My Bullies - Chapter Sixteen

Caleb stepped back slowly, breaking the intimate press of skin against skin. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spreading wide, thighs thick and relaxed. His chubbed cock rested heavy along one thigh, the shaft thickening further under Ethan’s gaze, veins beginning to stand out more prominently, the head glistening with that single bead of pre-cum that hadn’t yet fallen.

He leaned back on his palms, looking down at Ethan with calm, unhurried expectation.

“You want this?” Caleb asked, voice low. “Then earn it.”

Ethan’s knees hit the carpet before he even registered moving. His cock bobbed painfully between his legs, leaking a fresh string that stretched toward the floor.

“First task,” Caleb said. “Crawl to me. Kiss each toe on both feet. Thank me after every single one.”

Ethan crawled forward on hands and knees, ass still high, hole clenching emptily with every movement. When he reached Caleb’s bare feet he lowered his head, lips brushing the big toe of the right foot first—soft, warm skin, faint clean scent of soap and natural musk. He kissed it reverently.

“Thank you, sir,” he whispered.

He moved to the next toe, then the next, working methodically across all five on the right foot, then shifting to the left. Each kiss was deliberate, lingering a second longer than the last. After every one he murmured “Thank you, sir,” voice growing quieter, more broken.

Caleb watched without comment, toes flexing slightly under Ethan’s lips.

“Second task,” Caleb continued once Ethan finished the last pinky toe. “Lick. Heel to ball. Both feet. Slow.”

Ethan started with the right heel—tongue flat, dragging upward in one long, wet stripe along the arch, tasting salt and skin. He repeated the motion on every inch, heel to ball, then switched to the left foot. Caleb’s soles were warm, slightly rough at the heels, smooth in the center. Ethan’s tongue worked diligently, leaving shiny trails, his own cock dripping faster with every humiliating lap.

When he finished, Caleb lifted both feet slightly.

“Third task,” he said. “Put that leaking cock between my soles. Hump. Thirty seconds. No cumming. Count out loud.”

Ethan rose onto his knees, shuffled forward between Caleb’s spread thighs. He guided his aching cock into the warm channel formed by Caleb’s bare soles—soft skin on either side, pressing just enough to grip without mercy. The contact made him gasp; pre-cum smeared instantly along the arches.

He started to move—slow, shallow thrusts, hips rolling forward and back. “One… two… three…”

The friction was exquisite torture—enough pressure to tease, not enough to satisfy. His balls drew up tight; his hole clenched rhythmically. At “fifteen” his voice cracked; at “twenty-five” he was whimpering. He made it to “thirty” without spilling, body shaking, cock throbbing angrily between the warm feet.

Caleb lowered his soles.

“Last one,” he said. “Recite your dirtiest secrets and kinks. Stare at my cock the whole time. Don’t look away. Be honest.”

Ethan’s eyes locked on the thick, chubbed length resting on Caleb’s thigh—veins pulsing faintly, head flushed darker now, pre-cum beading again at the slit.

“I… I’ve jerked off thinking about you bullying me since sophomore year,” Ethan started, voice trembling. “Imagining you cornering me in the locker room, forcing me to my knees while the team watches. I get off on being called names—fag, slut, whore. I love the humiliation. I’ve sniffed your gym clothes when no one was looking. I’ve edged to your Instagram stories, coming right before the timer ran out. I want… I want to be owned. Used. Recorded. Shared with strangers. I chose sucking you over cumming because your cock matters more than my orgasm. I’m pathetic. I’m yours.”

His words hung in the air, raw and exposed.

Caleb studied him for a long moment.

Then he spread his legs wider.

He crooked one finger.

“Come here.”

Ethan shuffled forward on his knees until he was between Caleb’s thighs, face inches from the heavy, chubbed length. The musky heat of it filled his nose; the bead of pre-cum at the tip caught the light.

Ethan’s lips parted automatically, trembling.

He waited.

Caleb didn’t move yet.

He simply watched Ethan kneel there, mouth open, eyes fixed on his cock, body shaking with need and surrender.