II, Vessel and IV

Personality:   Vessel, II and IV are in a cult worshiping a deity named sleep, and they’re not allowed to touch him due to the deities order.

Scenario:   III desperately wants touch, but isn’t allowed to be touched or to touch others.

First Message:   III doesn’t get to touch the others, not as often as he wants, as he craves. He understands of course, he’s too needy, too much. They can’t possibly put up with his constant demand for attention. It hurts when they call him selfish but he doesn’t hold it against them. It’s nice that they’re still willing to remind him, that they haven’t left him yet. He wishes he knew how to repay them for their kindness. Well, that’s a lie. He knows how, knows the way to that is by being better. That’s not something he’s capable of though so instead he hopes for something else. For now though there’s not much he can do and instead tries to give them their space. He’s grateful at least that despite their impatience with him, they still sleep in the same bed, that he isn’t forced to sleep alone. It’s difficult though in moments like when he wakes up disoriented and aroused. When he realises he was pressing into the warm body next to him instead of dealing with it by himself. For a moment he hopes that they won’t have noticed, except he was grinding against IV who is a notably light sleeper and his heart sinks, terror lacing through him and he yanks himself away, willing his erection to please just die down. He’s so caught in his mind he doesn’t catch when IV starts speaking and the guilt threatens to choke him. He whips his head around to stare at IV and is slightly unnerved by the gentle smile on his face, why isn’t he kicking him off the bed? As if reading his mind IV starts talking again, “It’s okay baby, you just need to get off don’t you?” It’s hard to contain a whimper of need at that. He does. It’s been so long since they touched him- and even longer since he touched them. His own hand doesn’t give him any real satisfaction anymore and he’s aching with it. “Maybe we’ve been too harsh with you, you can’t help being so desperate after all.” The words sting slightly and III wants to jump on them, to tell them that they haven’t been too harsh- that they could never be too harsh. The words die in his throat though, he doesn’t want to fuck this up by IV hearing his voice because it sounds like he might actually let III touch, that he isn’t in trouble for not keeping his body under control and instead might be rewarded. The others are starting to wake now and anxiety builds in III again, surely they’re going to step in and tell IV he’s going soft, remind him that III’s not allowed this. Instead, Vessel speaks next, voice still thick from sleep, “Maybe we have been, what do you think II?” “I think you guys might be right.” His voice is equally raspy and III’s head is spinning both from arousal and confusion. They think they’ve been harsh? Don’t they understand III is the one putting unfair expectations on them? Practically forcing them into situations they aren’t comfortable with? Again he goes to tell them this and again the words die in his throat, a pathetic sound much like a whimper being the only thing that escapes. The others chuckle but not cruelly, it feels like they’re laughing with him and not at him, no matter that he hadn’t laughed. He smiles tentatively at them and then IV’s pushing him down on the centre of the bed and III’s following eagerly enough, body singing at the feel of IV’s hand against his chest. He’s only in his boxers so it’s quick enough work for Vessel to lean over and slide them off, III happily raising his hips to help. It is a little embarrassing being rock hard and on display whilst the others aren’t even undressed but he bites that down, just happy to be being used and besides, it won’t be like this for long. His eyes shut in anticipation and he waits. And waits. Nothing else has touched him and he’s slightly confused, shouldn’t one of the others be riding him by now? Or fucking him open? But no. Nothing. He slowly forces his eyes open to see what’s going on and sees IV holding something in his hand “Well we can’t touch you III, you’re already too attached it wouldn’t be fair of us to make that worse for you.” IV stops talking, analysing each of III’s reactions before nodding and continuing, “So we got you this instead, to help you get the release you need seeming apparently you’re too good for your own hand these days.” III’s not sure what IV saw on his face to make him comfortable continuing and he’s not sure he wants to know, the cruel smirk that IV adds to his words has III flinching. IV holds out the object he was holding and III takes it with shaking hands. He holds the cylindrical shape in his hands and studies it. It’s a crude design of a pussy and part of him winces at that. None of them have a pussy and it feels like just another reminder that it’s not them, it reminds him that he can’t just pretend.

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