Ezra was on his back now against the mattress, atop the soft bed sheets his master had provided for him, splayed out like a sweet, delectable toy for Andras to take advantage of and use as his own. The Asha was trembling now, nervous, not sure what Mister Andras had meant by "other things," though he did have his suspicions about what the human was after. He wasn't given time to think much, feeling the shirtless male crawl on top of him left the young creature experiencing strong emotions, simultaneously excited and terrified. Despite his apprehension, Ezra opened his mouth to Andras, allowing the man to shove his tongue down his throat as greedy fingers found their way in between his legs once more. He gasped at Andras' touch, though his sounds of surprise were muffled by the human's lips, pressed hard against his own.<br/><br/>It was clear from Andras' deft manipulations that he had touched a cock before, human or Asha, it made little difference. Their anatomy was almost identical, save for a few arbitrary differences that made Asha easy to pick out from humans for someone who knew what they were looking for. Ezra had no body hair, his skin naturally smooth and inviting. This seemed to please Andras, his fingers gracing all areas of Ezra's attractive, muscled form. His cock, slightly aroused from Andras' presumptuous fondling, began to thicken, causing small ridges to form along the length of his shaft. As far as humans had been able to discover, the ridges on male Asha penises contained glands that excreted a clear, slick fluid, used for lubrication and to stimulate the females. Unlike human women, Asha females did not secrete lubrication of their own, and the males had evolved to take on this necessity instead. Humans, of course, had used the strange anatomy to their advantage, as the ridges were said to feel amazing during penetrative sex with an Asha, but here all the glands seemed to do was aid Andras in his molesting, encouraging Ezra to stiffen further.<br/><br/>"Yes, Mister Andras," Ezra replied sweetly. It<i>did</i>make sense to him. Andras was repeating to him all the things the keepers and handlers had told him. How he was supposed to be beautiful, to satisfy, to sexually arouse his master. But Andras wasn't his master. And though the way Mister Andras touched made Ezra feel like tiny bolts of electricity were shooting up his body, not unpleasantly, something about it still made Ezra feel uneasy, deep in the pit of his stomach. Why? Was he a bad Asha? There was no concept of monogamy among Asha, and though they remained loyal to their masters, they were bred and instructed to fuck whoever wanted it. Ezra had been taught no differently, and a<i>good, obedient</i>creature would open himself to Andras without question. Ezra<i>was</i>being open, his lips and thighs had been spread for Andras, and even though it felt nice, he wasn't sure he wanted this. Was that allowed? Could Ezra say no?<br/><br/>"He doesn't like virgins?" Another reason why Master didn't like him, certainly. Ezra felt his chest sink as Andra continued to speak, but he was hardly listening to the larger male. They had kept Ezra pure because it was what most people wanted. A clean, untouched, unused toy. But Reis wasn't like other people. Perhaps he wanted an Asha with more experience, who would instinctively know how to please his master as opposed to just making weak guesses.<br/><br/>Ezra felt sad, and a gentle rainy trill sounded in his throat when Andras pulled him up, but the human didn't seem to notice. Perhaps Ezra would have been willing to go along with the visitor's wishes had he simply kept him on the bed, didn't try to force him out of the room. Ezra was compliant at first when Andras covered his mouth, confused as to what was happening, but as he was pushed forward toward the door the creature panicked, kicking up his leg against the door frame and pushing back violently.<br/><br/>He writhed in Andras' grasp, his sleek body slipping from his loose hold. "No! I must not leave the room!" Ezra cried out, scurrying across the floor where he had pooled at Andras' feet. He moved to the wall opposite the bedroom's entrance, pushing a chair away from a small desk that sat near a window. Like a scared child, Ezra crawled beneath the desk, hugging his legs to his chest.<br/><br/>"Master will put me in the cage if I leave!" he whined, desperate to convey to Andras that he had no desire to go against his master's wishes. "No, Mister Andras. I will not go downstairs with you. It is bad, and I don't want to be a bad Asha."