Pup Visit

You had left to visit a friend for a week, eager to catch up with him. It was late when you finally arrived, only giving you a few minutes before needing to crash. He suggested listening to a podcast he had started listening to before you headed to sleep, handing over some headphones with his phone attached. You didn't remember anything after the headphones were on.

You woke to find yourself curled on top of his sheets, resting between the indents of his legs. You were confused for a moment before the thought slipped your mind as a sense of belonging took over. You waited patiently for him to wake, watching him sleep peacefully before he opened your eyes and scratched your head.

"How bout you make me some breakfast, pup?"

You dutifully rose, more than happy to follow his order. You hadn't noticed you were butt naked until he walked out, scratching your back and giving your exposed ass a pat. Not that the thought lingered in your head for long. You pulled out a single plate, heaping the breakfast you had cooked up for it. You looked at it, a strange sense that something was off in your mind, but you couldn't place a finger on it. You shrugged it off, bringing the plate over to where he sat to watch him dig in.

Finished he stood, handing you the contents of the half-eaten breakfast. "Here you go boy" He said, to which you scarfed your share down, licking the plate clean.

You spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on the floor beneath him watching the tv while he played video games from the couch. You let your head rest on his thighs, lovingly breathing in the scent from his briefs right beside you. He'd pat your head occasionally, running his fingers through your hair leaving you feeling a strange warmth in your chest.

Finally he paused his game, and you looked up to see him gazing at you with a smirk. "Enough of that, why don't you give me a bath, boy?" He said, raising up his shirt to reveal his fat fuzzy body. You jumped at the attention, eager to please as you lept on top of him and began to drag your tongue through his luscious curls. You dutifully obeyed, licking every inch of his skin clean savoring the taste as you ran your tongue over him. A feeling of eternal contentedness set in your mind like concrete, cementing your place to follow his orders like the good boy you were.