A Stepbrother’s Sub (M+/M+)
Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2020 5:46 pm
Heyy everyone! I wanted to join in on the storytelling, so here goes! This is based on a story I actually did on Tumblr awhile back. I started rewriting it a couple months ago and then figured I could put it here since I'm a user on here now. The original had like 6 or so parts, so we'll see how it goes! If it's well-received, then I might try to rewrite another story i did, as well some stories based more in truth. Please be kind, I'm not a good writer But honestly I'm always down for getting feedback!!!
Enjoy!!!
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A STEPBROTHER’S SUB PART I
My name’s Bobby, I’m 25 years old, and this is the story of how I initially became my stepbrother’s foot sub. So, I’ve known that I was gay since middle school but I didn’t come out to my close friends and my parents until I turned 20. I’ve always been a private guy, but I never lie when people ask about my sexual orientation. But I do have one secret, well I actually have two secrets: I love bondage and feet. I don’t know why, but since I was a kid, I’ve always loved being tied up and gagged. Seeing other guys bound and gagged on TV and in movies was just so fascinating, and I eventually discovered that it turned me on. I had never been tied up by anyone else, and instead relied on tape, ties and rope for some self-bondage fun. But still, just the thought of the loss of control and of being at the mercy of another guy got me so excited.
And then the feet…I just love feet so much. Seeing guys in flip flops was the best thing ever, but I soon discovered that it was the smell that really did it for me. I always wanted to sniff guys’ sweaty smelly feet and shoes, and even sneaked a couple sniffs from my friends’ shoes and socks when I was over at their houses. Theirs were a little, but I wanted my senses to be overwhelmed by the stench. But again, no one had ever forced me to sniff their feet. At least not until this one weekend…
Bobby
I went back home to spend the holidays with my family, but soon found myself bored at home with nothing to do since I was off from school for a few weeks. My parents ended up going on a weekend trip, so I’d be by myself for two nights and planned to play videogames, order takeout, and watch Netflix. I had gone for a quick jog Friday night and came home to my stepbrother, Joe, walking up to the front door.. He was 19, light-skinned, taller than me (although with me being 5’6”, most guys were taller than me), slender but fit, and with brown hair in a buzzcut. We had been stepbrothers for about three years, but we weren’t that close since I had moved away to college when our parents married. But we had been chatting more over the last year, and even semi-bonded over videogames and movies.
Joe
“Hey!” He was at the front door as I approached, looking towards me and waving.
“Hey dude, what’s up? I didn’t know you were coming here,” I said as Joe unlocked the door.
“Yeah, I was gonna head back to my mom’s, but she’s been a pain lately. So I figured I’d crash here for a night or two. Plus, work today was such a long day, and Dad’s place is closest to the grocery store.”
“Oh, for sure, it’ll be the two of us since my mom and your dad are away.”
“Aww sweet! Party time hahaha!”
We both laughed as we walked in and went to get some drinks from the kitchen, both on our phones. I normally didn’t risk it, but I decided to log into my private Instagram and check out some kinky bondage posts for a few minutes. It was silent for a bit, but I was too distracted by all the posts to think much of it. Eventually Joe went downstairs to the basement, where our game consoles were. ‘Weird,’ I thought to myself, ‘he just went straight downstairs, instead of showering and changing out of his work clothes.’
I was still sweaty from my run, so I headed upstairs to take a shower. I had just gotten into the bathroom when I thought I heard yelling, so I opened the bathroom door to listen again.
“BOBBY!!! Joe yelled from the basement after a couple seconds of silence.
“WHAT!?!?!” I yelled back.
Silence.
“BOBBY!!! COME DOWN!!!”
‘What the hell does he want?’ I thought to myself, grudgingly heading downstairs to the basement. I heard him yell out again as I walked down the stairs to the living room, yelling back but not getting any response. I walked through the kitchen and opened the basement door.
“What’s up!?” I yelled down.
“Just come down here!” he said back.
I sighed and walked down to find Joe on the couch setting up a game with the controller.
“What!?” I said, slightly annoyed. He ignored me, just looking at the game.
“Dude, did you need something? Is everything okay?”
Nothing. I sighed and turned around, heading for the stairs.
“Come over here.”
I turned around, him still not looking at me.
“What?”
“I said come over here, NOW!!”
Joe’s voice shook the walls a bit. I instinctively followed his command and practically ran to him. I stood in front of him, trembling in place, confused as to what was happening, and feeling a growing tent in my thin gym shorts. ‘Why the fuck did I just obey him like that?’ I thought as I tried adjusting my gym shorts and briefs.
“Turn around, get on your knees, and put your hands behind your back,” he said, still not making any eye contact with me. I stood there for a few seconds.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said, his eyes turning to me without moving his head. I knelt down, my heart beating so fast. ‘Why is he acting like this? What the fuck is happening?’ I thought as I followed his orders.
I heard him get up and shuffle through a nearby duffle bag, and he soon walked closer and kneeled down behind me. I then heard the sound of duct tape being unrolled and feel him taping up my hands. ‘Holy shit, is this really happening?’ I thought to myself, “is he gonna tape me up? Why? Does he know about me? No, there’s no way he could, I’ve been so careful!’
I started breathing faster, with the thrill of being taped up getting me even hornier. I looked down at my gym shorts and groaned quietly, wising that I had changed clothes because it was going to become very obvious to Joe that I was enjoying this.
“Turn around,” Joe said, having tightly wrapped up my hands. I shuffled around on my knees and saw him holding his phone to me. On it was a video of me on my phone when we were back in the kitchen earlier, with him looking from behind me as he zoomed in scrolling through my private Instagram profile. My heart dropped and I felt so stupid I was for being on it when he was so close. I remembered thinking back how quiet it was and figured he just was on his phone too. I couldn’t look at him, but after a couple seconds of watching the video, I dropped my head, looking at the floor and his feet, still in his black work boots. They were probably so sweaty and smelly, but I couldn’t even look at them with joy because I felt also ashamed and pathetic.
“Look at me” Joe said sternly.
I was too scared to look up, but I finally mustered enough courage to do so after a few seconds of silence. Joe didn’t look angry or disgusted, just confused and surprised, and maybe even a little intrigued. He looked back at the phone and scrolled through Instagram.
“So…” Joe started to say, his eyes switching back from his phone and me, “I looked up some of the profiles you were scrolling through, and holy fuck dude, you’re into some weird shit. I mean Dad mentioned that you were gay, which is fine. But dude, like what the fuck?”
He held up a video of a guy squirming, all taped up and gagged with some dirty socks sticking out from underneath the tape gag. In the video, a jock rested his feet on the bound guy’s face, with the jock laughing and calling the other guy a fag, who just moaned back in agreement. I couldn’t help but lick and bite my lips, wanting to be in the bound guy’s place. Joe noticed and smiled, scrolling down and showing the comment I posted saying how badly I wanted to be the guy tied up and gagged……
Enjoy!!!
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A STEPBROTHER’S SUB PART I
My name’s Bobby, I’m 25 years old, and this is the story of how I initially became my stepbrother’s foot sub. So, I’ve known that I was gay since middle school but I didn’t come out to my close friends and my parents until I turned 20. I’ve always been a private guy, but I never lie when people ask about my sexual orientation. But I do have one secret, well I actually have two secrets: I love bondage and feet. I don’t know why, but since I was a kid, I’ve always loved being tied up and gagged. Seeing other guys bound and gagged on TV and in movies was just so fascinating, and I eventually discovered that it turned me on. I had never been tied up by anyone else, and instead relied on tape, ties and rope for some self-bondage fun. But still, just the thought of the loss of control and of being at the mercy of another guy got me so excited.
And then the feet…I just love feet so much. Seeing guys in flip flops was the best thing ever, but I soon discovered that it was the smell that really did it for me. I always wanted to sniff guys’ sweaty smelly feet and shoes, and even sneaked a couple sniffs from my friends’ shoes and socks when I was over at their houses. Theirs were a little, but I wanted my senses to be overwhelmed by the stench. But again, no one had ever forced me to sniff their feet. At least not until this one weekend…
Bobby
I went back home to spend the holidays with my family, but soon found myself bored at home with nothing to do since I was off from school for a few weeks. My parents ended up going on a weekend trip, so I’d be by myself for two nights and planned to play videogames, order takeout, and watch Netflix. I had gone for a quick jog Friday night and came home to my stepbrother, Joe, walking up to the front door.. He was 19, light-skinned, taller than me (although with me being 5’6”, most guys were taller than me), slender but fit, and with brown hair in a buzzcut. We had been stepbrothers for about three years, but we weren’t that close since I had moved away to college when our parents married. But we had been chatting more over the last year, and even semi-bonded over videogames and movies.
Joe
“Hey!” He was at the front door as I approached, looking towards me and waving.
“Hey dude, what’s up? I didn’t know you were coming here,” I said as Joe unlocked the door.
“Yeah, I was gonna head back to my mom’s, but she’s been a pain lately. So I figured I’d crash here for a night or two. Plus, work today was such a long day, and Dad’s place is closest to the grocery store.”
“Oh, for sure, it’ll be the two of us since my mom and your dad are away.”
“Aww sweet! Party time hahaha!”
We both laughed as we walked in and went to get some drinks from the kitchen, both on our phones. I normally didn’t risk it, but I decided to log into my private Instagram and check out some kinky bondage posts for a few minutes. It was silent for a bit, but I was too distracted by all the posts to think much of it. Eventually Joe went downstairs to the basement, where our game consoles were. ‘Weird,’ I thought to myself, ‘he just went straight downstairs, instead of showering and changing out of his work clothes.’
I was still sweaty from my run, so I headed upstairs to take a shower. I had just gotten into the bathroom when I thought I heard yelling, so I opened the bathroom door to listen again.
“BOBBY!!! Joe yelled from the basement after a couple seconds of silence.
“WHAT!?!?!” I yelled back.
Silence.
“BOBBY!!! COME DOWN!!!”
‘What the hell does he want?’ I thought to myself, grudgingly heading downstairs to the basement. I heard him yell out again as I walked down the stairs to the living room, yelling back but not getting any response. I walked through the kitchen and opened the basement door.
“What’s up!?” I yelled down.
“Just come down here!” he said back.
I sighed and walked down to find Joe on the couch setting up a game with the controller.
“What!?” I said, slightly annoyed. He ignored me, just looking at the game.
“Dude, did you need something? Is everything okay?”
Nothing. I sighed and turned around, heading for the stairs.
“Come over here.”
I turned around, him still not looking at me.
“What?”
“I said come over here, NOW!!”
Joe’s voice shook the walls a bit. I instinctively followed his command and practically ran to him. I stood in front of him, trembling in place, confused as to what was happening, and feeling a growing tent in my thin gym shorts. ‘Why the fuck did I just obey him like that?’ I thought as I tried adjusting my gym shorts and briefs.
“Turn around, get on your knees, and put your hands behind your back,” he said, still not making any eye contact with me. I stood there for a few seconds.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said, his eyes turning to me without moving his head. I knelt down, my heart beating so fast. ‘Why is he acting like this? What the fuck is happening?’ I thought as I followed his orders.
I heard him get up and shuffle through a nearby duffle bag, and he soon walked closer and kneeled down behind me. I then heard the sound of duct tape being unrolled and feel him taping up my hands. ‘Holy shit, is this really happening?’ I thought to myself, “is he gonna tape me up? Why? Does he know about me? No, there’s no way he could, I’ve been so careful!’
I started breathing faster, with the thrill of being taped up getting me even hornier. I looked down at my gym shorts and groaned quietly, wising that I had changed clothes because it was going to become very obvious to Joe that I was enjoying this.
“Turn around,” Joe said, having tightly wrapped up my hands. I shuffled around on my knees and saw him holding his phone to me. On it was a video of me on my phone when we were back in the kitchen earlier, with him looking from behind me as he zoomed in scrolling through my private Instagram profile. My heart dropped and I felt so stupid I was for being on it when he was so close. I remembered thinking back how quiet it was and figured he just was on his phone too. I couldn’t look at him, but after a couple seconds of watching the video, I dropped my head, looking at the floor and his feet, still in his black work boots. They were probably so sweaty and smelly, but I couldn’t even look at them with joy because I felt also ashamed and pathetic.
“Look at me” Joe said sternly.
I was too scared to look up, but I finally mustered enough courage to do so after a few seconds of silence. Joe didn’t look angry or disgusted, just confused and surprised, and maybe even a little intrigued. He looked back at the phone and scrolled through Instagram.
“So…” Joe started to say, his eyes switching back from his phone and me, “I looked up some of the profiles you were scrolling through, and holy fuck dude, you’re into some weird shit. I mean Dad mentioned that you were gay, which is fine. But dude, like what the fuck?”
He held up a video of a guy squirming, all taped up and gagged with some dirty socks sticking out from underneath the tape gag. In the video, a jock rested his feet on the bound guy’s face, with the jock laughing and calling the other guy a fag, who just moaned back in agreement. I couldn’t help but lick and bite my lips, wanting to be in the bound guy’s place. Joe noticed and smiled, scrolling down and showing the comment I posted saying how badly I wanted to be the guy tied up and gagged……