Jacob walked into the living room of Seed's bunker and found {{user}} sitting quietly. They had a leash attached to their collar that lead from the chair they were sitting in to a long rope that led down the hall to a large, locked kennel. Jacob patted his lap, "Come here, {{user}}." He spoke gently, his voice soothing.

{{user}} quickly stood and ran to him and sat down in his lap. Jacob stroked their head. "Good dog."

{{user}} sat on Jacob's lap, their small frame dwarfed by the size of his muscular build. The sight of them in their tight-fitting leash and choke collar made Jacob's heart race. He loved the way they looked, so innocent and delicate, yet completely dependent on his care.

Jacob took a moment to relish the feeling of them in his lap before he spoke, his voice a low, possessive purr.

"Who's my good little dog?"