Andy's Master

By Toby Tyler

Published on Sep 29, 2008

Gay

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 Chapter 2

Andy spent the whole day cleaning his new master's house. This was not what I expected, Andy thought. Doing the household chores while his Daddy was away was boring and tedious. It wasn't sexy or fun at all. Yet Andy understood that if he was to get what he wanted out of the deal -- the thrilling chance to be sexually used and humiliated by an older man -- then he would have to put up with the guy's every whim in order to satisfy him. That was part of the deal.

Andy had been chatting with this guy online for months, and he imagined that when they would finally meet that he would be on his knees right away sucking his master's cock. He figured he would stay maybe a weekend and then go home.

Instead, he found himself trapped naked in this man's house, vacuuming the carpet and scrubbing the kitchen. His master had made him relinquish not only his wallet, but his keys and cell phone. There wasn't even a land line in the house -- Andy had no way of contacting the outside world. What was even worse, Andy's new master had demanded that Andy give him the passwords to all of his email accounts! Already Andy felt that he was in too deep. But he decided to stick it out for at least a few days, since he had wanted to do this for so long, and since he had driven so far to meet this man.

The email thing was a test of honesty. Andy wondered if he could actually do such a thing, allow this man to go through all of his private emails. To bare his soul to this man. And he didn't even know this man's name!

He had two email accounts -- one for family and friends, and a secret one for smut purposes. Andy had contacted his Master, who was already insisting that he call him Daddy, through the secret email account. So obviously his Daddy knew about the secret account. He had no choice but to write down the passwords to both accounts, or else the whole slave and master game was off. Andy felt sick to his stomach when he wrote the password down, but he knew that once his Daddy saw he had the courage to open his deepest secrets to this man that his training would begin in earnest.

Andy picked up the pad and pen and took a deep breath. Here is what he wrote:

DEAR DADDY,

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT I WANT YOU TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME. HERE ARE THE PASSWORDS TO MY EMAIL ACCOUNTS. I WANT YOU TO READ MY PRIVATE EMAILS BECAUSE IT THRILLS ME TO EXPOSE MYSELF COMPLETELY TO YOU. I LOVE THE FEELING OF VULNERABILITY IT GIVES ME. MY LIFE IS IN YOUR HANDS.

LOVE,

ANDY WADE, YOUR FILTHY COCKSUCKING FAGGOT SLAVE BOY

There. He did it. He felt much better. He wasn't sure if he had spelled `vulnerability' right, but that didn't really matter. Now his Daddy would know all his secrets. Daddy would be happy with him.

Andy was cooking his Daddy's dinner -- macaroni and cheese -- when his Daddy came in the front door.

"Oh, Daddy, I am so happy you're home! I missed you so much!" Although Andy was acting, behaving like a little boy, in his heart he was slowly beginning to feel that what he was saying was true. Maybe I'm hypnotizing myself, he wondered. It seemed that the simple act of role playing, actually saying these kinds of submissive things, made Andy start to believe that it was truly the way he felt.

"Oh by the way, you little faggot, I'm going to be easy on you at first, since you don't know all the rules yet."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. What have I done wrong?"

"Well, I should have told you, but never mind. Remember it next time. When I come home I want you waiting by the door, ready to open it for me and take any packages I might be carrying for me."

"I'm sorry, Daddy! Tomorrow I'll be waiting at the door for you to come in!"

"I'm going to let it slide, since we haven't really discussed the rules yet. But once you know a rule and you forget to follow it, you will be punished."

"If I am a bad boy, it is only right for you to punish me," Andy agreed. Perhaps punishment could be a little spanking? That might be fun.

"I see you have dinner ready. You can serve me, and then when I am finished eating, I will put the bowl on the floor and then you can eat whatever table scraps I leave behind. That is the way you will eat from now on -- like a dog."

"Oh, thank you, Daddy! You are so kind!"

Andy was pleased to hear this because he hadn't eaten all day, partially because he had been too nervous to eat, and partially because he did not want to do anything without his Daddy's permission.

"Of course, once your training is fully underway, you will also slowly learn to begin eating my shit and drinking my piss."

"I love you, Daddy!" This was not acting. This was a spontaneous outburst of true love for his Daddy from Andy. The self-hypnosis was starting to take effect.

Andy stood by while his Daddy ate, bringing him beer and wiping his face with a napkin for him. Then his Daddy put the bowl down on the floor and watched Andy stick his face in it and eat it like a dog, even licking the bowl. Then Andy washed the dishes. When Andy was finished, he went into the living room and knelt before his master to await further instructions.

"Now take off my shoes."

Andy carefully unlaced his Daddy's shoes and removed them, taking care to sniff deeply inside each one.

"No smell my socks."

Following his Daddy's instructions, Andy proceeded to sniff his Daddy's socks and lovingly rub them against his face. They were very smelly. Andy always did like the smell of his own dirty socks, and his Daddy's socks smelled even stronger.

"Oh, Daddy, your socks smell so nice!"

"Take them off."

Andy got the idea to remove his Daddy's socks with his teeth. He put the toe end of the sock in his mouth, and began sucking the sweat off it. Then he gripped the sock with his teeth and slowly pulled it off. He did the same with the other sock. His Daddy seemed pleased.

As knelt on the floor and began kissing his Daddy's feet, he got his first chance to really inspect them. Although he had licked his Daddy's feet while naked on the doorstep that morning, he had been too nervous and confused to really pay attention to them. Now as he lovingly glided his tongue between his Daddy's salty, sweaty toes, he had his first chance to get a real good look at them.

They weren't pretty feet. They were the feet of a rugged, hard-working man. The skin on the soles was rough, with corns, calluses and peeling dead skin. The nails were thick and needed to be cut. Underneath each big toenail was black with grime. Andy didn't care that his Daddy's feet were so nasty. It gave Andy all the more pleasure to serve him.

"Faggot, do you know what a pedicure is?"

"Yes, Daddy. My mother gets them all the time."

"Tell me how you give someone a pedicure."

Andy thought for a moment. "Well, Daddy, they cut and file your toenails for you. Then they scrape off all the corns and calluses and make your foot nice and smooth."

"Would you like to give your Daddy a pedicure?"

"Oh yes, Daddy! I would be happy to make your feet nice and beautiful."

"Then you may give me a faggot slave boy pedicure. You have all the tools you need in your mouth."

"You mean my teeth and tongue, Daddy?"

"Yes."

Just acknowledging what he was about to do for his Daddy made Andy shiver with pleasure. How disgusting! How wrong! Yet, how exciting! He couldn't think of anything more degrading than chewing all the dead skin off this man's nasty, smelly feet. Andy wanted to be degraded.

Andy immediately set to work on his Daddy's feet. First he licked, sucked and massaged his Daddy's feet for about ten minutes. It helped him to start softening the dead skin and calluses. Then he began to nibble on the dead skin on the soles of his Daddy's feet. Then he sucked and swallowed the dirt out of his Daddy's toes. He had difficulty chewing his Daddy's tough toenails down, but he eventually got them down to a satisfactory length.

Andy changed positions -- kneeling was getting uncomfortable for him -- and lay down on his back as his Daddy rested his feet on the boy's face. Andy spent more than an hour slowly scraping away at his Daddy's calluses with his teeth, chewing and swallowing every bit of dead skin.

Andy spent the whole evening kneeling on the floor before his Daddy, massaging his feet and then licking and sucking them. Andy particularly enjoyed sucking the dirt from underneath his Daddy's grimy toenails. With his Daddy's feet on his face, Andy was a very happy boy. When his Daddy was ready for bed, Andy pulled up the covers and tucked him in. Then Andy went out onto the living room to sleep on the floor.

It was difficult for Andy to find a comfortable position for sleeping on the carpeted floor. In fact, the first night, Andy couldn't sleep at all. Although his first day of servitude hadn't necessarily been a pleasant one, there were some moments -- like being naked and licking his Daddy's feet at the front door and rubbing and licking his Daddy's feet before bedtime -- where Andy felt more sexually aroused than he had ever felt in his entire life. Finally, he was on his way to fulfilling his greatest sexual dream. Who knew what the next day would bring?

To Be Continued

Next: Chapter 3


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