After a week of restless anticipation, Adi could no longer suppress the yearning that had been building inside him since that unforgettable night. His thoughts were consumed by the old man—by the feeling of his feet, the taste of his skin, the sense of belonging and purpose that had filled Adi when he was on his knees, serving him. The more he tried to focus on his daily life, the more intense the longing became, until it was all he could think about.
Finally, Adi gave in to the desire that had been gnawing at him. He opened Grindr and sent a message to the old man.
"Sir, I can't stop thinking about that night. I need to see you again. Please, can I come over tonight?"
The message was simple, but every word carried the weight of Adi's desperation. He hit send and then stared at his phone, waiting anxiously for a response. His heart raced with anticipation, but as the minutes ticked by with no reply, that excitement began to turn into something else—something darker, more anxious.
The old man saw the message almost immediately but didn't respond. He knew exactly what Adi was feeling, and he was in no rush to give in to the young man's request. In fact, he had been expecting this. He knew that Adi, with his small manhood and his desperate need to please, would eventually come crawling back, begging for another chance to serve him. And that knowledge gave the old man a sense of satisfaction.
Adi waited for hours, checking his phone obsessively, but there was no response. The silence was deafening, and as the day turned into night, that familiar feeling of desperation began to settle in. He sent another message the next day, and then another. Still, no reply. Adi’s mind raced with thoughts of what he might have done wrong, why the old man wasn’t answering. He was consumed by the need to see the old man again, to feel that connection, that control.
As the days passed and still no response came, Adi began to spiral. The absence of the old man’s presence in his life made him feel empty, incomplete. He became more and more desperate, sending message after message, each one more pleading than the last. But the old man remained silent, knowing that Adi’s desperation would only grow.
Two weeks had passed since their last encounter when Adi finally broke down completely. He sent a long, rambling message, laying his soul bare.
"Please, sir, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything to see you again. I can’t stop thinking about you, about how perfect it felt to be yours, even for just that night. I’ll be obedient, I’ll follow every command. I just need to be with you, to serve you. Please, give me another chance."
Adi waited, his heart pounding, tears of frustration and longing threatening to spill over. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But he knew he had no choice; he needed this, more than anything else.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his phone buzzed. The old man had replied.
"If you want another chance, you'll have to prove your worth, Indian dog. You will be fully obedient, to any extent. I won’t tolerate anything less than complete submission. If you think you can handle that, I might consider letting you back. But understand this: you’ll be treated like the dog you are, and you’ll be punished for any disobedience."
Adi’s heart skipped a beat as he read the message. It was everything he had hoped for, and more. The thought of being completely under the old man’s control, of being treated like a dog, made his small cock throb with need. He typed his reply with trembling fingers.
"I’ll do anything, sir. I promise I’ll be fully obedient. Please, give me a chance to prove it."
The old man responded quickly this time.
"Fine. But you should know what you're agreeing to. You'll act like a dog at all times. You’ll worship my feet and my cock with verbal reverence, showing how thankful and grateful you are for the privilege. You are not allowed to touch your dick, but you can hump when I allow it. Other than 'Thank you, sir,' the only thing you're allowed to do is bark when I speak to you. Do you understand?"
Adi's breath caught in his throat as he read the terms. This was exactly what he wanted—total submission, total control. Without hesitation, he replied, "Yes, sir. I understand. Thank you, sir."
The old man gave him the instructions for their next meeting. Adi was to arrive at the old man’s house in the middle of the night. He was to strip completely naked in front of the door, leaving his clothes in a neat pile, and put on the collar that would be waiting for him. Only then was he to knock on the door. Adi was not allowed to cum for the next two weeks leading up to the meeting. He was to arrive in a state of total arousal, desperate and obedient.
The days passed slowly as Adi counted down to the night he would see the old man again. He followed every instruction to the letter, not allowing himself any release, even as his need grew unbearable. By the time the night arrived, Adi was a bundle of nerves and desire, barely able to think of anything other than the old man and the collar he would soon be wearing.
When the appointed night finally came, Adi arrived at the old man’s house as instructed. The street was dark and quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. He felt a shiver of anticipation as he approached the front door. As soon as he reached it, he began to strip off his clothes, his hands shaking with excitement. His tiny cock was already hard, twitching with every breath he took.
Once he was completely naked, Adi saw the collar waiting for him, just as the old man had promised. He picked it up with reverence, fastening it around his neck. The leather was cool against his skin, a reminder of the control the old man held over him. With the collar securely in place, Adi took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
The door opened almost immediately, and there stood the old man, looking down at Adi with a smirk. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, his muscular chest bare, and his feet propped up on the footrest behind him. He took in the sight of Adi, naked and collared, his small cock hard and trembling, and let out a low chuckle.
“Good boy,” the old man said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I see you followed my instructions.”
Adi nodded quickly, his heart pounding in his chest. “Thank you, sir,” he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.
The old man stepped back, allowing Adi to crawl into the house on all fours, just as a dog would. He closed the door behind him and led Adi down a set of stairs into the basement, where he had set up a space specifically for this occasion. The room was dimly lit, with concrete walls and a single, sturdy table in the center. There were restraints attached to the table, as well as a variety of implements hanging on the walls—leather whips, paddles, and other tools designed for punishment.
The old man could see the apprehension in Adi’s eyes as he looked around the room. He knew this was the moment where Adi would have to prove his commitment, where he would have to show that he was truly willing to do anything to serve.
“Strip,” the old man commanded, his voice firm. “Then come here.”
Adi hesitated for only a second before obeying, quickly removing the last piece of clothing he had on—his underwear—and letting it fall to the floor. Now completely naked, he crawled over to the old man, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear.
The old man pointed to the table. “Bend over,” he ordered. “It’s time for your punishment.”
Adi’s heart raced as he obeyed, crawling up onto the table and bending over, presenting his ass to the old man. He could feel the cold air on his skin, the leather of the collar pressing against his neck, reminding him of his place. He was the old man’s dog, here to be punished and to serve, and he accepted that without question.
The old man took a leather whip from the wall, testing its weight in his hand. He knew that Adi had been preparing for this, that he had been denied release for two weeks and was now in a state of desperate need. The punishment was necessary, a test of Adi’s obedience and willingness to submit completely.
Without warning, the old man brought the whip down on Adi’s ass, the sound echoing through the basement as the leather connected with flesh. Adi let out a sharp cry, the pain searing through him, but he didn’t move. He stayed in place, accepting the punishment, knowing it was what he deserved.
The old man continued, delivering lash after lash, each one harder than the last. Adi’s cries grew louder, more desperate, but he never begged for it to stop. He knew better. This was what he had asked for, what he needed to prove his loyalty.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the old man stopped. Adi’s ass was red and welted, the pain throbbing through his body, but he remained in position, waiting for his next command.
The old man put the whip down and walked over to where Adi was bent over the table. He placed a hand on the younger man’s back, running it down to his bruised ass, feeling the heat radiating from the welts.
“Good boy,” the old man murmured, his voice laced with a twisted kind of affection. His hand lingered on Adi’s sore, welted skin, almost as if to savor the evidence of his dominance and Adi’s submission. The pain was still throbbing in Adi’s body, but mixed with that pain was a deep sense of satisfaction—he had endured the punishment, and he had done it for his master.
“Now, turn around and get on your knees,” the old man commanded, his tone brooking no argument.
Adi obeyed immediately, struggling to turn himself around on the table before sliding off and dropping to his knees in front of the old man. His body trembled with a mixture of fear and excitement. He was completely at the old man’s mercy, and that realization only intensified his arousal. His tiny cock was painfully hard, but he knew better than to touch it. He had to wait for the old man’s command, just as he had promised.
The old man smirked down at Adi, clearly enjoying the sight of the young Indian man kneeling before him, naked and collared, his eyes wide with desperate need. “Remember what I told you,” the old man said, his voice low and commanding. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself. You’re here to serve me, and only me. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Adi whispered, his voice trembling. “Thank you, sir.”
The old man reached down and tugged off his shorts, revealing his thick, hard cock. Adi’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of it, his mouth already watering in anticipation. The old man’s BWC was everything he had fantasized about and more, and the sight of it so close, so ready, made Adi’s entire body tremble with desire.
The old man saw the hunger in Adi’s eyes and chuckled softly. “Go ahead,” he said, stepping forward and pressing the tip of his cock against Adi’s lips. “Show me how grateful you are to be here, Indian dog.”
Without hesitation, Adi opened his mouth and took the old man’s cock into it, his tongue swirling around the head as he began to suck. The taste of the old man’s skin, the feel of his hardness filling his mouth, sent a shiver down Adi’s spine. He closed his eyes, focusing entirely on the task at hand, on pleasing his master as best he could. Every lick, every suck, was an expression of his gratitude, his devotion.
The old man groaned softly, his hand tangling in Adi’s hair as he guided the younger man’s movements. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction. “You’re a good little dog, aren’t you? So eager to please your master.”
Adi’s heart swelled with pride at the words, and he redoubled his efforts, his head bobbing up and down as he worked the old man’s cock with every ounce of skill he had. He wanted to show the old man just how much he appreciated the opportunity to serve, how thankful he was to be allowed to worship this man who held so much power over him.
As he continued to suck, Adi could feel his own arousal growing to unbearable levels. His tiny cock was aching, but he knew he wasn’t allowed to touch it. Instead, he began to hump the old man’s leg, his hips moving instinctively as he sought some form of release, some way to ease the burning need inside him.
The old man noticed, and his smirk widened. “Pathetic,” he sneered, watching as Adi’s small cock rubbed against his leg. “Is this all you’re good for? Humping like a dog? You’re not even allowed to cum, remember? You’re here to serve me, nothing else.”
Adi whimpered around the old man’s cock, his hips still moving despite the harsh words. He couldn’t help himself; the need was too great, the desire too intense. But he knew better than to try and cum without permission. He was here to serve, to obey, and he would do anything to make his master happy.
The old man tightened his grip on Adi’s hair, pulling him closer as he thrust his hips forward, forcing more of his cock into Adi’s mouth. “That’s it,” he growled, his voice filled with dominance. “Take it all, you little Indian dog. Worship your master like you were meant to.”
Adi moaned softly, his throat relaxing as he took the old man’s cock deeper, his tongue still working feverishly to please him. He could feel the old man’s cock pulsing in his mouth, the taste of precum already filling his senses. He knew the old man was close, and the thought made his own arousal spike even higher.
Finally, with a low, guttural groan, the old man thrust deep into Adi’s throat and came, spilling a thick, hot load down his throat. “Eat that white load, you fucking Indian dog,” the old man snarled, holding Adi in place as he emptied himself into his mouth.
Adi swallowed eagerly, his body shaking with the intensity of the moment. The taste of the old man’s cum, the feeling of it sliding down his throat, was everything he had ever dreamed of. His own cock was twitching uncontrollably, and despite knowing he wasn’t allowed to cum, he couldn’t hold back any longer. As he swallowed the last of the old man’s load, Adi came, his small cock spurting a pathetic, sticky load against the old man’s leg.
The old man felt the warmth on his leg and sneered down at Adi. “Did I give you permission to cum, you worthless dog?” he asked, his voice cold and mocking.
Adi shook his head quickly, his eyes wide with fear and shame. “I’m sorry, sir,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Thank you, sir. I’m sorry.”
The old man’s expression hardened. “Get off me,” he ordered, pushing Adi away with his foot. Adi scrambled back, still on all fours, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked up at the old man with wide, fearful eyes.
But the old man wasn’t finished with him yet. He reached down and grabbed Adi by the collar, dragging him toward the door. “You think you can just cum without permission and get away with it?” he snarled, his voice filled with anger. “You’re nothing but a pathetic little foot faggot, aren’t you?”
Adi whimpered, tears filling his eyes as he nodded, too afraid to speak. He had disappointed his master, and the thought was almost unbearable.
The old man opened the door and shoved Adi outside into the cold night air, his expression one of disgust. “Get out,” he spat. “And don’t you dare come crawling back here until you learn some real obedience.”
Adi tried to crawl back toward the old man, desperate to make things right, desperate to continue serving, but the old man kicked him away. “I said get out!” he shouted, his voice echoing in the darkness.
Adi scrambled to his feet, tears streaming down his face as he grabbed his clothes from the ground. He looked back at the old man, hoping for some sign of forgiveness, some indication that he might be allowed back inside, but the old man’s expression was cold and unforgiving.
With a heavy heart, Adi turned and walked away, clutching his clothes to his chest. The night was dark and cold, and the weight of his failure pressed down on him like a stone. He had been given a chance to prove his worth, and he had failed. Now, all he could do was hope that one day, the old man might give him another chance. But deep down, he knew that he would have to work much harder to earn back the old man’s favor. And until then, he would remain alone, lost in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity to serve once more.
