“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 gohome,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 beingunderstoodin 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 pushedintohis mouth and then keptgoing.
Asher sputtered and choked as the insertion pressed over his tongue and headed to the back of his mouth until it was in his—histhroat.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, mockedhim 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. Withfriends. 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 allowthisHuman to gag him?
Maybe that was why Asher was so furious at this new Human. Furious at everyone. Furious ingeneral.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 wordyshainfollowed by Lee. Asher had heard it a number of times now. Was… was that maybe the Human’s name? Wasyshaina title of some sort? It seemed like it must be.
