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“... You went to the store today. I remember you telling me last night that you needed a new binder.” They commented, using their arms to gently pull the male closer to their frame. This was his means of offering a hug, without being forced to offer the tight embrace that was sure to offer a substantial amount of pain. This was a being known for his humane ways. There was no describing how rare it was for him to be reduced to that of an aggressive beast, because he only ever did so in order to defend others. This being, docile and eager to draw smiles to the faces of others, was his master. A master whom he held high levels of respect and admiration for, as well as a great deal of affection. As such, his guilt was the result of knowing that he had forced a frown onto the face of such a loving creature.
“Someone found out, right? That you’re trans... Where we’re you when they caught you?” The being continued to push for a conversation. Anything would be suitable, even if it were only a one word reply. They just needed to hear the voice of their proxy. To be assured that the damage - lasting or not - would not leave them crippled. Overrun with his guilt, the male began to hyperventilate as he began to bawl his eyes out. The guilt was unbearable.

“B-bathroom...” He sobbed, his jagged breathing causing him to stammer as he forced the word past his lips. He hated this. He hated the entire situation. The feelings of weakness. His intense, crippling, self-loathing. The agony and humiliation that had taken to clinging to him come the aftermath of every beating. Above all else, he hated the guilt. The sight of the devastated frown that had replaced the usually cheerful and friendly smile of his master was more than he could withstand. As such, he had no genuine means of keeping the agony to himself once the creature began to question him. A loud wail burst past him as he felt the being pull him closer - if that were even possible, given their surprisingly intense intimate contact. He heard a startled noise escape the being. One that indicated his utmost horror at the idea of him having been beaten up in the stall of a bathroom.

“Pier, please. Tell me what happened?” The being requested, their voice as soft and desperate as that of a parent. As if they were taking on the role of the mother, who sought to only know what was wrong with their child, so that they could help them through these difficult times. Such was just a natural aspect of this creature’s personality. Something that humans could stand to try and mimic. Hiccuping, the male took a series of deep breaths to try and calm himself.

“I w-went to the store for a n-new binder.” The male - Pier - began his explanation once he had calmed down enough to talk. He had finally stopped crying, if only for the time being. Albeit, he knew that he would likely be reduced to tears by the time he finished his story. The shame that had been anchored into his spirit would be more than enough to see to that.
“I looked a-around, but, they didn’t have any binders... I asked a clerk, who t-told me that the shipment hadn’t come in yet. So I w-went to the food court, and had lunch. I guess that a guy had heard me ask about the b-binders, and so he called his friends...” His emotions steadily began to get the better of him as he went on to tell his story. The memories of what he had endured having taken to overpowering the slight amount of calm that he had managed to obtain. This as astonishingly difficult for him. Despite knowing how foolish it was for him to believe this, he felt as though his master might grow to hate him as a result of what they were being told. Why wouldn’t they, after all? He was a misaligned, pathetic, poor example of a man. Or at least, that was what society had made him out to be. He could only hope that the being was as loyal to him as he was to them. Such was a feat that was difficult for him to perform.
“I don’t know h-how long they were following me... Probably for a while, but.. Th-they cornered me in the bathroom. Caught me in the stall...” He hesitated for a moment, unwilling to describe what had been done to him past that point. The tears had returned at this point. Fear was back as well, and this time, it revolved around how his beloved master might view him as a result of this.
“I... I don’t need to explain the rest, do I?...” Pier asked quietly, the timid note to his voice making it clear how painfully uncomfortable this entire situation had made him. At this, the larger creature went on to gently run their hand along the male’s arm in what they hoped would be a comforting manner.

“No, Pier... You don’t need to talk about that. I can make some guesses based on how you look...” The creature commented in turn, taking to sitting up so that they could peer down at their proxy. Seeming to be distracted, they went on to carefully examine the various scrapes and bruises that lined the male’s body. Albeit, upon spotting the damage done to his breasts, the being seemed to grow painfully aware of the fact that some of these injuries were the result of self-mutilation. Sighing, the being shifted so that they could make Pier roll onto their back, seeking to inspect the damage that the male had done to his breasts.
“What happened here?” The being inquired, despite being well aware of the obvious self-harm. From their assumption, Pier had suffered a small mental breakdown, and had hence, taken out his frustration on his female anatomy. Needless to say, the male in question adorned an expression of shame. Pier adverted his gaze, taking to looking anywhere but at his master, before he crossed his arms in order to hide his maimed breasts.

“I was upset.” Came the brash response of the proxy. His voice, quiet as it was, portrayed a dark reality that most would prefer to overlook. That reality being that people who were distressed, did not self-harm in hopes of seeking attention. They maimed themselves as a means of releasing pent up frustration. To create physical pain in place of the heavy, emotional agonies that plagued their minds. It was when people caught on to things that the behavior was dubbed as attention seeking. A disappointed sound escaped the being as they shifted somewhat, seeking to peer down at their young proxy. The sound, being something that Pier was unaccustomed to hearing, was more than enough to draw his attention away from the wall. He took from watching the porcelain surface of the tub, to awkwardly examining the expression of his master. Needless to say, he fell into a captivated state of mind.

The intense gaze of the enormous creature was more than enough to freeze him where he lay. The sight of the water cascading onto their still fully clothed body, only to be repelled by what seemed to be a waxy shield. The fluid would hit their pale frame, but roll away and leave their skin dry. He had no means of grasping at how the being was able to repel water in such a way, but such was just another way that his master had proven to be an awe inspiring creature. Large, black eyes remained locked on his frame, seeming to study him for the longest time. Eventually, the being adverted their gaze - snapping Pier out of his trance as they did so. Seeming to be startled, the male shifted, only to wince as his body gave him a painful reminder as to how badly damaged he was. A long, slender limb reached out to twist the knobs that controlled the activity of the water, turning the shower off after only a few seconds.

This would be when the proxy became acutely aware of the chills that had overtaken his frame. Apparently the water had gone cold somewhere along the lines, and he had been so caught up in his emotional affairs that the change in temperature had gone unnoticed. Trembling, the male attempted to shift so that he could sit up, only to find that the mixture of discomforts rendered him incapable of doing so. He was left alone to shiver for a moment or so while the larger being climbed out of the tub. When they returned, a large towel was held within their grasp. Pier struggled to sit up enough to cling to his master’s arm when they reached down to retrieve him. He was a child in comparison to them when it came to height, and as such, it came as no surprise that he was lifted up and cradled in such a passive manner. The creature, aware of their size and strength, put a great effort into remaining gentle while they handled their wounded proxy.

Chilled to the bone, Pier did what he could to seek out warmth. Between the towel that was wrapped around his wet frame, and the solid body which now held him, he was sure to find comfort at some point. He continued to shake even as he was carried out of the bathroom, and into his place of rest. Somewhat surprised to find that a towel had been lain upon his bed, he resumed the foolish act of chewing on his lip as the tall being went on to carefully place him upon it. He was left like that for a moment, but watched over, while he attempted to dry himself off. As it were, his injuries proved to be enough to prevent him from properly performing such a simple task. His broken finger being what caused most of the issue. Having easily noticed this, the taller creature stepped in to help their proxy dry off. On top of that, they made sure to set the broken joints in order to prevent Pier’s finger from being left deformed.

This, would be the most painful thing that the male had been forced to endure at the hands of his master. In a physical sense, that is. The being, having already been aware of the broken extremity, spent a short time preparing a splint. Prior to putting said splint in its proper place, the being was forced to adjust the broken bones of Pier’s broken finger so that they could heal in the right position. A soft whine escaped the male as the pain of this struck him, having not been emotionally prepared for this. Only after having his hand taken care of, did the proxy cease his trembling. Be it because he had finally warmed up, or because his body had simply gotten to the point where such frequent movements were to much of a hassle, he did not know or care. Such was just another example of where the small details were of no importance to him. He had stopped shaking, and that was all that he cared about.

Once they had made sure to tend to his finger, the being went on to help Pier dry off. They carefully took the towel off of the male’s body in order to use it as a means of wiping the water out of his hair and off of his skin. The creature was firm, and gentle in his actions. Knowing that the various injuries needed to be kept clean and dry so as to allow for optimal healing. In comparison to how he was being taken care of, Pier felt like a pet. As though he were a badly wounded animal, who needed high levels of hands on care in order to thrive. The idea of this, legitimately made him sad. He disliked feeling weak, or like a burden. The unease must have been portrayed in his expression, given that come the end of the toweling session, he felt a large hand press against the top of his head. Initially flinching due to a memory from earlier in the day, he eventually shifted to lean into the contact.

There was a sense of safety that came with being handled by his master. The being was, in a sense of the word, a large and protective security blanket. Or - even though he hated the accuracy of this comparison - a gentle guard dog. Now feeling much calmer than he had only a few hours ago, it came as no surprise that the exhaustion was able to overtake him. The urge to lie down was rest was there, and it was somewhat overpowering. Yawning, he began to lean against his master in a somewhat child-like manner, simply seeking rest. Before long, the elder creature went on to help their proxy settle into bed. They pulled back the blankets and did their best to get Pier settled atop the mattress. Although in the process they were unable to keep from reawakening the pain caused by disturbing the various bruises that lined his skin. Once they had their proxy tucked into bed, the being made a move so leave.

Only for their hand to be desperately grasped by the wounded male, who was surprisingly reluctant to be left alone. Peering down at the male, the being seemed to adorn a look of confusion, before they sighed and proceeded to kneel at the side of the bed. Staying quiet, they went on to reach out so that they could drag their fingers through Pier’s hair in what they hoped would be a comforting manner. There was no surprise evident in either of their features when the proxy made the bold move of grabbing their master’s hand, so that they could bring it to their cheek. The male nuzzled the palm of the creature’s hand, seeking out a more direct form of comfort. Unintentionally returning to a more shy side of his personality, he cast his master a pleading look. One which implied all that he desired. Seeming to understand this, and clearly harboring no protest, the being proceeded to climb into bed with their proxy. They could spend the night together.

The first light of day brought with it an uncomfortable state of awakening. Pier, unwilling to be roused, attempted to curl up beneath the covers in hopes of avoiding the intruding glow. Albeit, in doing this, he reawakened his once numb wounds. The ache triggered by this was more than enough to remind him of the fact that, given his current state, sleep would not be something easy to come by. No matter how exhausted he legitimately felt. Still unwilling to get up - more so now because of his pain and rather than because he wished to continue with his slumber - the proxy released and whine and attempted to fall still. His hopes were that the agony would fade should he simply stop moving. A habit that had once worked when his body still underwent the monthly cramps and bloating of premenstrual syndrome. However, there proved to be a number of important distinctions between this pain, and the pain caused by the female curse.

One being that these were no simple cramps. They were heavy aches and spasms caused by strenuous muscle damage. As such, the chances of the pain becoming less present as a result of inactivity, were slim. So slim that it may as well have been non-existent. Groaning and whining, the male went on to force himself into a sitting position. Taking to leaning against the headboard, he attempted to rub the sleep out of his eyes. This wound up taking a little while, given that his eyelids felt incredibly heavy. The amount of guck that had built up at the corners of his eyes didn’t help much either, especially since the nasty substance proved to be difficult to remove. The yellow tar had somehow successfully taken hold of a good portion of his lower eyelashes, making removal as irritating as it was slightly painful. Once he succeeded to tending to this issue, Pier sighed and went on to idly look around his room.

He was bored, to say the least. Well aware of the fact that he wouldn’t be very active for the next week or so, depending on how long it took for him to heal. Worst case scenario, he was going to be spending the next five to ten days sitting in bed, waiting for his wounds to fade. Such was not something that he looked forward to, given that he was a fairly active young man. The idea of being put under house arrest, so to speak, was far from appealing to him. Only after spending a short time awake, did he succeed in taking notice to one fairly important detail. His master was nowhere to be found. Somewhat confused by their absence, he began to bite at the skin of his lip as his mind began to wonder. The being wasn’t exactly prone to disappearing after partaking in their nightly activities. Had he done something wrong? Did the being feel guilty about what they had done together?

There as absolutely no real reason for the creature to have felt the need to vacate the scene. Concerned, Pier began to try and slip out of his bed. He felt the need to get up so that he could go and find his master. He just wanted to talk to them. To assure them that there were no issues revolving around how the two of them had behaved the night before. No reason for guilt. In fact, he was grateful for the affection. Such had been an ideal means of reminding him that there was nothing wrong with him, or with his body. He was Pier. A man, no matter what his biological anatomy was. Last night had been more than enough to remind him of how important it was to remember this. Especially after incidents as brutal as the one he had been put through. Albeit, before he could succeed in slinking off of the mattress, he heard the tell-tale click of his bedroom door opening. Naturally, that collected his attention.

“Master Splendor?...” Pier called out shyly, seeming to be anxious. Technically, he was well past the stage of anxiety. He was past paranoid, and full on scared. He was afraid that he had somehow made the elder being mad at him. A feat that, in reality, would have been very difficult to perform. This being - Splendorman as he was called - was known for being a playful and cheerful creature. One that was always eager to play, and comfort those who were feeling depressed. So, should anyone succeed in making them angry, then said person would have performed a very rare - very unfortunate - feat. One that may or may not go on to cost that person their life. Seeming to hum, the creature stepped completely into the room, showing off the tray of food that they had apparently been balancing on one arm. That, explained a few things. A few very important things.

“What’s wrong, Pier?.. Do you need something for the pain?” Splendorman inquired cautiously, a slight note of fear clearly evident in their tone of voice. They went on to make their way over to the proxy, immediately placing a hand against his head in order to check for any symptoms of a fever. Upon finding none, they let out an audible sigh of relief. Clearly they were highly concerned about the well-being of their proxy. Such was why they had gone out of their way to prepare a nutritious meal, as well as to retrieve a small variety of medicative ointments. Offering a slight sigh of his own, the male went on to lean against his master’s hand somewhat, enjoying the gentle contact.

“No, sir... I think I can manage.” Pier commented, before wincing as he shifted so that he could climb fully into bed. Forcing his legs to straighten as he pressed his back against the wall, he did was he could to flatten his lap so that he could accept his food. He could only hope that the creature woudn’t try to hand feed him. Yes, he was wounded, but he could still feed himself. He wasn’t an infant. Not by a long shot. As if sensing this thought, the being seemed to laugh as they carefully set the tray of food on top of Pier’s lap.

“Alright, then. But I’ll be leaving these on your nightstand, in case you change your mind.” Splendorman stated as they retrieved the various ointments, lifting them off of the try so that they could set them atop the nearby nightstand. Afterwards, as if feeling that the miniature dresser was to far away from the bed, they pulled it closer. This was clearly done to ensure that Pier could reach the ointments without having to lean over. Something that would likely prevent him from falling out of the bed and hurting himself.
“In the meantime, its time for you to eat.” They stated, removing a napkin full of silverware from their sleeve. Either as a magic trick, or because they had purposely stored them there in order to prevent them from being lost during transport. They had soiled many a spoon by making the mistake of leaving them atop the tray while it was being carried. They placed the rolled bundle of silverware atop the tray with a bit of a hum, seeming to be in a relatively good mood.
“Egg-white omelette with white cheddar. Honeyed ham. Apples.” The being stated as they pointed to the various food object that were present atop the plate. They didn’t bother to name the drink that had been provided for Pier, given that it was clearly a glass of milk. Offering a faint smile, the male began to eat. Albeit, he did so rather awkwardly. This was partially thanks to the fact that it was difficult for him to grasp his tableware when one of his fingers was in a splint, and, also because he wasn’t fond of having others watch him eat. Even so, he did what he could to tolerate the discomfort that came with being observed. Naturally, he wasn’t exactly able to put up with the prolonged staring for long. Eventually clearing his throat and offering a pleading look, he watched as the being tilted their head in a confused manner. Less than five seconds later, Splendorman seemed to catch on to the issue.

As such, they offered an apologetic laugh, before sneaking out the door so that they could let their proxy dine in peace. Grateful for this, Pier resumed his eating with a renewed vigor, now having realized that it had been around eighteen plus hours since he had last enjoyed a meal. Longer than that, if one decided not to consider a soft pretzel and a slice of pizza, a meal. Another place where distinctions made little difference when it came to shifting his thoughts. Food was food, and as long as it was considered more than a snack, he assumed that it was a meal. Even if it only consisted of consuming a large amount of one food item. Regardless, he was pretty quick when it came to finishing off his breakfast. Hunger, paired with him being a slight glutton, made sure of that. Slight glutton being a key phrase. He was a good eater, but when it came down to things, he didn’t overeat. He just tended to eat fairly quick.

Once he was done eating, Pier remained silent while he waited for his master to return. He knew that the being would return before long, given that they likely hadn’t gone very far in the first place. Splendorman was a highly attentive creature, especially when it came to those who were wounded. As expected, the creature awkwardly poked their head into the room a few minutes after the male had finished eating. Upon doing so, they offered a curious hum, seeking to know whether or not it was alright for him to step inside completely.

“I’ve finished eating, sir.” Pier called out softly, knowing that his statement would be more than enough to coax the being into the room with him. At this, he heard a fairly amusing noise, prior to watching as his master more or less skipped into the room.

“Did you enjoy your food~?” Splendorman inquired in a chipper manner, clearly seeming to be in a good mood. Were they glad to find that their proxy seemed to be feeling better? Or, were they simply in high spirits as a result of knowing that they seemed capable of taking proper care of Pier? No matter. The creature was known for their naturally joyous and energetic behavior. Maybe now that the proxy seemed to be feeling better, the being had been able to relax enough to fall back into their natural demeanor. Offering a content hum, the male idly rubbed his abdomen as a means of better portraying how content he felt after his meal.

“Yes, I did. It was delicious, as always~” Pier mused, pushing the tray towards the being as they made their way over to him. Offering a playful and child-like noise, Splendorman retrieved the tray, using their extensive reach to do so while standing in the doorway.

“Good~ Good.” Splendorman mused happily, shifting so that they could balance the tray directly on their forearm. They used the fingers on that hand to continue to hold onto the edge of the tray as they did this, simply to prevent any unwanted accidents.
“Now, please excuse me for a few minutes. I must clean these.” The being stated, offering a slight bow before they turned around so that they could hop out the bedroom door. Well, at least from where Pier sat, it looked as though his master had done that. There really was no way of knowing for sure, given how unusual the being could act. Sometimes, Splendorman was more like an overgrown child than he was some mystical being who could use magic. Now alone, Pier was left to sort through any of his personal thoughts. His injuries seemed to be less painful now that he had been given the chance to rest, which was something that he could be grateful for. He was still sore beyond compare, but, he could probably get up and go to the bathroom should he feel the need to do so. In fact, he did. Namely because he had failed to clean up a certain mess created by his time spent with Splendorman the night before.

Unwilling to call out to and disturb the being, the male went on to inch his way out of his bed so that he could get up. This took him a few minutes, given how difficult it was for him to bend his sore legs. Even so, once he managed to successfully stand up, he was able to make his way over to the door without much issue. Yes, he still suffered from a bit of a limp - but at least he could walk without needed to use surrounding walls and doors as a means of balance. For that, he could be grateful. Taking his time, Pier managed to make it to the bathroom after only a couple of minutes. His legs ached as a result of this, and he knew that he would be exhausted by the time he made it back to bed, but he didn’t care. He needed to get cleaned up. Once in the bathroom, the male made his way over to the tub, and climbed inside so that he could sit on the built in chair that was present.

He sat there for a moment, seeking to catch his breath, before he stood so that he could try and retrieve the shower-head. This was what proved to be the most difficult task, given that he was forced to reach above his head. Lack of proper hand mobility made pulling down the shower-head a hassle, but after some time, he did succeed. Upon doing so, he turned on the water and waited for the heat to become present. He dared not start to clean himself until after he could see the steam rising from the cascading water, and then, he welcomed the intense sting of the hot fluids. He scrubbed his skin, seeking to wash away the sticky substances that had overtaken the surface of his frame. He made sure to clean the various other areas of his body that had gotten rather, sticky, given that he would rather not risk any unwanted issues. Testosterone therapy could only prevent so much, he assumed.

Especially when the genetic material of a non-human being was taken into account. He wasn’t ready to be a parent, and, as of right now he was unsure as to whether or not he wanted to act as the incubator. So, until then, it was better safe than sorry. Cleaning some areas took longer than others, given that he was forced to twist his body in weird ways. No matter. He just wanted to be clean, and this was the only way for him to do it. Once he was pretty sure that his body was clean, the male turned off the water so that he could step out of the tub. Nearly slipping thanks to his wet feet, Pier was forced to cling to the shower door for a moment while he yanked a towel off of the rack. After drying off his feet, he was able to take his time and make his way over to the toilet, where he sat down. Not for the sake of going to the bathroom, but simply because he needed to sit in order to dry off without falling over.

After taking some time to dry off, the male wrapped the towel around his torso so that he could at least portray some modesty during his trip back to his room. However, upon stepping within the line of the mirror, he paused. Feeling a familiar urge peg at him, the male opened his towel so that he could give his body a tentative look over. The bruises were darker now than they had been the night before. Purple and green, with blue nuances here and there. They were, ugly, to say the least. The nastiest of which took on the distinct shape of a handprint, given that someone had indeed latched on to his shoulder at some point. Various other scrapes and such were still present, although they clearly looked better in comparison to the way that they did the night before. Eventually, his attention was drawn to his breasts. To the various, nasty looking cuts that he had inflicted upon himself in the midst of his meltdown.

They looked disgusting. Not just the markings, but the soft masses of flesh themselves. He still couldn’t help but hate them. He couldn’t keep from despising the overall state of his anatomy - and surprisingly enough, he was okay with that. Odds were that he would always have something about his body that he would utterly despise. Even if he somehow found a means of getting his anatomy the way he wanted, he would still be able to find something to hate. There was just no changing that, and in the long run, that was okay. At ease with this notion, he covered himself up, before he proceeded to make his way to his room. Upon stepping through the door, he jumped, having forgotten that his master was likely to have been there. To think that Splendorman had somehow succeeded in accidentally scared him. Not badly, but enough for him to have openly made a fool out of himself. Oh well, at least the being was startled somewhat in turn.

“Oh! Goodness, Pier. You gave me a fright.” Splendorman mused, stepping towards their proxy in order to help them into bed. They honestly seemed amused by the fact that they had just gotten scared over something so simple. Oh well, no harm done. Just a minor fright.
“Anyways, here. Sit down, I have something for you.” The being stated as they helped their son take a seat atop the edge of the mattress. This, naturally, earned a curious look from the proxy. Seeming to cough anxiously, the being went on to remove a piece of soft brown fabric from the interior of their pocket.
“Listen... I know its poor timing, given what happened yesterday, but.. I actually went out and got you a new binder. I don’t think that its the right color, but, I’m positive that its the right size. I used your old one as an example, then went a little smaller. You wanted that, right?” Splendorman inquired as they offered the piece of fabric to their proxy. Pier’s eyes widened as he accepted the new binder, giving it an intense look for a few moments, before he took to slipping it on. The familiar snug feel that might be associated with a sports bra met him before long, and a faint sigh escaped him. Yes, this would do nicely.

“Timing doesn’t matter, sir... You got it for me. That’s what makes it count.” Pier murmured, allowing his fingers to trail along the surface of the soft material. Offering a faint smile, he felt a faint warmth seep through his frame. Happiness, right? He had been able to feel a lot of it, during his time here. This was why he loved being a proxy. This, was why he loved his master.

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“... You went to the store today. I remember you telling me last night that you needed a new binder.” They commented, using their arms to gently pull the male closer to their frame. This was his means of offering a hug, without being forced to offer the tight embrace that was sure to offer a substantial amount of pain. This was a being known for his humane ways. There was no describing how rare it was for him to be reduced to that of an aggressive beast, because he only ever did so in order to defend others. This being, docile and eager to draw smiles to the faces of others, was his master. A master whom he held high levels of respect and admiration for, as well as a great deal of affection. As such, his guilt was the result of knowing that he had forced a frown onto the face of such a loving creature.
“Someone found out, right? That you’re trans... Where we’re you when they caught you?” The being continued to push for a conversation. Anything would be suitable, even if it were only a one word reply. They just needed to hear the voice of their proxy. To be assured that the damage - lasting or not - would not leave them crippled. Overrun with his guilt, the male began to hyperventilate as he began to bawl his eyes out. The guilt was unbearable.

“B-bathroom...” He sobbed, his jagged breathing causing him to stammer as he forced the word past his lips. He hated this. He hated the entire situation. The feelings of weakness. His intense, crippling, self-loathing. The agony and humiliation that had taken to clinging to him come the aftermath of every beating. Above all else, he hated the guilt. The sight of the devastated frown that had replaced the usually cheerful and friendly smile of his master was more than he could withstand. As such, he had no genuine means of keeping the agony to himself once the creature began to question him. A loud wail burst past him as he felt the being pull him closer - if that were even possible, given their surprisingly intense intimate contact. He heard a startled noise escape the being. One that indicated his utmost horror at the idea of him having been beaten up in the stall of a bathroom.

“Pier, please. Tell me what happened?” The being requested, their voice as soft and desperate as that of a parent. As if they were taking on the role of the mother, who sought to only know what was wrong with their child, so that they could help them through these difficult times. Such was just a natural aspect of this creature’s personality. Something that humans could stand to try and mimic. Hiccuping, the male took a series of deep breaths to try and calm himself.

“I w-went to the store for a n-new binder.” The male - Pier - began his explanation once he had calmed down enough to talk. He had finally stopped crying, if only for the time being. Albeit, he knew that he would likely be reduced to tears by the time he finished his story. The shame that had been anchored into his spirit would be more than enough to see to that.
“I looked a-around, but, they didn’t have any binders... I asked a clerk, who t-told me that the shipment hadn’t come in yet. So I w-went to the food court, and had lunch. I guess that a guy had heard me ask about the b-binders, and so he called his friends...” His emotions steadily began to get the better of him as he went on to tell his story. The memories of what he had endured having taken to overpowering the slight amount of calm that he had managed to obtain. This as astonishingly difficult for him. Despite knowing how foolish it was for him to believe this, he felt as though his master might grow to hate him as a result of what they were being told. Why wouldn’t they, after all? He was a misaligned, pathetic, poor example of a man. Or at least, that was what society had made him out to be. He could only hope that the being was as loyal to him as he was to them. Such was a feat that was difficult for him to perform.
“I don’t know h-how long they were following me... Probably for a while, but.. Th-they cornered me in the bathroom. Caught me in the stall...” He hesitated for a moment, unwilling to describe what had been done to him past that point. The tears had returned at this point. Fear was back as well, and this time, it revolved around how his beloved master might view him as a result of this.
“I... I don’t need to explain the rest, do I?...” Pier asked quietly, the timid note to his voice making it clear how painfully uncomfortable this entire situation had made him. At this, the larger creature went on to gently run their hand along the male’s arm in what they hoped would be a comforting manner.

“No, Pier... You don’t need to talk about that. I can make some guesses based on how you look...” The creature commented in turn, taking to sitting up so that they could peer down at their proxy. Seeming to be distracted, they went on to carefully examine the various scrapes and bruises that lined the male’s body. Albeit, upon spotting the damage done to his breasts, the being seemed to grow painfully aware of the fact that some of these injuries were the result of self-mutilation. Sighing, the being shifted so that they could make Pier roll onto their back, seeking to inspect the damage that the male had done to his breasts.
“What happened here?” The being inquired, despite being well aware of the obvious self-harm. From their assumption, Pier had suffered a small mental breakdown, and had hence, taken out his frustration on his female anatomy. Needless to say, the male in question adorned an expression of shame. Pier adverted his gaze, taking to looking anywhere but at his master, before he crossed his arms in order to hide his maimed breasts.

“I was upset.” Came the brash response of the proxy. His voice, quiet as it was, portrayed a dark reality that most would prefer to overlook. That reality being that people who were distressed, did not self-harm in hopes of seeking attention. They maimed themselves as a means of releasing pent up frustration. To create physical pain in place of the heavy, emotional agonies that plagued their minds. It was when people caught on to things that the behavior was dubbed as attention seeking. A disappointed sound escaped the being as they shifted somewhat, seeking to peer down at their young proxy. The sound, being something that Pier was unaccustomed to hearing, was more than enough to draw his attention away from the wall. He took from watching the porcelain surface of the tub, to awkwardly examining the expression of his master. Needless to say, he fell into a captivated state of mind.

The intense gaze of the enormous creature was more than enough to freeze him where he lay. The sight of the water cascading onto their still fully clothed body, only to be repelled by what seemed to be a waxy shield. The fluid would hit their pale frame, but roll away and leave their skin dry. He had no means of grasping at how the being was able to repel water in such a way, but such was just another way that his master had proven to be an awe inspiring creature. Large, black eyes remained locked on his frame, seeming to study him for the longest time. Eventually, the being adverted their gaze - snapping Pier out of his trance as they did so. Seeming to be startled, the male shifted, only to wince as his body gave him a painful reminder as to how badly damaged he was. A long, slender limb reached out to twist the knobs that controlled the activity of the water, turning the shower off after only a few seconds.

This would be when the proxy became acutely aware of the chills that had overtaken his frame. Apparently the water had gone cold somewhere along the lines, and he had been so caught up in his emotional affairs that the change in temperature had gone unnoticed. Trembling, the male attempted to shift so that he could sit up, only to find that the mixture of discomforts rendered him incapable of doing so. He was left alone to shiver for a moment or so while the larger being climbed out of the tub. When they returned, a large towel was held within their grasp. Pier struggled to sit up enough to cling to his master’s arm when they reached down to retrieve him. He was a child in comparison to them when it came to height, and as such, it came as no surprise that he was lifted up and cradled in such a passive manner. The creature, aware of their size and strength, put a great effort into remaining gentle while they handled their wounded proxy.

Chilled to the bone, Pier did what he could to seek out warmth. Between the towel that was wrapped around his wet frame, and the solid body which now held him, he was sure to find comfort at some point. He continued to shake even as he was carried out of the bathroom, and into his place of rest. Somewhat surprised to find that a towel had been lain upon his bed, he resumed the foolish act of chewing on his lip as the tall being went on to carefully place him upon it. He was left like that for a moment, but watched over, while he attempted to dry himself off. As it were, his injuries proved to be enough to prevent him from properly performing such a simple task. His broken finger being what caused most of the issue. Having easily noticed this, the taller creature stepped in to help their proxy dry off. On top of that, they made sure to set the broken joints in order to prevent Pier’s finger from being left deformed.

This, would be the most painful thing that the male had been forced to endure at the hands of his master. In a physical sense, that is. The being, having already been aware of the broken extremity, spent a short time preparing a splint. Prior to putting said splint in its proper place, the being was forced to adjust the broken bones of Pier’s broken finger so that they could heal in the right position. A soft whine escaped the male as the pain of this struck him, having not been emotionally prepared for this. Only after having his hand taken care of, did the proxy cease his trembling. Be it because he had finally warmed up, or because his body had simply gotten to the point where such frequent movements were to much of a hassle, he did not know or care. Such was just another example of where the small details were of no importance to him. He had stopped shaking, and that was all that he cared about.

Once they had made sure to tend to his finger, the being went on to help Pier dry off. They carefully took the towel off of the male’s body in order to use it as a means of wiping the water out of his hair and off of his skin. The creature was firm, and gentle in his actions. Knowing that the various injuries needed to be kept clean and dry so as to allow for optimal healing. In comparison to how he was being taken care of, Pier felt like a pet. As though he were a badly wounded animal, who needed high levels of hands on care in order to thrive. The idea of this, legitimately made him sad. He disliked feeling weak, or like a burden. The unease must have been portrayed in his expression, given that come the end of the toweling session, he felt a large hand press against the top of his head. Initially flinching due to a memory from earlier in the day, he eventually shifted to lean into the contact.

There was a sense of safety that came with being handled by his master. The being was, in a sense of the word, a large and protective security blanket. Or - even though he hated the accuracy of this comparison - a gentle guard dog. Now feeling much calmer than he had only a few hours ago, it came as no surprise that the exhaustion was able to overtake him. The urge to lie down was rest was there, and it was somewhat overpowering. Yawning, he began to lean against his master in a somewhat child-like manner, simply seeking rest. Before long, the elder creature went on to help their proxy settle into bed. They pulled back the blankets and did their best to get Pier settled atop the mattress. Although in the process they were unable to keep from reawakening the pain caused by disturbing the various bruises that lined his skin. Once they had their proxy tucked into bed, the being made a move so leave.

Only for their hand to be desperately grasped by the wounded male, who was surprisingly reluctant to be left alone. Peering down at the male, the being seemed to adorn a look of confusion, before they sighed and proceeded to kneel at the side of the bed. Staying quiet, they went on to reach out so that they could drag their fingers through Pier’s hair in what they hoped would be a comforting manner. There was no surprise evident in either of their features when the proxy made the bold move of grabbing their master’s hand, so that they could bring it to their cheek. The male nuzzled the palm of the creature’s hand, seeking out a more direct form of comfort. Unintentionally returning to a more shy side of his personality, he cast his master a pleading look. One which implied all that he desired. Seeming to understand this, and clearly harboring no protest, the being proceeded to climb into bed with their proxy. They could spend the night together.

The first light of day brought with it an uncomfortable state of awakening. Pier, unwilling to be roused, attempted to curl up beneath the covers in hopes of avoiding the intruding glow. Albeit, in doing this, he reawakened his once numb wounds. The ache triggered by this was more than enough to remind him of the fact that, given his current state, sleep would not be something easy to come by. No matter how exhausted he legitimately felt. Still unwilling to get up - more so now because of his pain and rather than because he wished to continue with his slumber - the proxy released and whine and attempted to fall still. His hopes were that the agony would fade should he simply stop moving. A habit that had once worked when his body still underwent the monthly cramps and bloating of premenstrual syndrome. However, there proved to be a number of important distinctions between this pain, and the pain caused by the female curse.

One being that these were no simple cramps. They were heavy aches and spasms caused by strenuous muscle damage. As such, the chances of the pain becoming less present as a result of inactivity, were slim. So slim that it may as well have been non-existent. Groaning and whining, the male went on to force himself into a sitting position. Taking to leaning against the headboard, he attempted to rub the sleep out of his eyes. This wound up taking a little while, given that his eyelids felt incredibly heavy. The amount of guck that had built up at the corners of his eyes didn’t help much either, especially since the nasty substance proved to be difficult to remove. The yellow tar had somehow successfully taken hold of a good portion of his lower eyelashes, making removal as irritating as it was slightly painful. Once he succeeded to tending to this issue, Pier sighed and went on to idly look around his room.

He was bored, to say the least. Well aware of the fact that he wouldn’t be very active for the next week or so, depending on how long it took for him to heal. Worst case scenario, he was going to be spending the next five to ten days sitting in bed, waiting for his wounds to fade. Such was not something that he looked forward to, given that he was a fairly active young man. The idea of being put under house arrest, so to speak, was far from appealing to him. Only after spending a short time awake, did he succeed in taking notice to one fairly important detail. His master was nowhere to be found. Somewhat confused by their absence, he began to bite at the skin of his lip as his mind began to wonder. The being wasn’t exactly prone to disappearing after partaking in their nightly activities. Had he done something wrong? Did the being feel guilty about what they had done together?

There as absolutely no real reason for the creature to have felt the need to vacate the scene. Concerned, Pier began to try and slip out of his bed. He felt the need to get up so that he could go and find his master. He just wanted to talk to them. To assure them that there were no issues revolving around how the two of them had behaved the night before. No reason for guilt. In fact, he was grateful for the affection. Such had been an ideal means of reminding him that there was nothing wrong with him, or with his body. He was Pier. A man, no matter what his biological anatomy was. Last night had been more than enough to remind him of how important it was to remember this. Especially after incidents as brutal as the one he had been put through. Albeit, before he could succeed in slinking off of the mattress, he heard the tell-tale click of his bedroom door opening. Naturally, that collected his attention.

“Master Splendor?...” Pier called out shyly, seeming to be anxious. Technically, he was well past the stage of anxiety. He was past paranoid, and full on scared. He was afraid that he had somehow made the elder being mad at him. A feat that, in reality, would have been very difficult to perform. This being - Splendorman as he was called - was known for being a playful and cheerful creature. One that was always eager to play, and comfort those who were feeling depressed. So, should anyone succeed in making them angry, then said person would have performed a very rare - very unfortunate - feat. One that may or may not go on to cost that person their life. Seeming to hum, the creature stepped completely into the room, showing off the tray of food that they had apparently been balancing on one arm. That, explained a few things. A few very important things.

“What’s wrong, Pier?.. Do you need something for the pain?” Splendorman inquired cautiously, a slight note of fear clearly evident in their tone of voice. They went on to make their way over to the proxy, immediately placing a hand against his head in order to check for any symptoms of a fever. Upon finding none, they let out an audible sigh of relief. Clearly they were highly concerned about the well-being of their proxy. Such was why they had gone out of their way to prepare a nutritious meal, as well as to retrieve a small variety of medicative ointments. Offering a slight sigh of his own, the male went on to lean against his master’s hand somewhat, enjoying the gentle contact.

“No, sir... I think I can manage.” Pier commented, before wincing as he shifted so that he could climb fully into bed. Forcing his legs to straighten as he pressed his back against the wall, he did was he could to flatten his lap so that he could accept his food. He could only hope that the creature woudn’t try to hand feed him. Yes, he was wounded, but he could still feed himself. He wasn’t an infant. Not by a long shot. As if sensing this thought, the being seemed to laugh as they carefully set the tray of food on top of Pier’s lap.

“Alright, then. But I’ll be leaving these on your nightstand, in case you change your mind.” Splendorman stated as they retrieved the various ointments, lifting them off of the try so that they could set them atop the nearby nightstand. Afterwards, as if feeling that the miniature dresser was to far away from the bed, they pulled it closer. This was clearly done to ensure that Pier could reach the ointments without having to lean over. Something that would likely prevent him from falling out of the bed and hurting himself.
“In the meantime, its time for you to eat.” They stated, removing a napkin full of silverware from their sleeve. Either as a magic trick, or because they had purposely stored them there in order to prevent them from being lost during transport. They had soiled many a spoon by making the mistake of leaving them atop the tray while it was being carried. They placed the rolled bundle of silverware atop the tray with a bit of a hum, seeming to be in a relatively good mood.
“Egg-white omelette with white cheddar. Honeyed ham. Apples.” The being stated as they pointed to the various food object that were present atop the plate. They didn’t bother to name the drink that had been provided for Pier, given that it was clearly a glass of milk. Offering a faint smile, the male began to eat. Albeit, he did so rather awkwardly. This was partially thanks to the fact that it was difficult for him to grasp his tableware when one of his fingers was in a splint, and, also because he wasn’t fond of having others watch him eat. Even so, he did what he could to tolerate the discomfort that came with being observed. Naturally, he wasn’t exactly able to put up with the prolonged staring for long. Eventually clearing his throat and offering a pleading look, he watched as the being tilted their head in a confused manner. Less than five seconds later, Splendorman seemed to catch on to the issue.

As such, they offered an apologetic laugh, before sneaking out the door so that they could let their proxy dine in peace. Grateful for this, Pier resumed his eating with a renewed vigor, now having realized that it had been around eighteen plus hours since he had last enjoyed a meal. Longer than that, if one decided not to consider a soft pretzel and a slice of pizza, a meal. Another place where distinctions made little difference when it came to shifting his thoughts. Food was food, and as long as it was considered more than a snack, he assumed that it was a meal. Even if it only consisted of consuming a large amount of one food item. Regardless, he was pretty quick when it came to finishing off his breakfast. Hunger, paired with him being a slight glutton, made sure of that. Slight glutton being a key phrase. He was a good eater, but when it came down to things, he didn’t overeat. He just tended to eat fairly quick.

Once he was done eating, Pier remained silent while he waited for his master to return. He knew that the being would return before long, given that they likely hadn’t gone very far in the first place. Splendorman was a highly attentive creature, especially when it came to those who were wounded. As expected, the creature awkwardly poked their head into the room a few minutes after the male had finished eating. Upon doing so, they offered a curious hum, seeking to know whether or not it was alright for him to step inside completely.

“I’ve finished eating, sir.” Pier called out softly, knowing that his statement would be more than enough to coax the being into the room with him. At this, he heard a fairly amusing noise, prior to watching as his master more or less skipped into the room.

“Did you enjoy your food~?” Splendorman inquired in a chipper manner, clearly seeming to be in a good mood. Were they glad to find that their proxy seemed to be feeling better? Or, were they simply in high spirits as a result of knowing that they seemed capable of taking proper care of Pier? No matter. The creature was known for their naturally joyous and energetic behavior. Maybe now that the proxy seemed to be feeling better, the being had been able to relax enough to fall back into their natural demeanor. Offering a content hum, the male idly rubbed his abdomen as a means of better portraying how content he felt after his meal.

“Yes, I did. It was delicious, as always~” Pier mused, pushing the tray towards the being as they made their way over to him. Offering a playful and child-like noise, Splendorman retrieved the tray, using their extensive reach to do so while standing in the doorway.

“Good~ Good.” Splendorman mused happily, shifting so that they could balance the tray directly on their forearm. They used the fingers on that hand to continue to hold onto the edge of the tray as they did this, simply to prevent any unwanted accidents.
“Now, please excuse me for a few minutes. I must clean these.” The being stated, offering a slight bow before they turned around so that they could hop out the bedroom door. Well, at least from where Pier sat, it looked as though his master had done that. There really was no way of knowing for sure, given how unusual the being could act. Sometimes, Splendorman was more like an overgrown child than he was some mystical being who could use magic. Now alone, Pier was left to sort through any of his personal thoughts. His injuries seemed to be less painful now that he had been given the chance to rest, which was something that he could be grateful for. He was still sore beyond compare, but, he could probably get up and go to the bathroom should he feel the need to do so. In fact, he did. Namely because he had failed to clean up a certain mess created by his time spent with Splendorman the night before.

Unwilling to call out to and disturb the being, the male went on to inch his way out of his bed so that he could get up. This took him a few minutes, given how difficult it was for him to bend his sore legs. Even so, once he managed to successfully stand up, he was able to make his way over to the door without much issue. Yes, he still suffered from a bit of a limp - but at least he could walk without needed to use surrounding walls and doors as a means of balance. For that, he could be grateful. Taking his time, Pier managed to make it to the bathroom after only a couple of minutes. His legs ached as a result of this, and he knew that he would be exhausted by the time he made it back to bed, but he didn’t care. He needed to get cleaned up. Once in the bathroom, the male made his way over to the tub, and climbed inside so that he could sit on the built in chair that was present.

He sat there for a moment, seeking to catch his breath, before he stood so that he could try and retrieve the shower-head. This was what proved to be the most difficult task, given that he was forced to reach above his head. Lack of proper hand mobility made pulling down the shower-head a hassle, but after some time, he did succeed. Upon doing so, he turned on the water and waited for the heat to become present. He dared not start to clean himself until after he could see the steam rising from the cascading water, and then, he welcomed the intense sting of the hot fluids. He scrubbed his skin, seeking to wash away the sticky substances that had overtaken the surface of his frame. He made sure to clean the various other areas of his body that had gotten rather, sticky, given that he would rather not risk any unwanted issues. Testosterone therapy could only prevent so much, he assumed.

Especially when the genetic material of a non-human being was taken into account. He wasn’t ready to be a parent, and, as of right now he was unsure as to whether or not he wanted to act as the incubator. So, until then, it was better safe than sorry. Cleaning some areas took longer than others, given that he was forced to twist his body in weird ways. No matter. He just wanted to be clean, and this was the only way for him to do it. Once he was pretty sure that his body was clean, the male turned off the water so that he could step out of the tub. Nearly slipping thanks to his wet feet, Pier was forced to cling to the shower door for a moment while he yanked a towel off of the rack. After drying off his feet, he was able to take his time and make his way over to the toilet, where he sat down. Not for the sake of going to the bathroom, but simply because he needed to sit in order to dry off without falling over.

After taking some time to dry off, the male wrapped the towel around his torso so that he could at least portray some modesty during his trip back to his room. However, upon stepping within the line of the mirror, he paused. Feeling a familiar urge peg at him, the male opened his towel so that he could give his body a tentative look over. The bruises were darker now than they had been the night before. Purple and green, with blue nuances here and there. They were, ugly, to say the least. The nastiest of which took on the distinct shape of a handprint, given that someone had indeed latched on to his shoulder at some point. Various other scrapes and such were still present, although they clearly looked better in comparison to the way that they did the night before. Eventually, his attention was drawn to his breasts. To the various, nasty looking cuts that he had inflicted upon himself in the midst of his meltdown.

They looked disgusting. Not just the markings, but the soft masses of flesh themselves. He still couldn’t help but hate them. He couldn’t keep from despising the overall state of his anatomy - and surprisingly enough, he was okay with that. Odds were that he would always have something about his body that he would utterly despise. Even if he somehow found a means of getting his anatomy the way he wanted, he would still be able to find something to hate. There was just no changing that, and in the long run, that was okay. At ease with this notion, he covered himself up, before he proceeded to make his way to his room. Upon stepping through the door, he jumped, having forgotten that his master was likely to have been there. To think that Splendorman had somehow succeeded in accidentally scared him. Not badly, but enough for him to have openly made a fool out of himself. Oh well, at least the being was startled somewhat in turn.

“Oh! Goodness, Pier. You gave me a fright.” Splendorman mused, stepping towards their proxy in order to help them into bed. They honestly seemed amused by the fact that they had just gotten scared over something so simple. Oh well, no harm done. Just a minor fright.
“Anyways, here. Sit down, I have something for you.” The being stated as they helped their son take a seat atop the edge of the mattress. This, naturally, earned a curious look from the proxy. Seeming to cough anxiously, the being went on to remove a piece of soft brown fabric from the interior of their pocket.
“Listen... I know its poor timing, given what happened yesterday, but.. I actually went out and got you a new binder. I don’t think that its the right color, but, I’m positive that its the right size. I used your old one as an example, then went a little smaller. You wanted that, right?” Splendorman inquired as they offered the piece of fabric to their proxy. Pier’s eyes widened as he accepted the new binder, giving it an intense look for a few moments, before he took to slipping it on. The familiar snug feel that might be associated with a sports bra met him before long, and a faint sigh escaped him. Yes, this would do nicely.

“Timing doesn’t matter, sir... You got it for me. That’s what makes it count.” Pier murmured, allowing his fingers to trail along the surface of the soft material. Offering a faint smile, he felt a faint warmth seep through his frame. Happiness, right? He had been able to feel a lot of it, during his time here. This was why he loved being a proxy. This, was why he loved his master.