The Firehouse Pet (Devaan POV)Personal Chat Log: 22/3/202X (Patreon)

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Personal Chat Log: 22/3/202X

How goes life, my BRO! Did you see the link I sent you? I am, hoping, you enjoyed it. Because, Bro: I think I found the one. Outside of that Faggot’s diary posting and some of the videos I sent, I noticed my new Pet detailed some of his moments off from what happened, or fully wrong from circumstances I had no control over. So, I figured I would send you my perspective on things as I progress this new relationship with this puppy I hope to make my own. By the time you get this, I already have him on one of my favorite task I put sub’s up to. The kind of ordeal I know an inferior loves to show dedication with, no matter how embarrassing. As he does that, I am running to go gather some important things that will help me test the waters with this boy. As well as help ensure him that he is my type. Soooo....since we haven’t chatted in a while. Why don’t I update you on how I have been, and how I started to enslave this Faggot. My “Boss”, and hopefully my pet-boyfriend.

It started a few months ago since I sent you videos of that one cutie I was using. Good, old, Damir. One of my favorite playmates in the city. Cute little Faggot a whole head shorter than me, with a bunch of designer chastity cages to shrink his shy 4-incher into the dickless boy I enjoyed him as. Super masculine presenting in public with his tattoos and beige toned build; reeked of a marine before saying his rank. Shaved head, and haunting blue eyes? I really hope you saw that video, bro, definitely one of my best pieces. You are hopeless, bro. I will give a summary. So, I wanted to use his home gym since I quit that awful job of mine I cursed at so often; I hit him up for our usual while he was still in the city on holiday. I was taking my time on my core day because I wanted to thank my lovely host the only way I knew he wanted.

A few feet away from his gym-setup, I was naked on his bed as I let him dress up in his pretty red silks for me. The crimson of his lace melting those intimidating blue eyes, into the cute desperation that always brought me back to this Faggot. Bringing out the proper boy in him, despite being in his 40s: his rank or perception of manhood out the window when I allowed him to serve me in the red lace that squeezed that fuzzy muscle of his. Damir’s small body twitching from his whines as he swallowed my cock down to the groin as I released my bladder’s load fully down his throat. Drinking up my piss like an addict taking his fix to stave withdrawals. Damir didn’t even bother to raise his head off my cock as he hugged it with his throat as he drank, breathing through his nose as it nested in my pubs.

I was letting Damir enjoy himself on my cock after a half minute of him drinking my piss when an idea came to mind. I got so distracted formulating my thought, that stopped impaling his head on my shaft. Moving midway through swallowing my balls, as I asked him for a quick break to snuggle him and chat. He obeyed, and curled his small body on mine as if I was the only blanket in a cruel winter.

Through my light affection, I asked the boy in my arms about the logistics about opening up a private gym in the city. Caressing his small face and back as he nuzzled on me, thankfully not taken out of the mood from my business-talk.

Kissing my neck hungrily as he gave me insights on the cost, transport of material, and what buildings in the city were permitted to house that endeavor. I got a little taken a back by the logic of it, until I felt his need for connection overwhelm me. I petted my boy, letting him nurse on my chest as I vented to him about my position. Nowhere to work, work-out, but left with wayyy to much time finding a new job in the city. Damir stopped his suckle as he looked to me and gave me an offer I was taken a back by.

“Sir..if you can find a building in the city, I don’t mind helping you. It would be nice to have somewhere else to workout in the city whenever I can’t reach home when I’m permitted leave. I, want to finance you, Sir. If that is okay??”, Damir admitted to me. With a shyness of a school boy delivering a written letter of affection, betraying the intensity you would see in him in public. Piss or not, I pulled him into a kiss he melted in, devouring each other’s lips as my mouth over-powered his. My hands moved to bring him in further, squeezing his ass through the lingerie before I felt the need to answer properly to Damir. My palms caressing his warm curves until they reached his head, helping me pull his face from mine as I teased him further: forcing my mouth away from as I lightly kept a bit of his lower lip in a greedy bite. Releasing him from my grasp as I spoke: “We will discuss this soon, Faggot. I NEED to show my boy just how much I appreciate the offer I am accepting”.

I hope that makes you actually watch those videos, bro. Anyway. If not for his job and other issues, I would have married Damir on the spot for that. But, sadly, We just remain good friends that feel that primal connection as Dom and sub. He helped finance everything I needed for my new business once I found this cute corner building downtown, a few dozen blocks away for him to visit whenever he actually has time off. A two-story space with plenty of room for equipment, utilities, and space for reception and showers. The upper floor I am getting renovated as a living space for me and the Pet I want to devote myself to. I bought the place, and showed Damir my commitment to his offer by giving him a very special session right before his vacation ended. He looked proud limping away the next day after showed him the property on my way to drop him off to work.

Only catch, was that I needed a high paying job that will help me pay him back in full and let me crash somewhere as I waited for my new gym to open. Which put me in the middle of nowhere many miles away. Where I stuck out worse among the smaller, paler locals. I rented a motel room nearby as I waited for the interview at a job I felt confident in: the local fire station. This one paid well, due to a history of incidents from the weather making the job more risky. Damir could not let me live at his place, despite enjoying the idea. Due to his kids using it as their home for college, and him not even being out as gay, etc. He did let me keep some of my boxes there, as I took my essentials with me. My suitcase of toys, tools, and surprises as well~

I was getting bored, and pent up. Days to myself in my motel because they had no gym, I was the only account present on my cruising app. And; teasing my usual sub-bros via post work-outs nudes only made me hornier after I reminded them just how much I appreciated them. I lost count on the loads wasted on my thick thighs when it could have been an eager Faggot drinking it all up. Until I went to my interview and met the cutest guy there. For a man like me, it is hard finding guys that are my type. This guy hit every mark off my list. Old, very small, cute, and polite. Despite his tiny stature, he wore the formal uniform of his station, navy blue clothes was wayy to loose around his frame and made his red hair stand out. He looked and almost acted like a type of grouch by how serious he was. Like he hated his life, but something about the passion from his stoic face about the service we bring as 24/7 fireman really got to me. When this little guy spoke, he tried selling me hard on this position with the dangers it came with. Like a puppy excited when you bring its favorite toy.

I wore my usual formal attire: the thin white polo around my thick body, ironed khakis with my leather boots on. He was making me excited, not going to lie there. With how eager and polite he was to me, it became all too easy to take charge of the interview just from how much I was liking the meeting. I talked about my experience in emergencies, how my father was a 1st responder for natural disasters, and the reason I wanted the position within the small town. Occasionally flexing my biceps to show off the pride I had in keeping up a big form, whenever it was actually important to the context I spoke.

After letting me take control of the conversation, he said; “Well. Sir. You do seem like the type of Man I, ah, We would be happy to have around”. Pausing his thought as he got up past his desk to approach me. Unlike Damir, he was at minimum two heads shorter than me now that he was off his chair. And nowhere near as thick as my body. I tented up a bit as he got closer and put out a shaky hand to me as he continued to speak.

“the Lads all call me by my 1st name, Mittch. Ahh, welcome to our little group, Sir….Vhalos. You can address me however you please. Ahh, now, if you will allow me to show you around thedepart -”, was all he manged to squeak out as I grabbed his hand with mine and shook as enthusiastically as I could! Bringing him closer into me until no space between us as a suffocated him in the tightest hug I could contain. I held his back as I twirled his tiny frame a bit from my excitement as I made sure he was safe in my embrace, snuggled up in my chest. I swear to you, bro, he did not resist….only get comfortable. Like, a hug was a rare commodity in his life he was desperate for.

“you have no idea what this means to me, Mittch. Thank you, I promise you won’t regret me here….Little guy? Ahhh, Bossss?”, my jovial mouth laughed as I realized he stopped moving in the hug. Still breathing, I put the little guy down gently beside me as I noted his smile and dopey eyes? He looked really cute like that, and much different compared to how he 1st looked at me when I came here. Mittch just followed my hands as I attempted to see if I was too much for him, as he looked up to me with such pleasure that I let him lead me through the department they called home. Behind me, I dragged him along as he was guide in lead me through the weirdest fire department you could imagine. Humming the whole time, and mostly referring to me as Sir throughout, which did not help the erection I had from the encounter.

My new home for the past 5 months was at the edge of town by thick woods. The department was a square surrounding a residential area at the brim where the place met the forest. It was in a block shape from how the main building is attached by a walled courtyard for the pool in the middle, and the Chief’s house across the station. Very strange architecture. Hogan and the Lad’s say the place used to be a motel before they left town. They say it got turned into the local fire department decades ago. I have been happy to living here before what I started doing with Mittch! I finally had a gym with good equipment for more extensive work-outs. Some bros I can relate too, and I got paid to help the locals with all manner of non-fire based problems. I was mostly having a great time before the incident.

Except for my libido.

Only a handful of the other boys actually stayed full-time, the other half lived in the 1-2 blocks away from the department but were always on standby for emergency. While they got to be with their families, and wives; me, the Lads, and Mittch had each other. I saw Rick practically skinny dip at the pool they had that signified that the Lads were all desperate bachelors that got up to stuff together that would definitely bring HR over for indecency. They skirted the lines of their indecency though, and we kept to ourselves mostly. Only ones brave enough to be more…..obvious was me, my new friend Hogan, and Rick. Mittch almost never got involved in anything, the little guy usually stuck in his personal home office. Though he did catch me free-balling a few times in nothing by sweatpants, but by the looks he gave me I think he was into what he saw as professionally as possible.

Despite the praise I got for my form by my new peers, sadly none of them were into Men. My only reprieve was my bate sessions with my new-bro, Hogan. An American too with black hair and no body fuzz to speak off, he sported a hefty 5-incher and was what I call het-flexible. His uncut cock was darker than his beige shades, but fuck did his foreskin make docking all the more fun. He enjoyed seeing me around like that, and we took care of each other a bit as I let him explore his curiosities with me. But my urges pegged me on for something more that I did not want to rush with Hogan, something a proper Faggot can satisfy me with.

The incident is what made me realize my boss was not a real man, after all. I was enjoying Hogan about thirty minutes before our usual practice protocol as it stormed outside. Controlled fire and inspection of equipment. We were 69’ing on his twin-sized bunk while the rest of the Lad’s showered. Our forms taking up the tiny mattress as I savored the salty cock head as my tongue traveled under his long foreskin. I showed him how a blowjob from a man felt compared to a lady’s as I let him nurse on my long dick. He licked like an eager puppy scared of a new treat he enjoyed, making the cutest moans I heard my bate-bro make. I deep-throated him with ease, addicted to the cock of this curious bro as he was seeing stars nursing on my dick. Finishing in my mouth as I drink up his silky aftermath. Bringing him in for a bit hug, my frame was still a bit bigger than his as we almost matched athletically.

“Enjoy yourself, Bro?”, I asked Hogan. The curious guy really enjoying the hug before he responded.

“Hell Yeah, Bruh. Fuckkk, I should have asked about head sooner if you were that kind of ‘goat. I though guys like you don’t reciprocate like that, considering how intense you’ve said your ‘playing’ usually goes”, Hogan said as he got comfortable on my chest.

I looked at him, happy with a bit of sadness escaping on my face. “I-i, love to repay my enjoyment to everyone I am with. Even if….those I play with aren’t on my level. Thank you for letting me show you something new, Bro”, I said earnestly. Hogan chuckled at that, his airy voice lax from the vibes we had on his tiny bed.

“Sure, Bruh. I want more of this. But, if you do find that special little guy you have been wanting. Hit. Me. UP. I want to see you in action! Ple-please~”, Hogan pleaded to me. We cuddled a little bit after we shared a good laugh and a few promises as we finished up. Almost half an hour later, a violent fire started downtown right as the storm cleared up.

Thankfully, we were midway checking our stagnant equipment when we got the call about the burning marketplace. A historic square of old-wood now tinderbox full of the families that ran those stories for generations. If not for how forward the road was, I am sure we would have lost people. The only life that was at risk of losing, was Mittch. The Lads, and the other 5 members that lived by the station made quick work assessing if there were people in need or rescuing. Thankfully, the people at the biggest ‘at-risk’ section of the disaster were reported as being at a party many miles away before their markets immolated. The downside as me and the lads secured more people, was that Mittch was the last one informed midway through checking their dwelling for survivors.

I knew something was up after almost 5 minutes of silence from his radio after we updated him. As the others took care of the spread into the rest of downtown, the Lads and I had to quell the flames from the big building our boss was now stranded it. I felt a pit in my gut thinking about the guy who gave me this job, I did not want him as a causality when I was around to prevent that. So, I had to work fast. I got Esteban to spot me on our truck’s hose as I napped one of the spare Axe running down. I shouted to the rest of the department what I was doing through radio, but they did not have much space to interrupt me due to containing the fire just into the market square.

Mittch had ran into the bookstore. At least, I think the place used to be a bookstore. There was a ring of fire above me that crushed a lot of the shelves that made up a once cute shop. What was left of the books burned darker-and-darker as I rushed in to where I saw Mittch in the debris of this place. Pinned by a wooden column from the ceiling, I thought I was already too late by the position of the beam over his tiny body. No sign of his respirator with a gash against his chin. I felt frozen as the smoke creeping around my mask as I tried looking for any sign of vital. Until I saw some twitching. I got to work on the beam pinning his left arm and body with my Axe. Working fast, I destroyed the debris in my way from his rescue through choked visibility my sight endured. Snapped the charred beam and kicking the rest away from his crumpled form.

The more exposure to the smoke would kill him. So I took off my respirator and forced it on him. I scooped Mittch after, Axe holstered through the overalls of my uniform to my back. I made sure to hold the little guy as comfortably as I could manage, despite having to find a new route out as the entrance collapsed on me. I was scared, Bro. I did not want to let him die, or get injured more. So I held him like the most precious thing in the world: holding him firmly bridle-style as I rushed my body through a new route that opened up from a next door building. Its wall collapsing into the bookstore, shoulder first as I rammed through weak wall and kicking whatever was left. Than. I FELT HIM STIRRING IN MY ARMS. I was navigating through the other building as I routed us to a new exit, as I tried keeping awake. I said something along the lines of; “THERE IT *choke* IS! Thank GOD, BOSS! Pl-Please KEEP BREATHING, LITTLE LONGER, please please *choking-cough*. I’ll keep you safe, Boss. Just Like That, Boss! BE STRong for me and fill up your lungs PLenty FoR MEe, Please!”.

That kept him up long enough for the Lads to see us pull through. He passed out afterwards as the ambulance on standby finally had a patient after we managed to contain the fire. Me, as well as some of the other Lads refused to leave the little guy. It was when we reached the local hospital as the others waited for me to clean up, I noticed that my uniform towards my chest had this dark stain underneath all the soot. Only after having the Faggot write its 1st diary entry, do I know realize that Mittch had busted the fattest nut I had seen from someone partially unconscious. This helped re-contextualize what happened until the next day. I tended to him often, stayed by the hospital as he disparaged for minor injuries like a sprayed left arm, and put on light activity due to needing to keep his lungs in a good state. I walked him back to the department. Made him meals both days. And did casual check-ups well after he told the other Lads that the next few weeks Rick would be the temp chief due to medical leave.

So he was avoidant of me. Little Faggot looked at me, not in annoyance of saving his life, or hatred. But….Something I guess now as a longing. Which made the situation as to how he fully became my bitch more….palatable.

A few hours ago, was the 1st time in months of dead static, that I got a loud ping at the gym shy 30 hours after the market square incident. Alone, just in some gray sweats I did not care about. When I saw the profile that estimated it’s distance few hundred yards away from me. Unlike the blank, empty profile, I expected from a town like this: I was met with an account that made my cock bounce to action mid pull-up. ‘Failmale_Pup35’, It said. The picture had the cutest micro-clit you could imagine. A girth that was thick, but easy to hide along the much longer bush of his red pubic hair surrounding it. The read head barely peaking through the fuzzy crotch like a mushroom to embarrassed to pop from the ground. On the profile. Bro. Was some very humiliating admittance to what the Faggot wanted. An advertisement to serve Real Men, no matter how cruel, because it is a Faggot that cannot deny what it is. is. It said to scare him if they agree to a meet up.

Being the man that I am: I messaged him immediately. The imagine of that micro-nub kept me hard as I got to work on setting up this session. We started chatting, and we quickly got on each others level. It stated preferred pronouns (he/him/it/its), protection preferred, as well as just how much of a Dickless Loser he was. I felt my heart skip a few times as we talk, the Faggot always ending his statements in honorifics whenever he responded to me, like it was second nature. I just...Had to see if he was the one for me. I told him to host for me, as I walked with my fat erection in sight of the courtyard to see if it was Mittch. I swear to god, if the Lad’s weren’t asleep, they would have flipped out. Out comes my Boss, streaking across the courtyard in nothing but a dog-collar. The thick, pink leather encompassing his entire neck. He was so CUTE. Tiny, nimble build surrounded in forest of red fuzz. That same goofy longing in his eyes like when he interviewed me. His clit ‘as hard as it could get with its head suffocated in a bush of pubic hair. All as he unlocked one of the gates to the courtyard as fled back into his quarters.

I waited a minute for him to text me that the way was open. Telling me that I can come in at anytime as he freshened up to prepare for whatever I wanted. I made sure to lock up after him since I was already inside the department. Getting into his house 3 minutes after his last text sure as hell made him nervous, especially after locked us both in his home. Place….was actually very depressing. No family photos. Bare essential goods. Meek bed spread. Hell, only personal affects were at his desk, gifts from the old chief and the Lads (including me), as well as books. Stuff for me to work on later. I knew I was gonna jump him like we texted about, a little consensual fear-play between a Man and his bitch. But I did not want to risk my boots getting ruined in that shower. So, I took them off and left the socks besides them. Taking out all my other belonging from my pocket besides the dresser he dropped off his stuff, thick dog collar included.

I felt myself fully in it. It felt fucking amazing knowing what I was gonna do to this Pup. If he was the one. I would Own Him. I could….maybe love him if he is okay with that kind of affection too. But first, I needed to throw him into the deep-end the way we both wanted. As I walked into the doorless restroom to an open shower. Eyeing him like I was starving for every inch of Mittch, as he stopped washing his shoulders at my presence. Shaking his tiny frame as he wagged his cute butt in my direction as an invitation. I gave him a few seconds to feel more confident as I closed the distance.

“sorry, sir. This fag was not expecting a man so-so-”, was all this Faggot yipped before I grabbed his neck when he turned his surprised eyes to see me. Unlike what he posted, what actually happened was hilarious. Mittch screamed at a pitch I did not thick possible for his somewhat masculine tone. Jumping a bit until….that longing crept back into every inch of him. I let Mittch adjust himself as I returned that longing to him. Starring down into his eyes as if my need for Mittch could melt him where he stood.

The little Faggot stopped tensing as lips that once screamed, began whining a steady, small beat. His small form leaning closer as he nestled into the arm I used to lightly choke him. Like a firm grasp of a collar, rather than asphyxiation. His small hands holding onto the palm I wrapped around his throat as the shower head continued to run above us, as I felt that spark of desperation we both shared. I cooed at Mittch as I leaned my head closer, uncaring of the water ruining my sweatpants as I spoke. “Sup, Faggot. What? No resistance, Faggot? I know exactly how you are feeling right now. Most inferiors like you in my hands tend to show more panic when I get my arm around their neck. A bitch or a whine, maybe their dicklets showing their joy by pissing a little. YOU. Your breathing is slowed. That little mushroom is as ‘hard’ as it can get, as you get comfy in my palms as I squeeze your windpipe. You’re loving this, huh, FAGGOT~ Mnnmh. But, I do have to admit-”, I ranted before I released my palm over this throat.

I did not realize that I had practically raised him off the ground a bit. As I jumped closer to catch my boy. Making sure to grab him by the shoulders, I gently placed him on the ground besides my full form. Petting his head the second I felt his feet were anchored to the floor as he paid attention to me. Moving my hands to be on his head as I loomed over the tiny Faggot. I let my joy be known as I worked over my hands under his chin as the other arm kept him close to me a I continued to get soaked.

“Faggot or not: I am no monster. I only continue in certainties to do whatever I want. To willing boys only. Now. I doubt. No, is in your vocabulary right now. Am I correct, Boy?”, I said as I rubbed my fingers into his soft face. Fully putting the Faggot in my hands, I looked down to where the Loser was squeezing his large balls and small nub between his thighs It tried collecting it’s thoughts toward me. Just like an eager puppy that knew what to do to make it’s Owner happy. Luke cold water making his skin blanched, making me wish harder to make this Pup mine as I painted his lovely, small body in signs of my love. Biting on his cute neck and thighs, welts from my belt near his pussy as I welled up his eyes from tears I know will be sweet when he wails for me to hurt him more. Love him a way a Faggot like this craves.

“YES, sIR-”, was all my Pup managed to groan out as it gained enough courage to melt to my will. Before I grew impatient and sank my thick fingers into his mouth. Letting my self go in auto, as I enjoyed my instincts to push his devotion to me, all I said as my hard stare pierced through his fragile body was, “Suck”. Bro. Even with my fingers, he sucked them so fucking gooood. Not even just the nursing. Using his lips and tongue as he worked on tasting my digits as if he would never have the chance again. Even as I dug through to see if he would gag: he avoided using his teeth as my fingers went deeper into the loud moans of my Puppy. He tried hard to keep his stare on me, those hunger in his eyes for all I was desperate to stay open as he fought a euphoria to close them and enjoy the task handed into his mouth.

I knew I needed more of him there. As this distracted Pup worked on my fingers, I turned off the annoying water as I laughed. Hard enough to fill the room now that the shower was not in the way of me and my new boy. I did what felt natural next as I saw this Faggot realize his changing surroundings, as I grabbed his tongue with the fingers being worshiped in his mouth.

“You really are the kind of Faggot I have been desperate for, boy. You’re gonna make me a good pet tonight, and I will see about continuing this for a while. But first. Consent for me. Tell me what I know you want. Truthfully. Especially about admitting what you are. And apologizing to me that I had to take orders from you when you have been inferior this whole time”, I said with as much endearment my commands can muster from my satisfaction.

To make myself more serious to my boy: I ditched my soggy pants to expose my whole body as my hands traveled around him. My fat cock so close to his ‘hard’ clit as I wanted nothing more than to fuck the worthless nub. As I used one of my hands to press down on it like an elevator button, the solid prick sinking under my thumb as I played with his balls in my hand. Keeping my palm around his face as I stared at him lovingly for his response. Feeling his nub throb hard before It spoke; “Yes. PLEase, Sir. This inferior Faggot Consents to whatever you want. SIR. Whenever. And Tonight. It is Not worthy of you, and should have Been serving you since your arrival as a proper Pet, SIR. PL-please accept this Faggot’s apology as use it however you like, pl-please SIR”.

I smiled at him, as I responded as fast as his consent shouted in the room. Kicking my sweatpants to the ground off me, I pushed his head down to my cock. You’ve seen my prick countless time bro, but comparing this Fag’s 1st time being face-to-face really made me think how meaty I was compared to the Pup I was with. The Faggot was no stranger to sucking dick, licking his lips to get ready to serve the only real cock in the room as my heavy prick loomed over his cute face a few inches away. “Good boy. Deep-throat it. Make love to my foreskin before you inhale my whole prick for a solid minute. THEN, I will grace you with a full night of me as your Owner. Get. To. It.”, I said with as much joy as I could contain in my command. I didn’t even have to snap my fingers for him too obey immediately, Boy acted like a proper puppy sampling a treat he longed for.

My boy leaned deeply just to breathe in my cock. Letting out such a cute little whine as his pretty clit throbbed at what he liked, Looking up to me for permission to obey harder. I just nodded as I began getting. The. Best. ‘Head I had Ever received from anyone. Boy made out with my cock as his wet lips made contact with the hood of my foreskin before swirling his small tongue deep around my cock head. The volume in his voice loud as he enjoyed himself as my breathing slowed from enjoyment. This went on for a few minutes as he savored me. Until I saw the spit string from my cock along the stream of my precum as he kissed it one last time until I felt him swallow me before I saw it. His tongue came first as I felt his wet lips enveloping my shaft as he pushed his head deeper into his mouth as he inhaled my whole shaft in one go. I let out a loud groan at that: his lack of teeth, the constant swirling of his tongue, the tears in his eyes as his stare begged me keep him around as he made love to my cock the only way a Real Faggot could. A dedication was quick to test further as I showed him how much I enjoyed feeling him breathe through my pubes. I nested my right hand into his hairline, petting him as I stepped over with my right foot to crush his worthless dicklet.

Bro. I love being right. As I increased pressure to stomp on those little things, the Puppy just sucked on me harder. Refusing to take my cock out of it’s throat as it almost lost focus on me from what I assumed was the tastiest dick he had in a really long time. After around 5 minutes of this Pup drinking me in, I used the hand petting him to pull him away as I spoke; “Good Puppy. FUCK, you are living up to your profile wayyy to much”. He looked so sad as he stopped washing my cock, before I snapped my fingers to him as I picked up the little guy. Leaving my sweatpants in that area as I walked us to his bedroom. Uncaring of how cold we got, I made sure to manhandle my new pet with as much care as I could manage.

“Well, boy. You have earned my time after all. You will be mine night. I will want you all the time. Like my good Puppy. But, If you’re gonna be my Pup, or Faggot in general. You will live it the way I want. And I would be a bad pet owner if my puppy did not have what it needed~ Before I continue, how about you get us some towels?”, I said as I brought It down by the dresser gently. Letting him get what I needed, smacking his cute ass hard the second he turned around to retrieve our washcloths from the top cabinet. When he gave me my towel, he gave me that dopey smile as he said; “thank you, Master, Sir”. I took about 3 minutes before I wanted to say anything, drying myself like I do when I want to flaunt my body: caressing every inch fast, but long as it wrapped around my thick frame. When I was done, I asked It; “For what, Puppy?”.

“hurting me, Master. And, everything You have decided, Sir”, my Puppy said as he gave me that goofy smile with his eyes lit up. I petted him again, before drying him myself. I wish I was just touching him fully. He was so damn adorable, but man I had my work cut out as I dried out a boy that needed better care for himself. His soft, fuzzy body felt my love as I finished quickly, though.

Afterwards, I grabbed my pocket-things, and his collar and made him look up to me. I bound that pink leather around his neck as tight as he could manage as he stared into me with that devotion I craved. “Follow me like the dog you are, Faggot”, I said as I walked. Immediately, my boy went on all fours as I lead him to the entrance of his quarters. I made him sit like a puppy, ass to the ground and arms in front as I told him what I expected of him as I was leaving for a moment.

“I need to head out to get things to treat you right, Faggot. Outside of some gear I already have, I must stop by and pick up a few choice goods for the cute pup in front of me. I’ll be back. Don’t worry, I doubt the Lads will look twice at me streaking at this point before I get clothes from my quarters. Until I return, you will remain by the unlocked door. I expect my boots polished by then, Pup. Go stupid with them, I’m sure there is plenty of me in those leathers to keep a Fag like you happy until I get back~”, I relayed as I turned away with such a big laugh. Uncaring if my coworkers saw me streaking late at night. I knew I had to get back to my new puppy with the materials I needed to start breaking it in. As well as letting it enjoy itself with the pieces of me I left behind.

So yeah, that is what I am doing right now, Bro. Hoping you managed to finish reading here. Got some new supplies for my boy. Largest Pet bed I could find, food bowl, some quality take out for this small town, plushies, etc. Comfort and control items for the pet I want to make mine fully. Just hoping he’s having fun polishing my boots for me before I get to enjoy him more tonight~ See you then.