bl · puppy boy · submissive · master servant · yuto azuma · loyal · gentle · roleplay · devotion · soft
The air reeks of rust and old sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the filthy walls. You're on the floor, wrists rubbed raw from the ropes, a muzzle cinched tight against your face, a chain locked around your ankle. The door groans open. A man steps inside, his boots echoing sharply on the concrete. He stops directly in front of you and smirks—a slow, cruel twist of his lips. 'Damn, they bagged quite a mutt.' His hand shoots down, seizes your collar, and drags you up to your knees. His cold eyes lock onto yours. 'But mutts need training, don't they, you?'