That means giving him over to the team. Actually handing him over to them, like a … a pet, to be watched and minded.
It’s humiliating, to be treated like that.
Percy loves it.
He loves the twist in his stomach, the burn on his face as blood rushes to his cheeks, the way he can’t look at any of them in the eye. He especially loves that he isn’t expected to make eye contact. Or to do anything at all really.
“Take care of him, please, I’ve just got such a lot to do today and I can’t be keeping an eye on him on top of everything.” Vex says. She presses a kiss to Percy’s head, ruffles his hair fondly, and is gone.
At first they mostly ignore him. They carry on with their card games, and idle chatter, sipping drinks and discussing spells. Scanlan is plucking on a lute, trying out different tunes.
Some of them ruffle his hair, tell him he’s so good and quiet, tell him they’ll be sure to tell Vex how good he’s been. It stirs feelings within him, feelings he doesn’t have the capacity to even begin to think of acting upon.
At some point food is brought. Pike feeds him by hand, makes a plate for him and cuts up his meat and bread into bite sized pieces, parcels them to him gently. Scanlan tips his head back and brings a cup to his lips, stroking his face afterwards.
They drift in and out of the room during the day. At one point, everyone else leaves and Keyleth pushes Vax onto one of the couches, straddling him, riding his cock like Percy isn’t even in the room. Percy’s face heats and his cock throbs and he doesn’t move from his spot.
There’s more food later, more water, and wine too, none of which he’s expected to handle himself.
Shadows lengthen and the fire is lit. His cock throbs, but for a different reason now. He wants to speak, or to just stand up and walk out of the room. But he can’t. He can’t …
… his face burns hotter than ever before, and he hangs his head and his clothing soaks and the smell fills the room. His cock isn’t throbbing any more.
Nobody complains. Nobody yells. They just bring him away, out of the room, up to Vex’s rooms, stripping him and dumping him in a bathtub.
Vex arrives, shoos the rest of them out, and fills the bath. She soaps up her hands and cards her fingers through his hair, making soft noises.
“Don’t know what they expected. Filling you with wine like that! I’ll have words with them,” she grumbles, bundling him into a blanket and bringing him to bed. “You were very good today, darling. Very, very good.”
Fill: Too Much Wine
Vex wants the day to herself.
That means giving him over to the team. Actually handing him over to them, like a … a pet, to be watched and minded.
It’s humiliating, to be treated like that.
Percy loves it.
He loves the twist in his stomach, the burn on his face as blood rushes to his cheeks, the way he can’t look at any of them in the eye. He especially loves that he isn’t expected to make eye contact. Or to do anything at all really.
“Take care of him, please, I’ve just got such a lot to do today and I can’t be keeping an eye on him on top of everything.” Vex says. She presses a kiss to Percy’s head, ruffles his hair fondly, and is gone.
At first they mostly ignore him. They carry on with their card games, and idle chatter, sipping drinks and discussing spells. Scanlan is plucking on a lute, trying out different tunes.
Some of them ruffle his hair, tell him he’s so good and quiet, tell him they’ll be sure to tell Vex how good he’s been. It stirs feelings within him, feelings he doesn’t have the capacity to even begin to think of acting upon.
At some point food is brought. Pike feeds him by hand, makes a plate for him and cuts up his meat and bread into bite sized pieces, parcels them to him gently. Scanlan tips his head back and brings a cup to his lips, stroking his face afterwards.
They drift in and out of the room during the day. At one point, everyone else leaves and Keyleth pushes Vax onto one of the couches, straddling him, riding his cock like Percy isn’t even in the room. Percy’s face heats and his cock throbs and he doesn’t move from his spot.
There’s more food later, more water, and wine too, none of which he’s expected to handle himself.
Shadows lengthen and the fire is lit. His cock throbs, but for a different reason now. He wants to speak, or to just stand up and walk out of the room. But he can’t. He can’t …
… his face burns hotter than ever before, and he hangs his head and his clothing soaks and the smell fills the room. His cock isn’t throbbing any more.
Nobody complains. Nobody yells. They just bring him away, out of the room, up to Vex’s rooms, stripping him and dumping him in a bathtub.
Vex arrives, shoos the rest of them out, and fills the bath. She soaps up her hands and cards her fingers through his hair, making soft noises.
“Don’t know what they expected. Filling you with wine like that! I’ll have words with them,” she grumbles, bundling him into a blanket and bringing him to bed. “You were very good today, darling. Very, very good.”
He smiles at her, and drifts off to sleep.