The alphas casually walk into the bathroom, taking their time as if they have no care in the world. Adi stands nearby, nervously watching them, eager for their approval.
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**Alpha 1 (Main Alpha):** *Glancing around with a smirk* "Well, well, let’s see what our little helper has managed here."
**Alpha 2:** *Running a finger along the edge of the sink* "Hmm... not bad. He actually got into the corners this time."
**Alpha 3:** *Peering into the toilet bowl* "Hey, this is spotless. I can see my reflection in the water. Good job, Adi."
**Adi:** *Beaming with pride* "Thank you, sir. I worked extra hard to make sure everything is perfect."
**Alpha 1:** *Tilting his head, pretending to inspect a tiny spot* "Hmm... what’s this? Is that a streak I see near the mirror? Didn’t think you’d miss something like that."
**Adi:** *Panicking slightly, rushing over* "Oh no! I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll fix it right away!"
**Alpha 1:** *Chuckling, leaning back against the doorframe* "Relax, Adi. I’m just messing with you. You’ve done well—for now."
**Alpha 2:** *Crossing his arms, grinning* "But don’t get too comfortable. We’ve got standards to maintain, you know."
**Adi:** *Nodding earnestly* "Of course, sir. I’ll make sure everything is even better next time."
**Alpha 3:** *Playfully nudging Alpha 1* "See? You’ve got him wrapped around your finger. He’s practically begging for the next task."
**Alpha 1:** *Looking at Adi with a smug smile* "Alright, Adi. Let’s see if you can keep this level of effort up. Go take care of the living room next. And don’t forget to fluff the pillows."
**Adi:** *Eagerly* "Yes, sir! Right away, sir!"
**Alpha 2:** *As Adi scurries off* "Man, this is too easy. He’s practically doing the work before we even ask."
**Alpha 3:** *Laughing* "We’re never lifting a finger again at this rate."
**Alpha 1:** *Grinning* "Exactly as it should be."
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They leave the bathroom, satisfied, confident, and fully enjoying their dynamic with Adi.
The conversation among the alphas after Adi leaves might go something like this:
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**Alpha 1 (Main Alpha):** "Man, did you see how fast he jumped to it? He's practically tripping over himself to impress us."
**Alpha 2:** "Yeah, it’s almost too easy. He’s got no idea what’s really going on out there, does he? Keeps him in his little bubble, though—works for us."
**Alpha 3:** "True. But you gotta admit, the kid’s got skills. I’ve never seen a bathroom shine like when he’s done with it."
**Alpha 1:** *chuckling* "Yeah, and he thinks he’s proving his ‘worth.’ More like proving how useful he can be for us. But hey, let him think he’s earning points."
**Alpha 2:** "He’s like one of those overexcited puppies. All eager to please. And we didn’t even have to train him much—came pre-packaged like this."
**Alpha 3:** "Well, that’s what happens when someone’s just begging to be told what to do. Honestly, I’m not complaining. He’s taking care of the stuff I hate dealing with."
**Alpha 1:** "Exactly. Why stress when you’ve got someone who *wants* to make life easier for us? Just gotta keep him feeling appreciated enough so he doesn’t get too curious about what’s outside."
**Alpha 2:** "Not that he would. He’s too busy focusing on whether he’s making us happy. But yeah, a little ‘good job’ or a pat on the head every now and then keeps the system running smoothly."
**Alpha 1:** "Alright, let’s see how well he scrubs that toilet. Bet you ten bucks he’ll come back asking if it’s good enough or if he should do it again."
**Alpha 3:** *laughing* "You’re on. No way he doesn’t. He lives for approval."
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The alphas seem to enjoy the dynamic they've established, fully aware of Adi’s eagerness to serve and how it benefits them.
It’s clear the dynamic has become second nature, with Adi seamlessly fitting into his role while the alphas enjoy their day. The scene is one of complete normalcy, a well-oiled system of unspoken understanding.
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The living room hums with the sounds of the TV playing a sports channel and the occasional buzz of phone notifications. The alphas are sprawled comfortably on the couch and armchairs, their feet propped up on the coffee table or resting casually on the furniture. Adi moves quietly around the room, focused but unobtrusive, making sure not to disturb them.
**Alpha 1:** *Scrolling through his phone, glancing at the TV* "Hey, Adi, don’t forget the corner behind the lamp. I noticed some dust there yesterday."
**Adi:** *Quickly turning toward the lamp, cloth in hand* "Yes, sir. I’ll take care of it right away."
**Alpha 2:** *Leaning back, stretching his arms* "Man, this is the life. Feels good to just sit back and relax while everything gets done."
**Alpha 3:** *Chuckling, flipping through channels* "Told you, didn’t I? He’s a natural. Doesn’t even need to be told twice anymore."
Adi, kneeling to dust under the coffee table, gently adjusts Alpha 1’s feet, which are propped up on it. He does so carefully, almost reverently, ensuring not to disturb him.
**Adi:** *Softly* "Pardon me, sir. Just cleaning under here."
**Alpha 1:** *Not even looking up from his phone* "Mhm. Carry on."
Adi moves to another section of the room, picking up stray crumbs and fluffing the pillows that Alpha 3 has casually tossed aside. He wipes the remote before setting it back down exactly where it was, all while the alphas barely acknowledge his presence, more focused on their own leisure.
**Alpha 2:** *Grinning as he watches Adi adjust a throw blanket* "Look at that attention to detail. We really hit the jackpot."
**Alpha 1:** *Smirking, stretching out further* "Yeah, and the best part? He’s doing it all because he *wants* to."
**Alpha 3:** *Laughing* "No complaints here. He knows his place, and honestly, he’s good at it."
Adi, now at the far end of the room, begins organizing a shelf of books and trinkets. He glances back to make sure everything is in perfect order and speaks up gently.
**Adi:** "Is there anything else you’d like me to focus on after this, sir?"
**Alpha 1:** *Yawning, waving him off lazily* "Just make sure everything’s spotless, Adi. You’re doing fine."
Adi smiles to himself, pleased with the feedback, and continues working diligently as the alphas relax, their world seamlessly maintained without lifting a finger.
Adi had been up early, cleaning every corner of the house, scrubbing the bathrooms, and ensuring everything was spotless before the alphas even started their day. By the time he finished, it was still morning, and he quietly made his way toward his room, hoping to rest or busy himself with something else.
Rajesh, sitting comfortably on the couch with his feet propped up, noticed Adi walking by. With a sly grin, he called out.
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**Rajesh:** "Adi, where are you sneaking off to? Done already?"
**Adi:** *Stopping and turning around respectfully* "Yes, sir. Everything is clean. I made sure to check twice."
**Rajesh:** *Smirking, wiggling his toes lazily* "Didn’t you say yesterday you used to give massages too? Or was that just talk?"
**Adi:** *Eyes lighting up for a brief second before regaining composure* "Yes, sir. I used to give them... if needed."
**Rajesh:** *Leaning back further, gesturing to his feet* "Well, I’ve been meaning to test those skills. Why don’t you start here?"
Adi hesitated for the briefest moment, not wanting to reveal how eager he truly was. He took a step forward, maintaining a calm expression.
**Adi:** "Of course, sir. I’ll do my best."
Rajesh smirked knowingly, noticing the subtle excitement in Adi’s eyes. As Adi knelt down and positioned himself near the couch, Rajesh stretched his legs out, placing his feet directly in Adi’s lap.
**Rajesh:** *Glancing down at him with amusement* "Good. Make sure you’re thorough. I’ve had a long week."
Adi began working his hands carefully over Rajesh’s feet, kneading them with surprising skill. He avoided eye contact, focusing entirely on the task, but his quiet enthusiasm showed in the care he took with every motion.
Vikram, sitting nearby with a cup of tea, raised an eyebrow and smirked as he watched the scene unfold.
**Vikram:** "Well, well, Rajesh. You’re really making good use of him. Adi, you seem to know what you’re doing."
**Adi:** *Glancing up briefly, his tone modest* "Thank you, sir. I just want to make sure it’s done right."
**Rajesh:** *Grinning* "That’s the attitude I like. Keep going. And don’t forget to work on the toes."
Adi dutifully obeyed, focusing on each detail as Vikram leaned back and chuckled.
**Vikram:** "You know, if he’s this good, we might have to take turns. Aman should try next."
At that moment, Aman walked into the living room, towel over his shoulder, fresh from a shower. He stopped and looked at the scene, then smirked.
**Aman:** "What’s this? You didn’t tell me the service extended to massages, Rajesh."
**Rajesh:** *Laughing* "Well, now you know. Adi’s got some hidden talents. Might as well make the most of them."
**Aman:** *Sitting down nearby and crossing his arms* "Hmph. Let me know when you’re done. I want to see if he’s as good as you say."
Adi didn’t say a word, his head down as he continued working, but inside, he felt a mix of pride and anticipation. It seemed his place in the house was becoming even more defined—and the alphas were only just beginning to test his limits.
Adi felt a jolt of surprise when he noticed Aman’s towel slipping lower than expected, exposing more than he anticipated. He quickly averted his eyes, his heart racing as he worked harder on Rajesh’s feet, trying to focus on the task at hand.
Adi's thoughts raced: *It’s probably nothing to them. They’re comfortable with each other, and this kind of thing is normal in their space. If I react, I might draw attention to it and make things awkward. Best to stay quiet and act like I didn’t see anything.*
Luckily, Aman didn’t seem to notice or care, casually adjusting his towel as he sat down properly. The other alphas, completely unaware of what had happened, continued with their usual banter.
Rajesh tilted his head down, looking at Adi with a half-smile as if sensing something, though not knowing exactly what.
**Rajesh:** "You’re slowing down, Adi. Keep your focus."
**Adi:** *Quickly nodding, his tone steady* "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
Adi returned to his rhythm, thankful that nothing had come of the moment. In his mind, he reasoned: *They’re probably used to walking around like that, not even thinking twice about it. It’s their house, their rules. I just have to stay in my place and not let things get awkward.*
He breathed a quiet sigh of relief, thinking how lucky it was that nobody had caught him glancing. The moment passed without any incident, and the alphas remained none the wiser. For Adi, it was a reminder of how easily situations could arise in this dynamic—but also how important it was to stay composed.
Adi’s morning had been productive—cleaning every corner of the house, scrubbing the bathrooms, and ensuring that everything was spotless. The alphas had given him the additional task of tidying up Rajesh’s attic room, a space he rarely ventured into. While the three men lounged in the living room, cracking open bottles of alcohol and relaxing, Adi dutifully carried out his responsibilities upstairs, unaware of the storm brewing below.
The alphas—Rajesh, Vikram, and Aman—were getting increasingly drunk, their inhibitions fading with every sip. Their conversation began to turn toward Adi and the dynamic they had built with him over the past two days.
**Rajesh:** *Leaning back, grinning slyly* “You know, this whole pretending thing is getting old. He’s already acting like he’s ours, but it’s time we really put him in his place.”
**Vikram:** *Laughing, lifting his drink* “You’re right. He’s desperate to serve us. He’d probably thank us for making it official.”
**Aman:** *Chuckling, nudging Vikram* “So what’s the plan? How do we make it clear to him who he really is?”
Rajesh, the self-appointed leader, smirked as he hatched a plan. The alcohol fueled their confidence, and they decided it was time to strip away the thin veneer of civility and fully assert their dominance. They would create a pretext—a trivial excuse—to confront Adi, finally cementing his role as their obedient servant.
Upstairs, Adi meticulously dusted the shelves and wiped down the furniture in the attic room. He could hear the occasional bursts of laughter and the sound of music drifting up from the living room. He worked diligently, trying to ignore the unease that was building in his chest. He sensed something had shifted in the atmosphere, but he pushed the thought aside, focusing on his task.
Downstairs, the alphas were getting rowdier. Stripped down to their underwear, they danced and laughed, reveling in their freedom. They knew Adi could hear them, and their teasing comments grew louder, deliberately aimed to unsettle him.
**Rajesh:** *Shouting up the stairs* “Adi! Are you done yet? Or are you just slacking off up there?”
Adi froze for a moment before calling back, his voice steady but tinged with nervousness. “Almost done, sir! Just a few more minutes.”
The alphas exchanged knowing looks. It was time. Rajesh stood up, gesturing for Vikram and Aman to follow his lead. He pointed at a random spot on the floor, pretending to notice something.
**Rajesh:** *Feigning outrage* “What’s this? Dirt? That faggot didn’t do his job properly!”
Without waiting for a response, the three men stormed up the stairs, their heavy footsteps echoing ominously. Adi’s heart raced as he heard them approach. He set down the cleaning supplies and turned toward the doorway just as they entered, their expressions a mix of mock anger and drunken confidence.
**Rajesh:** *Glaring at him* “You call this cleaning? This place is a mess!”
**Adi:** *Stammering, his hands trembling* “I—I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to miss anything. I’ll fix it right now—”
**Vikram:** *Cutting him off, smirking* “Too late for that. You think we’re just going to let you get away with half-assing your work?”
Before Adi could respond, Vikram and Aman grabbed him by the arms, holding him in place as Rajesh stepped forward. Adi’s breath quickened, and his mind raced. He didn’t resist, knowing deep down that this might be the moment he had been waiting for, though fear coursed through him.
**Rajesh:** *Grinning darkly* “You need to learn your place, Adi. And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”
With that, Rajesh delivered the first kick, his foot slamming into Adi’s groin with brutal force. Adi gasped, his knees buckling, but Vikram and Aman held him steady. The pain was blinding, but Rajesh showed no mercy, delivering kick after kick, each one reinforcing the message they wanted to send.
**Rajesh:** *Laughing between kicks* “You’re nothing but a dog to us. You hear me? A dog! And dogs don’t get to slack off.”
Adi’s vision blurred, tears streaming down his face as he absorbed the pain. The alphas cheered with each blow, their laughter echoing in the room. By the time Rajesh delivered the final kick, Adi could barely stand. Vikram and Aman let him collapse to the floor, where he lay trembling and defeated.
**Rajesh:** *Casually walking to the bed, sitting down and propping his feet up* “There. Now you know exactly where you belong.”
Adi, despite the searing pain coursing through his body, crawled toward Rajesh. His mind was a haze of humiliation and submission, but he knew what was expected of him. Reaching Rajesh’s feet, he began to lick them, each movement a silent thank you to the man who had put him in his place.
Vikram and Aman watched with satisfaction, their own feet stretched out as they lounged nearby. The three alphas, still in their underwear from the drunken celebration, reveled in their triumph. Adi, now naked and fully subservient, had been stripped of any remaining pretense of equality.
From that moment on, the dynamic was crystal clear. Adi was no longer just a helper or servant—he was their dog, and he accepted his role with gratitude, each lick a testament to his devotion to the men who owned him.
Weeks went by, and Adi had fully embraced his role as a servant in the alphas' household. He was now permitted to wear nothing more than a worn-out, ripped pair of underwear, barely covering the front, a constant reminder of his place. The alphas reveled in their authority, taking it as their sole right to "tame" Adi whenever he stepped out of line—or, more often, whenever he experienced arousal.
For Adi, the first few days of this arrangement were a living hell. Being naked in their presence was a deeply humiliating experience, and the constant exposure made it impossible for him to hide his reactions. He was getting hard nonstop, and the alphas found great entertainment in punishing him for it. Kicking what they deemed "useless" was their favorite way to assert dominance over their servant. They took pride in their roles, laughing and joking as they delivered each punishing blow, making it clear who held the power.
Adi quickly learned that his body, especially the front, was always under their watchful eyes. Even when he managed to grow more resistant to their teasing, a simple propped-up foot or a deliberate toe wiggle as he passed by was enough to betray him. His body’s instinctive reactions gave the alphas full control, and they took every opportunity to exploit it for their amusement.
A few weeks into this dynamic, Adi thought he had grown accustomed to their games. However, his instincts occasionally got the better of him. One day, while cleaning the living room, Vikram caught Adi sniffing a pair of dirty socks that had been left on the floor. The alphas had always teased him for his submissive nature, but this was a new level of "entertainment" for them.
Vikram leaned back in his seat, smirking as he watched Adi freeze in embarrassment.
**Vikram:** "Well, well... what do we have here? Our little dog can’t help himself, huh?"
Adi’s face burned with shame as he stammered, "I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t thinking—"
**Vikram:** *Standing up, calling to the others* "Rajesh! Aman! You’ve got to see this. The dog’s true colors are showing."
The other two alphas joined quickly, their laughter echoing in the room as Vikram explained what had happened. Adi tried to backtrack, apologizing profusely, but Rajesh silenced him with a stern look.
**Rajesh:** *Grinning darkly* "You know what this means, don’t you, Adi? A dog who can’t control himself needs to be reminded of his place."
The three men surrounded Adi, their imposing presence making his heart race. Adi knew what was coming—20 kicks, the usual punishment for what they called his "weakness." He braced himself as Vikram delivered the first blow, the sharp pain shooting through his body. The alphas cheered and laughed, taking turns as they "disciplined" their servant, ensuring he understood the consequences of his actions.
By the time they finished, Adi lay on the floor, trembling and in pain. Rajesh casually sat down, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
**Rajesh:** *Gesturing toward his feet* "Well? What are you waiting for? A proper dog knows how to apologize."
Despite the pain, Adi crawled toward him, lowering his head as he pressed his lips to Rajesh’s feet, each lick a silent acknowledgment of his place in their world. The other two alphas watched with satisfaction, smirking as their servant demonstrated his gratitude for their "guidance."
For Adi, this was no longer just punishment—it was his way of showing loyalty and submission to the men who had claimed ownership of his body and his role in their household.
There were nights when the alphas, after a long day of exerting their dominance over Adi, found themselves feeling a tinge of pity for their servant. It wasn’t often, and only when they were drunk. On these rare occasions, they’d settle into the living room, the TV blaring with a sports game or movie, beers in hand. Their laughter softened, their mood lightened, and they decided it was time to throw Adi a “treat.”
Rajesh would lean back on the couch, gesturing lazily with his beer toward the coffee table.
**Rajesh:** *Smirking at the others* “Alright, boys. Let’s give the dog a break tonight. He’s earned his moment.”
Vikram and Aman exchanged knowing looks, chuckling as they propped their feet up on the coffee table, deliberately nudging their legs together.
**Vikram:** *Grinning* “There you go, Adi. Go ahead. Show us how grateful you are.”
Adi, who had been kneeling quietly at the side of the room, immediately perked up at the unexpected gesture. His heart raced as he crawled forward, his eyes fixed on the cluster of feet laid out before him. For him, this was more than a reprieve—it was a rare moment of indulgence, a chance to serve his masters in the way he longed for most.
As he began to lick, his tongue tracing every curve and crevice, the alphas paid him little attention. Their focus remained on the TV, engrossed in the game, but their occasional words of acknowledgment reminded him of his place.
**Aman:** *Taking a sip of his beer, casually tossing a chip at Adi* “Good boy. Don’t miss a spot.”
Adi eagerly caught the chip, his heart swelling at the rare praise. He returned to his work with renewed vigor, licking and worshiping their feet as they laughed and talked above him, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
For Adi, these moments were a divine gift. He felt like he was serving gods, their casual dismissiveness only amplifying their power in his eyes. Each lick was an act of devotion, each glance or word of acknowledgment a blessing.
**Rajesh:** *Chuckling, glancing down briefly* “Look at him. Hard as a rock, and he still knows better than to touch himself. That’s what I call discipline.”
**Vikram:** *Reaching down to nudge Adi’s erection with his foot* “Bet he’d explode if we let him. Too bad that’s not happening.”
The alphas laughed, amused by Adi’s restraint. For them, this was a perfect balance—a way to indulge their servant while keeping him firmly in his place. They continued watching the TV, occasionally tossing him a snack or patting his head with their feet, their attention more focused on the screen than on him.
For Adi, however, these moments of "kindness" were everything. He worshiped their feet with the fervor of a devoted believer, grateful for the rare chance to express his submission fully. He knew these treats were few and far between, but they fueled his loyalty, keeping him eager to serve and obey.
In his mind, the alphas were gods, and he was their dog—a servant who lived for the rare moments when they tossed him a bone. For Adi, even their smallest gestures felt like divine blessings, reinforcing his unwavering devotion to the men who owned him completely.
