The nude buck, reeking to high heaven, fur matted, body bruised, battered, and scarred from his rough life on the streets set there on his knees. He set under the shadow of the great forest dragon, the kirin. There he set unmoving, unable to think more than a few thoughts on repeat. He wondered how he came to this, how he came to be in a penthouse with a legendary blooded noble. How he came so low as to have his life reduced to being homeless and undesired as a person. Only to have the person who caused it all to snatch him up off the street on the day he was going to end it all.


He finally got up the mental gumption to break from his repeating thoughts to look up at the dragon. “Master, With proper respect; I can bathe myself. Save yourself the effort. I will do a good job. I promise.” The kirin’s brilliant vermilion and blood-orange, slitted eyes narrowed on the buck beneath him. He noted the slave’s more relaxed demeanor and realized that he had more or less accepted things now. “Alright slave. Prove your word is worth it’s bond. Though I want to inspect every inch of you from horn tip to hoof tip after to assure you’ve done a proper job.”


With that, the buck nodded lightly and looked to the floor. “Th-thank you Si-err... Master.” The new word was like peppers on his tongue. It stung him to speak it. It felt almost like it chipped off a little chunk of his soul, or pride every time. And being called by slave instead of his name only furthered this feeling. He sighed in resignation as the kirin overhead lean in, undoing his bindings and leaving him there. The kirin walked quietly from the room, leaving a leather toiletries bag on the counter. The kirin’s own cloven hooves much like that of a deer, silent and clearly shoed. And the kirin’s long tail looked almost like that of a lizard’s, thin, dexterous, but covered in fur and with a small plume of fluff at the tip complemented by the line of large scales on it’s topside and fine scales under it. The shape of his tail made it all that much more possible to do things like grab the door handle behind him on his way out, pulling the door to, but not entirely shut. One more reminder that privacy was now a luxury, not a given.


The buck sighed and punched the floor hard, the marble taking little note of his fist, and only offering its cold hard surface to meet his now pained hand. That made it twice tonight he’d punched something. And he hated it. He was a pacifist by nature. But this man, this kirin had driven him to rages he’d long forgotten possible. He stood up and started to run the water in the jacuzzi tub. It had been since his childhood that he had an actual bath. It had always been the short, water-critical showers. He’d gotten good at getting just wet enough to scrub, then use just enough water to get the suds off. But now... A bath, an honest, sit down, and relax bath. So much water. Perhaps, there would be some small perks of his new life after all.


He noticed the travel bag the kirin had left for him on the counter, and stood up to go look in it for soaps and shampoos. He found it was brand new, chip-tag still on it. And on the front was a small metal plate that read “Jin.” The bastard knew he’d be finding him tonight. It was all planned. But why, why did he make him homeless, why did he make him an undesirable? Why did he curse him to that hell; to curse him with watching the innocent die and suffer pointlessly?


Jin wanted to punch the counter again, but his throbbing hand reminded him of the futility of it all. That one word escaping his lips “Futility...” As he smirked and chuckled to himself shaking his head. “I guess in that way nothing has changed. My life is just as futile as it was when I had a job. A house. Friends.” He sighed and finally unzipped the bag to find it was not only new, but fully stocked with everything he’d ever need to groom himself. Brushes, soaps, conditioners, clippers, files, and even a moldable silicone and rubber shoeing kit for his hooves. A luxury for sure. One he’d not use. The clopping of his hooves was something he loved about himself. One of the few things.


He looked up into the mirror and for the first time in ages saw himself, saw his once lovely horns as they were now. Scraped, cracked, chipped, and even a few tines being broken off entirely leaving it asymmetrical. And in those scrapes? Chunks of dirt, glass, and rocks. He’d be forever cleaning them up proper, even with the files and brushes in the kit.


“Jin, Jin, Jin.... Look at your horns... Whatever will you do to make them right? At least your braids are still fine... Momma would have been happy.” He remarked in his head. He had a mane almost like a horse, this darker thick fur that ran down his neck a ways. But in front of his right ear hung these long silver strands of fur. A birthmark of sorts. These strands had been done up into 3 fine braids each ending with a small trinket.

He shook his head and sighed simply grabbing the shampoo and conditioner bottles from the bag before starting to run his water. Not just lukewarm water either.... It was warm, so warm it scalded his already throbbing hand by mistake. “Agh! Uuugh.... Crackin’ blessing or curse,... I don't know.” He muttered to himself as he grumble and wave his scalded hand around like an idiot. He decided it was both, and made sure the water he ran would be so hot it had steam coming off of it.


As he sank himself into that tub, he felt how intensely hot the water was... It nearly scalded him as he sank lower and lower into it. He soaked up that pain. Reveled in it... The intense warmth being like a fire that surrounded his entire body. He grit his teeth as his delicate bits hit the water and even more so once his wounds hit it. He used this water as a punishment for himself. A way to feel pain without doing real damage. A way to remind himself that he still could feel something other than this dread, and stress the Kirin had put him in. But he was always like this. The hotter his shower could be the better... The pain was a reminder he was alive. It always had been to him.


It was a good pain. And soon the water started changing color as his fur was jostled around by the many jets in the tub doing a light scrubbing of their own. The matted and bloody fur slowly getting clean for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. “Sure as hell beats a whore’s bath with cold rainwater....” He reminded himself as his body adjust to this intense heat. He didn't soak long, feeling the once painfully hot water already starting to lose that sting and cool. A drawback of baths for sure. Or more perhaps that he didn't know the tub had a re-heat function.


As the buck was busy lathering himself up in the bathroom, the kirin was in the main room of their suit setting out a very simple set of harem silks. A light silver chain that the buck could adjust to fit over his hips, a single long strand of 8 inch wide, opaque silk fabric done up in a brilliant metallic royal purple. And a collar that matched the color of the silks. It had his new slave status identity tag on it. It was the same as his old one, but instead of the proud symbol of his family, it now had the symbols of a bound chain under the kirin’s own crest.


Besides the silk that was meant to cover his bits and make him barely ‘decent’ for public, there was also a pair of arm bands made from the same silver as the chain that had strands of silk on them. And there was a matching pair of thigh bands as well. And last but not least where more robust wrist and ankle cuffs that looked more akin to the leather collar. The kirin wrote a short note on how to use the items before setting the note on top of the pile of neatly folded silks. He walked to the door of the bathroom, giving a single knock before saying, “There is a note on the bed. Read it for your next instructions.”


The kirin then seemed to leave the suit as best the buck could hear with his large leaf-shaped ears. The buck had tensed up and set forward, grabbing his knees to hide himself at the kirin’s knock and voice but slowly relaxed back into that still steaming water. “Maybe he does trust me if he left the room... He has been an asshole but he hasn't hit me... not harder than he had to to keep up the charade. Maybe things won’t be so bad.”


The buck thought all of this to himself, oblivious to what was waiting for him in the other room, nor what was in the note. Who knows though. Maybe the buck will enjoy being dressed like an expensive whore.


As he bathed the buck took several hand rags and soaked them in the tub before draping them over his horns to let them soak up some of the heat and moisture. He then started to scrub himself vigorously with the shampoo that smelled of floral tones of magnolia, honeysuckle, and gardenia. He used some of the brushes to really get deep into his fur and get out the mats as well, giving himself the scrubbing of a lifetime as he truely needed. He didn't leave a single inch of his body unscrubbed. As his new owner had said, horntip, to hoof tip, and everything in between.


Though he couldn't help but sigh as he got to his bits. He stopped, not wanting to wash down there just to drive off the larger male. He knew full well that the Kirin would use him for his own pleasure in time. But, all the same... he wanted anyway to ward it off as long as possible. He finally thought better of it all and did give his average-sized bits a quick scrub. It was odd for him as he normally enjoyed a good ‘stress relief rub’ in the shower. He thought about doing it once more, one last time here. But there was no life down below even if he wanted to jack off one last time of his own accord.


He also had the same thoughts about his backside... and then it hit him. His new owner was male. Had already tried to tease him sexually with his tail on that car ride... His virgin ass would not be virgin much longer he realized. He shuddered as his fur stood on end at this thought. “Fucking hell... I should never have agreed to this... What the fuck have I done?” He thought to himself, cursing in his head even. He was straight. Well, mostly. He found some males attractive, sure, but he’d never jacked off to one. And he sure as hell had never thought to shove anything into himself. Well; Aside from a finger once or twice when exploring as a teen, but it never did anything for him.


He draped himself over the side of the tub and scrubbed his backside with both paws, knowing his master may very well make it a mess again soon. A thought that he was still processing and letting his brain chew on as he grit his teeth. His biggest concern being that it’d hurt. 


He’d heard horror stories of some of the boys and girls he lived on the streets with being raped, or their first time whoring themselves out for food. Their voices coming to his mind one after another; “Anal is the worst!” “I’d sooner suck fifty dicks than do anal again...” “It was not fun... and the blood,... it only made it worse! It stung so much for days after!” The memories of the others rolled through his mind as he rinsed himself off before remembering the one helpful thing he’d heard. 


“I learned quick that if a john wants anal that I need to go stretch myself a little beforehand. It dosen’t hurt, and can feel kinda good if you stretch first. But these johns want to get off and get gone.” One of the older ladies had explained to her group of friends. For once, it seemed like having the tent next to the working girls would pay off in something other than a long sleepless night of grunting and moaning. 


He decided that he knew what was going to happen and that he’d better take things into his own hooves. And so, he slowly slipped a wet finger into his tight little pucker. The moistness of the water helped, but it still didn't feel good to him. It simply felt off. Not quite wrong but something similar to it. Something just left of center so to say.


He fingered himself for a moment with little to no enjoyment, not bothering to curve his finger or twist it or anything adventurous. He then slowly tried to work a second finger in, just stretching his unbearably tight ass. He clench his teeth and took a deep hissed breath as that second finger slid in, the water not nearly lube enough really. He fingered himself like this for a moment longer but still got nothing out of it... At least he was stretching himself for his master though. Something he loathed the idea of, but knew it was more for his own sanity than the pleasure of that monster.


This lasted all of a few moments, and just that quick he’d had enough as he pulled his fingers out and set back down in the tub, grinding his hips together as his backside adjusted to not having those fingers in it. A shiver ran up his spine from the new sensations as he growled below his voice “Uuuggghh... I hate myself....” He said with a deep sigh, having to look between his legs just to see if it was true that you’d get an erection from anal. He’d not felt aroused, and on further inspection didn't see any arousal, so he simply shrugged it off as a wives tale.


“Learning things you never needed to know. Joy of joys.” He thought to himself as he started to unwrap his horns and drain the tub finally. He shook his fur dry for the most part, towweling off before he walked to the mirror and started to use the files and polishing pads on his antlers. But it was no use. He had no skill with these sorts of things and simply turned the deep scrapes into deep scrapes with a scuffed up area around it. After the first two he simply decided to use the files on the sharp edges of his broken tines and called it a day. He didn't bother trying with his scuffed and chipped hooves either, he clearly didn't want to risk making them look as bad as his horn, and regretted not starting on his hooves first if anything. 


The buck peeked his head out of the bathroom, seeing no one in the suit. He slowly opened the door, still drying himself off with a towel. Which also ignored the fact he had a bag full of brushes to use after drying off. These where still new to him, he’d never had brushes before and thuss didn't even consider them yet. He walked over and picked up the note with one hand still drying himself with the other. He looked at the silks on the bed and just somewhat gawked at them not knowing exactly what they where for.


Thankfully the note had detailed instructions on how to put them on. Followed by simply “Meet me on the roof when you are properly bathed and dressed. We have things to discuss.”


The buck more or less threw the note down, where it in turn refused to be thrown and simply glide halfway across the bed before landing. “You’ve got to be crackin’ kidding me! He wants me to wear THIS!?” He growled and stomped his foot as his hands went to clenched fists again.... He thought to himself. “Yea, it’s a bloody good thing you stretched. You’re clearly going to be his little man whore and he wants the whole crackin’ world to see you in this!”


He hesitated and fumed for a few moments, but he eventually put on the collar, and then the silver arm and thigh bands, the cuffs, and even the silk thong of sorts. That one strip of silk ran up over the chain around his waist in front, up between his legs and popped back over the chain in the back leaving the ends to dangle off in long bands. He took a moment going back into the bathroom to look at himself. And he was decent, sure, but it left nothing to the imagination. He growled once more and just shook his head. He wrapped a towel around his hips and then walked to the door, peeking out to see if anyone was in the hall. Seeing no one he quickly made his way to the elevator and slipped in as soon as it arrived, thankfully empty. He pressed the roof access button and once the doors opened, he saw the kirin simply standing there on the cold, windy rooftop. The still slightly moist fur of the buck covered with nothing making it feel absolutely frigid.


Before the kirin could see the towel he quickly took it off and tossed it in the corner of the elevator, more or less hiding it before he stepped out onto the roof. The roof overlooked the upper levels of the city and the light from below was still so bright even this late at night.... Or,.. was it early morning at this point? The buck walked up to the Kirin already shivering from the cold as he clutched at himself and grind his thighs together. 


The kirin heard his approach and spoke in an even tone, “You have many questions I'm Sure. And I'm no fool. I know I can make you work for me with force. But I can't make you want to help me with force.” The kirin exhaled a huge plume of black smoke laced with tendrils of lightning and what had seemed like fire again as it was whisked up and then away by the gusting wind. The kirin finally turned his gaze from the mutted few stars above one could see with this much light pollution. He looked to the buck and smiled.”You know, I half expected you to sooner wear nothing than that. I'm glad to see I was wrong. You look adorable, Jin.”


Being called by his name, and called adorable did something to ease his anger over his attire, but the biting cold wind didn't. He simply said through clenched and clattering teeth, “Thank you,... Master...” The flavor of that word still no sweeter on his tongue. The kirin did something unexpected next, taking off that long trench coat of his before wrapping it around the buck, where the last 3 or so inches of it now rest on the ground. “It's cold, I know. But I wanted to talk to you here. Its still not the best place, but it works for my needs. Either way we won’t stay long. Last thing either of us wants is you getting sick.”


The kirin knelt down beside the buck in a way that put him almost eye level with him, standing beside him and pointing up at a solid, bright star in the sky. “Do you see that Jin? It is actually 2 stars orbiting each other in the Sirius system. Some have called it ‘the dog star’. It is a class A star, about eight and a half lightyears away.”  The kirin clearly had a mind for science and enjoyed astronomy. He seemed so relaxed and happy talking about this star. This insignificant light in the sky. 


“In its core, when photons are created from the fusion of elements, it can take over 100,000 years for that proton to escape the star. Then it travels, at the fastest possible speed in the universe, for eight and a half years to enter your eye, and be processed as this tiny spec. You are looking at something that is older than all of us. And if you happened to be able to goto one of the planets, or orbit that duo of stars, and look back. Our star would be so dim compared to them. And if you managed to look through a telescope, and find earth, if you could have infinite zoom and focus, you would see the world as it was eight and a half years ago.”


All of this was fascinating sure, and did pique the buck's interest as he loved to learn. But he didn't get what any of this had to do with him, standing mostly naked on a freezing cold roof. But it would make sense soon,... so he hoped.


The kirin carried on his little monologue, holding the other shoulder of that buck, and keeping him close to him. “That is as close to time travel as we can ever come. At least now. We can’t go back. But we can look back. With our memories, and with enough distance and space. All time is relative.Your time with me may be a flash. Or it may be the longest chapter in your life. Either way, one day, you will be looking back on it. You will get past it. You will move on, and then, it will only get further, and further away. As with any day in your life. You must enjoy it. Do your best to do so. So that when you look back, you don't see pain, or regret. Only a ghost like the star you see now.”


The kirin stayed there at his side, the buck holding his arms across his chest clinging to that coat draped over his shoulders. It was already warm, and smelled of his new master which had a very spicy, musky, manly smell to it. The kind of smell you’d almost feel belonged in an Indian or Thai restaurant. So exotic to him and unique. He caught himself smelling the collar of the coat for a second, unintentionally. He didn't want so much to get his master’s smell in his nose but to decode it and try to figure it out.


Either way the kirin happened to look at just the wrong time and catch him of course as it made the buck blush in silence. The kirin simply pat the smaller male’s back lightly before speaking again “Let's go inside. As I said; I don't want you catching cold. I just wanted to show you that star. The ghost from before you even had your last job. The ghost from when your friend was still alive. A reminder that,.. If you look from far enough away, you can still see him. You just have to keep your mind as clear as that mythical telescope I talked about.”


The two walked back over to the elevator and walked inside. Only now could the buck get a look at what had been under that trench coat. A fine made button up ruffle shirt. Clearly not something of modern style, but it worked with him, the elegance of the ruffles on the chest and cuffs accentuating his own regality. The kirin on the other hand took note of the discarded towel in the corner of the elevator but made no mention of it, though he did smirk easily guessing what it’d been used for.


As the two walked back into the main room of the suit, the larger male pointed to the couch while he undid the first few buttons of his shirt and sighed as if taking off a collar of his own. “Go, relax. I’ll bring us some tea and we will talk about your questions.” The buck did as instructed, sitting on the couch, still wrapped in that coat, preferring it over his... lack of clothing. He tried to get comfortable, but was still largely uncomfortable in his slave silks, more or less grumbling to himself as he tried to sit properly.


The kirin returned with some hot mint tea setting them down and sitting on the nice cushy seat across from the couch the buck had sat on, expecting his new master to want him there and to be all paws and claws with him. But that was not the case. The kirin pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on, having taken out his contacts while making tea. The glasses were custom-made, and made him look even more refined and regal, actually an improvement to his look as far as the buck was concerned. “I hope you enjoy the tea. I take this kit with me everywhere I go so that I can provide comfort to guests and those close to me. So then; ask and I shall tell. I won’t, or can not tell you everything, but I promise to give you no empty lies, or any more half-truths as I have before.”