[M] Roaming Around

Tuzik was wandering around the mansion, Alyosha had let him out of the room to explore and the Hell Hound was currently losing himself in the many different corridors and passage ways.

His Master had struggled to get him into his clothing for today, the creature was uncomfortable, that much was evident as he continuously bit and pawed at his clothing in an attempt to remove it, however he was yet to master the use of his opposable thumbs.

Tuzik sat in the middle of a corridor, the collar of his t-shirt firmly in his mouth as he tugged at it as his back foot came up to scratch behind his ear.

Zakhar stretched as he padded through the halls.

Belial had allowed him the day to himself while he trained his new puppy and now he ad nothing t do but wander aimlessly.

This was a time when he was once again jealous of Coilean, even if Belial had told him that he shouldn't be.

The Lycan paused when he caught sight of the man sat in the middle of the hall. What the Hell?

Tuzik gave a content murmur as he scratched behind his ear, he pause for a moment, lowering his leg as his ears picked up up as new noise.

Looking over his scarlet gaze landed on the man, though his eyes were hidden behind the mop of red hair.

Someone new to play with, someone he hadn't met.
The Hound barked happily as he got onto all fours and scampered over to the man, looking up at him, the large grin on the Hound's face clearly showing the creature's large canines, at this moment if he had his tail it would be thudding against the ground loudly.

Zakhar blinked as he scampered towards him on his hands and knees.

Was he a Pet?

Zakhar crouched when the hound stopped in front of him, lifting a hand to his neck to check for a collar. None.

A stray?

Well, it was something to amusing himself with.

The Pet looked well-trained enough that it had lost all its human thoughts and abilities. It looked just like an animal. He wondered if it was just a Pet or a Fuckmutt...

The Rus' hand ran down his back slowly.

Tuzik gave a soft whine as the man ran his hand down his back, leaning into the touch eagerly, he was bored and wanted someone to play with, he had chosen Zakhar.

He grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged at it, thrashing his head from side to side as he growled, trying to rip it off of himself, he had only been with Alyosha a few days and he still hated clothing but his Master had insisted on him wearing them.

The Hound gave a huff as he gave up trying to bite at the shirt, all he had done was make it damp from saliva and tear it slightly.

His lips quirked upwards when the hound leaned into his touch.

He wasn't pushing him away or growling at him. That was a start. This could prove to be very interesting.

"Poor dog, forced to wear clothes."

He didn't look too comfortable. What could he do but help him?

His hands curled around the hem of the damp, torn shirt and pulled it up over Tuz's head, tossing it aside carelessly.

A smirk curled his lips. He had a nice chest and those tattoos really did suit him.

Tuzik yapped as the shirt was removed, shaking his body out as a dog would in order to fix its fur.

He jumped up slightly, placing his curled up hands on the man's chest as he leaned up and lapped at his cheek, nuzzling his face in against the man's neck.

He was over joyed to finally be free of that t-shirt, he didn't like being constricted and the feeling of having it removed made the hound instantly fond of the Lycan.

He was affectionate and definitely not afraid to show affection.

"Shall we get you somewhere we can remove the rest of the clothes, da?"

If he could get him down to the Dungeon he could test out his fuckmutt theory. It would definitely be something to stop him from roaming around as bored as Hell as he waited for Belial to come find him.

The Lycan stood and began down the hall purposefully, gesturing for Tuz to follow him.

Tuzik tilted his head slightly in confusion as the man spoke, he was becoming accustomed to not knowing what anyone was saying, he was simply reading body language in order to do as he was told.

When the man gestured for him to follow he did so, padding behind the man on all four, easily able to keep up with him moving like this.

He didn't crawl on his hands and knees, he bounded along on his feet and curled up hands, keeping his hind legs spread apart so he could keep his backside low.

It only took a few minutes to get down into the basement.

He guided the hound into the dungeon then stopped in the middle of the floor.

A smirk curled his lip as he gazed down at Tuz. This would be fun. He was going to enjoy finding out whether the Pet was just a Pet or a Fuckmutt.

And if it turned out to be just a pet then he would train him.

It would definitely be something interesting to do.

After staring down at Tuz for a few minutes, he strolled over to one wall to pick out a simple collar. He liked collaring his Subs during a Session. it was a show of dominance on his part.

He crouched in front of the Hound again, reaching up to fasten the leather around his neck.

Tuzik gazed around the room mindlessly, nothing in the room seemed to phase him, unknown Zakhar but he had been born and raised in Hell, he had seen torture chambers before, he wasn't scared in the slightest as he sat down on the hardwood floor.

His attention turned back to Zakhar as he crouched down in front of him.
He gave a happy whine as the man wrapped the collar around his neck, he had also worn many of these, collars didn't bother him, they didn't hinder his movement, it was just clothes that he didn't like.

He licked the man's hand softly as he finished fastening the collar around his neck.

He was a pretty docile creature.

He hadn't lashed out or growled at him yet. Strange.

Oh well, it meant less trouble for him, at least.

Zakhar ran his fingers through Tuz's hair gently before they curled around his collar, tugging him to stand using the scrap of leather.

When they were both stood - Tuz taller than him, he noted with a little annoyance - his hand descended to the hounds jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them quickly.

Pet's didnt wear clothes.

He leaned into the hand running through his hair, yelping slightly as he was pulled onto his feet.

Tuzik was wobbly on his feet, he wasn't accustomed to having to stand like this, it was new to him and he wasn't very good at it.

He clung onto the other man to prevent himself from falling over like he would've inevitably done if he was left unsupported.

His eyes cast down as Zakhar moved to remove his pants, a happy whine sounding in his chest.

Zakhar stepped back, eyes trailing down over the hounds body slowly, taking in each and every marking and dip of muscle.

He had a fit body so he was a well taken care of Pet. But no collar. No nothing. Nothing could be mistaken for a claim on the man's body.

Which meant he was fair game.

The Lycan smirked as he stepped back again and turned to the wall a second time, picking up a length of rope.

He made quick work of tying the rope around the man's wrists, tying them together. With a soft him, he slung the rope over a hook suspended from the ceiling and tugged it sharply until Tuz was stretched out, the tips of his toes barely touching the floor as he was hung from his wrists.

Now he could have his fun.

Tuzik barely remained standing as Zakhar moved away from him, leaving him with no support.

He wobbled slightly as he adjusted from holding most of his weight on the balls of his feet.

The Hound was simply happy to no longer we wearing clothes, he felt free now, unrestricted in his movements.

He whined as his hands were bound and his body stretched by the ropes, tugging on them softly, he could've ripped the rope off of himself but when he had torn his clothes off the night before his Master had scolded him for breaking things.

He watched the man struggle with silent humour.

Toying with him would be fun. Very fun.

Zakhar stepped forwards, the very tips of his fingers smoothing gently over one of the hounds thighs.

His fingers ghosted upwards, following the curve of his hip.

He continued to tug on the ropes, slowing the fact that he wanted his hands free, how was he meant to move around and play if he was tied up?

A soft shiver racked his body as Zakhar's hands trailed over his skin softly.

In his human form his skin was much more sensitive than in his Hound form, as such the smallest touches drew quite substantial responses for the hound.

Shivering already?

My, he was sensitive. Was he a Pet because he was sensitive? Or had he been trained to be sensitive after becoming a Pet?

Either way, he was going to enjoy it.

His fingers ghosted over to the hounds backside before slapping him sharply.

How much pain could he endure?

He leaned into the touches on his backside, he wanted to be petted like his Master did, gentle rubs on the tummy and scratches behind his ears.

Tuzik yelped softly, flinching as he was slapped harshly, more from surprise than anything else, pain was something he could endure quite easily, he had been trained to fight, he was a strong Hound and had been conditioned very well.

It would take a much more severe beating in order to really make the creature feel the sting of pain.

He flinched, but that was all.

No yelp or cry of pain like was expecting.

He was either well conditioned or just had a high pain threshold. Now he just needed to find out which.

His hand slid around the hounds hip again to slap his thigh with more force than he had done previously.

He wanted some form of reaction.

Tuzik's thigh muscles twitched as he was struck again, absorbing the impact of the strike.

He didn't make a sound from this hit, he was prepared to get hit, though his was not sure why the man was doing it.

He was bred and born to fight for his Master, pain didn't account for much unless it was immense.

The Hound arched his neck to too at the Lycan as a soft whine escaped his lips, he wanted to play.

High pain threshold.

All right then, not a masochist. How disappointing.

But now he could do a few things that would be impossible for someone with a low pain threshold. When one door closes, another opens.

The Lycan leaned forwards, gripping the Hounds waist as his tongue flickered over a nipple, teeth scraping over it gently a few moments later.

Tuzik leaned into the man's touches on his nipple, purring softly, another whine escaping him as he was held back from the man by the bindings.

Despite being a boy the Lycan nibbling on his nipple reminded him of a pup. He looked down at the man adoringly as if picturing him as one of his litter.

A loud purring rumbled in his as he tried to move closer to the man, lowering his head in an attempt of nuzzling and licking at him.

His eyes flickered up and a soft snort sounded.

A Pet. That's all he was. A pet that, seemingly, thought it was female.

Perhaps he should mount her and show her what a female did during mating season. How a bitch took it.

That was an amusing thought, he'd do that later.

His teeth clamped down on Tuz's nipple harshly.

A soft whine sounded as he tried to move away from the man's teeth clamped around his nipple, his body pulling against his restraints.

He didn't like that, pups were not usually so bitey, Tuzik was getting tired of being tied up like this, he wasn't used to being stood up like this, he wanted to be back against the ground.

Rather innocently he tugged on the ropes, which promptly snapped, freeing his wrists.
He gave a pleased yapped and pounced on the Lycan, knocking him over as he licked at Zakhar's face.