The buck was dumbstricken at the level of cordiality shown by the kirin at this moment. Treated like a slave, worthless, like dirt for the largest part of the day and all the sudden he is wanting to bond. This had to be some trick, some long term plan to make the buck fall under his spell and become docile and just accept everything. He snarled at these thoughts, and shook his head as his fists clenched. “You say you’ll answer any question of mine. Right? Then tell me why. Why me? Why did you destroy my life?”


The kirin sighed, sipping his tea before leaning back in his comfortable chair across from the buck. “Let's just say this. It had to be you. Nyle would never have worked. And the other options were not as easily accessible. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong species.” This sent the buck’s eyes wide, he realized now he’d been duped since Nyle was never in any danger.


“You mean to tell me... that it was a fucking BLUFF?!” The buck stood, as he shouted out and looked about ready to jump over the table at his,... captor. He was incensed, utterly enraged. So much so that he even broke his own rule about cursing once more. “All this time, I told myself I did this for her. To spare, her. And now, you tell me that!?”


The kirin’s indifference to the situation only furthered the buck’s anger, the kirin lazily sipping his tea and responding with a slow even tone. “That's right. If it makes you feel better to think of it this way, then fine, I played you like a fiddle.” The kirin looked over to him making eye contact very clearly wanting this next bit to sink in. “But so was I. A great legendary species. Last of my kind. All for what? Even if I did breed with some harlot who was a close related pureblood, my lineage as the last of my kind would still be sealed.” 


The kirin set his tea down and pulled out his pipe, looking over to the buck who could still barely contain himself. Flipping open the metal cap on his pipe, the kirin spoke in a somewhat exasperated tone “You’re upset about one life. One I only need a part of, not even the whole damned thing. While I’ve lost an entire lineage. All to lies. Betrayed. By those we once called brother and sister.” 


The kirin arced some plasma across his claw tips again in his pipe’s bowl before taking a deep drag of it. “Fifteen years. It’s a long time, but I promise you, it will be the best fifteen years of your life.” He exhaled a thick plume of smoke that was somehow more herbal smelling than musty or like that of tobacco or most known drugs. “That is; it will be if you let it.”


The buck snapped back “Best years of my life!? Dressed like this? Not even a common whore would dare be spotted in this! Best fifteen years of my life, that joke is so bad it’s criminal old man!” The kirin only smirked at his outrage over the attire. 


The kirin stood up, once more towering over the buck, looking down at him with those slitted eyes full of fire. He looked through him as if he was crystal, seeing all his inner workings and emotions. The sort of stare that you can feel on a physical level. “You think me a pervert, a sexual deviant. Well, quite right you are. And I will claim my property any place, any time I damned well, please. That ass of yours is mine and I will fuck you so hard you will BEG ME for mercy. And just when you think it’s over, I’ll flip you over, and start all over again, just so this time I can look you in the eyes while you beg me to stop.”


The kirin’s gaze lost focus grew dim for a second and he started coughing in a strong fit. For the first time, he seemed not like some impenetrable wall of flesh, more frail and mortal than ever if anything. “That's what you- w-wha-...” The kirin’s coughing, came to a rattling wheeze for a moment before he carried on, and grabbed clutched hard at the arm of the chair before falling back into it. He coughs a few more times and clears his throat, clapping shut the metal lid of his pipe before tucking it away. 


”Now, that. That is what you expect from me isn’t it boy? Some sex-crazed monster. But I need you for so much more than that. I need someone I can trust. Yes, I will use your body. I may even do so violently come the time. Maybe even tonight if it suits my desire. But I can promise it won't be unpleasant if you work with me.” The kirin didn't seem old enough to be having a coughing fit quite like that. And for the rest of all of this time he’d seemed so strong. Was it all a farce? A front? What was going on...


The buck’s anger eased a bit seeing the large dragon in pain, and felt less threatened by him now than ever before. “You’re not fucking me.” He stated clearly, emphatically, poignantly. Only then realizing he was cursing again. He took another breath, calmed back down, and restated simply. “You will not violate me... Not like you violated my life.”


The kirin sigh deeply. “I will do as I please with you. I own you. That’s how this works boy-” The buck cut him off abruptly “My name is Jin! You crackin’ psycho... Jin! Not Boy, not Slave, Jin!” The kirin shook his head and was still catching his breath, his chest rattling a bit every now and then as he took long, lightly wheezed breaths. “Earn that name boy. I have taken it from you now. But I will return it when you show me you are ready for it.”


That dragon wasn’t making any sense now. What was up with him, why was he being like this, what caused that fit? The buck’s mind was churning with thoughts, possibilities. He growled lightly once more, feeling cornered even by this weakened man. “Alright, say I play your game. How? How would I earn back the respect I am rightfully owed?”


The kirin looked him in the eyes once more, speaking with as clear a voice as he could manage as he sat back up, clearly recovering now from his momentary spell. “By acting like a proper slave. Show me respect. Heed my word, and accept it. Because if you don't, you won’t last. I will break you. And neither of us wants that.” His gaze was once more transfixed in the buck’s own eyes. This time, there wasn’t that harshness of before. They were eyes that seemed sincere. They seemed to be resolute, but not overtly so.


The buck set back down and shook his head “I can’t just give in like that. I won’t let you take away my manhood. You’ve already got me dressing like a crackin’ girl, man... Like seriously...” The kirin smirked and pulled out that pipe again. ANd just like before, lit it, and started taking long slow drags. 


The kirin set back and shook his head, “It isn’t like you. It isn’t like your species either. I know you are a proud species, but you’ve always listened to reason. Look at it this way boy; when i shove $200,000 worth of product up your ass, you will thank me for having rode you like the proud stag you are. And the clothes, that is the least of your comfort worries. I could have left you unbathed, stripped you nude, jizzed across your face and drug you across town like that. But you complain about a simple set of harem silks after a nice long bath? One you didn't even bother to do very well by the way, after giving me your word on it.”


The kirin chuckled a bit smiling over to him with a crooked smile, that only a crooked man could pull off. “Boy, those silks are for my amusement. And right now, they are giving me just the amusement I want. Your defiance. Your insolence. You act as though those clothes are the end of the world. But they are not. They are the best, most expensive clothes your little body has ever had, and you bawk at them.”


The deer was growing angry once more, his rage having only died down some, but still a slow burning fire below the surface. “No they're not the end of the world, but they remove my identity as a man! You’re turning me into-” The kirin interjected “A slave? Is that it boy? Are you not enjoying the life you signed up for?” The kirin leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he looked over his glasses at the boy.


“You and I had a deal; Slave. Honor it. And I honor you. Show some pride in the right ways, show some dignity under duress. Show some conviction to your agreement. Show that your spine indeed does bend, and I will catch you if you fall. That is my half of the agreement. But should you prove inflexible, I will have to break that spine of yours myself.”


The buck seemed to be trying to process this all. He thought he finally was getting it all, what the dragon was doing. He was testing him. This was all a test. To see if he would actually comply or not. And so far, he was failing. But he didn't care. Jin was so pissed off that he was glad to be failing his ‘master’ right now. That anger served him well so far.


The kirin leaned back once more, still eyeing the buck over the tops of his glasses. “Now, Remove that loincloth and bend over my bed. It’s time I show you your place, boy.”


The buck’s eyes shot open wide, his ears pinning back and his cheeks flushing a tiny bit at the thought of the order that he just heard. “No.” He said with a momentary hesitation followed by “N-no, Master...” The buck was seeing if this was all right. If this was all a test. Maybe if it was, all he was trying to do this entire time was get him to call him master and he’d back off...


The kirin stood, and started undoing his own shirt, as his stern unwavering voice repeated in a harsher tone, “Slave, disrobe, and ready yourself on my bed, NOW.” His eyes had narrowed again, and it was coming. There, deep down in his eyes, you could see that feral, predatory gaze. That moment where he was the hunter. And the buck, was merely his prey.


“M-Master, Please wait!” The buck shouted as he backed away, nearly tripping over the end-table that had been by the arm of the sofa. “Master,... Can you talk to me first? T-Tell me I’ll be Okay?”


The kirin’s snout blew that smoke that crackled and rolled with tendrils of fire and electricity as he glared at him, his bare scaled chest glinting specs of light off each of his dark colored scales. He roared out his next command “On the bed; NOW!”


The fire, that burning rage that had once been in the buck had all been scared away now, as he stared down the barrel of a loaded gun of sorts. The dragon pursued him, hunched, legs bent, ready to pounce and overtake him with raw power. He knew he’d never win, he knew the gig was over and that no matter what, his owner would be doing as he pleased with him tonight.


His mind raced, his ears up, alert, his nose taking in deep panicked breaths, filling with the scent of the cheap detergent the staff used, and the scent of his master. The scent of a predator ready to devour its prey. He shouted “Y-Yes master... S-sorry master!” Before quickly grabbing hold of that silk sash’s front between his legs and pulling hard as it came zipping off, revealing his body to the kirin that had practically backed him into a corner by the bed.


Legs trembling, his hooves making no sound on the thick luscious carpet as he walked, he went over to his master’s bed and did as ordered, laying his top half down on it with his tail down covering his tight athletic ass. The kirin slowly walked up behind him, and as soon as he heard those footsteps close right behind him, and saw that shadow loom over head... he remembered to lift his tail out of the way, wanting to do nothing to upset him any further as he sobbed quietly onto those sheets that wreaked of that cheap detergent.


And there it was, that large tallonous paw on his ass. The long curved claws like that of a bird of prey gripping his ass and digging in against the flesh enough to draw just a tiny bit of blood under their razor sharp tips. It was over.... He was going to be fucked like a common whore now. His pride, his dignity, his manliness, all stolen from him.


But it didn't come, not right away. There was his other paw, pressing hard down against the buck’s back, pressing him down into that springy mattress before the other arm grabbed the buck’s arm, who’s paw had held firmly the sheets in preparation for being violently violated. The kirin placed that arm across his back where the other tallon had been, the other tallon grabbing his other wrist and placing it along his back as well right beside his other arm, fist to elbow. Then came the silk he’d still been clutching, wrapped around both arms, on the upper and lower, binding them sternly in place with a silken X across his back.


But then... nothing. The deep, still slightly wheezy breath from behind him, had a rolling rumble to it, a kind of pleasured growl. But... he felt nothing. No talons on his body. No cock between his thighs, on his back, or between his cheeks. Nothing.


The kirin spoke after what felt like an eternity. “Good boy, Jin. Your body is beautiful. There is no wonder why I or others would covet it.“ There came a tallon once more at Jin’s body, but it was between his ears, petting over his head as the other talon rested on the bed beside him. The kirin leaned down and whispered quietly in his ear. “You gave me your body willingly. So for tonight, you have earned your name back. Jin. Not just slave. Not just boy. But Jin. The proud, and stubborn buck.”


And then he leaned back up and the fear came again, the fear with this mixed emotion of pride, and shame. It all felt so wrong as he waited for his ass to be violated by what he could only imagine was a huge, throbbing, ribbed, or even spiked dragon cock.


But once more it never came. And soon the breathing moved away. Around the bed, and Jin could see him through tear blurred eyes in front of him now. The kirin still even had his shirt mostly on, not even taking off his clothing. The dragon set on the bed and lay back against the headboard. “Come here Jin. Come, relax yourself against my body, and let us share the warmth that is the lifeblood coursing through our veins, and appreciate the fact... We are both alive. Even if life itself, wants to fuck us, to death.”