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The Education of Crisp: Demon Teasing for FriskeCrisps by Draconicon

Crisp still couldn't believe that he'd been so stupid yesterday. Summoning something with magic was something that even he'd known was difficult, but he'd gotten so cocky, so overconfident -

Hehehe, or maybe you just wanted us around, to use you the way that you're meant to be used.

Growling under his breath, Crisp kicked his shoe against the wall, but there wasn't even a groan from his footwear. If anything, the laughter got louder, and the strange, tingling feeling against his soles got stronger, buzzing and teasing his feet as his shoelaces continued to dance around his legs. The hardened tips reached almost all the way up to his crotch, and he blushed every time that they flicked against the barrier of magic he had in place in front of them.

Don't worry, Crisp. You won't be free thinking for too much longer. Sooner or later, that magic is going to break, and I'll have YOU!

The shoelaces whipped against the barrier, and the wolf winced at the sudden crack against the magical wall. For a brief moment, the white fire of his magic lit up, barely blocking the red light that was the incubus' magic attacking him. The feeling of the whip left him hissing, almost as if it had struck him directly.

And it didn't help that his cock was trying to get hard in his pants at the same time, something that left him blushing as the demon chuckled.

Hehehe, look at you, so weak. So perverted. Not even touching you, and you're already getting hard from what I'm doing. I wonder if I'm going to have the easier time, or my brother.

"You guys...are going to - AH!"

He jumped at another whip crack over his shield, and this time he definitely saw cracks starting to appear through it. Much more, and the demon would be through. If that happened...well, he'd have a lot worse problems than just dealing with a horny dragon teacher.

He looked over his shoulder, where his teacher was dealing with his own demon. Draconicon the dragon was panting, down to nothing but his briefs, which were tented out to the extreme as he was teased by his own demon. The black dragon's cock was throbbing hard, and Crisp had to admit, he blushed to look at it. It was huge, and he swore that the demons were trying to make it bigger, more tempting, more -

Rapidly shaking his head to get rid of some of his thoughts, Crisp started walking towards the stairs, doing his best to ignore the shoelaces hovering like snakes around his waist. They circled him, as if trying to find some gap in his defenses like a snake circling a mongoose, but he had to hold strong. If he could just hold on until Draconicon found a way to banish them -

He jumped and almost fell off of the first stair at another whipcrack, but had no chance to recover as they rained down like crazy around his barriers. It took barely a second for the red light to overwhelm the white fire, and as he leaned on one of the stair railings for support, the laces broke through.

We have you now!

The laces wrapped around his crotch before he could stop them, and he only just managed to grab the ends of them as his zipper was pulled down. He blushed, groaning as he felt the corruptive energies of the incubus rushing through his unprotected hands, his cock starting to lurch upwards in his shorts. It throbbed hard, getting erect far quicker than usual as he was directly exposed to the demon's power.

"What...what are you doing?"

Taking control. If you're not going to let me in, I'm fighting my way in, the demon said. Come with me.

Suddenly his feet started moving without his consent, and the wolf found himself climbing up the stairs two at a time, faster than he normally dared. He just barely caught sight of Draconicon in the main room, squirming in the grip of his possessed clothes, before his teacher slipped from view. The shoes and the demon inside carried him up into the top floor, past the guest room and into his own.

One of the laces reached back and slammed the door shut, and Crisp winced as he saw the doorknob glow red for a second. It was likely demon magic, holding it shut and keeping it locked. Without taking some of the power away from the shield, there was no way that he was getting out through that.

Then again, the shield wasn't feeling that strong anymore. Even with the little protection he'd managed to summon during the stair climbing, he could feel it like a magical 'heat' burning around his cock, making it throb all the harder in response to the corruptive magics. Maybe he should -

"Ugh...get out of my head."

Hehehe, you're a smarter one, figuring out that I'm the one leaving those thoughts. Maybe you aren't as weak as you look.

Trying to ignore the 'compliment', the wolf stumbled around. He could just barely move on his own when the shoes were more focused with tending towards his cock, but it was still a massive struggle, like walking around with heavy weights tied to his feet. Crisp groaned as he stomped towards his bed, his cock throbbing harder and harder as the shoelaces wiggled around his cock.

He almost made it before the shoes suddenly took control again. They kicked up in the air and sent up spinning, making him fall flat on his back on the bed. He groaned, the breath knocked out of his lungs from the sudden fall, but his eyes went wide as the shoelaces suddenly expanded, wrapping around him and then around the mattress of the bed. It was impossible for them to be that long, but somehow, they managed it, leaving him tied up with his arms at his side and his torso completely stuck to the bed...and his boner pointing up from his pants towards the ceiling.

"What are you doing?! This is impossible!"

I'm an incubus. If it relates to sex, I can do anything.

The laces yanked his pants down, hard. His cock was still encased in his underwear, but as the lace tips circled over it, he could see them transforming. Crisp's cheeks burned as bright red as his underwear was becoming, only a few little white stripes around the y-front still remaining as the red spread along his boner. He squirmed back and forth, bits of pre flowing into the red and turning it darker.

"W-why -"

You like it...And the hornier you are, the more control, the more power I get.

The wolf squirmed back and forth, trying to ignore the feeling of the spreading, clingy red that was transforming his underwear. It was getting tighter and tighter, smaller and smaller as it shrank around him, and it made his boner all the more visible. It shrank down almost to the point of pain, then finally stopped, holding his cock as tight as the most clenched fist.

And then...then it started teasing him more. The shoelaces pushed past the minimal shield that the wolf had left, and wrapped tight around his bulge, stroking him hard. Crisp gasped, arching his back and thrusting his hips forward before he could stop himself, and the demon's chuckle made him blush worse than ever as he couldn't stop himself.

His shirt was touched by one of the laces, and the transformation continued, spreading over his upper body. The loose shirt that he had been wearing rapidly started changing color, splitting down the middle and forming more of a jacket than anything else. It was skimpy, though, and pulled up away from his waist, keeping his stomach exposed.

"Why...what the hell is this?"

Well, you're a big pervert, and there's some part of you that gets horny when people see that. I'm going to make sure that you look like that inner part of you.

It didn't take long for the demon to accomplish what it promised and by the time that Crisp's shirt had been turned into a jacket, he looked more like a club dancer than a well-off student. He blushed as he looked down at himself, even as his cock bounced inside of his underwear, tensing inside the grip of the shoelaces, and it didn't go unnoticed by the demon.

Heh, look at that. Boner boy is getting all excited. You like the idea of showing off what you really are?

"No! I'm not some...some pervert! I'm a -"

Freak? Shoe loving pervert? A bouncy boner boy?

It was so different from the speech the demon had had just a few minutes ago, but Crisp couldn't help but groan, particularly as the shoelace tips started flicking against his underwear, coming so close to opening the y-front and letting his cock out. He squirmed against the laces holding him down, but all he ended up doing was grinding his cock against the front of his underwear.

The laces ran themselves down his legs, and the wolf blushed worse as his socks extended further and further up, coming all the way to the middle of his thighs before they stopped rising. They were a humiliating striped type of socks, and they squeezed his legs tightly, showing them off in a way that was almost skintight.

And then...then the demon made the shoes glow, and they kicked against each other, tapping the heels together again and again as they kicked together. The strange, forced action left Crisp gasping, even moaning from the feeling. He stared down at the controlled shoes, unable to comprehend what he was seeing, unable to understand why he was getting harder, and throbbing more by the second.

Then he saw the red flashes every time that his heels clacked together, and a part of him understand. It was a weak flash of inspiration, but it must have been the demon's power, building with each successive clack together. If he could just -

"AH!"

He moaned as his cock was teased by the laces again, the smooth but hard tips running along the bulge in his underwear. It throbbed all the more, the very tip damp with his pre, and oozing through his underwear. It was driving him absolutely crazy, and as long as the laces rubbed him, teased him, he couldn't think.

Hehehe, that's it. Just give in. You know you can't win. Dumb little sluts can't beat a demon. Just give up, and let me in your body.

"Can't..."

Heh, you can, and you'll have so much more fun when I'm in there. Just imagine all the people that'll see that bouncing boner when I'm in charge. Walking you right down the street, just like this. People staring, pointing, laughing as that freaky cock of yours slips out of the front, and finally blows its load all over the place. Can you just imagine it? Mmmm, yes, I can feel you imagining it...you're so hard, so horny, that you're gonna blow any second. And then, you're mine.

Crisp could feel the demon's power building in his shoes, and he knew that it wouldn't belong until that spell was done. His cock was right on the verge of orgasm, and if he didn't do something, the demon was going to take him over. He'd be food for the incubus until it was done with him, and with the way it was talking, he had no doubt that it was going to be a long time before the parasite was finished. He had to do something, but what? All he could think about was cumming, and that -

Wait...that was it!

The wolf rolled in place, as much as the laces would let him, and started grinding his crotch against anything that he could reach. It wasn't much, but he could feel his cock grinding against the inside of his briefs, the wet fabric squeezing and sliding against him. The laces were still so tight around his bulge, and made a convenient tunnel to hump into, much to the shock of the demon. He could feel it; the incubus had expected him to continue resisting.

Heh, surrendering, are you? Just lay back...let me take it...

"Not...in a million...years..."

Crisp shut out the voice as best he could, blushing as he thought of as many different sexual things as he could. He thought of the people back at school, of the time in the locker room when he'd been stripped almost naked and had his cock pointed at, laughed at. He remembered the words that they'd used, the insults, the...the humiliation. He blushed as his cock throbbed all the harder at the memories, but kept himself grinding against the wet surface of his underwear.

His shoes kept clicking together, but he swore that it was going faster, trying to keep up with him. The wolf wasn't quite sure if this would work, but if he could get over the edge before the spell was ready...maybe...maybe he could avoid the worst of the effects.

He pulled all his memories of what had been done to him - both by the shoes and by his teacher - and forced himself to think of it. His cock throbbed harder and harder, and he groaned as he started to soak the shoelaces and his modified underwear.

The demon was frantic, those laces tightening around his cock almost like a ring in some attempt to keep him from blowing his load, but he pushed himself harder anyway. He managed to keep grinding his cock into the bed, the head of his cock getting so much stimulation from the sheets. They were softer, smoother than they used to be, he realized.

Thanks for having a preference for silk, Draconicon, he thought as he panted, his face burning as he humped like some pervert. He wasn't, he swore. He was just doing this to keep the demon from -

"AH!"

Crisp was forced over once more, the laces wrapping around the base of his cock tight enough to sting. He bit his lip as he humped into the air, trying to find something, anything to get stimulation from as he tried to cum. He was so close. So freaking close.

You aren't going to get away, you little pervert. You're mine. You're going to feed me when I choose -

The wolf shook his head, pulling as many perverted images into his head as he could. His bulge being displayed to the entire locker room, bouncing and dancing as they laughed at him.

Don't you dare. I'm in charge of your orgasms. You won't cum.

His cock bounced and twitched despite the bondage it was in, oozing enough pre that it started to bubble through the underwear. Crisp thought of the dragon controlling him, making him dance through the house in the silliest shoes and the tightest boxers, tap dancing, tap tap tap.

He could feel the demon screaming at him in his head, but he didn't stop. He didn't dare stop. But he needed more.

"Not a pervert...not a pervert..."

I can read your mind! You are a pervert. You are a perverted pup that can't stop thinking about shoes. You can't stop imagining them making you do stuff. Satan below, you are the most hopeless, boner-focused, embarrassing wolf that ever was. What is wrong with you? Freaky little -

It was enough to finally push him over the edge. Crisp threw his head back and moaned to the heavens, cumming past the bondage laces that were wrapped so tightly around his cock. It stung as much as it felt good, but the level of satisfaction of denying the demon all of what it wanted made it worth it.

Yes, he could feel a bit of the demon slipping from his shoes to his feet, but it was better than the alternative. He knew the demon had been trying to build him up, weaken him so that he could take more, but since the wolf had managed to blow his load early, before he'd been edged to a bigger orgasm, it wasn't as effective. Crisp had lost some, but he would guess only about a tenth of what he otherwise might have.

And the demon wasn't happy, considering the way that the laces were more or less strangling his cock with their constant windings and tuggings.

You might have won this time...but I've still got more of you than I had before. And you're only making me stronger.

"Maybe...but you're not going to get me easily. And if we can hold back -"

Heh, do you think that your teacher wants to hold back, you little slut?

Crisp shuddered at the sudden release of his cock, feeling all the blood that had been trapped in there come rushing out. A mix of pain and relief flooded his crotch, and he had to fight a bit of arousal as he watched the shoelaces tie themselves again. The soft, smooth motions of the laces coming together was weirdly erotic, and his cock twitched a few times before he forced it to continue softening.

"Draconicon is fighting you just as much as I am. He'll be able to resist whatever you throw at him."

Heh, you have no idea of what your teacher is really like, do you? He's as much a pervert as you are. And unlike you, he wants to be dominated. He wants to be controlled. He wants to be used. It's only a matter of time until he gives in.

The wolf didn't want to believe it, but he remembered what had been written in the dragon's journal. The ideas about being held underfoot, the thoughts of being someone else's servant for a while...it had all been spelled out. Maybe the demon was right -

No. He couldn't think like that. His former master might have had some submissive tendencies, but he was sure that Draconicon could hold out against the demons as long as he could. Maybe longer, considering that he didn't think the dragon had an exploit that was as easy as his shoes.

Oh no? Why don't we talk a walk downstairs?

"Do I even have an option?"

Heh, no.

Then again...maybe he did. Crisp knew that he couldn't stop the demon as he was pulled off of his bed and dragged towards the door, but he thought that the tugging from the shoes and the demon's magic was a bit weaker this time. Maybe it had expended a fair bit of energy when it had kept him from getting up, and manipulated him. Maybe, without feeding on as much energy as it had hoped to, it was a bit weaker.

He pushed the thought away before the demon said anything. He didn't want to 'say' too much, just in case he was right.

The shoes almost danced him down the stairs, making him thump his feet down hard with each successive step. The wolf grunted, trying to ignore the way that it was making his boner rise again. However, the demon most definitely noticed, and he was thumped along faster and faster, until his cock was bouncing against his belly, and then down against his thigh.

Heh, you are the most shoe-focused wolf - no, the most shoe-focused anything that I've ever seen. Do you even get turned on by anything else?

"Like I'd tell you..."

Heh, you don't have to. I see the other things in your mind. But they're weak, feeble compared to this. I swear, if you ever got a chance to fuck someone, both you and them would have to wear shoes for you to be interested.

He tried not to think about it, but he had a feeling that the demon was probably right.

They rounded the staircase, coming back down to the first floor. Crisp expected to find his former master working on staying calm and collected with the demon-possessed briefs he was wearing. He really had hoped to see that, in fact; it would have encouraged him in his own struggles.

Instead, the dragon was bent back over one of the couches, his back over the top and his boner pointed right in the air. He was humping against...well, nothing, but desperately, helplessly. His underwear was utterly soaked, leaving it transparent and glowing red as the demon in them fed on his obvious lust. Crisp blushed, but his own cock was getting harder looking at that huge, hopeless bulge.

Heh, you see? the demon in his shoes asked. Your 'master' is useless. He's so horny now that I bet he can barely think. All that magical knowledge, all that old magic that you might have used to free yourself; it's all behind a wall of pure lust, now. You know, he's going to cum soon. When he does, my brother will have as much control as I planned to have of you. How long after the dragon becomes a demon slave will you last, I wonder? I bet you'll submit really eagerly, once he does.

He knew that the demon was right. The idea of staying free was just that; an idea. The temptation of falling was far stronger, and the wolf needed something to keep him from falling for it. The dragon had been that, for a while. But now...

Look at that twitching cock.

Crisp was forced to do just that, his eyes locking with the dragon's bulge. The y-front of the briefs was stretched enough to show some of that dark, powerful cock, and the tip of his tent was just soaked with pre, so soaked that it was impossible not to see the shaft inside. His own cock started responding before he slapped it, making it go soft again.

Oh, you don't have to do that. I can take care of -

"Leave it...alone..."

Either the demon didn't care, or he sounded annoyed enough that the demon listened. He couldn't imagine that it was the latter, but he liked to hope that it was.

Whatever the reason, Crisp knew that he needed to help the dragon, or he was going to lose himself. And if Draconicon lost himself to the demons, Crisp knew that he wouldn't be far behind.

Without thinking, he leaped forward, stomping on the dragon's toes.

The demon pulled him back almost immediately, but it was too late. Draconicon shot up, screaming from the stomp, and to Crisp's great relief, the dragon's cock started going down right away. He could hear a vague mumble in the air - probably the other demon trying to tempt the dragon to arousal again - but the deed was done. He'd managed to keep the dragon from going over to the dark side.

However, he still had to deal with his own demon, something that he'd forgotten about. The sudden tightening of his shoes and the whipping of the shoelaces did a good job of reminding him, and he flailed about as he attempted to summon protective magic.

You idiot! We were so close, and you break it now? We were about to have him. Oh, you will be punished for this. You will be punished, broken, and left to rot as nothing but a cum dump. We'll -

A sudden burst of light flared around the wolf's hips, and the shoelaces pulled back. He heard the demon hissing in his head, and he blinked at the sudden relief.

"What..."

"Thanks, Crisp."

He glanced at the dragon, and saw that he had an outstretched hand towards him. A bit of the same light glimmered at his fingertips before it died away, and the dragon collapsed back on the couch. Crisp started to open his mouth to thank the dragon, but stopped. There was something...wrong, and it only took him a second to find it.

Around the waistband of the dragon's underwear, the black scales had turned red. It extended for about an inch above the waistband and down his legs, and the wolf would have been surprised if it didn't go down his tail a bit as well.

"What -"

"Corruption." Draconicon shook his head before groaning, and Crisp could see the demon underwear was already hard at work getting the dragon's cock hard again. "It slipped through a little bit there. Not much, but...mmmph...this is going to be harder to resist now."

Not that it was all that easy to resist before, Crisp thought, remembering what he'd walked in on, what he'd saved his teacher from before.

He slowly sat down beside his former mentor, looking at him. He might have put off the demons once, but he doubted that he would get the opportunity again. They would be keeping them apart more, if they could help it. Isolation would lead to their fall, and soon, if they didn't find a way out of here.

He looked up, silently asking the dragon with a quizzical look if he had an idea.

To his relief, Draconicon nodded.

"Tomorrow," the dragon mouthed at him.

What that would be, the wolf didn't know, but he had a terrible idea that it might be too late. He shook his head, and mouthed one word back.

"Today."

The dragon sighed, but nodded.

The End