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The Results of the Sole Pandemic

For Andrew23

By Draconicon

The police locker room was as loud as it always was at the shift change, and Shaun chuckled as he watched some of the other males getting off-duty changing and bantering with each other. German Shepherds, rhinos, and more were slowly making their way from the lockers themselves to the showers, stripped almost completely naked for the clean-up, and laughing about the events of the day.

Almost completely being the operative word. Most of them still wore their boots, rubber and thick, and most of those were shaped more or less to their feet. The new attire had come down scarcely more than a year ago due to someone that caught the Kink Virus early, and it had spread like wildfire as more and more of the victims embraced a communal kink.

Shaun was one of the only members of the department to have his off, as a matter of fact. The Doberman stretched one leg out, curling his toes, feeling the slight slime of sweat and oil between the digits before he pulled his leg back. His civvies, simple jeans and a tight white shirt, were completed with a pair of sandals that had footprints all but embedded in the leather bottom, smeared in from long-term wear.

"Hey, Shaun!" one of the rhinos called. "Going home already?"

"Gotta pick up my dad first," the Doberman called back.

"Heh, night in with the old man?"

"Heh, maybe. We'll see if he's got a hot date of his own."

The crowd laughed. The other officers already knew what was going to happen when he got back. Knowing what some of the older officers got up to with their own sons, everybody just...went with it. The only way to get through it all was to have no judgment on anyone. Anything less would leave everyone judged.

He got to his feet, taking a moment to look around the locker room at the other near-barefoot or booted cops. Some of them were leaning back against the walls while other officers ground their rubber-socked feet into their cocks, while others were kneeling in front of those going home and slowly peeling their boots off in ritual fashion. Smelling, licking, worshiping: all that and more happened right before his eyes.

A few years ago that would have been impossible. These days, I can't even imagine it not being there.

Shaking his head, the twenty-six-year-old Doberman walked out of the locker room and down the hall to the garage. As soon as he started the car, he could feel the soft rumble through the floor rising up his legs, and he chuckled as he imagined how he wouldn't have even noticed that before the pandemic. What a time, what a change.

Shaun turned on the radio. As he backed up, the news kicked in.

"- the eighth anniversary of the Kink Pandemic, we like to take a look back and remember what life used to be like. And remember, everyone, some individuals still look back at the past with rosy glasses, so even though most of us have made an adjustment to living the way that we do now, it's important to remember that there are those that still prefer the way that things used to be."

"Bunch of repressed old men, you mean," Shaun muttered as he left the garage and turned right. "All of 'em pretending that it was better back then, when we had to hide everything."

The Kink Pandemic had come out of nowhere, and it had brought huge changes in its wake. When the first few outbreaks of pleasure and communal fetishes hit the news, most people believed it nothing more than the perverts coming out in the open and needing to be taught a lesson. Hell, he remembered some of the cops in the academy, recent graduates, talking about how they were going to teach those 'deviants' a lesson and lock them up until they learned how to behave in a proper society.

That changed almost immediately when the cops joined in the orgies in the street, and SWAT did the same when they were sent to the scene. Other law enforcement, sent in with hazmat suits, managed to last perhaps twenty-four hours before the virus managed to seize hold of them, as well, and from there...

Well, it spread. And it spread fast.

It took less than a year for the virus to hit everyone around the globe despite the shelter-in-place orders that came down from on high. Shaun remembered how it had felt when he got it. Probably from a letter or something, he imagined; some of the later-infected had taken to spreading it around further, grinding on letters or infecting other objects that they would pass around to the uninfected. Sweat, spit, anything that carried even a hint of the infected person's fluids could carry the virus, and it stayed viable on said object for days.

Whatever had hit him with it, he'd had the same signs as everyone else: hyper-sensitivity to touch (particularly in the feet and genitals), a focus on nudity, a general shift from a previously 'straight' sexuality to being open to just about anyone, and an extreme shift to his sense of smell, focusing on the sexual scents over everything else. That first night when his dad had come home from the construction yard and he'd gotten a whiff of that stink on him, and the musk coming off his feet and boots...

Just the memory was enough to have the Doberman pitching a tent in his shorts, and he grinned as he groped himself to the thought. Man, how things had changed. He'd probably infected his dad that night as he snuck in to lick those big, meaty soles clean, and by the time that he started sucking his old man off, he'd probably been infected for at least ten minutes.

They'd fucked right then and there. The Kink Pandemic had started with a focus on feet, but there were so many little shifts that had happened to them and their sex drive since that society had completely evolved around it. They had to: with family members fucking, the need to cum regularly on the job, and everybody having an extreme awareness of scent and libido, it was impossible for society to continue the way that it used to. Judgment on personal kinks had to go, otherwise nobody would be safe.

And considering that he and his dad had been fucking ever since, it was quite the shift for them, too. He chuckled, groping his cock at the stop light as he remembered how much the older Doberman enjoyed sucking him off, and how much they had rolled around in bed. They changed positions constantly, and who would be on top on a given night changed depending on how their days had gone.

How can anyone think it used to be better than this?

The light changed, and Shaun had to drive on.

He reached the construction site not long after that, and he parked the car just past the chain link fence. A glance past the fence itself showed that the majority of the construction workers were already signing off for the day, with the experienced ones hazing the newcomers. The Doberman chuckled as he leaned back in his seat, slowly fishing his cock out to watch the show.

A raccoon was pinned to the ground beneath the newly-bared feet of the other, older construction workers. Rhinos and other big species dominated the crowd, smothering the raccoon under big, thick soles. They pushed down, all but grinding him into the dust from time to time, before pulling their feet back and letting him get a breath.

Of course, the new guy didn't complain. Even from a distance, he could see the panting smiles on the raccoon's face, and more, the boner in his pants. One of the older guys reached down with a pair of more dexterous toes, pulling the raccoon's zipper down and letting his dick out. A little press of his sole, and the smaller male moaned.

It was part of the whole exchange, he knew. Yeah, there was some hazing going on with that, but it was more than just teasing and putting someone in his place. The older guys were looking out for the pent-up younger guys, milking them, grinding all that distracting cum right out of their balls before they got to work with dangerous tools. Better to make sure that they were all drained and ready rather than getting distracted with thoughts of cumming their fucking brains out.

He watched for a few minutes, waiting to see if they'd finish quickly, but it was clear that most of the guys were pretty wound up, as well. Some of the bigger men were fishing their cocks out too, and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

HONK!

A quick tap of the horn got the attention of the group, and one of the older men in it chuckled. His dad slapped the backs of his coworkers before absenting himself and taking his leave, tossing his coat over his shoulder and jogging off the lot.

Heh, you'd never guess he was in his sixties...

His dad, Mason, was one of the stronger dogs that Shaun had seen. Standing slightly taller than him, his dad had the slight muscle-gut that some of the other men had - probably from the times that he'd spent down at the bar before the Pandemic hit - and had never entirely managed to lose it again despite all the exercise that he got on the job. Didn't take away from his attractiveness, though. At least, not for Shaun.

The older dog slipped into the passenger seat, shucking off his work boots and putting his big feet on the dashboard. The soles left a wet print on the glass as he stretched out his legs, and his dad's gray-tinted muzzle turned up in a smile.

"Heh, couldn't let me show the new guy where he belonged, huh?"

"Hey, I'm off-shift, and I want to get home. You can get your fun later."

"Ain't no later with the new guys. You get 'em when they come in, or you don't get 'em at all."

"Says the man that's got a young guy at home just waiting to play with those feet of yours."

"I get you all the time, son. I like a little variety."

"So do I, but you don't see me making you wait when the higher-ups at the department want some service, do you?"

"Heh. Not anymore."

"Hey, that only happened once," Shaun said with a laugh, backing up with a shake of his head. "And that was for a promotion."

"Uh-huh. Yeah, well, when you want to throw stones, make sure you're not living in a glass house, first."

Chuckling, he got them on the road home. Despite the back and forth teasing, he was still hard as a rock, and the sight of his father's feet on the dashboard didn't make it go down. If anything, the footprint that was left on the glass, as well as those still-wiggling toes, only made him harder and harder .

"So, how was work?" he asked.

"Filled with idiots."

"Heh, that's why you were stomping someone into the ground? Someone piss you off at lunch or something? Or were you just getting all pent-up because nobody was available?"

"Downside to working with the bigger species. All those size queen young'uns want to have those big dicks between their feet, and there's nothing left for someone like me. Gotta get off with my hand at lunch. My hand. Do you know how embarrassing that is?"

Another thing that had changed since the Pandemic had been the way that someone got off got a little judged. It used to be that everything came down to whether you were getting something 'real.' Whether anal or pussy was best was always up for debate, but one or the other was best, followed by oral, followed by hand, followed by literally anything else before you got down to taking care of yourself. Since the Pandemic, however, and with the massive shift to foot fetishes for everyone, it had changed. Getting off with anything other than someone's feet - or without someone under your feet - felt wrong, like you weren't good enough.

Shaun reached over and patted his dad's legs.

"Don't worry. You're getting mine tonight."

"Heh, damn well better, son."

They kept up the banter all the way home, teasing each other, talking about their days. Shaun had plenty to share about another new recruit that spent more time ogling criminal feet than he did taking care of arrests, while Mason had more to talk about with the high-rises and some of the things the other guys got up to on the heights. The number of times that they took 'smoke breaks' to care for each other's feet or get off was insane.

"Gonna be impossible to come in under schedule for this job, tell you that."

"Heh, that's part of the problem, isn't it?" Shaun said. "Everyone still thinks about how long it took pre-Pandemic. Everyone wants that, still."

"Well, it ain't happening."

"I know that. And you know that. They don't."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Well, hopefully we get there, eventually."

They pulled into the driveway, stepping out of the car together. There was no reason for the older dog to put his boots on; the driveway was clear of any and all debris, and a little dust didn't hurt anyone. Shaun glanced down as his dad led the way into the house, licking his lips as he watched those big, meaty soles slap against the pavement. They'd feel damn good on his face and dick later, he had no doubt about that.

Up the steps and in the house, then a quick couple of steps to the living room. His dad sat down, legs spread, and his gut pushed down over the bulge that had built up in his pants during the drive home.

"Not even going to let me get a drink, huh?" Shaun asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Kid, I was working hard all day, and I only got off once. You know the docs say to get off at least three times during a work shift. I need this. Okay? You can get your drink after, but for right now, plant your ass on the couch, get those sandals off, and get your old man's rocks off so that he can think straight. I need some soles right now, not some maw or something else like that."

"Heh, clearly."

He shucked off his sandals, leaving them at the door. Getting comfortable on the L-shaped sofa at the bend in it, he leaned forward to unzip the older dog's pants and fished out the already-stiff boner. Good and long, too, probably enough for two hands if he really needed to jerk it properly, but he'd already been told what the older dog wanted. He leaned back again, bringing his damp feet forward.

There was no denying the satisfying feel of the meaty pole between his feet. He groaned under his breath, pressing them together and grinding his soles against that thick cock. It throbbed between his arches, already pulsing and twitching slightly from need, and as he stroked his feet up, he could already feel the pre-cum dribbling out and onto the sides of his feet.

"Fuuuuck yes...I've been needing this all damn day..."

Shaun bit off a chuckle, shaking his head. For all that he had teased his dad about being too pent up, he had to admit that he needed this, too. Cops were allowed some cum-breaks at work - usually making use of non-violent prisoners that needed a release, as well - but getting off by hole or hand was just not the same. And there was something special about the feeling of a cock between his soles. It felt almost as good as masturbation in and of itself, and as he slowly rolled his feet up and down, stroking away, he could feel his own cock begging for a bit of release, too.

It can wait. It can wait...

Even if he could feel that other side of the Kink Virus hitting him. Libido had become all kinds of weird since the infection. Even things that hadn't been that hot before had become easier to enjoy; basic pleasure added to the need that everyone felt, and it quickly reached a point of critical mass where everyone was up for damn near everything with the right nudge. He could have gotten off just from his dad fucking his feet if this went on long enough, and he'd forget all about his responsibilities.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Each time that he brought his feet down, the soles tapping his father's balls and belly, the older Doberman growled and huffed. His cock was spurting pre-cum already; his dad clearly hadn't been exaggerating about only getting one orgasm on the clock today. That'd be bad if it kept happening.

He stroked faster, curling his toes around his dad's cock, using all that pre-cum as lube to stroke with greater ease. Up and down, up and down, huffing under his breath and groping himself ceaselessly, Shaun pushed his feet tighter together. The older Doberman moaned, leaning his head against the back of the couch.

"Mmmph...getting...close..."

"Want to cum on my soles or toes?"

"Fuck...Soles..."

"Say when."

His dad nodded, and Shaun kept stroking. Up, down, up, down, faster and faster, pushing that cock hard. He pumped it between his feet, grinding his arches against the swelling veins on each side, right until -

"Now!"

He pulled his feet back, one up against the head and the other spreading its toes. He pulled the shaft between his big and second toe and stroked hard, pumping it until he felt the sudden pulse. Shaun kept stroking, but slower, as he held his father's cock tip against his other foot, feeling the squirting, slimy strings of cum grinding between his toes and running down the sole.

Squirt.

Squirt.

Squirt.

The heat and musk alike made him grin, and he curled his toes to spread the slime between the digits. He loved the feeling of that mess against his foot, and as soon as it stopped squirting over him, he pulled his legs back and slid his feet together. As he smeared the mess into his soles, his dad sighed in relief.

"Damn...really needed that one...Thanks."

"No problem. So, what do you want to do for dinner?"

"What do you say to some take-out?"

"If we can afford it, sure. Heh. Planning on asking the delivery driver in for some fun?"

"If he's cute."

"Pervert."

"Same to you, son. Same to you."

The End

Summary: After a Kink Virus hits and spreads a foot fetish throughout the populace, a lot of public kink stuff changes legality.

Tags: M/M, Foot Fetish, All Gay, Father/Son, Incest, Footjob, Foot Play, Foot Worship, Cop, Construction Worker, Teasing, Kink by Virus, Contagious Kink, Age Difference,