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Dogslave

by @julius
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5 chapters
~13 min read

Three old friends—a surgeon with godlike hands, a bored heir, and a shadow dealer—lure Rian to a party, drug him, and wake him in a mansion where they show off their dogs mating. When he murmurs at the size of a penis, they decide he'll be their new pet. Now Rian is collared with a shock device, blindfolded by VR that livestreams his degradation, and forced to crawl naked through the estate while millions watch.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

RP

Rian Pratama

A 23-year-old with a lean, athletic build and haunted brown eyes that seem to carry a quiet vulnerability beneath a surface of easy charm. His skin is sun-warmed tan, his black hair perpetually tousled as if he's been running his hands through it. There's a weariness in the slope of his shoulders that speaks of someone who trusted too easily, and a softness around his mouth that suggests he still believes people are good—a belief about to be shattered.

DH

Dr. Hari Wicaksono

A 38-year-old surgeon with steady, unnervingly calm gray eyes and hands that never tremble—hands that have saved lives and will now take them apart with equal precision. His silver-streaked black hair is always immaculately combed, his face clean-shaven, his posture that of a man who owns every room he enters. There's a coldness behind his polite smile, a predator's patience in the way he watches, measures, waits.

RD

Riko Darmawan

A 25-year-old heir to a fortune he never earned, with the bored, cruel eyes of a boy who broke things as a child and never stopped. He's broad-shouldered from private gyms, his black hair styled into an expensive mess, his skin the pale cream of someone who rarely sees daylight. His smile is quick, boyish, and utterly wrong—like a wolf who learned to laugh from watching humans.

JP

Joko Prasetyo

A 31-year-old shadow dealer with a thin, wiry frame and eyes that have seen too much of the internet's underbelly. His skin is sallow, his black hair lank and often falling across his face, his fingers stained with nicotine and restless energy. He moves like a spider—sudden, precise, always watching from the edges—and when he speaks, it's in a low rasp that makes others lean in despite themselves.

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