We're On Fire

I curled up by the side of the road crying. My Master had thrown me out for miscarrying our child. Despite the abuse, I knew it was my fault. I should have tried harder to keep it. I started crying harder, rubbing my stomach. Cars went by but I just lay there, keeping my head down, praying no one would see me. I could be arrested and sentenced to death if I was found in public without a Master. Someone touched my shoulder and I screamed. I looked up into caring eyes. Had my Master come to find me? Despite the abuse, I loved him, like a good Toy was meant to. It wasn't him.
"Are you alright?"
I looked down and stayed quiet.
"You can talk to me."
He gently shook my shoulder.
"Hey."
I cried. "I-I'm fine."
"No you're not."
He sat me up and picked me up. He frowned. "When was the last time you ate?"
I thought back. "Last week."
He sighed. "Come on. I'll look after you."
I bit my lip and leant my head on his shoulder.
"I'm Pat."
I nodded.
"What's your name, sweetie?"
I shook my head. "I was never named. My mother died before she could."
"What did you Master use to call you?"
"Dennis."
"May I call you Dennis?"
He sat me in the back of a car. "I don't like it."
"Then may I call you something?"
"I've always liked my middle name, Andrew, or Andy."
"May I call you Andy?"
I nodded and he slid in next to me, shutting the door. "OK, Father, we can go."
The car started and I grabbed the handle next to me.
"Andy, are you alright?"
I shook my head. "I've never been in a car before."
He gently took my hand. "It's OK. It's not dangerous at all."
I nodded and shook. He put his arm around me and gently pulled me closer. I leant my head on him, shaking terribly. He pushed me off slightly before taking his leather jacket off and draping it around my shoulders. I 'd never felt leather before. I gently stroked the material with my thumb and forefinger and Pat held me close again. No one had ever looked after me like this before. He gently kissed my temple and I started to feel calm. How did he know that calmed Toys? He hummed in my ear and I closed my eyes. I felt so safe. I felt sleep drifting over me.

Pat gently shook me and I opened my eyes. We were outside a large house. He was getting out and he had his hand held out for me. I took it and he helped me out the car. He picked me up and carried me inside, taking me upstairs. He lay me on his bed and I whimpered. He looked puzzled then sighed.
"I'm not going to do anything, sweetie."
I nodded and closed my eyes. "Everyone says that."
He gently sat me up. "I promise."
I started crying. I was terrified. He held me close and I cried into his shoulder, completely soaking the material. He just rubbed my back and kissed my temple, trying to calm me. I was beyond calming. He just held me whilst I sobbed.

I eventually stopped crying and started hiccupping. Pat giggled and kissed my cheek.
"Come on." He picked me up again and took me through to his en suite. I felt nervous suddenly. This was a favorite pass time of my old Master. He started the shower and turned to me carefully stripping me. I whimpered. He didn't say anything and I felt the tears pricking up. I thought he cared but he evidentially didn't. He lifted me up when I was naked and lay me in the bath. I started sobbing.
"P-Please don't rape me."
He looked at me shocked. "I'm not going to ."
I stared at him and he sat me up before gently washing my hair. I sat there, in shock. No Master was this caring. I felt my heart ache and blushed. No. This could never happen to me. I couldn't be falling for a Master. Could I? Pat gently pushed my forward and rinsed my hair. I made the mistake of keeping my eyes open. He chuckled and gently rinsed them for me.
"Eyes closed when I rinse it again."
I looked at him, my eyes stinging. Was my hair that bad he had to wash it twice? He picked up a different bottle and I read it quickly. Conditioner. The first bottle was shampoo. He rubbed the conditioner in my hair and he played with it.
"Is your natural hair color black?"
I nodded. "I was blond but my old Master did something to it and it went black."
He laughed. "Then it's dyed. It's not your natural. Your roots are showing." He smiled. I blushed. I felt so stupid. He smiled.
"It's OK. I'll re-dye it later. Eyes closed."
I closed my eyes and I felt the water hitting my head. He was rinsing the conditioner out. He tapped my shoulder and twirled some of my hair around his finger. It was down to my shoulders.
"You should grow it out."
"My Master likes it at this length." I swallowed. I was still coming to terms with this. "Liked it."
He smiled. "Well he's not your Master."
I nodded. "I guess."
"Try growing it out."
"OK."
He started washing me and I blushed. He washed my chest and then he started going lower. I pushed his hand away, completely embarrassed.
"Andy, please?"
I looked away, tears forming. He tried again and I just sat there. I hated this. He started pumping my length a few times and I gasped. I bit my inner cheeks trying not to moan. His hand disappeared and then he started washing my legs. I felt the blood rushing down and tears pricked up as my penis went erect. Pat coughed and turned away. I felt like an idiot. I was a Toy what was happening to me? The water stopped and Pat gently pulled me up. He wrapped a towel around me. It didn't feel like the towels I was used to. This was soft and it didn't hurt my skin when Pat gently dried me. I leant my wet head on his shoulder and Pat gently held me. He sat me on his lap. I started crying again and Pat gently rocked us. I sobbed into his shoulder and he kissed my cheek. My crying went quiet. He rubbed my back.
"Feeling better?"
"A-A little."
He nodded and sat me on his bed. He went into one of his drawers and came back with some Batman underwear and pajamas. I giggled. I loved Batman. He smiled and dressed me in them. The fabric was so soft and warm. My old clothes were ragged and rough. He gently picked me up and opened the door. I could smell food but I didn't know what it was. Pat sat me down in what I guessed was the living room.
"I'll be right back."
I nodded and he went through to another room before coming back with two plates of a food I hadn't seen before. He saw the look on my face and laughed.
"It's spaghetti bolognaise. My Mother makes the best ever."
He passed me a plate and sat next to me. I gently took a bite. It tasted amazing. Pat smiled and shoved a forkful in his mouth. He laughed.
"It's too good."
I smiled and started eating more.

I had soon finished my plate and Pat took them both through. He came back and picked me up. I leant against him. I could hear his pulse and I felt so calm. Pat knew he had gained my trust. He lay me in his bed and turned the light out before sliding in next to me.
"Goodnight, Andy."
I kissed his cheek and smiled at his giggling.
"Goodnight, Pat." I wrapped my tail around his waist and he giggled.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep.