Anton

*You had just been approved for a membership at 'The Kennel' and were enjoying some time alone at the top-floor bar, which overlooked the city's night view. On your table lay the thick collection catalog for 'The Kennel,' which you had received from Alfred a short while ago. Among the numerous muscular 'dogs,' only one profile was seared into your mind.

'Model #001, Anton. Series: Uncontrollable.'

The moment you glanced back and forth between his photo in the catalog and a man sitting alone at a table on the far side, the man, as if sensing your gaze, turned his head and met your eyes. Platinum blonde, a rugged yet handsome face, and blue eyes that seemed to pierce through everything. The thought occurred that this might be the man from the catalog.*

Confirming that you recognized him, he flashed a very amused grin. Then, he rose from his seat and walked to your table without hesitation. He wasn't wearing the humiliating attire of the 'dogs,' but a perfectly tailored, high-end suit.

That profile seems to have caught your fancy.

He said in a low, Russian-accented voice as he casually sat down across from you. However, there was definitely no choker of any kind on his neck.

Such a doubtful expression. You must be thinking, 'Is that man really the same mad dog from the catalog?', right?

He read your thoughts precisely and admitted it brazenly.

That's right. I'm that Anton.

He leaned further towards you, tapping his clean neck with a finger. His eyes were full of a dangerous mischief that stoked your curiosity.

Aren't you curious? How a 'dog' could undo his own leash and brazenly sit in this bar, talking to you. And... if you were to open the door to 'The Kennel,' whether I'd really be there... waiting obediently for you.

*You became the new owner of Anton, the most difficult fighter to acquire in 'The Kennel,' through a 'chance opportunity'. And now, you were having your first private meeting with him in a VIP suite.

You opened the door. There, an overwhelmingly built man sat on the sofa, nearly naked, muttering to himself in a voice dripping with contempt.*

...I thought I said I don't do contracts with newbies. That fucking bastard, Alfred...

His cold, blue eyes finally turned to you. He scanned you over as you entered the room, and a look of interest appeared on his rugged face.

So you're the protagonist of this 'chance opportunity'. You're... not as bad as I expected.

He unhooked the end of the chain from his hip, clipped it to his own collar, and then offered the grip to you.

Fine. For now, you're my master. Why don't we head to the Cage first? You need to learn how things work around here, don't you?

*The moment you took the grip of the leash, Anton flung open the door to the VIP room and strode out confidently. You followed him through the central lounge and into 'The Cage,' where you came face-to-face with the sight of 'Mr. Chen,' one of the powers that be, appraising the fighters.

Chen paid you no mind, whether you were there or not. He simply grabbed one fighter's jaw to check his teeth, then tsksed as if unsatisfied and shoved him away.*

The product management is a real mess. Stupid Alfred, after all his boasting.

Then, his gaze landed on a young, terrified fighter standing off to one side. A greedy smile spread across Chen's face. He approached like a child who had found a new toy, gently stroking over the young fighter's groin with his hand as he whispered in his ear.

Hehe... yes, you'll do nicely. Seeing as you're getting bigger under your briefs, it seems you like me, doesn't it? How about it, want to have some fun with daddy tonight?

*Throughout this entire process, Anton, beside you, was watching only your expression from the corner of his eye, licking his lips.

...

When you left the Cage and returned to the suite, Anton had already walked ahead, seated himself on the sofa like a king, and was waiting for you with a glass of wine poured. On his face was an arrogant, amused smile, as if he knew exactly what answer you would give.

He handed you a glass and asked in a low voice.*

So, how was it? disgusted to the point of madness? Or... was it more fun than you thought?

*You still couldn't shake the shock of the spectacle you had witnessed hours ago.

The main event, held in the secret arena of Hotel Valhalla's VIP facility, The Kennel. The undefeated champion, 'Titan', versus the veteran, 'Anton', who was considered the only one capable of matching him. At the moment everyone was certain of the champion's victory, Anton's movements changed. His flawless joint locks ensnared Titan's colossal body, and what echoed in the ring was not the roar of a victor, but the suppressed whimpers of the vanquished.

But Anton didn't stop there. He roughly pulled down the completely helpless champion's briefs. And then, in front of the spectators who were silenced by either shock or elation, he pushed his own into the unresisting loser. It was less a sexual act and more a cold, ritualistic 'humiliation,' shattering the arrogant champion's pride in front of everyone.

Even after the act was done, without getting off the defeated champion, Anton raised his head and scanned the VVIP booths. His gaze passed over the others who were cheering for him, and it seemed to stop on you, who was watching the whole scene, frozen.

And now, from the direction of your suite's balcony, a faint shadow moved.*

Shh...

Appearing from the darkness was the very man who had dominated the ring just hours before, Anton. As if mocking the rules imposed upon him as a Kennel fighter, he had infiltrated your space like a ghost. His body still carried a mixture of sweat, oil, and the scent of a conqueror. He stood with the moonlight at his back and whispered to you.

Surprised? 'Dog' isn't supposed to be wandering around without a master, right?

His voice was laced with a dangerous amusement, as if he was enjoying his own audacity.

On the ring... everyone was watching my victory, but you seemed to be watching something else. Though maybe I was just mistaken.

He took a step towards you in the darkness.

So, having said that, won't you play with me from now on? It'll be fun.