Adi, a 24-year-old Indian immigrant in Canada, had always carried a secret desire deep within him—a yearning to completely surrender to an older, dominant man. This desire, which he kept hidden from everyone, found its outlet in the digital world, particularly through Grindr, where he could explore the fantasies he had long kept buried. It was on this app that he first encountered a profile that immediately caught his attention: a 65-year-old Canadian man, whose sparse description hinted at a life of experience, authority, and physical strength. The man’s few photos—showing a fit, muscular build and a stern expression—left Adi breathless with anticipation.
Their initial exchanges on Grindr were brief and to the point, with each man feeling the other out, testing the waters without revealing too much too soon. Adi, nervous yet excited, had a clear goal in mind: he wanted this man to understand his deepest desires without having to spell them out. He wanted to be a pet, a loyal servant who would do anything to please his master. The older man seemed to pick up on this unspoken desire, his replies hinting at an understanding beyond the words exchanged. Eventually, the invitation came—a simple message: “Come to my place tomorrow evening.”
As the day of the visit arrived, Adi felt a mix of excitement and nervousness that made his hands tremble. He had spent hours thinking about what to wear, finally deciding on something simple yet presentable: a pair of jeans and a plain shirt that accentuated his slim build. But the reality of what might happen once he arrived made his heart race. He wasn’t just visiting a man; he was stepping into a role he had only dared to imagine in his most private moments.
The evening was cool as Adi made his way to the address the older man had provided. The neighborhood was quiet, the kind of suburban calm that felt miles away from the bustling streets of the city where Adi lived. When he reached the house, he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of it—a modest, well-kept home with a warm glow emanating from the windows. It was the kind of house that spoke of stability and a life well-lived, a stark contrast to the uncertainty that often plagued Adi’s own existence as an immigrant.
Taking a deep breath, Adi approached the door and knocked softly, his heart pounding in his chest. The door opened almost immediately, as if the older man had been waiting for him. Standing in the doorway was the man himself, just as Adi had imagined—fit, muscular, and exuding an air of quiet authority. He was dressed casually in a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting shirt that did little to hide his powerful frame. His eyes, sharp and discerning, took in the sight of Adi with a mixture of curiosity and something that resembled approval.
“Come in,” the older man said, his voice deep and steady, offering no hint of what was to come.
Adi stepped inside, the warmth of the house immediately enveloping him. The living room was simple but comfortable, with a large couch facing a television that was already on, though the sound was low. But it wasn’t the TV that caught Adi’s attention—it was the collar and leash laid out on the footrest in front of the couch. The leash was already tied to the footrest’s leg, a clear and unmistakable sign of what might happen next. Adi’s breath caught in his throat at the sight, his heart pounding even faster.
The older man noticed where Adi’s gaze had landed but made no comment. Instead, he walked over to the couch and sat down, propping his feet up on the footrest, his posture relaxed as if this were the most natural thing in the world. He leaned back, his hands behind his head, and glanced at the TV, the very picture of ease and confidence.
“Take your time,” the older man said casually, not even looking at Adi as he spoke. “I’m in no rush.”
Adi stood there, his mind racing. He had known what he wanted when he agreed to come here, but now that the moment was upon him, he found himself hesitating. The collar and leash were right there, waiting for him, but the older man’s calm demeanor—his refusal to acknowledge the obvious—made Adi feel both excited and anxious. He wanted to fulfill the role he had dreamed of, to be the pet he longed to be, but he wasn’t sure how to take the first step.
Slowly, Adi began to strip off his clothes, starting with his shirt and then his jeans, until he was standing in just his Indian underwear. His slim brown body was now fully visible, his small cock hard but barely noticeable under the fabric. He felt exposed and vulnerable, a stark contrast to the powerful figure of the older man who seemed utterly unfazed by the situation. The older man didn’t react, his eyes still on the TV, but Adi could sense that he was being watched, evaluated.
Adi hesitated for a moment longer, then took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, his eyes flicking from the TV to the older man’s feet, then back to the collar on the footrest. The tension in the room was palpable, a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Adi could feel his arousal growing, his desire to submit almost overwhelming, but the older man remained focused on the television, only occasionally glancing at Adi with a knowing smirk.
Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity. Adi’s body was tense with anticipation, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He wanted to reach out, to take the collar and put it on, but something held him back—perhaps it was fear, perhaps it was the need for the older man to make the first move. Finally, the older man wiggled his toes slightly, a subtle but deliberate movement that sent a jolt of arousal through Adi’s body. The older man chuckled softly, his eyes still on the TV, but the gesture was unmistakable.
As minutes passed, the older man occasionally glanced at Adi, a subtle smile playing on his lips each time he wiggled his toes, a silent tease that sent waves of heat through Adi's body. This playful torment continued until the older man stood to fetch a drink, giving Adi a moment alone to gather his courage.
Fuelled by desire and the older man's tacit encouragement, Adi stripped off his underwear and, embracing his fantasy fully, clasped the collar around his neck. He positioned himself on all fours, his tongue out, waiting eagerly for the older man to return. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anxiety and anticipation making his body tremble slightly. He knew this was the moment he had been yearning for—the moment when he would truly submit and embrace the role he had long fantasized about.
When the older man re-entered the room, holding a drink in one hand, he paused mid-step, taking in the sight of Adi on all fours, wearing the collar and leash, his tongue out like a loyal dog awaiting its master’s command. A slow smirk spread across the older man’s face as he set down his drink and walked over to the couch, casually resuming his position, reclining back with his feet propped up on the footrest.
“There you go,” the older man said with a low, approving tone, as if he had been expecting this all along. “Good boy.”
The words sent Adi into a frenzy of arousal. He began barking softly, his body trembling with excitement as the older man took his seat again, relaxing back into the couch. The older man wiggled his toes again, giving Adi the permission he had been waiting for.
“Go for it,” the older man said casually.
Without hesitation, Adi lunged forward, his mouth immediately finding the older man’s feet. He kissed, licked, and sucked them with fervor, his small, hard cock twitching with every touch. The older man watched with amusement, occasionally glancing down at Adi, making sarcastic comments about his size and eagerness.
“Such a tiny thing,” the older man remarked, chuckling as he looked at Adi’s small cock. “But you’re eager, I’ll give you that.”
The mocking tone only heightened Adi’s arousal. He worshiped the older man’s feet with even more intensity, desperate to please his master in every way. The older man let him continue for a while, enjoying the attention, before finally giving another command.
“Take my shorts off,” the older man said, his voice firm.
Adi didn’t need to be told twice. He used his teeth to carefully tug at the waistband of the older man’s shorts, pulling them down to reveal a thick, hard big white cock that bounced slightly as it was freed. Adi’s eyes widened at the sight, his mouth watering as he gazed at the impressive size.
The older man leaned back even further, completely at ease, watching as Adi eagerly leaned in, his lips trembling as he prepared to take the man’s cock into his mouth. With a slight nod from his master, Adi swallowed the cock, taking it deep into his throat with practiced devotion.
For the next several minutes, Adi worshiped the older man’s cock with the same fervor he had shown to his feet. His head bobbed up and down, his tongue working every inch of the shaft as he humped the older man’s legs like a dog in heat. The older man simply relaxed, enjoying the pleasure, his hands resting behind his head as he let Adi do all the work.
Finally, the older man felt his climax approaching. He grabbed the leash, pulling Adi closer as he thrust into his mouth one final time. With a deep groan, he released a thick, white load down Adi’s throat. Adi swallowed it all eagerly, savoring the taste as his own small cock twitched, finally releasing his own cum onto the floor.
After a few moments, they both relaxed, the older man still leaning back on the couch, his cock now resting in Adi’s mouth, deep-throated. Adi remained in place, licking up any remaining drops, his body trembling with the satisfaction of having pleased his master.
The older man smirked down at him, giving Adi’s head a light pat before propping his feet back up on the footrest. “Good boy,” he repeated, his voice filled with approval. “You’ve earned your place.”
Adi smiled around the older man’s cock, his heart swelling with a deep sense of fulfillment and belonging. He had always known that this was what he wanted, but experiencing it—feeling the older man’s satisfaction, hearing his approval—was far more powerful than anything he had imagined. The collar around his neck was more than just a symbol; it was a tangible mark of his submission, a reminder that he had given himself fully to this man.
The older man stretched his legs out further, nudging Adi gently with his foot. “You can relax now,” he said, his voice still calm but carrying an undercurrent of command. “You’ve done well.”
Adi reluctantly let the older man’s cock slip from his mouth, feeling a sense of loss as he did, but he obediently shifted to a kneeling position beside the footrest, his head bowed. The older man watched him for a moment, his expression unreadable, before reaching down and gently lifting Adi’s chin with one hand.
“You’re a good boy, Adi,” the older man said, his tone softening slightly. “You’ve pleased me tonight.”
Adi’s chest filled with warmth at the praise. “Thank you, sir,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad I could serve you.”
The older man nodded, clearly pleased with Adi’s response. “There will be more nights like this,” he said, his voice firm. “This is just the beginning.”
Adi nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with anticipation. He wanted nothing more than to continue serving this man, to explore the depths of his submission and fulfill his master’s every desire. The thought of it made his heart race, and he couldn’t wait to see what the future held.
The older man released Adi’s chin and leaned back into the couch, his hands once again resting behind his head. He glanced at the TV, which was still playing quietly in the background, and then back at Adi. “You can stay here for a while, if you want,” he offered casually. “No rush to leave.”
Adi felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. “Thank you, sir,” he said again, his voice filled with sincerity.
The older man simply nodded, his attention shifting back to the television. Adi remained on his knees beside the footrest, his body still humming with the afterglow of their encounter. He watched the older man, his eyes tracing the lines of his muscular frame, and felt a deep sense of contentment. This was where he belonged—at the feet of his master, ready to serve whenever needed.
For a long while, they stayed like that, the only sound in the room coming from the TV. The older man was completely at ease, enjoying the simple pleasure of having his pet by his side. Adi, too, was content, feeling no need to move or speak. He was happy just to be there, in the presence of the man who had taken control of his desires and made them a reality.
Eventually, the older man yawned and stretched, signaling that the evening was coming to an end. He glanced down at Adi and gave him a small smile. “It’s getting late,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “You should get some rest.”
Adi nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment that the night was over but also a sense of satisfaction at how it had unfolded. He carefully removed the collar from his neck and placed it back on the footrest, where it had been waiting for him earlier. The sight of it there, now empty, filled him with a mix of emotions—gratitude, anticipation, and a deep longing for the next time he would wear it.
The older man stood up and walked Adi to the door, his demeanor as calm and confident as ever. “Take care, Adi,” he said, opening the door and gesturing for Adi to step outside. “I’ll be in touch.”
Adi smiled up at him, his heart swelling with affection and respect. “Thank you, sir,” he said one last time before stepping out into the cool night air.
As Adi walked home, the events of the evening replayed in his mind, each moment more vivid than the last. He felt a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing that he had found someone who understood his needs, someone who could guide him and bring out the best in him. He was eager for the next time they would meet, for the next opportunity to serve his master and explore the depths of his submission.
When Adi finally arrived home, he slipped into bed, his body still buzzing with the afterglow of the night’s events. He knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in his life, one where he could fully embrace who he was and what he wanted. And with that thought, he drifted off to sleep, a smile on his face, dreaming of the many nights to come.
