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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tIt had been weeks of work, but Znuckles was determined to complete this... odd training. At first he'd been utterly confused, but never once questioned the methods. Slowly, every session he took in more and more of his father's foot while crawling towards the Master Emerald. He never noticed the way Zocke would slowly scoot further back with each success, or the way his own cock hardened and stiffened while he swallowed the red and tan appendage. But then, once he got to the halfway point, swallowing up to the arch, he knew there was more to this than just simple humility or such. The arousal between his legs was so... strong... the taste of warm flesh and the stretch in his mouth had at first been painful, but now there was pleasure as well. Even as he sputtered and gagged, sweat beading in his fur, he pushed forward. His eyes scrunched shut, he kept his tongue dangling past his lips to lick beyond what his lips could reach, the sounds of his meek throat echoing in the chamber. When his nose bumped against Zocke's ankle, having swallowed clear up to the heel, his body had reacted with a jolt of ecstasy unlike anything he'd experienced in his teenage years. The taste, the stretch, the lewdness of his own breathing and throbbing cock, it had become too much! He wasn't even aware that his hand had landed on the emerald, the burst of arousal forcing him to pull back a couple inches while he came the hardest he ever had. It gushed from his cock like water from a hydrant, nearly splashing on the great gem. He could barely hear his father's moans amidst his own choked screams of arousal, instinctively trying to get the rest of it back in his mouth. Despite his efforts, it was the first time he'd deepthroated Zocke's toes, and he couldn't handle it for long. He fell to the ground, panting like he'd done after his first ever marathon run. But the warmth of Zocke's embrace alleviated any fears of failure. "Congratulations, son. All your effort has come to fruition. Now you've completed the task our fathers were tasked with by their own fathers and such forth. I hope you enjoyed it~" the low, teasing murmur was clear that the idea of finding it arousing had been intentional, and he blushed at the implication. "So... you did this with grandfather?" Znuckles managed to say after he got back to his feet. He did need to get his bodysuit back on... Zocke only smirked, wiggling his soaked toes. "Still do, actually. You'll find that now not much else will make you cum as hard as that. Emerald or no emerald. So you can look forward to more sessions. But for now, you did enough. I'll clean your mess." Shellshocked at the offer and implication, Znuckles could only fidget in place while Zocke stalked off to get a towel. More sessions... That... sounded nice... Though as the thought of seeing his father having his lips wrapped around Sabre's foot got into his head, he had to wonder if he could wait to have another. His cock was already getting hard...\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
Who says that Emerald Guards don't know how to have fun? Zocke does, and apparently he's just the latest in a long line of kinky dads that train their sons to get hard by sucking their feet. And now Znuckles officially is hooked.
The drawing was done by the very flexible and skilled \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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