That emotionally whiplashed buck didn't know what to do. He lay on that bed, exposed, bound, and now finally at the mercy of the larger male and all of the sudden he was shown the compassion he’d wanted from the start. The kirin on the other hand simply lean down and help, or more or less drags the buck up close beside him.

“There now boy,.. Err Jin. Doesn’t that feel better? I know you’re probably cold, so here.” The kirin pulled the comforter that was at the foot of the bed up over them, covering the buck, who was resting with his back to the kirin’s side, arms still bound behind him.

The buck would look clearly distraught with his cheeks’ fur matted from recent tears of terror and anticipated pain. He looked over to the kirin, who was so very close now and stated the obvious, “I’d feel better if you untied my arms please.” He still didn't know quite how to handle everything that was going on, but he indeed would feel better if he weren't so helpless, even if his bare body was covered by that comforter they shared.

After all, the kirin’s large dragon like talons pet over his side and stomach, and he had no way to stop him if he decided to hurt him like this. But his request made the kirin’s large hand press firmly against his stomach and chest and pull him closer like that. “I’m sure you would Jin, but you’ve not earned that privilege yet. But I'm sure if you relax, and give in, you will in no time.”

With those attemptedly reassuring words, came a hiss of  inhaled air from the buck while the dragon’s large paw patt lightly at his inner thigh, making the buck’s fur stand on end and causing him to scoot away from that patting hand, only pressing him further against the dragon’s side as that was the only way he could reasonably move.

But, there it rest. Literally mere inches from his genitals, so very close, so very, dangerously close in his mind. But the kirin didn't move that hand, instead leaving it there where he felt the buck’s warmth slowly filling the comforter. “Relax. I will take you in time, but right now I need you to simply relax. I plan on sleeping like this, and I don't want you up all night boy.... Jin.”

The frequent omission of his name was troubling to the young buck. After all, he said for that night he’d earned back his name... but still the kirin insisted on treating him like the slave he was. Pair that with being told he was not allowed to use his arms yet... he didn't know how to take any of it. One day he’d be allowed to keep his name for good yes? ANd what about his arms? When would they be unbound? Had he lost the right to use them for the night? Or just in this situation with what he considered being a danger close encounter as that large clawed talon rest there on his very soft, very warm thigh.

It was in that moment that Jin had decided,the anticipation was killing him more than the deed would. He just wanted it over. He twisted himself slightly so he could look the kirin in the eye with at least 1 eye before speaking up; “Sir, will you just ‘do it’ and get it over with.... Stop messing with my mind and just do your crushing dirty deed.”

The large kirin looked over to him, his vermilion eyes fixed on the bucks own steely blue-grey-hazel eyes. “You would very much like that wouldn't you? For me to fill your stomach with my seed if only to quell it from the fear and anticipation.” The hand that had been on Jin’s thigh for the longest time now slid closer to his crotch, those claws of his running through the delicate fur just above the cervine’s sheath so close to his bits that it made him once more squirm and tremble in fear as those razer sharp appendages could do so much damage.

The kirin spoke and looked away before resting his head back on that headboard. “Once more; You’ve not earned that yet Jin. But soon. Soon you will feel the carnal lust of your master’s desire for that body of yours. But not tonight. So sleep.”

Was,... did the buck just get shot down? Shot down for something he didn't even want!? What the hell was going on? What in the world was this guy’s deal? The buck was more than a little confused at what he’d heard. That he was not worthy to be molested by his new master. That he would have to EARN that? Earn something he had zero desire for...

This was all compounded by the stroking of his soft fur now centimeters from his genitals by the kirn’s part. But soon enough that paw would slip back down to his thigh and simply rest there. So close, yet so far compared to where it had been. And in a way... it eased his mind having felt it be so very close, then retreat some.

The buck looked around and eventually settled himself in comfortably with that Kirin, covered by that thick warm comforter. And in a way... the warmth they shared comforted him and soothed him. Indeed sharing in that warmth of their life blood, and starting to appreciate that... he was indeed alive. He had planned to be in bed by now. But it was not this bed. Not a comfortable bed. But the dry, rocky river’s bed under that bridge. He could not help, but for a moment, to truly appreciate the upgrade. To enjoy the fact he would wake up tomorrow. Even if, it wasn't where he thought he’d be the night before.

He took in the deep slow breaths of his owner, and noticed now that,... he was asleep. The kirin had meant exactly what he’d said and he was sleeping just like this. Paw on Jin’s thigh, arm around him, and Jin pressed against him as they shared that warm bed on the cold windy night.

With nothing to do, and the realization that the kirin had indeed fallen asleep. Jin slowly relaxed. His heart slowing down and in spite of a few wiggles to get comfortable, he’d not disturbed his new master who seemed to be a deep sleeper. And if anything, all of the mental strain from the day exhausted him. He realized now he was entirely wiped out.

Before long, that buck too had fallen asleep. Normally a deep sleeper, he found himself waking up several times that night to his new owner coughing or shifting around. He’d not slept with anyone in his bed before... Or more precisely in anyone else’s bed.

It was a number of hours later when the pair awoke. The buck still snoozed as he was  laying there now on his side beside his master who had slowly become the big spoon in the night. The kirin had actually managed to slip out of the bed and into the shower by the time the buck had awoken. It was actually to the sounds of the shower turning off and the hairdryer turning on by the time he really started waking up.

He realized he was still covered up, and his arms had been unbound now. But that silk sash was missing. Meaning the Kirin had deigned it that he was supposed to stay nude. Which was not good as he looked down and could feel the moistness of his pre he’d leaked last night. His morning wood faded quickly fearing the kirin would see it, but the moistness and the scent of his musk would not be so easy to hide.

And just as if the kirin could read his mind he ordered the buck “Up boy! I need you here post-haste.” he called from the bathroom with the door wide open as the sink ran and steam still billowed from the roof of the bathroom door.

Jin Whimpered to himself before reluctantly getting up and walking into the bathroom where his small hooves clipped and clopped on the stone tiles. “Yes, Master?” He asked with both paws covering his crotch and keeping him decent. The kirin was soaking some rags in the sink with steaming hot water while also flossing in the mirror, already dressed in his slacks, and a similar but not identical shirt from last night.

The kirin seemed to pay him no mind as he stood there, not even looking over directly at him. “Uncover yourself at once boy. You will not hide my property from me.” He said very plainly with no signs of contempt or anger. Simply telling him the rules he would live by for the next long chapter of his life.

The buck on the other hand could only blush as his large leaf shaped ears pinned back against his head. He slowly put his balled up fists to the side revealing his slightly smaller than average looking sheath and plump, fluffy jewels to his owner, who still didn't bother looking at him.

“Take these rags and wrap them around your antlers boy. And then soak your feet in the basin by the tub. I'm going to take care of your horns and hooves. I can’t have them looking like they do. As my slave, you represent me. I only have the best, and that means you are the best and must look the part.” He stated as he had thrown away the floss and started to brush over his large dark dark grey mane in the mirror. 

The buck nodded and would walk over taking the rags and draped them over his antlers and then would move to walk over and set on the side of the tub, once more putting his paws on his lap and closing his thighs, making him decent again. Which earned another instant reprimand of “Paws boy.” front he kirin who had taken to putting in his contacts now.

The kirin pampered himself a moment or two longer, applying his signature cologne, and some product into his hair as well as using some body oil, or wax of sorts on his scales that gave them their signature lustrous shine. After this he pulled out a closed kit from the boy’s own tote bag of toiletries. He walked over, grabbed the bucks hands and lifted them up into a flat open state above his head and tilted his head forward with those antlers gently. He opened up the small case and set it in the boy’s hands to hold while he removed a small strip of specially made sandpaper. There he started sanding at the sharpest of the points on the horns, the broken and chipped parts. 

Once they’d be ground down he set the paper back into the case and turned around to grab some kind of putty tube from the bag. “This is filler. The goal is you sand a divot into the spots that where once gouges, scratches and chips and then apply a bit of this. It cures in about 30 seconds if you use just a little. And then you sand the rest away to bring it to it’s original smoothness. And don't worry about the color difference. We will be using a colored sealer and polish that will make your antlers very uniform.”

The kirin ripped off the tip of the clay and knead it for a moment mixing the activating agent in it before starting to apply small dabs of it here and there. The buck would watch for the moment, but also was being a bit naughty by looking at his master’s crotch since he was eye level with it, trying to just see the size of what he considered his enemy. Wondering if he would be horselike, or mouselike. How he prayed it would be mouselike. But he could get zero gauge on it, not seeing any bulge, or sway of jewels. He could make out what looked like boxers’ lines in the pants but nothing on the genital front which only enraged his curiosity and inflamed his imagination.

The kirin was busy now resculping a formerly missing tine trying to make it entirely symmetrical with the other side and was actually quite good at it. He’d had experience with his own antlers over his many years surely. But at this point his own antlers looked somewhat ragged, as if the age made them more distinct. There where no imperfections but the color was that of an eternal set that had darkened in shade and warmed in hue as they aged, and grew uneven shadows based on the amount of sun they got.

The kirin finished up sculpting with the clay, which in parts had already set to the hardness of soft stone or hardwood. There he would pick back up another sandpaper strip, this one much less aggressive and start going over the buck’s antlers from base to tip over and over until they all looked somewhat roughed up. The kirin took the wet rags he’d set in the tub earlier and used them to wipe the dust off, getting the horns clean and dry once more before putting down the sandpaper and closing up the small case the buck held and taking it off his hands.

He set the case by the sink, and grabbed a dark green glass vial from the case before opening it and applying some of the clear liquid to a small white washrag. He then used this to coat the horns. And as soon as he did, the color of the horns started to become a healthy bone color, just enough of a yellow or orange tinge to it to make the horns look older but not super old. The buck was only about 19 or so, but the darkening of his antlers made him look an easy 3 or 4 years older in the eyes of other cervines.

This was the polish he’d mentioned earlier, the polish dissolving the outermost layer that had been roughed up and in doing so smoothing the color of the horns out very much so, while also slightly adding a light yellow brown hue to it to age them. Once done, the antlers looked freshly polished, where glass smooth to the touch and had a vibrant lively hue that radiated majesty. The kirin smirked and held up a small mirror for Jin to look in.

“Not too bad if i say so myself boy. Those antlers are a far cry from what they where. And that sealer will keep them looking fantastic and actually strengthen them against taking minor damages in the future.” The kirin would grab that case again and move to kneel at the boy’s feet before setting a towel across his raised knee and then lifting a hoof out of that ever so slightly blue solution they’d been soaking in. 

“And hooves, lest we not forget, are important for many reasons. I see you’ve never had shoes, and I honestly don't care if you do or don't want them, Tell me which and I will respect your choice.” The buck was blushing a furious red as his owner knelt down and lifted up a leg, making the buck expose his genitals entirely to the dragon before him. And worst of all the smell of his musk, and the matted and moist fur at the tip of his sheath was very obvious, and not helped at all by the small tapered red tip that peeked maybe a centimeter out of the tip now.

The kirin had taken notice before looking up at the boy, locking eyes with him and gesturing towards the bucks bits. “May I?” Asked the kirin. May he what? Why the hell was he asking? What the hell was he asking?! The bucks mind raced for a split second before he blurted out a very stern sounding, “No!”

The kirin quirked an eyebrow as his gaze into the bucks' eyes intensified. A silent reprimand, of sorts. “No?” He retorted in a bit of disgust. The buck was only able to blush deeper as he bit at his lower lip a moment and restated in a clear tone “No... Master. Please.”

The Kirin was clearly still not happy. His eyes never pulled off the bucks and the hand that had pointed now rest on the buck’s inner thigh once more, a paw on either side of the buck’s lifted leg as he stared down the young buck. The buck nervously asked, “M-may you what master?” Now seeing what exactly he wanted to do, perhaps he was too quick to state his desire to not be touched in that manor. Maybe that was it, maybe this was another test for him to overcome by showing proper respect.

The kirin responded with “May I, or may I not?” with that gaze strong as titanium, and eyes that seemed as radioactive as uranium, that silent burning deep within them. The buck shakily said “I-i don't know wh-what you want Master.... What am I saying yes or no to?”

If this was a test it was not going well, he didn't possibly know that the proper response was... He wanted this situation over, done with, and the kirin was having none of it. Those eyes looking more, and more angry as the grip on either side of his thigh had slowly been increasing to the point the claws of his large talons had started to lightly dig into that flesh causing painful sharp points on his tender, soft, fleshy thigh.

The buck caved in, and closed his eyes, ears flat against his head as he looked away and whimpered out “Y-yes master,.. you may...” That was met with a quick and growled response of “You’re damned well right I may. Did you forget I own you, slave? You do not have a say, and I will do as I please. Let that sink in and be a reminder of your place in life now.”

And there it was, at his sheath and cock tip, two fingers pinching firmly while sliding up and off, taking with them a glob of pre and a trailing long string of it before he stuck it in his maw and sucked those fingers clean with a long, deep devious purr. The buck had only seen the kirin’s reaction, and the fingers in his maw, as he had built up the courage to look back at his master after he felt that paw leave his bits.

All of this had caused his cock to become much more limp until that pinch at it’s tip which caused it throb in his grasp and now the first half inch sticking free. The kirin’s tail sway and swish wildly behind him, as his own ears pinned back in a bit of carnal bliss tasting his slave’s pre for the first time. That scent of his boy’s musk rushing through his mind, and the salty clear liquid coating his serpent-like tongue. “Delectable.” He purred out before moving a paw to thump the very tip of the boy’s cock gently, clearly not trying to hurt him with it, but to get his attention and put a little fear in him. “Put that thing away. While i don't want you hiding yourself from me, i don't want to see that cock of yours. Showing your cock to your master without orders to doso is the same as telling your master that your pleasure is more important than his.”

The kirin had strange ideas about sexuality between submissives and their owners. But it was his world the buck lived in now, and he had to get used to it fast. After that flick at his tip, it was not hard, whatsoever to become, not hard, what so ever. His red tapered tip retracting back into that cream colored sheath where it stay now.

The kirin took one of the rags from the tub the buck set on before wiping off the tip of his sheath to clean it’s fur once more with that now cold water which made the buck shiver as that cold rag had also draped down teasing his jewels and thighs.

And with that done, the kirin turned his mind back to that hoof. He’d set the case that had previously only used the sandpaper from by the basin at the buck’s feet. Now the buck could see a number of sharp instruments such as hook and loop blades of several shapes. And even now one of those was in the kirn’s deft hands and soon trimmed at the imperfections of the boy’s softened hooves which where a lustrous obsidian now from their soak. 

He carved out chips, stones, and cracks with those various tools before doing as he’d done before and started sanding them to a uniform roughness and wiping them off with a moist rag. “Have you given it any thought boy? Shoes or no shoes?” The poor buck had forgotten all about that in the briefly sexual encounter with his master. An encounter he’d not soon forget,... that he also found ever so slightly enjoyable. The look of bliss on the kirin’s face as he enjoyed the buck’s pre on his fingers has been cemented in his mind.

“O-oh... No; Thank you.” He said before catching himself and adding quickly “Master.” He thought on his recent lesson and said a bit reluctantly “Unless you disagree, Master.”

With that  the kirin looked up and locked eyes with him, patting the buck’s thigh. “Good boy Jin. Well spoken. You chose your words a little slowly, but they where very well chosen.” The kirin looked back down and smiled at the hoof on his knee before looking back up to the buck. “I agree. I enjoy hearing my slave’s feet make the adorable noises they do. If anything I would give you possibly some metal shoes to accentuate it more. But I don't have the kit for that here.”

The kirin smiled at the buck for what felt like the first time... and for once they seemed to agree on something. Even if it was a triviality.