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He had already caught my eye at the bar.
Dark eyes, calm dominance, no loud demeanor—just this quiet certainty in his posture.
I knew immediately: if he wanted me to, I would willingly lay myself at his feet.
And he wanted me to.
“Come with me,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I followed. My stomach tingled, my legs felt light, and my heart beat faster because I didn’t know what was about to happen – only that I wanted it to.
His apartment smelled of leather and wood. A place where rules reigned and lust had consequences.
He turned to me, smiled briefly, controlled.
“Take your clothes off.”
The command was quiet. But in my body, it ignited like fire.
I obeyed. Piece by piece.
Shirt. Pants. Underwear.
Naked in front of him, breathless, tense.
He walked slowly around me, like someone looking at a possession before actually taking it.
His fingertips stroked my shoulder, my back, then my butt. I trembled.
“Today you are my pup.”
It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a condition, a promise, a contract.
I nodded—hungry, willing, ready.
“Say it.”
“I’m your pup.”
He smiled contentedly and fetched the collar. Black leather, solid, with a D-ring in front.
When he put it on me, not only did the buckle close, but so did the rest of the world.
There was only him. And me. And this game.
“On all fours.”
My knees lowered as if by themselves. A humiliating, exciting click in my head—submissive.
The feeling of the floor beneath me, the weight of the collar, his footsteps behind me: I was no longer a man. I was pup.
“Good.”
He patted me briefly on the back of the head. My cock twitched, hard and tense.
Then I heard the sound that made my heart race: the snap of the leash on the metal ring of my collar.
“You follow. No words. Only sounds. Yes?”
I nodded again.
“Woof.”
The raise of his eyebrow told me I had passed the test.
He led me through the apartment, the leash taut, my gaze fixed on the floor.
Every tug on the leash sent a jolt of electricity through my spine and straight to my cock.
I was his. And I wanted more.
He stopped in the bedroom.
“Position.”
I knew instinctively what he meant: knees apart, hands on the floor, butt up, cock exposed.
I heard his breathing, heavier now.
“Good pup.”
His hands slid over my hips, then a slap on my ass—sharp, hot, perfect.
I moaned, deep and dirty.
He leaned forward, his voice hot against my ear.
“When I take you, you bark for me.”
A shiver ran through me, a desperate need to be used.
“Woof.”
He opened a drawer. I heard latex, bottle, gloves.
Everything conscious. Everything controlled. Everything safe.
I wasn’t broken—I was guided. And that was so much more intense.
A cold drop of lube, then his finger against my entrance.
“Relax, pup.”
I did. His finger slid in, deep, slow, demanding.
I gasped, whimpered softly like a dog wanting more.
“Good boy,” he murmured. “So beautifully receptive.”
Another finger. More stretching. More pleasure. No dignity — but total freedom.
I lost myself in the rhythm of his hand, in the pull of the leash, in the feeling of being wanted and used.
Then I felt him — hot, hard, at my opening.
“Say the safe word.”
“Green,” I gasped, desire burning in every cell.
“Good. Then hold on tight.”
He penetrated me. Deep. Controlled. Demanding.
A sound escaped me—half bark, half moan.
He gripped the leash tighter, pulling my head back as he filled me.
I was nothing but obedience and lust.
“This is how I take my pup,” he gasped, his hips hard, rhythmic.
I begged for more without words—just sounds, whimpers, pants.
He grabbed my cock, rubbing me at the same pace, brutally perfect.
“Come for your Dom.”
The command tore me to the floor.
I came hard, twitching, loud—a dirty, helpless yes to everything we were.
He followed seconds later, deep inside me, moaning, possessive.
Silence.
Just breath, skin, warmth.
He took off the leash, loosened the collar.
His hand stroked my neck gently.
“Well done. Now you’re my man again.”
I turned to him, exhausted, happy, completely clear-headed.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He kissed me—slowly, tenderly, the opposite of everything before.
“Good pup.”