Monday had arrived and instead of my normal routine of going to university, Dad made me stay home and make sure the house was spotless for Tyson's return. He also ordered me to cook an exceptional dinner for them both, celebrating my new house status. I scrubbed and vacuumed all day, while ducking into the kitchen every couple of hours to work on dinner.

Tyson came home in the afternoon and we greeted each other as normal, my heart was pounding at the thought of what was to come. He walked into the kitchen and was a bit surprised.

"Wow Ben, what's all this huh? You cooking for a family of 10 hahah." Tyson joked.

"Ah hehe well Dad thought it would be nice to have a good dinner since you've been gone a few days."

"I've been gone for 2 days geez! You guys miss me that much?" Tyson asked.

"Ah I dunno, I think it's nice."

Tyson rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm gonna go watch the game on TV." He walked into the lounge and I thought if that would be the last normal conversation we would have between us until Dad had his way tonight.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful, I continued cooking and Tyson just stayed in the lounge, chilling out watching TV. As usual at 7pm Dad had come home and I ran into the hall to welcome him.

"Hi Dad, welcome home." I said excitedly and grabbed his briefcase to put away.

"Get back here." He demanded. I turned around quickly and looked at him. He had a stern look on his face, clicking his fingers he pointed to the ground in front of him. "Kneel."

I dropped the briefcase and knelt down to the floor, glancing sideways to make sure Tyson couldn't see me from the loungeroom. Luckily where we were in the hall was blocked by a side partition.

"Crawl." Dad said pointing to his shoes. I did as ordered slowly crawling towards Dad's feet until my face was directly over them.

"This is how you will greet me every night from now on. You will kneel before me and crawl to my feet. Now kiss my shoes and welcome me home faggot!"

I lowered my head and planted kisses on both huge leather shoes, they were so warm and I could feel the heat on my lips. "Welcome home sir." I said between kisses.

"Fucking pathetic." Dad said and kicked my head, pushing me aside. "Move faggot." He said and stepped on me, crushing the air out of my lungs. I looked up to see him walking through the hall into the lounge room. Dad was treating me like absolute trash, it hurt me seeing how nice he was being to me not two days ago. I heard Dad greet Tyson in the other room, being his usual cheery self with his 'real son'.

I sighed and pulled myself up, dusting off I took a deep breath and walked into the lounge room, awaiting my torment ahead. Dad was already on the couch next to Tyson, both stretched out with their legs on the coffee table. They were chatting to each other, talking about random things while watching the game. Without even looking up at me Dad clicked his fingers and shouted "Beer, now!"

"Ok." I said.

"Bring Ty one too." Dad requested.

"Oh it's ok Ben, I don't want one." Ty kindly refused.

"Nonsense you'll have one with me son. Especially tonight." Dad said cheerfully to Tyson.

I looked over at Tyson who looked back at me with a strange expression. I didn't want Dad to say anything else so I quickly walked to the kitchen and brought back two beers. Handing them out to both guys on the couch, I didn't expect any thanks and wasn't surprised when they kept chatting, ignoring me. I stood by the side of the couch a little awkward as both men enjoyed their beers and TV.

"So what's so special about tonight Dad?" Tyson asked questionably.

"Ha well, it's probably better if I show you." Dad smirked. He clicked his fingers, looking at me and pointed towards his work shoes, not saying a word. I knew exactly what Dad wanted, I was nervous as hell knowing Tyson was right here watching but I didn't want to make Dad angry. I slowly walked over towards the end of the coffee table and knelt before both men's feet. I kept my gaze low, not wanting to look up and see my brothers face.

"Uhh what's going on Dad?" Tyson asked confused.

"Tonight we're celebrating the new roles in this house." Dad said.

"What roles?" Tyson asked.

"From now on only the men in this house are allowed to sit on the couch." Dad stated.

"I see but why's Ben on the floor? What's that make him?" Tyson looked over to me.

"Good question son. Let me show you." Dad smiled at Tyson then looked over to me with a stern expression. "Shoes." Was all he said and clicked his fingers.

I let out a small sigh, and unlaced Dad's work shoes, pulling them off his big feet. The usual smell of vinegary sweat assaulted my nostrils and made me scrunch my nose. The scent of his feet was always so strong but something about it kept me there. Dad didn't waste any time, he stretched his big socked feet and brought them up to my face. "Sniff."

I looked up and saw Tyson with a confused, wide eyed face staring back at me. I must have taken too long to follow Dad's orders.

"SNIFF!" Dad yelled.

I took in a deep breath, making sure he could hear. The intense sour stench invaded my nose sending me into that light headed state I now knew so well.

"No fucking way!" Tyson exclaimed. He was wide eyed, staring at me with an almost disgusted look. "What the fuck is going on?" He asked.

"Ty, while you were away I found out your brother here is a faggot." He started wiping his huge sole over my face. "And fags belong under the feet of real men in this house. Isn't that right faggot?" He asked me.

I was lost in the thick scent of sweat being wiped all over my face. I gave an inaudible response.

"What was that faggot!?" Dad yelled hitting the side of my head with his big foot.

"Yes sir!" I said louder.

"Yeah that's right. Kiss my feet." Dad ordered.

I quickly started planting kisses all over Dad's sweaty socked feet, not wanting to be kicked again.

"Holy shit. This is too much." Tyson exclaimed, looking from me to Dad. "Why is he letting you do this to him?"

"It's not about him son, it's about me and what I want. I'm the man, he's the fag, it's only natural for him to follow anything I say. He'll do the same for you, watch." Dad said looking towards me. "Fag, kiss Ty's feet." He ordered.

I paused stunned, looking over to my brother.

"Ugh no way!" Tyson exclaimed. "That's gross!"

"Trust me son it feels great. Just let him do it once, if you don't like it you can tell him to stop." Dad suggested.

"Hmmm." Tyson was in thought, staring at me, trying to work out what he was looking at. "I dunno Dad, it's kinda weird, he's my brother." Tyson still thought of me as his sibling, which made me feel a little better.

Dad kept pressing him. "Son, you'll be doing him a favour. He wants to do it, don't ya fag?" Dad asked me, tapping his foot on my cheek.

I gulped, looking at Dad and then Tyson. I knew if I said yes my relationship with Tyson would be lost forever. On the other hand, Dad was right, the two men in front of me were superior. Not just in size but in confidence. They deserved to be served by lesser males like myself. I took a deep breath. "Yes sir, I do."

"See." Dad said to Tyson excitedly. "Just let him."

"I guess...if he wants to do it." Tyson slowly accepted.

"Get to it fag!" Dad ordered.

I slowly leant over to the left, moving towards Tyson's feet. He had already taken his socks and shoes off when he came home so his wide size 13 soles were staring me straight in the face. My heart was pounding being before my younger brother. I slowly lowered my face and gave the top of Tyson's left foot a small kiss. Lifting my head quickly to look up at his reaction.

There was a few seconds pause until Tyson spoke. "Kiss this one." He pointed to his right foot. I saw Dad smiling with glee from the corner of my eye.

I leant over and gave the top of Tyson's right foot a kiss. Looking back up at him, his face was expressionless, I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Again after a small pause he spoke. "Kiss the bottoms." He said quietly.

I did as he asked, planting a kiss on each of his soles. Even though he played a lot of sport his feet were so soft and smooth, unlike Dad's that had patches of hard skin from years of work.

"Pretty good don't you think Ty?" Dad asked.

Tyson didn't reply as he was still staring at me in his expressionless gaze.

"Now kiss each toe." He ordered.

I bowed my head down ready to kiss his toes. Tyson pulled his feet back before I could come into contact with them. I looked up, confused.

"Beg me."

"Huh?" I was a bit shocked at the request.

"Beg to kiss my toes." Tyson repeated.

I looked over at Dad who was staring straight at me, a look of joy in his face hearing what Tyson had just said.

"P...please Tyson...can I kiss your toes?" I quietly pleaded.

Tyson pushed his feet forward again so they were right under my face. "Go ahead...faggot." I saw the cocky grin that instantly appeared on his face after calling me a faggot.

I slowly kissed each of Tyson's thick long toes. His foot scent wafting up to my nose, it was sweet and much more pleasant than Dad's. It gave me a tingling feeling inside the more I smelt. I kissed each toe again in the other direction, trying to get as much of his toe scent in my nostrils.

Tyson pulled his feet back again stopping me from reaching his toes. "Thank me."

I looked up a little confused. "What?"

"Thank me for allowing you to kiss my feet." Tyson repeated.

"Uh...thank you Tyson for letting me kiss your feet."

Tyson's face turned into a cocky grin. "You're welcome fag."

I felt crushed inside, my sibling relationship with Tyson was gone forever now. I heard Dad laughing, patting Tyson on the shoulder.

"Nice one Ty. See didn't I tell ya you'd enjoy it?"

"Yeah Dad I know. It was weird at first but when he started following my orders I felt so much power. It was kind of a rush."

"Yeah I know what you mean, the fag will do anything for us, trust me."

I knelt there listening to their conversation, they were talking like I wasn't in the room. It hurt a little.

"You hungry son?" Dad asked Tyson.

"Yeah starving Dad." Tyson agreed.

"Oi fag!" Dad yelled. "Go get our dinner ready, the men need to eat."

I sucked in my hurt emotions and slowly started to get up off the floor.

"Hey fag boy!" I heard Tyson yelling behind me. I was so surprised how quick his attitude towards me had changed. The way he called me a fag hurt. "Faggot's don't walk. Get back down and crawl." He ordered.

I got back down on my knees, hearing Dad chuckling on the couch.

"Hahah good idea Ty, I think we should make that part of the rules. Fag's must be on their knees always in the presence of real men." Dad suggested. "Got that faggot!?" He yelled out to me.

"...yes sir." I whimpered quietly.

"Hurry the fuck up fag boy. We're hungry!" Tyson yelled at me.

I wasn't used to the mocking and yelling. The mixed emotions in me were too much and I started to sob a little as I crawled past them.

"Geez you made the faggot cry already Ty!" Dad exclaimed as they both started laughing and clinked their beers together in celebration. I could hear their conversation as I quietly lay my head down on the kitchen floor trying to come to grips with what was happening.

"Fuck this is great Dad." Tyson exclaimed.

"Yeah I know son, it's about time we were shown the respect we deserve."

"Yeah...I still can't believe my big brother just kissed my feet though."

"Don't think of him as your brother anymore Ty. He's just a fag now, he's nothing."

"Yeah you're right Dad. Only a fag would let someone treat him like that."

"A fucking worthless fag." Dad added.

They both started laughing at that comment as I lay on the kitchen floor. Tears began to well up hearing the hurtful comments from the men in the other room. I was no longer a son or brother to them. I was nothing.