As days passed, the connection between Adi and the old man deepened. A routine was established, with Adi expected to arrive at the old man's place every night at 11 PM, straight after work. Adi often found himself sweaty and exhausted from the day’s labor, but there was no time to go home and freshen up. His priority was always to get to his master's house on time, knowing how important punctuality was in maintaining the old man’s approval.
Despite the long hours and the physical toll of his job, Adi felt a rush of anticipation every evening as the time drew closer. The moment he left work, his thoughts were consumed by what awaited him at the old man’s house. No matter how tired he was, the excitement of submitting to the old man’s control, of fulfilling his role as a devoted servant, gave him a surge of energy.
When he arrived at the old man's door, Adi knew the drill by heart. He would quickly strip down to his underwear, the sweat of the day still clinging to his skin, before pulling out the collar that the old man had given him. The collar was a symbol of his submission, something he carried with him everywhere, a constant reminder of who he belonged to. After fastening the collar around his neck, Adi would wait, his heart pounding with anticipation.
The old man would open the door, his expression unreadable as he looked Adi up and down, taking in his disheveled, sweaty appearance. Without a word, he would step aside, allowing Adi to enter. Once inside, Adi would strip off his underwear, sometimes adding a playful shake of his hips as he did so, revealing his small, hard cock. It was a pathetic sight, they both knew that, but the old man’s gaze lingered for just a moment longer, a smirk playing on his lips.
Collared and naked, Adi would then drop to all fours, waiting for the leash to be clipped on. The feeling of the leash tugging at his collar sent a thrill through him, and he would crawl forward, following the old man into the house, ready to immerse himself in whatever the night had in store. This was the moment Adi lived for—transforming into the loyal little Indian dog for the strong, masculine alpha who commanded every part of his being.
Once inside, the old man would make himself comfortable on the couch, propping his feet up as he settled in. This was Adi’s cue. He would immediately start his ritual of worship, kissing, licking, and sucking the old man’s feet, savoring every taste, every texture. His tongue would move with precision and care, showing the old man just how devoted he was, how much he loved being at his feet.
The old man would relax, his hands behind his head, enjoying the attention. Adi’s world shrank down to this single task, the act of worshiping the old man’s feet, the sense of submission filling him with a strange, twisted satisfaction.
After a while, when the old man had had his fill of Adi’s worship, he would shift, revealing his big white cock. This was the moment Adi waited for all night. The sight of it would send him into a frenzy, barking uncontrollably, his tiny cock twitching with excitement. He became less human and more animal in those moments, driven entirely by his instinctive need to please, to serve.
One night, the old man introduced something new—a small bottle of poppers. Adi, unaware of what it was, took a sniff at the old man’s command. The effect was immediate and overwhelming. Adi felt a rush of heat and exhilaration flood through him, his mind spinning with the intensity of it. He jumped up and down like a dog, barking and howling, his body and mind consumed by the need to worship the old man’s cock. Without waiting for permission, he dove forward, deep-throating the old man’s BWC with an urgency he had never felt before, humping the old man’s legs frantically as he tried to reach his throat with every thrust.
The old man’s laughter filled the room, a deep, satisfied sound as he watched Adi’s frenzied efforts. Even as the poppers began to wear off, Adi remained in his role, his devotion undiminished as he continued to worship the old man’s cock with all the energy he had left.
That night, the old man decided to take things further. With a calculated calm, he stood, lifting Adi up with surprising ease. Adi’s mouth never left the old man’s cock, even as he was turned and twisted, his body positioned in whatever way the old man desired. The old man walked them into the bedroom, where he laid Adi on the bed, his cock still in Adi’s mouth, pulsing with need.
Adi, lost in his role, didn’t resist, didn’t question. He knew better. He focused on the task at hand, giving the old man’s cock the attention it demanded, even as the old man slapped his ass, ordering him to get into a doggy style position on the bed. The shift in position made it clear what was coming next.
The old man climbed behind Adi, pressing his cock against Adi’s ass, teasing him with the inevitable. Adi, realizing what was about to happen, braced himself, his mind a mix of fear and twisted anticipation. The old man didn’t wait long. With a forceful thrust, he penetrated Adi’s ass, the sudden, intense pain causing Adi to cry out, his body collapsing forward.
But Adi didn’t try to escape. He stayed exactly where he was, knowing that this was part of his role, part of the submission he had willingly accepted. The old man rested against him for a moment, allowing Adi to adjust, to recover, all while his cock throbbed inside him, a reminder of the power he held, of the superiority he felt over Adi’s kind.
After a few moments, the old man began to move, slowly at first, each thrust a deliberate act of control. Adi moaned softly, the pain mingling with a strange sense of fulfillment. This was what he was meant for, what he had been waiting for. As the old man’s movements grew more intense, more vulgar, Adi’s moans turned into barks, each thrust sending him deeper into his role as a dog, as a loyal, obedient pet.
The old man didn’t hold back. He lifted Adi off the bed, twisting him in the air, his hard cock rubbing against the old man’s chest as he was fucked harder, faster. The room filled with the sounds of Adi’s barks, the old man’s grunts, and the slap of skin on skin. Adi had completely surrendered to the moment, to his role, lost in the sensation of being owned, of being nothing more than a plaything for the old man’s pleasure.
Finally, as Adi’s barks reached a fever pitch, the old man thrust deep inside him one last time, filling him with a thick, hot load. Adi could feel the cum oozing out of him, his body going limp as the old man continued to thrust, ensuring every drop was inside. Adi sat on the old man’s cock, feeling it still throbbing, still claiming him.
The old man rested back, allowing Adi to collapse against him, their bodies intertwined, covered in sweat and cum. Adi’s hands roamed over the old man’s chest, feeling the strength, the power beneath the skin. Slowly, almost instinctively, he began to grind his ass against the old man’s cock, desperate for one last act of devotion.
With one final, desperate movement, Adi rubbed his small cock against the old man’s body, finally shooting his load, the sticky cum mixing with the sweat that covered them both. The smell of sex filled the room, a potent reminder of the night they had shared.
Exhausted and utterly spent, Adi curled up against the old man, his body still connected to his master, the old man’s cock still inside him. They both drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, content in the twisted connection they had forged.
As they slept, the room was silent, save for the sound of their breathing, the air thick with the scent of their combined sweat and cum. For Adi, there was no place he would rather be, no role he would rather fill. He had found his place, his purpose, and as he lay there in the old man’s arms, he knew that this was where he belonged.
