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WARNING: The following story has a young character taking part in foot fetish activities. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please read no further.

Ootsie’s Footsie Job

It was a beautiful, warm, slightly breezy Saturday morning in Lake Hoohaw. Inside an elegant pink and yellow mansion shaped like a wedding cake, ten-year-old Ootsie Snootie and his twin sister Bootsie were in the recreational room racing each other with remote-controlled slot cars on a twisty track. They were neck and neck for the majority of the race. Ootsie was wearing a navy t-shirt with white pinstripes on the sleeves, slender blue jeans, and black sneakers, while Bootsie was wearing a beige t-shirt with red and blue bars across the chest, aqua sweatpants, and blue and yellow sneakers.

“I don’t know about you, Ootsie, but it seems like my Trackthrasher 2300 is slightly faster than yours,” said Bootsie.

“Actually, Bootsie,” replied Ootsie, “I seem to think I’m controlling the twice-as-good Trackthrasher 4600.”

Bootsie giggled. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, the 4600 was one of our birthday presents from last year before Daddy took us on that luxury ski trip to the Pyrenées. And it could sure use quite an upgrade.”

“Are you saying I get these slot cars mixed up?” asked Ootsie.

“Not necessarily, so far this has been a close race,” said Bootsie as she pushed a button on her remote control. Her slot car zoomed down the straightaway, now far ahead of her brother’s car. Ootsie was surprised.

“What was that sudden speed boost?” he asked.

“Nitrous oxide,” replied Bootsie with a wink. “Haven’t you used that feature before?”

“I wasn’t aware of it,” said Ootsie.

“Better use it before it’s too late, only eight laps to go!” said Bootsie as her slot car went over a bridge and around a banked turn. “I’m using the 6900. I lied.”

“I’m gonna win!”

“Oh yeah? Let’s settle this like poodles.”

Ootsie and Bootsie continued racing their slot cars to the very last lap around the track. At the final stretch, Bootsie’s car was slightly ahead of Ootsie’s, so it crossed the finish line first. The twins put down their remotes and high-fived each other.

“Neck and neck for sure!” said Bootsie. “Say, wanna try me at pachinko?”

“Oh, please,” said Ootsie with a haughty laugh. “I can’t even recall how many times you’ve won a pachinko match against me, let alone anybody for that matter.”

Bootsie sighed and patted her short pink hair on top of her head. “Fine with me, Ootsie. How about we go see what those little otters are up to on their side of the lake?”

“Oh Bootsie, NOW you’re talking!” cried Ootsie with delight.

“Let’s drive our jet skis too!” said the twins in unison as they got into the elevator. They rode it down to the second floor and then went down the stairs to the first floor. As soon as they walked through the family room, a commercial on TV grabbed Ootsie’s attention.

“Be a true player with this mint-condition Roland Juno-106 analog synthesizer from 1984!” said the commercial’s voiceover as the TV screen displayed a vintage keyboard synthesizer. “Get it as soon as possible at Notes ‘N’ Tunes Music, the Hoohaw Valley’s number one retailer for all of your favorite musical instruments! Listed at a total price of $2,400!”

Ootsie’s eyes lit up. “Look at this rare keyboard, Bootsie!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t know they had one in stock!”

“Must have been straight from the original owner,” said Bootsie. “Are you looking to buy it?”

“You know I’d never say no to such a glorious sounding instrument like that,” said Ootsie, “but I don’t have enough money!”

“Can you find a cheaper one on the internet?” asked Bootsie.

“No Bootsie, I’d much rather put it towards this immaculate copy. I’ll ask Father.” Ootsie went into the large sitting room and saw his dad Edouard pacing around the room, engaged in a business call on his Muttorola BoneTAC cell phone. He sat down in an armchair and waited for his dad to hang up. Edouard was wearing a gray long-sleeve button-down shirt, designer jeans, brown loafers, green glasses, and a cream-colored bow tie.

“No question about that,” said Edouard on the phone. “A truly capital idea, I think so. Have an amazingly rich day! Ta-ta!” He hung up and then noticed his son. “Hey there Ootsie, what can I do for ya, buddy?”

“Well, Father,” said Ootsie. “May I please have an advance on my allowance?”

“What is it you’re looking to purchase?” asked Edouard.

“This perfect Roland Juno-106 keyboard! I listened to a demo of it not too long ago and loved the different sounds it makes. It’s over two thousand dollars though.”

“May I be honest with you?”

Ootsie nodded yes.

“You’ve gotta work for it,” said Edouard.

“But I don’t have a job yet, Daddy,” said Ootsie. “And you almost always buy extravagant toys, games, and gadgets for me and Bootsie.” He then clasped his hands together. “Pleeeeeeaaase?”

“Tell you what, Ootsie,” said Edouard as he put his hand on Ootsie’s shoulder. “I’ve got a lot of errands to run around the vicinity. If you come along with me on a nice father and son outing and help out, I’ll raise your allowance so you can buy that keyboard you’ve always wanted. Deal?”

Ootsie thought for a couple seconds. “Deal!” he said as he hugged his father.

Edouard grabbed his car keys and his wallet from a small table. “Let’s hit the road, shall we? You have your phone with you?”

“Got it,” said Ootsie. As the two of them were about to head out the front door, Bootsie called out to them.

“If you guys need anything, drop me a line,” she said.

“Trust me Bootsie, we will,” said Edouard. “Bye now.”

The purple poodle boy and his dad got into a black luxury sedan with camel-colored leather interior and drove to the opposite side of the lake to run their first errand, which was to unload several crates of babbleberry turnovers and German spice cookies at Ernest Otter’s general store boat. Ernest was there of course, along with his wife Opal and their kids, Peanut, Jelly, and their baby sister Butter.

“Good morning, Mr. Snootie,” said Ernest. “Quite the perfect day for Opal’s bake sale, isn’t it?”

“I can tell you one thing, Mr. Otter, these cookies and turnovers were an instant hit,” replied Edouard as he popped open the trunk of his car. “Georgina baked them before she went out of town on a business trip for the weekend.”

“Hey Ootsie!” said Peanut and Jelly.

“Well, hi-dee-hi there, ahem, otters,” said Ootsie with a hint of poshness. “Too bad none of us can eat all the exquisite goodies reserved for your mom’s bake sale.”

“It’s not such a big deal,” said Jelly, who was holding her baby sister. “At least Flick isn’t here to steal a cookie when no one’s looking.”

“Where’s Bootsie?” asked Peanut.

“Oh, she’s keeping house while Mother’s away for business,” said Ootsie. He took out a cardboard box of cookies from the car and placed it on the boat.

“I would’ve thought she wanted to join you,” said Jelly. “You two are twins after all.”

“Today just turned out to be one of those highly rare instances. She and I were originally going to drive our jet skis over here and hang out with you guys, but then Father promised me a hefty reward if I helped him out on his errands.” Ootsie then looked at Baby Butter and decided to talk with her a little.

“Lovely day it is, huh Baby Butter?” he cooed as he tickled Butter’s cheek, making her giggle. “You’re just as wuvwy too! Maybe even wuvwier! Yes you are!”

After unloading the rest of the boxes and bidding the Otter family goodbye, Ootsie and Edouard got back in the car and drove to Home Depot to pick up some paint for one of the rooms in the mansion basement, along with some tulips that Ootsie picked out himself from the Garden Center for his mom Georgina. Then they went to the mall to do some shopping and ate lunch in the food court. Lastly, they went to the supermarket to stock up on necessities. Ootsie took a separate shopping cart and volunteered to get some of the groceries to save his dad some time. At one point, his cell phone rang, and it turned out to be his twin sister calling him.

“Hey Bootsie,” said Ootsie as he answered the phone.

“I almost forgot to tell you, we’re all out of ice cream,” said Bootsie.

Ootsie perused all the different types of ice cream in the frozen goods section. “What do you think, should I get two flavors?”

“Let’s do Graeter’s black raspberry chip and McConnell’s mint chip.”

“Gotcha. Anything else?”

“Nope, that’ll do.”

Ootsie put two pints of the aforementioned flavors into the cart and subsequently met up with Edouard to head to the checkout lane. The two of them loaded the groceries into the trunk and the back seat, and Ootsie dropped both shopping carts off at the cart corral. After they returned to the mansion, unpacked the car, and put everything away, Edouard patted his son’s shoulder and said, “Super duper proud of you, Ootsie.”

“My utmost pleasure, Daddy,” said Ootsie. “I guess my allowance has been raised now.”

“Uh-uh-uh,” said Edouard, smiling and waving a finger. “I have one more chore left for you to do. Follow me to the basement.”

Ootsie and Edouard walked downstairs to the mansion’s finished basement, where the latter sat down in a green velour recliner. “Grab two pops as well,” he said. “One for me and one for yourself.”

“Gladly,” said Ootsie. He went to the mini-fridge, got two ice cold cans of soda, and handed one to Edouard.

“Now bring that beanbag chair over and sit in front of me.”

Ootsie did what he was told, then looked at his father. “So what is it?”

“It’s quite obvious that we’ve been on our feet for most of the day,” said Edouard. “I could sure use a soothing massage. Would you mind taking my shoes off for me?”

Ootsie blushed a little and nodded yes. He slowly took his dad’s loafers off, revealing his stuffy cotton socks. The smell of fine leather lingered for a bit, but it was the sweaty smell from the socks that really stood out. Ootsie started by kneading the soles of Edouard’s socked feet with his thumbs.

“Mmmm,” uttered Edouard.

“Is this working for you, Father?” asked Ootsie.

“It sure is, rub some more on the balls and toes too.”

Ootsie continued to rub his hands all over the socked feet and took extra care rubbing the balls and toes, even running a finger along the top edge of the socks where the toes were, feeling the bumps. After about a minute, Edouard had another idea.

“That was just with my socks on,” he said. “Take my socks off.”

Ootsie’s heart raced with excitement as he peeled his dad’s socks off, revealing a colossal pair of bare purple human feet with five plump toes on each foot and neat, tidy, and trimmed toenails. The toes were aligned neatly in the Egyptian style, the arches were nicely curved, and the balls were fleshy. Ootsie didn’t notice, but something was starting to rise up in his jeans.

“What’s wrong, Ootsie?” asked Edouard as he wiggled his toes. “Never seen your dad’s feet before?”

“A few times, from a distance,” said Ootsie as he started to touch those large feet, “but not up close like this. I never knew you’d have feet so aesthetically pleasing to the eye and with skin so silky to the touch.”

“I assume it comes naturally for us poodles,” said Edouard. “Wanna smell the sophisticated aroma that comes from these big feet of mine?”

“Are you reading my cranium right now?” asked Ootsie.

Edouard chuckled. “I don’t know, am I?”

Ootsie raised his eyebrows and dipped his nose into Edouard’s feet, taking a deep sniff of the balls and toes and moaning a little.

“Well-groomed with the rich stink of a hard-working gentleman,” he said.

“What a compliment, my sweet son,” said Edouard as he laid back.

A few minutes went by as Ootsie kept massaging the smooth skin of those large feet, and he would occasionally kiss the soles and toes with his lips. Edouard wiggled his toes, enjoying the feeling as he opened his soda and took a sip.

“Hmmm, shouldn’t you be barefoot as well?” he asked his son.

The poodle boy thought for a second as he too took a sip of his soda. “You mean…you want to see my feet too? I didn’t know you were that into…”

“Oh, I’ve seen your feet numerous times when you’ve worn your pajamas or your swim trunks,” said Edouard. “I sometimes even take a peek at your feet and Bootsie’s feet while the two of you are asleep. But those aren’t the only reasons to air out your tootsies.”

“Perhaps you’re right, Father.” Ootsie took his shoes and socks off, revealing a pair of young, bare human feet quite large for his age. They were also purple with equally plump Egyptian toes, curved arches, and meaty balls. A stronger smell of worn-out, sweaty socks permeated their corner of the basement. Ootsie brought a foot up to his nose and took a couple of sniffs.

“Pee yoo!” he said playfully, giggling. “My feet are outstandingly stinky. And I mean stinky with a capital S!”

Edouard sniffed those feet as well. “Holy mackerel, they really are stinkier than mine!”

“And men’s size ten and a half, too,” said Ootsie.

“I suppose it’s only fair that I touch your gorgeous soles too?” asked Edouard.

“Have at it,” said Ootsie as he wiggled all ten of his toes.

Edouard went straight to work, giving his son’s feet a proper massage with his hands. The soles, toes, and tops were as soft as creamy butter on an English muffin. He dug his finger between each toe, clearing out some sock lint and causing Ootsie to giggle, before rubbing his tender round heels.

“Hey Ootsie?” said Edouard.

“What is it, Father?” asked Ootsie.

“Wanna know how a pig bites corn?”

Ootsie narrowed one eye and smirked. “Try me.”

With that, the poodle daddy cupped his hands and suddenly began vigorously tickling the big purple soles. Ootsie burst into hysterical laughter and found himself tipping over the back of his beanbag chair as Edouard snorted like a pig and giggled. As Ootsie sat back up to catch his breath, Edouard noticed a big tent in the crotch area of those slender jeans.

“How does it feel playing with your own father’s feet?” he asked.

“It feels splendid,” said Ootsie.

“Hmmm, what else? I think you have more to your answer.”

“What are you trying to say, Daddy?”

“What I’m trying to say is,” said Edouard as he adjusted his glasses, “you have a special finger that you haven’t yet used.”

“A special finger?” wondered Ootsie as he looked at his hands. “I used all ten of my fingers, including my thumbs.”

“Not that kind of finger.” Edouard bent over and stroked Ootsie’s jeans in the crotch area with his right foot. The sudden feeling caused Ootsie to gasp. “It’s not a finger to be honest, inside this teepee is your pee pee. Hey, what do ya know, that rhymed!”

Ootsie laughed. “You are quite the frivolous bourgeois gentleman.”

“I’m about to be even more playful, silly boy,” said Edouard with a smirk. “All these clothes seem to be feeling cramped on your nice, young, slender body.”

“So…you want me to…?”

“If they’re cramping you, why don’t you go ahead and disrobe?”

“Well, if you insist.” Ootsie started by taking his t-shirt off, showing his bare chest, nipples, and belly button. He then undid his belt and jeans, slid them off, and finally took his tighty whities off. Once he was fully naked, he folded his clothes with the precision of a posh poodle. He sat back down on the beanbag chair, showing his fully erect purple circumcised penis.

“My goodness!” exclaimed Edouard. “I finally get to see your penis in all its glory.”

“All hard for your attractive feet,” said Ootsie as his penis twitched and his tail started wagging.

“I can most definitely see that, buddy. Can I help in any way?”

“How about I let my penis tell you?” asked Ootsie as he scooted closer. His penis made contact with Edouard’s sweaty soles and started moving up and down as he slowly moved his hips back and forth and moaned in pleasure.

“Mmmmm, this feels even better than when you kneaded my feet with your hands,” said Edouard.

“Oh, you know it, this is heaven for me!” said Ootsie as he kept slowly humping the soles. After a minute, he rubbed his penis on the tops and the smooth toenails the same way, then did the same for the undersides of the toes, leaking his clear poodle pre in the process. It was an absolute relief that someone finally let Ootsie touch their feet in this manner, especially a mature, polished gentleman like his father.

“Oh, Daddy!” said Ootsie in a singsong voice. “My special finger, as you call my pee pee, is capable of concocting an extra special kind of foot lotion.”

“Oooh, I can’t wait to see what it looks like and how it feels,” said Edouard with a giggle. “How about I tease your pee pee to make it cum?”

To keep himself clean, Ootsie’s father then unfastened his bow tie, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, and removed his glasses. He immediately sandwiched both his soles on either side of Ootsie’s erect penis and moved them carefully up and down the shaft, sometimes curling his toes to tickle the tip. Ootsie started to pant more heavily as his tail wagged harder and his erection twitched, and he felt Edouard’s sweaty, well-built chest and nipples with his hands. No more than three minutes later, with a loud moan, Ootsie let go, squirting out a luscious load of white semen onto his daddy’s bare feet and toes.

“Goodness gracious, Ootsie,” said Edouard as he took another sip of his soda. “I’ve never seen you put out this stuff before, let alone this much semen from a boy your age.”

“Like you said, it’s a poodle thing,” said Ootsie once he caught his breath. “Other species wouldn’t fully comprehend it.” He then saw that Edouard had a bump in his jeans, just like what happened earlier. He took a napkin from the coffee table and wiped up every trace of semen from his dad’s big feet.

“Lookie here,” said Edouard, pointing to his crotch. “My pee pee wants to touch your smooth young feet too.”

“You have a foot fetish as well?” wondered Ootsie. “Is that why you like to look at my feet and Bootsie’s feet?”

“I sure do have a foot fetish,” said Edouard. “Wanna see your daddy in the buff?”

“Oh, please do it, please do it!” begged Ootsie excitedly as his tail wagged once again.

“Pardon me.” Edouard unbuckled his brown belt and pulled it out of the belt loops, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and pulled them off, revealing a small pair of yellow tighty whities that really showed his big bulge.

“And I always thought you wore boxers like most men your age do,” said Ootsie.

“Not this poodle,” said Edouard. “These tight undies make a grown man really sexy. Wanna feel them?”

Ootsie nodded yes and had a feel of the soft cotton fabric of his dad’s underwear with his hand, feeling the bulge. He then put both of his thumbs in the waistband, looking at Edouard and raising his eyebrows.

“Go for it,” said Edouard with a nod and a smile.

Ootsie promptly lowered the undies down to the pale blue puffs on his father’s ankles. Edouard stood up and kicked them off completely with one foot, then posed before his son showing his slender naked body, his rock hard, purple, adult-sized circumcised penis, and his plump testicles. He also took a second to turn around and show his son his nicely rounded bottom while wagging his tail.

“Daddy au naturale,” he said seductively.

“Mercy me, what a body!” said Ootsie as he licked his lips.

“I guess now you’ll do the honors, Ootsie,” said Edouard as he sat back in the recliner.

“And what would that be, Father?”

“Take a guess.”

Ootsie snapped his fingers. “Aha! Now I remember!” He put his legs up and started caressing his dad’s larger penis with his silky smooth, marshmallow soft soles like a good boy. Edouard immediately started shivering with pleasure and twitched his hips at times, making Ootsie laugh.

“That tickles!” he said as he wiggled all ten of his plump poodle toes. Thinking of another way to pleasure the poodle daddy, he slid his soles back and forth along the tip of the penis as Edouard started to leak his pre.

“You know, son,” said Edouard as he started to pant a little, “before today, I never realized you knew how to be lewd with your bare feet.”

“I’ve been doing extensive research too,” said Ootsie.

“A footjob prodigy, I take it. And I absolutely love what a cute, intelligent, and mature boy you are.”

“Thank you, Father,” said Ootsie, grinning. “Tell me more.”

“And one of my favorite things about being a poodle,” said Edouard, “is the fact that we have puffs on our wrists and ankles. They make our hands and feet stand out, and of course you’re a prime example with your vivid blue puffs and your big, young, and meaty hands and tootsies.”

“Now that I think about those characteristics, how about I do this for you?” asked Ootsie. He proceeded to show his daddy his oh-so-pretty hands and feet, including the smooth, plain, trimmed nails on his fingers and toes.

“Oh, Ootsie!” cried Edouard. “Such a tease!”

Ootsie continued showing off, wiggling his toes and giggling in the process.

“Wow, you’re making my penis even harder!” said Edouard with a bark as his penis twitched again. “Makes me think that Bootsie’s hands and feet are just as big and masculine too!”

Ootsie started to move his soles faster and faster on the penis as Edouard’s breathing became more and more tense. Soon enough, the latter was ready to have his orgasm.

“You know what to expect,” he told his son.

“Ready to blast your warm poodle semen on my big soles?” asked Ootsie teasingly as he kept his soles still for Edouard to hump slowly.

“Oooooh, I can’t, I can’t hold it any longer! I’m about to, oh boy!”

Ootsie smirked. “I want you to blow a nice, thick, creamy load all over my stinky feet! Do it, Father! Give me that load! I want it so badly!”

“YES! YES! OH, OOTSIE! HERE IT COOOOOOMES!!!” yelled Edouard as he shot out gush after gush of his warm, milky semen, coating Ootsie’s soles and toes. Some of it also landed on his legs, oozing down towards his ankle puffs. When Edouard’s orgasm was finished, he and Ootsie collapsed back in their chairs, laughing away.

“What a session that was!” said Ootsie as he rested his legs and wiped the generous load of semen off of his feet with a separate napkin.

“You said it, Ootsie,” chuckled Edouard. “This calls for a significant raise in your allowance!”

“YAY!!” cheered Ootsie as he hugged his father. “You’re the best daddy EVER!”

“And you’re the absolute best son in the universe,” replied Edouard as he stroked Ootsie’s blue pompadour hair and kissed him on the lips. “Daddy loves you.”

For the next ten minutes, Ootsie and Edouard cuddled each other, feeling the warmth and comfort of their naked bodies and having created a bond like never before.

“Ootsie?” called Bootsie from upstairs. “Ootsie, where are you?”

“Oh gosh, we’d better get decent,” whispered Edouard. “Let’s grab our clothes and get dressed in the bathroom.”

“What about the napkins of semen?” asked Ootsie.

“Keep those in a safe place, they’re your trusty souvenirs.”

And so the poodle boy and his dad went into the bathroom, locked the door, and admired their bodies and feet one last time before putting their clothes back on and resuming their day.

The End