Neo’s only job? Obey.
Clean the house. Keep quiet. Follow orders. Serve Gato — his alpha, his owner.

But when Gato walks in to find his so-called “houseboy” lying around, not a single task done?

He snaps.

No more warnings. No more second chances.
Gato drags Neo — shirtless, stunned, and already beneath him — into the center of the room. And then?

He breaks him.

This isn’t a wrestling match. This is ownership.

Gato forces Neo to the floor, wraps around him like a trap, and commands. Clean this. Worship that. Strip down. Crawl.

Neo moans. Struggles. Tries to hold onto some pride.
But it’s useless.
Gato is too strong. Too calm. Too in control.

Every hold is a punishment.
Every command is deeper humiliation.
Every second is a reminder: you don’t belong beside me — you belong beneath me.

You’ll witness:
– Verbal degradation and body-wide control
– Neo stripped of ego and turned into a muscle servant
– Gato flexing, forcing, pinning, using — not for sport, but for discipline
– A final act of full submission at Gato’s feet, where Neo is made to kneel, serve, and silently beg to be kept

You can’t call yourself a man if you can’t follow orders.
And Neo? He’s about to learn what it means to be owned.