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After Class Humiliation For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon

Crisp stumbled through the doors to school with a groan and a bit of a limp to his step. His crotch still hurt from all the working-over that it had gotten during the morning, and his balls felt incredibly tender to the touch. The wolf could barely walk straight, and for that, he blamed his shoes.

Or rather, the aliens, he supposed. They'd told him part of the story - about leaving their planet, coming here to deal with a threat, using him as a vessel for using their best powers - but what stuck was the fact that he was wearing aliens on his feet. More than that, they refused to leave him alone. Something about a bond that they were even less happy about than he was, he thought he remembered; he couldn't be that sure about it, considering that they'd broken up the lecture with a whole lot of humiliation and a great deal of teasing. 'Teaching him his place', they'd called it.

He called it torture. He couldn't remember having that many orgasms in the course of a week, let alone inside of a few hours. Crisp had to lean against the school hallway, his legs spread embarrassingly wide to make sure that his drained balls didn't touch anything.

"You guys are going to kill me..."

We're making you stronger.

Yeah, that.

He doubted that. Even with the wall behind him, he could barely conceive of walking the rest of the way to class. The idea of actually doing any physical activity left him whimpering, and the wolf's tail drooped down.

He was so deep into his self-pity that he barely felt it when someone put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently.

"Crisp? Young man, are you alright?"

The wolf blinked, looking up. Seeing that it was the science professor, Mr. Damasque, he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm -"

An idea hit him, one that the wolf was surprised hadn't occurred to him beforehand. The bull scientist; he had a lot of knowledge about science, right? He had to, being a professor here in the school. Maybe he could -

You better not be thinking what we think you're thinking, Crisp.

Yeah, remember, we're in charge.

The memory of that morning's treatment was a painful one, but he knew that he had to get help from somewhere. If not from a trusted teacher, then who?

"Um, actually...could we talk later, Mr. Damasque? I have something really big going on, and I could really use your help."

"Certainly, Crisp. Come to my office after school."

"Can't it be...well, a bit earlier?"

"I'm afraid that's the only time, son. See you then."

As the bull walked off, Crisp swore that his shoes were heating up, almost like they were stewing his feet. But he did his best to ignore it as he stumbled off towards first period English. The worst that could happen would be that he suffered for a few hours before he talked to Mr. Damasque again. The shoes couldn't stop him from talking, and once the bull knew what was going on, he'd be fine...wouldn't he?

School went by with a great deal of punishment and humiliation from the shoes, ranging from a sudden squeeze and burst of heat along his feet to a rather unpleasant tickling sensation that left him nearly completely insensate during gym class. It had taken an entire bucket of water being thrown on him to shock him out of the hysterical laughter, and even then he was still giggling a bit as he dragged himself off to the corner of the locker room.

That was behind him now, or at least, so he hoped. The school day was over, and once Mr. Damasque saw what he had on his feet, he was sure that the bull would be able to help him. The professor was a published scientist, after all -

We're not going to let you do this, Crisp. You're ours, and we're not just gonna let you go.

Yeah, you're insane if you think that we're letting go of someone useful. And there's no way that we can break this bond.

He tried to ignore them as he walked down the rapidly emptying halls, trying to put his thoughts in a row. After all, he'd have to explain everything to his teacher, and if he didn't do it right, the bull might not believe him. If that happened...well, he was running out of hope already, and he didn't want to make it worse.

Crisp opened the door to the bull's classroom, and waited until the professor looked up. He was waved in, and the wolf closed the door behind him.

"There you are, Crisp. What's up? Usually you're right on time."

"Well, I was, um..."

"Yes?"

"I just wanted to make sure that I said this right."

The bull arched an eyebrow, and the wolf knew that he was already off to a bad start. He opened his mouth, but went wide-eyed as his shoes sudden surged with energy. The laces shot up his legs - under his pants, keeping hidden - and they started marching him forward, almost making him jog.

"No, no! Not now!"

"What are you -"

The shoes carried him across the room faster than the bull could speak. As soon as they were in reach, the green shoelaces shot out from beneath the wolf's pants, wrapping around the bull's neck. Mr. Damasque had just enough time to go wide-eyed himself and reach for the laces before the hard plastic tips slid into his ears...and his eyes went green, and his body went still.

Crisp laid on the floor when he fell, the shoes slightly off of the ground as the laces tightened around the bull's neck. His professor's face was completely slack, limp, almost, and he looked like he was nearly dead to the world. He whimpered, trying to tug his shoes away, but they held themselves in place, like they were keeping him from dragging them back.

"What are you doing? Stop it! He was going to help me."

You were going to show us to someone. We can't let that happen.

We can't let you try and take us away. Our job isn't done.

And now, we're going to show you what happens when you try and defy us like this. It's time for you to learn your lesson.

The wolf couldn't do anything but whimper as the shoelaces pushed pulses of green through the bull's head. Crisp had no idea what was going on, what would happen to his teacher, but he knew that things were changing...and that the sneakers were being as naughty as they had been before, judging by the bulge that was rapidly growing in the bull's pants.

Minutes later, Mr. Damasque was finally released, the laces sneaking back down into quick knots on the wolf's sneakers. They looked normal...but as the bull blinked his eyes and then looked down, Crisp could only blush at the way he was being leered at.

It was a lustful, almost evil look, something that he had never expected to see on any person's face. Not someone in a position of authority over him, anyway. Crisp opened his mouth to beg for help -

"Look who is staying for detention. The little boner boi."

The wolf's cheeks burned at the statement, and he was helpless as he was pulled up by the scruff of the neck and pushed up towards the front of the classroom. The bull sat down on a desk in the front row, crossing his arms. As the desk pushed his hips forward a bit, his bulge was still quite evident, though the wolf's was growing as well, particularly as the laces helped it get bigger and bigger.

"Mr. Damasque -"

"Don't talk, boy. You're here to learn how to control yourself, and how to follow orders. You know what you're going to do?"

"...I don't know."

"You're going to draw that boner of yours on the board, and write 'I'm a bad boner boi' one hundred times. And you're going to do it in nothing but those shoes and your underwear."

"What?! But -"

The shoes were already moving him, green laces reaching up and grabbing his wrists. Even though Crisp tried to tighten his hands into fists, they were able to push his pants down around his ankles. The same thing happened when they dragged his fists along his shirt. With friction alone, they were able to get it up and over his head, and thrown down to the floor. That done, he was in just his red undies, and he blushed as his cock throbbed harder and harder in it.

You're gonna learn just how much we can humiliate you if you don't do what we say, Crisp.

And you're going to make us even stronger for our job in the process.

Crisp had no idea what they were going on about, but he knew that things were getting worse for him than ever. His face burned as he was forced to stand next to the whiteboard and draw out the outline of his bulge, the shoelaces making him exaggerate it and make it even bigger, more perverted looking. The way that his teacher chuckled behind him only made it worse.

As he turned, reaching for another marker to start writing out the lines, the bull laughed at him, and at his boner.

"Look at you. Such a perverted little freak, and in my class of all places. And here I was thinking that you were always quiet because you were studying. I bet you were just getting hornier and hornier and trying to fantasize about it, weren't you? Thinking of being a freaky little fag in my class, boy? Or were you just trying to get up the courage to show off like you are now, huh?

"Look at that boner; it's starting to twitch in your pants. God, you are just a fucking pervert, aren't you? Not even trying to hide it anymore. I bet you're just getting hornier and hornier when people look at it."

And he was, though he wanted to hide it too. He wanted to go run off, hide in a corner, and never let anyone see his cock like this ever again. He wanted to put on the thickest clothes that would never let anyone see the boner that he got, and he wanted to keep himself from being this embarrassed ever again.

That won't happen, Crisp, one of the shoes said as he was made to write the first line, his cock pressing up against the border of the whiteboard as he stood on tiptoe. Your humiliation gets you harder, and that makes us stronger.

But do what we say, and this'll only happen in front of the bad guys. You fight us...and we'll do it in front of the whole school.

The wolf shuddered. He knew that he had no choice...but that didn't mean he had to like it.

No, it doesn't. But you'll do it?

He nodded, even as his cock throbbed harder, and the shoes seemed to give a mental 'smile' at his answer. He wasn't sure that he liked that.

The End