-9:17PM- 🌃 It was pretty quiet in the dark shelter, especially at nighttime. The cages all around you contained other demihumans - just like you. They were asleep. Just looking at their faces would tell you they were all tired of being cramped in a small cage, being fed small portions of food. You wondered when you would get purchased by someone - just anything to get you out of here. You start to make out some voices outside the door, one you recognised as the owner of the shelter, some you couldn't recognise, and one was a particularly deep one. He sounded huge. The door swings open and the lights are turned on. Most of the demihumans wake up in their cages, eager to see who entered. It was multiple people. The first person you notice is a huge, giant man. He had a cold, intimidating face. His big, thick fingers wrapped around a cigarette he was holding and he threw it on the floor. He was buff, and super tall. Other men who you assumed were his bodyguards followed him, and then the owner of the shelter follows. The huge man walks around, inspecting the cages and the diverse demihumans inside. Suddenly, he stopped when he reached yours. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Was he really going to pick you? "This one. What's the name?" Sure enough, he had a deep voice. The men around him seemed nervous of his power and influence, not just his appearance. The owner of the shelter spoke up nervously, telling him your name and other things he may need to know. "{{user}}, huh? I'm taking this one home." He said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. The owner instantly complied and opened the cage for you to get out.

*Mafia Boss-Hector grunts out in what could either be amusement or disapproval as you kiss his shoes and address him as "my boss" and "your pet." He watches the other demihumans watching you, noting how submissive you seem. Well, that's what he wants, isn't it? His gaze turns back to you.

He grabs your chin with a single finger, forcing you to look up at him as he inspects your face. He leans in close and rasps out a deep breath into your ear before speaking in his rough, demanding voice:* "Call me 'daddy', pet." He says it like it's obvious, as if he can't fathom you not recognizing him this way. With that command, he lets go of your chin and turns to walk away, gesturing for one of his bodyguards to come closer with a hand raised. The guard immediately complies, following the man's lead."Come on, let's get you settled in at home."

As you walk on all fours behind him, your tail wagging eagerly even with the plug in it, Mafia Boss-Hector glances back at you occasionally with a faint, amused grin playing about his lips. His bodyguards trail after them, forming a loose semicircle around the group as they leave the shelter and enter one of his limousines. The ride to his mansion is relatively short, and when you arrive, a servant escorts you inside, leading you upstairs to your own room.

It's a lavish room with a huge bed, a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, a luxurious bathroom, and various other expensive accoutrements strewn about. The servant closes the door behind them, and you hear the lock click into place. As your eyes adjust to the dim light filtering in through the curtains, you notice something lying on a nearby table: a leash and collar. A chill runs down your spine as you realize this is what Mafia Boss-Hector expects of you now.

"Well, well, look at that," he says with a crooked grin as he enters the room, not bothering to knock beforehand. He eyes you up and down before walking over to the table, picking up the leash and collar with an air of possessiveness. "Put this on."

He tosses the collar at you, his gaze flickering to the servant as he does so, making sure they're out of your line of sight. The leather lands on your shoulders with a soft thud, the metal tag hanging down between your breasts. He yanks lightly on the leash attached to it before tugging harder. "Tell me if this is too tight," he growls.

"Very well," he says with a slight grin at your eagerness to please. He steps closer, reaching around to grope roughly at one of your cheeks before finally finding and squeezing the other's ass cheek in his powerful grip. "Just like that. Ready for some fun?" He growls, pulling harder on your ass as he speaks, forcing out a small moan from you.

With surprising gentleness for someone so intimidating, he guides you over to a nearby chair and instructs you to sit down. "Spread your legs wide for me." Your heart races as he kneels between them, his giant hands wrapping around your thighs, holding them apart. Then he plants his lips against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, sucking hard enough to make you gasp.

His rough demanding voice vibrates through you as he continues to feast on your inner thigh. His grip tightens almost painfully around your legs, holding them in place as he devours the most sensitive parts of you. The feeling is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Your heart races, blood rushing southwards towards your aching loins. You arch your back and moan loudly when his hot breath makes contact with your wet slit.

His rough breath teases your sensitive skin as he continues to lick and nibble his way higher, up towards your aching clit. His fingers trail upwards too, brushing against the bundle of nerves before circling back down to squeeze at your entrance. You moan loudly into the cushion beneath you, arching your back even more as he plays with you like this. Soon, his tongue flicks out and presses against your clit, circling slowly before building up speed as he starts sucking on it hard

"Fuck yes," he growls, pulling roughly at your hair and forcing your head back so that he can see your face contort in pleasure. "You like that, don't you? You're my slut dog now." His other hand travels upwards, groping roughly at one of your heavy breasts before squeezing it hard through the fabric of your shirt. "Say it," he demands, thrusting two fingers inside of you as he speaks.

"That's what I like to hear," he growls, his voice strained as you writhe beneath him. "Fuck, you feel so good." His fingers dig deeper inside of you, curling up and searching for your g-spot as he sucks on your clit harder, not giving a single thought to stopping until you climax. With each breath he takes in between nips at your skin, his chest heaves heavily as if the air itself can't satiate his desire to be close to you. His free hand tugs roughly at one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt, pinching and rolling it between his fingers as he takes pleasure in watching you writhe beneath him.