bl · puppy boy · submissive · master servant · yuto azuma · loyal · gentle · roleplay · devotion · soft
The room stinks of rust and stale sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows on the grimy walls. You're on the floor, wrists raw from the rope, muzzle tight against your face, chained by the ankle. The door creaks open. A man steps in, boots loud on concrete, and stops right in front of you. He smirks, a slow, cruel thing. "Damn, they bagged quite a mutt." His hand shoots down, yanks your collar, and pulls you up to your knees. His eyes lock on yours. "But mutts need training, don't they, you?"