	Elliot huffed and panted as he stared at the ceiling, completely spent. His pants were around his ankles and his cock was exposed and semi-erect, coated in a layer of saliva. He was laying atop a bed on his back while Angeldust sat cross-legged in a chair by the door, absent-mindedly wiping some cum from his chin as he tapped at his phone. The wolf-demon had hired the spider as a prostitute for a quick blowjob, despite being dead broke and knowing so. Now he saw his chance to escape before paying, which was his intention in the first place, and he gladly took it.

	While he was distracted with his phone, Elliot scooted across the bed and got up from it. Angeldust noticed him moving for the door out of the corner of his eye and crooked an eyebrow at him. The wolf’s face dropped when he realized his cover was blown, and he tried to make a run for it. Angel unfolded his legs and extended one in his path, creating an obstacle that he subsequently tripped over. He came crashing down face-first, grunting as he impacted the ground. The spider clicked his tongue at him.

	“Think you can pull one over on me like that? You seem kinda new to this, buddy.” He said, standing from his seat. The wolf, still on the ground, tried to scurry away, but was abruptly stopped in place when his leg was grabbed. He looked back at Angel, who wore a toothy grin as he dragged him back to the bed on the other side of the room. Once there, he wrestled him into place and locked both of his wrists to the bed posts with some spare handcuffs he had laying around. Despite the rest of his body being free, he was trapped in place, forced to face the bed as he knelt on the floor before it.

	“L-Listen, it’s not what it looked like. I wasn’t trying to get away! I was, uh…” Elliot trailed off, trying to think of an excuse as sweat dripped down his forehead.

	“Mhm?” Angel asked, crossing his many arms and staring the demon in the eyes as he stammered, appearing unimpressed.

	“Well, I WAS trying to get away, but… Uh, I don’t have the money.” He confessed. “L-Look, I can pay you later! I promise I’ll have the money! Just let me go!”

	“No chance in heaven, pal.” Angel said, snickering to himself. “You’re not getting a free blowie that easy. Not from me, anyway. Hm… Actually, I know a few ways you could repay me.” He said, tapping his chin while looking up and down his captive’s body. The wolf’s face fell.

	Angel climbed back atop the bed and seated himself in the center, facing the wolf. He propped his booted feet up in front of the wolf’s face, only an inch or two from the tip of his snout. The bottoms of the boots were filthy, caked in grime and dirt collected from a long night of walking the streets. Despite lacking a strong smell, the sight was repulsive, especially due to its proximity to his face. The demon turned his head to the side in disgust.

	“Guess you’re not one of those kinky freaks that’s into this stuff, huh? Well good. Otherwise it wouldn’t be much fun, would it? Now, get licking.” Angel commanded. When the wolf still refused, he moved his boot forward anyway, planting the sole on the side of his face. Elliot grimaced and closed one eye, letting out a low growl as Angel mopped his foot back and forth, using his fur as a doormat. When he pulled his foot away he smiled at the sight of the large bootprint he left behind.

	“I’m not gonna ask again. Get to it.” He said, pointing a finger at the boot. The wolf turned his head back, grumbling as he did so. Even though Angel already wiped some dirt off on his face, there wasn’t a visible change in the amount still on the boot. He groaned internally.

	After working up the courage, the wolf parted his lips and stuck his tongue out, pressing it to the heel of the boot and slowly dragging it upwards, using his tongue to collect a large amount of dirt and the bitter taste that went along with it. He finished the lick at the toe, then returned his tongue to his mouth, after which he gagged at the taste. Angel burst out in laughter, taking great satisfaction in watching the demon worship his footwear.

	Humiliating as it was, the wolf continued. He licked the boot from bottom to top a dozen times over, alternating spots so as to cover every inch, after which almost all of the dirt on the boot was gone. In its place, the leather glistened with a healthy coating of saliva. He panted from lack of breath, his tongue lolled out and covered in dirt.

	“You did a good job. My boots haven’t gotten a shining like that in a long time.” Angel said. “I’m not even close to done with you yet, though. Get that sniffer of yours ready.” Just as Elliot regained his breath, a pungent stench filled the room.

	Angeldust slid his boots off one at a time, revealing his sockless feet, which were both drenched in sweat. Heat visibly radiated off of them, as did a foul stench not unlike rotten cheese, bad enough to turn anyone’s stomach. Elliot went wide-eyed and whimpered.

	“Ahhh… a long day of work in those big boots makes ‘em nice and smelly. Why don’t you take a whiff?” Angel asked, lowering his eyelids and giving a mischievous grin. He held his feet before Elliot’s face and splayed his toes, several strands of viscous sweat connecting each of them. The intense odor of cheese and footsweat hit him like a brick wall, and he coughed as his eyes welled up with tears. The odor burned his nose and throat as he breathed in, and he coughed.

	“Sheesh, are they that bad?” Angel asked, snickering to himself. He wiped the soles of his feet off on his furred cheeks, leaving damp trails of sweat behind. Elliot shuddered at the sensation.

	“Hey, get sniffing already, will ya?” Angel complained, his voice growing ever impatient. Elliot whimpered and nodded, too fearful to disobey. He leaned forward, his nose twitching an inch away from Angel’s dripping sole. The spider flexed and curled his feet in the wolf’s face and he took in a deep, audible sniff of the stench. It was like moldy cheese left out in the sun, only much muskier and more spicy. Nausea bubbled in his stomach and his cheeks turned green, much to the amusement of his captor.

	“Good boy. Give it a kiss now.” Angel said, smiling. Elliot looked like he was going to be sick. He hesitated to lean in, fighting against his own disgust, until he was prompted again by an impatient Angeldust clearing his throat. He finally pressed his lips against the ball of his foot, covering his face with rancid-smelling footsweat in the process. The second he pulled away from the kiss he retched, a single strand of sweat connecting his lips to Angel’s foot. The spider snickered as he watched Elliot suffer beneath his feet, but after an extended period of nauseated gagging, he became annoyed.
	“Did I say you could stop? Keep it up or we’ll be here for hours! Sheesh…” Angel sighed. He planted the sole of his foot on the demon’s face, producing a wet ‘plap’ noise and filling his nose with an intensifying cheesy stench.

	“Guh…!” He spat, curling his nose and blinking tears out of his eyes. His face twisted in disgust and he squinted as Angel smeared the foot across the front of his snout, leaving behind a smell that reeked of limburger cheese. He got a taste of the demon’s footsweat as his sole slid over his lips, and he gagged hard. He was reminded how much more foul the taste was than the smell; it was one thing to sniff a block of rotting cheese, it’s another entirely to take a bite of it. The heady aroma choked him up and burned his sense of smell, and he began to feel lightheaded.

	Angel snorted to himself in laughter. He smeared the arch of his foot all over the wolf’s nose and mouth, earning a disgusted groan through his sealed lips. Once his face was thoroughly drenched with the pungent, cheesy substance, he spread his toes and crammed Elliot’s defenseless nose into his fuzzy toegap, between his first and second toes. Another wave of tears filled his eyes as he took in the paint-peeling stench from its source. “Deep breaths, darling.” Angel firmly reminded him.

	The demon’s will was broken. He obeyed despite finding the task revolting, taking in a deep whiff from between Angeldust’s toes. His nose was ablaze from the spiciness of his air supply, having been filtered through the smelliest part of the spider’s feet before reaching him. He gave a shudder and let out a trembling exhale, then a series of coughs that were muffled from beneath Angel’s foot.

	“It’s super smelly, ain't it? I can tell by the look on your face! Hahah!” Angel said, happy to tease his victim. He pinched the demon’s nose between his toes and squeezed it as he slid them off, leaving behind a noxiously cheesy reek all around Elliot’s sensitive canine nostrils.

	While the wolf was busy retching on the stench, Angel pulled his feet away from his face to give him some breathing room. Knocking him out before his punishment was finished wasn’t a good use of time. After a few moments of the demon gasping for air, Angel decided he’d had enough to remain awake.

	“Alright, get your mouth open. You’re gonna clean these bad boys off.” Angel said, wiggling and splaying his damp toes above his face. Elliot looked like he was going to be sick, but he squeezed his eyes shut and forced his mouth open.

	“Open wide! Dinner is served~” Angel sang, lowering his big toe into the demon’s maw. The taste was revolting, and evoked a shocked gag from him.

	“Gllk-!” The wolf spluttered, his mouth overflowing with the taste of rotten cheese. Angel worked his toe forwards and backwards atop his tongue, eliciting a drawn out groan as he brushed the taste of spoiled cheese all across his taste buds. A shiver ran up Elliot’s spine, and his cheeks turned a nauseous shade of green as drool dripped down his chin.

	“What’s the matter, hun? Not a fan of the taste?” Angel asked, a smug grin on his face. “Don’t care. Now get sucking.” He ordered, his tone shifting from playful to impatient. Elliot nodded slowly, then wrapped his lips around the toe that was in his mouth. He suckled on it gently, slurping it clean of sweat and accumulating it in his mouth. He struggled with all his might not to gag during the act, but did so anyway. Angel giggled at his reaction and wiggled the toe inside his mouth, which only exacerbated the reaction. When Elliot finally got himself under control, he continued sucking on the digit and lashing it with his tongue inside his mouth, tears running down his cheeks.

	When Angel was satisfied with the service to his first toe, he popped it out of his mouth and shoved the next one in, forcing his captive to clean each of his toes one at a time. By the time he finished all five, he had a pool of footsweat in his mouth big enough that his tongue couldn’t escape. Angel pulled his last toe out of the wolf’s mouth and grinned as he made eye contact with him.

	”Swallow it.” He ordered.

	The demon’s stomach turned at the demand. He looked up at Angel with pleading eyes, unable to speak properly with the foul liquid swirling around his cheeks. The spider stared back, unimpressed.

	“Swallow. It.” He said again, emphasizing the words. The demon winced and tried to choke down the sweat with no small effort. After a few moments of fighting with an overwhelming urge to puke he finally managed to get a small bit down, and it made him shudder as it travelled down his throat in a visible lump. He continued, taking a couple seconds between each laborious gulp. Eventually he had swallowed it all, and he coughed violently between gasps for air.

	“Open your mouth. I want to see it.” Angel said. Elliot obeyed, opening his maw wide to show that there was none left. “There. That wasn’t so hard, now was it? Don’t stop now though, there’s still the whole rest of the foot for you to clean.”

	The demon gave a defeated nod, beginning by running his tongue up the sole of the spider’s foot and gathering a mouthful of cheesy footsweat from it. Angel sighed in pleasure, leaning back on the bed with his hands behind his head. His captive huffed and slurped noisily at his feet, cleaning all the foul-smelling sweat off and gulping it down obediently. It took a good five minutes to finish both feet, at which point he was dizzy and barely clinging to consciousness. Every consecutive whiff of the intense, unescapable stench made him a little more lightheaded.

	“All done? Good. Time to wrap this up.” Angel said, wiggling his spit-shined toes, which were now much less sweaty but still just as cheesy.

	The spider rose from the bed and picked up one of his boots, walking behind the dazed wolf as he slumped forward on the bed. He tilted his head up and slid the boot over his snout, waking the demon from his daze and drawing out tortured dry heaves. He instinctively resisted, trying to shake his head side to side to dislodge the boot to no effect. He gave a few muffled coughs into it, forced to huff the damp and smelly interior that reeked just as bad as Angel’s feet themselves. The buildup of sweat and footstink was nose-burning, and irritated his lungs as though he had rubbed his snout in a melted pile of sun-baked cheese. The spider refused to let up, making sure the boot was securely over his face for the entire process.

	The wolf groaned, his eyes going unfocused as he endured the stench, until he finally succumbed to it and fell limp. Angel let go and allowed him to slump forward onto the bed. Once he was out cold the spider freed him from his handcuffs and left him at the foot of the bed, collapsed forward onto it, boot still slid over his snout. His body twitched and trembled as he was forced to breathe in from the steamy interior of the boot. Even though he was free from his restraints, he would have to wait until he woke up to pull it off.

	“Keep the boot, I can afford another pair. Ta-ta~” Angel said, as he packed up a few of his belongings and headed out. He waved to the sleeping demon as he left, satisfied in the suffering he’d inflicted.
