by Peter Hughes
“Kyle, there’s no way this will work,” I said.
We had just finished cleaning up the dinner dishes and were getting ready for bed. The images of that afternoon’s fuck fest with Cole and his powerful feet on the website still hung in my mind, and I was pretty sure Kyle was feeling the same way. Our stepfather Mitch had gone to take his shower and do his usual reading before turning in later.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “There’s nothing to it. We just get Mitch to watch the webcast and the rest will take care of itself.”
“Oh, really?” I said in a sarcastic tone. “I can just see it now: ‘Hey, Mitch, come into our room and watch this hunky guy hypnotize you with his bare feet! Then we’ll all have sex!’ Are you insane?”
Kyle scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Well, there IS another way we can do this.”
“How?”
“Drug him.”
I was floored. “What?” I screeched. “You are out of your mind!”
“No, I don’t mean make him overdose or anything,” Kyle amended. “We just slip him a date-rape drug.”
“Yeah, sure,” I grumbled. “For starters, where are we going to get it and second, how will we make him take it?”
Kyle grinned. “You haven’t been away to college, little brother,” he said craftily. “I know a couple of ways to get someone in bed. Just leave everything to me.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The next day was the day Mitch usually watched sports on TV and drank beer. Kyle and I figured that the best way to get him into our room was to slip him the date-rape drug (where Kyle got it I have no idea – and I didn’t want to know, either) and then somehow get him in front of the computer so that Cole could overpower him with his masterful feet.
Usually, Kyle and I were pretty talkative and excited when we watched live sports with our step-dad, but today we were still silently struggling with the question of how we were going to get Mitch to our room. I guess Mitch noticed this, because he stared at us from where he was lying on the couch.
“What is it with you two boys today?” he asked. “You’re quieter than church mice. What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing!” I said, perhaps a bit too hastily.
Kyle gave me a poke in the ribs. “Cool it,” he hissed.
Mitch gave a half-shrug and turned his attention back to the TV. He was relaxing in his usual fashion – shirtless, barefoot and wearing a pair of comfortable flannel pajama bottoms. He took a swig of beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Now, maybe I was still somewhat under Cole’s spell – maybe you could call it mind control – but for the first time I took a good look at Mitch’s body. And I liked what I saw! His broad chest and shoulders were rippling with muscles. The outdoor work had lightened his hair to a reddish-brown tint, which was really evident on his hard stomach. He had grown a goatee over the winter, and now I saw how well it matched his broad face.
And from what I could see from where I was sitting, his feet were gorgeous! They must have been a size 12 or so – they were bigger than Kyle’s, for sure – and the tops were covered with wisps of blondish hairs. Mitch’s ankles were crossed and every so often he would twitch his big toes as he watched the ball game.
I felt my groin harden with desire. I looked over at Kyle and his eyes were following Mitch’s body up and down as well. He caught my glance and gave me a secret smile. No matter what the outcome – this was going to be a very interesting day!
Mitch drained his beer and wiped his mouth. “Time for another one,” he remarked.
Kyle sprang up from his chair. “I’ll get it for you, Mitch,” he said quickly. He scurried into the kitchen, leaving my step-dad with a confused look on his face.
“Uh, OK,” Mitch said. Neither one of us had ever offered to get him another beer before.
Kyle came back from the kitchen, an icy-cold beer in his grip. “Here you go,” he said as he offered Mitch the beer.
“Thanks, buddy,” Mitch replied. Kyle gave me a knowing look. It was ON!
The following half-hour was interminably long as Kyle and I waited for the date-rape drug to kick in. At least Mitch was slugging back his beer at a rapid pace. Just when we thought that the drug wasn’t working, Mitch started acting funny. Perspiration started streaming from his forehead. His chest and arms started looking damp.
“Damn,” he muttered. “I think I’m coming down with something.”
We exchanged glances. “What’s wrong, Mitch?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said confusedly. “I think I’ll head to bed. Feels like a fever coming on.”
We both sprang up from our chairs. “Here, Mitch,” Kyle offered. “We’ll help you.”
“Thanks, guys,” Mitch said tiredly. He slowly got up from the couch. We got on either side of him and propped him up on our shoulders.
As we started walking to our parents’ bedroom, Mitch’s legs gave way. He was passed out.
“OK, Bryce,” Kyle whispered. “Quick, let’s get him to our room.”
“But how do we wake him up?” I asked.
“Leave it to me,” Kyle replied.
We half-dragged Mitch to our bedroom and sat him in the chair in front of the computer. I turned on the mainframe and typed in Cole’s web address. The window opened on the computer screen.
Cole’s hard, muscular body and sexy feet filled the screen. Today he was wearing a pair of black bikini briefs that accentuated his tanned, rippled stomach and stallion thighs. He saw us flanking Mitch, who was leaning back in the chair with his head tilted back and eyes shut.
“Hello, boys,” he said in his warm, rich voice. “And who do we have here?”
“This is our step-dad, Mitch,” Kyle replied. “Just as you requested.”
Cole smirked. “I wanted him alive, not dead!” he laughed.
I butted in to their conversation: “Kyle gave him a dose of a, uh, sedative,” I said helpfully. “Hopefully he knows how to reverse this situation.”
“I do,” Kyle replied shortly. “Hang on.”
Kyle produced a small capsule from his pocket. It was a dose of ammonia. He broke open the capsule and waved it under Mitch’s nose.
Mitch’s eyes fluttered. He opened his mouth and licked his lips, trying to wake up. “Huh? What’s going on here?” he asked. He tried focusing his eyes and gazed at the computer screen.
“Hello, Mitch,” Cole said sexily. “I’m so glad we could finally meet.”
“Huh? Who are you?” Mitch asked. He looked around and saw us standing on either side of him. “Guys, what the hell is going on here?”
“It’s like this, Mitch,” Kyle started but I cut him off.
“Look at Cole,” I instructed. “Trust me, Mitch – this will blow your mind!”
“Bryce, I can handle this!” Kyle exclaimed in an exasperated tone. “You see, Mitch –”
Angrily our step-dad got up from the chair. “Guys, I’m in NO MOOD for games!” he shouted. “This has gone far enough!”
Cole’s voice emanated from the speakers on my computer: “Boys, I think you’re going to have to take stronger measures. Put him back in the chair. Restrain him if you have to.”
It goes without saying that both Kyle and I must have been pretty far gone by this point to even question what Cole asked us to do, because normally we would have adamantly refused to lay a hand on our step-father. As Kyle pushed Mitch back into the chair, I took off my belt and tied both Mitch’s wrists behind him. Mitch was struggling but because of the date-rape drug, he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was.
“You boys are in a shit-load of trouble!” he raged. “When I get out of this, you two are going to be VERY SORRY!”
“Mitch, trust me,” I pleaded. “Just watch Cole, OK? Give him a minute. Please?”
Cole nodded approvingly from the screen. “Thank you, Bryce,” he said pleasantly. “So, Mitch – shall we begin? Look into my eyes.”
“NO!” Mitch roared. “You can’t make me!”
“Mitch,” Cole said reasonably. “Look at me.”
My step-dad shut his eyes. Immediately, Kyle put his hands on either side of his face and forced his eyes open. Mitch was struggling so hard I thought he was going to break the chair.
“Kyle!” he begged. “Stop it!”
“No,” Kyle replied calmly. “I’m watching Cole. You should too.”
Mitch began to stop struggling and, panting with exhaustion with tears coming out of his eyes, gazed at the monitor. Cole was smiling and flexing his feet. His blue eyes were like lasers.
“That’s it, Mitch old boy,” he said suavely. “See my feet? How do you like them?”
Mitch’s eyes started getting bigger. His struggling ceased. He watched as Cole wiggled his beefy toes, his tanned legs stretched out in front of him, his bare feet brushing dryly against each other.
“They’re awesome,” Mitch whispered. He licked his lips and kept gazing at the muscle god.
“Yeah, man?” Cole asked. He stretched his feet out even further so that they took up most of the screen. His feet flexed invitingly. “Glad you like them.”
As I was standing behind Mitch, I noticed his groin area getting bigger underneath his flannel PJ trousers. Soon I saw his cockhead peeking out of the slit in front of his pants. Geez, his dick is huge! I thought to myself. I want to get his pants off and see how big he is under those clothes.
Aloud I said: “Mitch, let’s get you more comfortable.” I walked around and knelt in front of him. Carefully I slid his pajama pants down his legs. My step-dad didn’t even seem to notice that I was getting him naked; he was too busy watching Cole’s masterful feet and muscular body.
Mitch’s dick started to rise up like an exclamation point. It was the first time I’d ever seen him naked, let alone aroused. His cock was big and thin, and a lot longer than Kyle’s. I felt my own cock stirring as I viewed my step-father’s nude body. He may not have been as muscular as Cole, but he was definitely sexy!
Meanwhile, Kyle was busy untying Mitch’s hands. “He should be OK now,” my brother whispered to me. “Cole’s taken care of him.”
Mitch didn’t even seem to care that he was free to go. He kept staring at Cole, who at this point was removing his black bikini and showing off his own huge cock. He began stroking it enticingly.
“Yeah, Mitch, you’re a real hot-looking daddy,” he purred. “I bet you’ve got a big cock too.”
“I sure do,” Mitch said with a smile. He gripped his man-cock and started rubbing it. His cock grew bigger and firmer. It must have been a good eight inches! My mouth began to water as I saw it.
“Oh, yeah buddy,” Cole murmured. “I bet you can fuck anyone with that thing.”
Meanwhile, Kyle was taking his clothes off and sporting a huge erection. He spat on his hand and started rubbing saliva all over his big meat. Watching Cole master our step-father was getting him hot!
I started getting naked too. Pretty soon all three of us (four if you count Cole) were nude, hard and ready to take it to the next step. Kyle and I pumped our cocks furiously as we watched Mitch getting off on Cole’s massive body and beautiful feet.
“How big are your feet, Mitch?” Cole asked.
“Twelve.”
“Mmm…” Cole replied, licking his lips. “Show me.”
Mitch pushed his seat back and put both of his big feet on the desk, in front of the webcam. He crossed his ankles and twitched his big toes.
“Oh, fuck!” Cole exclaimed. He jerked his hard cock a bit faster. “Those are some nice dawgs right there! Ever let the boys take care of them for you?”
“No,” my step-dad whispered. “What do you want them to do with my feet?”
Cole gave Mitch a very direct look. “I want them to worship them in a manner befitting the man of the house,” he said firmly. “In fact, I want you to prove to them – and to ME – that you are a leader.”
Mitch never took his eyes off of Cole. “How?”
“FUCK THOSE BOYS!”
Kyle and I looked at each other with amazement. I’m sure the same thoughts were running through our heads: Fuck us? Our own step-dad? Will he even do it? How will it feel?
“Fuck my boys?” Mitch asked quietly. (It was the first time he’d ever called us “his” boys, I noted.)
“Only if they are ready for it,” Cole declared. “Let them pleasure your body and feet, and when you cannot take it any longer, claim them as your own. I order it.”
The thought of being Mitch’s sex boys gave both me and my brother instant hard-ons. I knew that the first thing I wanted to do was to pleasure my step-father’s feet!
Mitch seemed kind of hesitant, so Cole gave him a second directive: “Watch the boys play with each other first,” he said. “Then join in the fun. They will then submit to your will, as they did to mine.”
“OK,” Mitch said slowly. “Provided that they do it of their own free will.”
“Agreed,” Cole said.
Mitch put his feet down from the desk and got up from the chair. He turned and looked at us inquiringly as we stood stark naked in front of him. “I see you two are ready to play,” he stated. “Is this what you want to do?”
“Yes, Mitch,” we both said almost simultaneously. I was breathing heavily and Kyle kept licking his lips as he saw our step-father standing naked before us.
“All right, then,” he replied. “Where do we start?”
Kyle spoke up: “Let us show you what we learned yesterday. Then we want to try it out on you.”
I nodded in agreement. “We want to be your boys, Mitch.”
Mitch smiled. “You already are,” he said softly. “And I’m proud to be your dad.”
We both smiled back at him. I was so full of joy and desire that I took Kyle’s hands and turned him to face me. I opened my mouth and started tongue-kissing my brother. He responded in the same way as we tightly hugged each other and sloppily, hungrily and happily sucked face for quite some time.
We then lay down on the bed, still clutching and kissing each other. Both of our cocks were hard and dripping with precum. We picked up where we left off yesterday and started to suck each other’s cocks in a 69 position. Kyle’s big, round cock was crammed in my mouth. He was bobbing his head up and down on my stiff prick, his hot mouth full of saliva that dripped down my shaft and pooled in my pubic hair.
“Oh, man,” Mitch moaned. I sneaked a glance at my step-dad; he was jerking his cock with one hand and tweaking his hard nipple with the other. “That’s fucking awesome! What else can you do?”
Kyle took his mouth off my dripping dick and turned around to face him. “We also like to play with feet!” he announced.
“Yeah?” Mitch grinned. “Show me, boys.”
Kyle and I laughed quietly and repositioned ourselves. Like yesterday, we put our two dicks together as my feet flanked my brother’s chest. He then grabbed my smooth, muscular legs and set them on top of his chest.
I took Kyle’s feet and gently started tonguing his soles and heels. Likewise, my brother began to suck my toes, alternating from one foot to the next. Mischievously he ran his index finger down my instep. “HA HA HA HA!!!” I squealed. “That tickles!”
“You gotta take it, little bro,” he said playfully. “I know where your weak spots are!”
He held onto my ankle with one hand and tickled my foot with the other. The pain was exquisite!
“Two can play at that game,” I announced as I grabbed his thick, meaty ankle and began tickling his wide sole and high arch. Kyle started shrieking. “HEY HEY HEY!! Bryce, stop it!” His captured foot began wigging and squirming trying to break free of my grasp.
Mitch was laughing along with both of us. “That looks fun, boys!” he exclaimed. “Mind if I join in the fun?”
“Come on in, dad!” I said joyfully. “I’ve been waiting all day to get a shot at your feet!”
From the screen, Cole laughed also. “You heard him, Mitch,” he said jovially. “Go in and claim them for your own.”
Mitch practically leaped onto the bed and landed next to us. He started rough-housing and tussling with us as if we were little boys. I hadn’t had this much fun in years! Our big, strong, naked step-dad was wrestling on the bed with us without a care in the world, while all three of us laughed like kids.
Pretty soon we quieted down and our sexual urges got stronger. We embraced each other in turn and all three of us curled up on our sides flanking each other. Mitch was in front of me; my chest pressed against his back. Kyle was snuggled up against Mitch’s chest.
My arm was draped over Mitch’s body and my hand was nestled against his man-cock. I moved my fingers and could feel his big balls. They were hairy and heavy in my grasp.
I shifted my feet and placed the top of my left foot beneath his hot, meaty sole. I wiggled my toes against his sole and his foot stroked my toes. Mitch’s other leg was further away, and I figured he was playing footsie with Kyle as well.
The feel of my step-father’s big foot next to mine gave me a raging hard-on. Without a word, I slowly disengaged myself from Mitch’s hot body and maneuvered myself so that my face was next to his feet.
Longingly, I approached my step-dad’s big bare feet. His toes were perfectly round, like big ripe grapes. His soles were long and broad; they had little wrinkles in them and smelled slightly musky. I cautiously and softly traced the path from his toes to his heel with my finger; his feet twitched and his toes wiggled slightly, as if inviting me to explore further.
“That feels good, Bryce,” Mitch said softly. “Pleasure my feet, boy.”
No need to tell me twice. I pressed my lips against his sole and softly kissed it. I repeated it with his other foot. Slowly, reverently, I made love to all of his toes with my lips and tongue. I gave each of his soles a tongue-bath and then started sucking his toes, one by one. Mitch moaned in ecstasy.
Kyle slowly got up and positioned himself on the other side of Mitch’s feet. Together we joined forces and venerated our step-father’s feet. Each of us took a foot and used lips, tongue and fingers to give Mitch a welcome to our intimate circle.
As we were sucking his toes and softly tickling his soles, Cole’s voice came from the direction of the desk: “You have been accepted, Mitch. Now you must welcome your boys by licking their feet also.
Mitch removed his feet and got out of bed. He gestured to us to lay our heads back on the pillows at the head of the bed. We stretched out side-by-side and straightened our legs.
Mitch gazed at us with warmth and love. His cock was enormous and hadn’t gone down in an hour. Slowly he approached both pairs of our feet and touched them softly – first Kyle’s, then mine. We groaned in anticipation.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Mitch kissed each of our soles, his goatee ticking us gently. I stifled a giggle as I felt his chin on my feet.
“I can’t decide whose feet are sexier,” he announced. “So I’ll have to have one of each!”
He grabbed my left ankle with one hand and Kyle’s right ankle with the other. He deftly crossed our ankles so that our feet were side-by-side, as if they were one set of feet.
“Best of both worlds,” he murmured as he surveyed our feet. I wiggled my toes against Kyle’s sole and we both laughed. From where we were laying, it certainly looked odd yet funny – Kyle’s broad size 10 foot against my slim size 9. Mitch took this opportunity to insert both of our big toes into his mouth at the same time.
“OHH,” I moaned. “Damn, daddy, this feels great!”
“Uh-huh!” Kyle breathed. “I never did anything like this before, dad!”
Mitch sucked our toes for a while and then got up. His cock was red and pulsating, and precum leaked from his slit hole. “Who wants to cum with me?” he asked. “I gotta shoot before I explode!”
“Let’s each foot-cum,” I suggested. “We lay with someone’s feet in our face and then jerk off as we worship them!”
“You got it!” Mitch said. “I’ll be in the middle – that way each of my boys can have a chance to taste my big ole feet!”
It didn’t take long for us to arrange ourselves that way. Both Kyle and I stayed where we were at the head of the bed; Mitch lay between us, his head at the foot of the bed and just a few spaces away from the computer, where Cole was still observing us.
“Now THIS is what I’ve been waiting for,” Cole announced. “The trifecta!”
It was awesome! My brother and I each had one of our dad’s big feet next to us, while we were able to tantalize him with our sexy feet. For a while there was no sound at all except for the hot mumblings of toes in mouths, and of hard fists jerking even harder cocks. Mitch was alternately sucking and licking each of our feet while we were doing the same to his.
It took my gentle tickling of Mitch’s toes for him to erupt. “Oh, SHIT!” he sputtered. Hot cum flew from his big red cock and covered all of our bodies. “FUCK!!” he yelled violently. “OH, FUCK!”
Kyle spurted next. “I’m COMING, MOTHERFUCKERS!” he shouted as thick jism rose from his beer-can cock. Finally, I erupted in a storm of semen. “OH DADDY!!” I screamed. “DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!” My fresh cum soaked both my dad and my brother.
Sweat-soaked and exhausted, we silently held and kissed each other. As we arranged ourselves on the bed, we could hear Cole cumming from the computer: “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! You FUCKERS!” We turned and saw the biggest load of cum ever to shoot from a man’s cock. Coated with jism and breathing heavily, Cole smiled broadly at us. “Thank you all for a wonderful time,” he said happily. “Go in peace.”
The website clicked off. Mitch, Kyle and I settled down for a long nap. We were one family now.
THE END
