It looked like all the kids were out on the field - all the athletic cubs playing a round of soccer, the others walking laps on the track that encircled the grass. A stocky boar - Lou - was clad in a blue shirt and jeans, lugging around an old janitor cart that had seen better days. Usually he cleaned the middle schools locker rooms after the final bell had rung, but on days where there wasn’t much to do he would take care of them during a PE class. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, especially with his personal taste in young teen boys, but he was sure he could control those urges. Anyways, he didn’t want to impose on the kids in that way - he always knocked!
	He did just that and waited a few seconds. Not hearing anything on the other side, he strolled in with the cart and grabbed a mop. It was when he walked to the far side of the room that he got his first ever eyeful of a hard cub dick.
	It was a lean german shepherd only in a white t-shirt, athletic shorts and boxer briefs around his ankles, shoes poking out under the rumpled fabric. One paw was gripped around his erect red rocket, pumping slowly, smoothly up and down with a certain vigor. The other pressed a white, balled up sock - probably one of his classmates - up against his snout. He was inhaling deeply through his nose, whimpering after each breath. The cub was so laser-focused on the smelly footwear that he didn’t hear the boar knock on the door and walk across the room. Lou watched with a perverse disgust, feeling his cheek fur go hot. A naked cub was one thing, but seeing one with a blatant fetish for smelly socks instantly made his own prick come to life. He pinched his thigh with one paw, trying to not start stroking right then and there. The shepherds paw scrunched the sock up even more into his nose, pawing at his cock faster and faster. He could spy the kids knot starting to form, and thats when he quietly slinked away. 
	He waited by the door. The kids’ whines were quiet, but he could still hear them raising in pitch. The boar grabbed at his crotch with one hand - he was already rock hard, and a couple squeezes didn’t hurt. The whines crescendoed, replaced with ragged sighs and the sound of a few splats. Lou put a paw over his mouth. He crossed a line he never meant to see in the first place, but now that he had…He rushed out of the room, not bothering to be quiet with the door.
The shepherds ears perked up, but he didn’t see anyone. Blushing at the mess he made, he cleaned up with some toilet paper and returned the socks to the locker they were in.

That night, the boar couldn’t get the image of the young boy out of his mind. From sniffing the sock in the locker room, to fantasizing about shoving his canine snout up against his jockstrap, forcing his big sweaty feet over his nose, lacing a boot to his muzzle and holding his lithe body close, stroking his eager, young doggy dick…He woke up with his sheets soaked in piggy cum.

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	Dustin was tying the laces of his shoes as his classmates were filtering out into the hallway. The german shepherd was trying to stay back, but his close friend, a floppy eared goat named Wally, kept pestering him about the basketball game they were about to play.

“If I’m up against that black bear next time, I’m gonna kick his ass! Really make him pant, that big fatty. Did you see him sweatin’ up in a storm running from one side of the court to the other?”

“Yeah,  haha… What a loser. Hey, you go ahead to lunch. I gotta use the bathroom.”

“Alright Dust, I’ll see you there!”

Finally rid of the goat, the shepherd got to work. That ‘fat black bear’ was the one who’s socks he’d been sniffing in the middle of gym class every couple of days. But today was different. Today he had taken the socks for himself, a pair of big black cotton things made for big, wide bear feet.

He’d excused himself as he normally did, heading to where the bear changed, knowing the exact locker number. As he grabbed the goods he noticed something on the bench behind him - another pair of socks! These ones reeked - he could smell them faintly from where he stood. Whose paws they came from, he couldn’t tell - but he knew he had to have those too. In the heat of the moment, he stashed both pairs in the sides of his pockets.

And now, as he strode to a toilet stall with a pair of smelly socks in each side pocket of his jeans, was the payoff. The gym teacher was never around this time of day, so he shouldn’t have any interruptions. Dustin latched the stall behind him and pulled his pants down, dick already stiffening. He took out that mystery pair of socks, unrolling them, pressing them to his nose immediately. The pungent stench of sweaty feet was an assault on his nostrils, but one hard-wired to get his dick at full mast. Wasting no time, he pulled it over his muzzle, surprised at how well it fit. He rolled his eyes at the overwhelming scent - he swore it was still a little damp from whoevers paws it was on. As his dick grew harder he unrolled his bear classmates socks, fitting it around his already socked muzzle. It was impossible to get any fresh air now, just how he liked it, the two musky socks invading his sensitive canine nostrils. He wrapped the semi-damp mystery sock around his bone and started pumping.

Every breath was labored, Dustin savoring every facet of the combined smell as he pumped his five inch cock faster and faster. He was so wrapped up in his olfactory heaven that he didn’t hear a stocky boar enter the room, rolling his cleaning cart right up to the stall the german shepherd was in. The latches on those stall doors were very rickety, as Dustin would find out.

He was close to spurting his seed when he felt the door shake, once, twice - three shakes and the door swung open. The young dog had no time to react, staring down the school janitor in front of him. His uniform was tight around his body, stretching taut around his big potbelly. A devilish grin adorned his face, his eyes darting to the dogs hand.

“Looks like you found my socks for me, kid. How nice of you…”

Dustin tried to talk, forgetting he had muzzled himself with two socks. Before he could rip them off, the janitor stepped into the stall. The shepherd backed into the wall as the boar quickly snatched the footwear off of his face. In its place, a chloroform-soaked rag. The dog tried to yelp, but the boar was huge and big and strong - the pig got his arm around the kids muzzle just to push it further into the chloroform cocktail.

It was a quieter affair than Lou had expected - quicker, too. Maybe that's because he was drugging a child and not an adult, like he had read on the internet. Regardless, it should’ve left him knocked out long enough to get him from under the janitorial cart into the closet, where a duffel bag awaited the dog.

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Dustin came too feeling lightheaded and woozy. It was dark - why was it so dark? And oh, the smell, so lovely… Wait, what had happened? He had been the last one in the lockers, and he had the two pairs of socks…And then…the janitor! That big boar put something up against his face and…

“Mmmpphhh!!!” Everything was dark because he was blindfolded, and the socks up against his nose were tight - they were held in place with a muzzle that didn’t let him open his maw even a smidge. His hands went to pull it off, but he realized they were tied together, and more importantly, some sort of mittens were on his paws, rendering them useless.

“Hhmmmpp! Mmmmppphh!!” His yells filled the bag, screaming as loud as he could, hoping someone would hear. His heart started pounding in his chest - what did that boar say before he knocked him out? The smell entering his nostrils, it smelled like those mystery socks…Were they his? Did the janitor lure him with his stinky socks?? And what was he going to do with him now…

Through the fear, the smell of boar sweat and musk made him flush. He batted at his dick through his jeans blindly with one mitted paw - he was already hard.

“Mmmmmppphhhh……” He whined in a mixture of fear and arousal. Shit. This old smelly perv is going to have his way with me…without even saying hello! He thrashed around in the duffel bag, unaware he was stowed securely in the trunk of the janitors car. He could do nothing but wait until the janitor was done with his shift. At some point, he grew tired of struggling and fell asleep, the smelly fabric placating him.

When he finally came to again, he could see. He was in an unfamiliar place. No windows. Plywood walls. There wasn’t a lot of decoration, just a couple of drawers and a simple bed off to the side. He was sitting on something rather plush - a thick blanket. Looking down he saw his handpaws did have some strange leather mittens on, rendering his hands useless. They were also handcuffed, with a chain attached to them going around a support beam, making it impossible to move more than 4 feet in any direction. He still had the jeans and white t-shirt on from school.

Dustin started to breathe heavy. He was awfully warm - a furnace behind him was blowing hot air on to his fur. How kind of his captor. He’d seen the big boar around school before but never took him to be a big creep. A big creep who also had a thing for feet, just like him… Dustin closed his eyes and let the minutes pass.

He heard footsteps from above. Coming down a set of stairs. A key jingling at a door, knob jiggling before the boar who he usually sees wiping down his lunch table peeks his head through the open door.

“Ah, you’re up.” He enters quickly, turning and locking the door behind him. He’s still got the pants from the uniform on, but up top is a white muscle shirt that stretches across his plump frame. The boar eyes Dustin, searching him for a reaction. But the dog is frozen in shock. Not taking his eyes off of him, the boar grabs a stool from beside a dresser and sits in front of the dog, his legs outspread. He’s wearing these big brown work boots, and Dustin couldn’t help but glance at them.

“You really like feet, don’t cha, naughty boy?”

Dustin scowled. He didn’t know what to say. Instead of his hackles raising, he felt his ears fall flat on his head.

“Y’know, when I checked on ya while you were stuffed in my duffle bag, you had a real stiff boner showing through your pants. I remember being just like you in school, pup. All the pent up energy in the world, spending it all on stink and musk and sweat.”

He popped off one boot with the opposite foot, revealing a wide and meaty paw, no sock in between.

“W-what are you gonna do with me?” Dustin was shaking. He could hear what the boar was saying, but it all felt so wrong…

“Nothing you wouldn’t enjoy, I reckon.” The boar brought his big smelly foot and rested it on the dogs chest, pushing him down onto his back. He could hear the stool scoot closer to him. 

“You really love the smell of your teammates socks. Mine too, it looks like. Have you ever tasted their paws before?”

Dustin shook his head to say no. His eyes were caught in between the boars face and his big foot that he could now smell as it pressed against his lithe chest.

“Would you wanna taste mine?” He asked the question as if it was the most normal thing in the world, and as the boars toes tapped against him it suddenly felt natural to nod his head, up and down.

With little hesitation, the boar brought his big paw forward and then down over the boys muzzle. Immediately, Dustin took a big sniff, savoring the scent of the working mans sweaty foot. It was strong - stronger than he’d ever smelled on himself, but he couldn’t help but take another big breath through his nose, loving every second being underneath the powerful male.

The boar took off his other boot and placed his other big sweaty foot right next to the other, smothering the boys muzzle in a prison of sweat and stink. 

Dustin whined. He didn’t know he would like this this much. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, more eager to cum then ever before.

“Why don’t you give em a lick, kid? Could use a bit of cleaning down there, wouldn’t you say?” He laughed a gruff laugh, pressing the feet tighter around the boys muzzle. 

Eagerly his tongue darted out to taste the salty skin - it was all at once familiar (of course he’d licked his own out of curiosity) but different - more pungent, different than his own. He was lost in his own world, completely dominated by the smell, the taste, the feel and thought of the old janitors feet.

“Suck on the toes now, pup.” He dragged his foot down so that his chunky toes were level with the shepherds maw, and without any further instruction the dog slobbered over them, giving each one a tongue bath. He felt the paw push against his muzzle, stuffing three of his toes in there at once.

“Keep going, kid. Can see your pipes about to burst…Yer pre’in through your jeans! Keep it up and I’ll help ya finish.”

With that Dustin doubled down on his efforts, suckling on the toes as if that would make them clean. He moaned - he could see the other paw hovering right above his crotch, a red rocket shaped bulge threatening to tear itself through blue denim. His eyes tried to meet the boars, but all he could see was the foot in front of him. 

It went on for a few minutes, the boar making encouraging comments to keep the young pup on his foot, now drenched in saliva. Then without warning. Extra pressure grinded down into his crotch. Not too strong, but enough to stimulate his doggy boy dick from all sides. He yelped, his mouth suckling on a big toe. This was gonna be it, he’d been on edge long enough…

Another few gentle presses with his foot and the boy closed his eyes. He let his tongue roll over the sole of the boars foot as he felt ropes of cum shoot straight into his underwear, soaking through to his jeans. It felt like a blissful eternity, head full of hypnotic scent, but eventually his dick ran out of rope to shoot.

“Wow pup, what a load! Good job!”

Dustin felt like he was floating between the foot in his mouth and the other still kneading his dick. Alas, it would have to end - the boar stood up, and the boy couldn’t make eye contact. How could he? 

‘This is messed up.’

“Y-you know, my parents are gonna be real worried about me-”

“No they ain’t. Because you’re gonna tell them you’re staying at a friends, right now.” He pulls out the cubs cellphone and scrolls through text messages. It seemed like Mom and Dad were pretty trusting of their son - or at least didn’t care if he was out late, so there should be no problem with texting Dad.

‘Hi dad im staying at Wallys place right now ill b e back by 9’

He pressed send. That looked like the pups other texts, so it shouldn’t ring any alarms. He didn’t think Dad would call - the history didn’t show a lot of them from his parents.

“Look at that, pup. You and me got about six hours to get real comfortable with each other. Does that really sound so bad?”

The shepherd still couldn’t look him in the face, his head down and ears back. But there was a rather unfortunate tell that gave the dog away - his tail subtly wagging.

“Your body betrays you, puppy. Hehehe!” His laugh was too jovial for the situation in Dustins eyes.

“Fuck off.” The dog muttered under his breath.

With one hand, Lou grabbed the underside of the dogs muzzle and yanked it up, forcing him to make eye contact. He leaned in too, huffing in the boys face.

“You’re just as cute grumpy, boy. I ain’t no fool, we both saw you worshipping my feet so hard you came through those jeans of yours. So pretend you don’t like it all you want, I know you love the sweaty smell of your gym class buddies and I know you’re gonna love how I reek. In fact, let’s get you a little more familiar…”

The stocky boar quickly lays down next to the dog, wrapping his bigger legs around the young ones, and reaches his arm up.

“Sniff ‘em, boy.”

The dog whined, protested - that wouldn’t do. He quickly wrestled the pup into his hulking, sweaty armpit and clamped it around his muzzle. He protested by struggling, trying to push against the boar, but the handcuffs and chains made it hard to do anything worthwhile. The pup was leaning on the boars hefty stomach, his head trapped, swimming in the boars pit stench. It was quite offensive at first, but as he stopped struggling the smell became the only thing he could sense. It was overloading his brain, and…

“Breathe nice and deep, puppy. Deep down, you love it. Trust me on this one…”

He did, damn that boar. He did love it. He felt rough, thick fingers run down his shirt and get to his jeans. Without undoing the buckle and yanked them right off the pups legs, along with his boxers. Dustin’s dick was already getting hard again.

The boar whistled. “Boy, it’s been about 5 minutes and you’re about to start throbbin again? You’re gonna have to work for another orgasm on my watch, pup.”

Lou felt up the pups brown chest fur. He was lithe of course, but he could feel a bit of muscle too. The dog worked out. He wrapped his arm around the squirming pup again, bringing him close. He moved the arm around the dogs muzzle too, working in the sweat from the day into the pups face.

The dogs muffled moans and whines barely made it out from the thick, sweaty fur of Lou’s armpit. He chuckled. It was gonna be a great evening.