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A Windfall of Fine Feet

For 3rdHarleyJoe

By Draconicon

Ruben had had a long day. The rat's office work, combined with the off-the-books second job that he kept for his own personal amusement, always meant that he had to deal with long hours and draining interactions with everyone involved. If it wasn't his supervisor on the other end of a phone that droned on and on and never said anything of substance, it was his other meetings that demanded extreme delicacy to ensure that they weren't of the sort that would get him in trouble.

Not that he went around breaking the law or anything, but the rat did have his own particular tastes, and there was precious little way to get as much as he wanted without resorting to some...gray-area methods. Not bad, of course. Just not quite entirely legal.

But as the rodent pushed back from his desk, his hands on his face and his soft-gray muzzle sticking out between his bald, pink hands, he didn't have any interest in either. All that mattered in that moment was getting some sleep. The bed was mere feet away, just requiring him to turn around in the office chair and walk over to it, and even that was almost too much for the poor man.

"Ugh...Ruben...you need to get better hours," he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he looked back at the blackened screen. His own reflection stared back, and he shook his head at the slender, short rat that filled the monitor. "Seriously. Something that's not office work or computer work all day."

Maybe he should ask some of his contacts if they had anything for him. Hell, they were all 'models,' maybe they had openings for assistants somewhere.

Heh, yeah, right. They're not going to open that up to some random nobody. Why do you think you pay them? he thought, shaking his head.

Grunting to himself, Ruben pushed himself to his feet. He was halfway from his chair to the bed when someone knocked on his door.

"...Oh, come on..."

He groaned, glancing back at his bed, only for the sound to echo down the hallway again. Three large thumps, then another three, and then another. They were relentless, and he could already tell that they were coming from someone that wasn't going to let him just sleep. It didn't matter that it was already ten in the evening; whoever that was wanted something and they weren't leaving until they got it.

Giving his bed one more fond look of wistfulness, the rat walked out of the bedroom, took the short walk down the hall and past the living room, and stopped at the front door. He flicked the little metal cap off the peephole and looked through -

"Oh, shit..."

It was Zeke, a neighbor from down the hall. He'd seen the alligator in and out of the apartment building for the last three months, though they hadn't actually crossed paths as of yet. All he knew about the other guy was that he was a regular at the apartment gym, and that he was constantly pushing himself for bigger gains.

Musky, too, the few times that they'd run into each other in the elevator with other people.

"Man, what could he want..."

Thump, thump, thump.

Thump, thump, thump.

Whatever he wanted, he was going to push until he got it, clearly. Ruben groaned, rubbing his cheeks one more time before flipping the deadlock open. He dragged the door out of the way of further abuse, looking out at the bigger - much bigger - alligator. Zeke's silhouette was as thick as one could have imagined, and those broad shoulders and thick arms made it clear that he could do...well, pretty much whatever he wanted against someone like Ruben. He just hoped that he didn't want anything serious.

"It's ten o'clock," he said, hoping that he sounded less annoyed than he was. "Can't this wait until morning?"

"Well, uh, sorry, but no."

"...Of course it can't." Ruben sighed. "What's going on?"

"Can I come in?"

"Can - why?"

"It's...private. And embarrassing."

"...Well, that is a twist. I suppose -"

"Thanks."

It wasn't like Zeke was being completely abrasive, but more that he was very distracted. At least, that was what Ruben chose to believe as the other man just shoved his way through the doorway and stepped into the apartment. As the rat peeled himself off the wall beside the door and shut it behind him, Zeke stumbled over to the couch and sat down. Sat down hard, for that matter, slumping into it with his fingers tapping together and his head slouched forward.

It wasn't the first time that Ruben had seen someone like that. He'd been out of the office for a while, but he knew the look of someone that had just gotten their walking papers well enough to know that this was something similar. He pulled the lock closed and walked to the living room a bit more slowly, sitting down in the armchair that was located just to the side of the couch.

"Something bad?" he asked.

"Yeah, uh, a bit." Zeke rubbed the back of his neck. "Got cut from my job, and...rent's getting close."

"Oof."

"Yeah. Oof."

"That, uh, that's a pity, but I don't know why you came here," he said, shaking his head. "I mean, I sympathize, I really do, but I'm not someone that's just putting out money to charity here. I'm still struggling to keep up with all my stuff, too."

"Not gonna ask for charity." The alligator shook his head, slumping forward. "God, man. I can't even - holy shit, I can't believe I'm asking for something like this."

It was a marked change for any blurry thoughts that Ruben might have had about their first interaction. Considering the gym-bro of a gator that he had on his couch, he would have thought that he'd be some bullying victim when they first did anything together, or something along those lines. Certainly, in all his hazy imaginings, Zeke would have been the one in charge. This, though? This was someone that was clearly struggling, and not finding what they needed.

"What?" Ruben asked, almost entranced by the sheer surrealness of the situation. "What were you thinking?"

"You, uh...You got a rep. A rep about paying people for...stuff."

Ruben deliberately kept his mouth shut, restricting his reactions to a simple raised eyebrow even as something inside wanted to panic. He slowly cocked his head to the side, even as his heart beat much, much faster in his chest at the implications of what the gator was saying.

"Oh?" he said.

"Hey, hey, just saying what I heard, man." Zeke shook his head. "I heard that you put out money for, uh, people to come in and do some foot shit with you. Models and all that. They come by and you do stuff with 'em, and then they head off again with money in their pockets and nobody has to hear anything about it. That's what you do, yeah? That's not a rumor or anything?"

"...I can't say that I do anything of the sort," Ruben said. A lie, of course, but only just. He did do that, but saying it with some stranger around? That was something pretty close to prostitution, and he didn't know Zeke wasn't here for some other reason. "Why are you asking?"

"Look, man. I need to make rent. I need...I need to get some cash. And I'll do something for it. I don't want to ask for something for nothing, you know? That's not right. Ain't ever been right. If you can give me some cash for...for some of that freaky shit, I'll do it. Promise. I mean...I heard that you like 'em big, and look at me. I'm not exactly small, am I?"

I'm seriously going to have to talk to whoever spilled the beans.

That said, he couldn't help but look down. Slowly, of course; he wasn't going to out himself by doing it fast, but he did look down. The alligator was much taller than him, at least a foot over his own meager height, and maybe more, and those feet were in boots that were big enough to stomp him, and then some. He imagined that they were probably big enough to run from his belly button to his nipples, and maybe a little bit further than that. Certainly the sort of feet that he would have paid the big bucks for on some models.

And Zeke was desperate. He could see that in the other man's body language, considering the way that he was twisting and turning in his seat. He needed this. Probably didn't want it, but he was here, and willing, and that counted for a lot for these kinds of scenes.

"...Let's say that I do that sort of thing. Ah, let's say that I did that kind of stuff," he said, holding up a hand before Zeke could leap into it. "Have you ever done something like that before? For anyone?"

"...No, not really. But, uh, I'm willing to try anything. If it gets me what I need."

"Well, at least you're honest about that." There'd been several that hadn't been. Really disappointing sessions, those. "But...if you're serious -"

"I am."

"Then...I think that we can work something out between us. Nothing huge, and I can't promise that it'll be enough for you to cover your rent, but it'll be at least a step in the right direction. And you'll get it for a really small amount of work, all told."

The relief that splashed all over the alligator's face told him that this was as genuine as it could get. He felt bad for Zeke, but at the same time, he wondered how in the hell they had both gotten to this point. For all that he had hired models for more than just giving him a display before, this was probably the most blatant prostitution that he had ever engaged in, and it was a new experience for him.

Kinda hot, if he was completely honest about it. His dick twitched in his slacks, and he bit back a small moan as the alligator got back to his feet.

"I'll be right back. I'll clean up and -"

"No, no."

Ruben gently laid a hand on the other man's arm, pushing him back to the couch. This close, he could smell some of the work-out scent on the reptile, and he had to admit, it was rather hot. The little bits of sweat staining the other man's white shirt told him that Zeke had probably been down at the gym for a while, and that meant that some of that musk that he'd gotten used to in the elevator was probably going to be sticking around. Considering how fastidious the other models had been with staying clean, this was going to be something hotter.

Something manlier, too.

"I think you're fine just like you are."

"But...you...I mean, you can..."

"The smell?"

"It's, uh, pretty damn strong. Not gonna lie. I think it'd be better if you let me -"

"I'd like to give it a try. And besides, I'm the one paying you, remember?"

"...I...Yeah, I think...if you say it's okay, it's okay."

He nodded, and the alligator sat down again. The rat lowered himself to his knees on the floor, running his hands along the large leather boots that the big guy wore. They were heavy and clearly well-used from whatever he had been doing all day, but that was all the better. He could already imagine the scent that'd be clinging to the socks inside, and he could already feel his dick throbbing up in his pants.

Definitely the biggest guy that I've ever done this with, he thought as he undid the long laces. Wonder if the musk is going to live up to its rep...

As he worked the laces down, Zeke continued to look elsewhere. The alligator looked at the walls, the ceiling, the turned-off TV, anywhere but at the rat that was working at his shoes. He clearly hadn't had any experience offering himself up like this before. Definitely was something that made it easier for Ruben to feel in charge, which was...well, something new. Something different, for sure. All the other models had pushed him down and added to the humiliation with making him into nothing but a little pervert paying for their feet.

It had been fun, particularly with the rather lovely soles that he had been able to play with, and the toes that he could suck on, but the different attitude hit hard. He was going to have to remember that.

Finally, the boots were completely unlaced. He lifted one large foot, pulling at the leather top, and peeled it down. He was surprised to see a lack of socks underneath, but it was the scent that hit him as soon as the leather came off that was the real surprise.

"Hoo...ho boy..."

He blinked through the raunchy fumes coming off the scaly sole, shaking his head at the raw power of the pungent scent hitting him in the face. Ruben had expected something strong, but this was something else again. Every breath was the heavy scent of a pair of hard-working feet, sweaty and slick with the oils of the day, and just breathing it in through his mouth was almost enough to make him taste it. It was damn good, too, sending shocks of pleasure right down to his dick.

"It's, uh...I told you...it's strong," Zeke said.

"And I told you that I can work with it." Ruben smiled. "It is quite nice...for me."

"Really? How?"

"It's hard to explain. But trust me. I prefer that you're like this, more...unwashed, and...natural."

He stroked his fingers along the underside of that newly bare foot, feeling the oils clinging to his fingers and shaking his head with a small smile. It wasn't what he had expected for the night, but he wasn't going to complain about getting such a massive, musky pair of feet as this. Tonight was going to be a mess...but a fun one.

He leaned in and sniffed along the underside of the soft, scaly digits, taking in a deep breath. The scent was even stronger between the toes, and he groaned as he reached between his legs, teasing his cock for a moment before pulling his groping fingers away.

"Mmmph...this is...this is going to be good," he muttered.

"Mmmph...this is...really weird."

"If it bothers you, I don't mind if you want to watch porn on your phone or something. It'll take your mind off my fun."

"Yeah...yeah, you - you sure you don't mind?"

"Go ahead," the rat said.

It was a very different feeling to give someone else 'permission' to watch porn while he worked on those feet. Most of the others didn't even really get into it without being all humiliating about it, but Zeke seemed sweet enough about it. Nervous, yes, but with a good heart at the bottom of it all. He was pretty sure that the other man was mostly just nervous about getting it wrong more than anything else. That was entirely understandable, considering that money was on the line.

He pulled the other boot off, taking his time to savor that 'fresh' scent that hit his nose after it came off. The toes of both feet curled tight, as expressive as facial twitches, and just as telling. Nervous but excited, that curling-fanning motion told him, wanting something, but not sure how to ask for it.

Mmm...

He gently lifted one foot by the heel, supporting the massive thing. He'd been right; if he were to lean forward, the heel would rest against his belly button, and the toes would brush right over his nipples. They were massive feet for the small rat's pleasure, and he was more than happy to play with them today.

He could have gone right for the toes, but instead, he started down at the heel. Lick, lap, lick, soft little things that worked around the curve of that part of the foot, near the ankles, before going up towards the arch. The taste of sweat along scales was always different to the taste of sweat along fur, and he rather preferred this. It was a little earthier, with a bit of saltiness that he didn't always get in the other types of feet, and without the risk of getting fur caught between his teeth, too.

Saving the toes for later, he took his time dragging his toes along the undersides, tracing lines of spit through the little layers of oil and more. The sweat-taste was thick and strong, but it was rapidly fading, replaced by the long-embedded musk that came from hard-working feet. He could only imagine how many hours they had been trapped in those leather boots over the course of the many working days that Zeke had, and he shivered as he felt his cock throb all the harder at each lick and each taste.

Sniff, snuffle went the rat's nose, particularly whenever he reached the top of the soles again, sniffing around the toes to suck in that odor. Every so often, he felt them clench around his nose, almost trapping it before releasing him and letting him go wild once more. He could tell that Zeke was embarrassed whenever that happened, but rather than ask him to go harder, he just went back to licking.

Let him figure out what he likes. You're getting plenty right now.

One thing was for sure, though. He was getting harder, and the phone certainly wasn't playing any kind of straight porn. He could hear the dudes on the screen grunting away, and while he didn't know the specifics, there was no woman involved in that. There were no females going at it, just men.

Just dicks.

Just hot, sweaty guys.

He decided to push it just a little bit further. After another lick, he reached down to the base of his sweater. He pulled it over his head, tossed it to the side, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The alligator looked over his phone, his mouth opening and closing in nervous questions. Ruben pulled the foot that he had been licking against his chest, letting it rest where he had imagined it before.

"Mmmph...ah..."

The soft flick, flick, flick of those toes over his nipples as he ground it from side to side on him - and the feel of that other, massive foot against his thighs after he adjusted its position - was enough to get him hard as a rock in his pants. He leaned his head down, kissing the tops of the alligator's toes, and he looked up with a small chuckle.

"Getting hard?"

"I...maybe."

"You can jerk off, if you want."

"...I mean...you sure?"

"I wouldn't say if I wasn't."

It didn't take Zeke long to make the decision. Maybe five seconds later, the alligator was pulling down his zipper and dragging his cock out into the open. His cheeks were bright red, but his cock was in his hand and he was jerking it. Hard.

Nice size...

Despite being the one doing the worshiping, being the bottom rather than the top, there was an odd feeling of being in charge that Ruben wasn't entirely used to. The closest that he had come to before was being the one initiating the scenes with the other models, engaging them to do this for him, but this was something different. He was the guiding force with Zeke, and despite the alligator getting to be the one being worshiped, the rat was the one calling all the shots and guiding the scene from below.

He leaned down, sniffing over the toes once more as he breathed in their funky scent, the soft musk slowly fading despite his best efforts to preserve it from the licks. It wasn't gone, and was still quite strong, all things considered, but compared to what it had been, it was far less potent, and far less attention-grabbing.

Time to feast...

There was only a slight blush as he lowered his head to the flexing toes, pulling the biggest one past his lips and sucking along the length of it. The flavor was thick with salt and the taste of scales, and the musky scent colored the sensation as he pulled his head forward and back, forward and back, sucking on it to the pace of the alligator's slow jerking motion above. He lowered his head to the base and dragged his tongue along the digit before he pulled his head back, taking his time to really give it the attention that it deserved.

Were there soft moans? Little twitches and curls that showed that maybe the alligator was enjoying this more than he wanted to let on? Of course there were, but Ruben didn't say anything. This was the other man's first time with this, and there was something fun about letting him figure out that he enjoyed this sort of thing rather than shoving it in his face.

So, he just focused on giving his best service rather than calling out what Zeke was obviously feeling. He dragged one hand along the sides of that massive sole, keeping it pressed against him, while the other...

Well, the other went down between his own legs, fumbling with his zipper and gradually pulling it down, dragging it out of the way and letting his cock out into the open. The feeling of warm air against his shaft, combined with the fact that the massive foot was just a few inches above and the other was resting over his thighs, had him hard as a rock, and he groaned between his sucks and slurps along the toes.

"Oh...fuck..."

Zeke's face was bright red, and Ruben smiled around the big toe as he pulled his head back. With a soft pop, it escaped his mouth, and he nuzzled against the side of it.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Mmmph..."

"I am."

He dragged his lips along the tops of those toes, taking his time to really nuzzle against them and enjoy them. It was...intense, to say the least, to feel just how they curled against his toes, how the virgin digits were responding to all the love that he had for them. They were eagerly pushing back against him now, much like someone would have been pushing their hips up against a blowjob; they liked this sort of treatment.

They splayed, curled, then splayed again, giving him the chance to slide his tongue between the toes and get at the little bits of sweat between them. The other foot rested against his thighs, and the toes pushed up, nudging against his chest. He felt them curl -

"Mmmph..."

And he moaned as they tweaked and pulled on his nipples ever so slightly. It was...surprisingly hot, he had to admit, and he was shortly shivering from head to toe, his cock twitching without needing any further attention.

He breathed.

He licked.

He sucked.

Soon, Zeke's toes were utterly drenched, shining in the low light of the apartment's living room, and he was barely keeping his hands busy enough to avoid reaching down for his cock. He wanted to touch himself, but at the same time, he knew that if he took that too far, he'd blow his load in seconds. He needed to hold back, just for a bit longer, a little bit longer, while he got a little closer...

A little closer...

Their eyes met, and he could see that Zeke was getting just as close as he was. The alligator's hand was slowing and speeding up, clearly trying to edge without blowing his load right then and there. It was a compliment to his skills that he had gotten the other male that close without actually doing anything but worshiping his feet, and Ruben would have been lying if he said that he didn't feel some smug self-satisfaction at that. He panted, sliding his tongue between the big and second toe before moving to the other foot.

Lick.

Suck.

Worship.

The process continued apace between them as he was drawn further and further between the toes, licking the fresh ones with a vigor that he hadn't felt for a long time. He had permission, yes, and that was a factor, but there was something about bringing someone else to this fetish that tickled him. He moaned as he worked the toes past his lips, sucking on two, even three of the scaly digits at once, and savoring the flavor that came to him. He moaned as he bobbed his head up and down, taking his time to really take in the way that they stretched his lips, the way that he felt like he was completely submissive and subservient to those soles, and it just...it hit him hard.

His cock bobbed up and down, right on the cusp of orgasm as he milked himself slowly, taking his time to really let the feeling last. The musky toes under his nose, the soft sole that pressed wetly against his chest, the fanned toes that were constantly flicking along his nipples or squeezing down to pull them slightly: it all added up to more and more excitement. The big feet were beyond any of the other models that he'd had, and Zeke -

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

Zeke was getting closer and closer to his peak, his cock throbbing visibly for the rat to see. The pre-cum flowing from the tip down the rest of the shaft, the thick scent of pre-cum and sweat that was starting to overpower the foot musk in his nose ever so slightly, told him that they didn't have a lot of time. The big guy was looking around, panting hard -

"Need a place...place to cum?" Ruben asked.

"Gonna...need something...or I'll make a...a..."

Ruben didn't even hesitate. Grabbing for the sweat-vest that he'd pulled off earlier, he tossed it right at the alligator. Before Zeke could say anything, he went right back to worshiping, his head bobbing up and down along the big toes right in front of his muzzle. The sensation must have done something, because Zeke moaned and jammed his cock into the vest, holding it in place as he moaned...grunted...

Squelch.

Squelch.

And came his balls dry, from the sounds of it. The splattering sound only got louder the longer that he held the shirt down there, the fabric probably getting soaked and sucking in all that musky goo. Ruben could only imagine the laundry that he'd have to do to get that thing wearable again, but despite everything, that only made him that much more excited. He shivered from head to toe as he realized just how much pleasure he must have given the other man, and he felt his own need rising higher, higher, higher.

Even as Zeke pulled the sweater away, looking more embarrassed than he had any need to, Ruben got to his feet with his dick in hand. He was all but gasping for breath, right on the edge. He could have just stroked himself over, but there was so much more that he could get. Those feet...those massive feet...

"Can I?" he managed to grunt out.

"Mmph?"

"Almost there...your feet..."

"..."

Zeke slowly smiled, offering a thumbs-up and wiggling his toes, making them dance for the rat, and Ruben couldn't help himself. He leaned down, his cock pressed right against the toes of the right foot.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

The toes danced around his shaft, curling, uncurling, exposing and hiding his cock by turns. The soft texture of the scales along the toes combined with the spit that he had left on them made them feel so good, so intense, and he whimpered as he closed his eyes tightly. The massive soles had shot to the top of the list of his favorite feet, and now...now, he was going to cum all over them.

Twitch.

Curl.

Squeeze.

"MMMPH!"

He came, and he came hard, his cock lodged right under the alligator's toes as his body all but seized up from the sheer pleasure that came with the orgasm. The shock of need and want and utter bliss kept arcing through him like lightning running up and down his spine, and his cock continued to jump, pulsing and spurting. Each spurt was just a little bit more fierce than the last, hitting its peak at five, and then fading away into a dribble. Pulse, throb, pulse throb, until his cock was still.

Not soft, though. Not even close to soft.

"Holy...holy shit," Zeke muttered.

"Mmmmph..."

Ruben could feel the seed slowly oozing around his cock and running down the underside of the other man's foot. He normally would have licked it up right then and there, but the constant sweat-swallowing, as well as the hot-and-heavy moment that they'd just had, had left him with a very dry throat.

"Water?" he asked.

"Uh...you, uh, offering?"

He nodded.

"Yes, please."

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A few minutes later, they were both doing better with a water bottle passed between them. Ruben had already drained one glass of water and was refilling it, while Zeke was still making his way through the first cup. They hadn't said anything to each other yet, and Ruben was finally starting to feel a hint of the awkwardness that he always did when these arrangements reached their end.

Because, quite honestly, he was basically hiring a prostitute for the sake of his own fetishes. The rat knew that, and it was always just a little awkward when it came time to discuss payment. He rubbed the back of his head as he looked down at his cup, shaking his head and wishing Zeke would say something.

He didn't, of course. No, it was never going to be that easy.

"So...when do you, um, want to do payment?" Ruben asked. "I mean, I can do the whole thing tonight, but - mmph!"

Zeke had turned without warning, and one of those massive soles - no longer so musky, but certainly very potent for the sheer size of it alone, and with the seed that was spilled between the toes so slimy - pressing against his nose and lips. It kept his muzzle closed quite effectively in the process.

"How about this?" Zeke said, getting comfortable. "I...I wanna try some of that stuff a bit more. So, you pay me half tonight, and we'll get the other half...in the morning."

"...Mmmph?"

"You don't mind if I stay the night?"

"...Mm-mmm."

"You sure?"

Ruben nodded. Of all the outcomes that he had expected for their little rendezvous, this was not one of them, but he was more than happy to accept it and see where it went. Having a partner that was more willing to come in without needing to be paid immediately was certainly a shift.

Then again...the others only did it because they were paid...he might want something else.

Well, they'd figure that out later. For now, he supported the alligator's foot against his face, and got back to licking. He had a lot of sole to clean, and a hell of a lot of foot to enjoy for the rest of the night.

The End

Summary: A rather open rat enjoys some time with a big gator neighbor for cash.

Tags: M/M, Rat, Alligator, Muscles, Size Difference, Foot Fetish, Big Feet, Foot Worship, Musk, Sweat, Semi-Prostitution, Orgasm, Cum, Masturbation, Porn,