Chapter 7
Asher passed the morning in a daze as Trenet and Vrayl finally got up to greet the day.
First Vrayl rose from the bed, pulling tasteful clothing out of a hidden closet and dressing.
Asher was struck by the fact that Vrayl’s clothes appeared to be oddly modest, a pretty beige and gold tunic that covered the Dresht’s shoulders and arms, and a pair of pants that flowed down from his waist to cover his legs.
There was an opening in the crotch of the pants though, that let his cock hang free, and Asher couldn’t help staring at it as Vrayl then picked up a loose tail of fabric attached to the pants, using it to tuck himself away.
So their clothes covered them, but gave them easy access to their cocks. Asher swallowed, not liking that thought at all.
Once Vrayl was dressed, he returned to the bed to sit on it, and only then did Trenet pull back, releasing his hold on Asher and sliding out of him, making Asher groan as he was finally empty again.
It was almost worse having Trenet’s cock leave him than it had been to have him inside, and wasn’t that just an awful thought? But Asher had had something inside him near constantly since yesterday—he’d slept like that. Now being without something in him felt… strange. Like something was missing.
He scowled at himself, not liking that thought at all either.
“I know sweetling,” Vrayl said with a smile as he easily pulled Asher into his lap.
“But you’ll only be empty for a little while, I promise.
Today you get to have meals impaled on one of our cocks.
No more training senchr! I know you’ll love that.
And then after breakfast, we bought you your very own takan, along with some other lovely new jahin. ”
From across the room, Trenet laughed as he got dressed, smiling at the both of them. “Telling him all about his new things, my mate? It could have been a surprise.”
“Oops?” Vrayl’s hisses sounded somehow playful, and Asher sighed, frustrated.
Their language was so foreign to him; all he’d been able to glean so far was possible interpretations of emotion or tone.
There were some words he could recognize as being repeated from yesterday, like senchr, he’d definitely learned that one.
But for the most part, he was still lost as to the meaning of his captors’ conversations.
At least understanding some emotion was something to work from.
Like being able to see Trenet and Vrayl smile and know that it wasn’t an angry grimace or bared teeth.
They seemed to express the emotions Asher had seen so far the way Humans did; smiling when happy or amused, frowning when upset.
It gave Asher a better chance at knowing what to expect, as if they displayed anger, he was sure he’d bear the brunt of it.
When Trenet had finished dressing—also in clothing that allowed easy access to his cock, Asher noticed, heart sinking—Vrayl picked him up and he and Trenet left the bedroom.
Asher hadn’t been given clothes, but he couldn’t say he was surprised by that.
They walked by several rooms before turning into one that Asher unfortunately recognized. The bathing room.
His heart rate spiked automatically, but then he reminded himself that Trenet and Vrayl were both dressed. If they didn’t intend to toss him into the pool to sink, they probably weren’t taking him into the pool at all.
Sure enough, Vrayl walked past the pool, heading towards the area where Asher had relieved himself yesterday.
Asher gritted his teeth, digging them into the gag as his jaw tensed, but he got through that too. He had to squeeze his eyes shut and just try to pretend he was anywhere but here, but at least it was over relatively quickly and Asher was completely clean after.
Small mercies, he guessed, feeling worn through.
Once that was done, Trenet took a seat on a stool—stone again—that was in front of a countertop and mirror, one Asher hadn’t noticed before. Vrayl sat next to him in a matching stool, and then Asher was deposited into Trenet’s lap, sitting sideways, away from Vrayl.
What now? Asher thought tiredly.
He looked to the mirror in time to see Vrayl touch his hair, plucking up Asher’s braid with careful fingers.
Looking at it now for the first time, Asher realized that the braid was a style he didn’t recognize.
Instead of a three strand braid or a fishtail braid, his hair had been twisted into sections, and those sections then twisted around each other.
Asher watched as Vrayl took the tie out of the end then deftly began to untwist his hair. Even though Vrayl’s hands were so big in comparison to Asher’s, the Dresht’s fingers were nimble.
“So lovely, Asher,” Vrayl crooned, combing his fingers through the red strands without yanking or pulling. “Lovely and soft, like Dreshtian silk.”
Vrayl then picked up a comb from the lip of the counter. A comb, not a brush that would have made Asher’s hair go frizzy. As if Vrayl had paid attention to what Asher’s hair specifically might have needed.
Asher’s eyes fell closed as Vrayl began to comb his hair, unable to help the quiet moan that dropped out of his mouth. Fuck, it always felt so good to have his hair played with and tended to. It was an intimacy he’d missed, alone without his family or his friends on Vader-X7.
Vrayl seemed to be perfectly happy to take his time combing Asher’s hair out. Asher realized after several minutes that both he and Trenet were making a rumble sound from deep within their chests.
It was nice, hearing it. Feeling it reverberate through him. It made Asher kind of mad, how nice it was, to sit and feel that rumble while his hair was played with.
Because that was what he was to these two, wasn’t it? A toy to be played with.
If only they also wanted to dress me up like a doll, Asher thought mutinously to himself. Then at least I’d get clothes.
Eventually the comb stopped moving through his hair, and Asher felt his hair start to be gathered into sections. He forced his eyes back open to watch Vrayl work, because paying attention to how a braid was styled so that he could replicate it himself was at least familiar.
Even if the chances of Asher getting his mitts off anytime soon were looking bleak.
When he looked in the mirror to observe Vrayl, Asher was struck by what he saw in the full light of the bathing room.
He saw himself first, and had to swallow and glance away for a moment before bringing his gaze back up.
Asher hadn’t had a larger mirror on Journey-5, only the compact he’d brought with him from his older-middle sister.
Aside from that, the only time he really “saw” himself was in pools of still water.
It was very different seeing himself now and how thin he really was.
He didn’t quite have that sunken look of starvation, but his cheekbones were more pronounced than they’d ever been, and his collarbone stood out much too far.
He’d never been bulky even when he’d been well fed, but now, sitting naked like this in Trenet’s lap, Asher could see his ribs all too clearly.
And then, bracketing him, were Vrayl and Trenet.
Even now, after all his horrors, Asher could still recognize their otherworldly beauty.
Their cobalt blue coloring and the sheen of their scales, the tasteful gold jewelry in Trenet’s ears and the interesting orange spots on Vrayl’s cheeks—they were lovely to look at, really.
Still, Asher would have much rather be back on Journey-5 and not in their arms, waiting for what next they chose to do with him.
“See how lovely you are?” Trenet said, one of his big hands stroking up and down Asher’s thigh. “So lovely and so soft and so small. And you look so pretty like this, enjoying our mate playing with your hair.”
“Pretty and sweet,” Vrayl said with a smile as he twisted Asher’s hair around itself. “Our sweet, precious one.”
Asher turned away from the mirror, hiding his face in Trenet’s chest. He didn’t want to see himself in the mirror, held between them, and watch Trenet and Vrayl play at intimacy with their new pet toy.
He felt Trenet exhale, then lift his hand from Asher’s thigh to curl around his back, encircling Asher completely in a mockery of an embrace. “That’s it, little love. Just enjoy. All you have to do from now on is enjoy. Anything you’ll ever want is yours.”
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Asher’s heart sank when the next stop was the dining room, table already filled with a number of dishes. He was hungry, of course he was hungry, it seemed like he was always hungry these days, but he knew he still wouldn’t be able to recognize any of the dishes.
Maybe there will be the berries again, he thought hopefully.
He could eat those, and they had been so good.
Not especially filling unfortunately, but they had briefly calmed the cramping pains that had plagued him for the last few weeks of winter on Journey-5, as he’d had to ration his food stores more and more.
Vrayl took a seat on one of the chairs and then fiddled with his clothes, adjusting his pants in a way Asher couldn’t really see from the way Trenet was holding him. Then Vrayl held out his arms and Trenet lowered Asher down.
He only had a moment to register something blunt and hot nudging at his hole before Vrayl was pulling Asher down into his lap, impaling Asher on his cock in slow, inch by inch increments.
Asher wailed as Vrayl’s cock bullied its way inside his body, writhing as each inch breached him.
It was so much. It was so much. And while Asher was still open from having Trenet inside him all night and Vrayl’s cock was slick with something that eased the way, Asher hadn’t been expecting to be fucked right here at the dining table.
He was stretched and so sore and sensitive that being fucked made all his nerves yell, but it was the surprise, the shock of being taken before they ate that hurt most.