Story commissioned by  PORNGUY
Story written by  Ohmagaz
Wyatt ©  zp92

You can also download the PDF version

Worship in the locker room

« Fuck sports » I thought as I aggressively grabbed my bag and was preparing to head to the locker room after an intense sports class. I truly hated going to sports, especially in a scholar setting, but it was mandatory for the validation of the school year to go to these abominations, which I have very bad memories from. I was far from being the best in sports, as my scrawny appearance hinted, and I simply just hated having to go outside and do activities with other, as I would just make things awkward because of my mute nature. These classes always had the skill of making me question my self worth and making me feel blue, but at least it was the last class of the day, so I didn’t have a lot of time to feel miserable before distracting myself with video games. The last thing I had to do was changing clothes and I’d be gone. There was a shower in the locker room, but there was no way I would get naked in a room where everyone could see me.

I went down the stairs which led to the locker room located under the gym, already beginning to take my backpack off when I heard the sound of multiple loud footsteps getting closer to me from behind, accompanied with a general commotion as loud as the footstep, coming in the form of different vocal ranges, from loud speaking to ear shattering laughter. I recognized these voices as the football team member’s, and in a hurry, I decided to turn to a different direction in order to avoid the group of peoples whose direction also seemed to be the locker room. Not that I had ever been bullied by them before, but I generally didn’t feel at ease when this kind of jock group was around. They were way too noisy for me, and to be honest, their general musculature and apparent perfect physical condition was raising a slight jealousy feeling in me, jealousy that I didn’t need right now. Fortunately, there were the toilets in which I could take shelter in the direction I was taking, so I hastily opened the door, hearing the footballers walking past the restrooms. I went into a cabin and locked the door behind me, taking my phone out as I knew I would have to find a distraction to pass the time.

A bunch of minutes later, I heard a door open in the distance, directly followed by the commotion heading back from the room I avoided and disappearing up the stairs. I unlocked the door and timidly walked out of the bedroom, carefully looking around for anyone of the football team I might walk into. As the silence hinted me that no one was here anymore, I walked to my right, to finally get into the locker room to change very quickly before leaving for good. I took place on one of the benches in the farthest corner and started to change clothes, when I heard the sticky sound of footsteps coming towards me. It was only at this moment that I noticed the shoulder bag that was under the bench right in front of me and realised I wasn’t alone in the room, as I didn’t dare looking up to face the eyes of the person approaching, acting as if I was busy with my current task. Please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to-

“Hey dude!” Shoot. Forced to lift my face towards my mysterious interlocutor as he had initiated the conversation with me, I answered reflexively with a shy “Hey”, while discovering the person who was in front of me, my eyes widening at the sight.

The person in front of me was known as Wyatt. He was a black anthropomorphic horse very popular at school due to his high physical abilities and his natural talent at sports, which proved to be essential for the football team that he was the captain of. I found myself looking at Wyatt’s black soaked mane and light grey muzzle, surmounted with minnow eyes, the left one being yellow while the right one was blue. Although for a few milliseconds that I felt were too much to not be remarked by the horse student, my attention got driven at the ground, as the sportive’s muscular body (Which chest was bare) was supported by very large black humanoid feet that seemed to be as muscular and manly as the rest of his body, each of them surmounted by ankle bands that made them stick out. I especially watched the toe’s curvature adapting to the ground below it, giving a very subtle feeling of softness and extra sensitivity to them as the horse’s weight shifted from foot to foot. I shamefully turned my head and got back to finish my task as fast possible. Even though Wyatt was actually known to be very nice, I didn’t wish to stay more time in this awkward situation, as an upsetting silence descended between us. Wyatt sat on the bench right in front of me, which got me to feel even more pressure, and took out a towel from the shoulder bad that I hadn’t seen before.

Finished with my changing, I discretely looked up at Wyatt one more time, as I noticed he had crossed his legs, allowing me to see a bit of his left sole which was a light grey color. The two toned foot made me shiver as I felt a rush of excitation tickle my gut, which was amplified by the current wiggling motion of his toes. I quickly took my bag by one of its straps, not taking the time to fully put it on my back, and hastily stood up to rush towards the exit. I was already thinking that I was finally finished with the day when I felt the strap I was holding slip off and as I turned back in horror, the backpack fell down right in front of the horse’s feet. I cursed my clumsiness in my head, before quickly leaning on to grab my backpack from the ground with an apologetic “Sorry!”. I grabbed one of its strap and before I could lift it up, I felt Wyatt’s large left foot lightly press on my hand, trapping it in its sensory warmth and softness, as its aquiline appearance made its way to my vision.

My heart skipped a bit. I began blushing madly and as I was about to lift my head up in incomprehension, I found my nose covered by Wyatt’s right foot toes, as he had eagerly pushed his foot on my face. A wave of warmth and a strong moist and cheesy smell made its way through my nostrils, hitting my sensors with full force as both the surprise of the sudden situation and the pleasant feeling made me pause like a statue, only to enjoy the exciting sensation of having these horse toes to smell.

“Heh, I always knew you were a foot guy”, I heard Wyatt’s deep and powerful voice snickering from above.

My eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat as I realised I had actually spent a few seconds appreciating the footballer’s toe cave, as I was blushing with both excitation and shame. I hastily moved my nose and hand so that I could grab my backpack quickly before leaving, but Wyatt didn’t seem to want me to do that, as I felt the intense weight of the foot I was smelling a few seconds fall down on my back, pushing me on the ground.

“Now then, you don’t want to ruin the moment, do you?” The horse said, as I could feel his toes wiggling on my back, while having my face right in front of the horse’s left foot toes, who had kept his foot in the same position than before.

At this point, it was already impossible to describe how fast my heart was rushing, as my attempts to get up despite the strong force applied to me was just acting to hide how excited the situation was making me feel. My nose was a few inches away from the equine’s toes, yet I quickly felt the air dampen and take a more coarse scent, as Wyatt was now wiggling and spreading his toes wafting the intense smell at me, which made me moan and pant against my own will. Wyatt’s feet were sweaty and dirty after the training, and it showed, both visually and sensorially.

“As you can smell, my feet would love a bit of attention after today’s intense training…” I anxiously looked up at my interlocutor, starting to realise that he was teasing me.
“I was gonna do that myself, but then I saw you eyeing these beauties…” Wyatt lifted his toes, unsticking his sole to the ground in order to let me look at the beautiful cave which walls were the exquisite light grey skin of his foot arch above the ground.

I was mesmerized by the beautiful sight of the form folding and unfolding in a seemingly infinite number of wrinkles, when I saw the said foot sliding towards me, Wyatt preparing to trap my nose under his grounded sole. I started panting madly again as the foot slid above my nose and I was brought once again in this beautiful sweaty and smelly atmosphere, feeling some of the foot’s humidity retain on my nose, in the moist and smelly cave that was the manly plantigrade foot before me, with its muscular toes wiggling on my face, as I closed my eyes in delight. A few seconds passed, as I felt my body arch up in a rapidly growing pleasure that was about to reach its climax when the air purified again, making me open my eyes to see what was happening.

“I wouldn’t want to spoil you too much, would I? We’re gonna take it slow…” Wyatt said as the foot had retreated and its toes were resting on the ground again, naturally showing a bit of their in between area.

I felt the weight lift up from my back, only to feel it again pressing on my side, forcefully encouraging me to roll over to lay on my back, which I did without a word, still muted by the surprise. The foot then applied its pressure on my chest, marking it with its warmth, and as I was now facing the roof of the locker room, I witnessed Wyatt stand up from the bench only to sit down on the ground between my legs, without breaking the weight he was pushing onto my body. I heard the sound of the previously grounded foot leaving the floor only to casually take a rest on my chest just like the other one, except that this foot was rubbing from my belly to the top of my clavicle. I gasped at the feeling of heat that Wyatt’s masculine sole was dragging through my upper body area, as with each passing of his foot right next to my face, I had the occasion to get more of this amazing scent that was his sweaty soles and toes’. After a while, Wyatt’s pressure on my belly was lightened, as he must have supposed I wasn’t planning on running away anymore. He extended both of his legs on my body, resting his soles right in front of my face, close enough for me to feel the air dampening around them, but far enough to leave me unable to touch them with my face. I felt the pressure of his strong muscular legs constricting my body, which gave me a feeling of submission that made me feel even more entranced. The horse spread his toes in front of my face, blessing me with the sight of his skin folding to accommodate to this new toe layout.

“Now, rub” He said with authority.

I listened to the bulky student’s orders, as I lifted up my arms, the only parts that weren’t hindered by Wyatt’s weight, and gently grabbed the beautiful pair in front of me, one hand for each foot. I wrapped my hand around them, caressing the top of their toes in a circular pattern, as they would reflexively twitch and move around a bit with each touch, only adding more and more wrinkles to the worn out soles, which sweat was dropping on my chest as I kept feeling the buttery surface welcoming my thumbs in them, as their softness was letting them sink in the delicious light grey flesh. I abandoned Wyatt’s right foot to focus both of my hands on his left foot, which was closer to my face. I glided my fingers from his soles to his toes, feeling the wrinkles unveil under my fingers, retracting and reforming almost instantly after their passing, as if waiting for another shot. The foot was very warm from the training, and as I tenderly caressed the horse’s left soles, Wyatt was wiggling his right toes to waft the smell at me, occasionally approaching it towards my face just enough for me to take a smell, yet unable to stick my tongue out enough to give his toes a lick. I proceeded to knead my thumb into the heavy arched sole of his, feeling like my whole thumbs and hands could sink into their embracing delicacy, before progressively going up, feeling the strong muscles and tendons relaxing from their exhausting requisition, when Wyatt shifted his feet around, starting to rub my fingers with his lonely right foot. He pressed hard enough that my thumbs felt sandwiched between the two warming soles, and grinded both of his soles together, as I could see the beautifully rounded arch that his feet were forming, while moaning at the warm skin caressing my fingers. I eventually slid all my fingers into the warm cavern, taking advantage of the situation to rub both of the soles at the same time, one set of fingers for the left sole, the other one for the right one. This silly game continued for a few seconds, before the horse faced his soles in front of my face again, only to splay his toes as wide as he can, showing the space between each of his digits, and the sweat that had softened them.

“Your fingers. In there.” He said with the same authoritarian tone than before.

I could definitely not say no to that, and I plucked each of my fingers between each space, as they seemed to have been made only for the purpose of holding my fingers between them. I rubbed my fingers back and forth in these perfect cavities, warming up my fingers and my whole body from the feeling. Wyatt must have been enjoying the attention too, as his moans of pleasure were echoing in the entire room. Something about these made me shake from bliss, maybe it was the manly depth of these moans that made me feel this way, the slight constriction feeling and submissive position that I was into must have had this special effect on me. I loved servicing these powerful and virile feet, feeling the amount of effort they have been put into, and their enticing warmth that made my heart melt. I kept daydreaming while looking at the divine equine’s toes, as they would shift in the same way than before, except that their sides were rubbing my fingers by the same occasion. I watched as the relief on his feet shifted from a stretched splayed pattern to a more gathered and general sea of wrinkles that started from his heels to arrive towards the very bottom of his toes. I felt each of the wrinkles of his balls press against the palm of my hands, as I continued giving the massage service to Wyatt’s beautiful toes.

“Good. Now rub my soles~” Was Wyatt’s next command as he pointed his toes towards me, which I obeyed without a second word.

I shifted my hands upward and started delicately caressing the wonderful soles, as the muscular guy that Wyatt was, must have guessed my specific liking for spreading toes, as he displayed a beautiful arched toe splay right in front of my nose, as I was almost close enough to give them a smell. I tried lifting my face as close as possible from the awaiting ten fingers grasp, but was unable to, Wyatt having chosen the perfect distance to tease me without letting me a chance to feel them yet. I scratched the underfoot surface more vigorously, as this had the effect of enlarging the horse’s toe splay, almost like a mechanical reaction from his body. Wyatt’s toes danced hypnotically in front of my eyes, as I could feel their heel, which were the only parts of his feet still in contact with my body, slightly move forwards, and I could now completely feel the warmth and smell I had been given a preview of reaching my nostrils. My heart started pounding faster, after the rub had calmed it a bit, to reach a high speed again.
“My, you seem so eager to be at my feet… The black horse teased as his toes kept approaching. I guess it’s time to clean them now, isn’t it?” And with these words, Wyatt lifted up his feet to suddenly apply both of his soles flat on my face, softly pushing it down on the ground, as my face soon got covered by the student’s muscular feet and my vision turned to the pure grey of their soles grinding on my face. It was impossible to breathe anything else than the strong sweating warm smell of the warm skin that was pushing on my face so hard that I couldn’t even stick my tongue out, and I could do nothing else than feel the smooth wrinkles gliding along my face, feeling the damp atmosphere that was made of the feet’s moist sweat and warmth fall down upon my face, filling my entire being of their godly air.

Wyatt kept pushing and grinding his sweaty soles on my face, as I could do nothing but grab their top and force even deeper into my face, moaning and panting at the sensation. This kept going for a while before he lowered his feet on my face and was now planting his toes on my nose, surrounding its bridge with his spread toes which I could see the tips of from the bottom of my vision. He lightened the pressure he was applying on my face, and I could finally open my mouth to furiously give kisses to the warm under toe area, now that I was finally given permission to by the equine beast. I felt the strong toes wiggle as a reaction, brushing my lips as I gave them smooches millimetres per millimetres, before I stuck out my tongue and started lapping. I could feel my tongue sliding in the fleshy bridge of the long toes, before I reached their wide balls that I nibbled a bit as I kept intensely lapping, before plucking one of the black toes in my mouth for a thorough cleaning, bathing the sumptuous digit and wrapping my tongue around it, feeling the warmth of this humanoid toe, its black toe nail, and its creamier bottom, encouraged and aroused by Wyatt’s deep voice, which was moaning from pleasure. I was giving my love to both feet at the same time, alternating between each asset, which gave me a “refreshing” new aroma and warmth, while the toes of the not worshipped foot would simply drum on my cheek or cover the rest of my face, making me feel their meaty texture on my fur. The toe worship lasted a few intense minutes which felt like hours of pure bliss and pleasure, before I was completely finished with the playful toes that rubbed against each other in an almost hypnotising pattern each time I got to touch one of them with my tongue. Still pinning me down with his legs, he grinded his feet forward again so that his light grey soles would cover my mouth.

“Now, the soles…” Wyatt softly said of his grave voice, after lifting his wonderful pair and wiggling his toes around to showcase his feet flexibility and their wrinkles forming around to simply plant them on my face again a few seconds later.

I didn’t make Wyatt repeat himself, I instinctively stuck my tongue out and got to clean the remaining sweat that was left on the horse’s arch and soles, going deeper and deeper into the surface like in a warm and cheesy cavern, as I began from Wyatt’s rounded arches, surrounding the edges of his soles and sometimes exceeding on the side of his feet, from where I could feel many wrinkles, to the centre of the soles, which atmosphere was obviously damper and more intense. I lapped while moaning loudly, and Wyatt must have noticed that, as he began grinding his large soles on my face again, as I stuck my tongue out to gather all the remaining drops of sweat while he played with my face. I hadn’t noticed how large the equine’s feet were yet, but they were very big feet, as the soles easily hosted my face within them, and even more, with his toes reaching out to the top of my forehead, and his heels to the very top of my clavicle. I kissed and licked at the passing feet, before they advanced yet again, this time waiting for a heel cleaning. The rounded part felt very smooth and almost slippery because of the sweat, unlike the other parts of the feet, which I could feel the saliva that I had left on them returning on my face. I resumed my work, not leaving any trace or hint of the warmth and smell they’ve been carrying after their thorough training. I exceeded on the side of the feet again, also bathing the hot equine’s malleolus of my licks and kisses, as I could feel the ankle bands on his feet pressing against my body. Going through the entire ball, leaving a trail of wrinkles behind each of my link to unfold a few seconds later, I grabbed the ankles and pulled the feet forward, to not only lick the sole part of them, but also the back of the horse’s giant feet, passing my tongue under the bands and licking as far I could between the fuzzy fabric and the tender skin. This got Wyatt to gasp before immediately moaning very loud again, as his soles were now casually facing forward again, blessing me of their awesome wrinkle fashion, while the toes kept wiggling, scrunching, and splaying around. I gave the same treatment to the other ankle, before planting the soles back onto my face, and starting another wave of whiffs and kisses, while Wyatt would let me do whatever pleases me with his feet.

“Phew… That was awesome… Wyatt panted after a few minutes of my kisses, as my cleaning seemed to have affected him more than I thought. He slowly retracted his feet, gliding them on my face one last time while I tried to keep them on with my hands. But obviously, between the weak strength of my hands and the muscular horse’s legs, I couldn’t do much. We should definitely do that again!” He finished while rummaging through his bag.

Disappointed of having the pair retired from my face, I took a bit of time to pant and got back to a seated position, Wyatt’s legs now being taken off my torso.

“Hum… So… This is over?” I asked, worried about the answer?
- Over? Heh, of course not! The beefy horse laughed. After having taken something out of his bag, he slid it in front of him, while gesturing me to stay in place, and placed his ankles on top of it, resting his wonderful soles on top of it, right in front of my face.
“Now you get to see the result of your hard work… Wyatt giggled as he said that, his soles playfully moving from a side to the other, like a cry for attention. Take a pic if you’d like, or even a video, I don’t mind, that’s your reward~”

The horse tossed me the rectangular object he had taken out of his bag, as I looked at the phone I had just received from him.

“Password is 1805.” He said with a wink and a toe spread, as the sole wrinkles it caused to appear sent a shiver down my spine.

I came back to my senses and unlocked Wyatt’s phone, before opening its camera application. The layout prompted on the screen, and I witnessed on the bottom left of the screen, the preview image of the latest photo taken, and noticed that it was another pic of Wyatt’s feet, as a close up shot that perfectly pictured the view I had of the horse’s feet when I had my nose in between them.

“Surprised? Hehe, a lot of peoples love my feet~ This guy’s Marc, a very small mouse, but very good at rubbing. I suggest you go talk to him if you want your feet massaged”

I blushed, kind of envious at Marc for having a size that allowed him to get such beautiful views of these muscular soles. I tapped the icon to change the mode from photo mode to video mode, and held the object horizontally. I pressed the record button, and as a little ticking sound indicated, the button surrounded itself of a red outline.

“Is this on?” Wyatt questioned, rubbing his legs from his knees to their tops, already anticipating my answer and starting the tease in a way.
- Y-Yeah… I responded, more concentrated at the real scene than the screen of the phone I was holding.

Wyatt snickered a bit and grabbed his toes, and as he pulled them backwards, the smooth muscular sole seemed to expand towards me, as it bulged forward, presenting their extra smooth and now immaculate arches, working his sole muscles to twitch them a bit and show how flexible and muscular their structure was. He looked at me, a bit puzzled at first, but snickered a bit after a moment.

“Heh, don’t be shy, you can take close ups if you want… But no touching, alright?” He released his pinky toe from his grasp and moved it around in a sort of waving motion.

That was the permission I was waiting for, as I immediately laid down on my stomach for a better position and movement flexibility, before I moved the phone forward to approach those bulky feet, which warmth I started feeling again. They really seemed to warm and sweat up very fast. I realised how precise the camera was as the auto focus activated, and it succeeded at making me lose my own focus on Wyatt’s feet, only to look at its digital retransmission instead. Each singular minuscule seams on his soles and undertoes were visible, in a larger-than-life level of detail. The pinky toe, which still hadn’t been caught back, started wiggling on its own again, displaying an infinity of wrinkles on the upper external side of his soles. I kept thinking the manly soles up close, traveling from the bottom of his heels to the top of the pulled toes, as Wyatt suddenly released his traction on them, letting them relax and giving back the relaxed sole wrinkles that I had been accustomed to up close and personal. The view made me shiver and tremble, as the only thing I was longing to do now was to manipulate these beauties again, slobber over their inviting assets and feel their pressure apply on my face. But I had to keep to myself, as Wyatt’s wiggling toes and soles were curling and spreading around in front of the camera, which was doing an outstanding job at capturing each single detail of this godly pair. Wyatt alternated between multiple positions, like crossing his feet, rubbing his ankles with his feet, laying to his side with his feet sideways, as well as laying on his stomach, with his feet getting more wrinkly than I could ever imagine thanks to the work that gravity was applying to the sensitive and tender flesh of them, and the natural sole curl that this pose was implying, and simple side to side foot tease, as he would splay his left foot’s toes, while I zoomed out to get a shot of Wyatt’s muscular torso and confident face added to this wonderful creamy view that was the horse’s soles. After a few minutes of foot filled imagery recorded right in front of me, Wyatt spoke again.

“Alright, I think that’s enough FOOTage, hehe…”
- Oh, okay… I replied, disappointed as I ended the recording.
“I wish we had more time, but it’s getting pretty late… The horse added, noticing my disappointment But we’ll find a time to do it again” The muscular student winked at me as he finished his sentence.
- I… I would love to… I answered, nervously scratching the back of my head and blushing, extremely excited at the idea of seeing these mouth-watering soles again.

Wyatt presented me a last toe wiggle, before retreating his feet and getting up again, with me following and giving him his phone back.

“Alright bud, do you have a Furcord account or something? I will send you the video when I get home.”
- Y-Yes, I’m on most of the time too… I said, still nervous as in every conversation, but feeling a bit more confident next to Wyatt after the experience we both shared.

I gave him my Furcord ID and we changed to casual clothes together, as if nothing had happened in that famous locker room, before leaving the sportive complex and parting ways, casually waving us goodbye, even though we would meet tomorrow in class. It felt weird to see Wyatt’s feet in clothes again, although the casual converse shoes he was wearing now only made them more desirable, now that I knew how delectable their interior was. A few hours later, I was looking at videos on Youtube, keeping Furcord open in the wait of the famous video I took with Wyatt to be sent to me. The notification sound of Furcord made me jump on my seat, as I almost instantly paused the video, assuming what the message was about. It was a message from a certain “kelPing”, and it contained a video for me to download with the comment “Eager to see you again, bud ;)”.

THE END