He drank constantly and carried the most rancid stench. I think the worst part was that he kept trying to bond with me, and he kept calling me “son.” He felt the need to “replace” my absent father who had moved to Hawaii, but I’d rather drink arsenic than bond with such a loser. During all this time I was going through some changes of my own. I started to realize my attraction to boys instead of girls. I pondered that mom might be too depressed to handle anything stressful so soon after that divorce, but I was not about to confide in my stepdad.

One day I invited a male friend over after school. We started out studying for an English midterm, but things got a little heated. We started out kissing. Next thing we know, all our clothes were off. We explored each other’s bodies passionately as our bare feet dangled off the bed rubbing against each other. Our lips locked as we held tight almost clawing at each other’s shoulders. We were so caught up in each other that I lost track of time.

My friend and I had no sooner found out who will top and who will bottom, when the shit hit the fan. My stepdad slammed my door open. We both rose up and stared him. My stepdad held up his phone and said, “Say cheese, pervs.” He took a picture of my friend and me pure buff naked. My stepdad did not say a word, but gave my friend a stare until he grabbed his clothes and bolted out the door. After such humiliation, that boy never spoke to me again no matter how much I apologized.

White as a ghost I put my clothes back on. My stepdad walked over and sat down on my bed with such a smug. “My, my, my, what do we have here?” He said as I remained silent. As I was staring at floor he continued, “So does your mom know you’re a fag?” In my usual brisk tone that I take with him I said, “No! Mom does not know, and she is not going to know. Don’t ever call me that again, got it!”

He stared at the picture and looked at me again, “Well, it would be such a shame if your mom was to see this picture. What do you think, fag?”

“Why would she have to see it?” I asked.

“She doesn’t have to, but you better make sure she does not see it.”
“You don’t have show it to her. She needs to hear me talk to her about this. Surely you can keep a secret.”

“Yep, yep, yep. It would be a shame indeed.” He looked at me still smug. “She had a pretty bad nervous breakdown when your dad left. If she finds out her only kid is a cocksucker, then she just might go totally psychotic.”

It was obvious that he had me right where he wanted me. “What do you want?” I said. He head-locked me with his bulging arms, “Care to repeat that?” I tried to force his arm down and said, “I said ‘what do you want?’” A marine can kill a man with his bare hands, you know. He let go of me, “I heard you, but I wanted to hear you say it again.” He picked me up and sat me down on the floor. I struggled to catch my breath.

“First thing you are going to do is drop the attitude that you always give me,” he said. “Second thing, do you see my dirty sneakers? Well under those sneakers are some very tired feet. I mow lawns all day and tend bar all the night and that makes them pretty sore. Why don’t you give them a bit of a massage?”

“Come on, dude, I am not going to mess with your feet,” I said.

He held his phone up again, “Shall I print an 8x5 or do you think your mom would like some wallet sizes?”

“Okay, Okay,” On the floor I leaned forward and picked up his stinky grass-stained right shoe. I pulled it off and immediately gagged from one whiff of his bare feet. “Ah damn, why aren’t you wearing socks?”

“Did I say you could talk?” He said as he pinched my nose with his big toe and the second toe. “Rub ‘em, fag!” He kicked me.

“Stop calling me fag, breeder!” I said.

“Since I own you I’ll call you whatever I want, got it?”

Sadly he was right. I angrily rubbed his right foot up and down. Then I picked up his left foot and likewise held my breath as I pulled the shoe off of his bare foot. In between rubs he insisted on pushing his feet up against my face and forcing me all the way to the ground. He knew how much I hated the smell and he kept pinching my nose with his toes.

Everyday as soon as I got home from school my stepdad would be waiting in the living room. As soon as he saw me he would recline and snap his fingers to make me come to him. Without question I yanked his nasty shoes off and massaged his sweaty bare feet until mom came home. He never wore socks, and instead of calling me “son” he started calling me “bitch” or “fag,” but at least he kept his end of the bargain. As long as I massaged his feet every day until mom came home he would not tell her I was gay or show her that photo.

Then one day I came home and heard noises from his bedroom. Mom’s car was not home so that couldn’t be her I was hearing in there with him. I knew it would not be long before he cheated on mom. I suddenly had an idea to give my stepdad a taste of his own medicine. If this worked I would make him stay away from me and never have to touch his feet again.

I grabbed my phone and pulled up the camera. I tinkered with the knob to make sure it wasn’t locked. It wasn’t! I counted to three and busted the door open to find my stepdad on top of a redhead that couldn’t have been more than 18. “Say cheese!” I said as I quickly snapped the photo and bolted before he started after me. I ran to my room and slammed my door.

I eagerly waited for him to bust my door down. I would laugh uncontrollably as he would cower before me. I was ready to cut a deal that he would delete the photo of me if I deleted my photo of him. But first I would make him take off my shoes and socks so that I could shove them in his face the same way he had done to me the past several weeks. I waited for like five maybe ten minutes. He never came to the door. Instead I received a text from him, “Get your sorry, dipshit, ass in here now, bitch!”

I found him in his recliner. He was laughing. He looked at me and laughed that much more. Why was he smiling? My stepdad said, “Well, well, well, I guess you got it all figured out don’t you, bitch. I wanted you and me to have a good relationship, but now you’ve gone and done a big no-no. After all I have done for my little fag of stepson; this is the thanks I get. Now it’s time to be punished.”

“What are you talking about? You and I do not have a relationship anymore and you have done nothing for me except taunt me for weeks. Now, I’ve got you right where I want you.”
“How’s that?” he continued to stare at his phone

“The only way I will promise not to show that picture of you and her to my mom is if you will delete the picture of me from your phone and I never have to mess with your rotten feet or do anything for you ever again. Got it?”

“Go ahead and show that picture to your mom,” he said. He can’t be serious.
“Duh, my mom is my best friend and I know that she would send you packing if she sees that photo. Mom is not into that kind of freaky open relationship kind of thing at all.”

My stepdad continued to laugh, “Someone does not know his mom like he thinks he does.” What was he talking about? He held up his phone to show me a video of himself with my mom, and that same redhead having a threesome!

“Your mom and I have a very open relationship. We’re actually part of something you call a key club. It’s where a bunch of random people who are into multi-partner sex get together and we…”

I covered my ears, “Stop! For the love of gawd, stop.” That was way too much information and way too much to process at once. The worst part was I certainly did not see this coming and it looked like I was about to pay for it badly.

He stood up and put his phone out of my reach. Looking at me he said, “You were saying…something about blackmailing me?” Still stark naked he sat back down and reclined. I knelt down to begin his daily massage without saying a word. He jerked his foot back and placed both feet on top of my head like an ottoman. “Before you start that I need to let you know that your behavior today is unacceptable.” He stuck one foot it in my face. “Do you see all of that dirt, lint and stuff all over my soles? Well I’ve decided that starting today it’s your job to clean them.” I started to get up. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

“To get some water and a rag,” I said.

“Why? You’re going to wash them with your tongue. And you are going to wash my feet with your tongue every day from now on.” He said

Realizing that I had no choice and this was my life now, I started to rub his foot. Without looking him in the eye he continued, “How about this too? Since I am protecting you from your mom in addition to paying most of the bills in this house I believe I deserve a little more respect. No more calling me dude. From now on you will call me Daddy. Got it?”

“Yes” I said as I stuck out my tongue. He reached down and grabbed me again with his strong arm.

“Yes, what?” he shook me

“Yes, sir” avoiding eye contact still.

“No!” he shook me again.

“Yes…Daddy.”

“That’s better.” He dropped me and wiggled his toes in my face, “By the way, do you see how my toenails are getting a bit long and gross looking? How about cutting them while you are down there?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned.

“And before you get up to look for a nail clipper, you’re going to cut them with your teeth.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said staring at the floor.

“Oh but do get yourself a glass of water. You’ll need it to help you swallow my nail clippings.”

I gulped, “Yes, Daddy,” Tears filled my eyes.

“A Foot Lovers Poem”

The club closed down and I ask this time
That we go to your place instead of mine
Tossing off our clothes and jumping under the sheets
We begin to fuck with each other’s feet

Softer than butter and sweeter than sugar
Your soles on my taste buds make me lose all control
And I wonder if mine makes you feel the same
Do my plump little toes drive you insane?

With your gorgeous arches wrapped around my head
I’m hypnotized by your hairy thighs
But no part of you entrances me
Then when watching your toes wiggle and spread

Spanking and giving each other head
Swimming to and fro in the bed
It’s late and we should be asleep
But we just want to play with each other’s feet

Your toes around my manhood put me on edge
As my soles stroke your powerful sledge
Holding nothing back we moan and cry
‘Til we milk each other’s balls dry

The sun comes up and we stop to rest
Fast asleep all through the day
Embracing each other in a romantic cliché

Later our friends are texting and wondering
If we’re up for more young male provoking
Hitting clubs, drinking beer, or raising hell through the town
But for that you and I just aren’t feeling down

Instead we dive under the sheets for another long night
Of passionately feeding our orgasmic delights
Who needs noisy clubs? I desire only one place
And that’s here with your feet fucking my face