Thank you everyone for the comments!! I wasn't expecting such a positive response. Also sorry for not being around for the last couple days, I was having some real-life bondage fun
To make it up, I'll post the next three chapters.
Enjoy!!!
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A STEPBROTHER’S SUB PART III
Joe started to push off one of his boots with the other, and as soon as it did, the stench of his sweaty feet overwhelmed my nose. I tried turning away but he put his shoe over my face and rested his socked foot over it. I was just lying on the floor, forced to inhale the sweaty aroma from him working all day while he relaxed and played videogames. But I was loving every second, taking in the musky and sweaty stench through slow, deep sniffs. Eventually Joe removed the shoe off my face and kicked off his other one, planting one foot on my face and the other on my hard cock, making me immediately moan out.
“How’s it smell?”
“So amazing sir!!”
“Yeah you like being my foot bitch, don’t you?” Joe said, pressing down hard on my face and crotch with his sweaty socked feet.
“I do!! I love it so much sir!”
“Haha I can tell, you pathetic little foot fag. Your cock is begging to come out, isn’t it? You love sniffing my smelly shoes and sweaty socks that much, fag?”
“I do! And yes sir! So badly sir ! I love sniffing them so much!” I cried out, rubbing my face underneath his foot and trying to wrap my mouth around his toes. Joe laughed and slapped my face with his foot.
“Haha fucking fag! How badly do you want those socks in your mouth?”
“So badly sir! I’ll do anything!”
“Oh really?”
Joe removed his foot from my face and body, and I saw with his phone facing me. He had been recording the whole exchange. I cried out and turned away, embarrassed and red-faced.
“Don’t worry, fag. I’m not going to send this to anyone, I promise. It’s just to document this special occasion,” he said reassuringly. I nodded, and he continued on.
“Okay fag, here’s the deal: I’ll let you suck on my socks right now, but only if you become my foot bitch. Whenever we’re alone, or when our parents go to bed, you have to do what I say. Be my footrest, give me a foot rub, suck on my socks, hell maybe even worship my feet if you’re fucking lucky. I’ll give you my socks too, so you can take my foot stench with you when you head back to school. And of course, we’ll have you all tied up. How’s that sound, fag?”
“Oh my God, yes sir!! I’ll be your foot bitch!!” I exclaimed, barely letting him finish his proposal.
“Haha what good little fag! Okay, repeat after me: I, Bobby, agree to be Master Joe’s foot bitch and will obey his every command” he said, holding the recording phone to my face as I repeated it back to him.
“Perfect. Now if you renege, I’ll post this on my snap.”
“Wait no—” I started to yell out, panicking. But just as I spoke, he pulled off his dirty white ankle socks and stuffed them into my mouth. I immediately moaned out, my tastebuds being overwhelmed by the sweat and dirt of his socks. Joe put his phone down, grabbing the roll of tape and wrapping tape around my head and mouth several times, ensuring that the socks were tightly sealed. He then put a few strips under my chin, preventing me from moving my jaw. He really was good with tape, like really good. He was so fluid with his actions, and him taping under my chin made me think he knew more about all of this than he was letting on. Joe grabbed his phone again and started recording.
“How do my sweaty socks taste, fag?”
“Mmphh,” I moaned back.
“You love having them in your mouth? The sweat dripping down your throat?” he asked, smirking at me. I nodded enthusiastically.
“Haha God you’re so pathetic! Dude, my friends are gonna love this!”
“Mmphh-mmphh!!” I tried to cry out, struggling against the tape.
“Relax fag, I won’t send it to them,” he said, lightly slapping my face. He put the phone down and sat back down on the couch, placing his bare feet on my face. For the next few hours, Joe rubbed his sweaty soles all over my face, dragged his toes across my gagged face, and clamped his toes on my nose. I had no choice but to inhale the sweaty stink of his feet and take in deep sniffs, not that I was complaining. His socks smelled worse than his feet, but both were so intoxicating, with the taste and smell of his sweaty feet after a long day at work driving me nuts. Joe seemed like he was enjoying it too, moaning out and taking deep breaths as he felt the air flow between his toes. I even thought I caught a glimpse of a bulge underneath the jeans he wore, but it was hard to focus with his pinkish soles rubbing all over my face. After what seemed like hours, Joe pulled his feet off, looking down at me with a big grin.
“Dude I’m getting tired, but it feels so nice having you at my feet. Do you want to stay like that for the night?”
“Mmphh!!” I nodded enthusiastically.
“Sweet! Not that you really had much of a choice, fag.”
He got up and lifted me onto the couch, which was one of those L couches. He put me on the L part, so that I was perpendicular with the regular part of the couch. He put a small pillow under my head and then plopped down on the couch, with his bare feet extended to my face. He pulled some sheets over himself and on me.
“How’s that smell, fag?”
“Mmphh-mmphh!!”
“Bet you’d love to fall asleep to my sweaty foot stench, yeah?” he said, lightly slapping my face with his feet.
“Mmphh-mmphh!!!”
“Haha damn right! Well then sleep tight! Because you’re in for a crazy weekend!!”
Joe fell asleep not long after, and he was such a heavy sleeper. I was moving around and groaning but it didn’t seem to faze him. Throughout the night, I switched between putting my face against his soles and toes, breathing in his foot stench, and turning away to get more fresh air. I still couldn’t believe that I was in this situation. Not only were my deepest secrets discovered, but my stepbrother was the one who found them out, and hours later, I ended up taped up, gagged with my stepbrother’s socks, and sleeping at his feet. It honestly wasn’t even a fantasy of mine. I had seen his feet and socks during family vacations, but I never really thought much of it, mainly because my eyes were really on a coworker at the camp I worked at and our stepsister’s boyfriend, Jake, whom I’ve had a crush on since I first met him.
I doubted that anything would really happen with those two, and now I would never be able to not think about my stepbrother’s feet. I was his foot bitch now, his foot fag. I submitted to him so quickly when he proposed the deal, I practically said yes before he finished! And now he had video proof of me sniffing his feet, begging to be his foot bitch, being gagged and of me enjoying everything that was happening. Joe said he wasn’t going to send it to anyone, but then he threatened to post it. He probably was kidding, but there was no going back now. I was at his mercy.
‘It is what it is now, might as well get some enjoyment out it,’ I thought to myself. The most frustrating part was the throbbing tent in my gym shorts. I finally understood that it really was torture being tied up and unable to jerk off. I tried pulling my hands free, but they were secured by the tape. I then flipped over onto my stomach and started rubbing against the couch. Turning my head to Joe’s feet, which were surprisingly still just as smelly and sweaty, I was able to fuel my horniness with his sweaty feet. It didn’t take very long to cum, and it was kind of nice not having to worry about cleaning myself up. After a couple minutes, I rolled back over, finally exhausted, nuzzled my face into Joe’s feet, and fell asleep……
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A STEPBROTHER'S SUB PART IV
I woke up to Joe pressing his feet to my face. The smell wasn’t as strong as the previous night, but it still made me horny as ever. He was rubbing his feet all over my face, and I’d catch a glimpse of him looking over at me and smiling. I noticed he had his phone out, taking pictures and videos of me gagged while I sniffed his feet. I moaned out to him, but he just laughed and slapped my face with his foot.
“How’d you sleep, fag?” he asked as he held my nose with his toes.
“Mmphh-mmphh!!”
“Haha I bet. Do you want out?”
I nodded and he proceeded to undo the tape binding my body, allowing me to finally stretch and move. With my body feeling so sore and tired, I quickly realized that being tied up for hours was exhausting. I started to undo my gag, but he pushed my hand away. When I moaned back, he grabbed my face hard.
“I decide when you’re gagged or not, got it fag?, he said sternly. I nodded back apprehensively, taken aback by his aggressiveness, but he quickly laughed and lightly slapped my face.
“Haha I’m just fucking with you, you should’ve seen your face dude,” he laughed back. The fact that he could switch like that was just something else. I just couldn’t get a read on him, and I couldn’t tell if he was doing it for the sake of me or if he actually enjoyed all of this. Eventually I unraveled the tape around my mouth, with Joe pulled his socks out of my mouth when they were finally exposed.
“Damn, these guys are soaked! I guess I don’t need to wash them anymore since that’ll be your job now!” he said, jokingly pushing me back. I smiled and nodded, rubbing my sore face and jaw.
“So honestly, how was it? How’d I do?” he asked as we sat back on the couch.
“It…it was amazing! I’ve wanted to experience that for so long, I just never thought it’d happen like this.”
“Haha yeah I really just went for it, didn’t I? Was that okay? I know I was calling you names, but you know I don’t mean that, right?” he said, looking at me with a nervous and almost regretful expression.
“No, it was great! And Joe, it’s all good. I know you, so I was never worried about it…I kinda enjoyed it.”
“Haha you’re sick, you know that?” he laughed. I grinned back and shrugged my shoulders.
“Hey and I know I took some pics and vids of you, but I’m never going to send them to anyone. I promise.”
“I know. But thanks, I really appreciate it.”
He gave me a fist-bump and then headed upstairs to go shower. I followed him up and headed to my room, laying on my bed and thinking about the night before. I was so happy that my secret was out and with someone that I felt I could trust, especially after Joe reassured me of it being private. But I was also more intrigued by Joe, who kept saying that he really wasn’t into any of it. But he seemed like such a natural when he took control: he knew what to say and what to do to make me submit, and there didn’t seem to be any question or doubt. And I think Joe loved having me at his feet, it was like my taking in deep sniffs of his feet and toes was a massage for him; in fact, I could’ve sworn that he was actually turned on by the whole experience too. And with the friend with the suspected foot fetish and the hazing of his teammates, these thoughts must have crossed his mind before.
After a few minutes, I heard him leave the bathroom and yell out that the shower was all mine. I went in and got cleaned up, remembering that I never got to shower after my jog last night, making the hot soapy water even more satisfying. When I got out, he heard Joe in his room, yelling and laughing, probably gaming with friends. I put on a T-shirt and some grey sweatpants and headed downstairs to get some food and watch some TV, but I was too distracted by Joe, his feet, and having been tied up. I just wanted to be tied up while he hung out down here, using me as a footrest.
Over the next few hours, he would come downstairs every now and then to grad food or drinks; sometimes we chatted, other times he was in a rush to get back to his room. I noticed that he too was wearing T-shirt and sweatpants, as well as socks and his pair of Nike slides. The socks were white, but had a greyish tint, probably because he hadn’t washed them in a while either; when he was headed back upstairs at one point, he noticed me staring and gave me a wink, making me turn away blinking. Around 1pm, Joe came back down, having changed into some gym shorts and a shirt, with the same unwashed pair of white athletic socks and sneakers on his feet.
“How’s it going?” he asked, sitting down next to me.
“Okay I guess, just hanging out.”
“Fun haha. So, I’m meeting up with some friends for a workout session, and since I’ll be gone for a bit, I figured I’d leave you in a more comfortable position,” he said, smirking at me. I smiled and nodded to his proposal……
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A STEPBROTHER'S SUB PART V
“Sweet, one sec,” Joe said as he went downstairs to grab the duct tape. After a couple minutes, he came back up with a medium sized box, opening it up to reveal so many rolls and varieties of tape. I was stunned and even more excited, and he must’ve noticed because he started giggling.
“Haha yeah you know when I mentioned about the ‘fun’ we have with the freshman players,” he asked me as I nodded, “well I’m the tape keeper for the team, for when we tape up the freshman for initiation, or any player who sucks or gives us attitude.”
“Wow I didn’t realize how much I was missing out from not playing sports.”
“Yeah it depends on the sport I guess. I tried it with some of the guys on track, but they were not digging it haha. But it’s all pretty chill stuff, just taping them up after practice for an hour or two. Nothing like the stuff you’re into, fag. Now stand up and put your hands behind your back.”
I obeyed, and he crossed my wrists and wrapped them in several layers of black tape. He had me sit down and lean against the couch.
“Is that comfortable? You able to sit like that for a bit?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s perfect!”
He pulled me back up and taped my chest. After making me sit again, he proceeded to tape up my thighs, shins and ankles. He then lifted me over his shoulders and put me on the ottoman that was on the other side of the living room. There I was, all taped up with my legs stretched out, leaving my socked feet exposed for some light brushing by his fingertips.
“NOOO!!! PLEASE DON’T!!” I begged as I laughed, trying to pull my feet away.
“Haha so you’re ticklish? That’s good to know,” Joe said as he started peeling off my black ankle socks. He took a sniff and made a face.
“Damn dude when was the last time you washed these?”
I blushed. Not having clean socks, I had grabbed the same pair of socks I wore yesterday when I went running, the same ones that I slept in with my shoes still on. He got closer to me, with the socks in his hand.
“Wait no, please! I haven’t washed those socks yet, plea—” Joe cut me off and stuffed the socks in my mouth. They weren’t as bad as his, but I could still taste the sweat of my own feet. He quickly wrapped my mouth with the tape, and soon all that came out were muffled cries. He stepped back to admire his work and noticed how excited I was.
“God you really are a horny little fag. Even your own socks turn you on.”
I moaned back, but he just laughed. He then took out a bandana and blindfolded me. I tried crying out, but he just ruffled my hair.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Joe said, reassuring me, “I know that anime you watch just released a new season and you’ve been wanting to see it so badly. But I guess listening to it will have to do.”
He laughed. I moaned back, grunting at him, but it made no difference. It was weird not being able to see, but it made me even hornier. I heard him grab his stuff and walk out of the room.
“Okay, sit tight, fag. I’ll be back in a couple hours. Maybe after we work out, I’ll bring my friends over. They enjoyed the show you put on for me, and they’ve been dying to meet you so you can clean their socks too.”
“MMPHH-MMPHH!!” I tried yelling back. I couldn’t believe that his friends knew. He promised that it would stay between us, and I thought I could trust him. I wondered if he sent them the picture and videos he had, or maybe he just told them about me. Either way, I wasn’t happy. But there was nothing I could do, and once again, I was completely at his mercy.
“Relax, it’ll be a good time. And by the way, Jake has to come grab some books he left over here. I told him that I’d leave the door unlocked for him and that the books are by the ottoman in the living room. So have fun!”