Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2024 22:02:06 -0500 From: Parker Henderson Subject: Master Drew & Sammy the Slave- Chapter 1 All characters and events in this story are fictional. This story was written for entertainment purposes only. All feedback is greatly appreciated! Telegram: @ParkerHenderson91 Gmail: parkerhen76@gmail.com Thanks for reading! :) If you're enjoying this story, or any of the other wonderful stories on the site, donate to Nifty @ https://donate.nifty.org/. Master Drew and Sammy the Slave Chapter One: His Dirty Socks Gym class was both my favorite class and least favorite class simultaneously. I know that doesn't make sense, but let me explain. My name is Sammy and I'm in sixth grade at Parker Middle School. This school year has been a disaster, I wish I could go back to elementary school, life was simpler then. It wasn't just the change of schools that was hard, it was the fact that my best friend, Johnny, moved away right before the school year started. Johnny's dad got a job in Orlando, so he moved from our small Florida panhandle town all the way to the big city. I was crushed. We did everything together, we were together so often people often assumed we were brothers. We did, kind of, look the same, too. Johnny and I were both the same height, about 4'9. We ran around playing so often that we were both super skinny, and very tan. I had platinum blonde hair, Johnny had dirty blonde, but we both had the same bowl cut. Both of our faces were covered in little freckles. Our smiles showed our cute little dimples. We even shared clothes with each other, which really made people think we were twins. Johnny was also the only one who knew my secret. The night before he moved away, he slept over at my house. I told him that I like girls AND boys, even though I really think I only like boys. I wanted to test the waters, as they say. "Cool." Johnny said and then quickly changed the topic of conversation. I was hoping he'd say "me too" and we could start being boyfriends instead of only best friends. I guess he only likes girls, but at least he's cool with me liking boys. We still talk all the time, and play Fortnite together almost every night, but it's not the same as it was when he lived here. We got bullied a lot in fifth grade. The other boys called us gay, or "fags", but we didn't really care, because we had each other. Without him, the bullying continued, but I was all alone now. Which brings me to why gym class was both my favorite and least favorite class. A lot of boys in my grade bully me, but none worse than a group of three boys who call themselves "The Wolf Pack". Trey, Maddox, and the ring leader, Drew. All three happened to be in my gym class. Which was what made gym class my least favorite class. Drew was held back in second grade, so he's a year older than everyone else. Last year I didn't notice the age difference, but over the summer it became apparent. He towered over all the other boys, at 5'4. His tan body was now toned. His voice got deeper and more gravelly. He grew out his light brown hair, having plenty of fluffy hair on top of his head. He got his braces off, leaving him with perfect white teeth to go with his perfect smile. He looked like a teenager, and to my surprise, I developed a huge crush on him. It wasn't only his body that changed, he changed the way he carried himself too. He walked around the halls like he owned the place. He thought he was the shit, and so did I. He almost always wore a basketball jersey with no shirt underneath, and short athletic shorts which showed off his thin legs. Most days he wore a pair of red slides, showing off his feet. I became obsessed with checking out his feet. They were so much larger than mine. Lately, though, he has been wearing sneakers and socks a lot. While Trey and Maddox kept to the same fifth grade insults of "gay" or "fag", Drew started to change the way he picked on me. One day after Trey and Maddox were going in extra hard on me in the locker room before gym class, Drew stepped in. "Hey, go easy on him, it's not his fault he doesn't have a Daddy to show him how to be a real boy" Drew said in his slow, deep, gravelly voice causing Trey and Maddox to laugh. For some reason it made my little nail sized boydick hard. Last week we started the three week long swim portion of gym class. This is when gym class started to become my favorite class. Every other boy changed into their swimsuits as quickly as possible. Not Drew. Drew took his sweet time getting changed into his swimsuit, making sure everyone saw his cock. While most boys still had their hairless boydicks like me, Drew had a real cock. It was probably a good two inches soft. I wanted to see it hard. If you looked closely enough you could see some brown hairs at the base of his shaft. It wasn't just his cock that I stole glances at. His feet drove me wild. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to lick his soles. He would put a foot up on the bench and slowly take off his sock. I wanted to smell his dirty socks. When he left his locker unlocked today before heading to the pool, I saw my opportunity, and took it. I asked our teacher if I could use the restroom about 20 minutes into class. Without drying off, I quickly headed into the locker room and made a beeline to Drew's locker. I opened his locker and found his sweaty socks. I brought them to my nose, and inhaled Drew's scent for the first time. His smell went through my nose and into my little body, causing me to moan in pleasure. With my right holding his socks to my nose, I reached down into my swimsuit with my left hand, and started touching my hairless boydick. I don't know how long I had been standing there when I heard: "I knew I'd find you here" Drew's voice snapped me back to reality. I removed the socks from my nose, and found Drew staring at me, smiling an evil smile. "I didn't say stop, Sammy boy" I was frozen. My right hand holding Drew's dirty socks at my side. My left hand still inside my swimsuit, but motionless. I watched as Drew slowly crossed the locker room to where I was standing. When he reached me he firmly grabbed my right hand, and moved it, and his sweaty socks, back to my nose. "I've been wearing them all week for you, Sammy." Drew said with an evil laugh, "you think I don't notice you staring at my cock and my feet when I change?" I was back in a state of ecstasy as soon as the sweaty socks hit my nose again. I started stroking my boydick again. Drew reached down and pulled down my swimsuit all the way to my ankles. I stayed stroking my boydick, totally naked, in front of my bully. And I was loving every second of it. "Look how hard your little nail is. All because of my dirty socks. You really are a little freak. I'm going to have fun with you." Drew brought his hand back to my right hand and pulled it away from my nose. "Keep stroking your little dick, until you orgasm. Then put my socks back in the locker. Don't pull up your swimsuit til you're done." I nodded my head as his deep brown eyes pierced my light blue eyes. It was the closest I have ever been to him. His beautiful face, with the small sexy mole on his left cheek, was mere inches from mine. "Open your mouth, slut" I obeyed immediately. Drew spit a huge loogie right into my little mouth, landing on my tongue. I quickly swallowed it. My body shivered as my first taste of him traveled down my throat. I needed more. "Meet me behind the school, by the dumpsters, after school. Don't make me wait" Drew said as he turned away from me and started to walk back to the pool. I brought Drew's moist, smelly socks back to my nose and inhaled my Master's scent. It wasn't long before my body started to shake as my boydick spasmed. I never felt such a feeling in my whole young life. I took a minute to recover and pulled up my swimsuit. I put the socks back in Drew's locker and headed back to the pool. I could not wait until the end of the day. Right after gym was lunch, and then the final three classes of the day. The rest of the school day seemed to drag on forever. The final bell finally rang, and I started to fly towards my locker to grab my backpack. I was almost to my locker when I ran into Trey and Maddox. "Where you headed to so quickly, fag" Maddox said as he knocked my textbook and binder out of my hands, causing sheets of paper to fly from the binder, landing all over the hall. "Fucking dweeb" Trey said, laughing, as he and Maddox walked away. I picked up the papers as quickly as possible, but it still took me several minutes to recover. I got to my locker, put everything in my backpack, and headed towards the dumpsters behind the school to meet Drew. "I told you to not make me wait!" Drew said, as he angrily threw his backpack at me. "You usually walk home right?" Drew said, as his angry face turned into a smirk. I nodded my head. "Good. I'll punish you when we get home then. Now carry my bag like a good little slave." Drew said, as he reached out and pushed me gently, as if to say start walking. I started walking home, with Drew following at a distance, as to not be seen with me. It was only a five minute walk from the school to my house. "This place is a dump," Drew said, as we arrived at my house. Drew's father is the plant director at the big factory in the town, where most of the town works, including my mom. He's the richest kid in town, so even my modest house was a "dump" to him. I led Drew into my house and to my room. "Strip." Drew said, smiling, as soon as we entered the room. I quickly slid off my shorts and whitie tighties and ripped off my shirt. I stood in front of my bully fully naked for the second time in one day. My smooth boydick quickly became hard again. "I know we have a couple hours before your mom gets home. I want to lay out the rules" Drew said, looking at me hornily, biting his bottom lip, and then continued, "Ever since we got back to school this year I've noticed you taking pervy looks at me, sneaking looks at my body and my feet when you thought no one was watching. At first I was disgusted. Then it started to turn me on. Most of the girls in our grade look at me too, but not like you. You look at me like you worship me." I smiled at Drew as I stood in the middle of the room. It is true, I do worship him. Drew sat on my twin sized bed in the corner of my small room. "Plus, most of the girls at school are flat chested anyways," Drew continued, "Not much difference between you and them really. So I came up with an idea, an idea that will benefit both of us. You get to be my slave. Do whatever I say to do, whenever I say it. And IF you do that, and do it right, I'll let you worship me. My feet. My cock. Everything. What do you say, Sammy?" "Yes please" I responded as quickly as possible. "Yes please, WHAT" I froze, unsure what he was getting at. "Sir. ALWAYS call me sir." "Oh. Yes please, sir. Thank you, sir." "Good boy. Now come over here." I walked towards Drew on my bed, my boydick hard as a nail, and stood right in front of him. "Do you know how long I waited for you after school today?" "No, Sir" "I waited for 4 minutes. I don't wait for anyone. Understood?" "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." Drew grabbed my wrist firmly. "Good. Now get on my lap for your punishment." With one hand on my wrist he reached his other hand to my slim, bare hip. He guided me to lay across his lap, my hairless boydick pressed against his tented shorts, my naked butt pointed to the sky. "Five for every minute you made me wait." Drew pulled back his right hand back far, then with force he brought the palm of his hand down hard across my naked buttcheeks. I yelped out in pain. He did it again and again. With each one the pain slowly turned into pleasure. The yells turned into moans. "Thank you, Sir" I started to say after each one. By the time the twentieth spank happened, I was longing for more. "Okay get on your knees." I quickly rolled off of Drew and onto the ground. I got on my knees and looked up at my master, smiling. "Take off my shoes and socks." I quickly obeyed. I untied his shoes as quickly as possible, and then removed the same sweaty socks that I had held to my nose just hours prior, and tossed them to the ground. I stared at his perfect boy feet up close for the first time. His beautiful toes, with a sexy little gap between his big toe and index toe. "Go ahead. Have a little taste." Drew said as he lifted his right foot to my face. I quickly leaned in and pressed my lips against the sole of his foot. I gave it a few pecks as I took in his sweet, sweat, aroma. I reached down and started stroking my hard boydick as I licked the length on his sole. I got to his sexy little toes and was about to pop one in my mouth when Drew suddenly, gently, kicked me away. "That's all you get today. You have to complete your first slave task to get the full taste." "Yes, sir" I said, impatiently awaiting my assignment. Drew reached into his backpack and pulled out two goodnites pull ups. "These are my stupid little brothers," Drew said, laughing, "I think they'll fit you just fine though. I want you to wear one to school on friday. When we get dressed for swimming, I want you to strip down to just your pull up and wait for someone to notice." I started blushing at just the thought of the embarrassment. Surely he did not expect me to actually do this. "Then, when they notice," Drew continued, "You can take it off, BUT you must walk over to the garbage to throw it out, with your little, and let's face it, hard dick showing." Drew laughed. "What's the other one for, sir?" "For you to wear after swimming." Drew said, with an evil smile. My little boydick got somehow harder. The whole scenario seemed so embarrassing, I wasn't sure if I could do it, but my boydick sure wanted to. "If you complete the task you can sleepover at my house on friday," Drew said as he began to put back on his shoes. Now I knew I had to do it, no matter how embarrassing it was. The chance to sleepover at his house seemed too good to be true. He might let me worship his feet again. Maybe he'd even let me see him naked. The possibilities were endless. "Thank you, sir" Drew grabbed his backpack, got off my bed, and headed to the door. "See you tomorrow, bitch" Drew said as he left my room. I stayed on my knees, naked. I realized Drew had left his socks, as a little present for his slave. I grabbed one moist sock and put in my mouth, the other I covered my nose with. I touched my boydick thinking about Friday and the potential of our sleepover, not even worried about having to wear a pull up. The pros outweighed the cons. I'd do anything for Master Drew.