The first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, stirring Sohan from his deep, contented sleep. His body ached in the best way, every muscle relaxed yet marked by the night's unyielding connection. Ansh's thick cock was still buried deep inside his ass, a firm, warm presence that made Sohan's hole clench instinctively around it. The weight of Ansh's hand rested possessively on his junk, fingers loosely curled around his soft dick and balls, as if even in sleep, Ansh claimed ownership.
Sohan shifted slightly, a soft whimper escaping his lips as the movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him. His ass felt stretched and full, slick with the remnants of last night's lube and pre-cum. He turned his head, gazing at Ansh's sleeping face—strong jaw relaxed, dark hair tousled. The sight made Sohan's mouth water, his submissive urges bubbling up immediately. Carefully, so as not to wake his master too abruptly, Sohan eased himself forward, feeling Ansh's cock slide out of his ass with a wet pop. A trickle of fluid leaked from his hole, dripping down his thighs, but he ignored it, focused on his need to serve.
Kneeling between Ansh's legs on the bed, Sohan leaned in, his breath hot against Ansh's morning wood. The cock was semi-hard, glistening slightly from their overnight union. Sohan parted his lips and took the head into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip to taste the salty skin. He sucked gently at first, drawing it deeper, his cheeks hollowing as he bobbed his head. Ansh stirred, a low groan rumbling from his chest as his eyes fluttered open.
"Good pup," Ansh murmured, voice husky with sleep. His hand moved to tangle in Sohan's hair, guiding the rhythm. Sohan moaned around the thickening shaft, taking it further until it nudged the back of his throat. He gagged softly but pushed on, saliva dripping down the length as he worked his mouth up and down. His own dick twitched, hardening under the weight of Ansh's earlier grip, but he didn't touch himself—service came first. Ansh's hips bucked lazily, fucking into Sohan's willing mouth, the sounds of wet slurps filling the room.
Ansh's breathing quickened, his grip tightening. "That's it, take it all. Swallow every drop like the hungry dog you are." Sohan hummed in agreement, sucking harder, his tongue pressing flat against the underside. With a final thrust, Ansh came, hot spurts flooding Sohan's mouth. Sohan gulped it down eagerly, not spilling a bit, licking the cock clean afterward with devoted laps.
Ansh pulled him up for a rough kiss, tasting himself on Sohan's tongue. "Perfect start to the day, pup. Now, get dressed. Wear something dark today—black pants, maybe that hoodie. Can't have you leaking all over and giving away what a messy slut you are if you run into anyone outside."
Sohan nodded obediently, his cheeks flushed. "Yes, Sir. I'll hide it all for you."
The day dragged for Sohan, every step a reminder of his filled ass from the night before, a subtle ache that kept him aroused and leaking pre-cum into his dark jeans. He busied himself with chores around the house, always mindful of Ansh's rules, his mind replaying the morning's blowjob in vivid detail.
By evening, the front door clicked open, and Ansh stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket. There, on all fours by the main door just as instructed, waited Sohan—naked except for a simple collar around his neck, his body poised like an eager pet. As soon as Ansh's eyes met his, Sohan let out a sharp, playful bark, tailbone wiggling in excitement.
Ansh's face lit up with a grin, pride swelling in his chest. "There's my good boy. Such a loyal pup, waiting right here." He dropped to one knee, reaching out to pet Sohan's head, fingers scratching behind his ears before trailing down to ruffle his hair. Sohan leaned into the touch, nuzzling Ansh's hand with a contented whine, his cock already stirring at the praise.
Ansh stood, clipping a leash to the collar. "Stay. Let me get dinner sorted." He led Sohan to the kitchen on all fours, the tile cool against Sohan's palms and knees. Ansh prepared a simple meal—grilled chicken and rice for himself, portioned out on a plate at the table. For Sohan, he mixed the same into a shallow bowl, setting it on the floor beside his chair.
Sitting down, Ansh tugged the leash to draw Sohan close. "Eat up, pup. No hands—like the dog you are. Lap it from the bowl if you have to." Sohan's face burned with humiliation and thrill, but he obeyed without hesitation, lowering his head to the floor. His tongue darted out, lapping at the warm food, grains sticking to his chin as he ate messily. Ansh watched, fork in hand, occasionally reaching down to pet Sohan's back or smack his ass lightly. "Look at you, devouring it like a real mutt. Makes me hard just seeing how low you'll go for me."
Sohan barked softly between bites, his body trembling with submission, the twisted intimacy binding them tighter with every degrading act.
With dinner finished, Ansh set his plate aside and glanced down at Sohan, still lapping the last bits from his bowl on the floor. A satisfied smirk crossed Ansh's face as he reached out, delivering a sharp smack to Sohan's exposed ass. The impact made Sohan's cheeks jiggle, a red handprint blooming on the pale skin, and Sohan yelped, his body jolting forward.
"Good pup, all fed," Ansh said, his voice low and commanding. He unclipped the leash from Sohan's collar and tugged his chin up to meet his gaze. "Now, crawl to your room. Wait for me there."
Sohan nodded eagerly, his face smeared with bits of rice, heart pounding with anticipation. He turned and scampered on all fours down the hallway, the smack still stinging pleasantly on his ass. In the bedroom, he climbed onto the bed as instructed earlier, positioning himself on his knees and elbows, ass raised high in the air. His hole twitched, exposed and vulnerable, already leaking a thin trail of arousal down his thighs. He buried his face in the pillow, breathing deeply to calm his nerves, knowing what was coming.
Ansh entered a few minutes later, stripping off his shirt to reveal his toned chest. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand trailing possessively over Sohan's upturned ass. "Today, pup, we're going deeper. I'm going to fist you. You ready for that?"
Sohan whimpered into the pillow, nodding. "Yes, Sir. I want it. Teach me."
Ansh chuckled, squirting a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. "Fisting isn't just shoving a hand in—it's about trust, stretching you slow until you can take my whole fist inside your greedy hole. We'll start easy. Spread your legs wider." Sohan obeyed, his knees sliding apart on the sheets. Ansh's slick fingers circled Sohan's rim, teasing the puckered entrance before pressing one inside. Sohan gasped, the intrusion familiar yet thrilling, his ass clenching around the digit.
"Relax, breathe through it," Ansh instructed, working the finger in and out, twisting to coat the inner walls. He added a second finger quickly, scissoring them to open Sohan up. The burn was immediate, a delicious stretch that made Sohan's cock harden and drip onto the bed. "Feel that? That's just the start. Fisting means your ass swallows my knuckles, my wrist—turning you into a proper hole for my pleasure."
Sohan moaned, pushing back against the fingers. "More, Sir... please." Ansh obliged, sliding in a third finger, pumping them deeper, curling to brush Sohan's prostate. Sparks of pleasure shot through Sohan, his body trembling as Ansh stretched him wider. "Good boy. Now four. Hold still." The fourth finger breached him, the fullness intense, bordering on overwhelming. Ansh twisted his hand, forming a cone shape, lubing everything generously. Sohan's breaths came in pants, sweat beading on his skin, but the pain melted into ecstasy as Ansh rocked his hand, fucking him with the fingers.
"You're doing so well, pup. Tuck your thumb in—imagine that's my fist forming. It'll lock in place, filling you completely, pressing on every nerve inside." Ansh withdrew slightly, then pushed forward, his knuckles nudging Sohan's rim. Sohan cried out, the pressure building as Ansh worked patiently, alternating between four fingers and tucking his thumb to mimic the fist. After what felt like an eternity of teasing and stretching, Ansh pressed harder. "Push out for me. Take it." With a pop, his knuckles slipped past the ring of muscle, and Sohan howled in bliss, his ass engulfing Ansh's hand up to the wrist.
Ansh froze, letting Sohan adjust, his free hand stroking Sohan's back. "There we go. Fisted like a champ. Feel how deep I am? Your hole's gripping me tight." He rotated his wrist slowly, the motion sending waves of intense pleasure through Sohan, who bucked and whined, his cock throbbing untouched. Ansh punched in shallow thrusts, careful not to overwhelm, drawing out gasps and pleas. "This is what fisting does—makes you feel owned, stretched beyond limits, begging for more."
For a full hour, Ansh worked Sohan's ass with his fist, varying the depth and speed, whispering encouragements and details about the sensation—the way Sohan's walls molded around his hand, the obscene squelch of lube, the total surrender in Sohan's body. Sohan came twice from the prostate stimulation alone, spurting onto the sheets without permission, but Ansh only laughed and smacked his thigh. "Messy pup. We'll clean that up later."
Finally, Ansh eased his fist out with a wet slurp, leaving Sohan's hole gaping and fluttering. Sohan collapsed forward, boneless and spent. Ansh patted his ass. "Go get yourself clean, pup. Shower off that sweat and cum. I'm not done with you yet—gonna fuck you hard tonight."
Sohan stumbled to the bathroom on shaky legs, the warm water soothing his sore muscles and tender hole. He washed thoroughly, fingers probing gently to clean inside, his mind racing with the afterglow of the fisting. Dried and fresh, he returned to the bed, where Ansh waited naked, his cock rigid and ready.
Ansh flipped Sohan onto his back, hooking his legs over broad shoulders. "Ass up, just like before." Without preamble, Ansh slammed in, his thick cock spearing through the loosened ring. Sohan arched, screaming in pleasure as Ansh set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward to bury himself balls-deep with every thrust. The bed creaked under the force, Ansh's hands pinning Sohan's wrists above his head, dominating every inch.
"Take it, pup—hard and deep, just how you need it," Ansh growled, pounding relentlessly. His cock dragged over Sohan's sensitive walls, hitting his prostate with punishing accuracy. Sohan writhed, his own dick slapping against his stomach, pre-cum slicking his abs. Ansh leaned down, biting Sohan's neck as he rutted faster, the slap of skin echoing. Sohan's ass clenched around the invading shaft, milking it desperately.
Sweat poured off them, Ansh's grunts mixing with Sohan's moans. He shifted angles, driving even harder, chasing his release. "Gonna fill you up again—mark you inside." With a roar, Ansh came, flooding Sohan's ass with hot cum, his thrusts erratic as he rode out the orgasm. The sensation pushed Sohan over the edge, his cock erupting between them, ropes of semen painting his chest.
Ansh collapsed beside him, pulling Sohan into his arms, both panting. After catching his breath, Ansh nuzzled his ear. "Now, pup, tell me your dirty secrets. Those fantasies you've been hiding—spill them. What do you want me to do to you in the future? Be detailed. I want every filthy thought."
Sohan flushed, his body still humming from the sex, but the command stirred something deeper. He turned to face Ansh, voice soft at first but growing bolder. "Sir... one fantasy is being your full-time pet, leashed all day, crawling everywhere, even when you have friends over. You make me service them—suck their cocks while you watch, or let them fuck my mouth while you take my ass. Gangbangs where I'm the center, passed around, covered in cum, begging for more.
"I dream of public humiliation too—walking me on a leash in a park at night, making me piss like a dog on a tree, then bending me over to fuck me right there, not caring who hears. Or edging me for days, locking my cock in a cage, denying orgasms until I break, then ruining them so I leak without relief.
"Darker stuff... breath play, your hand around my throat while you fist me again, or choking on your cock until I see stars. Watersports—you pissing on me in the shower, marking me as yours, making me drink if I misbehave. And pain mixed with pleasure: nipple clamps, spanking until I'm bruised, hot wax dripping on my balls while you pound me.
"In the future, I want you to train me harder—plug my ass all week with bigger toys, prepare me for double penetration, maybe even strap-ons so you can fuck both ends. Take me to a club, tie me up on stage for others to use. Own me completely, Sir—tattoo your name on my ass, collar me permanently. Make me your slutty, broken pup forever." Sohan's words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered, his cock twitching anew at the confessions, eyes locked on Ansh's with desperate need.
Ansh's eyes darkened with a mix of possessiveness and lust as he listened to Sohan's confessions, his hand tightening on the submissive's hip. He pulled Sohan closer, their sweat-slicked bodies pressing together, Ansh's softening cock smearing cum against Sohan's thigh. 'Well, well, aren't you my little cumdump and ragdoll,' Ansh murmured, his voice a gravelly rumble that sent shivers down Sohan's spine. 'But you're a secret boy, dear—my little dirty secret. And I don't like sharing my pup with anyone. Moreover, you're my brother. What will my friends think?' He paused, nipping at Sohan's earlobe, then added with a wicked grin, 'But yes, I will take you to a gay club to get fucked.'
Sohan whimpered at the promise, his hole still throbbing from the earlier pounding, a fresh leak of Ansh's cum trickling out. The possessiveness in Ansh's tone only fueled his arousal, making his cock twitch against Ansh's leg. Ansh stood abruptly, pulling away to strip off the rest of his clothes if any remained, his muscular frame fully exposed under the dim bedroom light. There, etched boldly across his torso in stark black ink, was the word 'Alpha'—a declaration of dominance that made Sohan's mouth water.
'Look at that, pup,' Ansh said, flexing his chest to make the tattoo ripple. 'That's me—your Alpha. Now, come here and show your respect.' He raised one arm, exposing the dark patch of hair in his underarm, the musky scent hitting Sohan like a drug. 'Lick my underarms. Smell them deep. Worship your owner's body.'
Sohan crawled forward on the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress, face lifting eagerly to Ansh's side. He buried his nose into the warm, hairy hollow first, inhaling sharply—the sharp tang of sweat mixed with Ansh's natural masculine odor filling his lungs, making his head spin with submission. 'Smells so good, Sir... like you own me,' Sohan murmured, tongue darting out to lap at the skin. He licked broad strokes, tasting the salt on his flat tongue, tracing the coarse hairs as he cleaned every inch. Ansh groaned, his free hand tangling in Sohan's hair to hold him in place, guiding him to switch sides. Sohan repeated the ritual, sucking lightly on the damp skin, his cock hardening fully again from the intimate degradation.
'Good boy, that's how you mark yourself with my scent,' Ansh praised, his voice thick. He pushed Sohan back gently after a few minutes, eyes gleaming. 'But it's time to get you hairless on all body parts—your cage arrives tomorrow, and only your face hair should prevail. Smooth as a proper pup, ready for me to lock up that needy dick.'
Sohan nodded, heart racing at the mention of the chastity cage, his body already anticipating the denial. Ansh grabbed his wrist, leading him naked down the hall to the bathroom, the cool tile floor a shock against Sohan's feet. The bright overhead light flicked on, illuminating the space as Ansh rummaged in the cabinet for the hair removal cream—a thick, white lotion designed to strip away every follicle below the neck.
'On your knees in the shower, pup,' Ansh ordered, pointing to the tiled enclosure. Sohan obeyed, dropping down as Ansh squeezed a generous dollop of cream into his palm. 'Spread your legs wide—arms up too. I want every bit covered: chest, pits, balls, ass crack. No hair left for me to tug when I fuck you.' He started at Sohan's chest, rubbing the cool cream in firm circles over the sparse hairs there, coating nipples that hardened under the touch. Sohan shivered, the chemical tingle beginning almost immediately as Ansh worked downward, slathering his stomach and then gripping Sohan's cock to lift it, applying the cream thickly to his balls and the base.
'Feel that burn starting? That's your body hair dying off for me,' Ansh said, smirking as he turned Sohan around. 'Bend over, ass cheeks spread.' Sohan braced his hands on the shower wall, arching his back to present his hole, still puffy and slick from the fisting and fuck. Ansh parted the globes, squirting more cream directly onto the sensitive skin around Sohan's rim, fingers massaging it in deep—circling the puckered entrance, dipping just inside to ensure full coverage. The sensation was intense, a mix of itch and warmth that made Sohan's ass clench, pushing out a bubble of residual cum.
Ansh didn't stop there, coating the backs of Sohan's thighs, calves, even his feet, before moving to the arms and underarms, mirroring the worship from earlier but now stripping away Sohan's own scent. 'You're gonna be so smooth, pup—my blank canvas to mark and use. Wait ten minutes like this, no rinsing yet. Let it work.' He stepped back, admiring his handiwork, then joined Sohan in the shower, turning on the water to a lukewarm spray that cascaded over them both. Ansh soaped his own body leisurely, his cock half-hard again as he watched Sohan kneel there, body tingling, exposed and obedient.
After the time was up, Ansh grabbed the detachable showerhead, aiming the strong jet at Sohan's skin to rinse away the cream and the dissolving hairs. Patches of smooth, pink flesh emerged—chest bare, balls glistening hair-free, ass crack wiped clean. Sohan moaned softly as the water hit his freshly sensitive areas, every nerve alive. Ansh ran his hands over the results, pinching a nipple, cupping the smooth sack. 'Perfect. Now dry off and back to bed. Tomorrow, that cage goes on, and your training ramps up. But tonight, you're sleeping with my cock plugged in your ass again—keep you full and reminded.'
Sohan stood on wobbly legs, toweling dry under Ansh's watchful eye, his skin baby-soft and hyper-aware of every brush of fabric. The promise of the club, the cage, and endless possession made his pulse thrum, ready for whatever Ansh demanded next.
Sohan stood on wobbly legs in the steamy bathroom, the towel gliding over his baby-soft skin under Ansh's piercing gaze. Every rough thread scraped against his hyper-aware body, sending shivers down his spine. The air hummed with the promise of the club later—the dim lights, the cold metal cage waiting to claim him, Ansh's unyielding possession wrapping around his every thought. His pulse thrummed in his ears, cock twitching at the mere idea of what Ansh would demand next. But Ansh turned away without a word, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as he strode out, leaving Sohan alone to finish preparing.
