Chapter 6
“Oh, shh, I think he’s fallen asleep. Speared open on your cock during bath time, the sweet little thing.”
“It was an exciting day for him. I’m not surprised he’s tired. He came from such hardship.”
“Our poor little love… but we have him now. He’s ours to take care of and cherish.”
“Yes my mate, he is.”
Asher was muzzily aware that he was being moved, but the heaviness in his limbs made it too difficult to try to open his eyes.
His hair felt wonderful. Damp but clean, with none of the itchiness that had often plagued him while living on Journey-5, without the products he was used to.
It was pulled back from his face and secured, the braid a comforting, familiar weight.
He still felt stretched and sore, and though at some point he’d been fully lifted off the cock that had been filling him to the brim, something else had taken its place. Plugging him up and… keeping Trenet’s come inside him.
He wrinkled his brow and kept his eyes closed as he dug his teeth into the gag still in his mouth. He didn’t want to think about that. He just wanted to stay warm and floaty, in that half-asleep place where nightmares couldn’t hurt him.
He vaguely registered being laid down on something wonderfully soft, and he couldn’t help sleepily rubbing his cheek against the fine, slippery fabric. It was slightly cool, which was welcome after the heat of the baths, and he sighed a little at the luxury of lying on something so comfortable.
“Look at him. Krish, he’s so precious.”
A large hand settled atop Asher’s head and started to gently stroke the damp strands, taking care to keep from pulling too hard or mussing Asher’s braid. After a time, the hand moved to stroke Asher’s cheek, and Asher turned his face into the caress.
There was a sharp intake of breath from above him. “He’s feeling so good.” The growl of Dreshtian speech was more of a murmur. “Aren’t you, little love? We made you feel so good.”
Asher kept his eyes closed and let himself drift, only vaguely registering the soft growls and hisses that had to be Trenet and Vrayl talking quietly.
“The missive from the Match agency says that making sure Asher is given adequate nutrition is vital, but because he came from such hardship, he might still be feeling residual stress from his time without proper care. It could take time for him to believe he’s safe now, that he can finally live the life of a proper yshain. ”
“So what can we do? Of course we’ll give him anything he desires, but… my heart, if he won’t eat…”
“The Match agency is going to express us a shipment of venigash. If he’s still refusing food tomorrow morning at breakfast, we’re to start giving him venigash every other day.
That will at least give him the nutrients he needs, as well as help to regulate his system.
And since venigash help adjust a yshain’s body in preparation for a Season and many years of future Seasons, being filled with them so regularly will let us more quickly bring him to the heights of pleasure as frequently as a yshain needs. ”
“That’s wonderful! Thank goodness the Match agency has such a good solution. I was so worried.”
“I know. I was too. I’m thankful the venigash will help.”
“And oh, he’ll look so lovely… full to the brim and round with them...”
“Our beautiful little Asher.”
Asher stirred at the mention of his name, but the hand just continued petting his hair, occasionally moving down to massage at the base of his skull. It felt so, so nice, and he hummed out his pleasure at it.
“Such a sweetling. He looks so happy. I only wish for him to always feel this happy and relaxed.”
“About that—the Match agency also had another suggestion, to help Asher deal with his stress.”
“Anything!”
A low chuckle. “Of course. And this is easy, but they said it would make a world of difference to helping him feel safe and secure. They suggested that we change his jahin. That he might be getting overstimulated, after undergoing such a big change in being rehomed.”
“That’s a fantastic idea—yes, we can order new jahin and have them delivered first thing tomorrow. Did they have any recommendations of what to give him?”
“Yes, a couple things. A takan, to make sure he’s always full of one of us; that would go far in reassuring him that he was safe here, that he would never be without pleasure again. And a kanto to cover his eyes, so he doesn’t have to have any other stimuli but being filled.”
“Oh, that’s marvelous. Can you imagine? Pushing into his little hole and staying there all day… he’d be unable to do anything but sink into his pleasure.”
“Why don’t you order those jahin, my mate. And then we can take our rest, with our sweet yshain.”
“I’m going to order a tirlak as well, I think. I worry about the weight of his mitts, with how small and lovely he is. But if his arms are secured, that might further help him relax while in the takan.”
“My smart mate. Excellent idea.”
“There, done. It all should arrive tomorrow right after breakfast.”
“Then it’s time for bed.” A heavy hand suddenly fell on Asher’s hip, then skirting around, to palm his ass. Asher let out a disgruntled noise at being fondled when he was so cozy.
“Shh, I know. I’ll fill you, so you can sleep properly, don’t worry.” The hand felt between Asher’s cheeks and grasped the wide base of the senchr, pulling it out in one long, smooth slide. Asher moaned at the feeling of release, muffled by the gag still, but loud in the quiet of the room.
Something wide and slick and warm then touched his hole, and Asher let out long, low whine as he was breached anew and the cock—Trenet’s cock, it had to be, his hand huge on Asher’s hip—fucked its way into him as Vrayl continued to stroke over his hair.
Asher began to tense up, breathing shallowly as he waited for Trenet to move, that dreamy place he’d managed to drift to starting to fall away.
But once Trenet was fully inside him, his body pressed snugly against Asher’s, Trenet only curled an arm around him, palm resting low on Asher’s belly. The Dresht sighed out, his big body moving with the exhalation. “Good night, little love.”
The hand left Asher’s hair, and Vrayl instead shifted on the bed.
A thin blanket was pulled up over Asher, and then Vrayl too was lying down with them under the covers.
He bracketed Asher on his other side, so Asher was totally surrounded by them.
“Good night, sweet one. I can’t wait to spend all our tomorrows with you. ”
It should have been impossible for Asher to find his calm again. He was so incredibly full, Trenet’s cock so long and thick inside him that Asher felt it with every swallow. He was mitted and gagged and trapped, and he had no idea what tomorrow would bring.
But he was clean and warm and dry. He was hungry, but he wasn’t starving.
He was lying on a comfortable bed and, at least for now, at least for this one night, it seemed as though his fears could be put to rest until morning.
Until Trenet and Vrayl awoke and decided how next they wanted to play with him.
Slowly, slowly, Asher’s body relaxed again and he allowed sleep to fully take him.
***
“He looks so cozy like this, sleeping in our bed and keeping you warm. I almost don’t want to wake him.”
“But just think—a full day with him. Showing our beautiful yshain just how well we can care for him.”
That’s true… and I can’t wait to see him in his new jahin. He’s so lovely already, but just imagining him in a takan and a kanto, relaxed and happy—”
Asher made a grumpy sound as he drifted to awareness.
He had never been the type to wake up early or easily, and his sisters had always teased him for it.
On Journey-5 he had also often slept to simply pass the time.
When he was bored or lonely or hungry, going to sleep was sometimes the best he could do to escape that, if only for a little while.
But there was no escaping his new reality as he woke up.
He heard the growls and hisses that he recognized as Dreshtian speech—and more than that, he felt the heat of a large, warm body behind him, pressed against him, inside him.
Pressing against that part in him that felt so good it almost hurt, especially with how sensitive it was now, after… after warming Trenet’s cock all night.
He instinctively tried to move his hips away, tried to relieve some of that pressure, and he felt the cock inside him twitch as Trenet chuckled behind him, the deep sound reverberating through Asher’s body.
“Good morning, little love,” Trenet murmured, nuzzling the top of Asher’s head as the Dresht began a slow grind, pulling back and then pressing impossibly deeper, making it so there was no space at all between their bodies.
“You look like you slept well, holding me inside you all night. I’m so lucky I’m the one who gets to see it. Who gets to fill you.”
Asher whimpered around the gag as the large, heavy palm over his stomach began to rub back and forth. Feeling the bulge in his belly—and feeling how it moved with every fuck in.
Stop—it’s too much!
He shook his head hard, trying to get across his point that he didn’t want what was happening, but Trenet just chuckled again.
“I have an idea, my mate, if he’s overwhelmed now with how good he feels.”
Vrayl smiled from his position on Asher’s other side. “Of course.”
Suddenly Trenet’s other hand came up, toward Asher’s face.
Asher made a desperate sound and shrank back, away from it.
Was Trenet going to—to cover his nose? He already had the gag in, and whatever it was made of was a material Asher could at least breathe through, thank the stars for small mercies, but if Trenet was going to cut off his air—
The hand landed over Asher’s eyes, cutting off his view of the room and Vrayl.
“My smart mate,” Vrayl said, sounding excited.
“And I believe, my heart, that you wanted to taste him? Like the missive said, his stress levels will stay within more normal ranges as he gets used to his pleasure without additional stimuli.”
“Oh yes… my smart mate indeed.”
Asher frantically brought up his hands, trying to make Trenet move his palm away.
His hands were useless, his fingers still constrained by the horrible mitts, but at least they weren’t so heavy that he couldn’t move them this time.
He pawed at Trenet’s hand, but the Dresht was immovable.
He kept Asher’s eyes covered completely as he kept up that slow rocking of hips.
Suddenly he felt the covers shifting back, baring him more fully to the room. Then the bed shifted slightly, as if Vrayl had moved.
The next moment, something warm and wet enveloped his cock.
Asher shrieked, the sound muffled but no less terrified for it. A mouth, a mouth, a mouth, that had to be a mouth. A mouth around his cock.
No, no, no! Please no!
Ever since he’d woken up a captive here, he’d known he was living on borrowed time. He just hated to see it end like this. He hated how much it would hurt.
Please!
Asher didn’t want to be eaten. Not at all, but certainly not like this, piece by piece, alive and aware to experience the horror of it.
The mouth began to move, adding suction and—and tongue, and Asher felt his eyes roll back. He was hard somehow, even with the terror, and he couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t—feel good.
It felt like it should have been impossible to enjoy a mouth on his cock, a throat swallowing around him, but…
but there were no teeth. No biting or tearing, no pain.
And all the while, Trenet continued his deep fuck into Asher’s sore, stretched hole, grinding against that bundle of nerves Asher had inside of him.
It was overwhelming and confusing and awful, Asher’s mind and body pushed to their limit, but it also felt so fucking good that Asher realized he was actually going to come like this, between Trenet and Vrayl, at the mercy of their ministrations.
“That’s right,” Trenet rumbled from behind him. “All you have to do is enjoy. Take your pleasure from us like a proper yshain.”
Asher realized he was making high, desperate sounds. That he was unconsciously moving his own hips, first forward, into Vrayl’s mouth, and then back, meeting Trenet’s slow thrusts. That he was spiraling higher and higher as he was totally surrounded by them.
“Good, Asher. That’s so perfect, little love. You’re so perfect.”
Asher couldn’t understand the words, but he heard his name in that low, deep growl, echoing through him, and before he knew it, he was coming with a muffled cry, right into Vrayl’s hot mouth.
He felt Vrayl swallow around him, tongue moving over where Asher was most sensitive, as if trying to coax out more come. Until Asher was panting, vision blurry, body boneless despite the fear.
And then… and then Vrayl pulled away, leaving Asher slightly colder.
“Lovely, Asher,” Vrayl said as a knuckle stroked down Asher’s cheek. “Just lovely.”