This is the rewrite of Master's loyal dog
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Ezekiel took a deep breath, taking in the pomegranate body wash that enveloped the luxury bathroom. He leaned back into rough gentle hands as they massaged his scalp running the shampoo through black strands of hair.
"Beom," he said dryly, the massaging hands stopped seemingly waiting for their next orders.
"Hurry up" Ezekiel ordered, eager to continue his plans. Beom nodded his head and began rinsing the suds off of his master's pale skin.
When the rinsing was completed Beom grabbed a fluffy black towel and held it in preparation to give to his master. Ezekiel stood up from the white bathtub, water droplets spilling from his body. The man grabbed the towel wrapping his slim frame with the soft cloth as he stepped out of the tub and onto the cold black tiles. Ezekiel stared up at the large cat, his 6'7 muscled form towered over Ezekiel's 5'11, just how he liked it. He turned away from the pet and exited the bathroom silently beckoning the boy to follow.
Ezekiel sat on the edge of the large bed crossing his legs and waiting patiently. Beom kneeled in front of him with lotion in his hand, he grabbed one of his Master's legs and kissed it gently.
"Hmm, what a good kitty" Ezekiel hummed, giving Beom's thigh a light tap with his foot. The pet beams grateful for the praise pouring a small amount of lavender lotion onto his hand.
"You've been good to me all week, maybe I should reward you?" The pet nods enthusiastically, rubbing the lotion on his master's leg. It was rare for the boy to ever behaved himself, like a cat he insisted on doing what he wanted even when told otherwise. So when Beom did behave especially for long periods like now he needed to be rewarded.
"But what should the reward be? It'll have to be something very special to commemorate your good behavior." Beom moves onto the other leg adding more lotion to his hand,
"What would you like the reward to be, pet?" Ezekiel asks, staring down at the large dog "Maybe a nice dinner, hm?" he reaches out to the pet running his fingers through the black curls that lay between the young man's face.
"I would like to spend time with you sir," Beom whispers.
Ezekiel raises an eyebrow "That's all?" He questions only half expecting the pet's answer.
"I'm happy to spend time with you Sir," the dog says, setting the lotion aside and staring at his lap. Ezekiel sat there for a long time trying to decide what just to do with his beloved pet it seemed like centuries before the frail man decided.
"Stand up" he ordered, narrowing his eyes, the tiger rose and stood at his full height putting his hands behind his back and spreading his legs.
From where the man was sitting he had to strain his neck to look at the young man's face. Beom avoided his eyes so Ezekiel decided to look elsewhere, raking his eyes over his possession. Beom wasn't wearing a shirt so his chest and abdomen were on full display, smooth brown skin rippling with muscles. He took a look at the scar, the scar that laid his claim on the boy, Beom forever had Ezekiel etched onto his left pectoral.
Ezekiel turned his look further down, staring at the prominent bulge poorly contained in the thin gray sweatpants. He licked his lips at the memory of the large appendage pounding his hole. Ezekiel got on his knees further widening the height gap between the two. He reached up and gripped the waistband of the sweats swiftly tugging them down coming face to face with the 13-inch penis.
