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It had been bothering him all day. He could barely focus on his job without looking down and feeling that hardness in his pants. The second he came home he went straight to the bedroom, taking deep breaths as he removed his shirt. The spaniel huffed and looked down again at his beige pants and his white socks. Of course, they weren't exactly squeaky-clean anymore; the canine had lost track of how many times he wore his socks to work. He couldn't help but notice how dirty they were. Everytime he flared his nostrils, the sweaty odor would fill his lungs. Mike moaned softly and shuddered, feeling that bulge in his pants tightening again. He couldn't wait. Mike panted as he threw himself onto the bed, resting his head on the comfy pillow. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, a lustful smile appearing on his face as he went straight for his photos in his smart phone's settings. The phone beeped, and Mike growled softly as he looked at the glorious image. He could see the giant red T-rex he loved so much, sitting there, kissing his foot, glancing at the camera with a smug look on his face.

The spaniel felt his bulge growing again. He blinked and exhaled deeply, flipping towards another picture. It was Rexar again, sitting on a bench, taking a huge whiff of his blue sneaker. The picture was made so it seemed as though someone was on the floor looking up at the reptile's feet, with a close-up view of one socked foot and another bare one. He switched over to another image showing the beast wearing his home team's soccer uniform. Only, he was clad in just his shorts, his shoes were off, and the relaxed dinosaur looked like he was letting his socked feet air out. Mike took a few deep breaths before he licked his lips and moaned again. He held the phone with his left paw as he fidgeted with his belt with the right one. Mike looked down, quickly loosening his belt so he could reach for the zipper. As the dog blinked, he flipped over to another image and started to unzip his pants. He was so hard that his boner was throbbing against his red underwear, releasing some wet precum. Now the dog was looking at Rexar sitting on the floor naked, sniffing one of his shoes as he glanced at the camera with a sly, smug grin on his face. Everytime he saw that image, he always imagined that Rexar was about to grab him, pull him right into the picture, make him smell his other shoe.

Mike put down his phone and panted as he pulled his pants and underwear down. The dog blinked as his cock flopped out, curling backwards and landing on his stomach. The spaniel started to growl and pant, unable to handle his kinky urges. Mike sighed as his bare bottom made contact with the mattress, bits of dog hair coming off his body and onto the sheets. Mike picked up the phone again with his left paw. He started to flip through the images erratically, staring at Rexar as he showed off his muscular body, his large, aromatic feet and socks, or his fat cock that was spraying jizz all over the place. Mike was panting so hard he could almost see his breath. Saliva began to form around his mouth; he noisily licked it all away, trying to stay calm. The dog grabbed his meaty member with his right paw and started to rub. He stroked his dick fast, panting and grunting, moving his legs. He flared his nostrils time and time again and rumbled. Rexar wasn't there, but Mike's socked footpaws were smelly enough to make him harder. The dog closed his eyes and began to ponder. He fantasized about the dinosaur smothering him with his big feet, about being trapped inside his dirty shoes. Sometimes he'd wait until Rexar would leave before he grabbed some of his dirty socks and huffed them. Other times he'd paw off into them, casually telling Rexar that he threw them away by mistake. Mike opened his eyes again as he stared at his phone.

"Mikeeeeeeey..."

And then the dog lowered his phone and yelped. He stopped masturbating and suddenly began to sweat. The spaniel's eyes grew wide as he glanced over at the doorway. And there he was: his loving, well-toned, red dinosaur. He was standing there, leaning against the doorframe, a casual smirk on his face as he gazed at the masturbating dog. Mike slowly removed his paw from his dick and lowered it, blushing.

"Remember what I told you about privacy? If yer gonna fap while I'm gone, at least shut the door first."

"H...h-hey...hey, Rexar," said Mike meekly.

Rexar snickered as he walked over towards the spaniel, looking down at the canine and his timid face, along with his exposed groin and phone.

"Damn. Seems like I came at a bad time. You still haven't cum yet?"

"No, n-not--not yet."

The dinosaur smiled. "You want me to 'help' you?"

"Uh, NO! Mm-mm--no, I'm-I'm good. I'm good," said Mike as he slyly started to reach for his phone.

But Rexar felt like toying with his mate. He reached down and grabbed Mike's phone, snatching it up before the canine could look at it. Mike yelped and reached up, trying to grab hold of it.

"H-hey! Give that back!"

"In a minute. I wanna see what's got you so hard."

Rexar looked at the iPhone and started to flip through all the images. With each passing one, his grin grew wider and wider once he realized how many images Mike had consisting of large, sweaty, smooth, and in many cases, smelly feet. Even more interesting was when Rexar noticed that a majority of the images were based off him. The red dinosaur rumbled and flashed a leering gaze at Mike.

"Mikeeeeey," said the dinosaur in a sing-song tone. "What's this?"

The dog blinked. "A phone."

Rexar stepped closer to Mike and waved the phone around. "And what's on this phone?"

"A cover. Um, err, dust. ...Grease from fried chicken."

"And what does this phone's photo gallery contain?"

Mike knew he couldn't lie about it now. "Certain...images of you and your big feet."

Rexar growled as he resumed scrolling through the pictures. "And just why do you have these images on your phone?"

"Uh...um-I-I got a friend who sent 'em to me. He...really likes this-this artist's, um, artwork! So he sent me some pictures. You know, so I c-could admire them? Examine the artist's style?"

"Uh-huh. And 'admire' would have nothing to do with the reason why your pants are around your ankles, and why you were strokin' yourself."

Mike shook his head. "No! I-I was...using my imagination, th-that's all! I-I had my phone out beside me--I wasn't lookin' at those photos though!"

Rexar smiled, blinked, and set Mike's phone down. "Of course you weren't. My mistake. Guess now I probably ruined your hard-on, didn't I?"

Mike looked down at his groin and frowned. He couldn't even see his shaft anymore, just the foreskin covering it up. Mike sighed heavily and nodded.

"My bad!"

Rexar exhaled with exaggeration before he threw himself on the oversized bed. Mike yelped as the bed shook and creaked once the muscular reptile jumped on top of it. Mike was lying near the headboard; Rexar was leaning against the footboard, their legs crossed between each other. Rexar grunted as he leaned forward and grabbed his right shoe, sighing.

"WHEW! Been jogging for a while now! Can't wait to get these babies off!"

"Ah...w-wait--"

Too late. Rexar grunted as he took off his right blue sneaker, showing off a single sweaty sock with a few faded stains on it. Rexar closed his eyes and sighed, wiggling his meaty toes near Mike's body. The dog's heartbeat started to increase rapidly, beating so much that Mike couldn't control it. The spaniel let out a soft whimper as he looked at Rexar's big foot. The dinosaur opened his eyes again and reached forward, grabbing his left sneaker and taking that one off as well. His left foot was near identical to the right: a giant mass of bones, flesh and scales clad inside a smelly sweat sock that was warm and slightly damp from foot sweat. Mike couldn't move. All he did was stare at the two behemoths in front of him with wide eyes. Rexar dropped his shoes on the floor before he blinked and flared his nostrils.

"Hope you don't mind the smell! Heh, but I'm sure you know by now how rank my feet tend to get..."

"Y...yes...the stench is awful," Mike lied.

And then nothing. No words, no growling, no foreplay, not even a single whisper. Rexar just sat there, staring at Mike with a wide grin on his face. All Mike could do was stare at the beautiful feet in front of him, with one leg on each side. He flicked his eyes left and right, trying to determine which one he should touch first. Maybe he should grab the left one, rub those fat toes, and caress the damp sock. Or perhaps he should go for the right one, lift the beast's foot, lean forward and press his muzzle into the smelly sock. The bedroom already smelled heavily of Mike's arousal--not to mention his own sweaty socks. But now the odor was overwhelming, choking almost. Mike tried to hold his breath, tried to tell himself that the stink was terrible, appalling. But everytime he flared his nostrils, he'd look down at his mate's feet and see Rexar wiggling his toes. He'd imagine Rexar with those socks off, showing off his smooth, sleek, orange soles. The dog exhaled and tried to look away. He knew if he didn't give in, the dinosaur would get bored. Up until Rexar moved his legs and placed his feet directly on Mike's chest.

"Man, my feet are killing me! I don't suppose you'd mind giving me a nice foot rub, would you?"

Mike's face twitched. Rexar curled his toes before he snickered and kept grinning. Mike didn't answer with words. The dinosaur's smelly feet were sitting right there on a silver platter. So he reached forward and took them. The spaniel started to whimper and breathe heavily, feeling his arousal coming back. He knew his boner was popping out of his sheath again, but he told himself to ignore it. All that mattered to him was rubbing his mate's powerful feet. He moved his paws up and down, massaging Rexar's chunky feet gently, his fingers caressing the moist socks. The T-rex curled his toes a few times before grinning and snorting, knowing the dog was going to cave soon. Mike flared his nostrils several times, letting the pungent odor fill his lungs. His paws seemed to have a mind of their own, as the dog slowly grabbed the reptile's left sock and slowly moved his paw up. The sweaty piece of cotton made a soft noise as Mike took it off, exposing Rexar's large foot. He carelessly tossed the sock onto the floor beside Rexar's shoe before he moaned quietly and started to squeeze the beast's bare foot.

And the entire time, Mike was getting hard. His pinkish-red shaft was out again, throbbing as it extended upwards at an angle. Rexar could see what was happening to the dog and teased him further. He shifted his right leg forward so slowly that Mike didn't notice it happening at first. The smell of the dinosaur's socked foot was getting stronger, almost intoxicating. Mike stared at Rexar's bare foot more, licking his lips and panting as he squeezed the foot, moving his thumbs around the sleek orange sole. He ran his fingers around the toes, grabbing them with his paw, running his paw along the toe claws and watching as Rexar curled his toes. The next thing the dog knew Rexar's socked foot was in his face. Mike yelped and whimpered, moving his legs slightly as he stared at the dirty sock.

"Stinky, ain't it? You better move it away, Mikey. If you want to, that is," growled Rexar.

Damn him. Damn this dinosaur, thought Mike. The spaniel grabbed Rexar's foot. And then he froze. He couldn't do it. Feeling the beast's magnificent foot in his paws, the warmth coming from the sock, the ripe scent flowing into his nostrils each time he inhaled... He couldn't move it. Not when it was so close to his face. So Rexar grinned widely and gave Mike what he wanted. He shoved his right foot hard against the canine's muzzle. Mike's eyes grew wide, his lungs clogged with the stench of Rexar's smelly foot. The foul odor of sweat and malt vinegar swarmed the dog, hypnotizing him, making him blissfully oblivious to his surroundings. His cock reached full mast. It throbbed a few times, a small strand of pre-ejaculate running down the shaft. Mike was breathing so noisily that it sounded like he was wearing a gasmask. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and his mind slowly lost control. Rexar wiggled the toes on his left foot before he growled and moved it forward. He pressed his sole against the long shaft, listening to Mike whimper as he felt the smooth foot on his dick. And then Rexar slowly moved his foot down, sandwiching the dog's dick between his smelly foot and Mike's belly.

Mike yelped. He couldn't take it. The dog whimpered, his mind telling him that Rexar was up to his kinky games again. He could tell by the way the red dinosaur grinned at him, by what he was doing. His brain told him to stop. But his body disobeyed. His body grabbed Rexar's right foot, and Mike closed his eyes as he took long, deep breaths. He breathed in the delicious, musky, smelly scent of Rexar's tart foot and sweaty sock. And then Mike moaned when Rexar began to rub his left foot back and forth. He could hear his cock squishing as Rexar crushed it beneath his foot. His semen had been building up all day, and now Mike was on the verge of exploding.

"That's it, Mikey...breathe it all in. Let Rexar's feet take control of you. There ya go...you like that smell, dont'cha, Mikey?"

Mike whimpered and nodded. Rexar picked up the dog's phone and tossed it on the nightstand.

"You don't need no silly pictures to help you. It's much more fun to go for the real deal!"

Mike nodded again and yelped when Rexar pressed down even harder. He started to move his left foot back and forth vigorously, grinding his dick into his fur. Rexar was panting as well, hot breath coming from his mouth as he looked down at his feet. Mike managed to get a quick look at the T-rex's black shorts and noticed a large bulge forming in-between his legs. He figured the dinosaur was just as turned on, mesmerized by his own warm feet. The dog couldn't ask for more. All those fantasies, all those daydreams, all the times he fapped in his spare time--and now it was all happening for real. Mike moaned as Rexar started to rub faster, harder, pressing his left foot down so hard that it hurt. Rexar paused for a moment when he felt some precum get onto his toes. He wiggled his toes and lifted his foot slightly, giving Mike's cock some air. Then Rexar managed to slide Mike's cock in-between two of his three toes. The dinosaur snickered as he began to move his bare foot up and down, using his toes to jerk off the spaniel. He moved his toes up and down very slowly, feeling the canine's cock throbbing constantly.

Mike closed his eyes for a moment and whimpered. His entire body shook as he felt the fluids moving swiftly through his urethra. Rexar released the dog's dick from his thick toes. And then he pressed down on it again, watching as Mike's came. The fluids squirted out quickly, splattering against Mike's chest and torso, hitting him with a soft splatter-like noise. Rexar took his right foot away, and the dog moaned vocally as he released his creamy supply of semen. Rexar kept his toes close towards Mike's cock, growling as he felt the jizz getting squirted onto his toes. He watched the various streams of semen coming out before Rexar took his left foot away too. The dinosaur lifted his foot up to his mouth and sniffed it a few times, shortly before he opened his maw and started to lick the milky fluids off. Mike closed his eyes and exhaled with relief, his heartbeat slowing down, his hormones no longer out of control. The dog wiped some sweat off his face while Rexar spent a brief moment kissing and rubbing his own foot. He set it back down before he snorted and reached for his groin.

"Oh my! Looks like all this foot-play got me a bit excited!"

Mike and Rexar stared at each other. The spaniel was still recovering from his orgasm while Rexar was grinning, waiting for his own explosion. The dog flicked his eyes down at the bulge. Then he looked back up at the dinosaur's smile. Mike smirked for a moment before he slowly kicked his pants off from around his ankles, shoving them and his underwear onto the floor. He rolled over on the bed, clad only in socks. He lied flat on his stomach, blinking and lifting his tail, exposing his plump light brown buttocks to his boyfriend.

"Be gentle," said Mike softly.

Rexar laughed lustfully as he crawled towards Mike, towering above him. "Of course I will."

Mike got himself ready. He took a few deep breaths, shutting his eyes, letting his anus pucker a few times, thinking it'd help. He grasped the pillow firmly, thinking clutching it would ease the pain. The dog's ears wiggled as he heard Rexar slowly sliding his black shorts off. He tossed them on the floor, revealing his reddish-orange phallus. The dinosaur rumbled as he reached down and rubbed his dick. The spaniel whimpered, knowing his tailhole would be sore until morning. Rexar lowered himself and inhaled as he inserted into the dog. Mike opened his eyes and gasped twice, shortly before a low moan came from his throat. Rexar went in slowly, waiting until most of his cock was in, before he stopped. After he stuck his member into the dog, Rexar began to move up and down. He thrust very slowly, his cock emitting quiet squishy noises as it rubbed against Mike's rectum. The dog was still in pain, but it was minimal, tolerable. Mike would rumble or grunt everytime Rexar moved his shaft deeper into him. He could see the dinosaur's large shadow on the bed, covering his body. The dog could feel Rexar's long shaft everytime it grinded away as his anus, the fat length releasing some precum.

Rexar growled and started to go faster. But he kept his word and was gentle. Mike whimpered for a few seconds before a lustful smile crept on his face. He listened to Rexar as he sniffed the air, snorting and exhaling, attracted to the smell of the room. The whole bedroom stank of their sweaty, musky bodies and Rexar's stinky feet. Even Mike's footpaws had created an alluring odor that the dinosaur found enticing. But Rexar didn't speed up. He still went at a gradual pace, pausing at times and letting the funky pheromones around him make his dick harder. Then Rexar stopped completely. He curled his body downwards until his chest was pressed against Mike's back. The dog exhaled as he felt the dinosaur's body heat and rigid abs on his spine. His hot breath made the fur on the back of his neck stand up. Rexar kept staring at the dog, exhaling loudly, before he closed his eyes and kissed the dog behind his right ear. The dinosaur moaned and kissed him again, pressing his moist lips near Mike's neck. He opened his eyes and licked the dog, running his wet tongue from the base his neck up to his head. Panting, he reached down underneath the dog, wrapping both arms around his body.

And then he squeezed him, as hard as possible, locking him in his grasp. Mike couldn't move if he wanted to. And he was okay with that. He knew, despite how constricting the dinosaur was being that he was safe. He knew the one beast who truly cared for him was grabbing him, choosing to never let go. And he knew that the kinky beast was horny and wanted to fill his tight ass with semen, but Mike thought more about the first two. Rexar started to go faster, thrust harder. He'd grunt with each thrust, warm air blowing from his nostrils as he snorted. Mike would pant or growl, his mouth open, his ass widening as the reddish-orange dick constantly moved back and forth. Whenever Mike felt too much pain, he'd whine, and Rexar would immediately slow down--stop even--to let the dog catch his breath. Rexar panted and exhaled on the back of Mike's head. He licked his lips and felt his spine arcing. The dinosaur grunted twice as his body began to shudder. And then the next thing Mike knew, Rexar was whimpering. He muttered something, said harsh, incoherent words. And then he opened his mouth and growled fiercely, slamming his dick into Mike hard and fast.

Mike shouted, his voice loud and shrill, as he felt Rexar's load gushing into him. Rexar snarled again, drool falling from his mouth and dripping onto Mike's neck. His dick pulsated over and over, releasing the thick fluids into Mike's now sore tailhole. The spaniel started to moan; he began to push out small amounts of semen, unable to contain the dinosaur's salty fluids. The jizz bubbled from Mike's tailhole, sliding down onto the mattress and creating a tiny puddle in-between the spaniel's legs. Rexar huffed deeply and started to pant slowly. He removed his member from the dog's hole, smirking when he saw his seed running down the dog's ass crack. Rexar leaned down, spread his buttocks apart, and slurped as he quickly licked up the tasty jizz. After swallowing his own semen, Rexar let the hot air flow from his lungs as he relaxed. The T-rex shifted around on the mattress, laying his head down as he adjusted his body so he was lying on his left side. Mike whimpered as he shifted around as well, moving so the two creatures were staring at each other.

"Y'see? I...I told you I'd be gentle," panted Rexar.

Mike blinked as he smiled and wagged his tail. He noticed that the reptile was smiling too, not grinning or flirting with the dog. The brown spaniel scooted a little closer to Rexar as the T-rex blinked.

"There's no need for us to keep secrets. We're a couple now, honey. Both of us have our own...special 'needs' we have to satisfy. And yours is my big smelly feet, right?"

Mike couldn't stop himself. "Yes...I-I adore them," the dog whispered quietly.

"There...see? Not so hard, was it?"

Mike wagged his tail. "Well...y-your secrets aren't so...taboo. All I can think of is that you drool in your sleep."

The dinosaur chuckled. "Yeah, well at least I stay still. You thrash your legs around so much you almost kick me out the bed every night."

The spaniel blushed and giggled, coyly looking away from the canine. Rexar scooted even closer to the beast so their muzzles were nearly touching. Mike stared into Rexar's eyes, and Rexar did the same. The T-rex brought his mouth close to Mike's and kissed him on the lips, moaning softly as they basked in a passionate, comforting moment. He seemed different now, better. Mike would usually be subjected to more "torture," more taunting. But ever since they started dating, the giant beast was treating Mike like a boyfriend, an eternal mate, a lover--not just some tool he could use to fuck and shove his stinky feet into. After the two kissed, Mike started to pant hard. He lowered his head, pressing his forehead into Rexar's chiseled abs. The dinosaur rumbled as he reached behind the canine and wrapped his arms around him again. Rexar rested his chin on top of the dog's head before the dinosaur felt his eyelids drooping. He rubbed Mike's bare back for a few seconds before he grunted and laid his head on the pillow. Mike lifted his head and the couple stared at each other again, still exhausted after a long day.

"Love you, Sock Sniffer," Rexar teased.

Mike merely smiled and blinked. "Love you too."

The dinosaur and dog kept staring and cuddling with each other, caressing each other's naked frames as their weariness kicked in. Soon enough, both creatures were fast asleep, wondering what they could do with each other tomorrow. But one thing was certain: Mike would never stop chasing after Rexar's plump, aromatic feet. And Rexar would never stop teasing the dog with them.