Neither Ben nor Tyler said much on the way to the restaurant. The place was packed when they got there but the wait staff bustled and they were soon chowing down. Tyler was right; the food was good and despite all that had gone on earlier Ben had an appetite. Tyler, as usual, ate heartily. Their conversation was sparse as Tyler was absorbed in a soccer match playing on one of the many screens around the place. For a change, Tyler skipped the beer. Ben figured he needed a break after last night. When they finished eating and the dishes were cleared, Tyler took a break from watching TV to talk to Ben.
“How ya doin’ Benji?” Tyler asked.
Ben frowned. “I don’t know why you call me that. Just call me Ben please.”
Tyler grinned, “Come on Benji, you don’t really think I’m going to do anything you tell me do you?” “Come on Tyler,” Ben complained. “What if I made fun of your name?”
“Try it and find out,” Tyler suggested cheerfully.
“Forget it,” Ben wisely conceded.
“So like I said,” Tyler repeated, “How ya doing Benji?”
“Fine. Why?” Ben asked.
“Well,” Tyler said honestly, “you’re looking pretty banged up.”
“Whose fault is that?” Ben asked peevishly.
“Somebody’s grumpy,” Tyler joked.
“Can you blame me?” Ben groused.
“I guess not,” Tyler shrugged, “Getting your ass kicked can’t be much fun. How does your face feel?” “It aches,” Ben admitted.
“Not surprised dude,” Tyler said. “I kicked you in the face.” He paused. “Actually I kicked you in the face a couple of times.” Ben nodded.
“You cracked my rib too,” Ben added.
“Yeah but that was an accident,” Tyler said. “All the other shit you brought on yourself when you smarted off.”
“And I apologized for that,” Ben said. “But that wasn’t enough for you.”
“I told ya,” Tyler lectured, “If people try to talk shit to me I make them regret it.”
“Maybe,” Ben sulked, “But did you have to be so mean about it? Kicking me?”
“Pffftt,” Tyler scoffed. “I wasn’t mean. I barely kicked you.”
“Well what about my hand?” Ben griped as he held up his bruised knuckles for Tyler to see.
Tyler chuckled. “That was pretty good.”
“Good?” Ben sputtered. “What was good about it?”
Tyler shrugged, “Well it was just kinda funny how easy it was for me and you just kept losing.” “Did you have to slam my hand down? It really hurt,” Ben complained.
“Well that was kind of the idea,” Tyler smirked.
“Even so,” Ben protested. “Did you have to do it like 1000 times?”
“I doubt it was 1000,” Tyler countered.
“Okay I don’t know how many times it was but you just kept doing it,” Ben insisted.
Tyler suddenly laughed. “What’s so funny?” Ben demanded.
“I was just thinking about how pathetic you were,” Tyler said with a grin. “You were so fucking happy when I stopped and just let you kiss my feet.”
Ben blushed, “No I wasn’t… it’s just that…”
Tyler put his arm up on the table. “Really? Wanna arm wrestle?”
Ben vehemently shook his head, “No!”
Tyler grinned. “No? How do your hands feel? Wanna play mercy again?”
Ben gave Tyler an anguished look. “God no, please Tyler.”
Tyler shrugged and put his arm down. “Now be honest this time Benji. After getting your knuckles busted over and over last night didn’t kissing my feet make you happy?”
Ben hated to admit it but Tyler was right. He slouched in defeat. “Yes.” “Oh come on, say it,” Tyler prompted.
Ben sighed. “Yes Tyler. Kissing your feet made me happy.” Tyler grinned broadly.
“But only because I was tired of you hurting my hand,” Ben added defiantly.
“Good enough,” Tyler said smugly. “In fact, now that we’re done with dinner let’s talk about my feet and what you’re going to be doing tonight.”
“You already made me kiss your feet after you made me play mercy,” Ben objected. “I was actually talking about licking my feet or did you forget about that?” Tyler asked. “Oh,” Ben said.
“You blew me off earlier,” Tyler reminded him.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Like I said, I overslept and then I went to the library,” Ben explained. “Neither of which are good reasons for blowing me off,” Tyler interjected. “But it’s your loss.”
Ben didn’t think missing out on licking Tyler’s feet was a loss. It was the worst punishment Tyler had come up with and Ben couldn’t wait until he was done with it all.
Ben looked at his watch. It was getting late already and he still needed to write that paper but he just knew Tyler wasn’t going to let him off the hook.
“Well I guess if we head back to the fraternity now I can get it finished soon enough,” Ben said.
Tyler shook his head. The guys are already suspicious about you and me hanging out all the time. You’re not in the frat yet remember?
“Oh,” Ben said. “Well I don’t think my dorm room is good because Joseph usually goes to bed early so he probably won’t be out.”
“Well unless you were planning on kicking him out all night it wouldn’t matter,” Tyler said. “But I had another idea anyway. That’s another reason why I wanted to eat at this place.”
“Why, what’s special about this place?” Ben asked. “Wait! What do you mean all night?” Tyler shrugged. “Blowing me off is not a good idea.”
Ben shook his head, “You’re not serious. You can’t expect me to do that.”
“Sure I can,” Tyler said with a grin. “All night?!” Ben asked.
“Not all night,” Tyler said to Ben’s relief. “Just 8 hours.”
“Tyler I can’t,” Ben insisted. “I have class tomorrow! I have to write a paper tonight!”
Tyler leaned back in his chair and smiled. “I don’t recall you putting any conditions on the bet when you thought you were going to kick my ass in chess. Remember this whole thing was your idea when you thought you were going to score some easy points to get into the fraternity. I can’t even give you another shot at earning more points until you’re done.”
“But…” Ben said helplessly.
“You don’t want to just give up on joining do you?” Tyler asked.
“No,” Ben said sadly.
“Then it looks you have a long night of licking feet ahead don’t you?” Tyler asked.
“What about my paper?” Ben asked. “It’s due tomorrow.”
“Is it a paper on licking feet?” Tyler quipped, “Because if not I can’t help ya.”
“Tyler please,” Ben begged.
Tyler sighed, “What time is your paper due?”
“2PM,” Ben said.
“Tomorrow afternoon? Jesus quit bitching. You can write it when you’re done,” Tyler said dismissively. “But I won’t get to sleep,” Ben grumbled.
Tyler shrugged, “It’s college Benji. Get used to pulling all nighters.”
Ben gave up. “Fine. I’ll do it.” Tyler smiled. When the check came, Ben just asked for it automatically. Tyler didn’t protest.
As they strolled into the parking lot, Ben asked, “So if we’re not going back to campus then where are we going?”
“There,” Tyler said pointing at a nearby hotel.
“We’re staying in a hotel?” Ben asked.
“I figure I might as well be comfortable while I’m getting my feet licked,” Tyler said. “This seemed like a good idea. I reserved a room online earlier while I was waiting for you.”
“What if I hadn’t seen your messages and responded?” Ben asked.
“Well,” Tyler drawled, “I guess I would have changed the room reservation to tomorrow and you’d be trying to figure out how to lick my feet for 16 hours without your tongue drying out.”
“Oh,” Ben responded.
They got into the car, drove out of the parking lot and drove over to the hotel. They passed several others on the way. With convenient access to the interstate and not too far from the campus, several hotels and restaurants had sprung up over the years to accommodate visiting parents. As they pulled into the hotel lot, Ben noticed that Tyler seemed to have chosen the nicest one available. It certainly wouldn’t offer 5 star accommodations but it looked fairly new and more upscale than its neighbors. The lobby confirmed Ben’s opinion that this hotel was geared toward the more affluent visiting parents. An attractive woman in a trim, black blazer greeted them at the desk and Tyler gave his name.
“Of course Mr. Davidson, I have your reservation right here,” she said. “That’s a non-smoking, King VIP suite for one night correct?”
“Yes,” Tyler nodded as she typed away.
“Will you be using the same credit card you used to make the reservation?” she asked.
“No,” Tyler said simply. “Ben?”
“Huh?” Ben said at the sound of his name.
“Your credit card Ben,” Tyler said holding out his hand.
“Oh right,” Ben said reaching for his wallet. He handed his card to Tyler who turned and handed it to the woman behind the desk.
“I’ll need his driver’s license,” the woman said to Tyler totally ignoring Ben. Tyler held out his hand and Ben handed over his driver’s license which Tyler gave to the clerk. She keyed in the information and then handed Ben’s cards back to Tyler.
“How many keys will you need?” she asked.
“Just one,” Tyler said. She finished everything up and had Tyler sign. Tyler gave Ben his cards back.
“As she handed him the key she said, “There you go Mr. Davidson you’re in room 1054. The full kitchen is open until 11PM. After that there is a limited overnight room service menu until 5AM when breakfast starts. Your key will also get you access to the 24hr fitness center on the 2nd floor and the VIP lounge on the 11th floor.”
“Thank you,” Tyler said with a big smile.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked.
“I think I’m set,” Tyler said.
“Okay, the elevators are just around the corner. Have a nice night,” she said.
“Thank you,” Tyler smiled before heading off to the elevator with Ben in tow. He pressed the button for the 10th floor and in a moment he and Ben strolled into their room. It was pretty nice. There was a large sitting area just inside. A set of comfortable chairs and a couch circled a stone and glass coffee table. Large Chinese style lamps on heavy end tables provided lots of light. An enormous flat screen sat unobtrusively atop a low mahogany table against the far wall. On the other side of the room, an antique roll-top desk provided enough surface to write and easily accommodate a laptop. A set of French doors led to the bedroom where a deep blue duvet draped a king size bed piled with pillows. Another flat
screen sat atop a dresser across from the bed. On one side of the room sat a large armoire. The other side of the bedroom opened to a large en suite bathroom with dual sinks, a Jacuzzi tub and separate glassed in shower.
“Nice,” Tyler said as he looked around. Ben nodded in agreement.
“Do you want to lay on the bed then?” Ben asked.
“Relax Benji,” Tyler said. “We’ll get to the fun part soon enough.”
“I want to get this over with,” Ben complained.
Tyler dropped into one of the chairs. “Now see that’s the wrong attitude Benjamin.”
Ben crossed his arms stubbornly. “You always remind me how this is a punishment and it’s not supposed to be enjoyable.”
“I don’t expect you to enjoy it dumbass,” Tyler said.
“I just thought the point of coming here was I could do this. I didn’t know we were just going to put our feet up and relax,” Ben argued.
“Oh I guarantee we’re not leaving here until you’ve spent 8 hours licking my feet but if you’re going to be a dick about it then that’s going to put me in a bad mood. Wanna guess how much fun you’re gonna have when that happens?”
Ben put his hands up. “Okay. Fine. I’m sorry Tyler. I was just worried about the time.”
“Well I can help you with that,” Tyler said. “You let me worry about the time. Give me your watch.” He held out his hand, palm up. Ben reluctantly took off his watch and handed it to Tyler.
“ Very nice,” Tyler said as Ben watched him put it on his own wrist. He made a show of studying the time and announced, “Okay I think that the punishment for bitching about the time is a 30 minutes delayed start. Unless you want to bitch about that too and then we can just jump it to an hour.” Tyler looked at Ben expectantly.
“That will be fine,” Ben said evenly.
Tyler smiled in satisfaction. “Okay, I think I’ll watch a little TV then. Hand me that remote.” Ben retrieved the remote and handed it to Ben before sitting in the other chair to wait out the 30 minutes.
“Don’t get comfy,” Tyler said, “I liked your idea of putting my feet up and relaxing.”
“Oh do you want me to move the coffee table over?” Ben asked as he stood up.
“Nope,” Tyler grinned. “I want you to get on your hands and knees and play footstool.”
“Tyler…” Ben whined. Tyler’s only response was to point at the floor in front of him. Ben gritted his teeth and went over and got down where Tyler instructed. Tyler immediately propped his feet up on him. He didn’t even remove his shoes.
“That’s better,” Tyler smirked. “Now we can relax for 30 minutes, can’t we Benji?”
“Maybe you can,” Ben huffed from his uncomfortable position.
Tyler chuckled. “Well that’s what important isn’t?” He didn’t wait for Ben to respond as he flipped the TV on. “Now just chill while I watch some TV.” Ben resigned himself to waiting until Tyler was ready. Ben tried to pass the time by thinking about the paper he had to write. He figured if he could organize it in his head it would be that much easier later. He couldn’t see a clock from where he was at but it seemed like it had been a half hour.
Finally he just asked. “Um, Tyler has it been 30 minutes yet?” “What?” Tyler asked absently.
“Has it been 30 minutes?” Ben asked again.
This time Tyler spared a glance away from the TV. “Worrying about the time again?” “Come on Tyler,” Ben said with a scowl. “You said 30 minutes. My back hurts.” “Tired of being a footstool?” Tyler asked with a smile.
“Yes, very,” Ben said truthfully.
“Okay fine,” Tyler said taking his feet off Ben. “It’s been almost an hour anyway.” “That’s not fair!” Ben said hotly, “It was only supposed to be 30 minutes!”
Tyler shrugged, “What do you want me to do about it now?”
Ben took it as a real question even though Tyler had meant it rhetorically. “I think you should take 30 minutes off the foot licking.”
Tyler shook his head, “Nah I don’t think so. I’m still pissed you blew me off.”
Ben threw up his hands. “I already apologized for that several times and even after that you almost broke my hands just so you could prove how much stronger you are and then you made me kiss your feet anyway and I just had to put up with being treated like furniture and you’re still going to make me lick your feet for hours! Can’t you just cut it back to 7 hours or maybe even 6?” Ben asked hopefully.
“Two seconds ago you wanted me to give you credit for 30 minutes. Now you want 2 hours? Give me one good reason I would even think of doing that?” Tyler asked sarcastically.
Ben paused. He didn’t actually have any logical argument. He was just tired and wanted to be done with all these punishments.
Tyler looked at Ben’s watch which he was still wearing. “I’m still waiting for an answer Ben but take your time. I’ve got all night. Why don’t you get back down so I can put my feet up while you think about your answer.”
“My watch,” Ben said quickly. “What about it?” Tyler asked. “You can keep it,” Ben offered.
“Really?” Tyler said in surprise. “You’d just give it to me?” “Well,” Ben said, “I mean for shortening the time that is.”
“Oh,” Tyler said in understanding. “So you’re trying to bribe me huh?” “Come on Tyler,” Ben pleaded, “I’m just trying to make a deal.”
Tyler looked thoughtful and then said. “Okay, so let’s say you give me the watch and in return I knock off two hours. Would that make you happy?”
“Oh yeah,” Ben nodded. “How happy?” Tyler asked. “What do you mean?” Ben asked.
“Well it seems like if you want me to do you a favor and accept this watch and knock two hours off then you should ask real nice don’t you think?” Tyler suggested.
“Well, okay,” Ben said, “Will you please take the watch and take two hours off the time?”
Tyler chuckled. “If you’re gonna beg me for favors Benji you’re going to have to be a lot more convincing.” He pointed at his feet.
“Oh,” Ben said a little sadly, “I guess you want me to kiss them?”
Tyler smiled, “Sure, that sounds good. How about you kiss my feet and beg me to take the watch?”
Ben knelt down at Tyler’s feet. Before he could do anything, Tyler ordered, “Take off my shoes and socks. If you’re going to beg you might as well kiss my bare feet. You’ll be licking them anyways.”
“Of course Tyler,” Ben said as he unlaced his shoes and removed them and then peeled off his socks. When Tyler’s feet were bare, Ben bent down and kissed them and said, “Please take the watch Tyler and take off 2 hours.”
“Oh man that sucks,” Tyler complained, “If that’s the best you can do just forget it.”
“I’m sorry,” Ben apologized as he kissed Tyler’s feet again, “Please Tyler, please take two hours off.”
“Nope,” Tyler said shaking his head, “you were supposed to beg me to take to the watch not whine about time off. Fucking forget it.”
“No please Tyler!” Ben said as he repeatedly kissed his feet, “Please. I’m sorry. Please just take the watch. Please!”
When Tyler didn’t respond, Ben looked up expectantly.
Tyler shrugged. “I’m not convinced. Keep going. I’ll let you know when you’re done.” He let Ben grovel for 20 minutes before he finally said, “Okay fine, I guess I’ll cut you some slack. You only have to lick my feet for 6 hours tonight. How’s that sound?”
“Thank you Tyler,” Ben said getting to his knees.
“Thanks for the watch,” Tyler said with a smile.
“So do you want me to start now?” Ben asked tentatively.
“I was gonna call room service. I’ve got the munchies,” Tyler replied. “You can just do it later.”
“I’m not hungry Tyler,” Ben said. “We just ate. Can’t I just get this over with?”
Tyler grinned, “Fine. I’ll eat pizza and you can eat the dirt off my feet.” Ben looked nauseous and Tyler laughed. Tyler went ahead and ordered a pepperoni pizza for himself and a couple of bottles of beer. The kitchen told him it would take about 30 minutes.
“Okay, go ahead and move the coffee table so I can prop my feet up,” Tyler ordered. Ben quickly slid the coffee table over. “Get me a pillow,” Tyler added. Ben fetched one from the bed and Tyler stretched out his legs.
“Ok, get over there and get busy,” Tyler commanded as he looked at his new watch. “I’ll keep track of the time.”
Ben walked around and faced the soles of Tyler’s feet and immediately froze. They were almost black with dirt. When he’d kissed the soles of Tyler’s feet by the side of the road it had been too dark to see them clearly. Tyler noticed Ben’s expression and asked, “What?”
Ben winced. “They’re really dirty.”
Tyler looked at his the bottom of his right foot. “Oh, well yeah. I worked out twice today remember.” “But the dirt,” Ben protested.
“Well I was kind of pissed when I couldn’t get a hold of you,” Tyler explained, “so I kind of did everything barefoot today just to fuck’em up.”
“That’s not fair,” Ben whined.
“Probably not,” Tyler agreed, “but they’re already filthy so you might as well get started.”
“Can’t you just take a shower?” Ben asked.
“No,” Tyler said shaking his head, “And if you don’t want to lick them clean today then I’ll just skip tomorrow’s shower and they’ll just get funkier every day. So you might as well do it now or just give up completely because they’re not going to get any better.”
“Tyler please,” Ben pleaded.
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll walk all over campus barefoot,” Tyler mused, “God only knows what I’ll step in.”
“Okay, okay,” Ben said as he knelt down. “I’ll do it.” Tyler smirked. Ben closed his eyes and began licking Tyler’s very dirty feet. Tyler smiled in amusement and watched Ben for a few moments before flipping on the TV and relaxing while he waited for his pizza and it wasn’t too long before there was a knock at the door. Tyler ordered Ben to get it.
Tyler was grateful for the brief reprieve. He opened the door and a white jacketed waiter brought in a tray with Tyler’s pizza and beer. Ben signed the check and the waiter let himself out.
“You can bring it over here,” Tyler said. Ben spent the next few moments getting Tyler setup with his pizza and beer.
“Okay, I’m good,” Tyler said, “you can go back to licking my feet.”
“Okay,” Ben said dejectedly. He spent the next hour lapping Tyler’s grungy soles while Tyler finished off his pizza and watched TV.
“Okay, I’m tired,” Tyler said as he clicked off the TV and pulled his feet away from Ben’s tongue. “How ya doin’ on my feet?” he asked as he glanced at the bottom of one of his feet.
“Um okay,” Ben answered.
“Really?” Tyler said checking the other foot. “They don’t look very clean.”
“I’m trying,” Ben protested.
“Try harder,” Tyler said sternly.
“Yes Tyler,” Ben sighed.
Tyler stood up. “Where’s your tablet at?” Ben fetched it for him. “Cool,” he said as he stretched out on the bed.
“Do you want me to continue?” Ben asked.
Tyler gave him a pitying look, “What do you think?” Ben didn’t reply he just knelt at the foot of the bed and began licking Tyler’s feet. He was surprised about 10 minutes later when Tyler suddenly sat up and said, “Oh hey I forgot you’ve got an extra punishment coming.”
“What?!” Ben said jumping up.
Tyler grinned. “Don’t you remember the other night when you pissed me off. You were supposed to lick my feet afterwards but you were so tired you didn’t finish both of them. You wanted to go home and you said you’d accept whatever penalty I wanted.”
Ben suddenly remembered that was what he had said at the time.
“Tyler please…” he began.
“Those were your words dude,” Tyler said. “You wanted to go home in exchange for any penalty I wanted and so I let you go home. Now you’re going to bitch about the penalty?”
“I… guess not,” Ben said sadly. “What do I have to do?”
Tyler grinned. “I don’t know. I haven’t made up my mind yet.” He hopped up from the bed and stood in front of Ben. “I was thinking about having you lick my armpits. How’s that sound?”
“Disgusting,” Ben said with a shudder. “Please don’t make me do that. Just make me kiss your feet some more.”
“I’ve told you Benji,” Tyler said, “It’s not a punishment if you don’t mind it.”
“I know but can’t it be something else?” Ben asked. “Would you rather I kick you in the nuts again?” Tyler asked. “No!” Ben said quickly.
“The face then?” Tyler offered.
“I don’t want you to kick me at all,” Ben said vehemently.
“Well I’m going to pick something,” Tyler said. “We can make it something embarrassing instead. How about tomorrow you come by the frat and kiss my feet in front of all the guys. You’ll only even have to do it once.”
Ben paled at the thought. “Please Tyler. I can’t do that in front of anyone.”
Tyler crossed his arms. “Fine. Then we’ll arm wrestle again.”
Ben shook his head, “No Tyler I don’t…”
“That’s it!” Tyler snapped. “I’m not fucking asking you. I’m fucking telling you. You got that?” He poked a started Ben hard in the chest.
“Yes,” Ben said nervously.
“Now get on your knees,” Tyler ordered. Ben quickly dropped to his knees. He wasn’t sure what Tyler wanted but before he knew it, Tyler stepped back, raised his right leg and Ben suddenly felt Tyler’s foot slap him hard on the left cheek and then immediately slap his head back on the right side. His face stung as he blinked in surprised. It had all happened in less than a second.
“Ow!” Ben yelped as he rubbed the side of his face. “That really hurt Tyler!”
“That was the idea dumbass,” Tyler retorted.
“I mean it,” Ben griped, “You’re getting too rough.”
Tyler scowled and before Ben knew it the top of Tyler’s right foot slapped his face again and just as quickly the sole of the same foot came snapping back to smack his face in the other direction. Only this time it didn’t stop. Again the foot reversed direction and slammed into Ben’s face and just as quickly slapped it back again. Tyler did it once more. Six times in all without pausing he’d slapped Ben’s face back and forth with just his foot and it all happened before Ben even could even react.
“Dammit!” Ben yelled and the pain finally settled in.
“You think those little bitch slaps hurt?” Tyler growled, “I’m fucking playing with you dude. I could break every fucking bone in your body with just that foot. I could make you scream in fucking agony.”
“Oh god please no Tyler,” Ben pleaded.
Tyler ignored him and said, “You should be fucking grateful that all I’m doing is slapping your stupid face with my foot instead of crushing it.”
Ben could see Tyler was getting really angry and he panicked. He didn’t want a repeat of the other night.
“I’m sorry Tyler. You’re right of course,” Ben apologized. “Damn straight,” Tyler snapped.
“I promise I’ll try to do better,” Ben said. He said it just to mollify Tyler but Tyler took it literally.
“You better,” he warned sternly before his foot flew towards Ben’s face and slapped it even harder back and forth. He didn’t do it multiple times but it definitely hurt more. Ben would have yelled but he was too in shock and so both he and Tyler were silent: Ben in confused pain and Tyler impatiently waiting.
After about 10 seconds Tyler glared at Ben and said, “What the fuck dude? You just said you were going to try better?”
“Try what?” Ben said at a complete loss.
Tyler clenched his teeth and said, “I’m going to make this simple. You’re either going to convince me how fucking grateful you are that all I did was slap your face around with my foot or you’re going to need a fucking ambulance.”
Ben’s eyes flew open wide, “Oh I’m sorry I di…” His reply was cut off as Tyler’s foot cracked against the side of his face. Ben felt his head get batted back and forth by Tyler’s amazingly strong foot. Ben wasn’t even sure how many times it was. At least six. Maybe eight or ten. Tyler’s foot just whipped back and forth slapping his face. He got dizzy. His ears were ringing and then it stopped. He looked up to see Tyler glaring at him.
“Well?” Tyler asked menacingly.
“Thank you,” Ben said groggily.
“Tell me why you’re thanking me Benji,” Tyler prompted.
“Thank you for just ummm kicking me like uh slapping you know and not like something worse….” Ben fumbled badly.
“How about you just say, ‘thanks for smacking your foot in my face’,” Tyler said.
It sounded like a joke but Ben knew Tyler wasn’t really joking and that he really wanted Ben to say it. “Thanks for smacking your foot in my face,” Ben said humbly.
Tyler slid his right foot forward. “It will probably seem more sincere if you repeat it while you’re kissing the foot that did it.”
Ben meekly bent down and kissed Tyler’s bare right foot. “Thanks for smacking your foot in my face.” He kissed his foot again. “Thanks for smacking your foot in my face.” Tyler let him go on for about 10 minutes. Ben got back to his knees and looked up at Tyler.
“Okay my foot in your face was the first part,” Tyler said. Ben suddenly saw stars and crumpled forward as Tyler’s foot slammed into his groin.
“That’s the second part,” Tyler said smugly as Ben moaned. “Since I’m feeling generous I won’t make you thank me for busting your nuts.” Tyler waited until Ben recovered enough to sit up. Ben was in pain but didn’t say anything he’d regret. He looked up at Tyler.
“For the third part you’re going to give me your tablet,” Tyler informed him.
“Give it to you?” Ben asked.
“Yeah. I like it so that’s part of the penalty. You can just give it to me. Got a problem with that?” Tyler asked.
Ben hesitated before answering. “Well, no. I guess not. I was thinking about upgrading to the new model anyway.”
“Oh, there’s a newer one?” Tyler asked. Ben nodded. “Okay, then you can just buy me that one.”
Ben’s mouth dropped open a little in surprised. Tyler shrugged. “You can afford it.”
“Okay,” Ben said submissively.
“I know you’re probably hoping this penalty is over so you can go back to licking my feet but since you pissed me off I decided you might as well go ahead and do the armpits anyway.”
“Please Tyler no,” Ben said.
“I was just going to make you lick them each once,” Tyler said, “but now I’m thinking more like 5 minutes each would be better.”
“I can’t do it,” Ben gasped.
“You know every time you argue I’m just going to add more time,” Tyler said with a malicious grin. “Now you can work on each one for 10 minutes. Wanna try for 15?”
“Tyler please,” Ben begged, “It’s too much. I’m not going to do that.”
“That’s 15. Do I hear 30?” Tyler asked calmly. “Think hard before you say anything stupid Benji. I worked out twice today and I haven’t had a shower.”
Ben hung his head. There was no stopping Tyler. He just never gave up. Never gave in.
“Right then,” Tyler said as he stretched out on the bed and put his hands behind his head. “Get started.”
Ben moved robotically. Tyler routinely shaved under his armpits and there was very little hair but there was no end of sweat built up from the two workouts he’d had that day. Ben struggled not to gag. It wasn’t dirty like Tyler’s feet but the sweat was so much more intense.
After an eternity, Ben heard Tyler say, “Okay Benji you can lick my other armpit clean now.” Ben switched sides. When he was finally finished Tyler grinned broadly and said, “Okay well I guess you’ve had enough armpit sweat for now. Go enjoy some nice foot sweat for a change.” Ben crawled down to the foot of the bed and began licking Tyler’s feet. Tyler glanced at his watch, “You can stop around 4:00AM Benji. Then you can go work on your paper. Wake me around 8:00AM.”
“Yes Tyler,” Ben said sadly
