Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2021 22:05:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dylan Miller <stories2tellu@yahoo.com>
Subject: RYAN'S INTERESTING SECRET

Heyy, donate to Nifty! Hope you enjoy my story, it's been spinning around
my head all day so I finally decided to jot it down. I didn't plan on
making this, and I don't really anticipate a part 2. I only spent an hour
and a half on it, it's not my best, but still a pretty hot story. If
you'd like to see a continuation, make sure you e-mail me and let me
know. All characters are male and over the legal age.

RYAN'S INTERESTING SECRET

    Ryan and I had been dating for two years, and now we are finally
sitting down to talk about moving in together. The both of us were filled
with excitement as we met up for coffee at our favorite local spot. Ryan
ordered his iced latte, per usual, and I ordered my regular coffee. That
was the thing about me and Ryan, he was always so different about
everything- the way he spoke, the way he dressed, nothing about him was
plain. He was just barely over five foot tall, with curly blonde hair
that  added an additional three inches to his height. He weighed about
one hundred ten pounds, with a perfectly slim, twink physique. I loved
everything about him, from his outrageous and sexy curly hair to his tiny
frame accompanied by his bubble butt. He always had a twinkle in his
green eyes, along with an infectious smile and outgoing personality.

    I was different- with my short, straight black hair, tall legs, and
'dad bod' that everyone recently seemed to find appealing. Where he wore
a size nine shoe, I wore a size twelve. Ryan always insisted that he
loved my body type and everything about my features, even though I still
had my own insecurities. He sipped his latte, unaware that I was watching
him from across the table. "So, if were going to do this, I am going to
have to suggest that we move into my place. I simply have too much to
move, and I honestly don't really like your apartment. No offense, of
course" he said with that light and friendly smile, making me agree with
his every word.

    "That's fine, because my lease is up in a month anyways and I really
don't want to re-new it" I responded.

    "And before we set anything in stone, I want to have you come over
and spend the night. Maybe tonight? I don't have to work until a little
later tomorrow" Ryan stated, causing me to become curious. I had spent
the night at Ryan's at least a hundred times before, what could possibly
be different about tonight?

    "Sure babe, you know I love spending the night next to you" I
replied, continuing to sip my coffee and enjoy a conversation with my
man.

______________

    It was six o'clock that evening when I clocked out and headed for
Ryan's. Something told me he had a surprise of some sort waiting for me,
and I couldn't wait to find out what it is. The thing about Ryan is, the
boy was a total freak. We originally met on a gay dating app, he wanted
someone to come over and tie him up, and I had never been in that kind of
scene with someone before. I didn't go that first night, but we did talk
here and there over the next few weeks, and he eventually got me to come
over and bind his hands behind his back and forcefully fuck his face. The
whole scenario was so hot, I really didn't think I'd get into it, but
something about him being helpless and gagging on me made me burst with a
feeling I had never known before. He changed me, and I loved it. Our
meetings became a weekly thing, until he finally asked me to be his
boyfriend.

I remember in those first few years how protective Ryan was over his
computer and it's browsing history. I knew he was a freak, but I didn't
realize the depth of his sexual interests. Some times we would chat about
sexual things, he would tell me one of his many fantasies, and I'd let
him know how I felt about it. We enjoyed sharing fantasies and 'what
if's' with each other, but he never prepared me for what I was going to
walk into that night.  I arrived at his small house on the edge of town,
and let myself inside. I saw Ryan sprawled out naked on his couch, as he
often would relax that way, with his phone in one hand and a joint in the
other. He had his left leg on top of the back of the couch, and his right
leg was extended out to the coffee table. I walked in and crouched beside
him, bending down to give him a kiss. "Hey babe! I'm so happy you're
home. I have a surprise for you!" He said with his beaming smile.

   "I know right, I felt like today was never going to end. Thank God
it's finally over." I said, being over dramatic. "What are we watching?"
I then asked, looking at the tv and getting settled in on the other side
of the couch, near his cute little feet. I rested my hand on his thigh,
about a few inches from his adorable schlong.

"I stopped paying attention a long time ago, I don't even know what is on
now. I've just left it playing for some background noise." he said, using
his eyes to point to the remote on the table in front of us.

   I reached down to grab the remote, when I noticed that there were two
remotes. One to the tv, and then another one that was smaller and had a
circular screen on the front. It seemed to have a few buttons, but what I
noticed was the screen that had a number "7" on it. I looked at the funny
remote for a moment, and then grabbed the remote that I was familiar with
to turn on the tv. Ryan was lost in his phone as I put something on the
tv, ready to kick off my shoes and watch some tv with my man.

Ryan saw me starting to kick off my left shoe, then he stopped me. "Wait
a minute, let me show you the surprise first." He said, reaching for the
remote on the coffee table in front of him. He took it in his hand, and
then pushed a button. He held the button down for about five seconds, and
as soon as he released it I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen
behind us. I wasn't sure what was about to happen, but I trusted my man,
so I just sat there and waited to see what would happen.

No less than ten seconds later, a person emerged from the doorway, only
it didn't really look like a person. The figure had on some type of black
hood, but the only thing I could see was his eyes. The only reason I knew
it was a 'he' is because he was completely void of clothing, but instead
had on various restraints including a very small chastity belt. His hands
were cuffed in front of him, with the chain attached to another chain
that went around his waist. This kept his hands from venturing any
further than a foot away from him, and also prevented him from touching
both his hands together. His ankles were also cuffed in a similar
fashion, attached to the chain around his waist also. His mouth wasn't
visible, I would later learn that he had a gag locked in with an
incredible five inch long dildo attached to keep his jaws wide open and
help him to practice with his gag reflex. He looked like something out of
a website, but for some reason my dick began to tingle the second I laid
eyes on him.

I sat there and stared at the figured in front of me, noticing Ryan
sizing me up to see my reaction. After staring at me with a huge smile
for what felt like several minutes, Ryan finally broke the silence, "This
is my house boy. I keep him around for my entertainment mostly, but he
does make an incredible housekeeper. You wanna check him out? He can't
hear or speak to you, but I have other ways of communicating with him."
he said, holding up the remote as he said it. I did notice the shock
collar around his neck after Ryan had pointed that out.

"Damn babe, what do you even do with it?" I asked, not even sure what to
say or how to respond.

"Anything you could ever want. That's the beauty of it. You want a blow
job? Done. You have a big dinner to attend and your mom wants you to make
a casserole to bring? Done. You want to kick back after work and enjoy
the feeling of someone else taking your shoes off and giving your dogs a
well-deserved foot massage?" he explained. It took me a moment to soak it
all in. I knew that Ryan had a foot fetish, but I didn't even realize
until now that he had never wanted to do anything foot-related. I don't
even think he had seen my feet before that night, except for maybe in
flip flops.

And then my head started spinning with questions. "Wait, I thought that
you were a submissive?" I asked, not even paying attention to the creep
who was still kneeling at the end of the couch waiting to be told what to
do.

   "I have very strong submissive tendencies, but I'm actually a switch.
With you I feel a desire to submit, but some people bring out the
dominant side of me, like Shit Face here." he said, as my head continued
to swim with questions.

I felt a sense of intense arousal, but at the same time I was also put
off. Why wouldn't he mention this to me before? Is this his boyfriend?
What all do they do together? Does he want me to be like that one day?
How long have they had this 'thing' going on? I imagine he could see the
puzzled look on my face, as he offered up some more explanation. "I know
you are probably surging with questions, so let me explain it to you a
little bit. But first, let's have Shit Face get you more comfortable."
Ryan then grabbed the remote, pressed a button, and then spoke into the
side of the remote. "Shit face, take off my boyfriend's shoes, set them
neatly by the front door, and then get to work on his feet. I want to
hear him moan with pleasure from you massaging, you understand me bitch?"
Ryan spoke sternly, in a voice I had never heard from him before. He
sounded so serious, unlike his usual light and peppy self. Shit Face
nodded his head, and then walked over to me and kneeled gracefully. He
started to unlace my shoes as Ryan began to talk.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know. Let me start with the
beginning. Shit Face used to be named John, he and I would often have
'meet ups'. In the beginning, I wanted to be dominated by him, but after
a few meets, I realized that it wasn't submission I wanted to give him.
After a few meets, he became obsessed with me and the awful ways I'd
enjoy using him. I'd make him do very nasty things, and at one point I
even tried to go too far and make him squeal for me to stop. But, the
dirty fucker loved every minute of it, no matter how hard I tried to make
him tap out. So, we eventually made an agreement. He wanted to be
subjected to me and all of my torment permanently, and I wanted his 401k.
Fast forward three years later, and here we are. Now, what are your
questions?" Ryan explained, as my eyes began to roll into the back of my
head from the amazing foot massage I was receiving. I had never had a
foot massage that felt this good in my life, I could tell that Shit Face
must have been putting his entire soul into making me feel it.

As I rested with my hands behind my head, and my head against the back of
the couch, I started firing my questions at Ryan. "So, you treat him like
this all the time? Even on weekends and holidays?" I asked, starting to
feel more comfortable with the idea as he continued to bless my sweaty
feet with his wonderful hands.

"Every single minute of every single day. Slaves don't take a day off,
and they certainly don't celebrate holidays. And besides, he paid me well
to turn him into a slave, so I like to make sure he gets every penny
worth" Ryan explained with a smile.

"So where does he sleep? Does he eat with you? What about his family?" I
continued firing away, trying to wrap my head around this insane
situation that my boyfriend seemed to be living in.

"He gets locked away tight when not performing his house chores. My
walk-in closet has been turned into his 'bedroom'. We have an assortment
of bondage gear that keeps him nice and snug through the night, or the
day when he isn't being used. And no, I don't eat with slaves. That would
be disgusting. He eats off the floor, and then he tongue mops the entire
room when he's done. I like to find the dirtiest room in the house to
feed him in, just so I can kill two birds with one stone." Ryan
explained, with his boner popping straight up from watching Shit Face
worship me and also from our hot conversation we were having about him.
"And family, I don't know. What about them? They aren't my problem, and
they aren't his anymore either. As far as I'm concerned, this is his new
family." Ryan said, stretching his foot out into Shit Face's face and
giving his toes a wiggle. Shit Face saw the cute little twink feet
wiggling in front of him, and I noticed his eyes were fixed on them as he
continued to massage my feet. "Excuse me a moment babe" Ryan said,
picking up his remote and pressing the button he pushed before. I watched
Shit Face react to the shock, and then heard Ryan speaking into the
remote, "I said to work on my boyfriend's feet, stupid fuck. Don't look
at me! You fuckin' creep" he spat at the poor boy, followed by a swift
kick right in his head.

"You always talk to him like that?" I asked with a chuckle.

"I have to, it's paramount. I don't know how much you know about the kink
community, but people like Shit Face truly desire to be slaves. They love
the disrespect, they love being treated as if they aren't human. If I
said 'Hey Shit Face, would you please go get me a glass of water', he
wouldn't want to. He craves the feeling of being below me, he loves to
hear the disdain in my voice. He isn't like you or me babe." Ryan
continued to explain. I was starting to get a clearer picture of how
things worked between them, but it all seemed so far-fetched at the same
time.

"So do you ever want me to do that to you?" I asked, giving him a
mischievous smirk. He laughed.

"No, I'm not a slave. I do like it when you tie me up and fuck my brains
out though, that's pretty fuckin' hot! And now that I let you know about
my little Shit Face, we can include him in our fun. Imagine having him
lay under us and lick your balls while you spend a few hours plowing my
tight hole, fuck I can't even wait!" Ryan said, becoming obviously
excited at the end of his statement.

"So don't wait, let's go in the bedroom and test it out" I said, with my
boner popping out noticeably.

Ryan gave me a sly smirk, as if to say 'I thought you'd never ask'. He
grabbed the remote, sat up, and started walking towards his bedroom. He
pressed the shock button after taking the first few steps, and then Shit
Face was hot on his heels, crawling close behind him. I didn't know
exactly what to expect out of this, but I knew that I was full of lust
and I couldn't wait to try out some of my own fun with Shit Face.

-D