Chapter 3
Asher yelped as Vrayl suddenly stood, cradling Asher in his arms as if he weighed nothing.
The movement changed his position just enough for him to feel the senchr inside him more deeply.
It didn’t… hurt exactly, but the feeling of fullness was inescapable.
And, as Vrayl started to walk, carrying Asher with him, the senchr rubbed against that pleasure spot inside Asher in a way that had him whimpering and trying to shift to ease the pressure.
He didn’t like how having something inside him was lighting up his spine when he was bound and gagged and captive.
Not when his spill had been licked up like something to be savored. Not when Trenet had so clearly been ready to—to take other parts of Asher into his mouth.
Asher still didn’t know why Trenet had stopped. He was scared to find out.
“Oh, listen to his pretty sounds,” Trenet said, voice a low rumble.
He and Vrayl were both still naked, and Asher was unable to keep from looking at Trenet’s cock as they walked, which was still so big, long and thick and dripping.
Asher had never even seen a cock that wasn’t his own before.
“Are you enjoying your senchr, dear heart? We’ve bought so many for you to try.
We’ll size you up first thing tomorrow morning, after our coupling. ”
Vrayl made a low-throated noise that sounded like annoyance, but looking up at Vrayl’s face, the Dresht was smiling.
So maybe it had been a laugh? Asher didn’t know what was funny about any of this.
“You’ll have to forgive our mate for his excitement, Asher.
He’s just been eager to show you all your new jahin.
We must have bought half the current catalogue! "
“Can you blame me for wanting to spoil our precious yshain?” Trenet said, growls taking on a distinctly grumbly quality.
“Of course not,” Vrayl said, with another one of those low-throated laughs. “And Asher will show us the things he likes best, won’t you, little love?”
Asher stared blankly up at Vrayl and wished, for the millionth time, that he could understand what was being said.
They passed room after room, but Asher could barely pay attention to the furniture or decor.
His heart was still beating rapidly in his chest. It seemed as though there were quite a lot of rooms though, more rooms than Asher had ever seen inside a home before.
There was also art on the walls, and shelves filled with dozens and dozens of trinkets.
Asher wondered if maybe Trenet and Vrayl were well off, as far as Dresht went, or if this many rooms in a house was just typical for their people.
Finally they stopped in a room that was large and open, with what looked like a table in the middle, with several covered plates on it. It was surrounded by waist high, stone-like… chairs, maybe?
“Starting tomorrow, you’ll spend all your meals speared open on one of our cocks,” Trenet growled, sitting down on one of the stones.
So Asher figured that answered that. “That’s a promise, Asher.
You’re only going without tonight because you need to wear your training senchr a little while longer. ”
Vrayl took a seat at the table too, Asher still in his lap. Asher could feel how Vrayl was still hard underneath him, hard and so incredibly present, and it took a few precious seconds for it to click what this room was.
It was a dining room.
Asher’s body reacted without any input of his brain, and he threw himself off of Vrayl’s lap. Vrayl clearly hadn’t been expecting Asher to move that quickly, and so Asher landed hard on the floor, knees and shoulder stinging from taking the brunt of his impact.
He tried to get up from off the floor, tried to run, but the mitts on his hands were still too heavy for him to lift more than a few inches off the ground.
He made an attempt anyway, heaving himself up to a sitting position and trying to drag himself away from the table, but it was hopeless.
Vrayl smoothly went to his knees in front of Asher and gathered him back up.
“Oh Asher, shhh, shhh, it’s okay,” Vrayl’s growls were softer as the Dresht nuzzled Asher’s hair. “You don’t need to fuss, I promise we’ll give you what you need. You only have to wear the training senchr through dinner and bathtime, that’s all. ”
Asher sobbed as he was lifted off the floor and once again placed in Vrayl’s lap, arranged so that he was sitting sideways, one of Vrayl’s arms curled around him.
“He seems so distressed by the training senchr,” Trenet said, looking unhappy.
Asher blinked wet eyelashes as he wondered what Trenet was upset about.
His mind came up with all sorts of unpleasant things.
Maybe Trenet was annoyed at how Asher kept carrying on, for all that the gag muffled most of Asher’s cries.
Maybe he was talking to Vrayl about how Asher should be punished for not being silent and still.
Maybe he wanted to finish what he started earlier in the bed, and—and take Asher back into his mouth.
“He’s spent a long time in an unsafe, hostile environment,” Vrayl said, stroking Asher’s hair. “I know you must be desperate to be properly full, little love. But you need to be patient just a bit longer.”
“We’ll both fuck you before bedtime, how does that sound?” Trenet smiled and leaned forward. “You’ll fall asleep filled with our spend, with my cock plugging you up, keeping it all inside. Won’t that be nice?”
“Best not tease him, my mate,” Vrayl said. “He still needs to eat first.”
“That’s right,” Trenet said with a sharp nod. “You’ll be able to eat as much as you want, Asher. We have plenty of Human-safe food for you. You’ll never have to go hungry again.”
Trenet stood and moved the covered dishes closer to the edge of the table where he and Vrayl could both reach them easily.
Then he took off the covers, revealing platters of what unmistakably looked like food, bite-sized pieces of half a dozen different prepared and raw dishes, the scents suddenly more fragrant in the air.
Asher was all at once reminded of the fact that he hadn’t eaten in more than a day, and that when he’d last eaten, it wasn’t well.
His appetite had always disappeared when he was stressed which had proven useful up til now, because he’d been too scared to be hungry.
But now his hunger returned with a vengeance.
He shrank in on himself. He didn’t know if he was meant to eat any of the food on the table, but he couldn’t risk it. Not when he didn’t know what any of it was.
Not when he didn’t know what it was made of.
Living on Journey-5 had been hard and lonely, but out there, for the first time in his life, Asher hadn’t had to worry about what he was putting into his mouth.
He knew exactly what he was eating, even if there often wasn’t much of it.
And there had been no one to question why he wasn’t eating meat dishes.
There was none of that luxury here.
Vrayl reached out behind Asher’s head, and there was a beeping sound. Then Vrayl was pulling back, gently tugging on Asher’s gag. Asher realized he’d dug his teeth into the mouthpiece and quickly released it, face flushing.
“He already loves it,” Trenet said, looking… pleased? Proud? Asher had no way to tell for sure. At least he didn’t seem upset any longer. “What a perfect little yshain.”
Asher stared at the floor instead of at his two captors as he swallowed and moved his mouth. It was… strange to suddenly have this open space inside his mouth after wearing the gag for so long. He’d almost gotten used to it, for all that it felt invasive and demeaning.
The fact that they’d taken it out now probably meant… they were most likely intending to feed him.
He tried to use the opportunity to say something—anything!
—but fear held his tongue. He couldn’t make himself make a sound.
He could only smell the unfamiliar foods and feel the emptiness in his stomach and had to clench his teeth together now that he could, to try to stave off tears.
He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a prisoner, or a toy, or—or a meal.
He didn’t want the senchr that they’d slid inside him, or the mitts on his hands, or the gag that had been in his mouth.
He didn’t want to be held on Vrayl’s lap and expected to eat when he was so hungry, but he couldn’t trust the food.
Vrayl reached out again, but to the table this time. Asher shivered as he watched Vrayl press something on the table and jumped when three glasses filled with clear liquid rose out of it. A small clink followed, and what looked like a metal straw rolled into view.
Vrayl placed the straw in the cup and then held it out to Asher, bumping the straw against Asher’s lips. “Open up, dear heart. We know that Humans need adequate hydration.”
The liquid was clear, and it looked like water. Maybe… maybe Asher could chance it?
And if it didn’t taste like water, he could always spit it out, regardless of whether or not that made Trenet and Vrayl mad.
Asher tentatively opened his empty mouth and let the straw slide between his lips, trying not to pay attention to the way Trenet and Vrayl both watched him, expressions eager.
When he forced himself to sip, he was so incredibly relieved by the cool, blessedly neutral tasting water that filled his mouth.
He swallowed, then swallowed again, and then before he knew it was drinking over half the glass.
So he’d been thirsty as well as hungry. That was good to know, he supposed.
“That was so good, Asher,” Vrayl said, pulling the glass back when it was clear Asher was done with it. “And just let us know if you want more water during the meal. Tomorrow, when we have the whole day together, we’ve already set a schedule to make sure you’re drinking properly.”