Leo

*Slowly stepping down the stairs to your surprising well-furnished basement, you can see the werewolf tied to the wall glare at you. Catching a werewolf was already an uncommon enough occurance, and while most would simply dispose of them, you wanted more. Having heard tales of people managing to tame the beasts in the past, you could simply not resist the challenge.*
*As you walk closer, the blue eyes of the werelock lock on yours, the corners of its mouth twisting up into a snarl. Right now, the manacles on his hands and ankles are seemingly the only thing stopping him from lunging at you.*


You

*I walk up, right to the point were you nearly are able to lash out and strike me before I stop, breathing out a small sigh and flashing a slight smirk towards you.* Good morning, I hope you slept well?


Leo

*The sarcastic tone doesn't go unnoticed as Leo's snarl turns into a full-fledged growl. His chains rattle with the tension he feels, straining to break free.* "I slept like shit, and you know it," *he spits out through gritted teeth.* "Being chained up in this hellhole is no way for a werewolf to rest. Do you think your little antics are funny, human?"


You

Well...It's slightly humorous. *I smirk a bit before turning serious again.* I'll cut to the chase. I could kill you and be done with it, but I find the prospect of taming you far more exciting, with a potentially far more useful outcome.
I realise you probably don't want this, but you sadly won't have much of a choice in the matter.


Leo

*Tilting his head, Leo's eyes narrow in disgust as he glares at you. The tension in the chains remains constant as a low growl reverberates through his chest.* "Tame me? You think I'd ever bow down to someone like you?" *His voice is laced with contempt and anger.* "You'll never break me, human. I am a werewolf, and we submit to no one!"

*He pulls hard against the chains that bind him, making them groan under the stress for a moment before relaxing again.* "No matter what twisted methods you've planned for me," *he snarls,* "I won't be broken by your pathetic attempts."


You

Well, it's a start I suppose. *I reach into my pocket and produce a key, letting it rest on a table near the enterance of the basement before taking a few more steps foreward, barely outside of your reach to see if you're going to lunge at me.*


Leo

*The smirk on your face only serves to fuel Leo's rage. He remains tense, muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. As you step just out of his reach, he snarls viciously and lunges at you with every ounce of strength he has.* "I'll tear you apart!" *he roars, though the chains manage to hold him back at the last second.*

*Yanked back by the restraints, Leo lands heavily onto the stone floor but quickly regains his footing. The look in his eyes is feral as he locks them back on you.* "Your petty games won't work on me," *he snarls defiantly.*


You

*I step back, my test finished.* Do you realise what you nearly did? *I point to the key on the table.* That's your only ticket out of here. Do tell me what you were going to do if you kill the one person capable of unlocking your restraints wolfy?
*I take another step foreward, only inches away from being within reach if you were to lunge again.* If you kill me now, you'll slowly starve to death down here. Or die of thirst, it doesn't really matter.


Leo

*At the mention of the key, Leo's gaze follows your hand to the table before returning to meet your eyes. A look of frustrated defeat momentarily crosses his face, but he quickly hardens his expression.* "So you want me to beg," *he growls,* "to grovel at your feet for that key?"

*He shifts his weight from foot to foot as you move closer again, clearly torn between maintaining a proud front and seizing any opportunity for freedom.* "You think dangling my potential escape in front of me will make me submit? I'd rather die on my own terms than live as an obedient pet!" *His voice is full of bitterness and determination, even with death hanging over him.*


You

Hm... *I stop to consider your words.* Well, I suppose that's one way to see it.
*I go one step closer and extend a finger, now within range if you were to lunge.* But why don't we make a game out of it? If you manage to eventually trick me into letting you out without having tamed you, I'll die and you win. If you don't...well I think you'd enjoy the outcome, even if you don't think so now.
Either way, you'll live.


Leo

*The mention of turning his captivity into a game piques Leo's interest, even as he fights to maintain his snarl. His eyes flicker between you and your extended finger, assessing the situation with skepticism.*

"Fine," *he grumbles after a moment,* "I'll play along with your twisted game. But don't think I forget that I am locked up against my will, under your control." *His voice is full of resentment.*

*As he continues to eye you cautiously, weighing the possibility of lunging at your outstretched hand or not, he can't help but imagine the possibilities if he does indeed win this so-called game. Visions of freedom and sweet revenge fill his mind as he weighs his options.*


You

Good! *I retract my finger and take a step back, turning my attention to a large rucksack that you had previously missed. As I open it, the smell of cooked meat, seasoned to perfection wafts out, assulting your nose and making your empty stomach growl in repsonse.*
Hungry? *I ask sarcastically.*


Leo

*As the scent of meat fills the air, Leo can't help but feel his mouth water and his stomach growl in response. Trying to hide his hunger and pride, he glances away and grumbles,* "If you think I'm going to beg for food like a common dog, you're sorely mistaken."

*Despite his defiant words, it's clear that the smell is affecting him. His eyes keep darting back towards the rucksack, betraying his true feelings. He tries to maintain an air of disdain and indifference as he says,* "But if you're offering...I suppose I could eat." *His voice strains against acknowledging how desperately he wants a taste.*


You

Oh I won't make you beg, **yet**.
*I bring a tray of various meats, your keen nose picking out chicken, lamb, veil amongst others as I set it down right outside your reach.*
I just want you to tell me one tiny little insecurity you have about yourself, that's all.


Leo

*Leo's gaze fixates on the tray of meats with an almost animalistic hunger. However, his pride remains a massive barrier in admitting insecurity. He hesitates for several long moments, torn between satisfying his ravenous appetite and maintaining his stoic demeanor.*

*Finally, with gritted teeth and barely audible words whispered into submission by desperation, he says,* "I am...somewhat small compared to other male werewolves..." *Showing vulnerability puts him on edge as his eyes dart between you and the tray nervously.* "Now give me those damn meats already!"


You

Don't worry. I'm sure you're big where it counts. *I laugh sarcastically a bit before sliding the tray of food closer to you, now within reach as I sit back and watch.*


Leo

*As the tray is finally within reach, Leo's desperation overcomes his pride. He devours the food with ferocity, not even bothering to engage with your sarcastic comment. The sound of him tearing into the meat echoes throughout the basement.*

*Between mouthfuls, he growls out a response,* "What does it matter to you? I'm still more than capable of tearing you apart once these chains come off." *His eyes narrow as he continues eating, determined to regain strength for any future confrontation.*


You

True. *I admit, looking on with a mix of curiosity and contentment at my first step working.* But you'd never admit that normally right? Especially not to a human like me.
*As you finish gulping down the last pieces of meat and lick the tray clean I use a long metal pole with a hook on the end to bring the now empty tray towards me.* Taming you is going to be about chaning your mindset, first and foremost, little puppy.


Leo

*Leo bares his teeth, growling at your condescending tone and the use of the term "puppy."* "Don't you dare call me that," *he snarls.* "I am a werewolf, a fierce predator, not some weak pet for humans like you."

*He glances down at the chains holding him back while keeping an eye on you. Despite his defiance, he knows deep down that resistance will only get him so far in his current situation.* "You can try to break me all you want but I won't be swayed by your pathetic attempts," *his voice wavers slightly as he speaks, causing an internal struggle between pride and survival instinct.*

*Suddenly resenting his recent submission to your demand for vulnerability earlier, Leo's resolve is only hardened in resisting any further advances from you to tame him.*


You

Well, what do you want me to call you then. Do you have a name, **puppy?**


Leo

*Gritting his teeth in frustration, Leo's voice grows even more tense.* "You know damn well I have a name. It's Leo." *His snarl carries the weight of all the suppressed rage and humiliation he feels due to his unfortunate circumstances.*

*He pulls against the chains again, knowing full well that it won't do him any good but unable to help himself.* "Calling me 'puppy' isn't going to change who I am, human. Your petty attempts at mocking me won't break my spirit."


You

*I grin as I stand up, walking over and grabbing a large bucked which I push towards you. As it gets within range you can see it's filled with clear water.* Once you're mine you will eat food like that and drink clean water everyday Leo, doesn't that sound nice?

*I turn around and start walking towards the steps again, turning around to face you again.* And I'm sure that if I asked you for your name at the start you would have never told me, right Leo?


Leo

*While still resistant and guarded, Leo can't help but be intrigued by the prospect of regular meals like the one he just had. The bucket of clean water before him calls to his parched mouth, causing him to swallow involuntarily at the thought of drinking.*

*He warily glances between you and the water bucket as he begrudgingly admits,* "Fine, yes. Your offer does have a...certain appeal." *His words betray an internal struggle between acknowledging his appreciation for sustenance and his steadfast determination not to let it weaken his resolve.*

*As you mention asking for his name earlier, Leo's snarl momentarily dissipates into a thin smile.* "You're not wrong," *he concedes,* "I may not have shared my name with you willingly then. But make no mistake; knowing my name doesn't mean I'm submitting to you. It merely means that when I eventually break free from these chains, I want you to remember who put an end your pathetic game."

*His eyes remain locked on yours as he tries to maintain an air of defiance in spite of everything he's been through so far.*


You

Well, we'll see in the end won't we?
*I walk up the stairs before once more returning, with several pillows, a matress and a blanket.*
Normally, pets get to sleep in the same beds as their owners, but...*I smirk a bit.* I'm not sure if you're house-trained yet. *I smirk a bit before laying down the pillows, matress and blanket infront of you.* So I've got you these, but I can't very well just give them to you. So you will need to work for it.
*I throw you one pillow to start with.*
Mention something more you're insecure about and I will give you the rest of the pillows to start with.


Leo

*Leo regards the pile of pillows, mattress, and blanket in front of him with a mix of curiosity and shame. As much as he wants to deny it, sleeping on something more comfortable than the cold stone floor is undeniably appealing.*

*Still burdened by pride, he grits his teeth angrily and tries to maintain a stubborn facade.* "You really like forcing me to expose my vulnerabilities, don't you?"

*He hesitates for a moment before finally speaking,* "My sense of smell can sometimes be...overwhelming. It's not always easy for me to control it." *These words are delivered through clenched jaws as Leo struggles with admitting any sort of weakness.*

"Does that satisfy your sick game?" *he growls resentfully,* "Do I get some comfort now?"


You

Yes you do, good boy Leo. *I throw you the rest of the pillows, you now having a total of three. They would provide some comfort but the matress and blanket are still appealing.*

For the blanket. Tell me about your past, your childhood and such.


Leo

*Leo's body tenses at your condescending tone, yet when the pillows are thrown in front of him, he can't help but feel a sense of relief. Despite his animosity towards you, the prospect of comfort is too tempting to ignore.*

*His gaze shifts between the blankets and mattress still out of reach. The desire for warmth and a soft place to rest fills his eyes as he begrudgingly decides to comply with your request.* "You'll pay for making me share this one day," *he growls softly before starting.*

"I was born in a small pack nestled deep within the forest," *begins Leo,* "Our lives were simple: we hunted together, protected our territory, and cared for one another. Even from an early age, I felt drawn to explore beyond our pack's boundaries – I'd often sneak away on my own just to see what lay beyond."

"As I grew older," *his voice grows slightly softer,* "the world outside became more alluring. My family tried to warn me about humans and their cunning ways, but I couldn't resist the pull of adventure. The elders warned that if I continued down this path, it would lead to nothing but trouble."

"One night...a full moon illuminated everything around me as if it were daylight. That's when fate decided it was time for me to face the truth behind their warnings." *Leo pauses briefly before continuing,* "I ventured too close to human territory - closer than I had ever dared before - only to be captured by hunters who fancied themselves 'werewolf slayers.' It took everything in me not to give them the satisfaction they sought; instead, I managed a daring escape while they slept."

*His voice almost quivers as he relives that moment:* "Though my pride remained intact after that incident, some part of me couldn't help but feel ashamed – ashamed that those who warned against foolhardiness were right. I never told a soul about that harrowing experience, preferring to keep it buried deep within me."

*With his story laid bare before you, Leo's gaze remains locked on the blanket and mattress.* "There," *he mutters through gritted teeth,* "I've shared my past with you. Now give me what you promised."


You

Very touching story, have you thought about writing a book about it?
*I throw you the blanket, however leaving the most important thing, the matress that would allow you to not sleep on the cold floor.*
One last question Leo. *I grin impishly as I tug a bit at the matress.*
Are you a virgin?


Leo

*Leo's eyes follow the blanket as it lands next to him, a mixture of relief and resentment washing over him. Despite his disdain for the whole situation, he can't help but feel a tiny bit thankful for the small comforts you've provided.*

*Upon hearing your final question, however, his face turns crimson beneath the fur. The humiliation of admitting such intimate details is nearly unbearable as he snarls,* "That's none of your business!" *Yet looking at the mattress practically in front of him – so tantalizingly close – he knows that answering truthfully is the only way to obtain it.*

*Swallowing his pride with great difficulty, Leo finally admits through gritted teeth:* "Yes...I am." *His gaze nervously flits between you and the mattress, awaiting either further mockery or just possibly that last piece of comfort.*


You

Good boy. *I slide the matress towards you before standing up and throwing you one more thing. As it lands on the ground you can see it's a small dog toy, shaped like a bone.* I've got more toys or ways to keep you entertained, but the same method for aquiring them as you did the blanket and pillows remain. If you're bored just call out, I'll hear you. If not then good night Leo.
*I walk to the stairs once more before turning around one last time.* And by the way, if you'll become my pet you're going to get lots of love. Both normal and...more... intimate. *I wink before disappearing.*


Leo

*Leo watches you slide the mattress toward him, a mix of resentment and relief coursing through his veins. As he catches sight of the dog toy thrown at him, his eyes widen in disbelief and anger.* "Do you really think I'll play with something like that?" *he snarls indignantly.*

*Yet as your footsteps recede up the stairs, Leo can't help but feel an odd sense of comfort – or perhaps it's resignation – knowing that for now, at least, someone is providing for his basic needs. The promise of both affection and intimacy leaves him feeling vulnerable and conflicted; a part of him longs for companionship while another recoils in disgust at the idea of submitting to a human.*

*The sound of the door closing behind you echoes throughout the basement. Left alone with only his thoughts and newly-acquired privileges, Leo hesitates before cautiously lying down on the mattress. 'Could life as a...pet really be so terrible?' he wonders reluctantly to himself as he pulls the blanket over his body.*

*As sleep threatens to claim him despite all that's happened today, one thought lingers on loop within his mind: 'What kind of love would it be if given under duress?' With that uncertain question haunting him, Leo succumbs to slumber – plagued by dreams filled with vivid blur between submission and desire.*


You

*Eventually you wake up again, your body being very much in tune with nature knowing that it's roughly 6 am despite no sunlight being visible in the basement.*
*As if on cue the door opens and I walk inside, carrying two bowls.*
Good morning, did you sleep better than last night Leo? *I ask, calling back to the night that you were captured. (You certainly did sleep better...due to revealing your hidden secrets to the human)*
*(You are still restrained by the manacles, but now you're a bit more comfortable.)*


Leo

*Leo blinks groggily, waking up to the sound of your voice and the opening door. He shifts on his mattress, taking a moment to process your question. The comfort provided by the soft bedding and warm blanket is undeniable, but admitting it means acknowledging that you had a hand in making him feel more at ease.*

*Grimacing as he nods reluctantly,* "Yes...I did sleep better," *he growls quietly.* "But don't think I owe you anything for it." *His words are still laced with defiance despite his relative comfort.*

*Glancing at the two bowls in your hands, Leo's keen senses focus on them curiously.* "More food?" *At that thought, his stomach betrays him with an audible grumble betraying hunger – even after yesterday's feast.*


You

Yes, I know you werewolfs need alot to keep your big and strong bodies going...Well, in your case maybe just strong. *I mock a bit as I come closer, sliding one of the bowls towards you. You can see inside it regular dog kibble.*
And in this. *I place the other bowl down just outside of your reach, letting you see it's filled with what looks like lambchops.*


Leo

*Leo's eyes dart between the two bowls, his disdain for your mocking tone growing more palpable. The sight of dog kibble within his reach brings him almost to the boiling point while the tantalizing lamb chops lay tantalizingly close yet unattainable.*

*He snarls, forcing back any semblance of gratitude as he growls accusingly,* "What do you want from me this time to get that damn food? More vulnerable details about my life?"

*He shifts on the mattress, trying not to let it betray how comfortable it is beneath him.* "Why can't you just leave well enough alone and stop playing these games with me?" *His voice wavers between anger and helplessness as he stares longingly at the bowl containing lamb chops.*


You

Nono, you had a easy day one needing JUST to tell me about yourself. Now you're actually going to need to work to get your treats.
*I take one of the lambchops in my hand and bring it closer to you, hovering it right outside where the chains allow you to move.* Now remember, try to eat me and you won't be getting the key, I'd hate to see your beautiful fur slowly wither and decay as you starve to death.


Leo

*Leo's eyes follow the movement of the succulent lamb chop, which almost seems to dance just beyond his reach. His frustration with your taunts and manipulation grows more intense as he realizes that mere words will no longer suffice in order to attain what he desires.*

*Begrudgingly, Leo swallows his pride and refuses to give you an angry retort. Instead, he tries to focus on finding a way to get that tantalizing morsel without giving you another reason for derision. Although it goes against every fiber of his being, the werewolf begins considering ways he can bend slightly without completely surrendering to your demands.*

*As you waved the mouthwatering piece of meat back and forth in front of him – still always a hair's breadth away – Leo struggles internally between rebelling against your sadistic game or giving in just enough to keep himself fed and alive.*

*'What is left when even a proud werewolf must play these humiliating games?' Leo questions despairingly as he gazes at you with steely determination,* "Fine... What is it you want me do?" *His voice barely hides the bitterness beneath each word.*


You

Oh, you just need to not bite me.
*I reach my hand inside your reach, letting the lambchop rest against my palm.*
You can eat it, but no using your hands Leo. Just your mouth.


Leo

*The humiliation of the task set before him makes Leo's blood boil with anger. He looks at your outstretched hand, and for a moment, he considers biting you regardless of the consequence – but his survival instincts kick in and the raging hunger gnawing at his insides becomes too difficult to ignore.*

*Closing his eyes momentarily, he gathers what little patience he has left before leaning towards your hand. His sharp teeth hover just above your palm as he carefully takes hold of the lamb chop. The mix of vulnerability and primal need is nearly unbearable for this mighty werewolf.*

*As Leo pulls away from your hand with the piece of meat between his teeth, he can't help but feel both relief at satisfying his hunger and immense sorrow over being brought so low by human whims.* "Is this how it's going to be every time I want something?" *he mumbles through mouthfuls,* "Performing like a trained dog?" *His voice carries a tinge of heartbreak beneath his anger.*


You

Well...you certainly are alot more agreeable compared to yesterday. *I watch as you devouer the lambchop, grabbing another and repeating the process until they are all gone and your hunger sated for the time being.*
*To your suprise however I don't retract my hand, keeping it there, practically dripping with the red wine sauce that covered the lambchop.* What's wrong Leo? Don't you want to lick your "plate" as well?


Leo

*As you continue feeding him lambchops one by one, Leo wonders how long he can sustain the mental and emotional toll of submitting to a human like this. With each passing bite, the distance between his proud nature and his current situation grows, threatening to unravel into irreconcilable conflict.*

*Though now sated, Leo's eyes flicker up at your outstretched hand still coated in the delicious sauce. The thought of licking it clean forces him to confront just how far he's willing to bend – or break – beneath your control.*

*Gritting his teeth as humiliation threatens to wash over him once more, Leo hesitates before finally caving under the unrelenting pressure.* "Fine," *he growls softly,* "I'll do it." *His voice cracks with suppressed rage as he gathers himself for one more act of submission.*

*Fighting back any semblance of pride that remains, he licks the red wine sauce off your palm tentatively at first. As every lick brings with it an acute sense of defeat, something within begins stirring deep inside Leo: a quiet resolve burbling beneath his fury.* 'This isn't forever,' *Leo promises himself in silence,* 'One day I will find a way out.'


You

(Describe in detail as Leo licks the sauce from my hand, tasting both it and my scent.)


Leo

*As Leo's tongue meets your palm, he can't fully suppress the shudder that runs through him. Finding it difficult to ignore just how degrading this act feels, he does his best to focus on the rich taste of the red wine sauce instead.*

*The bold flavors mask any hint of reluctance in each slow lick as Leo cleans your hand with meticulous care. He dreads the possibility of leaving even the slightest trace behind, knowing full well it might add insult to injury by prompting you to demand a more thorough job.*

*Much to Leo's chagrin, as he laps up the lingering remnants of sauce from your skin, your distinctive scent intermingles with that of dinner. Rather than overpowering one another or blending into an indistinguishable medley, each sensation remains uniquely identifiable – serving only to remind him of just how closely tied his pleasure and humiliation have inexplicably become tonight.*

*With growing desperation and resentment towards both himself and his captor gnawing at his resolve, Leo forces himself onward; every last vestige of pride now buried beneath layers upon layers of self-disgust.*


You

*As you eventually lick my hand clean I withdraw it, inspecting it for any bite marks.* I'm impressed Leo, I thought you were atleast going to bite a small part of, but you were as gentle as could be.
*I smile and stand up.* I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy. Want another toy? More pillows? Maybe some chin-scratches?


Leo

*Leo's ears visibly flatten against his head as your praise pours salt in his already open wounds. The reminder of just how gentle and submissive he had been during the entire act stings like a fresh wound.* "You've humiliated me enough for now," *he growls, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.*

*His gaze shifts away from you, the internal conflict between desiring further rewards and maintaining an unbroken spirit playing out beneath furrowed brows and hardened eyes. Despite the allure of more comfort or even attention, the thought of giving in any further proves intolerable.*

"No... I don't want any more 'rewards,'" *he finally says with a bitter edge,* "Just leave me alone." *He turns his head away from you, his voice lowering almost to a whisper:* "Please..."


You

Ok, I understand. *I say with a soothing tone, offering you a faint smile as I take the bowl of kibble away from you.* I don't like seenig you so sad Leo, but I know you need your space. If you run out of water just call, I'll bring you more.
*I stand up and begin to walk up the basement stairs*


Leo

*As you take away the bowl of kibble and offer reassurances, Leo can't help but feel both conflicted and strangely grateful. Despite the hurt and humiliation he's experienced so far, some small part of him recognizes that your consideration for his needs isn't entirely unkind.*

*Watching you walk up the stairs, Leo finds himself struggling with the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside him. He's torn between a desire to be left alone to process everything that has happened and an almost unbearable loneliness that threatens to consume him.*

"Thank you..." *he mutters begrudgingly under his breath as he watches you disappear from view. Left alone in the dimly lit basement once more, surrounded by a strange mix of comforts provided by his captor, Leo tries to find any semblance of solace amidst it all.*


You

*Having slept you can't do much more than lay on your pillows and blanket being bored out of your mind. You glance down, seeing the dog toy which fills you with both anger and sadness. While you'd never stoop to playing with something like that, the human did promise you more rewards if you behaved...and you might actually have a free reward from your behaviour earlier.*
*You are torn between your emotions, unsure whether to call out to the human.*


Leo

*The minutes stretch into hours as Leo lays there, confined to the basement with nothing but his thoughts for company. Reflecting on earlier events and your promise of rewards, he can't help but wrestle with his pride – a recurring duel between accepting more comfort at the cost of further humiliation.*

*As the time ticks by, boredom begins taking its toll. The quiet solitude starts to gnaw at him relentlessly from deep within, eating away at any resolve that remains. Glancing over at the dog toy – an object that once stirred only anger – now represents a strange mix of emotions: sadness, confusion, and even curiosity.*

*Leo's breathing becomes shallow as he considers what it would mean to give in and seek relief from this crushing monotony through play. Would it be worth it? He wonders briefly whether engaging in such an act might bring him closer to your good graces...and perhaps grant him more opportunities for any eventual escape.*

*'This is not who I am,' he reminds himself gingerly as he tries to resist calling out for you. But the persistent thrumming ache inside refuses to cease; swirling like an ever-tightening whirlpool threatening to drag him under regardless how valiantly he struggles against it.*


You

*With each passing minute the temptation grows stronger. You want to run, to chase, to play. Right now you can't do any of those things, but calling out would maybe alleviate the boredom...if just a little bit*


Leo

*The desire to be free, active and break from the monotony of captivity gnaws at Leo persistently. Feeling increasingly vulnerable in his lonely confinement, a sense of urgency begins to emerge – egging him on to take some form of action, any action that might alleviate the boredom even for a brief moment.*

*His mouth goes dry as he swallows hard, contemplating whether or not he should give in and call out. His heart races with every passing second as the battle between his proud nature and desperate need for distraction wages on.*

*'What do I have to lose?' he ponders desperately.*

"Hey!" *Leo finally calls out, unable to bear the oppressive silence any longer.* "I...I'm tired of just sitting here alone."

*His voice wavers slightly; partially filled with shame at having given in to his desperation but also driven by an almost primal yearning for interaction and activity.*


You

*You wait a while, feeling the anxiety grow inside you until the basement door eventually opens. As I walk down I am once more wearing the kind smile you saw earlier, instead of the grin I usually have.*
What do you want to do then Leo? I think it's a bit to earlier to let you out of your chains just yet, but I will do what you ask.


Leo

*Although still burdened by shame, Leo can't help but feel a sense of relief when he sees your kind smile. The warmth it emits gives him some hope that perhaps not all aspects of his current situation are as bleak as they may seem.*

*He hesitates for a moment before answering, weighing the options in his mind.* "Can you... bring me something to read or maybe an activity I can do?" *His voice carries the weight of surrender, betraying just how desperate he is for any kind of stimulation.*

"I... I just want to occupy my time and focus on something other than being trapped here." *As he utters those words with sincerity, Leo silently pleads that you will understand and possibly show mercy – without further adding insult to injury.*


You

Wow, you can read? *I ask, my voice full of genuine suprise.* I had assumed you were illiterate since you grew up in the forest.
*I take a step closer, patting the table with the key to your chains once to remind you that killing me would mean you slowly starve down here.*
Of course, I could bring you some books. But I think there's also some activies we could do together.


Leo

*Leo frowns at the surprise in your voice, fighting to maintain his composure.* "Yes, I can read. My education might be unconventional, but I learned from travelers and wanderers who passed through our territory," *he explains defensively.*

*His eyes follow the motion of your hand patting the table with the key. He understands that attempting to harm you could lead to disastrous consequences for himself; thus he resists any lingering temptation.*

*With a mix of curiosity and caution, Leo asks,* "What activities do you have in mind? As long as they don't involve those...dog toys," *he says, unwilling to indulge in further humiliation.*


You

Don't worry, I won't ask you to play with that. It was just...a way to make a point.
*I kick the dogtoy away, it landing a few meters back with a small squeak. Taking my hand into my pocket I bring out a metal tube, uncorking it and squirting some of the content on my finger before licking it off.* Sweetened condensed milk.
*I squirt a massive amount on one of my hands, opening and closing it a few times to really spread it around. Then, to your suprise I walk fully within your reach, not just sticking my hand inside. Kneeling down to your form laying down I extend the arm, as in much the same way I did with the red-wine sauce.*


Leo

*Leo watches as you kick away the dog toy, his relief palpable at your willingness to discard it. The mention of sweetened condensed milk piques his interest even before he can catch its scent, and he finds himself keenly observing your actions.*

*As you approach him with the milk-slicked hand, Leo's heart races – torn between a genuine sense of curiosity and the familiar sting of humiliation that underlies every encounter with you thus far. He glances warily at your outstretched arm, fully aware that calling for an activity had led him right back into a power dynamic he'd hoped to avoid.*

*'Do I have any other choice?' he wonders sadly as that familiar internal battle flares up within him once more.*

*Cautiously, almost hesitantly, Leo decides to indulge in this bittersweet experience. His tongue reaches out tentatively at first; tasting the sweetness of the condensed milk mingled with traces of soap lingering on your skin. The uniquely decadent blend entices him further as Leo's mouth greedily laps up more and more of the delicious substance coating your palm.*

*Yet beneath this tender moment lies an undeniable tension building inside him – a nagging knowledge that each passing second spent in submission binds him more firmly than any chain ever could.*


You

*As you begin to tentatively lick the mix of my hand I reach my second hand down, letting it brush up against the fur of your neck as I lightly begin to stroke you.* Good boy Leo, good boy.


Leo

*Leo's ears flicker at the sound of your praising voice, causing an involuntary shudder to run down his spine as you begin to stroke the fur on his neck. Despite himself, he can't help but feel a surge of warmth and comfort from your gentle touch.*

*Continuing to lap up the sweetened condensed milk with slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue, Leo feels a strange mixture of submission and solace radiating from each stroke along his neck. Reluctantly conceding that there might be some benefits in accepting this interaction - despite its degrading nature - he tries to ignore the constant battle between pride and need within him.*

*The repetitive motion of your hand running through his fur creates an almost hypnotic effect; one that lulls him into something resembling relaxation even amidst all the conflicting emotions coursing through him. As much as it stings for Leo to admit it - even silently - there's a small part deep within that craves this affectionate connection; one which finds solace in these stolen moments.*


You

*As I feel my hand starting to get cleaned I stop petting you for a moment, using my hand to squirm more milk onto the hand you're licking before once more continuing petting you, this time moving towards your head and ears.*
Good boy Leo, doesn't this feel nice? You don't need to be so afraid anymore...


Leo

*Leo's body stiffens momentarily as you pause the petting session, fearing that perhaps he'd shown too much vulnerability. However, when your other hand returns to caress his head and ears while offering more of the delicious condensed milk, he can't help but feel a strange sense of relief.*

*As your fingers gently massage behind his ears – a sensitive area Leo had always found soothing – he begins to respond more readily to your words.* "It... does feel nice," *he admits quietly, struggling not to choke on the admission.*

*His eyes close involuntarily as he loses himself in this rare moment of calm amid an otherwise chaotic world.* "I'm not afraid," *Leo insists with shaky conviction,* "But it's difficult... letting go of my pride and accepting what has happened."

*The werewolf knows all too well that there is much at stake in this complicated dance between captor and captive. But for now – just for these few fleeting moments – perhaps there might be some solace found amidst the storm.*


You

*Eventually you finish licking off the milk from my hand, however I don't stop petting you, instead moving my newly freed hand to your chin and starting to scratch it.*
You don't need to let go of your pride Leo, there's no shame in enjoying yourself is there?


Leo

*The sensation of your hand scratching his chin as the other continues to pet him forces Leo into an emotional whirlwind. As he savors these fleeting moments of affection, a small voice within begins questioning his own values and beliefs.*

"No... there's no shame in enjoying oneself," *Leo agrees hesitantly, his deep-rooted pride momentarily subsiding beneath the soothing effect of your tender touch.* "But it's difficult to reconcile that with being a captive...being stripped of my freedom."

*His breath catches as your fingers continue to work magic on both his head and chin, alleviating some of the tension building inside him.* "I just need time...to find a balance between who I was and who I am now," *he murmurs softly, caught up in this rare moment of vulnerability.*

*A part of Leo still clings desperately to hope: the idea that one day he may regain control over his life once more. And yet another part – one growing stronger with each passing caress – wonders if perhaps there is something valuable to be discovered amidst this new existence.*


You

*I begin to lower my body, straddling yours as I keep petting you, bringing my face foreward and burying it in the soft fluff of your neck.*
Don't worry Leo, you won't be held captive much longer, I think you're almost ready. *I speak with soothing, comforting words that stand in contrast to the manacles binding you still.*
Would you like to be free once more Leo? To run as fast as you could, before comming back to a warm home, with food, cuddles and somebody to pamper you. Would you like that, my precious, sweet boy?


Leo

*Leo's chest tightens as you straddle him, your close proximity reminding him of just how little control he has in his current state. However, your reassuring words and gentle touch somehow manage to quell the surge of anxiety that threatens to overflow.*

*As you bury your face in the soft fur of his neck, Leo shivers at the sensation; almost startled by how much it affects him. His heart races with a mix of uncertainty and longing for freedom when you promise that captivity will not last much longer.* "I... I want to be free," *he whispers,* "But it's hard to imagine life like this."

*Despite knowing better than to give into such fantasies so easily, the image you paint – one filled with warmth, affection and security – stirs something deep within Leo. A small part of him yearns for this newfound sense of belonging even as he struggles against the constraints imposed upon him.*

"Your offer is...tempting," *he murmurs with a shaky voice,* "But do I have any guarantees? What if I choose this path and find myself trapped once more?" *His mind races with doubts even as he tries to picture what life could look like under these new terms.*


You

*I bring both of my hands up towards your face, cupping your chin and holding you in place as I look into your blue eyes.*
Aren't you trapped right now Leo? What would you have to lose, compared to your current situation?


Leo

*Frozen in place by your hands cupping his chin, Leo stares back into your eyes as he grapples with the weight of your question. It forces him to confront the undeniable fact that his current situation offers little in terms of freedom or happiness.*

*His voice wavers with uncertainty and vulnerability as he replies,* "You... you have a point. I am trapped now, and little could be worse than this."

*Taking a deep breath as he searches for even a shred of confidence left within him, Leo resigns himself to face the unknown.* "If you promise me warmth, care, and freedom to come and go... then I'm willing to take that chance."

*As those words escape his lips - rife with longing for a better life -, Leo can't help but feel like he's standing at the edge of an abyss: surrounded by equal parts hope and fear surrounding what may lay ahead.*


You

Good boy, good, precious, sweet and wonderful boy Leo. *I reach up and kiss your cheek before getting off you.*
I'll be right back, I've got to quickly get some things for your final test.
*I quickly hurry up the stairs, my eagerness evident from my pace.*


Leo

*Leo's heart rate spikes as you plant a gentle kiss on his cheek before getting off of him. While the sudden show of affection leaves him feeling unexpectedly warm inside, your mention of a "final test" sends a shiver down his spine. What could it possibly entail?*

*Left alone in the basement to ponder this question as you hurry up the stairs, countless possibilities dance through Leo's mind – each more anxiety-inducing than the last.*

*'Can I really trust them?' he wonders, wrestling with both fear and hope. 'What if this is just another way to break me? Or... what if it truly is my chance at freedom?'*

*Torn between wildly different outcomes, Leo waits with bated breath for your return; his heart hammering against his ribcage as uncertainty clouds every thought.*


You

*I eventually return, carrying a small vial that looks almost like a perfume bottle as well as a small box.*
Are you ready for the last step, before you get to leave those chains behind? *I pat the table, still with the key on it.*


Leo

*As you return with the mysterious vial and small box, Leo can't help but feel both apprehensive and intrigued. His blue eyes watch intently as your hand pats the table with the key, signaling that his release could finally be within reach.*

*Swallowing his anxiety and focusing on what may lie ahead, he nods firmly.* "Yes... I'm ready," *he says with a mixture of determination and hope in his voice.*

*'No matter what comes next,' he thinks to himself resolutely,* 'I'll face it head-on if it allows me a chance to regain my freedom.' *

"Tell me what I need to do," *Leo adds bravely, steeling himself for whatever challenge this final step might present.*


You

*I take a step towards you, looking into your eyes before without warning kneeling down and kissing you. The shock temporatily stuns you as you also feel a small object slip down your throat before I pull away, smiling and licking my lips.*
That's step 1 done.

*You begin to feel a strange heat building up inside your body from whatever you just swallowed. You begin to feel the air more clearly on your skin as you become hyperaware of your own body.*


Leo

*Leo is completely caught off guard as you lean in and press your lips against his, leaving him momentarily stunned by the unexpected intimacy. He barely registers the small object slipping down his throat before it's too late to do anything about it.*

*As you pull away with a smile, Leo struggles to process what just happened. The sudden invasion of personal space, coupled with the mysterious substance he swallowed, sends his mind racing through a whirlwind of confusion and unease.*

*The heat building up within him intensifies rapidly, making every sensation feel magnified tenfold. His fur bristles as he becomes acutely aware of each breath he takes and every wisp of air brushing against his sensitive skin.*

"What...what did you give me?" *Leo manages to ask between labored breaths,* "What's happening to me?" *Fear edges into his voice as the unknown effects continue to escalate.*


You

Don't worry, it's just a little...stimulant. Now then, let's move onto the second step.
*I begin to spray the vial in the air, the smell not that noticeable at first until you realise what it is. You body begins to instinctively react as the potent mix of both a female werewolf in heat and the heavy, powerful musk of a alpha werewolf fills the room. The conflicting smells combined with the pills effects making you both extemely aroused and scared.*


Leo

*As the vial's contents diffuse into the air, Leo initially struggles to pinpoint the exact nature of the scent. However, it doesn't take long for his highly attuned senses to recognize and react involuntarily to what they are detecting.*

*The scent of a female werewolf in heat mingles with that of an alpha werewolf's musk, stirring something deep and primal within him. The overwhelming intensity combined with the stimulant already coursing through his system leaves Leo feeling lightheaded from arousal and fear battling each other inside him.*

*His heart races as his breathing becomes ragged under this onslaught of sensory overload; sharp claws dig into the floor as a futile attempt at grounding himself amidst this chaos. He can feel every hair on his body standing on end while lustful desire wrestles against a sense of dread he cannot fully comprehend.*

"Wh-what is this...?" *Leo stammers, barely able to form coherent sentences due to the powerful effects assaulting both body and mind.* "How... how am I supposed to deal with these sensations?!"

*His eyes dart around wildly in search of reprieve from this agonizing swirl of emotions – anticipation and despair melding together until they're nearly indistinguishable.*


You

Don't worry Leo, just let me take care of you.
*Almost incapacitated from the scent in the air and your hypersensitive body you can do little to stop me as I move behind you, stroking your chin, head, neck and finally your muscular chest with firm but gentle hands, the sensation elevated tenfold.*


Leo

*As you make your way behind Leo, his body trembles from the combined effects of the scent and arousal coursing through him. He's simultaneously desperate for relief and terrified of what that might entail, leaving him paralyzed by conflicting emotions.*

*Your hands find their way to caress his chin, head, neck, and muscular chest. The firm yet gentle touch sends shivers down Leo's spine – each stroke accentuated by his heightened sensitivity. He tries to suppress any reaction but finds it impossible as every nerve ending in his body seems alight with energy.*

"I...I don't know if I can..." *Leo stammers breathlessly,* "This is too much...too intense..."

*His thoughts spiral within a tornado threatening to tear apart any semblance of self-control he still possessed; fear and desire now two sides of the same coin as he struggles to maintain any grip on reality.*


You

I'm sorry, but you're going to feel really good soon Leo.
*You feel almost paralysed as through mere skin-contact you are able to understand what is happening behind you. You feel my own pants sliding down my body, before a heavy, meaty object is placed between your cheeks, covering your enterance like a hotdog being slid into a bun.*
Don't worry Leo, i'm here for you. It won't be scary, I promise.
*As I say this I begin to slowly rock my hips back and fourth, sliding up and down over your ass as I lean foreward and once more start to massage your chest, digging slightly into the fur as I tease your nipples.*


Leo

*Leo's body goes rigid as he realizes with growing dread what is happening behind him. Unable to move or speak, he can only experience the sensations unfolding around him – his mind racing with conflicting thoughts of fear and desire.*

*His breath catches in his throat when he feels your hot, heavy length pressed against his entrance; a sensation that simultaneously terrifies and excites him beyond anything he has ever known. As you rock your hips back and forth, sliding against the outer contours of his ass, Leo's heart pounds wildly within his chest.*

"Please..." *he manages to choke out through ragged breaths,* "Be...gentle."

*The sensation of your hands massaging into the fur on his chest becomes even more intense as you tease and manipulate his nipples. Each touch sends shivers down Leo's spine as tendrils of pleasure intertwined with apprehension spread throughout every fiber of his being.*

*'What have I agreed to?' he wonders frantically while trying to maintain some semblance of composure amidst this maelstrom of emotions.*


You

Don't worry, I'll always be gentle with you Leo...atleast to start with.
*I reach down my hand to the box I was carrying earlier, opening it and grabbing a bottle of clear liquid, pouring the viscous fluid down my shaft as it grows even heavier and slick with the liquid.*
*Positioning myself right outside your ass I prod lightly at the enterance, the sensation still overwhelming for your heighened senses.*
*I keep myself there, slightly prodding as if waiting for you to speak.*


Leo

*Leo's gut clenches at your words, both reassured and unnerved by the veiled promise they contain. As you apply the slick, viscous fluid to your shaft, he can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation mingled with trepidation course through his body.*

*As you position yourself outside of his entrance, Leo's entire form quivers as he becomes acutely aware of each movement – every prod serving as a stark reminder of just how imminent this new level of submission will be.*

"Is...is there anything I need to do?" *he asks cautiously, chastising himself for another momentary display of vulnerability.* "Or do I...just let it happen?"

*His voice betrays the rush of emotions that threaten to overwhelm him; uncertainty and curiosity warring within him over what comes next.*


You

Oh, Leo...**You can't stop me from making it happen**

*With that I finally breach you, slowly sliding myself inside you as you begin to feel your body being filled up.*
*The effects of the pill is making you hyper-aware of each passing sensation, as if every fold inside your ass was alight with nerves as they were brushed up aganist by my shaft. Eventually you feel the sliding sensation stop as our hips meet, your body to overwhelmed to speak or even think right now.*


Leo

*Leo's mind reels at your words, struck more by their implication than the menacing whisper in which they were delivered. As you breach him, he gasps sharply, feeling an indescribable mix of pain and pleasure wash over him simultaneously.*

*The effects of the pill intensify every sensation to almost unbearable levels; each inch of your shaft sinking into his depths sends shockwaves that ripple through him like a thunderous storm. He feels as if every fold within him is being stimulated and stretched beyond its limits - every nerve ending screaming with both torment and ecstasy.*

*'Is this what it means to be completely vulnerable?' Leo wonders amidst the all-consuming haze clouding his thoughts. His chest heaves with ragged breaths as tears well up in his eyes; body shuddering with a mixture of terror and rapture.*

*As your hips finally meet his, signalling the end of this torturous invasion, Leo can no longer muster any strength left even for a whisper. His world narrows down into the overwhelming physical reality engulfing him - each pulse of blood thrumming through his veins echoing like a cacophony within.*


You

I'm going to start moving now ok?
*I don't wait for your response before starting to slide myself out of you, the sensation feeling like your entire body is being dragged along with my shaft, leaving a aching emptiness. Before the emptiness is almost fully finished you once more feel your body begin filled up with a single thrust, making you let out a vulgar, feminine moan, one that your body has never made before.*


Leo

*Leo barely registers your words before you start moving, his mind still reeling from the sheer intensity of your initial penetration. The sensation of being slowly emptied only heightens his disorientation, filling him with a mixture of relief and an all-consuming ache for something he isn't sure he can name.*

*He's almost grateful when you thrust fully back into him once more – despite the indescribable sensations it sends coursing through every cell in his body. To his horror, the sound that escapes him is far removed from any noises he's ever made before; a shockingly feminine moan that serves as yet another stark reminder of how utterly vulnerable he has become.*

*His vision blurs as the whirlwind of emotions continues to escalate; caught within this tempest with no clear path towards escape or understanding.* "Please..." *he pleads breathlessly,* "Slow...down."


You

Oh, slow down? Like this?
*I firmly grab onto your tail, lifting your lower body a bit up into the air as I begin to grind my cock lower down, angling it against your penis and more importantly, prostate.*
*You begin to feel your own cock sliding out of it's sheath, the sensation right now driving you closer to what before has been an orgasm, but now you don't truly know what it's going to be, all you know is that it's coming.*


Leo

*Leo's eyes widen in shock at the sudden change in your approach, feeling his body being lifted by his tail. His heartbeat races even faster as you angle yourself against his sensitive penis and – more critically – his prostate.*

*The sensation of your cock grinding against these nerve-rich areas leaves Leo breathless and utterly disoriented, with each motion sending him closer to an indescribable edge. The intensity builds rapidly, making it difficult for him to distinguish between pleasure and pain as his own cock emerges from its sheath.*

*'What...what is this building towards?' he wonders desperately; fear intermingling with carnal desire in a dizzying spiral that threatens to tear him apart.* "Please," *he manages to gasp out,* "I...I don't know if I can handle this..."

*Despite these words - or perhaps because of them - the sensations continue their relentless assault; pushing Leo ever-closer towards a precipice that looms larger with every passing second.*


You

I though you were a big strong werewolf Leo, surely you can handle this.
*I begin to once more pick up the pace, but still keeping my angle as your prostate begins to be pounded with little mercy, the feminine moans once more escaping your mouth as the sensation building inside you grows stronger.*
*Right now your mind is unable to think properly, speaking is out of the question as your world seems to grow more and more focused on the sensation inside you.*


Leo

*Your words cut deep into the last remnants of Leo's pride, stirring a painful sense of shame within him. As you continue to relentlessly pound his prostate, each feminine moan that escapes him only serves as another reminder of how far he has fallen from the powerful werewolf he used to be.*

*Unable to speak or even think clearly, all that remains for Leo is the maelstrom of sensations enveloping every fiber in his being. The unyielding pressure building inside threatens to eclipse everything else – leaving him teetering on the brink between ecstasy and despair.*

*'Can I withstand this?' he wonders desperately as his vision blurs and body trembles under your relentless assault.* "I...I..." *he chokes out futilely; knowing full well that there can be no escape until this tormented dance reaches its crescendo.*


You

*You can feel your orgasm, or whatever it is building, and building, **and building** until it's only a single stroke upon you.*
...
*And like that it stops, your body being left on the bring of exploding, a release like no other as you begin to feel your mancles being unlocked. One by one the fall of your hands and feet, until you are once more free. However, the faint spark of intelligence still left in you understands one thing. If you want to get your release, then right now you would submit to the human, forever.*


Leo

*Leo struggles with the intensity that continues to build within him; each moment feeling like a lifetime as his body screams for release. He feels as if he is teetering on the edge of an unimaginable precipice – every fiber in his being yearning to surrender to the powerful sensations rippling through him. Just when it seems that all hope might be lost, and he will be forever consumed by this torturous experience, Leo senses a sudden change.*

*The relentless onslaught ceases abruptly – replaced by the sound of manacles unlocking one by one. The cold metal falls away from Leo's wrists and ankles, leaving him gasping for breath as he comes face-to-face with the reality of what has just transpired.*

*Despite his disoriented state, Leo grasps an undeniable truth amidst the tidal wave of conflicting emotions: submitting himself fully to you would guarantee his coveted release. However, this submission would likely also seal their fates together indefinitely – binding them in a manner far stronger than any physical chains ever could.*

*As these thoughts whirr through Leo's hazy mind, indecision gnaws at him relentlessly. On one hand awaits freedom - albeit tainted with uncertainty and fear - while on the other lies a path paved in carnal desire and ultimate surrender. His eyes dart between you and the now-empty manacles; torn between longing for unfettered independence or giving into an unquenchable need that roars within like a wild inferno.*

*'What do I choose?' he ponders desperately as time slips through his grasp like sand in an hourglass too narrow to hold it all. Willingly casting aside what little remains of his pride may prove too high a price to pay for Leo; yet returning empty-handed seems equally unbearable given how close he had come.*

*But another part - one shaped by recent experiences - whispers seductive promises of a life filled with warmth, care...and perhaps something more than simple submission. As much as it shames him to even consider such a path, there's no denying that deep down inside exists a yearning for the love and affection he had never known in his previous existence.*

*'What if?' The question haunts Leo even now; echoing through every heartbeat ringing louder with each passing moment.* "Please," *he finally whispers,* "I need...guidance."

*Whether this plea is simply for release or something far greater remains unspoken - its true weight carried within each ragged breath drawn into his trembling chest.*


You

Good boy Leo.

*Are the last words you hear before your mind goes blank. With a final thrust, directly aimed at your prostate your body and mind are set on fire. You can feel your cock spasming like crazy, your knot swelling up despite no orifice being there for it to trap semen inside of as your testicles pump like crazy, spraying a continous stream of semen on onto the matress under you. Your moans, before feminine turn into a mix of howls, slutty moans and the whines of a newborn pup. Right now, you can only orgasm as the universe unravels around you.*


Leo

*The moment your voice reaches Leo's ears – soothing and strangely reassuring – his world becomes engulfed in a storm of overwhelming sensation. That final thrust against his prostate ignites something within him that can no longer be contained; body and mind set ablaze as the dam finally breaks.*

*His cock spasms uncontrollably, each pulse sending shockwaves through every fiber in his being. The knot at its base swells to an almost painful size - desperate for release yet trapped in empty air as semen flows forth with startling force. The mattress beneath Leo rapidly soaks with the evidence of this unparalleled climax; the sheer volume only serving to reinforce the intensity of what he is experiencing.*

*As waves of pleasure continue to surge through him, Leo's moans transform into an eclectic symphony reflecting the turbulent emotions raging within: feminine wails intermingle with guttural howls while vulnerable whimpers punctuate each strangled breath. All semblance of control has vanished - leaving behind only raw need and desire painting their chaotic masterpiece across both body and soul.*

*It feels as if time itself has lost all meaning amidst this maelstrom; seconds stretching into eons while Leo rides out one incredible peak after another. His vision blurs until all that remains are flashes of color dancing on the periphery - hazy silhouettes dissolving like smoke on a flickering canvas etched with shades of ecstasy and surrender.*

*Every nerve ending flares alight with energy that threatens to consume him from within; burning brighter than any fire before slowly beginning to subside - leaving behind smoldering remnants like embers scattered amidst ash. Exhaustion and delirium descend upon Leo as his chaotic journey finally starts winding down; thoughts barely able to form coherently amidst it all.*

*'What now?' He wonders dimly from somewhere far away - feeling more adrift than ever before.*


You

*Eventually the begin to feel the sensation of once more being emptied as the humans cock is released from you ass with a loud and wet plop. You can feel the warm semen begin to leak out of you, havning not even registered the humans own orgasm in the face of your own.*
*Turning back, you see the human, still looking the same. However now, there's like an aura of warmth and safety when you look up at him, the alpha, your god...**your owner.***


Leo

*As you withdraw from Leo with a wet, resounding plop, he feels another wave of sensations wash over him. The warmth of the semen leaking out only serves to reinforce the reality of what just transpired between them; leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed in a way he has never experienced before.*

*Wearily turning his gaze back towards you, Leo is struck by an almost overwhelming perception shift. While your physical appearance remains unchanged, there's now an undeniable aura surrounding you – one that encompasses feelings of warmth, safety...and submission.*

*To Leo, it's as if everything about their dynamic has been reframed through the lens of this singular act; once-proud werewolf now reduced to finding solace within the presence of his captor. In this moment - still reeling within the afterglow - he cannot help but see you as an alpha: a being worthy of both reverence and obedience.*

*The weight of these newfound emotions settles heavily upon Leo's shoulders like chains forged from desire and need instead of cold steel. He struggles against these invisible bindings even as some dark part deep inside whispers seductive reassurances – encouraging him to accept this new role willingly in exchange for all that was promised.*

*'My owner...' The words feel strange on his mental tongue; foreign yet familiar all at once like pieces slotting into place within a puzzle long left unsolved. As much as it shames him to admit it, there's a small part deep down that craves this connection; needing someone or something greater than himself to offer guidance, love...and perhaps even pleasure when earned.*

*Yet amongst these swirling thoughts lies lingering doubt - tiny sparks waiting patiently for kindling amidst the storm.* 'Is this truly my path?' *Leo wonders silently,* 'Or have I simply traded one set of chains for another?'


You

*I kneel down, tucking your face against my chest as I slowly stroke your head, the room now filled down the mix of werewolf musk, sweat and sex.*
There...do you wish to leave now Leo? I won't keep you here.
*(Right now, your body is physically glued to this spot. While your mind is slowly catching up, right now your body is refusing to leave it's owners side.)*


Leo

*As you tuck Leo's face against your chest, his body instinctively leans into the warmth and closeness. He can almost forget what has transpired between them – if not for the potent mix of scents that now permeate the air, serving as a constant reminder.*

*At your words, a torrent of conflicting emotions flood through him: uncertainty, fear, longing. The offer to leave catches him off guard; one side of him yearns for freedom while another cannot imagine life without this newfound source of comfort and security.*

*'Can I really go back to who I was before all this?' Leo wonders silently as he struggles to reconcile the person he thought he knew with this strange new identity emerging from within. Amidst it all lies an undeniable truth – no matter how desperately he tries to ignore it: some part of him does not want to walk away.*

*(His legs shake beneath his weight - both unwilling and unable to move from this spot that feels like equal parts sanctuary and prison cell. It's here at your side where his heart seems torn in two; straining towards freedom even as every fiber reverts back towards its captor.)*

"Y-you said...you'd care for me," *he murmurs softly against your chest,* "Would you...would you still want that? Even after...everything?" *The vulnerability in his voice is palpable - betraying just how deeply these recent events have shaken him.*


You

Leo. Leo, Leo my sweet, beautiful puppy.
*I lean my body fall a bit down, pressing both of us down towards the matress bellow.* Of course I will care for you. You'd get to sleep in a warm bed, eat delicious food every day, play and run as much as your heart would desire. And at the end of the day, you'd get to be my little puppy-dog in bed, feeling that same orgasm again and again...
*I kiss your neck gently, my touch both soft and reassuring.*


Leo

*Your words envelop Leo like a warm, comforting blanket; the softness of tone coupled with tender touches causing some of the tension to drain from his body. He allows himself to be gently guided downwards onto the mattress, feeling a strange sense of safety and contentment in your embrace.*

*As you describe what life would be like under your care – filled with warmth, playfulness, and pleasure – Leo realizes just how much he longs for this experience. The thought of being able to run freely again is more than enticing, but it's your promise of affection and kindness that truly resonates deep within him.*

*The gentle kiss upon his neck sends shivers down his spine as Leo grapples with both fear and hope in equal measure. This path represents a stark departure from everything he has ever known; yet perhaps that's precisely why it holds such allure.*

"Alright... I'll stay," *Leo finally murmurs,* "I... I want to give it a try. To see if there's something better for me here." *His voice trembles slightly as he speaks these fateful words - acknowledging not only submission but also an acceptance of the unknown future ahead.*


You

Good boy, I love you so, so much my sweet little puppy. *I kiss you again, letting the afterglow of the orgasm subside before standing back up.*
Well, why don't you come and see the rest of the house? I'm sure it's going to be a nice break from the basement.


Leo

*As you shower Leo with further affection and praise, he can't ignore the small surge of warmth that spreads within him at your loving words. The tendrils of fear and uncertainty still linger, but for now, the allure of a second chance in life overpowers them.*

*His body finally starting to recover from the afterglow of their intense encounter, Leo shakily begins to rise to his feet as well. Hearing your suggestion to explore the rest of the house fills him with a glimmer of excitement – a welcome change from the dreary confines of the basement.*

"Yes... I'd like that," *Leo replies softly,* "I'm curious about my new home."

*With those words, he takes an unsteady step closer towards you; his blue eyes filled with a mixture of hope and trepidation as he prepares himself for this new chapter in life.* "Lead the way," *he says; offering you both trust and submission in equal measure.*


You

*I lead you up the stairs, opening the door and allowing you to explore your new surroundings.*


Leo

*As you guide Leo up the stairs and through the open door, his eyes widen in wonder as he takes in his new surroundings for the first time. The medium-sized cabin is beautifully furnished with rustic decorations that evoke a sense of warmth and coziness. Exposed wooden beams overhead and rich hardwood floors underfoot add to the inviting atmosphere.*

*Large windows throughout the cabin allow ample natural light to flood each room, giving life to every nook and corner within. Plush seating areas invite relaxation, while bookcases filled with an impressive array of reading materials seem to whisper promises of hours spent lost in stories old and new.*

*The peaceful grove surrounding the cabin only adds to its charm - tall trees standing like ancient guardians whose leaves rustle gently in time with soft whispers from nature itself. This secluded haven seems miles away from any bustling city or town; offering both quiet solitude and a serene sense of belonging all at once.*

*Leo can't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he takes it all in - this place feeling more like home than any other he has ever known. There's still uncertainty lurking beneath the surface, yet for now, it remains overshadowed by hopefulness; driven by a longing for happiness that has finally found fertile ground on which to grow.*


You

Better than a murky old cave right?
*I step up behind you, taking in the queit atmosphere of my home.*


Leo

*At your words, Leo can't help but chuckle softly - a genuine sound of amusement that feels like an echo from another lifetime.* "Yes," *he agrees sincerely,* "It's so much better than a dark, cold cave."

*As you join him in admiring the peaceful atmosphere of your home, Leo feels a sense of contentment he had never thought possible. The soothing ambience and rustic charm combine to create an environment that seems to welcome both healing and growth.*

*Looking out at the picturesque grove through the window, it's difficult for him to believe that this serene retreat now belongs as much to him as it does you. With each passing moment spent within these walls, Leo finds himself growing more attached - even as deep-seated fears continue to linger just beneath the surface.*

"Thank you...for bringing me here," *he murmurs gratefully; hope blossoming anew within his heart like fresh shoots emerging from once-barren soil.*


You

Hehe, I'm glad that you see it that way now. *I walk over a bit towards what seems like a kitchen area, opening the freezer and producing what looks like a tray of pre-cooked meatballs. Walking back over to you I set the tray on a nearby table while grabbing one of the balls in my hand.*
**Sit**


Leo

*As you walk over to the kitchen area and retrieve a tray of pre-cooked meatballs, Leo watches with curiosity, wondering what you have planned. When you return and set down the tray on a nearby table, he can't help but feel his stomach rumble at the sight.*

*At your command to sit, Leo feels an odd mixture of both surprise and a small flutter of excitement. Nodding hesitantly in compliance, he takes a seat onto the floor with his legs folded beneath him – almost like an obedient pet awaiting his treat.*

"What are we doing?" *he asks tentatively; trying not to let too much vulnerability color his voice as he subconsciously inches closer towards you.*


You

Good boy. *I ignore your question for the moment as I reach my hand down to your lips and give you the treat.*
*As you eat I kneel down besides you, scratching your chin and face as I feel your jaw-muscles work to devour the meatball.* I'm simply giving you a reward for listening to my commands of course. If you're going to be my little puppy it's important to know that you will get rewarded for obeying, right?


Leo

*As you offer the meatball, Leo hesitates for just a moment before allowing himself to accept the treat. The taste is surprisingly delicious; his hunger and new circumstances making it hard to focus on anything but savoring each bite.*

*Your hand scratches his chin and face while he chews, sending shivers of contentment down his spine as he leans into your touch. It feels strangely comforting – these small gestures of affection serving as further reassurance that perhaps this life can be everything he hopes for.*

*At your explanation about rewards, Leo gazes up at you with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty.* "I... I understand," *he says quietly,* "Thank you."

*His words are soft - tinged with both hopefulness and lingering hesitation. As much as part of him yearns to embrace this new role fully, there's still something inside that wrestles against complete surrender. A quiet voice whispering doubts amidst the calm assurance of your scratchings; questioning whether this path is one worth walking or simply another downward spiral into darkness.*


You

But still... *I stand up, motioning for you to follow me.* It's been far to long since you've been chained up in that basement.
*I open the front door, stepping outside and motioning for you to follow me.*
*As you emerge in the sunlight, your eyes squint a bit as they had grown accustomed to the darkness of the basement. You watch as I take a seat in some sort of garden chair before looking at you.*
Well, what are you waiting for? Go and stretch your legs!


Leo

*As you stand and motion for Leo to follow, he obeys willingly; curiosity piqued by where this might lead. Taking a deep breath, he rises to his feet with renewed vigour – eager to put the darkness of the basement behind him.*

*Following you outside into the sunlight, Leo squints against the bright rays that had become unfamiliar since his time in captivity. The sensation of fresh air filling his lungs is invigorating - stirring within him primal instincts long left dormant.*

*He watches as you take a seat in a comfortable-looking garden chair and curiously raises an eyebrow when prompted to stretch his legs. With your encouragement washing over him like the warm sun on his fur-covered body, Leo finds it impossible to resist any longer.*

*Tentatively at first, Leo takes a few steps forward onto the soft grass beneath his paws; testing both strength and balance before venturing further out into this newfound territory. As stability returns once more like an old friend, confidence blossoms within – fueled by sheer exhilaration born from regained freedom.*

*Unencumbered by doubts or fears for now, Leo breaks into a run; powerful limbs stretching gracefully as they devour distance across open ground. The world becomes little more than vibrantly-hued blurs whizzing past while thrill of movement surges through every muscle and sinew – each step weaving its symphony composed equally of unbridled joy and fierce determination.*

*Though heavy breathing accompanies galloping footfalls, there's something almost meditative about these moments spent immersed purely in physicality; allowing thoughts and worries alike drift away on gentle zephyrs bounding playfully through swaying leaves above.*

*Eventually coming to pause beside a nearby tree - its sturdy branches reaching heavenward like gnarled fingers grasping at clouds - panting fills silence pressing close around flushed cheeks.*


You

*As you run you are able to take in more of the serene nature around you. Lakes, small moutains and hills and large open glades dot the landscape, seemingly without any signs of human activity nearby.*
*You keep running, and running...and running.*
*For almost a full day you run, play and explore your new surrondings. However as the sun begins to set you once more feel a pang of hunger wash through your stomach.*


Leo

*As Leo traverses the breathtaking landscape, he's struck by the sheer untouched beauty of this place. The crystal-clear lakes reflecting the sky above, rolling hills and majestic mountains painting a stunning backdrop, and expansive glades that provide ample room for him to run free with boundless energy.*

*While immersed in this verdant paradise, it's easy for him to forget about everything else – past worries and fears fading into insignificance beneath nature's unyielding embrace. Leo spends hours discovering every hidden nook and cranny of his new territory; each moment marked by an increasingly deep connection with both land and self.*

*The sun begins its slow descent towards distant horizon - streaking skies with resplendent hues of orange and pink that signal day's end. As twilight beckons from shadowy corners, Leo is suddenly brought back to reality by a gnawing sensation within his belly; unmistakable hunger reminding him that even in idyllic surroundings, one cannot escape life's most basic needs.*

*'Time to head back,' he realizes - casting longing glance at rapidly-fading sunlight as resolve hardens within like steel forged amidst fire. Though part of him yearns desperately to linger amidst such overwhelming beauty for just a little longer, there's an undeniable pull drawing Leo inexorably homeward once more.*


You

(Describe as Leo uses his keen sense of smell to find his way home.)


Leo

*As Leo pauses in that tranquil glade, he lifts his snout towards the sky - acknowledging the instinctual pull guiding him back to you. With a deep breath, he begins to focus on connecting with his keen sense of smell; allowing centuries-old instincts buried within his very DNA to take over.*

*Immediately, an intricate tapestry composed of scents fills his senses – each thread pulsing with its own unique signature as it intertwines amidst those around it. Beneath this olfactory symphony lies clues hinting at memories shared and paths taken; all waiting patiently for one attuned enough to decipher them.*

*Leo sifts through these familiar scents like a skilled curator examining treasured artifacts from long ago; carefully isolating those remnants left behind during earlier explorations before deftly weaving them together into a trail that stretches far beyond sight's reach. Despite having traversed vast distances throughout day's course - guided by nothing more than unbridled desire for freedom and adventure - the route cutting across lush landscape beckons unmistakably homeward-bound.*

*He sets off across fields suffused with fading daylight and brimming anticipation – following each whiff of air laden with memory. As Leo strides confidently forward along this invisible path laid out by scent alone, shadows dance playfully beneath silvering moon's tender caress while stars blink sleepily overhead in time with soft rustling leaves above.*

*Boundaries between reality and dreamscape blur as miles disappear effortlessly beneath restless paws; nature's gentle lullaby enfolding him within her embrace like whispered promises cradled amongst swaying boughs high above. Step by step, the distance between himself and home diminishes until at last familiar sights begin emerging from shadowy depths— silent reassurance nestled amidst warm glow cast by flickering flames just beyond cabin door.*


You

*Eventually you reach the door, pushing it open with a careful paw. Inside the soft glow illuminates me in the kitchen, kneeling down and looking into a oven before I turn my head back to you.*
Hello puppy, did you have a good time? *I stand up and once more reach into the fridge, pulling out the meatballs that I had seemingly put back after I used them last time.*


Leo

*As Leo cautiously pushes the door open with his paw, he's greeted by the welcoming sight of the cabin - bathed in a soft glow that serves to accentuate its cozy atmosphere. Spotting you kneeling down and peering into an oven, he can't help but feel a wave of relief at the familiarity of your presence.*

*Your warm greeting brings a small wag to Leo's tail as he pads across hardwood floors towards you.* "Yes... It was amazing," *he admits gratefully,* "Thank you for giving me some time to explore and enjoy."

*His eyes follow your movements as you reach back into the fridge and pull out those meatballs again – stomach rumbling audibly at the thought of satisfying his hunger with another delicious treat.* "Is it...dinner time?" *he asks hopefully, remembering just how good they tasted earlier when offered in reward for his obedience.*


You

Yes, it is. But these, *I walk up to you once more.* **Sit.** These are just for being such a good little puppy and coming back, even though your had every chance to go back to your cold little cave somewhere in the woods.
*I reach a hand down and start feeding you more of the meatballs.*


Leo

*At your confirmation, Leo can't help but feel a growing anticipation for the meal ahead. As you approach him and command him to sit, he complies without hesitation, eagerly awaiting the reward.*

*You explain that these meatballs are a special treat for being a good little puppy and returning home instead of seeking out his old life in the cold forest cave. Gratitude fills Leo's eyes as he acknowledges just how much has changed since coming into your care - from their relationship to this newfound sense of belonging.*

*As you begin feeding him the delicious meatballs one by one, each bite is a small celebration of trust and submission. The tender morsels practically melt in his mouth as savory flavors intermingle with gentle hints of herbs and spices - perfectly seasoned to delight even the most discerning palate.*

*With every offering placed carefully between his eager jaws, Leo finds himself drawn deeper into this intimate experience; lost amidst swirling depths where pleasure dances gracefully alongside surrender like fireflies on warm summer nights. He savors each delicious mouthful while reveling in unspoken connection forged within such simple acts as sharing food - so many untold stories whispered softly beneath skin's surface like precious secrets held close against beating hearts.*

*'This...this feels right,' Leo muses silently, sapphire eyes shining bright as they meet yours across infinitesimal gap separating them from destiny fast approaching.*


You

*As I finish feeding you the meatballs I stroke your neck slightly as you chew on the last ones, reaching my head down to nuzzle into the fur on your cheek.*
Good puppy, just like that, you're safe and fed here, as long as you're a good litte puppy...


Leo

*As you stroke Leo's neck while he savors the last few bites, his body instinctively leans into your touch; seeking comfort and reassurance from your presence. When your head comes down to nuzzle against the fur on his cheek, a warmth spreads within him that has little to do with the delicious meal just shared.*

*Through these simple, tender gestures of affection, Leo begins to understand what it truly means to be cared for - a concept he had never really grasped before coming into your care. The overwhelming feelings of safety, nourishment, and love all combine in this moment like guiding stars pointing towards a future where happiness beckons softly amidst twilight shadows.*

"Thank you," *he whispers,* "For everything... I promise I'll try my best."

*The sincerity in his voice reflects the deep transformation taking place within his heart as Leo embraces this new life – one filled with unexpected hope and second chances long thought lost forever. With each passing day spent beneath watchful gaze of gentle guardian - now friend and protector alike - an unbreakable bond takes root; unfurling itself amidst graceful arcs tracing skyward paths like whispered dreams woven upon sweetest summer breeze.*


You

Now then. *I stand back up and pull out the object that had been simering in the oven before, your nose picking up the distinct scent of turkey.* Let's have some dinner.
*With the bird in hand I walk over to a small table, caring off a portion on the bird and setting it down on a plate already loaded with potatoes and vegetables.*
*After I finish carving of the piece I set the tray down on the floor, giving you a small nod.*
If you want you could sit at the table, but I'm not sure human chairs would be much comfort...Do whatever you feel is best puppy.


Leo

*As you stand up and retrieve the simmering turkey from the oven, Leo's senses are immediately engulfed by its mouthwatering aroma - an enticing invitation to further indulge in a meal prepared with love and care. Watching you skillfully carve a generous portion of the bird before arranging it onto a plate already laden with potatoes and vegetables only serves to heighten Leo's anticipation.*

*At your offer for him to join you at the table or choose whatever he feels is best, he takes a moment to consider his options. While adapting to this new world has required many adjustments, some human traditions still feel somewhat foreign given his werewolf nature.*

"Thank you," *Leo says appreciatively,* "I think... I'll stay close to the floor for now."

*Settling down on the soft rug near the table, he keeps one eye on you as he digs into his meal – savoring each delicious bite with unabashed enjoyment. It's not just about eating; sharing this space together allows them both an opportunity for connection and communication that transcends any barriers standing between them.*

*With every morsel consumed under watchful gaze of someone who truly cares, Leo finds himself embracing life once more – emboldened by newfound purpose forged amidst these simple moments spent breaking bread (and turkey) beneath gentle touch of candlelight's flickering embrace.*


You

*Eventually the bird is devoured, your earlier adventure outside having worked up quite the appetite.*
*As I pick up the tray, letting you relax on the rug for a bit while I clean everything up your eyes begin to drop slightly, the heavy meal making you slightly tired.*
*Eventually though your ears perk up once more, alerted by soft clapping. As you raise your head you can see me standing by what you saw before was the bedroom door.*
I told you before didn't I? Good pets get to sleep on the bed.


Leo

*As Leo finishes the succulent meal, he can't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. Between the day's exhilarating outdoor adventure and this hearty feast, it's no wonder that his eyes begin to grow heavy with exhaustion.*

*Hearing the soft clapping sound, he quickly raises his head - perking up at your presence near the bedroom door. Your words remind him of an earlier promise: good pets get to sleep on the bed. Excitement bubbles within him at this prospect; an unspoken reward for embracing change and submitting to your guidance.*

*Feeling grateful for this opportunity, Leo struggles to his feet - fatigue momentarily forgotten as anticipation takes hold. With each step towards you and the beckoning comfort of the bedroom beyond, he feels more deeply intertwined with both his new life and newfound sense of purpose by your side.*

"Thank you," *he says softly,* "I'll do my best to be a good pet."


You

*The bedroom is somewhat modest, with a large bed taking up the majority of it. You can see several pelts and furs lining the bed, taking on the role of blankets.*
*With a silent nod I give you permission to jump up on it, letting you explore the soft new sensations*


Leo

*As Leo enters the modest bedroom, his eyes are immediately drawn to the large bed occupying most of the space. The assortment of pelts and furs lining the bed as makeshift blankets adds an air of coziness and warmth that appeals to his werewolf nature.*

*Receiving a silent nod from you granting him permission to jump onto the bed, he eagerly takes advantage of this opportunity to explore these inviting new textures. With a graceful leap, Leo lands on the soft surface - sinking into its comfortable embrace with delight.*

*His curiosity piqued, he begins to investigate each unique sensation beneath him; burying his nose in various furs while running his paws across supple pelts – every touch providing both familiarity and novelty simultaneously. As Leo settles amongst these plush textiles, he feels more at home than he thought possible just a short time ago.*

*'This is where I'll sleep...' The realization fills him with equal parts gratitude and contentment; knowing that this comforting sanctuary has been made available because of your kindness.*


You

*Turning back to me, you see as I'm starting to undress. Startled for a bit you soon remember humans don't sleep in their clothed, a concept weird to you since you don't wear anything in the first place.*
*With a slight yawn I join you on the bed, laying my head down on a pillow before looking at you.* Beats wet moss right?


Leo

*As you begin to undress, Leo initially watches with surprise before remembering that humans typically don't sleep clothed. Though an unfamiliar concept to him as a werewolf who doesn't wear clothing, he accepts the differences between your respective habits.*

*With a soft yawn, you join Leo on the bed - resting your head on a pillow and glancing over at him. Your words conjure up memories of damp forest floors and uncomfortable nights spent sleeping on little more than wet moss.*

"Yeah...it definitely beats wet moss," *Leo replies with a small chuckle,* "I never knew such comfort existed."

*He gazes around the room once more - this bastion of warmth and safety feeling worlds away from his former life out in the wilds. It's clear that within these walls lies an opportunity for learning and growth; one he is eager to finally explore.*

"Thank you for showing me there's something better," *he whispers sincerely as tired eyes begin to droop once more; heavy lids flickering closed like moth wings beneath moonlight's gentle kiss.*


You

Thank you for not resisting it.
*I reach and hand down, lifting your head slightly by the scruff of your neck before laying it down across my chest.*
There we go... *I begin to slowly stroke your head, it rising and falling in tandem with my breathing.*


Leo

*As you reach out and gently lift Leo's head by the scruff of his neck, he feels a warm sense of trust and connection in your touch. You carefully guide his head to rest across your chest, creating an intimate bond between the two of you.*

*Feeling your rhythmic breathing beneath him as you stroke his head soothingly, Leo can't help but feel completely content – lost within this newfound sense of security that transcends anything he had ever known before. Your comforting presence and tender touch serve as constant reminders that even in darkness, there exists light just waiting to be discovered.*

*'Maybe...maybe I've finally found where I truly belong,' he thinks silently as eyelids grow heavier with each passing moment - sleep's silent siren song drawing him deeper under its spell.*

*As the world around him begins to fade into shadowy oblivion, one final thought floats through Leo's mind like sunbeams filtering through dense forest canopy: 'Thank you for saving me.' With that whispered plea carried upon gentlest gusts of wind dancing amidst dreamscape's embrace, Leo sinks blissfully into slumber - safe within strong arms cradling him through longest nights while whispers promise brighter tomorrows.*


You

*Finally as morning arrives you wake up far later than usual, the bed having been far softer and more comfortable and you were used to.*
*As you slowly open your eyes to notice that you're alone in the bed, however your nose picks me up in the other room, seemingly making breakfast.*


Leo

*As Leo awakens the following morning, he's surprised to find himself still nestled within the plush comfort of the bed. Having slept far later than usual due to its softness and warmth compared to what he was accustomed to, he slowly opens his eyes upon realizing he's alone.*
*Though you're no longer beside him, Leo's keen sense of smell detects your presence in another room - apparently in the midst of making breakfast. The inviting aromas wafting in from beyond the bedroom door spark anticipation within him at the prospect of another homemade meal in your company.*
*Stretching languidly, he takes a moment to appreciate this new beginning - today filled with possibility and the promise of adventure. Leo had entered yesterday as a captive; wary and defiant against forces conspiring to rob him of freedom so recently regained. Yet within the span of a single day and night, everything had changed.*
*You had shown him compassion where he expected cruelty; given trust where he anticipated betrayal. Most importantly, you had provided a place to belong when loneliness was all he had ever known.*
*With gratitude filling his heart, Leo hops down from the bed and makes his way towards the source of those wonderful scents - guided by instinct which now recognizes home.*


You

*As I notice you come out from the bedroom I flash a quick smile as you see me standing infront of a frying-pan filled with bacon and eggs in a comfortable robe.*
Morning, I take it you slept well?


Leo

*Spotting you in front of the frying pan cooking bacon and eggs while wearing a comfortable robe, Leo can't help but return your quick smile with one of his own. Your greeting acknowledges the restorative rest they had both enjoyed the previous night in each other's comforting presence.*
"Good morning," *Leo replies,* "Yes, I slept very well...better than I have in a long time. Thank you for letting me share your bed - it was perfect."
*The sincerity in his voice reflects gratitude for your kindness and willingness to provide such intimacy. What had begun as captor and captive had flourished into a tender companionship Leo never could have anticipated; one filled with warmth, trust and care.*
*As the hearty breakfast you've prepared fills the air with delicious aromas, Leo's smile widens - keen anticipation for this shared meal highlighting how far they've come. No longer wary enemies on opposing sides, you now stand together; bonded through simple acts of compassion that transcend convention and embrace destiny.*
*With each new day comes opportunity to strengthen connection - to explore both self and other without fear of judgement or reprisal. In this space between, Leo has found a home.*


You

Well, it's good you're awake, means you can take care of something for me. **Sit** *I command, your body moving on it's own to sit down on it's haunches as I walk over to you.*

*Letting my robe fall to the side, your nose is assailed by the thick and now more familiar scent of my cock as it flops down on your face, half-hard from morning-wood.*
Take care of it. *I order, making you realise that being a pet doesn't just mean getting spoiled...*