Tau Kappa Delta

Dan crossed his arms. “What do you have in mind?”

Tyler explained what he wanted from Dan and Paul who both quickly agreed. Then Tyler went and found Ben and asked him to follow him upstairs. Once they were in Tyler’s room, Tyler sat on his Ben and gestured Ben to the chair.

“You’re welcome,” Tyler said with a grin.

“Uh thanks,” Ben said. “So that was all your idea?”

“Of course,” Tyler said. “There was no way you could arm wrestle so I picked something more up your alley.”

Ben shifted uncomfortably. “Well I’m grateful but that kind of sucked.”

“What was I supposed to do? Organize a spelling bee?” Tyler said sarcastically. “It’s a frat. It’s either gotta be something physical or something humiliating. Guess which one you’re better at?”

“I see,” Ben said softly.

Tyler cocked his head. “Oh come on. So you had to sniff some smelly feet. Big deal.”

“I guess,” Ben said.

“Well if you’d picked mine the first time it would have been over quicker.” Tyler said. “I thought I made it easy for you. I asked Paul to give you my socks. You forget what my feet smell like already?”

“No,” Ben answered uncomfortably.

“So what was the problem,” Tyler asked.

“You took a shower,” Ben shrugged.

“Haha,” Tyler laughed. “You fucked up because my feet were clean? That’s fucking hilarious.” Ben didn’t say anything as Tyler chuckled.

“Sorry,” Tyler jokingly apologized. “I should have realized you were more familiar with my dirty feet.” Ben blushed.

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” Tyler said. “You got it anyway. Looks like you’re good at smelling jock feet.” He laughed again while Ben squirmed uncomfortably.

“Well,” Tyler said, “you’re ahead.”

“Yeah,” Ben said brightening.

“Don’t get cocky,” Tyler warned. “The other guys are going to play Ultimate Frisbee tomorrow and they’ll probably get ahead again.”

“I don’t know how to play,” Ben said worriedly.

Tyler gave him a pitying look. “Like it matters if you know the rules?” “Well, I mean…” Ben said.

“Dude face it,” Tyler said. “You’re never going to win at anything physical in this group. You’re lucky you haven’t gotten hurt.”

“Well I did during wrestling,” Ben whined a bit.

“I told you,” Tyler said, “I fucking took it easy on you. Dan would have probably broken your legs.” “Dan?” Ben asked.

“Yes,” Tyler explained. “Dan volunteered to wrestle one of the pledges. At first I thought he just wanted to wrestle Collin but Paul told me Dan was going to put the hurt on you so I stepped up instead.”

“I didn’t know. Thank you Tyler,” Ben said gratefully.

“I’m bending over backwards to help your pathetic ass,” Tyler growled. “You’d think you’d show a little gratitude.”

“I’m sorry Tyler. I really do appreciate it.” Ben said. “I’m really sorry.”

“I even hurt my shoulder,” Tyler added. “I know,” Ben said, “I’m really, really sorry.” Tyler looked away from Ben.

“Do you want me to rub your shoulder again,” Ben offered. Tyler didn’t say anything. Ben sighed. “Do you want me to rub your feet?” he asked a little sadly.

“Okay,” Tyler said giving Ben a slightly satisfied smile. Ben sat on the floor at Tyler’s feet and started massaging his feet. Tyler didn’t say anything for about five minutes.

“Are you sorry?” Tyler asked Ben. “Yes Tyler,” Ben replied.

“Say it,” Tyler said. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry Tyler,” Ben said as he continued to rub his feet. “I’m really sorry.” “I’m not sure I believe you,” Tyler said. “Maybe if you kissed my feet and apologized.” “Aw Tyler come on,” Ben whined. “Please don’t make me do that.”

Tyler shrugged. “I’m not making you.” He pulled his feet out of Ben’s hands and just looked down at Ben. “It’s just that I’ve been trying hard to help you…”

“Okay,” Ben sighed. He bent down and kissed Tyler’s right foot and then kissed his left foot. “You forgot to apologize,” Tyler said from above.

Ben bowed his head. “I’m sorry Tyler,” he said and then kissed his feet again.

“How about ‘I’m sorry master Tyler,” Tyler suggested.

Ben’s shoulders drooped but he bent over once more and kissed Tyler’s right foot. “I’m sorry master Tyler,” Ben said contritely before he kissed Tyler’s left foot.

“I guess I forgive you,” Tyler said.

“Thank you,” Ben said again.

“Now go fetch me a beer dude,” Tyler ordered. Ben was grateful to be done kissing and rubbing Tyler’s feet. He knew he’d done it before but it was so humiliating

Ben went down to the kitchen and got a bottle of the beer Tyler liked and headed back up the stairway. He looked up to see Dan coming down the stairs. Remembering Tyler’s advice Ben kept his head down as he passed Dan. He’d moved to the right of the stair but Dan walked right into him. Dan’s left shoulder slammed into Ben and there was a crash as the beer bottle slipped out of Ben’s hand and shatter on the oak steps.

“What the fuck scum?!?” Dan shouted. “You walked right into me!”

“No! I mean I didn’t!” Ben said in shock.

“You calling me a liar?!?” Dan growled as he stepped forward. Dan stood toe to toe with Ben but was taller by a good 4 inches and Ben backed against the wall. By now a crowd had gathered at both the top and bottom of the stairs.

“Look at this fucking mess!” Dan yelled.

“I’m sorry,” Ben apologized.

Dan wasn’t mollified. “You forgot to say ‘Brother Dan’ pledge scum.”

“Uh I’m sorry Brother Dan,” Ben repeated. Dan scowled and leaned in close and in a harsh whisper said, “Look fucker I don’t know why Tyler’s helping you but I’m going to make sure you never get into this frat! You hear me!”

Without waiting for Ben to respond, Dan pulled away and said loudly, “Let’s see. Bumping into me. Breaking a bottle of beer in the frat house. Denying what you did. Forgetting how to address your superiors. That’s a lot of fuck ups isn’t it?”

“Uhh… I uhh yeah I’m sorry Brother Dan,” Ben whined.

“I think that’s going to cost you those 250 points you earned smelling all those feet,” Dan said smugly. Ben was stunned into silence.

“Now get this shit cleaned up!” Dan ordered.

Finally finding his voice Ben said, “Yes, of course Brother Dan but please sir… about the points.” “They’re gone,” Dan snapped.

“I understand,” Ben said sadly, “but is there… I mean is there any way I can earn them back? Please sir Brother Dan?”

“Earn them back?” Dan scoffed. Then he paused to think that over and said, “Ha, okay tell ya what scum, I think Tyler let you off easy when you wrestled out back so if you wrestle me I’ll give you the 250 points back.”

“Wrestle you?” Ben asked puzzled. “I’m sorry Brother Dan but I don’t think I could win.”

“HAHAHA!” Dan and several of the other guys laughed. “There’s no fucking way you could beat me dumbass. You don’t have to win. If you agree to wrestle me for two minutes I’ll give you the points back.”

Ben hesitated but that didn’t seem too bad. He was about to speak up when Paul jogged up the stairs and interrupted. “Come on Dan just chill,” Paul said.

“Stay out of it,” Dan snapped at Paul. Then he turned back to Ben and said, “So you in?” he asked.

Paul leaned over and whispered to Ben, “Walk away.”

Ben looked at Paul. “But…” he whispered back.

“Dude,” Paul hissed, “he just wants to hurt you.” Ben hesitated. He knew he couldn’t beat Dan but if he only had to endure 2 minutes and get his points back it might be worth it. As if reading his thoughts, Paul whispered, “Dude in two minutes he can put you in the hospital. Trust me he will break your fucking legs. Just go find Tyler. I’ll clean up the glass.”

Wisely Ben decided to take Paul’s advice. “I’m sorry Brother Dan sir,” Ben said. “I don’t think so sir.”

Dan looked pissed. “You’re lucky,” he growled before stomping down the stairs. See the action was over the other guys drifted away.

“I can clean it up,” Ben said to Paul but Paul shook his head. “I got this. Just go fill Tyler in and for god’s sake keep out of Dan’s way.” Ben nodded and headed upstairs and didn’t see Paul look downstairs where Dan was standing or the knowing grin they shared.

Ben entered Tyler’s room and closed the door behind him.

“’Bout fucking time dude,” Tyler complained. “Where’s my beer?” Hesitantly Ben filled Tyler in on his run in with Dan. Tyler’s expression darkened as Ben told him everything.

“Just fucking great!” Tyler bellowed. “I’m sorry Tyler,” Ben apologized.

“Sorry?” Tyler said shortly. “Are you fucking kidding me? I go through all this shit to help you out and you blow it all in a few seconds!”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Ben said. “Dan…”

“Forget it,” Tyler interrupted as he stood up and came over to glare down at Ben. “I don’t even know why I fucking bothered! Are you fucking happy now? What are you back to? Zero fucking points?”

“Yes,” Ben nodded. “Dammit!” Tyler said angrily.

“Maybe I could earn back some of…” Ben began.

“Earn back points?! What are you going to do? Spend another night kissing my feet?” Tyler asked sarcastically.

“Yeah, if I could do that challenge again maybe…” Ben tried to suggest.

“Fuck that,” Tyler snapped. “You should be kissing my feet right now and begging me to bail you out of the mess you’ve gotten yourself into.” He crossed his arms and glowered at Ben.

“I’m sorry Tyler,” Ben said again.

“Maybe you didn’t fucking hear me,” Tyler growled.

Ben knew Tyler was furious with him. He slowly sank to his knees and then kissed Tyler’s feet. Tyler didn’t say anything so Ben kissed his feet again.

“Fucking apologize!” Tyler said from above.

“I’m sorry Tyler,” Ben said as he kissed his feet again.

“Keep going fuck up,” Tyler said, “and don’t forget to beg me to help your sorry ass.”

Sadly Ben said, “Please Tyler, I’m sorry. Please help me,” as he continued to kiss Tyler’s feet.

“Make sure you say ‘master’ and keep going until I decide whether I’m going to waste any more fucking time on you!” Tyler ordered.

Ben felt miserable. “I’m so sorry Tyler… I mean master Tyler… I mean oh damn, please don’t be mad.”

“You stupid, stupid fuck,” Tyler lectured as stomped over to the chair and dropped into it. “I hope you’re looking forward to telling your dad how blew your chance to get into TKD.”

Ben turned from where he was still sitting on the floor and looked up at Tyler as he sat scowling down at him. “Aww no Tyler, please I can’t do that. Isn’t there something I can do?”

“Without fucking up?” Tyler snapped. “Apparently not. You might as well just get out of here and don’t bother coming back!”

Ben hung his head. He was trying not to sob as he listened to Tyler telling him his dream was over. He couldn’t believe it. He looked up at Tyler again in desperation.

“Please Tyler, can’t you think of something? I’ll do I’ll do anything!” Ben pleaded.

“Bullshit!” Tyler snarled.

“What do you mean?!” Ben said in shock. “I’ve done everything you guys wanted! I smelled sweaty socks and feet. I ran laps. I washed your car. I wrestled in the mud. I even kissed your feet! What more do you want me to do?”

Tyler stabbed a finger towards his feet. “I told you to beg me to help you!”

“I did!” Ben whined.

“Did I tell you stop?” Tyler growled. “I’m not kidding around. I am so fucking pissed at you right now you’re lucky I don’t just haul your ass out to the front lawn and kick the shit out of you in front of the guys.” Ben’s stomach flipped nervously. “So you can either just get the fuck out of here and tell you dad you’re not getting into the frat because you’re a complete fuck-up or you can or get down there and kiss my feet while you apologize for being useless and beg me to help you.”

Ben was so stunned at Tyler’s anger he didn’t respond or move.

Tyler stood, “Make. Up. Your. Fucking. Mind.” He said through gritted teeth. That was enough to break Ben out of his stupor. He collapsed at Tyler’s feet and kissed them.

“I’m sorry Tyler, I’m sorry” Ben moaned. “You’re right, I fucked up.”

“You mean you are a fuck-up!” Tyler barked as he sat back in the chair while Ben continued to grovel at his feet.

“You’re right Tyler, I’m a fuck-up,” Ben said sadly. “Please I’m so sorry; don’t be mad at me, please. I need your help.”

“Yes you do,” Tyler said. “Now tell me how fucking useless you are and you better keep kissing my feet or I swear I will kick your ass.”

And so it continued. Tyler poured it on. He had Ben apologize over and over all the while telling Tyler how useless he was. What a fuck-up he was. How he didn’t deserve Tyler’s help. How grateful he should be that Tyler even agreed to help him in the first place. Tyler made Ben thank him for even spending time with him. By the end, Ben was thanking Tyler for stomping his face in the mud and for allowing Ben the privilege of even kissing his feet considering how pathetic he was and how amazing Tyler was. And of course he kissed Tyler’s feet the entire time

Tyler’s voice was gruff and authoritarian the whole time but since Ben’s face was hovering inches over Tyler’s feet, Ben couldn’t see the cocky grin that Tyler was wearing. Things had worked out perfectly. Ben was so psychologically broken he was on the floor kissing Tyler’s feet and begging for his help not even realizing that Tyler had been behind Ben’s run in with Dan. Still he figured there was no reason to let up on Ben just yet. Tyler still needed him to give up on joining the frat so they couldn’t be accused of keeping him out.

“Fine,” Tyler said shortly. “I guess you deserve another shot.” Ben was so relieved he actually began kissing Tyler’s feet in gratitude. “Thank you! Thank you!”

“I guess you’ve groveled enough,” Tyler said. Ben sat up but stayed on his knees before Tyler.

“I still don’t know how you’re going to earn any points back,” Tyler said. “If only you were good at something.”

“Well,” Ben said hesitantly, “I’m good at like school and stuff.”

“No,” Tyler said, “I mean some sort of competition but there’s nothing you could beat me at.”

Ben knew Tyler was vastly superior to him physically but Ben was pretty smart and he knew if it were a competition of brains rather than brawn he could win. But he couldn’t exactly ask Tyler to take an IQ test or an exam. He was still thinking this over as he gaze wandered absently around Tyler’s room. For the first time he noticed the many trophies and awards for martial arts. Suddenly he noticed something on the bookshelf and an idea occurred to him.

“Chess,” he said with a smile up at Tyler.

“What?” Tyler said in surprise. “Do you know how to play,” Ben asked. “Yes I do,” Tyler said warily. “Why?”

“Well you said that I couldn’t beat you at anything but that’s not true, I mean, I could beat you in chess,” Ben said. “So maybe that could be the challenge and I could earn all the points back.”

Tyler scowled. “Okay, so you wanna play a game and you think that should get you 250 points? I don’t think so.”

Ben sighed, “How about 50 points a game then?”

Tyler crossed his arms, “I suppose you want to play 5 games then huh smart guy?”

Ben shrugged, “Well yeah, that’s what I was thinking. I mean that way if any of the other guys ask you could tell them I just kept beating you and you had to give me the points.”

Tyler clenched his jaw and stared at Ben. “So what if you lose a game?”

Ben smiled a bit. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

“Still,” Tyler said, “Fair’s fair. If you lose you have to endure some kind of punishment.”

Ben thought about it. He would offer to wash Tyler’s car or something but he knew Tyler wouldn’t think that was enough. “Fine,” Ben agreed, “How about if I lose I’ll kiss your feet like 100 times or something?”

Tyler shook his head, “Nah you’ve done it so much at this point I don’t think that’s really much of a chore for you. It has to be something worse like licking my feet.”

Even though Tyler has taken a shower, Ben grimaced at the thought of enduring that again. But it didn’t matter what he agreed to so long as Tyler gave him the points when he won. Ben nodded.

Tyler leaned back in his chair. “Okay then, we play 5 games of chess. If you win you earn 50 points. If you lose then you agree to lick my feet like before right? Agreed?” Tyler stuck out his hand.

“Agreed,” Ben said as he shook Tyler’s hand.

Tyler fetched the chessboard and pieces from the bookshelf and setup the game on a couple of crates he dragged to the center of the room. He and Ben took chairs on opposite sides. Ben let Tyler take white so the first move was Tyler’s. Ben figured he’d win the first game with a Scholar’s Mate and moved to set it up but Tyler moved a pawn in the way so he couldn’t do it so he planned to take Tyler’s queen out early. But then Tyler got lucky and Ben didn’t see that his bishop could be taken by Tyler’s knight and he lost it. And then he lost another piece. And another. He looked over at Tyler in shock.

“I thought…” Ben said.

“You thought what?” Tyler snapped, “That just because I’m a jock I must be fucking stupid?”

“No, I mean I just didn’t expect…” Ben protested.

“Just shutup and play,” Tyler said.

Ben turned his attention back to the board but he’d lost too many pieces and Tyler quickly won the game. Ben couldn’t believe it. It had never even occurred to him that Tyler might be good at chess.

“You look surprised,” Tyler said with a grin. “Thought you were kick my ass didn’t you?”

Ben nodded numbly.

“Sorry to destroy your stereotype of the dumb jock,” Tyler said. “But I happen to have a 4.0 average and I was on my high school chess team.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Ben complained.

Tyler shrugged, “You assumed I was an idiot and that really pissed me off so I figured I’d teach you lesson.”

“I’m sorry,” Ben offered. “I don’t think you’re an idiot.”

“Not now that I just beat you,” Tyler smirked. “Maybe you can think that over while you’re licking my feet.”

Ben gulped. He had lost. He had lost the challenge and he’d agreed to lick Tyler’s feet if he lost. Sadly he knelt down in front of Tyler.

“What are you doing?” Tyler asked.

“Umm,” Ben said in confusion, “I was… I lost so I was… going to lick your feet.”

“Not now dumbass,” Tyler said. “We have four more games to play.”

“Oh,” Ben said as he resumed his seat.

“Let’s see if you can do better this time and earn some points,” Tyler cracked.

They reset the board and this time Ben played hard. It made no difference. Tyler easily beat him again. “Hmmm, that’s twice,” Tyler mused.

They played the three remaining games and Tyler won each time. Ben slumped in defeat.

“I guess I have to lick your feet now,” Ben moaned.

“Nah,” Tyler said, “Just get down there and kiss my feet and apologize for thinking I was just a dumb jock."

A wave of relief washed over Ben as Tyler let him off the hook. Kissing his feet was a breeze comparatively so he gladly groveled before Tyler and apologized over and over.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Tyler said.

“Thanks Tyler,” Ben said as stood up.

Tyler glanced at his watch. “Dude just head back to your dorm room. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It had been a really long evening and Ben was glad it was over. He slowly walked back across campus to his dorm room while he thought over all the events of the evening. He was glad Tyler was his friend though he wished Tyler wasn’t so demanding at times.

His roommate, Joseph, was asleep when Ben entered the dorm room. Ben collapsed in his bed and quickly fell asleep. Like many people, Ben rarely remembered his dreams. It was good that he wouldn’t remember tonight’s dreams because they mainly had to do with him getting beat up by Dan or being forced to kiss the feet of all the TKD members. But even though he wouldn’t remember them consciously, they slowly wormed their way into his subconscious.

Ben spent the next day focused on his homework. Both he and Joseph were in the room studying when there was a loud knock on the door. He got up to answer it and Ben was surprised when he saw it was Tyler.

“Hi Ben,” Tyler said with a grin.

“Oh, hey,” Ben replied.

Tyler didn’t wait to be invited in; he just walked past Ben and took a sit in the Ben’s desk chair. He looked at Joseph and said, “Mind if I talk to Ben alone?”

Joseph looked up from his books in mild annoyance and Ben quickly said, “Tyler we can go somewhere else if you want to talk.”

Tyler ignored Ben, stood up and hovered over Joseph. “You. Out.” Joseph was smaller than Ben and he quickly grabbed his books and left.

Ben was stunned. “That was rude,” he said to Tyler who had resumed his seat in Ben’s chair.

Tyler shrugged. “I did that for your benefit but if you want an audience while you lick my feet…” Ben reddened in embarrassment and quickly closed the door. “What are you talking about?”

“Did you forget about losing those chess games yesterday?” Tyler asked.

“No, but…” Ben replied.

“Did you forget what punishment you agreed to if you lost?”

“But you said I didn’t have to,” Ben whined.

“No I didn’t,” Tyler said firmly. “I just said you didn’t have to do it last night. You still lost.”

“Oh,” Ben said softly, “Damn. Well I guess I could swing by your place later.”

Tyler shook his head. “No, I’m here to collect now.”

“Here?” Ben said.

“What difference does it make where you lick my feet at?” Tyler asked.

Ben supposed it didn’t really matter but it had seemed so much more private in Tyler’s room at the frat house. Here in his brightly lit dorm room he felt far more exposed and embarrassed.

“Do we have to do this now?” Ben asked desperately. “Yes,” Tyler said. “I just finished my work out.” “Well then go home and take a shower,” Ben said.

Tyler laughed. “Haha, what would be the point of that. If I was going to have you lick my clean feet you could have done that last night but you agreed to lick my feet like before didn’t you? Well, my feet were sweaty the first time so that’s why I came here after my workout.”

Ben saw Tyler’s hair was slightly damp with sweat as was the t-shirt that fit tightly across Tyler’s muscular chest. Tyler sat there with his arms crossed impatiently waiting for Ben to honor his part of the agreement. Ben turned and locked the dorm room door.

“You can start by taking off my shoes,” Tyler ordered. Ben was nervous but he knelt down before Tyler, untied his cross trainers and slid them off his feet. Ben turned his head as the strong odor of Tyler’s feet filled the room.

“Get me something to prop my feet on,” Tyler demanded.

Ben brought Joseph’s chair over and Tyler put his feet up. “How’s that?”

“Not very comfy,” Tyler said as he reached over and snatched the pillow off Ben’s bed and tucked it under his feet.

“That’s better,” he grinned. “Now kneel down there and take my socks off.”

Slowly Ben did as he was told. He noticed the short, white ankle socks felt slightly damp as he peeled them off Tyler’s feet. And then to his disgust he noticed how grimy Tyler’s feet were.

Tyler chuckled at Ben’s reaction, “Oh yeah, I went for a little run on the way over here.”

“Barefoot?!” Ben gasped.

“Only for the first mile,” Tyler confessed. “Then I put my socks and shoes back on so they stayed nice and sweaty.”

“I… I can’t do this…” Ben said as he stood up.

Inwardly, Tyler cheered. Ben was finally going to give up.

“So you just make agreements and then break them when you don’t win?” Tyler said.

“No, I mean, I just can’t…” Ben said.

“Not exactly TKD material are you?” Tyler accused.

Ben was silent for a moment then he knelt down at Tyler’s feet. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Tyler was angry. “Really? Fuck it then, yes, get down there and lick my filthy fucking sweaty feet!”

Ben leaned in and slowly began licking Tyler’s feet while Tyler himself fumed. It took half an hour before Ben had cleaned Tyler’s feet to his satisfaction. Tyler then had Ben put his socks and shoes on for him.

He stood up and glared down at Ben. “That’s what you get for thinking you’re smarter than me. How smart do you feel now?”

“Not very,” Ben admitted. “I’m sorry. I’ve learned my lesson.”

Tyler laughed, “You think so?”

Ben nodded sadly.

“Well we see tomorrow,” Tyler smirked.

“What do you mean?” Ben asked puzzled.

“You lost five fucking times dumbass!” Tyler crowed. “So I’m going to enjoy showing up here every afternoon and making you clean my dirty, sweaty feet with your tongue until you’ve honored your part of the agreement. You got that?”

Ben didn’t say anything as Tyler laughed and walked out of the room.

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