Important trigger warning: Physical and mental abuse and violence. If you are offended by these elements, DO NOT read this story.
As he watched Ben grovel before him and kiss his feet, Tyler felt a rush of triumphant satisfaction. He couldn’t believe Ben had mouthed off to him like that but Tyler had made him pay for that. He wasn’t done yet though. Tyler was just making sure Ben had plenty of time to kiss his feet and regret messing with him.
“Bet you’re real sorry you pissed me off now aren’t ya Benji?” Tyler taunted.
“Yes Tyler,” Ben whimpered. “I’m very, very sorry.” He kissed Tyler’s feet again.
“You’re fucking lucky I didn’t break every bone in your body,” Tyler lectured. “I took it easy on you.” “Yes Tyler, I’m sorry” Ben said as he groveled.
“Stand up,” Tyler ordered. Ben painfully got to his feet. “Take off your shirt.”
Ben was too afraid to say no so he unbuttoned the short sleeve shirt he was wearing and took if off. Tyler snatched the shirt from his hand and tossed it aside. He stood up and stood toe to toe with Ben, his muscular bare chest just inches from Ben’s. Tyler was taller so Ben had to look up at him.
“Look at me,” Tyler demanded. “Do I look weak to you?”
“No,” Ben said softly.
“That’s right,” Tyler said. “I’m bigger than you and I’m stronger than you.”
“Y...y…yes Tyler,” Ben stammered.
“So why would a fucking pathetic, runt like you start talking shit to someone who could rip your fucking head off?” Tyler asked.
“I’m sorry,” Ben said sincerely. “It was a mistake.”
“You’re damn right it was a mistake,” Tyler snapped. “I could crush you with one hand,” he said as he curled his right arm and flexed.
“I know Tyler,” Ben said as he rubbed his jaw.
Tyler chuckled. “Nah, that’s just what my foot can do. How’d you like it if I showed you what I could do to your face with my fist?”
Ben paled. “N…n….no that’s okay. I believe you.”
“I don’t give a fuck whether you believe me or not,” Tyler scoffed. “Sit down and I’ll show you.” He pointed to a chair at the small oak table near the window.
“Please Tyler,” Ben whined.
“Shut up and sit down,” Tyler ordered. Ben wisely did as he was told and Tyler sat directly across from him and put his right elbow on the table and opened his palm. “Why don’t I show you all the fun you missed out one since the guys didn’t arm wrestle the other night?”
Ben knew Tyler wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He knew Tyler wanted to demonstrate just how much stronger he was. Ben knew he couldn’t win but Tyler wouldn’t be satisfied until he beat him so Ben put his arm on the table.
Tyler grinned and his much larger hand clamped down on Ben’s. “On the count on 3 then. One…two…three.” Tyler instantly slammed Ben’s hand down.
“You didn’t even try!” Tyler accused.
“Yeah I did,” Ben protested even though he really hadn’t. “You’re stronger Tyler.”
“I fucking know I’m stronger dumbass,” Tyler jeered, “but you have to at least try.” He put his arm up again.
“That’s okay, you won,” Ben said.
“You want to flip that coin again?” Tyler threatened.
“Oh please no,” Ben pleaded.
“Then fucking arm wrestle me pussy,” Tyler growled, “and you better fucking put everything you got into it.”
Ben nervously put his arm up on the table again and Tyler firmly grasped his hand. “One…two…three.” And Ben’s hand slammed into the table.
“Owwww!” Ben groaned.
After multiple times, Ben whined, “Please Tyler I… I give up.”
“I don’t care,” Tyler said with a shrug.
“Huh?” Ben said in puzzlement.
“I said I don’t fucking care,” Tyler said with a smirk. “The fun’s not over until I say so fuckwad so stop bitching and just take it.”
Ben realized Tyler didn’t want to beat him at arm wrestling. There was never any question of that. Tyler was just doling out more punishment. He thought about protesting but was believed Tyler’s threat about making him flip the coin again. He’d had enough of Tyler’s foot in his face and his balls.
Tyler grinned as Ben slowly put his hand on the table again. Over and over Tyler slammed Ben’s hand down against the oak table. He didn’t have to. It wasn’t like he had to put any effort into arm wrestling Ben. No matter how Ben tried Tyler’s arm never gave an inch. He was so strong he could have just slowly pushed Ben’s arm down without even trying. He slammed Ben’s hand down each time because he wanted to make it hurt. It did.
Neither Ben nor Tyler kept count. Tyler was busy texting and as far as Ben knew they might as well have arm wrestled 100 times. In reality it had only been 44 times when Tyler finally stopped and looked up from his phone. Ben’s face was a mixture of pain and despair. There was sweat on his forehead. His bottom lip was quivering.
“You don’t look so good Benji,” he teased. “Have you had enough?”
“Y…yes,” Ben croaked.
“Would you rather I just let you go back to kissing my feet?” Tyler offered.
Ben nodded.
Tyler shrugged and let go of Ben’s hand, “Okay.” He went back to texting. Ben sighed in relief and then crawled under the table and began kissing Tyler’s feet. After about 10 minutes, Tyler said, “It’s almost midnight and I wanna go to bed. You understand now why it was a mistake to fuck with me?”
“Yes Tyler,” Ben said weakly. “I’m very, very sorry.”
“You’re going to be very nice to me from now on aren’t you?” Tyler asked.
“Oh god yes Tyler,” Ben assured him.
“Okay you can stop kissing my feet and get up,” Tyler said. “I’m going to bed.”
Ben clambered to his feet. “Thank you Tyler. I’m really sorry I made you mad.”
“Just don’t forget that,” Tyler said as he stretched out on the bed.
“I won’t” Ben promised.
“Okay then I guess I’ll let you get some sleep tonight,” Tyler said.
“Thank you Tyler,” Ben said as he turned to the door.
“Oh you’re not going anywhere yet Benji,” Tyler laughed. “You’ve still got some feet to lick.”
Ben’s shoulders drooped but he turned around and said, “Sure Tyler, if that’s what you want.”
“I only played basketball with the guys because you’re the one who wanted to get all the feet licking out of the way,” Tyler reminded him. “You’re not going to piss me off again are you? I’m fucking tired and if I have to get up to kick your ass again you’ll wish you’d never been born.”
“Please don’t be mad Tyler,” Ben pleaded as he knelt at the foot of the bed. “I’ll do it right now so you can get some sleep.”
“I’m going to sleep anyway,” Tyler said. “You can just lick’em while I sleep. ”
“Sure Tyler,” Ben said even though he was exhausted himself. He didn’t want to do anything to make Tyler angry.
“How long did you do it for when I stopped by after the gym?” Tyler asked sleepily.
“Um… it was like two hours,” Ben answered.
“Okay then get started on my right foot. You’ve got two hours,” Tyler ordered.
“Yes Tyler,” Ben said as he began licking Tyler’s grungy sole.
“And then when you’ve licked that one for two hours you can do the left one for two hours okay?” Tyler continued.
“Yes Tyler,” Ben agreed sadly. He wasn’t looking forward to 4 hours on his knees licking Tyler’s sweaty feet clean but he’d rather lick Tyler’s feet than get hurt by them.
“You can go home when you’re done,” Tyler said just before he fell asleep.
Ben could have left as soon as Tyler fell asleep. He didn’t. Even though there was only a slight possibility that Tyler would wake up in the next four hours, that was too much. He didn’t even want to imagine what Tyler would do to him if he found out Ben had disobeyed him. And so, while Tyler slumbered, Ben licked his feet. He spent the first two hours just licking Tyler’s right foot. Using only his tongue, it took him 30 minutes to clean all the dirt and sweat off Tyler’s foot and that included getting in between all his toes. But Tyler had ordered him to spend two hours on his right foot before starting on his left one so Ben kept licking Tyler’s right foot for another 90 minutes. Now that it was clean it wasn’t all that bad but it was boring and he was tired. When there were only 15 minutes left, he started to get queasy. He‘d gotten so used to the taste of Tyler’s clean foot that he dreaded the thought of having to tackle Tyler’s filthy left foot but when the two hours was up he switched over. He gagged a little at the first lick as he tongue was covered in the dirt and sweat from Tyler’s foot but he kept going. It took him 45 minutes to clean the left foot and the he just settled into a rhythm to finish out the last hour and 15 minutes.
It was about this time that Tyler woke up. His eyes blinked in the darkness but he just lay there groggily. He became aware of someone tickling, no licking, his foot. He didn’t pull away. It felt nice. He remembered Ben. He remembered Ben pissing him off and he remembered telling Ben to lick his feet. He relaxed silently and let Ben continue. He wasn’t going to let him off the hook. Stupid fucker shouldn’t have messed with him.
As Ben lapped at his feet, Tyler got an idea. A few days ago he had accidently kicked Ben in the face. Tyler decided Ben was going to have another accident. Still pretending to sleep he twitched his left foot. Ben paused for a few seconds and then continued licking. Tyler waited a few minutes and then twitched his foot again. Again, Ben hesitated a bit before continuing. Tyler waited about 10 minutes this time and then quickly pulled his left foot back just a bit and then slammed it into Ben’s face. He didn’t do it as hard as he could have or he’d have done some serious damage. Still, he didn’t just push his foot in Ben’s face. He kicked him hard enough to knock him back onto the floor. Tyler heard Ben crash backwards and utter a small sharp cry of pain. Tyler pretended to stretch in his sleep and then lay still. He wanted to see what Ben would do. A minute passed and Ben was still on the floor. Tyler figured Ben would slink out of the room but after another minute Ben got to his knees and then Tyler felt Ben’s tongue on his left foot again. Tyler was only a little annoyed that Ben hadn’t given up. He was enjoying having Ben grovel.
After another 10 minutes, Tyler realized he had to take a piss so he pretended to wake up. “Oh hey,” Tyler said as he got up. “You still here?”
“Yes Tyler,” Ben said quietly.
“Back in a sec,” Tyler said as he headed down the hall to the bathroom. When he returned, he flipped on the light and saw Ben was still kneeling at the foot of the bed. He glanced at the clock.
“When are you supposed to be done?” he asked.
“In another hour,” Ben said.
Tyler sat on the bed. “My feet clean?”
“Yes sir,” Ben said. “I mean, I finished the right one like you said but I’m still working on the left one.” Tyler lifted his leg and looked at his left sole. “It looks clean.”
“Yes sir,” Ben said, “But you said two hours so I still have another hour to go. I’ll finish, I promise Tyler.” “Man, kicked in the face and you’re still good to go huh?” Tyler joked knowingly.
“I kept licking your feet Tyler, I swear!” Ben insisted.
“I meant earlier when I made you flip that coin. What’re you talking about?” Tyler asked feigning ignorance.
“Oh it’s okay Tyler,” Ben quickly assured him. “I’m not complaining or anything. It just surprised me. I went right back to licking Tyler. Please don’t be mad.”
“Oh, I kicked you in my sleep again didn’t I?” Tyler asked rhetorically. “It looks kind of red.”
“It’s okay Tyler,” Ben claimed. “Just please let me finish licking your feet.”
“You really learned your lesson didn’t ya?” Tyler laughed.
Ben crawled over before Tyler and kissed his feet. “Yes Tyler. I’m sorry Tyler.”
“Well that’s good,” Tyler said. “It’s cool then.”
“Yes Tyler, you’re cool,” Ben agreed.
Tyler chuckled, “Well yeah I am but I said ‘it’s cool’. I mean we’re cool okay.”
Ben stopped kissing Tyler’s feet for a second. “Um Tyler, what do you mean ‘we’re cool’?”
Tyler shrugged. “I mean you pissed me off, you got your ass kicked and now we’re cool.”
Ben looked so confused, “You’re not mad?”
“Not any more,” Tyler said. “Like I said, we’re cool. Friends okay?”
“You… don’t hate me?” Ben asked incredulously.
Tyler laughed, “Why would you think I hate you?”
“You were so angry,” Ben explained, “and then you kicked me and everything and I thought…”
“Look Ben,” Tyler explained. “I enjoy hanging out with you but just because we’re friends doesn’t mean I’m going to let you mouth off to me so yeah I kicked your ass. But you learned your lesson and it’s over.”
Friends. Ben couldn’t believe it. Tyler said they were friends. His idea of friendship was bizarre.
“Now I need to hit the sack if I’m going to hit the gym at 6AM for you,” Tyler announced.
“For me?” Ben asked in surprise.
Tyler held up his foot so that Ben could see the sole. “Yeah, remember you begged me to do two workouts tomorrow and get these puppies nice and sweaty for you so you could get all your foot licking out of the way today.”
“Oh yeah,” Ben said. “So I still have to…?”
“Of course,” Tyler nodded as he put his foot down.
Ben was so tired of being at Tyler’s feet. “That’s okay, Tyler,” Ben said, “you don’t have to get up early for me.”
“No worries dude,” Tyler said.
“I’m serious Tyler. I’m really tired. I just want to sleep,” Ben said.
Tyler shrugged, “That’s cool. I was just doing it for you.”
“I know,” Ben said, “and I appreciate it but after earlier… I mean I don’t want to… I just mean…”
“I get it dude,” Tyler said. “You’re probably sick of licking my feet aren’t you?”
Ben nodded, “Yes Tyler. I just want to forget all this and go home and sleep.”
“Yeah, I’m beat too,” Tyler said standing up. “Now stand up.”
“Oh damn,” Ben exclaimed fearing the worst, “Tyler please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry.” He immediately began kissing Tyler’s feet.
“Relax,” Tyler laughed. “I wasn’t going to hurt you. I was just going to give you a hug.”
“Oh!” Tyler brightened as he got to his feet.
Tyler put his hand on Ben’s shoulder. “Sorry I had to put the hurt on you earlier buddy but you know you deserved it. Now gimme a hug to show me there’s no hard feelings.” Ben was so relieved he didn’t even think about his cracked rib before Tyler wrapped him in a tight hug.
“Ah...Ahhh! Tyler! Stop!” he gasped urgently. Tyler quickly let go.
“Oh shit dude,” Tyler said sheepishly. “Sorry about that. Totally forgot about that.”
“Th… that’s okay…” Ben mumbled.
“Man, you really have had a rough night haven’t you?” Tyler commented.
“Yes, that’s why I just want to sleep,” Ben said.
“You can crash here if you want,” Tyler offered as he stretched out on his bed. “I’m just going back to sleep.”
“That’s okay,” Ben said. “I just want to go back to my dorm room and collapse.”
“Suit yourself,” Tyler said. “You don’t mind turning off the light do you?”
“Of course Tyler,” Ben said as he flicked the switch by the door and plunged the room into darkness. “Good night.”
“Night Ben,” Tyler said sleepily.
Ben turned and put his hand on the door knob.
“Just let yourself out quietly when you’re finished with my foot,” Tyler finished.
Ben froze and let out a little whimper.
“Are you okay?” Tyler asked.
“Can I please just go home Tyler?” Ben pleaded without turning around.
“You mean now?” Tyler asked. “Before you finish?”
“Please Tyler,” Ben whined, “please I’m so tired.”
“But you were supposed to do each foot for two hours,” Tyler protested. “My left foot only got an hour.”
“I’ll do it tomorrow,” Ben promised
“I dunno,” Tyler hesitated.
“Oh god please Tyler,” Ben begged. “Just let me go home now and I’ll accept whatever penalty you want.”
“Okay Ben,” Tyler said generously. “Go get some sleep. I’ll see you later.”
“Thank you Tyler,” Ben almost sobbed in relief as he headed out the door. Tyler fell asleep with a big smile on his face.
