Chapter 12
They were getting rid of him.
Asher could only sit there in horror, still in his arm bondange, the blindfold, and the fucking takan, as he listened to Trenet and Vrayl’s familiar growls in conversation with two new voices.
Two new, strange Dresht, it had to be. And…
and the only reason Asher’s Dresht could have brought him here, trussed up and on display like the fucktoy plaything they thought he was, was to give him away.
Asher bit into the gag and refused to break down about it. He shouldn’t be surprised. Asher wasn’t worth keeping, not even as a toy, and he’d put up enough fuss over the last several days that it was no wonder Trenet and Vrayl didn’t care to keep him any longer.
Trenet started to ease Asher back from his chest, and Asher couldn’t help starting to shiver. Was this it? Was this where Trenet freed Asher from the takan, only so one of these other strange Dresht could fuck into his loosened hole?
“It’s okay, little love. Your new friend yshain Lee is going to help you into a new humshus. He’s given you one from his own collection. Isn’t that kind?”
“It’s my pleasure,” said a third new voice. This one was much less deep than the growls of the Dresht. Asher swallowed his whimper. Fuck, how many people were in the room with him? How many were watching him be humiliated and given away? “I hope Asher likes this one.”
That was his name. They were talking about him! He knew it. He knew he was what they were all here for. However many Dresht were in this room besides Trenet and Vrayl…
Were… were they all going to take turns with him? Fuck him? They couldn’t all be as gentle as Vrayl and Trenet, so would some of them hurt him? If that was what they were into, if that was what they found fun—
And Trenet and Vrayl wouldn’t be with him anymore to protect him from it.
Asher had zoned out of the conversation, but when his gag was suddenly eased out of his mouth, he couldn’t stop the panicked words that burst forth. “Please! Please, don’t!”
Instantly he berated himself. He’d spoken Universal, hadn’t even begged in Almari, which at least Trenet and Vrayl understood. And now—
“It’s okay,” came that third voice. The softer one. “It’s okay, Asher, don’t worry. You’re safe.”
Asher whipped his head around, trying to follow where that voice was coming from. “You speak—you speak Universal?” Had he somehow been brought to someone who could understand him?
And was this person willing to listen?
“Yeah?” The person said, sounding confused.
Asher tripped over himself to respond, terrified this person wouldn’t care to hear him, or would leave, or any number of things.
“Oh thank the stars, I—my translator—it doesn’t work here.
I don’t know—I don’t know what they’re saying!
Please tell them I’m Human.” No, stupid, they probably know that.
“I live on Journey-5.” They know that too! That’s where they found you!
He choked on a sob. “I’m—I don’t belong here. I don’t know what’s happening, I just want to go home.”
“Your translator doesn’t work at all?” The voice asked, sounding concerned.
Asher shook his head. “I can only get some of the words, and they can’t seem to understand me at all.” Not that they had much opportunity to try, Asher thought, since he’d been gagged so much. But they didn’t pay attention to the nonverbal cues either. “They don’t—they don’t listen to me, please—”
“Shh,” the voice said. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll tell them, don’t worry.”
Tell them? Asher thought, half hysterical, as Dreshtian growls sounded out in the room. Tell them which part?
And are they still getting rid of me?
“Your mates will be getting your translator fixed as soon as they can,” the voice said happily. “So you won’t have to worry about understanding them anymore.”
“No, no, no, no!” Asher burst out, now truly near tears. The first person who could understand him didn’t care either! “You’re not listening! No one is listening! I want to go home, please—”
“I’m listening,” that voice said, soft and soothing. “I’m Human too, and I came here just like you. So I know how scary it is in the beginning. But I promise it’s going to be okay, Asher. I-I’m giving you this because I know it will help. It’ll make you feel better.”
That was so far from what Asher was expecting to hear that it knocked some of the panic out of him.
If this was a Human, would he be sympathetic to Asher’s plight?
Or… or was he like Asher, bound and trapped too?
Except he sounded… fine. Happy, even. And he didn’t seem surprised to see Asher like this, impaled on Trenet’s cock.
“You’re Human? How did you—please, I don’t—I just want to go home, please–! ”
“It’s going to be okay,” the other Human said, still soft. Then something touched Asher’s mouth.
Asher went cold. It could only be another gag. They’d discovered he could speak, so they were now deliberately taking away his voice.
“This is going to make you feel better,” the Human coaxed. “All you have to do is open up.”
“No!” Asher hissed through clenched teeth as a hot, awful tear slid down his cheek. His first time talking to a Human in three years, his first time being understood in who knew how many days, and he was just like the Dresht. Happily ready and willing to treat Asher like a toy.
He jolted when the gag at his lips started to vibrate, holding out for precious seconds until the strong buzzing forced his mouth to open. He expected the familiar ball to slot between his teeth, but instead an awful shape pushed into his mouth and then kept going.
Asher sputtered and choked as the insertion pressed over his tongue and headed to the back of his mouth until it was in his—his throat. Only then did the horrible gag stop moving, and, moments later, Asher felt the band being secured in place.
“It’s going to make you feel better,” the Human’s voice came again. “I promise.”
Asher swallowed several times, trying and failing to get used to the gag that filled him in this new, violating way.
He could thankfully breathe through the material, but he still felt like he was choking, the way it pressed on his tongue and filled his throat.
The one, minuscule positive to the gag was that the mouthpiece narrowed considerably, so that Asher could close his mouth almost entirely around it, his lips able to touch.
It alleviated the ache in his jaw that had developed and not ceased.
Still, he certainly wouldn’t be grateful for it.
Soon he felt hands on him, two sets, stroking up and down his body, and Asher was pathetically grateful that he recognized Trenet and Vrayl’s soft, crooning sounds.
If anyone in this room was going to touch him, Asher wanted it to be Trenet and Vrayl.
Sure, they’d—they’d humiliated and demeaned him, mocked him and ignored his pleas, but at least they hadn’t… hadn’t hurt him. Not in a lasting way.
“How are his vitals?” Trenet, that was Trenet asking a question.
“He’s anxious but he’s… he’s settling,” Vrayl said. “Already his heart rate is dropping.”
“That’s good. That’s so good,” Trenet said. “Thank you, yshain Lee. It means a lot to us that you would help Asher with this. That you would give him one of your humshus.”
“You’re welcome,” came the Human’s voice. “I hope it helps.”
Asher ground his teeth against the gag in his mouth.
He wasn’t someone who had ever had strong negative feelings for another, but in that moment, he thought he might have hated this Human.
He was clearly comfortable among the Dresht, he could understand them and be understood, and it was obvious that he was valued.
He was allowed to feed Asher this new, invasive gag, and sit and talk with Trenet and Vrayl and the other two strange Dresht in the room. This Human wasn’t a pathetic toy.
Not like Asher.
There was more talking, but Asher angrily tuned it out, especially when he could hear the Human’s voice taking part in the discussion. He didn’t want to be here on the Dresht planet at all, but he especially didn’t want to be in this room.
He just… he just wanted to go home.
But where was home?
It wasn’t Vader-X7. It couldn’t be, not anymore.
And… it wasn’t really Journey-5 either. Asher had done his best to make it a home for himself, but he couldn’t lie and say that there weren’t many aspects that made living on Journey-5…
difficult for a lone Human. The food scarcity was one, but more than that was the solitude.
Asher had grown up with a big family. With friends.
He’d always had someone to talk to, someone to help him when he was struggling, to offer a hug when he needed it. There was none of that on Journey-5.
If Asher were honest with himself about it, he could admit that some of Trenet and Vrayl’s treatment had been a fantasy come true. Being held, the gentle touches, getting his hair played with and tended to. Even—even some of the sex had been good. Had felt good, for all that it was overwhelming.
He just hated that it wasn’t real. That he was a doll to them. Why else would they keep him trussed up and blindfolded, constantly riding one of their cocks? Why else would they gag him—and allow this Human to gag him?
Maybe that was why Asher was so furious at this new Human. Furious at everyone. Furious in general. He was mourning what he desperately wanted and couldn’t have. Might never have. After all, Trenet and Vrayl were probably giving him away. Maybe even to this Human.
How many masters would Asher have here, before he was discarded entirely?
“It would be a rare opportunity to see a yshain help another with venigash,” Vrayl was saying, his voice somehow deeper than usual. “If you want to yshain Lee, I think we would all love that.”
There it was again. The word yshain followed by Lee. Asher had heard it a number of times now. Was… was that maybe the Human’s name? Was yshain a title of some sort? It seemed like it must be.