Chapter 9
Time went soft and sticky for Asher as venigash after venigash was forced inside him.
With the blindfold making it impossible to see what was coming, how many more there were left, and his body completely immobilized between the thing securing his arms and Vrayl and Trenet’s hold on him, Asher sunk into a sort of haze, oddly distanced from his body.
Part of him was still present, feeling every new intrusion viscerally, but the rest of him simply drifted.
He was aware of the sounds dropping out of his mouth, not all of them unhappy, as the pressure inside him grew.
He was aware of Vrayl’s claw tips carding through his bangs and scratching pleasantly over his scalp.
He was aware of both Trenet and Vrayl making rumbling sounds from deep within their chests, which was almost soothing—a contrast to how everything else felt.
“Vitals say that’s his limit for now,” Asher heard Vrayl say, as the Dresht pet over and over Asher’s swollen belly. “Oh little love, you did so well. Taking your venigash so beautifully.”
“And you’ll be able to take more as the days pass,” Trenet said from still in front and below him.
Asher felt what could only be a mouth press to his inner thigh, but he couldn’t seem to summon the energy to be scared about it.
“The venigash will give you nutrients and help keep you healthy and strong as they prepare your body for even greater pleasures.”
He felt more than heard Vrayl chuckle behind him.
“I think our Asher deserves some more pleasures right now,” Vrayl said, splaying his large palm over Asher’s belly and then pressing just slightly, making Asher moan, hips twitching up.
“He’s been hard and leaking for us since breakfast. We’ve been remiss in our duties. ”
“We certainly can’t have that,” Trenet replied. “Our yshain deserves better.”
Asher heard himself let out a blurred sort of sound, closer to a whine than anything else.
He was so full. He was so, so fucking full.
Never in a million light years had he ever dreamed of taking anything inside him at all, but certainly never like this.
Certainly never so much. The pressure was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced before, made all the more devastating by the fact that he couldn’t see.
His whole world was narrowed to that feeling of fullness. All he could do was sink into it.
Then, suddenly, something hot and wet and familiar closed around his cock. Asher jolted at the feeling of being swallowed up, the tongue laving up and down his length unwelcome and terrifying and—and it felt good.
Sudden anger reared up, sharp and hot. Asher hated that it felt good.
He hated that Trenet and Vrayl were going to force him to feel pleasure again after everything else they continued to inflict upon him.
As though they were rewarding him for good behavior.
Their good little pet, given a treat after doing a trick.
He wouldn’t succumb to that. He wouldn’t be their little toy.
Not when he could hear every chuckle, no doubt them laughing about how stupid and pathetic they thought he was, their captive Human.
Not when these two Dresht had every power over him and Asher was bound and gagged and blindfolded, so fucking helpless to do anything aside from refuse to bow to their whims.
The calm he’d sunk into fell away, and Asher writhed blindly in Vrayl’s lap, shaking his head back and forth so hard that his ears started ringing as he made muffled sounds of protest. He couldn’t move his arms much at all, bound the way they were, but that didn’t stop him from trying anyway, yanking them in opposite directions as much as he was able.
Maybe this little rebellion would make them show their true colors.
Maybe they’d decide he was too much trouble to keep alive.
Maybe they would no longer stop at just tasting him.
Whatever happened, at least Asher would be able to say that he staged some sort of protest to his treatment. That he didn’t just lie down and accept what Trenet and Vrayl chose to subject him to.
“Shh, shh, Asher,” Vrayl crooned, curling a hand around Asher’s chin to hold his head steady. Asher wailed and tried to move his head at all, to no avail. “Trenet is going to give you what you need.”
The mouth pulled off of Asher’s cock, and Asher took a great heaving breath, trembling in Vrayl’s arms. Did it work? Did they listen to him?
“Little love, are you upset with us, that we left you wanting for so long?” Trenet asked, the lift in his growls denoting a question. Asher shivered. What was he asking Vrayl now? Vrayl had said Asher’s name—they had to be discussing his behavior.
What would Asher’s punishment be for acting out?
“And I’m sure it doesn’t help that we promised him a takan,” Vrayl said, his other hand once again moving to palm Asher’s belly. “That’s it, isn’t it, sweetling. You just want your takan before your pleasure.”
Asher wasn’t expecting it when Vrayl stood, taking Asher with him.
He cried out in fright as he was moved without being able to see what was happening.
He was turned in the air, and for a heart-stopping moment he thought he was about to be dropped to the ground, with no way to catch himself or break his fall—
But then he was passed over into what could only be Trenet’s arms, the enormous Dresht nuzzling the top of Asher’s head.
“All will be well, little love. You’re safe with us.
We’ll provide you with everything you ever will need.
And we’re so honored to have such a sweet, beautiful yshain like you to call our own. ”
Asher squeezed his eyes shut and gnawed at his gag as Vrayl and Trenet did—something that involved pulling what felt like a fine, mesh material, soft like silk, underneath Asher’s ass and then up and over his back.
He was then pulled in, against Trenet’s body, until Asher’s cheek was resting against his chest. Trenet started up that deep, soothing rumble, but Asher bitterly ground his teeth into his gag and refused to be soothed.
Then someone’s arms started to lower Asher down.
Trenet? Vrayl? Asher couldn't tell—it felt like both of them were touching him everywhere, and the fine material flowed over Asher’s shoulders and up, almost…
almost like the cloth wraps used on Vader-X7 to carry infants. But that made no sense. Why—?
Something hot and blunt and horribly familiar touched Asher’s hole, and Asher, already so overwhelmed and so full, burst into fresh tears at the realization that they were going to fuck him like this, when he was so full to bursting that he ached with it.
I can’t! Please, I can’t! He had no more room left inside him. It was all taken up by the awful venigash, and now they expected him to take Trenet’s cock too?
I can’t!
He heard himself making high, thin sounds around his sobs, panicking and trapped and with nowhere to go. No way to escape. The only thing he could do was take it. Take what they were forcing upon him.
He moaned feebly as Trenet’s cock pressed into him.
It felt as though Asher was being opened up in some new way, his body being molded into something that was built to be this stuffed full.
He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see—his whole world was narrowed to Trenet’s cock fucking into him, joining the venigash that were already filling him to the brim.
Asher moaned again, slumping forward, more fully against Trenet’s chest, as the fight drained out of him. There was just nothing he could do. He was completely trapped and overpowered and there was nothing he could do about it.
There was nothing he could do but endure.
A hand landed on his head, stroking over his scalp and sweeping lower to gently massage his neck. “That’s lovely, Asher. You’re so lovely like this. So relaxed and happy and beautifully full.”
“The moment I pushed into his little hole, I felt him start to settle,” Trenet said, his deep voice echoing through Asher as Trenet’s cock continued to carve its way into Asher’s body. “He’s so special, my mate. So special and all ours.”
“And we’re his, my heart. Our beautiful little Asher… he knows we’d give him anything.”
Asher closed his eyes and worried at his gag with his teeth, groaning at how Trenet’s cock pushed the venigash deeper inside him. He felt so swollen with how they were filling him, his belly distended and aching.
Finally, finally, Trenet’s cock stopped its journey inward. Asher had done it. He’d taken the whole thing. That huge, thick cock, along with however many venigash had been put inside him.
A heat appeared at his back. Something pressing against him?
“You look like you’re feeling so good, little love,” Vrayl said, and it had to be his chest that was pressing to Asher’s back. “I know you’d be satisfied with just the venigash and our mate, but we would never keep pleasure from you when there’s so much of it we can provide.”
A heavy hand closed around Asher’s cock, forcing a new cry from Asher’s throat.
He hadn’t even realized that he was hard, the reaction taking a back seat to the dull ache radiating out from his swollen belly.
But he was hard, and Vrayl’s palm was slick, coaxing more cries from Asher’s mouth as he stroked Asher’s length.
“You’re so pretty like this, Asher,” Vrayl crooned. “With such a pretty little cocklett, cute and small and perfect.”
It was only a handful of strokes later when the confusing mix of fear and discomfort and arousal crashed over Asher and he went taut, coming into Vrayl’s hand.
“That’s lovely, dear heart—”
“So beautiful—”
Asher collapsed back down against Trenet’s chest, mind a buzz of white noise. He heard the growls and hisses of Trenet and Vrayl’s speech, but he was so overwhelmed by everything that he couldn’t bring himself to pay attention.
“We’re so, so fortunate to have you, little love,” Trenet rumbled, stroking a hand down Asher’s back. “Now why don’t we get some fresh air, hm? I’m honored to carry you.”
Asher felt Trenet take a step forward because Asher moved with him, the way he was still impaled on Trenet’s cock making it so that thick cock fucked him with the motion.
He keened in terror because—because—was Trenet going to be carrying Asher around like this?
Wearing Asher like Asher was… was his cocksleeve?
It seemed so, because Trenet continued to walk forward, Asher bouncing on his cock with every step, each fuck in stealing the breath from him. Fuck, he was so full.
So full, and so powerless.
Dimly, he heard Trenet and Vrayl start up a conversation as they continued to walk. Trenet kept up the bone-deep rumble that reverberated through Asher’s body, one huge hand gently stroking up and down Asher’s back.
Asher whimpered and settled back down against Trenet’s chest, the fight once again draining out of him. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to pretend he was anywhere but here.
***
With nothing to do and no way to gauge the passage of time, Asher found himself lulled into an almost meditative state as the day progressed.
The only thing he was aware of was the fullness in his belly and how every movement Trenet made fucked his thick cock slightly out and then back into Asher’s sore, stretched hole.
Every breath was a mixture of agony and bliss. That bundle of nerves inside him received constant stimulation, lighting him up, and the venigash and Trenet’s cock pressed so deep within him that Asher felt them with every swallow.
He was touched elsewhere too. His back was stroked, warm, firm sweeps up and down, interspersed with claw tips gently running up and down the bare skin.
His neck was massaged, his hair unbound and played with, fingers and combs carding through his waves, no doubt made wavier from the twist they had been in before.
It all felt so delicious, making Asher shiver with pleasure, a juxtaposition from the ache in his belly and deep inside the core of him.
He’d spent three long, lonely years on Journey-5, without the touch of another.
With his sight and autonomy taken away, it was all too easy to sink into the simple delight of being touched, and touched with such gentleness.
He sucked on the gag in his mouth, moaning around it whenever Trenet changed position, driving his cock deeper into Asher’s body.
At some point he and Vrayl must have taken a seat somewhere, because Asher could feel how he was now sitting in Trenet’s lap, as opposed to just hanging in space but for the way he was secured to the Dresht as his living cocksleeve.
Dimly, he registered the fact that Trenet and Vrayl were speaking to each other, though their growls and hisses blurred together into simply a background sound.
“This was such a good idea,” Vrayl was saying. He was behind Asher again, and that was who had to be playing with Asher’s hair. “He’s calmed so considerably. You just needed to feel safe and secure, didn’t you, little love. Krish, so soft and sweet for us.”
“Such a happy little yshain,” Trenet growled low as big, warm fingers touched Asher’s hole, feeling out where he and Trenet were joined.
Asher whimpered and twitched his hips as much as he was able, not sure if he was trying to move away or trying to take those big fingers too.
“Built for pleasure. Such a perfect treasure.”
As fingers and claws and tails continued to caress him, as Trenet and the venigash continued to fill him up, someone’s hand, warm and slick, closed around Asher’s cock once more, somehow hard again even amid everything. Coaxing him to spill.
Asher was helpless but to obey.