Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2008 13:20:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Andy's Master Chapter 3

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.

Just to let you know, this is where the story starts getting nasty! Don't
say I didn't warn you!

Andy's Master Chapter 3

When Andy woke up, he was slightly confused. It took him a few moments to
realize where he was. It was the second day of his servitude and he had
been sleeping on the carpet of his Daddy's living room. His whole body
ached and he desperately needed to go to the bathroom. He knew he would
need to ask his Daddy's permission to use the toilet.

He realized that it was Saturday. Who knew how long his Daddy would sleep?
Andy was afraid to wake his Daddy up, even if he did have to shit. Even
though he had been fantasizing about being the complete sex slave and toy
for an older man for months, the reality of what he had gotten himself into
was not what he had expected. He was still not quite clear on the rules of
the game. He wanted to please his Daddy -- and live out his submissive
fantasy - so he simply waited, with an excruciating pain in his gut from
holding his bowel movement in.

Eventually his Daddy did wake up and saunter into the living room.

"Daddy, may I please go to the toilet now? I have to take a shit!"

"Is that any way to say good morning to your Daddy?"

"I guess not, Daddy. I'm sorry."

"Then let's start over again."

Andy understood the rules of the game he had agreed to, but this was
getting frustrating! He simply needed to use the bathroom and he had little
patience for role-playing at the moment. He felt the strong urge to say
something smart-assed to his Daddy, but bit his tongue. It would have been
stupid of him to blow it after he spent months developing an online
relationship with this man, and then drove six hours to live out his
fantasy. He was finally living out his dream, and he knew he should be more
thankful to his Daddy for allowing him to serve. As tedious as it seemed,
Andy knew he had no choice but to play along with his Daddy.

"Good morning, Daddy. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes I did. Did you enjoy sleeping on my floor?"

"Oh yes I did. I am so grateful to you for giving me a place to sleep."

"Now, did you have anything to ask me?"

"Oh Daddy, may I please take a shit?"

"Have you ever thought that I might need to relieve myself first?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Of course you may use the toilet before me."

"It's not a question of me USING the toilet. It's a question of you BEING
the toilet. Come over here."

Andy gulped. Did his Daddy want him to eat his shit? So soon? He knew he
wasn't ready for that!

"Come on, slut. On your knees in front of me."

Andy was relieved. His Daddy only wanted to piss in his mouth. Andy figured
he could handle that. Piss wasn't anywhere near as nasty as shit.

Andy got on his knees before his Daddy and looked up lovingly.

"Now take my cock out of my shorts, put it in your mouth and close your
lips tight around it. I don't want you to spill any."

"Thank you, Daddy." Andy did as he was told.

Andy saw his Daddy's cock for the first time when he fished it out of the
man's boxers. It was, well, ugly. Big, veiny, uncut, hairy and smelly. A
year ago Andy would have never thought of going near such a big, nasty,
smelly man cock. But he knew now that over the next few weeks his tongue
would get to know every centimeter of the slightly moist and sweaty flesh
on that man's cock. Soon he would learn to love that cock. Andy shuddered
slightly and put the cock in his mouth.

He waited patiently for a minute before he felt the first squirts of urine
against his tongue. He had tasted his own piss before, so he had a good
idea of what to expect. The man's morning piss was strong, salty and
bitter. Andy began to swallow.

The more Andy swallowed the more sexually aroused he became. Soon his cock
was fully erect. The thought of what he was doing -- having a man urinate
into his mouth -- filled Andy with a perverse pleasure. This was more
thrilling than licking his Daddy's feet!

His Daddy had stopped filling his mouth. Andy waited for his Daddy to tell
him to take the cock out of his mouth.

"Okay, piss boy, that's enough for now. Now tell me, how do you feel to
have your Daddy piss down your throat?"

 "Oh Daddy, I was a little scared to drink your piss at first, but the more
I drank the happier I felt. I love you so much that I want to be your piss
boy all the time now! Please use my mouth whenever you want to!"

Andy knew what his Daddy wanted to hear. As much as he enjoyed the dirty
talk online, it somehow sounded phony when he actually said the words
aloud. Andy knew it was all acting. But what Andy didn't realize was that
soon he wouldn't be acting anymore. Soon it would all become real. And Andy
would find himself truly loving his Daddy more than his real mother and
father.

"You have pleased me, boy. You may relieve yourself now."

Andy's Daddy followed him into the bathroom, as Andy could only defecate
under his Daddy's supervision. His Daddy watched as Andy took a shit. But
he didn't allow Andy to wipe his ass. Andy secretly enjoyed the thought of
walking around all the time with a dirty, sticky, stinky asshole. He
enjoyed the delicious pleasure of being a nasty, dirty boy. He flushed the
toilet and followed his Daddy out to the living room again.

"Boy, you have been my slave for twenty-four hours. I want you to tell me
how you are feeling about it. And don't lie to me and say what you think I
want to hear. I demand full honesty from you."

"Well, Daddy, I have been scared, afraid of going too far. It was hard to
put my life in your hands. I hated having to spend the day cleaning your
house; that wasn't what I expected at all. When I came here I knew it was
just a game, calling you Daddy and telling you I loved you and all
that. Most of the time it's just acting, but the more I started to serve
you the more there were moments when I felt true love and happiness to
serve you."

"Tell me about those moments when you really started to love me."

"The first time I knew I loved you was when I was naked on your doorstep
licking your feet. The second time I knew I loved you was when I wrote down
my email passwords for you. The third time I knew I loved you was when you
gave me your leftovers to eat and I ate them on the floor like a dog. The
fourth time I knew I loved you was just now, as you were filling my mouth
with your hot piss. I was resistant at first, but as I started to taste
your piss on my tongue I reminded myself that I had driven 6 hours to be
with you as your slave, and that you were very kind to take me on and help
me live out my fantasy. With my lips around your cock and your warm piss
running down my throat, that was when I knew that I really and truly loved
you more than my real father. The love I felt for you at that moment is
indescribable. You ARE my Daddy, and I will serve you the best that I
can. I love you so much, Daddy!"

"Right now you are practically worthless," his Daddy explained. "There are
only two parts of you that are of any use to me. Can you tell me what they
are?"

"My mouth and my ass," Andy replied. "because I can use them to pleasure
your cock."

"That is correct. Now boy, we have a whole day ahead of us. Fix me my
breakfast and think of ways you can please me today. I want coffee,
scrambled eggs and bacon."

Andy learned that if he wanted enough to eat he had to make extra, and pile
it all on his Daddy's plate. Andy would never get a plate for himself, and
by giving his Daddy lots of food, not only did he please his Daddy by
serving ample portions, but he made sure he got enough to eat for
himself. After breakfast, Daddy returned to his easy chair and Andy knelt
before him.

"Boy, why don't you continue licking my feet. I enjoy watching you do
that."

"Yes, Daddy. I enjoy licking your feet very much!" Andy cradled his Daddy's
foot in both hands, put Daddy's big toe in his mouth and began to suck
lovingly.

"Have you given any thought as to how you might like to serve me today?"

Andy took his Daddy's toe out of his mouth. "I still haven't tasted your
sperm, Daddy. Maybe you would like me to blow you this morning."

"So you would like to suck my cock. Is that right, you little faggot?"

"Yes Daddy, I want to suck your big cock and lick your hairy balls. I want
you to cum in my mouth so I can taste it. I want to swallow it all."

"Tell me, faggot, would you enjoy sucking my cock if I made you dress as a
little girl, and put makeup on your face? Would that make you happy, to be
Daddy's little girl?"

Andy made a disgusted face. "Honestly, Daddy, I hate the thought of
dressing like a girl. I don't like girls and I wouldn't want to be one. But
I would be happy to be your little girl for you just to please you and have
your cock in my mouth. I would try to please you better than any girl
could. I really, really want to taste your sperm, Daddy. May I please suck
your cock?"

"No."

"Why not, Daddy? Isn't that what I came here, for? To be your sex slave?"

"I know how much you want to suck my cock. You told me many times in your
emails. But maybe I don't want to give you that pleasure. Maybe you don't
deserve it. It's my decision, not yours."

Andy was crestfallen. "Okay, Daddy. I understand. But I do hope you'll let
me blow you someday. It would make me the happiest boy in the world!"

"Now tell me, slut, in our online chats we talked a lot about rimming. Have
you ever rimmed anyone before?"

"No Daddy. I'm a complete virgin. I've never done anything with any
man. I'm saving myself for you! You're the only man in my life!"

"How would you feel about spending the entire morning rimming me? Would you
enjoy that?"

Finally! Andy thought. Finally this guy wanted him to do something overtly
sexual! Licking the guy's feet had been a real turn-on, but Andy wanted
much more. He still wanted to suck his Daddy's cock, but the thought of
rimming Daddy was just as hot! Maybe even hotter, because the thought of
licking a man's ass was still a bit repugnant to Andy. Andy found his most
intense sexual fantasies involved doing things that were somehow taboo or
disgusting.

"Oh yes, Daddy! It would make me so happy to spend the morning kissing your
ass!"

His Daddy paused. "I really don't like the term kissing ass. Ass
kissing. It's too general. It can mean anything, really. Let's be more
specific, and use some words that describe exactly what I will have you do
to me. You won't just be kissing my ass - you will be kissing my anus. You
will be kissing, licking and sucking on my anus. You will be sticking your
tongue in my anus. See what a big difference a word makes?"

"Yes I do, Daddy. Anus is a much better word."

"Then tell me again what you will do to me this morning."

"Daddy, I am going to lick and suck your anus. You are going to feel my
tongue in the place where your shit comes out. I love you so much that I
want to put my tongue in your most dirty, smelly, private place."

His Daddy pointed to a nearby padded wooden footrest. "Boy, bring that
footrest into the kitchen."

"Yes, Daddy." Andy obeyed.

"Now boy," Andy's Daddy said, standing up, "take my underwear off."

Andy eagerly slid his Daddy's boxer shorts down. Then he followed his Daddy
into the kitchen.

"Get under the footrest."

Andy got on his back and slid under the footrest. His Daddy positioned the
footrest and then sat down. The footrest formed a bridge over Andy's
shoulders, and now his Daddy's ass was spread inches away from the boy's
face. Andy felt a little like a mechanic checking underneath a car. He also
felt a lot like a toilet bowl. Hesitantly, he inspected his Daddy's anus.

His Daddy's anus was large, swollen and reddish, with lots of thick, black
curly hair around it. Andy could smell the shit, as his nostrils were only
an inch away. Andy also noticed a tiny piece of shit that was wedged in one
of the ridges of the man's anus. He found himself feeling a little
disgusted by what he was about to do. Yes it was hot in fantasy, but the
reality of this middle-aged man's hairy pucker hovering above his face was
a little hard to handle at first.

Andy cautiously put his hands on his Daddy's butt cheeks and slowly brought
his face to that pucker. He gently kissed it, first just with his
lips. Then he kissed it again, opening his mouth slightly. Then he kissed
it a third time, letting his tongue slip out of his mouth a little and
gently graze the pucker. He stuck his tongue out more, and got a bigger
lick. He could taste a mixture of salty sweat and bitter shit on his
tongue. It wasn't as disgusting as he thought it would be.

That little piece of shit was going to drive him crazy. At first he was
avoiding touching it with his tongue, but Andy knew that if he continued to
avoid it he would end up obsessing about that little piece of shit. But if
he just ate it and got it over with, he could get on with the rim job.

Andy took a deep breath and fished the tiny piece of shit out of the
crevice with his tongue. There, now he had it. Andy closed his mouth and
sucked on the little piece until it dissolved in his mouth.

Once Andy got a little taste of his Daddy's shit, he lost all fear of
rimming the man's anus. He had gotten over the worst part. He began to lick
and suck on the hole. Then he got braver and stuck his tongue in, letting
the shit flavor coat his entire tongue. Andy's cock got harder. And
harder. Ooh, he thought, rimming my master is even more of a turn-on than I
imagined it would be!

He couldn't help himself. He reached for his cock. He was so horny he knew
that it would take him seconds to cum if he started jerking off.

His Daddy saw this, and pulled his hand away from the boy's dick.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but your ass -- I mean anus - is too good! I couldn't
resist! You're making me so horny, Daddy!"

"Describe to me how you are feeling right now."

Andy was overcome by emotion. He was so unbelievably horny, that perhaps
this was another one of those moments when acting turned into real feeling.

"Oh Daddy, I'm so happy to be kissing your anus right now! It's the best
part of your body to kiss and I love it! I love you, Daddy! I love your
anus! I love sucking on your anus! Oh, Daddy!"

"How does it taste?"

"I can taste your shit, Daddy. It's bitter at first, then a little
sweet. Oh, your shit is so sweet, Daddy! Mmmm, let me taste it some more."
Andy's tongue went back into his Daddy's hole.

"Soon you will be craving my shit. You will beg me to taste it. You will
lick the shit from my anus every time I use the toilet. How does it make
you feel to know that you're sticking your tongue in your Daddy's dirty
shit hole?"

"Oh Daddy, this is what I was meant to do all my life! Suck your dirty shit
hole! I'm your filthy, anus-licking boy! I'm your little pervert faggot! I
love cleaning your anus with my tongue, Daddy!" Andy actually felt as
though he might cry; he was so overcome with emotion.

Then Andy dove his tongue deep into his Daddy's smelly shit hole
again. Andy tingled with pleasure as he felt his Daddy's sphincter close
tightly around his tongue and give it a squeeze. Andy stuck his tongue in
deeper and deeper, as far as it would go. Then Andy began to describe the
sensations to his Daddy again. He got a sick thrill out of putting his
feelings into words -- saying such filthy things - and he knew his Daddy
got just as much of a thrill out of hearing them.

"Feel that, Daddy? Feel my tongue wiggling around in your shit hole? That's
my love. That's the feeling of me loving you! Me loving your sweet, tasty,
kissable anus! Oh, God, Daddy, I love tasting your shit on my tongue! Mmmm,
so good to suck the shit flavor out of your hole! Am I a good boy to be
sucking your anus this way? Am I a good rimmer? I want to be the best
rimmer in the whole wide world for my wonderful Daddy!"

"Sounds like you are enjoying yourself, you dirty little faggot. But no,
you're not a good rimmer yet. But if you beg me hard enough, you will have
many opportunities to practice eating my shitty anus. Especially after I
take a shit. You are being trained to be my toilet paper."

"Oh Daddy! I am so happy to be kissing your anus! I desperately want to be
your toilet paper! Daddy, I'm not good enough to kiss you on the lips! Let
me just kiss your anus instead! I only deserve to be down here where I
belong - with my lips on your anus!"

Overcome with passion, Andy spread his Daddy's butt cheeks and began
intensely French kissing his Daddy's anus. He kissed the shit hole hungrily
and greedily. His Daddy pushed the hole out. Andy wrapped his lips tightly
around the puckered hole and sucked it as hard as he could.

Andy's Daddy then spat on the floor, right next to Andy's head. He knew
that his Daddy would make him clean it up later, but he didn't mind.

Once Andy's Daddy felt that the boy had a good idea of how to satisfy him
with his tongue, he asked the boy to fetch the morning paper from the
doorstep. This meant that Andy had to get up from under the footrest and go
out of the house completely naked to retrieve the newspaper from the
doorstep. He did it very quickly, hoping he wouldn't be seen by any of the
neighbors. So far he had been lucky. He handed his Daddy the newspaper and
returned to his rightful place sucking his Daddy's anus.

Andy's Daddy read the entire newspaper while his slave boy greedily licked
and sucked his ass. Andy noticed that while reading the paper, his Daddy
kept spitting on the floor. He could see there was a lot of sticky mucus
that was accumulating in a big glob near his head. His Daddy continued to
hock loogies on the floor while Andy was rimming him. Andy knew what was in
store for him -- his Daddy was going to make him wipe up the slimy mass
of mucus from the floor.

Eventually his Daddy finished the newspaper and stood up. Andy also got out
from under the footrest and stood up. He pointed to the giant gob of spit
on the floor. "Clean that up, faggot."

"Where do you keep the paper towels, Daddy?"

"Oh, never mind the paper towels. Just lick it up."

Andy gulped. Licking the man's slimy mucus off of the floor was going a bit
too far. Rimming was one thing, but this was, well, really really nasty!
Could he actually do something that repulsive?

Andy's heart was starting to pound. Maybe it still wasn't too late to call
this whole thing off. Maybe he could reason with this guy and explain that
he realized that the slave thing just wasn't for him after all. Andy stood
frozen. He didn't know what to do.

"What are you waiting for? Lick it up!"

Slowly the boy sunk down to his knees in front of the puddle of slime.

To Be Continued