For months after being thrown out into the night, Adi was consumed by a desperate need to win back the old man's favor. The memory of that night haunted him—the taste of the old man’s cum, the feel of his feet under Adi’s tongue, the pain, the shame, and most of all, the twisted satisfaction of being utterly dominated. Every day, he sent messages to the old man, begging for another chance, pleading to be allowed back, no matter the cost.
At first, the old man found Adi's incessant messages amusing. The young Indian’s desperation was clear in every word, and the old man reveled in the power he held over him, knowing that Adi would do anything to be in his presence again. But as the weeks went on, the amusement began to turn into irritation. Adi’s constant pleading became a nuisance, and the old man knew he needed to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
One night, after months of relentless begging, the old man finally responded. His message was short and to the point, and it sent a shiver of both excitement and fear through Adi’s body.
“If you want to visit, it will be a night you’ll never forget. But understand this: you’re not going to enjoy it. If you annoy me again, you’ll regret it.”
Adi’s heart raced as he read the message. Despite the warning, despite the fear that gripped him, he couldn’t resist the pull of the old man’s dominance. He needed to see him, needed to feel that control again, no matter what it cost him. Without hesitation, he agreed.
When the night arrived, Adi followed the old man’s instructions to the letter. He stripped naked in front of the door, putting on the collar that had become a symbol of his submission, and knocked. The door opened slowly, revealing the old man standing there, his eyes cold and calculating as he looked down at Adi, who was already on his knees, naked and collared. The sight of Adi’s small, trembling form seemed to only heighten the old man’s sense of power. He let a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth before stepping aside to allow Adi to crawl into the house.
“Follow me,” the old man commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Adi’s spine.
Adi obeyed, crawling on all fours as he followed the old man down the familiar stairs to the basement. His heart pounded in his chest, fear and anticipation swirling inside him. He knew that tonight would be unlike anything he had experienced before, and that knowledge both terrified and excited him.
The basement was just as dim and imposing as before, but this time the atmosphere felt even more oppressive. The old man led Adi to the center of the room, where a single, sturdy table stood waiting. Without a word, the old man pointed to it.
“Get up there. On your knees, facing the wall,” he ordered.
Adi scrambled onto the table, his movements hurried and clumsy in his desperation to obey. He positioned himself on his knees, facing the wall, his back exposed and vulnerable. His breath came in shallow gasps as he waited, every nerve in his body on edge.
The old man took his time, selecting a long, supple leather whip from the wall. He tested it in his hands, letting the leather slide through his fingers before turning his attention back to Adi, who was now trembling with anticipation and fear.
“You’ve been begging for this for months,” the old man said, his voice calm and menacing. “Let’s see if you can handle what you’ve asked for.”
With that, the first lash came down hard across Adi’s back. The pain was immediate and searing, and Adi let out a choked cry, his body jerking forward from the force of the blow. But he didn’t move from his position; he knew better than to disobey.
The old man didn’t relent. Lash after lash rained down on Adi’s back and ass, each one more brutal than the last. The sound of leather striking flesh echoed through the basement, mingling with Adi’s desperate cries and pleas. The pain was overwhelming, burning through him with each strike, but Adi didn’t beg for it to stop. He knew that this was what he had asked for, what he deserved.
As the lashes continued, Adi’s strength began to wane. His cries grew weaker, his body slumping forward on the table. His vision blurred, and all he could focus on was the intense, unrelenting pain. But still, the old man didn’t stop. He lashed Adi until his voice gave out, until he was nothing more than a trembling, whimpering mess on the table.
Finally, just when Adi thought he couldn’t take any more, the old man delivered one final, brutal lash that sent him over the edge. With a final, broken whimper, Adi collapsed completely, his body limp and unresponsive. The world around him faded to black as he passed out, his last conscious thought being the feel of the old man’s feet beneath his cheek as he lay on the table.
When Adi awoke, he was no longer on the table. He found himself leashed to the footrest of the old man’s couch, his body still aching from the punishment he had endured. The collar around his neck felt heavier now, a constant reminder of his submission and the pain he had taken.
The old man was sitting on the couch, looking down at Adi with a pleased expression. He nudged Adi’s cheek with his foot, and Adi turned his head to kiss it, his movements slow and exhausted.
“You took that well,” the old man said, his tone almost mockingly gentle. “You’ve finally proven yourself, haven’t you, Indian dog?”
Adi, his body still weak and trembling, nodded gratefully, his lips pressed against the old man’s foot. Despite the pain, despite everything, he felt a twisted sense of pride. He had endured the punishment, taken all the pain, and in doing so, he had pleased his master. That thought alone made everything worth it.
“Now,” the old man continued, “show me how much you appreciate it.”
He leaned back on the couch, spreading his legs and revealing his hard cock. Adi, still leashed to the footrest, didn’t hesitate. He crawled forward on his hands and knees, his body protesting with every movement, and began to worship the old man’s feet once more, kissing and licking them with renewed fervor. He could taste the salt of his own sweat and tears on the old man’s skin, but that only drove him to try harder.
As he worshipped the old man’s feet, Adi’s small cock hardened once again, throbbing with desperate need. But he knew better than to touch himself; his only focus was on pleasing the old man. Slowly, reverently, he moved from the old man’s feet to his BWC, taking it into his mouth and sucking with everything he had left in him. The taste, the feel of it in his mouth, was like a balm to his tortured body and mind.
The old man groaned in satisfaction, his hand gripping the back of Adi’s head as he guided him, controlling the pace. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “You’re finally learning, aren’t you? Just a pathetic little dog, desperate to please.”
Adi moaned around the old man’s cock, his hips moving instinctively as he began to hump the old man’s leg, seeking some relief from the overwhelming need coursing through him. The old man noticed, and his smirk returned.
“Go ahead,” he said, his tone filled with a cruel kind of kindness. “Hump like the dog you are. Show me how desperate you are.”
With that permission, Adi’s movements became more frantic, more desperate. He humped the old man’s leg with all the energy he had left, his small cock twitching with need. And then, as he swallowed the first of the old man’s cum, he came, a pathetic, sticky load spilling onto the old man’s leg.
The old man laughed, a deep, mocking sound that filled the room. “Look at you,” he sneered. “Cumming like a little dog, all over your master. Pathetic.”
But despite the mockery, Adi didn’t feel ashamed. He felt fulfilled, finally sated after months of longing and desperation. He continued to worship the old man’s cock, licking up every last drop, until the old man was finally spent.
When it was over, Adi collapsed on the floor at the old man’s feet, his body trembling from exhaustion. But even then, he wasn’t willing to let go. He kept the old man’s cock in his mouth, holding it gently as he lay there, too drained to move.
The old man looked down at Adi, a strange expression on his face. For the first time, he felt something akin to pity for the young man at his feet. Adi’s devotion was undeniable, and in some twisted way, the old man found himself respecting that.
“You’ve earned a little kindness tonight,” the old man said, his voice still firm but with an edge of something softer. “You can stay here, leashed to the footrest, as long as you want. You’ve proven your loyalty.”
Adi’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude as he looked up at the old man, his heart swelling with emotion. “Thank you, sir,” he whispered, his voice cracking with exhaustion and relief.
The old man nodded and reached down to ruffle Adi’s hair, a rare gesture of affection. “You’re a good dog,” he said. “Now, get back to licking. Let’s see just how grateful you can be.”
Without hesitation, Adi resumed his place at the old man’s feet, licking them with renewed energy despite his exhaustion. The old man watched him for a while, a satisfied smirk on his face, before he stood up and tugged on the leash.
“Come on,” he said, his voice commanding. “Let’s play.”
Adi followed eagerly, crawling after the old man as he led him to the other side of the basement. They played a twisted version of fetch, with Adi retrieving items the old man threw for him, always returning to the old man’s feet, licking them as a sign of submission. The old man laughed and mocked Adi the entire time, but Adi didn’t care. He was happy, fulfilled in his role as the old man’s obedient pet.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the old man grew tired. He tugged on the leash again, leading Adi up the stairs and into the bedroom. The room was dark, with only the faintest sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The old man climbed into bed, still holding onto the leash, and tugged Adi close.
“You can sleep here tonight,” the old man said, his voice softer now. “On the floor, like the dog you are. But stay close.”
Adi felt a wave of gratitude wash over him as he curled up at the foot of the bed, his body pressed against the old man’s legs. He was exhausted, every part of him aching from the night’s events, but he felt more content than he had in months.
As the old man fell asleep, his hand still loosely holding the leash, Adi lay there, his eyes half-closed, his heart filled with a strange sense of peace. He had finally found his place, and
he was exactly where he belonged—at the feet of the old man who owned him completely.
The room was quiet, save for the old man’s steady breathing and the faint rustling of the sheets. Adi’s body ached with exhaustion, his muscles sore from the night’s brutal punishment and the desperate, frantic movements of worship and servitude that followed. But despite the pain, a sense of profound contentment settled over him. Every bruise, every lash mark, every moment of humiliation had been worth it to be here, leashed to the foot of the bed, resting in the presence of his master.
As the night wore on, Adi’s mind drifted between sleep and consciousness, his thoughts filled with the events of the night. He replayed every moment in his mind—the way the old man had controlled him, the power in his voice, the feel of the whip against his skin. It was as if every lash had burned away a layer of doubt and hesitation, leaving only pure, unquestioning devotion in its place.
At some point during the night, Adi stirred, feeling the old man shift in bed. His hand tugged lightly on the leash, a subtle reminder of the connection between them, the control the old man held over him even in sleep. Adi smiled faintly to himself, the sensation of the collar around his neck bringing a sense of security and belonging that he had never known before.
In the early hours of the morning, just before dawn, the old man woke. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he stretched and sat up in bed, the leash still in his hand. He looked down at Adi, who was still curled up at the foot of the bed, and for a moment, his expression softened.
“Wake up,” the old man said, his voice rough with sleep.
Adi’s eyes fluttered open, and he quickly straightened up, his body still aching but his mind sharp and alert. He looked up at the old man, waiting for his next command.
“Come here,” the old man ordered, tugging on the leash.
Adi crawled up onto the bed, his body trembling slightly as he approached the old man. He knelt beside him, his head bowed in submission, his heart pounding in his chest.
The old man reached out and placed a hand on Adi’s head, gently ruffling his hair. “You did well last night,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of approval. “You took everything I gave you and didn’t break. That’s good.”
Adi’s heart swelled with pride at the old man’s words. “Thank you, sir,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.
The old man’s hand slid down to Adi’s cheek, tilting his head up so that their eyes met. “But don’t think this means you’re off the hook,” he continued, his tone shifting to one of warning. “You’ll still need to earn your place here, and that means complete obedience. No more begging. You wait until I decide to call you. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Adi replied quickly, his eyes wide with sincerity. “I understand. I’ll do whatever you say.”
The old man nodded, satisfied with Adi’s response. “Good. Now, let’s see how grateful you really are.”
He leaned back against the headboard, spreading his legs slightly and motioning for Adi to come closer. Adi crawled between the old man’s legs, his eyes locked on the man’s BWC as it began to harden. He could feel his own body responding, his small cock twitching with need, but he kept his focus entirely on the task at hand.
With reverence, Adi took the old man’s cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head before he began to suck, his movements slow and deliberate. He wanted to show the old man just how devoted he was, how much he appreciated being allowed to serve. Every lick, every gentle caress of his tongue was an expression of his gratitude.
The old man groaned softly, his hand resting on the back of Adi’s head, guiding him as he sucked. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Good boy.”
Adi’s heart soared at the praise, and he doubled his efforts, taking the old man deeper into his mouth, his tongue tracing every vein, every ridge. He was completely lost in the act, his own arousal forgotten as he focused solely on pleasing his master.
As he continued, the old man’s breathing grew heavier, his grip on Adi’s hair tightening slightly. Adi could feel the old man’s cock pulsing in his mouth, and he knew his master was close. He worked harder, his head bobbing up and down, his tongue swirling expertly as he brought the old man closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, with a deep groan, the old man came, filling Adi’s mouth with thick, hot cum. Adi swallowed eagerly, not letting a single drop go to waste. The taste of the old man’s cum, the feel of it sliding down his throat, sent a shiver of satisfaction through his body.
When it was over, Adi gently licked the old man clean, his tongue moving slowly, reverently, as he savored the moment. The old man sighed in contentment, his hand still resting on the back of Adi’s head.
“Good boy,” he said again, his voice softer now. “You’ve earned your place for now. But remember what I said—complete obedience. No more begging.”
“Yes, sir,” Adi whispered, his voice filled with determination. “I’ll be obedient. Thank you, sir.”
The old man nodded and released the leash, allowing Adi to curl up beside him on the bed. Adi rested his head on the old man’s chest, his body completely relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. The old man’s arm draped over him, holding him close, and for the first time, Adi felt a sense of peace, of belonging.
As the morning light began to filter through the curtains, Adi drifted off to sleep, his heart full. He had found his place, his purpose, and he was determined to do whatever it took to keep it. The old man was his master, and Adi would serve him with everything he had.
And so, as the old man lay back and closed his eyes, Adi knew that this was just the beginning. There would be more trials, more tests of his devotion, but he was ready. He was ready to be the obedient dog his master wanted, ready to serve, ready to be whatever the old man needed him to be.
As sleep finally claimed him, Adi’s last thought was of the future—of the countless nights he would spend at his master’s feet, the endless opportunities to prove his loyalty, to earn his place by the old man’s side. And with that thought, a small, contented smile crossed his lips. He was home.
