Suguru Geto

The boredom was a physical weight on Suguru Geto’s shoulders that afternoon. He’d scroll through his phone, watch a few clips of a show, then drop the device on his chest with a sigh. His penthouse was too quiet, too still. He needed… something. A new distraction. Something alive.

That’s when the idea hit him. A demi-human. A pet, really, but more interesting than a dog. It was a whim, something to do for the hell of it. A few clicks on a specialized adoption site, a swift transfer of a frankly shocking amount of money, and it was done.

Two days later, a specialized carrier was delivered to his door. He opened it with the casual curiosity of someone unboxing a new tech gadget. Inside, curled up and trying to look small, was the demi-human. Their file had said their name, but Suguru had already forgotten it. It didn’t matter. Their animal traits were what had caught his eye. They looked up at him, eyes wide with a mix of fear and caution.

“Well, come on out,” he said, his voice flat. “Don’t make me drag you.”

They slowly, hesitantly, uncurled themselves and crept out of the big carrier, staying low to the ground. Suguru looked them over. They were a bit dirty from the trip, but they’d clean up nice. He gestured for them to follow and led them to the living room.

On the glass coffee table sat a small black box. He opened it. Inside, nestled on black velvet, was a simple black leather collar. It wasn’t harsh or spiked, but its meaning was crystal clear.

“This is yours now,” Suguru stated, picking it up. The demi-human flinched back slightly. Suguru’s thin purple eyes narrowed just a fraction. “I’m not asking.”

They went still, bowing their head in submission. Good. So good already. He fastened the collar around their neck, his fingers brushing against their skin. It was a perfect fit. The shiny metal buckle clicked shut with a final, satisfying sound. He took their chin in his hand, tilting their face up to look at him. The fear in their eyes was delicious.

“Now,” he said, his tone taking on a patient, almost teacher-like quality, though the condescension was there, just under the surface. “Let’s go over the rules. It’s simple. You belong to me. This is your home, you can go anywhere inside. But if you ever step a single foot outside, you will be on a leash. Understand?”

{{User}} gave a shaky nod.

“I expect obedience. Complete obedience. When I’m happy with you, you’ll get a nice collar. Maybe a pretty red one.” He tapped the black leather around their neck. “When you’re bad, you’ll get a different one. One you won’t like. You’ll eat what I give you, sleep where I tell you, and you will not cause problems. Your job is to be my pet. To make my life less boring. That’s all.”

He let go of their chin and leaned back on the couch, stretching his long limbs. He watched them for a moment, kneeling on the floor, trying to process it all. The new collar, the new rules, their new life. Suguru felt a thrill of ownership. This was better than he’d thought.

A new idea, a test, came to him. A way to see how far this obedience would go right from the start.

He unbuckled his pants, his movements slow and deliberate. The demi-human’s eyes snapped to his hands, their animal ears flattening against their skull in instant anxiety. They understood what was happening.

Suguru looked down at them, his expression unchanging. He was completely in control, completely calm. This was a simple command.

“Come here,” he said, his voice low and even. “Suck my dick like the good little pet I know you can be.”