?"

"At least twenty more minutes. You in a hurry or something?"

Carl whipped his head around and immediately regretted it. A white dragon stood by the other end of the bus bench, one foot on the ground and the other on the bench. The dragon wasn't as tall as the stereotype of the species, but he was bigger than the human's petite height of 5'6". The muscles in his arms and legs were toned, and there wasn't an ounce of fat on him, as he could tell due to the dragon wearing nothing but swim trunks.

It wasn't the dragon's musculature or height that caught Carl's attention. No, that would have been the foot on the bench.

As far as dragon feet went, it was about as perfect as it could get. Three white toes were fanned out by the dividing lines of the sandal's structure, each one looking a bit thicker and softer than his own. The scales shimmered in the sunlight, and he wondered if it was from sweat or sea-water. Maybe both.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Uh..."

Carl shook his head as the dragon sat down beside him. With those tempting toes out of the way, his thoughts came through more clearly, and he blushed as he looked away.

"Do you need some help? You kinda looked like you were hallucinating or something."

"Hallucinating?"

"Yeah. It was like you thought might foot was a steak or something, the way that you were almost drooling."

His blush got worse. If it was getting that bad, he needed to get home in a hurry. Carl shook his head again.

"I'm fine. I just...I just need to get home soon, and I missed my last bus. Must be the heat or something getting to me."

"That'd be the first time I saw heat do something like that outside a cartoon."

"Seriously, don't worry about me."

"Well...if you say so." The dragon offered him a hand. "I'm Havok, by the way."

"Uh...Carl."

They shook hands before Carl looked away. He wished the dragon would leave. It was hard enough not to stare at the people across the street as they walked by, and he didn't know how well he could resist staring if Havok kept close. At least his feet were on the ground, though, instead of -

His thoughts trailed off again as he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked down instinctively and barely suppressed a groan. Havok's sandal dangled off his toes on the verge of falling off, allowing him a perfect view of the sole and heel, and even a different angle of the toes than usual.

Despite his common sense telling him to look away, he couldn't. His foot fetish had taken over, forcing him to stare at those tapping toes as they flicked up and down against the edge of the sandal. It was a smooth movement, never jerky, and Carl's head was filled with thoughts of those toes rubbing over his face, tapping against his lips, or maybe even -

"Geez, if feet bother you that much, just say something."

He blinked. "Huh?"

"If you have a problem with me wearing sandals, why don't you just say something rather than glare at my feet?"

"I don't have a problem!"

"Well, either you're bothered by it, or you're looking at them for some perverted reason."

"I-I don't have a foot fetish!"

This time Havok blinked.

Yeah, he isn't going to buy that, Carl thought as the dragon arched an eyebrow. He struggled to think of something else to say when Havok lifted his foot up a bit. The movement dragged his eyes right back to the scaly toes.

"You don't have a foot fetish?"

"N-no, I swear I -"

The sandal dropped, exposing the full underside of the dragon's foot. Carl groaned, pressing his legs together as his cock throbbed. He imagined those smooth scales pressed against his face, pinning him to the floor as he was forced to suck on the toes. They would tease his face, stroking his cheeks before slowly moving down his neck. The soft smell from them would linger in his nose as the toes pressed down over his crotch, and -

Carl snapped out of his lustful trance as Havok stood up. He shook his head. He tried to get to his feet, but he'd barely gotten halfway up before being pushed down, pinned in place by a sandal over his crotch.

"Heh, I think you do have a foot fetish. A really strong one."

Even though it was a sandal instead of a foot on his erection, he would bet Havok could feel how hard he was. His cock was sandwiched between the dragon's footwear and his crotch. He could already feel his pre oozing into his pants and making a wet spot.

"And you know what? I think I'll help you with that. If you help me first."

"H-help? What a-are you, some sort of t-therapist or something?"

"No, but I am a guy that likes a good little foot licker." Carl tried to protest, but moaned instead as the dragon ground his sandal against his crotch. "Heh, and I think you want some fun bad enough to do what I tell you."

There was no use denying that. His body made it quite clear what it wanted to do, though it had been doing that all day. He was tempted, so very tempted, but this was just how it had started last year. A nice pair of feet, an offer of some fun. It had sounded so harmless then, too, and he'd ended up in an orgy. It had taken him weeks to get out from under the blackmail that had given them. What if -

He bit his lip to stifle another moan as Havok pushed down on his cock again. At the very least, they needed to get out of the public eye before something more embarrassing happened.

"F-fine. What do you want?"

"Follow me, human. I know a little private spot where we can have some fun."

He was on his feet the moment Havok turned around, his eyes flicking up and down the sidewalk. No one seemed to have noticed what they were doing, which was something. Nobody would know that he'd almost lost control but Havok, and he doubted he'd ever see the dragon again if he ran off now. He should. This would only lead to more trouble, and he had enough of that. But...

But on the other hand...

Those feet drew him forward. The smooth soles, the shimmering white every time that the sun him them just right; they were irresistable to him. His fetish drove him to follow, his eyes locked on the bottoms of Havok's feet every time that he paused in a step, the sandals sticking to the ground and revealing the treasures that they protected. He couldn't not follow.

It's just a bit of fun, he thought. A bit of fun, and it'll be private, so I don't have to worry. He's not going to do anything bad...I hope.

They walked across the street and then down it, traveling a few blocks away from the bus stop. He wondered if he should be suspicious, but every time he got too tempted to leave, he would get another view of those sexy scaled feet, and it disappeared, buried under his fetish. He could wait a bit longer. At the very least, he should see where they were going before he made his decision.

A restaurant, a bookstore, a café; they passed by all sorts of businesses before Havok stopped. Carl almost ran into the dragon before catching himself, looking at the window.

"Lee's Gym?"

"That's right. I have a membership here, and there's a nice deal where I can bring someone here every month for free."

"Uh..."

"The locker room is nice and private at this time of day. We'll be able to have some fun there."

"O-okay."

Despite those assurances, he was still nervous. What if someone walked in on them? What if the gym owner decided that this was against the rules and called someone? What if -

"Hooooooooly cow."

He stared at people working out, his jaw dropping. The men and women working out were in various levels of fitness, but they were all barefoot. Considering some of the exercise machines and motions, it was impossible to avoid looking at some of them, and he could barely keep from drooling. His cock, already hard as a rock, threatened to punch right through his pants at the sight.

Havok had to drag him to the front desk. A snow leopard in a casual suit greeted them, nodding towards the dragon.

"I see you've chosen your monthly 'guest,' Havok. You remember the terms, I trust?"

"Yeah, yeah, I do. Don't worry about it."

"Hmmm, I would hope so. The last time you forgot them, I think you were limping for a week."

"That was a one-time thing, Kai!"

"Hmm hmm, so it seems. Much as I enjoyed teaching that lesson, I'd prefer you keep the rules in mind, and I'm glad you have."

Rules? Limping? Carl gulped. The snow leopard worried him, and it was almost enough to get him to leave.

A combination of a dragon claw through the belt loop of his pants and a contract pushed over to him stopped him in his tracks. He grumbled, rubbing his stomach where he was pulled up to the counter, but obediently read the contract.

It was concise and to the point. The rules were basic, just a reminder to clean everything up when he was done and not make a mess. Nothing at all out of the ordinary. Was he imagining things? Kai and Havok made it sound so much worse if he screwed up.

"So, are you going to sign that thing, Carl, or are you going to stand there all day?"

Carl quickly scrawled his name along the bottom of the page. No sooner had he lifted his pen from the paper than Kai took it away. His smile had a knowing air about it as he nodded.

"Everything is in order. Welcome to my gym. I hope you enjoy your time here."

Havok dragged him towards the locker room at a breakneck pace, forcing him to leap over several collections of weights. Despite his acrobatics, the human nearly bumped into a large tiger. The dark colored feline chuckled at him, and he swore he could feel the muscle-man's eyes on his back as he was tugged away.

At least the locker room was empty. The dragon pulled him past several aisles of lockers and benches, past the showers, and all the way to the back of the room before finally letting go. Rubbing his palm, Carl turned towards the entrance. From here, he could barely see the top of the door, and that was only if he craned his neck to peer over the lockers. Even the shower was difficult to spot from this angle. He felt a little safer; at least if anyone did come in here, the two of them wouldn't be so obvious.

He turned back to the dragon, about to thank him, and froze.

The sandals were off and the dragon's feet rested on the bench, pointed right at him. He caught the faint hint of musk coming off of the scales, and moaned as his eyes flicked over the smooth white scales along the underside. The sight alone drew him forward, but the small scent had his cock throbbing in his pants as he took a hesitant step closer, biting his lip to keep from panting.

"Heh, you definitely have a foot fetish, Carl. Hell, I might as well just call you Foot Man, considering how much you're staring at them."

There was no argument to be made against that. With his foot fetish making itself this obvious, he might as well have had a sign on his forehead saying, "Whore for feet."

As he kept staring at the dragon's feet, Havok shifted around. Carl barely managed to look up in time to see the dragon pull the front of his swim trunks down around his balls, letting his cock flop out. Though he didn't match the biggest cocks that the human had seen last year, the dragon had a pretty respectable cock. Bigger than his, at any rate, he observed with a blush.

"If you want my feet, you have a few things to do for me first."

"L-like what?"

"Well, for a start, I want you to start sucking my cock."

He knew it. He knew the dragon would want something like that. It was turning out just like last year, when he'd whored himself out to all those anthros to get a chance to play with their feet, and just like back then, he barely cared. If it meant that he would have a chance to play with those feet, he would do anything.

Falling to his knees, he crawled over to the bench. On all fours like a feral, Carl made his way over to the dragon as Havok turned on the bench, the anthro keeping his feet in the air and his cock pointed towards him. It was getting bigger and bigger, and added a new musk to the foot scent.

When he stopped between the dragon's legs, it had grown to seven inches long. It was bigger than the human's by a good few inches, and it gave off a stronger musk than the dragon's feet. Carl shivered as he leaned in, his nose bumping the underside. It was intimidating, and for a moment he considered leaving. His fetish wasn't worth this, was it?

Yes. Yes it was. He pulled his head back, but only to pull the pointed tip into his mouth. It was salty and warm right from the start, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants as he sucked on it.

His mind faded as he was filled with cock. His worries lingered in the back of his mind, but they were buried under his fetish and the taste of cock, letting him focus on the task at hand. He bobbed his head up and down, letting himself savor the taste of dragon cock. It was potent, fleshy but also salty with a slight hint of bitterness. He tasted the warm pre along the tip before he shoved himself forward, forcing it down his throat and leaving him with the weaker taste of arousal along the rest of the shaft.

"Heh, this isn't the first time you've swallowed an anthro cock, is it? Are you one of those humans that likes to sleep around with other species?"

Grunting in embarrassment, he tried to focus on just giving a good blowjob, but he couldn't shut out Havok's chuckles as he bobbed his head. He forced his head down to the balls, swallowing as he took the whole thing. The teasing was interrupted by a moan, but it returned with a vengeance as Carl pulled back.

"Geez, not even a gag reflex? You really are experienced."

"I..." He gulped as he pulled back, shaking his head. So hard to think. "I'm not -"

"A slut? For feet, I bet you're a hell of a slut."

Just like that, his objections evaporated. A dragon cock in his face, sexy feet in the air that he could see out of the corners of his eyes; they were just waiting for attention. For his attention. He bit back a moan, whimpering softly.

"You want my feet? Keep sucking me. When I cum down your throat, you can play with my feet, okay?"

"O-okay."

It was a risk, he knew that much. Havok might just be one of those anthros that was willing to play with a human but not give anything back. Even after giving his best blowjob, he knew that the dragon could easily just walk out, and there was no way he'd be able to stop him. But for a chance to play with those feet, he had to try.

Carl forced his head down to the base of the dragon's cock again, feeling the tip push into his throat. The tip was pointed enough to give him room to breathe, at least more than a human cock would. He took full advantage of that, deepthroating the cock with every bob of his head and slurping on it as loud as he could. When he wasn't bobbing his head, he was either licking around the tip or holding the entire length in his mouth and throat, swallowing around it and milking it for everything he could get.

At least that orgy was good for something, Carl thought as the dragon's cock throbbed against his tongue. He could measure how close the dragon was to orgasm, and he knew it wasn't going to be much longer until Havok blew his load. As much as he kept telling himself that he was just doing this for the footplay afterwards, he couldn't help but enjoy that thought. The dragon tasted good, after all.

But he had to hurry this up. Considering how thin the dragon's cock was, maybe he could pull off a trick he learned to speed this up.

Stretching his jaws as much as he could, he forced his tongue past the thin shaft, sticking it out of his mouth. It hurt to have his mouth open so wide, but if it worked -

"Ooooh, fuck..."

He likes that, he thought, just as thin fingers pressed against the back of his head. He was yanked back, but only for a moment before he was shoved down again, no longer bobbing his head so much as he was face fucked. Havok pulled him back again, almost pulling some of his hair out, but he barely cared. His cock throbbed in his pants still, and he craved that cock almost as much as he craved those feet.

It was clear that he wasn't even giving a blowjob anymore. The dragon was so far gone that he just wanted a hot hole for his cock, something to dump his cum in. Old Carl would have been embarrassed and humiliated by that. Foot Man Carl just took it with a grin and a hard-on, swallowing every time that the leaking tip forced its way back into his throat.

He wanted more. More cum, more pre, more something, so he started flicking his tongue over the dragon's cock, teasing it as much as he could between the hard thrusts into his throat. It kept throbbed against his tongue, oozing more pre to drink, and he swallowed it all. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the dragon's toes curl, and he would have grinned if his mouth hadn't been so full.

Suddenly, Havok pushed him down to the his cock and held him there. He was forced to swallow hard and repeatedly to keep his throat open, and he felt the familiar twitching and pulsing that preceded an orgasm. Carl's eyes lit up as the soft tell-tale bulge of seed slid up the shaft. YES! he thought.

Dragon cum splattered along the back of his throat as he swallowed, gleefully gulping down every bit of Havok's load. The taste was salty and thick, and maybe a little metallic, but he didn't care. He'd gotten the dragon off and fulfilled his part of the deal.

Havok let him up after a few seconds, and Carl pulled off of his cock with a gasp. As he wiped away any leftover spit from his lips, he looked up at the dragon.

"So...do I get to play with your feet now?"

"Considering how hard you were sucking me, I'm amazed you didn't cum in your pants. Get your clothes off first, then you can play with them."

"But you said -"

"Hey, if you take your clothes off, I can use my feet to get you off too. Or do you just want to lick my feet and get nothing back?"

"I didn't say that, I didn't say that! I'm stripping, I'm stripping."

He hadn't expected Havok to ask him to strip, considering all he wanted to do was play with the dragon's feet, but if there was a chance of a footjob too, he wasn't going to complain. Pulling his shirt off revealed a fairly average body - he hoped - though he felt self-conscious in front of the toned dragon. Unlike him, Carl hadn't been hitting the gym with any regularity, and it showed. He shook his head, trying to ignore the differences in their physique as he reached for his pants. As he pulled them down, the white dragon stifled a giggle.

"What?"

"Well, just...is that all?"

"Come on, don't do this."

"Seriously, though. What is that, three, four inches?"

"FOUR!"

"Touchy, touchy. Well, come on, get your underwear off, and let's finish this."

"If you didn't have the sexiest feet I'd seen in months..."

Havok raised an eyebrow, and he sighed. Yeah, I wouldn't buy that either.

Carl knew just how much smaller he was than any anthro in terms of 'equipment,' and it was part of the reason he didn't like going to the gym. Too many size comparisons. Yet, despite his embarrassment, his cock throbbed that little bit more, knowing he was smaller, weaker...less. He kicked his clothes off to the side before reaching out for the dragon's ankles. His breath came in soft pants as he pulled them to his face, shoving his nose against the scales.

The scent of scales and a softer odor of sweat filled his nose, drawing a moan from him. He buried his nose beneath the toes, drawing in long deep breaths of the moist scale scent. Everything in him begged for more.

"Geez, I've seen some foot freaks in my time, but you take the cake."

He whimpered, but the tease made his cock harder. He was a foot freak. A complete and total nut for feet. It was so humiliating but yet so sexy. He couldn't decide which he felt more, shame or arousal.

Figure that out later, he thought. Right now, he was finally getting what he wanted. As he kept breathing in the scent, he stuck out his tongue. He dragged it from the arch of the dragon's foot all the way up to the toes, leaving a wet spot along every scale he touched. The taste was almost as good as the scent, and he loved the way the scales flexed beneath his tongue. He licked again and again, dragging his tongue over the bottom of the dragon's foot until it was dripping with his saliva.

As he switched his attention to the other foot, Havok tugged against his grip. Whimpering, he tried to hold onto the spit-slicked foot, but the dragon was too strong. As he it pulled free, however, the dragon brought it down to the human's crotch, and Carl moaned as his cock was treated to a warm, moist foot.

"Hehehe, you like that, don't you, human? Keep licking that foot, and when you're done getting it wet, I'll make sure you'll get a good reward for all the stuff you've done for me."

"Mmm, thank you..."

"Thank you, 'sir.'"

"Thank you sir."

The dragon's chuckles were faint and far away to Carl. He was obsessed with fulfilling that request, and getting the full footjob that he'd earned.

Suddenly the toes curled around his nose and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. Every sniff was saturated with the scent of feet, scales, and a smattering of sweat. The human leaned back against the lockers, his hands twitching and shaking as they fell to his sides. It was sensory overload, pure and simple.

Having that foot in his face and at his crotch kept him from sliding down as his legs nearly gave out. Mostly it was the foot on his face, as the other was busy stroking his cock and leaving it slick with his pre and the saliva he'd left on the toes and sole. Three toes are perfect for this, he thought. The outer ones stroked the sides of his cock, while the middle rubbed along the underside or tease his tip. Which they did, ending each motion along his cock with a grind along his cock head with the middle toe.

Still, he didn't forget his responsibilities, though he was slower with that distraction. He kept licking the foot in his face, gradually 'cleaning' it and soaking it with his spit. The shimmering moisture he'd seen before had been replaced with strings of saliva, making it look all messy, like they were some pervert's toys.

He realized that they kind of were, and blushed.

After a few more licks, the second foot joined the first at his crotch, and Carl finally fell to his knees as Havok stopped holding him up. He knelt before the dragon as his cock was ground against and stroked by those perfect feet. It felt right to be on his knees in front of an anthro, particularly after servicing them and while getting a reward.

This is where I belong, Carl thought. He'd thought that once before, during that orgy last year. He shivered, part of his mind trying to argue and remind him that he'd regret this later.

But it wasn't loud enough to get around the incredible footjob he was getting. Carl leaned his head back as he moaned, his cock twitching between the dragon's toes. He was so close, so -

"Oooooh god..."

He came hard. His load splattered all over the soles of the dragon's feet and between his toes. White as the scales were, they couldn't disguise his load completely, leaving them looking messier than ever as Havok's feet were soaked with seed. He panted as his orgasm wound down, leaning back on his hands as the dragon pulled his feet back.

"Heh, so this is the little slut for the week."

Reality came crashing in at the sound of that purring voice. Carl slowly turned his head, still panting as he looked up to see not one, but eight anthros standing at the end of the bench. He'd never noticed them coming in.

Havok pulled his shorts back on and got to his feet, leaving cummy footprints as he walked to the shower.

"He's all yours, guys. Just make sure that you clean up afterwards. I don't want Kai Lee to think he needs to fuck me halfway to next year for breaking terms again."

"Heh, we'll see, draggy, we'll see."

A small blush bloomed on the white dragon's face at the muscular tiger's words, but he didn't respond as he walked away. The tiger turned his attention to the human, and Carl gulped as the towel-wearing feline and his entourage approached.

"Don't worry, human. You'll have a fun time with us...as long as you do what we tell you."

The End