Chapter 10
Asher cuddled further into Trenet’s chest, rubbing his cheek against the smooth, soft fabric of the top the Dresht was wearing.
Trenet was walking again, bouncing Asher on his cock with every step, and Asher groaned softly at the feeling of that thick cock fucking in and out of his hole.
How long had it been that they were like this?
Asher had no idea. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to know.
When Trenet sat again, the change in position pushing his cock even deeper into Asher’s body, Asher’s cry was muffled by both his gag and the way he had pushed his face into Trenet’s big body.
He felt more than heard Trenet chuckle and close his arms around Asher in a firm embrace before the Dresht let go, though he kept one large hand pressed securely over Asher’s back—able to span almost the whole of it.
The sounds of conversation floated through Asher’s ears, as well as clinking sounds that were… utensils on plates, maybe? Were Trenet and Vrayl eating a meal?
Asher’s thoughts were syrupy and slow, but now that it had been brought to his attention, he realized that he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since the olo at breakfast, and that hadn’t been especially filling.
But he wasn’t hungry or thirsty at all now, and breakfast had to have been hours ago, if only because Trenet and Vrayl were eating again.
Now that Asher thought about it, hadn’t they also had something to eat earlier, when they had been outside?
Asher had felt the sun on his skin and a pleasant breeze flow around him, along with distant sounds of unfamiliar animals, so he was fairly positive they’d been outdoors.
He was certain Trenet and Vrayl had had a snack or meal at some point then too.
It stood to reason that this might be the third meal of the day, and thus it was even later than Asher imagined. If the Dresht followed a typical three meal a day structure, that meant that he’d been cockwarming Trenet for the entire day.
He waited for them to remove his gag so that they could try to feed him, but as the meal progressed, nothing happened. Trenet and Vrayl kept up a conversation while they ate, and Asher was left alone.
He was glad they weren’t trying to feed him. He didn’t want to have to deal with how hard it was to reject food, but aside from that, he was already full. With the venigash in his belly and Trenet’s cock plugging him up to keep them there, there was no room left inside Asher for food.
That didn’t really explain the lack of thirst though.
On Journey-5, fresh water had thankfully been plentiful, as long as Asher avoided the streams where fiffrant’n flowers floated on top, since the flowers and their secretions were mildly toxic to Humans.
He’d spent less time being thirsty there—it was the hunger that came for him and wore him down.
There had been plenty of days that Asher had quenched his thirst and then continued to drink, in a feeble attempt to trick himself into feeling fuller.
Certainly that wasn’t an issue for him now.
But why wasn’t he thirsty? It made no sense. And with nothing to do and no additional stimulation while Trenet and Vrayl had their meal, Asher puzzled over this, worrying at his gag with his teeth.
While he still didn’t want them to take stupid gag out because he didn’t want them to try to feed him, his jaw ached.
The ball in Asher’s mouth wasn’t overly big, though it still muffled him effectively, but keeping his mouth open for such a prolonged period of time without rest wasn’t the most comfortable.
They’d have to pry the dumb gag out of his mouth though. He was too full to eat anything at all, even olo or those berries. The venigash filled him completely.
Wait.
A sudden thought came to Asher. Was that it? Were the venigash… truly filling him, somehow? Slaking his hunger and thirst?
Asher supposed it… could make sense. That there was some sort of advancement there, in the purpose of the venigash. But… why?
Was it truly to nourish him? Because Asher wouldn’t eat?
Asher shifted around on Trenet’s lap, suddenly restless.
No, that was ridiculous. Trenet and Vrayl had bound and blindfolded him and stuffed him to the brim, and then Trenet had fucked into Asher’s hole, turning Asher into a living cocksleeve.
He’d worn Asher the whole fucking day. This was just another way to humiliate and degrade him.
“He’s starting to get fussy,” Trenet rumbled, smoothing that large, warm palm up and down Asher’s back. “Probably ready for bed, aren’t you, little love.”
“And having the venigash inside him means he won’t need to use the facilities, so we can skip straight to bathtime,” Vrayl said, his growls sounding oddly cheerful. “And I’ll get to wash his lovely hair again.”
Trenet stroked Asher’s hair, which had been unbound at some point to fall in loose waves down his back.
Despite everything, Asher found himself humming in pleasure and tilting his head into the touch as gentle claw tips carded through his hair.
“You hear that, Asher? You’re going to spoil our mate, what with how often he wants to play with your pretty hair. ”
“No Dresht would ever blame me,” Vrayl said, followed by the sound of him rising to his feet. “Our Asher is the most perfect yshain anyone could ever ask for.”
“Mm,” Trenet said, as he too stood. The movement and change in angle made Asher moan feebly as gravity helped to fuck Trenet’s cock deeper into him. “The perfect yshain for us.”
Trenet began to walk again and Asher could hear Vrayl next to him, the two of them keeping up a conversation, but one that Asher could in no way pay attention to.
Fuck, but warming Trenet’s cock was hard enough when the Dresht was simply sitting or standing and not moving, but Trenet walking was the most difficult thing to endure.
Asher was almost used to the rhythm of it, after an entire day of Trenet fucking in and out of his hole, but he was so, so stretched and sore and sensitive now.
He felt thoroughly used and tender inside, and like his body had somehow been changed by having the venigash and Trenet’s cock in him for so long.
Asher was so distracted by his discomfort that he didn’t register the change in temperature or the sound of soft splashing until he felt what could only be warm water touch his bare feet. That was when he clocked the warm, humid air and the sound of gently lapping water.
They were taking him into the pool.
Oh no, no, no, they were taking him into the pool like this, blindfolded and bound so that his hands and arms were completely useless. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t move and he couldn’t see. And they were taking him into the water.
Everything in Asher seized up in panic, a panic that had mostly deserted him after spending so many hours as a cocksleeve.
Now it reared back up, loud and ugly, and Asher couldn’t help the great, heaving, rapid breaths he started to take.
All he could think was that he was about to drown.
He would sink to the bottom of that warm pool while still wearing the arm bondage and his blindfold and his gag, and he would never be able to break through to the surface.
I’m going to die. Asher couldn’t seem to get enough air, frozen stiff against the large body holding him. I’m going to die, I’m going to die.
Ping! Ping ping ping!
“Oh no, Asher, shh, it’s okay.” Hands came up to stroke his back, to card through his hair. “It’s just the baths, sweetling. Remember? To relax you and get you clean.”
“This is the second time,” came the deep growl from in front of him.
Asher shivered and hiccuped, huddling against the broad chest it was coming from.
“Do you think it’s possible he’s distressed by the bath in some way?
” Then a cheek nuzzled the top of his head.
“You’re safe, Asher. You’re safe. You’re home, little love. ”
Asher registered his name, felt the gentle touches, but it was impossible to find his calm again, every nerve ending alight with terror. Spots danced behind his eyelids as he continued to struggle to take a full breath.
Ping ping ping!
“Of course!” The hiss was loud and shocking, and Asher made a wounded sound high in his throat to hear it. They had to be angry. They had to be angry with him. What would they do to him as punishment? Would they—would they let him sink?
The hissing and growls continued. “He must be remembering Journey-5 and how dangerous water was for him there. The fiffrant’n flowers that grow on freshwater bodies are toxic to Humans. Our poor Asher, they must have made him so sick…”
“My smart mate, that makes perfect sense. Let’s bathe quickly then. There will be time for luxuriating when our yshain isn’t reliving bad memories.”
Asher registered something soft and warm and wet stroking over each of his limbs, one by one, and then across his chest. The fabric that was covering his back, helping to keep him attached to Trenet, was moved aside so the cloth, it had to be a cloth, could work down his back and lower, where he and Trenet were still joined.
He sat there in the water, caged in Trenet’s arms, and continued to shiver despite the warmth, as claw tips ran through his wet hair, followed by that cloth again. By now the panic had receded just enough for Asher to realize that he was being bathed, not drowned.
It didn’t make him feel any better.
***
Asher made it out of the bath and was dried off, still bound and blindfolded and sitting on Trenet’s cock. He had no idea how the blindfold or the tube binding his arms didn’t feel waterlogged or start chafing, but that was probably superior Dreshtian make.
How fucking lucky am I, he thought bitterly.
He choked on a fresh cry when Trenet took a seat, not expecting the change in angle.
Fuck, fuck, he was so sore and sensitive.
Asher wasn’t built to have anything inside him at all, much less half a dozen venigash and a cock as thick as Trenet’s.
It felt like every twitch had them grinding against that bundle of nerves inside him, the ones that lit up his spine.
He’d been forced to hardness all damn day, coaxed to spill over and over and over again.
Asher had lost count how many times he’d come.
He’d probably come more today than the combined total of times for the rest of his life.
Maybe that was pathetic, but it had just never had felt safe before, on Vader-X7.
Not when the fact that he had a cock at all meant a one-way trip to the kitchens if he were ever found out.
And on Journey-5, he was too busy simply trying to survive to have much energy or inclination left for getting off.
It was pathetic that even though so much of his experience with Trenet and Vrayl was horrible and terrifying and humiliating, other parts had been… nice.
Like right now, sure he was—he was still impaled on Trenet’s cock, but Trenet was emitting that soothing rumble, vibrating Asher’s whole being in a way that made him feel loose and easy, and Vrayl was humming and combing out Asher’s hair.
And it had been just so long, so terribly long since Asher had been touched.
Where the Almari had been concerned, so long since he’d been treated with gentleness instead of callousness.
So long since someone had played with and tended to his hair.
Asher had… always sort of hoped he’d one day meet someone who would tend to his hair.
It was such a special, intimate sort of closeness.
When he’d said goodbye to his moms and older sisters, he’d known that that had meant his only chance at it would have been a good friend. A good friend or a—a lover.
Asher bit his teeth into his gag and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to think about what he could have had. What he’d lost, in becoming a captive here.
“I’ve been thinking,” Trenet said, rubbing Asher’s back. “You know how I mentioned that Eral and Ronet are going to be taking their yshain on a vacation to the Falls?”
“Yes, of course,” Vrayl said as he continued to comb Asher’s hair dry.
“Maybe some change in scenery would be good for Asher. The climate and flora at the Falls are quite similar to Journey-5. Perhaps it might help him finally start to feel safe if we take him somewhere familiar, but show him how it’s safe now, how he’s safe now, with us.
Especially if we continue to use the takan and other jahin to show him that we’ll always be with him.
That he’ll always have us to care for him. ”
“My smart, smart mate,” Vrayl said. “That’s an excellent idea.”
The hand left Asher’s back. “Then I’ll book us a cottage right now. We can leave tomorrow. An extended stay might be best, don’t you think? Spare no expense.”
Vrayl laughed. “Of course not. Not for our wonderful Asher.”