Little Cato shuddered, shakily moaning and breathing through clenched fangs, laying with his legs spread on the couch with Avocato beside him, licking his lips and purring. He ground his foot paw on his bulge sitting across from Little Cato, wearing knee-high stirrups that were roughly the same color as the green trousers he wore, adding to the sexiness of his fluffy feet. The same pair of feet that can punt off the heads of anyone unfortunate enough to get hit with twice the power. The same feet that milked Gary multiple times in one sitting. He was simply that good. And now, it was Little Cato's turn to see for himself, what with some flair to go with it. And it all started with the ex-bounty hunter propping his feet up on Little Cato's lap and spurring the younger Ventrexian to get hard and aroused regardless of being both inconvenienced and nervous at the same time. It was amusing to Avocato to see his adopted son appear so flustered when faced with his dangerous, yet soft feet. Just like with Gary, except that he had a completely different reaction, being that he took immediate interest. For the boy? With how hard he was and how much he was blushing? He was...getting there. But with him rubbing his clothed cock, he'll get down to it in no time. All he needed to do was rub just a little harder. When he did by going in circles on the outline of Little Cato's crotch, he jolted up against him with a gasp, but then took hold of his foot and rutted against it, cursing under his breath and panting heavier. He wanted to feel his soft, warm soles caressing his cock. They both knew as well as the other, and the little guy wanted it with no further teasings even if he got harder from it. The warrior cat purred, his casual smile growing into a knowing smirk, noticing from dragging the upper part of his foot back and forth on his bulge that he was throbbing, meaning he was really hard. "You ready for my feet, son? I can tell you are." "Yeah," Little Cato huffed with a nod, already undoing his pants. Avocato retracted his feet to let him do so, his pulse quickening from the grown feline shimmying down his sweatpants and undies to let his cock spring free from their confines. Looked just like his own, but two-three inches shorter and a centimeter thin, and ultimately versatile all the same. Avocato hummed, purring louder still, as he wrapped his paws around his adopted son's shaft. "Attaboy," He said, sliding his shaft along his right foot and sliding it under the loop of the sock as he began to stroke him off right then and there. He released a long breath, moving his hips against his feet, the sheer smoothness and softness of his feet just barely preventing him from holding them in place and fucking them hard, but he wanted to enjoy the process and let his dad have some fun. And so he let his arms go limp on the couch instead as he laid his head back with his eyes closed, letting himself focus only on the pleasure that shook him with slow, steady pumps. "Ah..." The younger feline let out as he let what little resistance he had slip away and stilled his hips as best as he could, dedicating himself only to taking what his superior dished out. Avocato chuckled, moving his footpaws in a circular motion. "Attaboy..." The tangerinette gasped at this, sucking in a breath and uttering more moans at the pleasure of his father. "This is how you give someone a real footjob." He so demonstrated, spreading his legs a little to wrap his soles completely around the barbed cock. "Just. Like. This." He emphasized with each stroke, drawing a louder moan out of Little Cato. "W-with stirrups, dad?" He asked, cracking one eye open to peep at his partially socked feet in motion. One of them had his cock entrapped beneath one of those little loops, where the underside of his dick rubbed more against the bottom of the foot with his tip nudging the smooth paw pad at the ball of his foot. Just look at how smoothly they rubbed against one another in the motion Avocato was moving. His other foot was helping to keep him sandwiched while stroking, it was unreal. And by how hard he throbbed, he couldn't tell if he'd suddenly orgasm or not, but he'd soon get there if he didn't pick up the pace. Avocato hummed, rubbing his chin with a finger in thought, having eventually pumped his son's cock faster along the way. "Maybe. But you can do what I do just fine without them. And if you do, with your own pair, then pay attention." "Y-yeah," The orangette nodded, already paying attention. Mostly to those fluffy paws, but to what he was doing with them while wearing the socks, as mentioned earlier. "You got one wrapped around my dick...mmh..." "Exactly. And since my soles are smooth and warm, this technique is perfect. Especially for someone with a sensitive cock." Avocato stuck his tongue out. The teen trilled at him out of annoyance. "Uh, n-no, they're not!" He retorted with a whine when Avocato stopped for a moment to switch tactics and slide his other foot down his shaft and get the loop of his stirrups around it with the top of the right foot cupping the shaft until he started moving again. "They're- nnh- not..." Avocato rose an eyebrow. "You sure?" "Yes! Y-yes!" Little Cato groaned, grabbing the couch cushion with his claws digging into the fabric and making little holes in the process. His answer was either out of bravado or he was still overwhelmed by his feet moving faster, as soft as they are. To that, Avocato laughed, working his feet faster while the feline was still sputtering nonsense. "Then why are you moaning so loud? And why is your cock throbbing so much? My paws don't feel that good, you know." He struggled to come up with a response as he started fucking his father's feet again like before. "I don't...I don't know, dad, but..." He trailed off to groan before starting again, but still failing to come up with a coherent response. "But what, son?" The teal Ventrexian's tone was soft but interrogative as he began to slow down and rub the padded part of his foot against the tip of Little Cato's cock with them strapped together, thanks to one of his stirrups. "That it just feels good, or..." He squeezed his shaft with additional force while stimulating his sensitive glans, picking up speed after a small while of waiting for the kid to respond. "I dunno, you are that sensitive?" "S-screw you! And your teasing!" He managed to remark out of bravado, as Avocato predicted. He wasn't even angry or annoyed at the fact that his cock was reactive to feet but that he was embarrassed, yet filled with bliss all the same at the feel of them pumping him to completion. Of course, this didn't stop him from fucking his feet, matching his father's pace, as he didn't let it be known to the man that he was close. close after merely five minutes. And he did everything he could to last longer, but ultimately, it was no use. Avocato's paws were too powerful and felt too heavenly to resist every since he propped them up on his lap. The stirrups added to the sexieness and were used to make sure he felt every inch of his soles until the very end. Said Ventrexian laughed, going even faster than Little Cato can go himself. "Screw me? Heh, when I allow you to. Hehehe..." He felt his penis throb more and he grinned, baring his gleaming white fangs. "Now hurry up and cum!" "Ugh..fuck...fuck...fuck...!" Little Cato panted, only having a few more strokes left to do so before he just let go. "fu-ghh! Ahhh!" He moaned repeatedly, cumming as his father ordered. His spunk shooting into the air and coming down on the teal Ventrexian's stirruped feet, hitting on his soles, outstretched toes, and everything. Even the tops of his feet with Little Cato still going, thrusting in between his still feet and milking himself silly. "Ohhhh, God, yeah!" He hummed after that, taking a moment to endorse himself in the afterglow when he was emptied out before immediately pulling out and getting on his knees on the couch, taking the dirtied paws and cleaning them. "Seems you already know what to do," Avocato purred, watching with satisfaction on his face, his son sucking on his soaked toes and flitting his tongue in between them. He sucked greedily and swirled his tongue around, the rough spines serving to stimulate and bring a ticklish sensation to the digits, causing a few chuckles to slip out of Avocato's partially open maw. He sucked and licked each and every last toe until all eight were cleaned before moving on to drag his tongue across both the balls of his feet and the pawpads as well. He traced their shape when going back and forth, eventually moving on to the next best part. His sweet, soft soles. As the teen carried on with his task to clean his feet, the older Ventrexian kicked back and relaxed, letting his entertainment be the teen worshipping his deadly, but sexy footpaws. Just like Gary.