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Ain't Nothing but a Foot Pump

For Wott0891

By Draconicon

Saul was one of those guys that everybody knew, right from the get-go, wasn't going to be going anywhere in life. The rhino was a big-shouldered, rough-riding man that had bullied his way through school, dropped out of college, and ended up working as muscle for one of the second-rate gangs that worked out of the stadium district. When it came down to having a good future, Saul's was right down at the bottom of the list.

But he did have one good thing to look forward to every night. One thing that made his life a little bit better than the hell that it could have been.

The rhino slammed the door to his apartment open, kicking off a pair of sandals that were on their last legs. Feet that were barely able to fit in them - they'd been part of a BOGO that ended being more of a TOBO - stomped onto old linoleum, only to almost go sliding down the hallway because of how wet they were.

"Fucking..."

Shaking his head, Saul slammed the door behind him, slapping the lock shut.

"PUMP! Get your ass out here."

From around the corner, the only thing that made his life any better poked its head. A round-eared, somewhat canine-looking thing. The guy he bought it from told him that it was a wotter, some sort of hybrid or some kinda shit, he didn't know. But it was a damn good buy back then.

"Pump, get over to the couch. I've got a mighty need..."

The wotter nodded, blushing as it wiggled out from the corner. A shock collar came into view, the side of it beeping quietly. The smaller guy must have been yapping during the day, winding down the battery. That, or he'd been moaning during his assigned edging. Either way, it meant that he'd have to buy more.

Look's like Pump's eating light for the next day or two.

Saul took his time walking down the hallway. It wasn't easy staying up when his feet were so slippery, not when he couldn't afford hardwood or carpet, but least it kept the stupid shit from fucking up the floor. He slipped at the end, almost falling over, but caught himself on the back of the couch.

Pump, as trained, was already lying on his back on the floor. The wotter had his hands up by his chest, tongue hanging out like some stupid puppy. Saul chuckled, the rhino lifting one foot and bringing it down over the hybrid's face.

"Dumb mutt. You ain't got a thought in your head but feet, do ya, Pump?"

"Mmph..."

"Yeah, you ain't thinking about nothing else, are ya? Ain't thinking about running off, like you did that first day?"

The wotter whimpered, though that might have been because he was grinding his sole down on the stupid thing. He still remembered that first day when the dumb-fuck thought that Saul had bought him out of the goodness of his heart or some stupid thing like that. Ain't like that had ever been there. The hybrid had tried to run off, and Saul had to bring him back.

It'd taken a while for the black eye to heal after that. Or for the muzzle to come off.

Then again, Saul didn't have the fucker for his mouth. He had him for that fat fucking dick sticking up from between his thighs.

The rhino finally pulled his foot off of his wotter's face, leaving Pump with a footprint that spanned the back-left of his head all the way to the tip of his muzzle. It woulda covered more, but the wotter'd turned his head too much.

Not that it mattered.

"I've been walking around all day, Pump. Let's see what some of that magic fucking cock goop can do."

He kicked the shaft first, just like he'd do with a motorcycle. Kick the tires, check it out. If Pump hadn't been edging properly, the thing would sag like a dime-store balloon, too weak and wimpy to stay up, not edged and needy enough to put up with what he was going to do with it.

Thankfully for Pump, it stayed up. He chuckled.

"That's it. You're learning, Pump."

"Arf - nnnngh!"

The wotter made the mistake of making a sound, the collar kicking in and zapping him. The smell of slightly burned flesh made him chuckle, and he smothered the wotter's face with his other foot, grinding down and pinning his muzzle shut so that he couldn't make another petulant sound.

"You sure are stupid, ain't ya? Well, ain't like I bought you for your brains."

He lowered his other foot back down over that cock. Even laid with heel and toes on opposite sides of the thick shaft, he still covered a good chunk of the thing. His big gray feet were wide, wider than his hands, and they'd look pretty damn ugly if they weren't fucking long for a rhino.

He rolled his foot back and forth, half-pressing, half-kicking the wotter under him with his heel and toes. The underside of his foot, soaked with a hard day's work chasing down debtors for the boss, was slicker than it'd be if he'd stepped in a bucket of lube. It didn't take long for the wotter to start moaning and groaning under him, and he chuckled.

"You like that, huh? You like being a foot bitch, Pump? Don't answer that. I already know exactly what you like."

He started to slide his foot back and forth, the raw, dry texture on parts of his sole adding to the texture. The weird creature seemed to like it when he started grinding down like that, playing rough with that cock. Not as rough as he played with the rest of the little guy's body, but rough enough.

As he slid his foot up to the head, tilting his foot to the side to trap the big dumb piece of meat along the rolling curl of his arch, he felt the wotter twitch. Saul immediately jumped to his feet, one foot sliding down along the wotter's face to his neck, almost cutting off his air supply, while the rhino's other foot stomped down, almost crushing the cockhead flat.

"Did you do what I think you fucking did, huh? Did you just try and fuck my fucking foot?!"

There was no reply, the wotter gasping, holding both hands around the rhino's ankle. Saul growled, kicking that dick back to a standing position.

"You think you can just fuck my feet? Just because I'm nice enough to give your fucking ass a place to stay, just because I let you jerk off all fucking day, you think you get to cum when the fuck you want? Wise up, you dumb foot pump. All you're good for is getting my feet to feel better after a long day. So, you just lay there and choke while I work it the fuck out of you."

Ignoring the wotter's gasps and grunts under him, the rhino turned his attention back to the propped-up dick resting against his toes. Even though Pump was gasping for breath under his foot, even though the wotter was squirming and grasping at the ground in desperate need for air, his dick was still hard.

Fucking perv.

He grunted to himself as he fanned his toes, trapping the head of that fat fuck meat between them, squeezing it and milking it of the little dribbles of pre-cum that had already started slipping out. As soon as that gunk touched his toes, he could feel the tingle that was better than any massage oil, better than any of those corn removers.

That's the fucking stuff.

He grinned as he flicked the cock between one set of toes and another, bouncing it between the gaps. It continued to dribble all over the place, occasionally spraying further up his leg, but all that mattered were the bits that got on his sole.

It didn't take long for him to fit it between two toes, jerking it up and down like it was some tool. Pump's gasps were getting quieter and quieter, his eyes rolling back as he was jerked off with nothing but two toes.

"Heh, feel that, you fucking perv? You're gonna cum from just two toes today. You ain't getting anything more than that for being a fucking selfish bitch."

The pants were turning into heaves, and the wotter was shaking, starting to spasm from lack of air. Saul smirked.

"Or maybe you're just gonna faint cause you can't take it. Maybe you're just that much of a fucking bitch."

The rhino stood there, watching the wotter's eyes slowly roll back further and further in their sockets, his mouth falling open...

And then stepped off of him.

"Ah! Ah! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Just like the rhino expected, the sudden gasps for air were just enough to trigger the shock collar, and the scream kept it going. The wotter spasmed and shook, the electricity hitting all the nerves up and down his body, sending him into a frenzy.

A cumming frenzy.

Laughing, the rhino cracked open a can of beer - warm, but who cared - that he kept beside the couch, holding his feet in the air to collect all that cum. It wasn't even a pleasurable orgasm for the wotter, but who the fuck cared? It milked him, and it kept him from being 'satisfied' from it the way that all the foot rubbing would have done.

As the wotter spasmed under the electrical assault on the floor, Saul gulped down a couple of mouthfuls of beer, feeling the hot seed splattering all over the bottoms of his feet. The rhino didn't even bother to rub it in with his hand. He just ground his feet together, rubbing the sole of one over the top of the other, and then repeating the same motion on the other foot, smearing them both with the hybrid's cum, feeling the tingles as it started restoring his feet, feeling almost like a massage going on underfoot.

When Pump stopped screaming, he put his feet back down, resting his heels on either side of the wotter's cockhead. One pinch, and it immediately stiffened back up. Saul smirked.

"Well, perv, you better rest up. You got a lot of product to make tonight..."

The End