Andy's Master
By
Toby Tyler
(Mb, oral, anal, piss, scat, bd, submission)
The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to read it, then shame on you! If you enjoyed my story, you can check out some of my other stories on Nifty: Poor Little Shit Boy, Seventh Grade Foot Slave, Fucked-Up Kid, Brother Sucker, Scat Boy for Pay, Zack In The Box and Urinal Boy. I love to hear from my readers. You can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the title of the story in the subject line.
Andy's Master (Intro)
"It's 2 AM! What the hell is that kid doing?" Mr. Wade exclaimed, peeking out of the blinds in the bedroom window. He could see his sixteen year old son, Andy, in the driveway loading up his trunk with a cooler and some luggage.
His wife joined him at the window. "Looks like he's sneaking off somewhere," she said. "Ted, you'd better go stop him before he gets in some real trouble. Whatever he's up to, it can't be any good!"
"Ok, ok, I'll go put a stop to this!"
When his father caught him loading up his car, Andy looked like a frightened rabbit. His father just smiled at him.
"Ok, Andy, out with it!"
"I've made up my mind! I'm going and you can't stop me! I'm old enough to make my own decisions!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Andy! Going where?"
"I'm, uh, going to meet someone. Someone I met online."
His dad grinned. "A girl, right?"
"Uh, yeah, a girl."
His dad grinned. "I knew it! How long are you going to be gone?"
"I dunno. A week, maybe. Depends on how things work out."
"How old is she?"
"She's 18. Goes to Arkwright College. But she's living on her own for the summer."
"What's her name?"
"Uh, Angela. Like I said, you can't stop me. I'm going whether you like it or not."
Mr. Wade patted his son on the head. "You sure this girl's for real? That it's really not some pervert trying to lure teenage boys online?"
"Oh, I'm sure. We talked on the phone."
"All right. Have fun, then."
"That's it? You're not going to try to stop me?"
"Nah. I was your age once. I know all about raging hormones. Have a good time. Just remember to use protection. Oh by the way, you should wipe some of that stuff off your face before you go. It's not very romantic to show up at your girl's door all covered in pimple cream, you know."
"I guess I used a little too much."
"How far away does she live?"
"In Medford."
"Medford? That's six hours away!"
"I know. That's why I packed a lot of stuff."
"Couldn't you have found a girl who lived a little bit closer?"
"I dunno. These things just happen. I just have to meet her."
"Ok. I'll tell your mother I let you go. She won't be too happy about this, though."
"Thanks, Dad."
When Mr. Wade returned to his bed, his wife was livid. "How could you let him go! Who knows what's going to happen to him! He's only sixteen!"
"Oh, he can take care of himself. And I'm sure the experience will be good for him."
When Andy got into his car he got a text message. His heart started beating wildly. He felt dizzy, nervous, frightened and excited. He checked his phone. It was from his new master. Here is what it said:
OK BOY, YOU NOW BELONG TO ME COMPLETELY. THERE IS NO GOING BACK. I HOPE THAT YOU HAVE REMEMBERED THAT YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH YOURSELF UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ANYMORE. YOUR ONLY DUTY IS TO SERVE ME AND GIVE ME PLEASURE. TO PLEASURE YOURSELF IS FORBIDDEN. TELL ME WHEN YOU EXPECT TO BEGIN YOUR SERVITUDE.
Andy knew it was going to be very difficult to keep from touching his dick while he served his master. He was already getting hard as he replied:
I LOOK FORWARD TO SERVING YOU, MASTER. I HOPE I CAN PLEASE YOU. I HAVE NOT TOUCHED MYSELF SINCE LAST SATURDAY. I WILL BE AT YOUR HOUSE AND READY TO SERVE BY 8 AM. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD AND CAN ONLY BE HAPPY SERVING YOU.
Andy drove off into the night. His senses were tingling with excitement and fear. Even though he had yet to meet his master, and even though part of his mind rebelled at the thought of submitting completely to this man that he had only chatted with online, it gave him a secret thrill to tell his master he loved him. Andy decided that during his whole servitude, no matter what this man made him do, he would tell the man that he loved him. In Andy's mind, `I love you' was not something to be said casually, he had to really mean it. And Andy knew that once he began to serve his master that he would know true love.
Chapter 1
Andy arrived at his master's house at 8 AM. It was a small house in a run-down neighborhood. Andy pulled into the driveway, his heart beating like mad. Here goes, he thought, it's no turning back. He got out, walked up the drive and rang the doorbell.
The door opened, and Andy saw his master face to face for the first time. The man was in his mid-40's with graying hair and a bit of a beer belly. Not very handsome at all. But Andy knew that was exactly the point. He knew it would be a more intense pleasure for him to try to get over his natural aversion to the thought of performing sex acts with this unattractive man who was old enough to be his father.
"Hello, Master. I am happy to be here and ready to serve you."
His master looked at him with a slight sneer. "Why do you want to serve me?"
"I want to serve you because I love you and I know in my heart that I will only be happy when I can satisfy you. I hope that you will allow me to pleasure you by sucking your cock and drinking your cum."
"Do you love me more than your mother and father?"
"Yes I do. I love you more than my parents. What you want comes first. If you want me to stay and serve you, I will do so, even if my parents disapprove."
"Boy, you can still turn back if you are not ready. But I must warn you, once you step over the threshold and enter my house, you will be mine, and you will no longer have any free will. Are you ready to accept that?"
"Yes I am, Master. I told you I love you and I mean it."
Andy was getting harder and harder by this role-playing. He couldn't believe he was finally fulfilling one of his deepest, most secret fantasies.
"You may enter my house. But before you do so, you must remove all of your clothing. You must be naked as the day as you were born. And once you are naked, you will no longer call me Master. You will call me Daddy."
Andy looked around. What if some of the neighbors saw him undressing on this guy's front step? He figured that was part of the thrill of it – the thrill of possibly getting caught. Andy slowly stripped naked before the man. He held his clothes in his arms and was ready to finally cross the threshold when his master stopped him.
"You can't bring those rags in here. The garbage cans are at the end of the driveway. There will be a trash pickup this morning." His master pointed to the garbage cans.
Andy gulped. The thought of throwing serving this man naked was very thrilling, but the thought of throwing away his clothing was a little hard to take. He hesitated.
"Already you are resisting me, Slave. I don't like this. You wouldn't want to have me have to punish you so soon? Of course, knowing you have displeased me should be punishment enough for you."
"I'm sorry, Master."
"Remember, when you are naked you must call me Daddy. Now throw those rags away!"
"Yes, Daddy."
Andy hesitantly walked down the driveway to the garbage cans, looking out for any neighbors who might see him. Luckily, that morning was pretty quiet. Andy stopped at his car to toss his wallet and car keys in his car. He realized the problem right away – if he locked his car he would lock his keys in, yet the thought of leaving his car unlocked in this neighborhood was very disturbing. He hesitated, put the wallet and keys in his glove compartment, and then went over to the trash cans to throw his clothing away.
When he returned to the front door, he said, "Daddy, I hope I have pleased you now. May I please come in and serve you?"
"Get your keys and wallet out of your car. Lock your car up and give them to me. I will keep them with me for safe keeping."
Rats! Now Andy would have no means of escape should things get a little too hard to handle. Andy looked back down the driveway. He would now have to walk the length of the driveway naked again to retrieve his wallet and keys.
Andy cautiously made the journey back to his car to retrieve his keys and wallet. He realized that his master would also be pleased if he relinquished his cell phone.
"Here you go, Daddy. Here is my cell phone, too. I want you to know that while I serve you I will communicate with nobody else. My only duty is to serve you."
Andy looked pleadingly at his master, desperately waiting to be let in. Now he was really getting hard, standing naked on this man's doorstep for all the world to see.
"You may now get on your knees and kiss my feet, boy."
Andy looked down. His master's feet were bare. Dutifully, he got on his hands and knees and kissed the top of each foot. Still on his knees, Andy looked up and waited for his next instruction.
"Do you love me, boy?
"Yes I do, Daddy. I love you more than anyone else in the world. I love you more than my mom and dad." It gave him a raging hard-on just saying it..
"Then show me you love me. I want you to kiss my feet like you mean it. Only then will I let you into my house."
Andy's master lifted his left foot and pushed it into the boy's face. Without any hesitation, Andy held the foot in both hands and began eagerly kissing the smelly, dirty toes. He didn't care if the whole world could see him. He was completely lost in the pleasure of finally having a chance to serve his master, his new Daddy.
The rank foot smell got Andy harder and harder. He got his tongue out and started to lick the dirt out from between his Daddy's toes. Then he lovingly sucked each toe. Then he licked the sole of his master's foot with long, loving strokes.
His Daddy put his left foot down and gave Andy his right foot to worship. Andy was completely lost in sexual pleasure as he slowly licked and sucked his Daddy's foot. Finally satisfied, Andy's Daddy took his foot away.
"Get in here, boy."
"Thank you, Daddy."
In the kitchen, Andy went to sit down in a chair. His Daddy stopped him.
"In this house, you may stand and you may kneel. And you may lie down on the floor to sleep. But you may not sit on any of the furniture. It is off limits to you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"I have to go to work in a few minutes. I won't have time to begin training you until I get home tonight, but I wanted to go over a few things now so you understand your place and your responsibilities. You don't have to stand, you can kneel before me if you like."
"Thank you, Daddy." Andy got on his knees.
"Now, while you must call me Daddy, and must obey me even more so than your biological father, I will not call you Son yet, because you have not earned the privilege. Can you think of some things that I might call you until then?"
"How about Slave, and Boy, or Slave Boy?"
"Can you think of any other names you would wish to be called?"
"How about worthless little slut, cocksucking faggot, sperm dump, urinal boy, toilet?"
"Those are good things to call you. I'm sure you will think of more. Now, you did not tell anyone about me, did you?"
"No, nobody."
"Nobody knows where you are, right?"
"Nobody in the world knows where I am, Daddy."
"Good. Now you do not know anything about me except my email address, and that I am now your master and Daddy. You do not even know my name. You are forbidden to ask anything about me, not even where I work or what I do for a living. And you won't find out anything by snooping around – all of my personal effects are locked away, and my computer is very secure."
"All I know is that I love you, Daddy."
"I am pleased to hear that. Now, while you may not know anything about me, you are forbidden to keep any secrets from me. I must know everything about you. I already have your wallet. Do you see that notepad on the table?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"When I get home from work I want to look at that pad and see the passwords for every email account you have written on there. You will allow me to access your most private correspondence so that I may learn everything there is about my slave. If the passwords you give me don't work, or if I have reason to believe you withheld any email account information from me, I will kick you out of the house with no clothing, and I will destroy your keys, wallet and cell phone. Is that understood?"
Andy gulped. He was getting more than he had bargained for. What if this guy was a dangerous psycho? Still, he felt he had to submit completely, or else all would be in vain.
"Yes, Daddy. I will give you all my passwords."
"Here is a list of chores for you to do today. Your duty is basically to clean my house and have dinner ready for me when I get home. The house must be spotless, with two important exceptions. The first is that you must not clean my bathroom at all. The second is that you cannot do any of my laundry. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Daddy. I will do my best to please you."
Andy's new Daddy began getting ready to go to work.
"Daddy?" Andy asked, hopefully. "May I kiss you goodbye?"
"You haven't earned that yet, boy. But if you ask me nicely you may kiss my feet again."
"May I kiss your feet again, Daddy? You know how much I love you!"
Andy's Daddy gave him a foot to lick. Andy licked it like a puppy dog, not wanting to let go. His Daddy let him lick his stinky foot for a few minutes before he pulled it away.
Andy's Daddy sat down in a chair. "There are my socks and shoes. You may put them on for me."
"Thank you, Daddy." Andy did as he was told.
Andy watched out the window as his new Daddy drove off to work. He looked around. Here he was, standing stark naked in a strange man's home. Now he was this man's slave and property, and he had to serve this man with no questions asked. What have I gotten myself into? Andy wondered.
Andy picked up the list of chores and looked at it, bewildered. Now where to begin?
To Be Continued