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Mastered by Mice for FriskeCrisps by Draconicon

Crisp took a deep breath after he got off the school bus. While high school had been a drag, he almost wished it wasn't over yet. He looked at the small house he lived in, specifically at the door, and shuddered as he took small, mincing steps towards it.

It wasn't that he was worried about family. He'd lived on his own for a while now, managing to pay for the house through luck and hard work. He wasn't worried about some partner, as he lived alone. Or had, until recently. Nor was he worried about some violent pet, the way some comic strips might have presented things. No, what he was worried about was something far stronger, far more difficult to deal with than that.

The wolf stopped at the front door, his hand resting on the knob. His cheeks were already burning, and he shuffled back and forth as little, grasping fingers pinched him and squeezed him beneath his clothes. He winced, biting his lips as tiny teeth and miniature claws raked over his flesh, barely getting through the fur but still far enough for him to feel them.

A white furred face popped out of the collar of his jacket, and stuck a nose the size of a nerd candy in his ear. The wolf wanted to shiver from the cool touch, but held still.

"Come on, freak, we're all waiting to get back inside."

There was a rustle through his clothes, particularly in his underwear and around the edges of his socks as the mice inside his clothes made their agreement known. Crisp could feel each one of them squirming around, some under his tails, one with its tail near his hole. His face was as red as his cock was hard as he quickly undid the lock and opened the door.

He managed three steps inside before the mice in his clothes abandoned ship, streaming out of his pants and his socks and his coat as one. The tickling feeling of so many tiny paws and toes and fingers and feet running down his body almost set him off in a fit of giggles, and it was only the anticipation of what was coming next that allowed him to keep a straight face.

The sound of three times as many mice running down the stairs and from the hallway left the wolf wincing, and he had to force himself to keep his hands at his sides as the shoe-lace spinning mice came charging in.

They lassoed him from one side, then the other, their shoe-laces wrapping around his wrists. They climbed up his legs, and he didn't put up a fight as they dragged his hands together, tying the already bound wrists to each other. Others down around his ankles were undoing his shoes, pulling the laces forward and then together so he couldn't pull his feet very far apart. As soon as his wrists were tied, the mice wriggling around his waist moved further down, grabbing hold of the buttons of his pants and pulling them apart, riding with them as they fell all the way to his ankles.

Through it all, Crisp kept himself as still as possible, even as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. Not just from the fact that the micro mice were in charge now, but from what they expected. They left no doubt, as the one mouse still on his underwear was laying on the bulge his boner was making in the front, laying on it almost like it was some sort of weird, perverted bed.

"You know, Crisp, this is just what we should have had a long time ago. A nice understanding between us."

"Um..."

"What? Do you think it's not fair to you, wolfy? Do you think you're not getting a good thing out of the deal?"

He blushed, looking away from the mouse reclining on his boner. It was too ridiculous to even think that this had happened, but it had. Not just allowing the mice to do whatever they wanted, but having to be their servant, too. That was the deal, from now on; he wasn't just the worker, he was the slave.

The wolf gasped as his cock was squeezed through the cotton briefs, and he blushed as it throbbed all the harder. The mouse on him chuckled.

"Can't see what you'd ever complain about. We all know how much you like what we're doing. Freak; can't think of any normal person that'd like being a slave to mice. But you? Heh, you're anything but normal. Freaky weird shoes on freaky big feet; you're just a weirdo all around, aren't you?"

"I, well, I'm not -"

The mouse swarm at his feet chittered in laughter, a good few of them leaping over his shoes and through his socks. Crisp gasped, squirming and fighting giggles as they ran through the 'playground' that the cotton socks made for them, their whiskers tickling the sides of his feet and rubbing against the undersides when he shifted his footing enough to give them space for it. He almost had to stand on tiptoe as they tormented him, just to avoid coming down to smash them underfoot.

Of course, that almost made the mouse on his bulge fall off, and he whimpered as the chief mouse grabbed hold of him with all the grip those little clawed fingers could muster. He looked down.

"S-sorry -"

"Ain't no apologizing for that! Come on, boys! Let's remind this loser who's the real boss around here."

More than three dozen mice scurried up his legs, and the wolf had to grab hold of the nearby railing for the staircase to keep from falling over as they tickled his bare legs in the process. He giggled almost hysterically as they ran up his body, carrying shoe-laces with them as they ran towards his crotch.

The chief mouse grabbed hold of the y-front, pulling it open as the mice piled in as if running through a door. He shouted at them, giving orders.

"Tie him up! If he's the slave, he needs to be leashed!"

Leashed? What are they gonna leash down there?

The wolf held himself up by the railing by the skin of his teeth as so many tiny furry bodies ran around inside of his underwear. Gritting his teeth to keep from moaning or laughing - he wasn't sure what he'd do at this point - he leaned back against the railing as the front of his pants bulged out more and more, both from his hardening, oozing cock and the many mice that were packing themselves into it.

It didn't help that he could see the bulges of mice running around inside his shoes, too. They were bigger, more stretched than they used to be due to the interference of the mice swarm, but he could still see the bulge of their bodies as they ran around. Under the tongue of the shoe, along the sides, even near his arch.

But his glance down there was immediately ripped away as he felt something constricting around the base of his cock and balls, and _ tight! _ He gasped as it squeezed tighter and tighter, feeling his cock almost 'pop' to a harder state, and he squirmed around, trying to wriggle free of his wrist restraints so he could pull his underwear down to see what was going on.

No go, though. The shoe-laces were tied too tightly, and he couldn't get his hands to where they needed to be. All he could do was whimper as he felt the many bodies running around in his underwear, seeing the cotton front stretch out more than those of his tanuki friend during gym class, threatening to split them open at any time. He groaned, closing his eyes and arching his back at the pressure, at the tickling feeling of their tails dragging over everything, of their little noses as they poked and prodded and squirmed and scratched and -

He felt like he was going to cum, but the pressure around his cock and balls kept it off. Biting his lips at the discomfort that left him in, Crisp slumped against the railing one more time. The mice ran out of his shoes to avoid being injured, and he was finally able to rest on his feet again. He panted hard.

"Please, stop!"

"Heh, too late, freak. We're done in here anyway. Everybody out!"

Just like before, the y-front of his briefs was held open as the mice piled out, one by one leaping out of his underwear. It was more uncomfortable feeling them leave than feeling them enter, mostly because they were using his balls as a bit of a climbing aid, and he swore that their little claws were leaving marks down there. Nothing overly painful, but enough to make it sting a bit as they continued.

The chief mouse was the last one to leave, and he held the hard end of a shoelace in his hand. He held it a bit like the way a master would hold the leash of his dog, and shook it in the direction of Crisp's face.

"See this? I'm the one in charge, freak. Not you, not your silly shoes, not your ginormous, weird feet, not your always-on boner, me. Now, follow."

The mouse threw the shoe-lace towards the ground, and then grabbed onto it like a rope as he rappelled down the wolf's leg. Each time he grabbed the rope again, Crisp felt a harsh tug along his groin, and he realized that the mice had tied the shoe-lace around his cock and balls like a cock ring, using it like a leash. He didn't dare move, just in case he shoved the chief mouse around while he was dangling from something tied there; the discomfort that would bring was something he didn't even want to think about.

The mouse grabbed it again as he reached the ground, dragging Crisp along like a dog on a leash. The wolf had to almost hop to keep up with the quick rodents, since his pants were still down around his ankles. Dragged to the kitchen, he managed to get to the counter before the chief mouse tugged on the 'leash', pulling him down until he was on his hands and knees.

"Everybody up!"

Swarming up his body, the entire mice 'clan' managed to climb up to the top of the counters, and Crisp could feel each and every one of them as they slid along his bare lower body. Most of them, even though they didn't have to, also ran through his underwear, not helping his boner in the slightest as they teased his balls, his butt, and his cock on their way to his back.

It wasn't until they were all up that the chief mouse pulled him upright again, and Crisp felt more embarrassed than usual as his boner bounced before the clan of mice.

"What...what do you want?"

"Heh, for you to do your job with feeding us, of course." The mouse pointed to the fridge. "Get us the best cheese, and the best fruit."

"Y-yes."

He turned, blushing as his underwear was starting to get stained with pre, and promptly fell over. The tied shoe-laces down there had tripped him up, again. Above him, the mice were laughing, pointing down at him.

"Look at that loser."

"Yeah, can't even keep on his feet."

"Heh, what about that boner, though?"

"Pathetic, but not as pathetic as those shoes!"

"Yeah, seriously, what sort of loser wears something like that?"

"The loser that serves mice like us, that's who."

"Hehe, loser with the weirdo shoes."

"And freaky little boner."

"Go on, freaky wolf, get up and get us our food."

"And don't trip over those silly shoes again!"

Crisp got up slowly, his cheeks on fire from the insults...and the new, slimy mess in the front of his pants. He reached for the cheese, realizing that his life had taken a turn that he'd never expected.

The End