This choice: Naruto is placed at Boruto's feet. • Go Back... Boruto bared his teeth in a wide grin, easily passing for the fox-spirit that resided in his father. Just having his father literally in his hand was enough for him to get hard, but that was not enough for him. He had many plans in mind for his no-good father. “You and I are going to have a great time together dad,” Boruto said in a sarcastic manner, aware that it was really only going to be him that would be enjoying this.
Naruto felt the air race by him as Boruto brought him downwards, his eyes flying shut in panic. It was only the smell that brought him back to attention, and as he opened his eyes he instantly wished he hadn’t. Before Naruto’s eyes were his son’s enormous feet, towering on either side of him. He shot his head around to look at his son, whose eyes were basically glowing in sadistic delight at the sight of his father sitting between his own feet, “Boruto… What are you doing?”
“Oh I think you have a pretty good idea what the plan is, dad,” he said with a raised brow, his feet slowly enclosing the area around his father. Naruto’s head twisted and turned, eyes wide as either foot enclosed him. It wasn’t long before the feet hit him, Naruto was squeezed between them, the strong musky scent surrounding him. Yet regardless of the reasonings behind the act, unseen to Boruto a slight flush appeared upon his father’s face.
It wasn’t often that Naruto had flashbacks, but right now was one of them. The smell of his son’s feet brought him back to his teen years. Unknown to pretty much the entire leaf village, Naruto had been involved with Sasuke for a small period of time, and during that period of time they had explored pretty much any possible kink possible. What Naruto had discovered though much to his disbelief (and Sasuke’s encouragement) with his sense of scent he was especially vulnerable to different scents. And now with his son’s feet surrounding him, he was becoming weaker and weaker to the scent.
“W-w-wait, Boruto please don’t,” Naruto begged. Yet both feet continued to press on either side of him, the scent becoming increasingly stronger as they rubbed onto him. Naruto’s mind was slowly becoming numb with each rub, while Boruto watched with a keen eye. He was feeling a keen superiority over his father right now. He, a mere genin, had reduced the Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village into a foot slut.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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