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[b][u][center]Betted by the Boyfriend

For 3rdHarleyJoe

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Game beeps and bangs and booms filled Harley’s ears as he sat at Austin’s feet, the rabbit’s legs warm against his back. He flicked his thumb up and down his phone, looking at the pictures he’d been taking over the past few weeks, occasionally looking up as his boyfriend and their mutual friend Logan went head-to-head in a wrestling game. Harley wasn’t particularly interested in the game, per se, but it was fun to spend time with his friends…and the possum would be the first to admit that the game had well-rendered feet.

The possum bit off a chuckle at his own thought, shaking his head as he looked back down at his phone. Not that he was much better. While he’d taken quite a few pictures for the college paper and other blogs that people needed photos for – a possum had to earn a living, after all – they were interspersed with a great many foot-shots. Some were on the volleyball court, showing off his boyfriend’s feet (since Austin always played barefoot) while others were at various student gatherings, most of them something that was more casual and often involved people taking off their shoes at the venue.

[i]Heh…if anyone knew how many pics I had of their feet…[/i]

Harley shook his head again, looking up from his phone. Even as Austin and Logan played, the rabbit and the pit bull going for a digital wrestling title that he didn’t understand, he kept his eyes further down, watching the pixelated feet sliding along the wrestling match as they faced off.

He knew that he was a bit hopeless, but Austin had made him feel better about that. Harley didn’t know how long it would have taken for him to be okay with his foot fetish if it hadn’t been for the rabbit normalizing it that one day, so long back, when he’d been cornered and pushed to admit what he liked. It had been embarrassing then, and there’d been quite a few more embarrassing moments since.

Embarrassing and hot, admittedly. With Austin around, he always felt safe, and that was huge considering some of the things that had happened. That locker room moment…

He shivered as he remembered that, looking back down at his phone in embarrassment. Austin nudged him with a toe in the small of his back.

“Thinking of feet again, Harley?” the rabbit asked.

“Nnnngh. Maybe.”

“Heh, does he think of anything else, man?” Logan chuckled. “Seriously, I mean?”

“Oh, he thinks of a lot. But feet always come back, eventually. Guarantee that he’s been thinking about yours ever since you walked in.”

“H-hey!” Harley blushed.

“Heh, am I wrong?”

“…No,” the possum muttered, rubbing the back of his head. “But still.”

“Hey. Logan. How do you feel about putting a bet on the next match?” Austin asked, looking back at the screen. “Loser gives Harley a footjob.”

“Bu-wha?!”

“Hey, I’ve been curious about that, man. I’ll take that bet.”

“But…but…but I – mmph!”

“Heh, quiet, Harley.”

The possum’s cheeks burned hotter than ever as Austin flexed his legs around. In the same motion someone might have used to put their leg up over their knee, the rabbit brought his leg up and put his foot right over the possum’s face, using his sole the way that someone else would have used the palm of their hand to shut someone up. The soft musky scent that always clung to Austin’s feet – never strong, but always there – hit him hard, and he whimpered behind the ‘shut-up sole’ as a new match kicked off.

It was tempting to sabotage his boyfriend just a bit with a little foot-licking, but he knew that Austin didn’t quite get off to that the way that he did. Oh, his boyfriend had a foot fetish, but it was more about getting worshiped and using them to get him off, not so much the other way around. Harley shivered as he kept breathing in the foot-smell and the bit of sweat from the warm dorm room, watching.

“Hehehe, gonna getcha, gonna getcha!” Logan grunted.

“Heh, come on. You can’t catch this.”

“Gonna!”

“Nah!”

“HA!”

Harley didn’t say a word as they ‘fought,’ just watching the moves over the curve of Austin’s arch. He kept shivering every time that he felt the little wrinkles of his boyfriend’s foot rubbing against his lips and the end of his muzzle, and when it pushed down a little more forcefully – as it did every time that the rabbit had to focus – he couldn’t help but imagine them pinning him to the floor. It wasn’t that hard to imagine, as he had gotten Austin to do just that more than once, but it was still enough to keep him throbbing just a little in his pants.

The match continued, their characters going through grabs, punches, kicks, and more often than not, leg-holds, where one would grab the other and pin them down while pulling on their ankles, or using their own legs to try and hold the other restrained.

[i]This is just mean,[/i] he thought, watching as the dragon characters on the screen kept using their feet to pin the other or get tantalizingly close to the other’s foot. [i]This is like a fetish game right here…[/i]

He looked out of the corner of his eye. Logan had his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in goofy concentration on the game. The pit bull was far bigger than most of his species, standing well-taller than Austin, and he had the thicker build of one of those jocks that regularly hit the gym and never quite thought they were big enough. The number of times that he’d seen Logan around the dorm, lifting and lowering Austin like the rabbit was a weight himself, was beyond count at this point.

And yet, for all that he was a burly brawler of a guy, he was like a puppy. A himbo puppy, mostly, with that sort of goofy affection and playful curiosity. He was a good guy, and a friend, and –

And he was possibly going to give a footjob in a few minutes. Harley’s cheeks flared with more embarrassment –

“Heh, never knew you could be such a good foot warmer, Harley,” Austin said.

“Mmmph…”

“Heh, you’re like a space-heater down there. Maybe I should have you warm ‘em before bed or something. Feels nice.”

“Hey, come on, man, eyes on the game.”

“Heh, what’s the matter, afraid you’re going to get Harley’s dick between your toes?”

“Dude, I’m fine if that happens – been curious how that feels, and the little guy deserves a treat – but play the game, man.”

“You wanna play? Let’s play.”

And just like that, the game changed. It went from teasing to a curb-stomp, with Austin pulling off one move after another that just shredded through Logan’s stamina bar. Both the possum and the pit bull stared at the screen as Logan’s character went down, hitting the ring floor with a dull thud that echoed in the small room. They turned to him – Logan whipping around, Harley tilting his head back – and stared at the cocky rabbit as he dusted his knuckles off on his shirt in that arrogantly ‘humble’ fashion.

“…You just fucking played me, you dick!” Logan shouted with a laugh. “Holy crap, you played me!”

“Heh, maybe.”

“Oh, don’t you try and pretend. Six rounds, dude, six rounds of trading off and on like that, and you wreck my shit in two seconds? You were holding back. Wow. Just…wow.”

Harley couldn’t help but grin, but at the same time, that bet loomed higher in his mind now that he knew where it was going to go. The fact that Logan was going to give him that –

If he followed through. That was the if. Would the big guy go for it, or would they treat it as a joke?

Harley’s eyes flicked down to the pit bull’s sneakers. They were huge, and he knew for a fact that Logan had massive feet compared to some of the other guys that he’d been with. The only reason that he was even conscious instead of hiding behind his hands and fighting off an embarrassed faint was the fact that Logan had already known about all this. Austin and Logan were close enough that they talked about all kinds of things, and Austin had told him that it had come up, even if they hadn’t done much about it yet.

But no way. No way was this actually going to happen. That was a porno fantasy, not a reality, not a –

“Well, I lost, so I guess that means shoes off, right?” Logan asked.

[i]Oh god.[/i]

“Yep.” Austin nodded. “Socks on for a bit, though.”

[i]Oh, no.[/i]

“You got some tips on how to do this? I wanna make sure that the little guy likes this. Ain’t right to do it my way the first time, you know?”

[i]Oh gooooooooood.[/i]

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll show you how to get him squirming, and how to make him beg for more. Heh. My Harley’s easy.”

[i]His Harley. Nnnnngh…[/i]

He was shivering and blushing up a storm by the time that the rabbit foot left his face, and it was only getting worse as Logan tossed the controller onto a cushion and reached down for his shoes. Old sneakers, those, which meant that they were more likely to be a bit sweaty and strong. That wasn’t a bad thing, necessarily, as long as it wasn’t a bad smell. Some guys had really stinky feet which pushed him the wrong way, but most of them were nice with a little extra spice and –

POP.

The sound of the pit bull’s heel coming out of his shoe was louder than he expected, and the sheer size of that socked sole was more than he expected. He blinked, his eyes going wider at the view, and Austin laughed.

“Damn, you need a new pair. How the hell can you walk in those things?”

“Practice, dude, practice.”

Harley couldn’t imagine the sort of pressure that those feet must be under at all times. Now that they were out of the sneakers – with another pop from the other one – it was like looking at a pair of feet another 25% bigger, maybe even more than that. They had to be pinched all the time in those sneakers, held tight, and –

[i]Oh god…[/i]

The undersides were damp. White along the top, but with a bit of wet toward the toes and the gaps between them, and [i]damp[/i] along the underside. He bit his lips to hold back another little whimper as he stared at the semi-transparent cloth, seeing a hint of the creamy soles underneath.

Harley wanted to say something, but his voice failed him. Austin tapped the pit bull’s thigh.

“Hold them up. He needs to see ‘em properly.”

“Oh, right, man. Heh. Like this, right?”

Logan lifted one foot off the ground, wiggling his toes as he did. It pulled and stretched the white fabric of the socks, but more than that, waved a bit of the scent from them, too. His dick twitched hard in his pants, starting to rise up in response to that heady smell. Musky, but not too strong, showered that morning but with that hard work and slight marination that the old shoes would have made –

“Mmm…”

“He likes that a lot, heh. Wow. Never thought I’d have a little dude staring at my feet like that. Looks like he’s in heaven.”

“Heh, he pretty much is. Now, slowly take off your sock.”

“Like, slo-mo slow, or just gently?”

“Gently’s fine.”

Harley felt like he was in some sort of surreal dream. No way was this actually happening. He was just – he was imagining things, or he’d fallen asleep while they were playing the game, or –

But it was. He could smell it, and he could feel Austin’s feet on his shoulders keeping him in place, and he could see the slow movement of those socks as they were gradually peeled off the pit bull’s feet.

Slow.

Gentle.

Smooth.

His mouth watered as Logan dragged his socks off little by little. It was awkward at times, because he was pulling from the toes rather than dragging from the back the way that Austin did the few times that he wore socks as a tease, but it was still good. There wasn’t any visible sweat drops, since the pit bull wasn’t that sweaty, but there was a sheen left behind on the sole, and that was more than good enough for the possum.

Breathe.

Sniff.

He shivered as the smell hit him, nice and warm, and his dick throbbed up to full size in his pants. It wasn’t a huge one, really, but –

[i]Stop. Feet here. That’s the important bit.[/i]

“Now, extend it a bit, push your toes against his cheek. Just don’t kick him.”

“Kick – dude, who’d be into that?”

“Not Harley, but it’s easy if you’re excited. Just stretch slowly so you don’t do it by accident.”

Harley chuckled, trying and failing to find something witty or fun to say. He wished that he could think straight, but –

[i]Feet.[/i]

No, he wasn’t that bad, but –

[i]Toes.[/i]

His brain was completely scrambled as Logan dragged his blunted, warm toes across the possum’s cheek. They touched his lips, and he opened his mouth almost immediately, shivering as he kissed each digit as they came in reach. Logan whistled.

“Wow, little guy’s going for it.”

“Yes, that’s my Harley for you.”

“Mmmph…”

“Wow, he [i]loves[/i] that.”

“Hehehe, yeah. One of tons of reasons I love him.”

Harley was in complete overload. He didn’t know what was going on, didn’t know what was happening, but he knew that it felt good and that was all that mattered to him right then and there.

The toes came back again, this time pressing against his lips. He opened his mouth, allowing the toes in, and he moaned as he tasted the little bit of saltiness and vinegar on them. Nothing overwhelming, just…just an accent as the toes wiggled on his tongue. Logan took surprisingly good care of his nails, too; no little scratches or anything. It was almost polished.

[i]Wonder if he goes for pedicures.[/i]

The mental image of the big dog sitting there with his feet in someone’s hands, getting the toes polished and smoothed, sent a shiver down his spine. God, if that ever happened and Austin went along –

A happy little whine slipped past his lips, and Harley gasped as the toes slipped out of his mouth again. He shook his head.

“Mmmph…Not…not – ah!”

“Yep, on the nose, that’s a good way to shut him up,” Austin said.

“Wow…Heh, bullies would love this.”

“Mmmph…”

“Not too smelly, right? I could go and wash, or –”

“Mmm-mmm…”

“Wow…he’s really, really getting into it…”

Harley swore that his brain was short-circuiting at this point. Those meaty toes pressed on either side of his nose, pinching it gently and forcing him to breathe from between the digits. He huffed and puffed, and would have fallen flat on his back if it weren’t for the rabbit feet on his shoulders. Austin was the only thing keeping him upright, and he had a feeling that his boyfriend knew it.

“Phone?”

Fumbling with it, Harley passed it back, handing it over to the rabbit. Too busy with the feet in his face to guess what his boyfriend wanted it for, he nuzzled into them, rubbing one against his cheek and the other against his forehead.

Grind.

Nuzzle.

Stroke.

He fell into worship of those big soles, feeling the weight of them in a different way to Austin’s. His boyfriend’s feet were light, but firm, more like a dancer’s feet in that they were never pushing down too hard unless they meant to. Logan’s, on the other hand, were huge, heavy, and they were just…weighty all the time. Even though he was new to it, even though the big guy was clearly taking care (maybe a little too much care), Harley could still feel the sheer weight of the feet.

Pressing down.

Holding down.

Grinding.

“Alright, he’s hard enough,” Austin said. “Hey, Harl, how about you get out of those pants and show Logan what he’s going to be playing with?”

He still blushed, but he didn’t argue. When the pit bull pulled his feet back, Harley started stripping. His shirt went first, then his own socks. He hesitated at the button of his pants, but the other guys just smiled at him and nodded.

[i]Nnngh…not fair…[/i]

He wiggled out of his pants, tossing them to the side, and for a moment, he just sat there in his briefs. His bulge was so hard that it felt like it could cut glass, and he looked down to see the little wet spot in his tighty-whities. It was just…

[i]God, I look like one of those bullyable nerds…[/i]

“Heh, all of it, Harley. Come on.”

Austin wiggled his finger, and Harley whimpered as he pulled his underwear down. His dick slapped against his crotch as he pulled his underwear out of the way, bobbing stiffly as he sat with his legs together.

“L-like this?”

“Almost. Lie down.”

“I –”

“Hips by Logan’s feet, head by mine.”

“R-right.”

Oh god, oh god, oh [i]god[/i], this was getting hotter by the second. He shivered as he laid on his back, staring up as Austin lifted his own, smaller feet. They were…softer, gentler, even if –

“MMMPH!”

Harley arched his back as Logan brought his feet down. The pit bull pulled them back almost immediately.

“Sorry, sorry, too much?”

“Heh, no, no, that was the [i]good[/i] mmph,” Austin said. “Just make sure that you take it slow. Push down, keep him pinned with those big legs of yours.”

“You sure?”

“Oh, I’m positive. I know my Harley.”

Every time that Austin said it that way, it made the possum want to melt. He groaned as the rabbit’s feet came down on his face, shivering a bit as they ground from side to side. Sole sliding over his lips, other foot over his eyes like a blindfold so that he couldn’t see: it was just as good as it was going to get.

And then he felt those other meaty soles pressing down again. In his face, they’d been big and broad, and down there, they still were, but he could feel how giving and plush Logan’s feet were in so many spots. They just…gave against the side of his dick, his thighs, everywhere that they touched.

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

“Just take it slow, okay?” Austin said. “Uh, think of it like that whole stomping thing people do for big games.”

“Just slower and gentler, right?”

“Right.”

“Got it, dude.”

[i]How is this still getting better?[/i]

Embarrassment was still there, but it was so far in the background now that he didn’t even have words for how little it bothered him. Those feet pressed together on either side of his dick, and he moaned against Austin’s sole and his toes as they started rising up along either side of his cock.

They felt huge. God, they felt absolutely massive against his cock, pulling at it all the way to the head before ‘stomping’ down on either side of his dick. He had his legs spread just enough to keep his balls dangling, keeping them well out of the danger zone, but it was still intense.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

The fact that those huge, broad jock-feet were stroking him off was one thing, but he could just barely hear them talking, too.

“Whoa, little dude’s more into this than I thought. He like this with your feet, man?”

“All the time.”

“Heh. Little foot-fiend, ain’t he?”

“Heh, trust me. After this, I guarantee, he’s gonna want a repeat.”

“Hey, little dude wants to have some fun, I’m up for it, long as – you know – it’s not screwing with your guys’ relationship.”

“No worries. We know what we like, and he likes it when I find other ‘bullies’ for him, don’t you?”

“Mmm…”

Managing a weak thumbs-up, the possum sunk further and further into foot-lust as Logan pumped his cock again and again. Up, down, up, down, constantly working it and teasing it. It was far from the most pleasurable, exotic footjob that he’d ever gotten, but for a first time, it was more than good enough.

“Mmmph…”

“Hey, looks like you’re getting a hard-on, too,” Austin said. “Enjoying the feeling of a possum’s cock between your feet?”

“Heh, it’s new. Never thought it’d feel sexy.”

“Feel free to squeeze a bit. He likes that.”

“Like –”

“Mmmph!”

“Yeah, just like that. Now, pump a bit harder.”

Harley honestly didn’t know if he could hold out for much longer. Each pump up and down his cock had him throbbing, pulsing and twitching, and the rabbit feet on his face – both blinding him and making it impossible for him to speak – only made him moan more. He was a doormat to his boyfriend and their mutual friend.

Pulse.

Throb.

He twitched, his hips trying to buck up against those big feet pumping up and down, but they were so big and heavy that they were just shoving him back against the ground. Austin curled his toes, idly pushing one past the possum’s lips, and Harley started sucking on it without even thinking about it. Quiet moans escaped his lips around that toe, but he kept sucking anyway, huffing around it.

They were saying something, but it was so quiet compared to the thudding rush of his own heartbeat in his ears. He was getting closer, closer, and closer still, his dick feeling like it was getting pumped to its limits by those sexy feet. Up, down, up, down, his balls pulling up little by little, teasing him with how close he was.

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

He was right there at the end of his endurance. Austin was saying something, but it was too quiet for Harley to hear. He tried to perk up, but it was too far away, and –

And then Logan pushed his foot down. Harley’s cock was sandwiched between it and his groin, and the foot was still just slick enough that it could grind, and that blunt, smooth toe rubbed right under the head of his cock in the most perfect place –

“NNNNGH!”

It got him off, and then some. That big foot moved up to pin the head of his cock in place, making him cum all over those sexy toes and his own fur. He shivered, feeling each pulse going through him and feeling it get stronger with each gentle, nudging push from Logan’s foot, milking him. Milking him of everything he had, making him paint the bottom of that foot, making him give it all up for the pit bull.

He was on cloud nine.

He certainly wasn’t thinking.

Harley didn’t know how long he laid there, but by the time that he came to, they were playing the game again, and he was flat on his back with his phone beside his head. He sat up, saw that Logan had already wiped his feet clean, and then turned to the phone –

“Oh my god!”

“Hehehe,” Austin chuckled.

“Did you – did you just –”

“Hope you like your new home screen.”

Harley’s face felt like it could legitimately burst into flame as he looked at the picture that had replaced the old, fairly bland one. It was him with rabbit feet on either side of his head, looking almost unconscious with a full ‘gasm face, and big, cum-smeared soles resting on his chest. The only thing that kept it from being completely NSFW was the fact that it didn’t show him below the waist, but the implications were pretty damn clear.

He sputtered as he tried to find something to say – besides ‘Thank you’ – but the words refused to come. Harley just groaned, fumbling for his clothes and putting them on again. Before he could get too wound up and sour about it, though –

“Hey, Harley?” Logan asked.

“Yeah?”

“Next time, I wanna see how many times you can do that.”

“…Do…what?” Harley asked.

“Stamina training, buddy. Come on, you gotta know that.”

“…What?”

“Come on. How many times you can cum? I bet ya we can train you to cum five – no, ten times – before you faint.”

[i]Oh…god…[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Harley has another foot-fetish experience with his boyfriend and a friend.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Rabbit, Possum, 3rdHarleyJoe, Harley, Pit Bull, Logan, Austin, Foot Fetish, Dorm, Teasing, Pictures, Foot Worship, Footjob, Sharing, Bet, Forfeit, Dom Boyfriend, Cum, Orgasm, Sweat, Musk,