"I do not want to go in the cage again," Ezra explained, not unkindly, but firmly. Andras seemed oddly sure that Reis wouldn't resort to such cruel measures again, and perhaps to humans spending the night in a cage<i>wasn't</i>cruel. Ezra, however, considered it one of the most horrific things he had ever been forced to experience, and simply entertaining the thought of spending the night anywhere other than the room Reis had assigned to him seemed almost treasonous. Andras had wanted him to leave, but the human was drifting further into the space, closing the door behind him before settling himself on Ezra's bed. The Asha did not mind this, as Reis had made no rules about anyone coming<i>into</i>Ezra's room, and as long as Andras was comfortable there he couldn't keep encouraging Ezra to go against Master's word.<br/><br/>Andras' command was acknowledged quickly, and Ezra approached without hesitation. He squeaked in surprise when Andras greedily pulled him forward, spilling the Asha into his lap and caressing, admiring as one might a precious jewel. Ezra was unfamiliar with this level of attention and his body stiffened in response. This was how he had expected to be treated by Master upon his arrival, but he had only been met with irritation and cold stares. Reis barely tolerated it when Ezra touched, and never did Master use his tactile senses to examine Ezra's skin.<br/><br/>"Yes, Master is my first," Ezra admitted, shifting awkwardly in Andras' lap to make himself more comfortable. "I am twenty-six. But Asha age differently. It is different in human ages. Asha do not sexually mature until they are twenty-four or about, so sellers don't like to sell before then, unless someone specifically requests a young Asha. But sexually mature ones sell for more. This I have heard while listening to conversations between humans I was not supposed to listen to, but humans speak very loudly after a bottle of wine."<br/><br/>Andras' hand was creeping lower now, like a devious spider dancing its way along the defined muscles of the Asha's stomach. "Oh, you're very kind, Mister Andras," Ezra said gently, his voice cracking as he looked down between his legs. The larger man's fingers drifted over the area pubic hair would have been were Ezra human. "Sleeping next to someone else protects you. It keeps the shadows away."<br/><br/>But Mister Andras didn't seem particularly interested in discussing the midnight shadows, and the untouched, virgin Asha gasped, loud and breathy as fingers wrapped around his unused cock. "Mister!" he whimpered, shivering in Andras' grasp as foreign, tingling sensations exploded from his groin.<br/><br/>"I... I do not want to upset Master," he whined, himself unsure whether he was referring to making noise or to the way Andras was touching him. But they had already gone over this in the garden, hadn't they? Andras was family.<i>Master's family</i>. It was Ezra's responsibility to be a good Asha, the best Asha, to make Master's guest happy in any way he could. Andras liked to touch. He liked to look, and feel, and talk about how pretty Ezra was. That wasn't so bad. Ezra liked being called pretty.<br/><br/>"What do you want to do, Mister Andras?" Ezra asked, his voice soft and meek as he looked down at the warm hand fondling him, a curtain of curls blocking Andras' view of the creature's face. "Do you want to do it again? Like in the garden?"