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A Sole-Bound Vacation

For 3rdHarleyJoe

By Draconicon

Stepping off a helicopter might have been an entirely too privileged way to start a vacation, but that was the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Well, the rich, at least. Wyatt was far from famous so far, and considering the way that he approached life, he doubted that he would ever be. The teachers back at college probably didn't even have a face to put to his name on the reports that he turned in, considering how the beagle kept his head down all the time.

Then again, he might have been surprised. They always seemed to know the richie-riches.

He shook his head. That wasn't something to think about now that he was on holiday. His father was still busy with a work meeting overseas, and the old man wasn't coming back for at least a weekend. Longer, if he ran into difficulties that needed his personal touch. That meant that the beagle had the run of the house...and the staff.

Particularly Burnes.

He blushed as he remembered the butler, from the silly tufts of fur on his face that made him look like he had a mustache to the short little tail that barely seemed to wag except when they were...

Wyatt rubbed his cheeks, trying to get the blush to go away. He already knew that this was going to be a rather fun vacation, but knowing that his dad was going to be away for a bit longer than usual meant that there'd be less sneaking around to have the kind of fun he wanted. Not that he would be the instigator, he was sure, but he knew that he would be having fun. He always did when Burnes was around.

Walking from the helipad to the hut that led to the stairs, Wyatt made his way inside. His shoes were already untied and were half-off by the time he hit the bottom of the stairs, and he was just sliding them into place when the door into the house proper clicked open.

"Sir. May I presume that is you arriving?"

"Heh, yes, Burnes. It's me."

"You are home well in time for supper, sir. Would you like to take a seat with your normal magazines? Or shall I find your stash from your last visit?"

His cheeks burned as the door opened the rest of the way, rubbing the back of his head as Burnes looked down at him. The familiar butler was dressed in his usual tuxedo, the breed's normally slightly raggedy fur pulled into an immaculate look. It looked almost solid the way that it shined and shimmered, and he tried not to stare.

It didn't get easier when Burnes continued to wait for an answer, either. The beagle burned all the hotter and looked at the floor.

"I'm good with waiting."

"Very good sir. If you would care to join me in the kitchen?"

"Sure."

"Very good."

'Good boy' was what he heard with that, and the beagle's tail wagged more than he entirely intended for it to. He grabbed for it, not quite sure if he was exasperated or embarrassed or something else entirely.

Of course, it didn't help that as soon as he stepped through the door into the pantry, he noticed that Burnes was completely barefoot. The older man was taking his time, walking the same proper way that he normally did, but Wyatt swore that the irish terrier was taking his time, taking each step that little bit slower than he should, showing off his soles for as long as possible as they walked on.

He could see the underside, how they were just slightly darkened with moving around the house. Not much, as he knew that the butler kept an immaculate sort of ship running, but the fact was that there would always be something. Staring at them, he could imagine them as part of the centerfolds of some of his magazines, and he could already feel his dick starting to throb.

Groaning, he pushed his shirt down a bit, trying to keep it from being seen. The butler paused at the threshold of the kitchen, smiling slightly, almost as if he was bouncing the fur 'mustache' over his upper lip.

"Ah, sir, is something the matter? Do you need to take advantage of our...agreement?"

"Um, not yet, Burnes. Not, uh, just yet..."

"Very well, sir. Then please, follow me."

God, he had forgotten just how much the butler could tease. It didn't matter how prim and proper he appeared in front of the man of the house, Burnes had a wicked streak to him. A teasing way of behaving, a downright delicious way of making other people squirm. He had seen the way that the butler had worked with the other staff, ensuring that they worked hard. There was a charm to him that only the underlings got to see.

Normally, that wouldn't have included him, but that day when Burnes found his first, initial stash...

He still remembered how he'd felt when he entered his room to find the irish terrier sitting with one bare foot on the beagle's magazines, the other lifted up and resting on his knee, the sole pointed right at him. If he'd been thinking clearly back then, he would have realized that was exactly what Burnes had intended to do. Leave him all flustered, make him all needy. It had worked, too. He'd completely submitted to the older man, back then.

These days, the agreement was still in place. He could indulge in his fantasies, and Burnes...

Well, he wasn't entirely sure what Burnes got out of it, save for a sense of power. He wasn't even sure that the older man had a foot fetish of his own. Sometimes, it seemed like he just enjoyed using his feet to tease others.

By the time they reached the kitchen and the seats around the center island, he was pitching a tent like nothing else, and having the more mature dog go to the oven and bend over did not help. The terrier went right up on his tiptoes, showing off every inch of his soles, every damp bit of flesh that was carrying the other man's scent.

His nostrils were flaring, and he realized that he was trying to smell those feet more than he was trying to actually smell the food. Jamming one hand over the end of his muzzle, he blushed worse than ever, even as his tail wagged embarrassingly fast. The feeling of being completely out of his league definitely hadn't gone away.

Burnes turned around, holding a pan with a roast in it. The terrier set it down on a warming pan, shaking his head.

"It's nearly ready, but it will need some time to rest."

"H-how long?"

"Long enough for you to get your needs out of your system, young Master Wyatt."

"N-needs?"

"Come now, sir. You can't believe that I don't notice you staring, now."

The terrier didn't even turn from the counter. All he did was lift one foot, and the tent in the beagle's pants suddenly got that much harder, that much stiffer as he imagined burying his face against that soft sole, grinding his nose from the arch to the toes and back again. He imagined that they were as clean as ever, and...and probably...tasty...

He bit his lips as he felt his cock throbbing that much harder in his pants, a bit of pre-cum staining the front. Almost as if he was supernaturally aware, Burnes turned, snapping his fingers.

"Off with your pants, sir."

"Huh? What?"

"You have only just returned home, sir. I will not have you staining your pants."

"But...but you..."

"And I will not be putting shoes on just because of your lack of self-control. If you cannot control your dick, sir, you will at least drip somewhere safe."

"Uh...I..."

"Once more, sir." The terrier stepped forward, lifting one leg and tapping his bare toes to the beagle's belt buckle. "Off."

"...Mmmph..."

The slight smirk on the butler's face did nothing to get rid of his boner, and neither did the way that Burnes pointed to the floor as if Wyatt was another servant. In this way, he almost was; he needed to serve those...those soles...

He blushed as he crawled across the floor as the older man sat down. One set of toes pressed against the metal base of the stool, while the other was presented to him sole-side first. Wyatt leaned in, nosing between the toes, sucking in the soft musk of the underside of that beautiful foot.

Tilting his head, he finished wiggling out of his pants, pushing them down past his ankles, leaving him naked from the waist down. His cock twitched like mad as he pressed his face into the butler's foot for the first time in months, breathing in the soft, subtle musk that had been cooked into that flesh over time. Every breath sent a tingle down to his cock, and he felt it twitching like mad.

"You may play with them properly, Master Wyatt, but please do make sure not to dribble too much."

"Mmmph...I...I'll try..."

He blushed worse as he took that foot in hand, supporting it by the heel as he dragged his tongue along the bottom. Despite the slight discoloration, it was completely clean. He licked it again, and again, feeling the slight humiliation and insane pleasure of that foot in his face.

And then, it got worse.

"Ah!" he gasped, blushing as the butler's other foot came up, not for his dick, but for the little bumps in his shirt. The toes pinched against his hardened nipples slightly, tugging one before letting go.

"Did I say for you to stop, hmm?"

"N-no."

"Then continue, Wyatt. You have eight minutes. Make them count."

"Yes, sir."

"I have so missed hearing you say that..."

Wyatt nodded, his tail wagging hard as it could as he dove down and continued worshiping that perfect, aged sole.

The end