Slumbering Toad
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Following orders from an online master
🕑 Added 2025-04-27 12:05:29 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+.
His name was Tom. He was hung, handsome, and oh so dominant. He was in his mid-thirties when we started talking. I, on the other hand, was only 19. I was a horny twink who would do anything to get off. But once I started talking to Tom, my focus shifted: I’d do anything to get him off.
It all began on a spring afternoon. I had just returned from baseball practice and I was hot, sweaty, and hornier than ever. The plan was to lock myself in my room and rub one out, but this wasn’t going to be a quick one. I wanted to goon out for a few hours at least.
I sat there on my bed, one hand in my pants and the other on my phone. My sweaty dick was already swelling up while I searched for a good video to watch. But the longer I scrolled, the more I realized that nothing called out to me. At that moment, I didn’t want to watch some random porn video. I wanted more.
That’s when I had the idea.
Letting my horny brain take the wheel, I created a new profile on Reddit. After a minute of searching, I found exactly what I was looking for: a page dedicated to chatting, hookups, and all kinds of sexual interactions. Without hesitation, I drafted my first post.
“19M. Gay twink. Horny as hell and ready to take orders.” Submit. And now we wait.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long to get the first bite. Within minutes, I received a notification for a new chat.
“Hey,” the message read. I saw that he was typing again, then a second message appeared. “35M.”
My heart began to beat a little faster. 35? I was only 19. That was a big difference. Feeling nervous, I began to type something back. But before I could finish, a third message popped up.
“Add me on snap,” he wrote, followed by his username.
“Okay,” I replied. My dick was already hard. I was honestly pretty excited; I’d never done something like this before, but it felt like it was going to be good. I quickly switched over to snap and added him, then sent a picture of my crotch. My hand was still in my pants, but the picture was otherwise pretty tame.
“Take those pants off, boy,” he responded.
Whoah. He was a lot more direct than I thought he’d be. I was taken aback, but I did as he said. I dropped my phone on the bed and stood up, took off my pants, then plopped back down. I was still a little shy, so I decided to cover my dick with one hand for the next pic. Besides, guys like a bit of a tease, don’t they?
“Don’t hide, boy,” he wrote back. “Show me everything. Face too.”
Face? Showing my dick was one thing, but I couldn’t show my face. “I’m not sure I can do that,” I sent.
“You said you were ‘ready to take orders,’ did you not?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir. From now on, you will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master,’ understood? Now do as I say before I move on and find someone who will.”
Holy fuck. He was stern. Sending a picture with my face in it though… that was a lot. I’d be losing my anonymity. And what if he saved it? There would be a nude picture of me out there forever. That was the moment I should have blocked him and never looked back. But the way he spoke, so demanding… it was also really hot. Like really, really hot.
“Yes, Master,” I typed out. “I’ll do as you say. But can you promise not to take a screenshot?”
“Of course,” he replied. “We’ll work up to that in time, but for now I won’t. Promise.”
“Okay,” I said. I removed my shirt, now sitting fully naked on my bed. My hands were a bit shaky, so I took a deep breath. I held my phone out, arm stretched at full length, and took a nude selfie. I took a second to look at the photo, feeling crazy for what I was about to do. My dick was rock-hard in it, and my face was completely in frame. It was honestly a pretty hot picture, just not the kind you typically send to a stranger you met online. Before I could second guess myself, I hit send.
“Mmmm. Good job, boy. Cute face, sexy body, and obedient too... You’ll make a fine slave.”
My cheeks suddenly felt hot. Did I want to be his slave? That sounded extreme. But I was enjoying the praise. And I liked how he called me ‘boy.’ “Thank you, Sir,” I said. I was so incredibly horny. In just a few minutes of interacting with him, I already felt way more excitement than I would have gotten from just watching some guys fuck on my phone. “Can I ask your name?”
“You’re welcome, slut. It’s Tom,” he replied.
Fuuuuck. First ‘boy,’ and now ‘slut.’ I was quickly becoming addicted. “Thank you, Master Tom. May I please see your dick too?”
He sent back a picture of his bulge, contained nicely in a tight pair of boxer briefs. “This is all you get for now. A slave doesn’t just get rewards, he needs to work for them. And if you really impress me, I might just let you see my cock. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now let’s discuss getting rid of that uncomely bush of yours…”
