AN; Warnings: Bondage, Footfetish/Worship
Lincoln and Isaac met up with each other occasionally on an average once a week. Most of the time it was over the weekend. It was a long ride from the Loud residence on his bike and he had his sisters, homework, and other friends to hang out with. Though the young Loud did visit on some weekdays where he had nothing to do.
He'd tell his parents he was going to hang out with his friends at one of their houses, the nearby arcade, or a restaurant. And bless their souls, they never questioned him. They fully trusted their only son. It wasn't surprising to anyone. He never got into trouble, and neither did his friend group. His sisters weren't terrible either despite their usual shenanigans. Rita and Lynn Sr. let them go out whenever it was reasonable, especially the older kids. With eleven kids to care for, they couldn't expect them all to stay cooped up in the house every day of the week. Besides, Royal Woods had a very low and respectable crime rate. They weren't worried in the slightest for their safety. Lincoln especially so, since he was a lot tamer than the bulk of his sisters in comparison.
His sisters also didn't suspect anything. They weren't interested in his personal life. They never cared about any of his "boy" activities. Although, he was still more fearful of them than his parents. They were always unexpectedly snooping on him.
He would ride his bike to Isaac's home every time. The kind man offered to pay for a bus ticket, but Lincoln refused. He didn't mind the ride and the little exercise he accomplished. Once there, the two would eat, play games, watch something, or even relax. Like any normal couple of friends would. As the weeks went by, they got closer and more comfortable around each other. It wasn't long until they got to the point where they completely trusted each other. They would jab out jokes around or simply have a conversation with zero anxiety. They would even dare to call each other best friend material.
One other thing they also did was quite literally fuck each other, that was obvious.
Or more like Lincoln getting fucked.
They'd head upstairs, undress, do some foreplay, then get dirty with each other. Then finally relax in the aftermath.
They were both checked by a doctor Isaac personally knew. Luckily, both of them were clean of any diseases, so from then on, with any penetration they started doing it raw. No condoms, only lube.
Issac was always in charge, whether Lincoln was on top or not. Things always went by his word. He would have them do a different position, make Lincoln suck him off, or force him down while he had his fun with his young body. Of course, he would always ask if Lincoln was alright, something he appreciated.
They even did it in different rooms. Lincoln would give a blowjob or ride him while they watched a movie on the couch, or while making something to eat in the kitchen. Isaac would touch him in the shower or had the boy below his desk at work while he did something on his computer in his home office. He even fucked Lincoln's brains out while he was laying on the dinner table, a perk of having a house to yourself.
This went on for about three months. Lincoln felt so much happier, and he was so glad he went up to Pacowski that fateful day. The man in question messaged him about his life and his new job around twice a week or whenever he had the chance.
There was one thing Lincoln began to realize as the months passed. Isaac was rough with him a lot of the time. He'd force a kiss between them, or shove his cock into his mouth. He would fuck him hard as he pinned him down, unable to move. In retrospect, it sounded terrible. It sounded like the actions of someone selfish and only cared about his own pleasures. But Isaac was a genuine, sweet guy. Perhaps he just got too into things? Either way, Lincoln never complained.
He absolutely loved it.
Every time he felt like he was being used, forced into things, or had the feeling of being unable to escape—it excited him. More than that, it made him painfully aroused.
After a night on the internet, he realized it was a common thing. It was called being submissive, or the sub in a relationship. His research led to more surfing, and he saw something called "fetishes."
That was when he saw the most common ones.
He noticed every time they would head upstairs, Isaac would order him to take off not only his shoes but his socks. Until now Lincoln always concluded it was some weird cleanliness thing he had going on. But after seeing that a foot fetish was common in people, he started to think much differently. He would catch the man staring at his two feet sometimes. In bed, he'd grab his feet or kiss them once or twice. He never had a reason to question the weird actions until now.
On the other side of the spectrum, he found that people liked what they called "bondage." He didn't get through a single video before thinking about himself in that position. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted it to become reality. He got aroused simply thinking about it later that same day and was glad none of his sisters caught his boner. It was infuriating how he couldn't get it off his mind. It was like thinking about an upcoming school trip you were excited about. The next thing he knew, he practically begged to be in an embarrassing position such as the one he saw in the video.
He also liked women's breasts. Unfortunately, Isaac had none.
In the present, he sat with Isaac on the couch, the two playing a shooting game together. In the back of his mind was his internet "research." He wanted to ask Isaac if he was down to try out any of that stuff. While he was certain he would love nothing more, he couldn't help but be nervous and embarrassed. Was he supposed to ask Isaac about it out of nowhere?
When they eventually decided to head upstairs to the bedroom, Lincoln knew this was the best time to bring it up.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself. His racing heart not slowing any proved he failed in that department.
Thankfully, Issac seemed to notice that he was stuck on words. He got up from the couch and initiated the conversation for him.
"Something on your mind, Linc?" He asked, standing next to the bed.
He rubbed his hand on his other arm nervously, twisting his ankle on the floor, which Isaac found adorable.
"...Do you have a foot fetish?"
Isaac's smile dropped instantly. The first thought that came to his mind was that Lincoln found out and was in some way weirded out or disgusted by it. In other words—it turned him off.
But the boy continued, washing those thoughts away. "Because I think I want to try some stuff… if you want?"
"Oh…" Isaac said, admittedly relieved. "You do?"
Lincoln nodded meekly.
Isaac grinned, walking up and grabbing him by the armpits, making him yelp. He sat down on the couch with him in his lap facing him. "Do you know if there's anything else you want to try?" He asked, rubbing his shoulders.
Lincoln shook his head. "There's a couple of things, but I haven't looked into it much."
"That's fine," Isaac said with a smile. "We can experiment. What did you have in mind?"
"I-I think…" Lincoln squirmed a little. "I like being submissive." He told.
Isaac nodded, insisting that he should elaborate.
"I like when you're rough... when you force me what to do. When you… don't let me move." He hinted.
Isaac listened patiently, soaking all this information in.
The boy stared down at his rocking legs. "Do you really like my feet?" He asked.
"They're cute," Isaac admitted with a blush. "And I think it's because I always see people with shoes or socks on. It feels like another part of the body people hide most. I really love when you can't help but scrunch your adorable toes when I'm fucking the hell out of you." He said, making the boy blush intensely. "I.. erm…" Now he was getting embarrassed. "There are things I thought about doing… to them."
Lincoln stared up at him. "You can try stuff if you want." He said. "Like I said, I like when you force stuff."
Isaac smiled. "What about now? I have something in mind I think you'd love." He said.
"O-okay… sure." He replied, feeling a bit nervous now.
Isaac leaned down to the flustered boy and locked his lips with his, holding his small hand in his larger one. "Let's head upstairs." He said after ending the kiss and putting the boy to stand.
When Lincoln got to the stairs, he paused. He looked up at Isaac, who had a grin on his face.
Blushing furiously, he took off his shoes, and then his socks. He squirmed in place as the man stared at his bare feet for a few seconds.
"Good boy," He said.
Smack!
He slapped the boy's ass through his pants, making him cry out.
Lincoln didn't know why, but through the pain of the spank, his heart soared. He reached down with his hands and rubbed his butt, looking up at Isaac. The man stared back at him with an unreadable expression. Lincoln knew it was because of the possibility that he may not have liked it. He did.
He didn't say a word and went to walk up the stairs with Isaac following after him. He didn't hear the breath of relief coming from the older man.
They went straight to the bedroom as usual. Lincoln went right to the bed and sat on the edge of it.
"Get undressed," Issac ordered assertively, walking to his closet.
The Loud did as told, hearing Issac rummage through his closet and looking for something. When he was in the nude, his dick half erect, the older male returned. He held something behind his back.
He sat down next to the naked Loud and showed him what he brought.
Lincoln stared at the fluffy plush purple handcuffs with purple leather on the outside for support.
"It's up to you really," Isaac warned. "But if we use these; once they're on I'm not going to show you mercy." He said with a wink.
He stared at the cuffs for a couple of seconds, his heart pounding. He gulped and nodded. "L-let's do it."
"Alright then." Isaac moved Lincoln so that the boy was laying down comfortably on the pillow. He cuffed one of his wrists, "Don't worry, in any emergency, these don't need a key to unlock." He took the other empty cuff and wrapped it around his bed's headboard. It pulled Lincoln's cuffed wrist after it and stretched his arm doing so. Once it was around the headboard, he cuffed Lincoln's other wrist. Now the boy had both his arms stretched up and trapped. He was unable to run away.
Lincoln's heart was pounding. From this point on, there was really no escape. Isaac could do whatever he wanted to him, and he couldn't run away. He could take off the cuffs, but the stronger man could easily stop him before he did. In a situation where Isaac wasn't the nicest guy in town, he would have been frightened for his life. No turning back now.
"You're all mine, Linky." Isaac purred, his hands now roaming all over Lincoln's body.
His fingers brushed over Lincoln's pink nubs, making him whimper. The Loud's dick started to become erect. Once he brought his lips to one of his nipples and began to suck on it, his dick stood full mast. He went further, using his front teeth to nibble on the sensitive body part.
The boy could only pull against the cuffs in an attempt of fighting back, but the headboard didn't let him escape. He writhed at the soft biting; pain and pleasure pulsing through his body. He shook and gasped sharply every time he felt one.
Soon, Isaac let up and sat up straight. Lincoln could only watch as he undressed. He then laid atop the kid, planting soft kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. He soothingly brushed his white hair with his hand. He gave him one last kiss on the nose and sat up once more. He lifted Lincoln's legs and scooched over, dropping his legs on his lap. He moved so that Lincoln's heels anchored between his thighs, so his feet were in the middle of his lap. He started to rub them with both hands, his thumbs kneading his soles.
The boy squirmed at the touch and tried to pull his feet back instinctively, but Isaac's hold on them was too strong. He watched as the larger man lifted one of his feet and gave his sole one long and agonizing lick with his wet tongue. It made him shudder and cry out. He didn't stop there, licking the soft skin a few more times before placing his lips on it lovingly and giving a kiss.
His feet were clean, for Lincoln had taken a shower before arriving. His socks weren't dirty, and neither was Isaac's carpet floor. His soles tasted salty on his tongue but in his opinion weren't unpleasant in the slightest. He moved up a little, choosing to kiss his toes, and proceeding to run his tongue between them.
Lincoln shivered at the licks between his digits. It felt really really weird but in a very good way. It slightly tickled him, but also aroused him. The shocks he received under his feet were sent up throughout his body. His dick throbbed as it received them.
Isaac decided to swap feet, dropping the one he just assaulted and raising the other foot. He repeated what he did previously, sprinkling in some kisses and licks all around the sole. He then moved to his cute toes, kissing then slithering his tongue between them. After he finished with that, he bent his head and started to suck on his toes. He started with one foot, sucking on two of his middle digits. His tongue continued licking and tasting underneath them.
The Loud curled his toes in protest, feeling the wetness inside Isaac's mouth. He felt the tongue explore underneath his toes, specifically where the main joints were. They were especially ticklish. His hands instinctively tried to move down to defend them, but once again the cuffs stopped them from doing so. He whined as Isaac moved to his other foot.
The man thoroughly enjoyed the little snack he recently gained. He gave both his feet one last kiss under the toes, before laying them to rest on his lap once more. He looked down at the boy, who had his eyes shut tight from the stimulations. He reached over to massage his privates. He started with his small pearls filled with his boy cum. He massaged them for a few seconds, making Lincoln arch his back. Following that, he moved to his penis, stroking it up and down in a slow rhythm. Meanwhile, he looked over to the other side of the bed, the boy not aware since his eyes were still closed. He picked something up that he had laying on the bed, and held it up.
"I think someone is going to enjoy this." He said, sparking Lincoln's attention.
He looked up to Isaac's hand, and his face went pale at the sight of a large white feather.
"Get ready…" Isaac warned.
Lincoln's cock pulsed, and he wiggled a bit on the bed now feeling tense.
Isaac thought it was adorable. The boy knew what was about to come but had no way of stopping it. Unless he actually wanted to stop of course. He mentally slapped himself on the head when he came to a realization. He should have mentioned for them to make a safeword. Oh well, he would remember for next time. This wasn't anything too intense or dangerous thankfully.
He started up high first, placing the end of the feather on one of his nipples. Lincoln twisted his body as a retaliation against the soft object teasing his nub. He tickled for a little while, adoring the show of the boy unable to contain himself. He switched to the other nipple and tickled that one as well, the boy's movements getting more rapid as he went on. Soon, he moved to the tip of Lincoln's dick, making the boy bite back a moan and arch his back. He slowly slid the soft feather down his small shaft, making him squirm uncontrollably. When he got to his balls, he decided to stay there for a bit, tickling the underside of the ballsack.
It was near torture. Lincoln nearly screamed to the roof but instead managed to grit his teeth. His attempts to reach over and try to take the feather away from Isaac's grasp failed against the handcuffs. The chains on the cuffs rattled as he uselessly pulled on them.
Isaac didn't show any mercy as he promised. He continued to wiggle the feather under his delicate round genitals. He enjoyed watching Lincoln struggle in his binds, but he wanted to move on. He lifted the feather and let the Loud catch his breath for some seconds. Then, he took his arm, and holding it in a chokehold; trapped Lincoln's ankles between it.
When the child finally managed to control his breathing, he noticed what Isaac was doing. He shook madly in his cuffs, "Isaac, wait!"
"Wiggle them." He ordered.
Lincoln looked at him with a confused expression. "W-what…?"
"Wiggle your cute toes," Isaac repeated. "I'll go easier on you if you do~"
He madly blushed and looked away, choosing to stare at the wall of the quiet bedroom which waited for his response. Eventually, he gave in, and gradually, he began to wiggle his "cute" toes.
Isaac watched them with a mesmerizing gaze. He could watch this for minutes, even hours. He was already at the point where he thought he was at max arousal, but he managed to break that barrier with this sight.
Tightening his hold on the boy's ankles, he stopped him with one simple touch with the feather making him cry out. Now instead of wiggling them, they were scrunched up tight.
That was when the true torture started. Going a little easy as he promised, he tickled the bottom of Lincoln's feet with the feather.
The boy started to cry and scream to the ceiling. His whole body shook as both his hands and feet tried to escape, failing miserably. He squirmed in his spot, his back arching repeatedly, while his toes curled hard and his legs buckled. He could do nothing as his soles got violated, not even able to get a word out with his shrieks filling the room.
It was music to Isaac's ears. He held onto the Loud's ankles firmly, not letting his feet escape from him. He twirled the feather in random movements. Sometimes he drew circles with it, then ran up and down from the toes to the heels. He would dance the feather in the middle of his soles, or right under or even between the toes. He swapped to the other foot soon after, switching back when it felt fitting.
Lincoln continued to scream, much to Isaac's enjoyment. He shook and fought with all his strength, but the older man didn't budge. His dick painfully throbbed in its erected state. Both he and his body loved the feeling of his bare feet being tormented. He knew that if something were to touch his dick, it wouldn't be long until he came.
Isaac seemed to know as well. He stopped the tickle torture and shuffled on the bed. He took Lincoln's legs off his lap, and kneeled in front of the gasping boy, his cock standing tall.
The boy panted heavily, feeling unsatisfied. He wanted to reach down and finish himself off, but the cuffs refused to let him do so. In his haze, he whined as his small dick continued throbbing.
"Don't worry, I'll let you cum soon enough." Issac cooed, reaching down to caress Lincoln's thighs. The kid jolted at the touch. "But you're going to serve me first. Then you'll get your reward."
Lincoln squirmed for a couple of seconds, before opening his mouth shyly. He stuck his tongue out.
"Nuh-uh." Issac pointed down. "I want a footjob."
By now Lincoln was starting to get his head together and his breathing stable. He looked at Isaac and his cock for a few seconds, before raising a foot. He rubbed the older man's cock against his soft soles and got a manly moan out of him. After just a few seconds of fighting against gravity, his muscles started to get tired. He swapped to his other foot, but again his leg started to ache not too long into his work.
Isaac seemed to pick on that, and helped him, grabbing his ankles and holding them up. As he felt his delicate soles massage his hard-on. He sighed in bliss.
Lincoln questioned if he was doing a good job, but Isaac's moans answered that question. He continued, trying to grab the sides and tip of the cock with his toes. Isaac admired the attempt. He stroked his delicate soles all across his member. With his toes, he reached down at one point to rub his balls gently.
Issac felt himself getting close. As much as he would love for this to continue forever, he wanted his release equally so.
He let go of the ankles and took the feet in his hands. He humped his hips, fucking Lincoln's soles with his cock. After a few seconds of this, he reeled back, climaxing all over Lincoln's feet. Some of his seed missed and landed either on the bed or onto Lincoln's belly. He sighed with content, his orgasm reaching its end. It wasn't over yet, however. Lincoln, who was now blushing like crazy, definitely deserved his reward.
Still holding Lincoln's soaked feet, he rubbed the tip of his half-hard cock onto the soles. He stopped when he got a good amount of his sperm on his cockhead. Putting down the boy's feet, he stepped over him, then kneeled so his crotch was directly in front of his face.
"Lick." He simply said putting his cock close to his face.
The boy followed the command, and stuck out his tongue, lapping up his man milk.
Isaac reached backward and stroked Lincoln while he was cleaning his cock. It didn't take long, and the Loud came on his hand. The boy paused his licks for a moment to moan between his closed lips while he rode out his orgasm.
Because he edged him earlier, he came much harder than normal. His hand got coated with more sperm than he initially thought would come out.
Certain the boy did a good job and his cock was now clean, Isaac replaced his dick with his hand. He presented it to the boy with his underage warm cum on it.
The boy stared at it hesitantly for a moment, knowing it was his own fluid. His heart thumped in his chest. He was restrained, unable to move, and being forced to eat his seed. Meanwhile, Isaac's sticky substance was still painted on his soles and even between his toes. He leaned forward, closed his eyes, and began to lick, cleaning the hand he defiled.
"Good boy." Isaac reached up with his free hand and brushed his white hair. Once the boy was done cleaning, he went to the headboard and took off the cuffs.
Now unrestrained, Lincoln rubbed at his wrists. He didn't get to move before Isaac embraced him in a warm hug, continuing to rub his hair in the hold.
He asked the obvious question. "You okay buddy?"
Lincoln smiled and nodded up at him.
Isaac smiled back, grateful the young Loud enjoyed this as much as he did.
Nothing changed much after that first session with fetishes added to the mix. Both of them, more importantly, Lincoln, enjoyed the time they had.
In future hookups, only a few things were different.
For one, they would usually fool around outside of the bedroom and shower. Now, Lincoln would sometimes take advantage of Isaac's foot fetish. While they were watching a movie or playing games on the couch, he'd substitute a blowjob with a footjob under the covers. He'd also let him rub and play with his feet as he liked, with kisses and licks. Whatever he wished for.
With the intercourse, now and then they would integrate some bondage if Lincoln was up for it. Every time it came up in conversation, the boy was thrilled to try some more of it. Simple binds to the bed were all they attempted so far. They sprinkled in some tickle torture, edging, and light dom and sub play. Isaac chose to not use gags or blindfolds yet. He wanted to make sure Lincoln was ready to try new things before charging straight into the more intense stuff.
But Isaac had no idea.
Lincoln was fantasizing about it ever since he slapped him on the ass that one time. He wanted him to do that again. He wanted to be humiliated. He wanted him to hurt him. Or more accurately, he wanted to be... punished.