Chapter Eight – Underfoot
Eric’s meal lasted for the better part of an hour, as Eric had to eat at the leisurely pace that Chris set for him. However, at least his captors were giving him enough food to make him feel pleasantly full despite having gone without eating for virtually the entire day. The food had gotten slightly cold, but otherwise it was delicious. He was even given several tasty cookies for dessert. Whatever else they planned for him, at least the boys apparently had no intention of starving him. He was also given as much to drink as he wanted, so the thirst he’d experienced for much of the day was now gone and forgotten as well.
While Chris was giving Eric his dessert, Clark and Kevin untied Kyle from his chair and – leaving his feet hobbled with chains and his hands tied behind his back – walked him out of the kitchen and into the living room. Alone with Chris in the kitchen, Eric could hear them moving around in the next room but could not see what they were up to. In fact, he could see little of anything other than Chris’s bare legs directly in front of him plus his arm and hand whenever the boy proffered more food for him to eat.
Eric finally indicated he was full; hoping he would be immediately allowed to emerge from underneath the table. But first Chris bent down with the same cloth Eric had been gagged with before in one hand and a fresh tennis ball in the other. Eric reluctantly opened his mouth and allowed the ball to be placed inside his mouth. Chris then stood up, pushed his chair backward with his leg, crouched down in front of Eric and securely tied the gag to his face. He then walked around the table, crouched down behind Eric, and unlocked the manacle that kept Eric’s wrists trapped behind him and down near his feet. Then his wrist manacles were unlocked and re-locked with his wrists in front of him. Finally, his collar was placed back around his neck and the leash clipped onto it.
Eric had a momentary thought of resisting at this point, but the memory of his previous attempt the previous night was still fresh in his mind and he remained perfectly still. As if noticing Eric’s impulse and his deciding against it, Chris gently patted Eric on the shoulder. He then helped his captive to his feet rather than let Eric try to struggle to a standing position on his own.
“Time for kitchen clean-up,” Chris told Eric as he indicated the table top, which was cluttered with the dirty dishes and small uneaten remnants of their supper, with one hand while holding Eric’s leash with the other. “Pick up all the dirty dishes from the table, put them into the sink, and wash them. Then we’ll relax in the living room with the others and watch TV.”
Eric complied without complaint, as being able to move around even to this limited extent was much more pleasurable than the confinement he’d been experiencing under the table. He gathered the dirty dishes and washed them with a sensation almost bordering on enthusiasm. He might even have whistled while he worked had it not been for the gag.
“You’ll be doing all the clean-up duties from now on, by the way,” Chris told Eric conversationally. “Kyle used to do them, but you’ll gradually be taking over all his chores - as well as ours.”
Eric made no visible reaction. Although he had always loathed doing chores before, he was coming to realize that there were worse things he could be experiencing right now. As it was, it was far better to do a little light housework than be kept tied up to a chair or down in the cellar.
Eric shuddered as he thought about that cellar. Brrr! Did his captors have any plans to use any of those torture devices on him? Even if he were not gagged, Eric would have had no desire to ask – it might give his young captors ideas!
Eric washed the dirty cookware, dishes and silverware that had been used to make supper and put them all away, while Chris stood casually behind him holding his leash the entire time. “Good work, slave,’ Chris complimented Eric cheerfully as Eric finished washing his hands and wiping them dry. “Okay, it’s time to relax. Let’s go out into the living room. That way,” he concluded; pointing the way in case there was any doubt.
Chris walked behind Eric, holding the leash as the captive walked toward the closed door between the living room and kitchen and pushed it open with his manacled hands. Eric then took a few steps into the living room, with Chris close behind him. He then stopped dead in his tracks as what he was seeing registered in his head.
Kyle was still tied with the leather straps that had encircled his arms and torso when he’d been tied to the chair in the kitchen. Several more such ropes were now tied tightly around his ankles and above and below his knees. Blindfolded and gagged, he lay face up on a three-seat sofa directly in front of Eric and Chris. He might even have been comfortable laying there as he was, as the sofa looked very comfortable.
However, at this moment Kevin was sitting atop his chest and belly and Clark was sitting upon his thighs. Both boys had removed their shoes and socks, and acted as casually as if Kyle was simply another sofa cushion. Bound, gagged, and blindfolded as he was, Kyle was just about as lively as a cushion anyway. His brothers paid him no more attention than they were the sofa, as their eyes were glued to the Evening News on the fifty-inch plasma-screen television nearby; turning only momentarily to glance over at Chris and Eric as they entered the room.
Eric was about to proceed forward when a gentle tug on his leash impelled him to stay put.
“Feel like going for a horse-back ride, Clark?” Chris suddenly asked his younger brother.
“Sure!” Clark replied with childish enthusiasm as he jumped off his brother’s legs and walked toward Eric and Chris.
“Kneel, camel,” Chris told Eric while flicking the leash gently; making it act like a whip but much more gently as it flicked the back of Eric’s collar.
Holding back a sigh, Eric got down to the floor on his hands and knees while Clark stopped directly behind him. Then, with a quiet giggle, Clark stepped beside Eric’s body, swung one leg over him, and seated himself on Eric’s back as if he were a horse.
“Wow, what a sway-backed old nag!” Clark said derisively as he bounced slightly on Eric’s backbone and started to gently kick both sides of Eric’s hips with his now-bare heels. “Come on, horsie, giddy-yup!”
Chris, who had just removed his own socks and shoes as Clark was mounting his steed, now gently tugged on Eric’s leash and walked slowly around the living room. The tug was not enough to choke Eric had he remained still, but he knew better than to disobey. If Chris wanted to, he could easily pull on the collar with enough force to choke him, and the other boys could simply start beating on him if they so wished. Shackled as he was, Eric knew he was completely at their mercy. Seeing no point in changing their evidently mellow mood into something less pleasant, Eric merely began to scrabble forward on his hands and knees, just as if he were a well-behaved horse trotting along on its four legs.
Eric was made to circum-ambulate the entire living room over a dozen times. His knees began to chafe, as did his wrists and ankles where his manacles were starting to dig into them. Eric tried to whine through his gag to get some attention and sympathy, but his young rider and his lead seemed oblivious to this. Finally though Kevin – who had been watching the proceedings with amusement while still comfortably seated on his oldest brother’s torso – noticed Eric’s discomfort and pointed out Eric’s developing chafes and scrapes to his brothers.
Apparently Clark and Chris had some sense of compassion, because Clark immediately dismounted and went for a first-aid kit while Chris checked Eric over. Some soothing ointment was applied to Eric’s wrists and ankles, and some bandages were placed on his knees. After that, Eric felt somewhat better.
“Okay, now it’s really time to relax,” Chris announced as he led Eric, who was still on his hands and knees, over to the sofa where a gagged, blindfolded and bound Kyle still lay placidly and his brother Kevin still sat almost equally placidly on top of him.
He wasn’t allowed to get off his hands and knees yet however. Instead, he was made to crawl onto the rug just in front of the sofa; his head almost adjacent to Kyle’s but facing down to the floor rather than up to the ceiling. A moment later, Kevin lifted his legs and rested them upon Eric’s bare shoulders. Clark resumed sitting beside Kevin and placed the backs of his own legs against the small of Eric’s back. Eric had gone from being a steed to a footstool.
Chris pulled up an armchair directly in front of Eric and sat down in it; still holding Eric’s leash. Hen, almost languidly, he lifted up his left foot and carefully placed it upon the back of Eric’s bowed head.
“Now you just stay there like that,” Chris told Eric as he grabbed the remote and changed the channel to a station where the movie Spaceballs 2 - The Search For more Money was just beginning to play.
Eric was forced to serve as a footstool throughout the entire movie. Only when the final credits were rolling did his three captors take their legs off of him again.
‘Okay, slave…. Lie on your tummy,” Chris told Eric.
Eric wasted no time obeying; the idea of laying down sounded too good to him right now regardless of what sinister plan the boys had for him next – and Eric was pretty sure that there *was* some new sinister torment being planned for him.
He was correct of course.
Chris got off his chair and squatted down beside Eric’s waist. “Turn to face me a little,” Chris bade him. “Enough so that I can unlock your wrist manacles on my side.”
Eric did as he was told, and the boy quickly unlocked both set of manacles on Eric’s left wrist, forced his wrists behind him, and re-locked the manacles around his left wrist again; leaving both of Eric’s wrists trapped behind his back.
“Now roll over onto your back,” Chris told Eric as he sat in his chair again.
Eric did what he was told. Lying on the manacles caused them to dig into his wrists somewhat, although not as badly as would have been the case with modern handcuffs. The thick rug he was lying on also provided him with some cushioning that eased his discomfort.
Eric’s head now lay directly between Chris’s feet where he sat in his chair – less than a foot from Eric’s head – and his body just in front of Clark and Kevin’s feet. Looking up, Eric could see all three boys peering back down at him with gleeful, mischievous smiles.
‘Oh yeah; they’re up to something all right!’ Eric thought to himself.
Kevin and Clark, who had remained seated upon the sofa (and Kyle) the entire time, now placed both of their bare feet upon Eric’s chest and belly; rubbing them as if trying to wipe unseen mud of their feet. Fortunately the floor was quite clean - and therefore so were their feet. However, it was a warm and humid night and by now their feet were moderately sweaty. It was a bit icky, but Eric had been prepared for much worse and showed no outward signs of his disapproval with the proceedings.
But then Chris lifted his left foot and planted it upon Eric’s head again; but this time it was upon his upturned face rather than the back of his head!
Eric made a noise of disgust and tried to avert his head, but whatever side of his face was turned upright got the foot planted on top of it. Chris rubbed the bottom of one sweaty, smelly foot and then the other upon Eric’s face as if wiping them off; and then placed both feet upon Eric’s face.
Eric made an angry, disgusted noise into his gag.
Eric’s tormentor placed his feet on the rug to either side of Eric’s head again but rather than looking annoyed, Chris smiled. Remaining seated in his chair, he bent his upper body down to reach Eric’s gag and then untie it.
“Don’t like your foot rubs?” Chris asked mockingly as he pulled Eric’s gag off with one hand and pulled his tennis ball stuffing out with the other.
“No, not really,” Eric replied mildly. He did not dare to vent his real feelings.
“Then you’ll love my next idea,” Chris said smugly as he planted a foot back atop Eric’s upturned face. “Lick my feet!”
That was the last straw for Eric. It was bad enough to be kept tied up, taunted, neglected and abused under any circumstances – but to be so totally at the mercy of these three bratty kids was just too much! Forgetting his helpless condition for the moment, he shook his face in violent negation and snapped, “Go to Hell!”
The silence was suddenly so absolute you could have heard a pin drop. Then Kyle made a noise into his gag that sounded unmistakably like, “Uh oh!”
Chris and his other two brothers looked down at Eric quietly. They were still smiling, but now their smiles carried more than a hint of menace to them.
“Well, if you don’t like the games we’re playing up here,” Chris said slowly and carefully, “then perhaps you’d like it better if we head down to the cellar for a while. We can share some of the toys we have down there with you instead. Maybe some stretching exercises on the rack would be more to your liking, hmm? Or perhaps some time in the stocks while we beat you with whips might be more fun? What’s your pleasure?”
“You… you’re not serious?” Eric asked desperately.
“We’ve used them on our own brother here,” Clark chimed in. “We certainly wouldn’t be any gentler with you!”
“Hey, Kyle,” Kevin added as he gently patted the sides of Kyle’s face to make sure he had his eldest brother’s attention. “Eric wants to know if we’d use the cellar toys on him.”
Kyle nodded in affirmation; making a grunt of affirmation through his gag at the same time.
“I’m partial to using the whips on you myself,” Chris told Eric. “You have ten seconds to decide, punk. Are you going to DO some licking, or are you going to GET a licking?!”
There was no remaining shred of doubt in Eric’s mind that his captors meant business.
“I – I’ll do it,” Eric answered dejectedly as all the resistance went right out of him.
“Then get started,” Chris commanded him as he planted the sole of a sweaty foot right atop Eric’s face.
Screwing up his courage (and his face in disgust), Eric shut his eyes tightly, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick the undersides of Chris’s foot.
His ears were filled with the sound of taunting laughter from all three boys. Clark and Kevin began rubbing the undersides of their own feet on Eric’s torso even more vigorously than before.
A different movie began to play on the TV; the boys showed no particular interest in it but also showed no inclination to turn the TV off and call it a night either. But as long as Eric continued to lick Chris’s feet, they showed no inclination to abuse him further either.
After about twenty minutes of this, Chris finally seemed satisfied and placed his feet on the rug to either side of Eric’s head again. But before Eric could do more to sigh with relief, Kevin shifted his right foot and placed it directly over Eric’s mouth. “My turn now,” Kevin said simply.
And so Eric spent the next thirty minutes licking Kevin’s feet as well. Kevin was even more demanding than Chris was, and as the angle of his feet was different he was able to stick some of his toes into Eric’s mouth and make him suck on them.
Kevin was halfway tempted to bite right down on his tormentor’s toes, but just the thought of such revenge made him gag. Besides, he knew that the punishment for such an unwise deed would be severe indeed. So, as the saying goes, he simply sucked it up.
But the moment Kevin seemed satisfied, Clark stood up, stood over Eric’s body, and had his own foot atop Eric’s face; this time the toes in Eric’s direct field of view rather than hidden by the rest of the foot as in Chris’s case. Clark was in an even better position now to compel Eric to suck on his toes; especially as his feet were somewhat smaller than those of his brothers.
Although the youngest of the brothers, Clark proved hardest of all for Eric to please and forced the prisoner to do a very thorough job indeed.
Seeing this, Kevin decided on a do-over. Rather than wait to make Eric do it however, he simply un-gagged his oldest brother, swiveled his body around while still atop Kyle’s chest, and planted his right foot onto Kyle’s face.
Without needing to be told what was expected of him, Kyle began to lick the undersides of Kevin’s feet; doing so with considerably more vigor and enthusiasm than Eric had shown.
“Not bad for a first effort, Eric,” Kevin told the prisoner. “You get to spend the night in bed tonight instead of down in the cellar. But since Kyle still does a better job of licking than you, it’s no mattress for you again tonight.”
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