Chapter 8
Asher was almost grateful for the gag once it was held up to his mouth, thankful that it meant that Trenet and Vrayl were finished with trying to feed him.
They’d let him eat the entire bowl of Olo, but then had made attempts at getting him to eat several more dishes, including one that had looked like fingers, in a sticky glaze.
Asher had only just kept from bursting into tears when Trenet had tried to make him open his mouth for it, and he’d nearly lost what little he’d eaten.
So when Vrayl held up the gag, Asher opened for it practically eagerly, sagging back against Vrayl’s chest when the beep told him it was secured in place. He’d gotten through another meal. For now, he was safe.
In one way at least, he thought darkly, trying to move in Vrayl’s lap to relieve some of the pressure of that long cock hitting so deep inside. All it did was force a muffled moan from his mouth as the new stimulation reminded him of just how sensitive he was.
“Look at how he relaxes when he has his humshus,” Trenet said with a smile as he looked over at Vrayl. The two Dresht had begun their own breakfast now that Asher was gagged once again. “And just listen to his pleased little sounds! He’s so happy to have you inside him.”
“I can’t wait to see him with his new jahin,” Vrayl said, and though Asher couldn’t see the Dresht’s face, the tone of his growls sounded like maybe Vrayl was smiling too.
“That’s it, isn’t it, Asher? You just need your jahin to feel secure.
Well, don’t you worry, we’ll give you venigash for as long as you need it, so you won’t have to worry about food if that’s too hard for you. ”
Asher sighed out around the gag. There were so many nuances to their speech, and it was so fast. He’d trained himself with learning the Almari language to pick out repeated words, or words that had specific emphasis placed on them.
He thought he sort of recognized humshus as something relating to him, and he was pretty sure he’d heard them say jahin more than once.
But without any other context clues, he couldn’t even begin to guess what those words might mean.
Trying to pay attention to the Dreshtian speech was taxing, made all the more difficult by the fact that Vrayl’s cock was still inside him, loudly reannouncing its presence with every small movement Vrayl made as he ate or spoke.
Asher found himself drifting as the meal progressed, zoning out and letting the conversation become a strange sort of white noise.
He slumped back further against Vrayl, whimpering at how the change in angle further stimulated that bundle of nerves he had inside him but unwilling to try to do anything else about it.
He knew, in a hazy sort of way, that he’d gotten hard at some point since getting his gag back.
His body had been relieved of some of its panic at being forced to eat, and so had decided to stand at attention now that the danger had been taken away, if only for the moment.
“Krish, look at him,” he heard Trenet say. “Hard and leaking for us from simply being speared open on your cock.”
Vrayl’s fingers gently pet over Asher’s hair. Were they done eating? “I know Eral mentioned how responsive his Human yshain is, but…”
“It’s something else to see it happen in person, and see it happen so beautifully,” Trenet said. “I know.”
“Such a treasure,” Vrayl said, his growls quiet. “Such a perfect treasure.”
There was a sudden ding sound, bell-like and non-abrasive.
“That will be our deliveries,” Trenet said, getting to his feet.
He bent down to where Asher was seated and cupped his cheek.
Asher blinked slowly at him, starting to surface from where he’d drifted down.
“The venigash to fill you and then your new jahin for comfort, little love. I’ll be so happy and proud to carry you with me all day. ”
Vrayl chuckled. “Well, go on. Don’t keep our sweet Asher waiting.”
Trenet nodded and then was rising again, up and up, fuck, why were he and Vrayl so big?
Trenet turned and headed out of the dining room, and Asher noticed with bemusement that he seemed to be walking quicker than usual.
Had that ding sound signaled something important?
Asher had heard his name and that word again, jahin, along with venigash—he was pretty sure he’d recognized that word too, from repetition.
So presumably Trenet had gone to get whatever those things were? And it stood to reason they were… for Asher somehow.
Oh no, Asher thought, with horrible realization. The senchr—the… the plug. Were venigash and jahin similar? Was their purpose to further demean and incapacitate him?
Behind him, Vrayl began to hum, something happy or pleased by the tune, as his tail came up to twine around Asher’s leg and his hands started to move again. One wrapped around Asher’s upper torso, caging him completely, and the other dipped low, to splay over his belly.
They both certainly like touching there, Asher thought grumpily.
“You won’t be ready for a Season for some time, sweetling, and I’m sorry I have to tell you so,” Vrayl said.
Murmured really, with how quiet his growls got.
“But you’ll love the venigash. They’ll make you so very full.
All you’ll have to do is enjoy it. There’s no more hardship waiting for you, Asher. You’re safe with us.”
Venigash again, also with his name. It was almost definitely something specifically for Asher.
Fantastic, Asher thought wearily. He was scared to find out what it could be, but at the same time, he was almost too exhausted from the constant fear to care.
Whatever venigash were, he’d just have to bear it.
His body would bend or it would break, and there wasn’t a single fucking thing he could do about it.
Asher closed his eyes and ground his teeth into the gag, swallowing the bitter sounds that wanted to escape him. He didn’t open his eyes when he heard the footsteps denoting Trenet’s return.
“So relaxed already,” Trenet said in his deep rumble. Asher heard the sound of something being set down on the floor next to Vrayl’s seat. “Just from having your cock inside. No wonder the Match agency suggested the takan and the kanto to help him settle.”
“He’s so soft and sweet like this,” Vrayl said. “But he’ll be even sweeter with his new jahin. Why don’t you secure the takan, my heart. Then you can give him the venigash while I hold him.”
Asher heard the tinny sound of metal—something being opened, perhaps? But he refused to open his eyes. He didn’t need to see what horrors awaited him. All he could do was get through it.
“Look at him—eyes closed, practically drifting. Let’s give him his kanto and his tirlak before the venigash to further help him settle.”
“My smart mate.”
Someone—Trenet, it had to be, as Vrayl’s hands were still very much still stroking Asher’s belly and thighs—picked up Asher’s right hand.
There was a quick succession of beeps, and then the mitt was pulled off, the cuff leaving his wrist. Asher’s eyes opened automatically to look down at his hand, finally free of the awful bondage.
He watched in disbelief as Trenet repeated the sequence on his left hand, freeing that too.
Had… had he been mistaken? Was he getting a break, somehow?
Vrayl’s hands moved, and then before Asher knew it, they were closing around Asher’s forearms. The Dresht’s hold was gentle but immovable. Even when Asher tried to pull away, he couldn’t make his arms move an inch.
“Hurry with the tirlak my heart,” Vrayl said. “He’s so uncertain without his mitts—he’s trying to reach for them.”
Trenet nodded and held up a strange sort of tube with a slit running the whole length of it that appeared to be made of a rubbery type of material. Asher tried to shrink back, but there was nowhere to go; Vrayl was holding him fast.
Trenet closed the tube around Asher’s left forearm, and Asher made a high note of terror when the thing sealed itself shut around his arm.
He could only watch, heart pounding loudly in his ears, as Trenet closed the tube around his right forearm next, before manipulating Asher’s hands to touch his opposite elbows, sealed in place by the tube.
And when Asher, chest heaving with panic, tried to lift his arms, he couldn’t see any way to get the tube off.
His arms and hands had been completely immobilized and made entirely useless.
No! He tried to yank his hands apart, but no amount of force would move them. No, no, no!
“Quickly, the kanto next,” Vrayl said. “I think he sees the venigash and he wants them badly.” Vrayl nuzzled at Asher’s hair. “Shh, Asher, it’s alright. We’ll give them to you, we promise.”
Asher tried to throw his head back, but he was so well and truly trapped that all he did was rattle his own ears, Vrayl seemingly totally unaffected.
He was so caught up in his panic that he didn’t realize Trenet had gotten much closer until his chin was held still and something dark and all-encompassing fell over his vision.
He felt a band go around his head, his hair moved out of the way of it, and then there was the tell-tale beep of it being secured into place.
And Asher’s world was completely devoid of sight.
A blindfold. One that was so secure and well-made that not even hints of light penetrated through. He’d been blindfolded and his arms had been thoroughly bound, and if Asher had thought he was at Trenet and Vrayl’s mercy before, nothing he had yet experienced compared to this.
The inside texture of the tube as well as the blindfold was cool and so smooth it was almost soft, and neither chafed.
The tube was much lighter than the mitts, and didn’t make him feel dragged down with the weight of it.
The blindfold appeared to fit perfectly, bridging over his nose in a way that was comfortable, and the band didn’t hurt his head or tug at his hair.
And none of that fucking mattered, because he couldn’t use his arms or hands and he couldn’t see.
This time Asher couldn’t hold the tears back, shaking in Vrayl’s strong arms and crying for what he’d lost. His freedom now, first and foremost, but also the life he’d left behind those three years ago.
When his oldest sister smuggled him aboard the export ship, Asher had known he’d never see his family again.
Never see his friends, never again set foot on the cold, familiar ground of Vader-X7.
He’d tried his best to make a life on Journey-5 and he’d been doing it.
It hadn’t been easy, and sometimes it felt like there had only been hardship after hardship, between the loneliness, the rough way of living, the hunger in the winter months.
But… but Asher had thought that he could have been happy there, if he’d just tried harder. Been better. He was doing his best and he had been getting closer to a life where he could have been happy.
And now that was all gone.
Suddenly, strong hands curled around him, and Asher wailed as he was lifted up, Vrayl’s cock finally sliding out of him.
He hiccuped and clenched around nothing as he was settled back on Vrayl’s thighs, leaned against his chest. What had to be a tail curled around his right ankle, pulling it to the side, and then another tail repeated the same with his left ankle, so that Asher’s legs were splayed out, his hips tilted up. Baring him more fully to the room.
The blindfold meant that he had no idea what to expect, not even a clue as to what might be coming. Asher shivered between them, tears still leaking from his eyes, unimpeded by whatever the blindfold was made of as they slid down his cheeks.
“Don’t worry, little love, they’re coming.” That was Vrayl, from behind him, his hands stroking over Asher’s skin. “You aren’t ready for a Season, but Trenet will still give you a clutch to fill you up.”
Asher jolted when something slick and warm touched his exposed hole. It… it felt too wide to be a finger. More bulbous than anything. Was it another senchr? Just one that was a slightly different shape?
Whatever it was, he opened easily for it after warming Vrayl’s cock all morning. The smooth, slick thing wasn’t quite as wide as Trenet or Vrayl, and Asher was furious that he was grateful for it.
“You’re taking your venigash beautifully, little love,” Trenet said, his voice coming from—in front and slightly below, as he pushed the thing further inside. Venigash again—was that what this thing was?
Asher moaned as Trenet’s fingers withdrew and his body closed around the venigash.
It was a strange weight inside him. Not pleasant, it could never be that, but not wholly unpleasant either.
Just strange. Asher had had something inside him practically since he’d woken up yesterday, gagged and bound in Trenet and Vrayl’s home.
He didn’t want this venigash in him at all, definitely not!
But at least it was something he could withstand.
“Krish, look at him,” Vrayl was saying. “Look at how he’s relaxing already. Quick, my heart, give him another. What a sweet little thing—”
There was another touch to his hole, the same smooth, slick, warm shape that Asher recognized as the venigash. They were putting a second one inside him? He wasn’t… he wasn’t done?
“That’s good,” Trenet rumbled as he pushed the second venigash into Asher’s body. “That’s so very good, Asher.”
Asher cried out as the second venigash met the first, deep inside of him. Trenet’s fingers stroked his inner walls before they withdrew for a second time.
He was unsurprised when, moments later, he felt the smooth, slick touch of a third venigash to his entrance.
He was unsurprised, but he couldn’t help sobbing anyway.