[b][u][center]Daddy’s Sole Desire
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Gregory sighed as he dismissed the latest visitor to his mansion. The rather petulant little fox hurried out, obviously miffed at the thought of not getting the lemur’s attention, but that was par for the course. Gregory wasn’t feeling much better about it himself. 

As the half-naked young man walked out of the living room, the lemur drew himself to his feet, stretching slowly until his spine popped, then his shoulders, and on through his body until everything was relatively loose and limber again. His robe fluttered around him as he let loose with an almighty shiver, only to settle over his shoulders and the rest of him again just after. The split down the middle showed off the aged gut that he had started building in his early thirties and which had progressed through his forties, and was probably bigger than it should be for his species now that he was approaching his fifties. It was just enough to hang over his underwear, forming a muffin top of a body, and his chest was not the sort of attractive, hard surface that it had been several decades ago, either. 

But that was nothing to the boys that kept answering his ads. They weren’t interested in getting his attention for his body - well, not entirely, anyway. There had been a few chubby chasers that had been very eager to fall to their knees and give his belly all the attention that they could. That had been rather creepy, though, and he’d needed to call his butler to have them removed from the mansion before they started doing something that both of them would have regretted. 

No, no, they were mostly out for the chance at getting a sugar daddy. In this day and age, the flexibility of sexual acceptance among the younger people meant that there was very little shame in getting someone to fuck them and getting paid for it. Not that Gregory was looking for a whore, of course - heaven forfend - but even that wouldn’t have been met with much judgment, these days. 

The lemur sighed, black and white fur shimmering from the intense grooming that he had ordered that morning. As he walked across the living room, stroking the carpet with each step he took and enjoying the feeling of the shampooed strands under his toes, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was someone that would arrive having paid attention to the ad. So far, none had, and it annoyed him, particularly considering that it was so simple. 

[i]Wanted: a young man in possession of a dick, a decent head on their shoulders, and a fine pair of soles. Examination required upon application.[/i]

With that, it should have cut out all the hoofers that had come, as well as those that walked on their tiptoes rather than being flat-soled. There had even been a couple of females that had come knocking, only to sneer slightly as soon as they saw him. He had shut the door on their faces, not bothering to let them in after that sort of reaction. Even if they had been men in disguise, he wasn’t going to deal with that agism. 

Gregory sighed as he made his way to the grandfather clock at the far end of the living room, leaning against the wall beside it as he watched the pendulum tick away. One more minute until noon and the next gonging. He decided to wait, watching the pendulum and looking at the mirror behind it. 

The older lemur knew that he wasn’t precisely a prize. He hadn’t been for at least five years, not since his gut had overtaken his underwear to this level of muffin-top, but that didn’t mean that he looked bad. He had managed to maintain his proper coloration, even though some of that required a bit of fur dye, and he had an erection that would not quit when he got in the mood. He was experienced, knew how to be a good lover, and he would do everything that he could to ensure that the person that he eventually picked would be happy under him. 

All he asked was that people read the goddamn ad. 

The grandfather clock gonged, and at the same time, the doorbell rang. He sighed, leaning his forehead against the glass face before the clock. If that was that fox coming back with a comeback, he swore…

The lemur’s tail bristled as he walked down the hallway, his bare feet pulling at the carpets and rugs in annoyance, an unfortunately habit of his that meant that there were regularly bald spots in the floor if his butler and staff weren’t keeping up with him. He ignored it for now, pulling his underwear up slightly in the back as his aged rump tried to slide further down in them. 

He opened the door, and blinked. 

For the first time in all the applications, two of the three boxes were ticked. Someone in possession of a dick, and someone in possession of what seemed to be a fine pair of soles had come to his door. 

More to the point, the young rabbit was completely undressed save for a thong that did barely anything to cover his cock and balls, and probably had slid right up his ass cheeks. White fur with a pair of little black spots on the tips of his ears made him look like some sort of lab bunny, and the red in his cheeks proved that he hadn’t quite the confidence to do this without some embarrassment. 

“Um...you’re, uh, MrSoleSeeker, right?” the rabbit asked. 

“Yes...and you?”

“SolesforSale.”

“Ah, yes. My one-o-clock.”

“One - oh, shit.”

Gregory smiled despite himself. At least this one had a sense of what was proper. And considering that the fox that had just left had been given an hour-plus slot on the basis of being a bit better online than he had been IRL, that meant that there was every reason to move the one o’clock appointment up. The lemur stepped slightly to the side, nodding down the hall.

“Examination room is two doors down, on the right.”

“Really? You sure? I can come back.”

“You probably would be arrested for indecent exposure, young man. Come on.”

The rabbit nodded, blushing worse as he walked in. It was rather nice to see that he had a nice-sized, though not sagging, rump, and it was clearly one that had been shaped well by all the bouncing around that the young man did. It was clearly one that had seen some use, too, considering the way that it swayed back and forth. 

However, he had put the line in his ad about a good pair of soles for a reason, and the rabbit was the first one to deliver. He didn’t see much at first, just the fluff and fuzz of a pair of large rabbit feet, and they were long enough to be more than suitable for the things that he had in mind. He reached down, fondling himself idly as he nodded his approval. 

With his erection already growing in his underwear and a bit of confidence restored, he followed this SolesforSale to the mentioned room. The rabbit entered first, and he followed, shutting the door behind him. The staff had seen a number of candidates already, but he reserved the exam viewing for his own personal pleasure. 

“Now, boy. On one foot.”

“Uh, sure. You’re just interested in -”

“I’m interested in a lot of things, young man,” Gregory said, smiling as the blushing bunny slowly moved to stand on one foot. “But I do need to examine you and make sure that you fit the minimum physical requirements.”

“I-I get that, but, well, guess I’m used to most guys caring more about my ass or my cock.”

“I’m not most guys. I’m far more experienced than them...and I want to make sure that I get what I want.”

The rabbit wobbled slightly until Gregory reached out and took the bunny by the ankle, securing it with a grip at the ankle. He knelt down, running one thumb up and along the underside, feeling the tight muscles that were slowly relaxing as he pushed at the sole. Though covered in fur, the underside was quite soft, and there was a hint of sweat through all that fur, probably built up through the lack of air circulation down to the flesh. 

The lemur leaned in, giving a quick sniff, and nodded his head. 

“A soft musk, not too strong, but a nice scent.”

“You like that?” the rabbit asked, looking surprised. 

“I like a good pair of soles. I don’t want you to stink, of course - one must have some standards - but a small smell is good. Now, spread your toes.”

He examined the spaces between them. Nice and clean, soft and well-tended. Good hygiene was practiced here, which was a very good plus for him. A little sweat, some natural scent was nice for this sort of play, but when it came down to it, a filthy foot was not what the lemur wanted. Not in his mansion, and not against his crotch. 

He stroked his fingers between the toes, then down along the sole, testing sensitivity and ticklishness. SolesforSale shifted slightly here and there, but no more than a little bit. Obviously he felt it, but he didn’t have the ticklish side to him that some of these young men did. No flinching, no pulling back. 

[i]Either he’s dedicated, or he’s not ticklish. That’s fine.[/i]

But was he sensitive enough? Gregory leaned in, giving the sole a slow nuzzle, and then a sneaky little lick. The rabbit, just as he’d hoped, jerked and gasped. 

“Ah, you felt that, did you, boy?”

“Mmmph. I did. What...are you going to do that all the time?”

“No, no. That would get boring.” He chuckled as he stood up, shaking his head. “But your feet will be my playthings. Just like the rest of you, just like the rest of you,” he added, holding out one hand to stop the inevitable question. “But I am looking for a good little boy-toy to enjoy, and that means that I want them to fit my standards. Your feet definitely look like they do.”

“Well, um...I’m glad...do you want me to show off the -”

“Boy.”

He stopped the rabbit in his tracks. The lemur reached down, gently tilting the young man’s head up to face him. The rabbit didn’t fight it. 

“Remember, now, young man. You came to me. If you want to enjoy this little arrangement, remember. I’m the one in charge.”

“Mmmph...yes, sir.”

“That’s yes, daddy.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Now, come with me.”

He led the rabbit back to the living room, and had SolesforSale - apparently, his real name was Harry, he found out - and had the big-soled bunny sit down. As soon as he did, Gregory snapped his fingers. A ferret servant entered the room, bearing with him a platter with two metal ankle bands, and two toe rings. As Harry glanced up at them, as confused as ever, Gregory explained. 

“If you’re going to be my boy-toy, then you’ll need to wear my marks. I do so love what you’re wearing, already, and I think that in a moment, I’ll need to test out your rump for myself, but first, let’s get down to brass tacks. Are you interested, knowing that I’ll be more focused on your feet than the rest of you?”

“Well, I...yeah, I guess,” Harry said. “I mean, I’ve been, well, interested in exploring it. I just thought...well…”

“That you’d have more interest in your ass and your cock?” Gregory asked. 

“Something like that.”

“Dear, dear, you are young, aren’t you?” The lemur chuckled. “Let this be a lesson, an experience for you. If someone asks for something specific, then that will be a focus. And you’ll learn just how focused I can be. But, don’t worry. You’ll get a room here, some rich food, and a stipend of two thousand a week. Does that seem fair?”

“...More than.”

“Then let’s set to outfitting you.”

He took the two ankle bands, each one flopping open into perfect halves. He hummed as he held them to the rabbit’s ankles, rubbing the smooth interior into place, and then giving them the practiced little flick to flip them closed. Harry gasped as they clicked shut, forming a pair of little ceremonial ‘shackles’ along the rabbit’s ankles. Gregory rubbed this thumb across the smooth metal, nodding to himself in approval, before pulling his hands back and going for the toe-rings. 

“They’re...heavy,” Harry said. 

“Yes, they are. They’re meant to train your legs to be stronger. After all, footjobs require strong muscles.”

“Haven’t done one of those before.”

“You’ll learn. Now, legs up, that’s a good lad.”

Harry did as he was told, though it was clear that he struggled to keep his legs up properly. His thighs shook and his calves were worse, leaving his toes bouncing up and down as he kept forcing himself to pull his legs up again. 

Gregory had a hint of pity for him, supporting one foot with his hand as he ringed the big toe. The ceremonial silver rings stood out against the white fur but didn’t outshine it, importantly enough. He smiled, kissing each ringed toe before allowing the rabbit to put his feet down again. Harry panted softly. 

“That was...hard.”

“It’s going to get harder.”

“What - was that a dick joke?”

“Dads have a love of bad ones.”

“Oh, god…”

“Now, come with me, and let’s see if you can use your feet as well as you seem to think you can use your ass…”











[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: An older lemur puts out an ad for a boy-toy, but none of them seem to be listening to the requirements. 

Tags: M/M, M/solo, Age Difference, Foot Lover, Foot Fetish, Lemur, Rabbit, Near-Nudity, Examination, Toe Rings, Prostitution, Semi-Prostitution, Daddy, Gut,