dingbatman wrote:This is a great story!

Hopefully you will also work on the Prisoner Among Friends story at some point in the future!
Yes, I will be once I've gotten it together a bit more. hat story is harder to do than the usual because of its complexity, but I
will be resuming it before much longer.
Billy lay on the floor in silence as Steven continued to slowly eat his pizza, sip a soda, and rub his feet in Billy’s face while watching his TV program. Billy wanted to yell in frustration, but – knowing that’s probably what Steven wanted in order to have an excuse to treat him even worse – rigidly kept himself from yielding to the impulse.
During a commercial break, Steven suddenly pushed his chair back and bent down to look at his helpless prisoner for the first time since he sat down to eat. “Bet you’re ready to have something to eat by now, aren’t you?” Steven asked with apparent solicitude.
Billy nodded his head as much as he was able to and made as affirmative sounding a grunt as he could manage through his multi-layered tape gag.
“Okay then… hold still,” Steven told him as bent way down from where he sat in his chair with a pair of scissors in his right hand. Billy looked upward in some trepidation and did his best to remain perfectly still.
Steven worked slowly and carefully to snip away a portion of multi-layered tape away from Billy’s face from just beside his nose so that his mouth was entirely uncovered. Once he did this, he told Billy, “Open wide as much as you can.” Billy was able to open his mouth only with some difficulty, as the tape that still remained under his chin made moving his jaws an effort. He was still able to open up somewhat, allowing Steven to reach inside with his fingers and gingerly pull out the pair of socks Billy’s mouth had been stuffed with. He immediately tossed them off to one side with a half-smile of disgust.
Billy felt immediate relief; with the tape cleared away from under his nostrils (his nostrils hadn’t been covered, but the tape over his upper lip had still made breathing a bit harder) and his mouth free of obstructions, it was now one hell of a lot easier to breath.
“Feel better?” Steven asked him kindly.
“Yes,” Billy replied with a low, barely comprehensible croaking sound. He groaned. “Water!” he asked with a trifle more volume.
Steven reached up to the small table that still stood over Billy’s head and pulled a plastic-lid covered pint container of soda into view. He held the container up to Billy’s mouth and aimed the tip of the straw between Billy’s lips without having to move Billy’s head. Without complaint, Billy closed his lips over the straw and sucked liquid in greedily. His mouth was as dry as cotton after having been gagged and sock-stuffed for the past hour!
Steven yanked the soda away before Billy got quite as much soda as he’d wanted. “Not all at once, now,” Steven said tauntingly. “You don’t want to drink too much while you have no way to get rid of it again, you know.”
Billy moaned but did not comment; obviously Steven planned to keep him taped up for at least a while longer yet!
“Read for a tasty treat?” Steven asked Billy as he put the soda back on the tabletop and then held out a slice of pizza in the same hand where Billy could see it.
Billy nodded eagerly and licked his lips; at least Steven didn’t plan to starve him!
But rather than hold the pizza down to Billy’s mouth, Steven sat up straight and placed his foot gently over Billy’s face instead.
“Hey!” Billy squawked in protest; his voice a bit stronger now that the worst of his thirst had been alleviated and he was no longer gagged. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you your first course,” Steven replied with a chuckle as he rubbed his foot in Billy’s upturned face. “If you want any pizza for a second course, then you’re going to have to finish the first course!”
“What are you talking about?” Billy growled, although he already knew perfectly well what Steven was driving at.
“Don’t play dumb!” Steven insisted as he ground his foot down slightly to put pressure on Billy’s nose. “Lick my foot, and lick it good, or you get nothing to eat and nothing more to drink tonight.” He ground his sole into Billy’s nose a bit harder for emphasis.
“Oww!” Billy complained. “Stop that, you bastard! No way am I licking your feet!”
“Do it,” Steven told him warningly, “or not only do you go hungry and thirsty, but I’ll torture you even harder than I’d planned to as well!”
“You… you wouldn’t dare!” Billy replied with a lack of conviction and somewhat foolishly.
Steven didn’t answer as he pulled away his foot, pushed his chair back, and then stood up over the prone body of his friend; one foot on the floor to either side of him. Then, slowly and deliberately, Steven lifted up one foot and placed it upon Billy’s stomach – gradually putting more and more of his weight on it. Billy looked up nervously but defiantly and said nothing.
Steadying himself by holding onto the table (which was small but heavy; thus it was sturdy enough to hold his weight), Billy then lifted up his other foot and placed it upon Billy’s belly just above the first. He leaned heavily on the table at first but - over the next few seconds - let his entire weight settle directly into his feet and onto Billy. Bill began to grunt in discomfort; Steven was smaller and lighter than he was, but not *that* much smaller and lighter. He was starting to feel like he was being crushed by an elephant!
At first Steven held his arms out as if to balance himself, but soon – growing more confident – he placed his hands on his hips and, humming happily to himself, stood on his tip-toes for a few seconds. He then lifted one foot and lowered it again and then did the same with the other; alternating back and forth as he kneaded Billy’s stomach and chest underneath his feet… gently at first but slowly and steadily harder and faster. Billy’s grunts and groans of wordless protest were music to his ears.
“I can keep this up all evening,” Steven told Billy as he began to tromp on Billy’s belly harder -almost as if he were in a winepress and crushing grapes. “How about you?!”
Billy managed to hold out a few seconds longer before he finally decided that Steven was indeed serious about torturing him mercilessly in this fashion. “All right! I give up!” Billy declared with what little breath Steven hadn’t managed to crush out of him. “I’ll do whatever you want! Just get *off* me!”
“You’ll have to ask me more nicely than *that*!” Steven said warningly as he continued tromping Billy’s stomach underneath his feet.
Billy held out a few more seconds before bowing to the inevitable. “I’m sorry!” he declared with imperfect sincerity. “I’M SORRY!” he cried out louder and with more sincerity as Steven continued tromping on him without pause. “Please stop! Please! I’ll do whatever you want! Please!”
Steven finally relented, stepped off of Billy, pulled his chair back in place, and sat down in it. He gave Billy a few seconds to recover his breath, and then placed his foot back atop Billy’s face. “Lick it good, slave!” he told Billy with a snicker.
Reluctantly, Billy began to do as he was told; resolutely ignoring Steven's chuckle of triumph.
TBC
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