Phill had stopped listening to Andy at some point, having gotten to caught up in his own thoughts.
'Should i do it? Wouldn't i be taking advantage of him? But what he wants would be far worse for him...'
He looked at the young man whose words had turned more and more incoherent.
'Who knows what'll happen to him if i just let him leave like this...' It only took Phill another look at Andy to make his decision.
He cleared his throat. "Uhm, Andy?" Andy looked up with a scared expression on his face, obviously afraid of Phill's reaction.
"Have you ever heard of pup-play?" Andy's expression turned blank at the older man's words.
Phill noticed Andy's confusion and opened something on his computer, before turning the monitor to face Andy.
"Take a look at this." The monitor had the image of a young man with a leather dog mask on it.
Andy looked back at Phill after a moment, even more confused.
Phill cleared his throat again. "You see, we can both clearly tell that this need you have is an unhealthy product of you captivity, right?"
Andy looked phill in the eyes and nodded, still confused.
The older man continued. "But its not like this is something that can be turned off, right?" "Right." Andy said quietly and nodded.
"So i think that something like this may help you in turning your 'need' into a 'fetish'."
Andy looked down and seemed to fall into thought.
"If you're open to that, then you could move into an empty room in my house, until we've managed to redirect your needs and accustom you to a mostly normal life again." Phill paused for a moment to let Andy think about his words, before continuing.
"But if that seems like too much at once to you, then we could start you off in the shelter, either as a dog or food bowl,
and slowly move you up until you can see yourself as more than an object." He paused again, his eyes falling on his contact book.
"I also have a friend i could recommend you to. He's usually only interested it 'pups' that have more experience, but i think he'd like you."
Phill paused again after this, tough not intentionally this time. He was hesitating, unsure whether he should mention the last option.
"There is one last option. If you really feel that you can't, or don't want to, make your own decisions anymore,
then i would be willing to take you in on a more permanent basis. I could also adopt Fido, if you want me to.
But i want to make one thing clear; there's no backing out if that's what you want.
Letting you just walk out after you've told me that you can't take care of yourself or make your own choices would be irresponsible."
Phill's errection was straining against his pants, making him feel a bit ashamed of himself.
The young man in front of him was desperate and on the brink of making terrible life choices, he couldn't just think with his dick in this situation.