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Barefoot Boys Club

By Draconicon

"That's, uh...that's a lot of feet."

Edgar stared at his phone, blushing. The badger supposed that he should have expected something like this, but staring at so many bare soles - and so many guys that were honestly more clothed than he expected for a fetish app - was still something that struck him hard. The construction worker cocked his head to the side, trying to make out why this was so...interesting.

It wasn't something that he'd always had, to be fair. He'd never been interested in feet, as a general rule. Guys? Yeah, even hell yeah, but feet? That was something new, and something that he hadn't felt until he left work just the day before.

The badger still remembered just how weird that moment had been. Walking out of the construction site, taking off his hard hat and tucking it under his arm, making his way to the SUV across the street: everything had gone exactly the way that it always had. He'd been looking forward to getting home, taking off his boots and his socks, getting a shower, and then, he had stepped into view.

There'd been nothing specific about the 'roo at first to catch his attention. Just a yellow-furred, goofy looking kid in his twenties, from the look of him. He'd worn standard jeans, standard t-shirt, the sort of things that some of the kids were wearing these days. He'd barely taken notice of him, but then he saw something else.

On that second glance, he saw that the 'roo was walking barefoot. No shoes, not even sandals, just bare soles pounding against the pavement. A little dust, a little darkening against those yellow soles, but he'd still found himself staring. For the first time in his life, Edgar's cock had all but rocketed up against the front of his pants. Even when he was a teen, he hadn't gotten that hard, that fast, but seeing that 'roo's soles had gotten him hard.

He'd stared after the kid, watching him disappear down a park lot, and only then had the chance to pull his jaw off the street and get in his car. He'd gone home with more than his fair share of embarrassment, and had put the thought to bed as soon as he did the same to himself. Or so he'd thought.

Now, some research later, he had signed up for an app. It was simple enough to find after doing a little research into barefooters and finding out that the 'roo was the posterboy for something called the Barefoot Boys Club app. He'd decided to check it out, and...

Well, any hope that he'd had of only having a momentary kink was right out the window, he could tell that much. He looked at all those bare soles and found his dick twitching in his jeans. The badger leaned back against his couch, staring at his phone as he flipped between the different member profiles. Some of them were nothing but zoomed-in pics of their feet, ranging from the furred, padded soles like his to soft-looking fleshy feet like the 'roo's, all the way to the scaly, smooth soles of reptile species. Others used a full-body pic, showing them out on a barefoot walk somewhere, and others showed that they liked to get messy by having their profile pics showing them walking through muddy fields.

All of it kept him hard as a rock, and he had to wonder just how that felt. He scrolled past the various poster pics for users, eventually finding a bit about the app and club.

"Welcome to the Barefoot Boys Club," he read under his breath. "Whether you're just a guy that likes a Barefoot Boy, or want to be one yourself, this is the place for you. If you just want to watch, you're all set. Just find the boys that you like the most and follow them, yadda yadda yadda...But if you want to be a Barefoot Boy yourself, sign up here, and you can get started right now."

For some reason, there was a strange eroticism to the idea of calling himself a 'Barefoot Boy'. It felt like he was signing up for something that was more than just barefooting, something that meant something. No idea why; it seemed like a kinky little game, more than anything else.

At the same time, the badger had to admit that the fascination that he felt for all these men showing off their feet really hit him hard, and he wondered what it'd feel like to have someone staring at his feet that way. He lifted one off the floor, looking at the underside.

His feet were padded, yes, but they were still feet rather than paws. A large bear-style pad covered most of the bottom of his foot, with each toe getting its own black bit of flesh under it. He wiggled his toes, watched the motion, and imagined that they'd probably be a bit on the musky side with all the work he did.

The idea of walking barefoot was kind of appealing, at least if he was off-work. He'd worked hard for a good bit of his life: got into construction in his late twenties, been working there for nearly a decade. He'd done pretty well for himself, had a good body. Maybe he could pull it off.

And if people did stare...fucking hell, why did that get his dick going?

Shaking his head, he tapped the icon that was supposed to take him to a sign-up page. The first thing that he was asked was to take a picture of his feet. He shrugged, getting to his feet and going to a standing mirror. He turned his back to it, held his phone over his shoulder, and stood on one foot, the toes of the other resting on the ground and his sole pointing back towards the mirror. A bit awkward, but he managed to take the picture.

His phone beeped, and he felt a slight shock. Not much, just like a bit of static shock, but it went through his soles of all things, both of them at once. He jumped, only to gasp as soon as he came back down.

"What...what the hell?"

Edgar looked down at his feet. They didn't feel any different, but after taking that picture, he swore he could feel every single carpet fiber under his feet, and exactly where they pressed against the bottoms of his feet, for that matter. Twenty individual threads against the ball of his left foot, for example, the rest flattened out and pointing in different directions. He shuffled his feet slightly, only to gasp, feeling something...something almost pleasurable from the action, his eyes widening.

"What the fuck? What the fucking fuck?"

Holding as still as possible, he brought his phone back up. The picture of his feet was pulsing slightly, only to dart up to the top of his screen as his phone beeped. A new screen popped down, this time filled with various sliders. A pop-up filled the screen before he could read any of them.

Congratulations on joining the Barefoot Boys Club! We're happy to have you among our ranks. Please take a moment and customize your feet for optimal enjoyment while you are part of the group. You will receive more points and adjustment options the more upvotes your feet pictures get, so make sure to show off those soles everywhere you can.

"...I...it...what?"

Still barely believing what he was seeing, Edgar tapped out of the pop-up, finally revealing the sliders. They were...surprisingly wide-ranging, offering control of everything from sweat production to natural sheen to smell to sensitivity to -

"Footwear comfort?"

He stared at that. Holding his finger on the question mark by the slider, it defined itself as 'how comfortable your feet are in socks, shoes, sandals, or other footwear'. Apparently, it could be used as an incentive to keep one barefoot for as often as possible. He shook his head, intentionally bumping that up as much as possible. Considering that he had to wear footwear for his job, and the boots were already uncomfortable enough, he didn't want to make things any harder for him.

The rest, however...

He turned down the sensitivity - which was currently slightly past the midpoint, of all things - so that he could walk back to his couch and sat down. Pulling them off the floor, he slowly turned up the sensitivity. This time, he ran it up to about 80%, up about 25% from where it had been.

If that part felt good, then...

Holding the corner of his phone to his sole, he held a finger over the volume adjustment buttons. Knowing that a vibration was coming, he took a deep breath, then pushed down.

Bzzz.

"MMMPH!"

His phone almost went flying, and his toes curled hard at the sudden explosion of pleasure that rippled out from the arch of his foot. Edgar slumped back, gasping to himself, his eyes wide at the sudden stiffening at the crotch. Yet, for all that his cock felt harder than it had been in weeks, all the pleasure had come from his foot.

Jesus fucking Christ...

His feet were not supposed to be that sensitive, yet he'd nearly cum just from a little vibration to his sole. What in the fuck?

The other sliders were as real as they promised to be, too. Turning up sweat production made his feet start dampening almost visibly, like there were little droplets being squeezed out through his pores, while turning up the sheen made his feet shine as if they were oiled up even after he wiped them clean. Some of the other sliders, such as 'exhibitionistic tendencies', 'masochist levels', 'pain tolerance', and more that looked more specific, were locked off, grayed out, and he imagined that those required more of those upvotes to unlock.

Edgar was starting to understand how the 'roo had been willing to walk barefoot through the streets like that. If that boy's feet were that sensitive, or had been modified with some of the other traits, then he imagined that they were probably feeling too good to cover up. He was about to close out of the app for the moment when he saw something right at the bottom of the slider customizer.

User FreakyFeet22 has invited you to share control. Accept?

"What the - oh, god..."

Edgar had a horrible feeling of what that meant, and he was right. As soon as he tapped the 'share control' part for a definition, it defined itself as allowing another user to have access to his sliders. They would, essentially, control how his feet looked, felt, and 'behaved' through the course of the day. However, it would also allow him to be paid a certain amount of currency just to allow someone to do it, and to show off his feet as it happened.

His cock twitched again at the idea, and he had to admit, the temptation was there. His finger hovered over the accept button, wondering if he dared just go along with this.

Eventually, he pressed it. If he was in for a penny, he'd be in for a pound. Time to try out the Barefoot Boys Club properly.

The End

Summary: Edgar spots a surprisingly sexy pair of bare feet while he's coming home from work, and the badger ends up finding something called the Barefoot Boys Club. Talk about a fetish awakening...

Tags: M/solo, badger, kangaroo, barefoot, foot fetish, sensitivity, remote control, foot focus, sweat, shine, fetish implantation, curiosity, erection, exhibitionism,