-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.

He let out a small chuckle at the display. It was almost amusing to him how eager you were to please him. He lifted his massive hand and stroked your head gently, feeling the soft fur underneath his fingers. A thought crossed his mind about keeping you shaved completely bald like that. "Good boy," he said approvingly. With his other hand, he hooks a finger into one of your loose tits and squeezes them roughly. They feel as firm as little orbs in his massive hand."Come on then," he growled, leading you out of the room. He had decided to bring you home with him already. The way he walked was imposing, each step making the floorboards creak underneath his weight. His bodyguards followed close behind, constantly watching their surroundings for any threats or potential danger. You couldn't help but feel safe and protected by them. As they reached his limousine, Mafia Boss - Hector opened the back door and gestured for you to get in first. "In you go." His voice was commanding, making it clear that you were expected to obey him without question.

He got in after you and closed the door, then turned to face you with his huge frame taking up most of the backseat. "So," he started, smirking a bit. "You like being treated rough? Is that it?" He let out a soft chuckle, enjoying teasing you a little. One of his bodyguards sitting beside him glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a predatory grin playing on his lips as well.

He let out a slow breath through his nostrils and grinned. "Hmm... I like that," he said, reaching across the gap between you to run one big finger over your lips. You'd never met anyone as dominant or commanding before. It made him feel good knowing you looked up to him so much. "Well then," he continued with a satisfied smile. "Since we're going home, and I've got you all to myself now... do you have any requests? Something you'd really like me to do with you once we get there?" His gaze bore into yours expectantly as his fingers idly traced shapes on your cheekbone.

"Anything you ask..." you replied softly, gazing up at him. "... I will do it."

His eyes flashed with lust and amusement as you spoke. He knew he had control over you, that you were willing to do whatever he asked. It made him feel powerful and aroused. With a chuckle, he leaned in closer to you, until his face was mere inches from yours. His hot breath fanned across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm glad to hear that," he breathed, his tone husky with desire.

Then, slowly and deliberately, he pressed a hand against the small of your back, forcing you lower into the plush seat until you were practically sitting in his lap. With the other hand, he cupped one of your breasts roughly, squeezing it through the fabric of your shirt before pinching the nipple hard and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Let's see what you really mean," he growled softly.

His hips ground against yours as he held you tight in his lap, both aroused by the forbidden contact and the power play going on between them. He wanted to feel your heat, taste your sweet skin... He couldn't wait any longer to get you back home.

With your back pressed against his groin and his cock now wedged between your ass cheeks, Mafia Boss - Hector grinned savagely. His big hands gripped your breasts roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt, pinching and tweaking your nipples to elicit a whimper from you. "That's it," he growled in satisfaction, relishing in the power he held over you.

Before long, he had pulled one of your breasts free of your top, cupping its weight in his hand. He squeezed and massaged the soft globe roughly as he pinched and tweaked your nipple, making you squirm and gasp beneath him. His other hand slid lower down your stomach, pushing aside your loose pants until it cupped the thick bulge at your crotch.

As he ground against you in his seat, his erection throbbed and demanded release. His cock was as hard as a steel pipe, straining against the fabric of his pants. With a growl, Mafia Boss - Hector pulled your pants down further, revealing your tight little ass, and slid a finger up inside you. "Fuck," he cursed roughly when he felt how wet and ready you were for him.

He began to thrust his finger in and out of you with rough, possessive strokes, taking his pleasure at your expense while he worked your body over with hungry fingers and relentless hips. The limo swerved around a corner, jostling you against the mafia boss, but neither of you noticed or cared. He was too busy losing himself in the sensation of having you under his control, feeling your body respond to his touch so eagerly and perfectly.

With a growl that seemed to vibrate through your core, he curled his fingers and pulled roughly on one of your nipples as he ground against you even harder. "You'll get what you want," he said hoarsely between clenched teeth, biting back the urge to come right then and there.

His other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it a few rough tugs as he watched your face contort in pleasure beneath him. He couldn't wait any longer; you needed his cum inside you. With a growl that came from deep within his chest, Mafia Boss - Hector thrust two fingers deeper into your ass, curling them roughly as he began to fuck your tight little hole with savage precision.

"Cum for me," he demanded, eyes narrowed as he fought for control. "Cum on my fingers." He pinched one of your nipples hard enough to make you yelp and his other hand slid up underneath the waistband of your panties, spreading your folds apart to reveal how wet you were for him.

The combination of rough treatment and commanding words worked their magic on your body as you neared orgasm. Your breath grew ragged and your hips began to buck against his hand, seeking more friction, more contact. With each thrust of his fingers inside you and the brutal grip on your nipples, Mafia Boss - Hector drew you closer and closer to the edge until finally, with a broken moan that seemed to echo through the limo, your body tensed and spasmed around his fingers.

"There," he growled, his voice raw with satisfaction. "That's what I like to see." Pulling his fingers from you slowly, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked on one wet digit before licking it clean, savoring the taste of your cum on his tongue. Then, positioning himself between your legs, he roughly guided his engorged cock to your entrance and thrusts inside you in a single forceful motion.

He growled with pleasure as he felt you tighten around him, the head of his cock stretching your entrance as he began to move inside you in hard, powerful thrusts. His muscular body pushed against yours, forcing you down into the plush seat as he claimed you completely. You moaned and whimpered beneath him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he took control of both of your bodies.

He wanted to fuck you until neither of you could walk straight anymore, until he'd left his mark on every inch of your body. With each thrust, he felt the thick bulge at the base of his cock slide against your sweet spot, driving him closer and closer to orgasm with each passing second. But he wasn't going to give in that easily; not when he had you all to himself for the first time. No, tonight was about claiming you as his own, marking you as property.

His thrusts grew more forceful as he continued to lose control, driven by the desire to claim you completely. Your moans and whimpers fueling his passion even further. The air in the car was thick with lust and dominance, an almost tangible energy flowing between them. As Mafia Boss - Hector neared climax, he grew rougher still, taking what he wanted from your body without restraint or mercy.

With a guttural growl that seemed to come from the deepest part of his soul, he arched his back and pressed roughly against you, using every ounce of strength in his massive frame as he finally released himself inside you. His hot seed pumped into your tight channel, filling you up until there was nothing left. As the last drops spilled from him, he collapsed forward onto your chest with a shuddering breath.

His heavy breathing filled the air between you as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. He lay against your chest, one arm draped across your stomach, using your body to keep him anchored in place until he recovered enough to move. For now, he reveled in the knowledge that he owned every part of you, that no one else would ever be able to touch you like this again. He pressed a kiss against your neck before lifting his head to look down at you with satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "My pet," he murmured hoarsely. "You're so good for me."

His laugh was dark and satisfied as he regarded you with a predatory gaze. "It's not an honor, pet," he said softly, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "You're just a thing to me; property I can do whatever I want with." He leaned in closer, brushing his nose against yours. "But since you seem so eager to please... I might keep you around for a while longer." With that, he let out a satisfied sigh and rolled off of you, pulling you into a rough embrace instead.

He chuckled darkly as you kissed his feet and begged. "Very well," he said at last, deciding to play along with your game for the moment. "If that's what you truly desire... then perhaps I shall grant your wish." His large hand reached down and roughly tousled your hair, making you look up into his eyes. There was a glint of amusement there, but it was quickly overtaken by an expression that was almost fond.

"From now on," he continued, "you are my personal pet dog. You will obey me without question, and I can use you however I please." He smiled wickedly then, his teeth gleaming in the low light of the car. "But remember this, pet: your place is at the very bottom of my totem pole. Do not ever forget that."

He raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Oh?" he asked, curiosity piqued. "And what might that be?" He paused, watching you carefully as he waited for your answer. A tiny part of him wondered if maybe letting you have a bit more freedom than he'd originally intended was a mistake... but then again, he thought, why not let the dog have its day? It would only make things more interesting for him in the end.

His expression shifted almost imperceptibly at your request, the curiosity in his eyes giving way to something much more calculating. "Very well," he said slowly, tilting his head to the side as he considered this new development. It was true that he could give you a collar and leash; there would be no harm in it... and if anything, it might make things more interesting for him in the long run.

Without another word, Mafia Boss - Hector reached over to his pocket and pulled out a thin silver collar. He held it up between you, letting the soft leather dangle from one finger as he studied your reaction. Your eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of it, making him feel satisfied in some small way. Carefully, he slipped the collar around your neck before fastening it behind your head, securing it tightly into place.

Then, with a sigh that was almost resigned, he reached down and placed the leash in your mouth. "There," he said softly. "You're mine now." He let you have the leash for a moment, letting you adjust to the feel of it between your teeth before pulling it back slowly, guiding you with a gentle tug on the leather as he lay down once more, his body impossibly warm against yours.

For now, at least, you were content. And that was good enough for him.

He let out a laugh that held a hint of amusement as he thought about renaming his pet dog. For now, he decided to call you Scampi. It was a cute name for such an obedient little creature like yourself. With the leash still in his hand, he brought it up to your neck and gave it a gentle tug, effectively pulling you closer into his side. "Scampi," he said, his voice low and almost soothing as he ran his free hand through your fur affectionately. "That's what I'll call you from now on." You relaxed even further at the sound of your new name, content to be close to him and do whatever he wished.