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The Education of Crisp: The Incident for FriskeCrisps by Draconicon

Crisp panted for breath as he finally let go of his magic, watching as the glowing ball of light in mid-air faded with it. The spell itself hadn't been much; he'd conjured up a ball of light that gave off less actual light than a candle half its size, and he'd barely been able to hold it in a solid state, but it had been done. He'd managed to make something on his own, and the wolf had done it without the dragon helping him.

"I did it...I...I actually did it."

"Yes, yes you did."

He turned to his teacher, smiling as wide as the day when he'd aced all of his tests in high school, as the day when he'd found out that he was actually getting a good teacher. Draconicon smiled back, and it looked, and felt, like a rare genuine smile from his teacher.

The wolf suddenly fell back, only barely catching himself on the arm of a chair before he could fall all the way to the ground. Crisp hadn't realized that his legs were so weak after the spell. Admittedly, it wasn't surprising; the use of magic was still new to him, and he didn't know how to use it without burning out a lot of energy, but it was one thing to know that, and another thing entirely to feel it.

Pulling himself into the chair, Crisp slumped down with a deep, contented sigh.

"I'm getting it. I'm finally learning how to use magic properly."

"Yes. Starting to, anyway."

"Come on. How many students could learn how to do this much in just a couple of weeks?"

"A few, at least."

"Then I'm still in the top group."

He utterly refused to let the dragon bring him down on this. This was as amazing an accomplishment as he could imagine getting. Even if he wasn't the first student to move so quickly, he was still doing better than most. He'd taken that.

Though, he had to admit, he wished he was moving faster. After being pushed through so many different tests by his teacher, Crisp wanted to get as much magic under his belt as he could. Draconicon was a good teacher, and the wolf knew that he wouldn't be learning as fast as he was now with someone else. He was grateful, very much so, in fact.

However, the dragon was also a deviant of the highest order, and as much fun as Crisp could have with the dragon pulling some of the nicer kinky things, the wolf wanted to have a chance to have his own sort of fun. Or at least, be able to walk down the street without worrying that his shoes were going to come to life and march him back home if the dragon got horny. That had happened more than once, and he blushed as he remembered being yanked through the door and shoved down to his knees, and had...that...shoved in his mouth.

With his progress, though, he was feeling comfortable about getting the dragon out before much longer. The status that he got from keeping the dragon around was nice, but it wasn't worth all this worry, or the embarrassment that came with it.

"Alright...so what's next, Draconicon?"

"Ah-hem."

"Master Draconicon. What's next, Master Draconicon?'

"Much better." The dragon chuckled. "I believe that we're going to have to take a break for the day. After you've used up that much energy, you're going to need to build up more before we try the next lesson."

"But -"

"No buts, Crisp. I am not going to push you so far that you damage yourself. I understand hunger, and I understand desperation."

The wolf crossed his arms in annoyance.

"Why is it that, whenever it's something I want, you are the one in charge, but whenever it's something you want, I don't have any say?"

"Because I'm the teacher, Crisp."

"Yeah, and I'm the employer."

"I could leave now, you know."

The wolf bit his lip, not daring to allow himself to speak. It was the dragon's ultimate leverage, and they both knew it. Crisp couldn't just let the dragon leave, not when he hadn't reached a good enough point of learning to continue on his own, and the dragon had already been paid well in advance, allowing him to come and go at his leisure.

There's gotta be some way to equalize our relationship here.

"I wouldn't go planning on that, Crisp. As much as you might dislike it, I am the one with the power, and the knowledge. Just because you are learning quickly - and you are - doesn't mean that you need to call the shots. Just accept it, pup. You are the student, and the submissive, in our little relationship."

Crisp continued to stew in his chair as the dragon stood up, walking to the door.

"I'm going to get myself some tea, and then have an early night. I trust you will not exert yourself overmuch."

The dragon walked out, then poked his head back through the doorway.

"That was an order, by the way. No more magic for you tonight. I'll know if you break that command."

Grumbling, the wolf watched the dragon leave before shaking his head, somehow managing to sink himself deeper into the large armchair than he had before. Crisp clenched his teeth as he looked down at his hands, feeling the magic inside of himself begging to be used. The temptation was so strong that he had to do something. Reaching into himself, he touched his awareness to that inner pool -

"GAH!"

The shock that went through him set half of his fur on end, and he groaned as he muttered multiple curses under his breath.

"Stupid...I used to like these shoes."

He glared at the white and black sneakers that he wore. They had formerly been his favorite pair of shoes in the world, the ones that made him happiest to wear and were most comfortable on his feet. They still were the most comfortable, but they'd stopped being his favorite pair. Mostly because they were his only pair, nowadays.

The shoelaces glimmered in the small overhead light, but not because they were reflective. Ever since he started his magic lessons, Crisp had been able to see bits of magic here and there, seeing what was enchanted and what wasn't. Even if he hadn't been there when the master enchanted his shoelaces to block off bits of his magic, the wolf would know that they were filled with some sort of magic. Nothing else glowed like that.

Well, nothing but everything around Draconicon. He swore, that dragon found a reason to enchant everything.

As he lay there, letting the shocked feeling slip away from his body, he heard the heavy footsteps of the dragon moving around upstairs. Draconicon must have gotten his tea very quickly, if he was already heading to bed. Crisp followed the sound of the footsteps with his eyes, tracing the path across the upstairs hallway towards the master bedroom. He winced at the pause in sound just before the dragon thumped down hard, imagining the mage jumping into what used to be the wolf's bed.

"I swear, one of these days he's going to ruin the springs in that..."

Still, it meant that he wouldn't be jerked around too much more tonight. The dragon usually slept all the way through the night once he went to bed, so Crisp would be free to do what he wanted. Usually he spent time watching cartoons or having a rare moment with the other shoes in his collection. Occasionally, he even brought one pair down and...enjoyed them...in his rare moments alone. Other times, he simply took advantage of his time off to do what the dragon suggested, to rest and recover from his lessons.

In all honesty, he was tempted to do that right then and there, but something stopped him. Maybe it was the recent shock, or maybe it was the reminder that he was not able to make any choices for himself in this relationship. Maybe it was the idea that he was stuck with the dragon, being used with very little benefit back to him. Or maybe it was just a combination of all three. Regardless, it left him feeling more...rebellious than before. Which was rather strange, considering how much he got off from the dragon taking away his control at times.

But...well, he liked having something of a life, too. Just because he enjoyed being humiliated, just because he enjoyed having someone else take some control, didn't mean that he wanted to have it taken away all the time. It wasn't much, really, but he still wanted to make some of his own choices. Having that taken away was too much.

But how was he going to get it back?

That's the question, isn't it? Crisp looked up at the ceiling again. The dragon held all the cards. Everything that Crisp could think of, the dragon could find a way to counter. There was no magic he had that the dragon hadn't learned hundreds of years ago, if not more, and he doubted that he could bargain his body with the dragon.

That left blackmail. Draconicon couldn't be charged with anything that had been done to him so far - at least, not as far as Crisp had been able to determine - so blackmailing him with any of Draconicon's sexual antics with the wolf was out of the question. However, if he could find something embarrassing that he could bring up with his master in the morning, something that was shameful enough to put the dragon in his place as an employee again...

It's not like I'd really do much to him, anyway, Crisp thought. After all, he didn't want to turn the dragon into a slave like him. He just wanted to make them equal partners. One paying, the other teaching, and both of them living a decent life.

Now that he'd thought it, though, he'd have to do it tonight. Otherwise, Draconicon would read his mind in the morning, and he'd never get the chance to do it.

With that decided, the wolf got to his feet and walked out of the room. The hallways were quiet and empty, leaving him hearing nothing but the sound of his own footsteps. Tap, tap, tap went his shoes down the wooden floor, echoing just enough to leave him wondering if some of his other shoes had been animated when the dragon walked up. Unlikely, though; usually the dragon made sure to sic them on him before heading to bed, if that was the case.

Crisp made his way upstairs with as much stealth as he could, making sure to take each stair one at a time. He placed his feet down bit by bit, never letting a squeak come from the stairs. The last thing he needed now was for the dragon to wake up.

Thankfully, he reached the top of the stairs without incident. Even better, the dragon's door was wide open. The wolf smirked to himself as he tiptoed down the hallway. This is going even better than I hoped.

He paused at the cracked door, glancing around the frame to check for magical traps. Surprisingly, there were none; if it had been his room, and he was in Draconicon's shoes, he would have trapped his bedroom like crazy. Considering he would have been living with a student that hated his guts, he wouldn't have put long odds on being unmolested at night if he hadn't.

Guess that he's just that confident. Crisp pushed the door open slowly, poking his head inside.

His former bedroom had been changed massively. Rather than the cartoon posters he'd kept to the wall, with a tv on top of his dresser and a couple of game consoles under it, he saw a room that more resembled a cavern library. The walls were painted black with gray 'cracks' going through it, spidering through the walls, and the tv and dresser had been shoved somewhere else (he hoped magical storage) to be replaced with a series of bookshelves, holding shimmering books and scrolls in their racks.

The wolf would have growled if he wasn't trying to keep quiet. Seeing his room like this was just one more sign of the way that Draconicon had taken over his life, and one more reason why he needed to bring them back to an equal level.

He better put this back to normal when he leaves... he thought as he walked into the room. He didn't bother to shut the door; if he needed to make a quick exit, it was better to have it open, and there was nobody else in the house that would make a sound that he'd need to muffle.

Okay...time to search for clues.

The wolf moved at a crawl through the room, poking and prodding at different books and equipment. It seemed that the dragon had installed an alchemist lab in the room, something that Crisp had never seen delivered, and never seen anywhere else, either. There were several potions on it, but nothing that the wolf recognized. Perhaps the dragon was making a few drinks for himself, or fulfilling orders for other clients when he wasn't teaching.

Might be something else he could learn, but it would have to wait. Crisp checked the bookcase, wondering if there was something on it that he could use against his master, but none of the titles were legible. They were written in letters that looked more like runes than modern writing, and scratchy letters, as well, as if even the spines had been handwritten. Grumbling to himself, the wolf checked the other side of the room, and grinned.

Well, well, what do we have here?

He leaned forward, picking up a rough leather-bound notebook. The front was untouched by ink, but not by magic. The wolf's eyes picked up magical writing that he recognized as his master's handwriting, and he grinned further at what it said.

Draconicon's Journal. Now this ought to be some interesting reading...

It must have been a new one, because the dates started shortly before the wolf had hired the dragon as his teacher. There were notes about him before the starting date, of course - he wasn't surprised at that, considering that the dragon had been upfront about scouting out possible clients - but nothing specific, nor was there much about the dragon's secrets. Crisp grumbled.

"If you're not going to be sharing your embarrassing stuff here, where would you - ooooh, hello."

Most of the entries had been surprisingly bland, but starting about a week after he'd tried to 'fire' the dragon at school, shortly after Draconicon had changed the enchantments on Crisp's shoes, there was a rather interesting entry. The wolf leaned in, reading it silently.

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_It's been some time since I've found as talented a student as this young wolf. He's learning at a remarkable rate, and there are times when I do believe he is hiding some of his talent from me, just because he can. Considering how rapidly he's mastered being able to summon his power from knowing nothing, it's quite possible that he will become one of the greater talents of his generation. Heh, I do hope he doesn't start thinking that, though; I don't know if he can resist the temptations of pride after hearing such things.

As much as I enjoy his mind, I must admit that I find his body enticing as well. He has a slender, well proportioned form, and on the few occasions that I allow him to play with his cock unsupervised, he has shown quite a fine endowment. It is almost tempting to play with myself, rather than making him play with it. Imagine that; a dragon tempted by a wolf cock. Go figure, hmm?

It's quite a pity that I have to restrict him as much as I do. The young man is so eager to learn more, but he has to learn discipline as well as technique. I imagine that will make him annoyed for weeks, perhaps months, but he will thank me later._

I certainly can't wait until he learns more. Then I can remove those blasted shoe-restrictors from him. Admittedly, I never would have a better vector for the spells than the shoes he cares about so much, considering the emotion-levels he holds for them and how well that integrates with the spell, but damn it, couldn't he have that need for something like his coat, or a collar, or something like my other students have used? Having to cover those feet...ugh, it's torture.

Crisp had to stop reading for a moment as his eyebrow raised up. The thought that the older mage enjoyed his body was one thing, and he enjoyed the compliments that he read, but the thought that Draconicon liked...that...

He looked at his shoes. Draconicon likes feet that much? He'd never known that. He kept reading.

Every time I see him walking by in shoes, I want to rip them off and make him walk around barefoot like me. Maybe it's the fact that he keeps them on all the time so I can't see them, or maybe it's the fact that they're a pair that I haven't played with yet, but it's a big part of what I want now. I want to play with his feet, rub them against my cock, and even (can't believe I'm saying this) have them pressed against my face, so I can smell them and lick them and enjoy them.

I suppose that it's a good thing that he keeps them on. The last thing I need is to have my student thinking I enjoy being underfoot. Even if I kind of do.

Let's hope that these feelings fade, journal. I need to keep my mind on the training, not on the dicking. That's just part of the fun.

By the time he reached the end of the entry, the wolf was more than a little stunned. He turned to look over his shoulder at the sleeping mage, wondering if the dragon was dreaming of his feet right at that time. If all the things he had read in the journal right then were true, he wouldn't have been surprised...and it would explain that rather large tent in the sheets.

Blushing, Crisp turned back to the journal, flipping through the pages one by one. He skim-read the journals leading up to the current day, seeing if the feeling faded. It didn't; if anything, it got stronger, to the point where the wolf was honestly surprised that the dragon hadn't done something to his feet already. Maybe there was something stopping the dragon, something in the enchantment on his shoes that kept him from being able to actually work on his desires.

Crisp closed the journal, putting it right back where he'd found it. Long practice at snooping around school offices and his own house (back when he wasn't alone) had left him a good touch and eye for the practice of going unobserved. Sneaking out of the room, he pulled the door shut to its barely-cracked state, and made his way back to his bedroom. He stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and flopped down on his bed.

Okay...so Draconicon likes feet. A lot, apparently. And he wants mine, and not in the way that someone dominant would generally want it. He's a little embarrassed about it, obviously.

The ruminations continued, as the wolf considered how he could use that information, and more, how he could use his feet against the dragon when the morning came.

Morning came, perhaps too quickly for the wolf's tastes, but by the time the sun was up and his alarm was ringing, he had a plan.

Crisp got up from his bed, reaching down to his shoes. The wolf laid his fingers against the shoelaces, feeling the magical energy that pulsed through them in accordance to the dragon's enchantment. They were throbbing with magical power, though at a very weak level. Not nearly as strong as some of the books in the dragon's room. The wolf hoped that meant that the magical power in them was weak enough for him to be able to break.

Here's hoping that he's right about the natural talent...

The wolf took a deep breath before reaching inwards and touching his magic, but rather than pulling it out to use, he directed it to his hands and pushed it out against the magic in the shoelaces. If he managed to do this right, and the dragon's power was at the weak level that he suspected, then he should be able to -

It worked. In seconds, his more plentiful magic flooded over the dragon's meager amounts in the laces, leaving them disenchanted. Crisp grinned, sitting up with a victory fist-pump -

• And promptly almost fell on his face. The wolf groaned, grabbing hold of the bed again.

"Right...using magic sucks it right out of you. Forgot about that."

He let the dizziness pass before reaching down to his shoes again. Despite his success, he braced himself as he undid the knots, pulling on the laces gingerly as they slid against each other. The soft rasp of the laces pulling the knot undone had previously been the herald for a big, powerful orgasm, so he waited for it to happen as he undid the knots.

Surprisingly, nothing happened. He grinned; yet more signs of his success. Pulling his shoes off felt surprisingly good, considering his feet hadn't been let out of them for nearly four days now, and as he pulled off his socks, the wolf let out an audible groan of utter, powerful relief.

"Fuuuuuuck, that's good."

Leaning back on his bed, he held his feet off of the ground and wiggled his toes, feeling the morning air rolling over them, allowing them to breathe for the first time in a long time. It was cold, almost freezing compared to the constant heat in his shoes, but the wolf didn't care. The simple act of having them free was all that he needed.

The floor felt so strange when he stood up. Having the actual ground beneath him, rather than his shoes and socks, left him grinning like a maniac. He half-wondered if he had a bit of a foot fetish himself, considering how good it felt.

After taking a few steps on his floor, he pulled himself together. If he was going to use the dragon's fetish against him, then he needed to do this right. He needed to get downstairs first, start breakfast...and pose.

Putting his shoes back on so that he wouldn't leave any sweaty footprints or anything that would alert the dragon to something new, Crisp made his way down the stairs. When he reached the kitchen, he started the coffee machine, and then sat down at the kitchen table, putting his shoes on the floor beneath it and taking a seat with his big, black-furred feet up on the table itself. The way that he was positioned, they would be the first thing that the dragon saw when he walked in the room.

He didn't have to wait long. The coffee machine always woke the dragon up with its aroma, and this was no exception. Draconicon's footsteps announced the dragon almost a minute before he was in sight, and Crisp's grin only grew wider as he saw the first bit of the dragon's robe on the stairwell.

"Morning, Crisp. I assume you slept well."

"Very well indeed, Draconicon."

"I told you before, Crisp, call me -"

The sudden silence when the dragon caught sight of the wolf's soles was all that Crisp had hoped for and more. Looking between his toes at the shocked dragon, Crisp saw the blush spreading across his teacher's cheeks, as well as the erection growing in the dragon's robe. It was clear that the journal hadn't exaggerated; his teacher had a major, powerful foot fetish.

"Tell me then, Master. Do you like my feet as much as you thought you would?"

"What...what are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't play. I know you've been watching me. Looking at my shoes, wondering what it would look like if I kept them off more often. Now you're getting a good look. I'm sure that you like it. I mean, your boner sure says that you do."

"Never mind my bo-...erection. How did you get your shoes off?"

"A simple feedback and flood. Not that hard."

"You...how did you figure that out?"

"I thought about it."

Crisp flexed his toes, and he was more than a little amused to see Draconicon following them as they bounced up and down. So did the dragon's cock, too. So this was what it was like to have power over someone else. He was starting to see why the dragon liked it.

"I read your journal, you know. I know what you want to do with my feet."

If it were possible, his teacher's face seemed to go redder still. It was like looking at a tomato, rather than a dragon. Draconicon sputtered as Crisp laughed.

"Don't get so upset. It's not like you want to bury your face against my soles and lick and nuzzle and sniff at them...oh, right, yes it is."

"Why did you do that?"

"Because I don't want to be treated like a slave. I want to be a student, not a toy."

"...So what are you offering?"

"I'm offering you this. I don't tell anyone about your un-dragonly desires, and let you play with my feet. In return, you start teaching me and respecting me a little. If I'm that good -"

"You weren't supposed to see that."

"- then I deserve a little more than what you're giving me. Of course, I could just let it slip that the great and powerful Draconicon is a perverted, foot obsessed man in all the wrong ways. I'm sure that'll get you a lot of business."

Looking at his teacher, it was clear that the man was suffering from a massive amount of rage, embarrassment, and lust. The only question was, which of the three was going to win out? Crisp knew that embarrassment would drive the dragon to work with him; that was his biggest aim. Lust would also work out well. Not as ideal, considering it didn't give him as much power over the dragon, but it would mean that he had a bargaining chip.

Rage, however, would land him in a worse place than before, and as Draconicon's face got redder and redder, Crisp was starting to wonder if he'd bet too much on too weak a hand.

The dragon took a step forward, and Crisp pulled his feet off of the table. He left them visible, just on the floor instead of so disrespectfully on the table.

"I am willing to bargain, you know. I know you probably want more than what you're saying -"

"Shut up."

He did, without needing magical help. The wolf's natural instincts told him that he'd definitely overplayed himself. Embarrassment and lust weren't strong enough; this dragon was filled with rage instead.

"You invaded my privacy, Crisp."

"I didn't mean to. I was just trying -"

"The fact that you were trying to find something to change things doesn't matter. It only proves that you meant to invade my privacy to find it."

The dragon's voice was cold, quiet, and the wolf stood up as the teacher got closer and closer to him. He took a step -

"Freeze."

It was a literal command, this one. His hand froze to the table, keeping him from pulling back. Draconicon walked over to him, looking down at him. Despite the dragon's quiet, there was nothing but rage in those empty white eyes. Crisp suddenly remembered all the stories of knights invading dragon hoards, and how much they had paid the price. With the way that Draconicon had converted the master bedroom, and how the mage treasured knowledge, the wolf must have done something rather similar.

"L-look, I'm sorry. I didn't think -"

"No. You didn't. And since you seem so intent on screwing up every time that you try to think, I'm going to have to make sure that you can't act on your thoughts."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you're going to do what you're told, and nothing else."

The dragon pointed down at Crisp's shoes, and said something in the magical language. A burst of light shot out, illuminating the shoes, just as the dragon shoved him down into the chair. The wolf's feet went up, and the shoes kicked themselves up off of the floor.

"If you won't choose to obey -"

The dragon's magic grabbed him by the ankles, pointing his sweaty toes towards the ceiling as the shoes came back down. The openings swung around his toes like horseshoes around a pole before settling on them.

"Then you'll be made to."

Draconicon said something else, and Crisp shouted as his shoelaces suddenly transformed into two-headed snakes. The formerly white laces turned brown, spotted, as the snakes slithered free of the holes that held them down. Draconicon kept him pinned as the snakes yanked the shoes down along the wolf's feet, dragging them on without any socks, without any barrier between his feet and the shoes proper.

It almost burned, having his feet go back into the shoes that way. They were still so warm with his body heat, and he swore that they were hotter than they should be. The snakes pulled the shoes on regardless, dragging them down, forcing his toes deeper and deeper inside of the formerly enchanted things.

"What the hell, Draconicon!? Stop it! I'm sorry!"

"It doesn't matter. You will learn proper behavior. And proper obedience."

The dragon helped the snakes, forcing the shoes down until Crisp's heels were inside too, flush with the bottom of the shoes. The snakes, their job completed, turned their attention to the wolf again. With both ends hissing, the snakes moved up his body, slithering along his legs - and around his crotch - before reaching his back.

"Arms behind your back, Crisp. Now, or I'll have them bite."

He was going to complain, but the dragon had released his arm from the ice. Not wanting to piss the teacher off any further, he put his hands back there. No sooner had he done that than the snake-laces wrapped around his wrists, tying them together, and then tying themselves to the chair behind him.

The dragon leaned down, finally allowing the wolf's newly-shoed feet to land on the ground again. Pressing his hands to the tops of the shoes, the dragon whispered another few words. As Crisp whimpered, he felt something fuzzy growing up, but not into, the shoes.

He looked down, and stared. Rising out of his shoes were black and white stockings, thick socks that were getting higher and higher on his legs. They even spread down over his feet inside the shoes, too, leaving his feet sweating more as the heat and ventilation from above got cut off completely by the old-fashioned, long-legged socks.

"What's that for?"

"Just another mark on you. Another way for me to control you."

The socks went all the way up to his knees, though he could only feel that, rather than see it. His pants covered most of it. He blushed worse and worse as he realized what the dragon was doing to him, taking so much control, particularly as he felt the power surging down the dragon's hands into the shoes proper. This time, the enchantments weren't going to come off nearly as easily; the power going in was more ten times what he had expended this morning.

More than that, the enchantments of obedience and inability to remove them were far stronger. He swore that he could feel the floor through his shoes now, and just a simple touch to the underside made his cock tingle. He groaned, his cock twitching lightly in his sweats.

"And now, to deal with that. If you can't think properly with your brain, I'll make this so loud that you won't think with anything but your cock."

The dragon pointed a finger at the wolf's crotch, and said another strange word. As soon as Crisp heard it, the wolf's eyes went wide, his body suddenly experiencing what felt like an orgasm. He arched his back against the chair, thrusting his hips in the air as he came, hard. His cock felt slimy as his sweats held in his orgasm, even as they darkened with each successive spurt.

The dragon said the word again, and once more Crisp arched his back, panting from the forced, magical orgasm. He winced as he was forced to cum again, even as he arched his back at the pleasure of it all. It burned at him, his balls aching.

Again, and again the dragon said it, making him cum three more times before the wolf finally collapsed onto the chair. His cock went soft immediately, dripping down his leg, and his sweats oozed with how much seed he'd filled his pants with. Crisp shook his head from side to side, whimpering apologies, begging for the dragon to stop.

It didn't matter. Draconicon grabbed him by the crotch, and Crisp whimpered as his oversensitive cock was squeezed, taunted by the dragon's touch.

"It hurts! Please! No more!"

"I'll stop when you have learned your lesson."

"I've learned! I've learned! I'll never do that again!"

"I know you won't. And now I'll make sure of it."

Another magic word - thankfully a different one - and the dragon finally let go of the wolf's crotch. Crisp hissed a sigh of relief, only to grunt in discomfort as his cock rose up, pushing up against his soaked pants and underwear to make one hell of a boner bulge. His oversensitive cock tip left him whimpering as it rubbed against the insides of his pants, and he squirmed in the snake ties around his back.

"W-what...what are you...doing?"

"I told you. If you can't think with this head -" The dragon poked Crisp's forehead. "- then you'll think with this one." He poked the wolf's crotch, Crisp yelping at the contact.

"H-how...how long will I stay hard?"

"Until you've earned the right to go soft again. Knowing you, that'll be at least two months."

"Two -"

"I will make it longer, pup, if you complain."

The wolf snapped his jaws shut, even as he wanted to whimper and whine like a kicked pup. His cock really, really hurt after being forced to cum five times in less than a minute, and his pants felt and smelled like a cum-rag belonging to a horny teenager rather than pants. The fact that he would be kept like this for who knew how long was just...wrong.

As the snakes finally let go of his hands, going back to his shoes and turning back to shoelaces, the wolf threw himself on the dragon's mercy. He went to his hands and knees, bowing before Draconicon.

"I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry...please...forgive me...I won't ever do that again...I promise."

"No, you won't."

"Please master...forgive me...have mercy..."

"There is no mercy for those that would steal from a dragon."

"But I didn't take anything!"

"You took my privacy."

The dragon snapped his fingers, and the wolf was pulled upright again. His hands, rather than snapping out to the side - as they usually did - went down to his crotch. Crisp felt them grab hold of his bulge, rubbing it, and cried out at the pained pleasure of it all.

"M-master! Please, no more! I can't -"

It was said again, the word that made him cum. Barely anything shot out, but his sensitivity was through the roof. Crisp would have fallen over were it not for the magic holding him, controlling him. As it was, he wished he had.

His sweats came apart, somehow folding away to open a hole to his underwear, which did the same as his cock was allowed to come free. The slick, slimy, over-sensitive shaft slipped between his fingers as if it was begging to be stroked, rather than the complete opposite. Against his will, Crisp's fingers tightened around it, and his hips started bucking.

Each thrust was torture, his cock burning and tingling with needle-like bursts of pain with each bit of contact to his hand. The slick cum all over his shaft only made it worse, or at least, so it felt. The frictionless nature only made the pleasure that much stronger, and as sensitive as his cock had become, that meant that the whole thing hurt all the more.

He whimpered and panted, whining for the dragon to let him down in the wordless way that all canines did when they were pushed too far. Yet, there was no mercy. In fact, there was no dragon. Looking through teary eyes, Crisp couldn't see his master; doubtless, the dragon had gone up to enchant the rest of his clothes, to rob him of any chance of not being embarrassed or overstimulated for the next few months.

His cock didn't even ooze anymore. As he could feel his next forced climax rushing towards him, Crisp panted, but also growled. His cock hurt as much as his pride as he realized that there would be no equality between him and his teacher. No attempt would bring them to the same level, not while the dragon was so intent on controlling anything. Crisp couldn't use the information in the dragon's room to blackmail him, couldn't use anything of the dragon's to gain a bit of leverage to bring them to the same plane.

If he was going to have his life back, he'd have to be the one in charge.

That was his thought as he came, and it was the last one he had for a while as he screamed, his body on autopilot as it kept fucking his hand, and showing no sign of stopping anytime soon.

The End