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Footwork Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Neobesitz

The university gym was a place of activity and silence that rose and fell like tides, bursting into frenzies and then falling still for hours at a time. Numerous teams used the facilities and the university had invested a lot of money into them, at least into the fields, pools, nets, showers and ramps. The lockers, however, had not fared such luxury and were not that difficult to bypass. The break-ins had been a problem for a long time, but no one had gotten quite as good at them as Curtis. Cautiously, carefully and quietly, Curtis moved into the locker room, his eyes peering out from behind his glasses, making sure the coast was clear.

Curtis was a rather unusual student. He had fairly good grades, he was calm and polite, but he was chronically shy... shy not only because of his own nature, but also because of where his interests lay... and once more his interests had brought him into the locker room. He moved along the long rows of red metal lockers, his chest rising and falling. He was an average height and build. He'd lost a lot of weight after coming to college. His dark brown hair was fluffed up, looking almost naturally spiked but not quite. He had a perfect nose and a somewhat simian mouth, rounded slightly in an adorable way. In fact, he looked quite young for a college student, looking like he was still in high school with the smile of a teenager. He had used his shy smile to get out of getting caught once or twice, but he knew that would only get him so far.

A well timed turn took Curtis down a row of lockers to the specific goal of his adventures, the locker he had gone to so many times. He looked around to make sure no one was around before he ran his hands over the metal appraisingly. He knew what he was doing was wrong, that he should be ashamed of himself, but he just couldn't help it. Reaching into his pocket, Curtis pulled out the tools of his trade and got to work. He left the lock in place and focused on the hinges instead; sliding caps and pins out before he removed the door entirely, setting it aside to reveal the contents inside.

A burgundy and white jersey hung on one side of the locker, a jockstrap on the other and a kit in the back with soaps and shampoos... but at the bottom of the locker was what Curtis had come for, what called out to him... the shoes, the football cleats of Rory Winter. Curtis lifted up one of the shoes, feeling the thick rubber tread, the well worn laces, the spongy leather and the flecks of mud and grass. He brought it up slowly, looking at the thick tongue of the shoe that had caressed his crush and the beckoning gap within. He brought the hole of the shoe to his face and inhaled, taking in the scents deeply.

The pungent sweaty aroma ripped through Curtis like a lightning bolt. He moaned softly, his cock quivering and stirring from its slumber, blood leaking into it. Curtis blushed a bit before he pulled his backpack off of his shoulders and slid the shoe inside, grabbing the other and stuffing it in as well. Once his quarry was in storage, he replaced the locker door, sliding the pins and caps into place. The lock clicked again as if it had never been bypassed. Curtis glanced both ways before he started moving toward the ramp, but when he heard voices echoing down the faux stone walls he knew a group was coming. He glanced around before looking to the pool door. No one had a swimming session. He plotted his escape route before acting, crossing past the showers before moving out the door. He eased it silently shut behind him, leaving the locker room quiet for a split second before a group of jocks entered.

There wasn't anything quite like college football players; men coming into their prime as males with the added boosts of testosterone. They were tall, strapping, broad shouldered and rugged. While Rory was not the largest of the team, he certainly had an appeal. His dishwater blond hair was buzzed short except down the middle of his head almost like a faint Mohawk. Stubble covered his cheeks and darkened toward his chin for a vague goatee and he filled out his clothes nicely with thick pectorals and arm muscles. The jocks moved to their lockers with laughter and snickering at the earlier jokes, though as Rory turned the lock and opened the door, he paused, seeing an empty locker bottom.

"Oh my god, did it happen again?" One of Rory's teammates asked.

"Someone nicked his shoes again?!" another asked, his voice as deep as gravel.

"It's alright; it was part of a plan." Rory said. The other two moved forward.

"Getting your shoes stolen was part of a plan?" The first jock asked. Rory smirked.

"Oh yes... The thief used to just steal one, probably wanting me to think I dropped the other and it got swept up or something, but he's getting greedy. Whoever is doing this is in for a BIG surprise." Rory grinned softly to himself.

****

Curtis moved into his dorm room and shut the door behind him, locking it tight. He crossed the room to make sure the blinds were tightly shut before he sat on the floor, moving to set the backpack before him. His heart was racing so hard he could feel it in his neck. He had gotten away, he had the shoes, he had the room to himself for a whole weekend. It was going to be great. Curtis reverently unzipped the backpack and drew out one shoe, then the other, setting them with reverence onto the floor before tossing his backpack onto the bed. With that out of the way, he gazed at the shoes, their black and red material, their spongy interior.

The captivated young man reached out to lift up one of the shoes, bringing it close, sticking his face into the shoe again before he breathed deep. The smell of male and sweat and spongy athleticism was like a drug. Curtis moaned and laid back on his floor, feeling his khaki slacks tent up into a tall proud bulge. He reached down to lower his zipper and slide the button out, letting his manhood hit free air. Curtis soon held the shoe in his left hand while his right stroked up and down his shaft, his hips pumping a little.

As Curtis held the shoe to his face, he not only sniffed but started to lick at the shoe. His warm saliva soaked into the material, unlocking the juices trapped inside. It was so strong and so foul that Curtis loved it; his groin tingling with want and need, but more than that, the tingling seemed to soak into Curtis's tongue, making it a bit rougher, a bit longer, his teeth sharpening ever so slightly. Unaware, Curtis continued his efforts, tongue lapping the interior of the shoe, getting ever more into it. His cock pulsed and bobbed with his heart beat... but just smelling and tasting them wasn't enough. He wanted to feel the essence of Rory on him, to feel it touch his skin.

Curtis slowly sat back up, leaving his cock for the moment. He untied his own shoes and cast them aside before pulling off his socks. He knew his feet weren't as attractive as Rory's, but they would have to do. He carefully began sliding his left foot into the left shoe, feeling the cottony cloth brush his bare skin, accepting it in deeper. The shoe groaned slightly as a foot invaded it, the heel dropping in next. The foot made a dull echo sound as it plopped in, not nearly as large as Rory's, but Curtis didn't care. He tied the laces up carefully until the shoe was on tight, then he moved onto the next one, sliding it into place.

As Curtis gazed down at himself, he imagined what it would have been like to be part of a team, to be an athlete. Would he have been able to see Rory naked, showering before practice? Would they have a bromance?" Curtis shuddered in delight at the thought, wiggling his toes, the heat of his feet working out all the sweat and juices in the shoe. Curtis moaned in desire, knowing his feet were touching what Rory's had. He moved to stand up, using his bed for leverage, wanting to get a true feel for them both. He'd never been so bold as to steal both, it was an unprecedented thrill.

Curtis took a step, then another, shifting his weight around with a grin. He reached for his cock to start masturbating once more, but then the strangest of things happened - his foot moved on its own. Curtis was surprised and stood in place, but then his other foot moved, then the first, taking him toward the door. Curtis' eyes were large behind his glasses as he bumped into the door, his knees working against the wood. Curtis was absolutely shocked, stunned and mortified. He tried to walk back but his feet remained in place. Growing desperate, he tried to throw himself down and off his feet, but as he fell onto his dorm room floor, his foot reached up and flexed to turn the door knob. The lock clicked open and the door moved, leaving Curtis precious seconds to stuff his shaft into his fly and zip up before he was exposed to the hallway.

His foot dropped down and the other began moving, dragging Curtis into the hallway. He grunted in shock and tried to pull the shoes off, but the laces were rock hard. As he was dragged along, he knew the only way to avoid serious carpet burn and possibly something far worse when he came to the stairs was to cooperate. Curtis moved to get back upright, climbing up door frames as he passed, eventually wobbling to his feet, or the feet that had been hijacked.

He strode down the hallway with an odd swagger, half from fighting with his own legs and half because of the way the shoes were walking him, but it felt odd on his feet, oddly right... almost as if his feet had wanted for so long to feel so natural. With each step, Curtis' feet throbbed and pulsed and slowly the shoes didn't seem quite so big on him, almost as if they were shrinking to suit his feet, but Curtis gazed down at them, they weren't changing. The only explanation was that his feet were... They had to be growing longer, wider, thicker... and again Curtis moaned.

The young man's shaft tented in his pants even more insistently as he imagined his feet growing longer, wondering if they were even remotely like Rory's. Maybe they were sloped perfectly, or creamy, or broad healed... All the things he loved in Rory but never thought possible for himself. Curtis moaned more, feeling his toes brush the end of the shoes as he reached the stairs, heading downward, step by step. He thought about asking someone for help, but the thought of them asking how he'd gotten the shoes was too embarrassing... He knew it would be easier to face his fate than to ask for help, and with that thought in mind he disappeared out of the door at the bottom of the stairs and into the evening.

****

Clicks and clacks came from Rory's fingers as he played Call of Duty on his Xbox, though when a loud thump hit his door and rattled the frame, a grin crossed his lips. He knew what was on the other side. Rory rose to his bare feet, his toes gripping the carpet as he walked to the door, a ring hugging each of his little toes. He turned the knob and opened the door, seeing Curtis on the other side. Curtis looked at the leaves stuck in his hair and his partially thrashed shirt, then his tented pants and the shoes he wore, the stolen shoes. Rory grinned wider.

"So it was you, all this time?" Rory asked.

"What's... going... on?" Curtis panted, exhausted from keeping up.

"You and I have something in common; we're both feet men... But you kept stealing my shoes and not giving them back. Do you know how expensive that was getting? So... I had to come up with something to treat your fancy footwork. Now that you're here, I can have a little fun..." Rory said, moving to shut and lock his dorm door, circling Curtis, getting a look at him. All Curtis wanted to do was run but his legs were stuck in place. With nothing else to do, he looked Rory over before spotting his feet, nearly swooning. Rory grinned at that.

"Oh yes, you like them, don't you? What's your favorite part? The look, the feel, the curves, the slopes... Oh no, I can see it already... With a mouth like that you must really love the taste." Rory said. Curtis blushed in deep shame. Rory all but chuckled, reaching over to caress Curtis' shoulder, "Don't worry. You don't have to be concerned about what's going to happen next. I'll tell you all about it." Rory whispered, "Now, tell me about what brought you to me?"

"These shoes..." Curtis said. Rory shook his head.

"No, why these shoes?" Rory whispered. Curtis swallowed a bit nervously.

"Well, uh... I saw a few of your games, but I couldn't stop watching you, especially when you took your helmet off... You're just... so..." Curtis hesitated, looking at Rory but Rory's eyes were begging for the answer. Curtis took a breath, "Handsome."

"And so you wanted to get closer to me?" Rory asked with a grin, "Well, wish granted... but it's going to come at a price my friend. You see... I don't just like feet." Rory said with a grin, "I'm a furry." He admitted.

"A furry?" Curtis asked in surprise.

"Oh yes, a furry, so I like paws... very much." Rory said, crouching down, stroking the tight shoes. Curtis grunted in surprise, not having realized how tight the shoes had gotten. They felt like they bunched up all around his feet, squeezing everything but his heels. The leather seemed distended and bloated, stretched in general.

"What... what do you mean?" Curtis whispered. Rory grinned wide.

"I am going to give you what you want... Access to my feet, my shoes, to everything, but the price is that I get what I want. Nice big fluffy paws, the biggest I've ever seen..." Rory moaned, his own erection raging as the shoes quivered. Curtis groaned in discomfort at the pressure before there was a slight groan from one of the shoes on Curtis' feet, and then a slight pop as a claw pushed out of the material. It was curved and sharp and thick, a dark brown, practically black. Rory crouched down to loosen the laces and as the ankle opened up a bit, a thick line of black fur started right where the shoe had been, moving down.

Curtis fell onto Rory's bed in shock, looking at his foot. Rory pulled the shoe, straining and stretching it before it all but exploded off of him, revealing a very strange, very different foot. Patches of black fur were growing out from the skin, parts of the toe tips had swollen and rounded and Curtis' toenails were longer and curved, partially sunken into his foot and stretching out all at once. The fur spread, but so did the feet. He had been a mere size ten before but he had to be at least size twelve, if not thirteen... roughly.

While Curtis' feet were growing, they were not growing in the shape feet usually came in. They grew wider far faster than they became longer, his toes adjusting in width... and the sole of his foot began pushing out, rounding and inflating into a paw pad. Rory sat down on the carpet and lifted Curtis' changing foot, bringing it to his face. He nuzzled his stubbled cheek against it before he opened his lips and licked at it eagerly. Curtis gasped in shock and pleasure, unable to restrain himself in the slightest, his other leg kicking a bit in pleasure before he blushed furiously.

"You're a good slut... but you could be great..." Rory whispered with a slight grin. He moved to give Curtis' cheek a lick, causing the young man to all but collapse in glee. Taking that moment, Rory unbuttoned and unzipped Curtis' pants before yanking them off of him, casting them aside before he chuckled. Curtis hadn't even had enough time to get his cock back into his underwear when the shoes had brought him. Still, the underwear was of little consequence and was removed, leaving Curtis' shaft lying against his stomach.

"What are you going to do?" Curtis whispered.

"To make you my perfect slut, you need a bit more fitting attire." Rory said, reaching down under his bed before pulling out a used jockstrap. He sniffed at the material before grinning, "I know you wanted to take these but they were harder to explain the loss of, weren't they?" Rory whispered, sliding it up over Curtis' legs. Curtis gasped, feeling the fabric... Warm, faintly moist. His lip twitched as he felt more embarrassed than he had in his entire life, but more turned on all at the same time. Rory lifted Curtis' hips just long enough to get the straps under his ass and around his hips. The fabric closed around the erection, stretched and tented over it. Curtis nearly hyperventilated from having his crush's moistness on his shaft.

As Curtis writhed and basked in the experience, his exposed foot continued to shift and contort. The heel shrank and shifted forward and his ankle grew thicker and taller vertically. All at the same time, the toes spread wider, distorting more. While his toenails had looked quite unruly before, as they fully sunk into his foot and the flesh grew over them, the lack of humanity revealed it for what it was - a paw. The black fur spread out over it completely, save for portions of his toe tips and the bottom of his foot that were swelling and rounding, pushing out fully into paw pads.

Rory backed up, leaving Curtis on the bed, clad in a shirt and jockstrap and one shoe before he crouched down, rubbing his stubbled face against the foot. Curtis gasped in shock at how different his foot felt. It was smaller but stronger, tighter and furry... Rory nuzzled and rubbed it for a long moment before his lips parted and he began to lick at Curtis' foot. Curtin moaned sharply, reaching to grope himself, feeling ashamed and turned on at the same time. His insatiable lust for shoes had brought him there. Now he was the pawn of another man, but a man that felt so good.

Rory sucked and slurped on Curtis' furry toe, licking the paw pad, his hand moving to grope himself. He slid a hand into his shorts to work at his own rod before he brought it out, but much to Curtis' surprise, it wasn't a normal human shaft. The head tapered to a point, the shaft was red and veined and the base was slightly bulged out. Rory stroked on his cock as he sucked Curtis' toe, but soon that wasn't enough. He took another into his mouth, sucking on the paw, working before he grunted.

"I need more, I need bigger..." Rory said, letting go of his cock, moving to massage Curtis' foot. The helpless young man grunted and shuddered as his paw stretched wider and thicker, the fur thickening, the paw pads increasing. The musculature changed as well, giving him completely animal features from the ankles down. Rory felt like a god, stretching Curtis' feet larger in every direction like modeling claw, but even one foot wasn't enough.

Rory moved over just a few inches before lifting the foot Curtis still had in a shoe. He pressed his fingers against the material and Curtis groaned in shock. The leather was stretched tissue paper thin by a foot cramped up and crushed inside. The laces shuddered with every movement, about to give up, but before they fully lost integrity, several more claws pushed through the material as the foot grew in size, pushing out in every direction. The material split and furry black paw emerged from the gaps.

Curtis panted softly as he watched the shoe come apart, revealing his two bare paws in all their glory, exactly as they were. The fur trailed off on his legs, but the paws were his, all his, a complete part of him. He wiggled his toes and the toes on the paws moved. They weren't even slightly human anymore, and they weren't small at all. Curtis tried to come to grips with the change, but his body seemed to go another direction as a squirt of precum splashed into Rory's used jockstrap.

Rory growled in bliss at the paws, totally smitten with them. He grabbed the newly revealed paw and rubbed it all over his face, nuzzling and licking and biting the paw pads before gnawing on the claws, using both paws to hug his face before he stood up, brought his cock over and started rubbing it against Curtis' foot. Curtis panted, moaned and even drooled. At one point all he had wanted was to get away, but now he had a hot, hard cock against his paw, his crush having sexual relations with him.

With hesitation, Curtis started to curve his foot around the shaft as best he could, giving more friction. Rory panted and groaned, humping into the foot, moaning sharply, nearly cumming, but as orgasm approached he edged it off, wanting to save it until he was truly ready. Rory moved to the edge of the bed, leaning in just a bit, gazing into Curtis' eyes. He wanted to see how far he was gone, how far he had given in. Curtis was panting, sweating, moaning and gazing up, not sure what to do next. Rory licked his lips.

"There's my slut... But it's time to earn your keep, time to return the favor." Rory said, moving to sit on the other bed in the room before lifting his legs seductively, his feet dangling in the air. Curtis was overwhelmed that the moment he had been waiting for for so long had finally arrived. He had dreamed of getting to Rory's feet, to having them in his hands so many times. The jerking sessions, the fantasies, the daydreams in class. It had all come together, it was all happening, both so different and exactly as he had fantasized. Curtis had even dreamed of being a foot slut, but he never expected it to happen... but there it was.

In a moment of singular definition and purpose, for the first time in recent memory, Curtis did not hesitate, wait or weigh his options. He sprung off the bed and lunged for one of Rory's feet, wrapping his hands around it. His glasses had fogged over with how much he was panting and sweating, but even with the fog on the glass he could see how perfect the foot he held was. He lifted it up and extended his tongue, drawing it from the round slope of the heel, across the arch and then the ball of the foot before coming to the toes, kissing each one.

Curtis found it hard to believe how perfect Rory's feet were. The heel wasn't too hard or soft, it was fleshy and clean. The arch had an amazing shape and the ball of the foot was remarkably soft for as much as it was used, but the toes... the toes were Curtis' favorite part, like little lust dogs wiggling on the end of the buffet that was Rory's foot. Curtis wrapped his thick lips around the big toe and slurped and sucked, bobbing his head up and down. With each suck, Curtis seemed to lose more of himself into it, his inhibitions melting away. Every bit of fear and doubt and hesitation was disappearing. He felt something growing in him... and it was the foot slut he was born to be.

The new foot slut put his pronounced mouth to good use, moving on to suck the next toe, then the next, then several before his lips wrapped around all five toes at once. He sucked and slathered them with saliva; his eyes squeezed shut, his muscles trying to smile despite the foot in his mouth. Curtis put in more and more effort, his cock raging harder as he gave into it. Not only was he making his dreams a reality, but Rory was letting him do it, even making him do it. Curtis wasn't sure why, but there was something awfully good about the feel of that.

Rory felt more confident with each slurp that he had made the right decision to booby trap his shoes as he watched Curtis. He sucked like a pro, his hands caressing and massaging the foot as he worked on it, pulling off to eagerly go after the next, working it all over with his mouth. Rory moaned, laying back for a moment, his only regret being that he hadn't booby trapped his boxers as well. He sat up again and reached down, pulling Curtis' glasses off. Curtis looked up with a third of a foot in his mouth, almost like a dog who was worried his master was mad.

Curtis couldn't see as well, but at the same time he didn't need to in order to please his master. His master... the thought seemed so alien and yet so right. Curtis played it about in his mind as he worked and each loop made it seem like it just made more sense. He was a foot slut and these were the feet he was a slut to. He humped the air as he rubbed the foot all over his face, getting closer and closer to the edge, unable to hold back himself. He panted hard before groaning, working the foot in and out of his mouth, bobbing on it suggestively before he felt the building inside of his own loins.

Feeling the orgasm coming, Curtis seemed to want to accelerate the process. One foot slid in and out of his mouth, his tongue lacing up and down between each toe, tasting the flesh and savoring it as his cock throbbed, but he also massaged the meat of Rory's other foot. His fingers pushed into the flesh, working it around in circles, rubbing and stroking with due reverence. He felt so natural where he was that he had completely forgotten about his paws, but the paws hadn't stopped changing.

As if feeding off of his fetish, Curtis' feet had continued to grow to immense proportions. It was almost as if he had slid on oversized black wolf paw slippers, but they were his feet. The toes were immense, his paw pads thick and his ankles stronger than ever. Kneeling where he was, the paws were up facing, extending back from his bent legs. They widened and thickened ever more, looking big enough to be pillows, throbbing with blood and heat from his heart, filling with vitality. It would be difficult, if not impossible to hide the feet from view of others, but neither Curtis nor Rory seemed worried about that at the moment, not when such pleasure approached.

Once more, without warning, Rory moved. He took his feet back from Curtis, eliciting a whimper from the slut. Rory slipped off the bed and laid Curtis back onto the floor, letting him stretch out between the two beds. Curtis reached to grope himself but Rory swatted his hand. Curtis tried again and met the same fate before staying still. Rory moved to shuck his pants, revealing that he too was wearing a jockstrap. His shirt came off next before he cast it aside and pounced on Curtis.

Curtis grunted as the body weight came down on him but he soon moaned, feeling Rory's weight on him. It was oddly nice, oddly fitting. It just seemed right, especially their groins pressed tightly together. Curtis gazed up at Rory a bit blindly, but he got all the reassurement he needed as Rory leaned in and kissed his slut. The two embraced fully, seeming a very unlikely pair at first sight, but the nerd and jock were so tightly ensnared that they just clicked. Even the kiss went together well as Curtis realized they had the taste of feet on their mouths and that shared experienced let the kiss grow even more intensive between them.

Rory moaned and ground against Curtis, their erections so tight, clad in the tight stretchy material of the jockstraps, but Rory was intent that their first time would blow Curtis' mind out of the water. He reached down and lifted the material, letting his thick, hot shaft slide out. He lifted Curtis next, but then slid his meat in with his partner's. Soon Rory was sliding back and forth and Curtis was lost in a new level of bliss. His back arched, he panted and moaned, pressing into the humping as best he could.

The feeling of the hot, moist cock on cock action was blissful, restoring every bit of edge that had faded in between intimate acts. Rory didn't seem to be holding back at all. He humped and ground and writhed, working Curtis up as they went at it. Curtis groaned sharply, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his mouth hanging open. It was nearly perfect, almost enough to send him over the edge. He wasn't sure what was missing, but it only took Rory a minute more to prove that he was the master of the situation.

Rory moved his feet down, brushing Curtis' paws gently. Curtis gasped, feeling the human flesh against his sensitive furry feet. Soon Rory was even lacing toes in with the canine toes of his partner. Between the foot play, the humping and the closeness, Rory knew it would only take one more act to push his partner over the edge. He leaned in and kissed Curtis before moving to suck on his bottom lip, drawing on the flesh.

Curtis arched his back even more before he broke from the kiss and let out a howl. His balls throbbed and his shaft pulsed before the thick, hot white seed of his member sprayed all over Rory's rod, trapped in the jockstrap they now shared... but that hardly did it justice. The sensation was like a blinding white light of pleasure inside of Curtis' brain, filling him with such intense pleasure that he couldn't move, think or speak. His brain was boiling and his cock was spraying off the excess pressure.

"Now I bet that felt good..." Rory whispered, his grin increasing, "But now comes my favorite part. I am going to fuck you with your own juices..." Rory said, pulling his shaft out of the jockstrap, painted in Curtis's seed. Curtis gazed at it in awe and wonder, watching as Rory pushed his jockstrap out of the way and lifted his hips, coming forward. Curtis gasped, feeling the slick tip of Rory's member push against his hole. For a moment the muscle resisted, but as Curtis reconnected his thoughts with his body, it opened like a flower blossom on a spring day.

Rory growled happily as his shaft slipped in, but his shaft wasn't his only focus. He still rubbed his feet against Curtis' paws, never forgetting what had brought them together, the fact that Curtis was his now, thinking of the future they would have together. Rory pushed in inch by inch before he tilted his hips to increase the friction and dragged his hips back. Curtis took a little while to adjust to it, but as Rory started moving back and forth with greater and greater speed, Curtis was getting more and more into it.

The two bucked together, feet molesting each other and bodies rubbing, their mutual moans billowing out. Curtis gazed up at his partner, his belly still covered in sperm that leaked from his borrowed jockstrap. Rory moved and jabbed his shaft into Curtis, trying to hone onto the prostate before striking it over and over again. Curtis all but frothed from his mouth as he came again, and soon Rory did as well. He moaned, groaned, tilted his head back and howled in pleasure; basking in it all before he sprayed his seed up into Curtis.

Curtis felt his ass quiver and welcome the seed into him as he looked at Rory with a deep seated affection, and that affection was soon returned. Even before Rory had finished cumming, he moved to kiss Curtis, the two embracing once again. Rory slowly lay down on Curtis, their bodies complimenting each other in their love nook between the beds. Rory kissed Curtis and sucked on his lip before he turned his head and rested it on his partner's shoulder.

"You are mine now... My foot slave, my boyfriend, my everything." Rory said softly.

"O-Okay..." Curtis whispered. Rory smirked and moved to kiss his neck.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Rory asked. Curtis blushed furiously before nodding a bit.

"Yes... Yeah, that is." Curtis said, blushing again. Rory spotted the blushing before he kissed the red cheeks.

"You are adorable..." Rory smirked, "We are going to have so much fun together." Rory said, closing his eyes, lying sprawled out on Curtis before he soon passed out. Curtis was left beneath his new boyfriend, holding him, filled by him. Curtis wasn't sure what to do for a long moment, but he eventually decided to join in. His eyes slipped shut, he released a contented sigh, his paws stretched and then he passed out, falling into a deep slumber, the two still fully embraced.

****

Laughter echoed out from the showers as the football team engaged in jokes and barbs with one another, but one by one they moved out to get ready to head home. As Clive and Toby emerged, they spotted someone they didn't expect to see. Curtis was sitting in front of Rory's locker wearing his boyfriend's burgundy red jersey with black basketball shorts... and the largest sneakers any of them had ever seen. The black and red skateboard shoes hugged Curtis' huge feet and cupped around the ankle, the flat foot bed making plenty of room for his paws while the ankles hid his fur.

"Daaaamn man, with kicks like that you best be damn hung..." Toby murmured.

"I can see why Rory must like you." Clive whispered, moving past Curtis to get to his locker. Toby lingered a bit longer, trying to see if he could spot a trouser snake hanging out of Curtis' shorts before he gave up and moved to get his street clothes. Curtis kept sitting on the bench, blushing in embarrassment at it all before finally Rory emerged buck naked from the showers. Curtis sprung to his feet and opened the locker with the code Rory had given him before pulling out the towel. He moved to dry Rory off and Rory moved, wriggling his smooth ass cheeks against the towel, then his shoulders, then his groin.

"You got your own personal towel boy?" Toby smirked, "That isn't fair."

"Hey, he's more than just a towel boy. He's my boyfriend, and a great security guard for my locker. Since we've been together, nothing else has gone missing at all. Isn't that right Curtis?" Rory asked, gazing into his eyes. Curtis lowered his head a bit before nodding.

"That's right, not a single thing missing." Curtis admitted.

"Now give me a big kiss." Rory said, leaning in. Curtis all but melted in Rory's arms as they embraced, their lips meshing. They kissed in full open as other team mates emerged, each one just as shocked by the enormous size of Curtis' shoes and his feet inside. They moved to their lockers, though several whispered. The whispers only fueled Rory's glee. It had taken some fancy footwork but he'd landed himself a great doting boyfriend.

"Hey Rory, and tips on landing a hottie like that?" Toby asked after a moment. Curtis' eyes widened as he realized he'd been referred to as a hottie.

"Yeah, find one with kinky tastes that you share." Rory smirked, pulling on his clothes before he slung his arm around Curtis' waist and led him past the lockers before moving up the ramp. Once they were a bit away from the guys, Curtis looked at Rory.

"Did they mean it? Me being a... hottie?" Curtis asked. Rory chuckled and nodded.

"It isn't always looks with guys, though it helps. With huge feet like that you caught their attention, but they can tell you're devoted... my foot slave." Rory chuckled.

"And I don't look silly dressed up like this?" Curtis asked, gesturing to the clothes. Rory shook his head.

"Nah, you look sexy, like you belong to me. Now, let's go give those paws a good licking." Rory said. Curtis got a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes.

"Race you..." He whispered before taking off. Rory was caught off guard for a moment before he grinned and took off after Curtis, laughing openly as they burst out of the gym, leaving the locker room behind.