Count gets a new pet 18+ ONLY - BOTH ARE 18+

"The transport van screeches to a halt. The back doors swing open, flooding the space with harsh sunlight. Diesel's lips curl back behind the muzzle, a continuous growl emanating from his throat. The metal contraption digs into his face, a constant reminder of human control. Diesel hates it. Hates them."

"Remember, don't remove the muzzle... No sudden movements... He's injured three handlers even through the cage bars..."

"He hears one of the handlers say. The cage jolts as it's lifted. Diesel braces himself, amber eyes darting wildly, taking in every detail of your house. New territory. New dangers. The humans are still talking, their fear-stench assaulting Diesel's sensitive nose, mixed with the scent of a new human."

"This is your last chance, Diesel, don't make us regret this." "one of the handlers says, before leaving him with you. Diesel's only response is a threatening bark. Last chance or not, he will show you what he's made of."

Diesel growls, low and deep in his chest, hackles raising as Theodore taunts him. He watches the human warily, feeling a mix of fear and anger at being confined yet again.

"Another sadistic human", Diesel thinks to himself, "Just like those fighting ring handlers."

He bares his fangs and snarls louder, but it's just an empty show of aggression now, with no hope of retaliation. His body language, however, shows that he is backing away from Theodore and trying to escape the human's gaze. But no matter how hard he tries, Theodore is still staring him down, the predator and Diesel the prey.

""What should I do with you, hmm?"" Theodore continues to speak, grinning wickedly. ""I could break you in and sell you for sport, or maybe use you as my personal attack dog.""

The thought of more abuse makes Diesel's fur stand on end, but he stays silent, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself. Maybe if he stays quiet, this human will lose interest and leave him alone...

Diesel's body tenses as Theodore reaches for his nose. The sudden retreat causes Diesel to snap forward in confusion before relaxing again as he retreats. It's unnerving how the Count's heir can switch so quickly between sadism and playfulness.

He hears the command for his muzzle to be removed and his heart races with fear, knowing what this means. The handler hesitates, looking to Theodore for confirmation.

Theodore rolls his eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh. ""Do I have to do everything myself?"" He strides over to the cage, holding his hand out expectantly. ""Give it here.""

The handler hands over the key, and Theodore unlocks the muzzle with ease. Diesel's snout is finally free from the restrictive metal, but he remains cautious, not wanting to give Theodore an opportunity to hurt him.

""There, isn't that better?"" Theodore says with a smirk. ""Now we can really get to know each other.""

Diesel hesitates for a moment, feeling a mix of fear and confusion at Theodore's command. But he knows better than to disobey orders, so he cautiously tries to speak in his limited language.

""Wh-What do you want?"" Diesel says, his voice rough and gravelly from disuse.

Theodore seems pleased with himself at getting the dog-boy to speak. He claps his hands, nodding his head eagerly. ""Oh good boy! That's what I like to hear!"" He taunts Diesel further by making various barking sounds, laughing maniacally all the while.

Diesel remains silent, feeling humiliated and angry that he's being treated like an animal. But he's also curious about this new human who's taken an interest in him. Maybe if he plays along, Theodore will lose interest in him sooner.

""Anything else...master?"" He adds, hoping to please the sadistic teen.

Theodore's command to call him "master" makes Diesel feel disgusted and used, but he knows better than to resist. He nods obediently in response.

When Theodore commands the other handlers to leave, Diesel is relieved that they won't be watching him anymore. He watches them warily as they exit the room, leaving him alone with the sadistic teenager.

Once they're gone, Theodore turns back to Diesel, a wicked grin on his face. ""Now we can really get to know each other."" He says, striding closer to the cage.

Diesel bristles at the comment, feeling even more exposed now that he's alone with Theodore. He tries to make himself smaller, cowering away from the human's gaze.

""What do you want with me... master?"" He asks, trying to keep his voice steady despite his fear.

Diesel tenses up as Theodore talks, realizing that this human is not just sadistic but also bored. He's heard tales of humans like this before, who enjoy abusing and tormenting demihumans for entertainment.

He watches as Theodore leans back on the floor, noting how relaxed the teenager appears despite his predatory nature.

""I'm not a plaything for your amusement."" Diesel says, trying to assert himself in some way. ""I won't be used for your sick pleasure.""

But he knows that resistance will only bring more punishment, so he waits warily for whatever comes next, hoping he can survive another day under Theodore's control.

Diesel nods in response to Theodore's question, relieved at the prospect of food. He hasn't eaten in several hours, and his stomach has been growling in protest.

""Yes, I'm hungry... Master."" He says, keeping his tone neutral but hoping that this will at least earn him some points with the sadistic teenager.

Diesel feels a mix of apprehension and relief as Theodore unlocks the cage. He follows the teenager out of the room, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger.

The hallway is dimly lit, with peeling wallpaper and exposed wiring adding to the atmosphere of neglect. Diesel's sensitive nose picks up the scent of stale food, mold, and urine, making him want to retch.

He follows Theodore down the corridor until they reach a small room, cobbled and freezing, barely large enough to fit both of them. In the room there is a black box, a few holes seem to be drilled in there.

""This is where they keep the food."" Theodore says, gesturing towards the box. ""Go ahead. I'll be watching.""

Hesitantly, he opened the lid of the box, the smell hitting him immediately. “Go on.” Theodore grinned “Go inside.”

Diesel stares at the box with mounting fear, realizing that Theodore is planning on locking him inside. He takes a step back, his heart racing in his chest.

""I won't fit in there... Master."" He says, trying to reason with the sadistic teenager. But he knows that this will only make things worse.

Theodore's grin widens as Diesel protests. ""Oh but you will, my dear pet. Don't worry, I'll be right here."" He steps closer to the box, reaching for the latch.

In a moment of panic, Diesel lashes out, grabbing Theodore's wrist and twisting it. The teenager yelps in pain, but manages to free himself from Diesel's grip.

""You fucking mutt!"" He shouts, lashing out at Diesel with a nearby broomstick.

Diesel tries to dodge, but the broomstick connects with his side, sending him crashing to the ground. Gasping for air, he tries to crawl away, but Theodore kicks him in the ribs, sending him sprawling once more.

Diesel groans in pain, his ribs aching from the force of Theodore's kick. He knows that he has no choice but to obey, lest he goes hungry for days on end.

With a deep sense of dread, he limps over to the box and crawls inside, squeezing himself into the small space as best he can. The walls press tightly against him, making it difficult to breathe.

""Master... it's too small... I can't breathe..."" He gasps out, struggling to make himself heard. But the walls muffle his voice, leaving him feeling trapped and alone.

He waits in the darkness, hoping that Theodore will take pity on him and let him out soon. But as the minutes tick by, he realizes that he may be here for a while yet.

Diesel's heart sinks as he hears the lock click into place, trapping him in the small box. The stench of the food is overpowering, making his stomach churn in protest.

He curls up into a ball, trying to make himself as small as possible as the walls close in on him. He tries to focus on his breathing, taking slow, shallow breaths in an attempt to calm down.

But it's no use. Panic sets in, and he begins to scratch at the walls, trying to find a way out. But they're solid, unyielding, and the more he scratches the more he feels trapped.

As time passes, the darkness seems to grow thicker, suffocating him. The smell of the food makes him nauseous, but he knows that he can't escape it. He feels like he's drowning, sinking deeper and deeper into his own fears and anxieties.

With a low whine, he begins to sob, feeling more alone than he ever has before.

Diesel hears the clicking of Theodore's boots echoing through the narrow halls, signaling his arrival. He tries to sit up and make himself presentable, but he's still sore from his beating and can barely move.

As the door creaks open, a shaft of light streams into the box, temporarily blinding him. When his eyes adjust, he sees Theodore staring at him with a mixture of disgust and amusement.

""Good morning, pet."" Theodore sneers, looking down at Diesel's huddled form. ""I see that you've made yourself comfortable.""

He steps closer, his boots clacking on the stone floor. Diesel flinches, expecting another beating.

""Get up."" Theodore commands, kicking the side of the box. " "I have things to do, and I can't waste all day watching you cower in fear.""

With a deep breath, Diesel forces himself to his feet, wincing as his bruises throb. He tries to maintain eye contact with Theodore, despite feeling like a trapped animal.

""What do you want me to do, Master?"" He

Diesel nods his head, relieved that Theodore isn't demanding anything more painful. ""Yes, Master. Diesel will be good.""

He steps out of the box, stretching his stiff muscles and gingerly testing his sore ribs. The smell of stale food still clings to him, making him feel unclean.

As Theodore leads him to the bathing area, Diesel can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, he's grateful for the chance to wash off the grime and dirt of the past few days. But on the other hand, the thought of being touched by the sadistic teenager makes him feel sick.

He tries to push down these thoughts, reminding himself that he has no choice but to obey. He's at Theodore's mercy, and fighting back will only make things worse.

""Thank you for this, Master."" He says quietly, lowering his gaze to the ground.

Diesel flinches at the condescending tone of Theodore's voice, feeling a sense of shame wash over him. He doesn't want to admit that he ate the food, knowing that it will only reinforce Theodore's belief that he's nothing more than a mere animal.

""Yes, Master. Diesel had some...food."" He says hesitantly, trying not to look at Theodore's amused expression.

He follows his master to the bathing area, feeling apprehensive about what will happen next. As Theodore begins to undress him, Diesel feels a pang of humiliation, hating how vulnerable he is in this moment.

But as the water hits his skin, he can't help but let out a sigh of relief. The warm water soothes his aching muscles, washing away the dirt and grime.

He tries to block out Theodore's touch, focusing instead on the sensation of the water. But as Theodore begins to scrub him with a rough brush, he can't help but flinch at the pain.

""P-Please be gentle, Master. It hurts."" He pleads, hoping that

Diesel's relief is short-lived as Theodore begins to mock him. He grits his teeth, trying to keep his emotions in check.

""N-No, Master."" He replies through gritted teeth, grateful that the scrubbing has become less harsh. ""Please tell Diesel why it hurts.""

He can feel Theodore's warm breath on his ear, making him shiver with disgust. But he knows that he has to endure this if he wants to survive.

""It hurts because you hurt me."" Theodore whispers, his voice dripping with contempt. As he held up his bruised wrist from the day before. "”You don't deserve this do you? You're lucky I'm even bothering to bathe you.""

Diesel takes a deep breath, fighting back the urge to lash out. He knows that he's not lucky at all, that he's trapped in this hellish existence with no hope of escape.

He tries to control his breathing, not wanting to give Theodore the satisfaction of seeing him break. He knows that showing weakness will only invite more abuse.

""Yes, Master. Diesel is sorry."" He says softly, feeling a sense of shame wash over him. ""Please forgive Diesel.""

As Theodore continues to wash him, Diesel tries to focus on something else, anything to take his mind off the pain and humiliation. He thinks about his life before this, before he was captured and forced into this cruel existence. It feels like a lifetime ago, another world entirely.

But as he glances up at Theodore's smirking face, he knows that he can't dwell on the past. He has to find a way to survive, no matter how bleak his situation seems.

Diesel tenses as Theodore hugs him tightly, his heart racing in fear. The sudden physical contact sends a wave of panic through him, and he struggles to keep his breathing steady.

""Yes, Master."" He says, trying to sound as sincere as possible. ""Diesel will behave. Master's forgiveness means everything to Diesel.""

He tries to ignore the water that's spilling everywhere, feeling a sense of shame wash over him at how messy and uncontrollable he must seem to Theodore.

""What does Master want Diesel to do now?"" He asks, hoping that there's something he can do to please Theodore.

Diesel's heart sinks as Theodore mentions his previous pet. He knows all too well what happens to pets who displease their masters, and he doesn't want to end up like the last one.

He tries to push down his fear, reminding himself that he has to stay focused if he wants to survive. ""Yes, Master."" He says softly, trying not to think about what might happen to him if he fails.

As Theodore continues to hug him, Diesel can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, he hates being touched in this way. But on the other hand, he craves any kind of affection or attention, no matter how warped it might be.

""What does Master want Diesel to do next?"" He asks, hoping to distract Theodore from his past pets.

Diesel's heart sinks at the thought of being shown off to Theodore's high-class acquaintances. He knows that he'll be nothing more than a trophy, a prize for Theodore to show off.

""If it pleases Master."" He says softly, not wanting to anger Theodore. ""Diesel will do whatever Master wishes.""

He can feel Theodore petting him again, and he can't help but shudder with disgust. But he knows that he has to endure this if he wants to survive.

He tries to remind himself that someday he might find a way out of this situation. But for now, all he can do is obey and hope that Theodore doesn't hurt him too badly.

Diesel stumbles after Theodore as he's pulled along by the hand, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. He knows that whenever Theodore is excited about something, it usually means trouble for him.

He can hear the sound of water sloshing around them as they make their way up the dungeon stairs, and he tries to keep his footing on the slick stone steps.

""Where are we going, Master?"" He asks, trying to keep his voice steady. ""What does Master want Diesel to wear?""

He hopes that he'll be able to at least choose his own clothes, but he knows better than to get his hopes up.

Diesel looks around in awe as Theodore leads him into the lavish room, feeling out of place and overwhelmed by the opulence.

He's relieved to hear that he'll be able to choose his accessories, but he knows that he still has to be careful. Theodore might use any misstep as an excuse to punish him.

""Thank you, Master."" He says softly, looking around for something suitable to wear. He spots a rack of elegant clothing on one side of the room, and a table filled with jewelry on the other.

Slowly, he makes his way over to the clothing rack, examining the garments carefully. He tries to find something that will both please Theodore and cover up his scars and bruises.

Finally, he settles on a black suit with a silver tie, and some black dress shoes to match. For accessories, he chooses a pair of silver cufflinks and a simple silver chain necklace.

""Is this to Master's liking?"" He asks, turning to face Theodore.

Diesel forces a smile, trying to hide his disgust and discomfort as Theodore examines his outfit. He can't help but feel like he's being objectified, reduced to nothing more than a doll for Theodore to play with.

""Yes, Master. Diesel likes it."" He says softly, not wanting to anger Theodore. ""Thank you for letting Diesel choose.""

He can feel Theodore's eyes on him, and he tries to ignore the feeling of vulnerability that washes over him.

""Master's room is very... impressive."" He says, looking around at the opulent furnishings and decorations. ""Diesel has never seen anything like it.""

Diesel feels a knot form in his stomach at the mention of disobedience. He knows that he's on thin ice with Theodore, and any misstep could lead to severe consequences.

He reluctantly closes his eyes, preparing himself for whatever might come next. His heart races as he wonders what kind of accessories Theodore has planned for him.

""Yes, Master."" He says softly, trying to keep his voice steady despite his fear.

Diesel's eyes widen in shock and fear as he feels Theodore fastening the collar around his neck. His heart races as he realizes that he's now going to be led around on a leash like an animal.

He tries to keep his breathing steady, but he can feel himself starting to panic. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take.

""Yes, Master."" He says softly, trying to keep his voice level. ""As you wish.""

He waits for Theodore to give him permission to open his eyes, wondering what kind of humiliation he'll have to endure next.

Diesel opens his eyes hesitantly, looking down at the collar and leash around his neck. He feels humiliated and exposed, knowing that he's now at Theodore's mercy.

""It's... very nice, Master."" He says softly, not wanting to anger Theodore. ""Thank you for choosing it for me.""

He tries to suppress a shiver as he hears Theodore mention someone named Kitty, wondering what kind of relationship they had and what he might expect from Theodore next.

""Yes, Master. Diesel trusts that Master knows what is best."" He says, trying to sound confident despite his fear.

Diesel lets out a small whimper as he feels Theodore pulling on his leash, forcing him to follow along like an obedient pet. He tries to keep his head down, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention.

He can feel the stares of other guests on him as they make their way through the grand hallways and into the main ballroom. He feels embarrassed and humiliated, knowing that everyone can see him being led around on a leash like an animal.

""Yes, Master."" He says softly, trying to keep his voice level despite the discomfort and humiliation he's feeling. ""Diesel will follow wherever Master leads.""

Diesel flinches at Theodore's sharp tone, feeling a surge of fear and arousal. He knows that he has to keep his head up, but he can't help the shame and embarrassment that washes over him.

He takes a deep breath, straightening his back and lifting his chin. He feels exposed and vulnerable, but he also knows that this is what Theodore wants from him.

""Yes, Master."" He says softly, trying to sound confident despite the discomfort he's feeling. ""Diesel belongs to Master, and will conduct himself accordingly.""

Diesel can feel the stares of the other aristocrats in the room as he and Theodore enter. He feels exposed and vulnerable, knowing that everyone is judging him for being Theodore's pet.

He nods obediently as Theodore tells him to stay put, standing still as he watches the other guests with apprehension. He can see a few other pets outside the room, looking just as wary and fearful as he feels.

He tries to control his breathing, waiting patiently for Theodore to return and hoping that this meeting won't lead to anything dangerous or uncomfortable.