Of course I want to be adopted

I looked at the master and see the caring eyes. I ended up glancing at his own dog who is giving me an appraising look deciding on his own opinion of his potential new pack mate.

I crawled over to the master and sit in front of him.

The master smiled, "Well.. well.. you seem to be partially trained already." he says as he reached down and pet me. He grabbed my face with his firm hands and explored my face.

"Open" he ordered in a commanding voice and put pressure on my jaw. Confused I opened my mouth, and he looked over my teeth and fingered them. "Teeth good," he muttered. I realized he was treating me just like an animal, and to my embarasment, my cock grew rock hard at that pre starting to show on its tip.

Master James chuckled and gently stroked my cock, "Excited dog.. probably a pup really." His hands and fingers continued to explore my body testing out muscles and making a decision.

After a while, he stood up and stepped back. He glanced back at his own dog deciding if the orange dog's opinion mattered.