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The ride home was a silent one, as neither Shen nor Bolt said a word. It was only once the car stopped in front of Shen's house did the canine in the back of his car even show any signs of life. Bolt peered out the window with his mouth agape at the sight of the massive mansion which Shen barely called his summer home. It was obvious the little canine came from poverty, and since Shen did not, he was going to have to give the German Shepard some rude awakenings as to how the other half lives. Shen was in the upper echelon of that 'other half' as well, so he knew that there were going to be things that Bolt had never seen; he just wondered how much. He also wondered how much he should expose the canine to, as it seemed that the other exposed their 'pets' to barely more than the basics needed to function at high society parties and fulfill their sexual desires. Shen wanted more than that for Bolt, but at the same time he didn't want to become too close to his property. He was torn, and as he looked at the wonderment in the dog's eyes as they pulled up to the front door of the massive mansion, it was apparent that was going to be a difficult task.

The car stopped at the front door, greeted by an older-looking fox clad in an expensive suit. He bowed low as Shen stepped out of the car, gesturing towards the door politely. Shen instead held the keys out to the fox, waiting for a moment before clearing his throat to get his attention. "I don't know why you still do this Kyle, it's not necessary." The fox simply took the keys and went right back to bowing, barely even acknowledging the question. Shen sighed; that butler was hopeless, but he did keep the place very clean. The lion decided to turn his attention back to the passenger in the back seat of his car rather than dwelling on just how formal Kyle insisted on being. He opened the back door slowly, peering in and extending a paw out to Bolt.

Kyle saw the canine out of the corner of his eye right when Shen opened the door, and instantly let out an involuntary gasp. The poor canine looked a lot worse off now that he was out of his cage, and through Kyle's eyes the poor beast may as well have been dying. The fox shook with effort to contain himself, but Shen barely even noticed as he took Bolt's paw and helped the feeble German Shepard from the car. The lion then grabbed onto the rope around the canine's neck, holding it firmly to keep him close and to make sure the dog remembered just who was in charge. "Kyle, please go park the car and then call the doctor and tell him..." Shen trailed off, looking thoughtful for a moment. Kyle looked up at his master, unsure of what to say for a moment before he just took the keys and started off towards the driver's side of the car.

"I'll tell him to come discretely and to bring his trauma kit." The fox finished Shen's thought, albeit in a rather pained tone. Shen shot him a glare for that, but did not reply; they would discuss that tone later is what that look meant. Kyle just sighed and lowered himself into the car, starting it up with the alternate key-start and code. Shen shut the door he had removed Bolt from and patted the roof once, letting the fox inside the vehicle know it was clear to pull off into the underground garage. He did just that too the second he heard the smack, leaving Shen and his disheveled canine companion on the driveway in front of the large set of doors which led into Shen's house.

The pair stood there for a moment, Shen holding the German Shepard's rope in place while the canine bounced from foot to foot. He wasn't speaking, but Shen knew that dance from anywhere, and briskly started walking towards the door with the canine in tow. Bolt urked and came along, the sudden tug from the rope nearly toppling his weak frame over. Shen barely noticed, as he was still trying his utmost to distance himself from the feeble frame behind him. It was barely working, but that was enough to give him some solace and let him at least look at the dog as the pair stepped through the threshold of the door and into the main entryway.

Bolt's eyes went wide and his jaw slacked as he stared up at the surroundings of the entryway. It was ornate, opulent, and ostensibly beautiful. Being a lion, Shen liked his things shiny and good to look at, as it was part of his feline pride. A male lion's pride was second to none in the feline kingdom as well, so to say that Shen loved his possessions and making them look nice was an understatement. His home was a prime example of this, and it was filled to the brim with things that were pleasant to see, experience, and just be around. He loved that about his home, and relished showing it off whenever he could. He didn't get to very often though, as he was rarely home, and even more rarely had guests within the confines of his home, so he had to make do with seeing Bolt's reaction. Bolt's reaction to it all was as priceless as many others had been, so he just took it in for a moment before dragging the dog along again.

The dog jerked, letting out a light yelp before he tagged along involuntarily, dragging along a little bit behind Shen as he was led along through the entryway and down a hall. The pair passed doorways and entrances to large dining halls, a ballroom, and a library. Bolt's face got more and more excited and fearful with every sight he took in, but Shen just got more and more pleased with himself as he saw that. He was scaring the little dog into submission with his power, and that... That was how control was supposed to work in his eyes, and having that level of control was something that he relished. It involved little effort, which he liked, and yielded universally good results, which he also liked; maximum efficiency with minimal expenditure. His love of such things was probably why he did it for a living at this point in his life, but that is a story for another time.

He started down the path towards the washrooms, knowing full well that he would be going into them to wash up the dog and then getting him prepped to be looked at by the doctor. Shen would need an excuse as to why Bolt was covered in injuries and looked as disheveled as he was, as well as why Shen was even caring for the mutt in the first place. Lies and half truths ran through his head as fast as his pace was, which nearly toppled the dog behind him at one point who stopped for a split second to peer into the small theatre that Shen had. The tug on the collar and the low growl from Shen made sure that didn't happen again, but even doing that made the lion a bit uneasy. He didn't want to scare Bolt into submission by force or by being overbearing or any of the other ways his compatriots had done. His methods would be more subtle, easier, and infinitely kinder; Shen wasn't a cruel being after all. Cold, definitely, but not cruel... He couldn't bring himself to even lead the canine around by a rope for much longer.

He finally got a reprieve from the leading when he stopped at the front of the gym at the end of the long, winding hall. Shen turned to the German Shepard behind him, eyeing him for a long moment. Bolt stared right back, a look of fear and apprehension in his eyes as he was afraid of what would come next. Shen simply sighed, removing the collar of rope from around the canine's neck and offering it to him. "Take it, I don't do that in this house. You are here as my pet, my sexual pleasure, but not as a prisoner. I will grant you free reign of the house, and eventually the grounds once you've earned my trust... Maybe even let you drive around in a car one day. But for now, no more leashes and collars... Unless it's in the bedroom." Shen's last sentence was punctuated with a hint of sarcasm, which Bolt seemed to pick up on and smiled at lightly as he took the collar in a shaking paw. He looked so confused, utterly unable to comprehend what was going on with the lion.

Shen was confused as well, as he had sworn to himself on the ride over that he would not let the canine become more than property. Here he was though, treating Bolt like far more than property, and it was making him aggravated internally. A small war was being waged in his mind as he fought with himself over whether or not to retract his statement, or to just let it be and see where things went from there. He wanted Bolt happy, as happy sex was better and had more chances of being longer than angry or fearful sex. A part of him, that seemed to be growing with every passing moment, wanted much more than that for the canine that he had just purchased. He wanted that German Shepard to be safe, content, and free from harm for as long as he lived. Shen had no idea where that feeling was coming from, or how it had even manifested, but he wanted it to be squelched as fast as possible, so he just tried to shove it down his hardest while opening the door to the gym and ushering Bolt inside.

Once inside, he and Bolt went straight to the back of the gym, stepping into the changing room which was large enough for the few others who Shen had over to work out. He hadn't been keeping up with his routine for a while though, and as such his pants had been getting a little tight around the midsection. The tightness was nothing worrysome yet, just a couple pounds of 'travel weight' as he called it that could be gone in a weekend thanks to his rigorous training and high-speed metabolism. Bolt looked like he could use a few pounds of 'travel weight' to make his frame look more lush and cared for, rather than the starved and beaten look he had now. A few pounds of muscle wouldn't hurt the canine either, as his frame was rather lanky all the way around, and not just in terms of looking like he had some meat on him. A toned, yet healthy looking German Shepard with a lush coat and a killer outfit... That would be a sight to see.

Fantasizing about the looks of his new pet got Shen distracted, and for a split second he forgot why he was even in the gym. He remembered as soon as he saw the direction he had been pointing, and led Bolt into the small set of showers that were within the locker room. "Strip." Shen said authoritatively, looking right at Bolt. The dog did, slowly lowering his pants and then his boxers to the floor right in front of the lion. The feline looked on, eyeing over the canine's body again and smiling inwardly at the plans he had for it. He didn't want to spend too long doing his looking over though; having to explain his reasons and plans would be too much effort for the feline at that point in the day. He wasn't about to have to explain though, as that was something he would do to an equal, and not to a pet that was there to do little more than please him sexually.

All the excitement had him worn out, and his species' lethargy was starting to kick in as he had to stifle a yawn. The yawn made it out though, and he stretched a little bit as he looked on at Bolt's stripping. The canine stood there, naked and looking nervously at the feline as he tried to cover himself up with a free paw. Shen chuckled to himself at this, simply reaching down to Bolt's goods and giving them a gentle grope with one of his large paws. He wanted that canine to remember his place, even if he didn't have to be put there. It was going to be an interesting dynamic that Shen was going to create, and he knew that as he pulled his paw back and looked Bolt over once more. Plans, all those plans... He was starting to get aroused with them all screaming through his mind as he stared on at Bolt.

"I want you to shower, and then dry off with one of the towels in here. Once you are done, you are to get dressed in the clothes I will bring back, and then come with me. Alright?" Shen's voice was commanding, again, and it made sure that the dog knew his place. The mutt nodded fervently, that fear in his eyes ebbing but still very strong as he looked up at Shen. It was as though he was starting to feel comfortable, yet still had a subservient air about him. Shen wanted that, and he was impressed that it was coming to pass so quickly. He was fairly sure that it would take longer, and yet to make such progress so quickly was something that he was proud of.

Shen turned and left, his claws clicking on the tile as he walked out of the locker room. He was headed towards the laundry room, as he would have to give the canine some of his older clothes in order to keep him decent. Something not too revealing, but still enough that Shen would be able to look at Bolt and rape him over and over again with his eyes... Shen was starting to sound like an old pervert in his head, but he felt like one at that moment, so why should he not be playing the part. It was as though he was getting his mind into more and more trouble with Bolt as he let it wander in its thoughts about the beast, though Shen had no intention of reigning it in. He was going to let his creative juices flow with that mutt, and see just how far he could take a pet into high society. It was going to be a tall order, but Shen felt up to the challenge... He welcomed it in fact.

He left the gym at a quick pace, his tail swishing behind him with every step. It wasn't flicking around anxiously like it normally did when he was deep in thought, more just drooping behind him and swaying with his hips as he took one step after another towards the laundry room. He wasn't thinking too hard at that moment; just some little bits of plans for Bolt and himself. He wanted to leave the serious thoughts for later at that moment, as he had set his plan in stone and now wanted to just mentally relax. He was still feeling tired too, his usual cat-nap well past and his body not liking that he had ignored it. He was on a mission to create something wonderous though, and he would need to wait on that nap in order to do it. Dressing Bolt was going to have to be more important than sleeping one of his few naps of the day, and though it was making him walk at a more uneven pace and clouding his mind, he didn't seem to care a great deal.

The lion walked down the hall and took a turn at the far end of it, which was a good walk considering how large his home was. It took him a solid minute to reach the end of that hall, and as such he was a touch winded once he got there. He had been walking at a rather quick pace, stumbling a few times over his own paws thanks to how tired his mind was and how ill-fitting his new pants were. He needed to have the suit fitted, but as this was a new one it had yet to be fitted at all. He had just loved the color, and as such bought it more on looks than comfort. His tailor was going to be coming by in a few hours though to make all the necessary changes, and Shen figured that getting Bolt fit for a suit or at least some nicer clothes could happen then as well. Shen had a thing for others in suits, and seeing Bolt in one once the dog looked less miserable... That hard-on he had tried to keep hidden in the locker room was coming back in full force as his mind stumbled onto that topic.

He had to try and push those thoughts aside though, as he finally reached the laundry room and went in to find his sole maid; a chubby female otter named Lidia. She was leaning against the washer, filing her nails and talking on the phone to some other fur in her native tongue. She barely even noticed Shen enter the room at first, but as the lion's bright, flashy mane and rather expensive attire caught her eye, she quickly let out a surprised cry and hung up as fast as she could; not before saying goodbye to her friend though. It looked as though Shen had interrupted something, and he simply chuckled lightly and waited for the otter to compose herself. "So sorry sir. My brother have some issues with police; I talk to sister about them."

"Whatever you say Lidia, I won't mind as long as you get everything else done around here. Is the place cleaned?" A twinge of annoyance came through Shen's voice, as he didn't like being jerked around. He spoke her language fluently, and knew full well that she had not been talking to her sister whatsoever; it had been her boyfriend. Her ears flattened a bit at the recognition of his tone, as she was new and didn't yet understand that the feline could get annoyed, but rarely was cold enough to fire others.

"Yes sir, of course."

"Good, please go get dinner started; and make it a large meal. We have a rather hungry guest and the tailor will be by, and will probably want to have something to eat as well." Shen's tone wasn't angry as he spoke, and the annoyance was gone. Lidia still looked slightly crushed though, and bowed her head to Shen rather low before speaking.

"Yes sir." She then turned to leave, moving as fast as her short legs would allow with her tail on the ground behind her.

"Oh, and Lidia?"

"Yes sir?" She stopped at the door, looking back over her shoulder at the feline through a pair of eyes that looked almost terrified. Shen didn't like that look, as she had no reason for it just yet; her job was still safe as far as he was concerned. Instead of saying that though, he simply sighed lightly before speaking.

"Don't lie to me about who you're talking to me; I know your boyfriend was on the other line and that he doesn't want to have to see your cub. I told you I don't mind if you use your phone, just don't do it while you need to be working. I won't ask again, alright?" The otter looked stunned, taking a moment to process what she had just heard. She didn't seem to be used to such leniency, as most employers of Shen's social standing were rather strict in making sure that their workers were near perfect.

"A-Alright sir. Thank you..." Lidia bowed again, even lower than before, before she turned and walked through the door out towards the kitchen.

"Don't mention it..." Shen muttered, chuckling to himself as she left, watching the door swing on its hinges for a moment before looking around the room for what he came for. It looked as though Lidia had simply been waiting on the dryer to finish on the clothes, which was a good thing when Shen thought about it, as it meant that most of laundry for the day was done, and thusly there would be plenty of clothes for Shen to pick from for Bolt. Something light would be best, as it would weigh less on the weakened wolf, and let the doctor get better access to examine him. It also gave Shen easier access to do anything later, which made the lion let out a low purr as he thought about all that entailed.

His mind was wandering again, and as Shen gathered up a loose pair of jeans and a light button-up shirt, he couldn't help but get a sly grin on his muzzle. He had a few rather... risqué pieces of lingerie around his home. Most were brightly colored, and getting Bolt into one of them was almost a necessity as far as Shen was concerned. A bright blue thong caught Shen's eye as this thought flashed through his mind, the coloring nearly identical to that of the wolf's eyes. The lion smirked to himself at that sight, taking a moment to look the piece of underwear over before he added it to the shirt and the jeans; that would be enough for Bolt.

Clothes in his arms, the suited lion left the laundry room the way he came and then started back to the gym. He was quietly humming to himself as his golden tail swayed from side to side behind his tight rear. His mind was fully lost in the maze of perversion he had been in since he brought Bolt home, only thinking about all that he was going to do too that canine. Some parts of him began to ponder what he would do with that canine as well, though those parts of his mind were rather quiet at first. He was still far too concerned about the arousal in his loins, and as such that was clouding any thoughts past taking full advantage of his new 'toy'. He felt like a kitten with a ball of yarn, only this yarn was going to be used to do a lot more.

The walk back to the gym was a quick one, and Shen made it in just under a minute. His pace was far quicker than it had been on the walk to the laundry room, thusly making the walk shorter and leaving him winded again. The time it took for him to get to the gym though reminded him of his home's size; it was a truly massive place, and anyone from outside the circle he was in saw no use for all that space. Shen saw it as a place that he could be left alone, and a place that he could do anything and everything that he ever wanted to do indoors. The lion had been brought up outdoors, and thusly had somewhat of an affinity for the open air, but was a house cat through and through thanks to the modern comforts. He hoped that Bolt would join him in that lifestyle, but at the same time dreaded it as it would change what had been property into something more; a thing he was still trying to avoid.

The feline stepped into the gum, a paw brushing along his main to straighten a few stray furs; Shen was a vain cat after all. He made sure that everything was fixed in one of the mirrors along the gym's walls before continuing on into the locker room, where he heard running water. He perked up his ears and smiled lightly to himself at that sound; Bolt was going to be wet and nude. Shen wanted to see that, but at the same time didn't want the German Shepard entirely aware that he was being watched, should he become bashful. Shen decided to sneak in because of that, carefully placing one paw in front of the other on the tile and making sure to arch his footpaws so that his claws would not click on the tiles beneath them. It took some effort to keep himself upright like that, but he managed fine and was able to get inside the small changing room without making a sound.

What he heard now that he was in though made his heart sink, and instantly pulled any thoughts banning Bolt from being more than a pet from his head. Sobs and cries of both pain and sadness reached Shen's ears; that poor canine was truly hurting. Shen kept his place for a moment, just out of sight of Bolt, as he pondered just what to do about the dog. He didn't want to leave him there, but marching in and comforting him sealed that Bolt was forever more than just his arm candy and fuck toy. The lion hadn't wanted to have to make that decision so soon; he needed more time to think, to decide if he even liked Bolt or not. His easy nature and very kind demeanor were making fighting the urge to scoop that pup up and hug him close nearly impossible to resist however. It was just impossible for Shen to decide what to do, and he leaned against the wall to think for a few moments more.

His kind heart inevitably won out; this was no business transaction, and Bolt was no object. Bolt was alive, and the same cold, unfeeling, and tactful Shen that most others saw wasn't allowed in his home unless he was on the phone or entertaining company. No, this was Shen being Shen, and he was going to comfort the newest member of his household even if it meant changing the role that member was going to fill. "Bolt?"

"Y-Yes?" The sobbing stopped immediately, and Shen could hear a sniffle and a faint whimper from his hiding spot. That was enough for him to peer in and look at the canine, who was wiping his eyes and nose off with the back of his arm as he stood in the shower. From the matted fur on his slightly round rear, it was clear he had been sitting and crying just a moment earlier. Shen said nothing of this, but instead put the clothes down that he had brought in for Bolt and began to take off his own. "Wh-What are y-"

"Stop talking and don't move." The tone Shen used sounded a lot harsher than he intended, and even he winced as he heard it leave his mouth. "Please," he muttered in a far kinder, sheepish voice. Bolt simply nodded and stood, his head hung as the water continued to rain down on him from the spigot above and wash over his entire body from head to tail. His tail sat still between his legs, his ears pressed to his head and his whole frame shrunken as much as it could while he waited. Shen noticed, but again said nothing as there was little that he could say to that; he wasn't going to try and comfort the wolf through words. Shen was horrible at trying to comfort others using words, so he instead just hastened his undressing. He was wearing a suit however, and hastening getting out of that would mean that he would wind up ruining it.

Bolt's gaze remained on the floor, a couple more faint whimpers and a sniffle coming from him. Shen sighed to himself as he heard this, loosening his tie and just tearing his shirt off. The true expensive part of his suit had been his blazer, and fighting with the buttons on the shirt beneath had been starting to aggravate him. He didn't bother with his pants, or even the tie, he just walked right on over to the shower as he tossed the ruined shirt aside and stood outside the stream of water. He could feel the hot liquid splashing onto his feet and ankles, getting the bottom of his pants wet fairly quickly. The feline didn't care about that though, he just looked down at a cowering Bolt for a long moment before saying anything. "Why were you crying?"

"I-I... I..." Bolt couldn't even get one word out, the tears just began flowing for him again as he trained his eyes back down on the ground then screwed them shut. Shen saw that and sighed once more, stepping into the falling water which was all around Bolt and wrapping both of his strong arms around the feeble canine. He made sure to do it gently; Bolt was injured after all. He wasn't going to just let the dog stand there and cry all alone though, espcecially not right in front of him. A hug was all that he could do though, so he just held onto the sobbing dog as tightly as he dare and stayed silent, not even trying to pet him for fear of hitting a bruise or a bone.

Bolt cried and cried, tears joining the warm water which washed down Shen's abdomen. The lion could feel the mutt shaking in his arms with disappointment, fear, and above all sadness. His grip didn't ever loosen though, as he drew himself closer to Bolt and just remained there for all the time the dog would need. Shen bowed his head and pushed his muzzle to the top of Bolt's after a moment of standing like that, wanting to try and get even closer to the mutt. Bolt's crying just got louder at that, and Shen thought he had done something wrong because of it. He backed off right away, returning to looking up through the raining shower water and just holding his body as close as he could to Bolt without injuring the broken canine. "Shhhhh..."

There the pair stood for nearly ten minutes, Bolt's tears flowing freely and his whole body shaking nearly the entire time. His cries eventually died down to sobs, the sniffles, then just heavy breaths as he tried to calm down. Shen had barely moved at all the entire time, only ever shifting to keep himself comfortable as he held onto Bolt. He heard the slowing sadness, and began to perk up because of it. He knew that it wasn't over in terms of Bolt feeling this sad, but for the moment it seemed that the storm had passed and he would be able to ascertain just what had made the poor canine so sad. Getting rid of it, or helping the canine to move past it so that he would have fewer moments like this... It was important to Shen. He hated seeing those he had more than a business connection with hurt; business folks hurting was just business. How he had even considered being so cold to Bolt when he first got the dog was beyond him; the dog was not business, so why treat him as such? He was not property either, as Shen was fast learning while he still gripped the canine in his arms... No, this little German Shepard was going to be a lot more than that to him too.

"Are you a little better now?" Shen inquired after a minute or so of silence, save for the water pattering down around the two.

"Y-Yes..." Bolt managed to feebly spit out, looking up at Shen through the water with red, sad eyes. The feline looked right into those eyes, and immediately felt his face moving before his brain had time to tell it otherwise. Closer and closer it moved, his lips pursing ever so slightly as they met Bolt's in a gentle kiss. The dog tasted of soap and tap water; neither of which Shen was particularly fond of. Bolt's wide eyes were catching much more of his attention though, as the canine looked to be in shock from the contact by Shen's muzzle. Shen's return expression was one of both understanding and care, two things which had been foreign to Bolt for so long that seeing them only heightened his shock. The poor dog started to feel weak in the knees as the kiss went on for more than a brief moment, though he made no movements whatsoever to shove Shen away.

Shen broke off after a moment, pulling back just enough so that he was no longer touching Bolt's lips, but could still feel that hot canid breath on his muzzle. Bolt's expression didn't change for a moment, shock still plastered all over his face. Shen began to worry again, but as his brow started to furrow Bolt's features began to soften up once again. The canine was coming down from being stunned into being happy, as his ears perked up just a tad and a faint swish of his tail gave away what was running through his mind. Shen barely noticed these things though; his focus was on the eyes which he had been looking into since Bolt had finally looked up from the ground. They were still red, but... It was as if something within the canine in his arms had finally taken a breath, and all the nervousness and fear and hatred and a myriad of other emotions which Shen had seen the second he took ownership of Bolt had evaporated into nothingness. That couldn't have made Shen happier, and as he looked down at the canine with a widening smile, he let that be known by tightening his hug just a little bit more.

"Oww..."

"Oh, sorry. Are you going to make it through the doctor checking you out without getting upset?" Shen asked, concern in his voice and nothing more. Bolt nodded faintly, not wanting to take his eyes off of Shen's. Shen shared that sentiment, almost following Bolt's nod to keep contact with those blue, bloodshot spheres. "I put your clothes over on that bench where I left mine, they will be good enough for now." Another nod from Bolt gave away that he understood. "As far as you are concerned, you are a one-night stand that I got a little too rowdy with, ok?" Yet another nod. "Good, so dry off and get changed.... Ugh, I have to do that too..." Shen sighed as he looked down at himself, his ruined tie and soaked pants the only things on. A red set of panties peeked over the rim of his pants; Shen had gotten his belt off before joining Bolt in the shower for those several minutes.

Shen then remembered that he was still holding Bolt in his arms, releasing the canine and smiling sheepishly again. Bolt barely broke out a feeble smile, scurrying off towards the towel and wrapping himself in it almost immediately. Shen turned around slowly, his tail lashing back and forth from side-to-side in the still-flowing water. His mind had begun to wander deviously again, and while part of him wanted to stop it... He knew that was going to be a fruitless endeavor. He and Bolt had just kissed for their very first time, the first of many he hoped, and it was... Unexpected, unplanned, but better than he could have hoped for. The feline was just lucky that the shower had started to turn cold nearly four minutes prior, as a warm shower would've prompted him to stay there, getting wet and lost in his perverse head about what else he was going to do to Bolt aside from kiss him awkwardly in the shower.

Shen sighed again, muttering something inaudible before placing a paw on handle for the shower and shut the water off. The feed of liquid nearly instantly slowed to a trickle, draining the last of the water from the pipe before just drips were left on the large showerhead. Shen hadn't moved out from under that though, and as the drops began to hit him one by one in the head, he turned to watch Bolt dry off. The canine was mostly done, just drying off his neck and chest a little better. It was a sight to see for him, the full front of the canine exposed and hanging in the open, and clean for the first time to boot. Not matted down, Bolt's fur was actually very full and thick, giving the canine a fluffy look as he continued to towel himself down. A good grooming looked to be in order though, as some of his scruff looked a little worse for wear, and long for that matter. His hair was no different, blue as the sky and yet utterly unkempt and shaggy. There was a certain charm to that though in Shen's mind, as he took in what bits of Bolt he cold around that towel which kept getting in the way of his visual molestation.

The feline knew he couldn't stand there and oogle Bolt all day though, and he started towards the dog with loud squishing and squelching noises. Water in his lined pants was making movement difficult, as it stiffened the fabric to the point that bending it was almost a challenge. This made Shen have to walk rather stiff-legged, and because of that he could've sworn a very faint smirk brushed its way across Bolt's face. Shen simply ignored the look though; no sense in chasing after what may have just been a shadow. He instead just stuck his head up a little bit in a show of arrogance and strode past the dried, yet nude canine towards his own locker. He would have to settle for going about in his gym attire for the time being, but he didn't mind that at all. Lose shorts and a black tank-top would be fine for the moment; he was at home, being presentable was the least of his worries.

Bolt, however, was going to be presentable at all times, whether he wanted to be or not. Shen saw no reason that the canine should be allowed to be unsightly; he was going to be eye candy after all. The lion also made a mental note to take the German Shepard out clothes shopping as soon as he could so that hand-me-downs would not be something that the dog wore. Granted, the size difference between Shen and Bolt didn't seem too large, but as Shen turned and watched Bolt slide up the blue under-garment, he saw that there still was one which needed to be addressed. The thong held on to the canine decently enough, but it looked too big nonetheless, in spite of that small, shapely rear and rather large package now stuck inside it. The underwear was a little too small for Shen though; and still too big for Bolt. Those pants fit Shen perfectly, but seeing that underwear on Bolt... He knew the canine was going to need a belt almost immediately.

"Bolt, come here." The lion stated flatly, looking at the back dog with lustful eyes. A very faint flushing of Bolt's cheeks could be seen by Shen, and the lion had to honestly try to keep a smirk from appearing on his face. He knew that he was commanding the dog rather roughly, but to keep Bolt in line for the time being, that was what it was going to take.

"Y-Yes sir..." Bolt quietly complied, shuffling over to the lion with the pants in his paw dragging on the floor behind him. He was back to being meek and quiet, looking right at the floor rather than up at his newfound 'master' in submissive fear. Shen could almost smell that fear, in spite of what had just happened, and a part of him resented it even more now. He still knew that it was going to take time to wean Bolt off of being treated as badly as he had been, but that time wasn't something Shen wanted to wait.

"You're going to need this with those pants. Dry it off before you put it on." Shen passed Bolt a belt, the one off of his wet pants to be specific, and then simply looked at the canine for a moment. The German Shepard took the belt, staring at it for a moment before nodding in thanks and shuffling back over to his towel and shirt, his tail between his legs as his slow steps propelled him along the tile. Shen sighed quietly as he watched, a twinge of guilt welling up in his midsection as he did so. He couldn't help but feel partially responsible for Bolt's current state, and yet he knew that he had nothing to do with it. He had hoped to help it if anything, and yet it didn't seem as though he had. A faint twitch of the canine's tail and the perked up ears on top of his head were at least somewhat of an improvement, but he still seemed as submissive and shy and depressed as when the lion had brought him home.

Nothing could be done though, so Shen just watched Bolt for a moment more before turning back to his changing 'locker' and sliding off his pants and boxers in one quick motion to leave him damp and nude. He then kicked the wet garments aside, pushing them just a little off to his right so that he could have free space to dry off, and not worry about slipping in the process. A towel was within his reach, and he pulled it out of his locker to use it to dry off all that he could. He gave special attention to his crotch, mane, and headfur, as he hated all three of those areas wet. That made drying off take a little longer, and arouse him somewhat with all of the play on his sheathe and sac, but he managed to get it done fairly quickly and tossed the towel down into the same heap as his pants and boxers at his feet.

Sufficiently dried, he pulled out his loose workout shorts and started to slide those on, hearing a clanging of metal on tile behind him. It sounded as though Bolt had dropped his belt, or was being rather clumsy while drying the thing off, but Shen wasn't facing him so he had no idea what was going on. He didn't very much care though; his usual attitude of indifference and laziness was really starting to kick in as fatigue and his fairly regular need to nap was starting to overwhelm parts of his mind. He needed his naps after all, and going without one for as long as he had was starting to wear on him. He would need to tough it out though, as the tailor was going to be arriving soon with a doctor soonafter. Shen was going to sleep very well tonight, he was certain of that... And with Bolt in the bed beside him it was going to be an eventful 'sleep' to say the very least.

A very light cough from behind him made Shen stop for a moment and turn around, shorts the only thing on his golden frame. Bolt stood behind him, cowering slightly and looking thoroughly embarrassed as he stood there. There was nothing that Shen could do but look on at the canine who was standing behind him, and nod his head in approval. The lion had picked out the proper clothes for the German Shepard, even if they were a little too large. That wasn't going to be a problem forever though, so instead of worrying about it Shen just looked at how the ensemble went with Bolt's looks. The chiseled features of the canine were only accented by the white shirt, which almost seemed to be a brilliant white thanks to the pitch-black fur coming out of the arm and neck holes as well as the black pants below. The contrast was nice, and made Bolt look somewhat sophisticated even if he was hardly that, as far as Shen knew at least. A loosened tie and that shirt unbuttoned... Bolt could be a model if he was cleaned up a lot more than a quick shower in a gym. "I-Is this ok...?"

"That's fine... Go out in the gym and take a look in the mirror to see for yourself." Shen's tone was a kind one, and that seemed to take Bolt by surprise yet again. The lion couldn't help but sigh softly as he saw that shocked look on the canine; it was going to bother him until it went away, and he knew it.

"O-Ok..." Bolt nodded faintly, looking around for a moment for an exit before he spotted it and quickly scurried over. He was silent, his steps careful and planned as there was a light limp to them. The doctor would need to look at his leg too apparently, as Shen made a mental note of that limp. It didn't seem as bad as the injuries to the canine's ribs, but it was there and it was an imperfection. "Wow..."

"You like those clothes?" Shen chuckled softly as he asked, tossing his shirt on quickly as he heard that and moving to join Bolt out in the main part of the gym. The large tank top slid over his arms and head in one quick motion, brushing his puffy mane and making it even more of a mess. Shen ignored it for the moment though, as he wanted to see the shocked canine's face for himself. He hurried out through the exit to make sure that he would at least have a chance to see it. He matted down his mane again as he left the locker room, making sure the fluffed up fuzz wasn't going to get into his muzzle or look too unkempt. He was home though, so he didn't bother looking into a mirror to make sure that he did a good job as he rounded the corner out into the gym.

He stopped as he saw Bolt, staring into the mirror like he had never seen his own reflection before. The canine was utterly mesmerized, and that look of confusion and wonderment on his face was one which Shen found to be priceless. He wanted to savor the moment with a camera, or a video, but he had neither one at his disposal at that time. He settled for it to just be preserved by his memory though, knowing it would happen again regardless as he had many more 'outfits' for the canine to try on. Some were considerably more lewd than the current one, but that wasn't something that mattered at the moment; the current set of attire was lewd enough for the lion to eye that German Shepard up and down multiple times with far more than a hint of lust in his eyes. He wanted that canine, and nearly needed that canine as he watched Bolt slowly spin to get a better look at himself in the many mirrors which surrounded him. That barely buttoned shirt, those ill-fitting pants which draped off his shapely, yet still rather small rear... It was all Shen had not to pounce, but both restraint and the sheer cuteness and innocence of the moment won out.

"I'll take that as a yes. They're yours now; they barely fit me anyways anymore." Bolt's eyes went wide as he heard that, his head whirling around to point at Shen. Shock was renewed on his face, as he looked utterly stunned by the sudden display of such kindness. It was as if he had expected nothing but whips and chains and bondage from being sold as he was, and yet when Shen thought about it for a few moments, he was fairly certain as to why that was. Most of the others that had been sold at that shop had met such a fate, and yet Shen saw no reason for it; it was worth neither the time nor the sacrifice of his morals to him. His reminder of what the best sex could be rang in his mind, and he simply padded over to the stunned black canine and gave him a gentle pat on the head. "I mean it, all yours. I should have some other outfits for you too around here somewhere, but those will do for now."

"I.. Uhm..." Bolt looked to almost panic for a moment as his mind reeled at what to do with the display of compassion. He looked to hesitate for a moment, then just grabbed at Shen in a very tight hug. The feline let out an 'oof' of both surprise and slight pain, as Bolt was far stronger than his lanky frame suggested. He did not say no to that hug though, and returned it, although far gentler. He knew that those broken ribs on Bolt would hurt far more if he hugged tightly, and didn't want to risk ruining the little moment that they were having. Bolt seemed to be ignoring that pain though, a large smile on his black muzzle as he just hugged against his new owner with such affection that it was almost stifling. Shen was the one beginning to panic now; not getting attached to this was going to be a lot harder than he had initially thought. That notion was starting to wane in his mind though, as becoming closer to Bolt was becoming a less and less frightening proposition. Shen did have no one but Lidia and Kyle in his life after all...

"Thank you sir..." Bolt's head hung again, his eyes trained right at the floor as he released Shen. The lion smiled faintly to himself for a moment, watching Bolt with a keen eye as the canine slowly backed away and brought his arms back down to his sides. Bolt almost looked as though he had thought to have done something wrong as he stood there. Shen was determined to convince the canine otherwise though, but not right at that moment. It would be a lesson over time that Shen would give to Bolt, that such shows were perfectly acceptable, and not things which one should be ashamed of.

"I can't use them anyways Bolt, think nothing of it. Now, you are dressed right?" The dog nodded, his gaze slowly rising to meet the lion's now that he was beginning to see that his new owner wasn't upset. "I need you to come with me so that we can make sure everything is in order for the doctor." Shen extended a paw towards Bolt, who hesitated for a moment before extending his own to meet it. Trepidation and fear filled his eyes as he look to Shen, but the lion's own eyes were filled with a warmth which made it hard for those feelings to really take hold in Bolt's mind. Shen knew this, and savored the small victory as he took that paw in his own, holding it gently before starting towards the door to the gym with Bolt in tow.

The pair walked out the door, then down a different hallway towards the rear of the mansion. Bolt's pace matched Shen's this time, step for step, not once pausing to peer into rooms filled with wonders the canine had no doubt never seen. Shen felt no tugs on his arm, and that was a good sign to him as he kept walking on along the corridor at a steady pace. Their destination was a few doors down from the gym, and took a very short time to reach; the guest bedroom. Shen pushed the door open with his foot; he maintained a very strict no-closed-doors policy in his home, meaning the door was never latched shut unless it was being used for... Private matters. "Go on in Bolt," Shen said as he stepped aside, releasing the canine's paw from his own and gesturing towards the room.

Bolt stepped through the door, still looking a touch fearful as he surveyed the room. It was rather nice, with a fireplace on one wall accompanied with a lounge chair and lamp beside it for reading. A scant few landscape paintings adorned the walls to break up the light tan pain on the walls. A sole chair and desk was off in one corner, both somewhat plain but usable nonetheless. The desk was positioned beside a vast picture window, which took up nearly half of the far wall and flooded the room with light. A large, king-sized bed sat on the wall to the right of the door, with a deep brown frame encasing it and a black quilt and white pillows resting it's neatly-made surface. The room was simple, yet elegant in a very subtle way which Shen had always liked; this was his favorite guest room after all. It was now going to be Bolt's favorite room too, after a few words left the lion's muzzle.

"This room is yours now for as long as you are with me."

Bolt ears perked up and he whirled around to Shen, his eyes wide as dinner plates and his muzzle gaping with shock. "Did I..."

"Yes Bolt, you heard me correctly. This is where you will sleep, when you are not sleeping with me of course."

"I... I..." Tears began to well in the canine's eyes again, as a myriad of emotions flew over the canvas of his face. Gratitdue, happiness, shock... It was like watching a play unfold right in front of one's eyes looking at Bolt's face. Shen simply smiled, padding over to the lounge chair beside the fireplace and sitting down in it with a light sigh. Bolt's eyes followed him every step of the way, tears now flowing from them as his face seemed to settle on disbelief and gratitude. Shen saw this, and could only imagine what was running through that canine's mind. This was hardly turning out as he had expected, let alone how that poor German Shepard in front of him had expected things. There was no cage in the room, no locks on the doors, no cuffs in obvious places; Shen had not deposited Bolt into a prison, which the lion was sure the mutt expected.

Shen's train of thought was interrupted by a light cough from the choked up canine still standing in shock in front of him. Shen beckoned the canine over, who approached slowly with his head hung and his eyes trained at the ground. "I take it this is enough Bolt?" The German Shepard nodded vigorously, to the point that a few tears and a small amount of mucus went flying from his tear-stained face. The lion chuckled at this, the display only making the canine look cuter. "Now, in return..." Shen paused, as he felt a rather big itch in his loins; what he was saying could wait just a moment. All the arousal earlier had gotten him very jostled up in his boxers, and going commando in gym shorts hadn't helped matters. One paw went immediately to scratch that itch, as the other sat on his flat stomach and idly rested there. He stayed paused for a long moment, the paw in his boxers adjusting himself and tending to that itch with a couple of very ginger claws. He was about to continue when he saw Bolt do one final snivel and come closer, which made Shen raise a curious eyebrow.

Bolt approached more, dropping to his knees in front of his master as he wiped the tears from his face. The canine's paws went from his face to the lion's covered crotch as soon as they took care of that, resting atop the feline's paw which was already touching the bare prize within. Bolt looked up at Shen with a very meek smile and a nod, to which Shen only arched an eyebrow for a moment before understanding just what the canine was after. Bolt had utterly misunderstood the feline's intentions, but Shen was going to have to test how much the canine knew sooner or later, and he was feeling pent up at that moment... So Shen just went with the confusion and gave a small nod after a moment.

Bolt's gaze left the feline's the second that happened, his attention turning straight to those shorts. He put both paws careful around the waistband, stretching it for a moment before pulling it slowly down. Shen was resting on the back, and Bolt seemed to know this as he hiked them down inch by inch to slowly, subtly, get them out from beneath the lion. Shen was already impressed by such skill, as he was far too used to aggression when it came to getting clothing off. Bolt seemed to be almost using that as foreplay though, which helped to feed into the arousal which was already building in Shen's groin. His sheathed length twitched, and the head peeked out just barely from inside its casing. The German Shepard caught this, as the feline's pride was exposed already, and gave a light murr of approval as his eyes saw it.

It took another minute or so of sliding and tugging to get those shorts off Shen, but the mutt did it quite handily and placed them down beside the lounge chair. He wasted no time with that either, as the moment those shorts were free of his paws, those two appendages descended on the feline's sac and sheathe. The muzzle above them came just as fast, latching onto the inch or so of exposed cock just above those things and teasing it with teeth and tongue as only a true expert could. The sudden show made Shen squeal and squirm in shock; he was far from expecting such aggressive and prodigious attention. His legs splayed and kicked lightly for a moment before he settled back down, his tail lashing around behind him as his ears flattened to his head. He was utter putty after just a mere moment in the paws of Bolt, and the canine seemed to know it as he worked his strong, yet gentle digits over every inch of the balls they cradled and the sheathe they stroked. His muzzle was working just as hard too, licking and suckling and teasing every square millimeter of lion meat that could fit into it, which at this point was the whole thing.

Shen was quick to rise though, the work at his groin getting him solid after a scant few minutes of fondling, groping, licking, and nibbling. Bolt had changed tactics a few times, switching to use just one paw as less and less sheathe was available to use. He also put a paw on jerking off Shen while his muzzle nibbled around the base of that cock incredibly lightly, to just barely tease the incredibly sensitive flesh right there. He always returned to one paw on the sac and muzzle on the cock though, rubbing and teasing them mercilessly. It hadn't taken long for musky scents of arousal to fill the canine's nose, which set his tail wagging rapidly behind his small rear. The lion also smelled the arousal, though it was mixed with Bolt's in his nose, and he only smirked to himself faintly at this sign. He wasn't the only one enjoying that moment, and that bode well for that night. The well and true talent between his legs also gave any future romps real promise, and upon thinking that Shen got all the more aroused, bucking lightly at Bolt's muzzle and paw.

Bolt took this in stride, backing up so as not to gag on the cock which was now pushing against the back of his throat. The lion had a rather large length, and it was bottoming out in the mutt's maw who was fast debating whether or not to deep-throat it, or simply tease at what he could and use his paws to his advantage. Going with the latter option, Bolt's muzzle left the now-slick length and went to sucking and teasing at the balls beneath it. A free paw stroked at just the tip of that length above his head, which rested heavily on his cheek as it pulsed with lust. The feline was as stiff as a board at this point, his panting breaths and faint bucks into the air and the mutt's paw a sign of how close to release he was. He had lasted quite long for how pent up he was, and how expertly Bolt's teasings had been. He wasn't going to make it much longer though, and as pre began to leak from the head of his cock into the paw on that head, Bolt knew this.

The dog latched his muzzle on that cockhead to lap up the pre of his master, taking extra care to tease over that head with his rough tongue. This pleasured Shen into a deep, rolling moan of ecstasy, which lasted for a long moment as his back arched just a bit away from the chair he was slumped in. His eyes hadn't opened in minutes, his muzzle hadn't closed in about the same amount of time, and the only sounds he had made since Bolt had latched onto his groin and not left it for an instant were a cacophony of moans, purrs, groans, and pants. It was a wonder to both him and the mutt why he had not gone off yet, but another gob of pre spilled out from his pulsing cock and gave away just how close he was. Bolt smiled inwardly at this, backing his muzzle off just a little from the head of that cock and stroking it with his paw now, as the other went back to work on the sac below. Both appendages were decimating the flesh beneath them with their skillful strokes, rubs, and faint squeezes. That was enough too, as within seconds of that switch, a great roar burst from Shen's muzzle as his back arched nearly all the way forward, and he went off.

Thick, ropey strands of seed spewed out from the head of his cock in droves, all going straight onto the canine in front of him on his face, chest, and arms. Spurt after spurt of seed pumped out of that cock in the mutt's paws, each making the length spasm hard enough to jerk that paw around. Shen was impressively endowed, and his load was not a let-down to this either, as he shot out quite the release for a long moment all over Bolt. It died down after a moment though, the last few twitches of his throbbing length sending out nary a dribble of the white cream. As that happened, Shen lay back down in the chair, panting hard as his arms fell to his sides and his chest heaved up and down. His pulse was still racing, giving him a bit of a cold-sweat which lightly dampened his fur. His cock still lack perpendicular to his frame, still rock-hard and coated in saliva and cum. The arousal which had taken him that far was still coursing through his veins as much as blood, but it was waning into the lethargy-inducing afterglow which came from such an experience. Shen wanted nothing more than to bask in this afterglow too, so that he did as he caught his breath and calmed himself down.

Bolt was barely better, lightly panting to himself as he too was covered in a light layer of sweat. Cum was more of his concern though, as his new shirt was covered in the sticky substance, as well as his face and parts of his arms. He wasn't as concerned with that though; he wanted to clean his master up before worrying about himself. So he did just that, his muzzle clamping down on the slowly-softening length belonging to Shen and giving it one long, deep suck. He took the whole thing that time, deep-throating it without even preparation, before slowly sliding it out and getting every drop of cum off it. This elicited a deep moan from Shen, who squirmed just a hint under that muzzle. He did not protest however, and settled back into calming down and regaining his composure. Bolt focused on that for himself too, as he now had quite the boner in his pants and needed to calm that before he could worry about cleaning himself up. There would be a lot to clean too, another shower would probably need to happen, as well as washing his one and only outfit...

"Where did you learn all that shep?" Shen purred, his voice a whole octave deeper as the lethargy of the afterglow had really hit him hard. A very faint African accent had also wormed its way into his words, giving a hint that the feline was not native to the area. The canine got off his train of thought and paused for a moment, needing to start a whole new one in order to answer.

"I don't remember.." Bolt's voice shook slightly as he answered. The answer was blatantly a lie, but judging from how much quaking had been in the canine's voice as he had given that answer, Shen figured pursuing an answer wouldn't be good right then. Instead, the feline just sat up with a deep grunt and looked down at Bolt from his position above the seed-splattered German Shepard. He looked the canine over for a long moment, eyes studying everything there was to see about the lithe beast as if he hadn't seen him ever before. Bolt's gaze quickly went to the floor as he saw this, his shame coming through in droves which made Shen feel almost guilty for studying him like that. Almost.

"We need to get cleaned up, and new clothes... " Shen said, examining himself for a moment, as well as Bolt. Bolt nodded feebly in agreement, looking over Shen as well with the faintest hint of lust in his eyes. Shen was a bit taken aback by that sight, but made sure to not show it in his face; he hadn't expected that from Bolt at all. The canine was apparently starting to become comfortable, if not in his own little way, so it was a good thing as far as Shen was concerned. "Now, the bathroom... " With a grunt, Shen stood up and extended a paw down to Bolt. The mutt took it, hoisted up by Shen in an instant. He stood beside the feline for a long moment, just swaying on his feet as he regained feeling in his feet; the awkward positions he had needed to be in had made sure his feet had gone numb. The mutt didn't mind though, and instead just held onto Shen's paw for stability for the time being. Shen smiled inwardly at the cute little act, then started towards the bathroom which was attached to the room.

Once inside, he removed his shirt and then helped Bolt remove his. As expertly as Bolt could tease the lion's pride, the canine apparently was ill-equipped when it came to dealing with buttons, and as such couldn't do it quite on his own. Shen's help made that task a lot quicker than it would have been if left to Bolt alone, and as such the two were nude after a matter of moments with Bolt's pants all but falling off as soon as the belt was loosened, accompanied by the thong which was only just hanging on. Shen smirked as he looked Bolt over once more before firing up the shower, the water warming up to a pleasant temperature almost immediately. The feline stepped in first, beckoning Bolt to follow him into the small enclosure so that they could both get cleaned in their quicker, and more sensually. Of course, Bolt hesitated for a brief moment before joining Shen, but quickly figured out what to do as he was handed a loofa and Shen turned away from him. This wasn't going to be a shower for fun; the feline just wanted to be cleaned and get out and go on with things.