Colton was the epitome of an alpha male, a dominant presence on his college’s lacrosse team. With his chiseled features, broad shoulders, and piercing blue eyes, he commanded respect and admiration wherever he went. His home was no different, especially with Adi, an immigrant worker from India, who had become a living testament to Colton’s dominance.
Adi had come to Canada seeking better opportunities. Working for Colton’s father, he did various chores around their large estate, from cleaning to gardening. However, it was Colton who saw in Adi a different potential: a living, breathing symbol of his own power. Colton began to exert his dominance over Adi in more personal ways, transforming him into a submissive foot dog.
One sweltering summer afternoon, Colton and his friend Ethan were lounging in the living room, their feet propped up on the coffee table. The room was filled with the scent of foot sweat, a testament to their recent lacrosse practice. Adi was there too, on all fours, his eyes fixed on the floor, ready to serve.
“Adi, come here,” Colton ordered, a smirk playing on his lips.
Adi crawled over, his eyes never daring to meet Colton’s. He was naked as a dog, wearing only a collar around his neck, attached to a short leash that Colton held firmly. Ethan watched with amusement as Adi approached.
“Look at him, Ethan,” Colton said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Completely obedient. Adi, lick my feet.”
Adi didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, his tongue tentatively touching the sole of Colton’s foot. The taste of sweat and salt filled his mouth as he licked, his eyes closed in concentration. Colton’s satisfied grunt encouraged him to continue, and soon he was lapping at Colton’s feet with more fervor, his tongue tracing every curve and contour.
Ethan laughed, shaking his head. “Man, you’ve got him trained well. How does it feel, Adi, being a foot dog?”
Adi couldn’t respond with words, but he barked softly, a sound that seemed to amuse Ethan even more.
Colton looked at Ethan, his grin widening. “You think that’s something? Watch this. Adi, kiss Ethan’s feet.”
Adi turned to Ethan, his heart pounding. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Ethan’s feet, planting soft kisses along the arches and toes. Each kiss felt like an act of devotion, a silent acknowledgment of his status as a foot dog. Ethan’s eyes sparkled with delight as he watched Adi’s submission.
“This is priceless,” Ethan said, his voice tinged with mockery. “You’ve got your own personal doormat.”
Colton chuckled. “He’s more than that. Adi, crawl around the room.”
Adi obeyed, crawling on all fours around the room, his leash trailing behind him. He felt the weight of their eyes on him, each movement reinforcing his role as their foot dog. He completed the circuit and returned to Colton’s feet, waiting for his next command.
“Good boy,” Colton said, patting Adi’s head. “Now, be a foot stool for us.”
Adi positioned himself in front of the couch, his back straight. Colton and Ethan rested their feet on his back, using him as a human foot stool. The weight of their feet was a constant reminder of his place beneath them.
After a while, Colton decided to push the boundaries even further. “Adi, strip,” he commanded.
Adi, already naked as a dog, looked confused but complied by removing his collar and leash. He knelt there, completely exposed, waiting for Colton’s next instruction.
“Look at him, Ethan. He’s got nothing left. No pride, no dignity. Just a foot dog doing his chores.”
Ethan leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s see how far we can push him. Adi, bark for us.”
Adi barked, the sound echoing in the room. Colton and Ethan laughed, their amusement evident.
“You know, Colton,” Ethan said, his tone suddenly more serious, “it’s almost like a privilege to have him like this. He’s completely at our mercy.”
Colton nodded. “Exactly. He knows his place.” He looked down at Adi. “And just so you don’t forget, Adi, kiss our feet again.”
Adi obediently kissed their feet, the act a humbling reminder of his status. As he did, he felt a strange mix of emotions—humiliation, submission, and a twisted sense of belonging.
Suddenly, Colton’s foot struck out, delivering a sharp nut kick to Adi’s groin. Adi yelped in pain, collapsing to the floor, his hands clutching his groin. Colton laughed, a harsh sound that filled the room.
“That’s for being such a good foot dog,” Colton said, his voice cold. “Get up and finish your chores.”
Adi struggled to his feet, pain radiating through his body. He resumed his chores, moving with careful, deliberate motions. He knew that no matter how much he did, it would never be enough to change his status in their eyes.
Colton and Ethan watched him, their eyes filled with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. To them, Adi was more than just an immigrant worker; he was a living testament to their dominance, a constant reminder of their own power and privilege.
As Adi worked, he couldn’t help but think about how far he had fallen from his dreams. He had come to Canada seeking a better life, but instead, he had found himself reduced to a foot dog, a door mat for Colton and Ethan. Yet, despite the humiliation, he continued to serve, driven by a twisted sense of loyalty and the faint hope that one day, things might change.
But for now, Adi’s world was defined by the taste of foot sweat, the sting of kicks, and the weight of the leash around his neck. And as long as Colton and Ethan held that leash, Adi knew he would always be at their feet, ready to obey their every command.
