The Firehouse Pet (Mittch POV) Entry 1# (Patreon)

Topics and CW: Aftercare, Age Difference, BDSM, CBT, Chasity, Cruising, Extreme degradation, Foot worship, F-slur usage (Censored) , Humiliation, Pissplay, Praise, Orgasm Denial, Size difference, Slowburn romance, S&M, SPH+SPP, Touch Starved, TPE, Unequal relationship, Worship

Entry 1#

Ahh, Hi, Sirs and others. I’m Mittch Longfield. I, am….a pet to my Master Devaan. Wild to admit to anyone outside of my owner, but the lil’ rush I get living with my truth feels good. Even to strangers that will never physically see us. We currently live in the middle of nowhere at the fire department of the small town I have known all my life. I am publicly posting everything that has happened to me since I met the man that made me his property on his orders. Like a soft exposure blog. We kinda doubt others will find us? Master does not want to name where we are or where we come from, and these kind of online diaries aren’t rare; so we are both confident it won’t happen. So I hope you all like my progress from the ‘boss’ of mr. Devaan Vlahos, into his F4g^0t Puppy in real time.

Well. As Real-time as I can. Kinda Posting this one before I continue...Serving Master~ Master is setting up on the bed as I wait on the floor like a good boy, gave me his phone to this diary site for you all too learn how all this went down before he starts to break me in. AH, Right! Some info before I get into it!!

Now, I knew I was….a F^g for a while. I was not born as blessed as the other boys at school and certainly not my employees. Before this week, I really wished the state of my life was….a bit different than others. Don’t get me wrong, my life is not terrible or anything like that. I was just stuck in this state of self-misery for the past 20 years of my independence until now. When deep down I had been wanting a change, someone to collar me up and live my life for me as if I was not an equal to them. But sadly that was not an option in a place with not many gay guys, let alone kinky weirdos that could consider a boy like me as a sub.

Master wants me to keep this explanation short in hopes of me detailing it in full another day. But, basically I was a communal cock sucker, So I will try and describe how my taste in treatment grew pretty fast. The only place that made me feel like the inferior I was, was at my last job. I was the manager at the local gas station outside of town that paid me fine for a while, but I stayed their long because of what the restroom was used as. I learned after using it the 1st time, that it was a hotspot for men that needed release, and was active to just the last 2 stalls of the dingy area. Normally, I am too embarrassed to use urinals due to my size, so I stick to the toilets to relieve myself. It’s where I got experience serving men, to earn the privilege of relieving stress to my betters to whoever was in the stall adjacent to me. At first, I wore my uniform in hopes of them peeking through the shitty hole made of duct tape, to expose me for the F@g^0t I was, sucking countless cocks on my break as the manager.

But I hate wearing clothes, so after the 1st week I just used my uniform to rest my knees on as I worshiped whatever Godly, man-meat came my way. From 19-23, that was my real job in town.

I’d take longer and longer breaks because of how dead the gas station was. But the glory hole. The Glory Hole was always more busy. Hell, some nights I’d walk naked from wherever I was staying in hopes someone could catch me going there. Or notice through the slot that I had nothing on me as I mindlessly milked the big, manly cocks that blessed me with their presence. Never touching my self, because my dicklet wasn’t worth the effort compared to the meat-slabs I would suffocate on daily.

Cocks much bigger than mine. Rainbows of shades, shapes, and men attached to them. Foreskin gone, to tight, to soo loose my tongue could suck for days. I’m surprised not one of them popped my cherry….Or Get an STI. But as F4g^0t, I knew some men needed release that was fast more than anything. I was happy to give it, and might have stayed longer as the manager there. Until I was fired.

Then, I had to search for something to avoid being out in the woods again on my own. Too scared to let myself rot, but too pissed off at living through my own independence instead of the control of a Man.

Like how it always was for me.

I had always been in charge of.... everything that has happened to me since I was old enough to bounce from foster homes. A drive to live, that kept me unsatisfied compared to being an anonymous mouth for men to use. That dingy restroom made me happy, to just let myself serve my betters, but I couldn’t go back to it without starving. I let my love for that service die, as I ended up all finding a job as a firefighter immediately afterwards by chance. A little to afraid to go back to the glory hole in case it could ruin my chances at this new job.

Which is pretty impressive considering I was the youngest to join in this town, and the smallest. I am kinda tiny. Even though I can’t get into most roller coasters from my height, I was flexible enough to get into tough situations over the few emergencies me and my department had to manage. Durable too, despite my meek build. I guess I must have won over the old chief around 10 years ago because he got the state to give me his job on retirement. Left somewhere coastal and gave me his quarters too. Our department is at the edge of town by thick forest, the main building is attached by a walled courtyard for the pool in the middle, and the Chief’s house+office across the station. It sounds weird, but me and the Lad’s think the place used to be a motel before they renovated it into the local fire department decades ago. Anyways, sorry, sirs. Back to how Me and Master clicked.

I really let the freedom of my life ruin my mood. Still somewhat a virgin, my little nub ensured I was not fit to date or even have sex like normal men do. I mean, 2 inches below the belt at 35 is embarrassing. Sure, I am into that feeling of shame for my….impotence. But I prefer not getting exposed locally and getting my rep ruined. So, it comes to no surprise that the locals already know me for my resting bitch-face betraying the bright red hair and young looks. My Lads know I am only serious for the position, and keep to myself. That was, until about a 5 months ago when Devaan showed up.

There was something about him that made me feel small. Smaller than my height in comparison to him and his personality. Loud. Happy. Big. When I interviewed him, he stated he wanted to get paid to help others as long as he was here. An old local-friend referring him to me due to being stuck in town for a while as his private business gets constructed in the big city next door. I’ll admit, normally I don’t enjoy big-city-dude-bros: Esteban and Hogan were enough already in my department. But the way he took the initiative in the interview got me invested. Especially as he got closer to me to sign his papers after I agreed to bring him aboard. For reference, Devaan is at least 6’4ft tall, a thick slab of a Greek Man who has to look down at me from his height and wide chest. He was a giant, almost taller than our resident Dad, Rick (6’8 btw, and barely 50!)

Typing it now, I think he tried testing the waters of what I was before my incident. After I got him settled with paperwork, I was about to offer him a handshake and said something the lines of “Well, Mr. Vlahos, welcome to our department. Allow me to show you where you will be-”. Before I knew it, he grabbed my smaller arm with his big hand and plunged me in a deep hug. I was face-first underneath his wide chest thinly covered by a white polo much paler than my skin. Accenting his almond skin and hairless arms as he held me tight in a jovial hug. Laughing as he picked me a whole feet in the air from his excited twirl of my small body crushed into his large one.

“Thank you, Little guy. This means sooo much to me. I promise, I will be a great addition to this place, I swear to you”, is what I think Devaan said as he suffocated me with his body. Not gonna lie, I just let him rag doll me after the first 10 seconds….because of how good it felt. Not just him calling me his little guy, either. I had never been manhandled before. The only parts of men I handled were cocks at a glory hole. But face deep under his pecs and what I felt was his soft gut. Smelling his cologne and natural aroma. His savory musk like anise and cinnamon from a simmering cup of tea on a brutal winter’s day. Let’s just say I needed a minute before and after he deiced the hug lasted long enough.

The other Lads were happy to have him aboard considering my usual scowl was replaced by the goofiest smile they had ever seen. Something I wasn’t aware of even making with the bags under my eyes as I happily lead Devaan around the department. Him grabbing my hand and making me give him directions like a kid on a field trip. From the personal gym, kitchen, personal communal living space, communal showers, storage, firetruck garage, all the way to where my quarters was: he never dropped that air of confident joy that brightened my mood.

Life employing Devaan went well until the incident. Albeit he proved how he was….a little too cocky. Even before the market fire, he would flaunt his body within the premise and around town. Usually just by only wearing grey sweatpants with brown leather boots. And if you were lucky, he had underwear or a shirt on. His shoes definitely specialty-brand judging by the size of his big feet. I have to scrounge to find size 6’s for men, and it looks like he has size 14’s at best. Devaan said he was dressed to ‘always be ready for an emergency’ to gear up for service. Does not help he tended to volunteer fast when I needed help reaching tall places or do repairs without underwear. Almost made me wanna touch my worthless nub, but I knew better. Only real cocks can cum like that. Thankfully I have a micro’, otherwise He would have caught how-how-How he made me whenever I felt his cock brush against me. Right behind my small frame as he encompassed my tiny body over his larger build.

Until the incident I keep mentioning. It was the end of a storm in the middle of lower downtown, when lightning stuck the historic market square. Bunch of populated old buildings with older families still running their stores. Me and the Lads rushed to the call to Evac’ and stop the spread of the flames because the rain ended right after torching those wooden buildings. Almost lost a lot of people that night if I hadn’t kept my Lads active on protocol.

The only fatality that would have happened….would have been me.

Was in an old bookstore searching for survivors before I got the call that the owners were confirmed gone prior at a party. That was after I had started investigating the lower floor, which was the a tinderbox due to all the text making the fire even worse. Until the second floor collapse around me midway through my retreat. It happened in a blur. But I remember something violently striking the side of my face where my mask was, knocking away my only source of oxygen as it tumbled me to the ground. Before I knew it, a support column of wood collapsed on my left ARM before I could get up. Far from anyone. My uniform singeing away as my limb went numb. Smoke filling my lungs for a few minutes as I was too lost in the oxygen deprivation to even worry about burning alive as my mind grew distant.

The next thing I knew, I was being manhandled by Devaan. He was bigger in his uniform than I remembered as he pushed the column off my arm like it was nothing. Taking his mask off to let me breathe it in as he made me comfortable in his big arms. I don’t think anyone held me tight like that at all in my life till then. I was cradled in both his arms from my back to behind my legs, as he held my smaller frame to his chest. The friction of his grasp from his firm strength, it, it made me feel small again. As it rubbed my thighs between my nub in a way that felt good. I would have brushed it off if he didn’t say anything. Devaan assured me as he rushed out of a mostly burning building, as he held me closer to his face. Keeping up a sense of bravery in contrast to the smoke poisoning him. At least, this is what I assume Master said due to my delirium from the smoke.

“there he is, gooood boy. Please keep breathing, little guy, please please choking-cough. I’ll keep you safe, Boy. Just be a good Boy for me and fill up your pretty little lungs for me, Please”, Devaan’s desperation present from his physical touch of me as he broken debris to rush us out of a burning room. The way he smothered me to his chest. Groping my legs with his thick hands. His confidence even in disaster. What he called me. Even a bit of the flames pain on my body set me off. I looked at him as he focused on rescuing me as the only sign of climaxing. I shot right then and there as he saved us. The fattest load I had ever done. I don’t touch myself, I practically don’t have a dick to rub it out. Just the situation made me like so excited from being treated like this by him. At his mercy. His strength and impressive size and confidence of what he wanted of me. It made me need more. To feel like that again.

I sprained my arm. Luckily not shattered or needed it cut off, as I was more durable than I realized. Thankfully I was able to change myself before I realized my nut was so big it leaked through my uniform. Really hoping it did not spill on Devaan. Regardless of being able to take care of myself, All my Lads forced me to take the next few weeks off to recover. Which have been fine if I wasn’t so turned on. Fingering myself in the shower gets me nowhere but more frustrated. Same for watching porn of other F4g^0ts getting used by real men. I needed to CLIMAX like a boy like Me should. So….when I got recommended a cruising app I never heard of, I got a little desperate for it to work.

It hadn’t been a day when I caved and made an account. There was no one nearby save for a guy called ‘7inchHardcore’, with a really sexy profile. His dick was hidden by Calvin boxers of black fabric, highlighting a bulge I prayed for when I was young. It was pretty extensive too in what he looked for, even using some words like F^g, pet, etcm,. Terms…. I have consider myself since I was old enough to enjoy them, despite being a bit afraid getting a cute pup-hood.

It made me giddy. But I was afraid of it being someone in town that would find me as a desperate F^g. Sooo….I tried making myself a transparent freak. See if we match in terms of kink enough to meet up. I did not hold back on the levels of kink I am into. I am a bit of a no-limit sub for the right guy, no shame outside of the professional kind. But there was a specific urge I needed to take care of. To feel small, smaller than I looked. For someone to take me and make me small. Not a person. Something lesser that could not be impressive. A good little pet, or pup with a nub to match. I left the profile without images to be safe.

I was going to go bathe again, since it makes me a little happy. Hoping that it would give me enough time for A Man to send me a message first out of my own nervousness. To be worthy of him, and hopefully not get out’d by someone like the Mayor or some-family-member of one of the Lads. Outside of the red-waterproof cast on my left arm, I had my collar on in my quarters. None of my Lads ever disrupted my privacy, so I could afford to be as comfortable as possible. Including a thick pink collar one of the truckers from my gas station days gave to me. In contrast to my pale frame, and wild patches of fluff like the bush around my nub: it made me feel good keeping myself only in a dog collar when I was alone. In case I ever found a man to force me into it 24/7.

Before I even left my bed, I got a ping from ‘7inchHardcore’. He greeted me in way that made me giddy: “Sup F4g^0t, you free? Can you host?”. I almost dropped my phone onto my bed as I used it, quickly grabbing it with my more indisposed arm as my other hand went for a place….subs like me like to play with when we get excited. “Yes Sir. Yes Sir. Here (_)”, I texted back immediately as I felt my anxiety rise. My worthless nub got as hard as it could manage, as my index and middle fingers found their way into my cunt. My tired digits exploring the rim of...my….Pu-pussy as I sank them deeper into my wet hole. Still cleaned from about an hour ago after my last shower, ah-and also me not eating for about a day (whoopzies, I do it often when I get sad. Please don’t worry too Much >_<).

My collar getting tight on my neck from the stress, making my nub bounce as my stolen breathe persisted from the leather choking me. He. He made me feel like I could squirt from the words he Dm’d me on the app. The Man on the other end talked in length through text on the app as I kept invading my warm hole, the firm cunt making me sad I had no one to ruin it like they wanted. I let up about everything I was. What I needed. And what I was willing to do for that man if he allowed me to serve me like a good boy. The only noises in my quarters during out chat were from me fingering my pet pussy as a hard as my fingers could, and the whimpering I couldn’t hide in response to what he said. Staring at his perfect, tan cock pic he sent me. The veins screamed to me through my phone in a desperation for me to be the one worshiping the shaft down to the base.

As a F4g^0t, I think it is easy to get into Subspace thinking about all this. And what is worse, is that I can stay in it 24/7 if I could. Just turning off my brain and letting me and my body be useful….it would make me very happy~. WH-which made his text back to me all the more intoxicating, as he detailed how he wanted me to go about letting him into my place, and all the things he will do to me for his amusement.

I texted back how I’d take care of the steps needed for my worship was easy as possible for him. Almost jumping off the bed as I took my fingers out of my asshole, went to wash my hands quick and nabbed my bathrobe from the shower. To help hide the thick, pink leather choking me. As I rushed to open one of the gates of the courtyard for this man to use. Telling him to come by the smaller house and come into the shower with it. All unlocked, and aware I was bringing a cruiser to the local fire station. I prayed they did not piece it together who I was outside of a desperate cock-warmer.

I left everything in my living room atop the dresser by the restroom. My pink dog collar and phone resting on my white bathrobe. The space having an open door frame that led to an even more open standing shower. My Lads fitted me with a water proof cast so I was not shy cleaning myself. As I was getting into a steady beat on washing my body with some generic body wash, I heard my front door slam. My thick locks turned to keep me in.

My heart bounced at this, I was not expecting them to be here so soon. I didn’t even have a minute before I turned away to face the nozzle off in my open ended shower. No curtains or walls to hide my small, exposed body. Washing my armpits as I heard him get closer behind me. His breathing silenced by the running shower as I felt his space invade mine. A big, manly frame beside me as it got wet too. A soft by firm muscle pressing into my back as I felt his pants get wet from his invitation for more. A hefty throb in those wet pants brushing against my thighs that made me whine.

“sorry, sir. This f^g was not expecting a man so-so-”, was all that crept from my throat as I turned to see Devaan in nothing but his gray sweatpants. “Sup, F4g^0t”, He replied at my scared shock as he grabbed my neck. I was frozen as he held me there. His pants getting soaked as his feet stood next to mine. As he...appreciated me? Holding my neck like a trophy that could break if not handled to carefully. I wasn’t even choking yet. His grip was tight, and almost fully over my neck. But it made me feel ecstatic. I tried not to moan as I felt his fingers grasp me more, after he was done inspecting me. Feeling the denied parts of me surfacing again as I tried living to my promise of ‘no limits’ almost moaning as I stared at him in anticipation for his response. My eyes giving away just how much I needed this.

“What? No resistance, F4g^0t? I know exactly how you are feeling right now. Most inferiors like you ‘in hand’ 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, F4G^0T~ Mnnmh. But, I do have to admit-”, Devaan let got of me all of a sudden. The few inches of the ground he had picked me up by my neck scared me, until I felt his strong arms catch me before falling onto the floor. Rough hands placing me….lovingly onto the ground? His palms were so….nice as he gave my body more attention.

His big arms adjusting my much paler body before they tenderized 2 separate grasp on me. A big hand cupping my cheek. And another wrapping around my back from it’s length. He felt warm, even as the nozzle above us ruined the loose grey sweatpants he wore. Devaan’s face hide the cruel joy that excited me, as it took on a serious peace. Making sure to wrap some of his big fingers under my neck as another hovered over my mouth before he looked into my eyes and spoke again.

“F4g^0tor 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?”, Devaan said caressing my face. My eyes lowering again as I felt my nub throb, dragging my balls a bit forward in a bounce from the thrill I was in. Devaan made me feel so warm, I wish I could rub it out as I squished my thighs to give my nub a little friction to show him my excitement. Crushing my balls a bit from the gesture. He was everything I had wanted forever. I needed this. No matter how cruel he actually is. I needed a superior man for so long to just let go, and obey.

To stop pretending to be on my own and like it. To be…. someone’s boy. Hopefully.. His.

“Ye-”, was all that came from my desperate mouth as Devaan’s thumb and index finger invaded my mouth. I stopped breathing for a moment as he plunged those thick digits deeper and on my tongue.

“Suck.”, Devaan said as he bit his lip. His condensing eyes closed in a satisfied glare, waiting for how I respond as I reacted out of a habit I did not know was in me. Devaan’s fingers….tasted good. It was like sucking on a tender meat that never lost it’s savory flavor. I barely needed to pucker my lips or use any teeth as I inhaled the digits deeper like he wanted. Sucking on his fingers without pause as I enjoyed the smallest part of his essence. Starving for more as tried pushing my head deeper into his fingers to suck more of their area, my eyes closed to obey orders. Until two changes happened that made me stop.

Devaan was laughing lightly that made me look at him, my eyes longing for whatever he wanted as my nub constantly felt ready to bust. As I felt the water no longer hitting us from the nozzle as he stopped cradling me in the other arm. Grabbing my tongue with the fingers I was sucking, Devaan forced me to look into his eyes again as he spoke endearingly to me. “You really are the kind of F4g^0t 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 really wanted to cum after that, but I felt like Devaan had the same idea about that. Grasping my over sized balls as he moved his fingers out of my mouth and back on my cheeks. Pressing his other thumb into my nub like he was pressing an elevator button: my joy-button sinking into my bushy crotch like I never had a dick to begin with. At least 7 inches of real man meat throbbing where I was looking from Devaan’s sweatpants as I looked up to him to reply. Nesting my face deeper into his rough hand as I tried to be loud with my response.

The taste of his fingers lingering on my tongue as my shaky voice went on autopilot for my desires: “Yes. PLEase, Sir. This inferior F4g^0t Consents to whatever you want. SIR. Wherever. 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 F4g^0t’s apology as use it however you like, pl-please SIR”.

My voice cracking as I let it All out. I was shaking from being honest with myself, eager for what He wanted of me. Shame hitting my gut as my worthless button throbbed against Devaan’s thumb with a wet cry. Devaan responded by doing two things wordlessly. He dropped his ruined sweatpants to his feet as he forced my head down to his crotch without looking to me. Face first into what I missed: a real cock that was born to be worshiped. It was as thick as wide candy bar. Veiny. Steamy, it was darker than the rest of Devaan as his pretty cock tip peaked from a long hoodie of foreskin I wish I had from my cut nub. The flesh-toned head throbbing above my nose as the smell of his musk hit me hard. It was clean, but it had that smell that made me crazy for Devaan.

Without looking at me, Devaan spoke as if this was a casual encounter: “Be a good boy for me. Deep-throat it. Tongue my foreskin before you inhale my whole prick for a solid minute. And THEN, I will grace you with a full night of me as your Owner. Get. To. It.”. On my knees, I was at the perfect height to show this cock what I was.

I kissed his hooded to, smelling it in the middle of my damp shower like it was a rose. Letting out a whine as I closed my eyes to get deeper in the mood from my past experience. I let my lips lock with the foreskin as I buried my tongue into it. His big cock tip was salty, and tasted incredible. Kinda close to Devaan’s musk but more: his manliness was like many savory-sweet spices I was starved of for so long. It kept oozing precum I drank like a slow-drip honey bottle until I locked in over the whole cock.

Parting my mouth as a I presented my tongue out from my extending jaw. Despite our size difference, I knew how to inhale a cock bigger than me. Using my tongue to guide my way down the addicting piece of steaming meat as my lips carefully covered his veiny shaft. No teeth clutching his dick as I began breathing through my nose as I forced my head into his hairless groin as if it was a snorkel. His cock something I needed to use to inhale oxygen as I took all 7 inches of this uncut treasure.

I counted the seconds as I tried looking up to Devaan for his approval. Unable to due to my position as I whined. In love by my situation. I was crying tears of joy as I breathed in a Real Man’s cock, imagining how life would have been if I accepted him as my superior when I did the interview. Uncaring as he took me then, parading me as his Pet to my lads before ruining me with his dick in my own office.

His cock tasted amazing as the bed of my tongue washed the tan muscle left-and-right like a big ice-lolli I was sucking on. Devaan groaned loudly….as he kept petting my head. My eyes cringing in joy as he dug his big fingers in my hairline with one of his hands. Until I felt one of his big feet step from the sweatpants and onto my nub.

Resting over my balls in a steady pressure as if stepping on the acceleration of a car. It made my head feel light as his big foot crushed my useless nuts slowly-harder-and-harder. My long sack stretching from his cruel stomp as he squished them like an insect under his soles,

I did not even flinch as I sucked harder from my deep-throating. The pain made me eager to make my Man cum faster at any cost to my body. Impaling my throat faster-and-faster as I bobbed my head into his crotch as a response, my tongue swirling more eagerly as I served him without using my hands. Devaan laughed hard at that. Loud enough that I did not care if anyone passing could hear….as he petted my head more, tenderly squishing his thick palm into my scalp satisfied.

“Good Puppy. FUCK, you are living up to your profile wayyy to much”, Devaan boasted as he yanked me off his beautiful cock by my head. Catching my breathe a few inches away from the dick I was born to be under, desperate to taste it longer until Devaan snapped his fingers to look up to his face. Spittle and slim from my throat trailing from his mouth, my lips quivering toward the perfect shaft I was made to serve as it wagged a few inches away from my face. The cocktip bouncing from it’s release as it drooled more precum.

“Well, boy. You have earned my time after all. I will be using you all night. And depending on how good you are to me, I will want you all the time. Like my good Puppy. Which reminds me as to why I can’t be abusing that throat of yours till later. A F^g like you needs more than this. If you’re gonna be my puppy, or F4g^0t 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~”, he said to me he helped me up.

Devaan got me on my feet as he lead me out of the shower, wet and aroused. Leading me naked in my own house like he owned the place. I was ready to sign him over the whole property if it meant being his my whole life if I could. This giant guy 10 years my junior; a beefcake built like a pro-wrestler that lead me as he held my non-broken hands into the living room. His big cock swinging with wet slaps as his wide frame towered in front of my smaller one. “F4g^0t, where do you keep the towels?”, Devaan asked of me as he stopped right in front of the shower. Before I answered, I let my desire speak for me as I cuddled by the big arm holding my hand. Rubbing my face against his biceps as I looked up to him before responding: “the top drawer where my phone is, Sir”.

Devaan looked down at me as he realized how I was holding onto him. Hehe, he smiled really softly at me, I think he knew how much I needed this too. Before I knew it, Devaan ripped himself away from me as he turned his naked body to mine. As he pried down to kiss my forehead. I gotta dizzy from the dismissal turned physical appreciation. “Good Pet, stay there so I can dry us off.”, he said right after. Rubbing my stiff nub a little with his big fingers before walking few feet away to grab the towels and something else on top of the dresser.

He dried himself very quickly. Letting me admire his big body a few feet away as I stood obediently for whatever he could need Me for. Admiring his hands work over his muscle and mostly hairless body with a small towel made for someone as tiny as me. After he was done, Devaan approached me with a different towel, dropping the other one to the ground as he ordered me to take a special position. “Arms and legs spread, hand’s behind your head as I take care of you.”, waiting for me to obey as instincts made me follow his commands fast. Devaan worked….slowly to get me dry, as his rough hands found their way all over my smaller body. Thorough, tender, and precise. I really wished it was his tough palms groping me instead of my towel, but that need was replaced with what happened after he finished.

As a very familiar leather strap found it’s way around my neck, as Devaan whistled absentmindedly tightening my thick dog collar. Making sure to remind me to stay in position even as he petted my head when he was done. “Good Puppy, now that is the F4g^0t I was hoping to see today”, Devaan cooed at me. Suggested my next course of action by forcing me onto my hands and knees. Pushing my head down as I hoped I could be honored with worshiping his cock fully. Until he said; “I will be treating you like my pet, so how about you follow me like a good puppy on all 4s. Boy”.

I stopped holding the back of head as his hand let go, getting on all fours: my palms and knees ready to follow my Man as he walked like the only person in the room. Really wishing he had a leash to lead me by. Lil-Like the dog I was compared to him.

Devaan led us to the front door of my quarters leading to the courtyard. Still naked, he got the door unlocked as he whipped his hand in front of me. I sat like a proper pet in front of where he wanted me to wait: in front of this big boots he always wore. “I need to head out to get things to treat you right, F4g^0t. 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 F^g like you happy until I get back~”, Devaan teased as he petted my head before opening the door.

Uncaring if anyone passing by to see their boss on all 4s behind a naked Devaan. As he closed the door behind him without saying another word as I let my instincts act for. Desperate for the chance to please my superior. As I wasted no time trying to taste as much of his essence until I was lucky enough to have the rest of the Man these boots belonged to, to worship. Hoping what I do next is good enough for him to keep me in my place as his.

P.S. Devaan here. Another reason we will just keep this story non-descriptive with identity factors is also due to how much of an HR violation our romance is. I love my Pup extremely, and our story will only be getting worse in terms of those violations only consenting, adults can achieve together. If you are curious what is happening to my new Pet, you’ll see next time just how much he is willing to make me a very happy man.