Chapter 11
The next morning unfolded much like the previous day—or so Asher thought, since he still couldn’t see.
Trenet and Vrayl had taken off the blindfold for bedtime, and had unstrapped him from the—the takan; Asher had heard them use the word enough to think that that was what the thing was called, that kept him attached to Trenet.
But in the morning, they’d put the blindfold right back on again, for all that Asher had cried and shaken his head and tried to protest.
From there—he wasn’t sure what was happening. He wasn’t offered the chance to relieve himself, but… for some reason Asher didn’t need to. He also wasn’t full anymore. The venigash were no longer inside him. Had they dissolved? Had he absorbed them?
Had… had Trenet or Vrayl taken them out while Asher was sleeping?
He didn’t know and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. So all he did was sit there, docile, as Trenet held him securely while Vrayl combed and braided his hair.
Once that was finished, he was carried to breakfast. There he was once again sat on Vrayl’s cock—it had to be Vrayl’s, for how long it was, how deep it reached inside Asher.
Breakfast was miserable.
Without his sight, Asher had no way of identifying what it was they were offering him.
He couldn’t tell whether or not the food was a plant or something prepared, and he couldn’t take that chance.
Scared that they would try to pop a morsel into his mouth if he opened it to protest, all he could do was repeat no in Almari over and over again through clenched teeth.
He didn’t even dare try to demand olo, because how was he to know that they’d actually give him the leaves, or switch them out for something else?
He couldn’t know because he couldn’t see. So he couldn't risk it.
Eventually, his gag was pressed to his lips. Asher opened for it, tears running down his cheeks. He was so furious and frustrated and tired of being terrified of every little thing.
“I don’t understand,” Vrayl said from behind him. He was palming Asher’s belly again, empty of the venigash, as he and Trenet ate their own breakfast. “It’s so obvious how much he wants and needs his humshus. He’s so eager for it. But his stress levels increase each time we give it back to him.”
“Remember what the missive said? Jahin can sometimes cause elevated stress levels,” Trenet replied. “A yshain so used to unsafe circumstances can sometimes be uncertain about offered respite. And our poor little love still has such trouble believing he’s safe.”
“I hate that he’s refusing food,” Vrayl said. “It must be so hard for him. I’m glad we have another dose of venigash to give him tomorrow.”
Asher jolted. Venigash? Were they going to put more inside him? They’d done that yesterday after breakfast. Was he going to have to now live with that fullness every day? Could he?
Except Trenet and Vrayl finished their breakfast without mentioning them again. The falls was repeated over and over, whatever that meant, along with Eral, Ronet, and yshain.
Asher had heard the word yshain a number of times now. Whatever that was had to be important.
When they were finished eating, Vrayl purred and encircled Asher’s hips with his big hands, bouncing Asher in his lap until Vrayl spilled inside him and Asher came all over his stomach, without even a hand on his cock.
A warm, wet tongue that had to be Trenet’s licked up his spill, and then Asher was picked up and turned so he and Vrayl were chest to chest. Asher was lowered back down on Vrayl’s cock, the fabric of the takan coming up to surround him again.
Asher couldn’t help the bitter, helpless sounds that escaped him as Vrayl began to walk, fucking in and out of Asher’s sensitive hole with every step.
***
There was no indication that anything about the morning was different—or at least, nothing that Asher was able to pick up on. He had only been with Trenet and Vrayl for two days, so he had no idea what their routines were like.
Except this morning the two of them seemed more active than they were yesterday. Vrayl was moving, reaching, bending, every action making Asher whimper. Trenet seemed to be doing lifting—and there was the sound of something rolling along the floor as Vrayl moved.
Finally, Vrayl was seated again, both his arms coming to encircle Asher as the Dresht nuzzled the top of Asher’s head.
“We’re on our way, little love. I just know you’ll love the Falls.”
There it was again, the Falls. What was that? Was it a food? A… destination? Asher supposed that maybe all the moving could have been packing. If it were a place, why would they be going somewhere else?
Suddenly a loud rumble and vibration started up, making Asher yelp and huddle pathetically against Vrayl. What was going on? What was happening? Fuck, he wished he could see!
Moments later he felt a familiar swooping in his stomach, along with a sudden change in air pressure. Which meant they had to be… on an aircraft?
So he’d been right. They were traveling somewhere. And it seemed Trenet was at the controls, Vrayl right next to him.
At least that was much more preferable to them being on a public craft, where anyone who cared to look would be able to see Asher strapped to Vrayl as a helpless little cocksleeve.
“Vrayl and I are big intergalactic travelers, little love.” Trenet’s deep growls carried over the sound of the ship. “For business as well as pleasure. We’ve been hoping for a yshain of our very own for many cycles, but we were never able to win our bid because of the nature of our work.”
“But then we found you, Asher,” Vrayl said, stroking Asher’s back. “And we knew the moment we rescued you from Journey-5 that you were meant to be ours. Once you’re feeling safer, happier…”
“We look forward to traveling the stars with you,” Trenet said. “To show you that with us as your mates, the universe isn’t something to be feared.”
Asher worried at the gag with his teeth. He’d heard his name and he’d recognized Journey-5. Were… were they taking him back there?
Were they taking him back to what he’d learned to call home?
Except no, it couldn’t be, because as they continued to fly, Asher never felt the sensation of the aircraft breaking the atmosphere. They were traveling somewhere certainly, but somewhere on the same planet.
Why?
With no way to ask and no way to follow the passage of time, Asher found himself drifting again, secured in the takan.
Instead of trying to shift restlessly or pull away, he pillowed his cheek against Vrayl’s firm chest, pressing himself to the Dresht’s warmth.
His eyes slid closed underneath the blindfold as he absently worried at the ball gag with his teeth, and when large, careful fingers began to stroke over his hair and massage his neck, Asher let out a pleased hum and snuggled closer.
“He’s so happy and settled like this.” The growls and hisses came from right where Asher was pressed against, and it felt nice, those low, deep vibrations. “I’m so glad to see it. We’re so happy to give you what you need, sweetling.”
“He needs his mates,” another voice growled. “He needs us to fill him and to please him. And he needs us to show him that he’s safe now.”
There was movement underneath his cheek. “Oh! Are we here?”
“Yes, my mate. We’re about to land outside our cottage.”
***
When the aircraft landed, Asher made a grumpy sound around his gag as Vrayl stood and began to move, but that was the only protest he bothered to voice.
Aside from the fact that he was sleepy and had been kind of cozy, curled into Vrayl’s chest during the flight, he was kind of curious as to where they had ended up.
Although with the blindfold, he wasn’t particularly optimistic he’d get to see wherever it was they were.
Vrayl and Trenet left the aircraft, the sounds of rolling following along with them. Maybe that was their luggage? That had to be it. So it stood to reason that the two had packed to be here, wherever it was.
Asher could hear unfamiliar fauna and feel and smell the warm, humid air, along with the scent of green growing things.
It made a pang of homesickness run through him, because it reminded him so closely of Journey-5.
Asher couldn’t see it, but it felt like the place he’d called home for three years.
The place he’d worked so hard to become a part of. The place he might never see again.
More movement, then the sound of a door opening and closing, and suddenly the air was cooler and there were no longer sounds of the fauna. They’d gone inside a building?
“Let’s drop our luggage and then take a walk to our closest pool,” Vrayl said, running a hand over Asher’s back. “I don’t want our little love to have to wait to experience being filled while he’s surrounded by the flora and fauna of the Falls.”
“Of course,” Trenet said, moving in close, a warmth against Asher’s back, so he was sandwiched between the two large Dresht.
Between them like this, with Vrayl’s cock still inside him, it was almost as if Asher was being filled by both of them at once.
He heard himself make a caught sound as he instinctively clenched down on Vrayl’s cock.
Trenet and Vrayl were much too large for Asher to take the both of them at the same time, but his sleep-addled brain half wondered if they might try.
Asher wouldn’t have thought he could even take a cock into his hole at all, much less one as thick as Trenet’s or as long as Vrayl’s.
He hadn’t thought he would have been able to take the venigash either. So if he would take all those—
“He’s clenching around me,” Vrayl said, sounding as though he was smiling. “He’s so excited.”
“Then let’s go,” Trenet said. “Let me just grab the prepared lunch.”
***
Asher wept and wailed and thrashed as much as he was able when he felt the warm water touch him again.
He hated this. He hated this! Trenet and Vrayl had been at the Falls for days now, and every day after breakfast, they would take him in the takan and go to what could only be an outdoor pool.
They’d fuck him in the water over and over, talking and touching him the whole time, bringing him to completion more times than Asher ever would have thought he could come in a row, and Asher had reached his breaking point.
Crying tears of frustration, he kicked his legs and tossed his head, writhing in the bonds of the takan, heedless at how his fussing was fucking Trenet’s cock deeper into him.
He was so, so tired of being used, of being played with, of not being listened to.
He didn’t want this. He didn’t want this. He wanted to go home.
“Asher, Asher, shhh it’s okay, little love. It’s okay. You’re safe. The water won’t hurt you, sweetling. Remember? Good things happen in the water. You’re safe, dear heart. We’re right here. We’re right here with you. We always will be.”
Warm gentle hands ran up and down his back, stroked his hair, but Asher refused to be soothed, regardless of how nice the soft touches were.
They were just trying to lull him into complacency.
Maybe it was less fun to play with their little fucktoy if he was crying and carrying on the whole time.
Good! These two didn’t care about him at all, except that he was an easy hole to use, and Asher was so, so tired.
Chest heaving as he sobbed, Asher shook apart between them. He didn’t want to be a stupid little plaything. He wanted—he wanted to be touched by someone who cared about him.
“Eral and Ronet should be here on their vacation by now, shouldn’t they?
Maybe… maybe we could ask if their yshain would be interested in a play date with Asher.
It might be good for Asher to interact with a yshain who’s already happy and well-adjusted.
Maybe if Asher is able to see another of his kind safe and unafraid, that will help him understand that he’s left his fears behind him. ”
“Yes, I think that’s a very good idea, my mate. I’ll message Eral now.”
Asher spent the rest of the day after his meltdown waiting for the other shoe to drop. Trenet and Vrayl didn’t seem to act any different after his tantrum—if anything, they were even more tactile with him. But every caress, every soft touch, just made Asher more upset.
Something was going to give. He just knew it.