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An Education in Experiences

for BlazingPelt

by Draconicon

VR had become everyone's second-best friend, trailing only slightly behind oxygen and beating out food and water by a large margin. Jake was no exception; considering what amounted to the boring life he led outside of Choices, the multi-world spanning virtual reality experience that had popped off to an extreme degree over the last three years, it was a miracle that he still had the motivation to log off and keep going with his day to day life. Some people didn't; considering that Choices had a way of fooling the brain into thinking that the body was being sustained right up to the point of dying from dehydration or worse, it was all too easy to just sit there and enjoy a better life.

Jake avoided it strictly by keeping a timer to his excursions to the digital world, the gray-white cat spending no more than three hours a day in the virtual realm. Once that was done, he went to bed, and there was never an exception to that.

So, as a result, he spent those three hours doing things that were not only hard to do in the real world, but utterly impossible. Like so many, he spent those three hours at Experiences.

The cat stood in line for the club in his trenchcoat - a small cosmetic purchase from years back that still held a place in his heart - and thick black boots. He adjusted his glasses, fingerless gloves shimmering with the little boosters that he'd installed in them last week, and he waited as the line gradually moved toward the door. The occasional shimmer of an avatar slipping through the front door and loading into the next chamber was the only indication of the virtual state of things as he made his way along.

Eventually, he stopped at the front door. The bull NPC guarding the place held out his hand, the usual disclaimer of what one would see on the inside and the cost to enter - 30 bits, the in-game currency and equivalent to $10 in the real world in terms of how long it took to earn that - displayed at the bottom. Jake tapped a finger on the 'accept' button, and the door went from red to green. He stepped through, and the familiar thud-thud-thud of strip-club dance music filled his ears.

Out of habit, he stepped to the side, looking around the large room. The black-walled chamber was alight with strobe lights that poured down from the ceiling, UV lights that highlighted the evidence of all the pleasure on the catwalk. Two of the fifteen stripper lanes were occupied with a live sex show, though whether it was a show or just the audience getting out of control and buying their entertainment in a more full way was up for debate. His tail twitched as he watched some fat-ass raccoon boys getting pounded from behind, and he bit back the envy that he felt.

Shaking his head, he walked in with his hands in his pockets, taking in the kinks on display tonight. A third of the runways were always occupied with entertainers that only went as far as showing their bodies, perhaps allowing a bit of jerking off or fingering around the table, but no more than that. The others, however, were always chosen by the club's owner, reflecting his fetishes for the night.

Unfortunately for Jake, tonight wasn't his lucky night. Instead of latex bois or demon-infested power-bottoms or some tentacle beasts worn like accessories on hot studs, he found that a solid seven of the runways were occupied by barefoot performers, ones that spent more time going up on tiptoe or extended leg to show off their toes and feet than they did anything else. Even though they were often performing naked, the cat's attention was forced down to their shining soles and ringed toes rather than encouraged upwards towards their sex or their ass.

He rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses back up his nose in distaste.

"I don't get it. There's nothing sexy about feet."

"Is there not?"

He almost jumped out of his fur as he whipped around, looking up at a black-scaled dragon that hadn't been there before. Nor had he loaded in from outside, for that matter. He was just...there.

"...Mr. Draconicon," Jake said, bowing his head ever so slightly at the club owner. "I didn't -"

"Heh, did I hear you disparaging my choice for the runways tonight?"

"Uh, no, no, you didn't."

"The whole point of Experiences is to give someone a chance to try something new."

"...I guess," Jake said, looking away as he tried to find some way to gracefully extricate himself from the situation.

After all, Draconicon was the owner of Experiences, and it wasn't just the fact that he'd nearly insulted the dragon's taste of entertainment for the night. Nobody, but nobody, wanted to attract the dragon's interest in them for more than a few minutes. Legends said that most of the entertainers at the club had been people that questioned him, that had complained, that believed that their needs and wants were supposed to be represented first and foremost in the club. Nobody knew what had changed their minds, but something clearly had, because there was a rhino on stage even now that was shaking his ass, a diamond-bottomed plug showing between his cheeks, who had once been a major critic of the club, saying that it wasn't worth the bits that it cost to enter, and that people would be better off spending it on a five-minute stim-clip than coming here.

Before Jake could find a good way to take his leave, he felt the dragon's arm resting on his shoulders, pulling him back. He groaned as he was squished against the bigger male, his head sticking out from under Draconicon's armpit. A red jacket with a dark blue shirt under it pressed against his face as the white-eyed, black-scaled dragon smiled at him.

"Let's take a seat, and we can talk about your preferences."

"It's fine, I mean, I can find -"

"I insist."

Just enough of a squeeze there to tell him that it was more than just a casual nudge. He could already feel the doors closing around him, the ability to do anything but log out taken away from him. As owner of Experiences, Draconicon could shut down the loading portals in and out of the building as he chose; the only thing that he couldn't do was take away the ability to log off, as that was prompted from a different area.

"Okay...okay."

"Good man. Let's talk about your difficulties with my choices."

It might have been the better idea to just log out rather than 'indulge' the dragon with a conversation, but Jake had seen what happened to those that tried to just leave and come back. As the owner of not only the biggest sex club on Choices but the one with the most buildings under his banner, the dragon had a stranglehold on the biggest, most enjoyable sex joints in the virtual world. If someone offended him, then it would take no more than a thought for him to put the offender's name onto a list of no-entry. From then on, there'd be no fun to be had for the person that jumped out without a good reason.

Jake liked the good nights at Experiences too much to risk that. And a conversation, while intimidating, wasn't that bad a price to pay.

As they picked out a booth facing towards one of the few non-foot fetish runways, Jake did his best to get comfortable. He de-quipped the trenchcoat, replacing it with a tight top and a pair of booty shorts, while the black dragon just chuckled and retained his red-topped, blue-bottomed suit.

"Bottom, hmm?"

"Something like that," Jake muttered.

"Collar says yes."

"..." He de-quipped that, too, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I'm listening. What the hell do you want to talk about, Mr. Draconicon?"

"Well, let's start with that little distaste of yours."

"It's not -"

"Oh, but it is. You were complaining." The black dragon chuckled, leaning on one hand and looking down at him. "Now, what's wrong with this?"

"...You really want to know?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't."

The cat looked back at the other stages again. One of them had a Doberman that clung to a pole with his legs extended, deliberately taking his time to run his clawed toes over his feet, pointing his digits towards the crowd before flexing his toes and pulling his legs back, holding them over his head so the brown-padded undersides could be seen. Glimmering light reflected off the gold toe-rings that adorned the tips, and Jake groaned.

"How does anyone find that sexy?"

"Hmmm, feet in general, or that?"

"Well..."

"Be honest," Draconicon said.

"Well...feet in general. How the hell is that sexy?"

"See, that is the reason to come to my clubs. Here at Experiences, I want everyone to have the chance to leave with a few more kinks than they came here with."

"Yeah, but...feet?"

"It's easier than you'd think," the dragon said, leaning back on his side of the booth. "Tell me. What kind of stuff are you interested in, hmm?"

"Well -"

"Hang on. It's easier to just read it."

The dragon flicked his finger in the feline's direction, and Jake blinked as his character profile popped up as a holographic display before his eyes. That wasn't supposed to happen, nor was someone else supposed to be able to just thumb through it the way that Draconicon was doing.

"What the - stop that!"

"Oh, please. You're not the first person I've checked out this way," the club owner said. "If you didn't read the terms and conditions at the door, that's on you."

"You - ah!"

The dragon's finger came to a stop at the Kink section of his profile. Everyone that used the adult side of Choices had to fill out what they were interested in and what turned them off, leaving details and at least minor notes on each thing for their particulars. It was the system's way to keep them from being subjected to things that they really didn't want to see, such as blood and gore for the majority of users.

Draconicon's finger not only stabbed right through the Kink bar, but opened it, leaving every chunk on the profile in edit mode. Jake's eyes went wide as he realized that he was an open book here.

"Let's see. Not at all opposed to musk, I see. Rimming, always a plus - facesitting, too. Some good appreciation for corruption, as well. Probably why you haven't logged out yet, hmm?"

"..."

"Heh, your red face says it all." The dragon nodded, tapping the hologram once more and opening up a new Kink box. "Let's just add this under a test function, hmm?"

"What are you -"

_Fetish: Feet.

Interest: Curious.

Related to: Submission, Scent, Humiliation, Corruption._

And with that, the holo closed, and Jake gasped as he felt the tingling tickle of electricity flowing into him rather than out. It felt like something was nudging, tickling, probing at the back of his head rather than something flowing out of his arms and extremities.

And it made him afraid to take a look at the Doberman again.

"Now, let's talk just a bit."

"What did you do to me?" Jake hissed.

"I just put a kink in test mode. It's completely removable, don't worry. It's just there to give you a what-if. A test-drive, if you like."

"...You..."

"Hush." Draconicon held up a finger. "Before you complain, let me paint you a picture."

"...Fine."

"Imagine, if you will, a fine-assed stud. Think of a big, round-rumped, super-hung top that you've been chasing for a while, someone that's finally gotten an interest in you and pinned you to his bed. Think about how you feel when you see him turn around, spreading his ass cheeks, showing off that sweaty pucker under his tail. Feel how hard you're getting just from the idea of him sitting on you, your nose squished between his cheeks, your tongue soon to be drenched in the bitter, hot, salty taste of that hole."

Jake's face was already burning up at the first sentence. Normally, his run-ins with others were, if not outright improvised, completely forced on the part of the other person. Admittedly, that always played right into his own dub-con kinks, wanting to be pushed into things and then 'corrupted' past the point of caring, but the point was, they never really talked about it. Talking about it was hard, and it was easier to just give in.

Having his kinks and fetishes laid out before him like this was somehow more humiliating than the times that he had been stripped, slapped in a chastity cage, and paraded before a bunch of demon avatars and gotten fucked for the entirety of a long-weekend vacation. This was on a completely different level, and it had his cock throbbing in his tight shorts as he tried not to imagine the situation and failed.

"You have that musky smell in your nose now, don't you? Just thinking about it, imagining it, has that scent playing right into your fancy."

"Mmmph...so?"

"So, think of that intense scent, think of how it feels to be buried by that, and then, think of that same stud pinning you under a foot with that smell."

It should have been a complete turn-off, but with that link, it wasn't. His cock didn't get harder, but it did keep throbbing. He clenched his thighs together, his glasses fogging up with the heat coming off his cheeks.

"It's not like that. It's not the same."

"No, but it's not that diferent, either," Draconicon said. "And you know what else?"

"What?"

"It's a hell of a lot easier to push that in public than it is to sit on your face."

"Don't -"

"Think of it. Thick of that thick, hot, sweaty smell, think of it rising up from the stud's feet as he presses you into the ground. Think of that scent as he holds you pinned with one foot on your head and the other foot grinding into your face. Think of how he talks to you, reminds you of what you are. Dirty. Slutty. His."

"Nnngh...that's...that's..."

"Think of how easy it would be for him to flirt. All he has to do is let one foot slide out of his shoe, and suddenly, you're looking at the same thing that was keeping you in your place as he edged your cock all night long, as he reminded you where you belonged. All he has to do is curl his toes at you, and you know where you're supposed to be."

"That's...that's not supposed to be -"

"Nothing is supposed to be sexy. 'Sexy' is completely up to us, and what we find sexy. And you're starting to get the idea." Draconicon smiled. "Even before you get around to the whole idea of footjobs, pheromone control from the sole, and more, you're getting the idea of how much power-play is behind a foot fetish. All it takes is a little reframing, and suddenly, it starts getting hot. Particularly to a horny little bottom like yourself."

"Nnngh...not...not a bottom."

"Right, right, your profile said you wanted people to take control. You wanted to pretend not to like it. And this is just one more thing of that, isn't it? It's not about your pleasure. It's not about you getting something. It's about you being forced to like something, and then getting off on that."

Jake wanted to argue, wanted to say that it wasn't true, but the dragon was reading him like a book. He lowered his head, his fingers grasping at the edge of his shorts as he tried to come up with some thought of how that wasn't sexy.

But fuck, fuck it was, just as a basic power-play thing.

"Tell you what."

Jake looked up just as the black dragon swung one leg out from under the table. He shouldn't have been surprised, but the club owner was completely barefoot, a few barely visible sweat droplets running down from his toes along the ball of his foot and over the arch. The toe-ring around the big toe and the golden band around the anklet somehow didn't detract from the oddly powerful image of the bigger male holding his foot out for the cat to see.

"You kiss my foot right now. If you don't love it, I'll cut that fetish out of your Kink board right now, and you can leave with 3k bits in your pocket. But if you do love it...we explore it further."

"...You know what's going to happen."

"And so do you. And that's why you're going to do it." Draconicon smiled, curling his toes. "Make it a good one."

The End

Summary: Jake goes to a sex club in VR, not expecting to see things that he wasn't entirely interested in...or to get the attention of someone interested in him.

Tags: M/M, Teasing, Chatting, Fetish Talk, Foot Fetish, Dirty Talk, Facesitting, Sweat, Soles, Strip Club, VR, Character Alteration, Semi-Hypnosis, Corruption, Draconicon, Dragon, Cat,