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The Coach's Slave for Alex by Draconicon

Despite his conditioning, the mouse braced himself as the bell rang. Alex knew what was coming, and knew how much his body was going to be bruised by the end of it, and no training could keep all his reactions away.

The mouse was barely two feet tall, so he fit the role of a doormat easily. And that was precisely what he was used for. Alex felt the doors to the gym open only a second before the mob of college students came rushing in. The mouse hissed and grunted as shoe after shoe pounded down on his back, each one sufficient to knock the air from his lungs, and each one coming so fast after the last that there was no way that he could breathe through the storm of footwear.

Back, legs, head, everything was stepped on at some point as the next period students came rushing in. And it wasn't merely shoes that stomped on him, but tails and dropped backpacks as well. The mouse grunted, hissed, his breath knocked out of him more times than he could count. He had hazy black on the edges of his vision within thirty seconds, and he knew that more were still to come.

And he loved it.

Alex smiled through the abuse, even as the next shoe slammed his face down into the mat beneath him. He lifted his head, and then down it went again, held in place for almost five seconds before the wearer walked off again. His boxers dug into his waist with each step, pressed in by the weight of the much bigger students above him, and particularly when the hooved guys walked by.

Despite it all, his boxers were also tight in the front, where his cock throbbed beneath him from the abuse. Alex bit his lip, holding back a moan as his spine popped from one student stepping on and then leaping off of him, knowing there'd be a bruise there later in the day.

Finally, after nearly a minute of people walking on him, Alex was able to get a partial breath in. He sucked in the new air - a little filthy from all the dirty shoes, but nonetheless air - into his lungs, savoring it.

It was pushed out again by something bigger. Alex didn't have to be faceup to know what it was. The ridges along the underside of the shoes told him that they were flip-flops, and there was only one person to come in late and wear flip-flops at any time of the year.

"Hello. Coach."

His voice was high pitched from the pressure on his lungs, and he was only sure that the coach heard him when he started laughing.

"Heh, no complaints today, Doormat?"

"Doormats. Don't. Complain."

He could barely get enough air to get out one word per breath. Alex hissed as his air was forced out of his lungs again as the coach adjusted his footing.

"Heh, no more complaints. That's a full week of good behavior, after the TAs caught you mouthing off. I guess you just needed to meet me to stop talking back."

"Yes. Coach."

"Alright. Come to my office."

As the coach stepped off of him, Alex could finally look around. The departing orca was barely dressed in anything more than tight shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, and he carried a clipboard with him. The white soles of his otherwise dark feet were flashed every time he took a step, and Alex licked his lips at the sight of them.

Maybe he'd get a chance to play with them today, he thought as he got on all fours. It was a little painful to walk, but he deserved it. He was a doormat after all, and they existed only to be walked on and to clean the walkers' feet and shoes.

Several times, a college student stepped out from one of the other classes, rushing out to the door, and Alex was knocked off of his feet. Either he was stepped on, flattened to the ground by the student's weight, or the toe of the shoe hit him right in the rib. The former was preferable to the latter, because he particularly loved the feeling of being pinned, but even the latter wasn't so bad. It was like he was giving them soccer practice, a little step up from being a doormat.

After being bounced around and flattened by a badger, two foxes, and kicked by a bear, Alex managed to get to the coach's door. It was right next to the locker room, so it stank of the sweat that the males going through it every day left behind. It also smelled very strongly of the salty scent of the orca, who the mouse was happy to serve.

The door closed behind him as he crawled in, his tail held low as he reached the coach. He bowed deeply, lowering his head to the floor, as the coach pushed the bottoms of the sandals at him. The heels were against the floor, the toes pointed in the air.

"You got some cleaning to do, doormat. Get to work."

Alex didn't have to be told twice. He crawled up to them, his fingers scrabbling along the ridges underneath to pull him along it. His tongue dug into the little crevices. It didn't take long to find little specks of dirt and other things along the underside, and he licked at them dutifully, pulling them off and swallowing them - in the case of the smaller ones - or dropping them into a little dish at his side for the ones too big to swallow. He wasn't allowed to just drop big chunks of dirt in there, only rocks, so he was chewing the stuff quite a bit.

It wasn't his usual position, but he leaned back onto his knees as he finished cleaning around the heel. Scraping his teeth and his tongue through the ridges, he gradually collected more and more of the dirt in his mouth, and forced it down his throat. Occasionally he went back to all fours to put the rocks he found in the dish, but otherwise he kept working his way up from heel to toe. By the time he finished, he could feel his underwear getting a little wet from his own excitement.

He moved to the other flip-flop, repeating the process from the heel. It was just as bad, perhaps worse than the other one. His stomach was getting full, too, but he smiled. This is a good lunch, he thought, swallowing another mouthful of dirt. He definitely wouldn't need to scrounge for anything tonight. He'd be full up.

The progress was quick, and he soon reached the top of the flip-flop again, looking up past his master's toes. He cocked his head to the side, not speaking.

"Heh, looks like you got a good meal. Now let's give you a drink, Doormat. Take them off."

The thought of what he was about to receive made him grin like an idiot, his erection throbbing in his green boxers. He dropped back down, grabbing hold of the sides of the flip-flop with his hands and teeth, and crawled backwards, dragging it off of the orca's foot. He dropped it to the floor, then did the same with the other, making sure that they were completely removed.

This was a usual task for him, so he set to it with a will, dragging his tongue across the softer, more giving 'interior' of the sandals. They were soaked with the orca's sweat, and each lick pushed some of the liquid out of the interior and onto his tongue. It was hot, salty, and almost burned his taste buds with the intensity.

He had to bite his lips again to stop his moans, as he crawled over the top of the shoe, taking his time as he knew the coach would want him to. Under the loud sounds of his licks, he could just make out the fap-fap sound of the orca taking his own pleasure from this.

Alex smiled. He was doing good.

Wandering from toe to heel, he dragged out several mouthfuls of sweat from the flip-flop. It felt good to have something wet to go with all the dry earth in his stomach, but he needed more. Much more. Leaping from the first sandal to the next, he used his hands to knead out some of the sweat, pushing it out of the material so that he could lap it up.

The resulting flood of it was much more satisfying, and he sucked it up as much as he licked it up. The mouse moaned, his boxers starting to drip from how aroused he was, and he knew that he would have more cleaning to do as he crawled from one side of the flip-flop to the other.

It didn't take long before the sharp taste of the sweat burned out his ability to taste things, his tongue feeling the moisture and not much else as he licked up the rest of the stuff he pressed out. Alex went back the way he came, seeing the little droplets of his pre that had fallen from his underwear, and leaned down, licking it up as much as he had the sweat.

"You are a dedicated cleaner, Doormat. Such a pathetic thing, but efficient."

Alex beamed. It was a high compliment.

No sooner had he smiled than one of the orca's feet landed on top of him. The sweaty, almost slimy sole pressed down hard, and he was smooshed against the tiled floor of the office. The grooves in the floor almost seemed to cut at his body rather than offer relief, and he shudders beneath them.

Not in pain, however, but in pleasure. His cock and a bit of his underwear was stuck in a crevice, and it dripped worse than ever as the orca put his weight down. Alex's lip biting trick failed to work, and he moaned.

"And you are a shameless pervert."

The foot lifted, and then the toes hit him in his side. The mouse went flying across the room, hitting the door. The breath was knocked from his lungs, and he hit the floor hard. He sucked in a breath, and opened his eyes to see the feet coming at him again.

"Mouse ball!"

The orca kicked him just as hard a second time, and he went flying up in the air.

"Mouse hackey-sack!"

Alex always loved this part. The orca kicked his feet up again and again, bouncing the mouse off of the soles of his feet, keeping him airborne. The kicks felt like they were cracking ribs, and definitely leaving painful bruises, but it never stopped him from being turned on. The mouse deserved it all. Doormat he was, and anything like this was an honor and a step-up that he didn't truly deserve.

Up and down, sole to air, air to sole. That was the way it went, and every time he landed on the orca's foot, he kissed the sole and the underside as best he could before he was sent up in the air again. He was battered and bruised - and he swore he had at least one black eye from where a toe 'punched' him on the way down one time - but he was on the verge of climax.

Finally, the foot wasn't there as he came back down. He hit the ground hard, panting and shaking. His entire body ached, and he moaned as he was so close to finish. He looked up at the coach pleadingly, his arms and legs outstretched.

"Oh, fine. I suppose you might as well get a little treat."

He lifted up his large, black and white foot, and lowered it down again. It covered half of the mouse's body, dragging along from his knees to his stomach, and ground against that bulge in his boxers in humiliating fashion. Alex squeaked in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as his hips ground upwards instinctively.

The sudden increase in pressure stopped him from grinding, but it just pushed him over the edge faster. Squeaking louder, he came hard, splurting an embarrassing load through his underwear and onto the orca's sole. Panting, he slumped down as the orca pulled his foot away. With his foot out of the way, Alex could see the coach's cock, a thick, throbbing dark length, with a thick bit of foreskin still almost totally covering the head.

"Heh, think you're done, Doormat? Think again."

The coach grabbed him, lifting him off of the floor and then holding him under his cock. Alex was forced to hug it, the musky head right in his face.

"While I do paperwork, you do the head work. Now start."

A doormat's work is never done, Alex thought as he set to work.

The End