[b][u][center]An Education in Experiences Part 2 For blazingpelt By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Jake leaned in and - after a final moment of hesitation - pressed his lips to the dragon’s foot. As soon as he made contact, it was like a circuit was completed. His cock twitched up in his pants and his cheeks burned as he felt how hard he was in his tight, clingy shorts. A simple huff of the sweat and musk scent that clung to the dragon’s sole added to the rush of heat and need that filled him almost immediately, and he had to force himself to lean away from the black dragon’s foot. As he huffed for breath, Draconicon smiled at him. The smug lizard curled his toes, pulling them tight, then flaring them out again. Curl, uncurl, curl, uncurl, each time showing off more than he realized someone could. “So?” Draconicon asked, cocking his head to the side. “I think we both know who won the bet there.” “Nnngh…asshole…I didn’t - you can’t just -” “Ah, ah. Who agreed to the bet?” “...” “And who lost it?” “...Me, both times.” “That’s right. Now, let’s not waste time. You know what you owe me, so get your nose back under my toes…and start worshiping my foot properly.” It was beyond humiliating to hear the smugness in the dragon’s voice, particularly considering that he was right. He looked down at the scaly sole once more, biting his lips as his cock jerked in his pants again. He’d never, ever had this kind of a reaction to staring at someone’s feet before, let alone wanted to go back to doing it. And he did want to get back to doing it. It didn’t matter that his kinks had been hacked in the game world, nor did it matter that he hadn’t agreed to it fully - Draconicon had pushed it, nudged him along before he could say no - or that he had been embarrassed into doing this in the first place. Regardless of all that, he still wanted to shove his face against that large black sole, wanted to lose himself under the other male’s scent, and… And it wasn’t just for Draconicon, either. As he looked around the room, he realized that his eyes were dropping to soles on-stage and off. He stared at the Doberman a few stages down, looking at those brown and black paws and pads, and then at the slippery, well-oiled soles of a peacock dancer a stage past that. His eyes drifted down to an orca staff member walking by, bare feet with black tops and white soles sending a shiver down his spine. “You already have a foot fetish,” Draconicon said, pulling his attention back to the dragon. “Why not indulge it with someone that knows how to treat you right?” “Mmmph…you planned this…” “Obviously.” “Nnngh…no shame?” “Only when it’s sexy.” Draconicon smirked. “Now, Jake, how about you lean down and do what we both know you want to do?” The gray-furred feline looked down one more time, watching the soles wrinkle ever so slightly as the dragon curled his toes again. Why did that look so sexy? Why did the sheen of the soles and the soft musk that came off them go right to his cock and make him want more, and more, and more? He didn’t know…but he couldn’t resist. Jake blushed as he leaned down, his chest against the table as he pressed his lips to the dragon’s arch once more. The pressure of the firm scales against his face, the warmth of the sole pressed against his cheek, and that scent - that heady, slightly sour but heated musk - hit him just as hard as it had the first time. He leaned into it, moaning as he dragged his lips across the scaly underside, planting kisses where he could as his nostrils flared. “That’s it. Breathe it in. Learn where your place is,” Draconicon whispered. “Just take it in…let yourself fall…be content beneath my soles…” Each word was coming from further and further away, and Jake wondered if he was somehow putting himself into trance. Wouldn’t be the first time in the virtual world, but this…this was… Breathe. Another huff of that hot scent, the smell feeling like it was going not just to his lungs, but to his brain. His cock was throbbing so hard under the table, but with each breath, it felt like it was further away, too, like…like he had to focus here, like…like this was where all of his attention belonged. Breathe. Lick. Kiss. He moaned as he kissed a line from the arch of the dragon’s foot up, up, up to his toes, slowly licking between them. Little puddles of sweat greeted him, reminding him of how he was supposed to serve. Licking them, dragging his tongue between them, moaning as he dragged his nose along the bottom of that massive sole - god, it was so big, it could have covered his face completely. He felt so small under it, so weak, and that only made him that much more aroused, that much harder. He was just starting to kiss the dragon’s big toe again when another foot pressed between his legs. Jake gasped, his eyes going wide as the dragon’s toes pulled at the buttons of his shorts. There was no holding back; they ripped his pants open, dragging his underwear down and freeing his cock. He wheezed, trying to find air - “Mmmph!” Only for Draconicon to shove his toes past his lips and pin his tongue in place. No sooner was it pinned - and held by salty, damp digits - than the other foot pressed firmly against his cock and pressed. “Mmmph…mmmph…” He moaned as the black dragon milked his dick, slowly stroking it against his sole. It was one more humiliation, one more reminder of their size difference. Even as he tried to squirm and hump, Draconicon kept him pinned to the booth, and more, that foot - that huge foot - was so big that he was pretty sure that the whole length of his cock - base to tip - barely reached from the top of the heel to the ball of the foot. He wasn’t small. It was just…big. “Mmmph…ah…ah…” “Looks like that size difference kink is starting to kick in,” Draconicon teased, cocking his head to the side. “Look at you. So needy. So desperate. You’d love it if I made you get on the ground and spread your legs for me.” [i]Fuck…[/i] It hit harder than he expected. The mental image of kneeling by the table, his legs spread, his cock throbbing and begging to be stepped on - Splut. Splut. He was spitting pre-cum now. His cock…his cock was so eager to submit, so eager to be shown off. Jake groaned, trying to shake some of it out of his head - “Ah ah.” Dragged down - how? Chains. Chains that were made of faint fume-lines, like black smoke coming off of the dragon’s foot. They wrapped around his head and dragged him close again, forcing his nose against the dragon’s sole. Another breath, another, and another, each one dragging him further down. “Let’s keep some of those kinks a little higher, hmm?” he heard the dragon say from further and further off with each breath. “Crank up that love for hypnosis…make you really love losing your mind…And then, let’s make you crave that scent of sweat…musk…cock…feet…” Every little adjustment hit him harder and harder. Soon, he no longer needed to be thinking of what would happen to him next. Just the feeling of someone rooting around through his character information was enough to have his dick throbbing. Just knowing that his thoughts and desires were being reshaped kept his cock drooling, oozing over the foot pressing against him. And then - Sniff. He huffed that sexy smell, that musky odor, feeling it rushing through his veins like an aphrodisiac. The cat moaned and whimpered, all but drooling at each new hit of it. It was like…like a drug in his system, frying his mind with each new pulse. “Mmmph…mmmph…” “Hehehe, there you are…a nice, needy cat.” “Mmmph…” “Now, speak. Say ‘I love feet.’” “I…I love feet,” Jake moaned. As soon as the words left his mouth, he arched his back, a pleasurable reward slamming through his system like nothing else. Fuck, he almost came right then and there from following orders. How - “Heh, look at that. A nice little twist. Pleasure from obedience,” Draconicon said, idly stroking his toes along the cat’s cheek. “How does that feel, little one?” “Nnngh…ah…ah…” “The answer is ‘It feels good,’ isn’t it?” “It…it feels so…so good - nnnngh!” He did cum this time. He hunched his hips, grinding his cock up along the underside of Draconicon’s foot. The pressure and the pleasure and the sheer rush that came from obeying orders - it was too much for him to resist. He whimpered, moaning, mewling like a kitten as he came hard enough to see stars. His cock swelled and throbbed as Draconicon pinned him back against the booth seat again, grinding down on his cock and keeping him hard as could be, twitching, oozing, dripping against that sexy, scaly sole. Jake rode out the orgasm with a blissed-out expression, his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle. He wasn’t sure how anyone could come back from something like this. Holy…holy fuck it felt good. So hard to think, but that was fine; he had someone else to do his thinking for him. The pressure between his legs faded as Draconicon pulled his foot back. He barely noticed until the toes on his face disappeared, too. It was the breath of fresh air that did it. The lack of musk was just enough to make him start thinking clearly again, though it was only a start. He huffed, groaning, rubbing his forehead as he sat up a little straighter in the booth. His cock still twitched between his legs, still craving attention despite just cumming, but at the same time, he felt…he felt almost wrong, like he had lost something that made him feel better. “What…what did you…” “You might want to look at your character sheet,” Draconicon said, smiling as he rested his head on his hand. “I think you’ll find I made a few changes.” “Nnngh…But…but the foot fetish stuff -” “Was just the start.” “...” “Go on. Check. I’ll wait.” The strip club continued to pulse with activity around him, and Jake had to tune out everything to keep his head on straight. He felt…twitchy, almost, like someone going through a weird sense of withdrawal. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling, either; he felt embarrassed, like someone would see him huffing and shivering and barely holding it together and call him out on it. The idea - No, no, it didn’t bear thinking about that. Had to see what had happened to himself. Had to look at his character sheet and see what had happened, what the dragon had edited. Then he could figure - Flicker. As soon as the details popped up in front of him, his eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. His fetishes from before - facesitting, submission, rimming, musk, corruption - all those were still there, though a little more…exaggerated than before. They’d rested at a pretty solid kink level before (most kinks were between levels 5-6, with powerful ones up to a 7 or 8, with debilitating ones being upwards of 14), but now they’d risen from sevens across the board. Just a simple look at a hole would have him twitching from now on. However, there were…quite a few more now. Sweat had been added as a kink in and of itself, and it was already resting at an eight. Feet hadn’t been part of his kinks before, but now barefooting, bare feet, foot worship, and footjobs were all solidly checked at a nine. He’d be getting hard just at the thought of a footjob, now, and probably getting stiff every time someone near him took off their shoes. Worst of all, however, was that ‘slavery’ was at a thirteen. Not utterly debilitating, not something that would consume him, but not far from it. No wonder just obeying the dragon had felt as good as it did; he was hardwired to want that now, to crave serving someone and being pushed into that servile role. His jaw hung low as he tried to adjust it, but no. The changes looked like they were permanent. Draconicon chuckled on the other side of the glowing sheet. “Does that answer your questions?” he asked. “Why…how…” “Why is easy enough. You came here looking for something different, and I decided that I’d give it to you. My way.” Draconicon chuckled. “As to how, this little club has a number of rules carved out that lets me do what I want. Your character sheet, your kinks, your likes and dislikes: all of them can be reprogrammed here, as test-modes.” “...How do I change back?” “Well, all you have to do is honestly say that you don’t want any of it.” “...I…I don’t, though.” “Well, that’s the thing. You do.” Draconicon chuckled. “Otherwise, it would already have changed back.” Jake spluttered, trying and failing to find a word to get in edgewise. There had to be some sort of mistake. He didn’t - he wasn’t - “On the floor, slut.” Jake moved without even thinking about it. By the time he was kneeling, his hands on his thighs, his shorts still unbuttoned and his cock still out, he was only barely registering that he’d been told to do something. It took Draconicon slowly sliding around on the booth seat to actually realize what he’d done. And it felt…good. Good to obey, good to show off, good to be a little slut for someone that would actually - “Spread.” He spread his legs further, his toes curling under his ass. His cock jumped, twitching, oozing pre-cum from the tip to the floor. Jake gasped as Draconicon rested his toes on the tip of his cock again, curling them around, squeezing it gently. “Good boy.” “NNNNGH!” The praise hit him just as hard as the new foot fetish did. No, harder; he came right then and there, splattering the underside of the dragon’s toes with every bit of cum that he had in his balls. Each little spasm down below hit him harder than the last, leaving him wheezing in pure pleasure. Squirt. Squelch. Squirt. Squelch. Every pulse from his balls up his cock was enough to leave him whimpering. The wetness running down his shaft from Draconicon’s toes wasn’t any better; if anything, that slimy mess made him whimper even more. His hips kept twitching, trying in vain to fuck the dragon’s toes, to smear his cock with more of his own goo, to do…well, anything to make it hotter and a little bit messier. Were there others watching him? Fuck, that only made it hotter; he was supposed to be watched, supposed to be putting on a show, and - [i]Oh fuck, did he - did he put exhibitionism up higher too, or - god, why…why is it so hard to…think…[/i] He shivered as his orgasm finally came to an end, his cock twitching still but no longer dripping with cum. As he wheezed for breath, the dragon pulled his foot back, lifting it up. Jake was forced to look at it, and…and it was so sexy. Black scales contrasted with the white lines slowly running down from the toes. Each little string of his own seed looked like some silver thread that had been laid over the dragon’s sole, decorating it, adding to it, and… And it all came from him… “Good boy,” Draconicon whispered again. “Mmmph…” “Hehehe, almost had another load come loose, didn’t you?” “F-fuck…” “You’re going to be a smash hit tonight,” the dragon said, lowering his foot to the ground. “I think that any dom around will enjoy putting you through your paces.” “Nnngh…I’m not…I’m not just here to submit.” “No, you’re here to be owned. Temporarily, perhaps, but you don’t come here for something so mild as submitting to someone else,” Draconicon said, pushing himself to his feet with a soft squelch of the residual slime on his soles. “You come here to tempt others into taking it further and further. All I did was make it that much easier for them to do it.” Jake blushed. “Now, you can leave at any time…but all those kinks stay. Unless you can honestly say you’re done with them, that you don’t want them anymore, you keep ‘em. So…Heh. Have fun.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Jake is dragged further into submission and servitude in the VR club, and Draconicon nudges him to enjoy himself far more than he planned to. Tags: M/solo, M/M, Cat, Dragon, Draconicon, VR, Virtual Reality, Mind Hacking, Kink Hacking, Kink Adjustment, Foot Fetish, Foot Worship, Nudity, Orgasm, Cum, Forced Orgasm, Submission, Sweat, Musk,