It started with a wish. Diego made a wish one day, standing on the balcony of his top floor suite and looking out at the world revolutionized by his clean energy technology, and feeling incredibly lonely. He wished for someone to share in his life, to live out his days with him and apparently the universe was feeling extra generous because the next day Diego received a delivery of a large box. Inside that box was a boy wearing a collar with a small remote dangling from his neck ring.
The boy had soft violet hair that fell to his nape in straight layers, with two extra long white forelocks at his temples. His soft golden eyes radiated gentleness and docile calm. The boy was small, slender, and moon pale, of a more oriental descent. From the collar it was obvious that he was a former god. When all the deities had been found years ago, the lack of believers left them weak and so they quickly fell to earthly military and enslaved, their powers sealed for their masters' use. With their powers sealed the gods remembered nothing of their former identities, making them perfect blank slates for any sort of training their masters wanted. Diego reached out a hand and petted the boy's smooth cheek, feeling the supple skin yield underneath his fingers. The tag on the slave's collar read "Tsukuyomi. Former god of the moon".
So he'd gotten a Japanese god. The Japanese deities were widely desired for their natural polite natures and submissive personalities. From the looks of it, Tsukiyomi had several other owners before him, but his body was in relatively good condition. Some light bruises here and there and a little on the thin side but otherwise still well kept. Diego could tell Tsukuyomi was meant to be a nurturer, his former position as moon god giving him a gentle motherly personality and likely a body build to match. He was right. Tsukuyomi possessed soft thighs and small boobs, with sunken nipples begging to be suckled from. With a little more food he would likely develop a small pooch of fat on his belly, perfect for squeezing.
Life with Tsukuyomi around was so much easier than without. The slave cleaned the entire house, which was a feat in of itself since Diego occupied the entire top floor of an apartment complex, and made sure Diego had perfectly coordinated outfits waiting for him whenever he woke up to go to work. Tsukuyomi had a healthy lunch packed on the kitchen table and did laundry as Diego left. He then knitted or wrote poetry or played songs on his koto as he waited for Diego to return. Tsukuyomi made Diego hearty but healthy food all the time and Diego found himself cutting the weight his doctor was always nagging him about in a flash, something to do with Japanese food being naturally fat free. Not to mention, it was a pleasure to watch Tsukuyomi gain weight as the months passed. His hips gained some padding of healthy fat and that delightful pooch did develop on his belly. Tsukuyomi's thighs and bottom jiggled when he walked, something that was completely visible when he wore his more slinky or tight robes.
Which was another thing. Tsukuyomi had a penchant for wearing the robes of his homeland around the penthouse and something about the modest silk printed with elegant patterns drove Diego insane. Maybe it was the way the kimono wrapped around his soft body, hiding all his delicious curves and making Diego want more. Maybe it was the way he was always barefoot, padding around the penthouse on delicately tiny feet with toenails painted a soft glittery silver. Diego loved watching Tsukuyomi do chores around the house, whether it was cooking dinner or scrubbing the floors by running with a cloth up and down. It was doubly enjoyable when the slave decided to play his koto in the evenings, gracefully plucking at the strings to make the most elegant music without ever getting his sleeves in the way. Tsukuyomi was just so graceful all the time, even when he was doing things like cleaning the bathroom or butchering meat for steaks, that it left Diego speechless if he stared too long.
The only issue was that Tsukuyomi never spoke and never lingered anywhere for too long unless he was there serving Diego, like he would wear out his welcome if he stayed too long. He glided around with the utmost elegance, but with his head down and eyes trained on the floor. Diego could count on one hand the times his slave met his eyes in the year they'd been together. He made some observations and found that Tsukuyomi stayed up late each night to watch the moon, his eyes always misting with yearning tears at the silver disk in the sky. As the full moon cast its light on Tsukuyomi one night, Diego was in the kitchen for a glass of water and immediately ducked behind a wall to watch, guilt creeping up his spine. The slave looked so sad as he stared at the moon from the balcony doors, his hands resting lightly on the pristine glass. Diego knew then, that he couldn't keep Tsukuyomi sealed like that forever.
The next morning he woke up to the scent of something that reminded him of home. Diego sprung out of bed to find his slave standing at the stove in a slinky silk kimono with a white apron over it, cooking mofongo. The scent of the rich chicken broth and the freshly mashed plantains made drool pool in Diego's mouth, but his appetite died when he saw the tears dripping into the soup. Did Tsukuyomi cry every morning? The slave seemed to notice Diego's presence and whirled around, wiping the tears streaming down his face with soft whimpers. Diego drew the boy into his arms and felt the slender shoulders shake as he wept. He withdrew the tiny remote that had been attached to the collar and pressed the single button on it, releasing the collar's sealing effect.
The change was instantaneous. Tsukuyomi gasped and collapsed onto the kitchen tiles as his magic flooded back into his veins like a tide. With a small gasp his hair returned to its pure white color and a healthy flush came back to his skin. He could feel the stars and the sky again and he suddenly felt alive. A heat developed in his belly and the only man he felt could sate it was his master.
Diego was surprised when Tsukuyomi shut off the stove and slunk towards him with a hungry expression on his face, panting lightly.
"Please, my lord. I feel so warm and I don't know how to feel better." Fuck. His accent. The soft lilt was too arousing.
Diego pulled the boy in for a searing kiss that left him weak kneed. He called in for PTO from work and dragged his slave back to the bedroom for some fun. It turned out that Tsukuyomi was a virgin, having only been used as a housekeeper and a nanny for his previous owners, and the sudden release of his powers awoke his sex drive. Diego peeled the kimono off to reveal the supple skin and those delectable thighs, and quivering and jiggling bottom. Tsukuyomi's boobs were soft and swollen, almost like he was lactating, which was probably why his previous owners used him as a nanny. He could feed their kids. Diego gently flicked a nipple and Tsukuyomi almost screamed.
"Do you like that, baby?"
"Aah! Nyyaa. When you touch my nipples I feel it in my hole, my lord!" Tsukuyomi was shaking from pleasure and all Diego did was touch his nipple.
