Erick sent the message to his online chat mate, Kyle. Erick found himself in a very particular situation as he hadn’t found many people online that were really into his kind of fetish. Even worse was that Erick was picky about who it was. He had a thing for femboys, very cute ones in fact. Erick had been traveling the web for months and many chat rooms, getting catfished or trolled leaving him wanting for the desired content he craved. He was getting to the point that he was about to give up, that was till Kyle showed up like an angel from heaven. Kyle was Erick’s perfect partner to play with. Cute and sexy, Kyle knew all the things to say and do that turned Erick on. Kyle would role play some dark fantasies that Erick carved the most in his life. Something about a cute girly boy just being a pure top to him, forcing him to be a bottom. Being a boss and bullying him into submission, dominating his whole life with that sexy body of his. Hell, Kyle did a whole role play of just using his feet to rub Erick off while he was tied down to a bed. That was probably one of the biggest fetishes he had right now.

It was nice sharing his fetish and desires with someone so understanding and open too, which led Erick onto the next step of this online relationship. Erick couldn’t take anymore chatting, and he needed to see, he wanted pictures. It was simple, he needed Kyle to send feet pics….

A simple request, a harmless and possible funny demand for his online friend. Something he could laugh off if it sounded weird or possibly creepy, not that roleplaying as a femdom boy dominating him wasn’t in some way weird or creepy. So the next logical step for Erick was to ask the online friend if they could send some actual pictures, sexy feet pictures to be more exact.

It didn’t take long before Erick was subjected to several sexy smooth stompers belonging to his role playing friend. These were heavenly images from a fellow fine foot loving person. The toes and angle to the pictures were all that Erick needed to enjoy. Some with the toenails painted, others with no paint, one with stockings on, and another wearing sandals. Erick was in heaven as he jerked off more times than he could count to those feminine like feet. He never once questioned who they belonged to, just the idea of Kyle sending some sexy foot stuff was enough to get Erick in the mood and enough to finish. It had to have been a week since Erick last responded after Kyle gave him those images.

Erick thought just seeing those feet would be enough, but sadly after a few weeks, his urges grew. Like a cancer growing larger after untreated, Ericks cravings expanded and demanded more. He HAD to see the real thing in person, if not just for a moment. He could only beg Kyle to send a video recording of his toes, but that seemed to be the fine line that Kyle drew.

Heartbroken and devastated at his online friend refusing to give a video of his toes and feet, Erick met a dead end. He felt lost, lonely, misunderstood, and forgotten. Erick was so hopeless and sad, that dark thoughts reached into his mind. It would have been bad if it weren’t for the next message he got from Kyle the next day.

“If you want to see them, then it’s got to be in person.”

Erick felt his jaw drop after reading the message, was that for real? Did Kyle mean it? Was this a real life invitation to a meeting? Delighted at the news, Erick responded quickly and before he knew it he had set up a “date” with Kyle… well more like a “meet and greet”. But to Erick it felt like a date.

So here he was, sitting at the Star Bucks Kyle gave the address to Erick, waiting to see him. Erick might have been a little nervous, considering this was the third coffee he ordered waiting for Kyle to show up. He was early, that was for sure, a good hour or so before the actual agreed time, but that was just so Erick wouldn’t miss Kyle if he showed up.

Sitting nervously, Erick looked up every time he heard the door open. Each time it turned out it wasn’t Kyle. Sure, Erick didn’t know what Kyle looked like, or what outfit he would be wearing, but he was positive he wouldn’t miss that cute face in some of those photos posted… and to be sure, Erick had them saved on his phone to compare them to.

After what felt like hours, Erick looked up once again at the chime of the door bell. It was like time stopped as he saw that face that could only belong to one person. Even without the makeup, or any other additions to the face, Erick could tell that was Kyle. Almost immediately Erick shot up from his seat and waved and called out, “Kyle?!”

A startled and shocked look crossed Kyle’s face before he slowly made his way over to Erick’s table.

“Is that…” Kyle asked for a moment.

“It’s me… Erick! Or well, you know, ballbust-” Erick went to finish his online name but Kyle cut him off.

“Erick is fine! Jeez, you don't have to say your online name out loud, jeez” Kyle laughed, taking a seat across from Erick.

Erick blushed as he suddenly realized that maybe his online name isn’t the best one to say out loud. “Oh right. Sorry, just uh, it’s good to see you,” Erick said, smiling at how cute Kyle looked in person, even without the makeup and outfits he saw him in, Kyle’s beauty was showing.

“Same, wow,” Kyle said looking at Erick.

Erick felt a tinge of fear, “What?”

“Nothing, sorry just you look… kind of what I was expecting,” Kyle laughed. “What about me? I guess it wasn’t so hard since you waved me down so quickly.”

“Oh, well I mean, you look different but still kind of the same, if that makes sense,” Erick told him as kindly as he could. “So I guess… I should say hi? I’m Erick.”

“Kyle, but I mean we know each other's names already,” Kyle laughed.

“Oh!” Erick blushed, “Right, right sorry… I’m a little nervous…okay, a lot nervous, actually.”

Kyle looked at the cups around Erick, “Yeah… and kind of hyped up on caffeine too?”

“Oh,” Erick blurted out embarrassed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess on the table like this just, yeah… nervous me, wanting something to take my mind off of things.”

Kyle laughed, “yeah I can see… so maybe we should head somewhere cleaner? I know a place nearby.”

Erick felt his heart speeding up as he nodded without thinking, “Sure whatever you want!”

Erick followed Kyle out of the coffee shop and toward a hotel looking place. Erick didn’t ask questions or made any remarks as Kyle did all the talking. They got a room, third floor. Heading up to the room was the most quiet Erick had ever been in his life as he couldn’t help but glance at the calm and collective Kyle doing all the interactions. He was so cool and collective, not to mention pretty… something Erick didn’t feel comfortable looking at too long or he might look like a creep. It didn’t take long before the doors opened.

Following Kyle he headed to the room they ordered, and before Erick knew it they were both in the bedroom together.

“Soooo,” Erick said, looking around at the very simple room. “This place is nice,” Erick laughed nervously, trying to be as casual about this as he could. Turning around he looked at Kyle who had a look on his face.

Kyle smirked at Erick before he spoke in a kind tone, “Get on the bed.”

Erick frowned at the odd order coming from the femboy. “Wha-”

“BED,” Kyle ordered much more commanding and harsher, causing Erick to flinch before he jumped on the bed without any more questions.

Erick couldn’t help but mutter, “Uh…”

“Shhhh, lay down,” Kyle spoke again with more authority in his voice, with a still and soothing voice.

Erick felt a shudder run up his body at the oppressive and commanding way Kyle was acting. It was the demanding and ordering voice that made Erick crumple at the order. Erick went limp and laid down on the bed like Kyle told him. “What- what are we doing,” Erick asked as he watched Kyle head over to the head of the bed.

“You’re doing what I’m telling you to do,” Kyle said in a very authoritarian tone. One that made Kyle shiver and twist a little on the bed as he lay there almost helpless. He could hear Kyle getting closer as he stood there over top of Erick. There was a slight fear in Erick as he felt the lack of control of the situation, he could just get up and walk away… but something in him told him not to. A little urge in him that wanted to surrender to Kyle as he smirked down at him. “See, now you're gonna be a good boy do what I tell you to do, right,” Kyle asked in a very flirty but commanding way. Something about it just made Erick want to do whatever he was asked to do. Maybe it was his submissive demeanor or maybe it was how cute and authoritative Kyle was, but Erick was laying down like he was a robot or maybe more like a puppy given a command.

Waiting for the next demand that Kyle gave Erick, he looked up from the bed to his bossy demanding femboy. The cocky kid like dominatrix had the cruelest smile on his face, but it wasn’t a sadistic look, it was more like he was running or hosting a show, and everyone had to listen to his orders. A director of his own movie that was starting to unfold before him. Kyle kept looking at the submissive Erick, as if examining a toy before him.

“Hmmm what should I do with you? I mean we played around enough that I think I know, but like what should we actually do together? Hmmm?” Kyle asked as he slowly started to attach restraints to Erick’s arms. Erick should have been freaking out or saying something as they were clipped on but he didn’t. He felt himself starting to get hard at the restriction of his own control. He was stuck on the bed as Kyle put a restraint on each of his arms, keeping him locked in his spot.  Helpless before the cute boy before him.

“I… uh,” Erick started to say until Erick glared at him. The look told Erick to shut up as he wasn’t allowed to talk.

The silence that came from his mouth after the look gave him a rewarding playful grin from Kyle, “That’s better… I don’t remember telling you that you can talk now, did I?”

Erick opened his mouth to answer the question but the look on Kyle’s face told him it was a trap. So he shut his mouth and only nodded. Kyle smirked and nodded back, “Right. SO, shut up. And be a nice plaything for me.”

Erick gulped as he let Kyle secure him on the bed as some kind extra blanket or bed sheet. Stuck on his back Erick was subjected to the cute boyish dominator, strapping him down to the bed. When Erick was finally secured on the bed Kyle proceeded to stand over him with a smirking face. “So? How do you like it, being stuck and submissive to my every whim.”

The way Kyel spoke sent shivers down Erick’s spine. “It’s …. uh… nice,” Erick said, trying to keep his voice from breaking in excitement and delight. This was everything he wanted. Some cute boy toy breaking him in like a freaking piece of meat. To toy with his desire and make him his own little plaything for however long he decided. Erick was doing his best not to smirk like a goofy lone strapped down in an insane asylum. Instead he looked at Kyle who hovered over him, looking him up and down.

“Well, you look locked in place, so I guess I should start having some fun, right?” Kyle asked.

Erick didn’t have time to respond as Kyle started to climb on the bed. His slim legs and body was already huddling over him and landing on his belly. Straddle onto Erick, Kyle giggled as he looked at Erick’s helpless body. “Oh, my,” Kyle snickered. “Soooo,” Kyle said leaning in, dragging his hands up Erick’s chest as he leaned closer to his face, “You feeling nervous?”

“No-no-no,” Erick said nervously.

“Mmmm, you sound nervous to me…” Erick cooed. “Come on… we did something like this not too long ago… are you chickening out on me now?”

Erick recalled the role play he had done with Kyle. He felt himself getting turned on at the concept they played around with and the current events happening. “I… liked it. Go on,” Erick whimpered, feeling his member stiffening in his pants just behind Kyle’s butt.

“Goooooood, cause I would hate to leave such a cutie like yourself, cause he couldn’t handle the heat,” Kyle remarked, winking at Erick. “Alright so maybe we should get to the FUN stuff, yeah?”

Erick couldn’t really shrug at the moment, so he nodded in agreement.

“Good,” Kyle said, still smirking like a cocky child eyeing a meal that he just made. Kyle slowly started scooting closer to  Erick while he was still strapped down. Erick was wondering what he was doing until the lightly weighing Kyle propped his feet up on his chest.  Erick watched Kyle tug his knees inward and held his naked feet on his upper chest as Kyle clutched his legs.  Eric let out a gasp at the sight of the adorable and amazingly real life feet.

Kyle gave a cute pout at Kyle’s reaction, “I’m not that heavy!” He retorted as he sat on Erick’s upper stomach and diaphragm. As he held his position on Erick, Kyle slowly started to readjust his position on Erick’s belly. Erick felt his pulse beating as he watched Kyle cutely set himself up for whatever he had planned. Having someone this adorable sitting on himself was more than enough to make Erick’s pulse pump past his normal blood pressure. The slim  boy on his belly was squirming as he wiggled his naked feet around. Each movement was felt through Erick’s body, making it harder to stay still. “Okay, there we go, finally, right,” Kyle sighed after wiggling his booty on Eric’s body.

Erick just nodded in agreement as he watched Kyle grin down at him.

“Okay,” Kyle said as he slowly lifted his left leg up, “Here we go you naughty nasty boy… I hope you enjoy this, cause I will….”

Erick felt his eyes widen as the foot came closer to his face.

If there was any doubt that Erick had that Kyle wasn’t WHO he said he was, that lone foot was the one solidifying any possible doubt he had. Erick jerked off enough times to know what those toes and underfoot looked like.  This WAS HIS KYLE. Sure enough, Kyle slowly pushed his sweet sweaty sole into Erick’s face. He could feel the sole touch his skin and rub up and down on his face. Erick was moaning as he felt one foot pressing in, and then the other one was smacked into his face smearing around his skin.  It was like he was some kind of door mate. He felt the rubbing done on his cheeks and forehead as Kyle kicked his footsies toward his face in a way that made Erick flinch at taking the soft hit to the face. Luckily Kyle had done this before because his puppies were placed perfectly without popping Erick in those sensitive areas. Those feet were placed just correctly on Erick’s face, so that he could adore and look at the soft heels and soles stuffed in his silly stupid face.

Kyle was busy wiggling and pushing his feet into Erick’s face, which was something of a turn on as he got harder at the sight of the moving digits tapping his nose and face.

“Oh, getting excited are we? Well don’t get too hard, we’re just started,” Kyle teased as Eick felt his member poking up at an extreme angle.

Erick felt himself poke Kyle in the back with his extremely shameful stick, “Sorry,” Erick apologized. 

“HEY,” Kyel barked out in a startling order, “I didn’t say you can speak…Did I?”

Erick was about to say something but recalled that he wasn’t supposed to. So he stayed silent as Kyle pushed his feet further into his face and rolled his toes over his face. The smell was amazing as Kyle did his thing.

Erick could smell the coconut and mango scent on those feet, not to mention the slight hint of slightly salty sweat as Kyle rubbed his toesy all over his face. The smell of those little puppies pushing into his face was amazing. Those little wiggly worms rolling over his nose and face was like having a gentle massage as Kyle tickled him with each flick of his ten digits.

It wasn’t till Erick heard some snapping and clicking sounds, like it might be coming from a camera, that he got worried.

“What was that?” Erick asked, feeling dread running through him.

“Nothing, just don't worry about it,” Kyle told him casually.

“No it sounded like-” Erick started to complain.

“Did I tell you to speak?” Kyle asked in a demanding voice as his toes and foot started to press into his face.

Erick gulped. It sounded so fiercely that he couldn’t stop himself from replying, “No.”

“Then get back to it,” Kyle said calmly as his feet and toes came back into Erick’s view and mouth. “You can start licking any second,” Kyle added. He couldn’t do anything but what Kyle wanted. So he stuck his tongue out. He started to lick and clean the bottom of Kyle’s feet and between his toes. It was something he always wanted to do but until now it was all a dream.

As Erick did his job, he couldn’t help but hear the sound of snapping and clicking. Looking up he saw between the two feet, a phone of someone taking videos or images. As Erick tried to call out, Kyle’s feet were pushed into his face as he suffered the silence from his voice. More snaps and clicks were heard and finally the camera was pulled away.

Once Kyle pulled his feet away, Erick asked startled at those sounds, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

“Hmm,” Kyle asked as he continued to sit on Erick with his feet off to the side of his face.

“Were those pictures you were taking,” Erick asked horrified.

“Well yeah,” Kyle replied as he was busy on his phone. “I needed to upload it on my social, these are gonna be super hit for all my fans!”

Erick sat there as he watched Kyle smile and type away on his phone for a few moments. The news of him uploading Erick’s face on the internet took longer to hit than it should have because it wasn't’ till the sound of the post being sent that he felt his body moving.

“NO WAIT!” Erick complained as he tried to stand up and pushed Kyle off his body. “Delete that!” Erick ordered as he tried to take Kyle’s phone, while he forgot he was tied down.

“What fuck off!” Kyle shouted as he pulled away startled. “What the hell?! What’s wrong with you, you jerk! I thought you liked this stuff?”

Erick, tired to get off the bed, he was still strapped in, “I didn’t want to be on your social media for everyone to see! You have to delete that shit! Please,” Erick pleaded, tugging on his arm bands unable to get free.

“Uhhh, whatever, sure…” Kyle remarked for a moment as he went his phone then stopped, “Uhhhh ohhhhh, yeah…. No, Sorry.”

“What? What does that mean,” Erick asked, sounding horrified at the news.

“I’m uh, getting some big views… damn already 2k… they really like these pictures.” Kyle muttered as he was looking at the responses.

“So? Get rid of them!’ Erick demanded.

“mmmm, yeah, sorry no. Like I haven't had this much clout in months. I can’t just get rid of it just like that.” Kyle was snickering as he looked at his phone nonstop as he was blowing up.  He sat to the side of the bed on his phone reading comments. “Damn three K, already? They really like my feet or maybe it’s you licking them, can’t tell which,” Kyle laughed.

Erick tried to struggle out the restraints again, but only got his wrist yanked on. He was stuck till Kyle let him out. Kyle on the other hand was too busy checking his social exposure as he sent messages and other replies for the next couple of minutes. “Well this was fun, and helpful. Seriously, I didn’t think I would be getting so many views so quickly. Anyway, I should get you free… unless you want to do more, ‘fun stuff’ ?”

Erick shook his head, “No. No more, I just want to get out!”

Kyel shrugged, “Your loss. Okay… here we go.”

Erick watched as Kyle started to unlock his bonds and let his arms free. Erick thought of going after Kyle, but after being tied up for so long with his video already online, it wouldn't change much if he choked the cute femboy out. Erick could only go on with his life as it was now. Not wanting to stick around, he decided to leave the room.  Kyle was busy enjoying his fame online to really focus on Erick. It wasn’t till Erick was leaving the room that Kyle called out to him.

“Don't’ be a stranger, would love to have more fun with you,” Kyle called out from behind his phone.

Erick groaned in disgust at the thought as he left the room and headed home.

Erick got home later than he wanted. His stomach still felt upset at the idea of his true face and identity was out there, with Kyle’s feet in them floating around on some god forsaken website. He hardly heard his brother approaching till he was shouting in his ear.

“HEY!”

Erick jumped as he turned to his obnoxious brother barking at him, “WHAT?!”

“I said where have you been?! Mom’s not here so you’re in charge of dinner. So what are you gonna make me?”

Erick rolled his eyes at his little brother complaining about food. “Pizza, Brandon. Just make a freaking Pizza. You could have opened the fucking fridge and pulled it out and threw it in the oven.”

Brandon rolled his eyes at his brother mocking his own rolling eyes. “Yeah and what? Burn the whole house down? You know I can’t make a frozen pizza even if my life depended on it.”

“Fucking idiot,” Erick grumbled at his little brother’s worthlessness. “You turn the damn oven on and throw it in,” Erick explained as he explained the stupid instruction on the pizza. “It’s so simple.”

Brandon crossed his arms and gave his brother an annoying look, “Shut up. Mom said you had to look after me, that means making dinner for me too.”

Erick rolled his eyes yet again at his stupid mom’s request. Sure she was gone for a week but did that mean he had to watch after his little fucking brother like his own personal babysitter? It was annoying and so stupid. Like if his brother can’t live on his own so what? That’s one less person contributing to global warming.

Erick walked away from his brother and headed to his room. He had more important things to do than make a fucking frozen pizza for his fucking helpless brother. As Erick headed up the stairs he heard his brother complaining voice barking at him, “Okay Asshat, be a fucking dick. I guess I’ll just burn the house down.”

“You start a fucking fire making a frozen pizza and I’ll never let it go you dumb ass. It’s got very clear fucking instructions on it!” Erick yelled as he headed to his room.

Erick made it to his room and closed his door muttering his brother's annoying response. Erick took a seat at his desk and sighed as he let the rest of the day hit him. His meeting with Kyle took a hard turn at the end of their little get together. He could still remember how commanding and in charge that cute femboy was, a complete contrast of what you would think from seeing him.

Erick couldn’t help but feel himself already getting excited at the humiliation he went through not so long ago. “What are you doing,” Erick whined to himself as he covered his face with his hands and leaned back in his computer chair. “He basically doxed me,” Erick grumbled in shame as he could only imagine what those pictures looked like online. “I got to find out!”

Getting his act together he quickly turned his computer on and started to look online. He didn’t konw Kyle’s online accounts or where he posted the images, but Erick had to look. He started at some of the usual sites but couldn’t find Kyle or any images of the cutie without having to subscribe to a random account. Erick didn’t have the time or the money to do that so he did the only thing he could, he ended up messaging Kyle.

“We need to talk.” Erick quickly messaged him on their private messages online.

Erick sat there at his computer waiting as minutes passed by with no response. Erick was worried that Kyle was offline, that was till he got a response from his tormentor. Kyle’s response was unexpected as Erick read it. “That was quick, didn’t think you were up for some more fun so soon.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. I need you to get rid of those pictures.” Erick quickly responded.

“Why? It’s not like anyone will know it’s you,” Kyle responded before quickly giving a mischievous emoticon, “Unless this isn’t your first time being posted online with another guys’ feet in your face.”

“I’m being serious,” Erick said feeling upset at how Kyle seemed to be just toying with him.

After a few minutes of silence Kyle finally responded, “Fine, but I need something from you.”

Erick was puzzled at what he could give Kyle but asked, “What?”

“I want to reenact my favorite fetish. I know we both had fun and I’ve never been able to get anyone else to agree to it,” Kyle told Erick.

Erick frowned as he tried to recall which one that was. They had done so many scienros online that he couldn’t recall which one that was. However Erick couldn’t have his face out there for people he knows to see. “What is it?”

There was a long pause before Kyle replied sounding a little upset, “You don’t remember? I told you it was my biggest turn on. We spent days role playing.”

Erick was annoyed that he didn’t know Kyle as well as he thought, as he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was about. Still he didn’t want to ask again and risk upsetting the femboy about it. Instead he just responded, “Fine, I'll do it, when?”

“GREAT! You don’t have to do anything, just like last time, just lay there strapped down. We can do it as soon as tomorrow, is that fine with you?”

Erick sighed as he was glad it didn’t sound like he had much to do. Just lay there like last time, and let him step all over him. Maybe it was some kind of foreplay or whatever. Whatever Kyle had in mind, Erick just agreed to it, the sooner he had his images removed the less likely someone would see them. “Fine, tomorrow works for me. What time and where?”

Erick was soon sent a time and address, another hotel like before and a similar time for him to show up. Erick didn’t like the idea he had to go through another event with Kyle, but if it took him off the internet then he had to do this. Last thing he needed was one of his coworkers, or god forbid, his mom or dad seeing him. It would destroy his whole reputation and reality. The last thing Erick sent Kyle was a message, “You swear you're gonna get rid of those pictures?”

Erick waited a few minutes till he got his response, “Mmmm, maybe. I guess you’ll just have to show up to find out, wontcha you?”  It was followed by a devilish looking emot.  

Part of Erick should have felt excited at this mischievious and playful minx toying with him, but this wasn’t a fucking role play saga. This was real freaking life and Erick wasn’t ready for his image to be out there with someone’s fucking feet shoved in his face like a foot rest. The two emotions fought with each other, part of Erick was getting turned on, but the other side of him was in fear, which helped kill any boner he was trying to get.  That left Erick in the no man’s land of fear and arousal. Something that was a struggle for him to keep under wraps.

As Erick thought of things that might happen, a loud beeping sound and the smell of heavy charcoal started to hit his nose.

“BRANDON?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Erick shouted as he dashed out of his room into a house with smoke starting to come from the kitchen. The screaming fire alarm was already blaring.

“I don’t know,” His brother cried out from the kitchen.

Erick bolted to the kitchen already berating his brother as he knew he fucked up a simple task of making pizza. “You totally fucking fucked up you dumb ass! It had the steps on the fucking back of the box,” Erick yelled at his brother. Using his sibling to direct his anger from the femboy problem at his younger sibling.

Brandon huffed as he stepped back and complained, “I put too many zeros in… I didn’t mean for 2 hours and 60 minutes….”

Erick yanked the smoking black pizza out of the oven as it looked like a block of charcoal after being roasted for almost forty minutes. Maybe it was all the pent up aggression he had all day from everything that he was going through,but Erick couldn’t help but yell at his brother for real. He berated him and insulted Brandon so much that his brother ran off to his room. It wasn’t till a few minutes after words that Erick realized he messed up.

“Shit…” Erick muttered as he tossed the cooled down burnt pizza in the trash. Hopefully tomorrow the problem with Kyle would be resolved and he wouldn’t be so wound up. After he finished with the femboy problem, Erick told himself he would apologize to Brandon and take him out for dinner as a make up. Just something to make up for tonight.

Erick sighed as he headed to the living room opening windows to help clear out the smell. Taking a seat, Erick waited for the stench of burnt food to leave and the sound of the fire alarm to stop.

“Fucking Brandon seriously,” Erick grumbled. “I can’t tell which is worse, not being able to cook a frozen pizza or getting your face with femboy feet uploaded to the internet… how pathetic are we…” Erick sighed disappointed with the men of the family.

Erick stood in the lobby of the hotel as he waited for fucking Kyle to show up. It had been five past before the perky femboy showed up with his mysterious book bag of things. He instantly spotted Erick and waved at him. Erick didn’t return the wave as Kyle sauntered toward him.

“Heeeeey,” Kyle called out walking up to Erick more casually than he expected. Kyle looked so relaxed and carefree for someone blackmailing him into deleting his image from his website.

“You're late,” Erick told Kyle solemnly.

Kyle frowned, “What? Only by like a few minutes… calm down. Are you really that upset?”

“Yeah, I want to get this over with as soon as possible,” Erick explained curtly.

“Well, fine, okay. Jeez… you don’t have to sound so mean about it,” Kyle complained as he headed to the elevator.

Erick wanted to argue with Kyle and complain about how he’s forcing him into this, but it didn’t matter. Last thing he needed was Kyle running off and not deleting his face from his porn website and being recognized. Biting his inner cheek, Erick headed into the elevator and followed after Kyle.

It was quiet as Erick and Kyle stood in the elevator as they headed up to their floor to the room Kyle rented.

After the first few floors, Kyle finally spoke, “Well I got to be honest, I’m excited, thanks for doing this for me. Not everyone is this open and accepting of my request.  Last person I asked told me…” Kyle let out a nervous sound, “Well it wasn’t very nice that’s for sure.”

Erick sighed as he noticed the elevator doors open, “Yeah yeah whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

Erick headed toward the bedroom door of their room and used the keycard to open the room. A basic and average looking hotel room was beyond the door.  Not waiting to take in the rest of the details, Erick  walked in. Kyle was right behind him as they hurried into the room before closing the door. “Okay, where do you want me,” Erick asked, not sure what he was doing, for all he knew he would be laying on the ground or in a chair.  The clearer the directions he got the sooner he could be done.

“Mmm, I think the bed would be best,” Kyle said pointing to the empty bed.

Erick did as he was asked and got on the bed laying down on his back, facing upward, “Okay, now what?”

“Wellllllll…” Kyle muttered, “can I strap you in like last time? It’s like a major turn on for me. I do love some bondage whenever I can use it.”  The twinkle in Kyle’s eyes were unsettling for Erick as he rolled his eyes.

“Fine!” Erick grumbled as he put his hands up. He hated how much Kyle’s kinks were alined with his. If it weren’t for the exposure, Erick would have been more into this like before, excited and turned on already, but there was too much at risk with his face exposed on the internet like that. Instead he tossed his hands up and decided to get the confirmation that Kyle would do as he said. “You better delete-”

“Oh, yeah, don’t worry I did it before getting here,” Kyle squeaked out his delight, he hurried over and started to tie up Erick’s hands. The thrilled femboy was already putting restraints on Erick’s hands. By the time Erick was strapped down, Kyle finally pulled out his phone and showed off his site. Erick mentally kicked himself as he saw that he was off Kyle’s username by a few numbers when he was looking for the account. Of course he used his birthday year and not month. Kyle skimmed through his uploads, many of them had some explicit and pornagraphic content, but by the time Kyle reached the end, Erick’s face was nowhere in them.

“Alright fine,” Erick agreed as he laid back down, letting Kyle tie him down to the bed. “So now I’m off your account. We can at least get this,” Erick jerked his head to the whole room, “Done and just go our separate ways.”

Kyle looked hurt, “Really? You want to ditch me after meeting so soon? I thought we could-”

“I don’t care let’s just get this over with,” Erick cut him off, not in the mood for chit chat.

“You don’t have to be so mean about all this,” Kyle said, upset.

Erick let out an exasperated sound, “You doxed me!”

Kyle huffed as he shook his head, “You could barely see your face. And I took them down anyway. I don’t know why you're being like this. If I recall you were rock hard when I was playing footsie with your face. Least you could do was say thanks…”

“Thanks,” Erick scoffed, “I really enjoyed being shown off to the whole world as a submissive foot lover.”

Kyle wasn’t looking too happy as he stood there looking at Erick, “But you did. Why are you so obsessed with being revealed? Come on, it’s not like it’s gonna be someone you know.” Kyle looked miffed as he shuffled around Erick venting his point of view.

“You don’t know that! My boss or fucking neighbor could see that shit! I don’t need them seeing my face with your fucking feet shoved in them! God, how dense can you be!” Erick yelled as he was now strapped in his binds.

Erick glared at Kyle and saw for the first time his face go from a cute caring face into a more dense and stern look. “Yeah I guess that would be a problem for you. It would be a shame that you would be found on a porn website that you use so often. Ohhh no, dear God, I hope no one notices… fine whatever. I thought we could be open and enjoy our time together but I see you more worried about what mysterious viewers would think.” Erick watched Kyle’s emotions flare as he seemed really hurt, “I thought you cared and accepted me…. But whatever. Fine, it’s not like I care or anything…”

Feeling bad about how he acted Erick started to say something till Kyle stood over his face. Erick was confused as he watched the disappointed looking femboy stand there for a moment. Finally just as Erick opened his mouth to say something Kyle shoved a large metal ring into his mouth, and strapped it around his head, forcing him to gag and gasp around the object as it kept his mouth open.

Kyle walked away still sounding depressed, “I thought we could at least have some fun and post pictures of our stuff together. I guess I was just hoping for some kind of support or friend doing this stuff.” Kyle shuffled around the room sounding saddened at the news, as he continued to set things up for their event.

Erick was unable to speak as he laid there soundless with the metal ring in his mouth and his limbs attached to fabric tying him down. He was imprisoned as he watched out of the corner of his eye Kyle doing more stuff.

Kyle was finishing up as he grabbed a few things and tossed them out of his bag before turning to Erick. “As much as I hate that you don't care about me… I’m still happy you are willing to enact our fetish role play. I really appreciate it, I don’t get a lot of people willing to do this kind of stuff with me.” Erick watched Kyle pull out a tripod before starting to set it up.

Erick tried to say something about the recording stand, but all he got out was gurgling noises and incomprehensible sounds.

Kyle turned toward a panicking Erick before rolling his eyes at his fear, “Calm down there antsy pants. I’m gonna blur out your face this time, but some of us need to make a living off this stuff. And without my pictures of our time together yesterday, kind of got to make it up with a video. I’m not a monster…. Well I can be, but the point is, you want to be anonymous, then fine.”

Erick calmed down at those words, sure a part of him was worried that Kyle was lying about blurring him out, but he got his username on the website so he can always check on the video he uploads. Still, he was nervous… well excited to say the least. Erick never felt so powerless and helpless as he lay strapped down to a bed while a cute feminine like person started to set up for some kinky playtime. Granted, maybe Erick shouldn’t have been so kurt and upset with Kyle, but fear makes people do crazy things. Erick decided after Kyle finishes his fantasy with him, he would apologize and maybe they could grab a coffee or something. Just a little something to help mend the broken bridge between them.

Watching Kyle set up his phone for the recording didn't take long. Erick was staying still as he kept his eyes on the femboy who was preparing for his next pornagraphic event to be made. Kyle was causally finding the perfect angle and setup for their scene, which only led to Erick wondering how much content he could be showing with feet at that distance? Like sure putting his feet in his mouth or rubbing them on his face was one thing but like wouldn’t you want a close up or something?

Erick would have asked but the metal bite guard in his mouth kept any tangible words from getting out. Instead he was forced to stay there as the femboy frolicked around the room to make sure things were just right. The lighting, the bedding, even the air condition. Anything that he thought that might affect the video was tampered with till finally, Kyle stood there beaming with joy, “Okay, okay, okay, I think that’s everything. Are you comfy? Everything okay? Should I adjust the restraints?”

Any signs of his upset or anger at the previous remarks or misunderstanding seemed gone as Kyle looked excited and thrilled at their porno they were creating. Seeing nothing wrong, and kind of getting annoyed at how long this was taking, and how tedious Kyle was being, Erick shook his head as he wanted to get this over with. Well, mostly, part of him wanted to have those sweet suckable toes tossed in his mouth to lick all over…. But that was his desire speaking, not his true feelings about the whole situation, he was still pissed about before.

“GREAT,” Kyle squealed as he seemed just as excited as Erick was to do another foot fetish fiscal like last time. “Alright, so I’m gonna come in over there,” Kyle said pointing to the door, “And you're gonna act all unwilling about this stuff, okay?”

Erick sighed out of his open mouth and nodded. It wasn’t like he was against it, he just didn’t know what was taking so long. Erick watched Kyle nearly skip over to the front of the hotel room. Cute Kyle was at the door in no time and seemed to be trying to compose himself for this shooting. Erick closed his eyes for a few moments as he prepared for another few fantastic moments with Kyle’s feet.

“Annnnd Action,” Kyle said across the room.

Erick laid there with his eyes closed as he heard Kyle shut the hotel’s door. He stayed still as he heard the femboy take a few steps into the open room.

Kyle spoke with a devious voice as he stood off to the side of the camera and Erick, “My my my, who would have thought room service would bring me someone so handsome.”

Erick did his best not to smirk or gloat at the compliment. Kyle thought he was handsome?

Kyle went on as he walked closer, “You’ll make a great toilet, one that I’ve been needing for quite a while now….”

Erick felt his body stiffen and his hearing buzz from those words. What was that? What did Kyle just say? Toilet?! Erick let out a muffled sound as he jerked his head toward a smirking femboy.

Kyle continued to smirk as he grinned at Kyle and slowly turned toward the camera as he started to monolog for the video, “I’ve been saving this for a while. I wasn’t sure if my request would be met, but luckily they found someone as gullible as you. I hope you're ready for a mighty meal, cause I had one the other night, and now I think it’s time to share it with you, you disgusting freak…”

Erick quickly started to struggle with his restraints as he watched Kyle starting to undress, he was soon out of his underwear, bare ass naked and standing by the bed. He was still looking at the camera as he went on a list of foods he ate for this very moment. Things that Erick wasn’t sure if Kyle was lying about or telling the truth. If it was real, Kyle had to have eaten twice his body weight as he drowned on and on about his food, leaving Erick enough time to struggle and try to break free from his cursed bonds. Something that was not happening as the straps were firmly attached to his arms.

Any words that Erick tried to call out were met with misunderstanding and ignorance as he was more sound lock than he thought. All his thrashing and gurgling he made out of his mouthpiece were ignored by Klye as he made his way up to the far side of the bed with a swish in his step and sway to his hips.  Kyle was putting on a show and Erick didn’t want to be a part of ANY of what was about to happen.  Erick tried to throw his body off the bed but wasn’t able to do so.

“Oooh a fighter? Well don't worry. I tend to break them in no time. Besides, I like when they struggle,” Kyle said, giving Erick a playful wink off the camera.

Erick was freaking out as he fought harder on his restraints as Kyle stood there smiling at him and turned back to the camera. Erick couldn’t budge as it felt like steel around his arms. He kept tugging on his arm restraints but the moment he saw Kyle’s movement’s his attention focused on him.

Kyle started to climb the end of the bed and stand on top of the mattress.  More horrified screams and moans came from Erick’s mouth as the femboy was one step closer to him.  The nude body towering above him and his nakedness standing out in all its glory.  Erick tried to roll off the bed but wasn’t able to twist all the way away.

“Fight all you want, we all know how this ends,” Kyle cooed looking at him and back to the camera. “With my ass, on your face, and my shit… well, down your throat. Just like a fucking toilet. Speaking of, I don't know how much longer I can hold this sucker in. I hope you didn’t eat before this, cause I have a mouthful ready for you. A meal you won't forget,” Kyle snickered. “I’ll make sure you have a … BELLY’S full before this is over… You get it?”

Erick screamed at Kyle’s remarks but it only seemed to fuel the boyish charm of the femboy as he smirked wider, “I knew you would, or well…” A light giggle came from him, “you WILL… just as soon as we start this fun little show. As much as I like teasing you, I didn’t come here to just play around. No, I have much more to do with you…” Kyle started to step across the bed as he passed Erick’s knees and proceeded toward a  horrified Erick, “Something I’m sure everyone watching is waiting for, right? So… should we get started?”

Erick vigorously shook his head as he watched the very naked femboy Kyle walking over him.  Erick did everything he could to get Kyle’s attention but he just seemed to be gloating over the fear he was producing.

Kyle smiled at him with a wicked grin, “No?  Well, too bad, because I’m ready.”

Erick tried to get out of the way as Kyle stood over his chest, legs parted. However Erick couldn’t buck himself away as Kyle stood like a tower above him. Even worse was the sight of the hardon he was sprouting. Sure, Kyle wasn’t the largest guy in height but he wasn’t short down there. Erick watched as Kyle looked down on his squirming and panicked body, his back to the camera. Kyle’s lips slowly moved silently, “Great  job… keep it up, you're doing great, just like our role playing….”

Erick wanted to scream how much he didn’t know what he meant, but something dark and buried in his mind came up. The unwilling game they played where he got shat on while strapped down. A role play he wasn’t totally into but figured he would give Kyle a win after so many fantasies they played together for his own desire.  They did so many foot fetish games that Erick didn’t mind taking one for the team and letting Kyle do his own thing… which seemed to be coming back to torment him now.

The revelation didn’t help as Erick watched Kyle slowly turn around toward the camera and show off his member as he had his ass presented to his face.

“Well time to use this bad boy. I hope he doesn't have plans anytime soon cause this won't be quick. I got an hour for this room, and boy do I plan to use it. Well, here we go, time to put your mouth where it belongs, right on my ass. I’d say pucker up but… well I guess you can’t, right?” Kyle laughed, “Alright enough jokes, time to get down…” Kyle started to lower his butt toward Erick’s protesting face, “to…” Kyle ass started to show up as he spread his butt apart showing his crack to the unwilling person beneath him. “Business….” Kyle cooed as he leaned and plopped his pooper right down on Erick’s poorly prepared face. He tried to jerk his head to the side but as soon as Kyle’s crack covered his cheeks they pushed his head back into place right toward the anus before him.

Erick let out a mighty yell that was more like a muffled moan into Kyle’s butt.

“Now now,” Kyle laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll just about to feed you. No need to scream for it… well,” Kyle let out another cute, for anyone watching, but horrible for Kyle, giggle, “Maybe keep it up, it feels good on my ass. Almost like you're licking it!”

Erick immediately stopped screaming into the muffled mounds of meat as he realized it was having an opposite effect on Kyle. He tried to buck and throw his body out from under the frail femboy, but he was too far up his body that his thrashing wasn’t doing anything except giving him fuel for his fun.

“Whoa whoa, calm down boy…” Kyle mocked, “This ain't no rodeo. I’m not riding you that way… I'm riding you this way….” Kyle gave Erick a firmer face plant with his butt as it bared down harder and covered more of his face.

It wasn’t long before Kyle was quiet and before Erick knew it… he could hear the sounds of the horrible happening hitting him. The noise just below his nose and above his chin started to sneak out as the soft sounds of stuff slowly shooting out from an orifice above his mouth filling his snuffed ears. The horrible feeling of the mighty mile long meal meeting his mouth made Erick silent. The stench, the taste, the texture…. It all assaulted him like a speeding car hitting him from behind. Erick was mentally blacking out as he felt the object make its way down the only path it had in his open mouth, the back of his throat. It was worse than trying to swallow a sussague whole, as he could feel the defecation descend down to his gullet.  His body twitching and shaking as he struggled and fought as best he could but knew hopelessly he couldn't get away.

“MMMM YEAH JUST LIKE THAT,” Kyle cooed from the invasive insertion of the unimaginable and unwanted unknown descending down Erick’s throat. Kyle continued to squat on Erick’s face as he dropped his large load of leftovers. Each noise he made would have been something to be excited for if the excrement wasn’t entering Erick’s body. Still he choked and gagged on the shitty snake shoved down his esophagus like a salami stick being swallowed yet wasn’t even sliced or chewed up.

Erick struggled but all he could really do was clutch his hands and wiggle his legs helplessly as Kyle proceeded to defecate into his defenseless mouth. Erick wanted to defy the dump dropping down into his mouth but his minor movements were doing nothing to dissuade Kyle from his actions. The large lengthy load was lodged into Erick’s helpless body as he shook and shivered in disgust and horror as Kyle finished up.  To Erick it was hours of hell, but for Kyle it wasn’t anything but a few moments taking a shit.

“There…. Oooo I feel ten pounds lighter already. Well, let’s see how you did, okay?” Kyle slowly lifted his ass off of Erick’s abused face. He could barely see as he was still recovering from the horrible situation. He could hardly make out Kyle’s cute face. Instead he was still retching on the taste in his mouth and the sizable shit shoved down his throat.

Erick was too busy gazing up at the ceiling as he tried to recover from the ordeal. He could still feel the massive size of the slop sliding down his throat. His belly was beyond bulging as he felt sick, however he couldn’t throw up as he laid there looking up at the blank ceiling. The peace he got from looking at the blank canvas settled his stomach to a degree, as he felt like a ghost that suffered before his death…

Kyle’s words of goodbye and signing out were unheard to Erick, that was till an excited and joyous looking Kyle came over, “That was GREAT! OH my god, thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how much I wanted to do that! Yet, NO ONE, AND I MEAN NO ONE,” Kyle emphasized as he started to take off the mouthpiece, “Would agree to it, but you… oh I could just kiss you… well I mean maybe after a long tooth brushing and A LOT of mouthwash,” Kyle laughed as he started to reach for the arm restraints.

Not feeling in the mood to talk, Erick just slowly sat up feeling the horrible feeling of fullness in his gut hitting him. He didn’t want anything to do with Kyle now after what he was put through. Slowly he turned to the more than delighted Kyle, and asked, “So we’re done?”

Kyle nodded as he stepped way from Erick, “For now yeah, unless you want seconds-”

Erick felt a sudden sickness hit him at the mention of “seconds'' and suddenly turned a nasty shade of green. With no restraints left on himself, Erick was able to move and bolted toward the bathroom where he hit the toilet ready to vomit. As sick as he felt and as horrible as he was feeling both emotionally and physically, Erick couldn’t seem to get anything out of himself. Maybe it was the dry mouth and throat after what happened or the fact that his gut felt so tight and twisted from the experience, he could only cough and gag into the toilet.

As Erick was recovering in the bathroom he heard the monstrous femboy call out, “Alright I’m gonna head out. Need to edit the whole bit of this, black out your face and stuff. But this was great, love you so much for this. Hit me up if you want to do some more real stuff later, don’t be a stranger.” Erick heard Kyle call out as he left with the sounding of the door closing.

Erick continued to sit there trying to forget the past twenty minutes or so, deleting the memory from his mind so he never relieved this moment. Erick couldn’t wait to get home and erase his account and any connection he had with that fucking Femboy…

Erick got home feeling like absolute shit. It was a combination of how he felt emotionally and physically as he was still recovering from such a horrible and crappy meet up with Kyle. However the only thing that made him feel better, beside this stomach recovering, was that he was done with the freaking femboy and was never ever gonna see that bastard again.  How today ended was beyond how he thought it was gonna turn out.

“You look like shit,” Brandon called out from the living room as Erick walked past.

“Shut up,” Erick grumbled, still feeling just as Brandon described him, like shit.

“Oh excuse me,” Brandon retorted back at Erick. Erick ignored his little brother as he headed for his room. “It’s not like I shit down your throat or whatever…”

Erick froze as he stood on the first step leading upstairs. Did he just hear his brother right? Did he just say… no….

There was a long pause as Brandon didn’t say anything till Erick turned around and faced him. The look on his brother’s face said it all. It was the biggest shit eating grin as his little brother looked like he won the lottery. “What? Was it something I said?”

“… wh-what did you say?” Erick muttered not feeling good again.

“I said…” Brandon got up as he walked toward Erick still smirking like he knew the secrets to the universe and was cluing Erick in. “It’s not like I…” Brandon pulled out his phone and held it up as he unlocked it to show Erick the video on his phone, “Shit down your throat, right? I mean… this is you right?”

Erick watched the horrible video he knew Kyle uploaded. As much as he wanted to scream at his brother he was wrong, he watched the few minutes that were playing and to Kyle’s benefit he did black out Erick’s face under his ass. Still Erick felt disgusted watching Kyle’s pleased and straining face as he did his thing on top of Erick’s face and mouth. In fact Erick could feel the object that Kyle was expelling phantomly make its way down his throat causing him to choke up on his words.

It took Erick a few moments to try and brush the accusations away, “You’re into some sick shit.” Erick tried to walk away from Brandon who let out an evil demented laugh.

“ME?! Look whose fucking talking.  I don’t konw about you but, anyone who lets someone do THIS,” Brandon remarked, turning up the sound on his phone and expanding the image of Kyle’s ass on Erick’s face, “Is one SHITTY person if you ask me. I mean, come on, look at that fucking freak eatting shit like that, that’s so fucked up right?”

“Yeah whatever,” Erick winced as he tried to get away from his brother showing the horrible video off to him.

“Now now, where are you going,” Brandon called out, stopping Erick from leaving.

“I don’t want to see that crap,” Erick barked at Brandon as he hated to be reminded of it. “Keep that nasty stuff away from me or I’ll beat you the fuck up,” Erick warned.

Brandon didn’t seem phased as he smirked with an evil grin, “Really? I don’t know if you’re in any position to threaten me because well…” Brandon flipped his phone around before he tapped a few things before flipping his phone around.

Erick felt his heart stop beating as Brandon showed off an image of Kyle shoving his feet into his face. Unlike the video these images were unedited ones of Kyle playing with Erick’s face with his feet. “This sure does look like you… I mean I might be mistaken in this image but this…” Another photo showed up and Erick felt like screaming as he saw his face sweaty and red and covered with Kyle’s foot juices. There was no denying his face and how happy and overjoyed he looked after Kyle covered him in his lowly foot grim. “This is you right? I mean I’m pretty sure that’s my brother, but I mean I could be wrong right?”

Erick started to stutter, “Wh-where… how-”

“Oh please,” Brandon laughed, “I’ve been following Femboykyle99 for years,” Brandon turned his phone back to himself. “He’s super cute and shit, but like wow… could you imagine my surprise when MY big brother showed up in some of his private images? I’m so happy I saved them, cause for some reason he removed them today. I wonder why… couldn’t possibly be because of this,” Brandon asked as he started to show off the video of Kyle using Erick like a fucking toilet today.

Erick tried to deny it, “That’s not-”

“You? Really? Cause… your wearing the same fucking shirt, moron…” Brandon mocked.

Erick froze as he looked down at the same damn shirt that was in the video as he was wearing now. He never changed his clothes since the incident. Erick felt a cold shiver run through his body.

Brandon went on, “Oh and before you try and deny it, I mean come on I got you, but I’m sure you still have the same shirt from the previous pictures somewhere in your room right?”

He was fucking spot on.  Erick was screwed.

“What do you want,” Erick barked, trying to show his strength off to his  little shitty brother.

Brandon didn’t even flinch, “Well first, I won't be having any of that. You act out and I upload this to all my social media and tag you and everyone we know and … well I’m sure you can imagine what would happen.”

Erick’s face was twisted into a horrible look at the thought and how he was just out of a shitty situation and right back into another one with his fucking brother. Trying to calm and sound less pissed and angry Erick repeated, “What do you want?”

“That’s so much better,” Brandon smiled. “Well I have a few things in mind, but the first…. I’m starving. Make me dinner, like a good brother. You know I’m not good with the oven and stuff.”

“Fine,” Erick growled as he headed back down the few steps he was on and toward the kitchen.

“Don’t worry Erick, I promise not to spread this around as long as you do EVERYTHING I ask of you.” Brandon laughed.

“So what your gonna hold this over me forever,” Erick asked biting his lip so he didn’t yell at his fucking snake of a brother.

“Forever? Oh no, I’m not that mean,” Branond laughed. “I was thinking maybe… several years? Well, at  least till I move out.”

Erick felt his heart stop at the news of how long he would be under his brother’s thumb. Years…

Erick spun around to say something but Brandon was shaking his head, “Years, and don’t even try it. There’s gonna be a new order around here, mine. I’m in charge and if you're good, I’ll make sure this is our secret, got it? Now…” Brandon smirked as he went on with a shitty grin, “Where’s that pizza, I’m starving. Not all of us got to eat such a BIG  meal for lunch.”

Erick felt sick to his stomach at the comment, and it wasn’t just from what he ate…