TW: Violence, physical abuse
“Come on Tyler,” Ben said tiredly, “let’s just go eat.” Tyler came around to the passenger side and opened the door.
“Come on get out,” Tyler said. Reluctantly Ben got out of the car.
“Okay, make me kiss your feet,” Tyler said with a smirk.
“Tyler please,” Ben whined.
“Seriously Ben,” Tyler said, “Prove me wrong. Go ahead. Make me kiss your feet.”
Ben sighed. “You know I can’t.”
Tyler cupped a hand to his ear and pretended not to hear. “Eh? What was that?”
“I said,” Ben said rolling his eyes at Tyler’s goofiness, “I can’t make you kiss my feet.”
Tyler nodded in satisfaction. “No you couldn’t. Not in a million fucking years.”
“Can we go now?” Ben asked impatiently.
Tyler shook his head. “No that’s only half the experiment. Now guess what happens?”
Ben sighed, “Fine, I’ll kiss your feet.” He started to get to his knees but Tyler stopped him.
“No, no!” Tyler said. “This was about me making you kiss my feet.”
“And that’s what I was going to do,” Ben said with exasperation.
“You’re not getting it,” Tyler said shaking his head. “This was about me making you kiss my feet.” His emphasis on the word ‘making’ was clear.
Ben swallowed. “Tyler come on.”
“So don’t just get down on your knees and kiss my feet like some pussy,” Tyler said still grinning. “Fucking try and stop me.”
Ben knew Tyler could kick his ass without even trying. “Okay okay Tyler,” Ben said hopping backwards. “You’re right.”
“I could just put my foot in your face before you could blink,” Tyler said almost to himself. “I mean you could run but I could catch you even if I gave you a head start and when I tackle you that rib might just snap.”
“Tyler please,” Ben begged.
“Do you want to wrestle some more?” Tyler asked, “You didn’t do so hot last night and I didn’t even try. Who knows what I’ll crack this time?”
“Oh god Tyler don’t,” Ben whined in real fear.
Tyler actually seemed to be thinking over how he wanted to hurt Ben. “Just let me kiss your feet please Tyler,” Ben pleaded.
“I told you Benji,” Tyler joked, “It doesn’t count if you volunteer.” Seeming to make up his mind Tyler said, “Come here,” pointing to the spot in front of him. Ben went to kneel where Tyler ordered.
“Oh sheesh Ben!” Tyler said rolling his eyes, “Don’t kneel yet for fucks sake. Come on, be a man!” Ben stood there nervously.
Tyler put his hands up and grinned, “Ever play mercy?” Ben cringed. “No,” he admitted.
“Of course not,” Tyler sighed, “Do you at least understand what to do?” “I think so,” Ben said hesitantly. “But Tyler we don’t have to…”
“Put your hands up,” Tyler said cutting him off. Slowly Ben did as he was told and Tyler interlocked his fingers with Ben’s. Tyler flexed his hands without any strength just to demonstrate the motion. “Do it like this see,” he explained. “The idea is to bend the other person’s fingers back. You got it?” Ben nodded and Tyler grinned.
“Okay, then we’ll go on the count of three then okay?” Tyler said as Ben tensed. Suddenly Tyler let go and said, “This is wrong.” He took a step back from Ben who almost collapsed in relief. Tyler peeled off his shirt and dropped it on the ground. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
“No Tyler,” Ben said hoarsely.
As Tyler continued to get undressed he calmly said, “It will be so much worse if I have to beat you to pulp and then yank them off you.”
Ben wavered for five seconds and then just gave in and stripped. He had no idea what would happen if someone came along the road and found two college guys naked by a stopped car but he longed for the interruption. No headlights appeared in the distance to rescue Ben as Tyler stood there naked waiting impatiently. The night was warm but Ben still felt a chill as he took off his boxers and faced Tyler.
“Follow me,” Tyler ordered striding past him into the field. Ben briefly thought about running but Tyler could easily catch him and beat the holy hell out of him. He marched after Tyler across the packed dirt of the field. Tyler stopped after about 10 yards and turned to face Ben.
“It’s not exactly Eden but it’s just you and me Ben,” Tyler said as he held up his hands. “Let’s see how much of that raw power you can muster up.” Grudgingly Ben intertwined his hands with Tyler. “I’m going to make you kiss my feet Ben,” Tyler said without any doubt. “Let’s see if you can stop me.”
Ben figured he would just immediately give in to Tyler, kiss his feet and get this whole stupid thing over with. Tyler didn’t really make that an option. As Tyler bent Ben’s fingers back the sheer amount of pain that coursed through him caused Ben to collapse as his knees buckled. Ben normally didn’t curse. He didn’t have any particular prohibition against it, but it just wasn’t a normal part of his vocabulary. If pressed he would sometimes say ‘shit’ or ‘goddammit’ he rarely said ‘fuck’ though in the last week Tyler
had stressed him to the point of using it several times. It only took about half a second for Tyler to put Ben in so much agony Ben soared so far past the breaking point it vanished in the distance.
“FUCK!!!” Ben screamed. “FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!!”
This outburst had zero effect on Tyler who didn’t let up the pressure at all.
“FUCK! TYLER! PLEASE!!” Ben howled. “JESUS! FUCK! FUCK! STOP! STOP! STOP!”
“Ordinarily you’re supposed to say ‘mercy’,” Tyler calmly instructed him.
“MERCY!! MERCY!! FUCK!! PLEASE!! MERCY!!” Ben wailed.
Tyler let up the pressure but didn’t let go. Ben broke into sobs.
“Mercy! Mercy! I give! Please Tyler! Please! Mercy!” Ben gasped.
“I said ‘ordinarily’,” Tyler explained. “Since this is a demonstration of me making you kiss my feet I think you begging me to let you kiss them would be more appropriate.” He punctuated that by crushing Ben’s hands again.
“FUCK! YES! FUCK! LET ME KISS YOUR FEET! FUCK! PLEASE!” Ben screeched.
“That’s more like it,” Tyler said with satisfaction. “But let’s go over it again.” He rotated his hands so that he was now forcing Ben to stand or risk breaking his wrists.”
“Tyler please!,” Ben begged as Tyler easily manhandled him , “Please stop!”
“Stop what?” Tyler asked.
“Stop hurting me!” Ben sobbed. “Please! Fuck! Please I’ll kiss your feet! I’ll do whatever you want!” “So you can’t stop me?” Tyler asked mockingly as he squeezed.
“No! Fuck!” Ben yelped.
“Say it,” Tyler ordered as he let up the pressure enough for Ben to think straight.
“I can’t stop you,” Ben wheezed.
“So I can make you kiss my feet?” Tyler asked.
“Yes, please just let me! I’ll do it!” Ben moaned.
“Wrong answer,” Tyler scolded as he flexed his hands.
“AHH!!!! FUCK!!! PLEASE!! FUCK!! STOP!!” Ben shouted.
“Say I can make you kiss my feet,” Tyler said cooly.
“OKAY!! YES!! YOU CAN MAKE ME KISS YOUR FEET!!!! FUCK!! AAHHH!!” Ben shrieked. “YOU CAN MAKE ME KISS YOUR FEET!!”
Tyler flipped his hands around again so Ben was forced back to his knees.
“I’ll bet I could make you any pretty much anything couldn’t I Benji?” Tyler teased. “Please Tyler I’ll do whatever you want!!” Ben pleaded.
“Can I make you lick my feet?” Tyler asked facetiously. “Yes! Of course!” Ben immediately offered.
“Wrong answer,” Tyler scolded again and cranked up the pressure. “AHH!!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!! TYLER!!!” Ben shouted.
“Say I can make you lick my feet,” Tyler said evenly. “YES YOU CAN MAKE ME LICK YOUR FEET!!!” Ben yelled.
“You’re getting good at this,” Tyler joked letting Ben enjoy a moment of only moderate pain. “Tyler please stop I’ll do anything,” Ben begged.
“Really?” Tyler asked, “No limits Ben? What if I told you to suck my cock?” Ben’s eyes widened in shock, “Tyler please no! I… I… can’t…”
Tyler shook his head, “I’m not telling you to do it. I just want to know if I can make you suck my cock.” With that, Tyler clamped down mercilessly. An inarticulate scream poured from Ben’s throat.
“Can I make you suck my cock?” Tyler asked Ben as he writhed in pain on his knees. Any resistance Ben had was crushed as easily as Tyler crushed Ben’s hands.
“YES! FUCK!! YES!! YOU CAN MAKE ME SUCK YOUR COCK!! FUCK! TYLER!” Ben wailed. Tyler stopped squeezing and Ben slumped at Tyler’s feet. He just whimpered.
“Wow, looks like I pretty much make you do anything can’t I Ben?” Tyler laughed. “I could probably make you my slave couldn’t I?”
When Ben didn’t answer, Tyler crushed his hands so hard he was surprised they didn’t break.
“FUCK!!FUCK!!SHIT!!OH!FUCKING!GOD!TYLER!!PLEASE!FUCKING!STOP!!” Ben screamed into the darkness.
“Can I make you make I slave?” Tyler asked in a commanding tone. “YES! FUCK! WHATEVER! YOU! WANT!” Ben shouted.
“Come on Ben,” Tyler prompted, “You know what you’re supposed to say. “YES YOU CAN MAKE ME YOUR SLAVE!!!!” Ben bawled.
Tyler eased up and asked, “So do you get it now?” “Yeh…yeh…yes…” Ben sniveled.
“See the reason you can’t say shit to me is that you can’t back it up,” Tyler said. “But I fucking can see?” “Yes Tyler,” Ben nodded pitifully.
“It’s just man against man here Ben and you admitted that I can make you kiss my feet right?” Tyler asked tightening his hold.
“Ahhh!! Fuck!! Yes! Please! You can make me kiss your feet!” Ben cried. “Please Tyler! Stop! Please let me kiss your feet please! Please Tyler!!”
Tyler loosened up. “Look at you down there on your knees in the dirt begging to kiss my feet,” he told Ben. “Do you think any of the guys at the frat would ever, ever fucking do that?”
Ben shook his head.
“Right, they’d either kick my ass or let me break their fingers before they admitted that,” Tyler explained.
He finally let go of Ben’s hands and Ben fell backward onto the field and sobbed quietly. Tyler knelt down next to him and said quietly. “That’s why you’re different Ben. That’s why you kiss my feet. Not because you lost a challenge. You do it because deep down you always knew what I just proved to you. That I can make you kiss my feet. You know that when it comes down to just the two of us I’m always going to win.”
“No,” Ben whined softly.
Tyler nodded. “I’m sorry Benji but that’s the way it is. You’d kiss my feet right now if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Ben said softly.
“And you’d lick them if I told you to, wouldn’t you?” Tyler asked.
“Yes,” Ben said.
“And you’d suck my dick if I told you to, wouldn’t you?” Tyler asked.
There was a slight pause. “Please Tyler don’t make me….”
“Shh….” Tyler said soothingly, “I’m not going to make you do anything right now. But you would do it if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Ben said in a very small voice.
“You’d be happy just to be my slave if I wanted you to, wouldn’t you?” Tyler prompted.
“Tyler please,” Ben pleaded softly in the darkness.
“Well maybe you wouldn’t be happy,” Tyler admitted, “but you’d do it if it made me happy wouldn’t you?”
Ben was silent for about a minute and then quietly said, “Yes Tyler.”
Tyler gathered Ben up in a hug. “S’okay dude. None of this makes you a bad person. I’m just alpha as fuck and you’re not.” Ben hugged Tyler tightly back.
Tyler and Ben let go after a moment and Tyler said, “Dude, I’m starving. Can we go eat?” Ben nodded. They both got up and walked back to the car and started to get dressed. Tyler got as far as pulling his jeans on when he stopped and said, “Oh, almost forgot the whole point of that.”
“What?” Ben asked uncomprehending.
Tyler pointed down at his bare feet and laughed, “What do you think?”
Ben frowned. “Now? Here?”
Tyler shrugged, “What? You’d rather wait till we get to the restaurant?”
“Well no,” Ben said.
“Didn’t think so,” Tyler said impatiently. “Now come on I’m starved.”
“Come on Tyler,” Ben protested. “I already admitted you can make me do it. Isn’t that enough?”
“No,” Tyler said simply. “Just do it.”
“Fine,” Ben agreed reluctantly as he knelt before Tyler. “How many times do I have to kiss them?” Tyler shrugged, “I don’t know how about a hundred?”
“I thought you were hungry?” Ben argued.
“And I thought you knew enough not to argue,” Tyler countered. “Now it’s two hundred.”
“We’re on the side of the road?” Ben exclaimed.
“Three hundred,” Tyler said calmly.
Ben bit back his retort. He knew Tyler would only keep upping the total if he argued. He took a deep breath and said very calmly, “Yes Tyler. I understand you want me to kiss your feet three hundred times and I will be happy to do that as quickly as I can so that you can go eat.”
“Clever,” Tyler grinned. “Okay, I’ll tell you what. You can either kiss my feet three hundred times the normal way, or…” he paused and grinned, “you can lie on your back and I’ll put my feet on your face and you can kiss each one just 50 times or we can pack up right now and go to the restaurant.”
“What’s the catch?” Ben asked knowingly.
“That you have to kiss my feet 10 times at the restaurant,” Tyler grinned.
“Where?” Ben asked panicky, “like in front of everyone?”
Tyler shrugged, “Nah you can just like go under the table and do it real quick. It’s only 10 times.” “What if someone sees?” Ben asked.
“Well then we probably have some explaining to do,” Tyler admitted. “Come on, I’m hungry.”
“I’m thinking it over,” Ben complained.
“Okay then it’s 400 regular, 75 soles and 20 at the restaurant. Now pick or I’ll just keep making it worse,” Tyler said grumpily.
“Soles,” Ben said. He just couldn’t stand the embarrassment of being seen at the restaurant and between the other two options, 150 was better than 400 even if it meant the bottoms of Tyler’s feet.
Tyler shrugged. “Okay whatever. But I don’t want to stand the whole time.” He went and sat sideways in the passenger seat with his feet on the ground. “Come over here and lay down then,” he ordered. Ben did as he was told and laid down in front of Tyler. “No not sideways,” Tyler complained. “I want my foot to cover your face.” Ben grumbled to himself but wisely said nothing to Tyler. He switched positions and Tyler planted one grimy foot on his face. “Get started,” he ordered.
Ben has kissed Tyler’s feet thousands of times and had even licked them but being under his foot was a new experience. Even though Tyler wasn’t pressing down the weight of his foot and the muscular leg above squashed his nose flat and he found he had to breathe through his mouth. This meant kissing Tyler’s foot took a bit longer than he expected because he had to keep pausing to take a breath. But it didn’t take terribly long to get to 75.
“I’b dobe,” Ben mumbled.
“What?” Tyler asked as he picked his foot up off Ben’s face. “I said I’m done,” Ben repeated.
“Oh,” Tyler chuckled. “Kinda hard to hear you under my foot.” Tyler switched and put his other foot on Ben’s face and they went through the same process. Finally Ben was finished and stood up but Tyler remained seated with a sad expression.
“What’s wrong?” Ben asked worried he’d done something wrong and would have to redo them. Tyler shrugged. “I dunno. It wasn’t as satisfying.”
“What?” Ben asked.
“The groveling,” Tyler explained. “I think I like it better when you kiss them the regular way.” Ben’s shoulders slumped. “You want me to do the 400 then?”
Tyler shook his head, “No, I’m too hungry. Just kiss them once.”
Ben smiled, “Sure Tyler,” He knelt and looked up at Tyler and said. “I learned my lesson Tyler. You can make me lick your feet.”
Tyler smirked, “Well yeah I already knew that but you had to learn it the hard way.” And then Ben knelt and reverently kissed each of Tyler’s feet and looked up at him. “Better?” he asked Tyler.
Tyler nodded. “Yeah, I like seeing you down there kissing my feet.”
They both finished getting dressed and headed to the restaurant.
