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He could hear their gossip now.
‘Did you hear? Rane was caught being dragged from a hotel by his bodyguards again!’
‘Yeah, his cock was just out, flopping in the wind.’
‘He doesn’t have a shred of shame for his indecency. I feel so bad for his long-suffering mother.’
Rane didn’t respond to the yelling, the combot flashes, the crowd. He remained limp as Orza took his full weight and Kirs stepped ahead to open the door on the hover. The windows were at least tinted, so when Orza pressed the button to shut it again, he was hidden. But not before everyone got plenty of shots of his ass, his balls, his taint, all spread out from the way Orza tossed him.
The two ratchi males moved to the front of the hover and got into the driving and navigation seats. A pilot compartment separated from the passenger cabin. For privacy, since this brand of hover was made for the wealthy and powerful who might not want to involve their pilots with their business or who might just want to be separated from the help.
It meant that Rane had a brief moment of peace. His head was still pounding, his mouth was still dry and tasted bad. He wasn’t concerned for his comfort any more than they were concerned for his dignity. He just let it pass, lying where they tossed him across the furthest seats, one leg dangling down, the other up and bent, exposing himself completely.
It didn’t even really matter. He didn’t care at all.
Maybe he had once. When this first happened. Probably a few times afterwards too. Now? His cock was hardly a secret. There were sex toy shops making replicas of it based off photos.
Now you too can be fucked by Rane el Elffa, famous trikballer and bad boy extraordinaire! Comes in a range of colors with a flared base for your safety, adaptable to suction or mounts as you please!
That was a real ad he saw once.
And the fact that he felt nothing except resignation upon realizing what he was seeing probably should have bothered him more.
It didn’t.
Who cared?
The flight home was mercifully long. He hadn’t realized how far from the manor he’d managed to wander last night. He hoped he gave the mismatched twins a workout trying to track him down. At least it meant he had more time before he had to face the inevitable.
But all too soon, it came to an end. He wasn’t looking outside. He didn’t see his large, sprawling home – bought by his own money and turned into a prison with his own money. He just felt the hover coming to a halt.
Then, the door was swinging up and out of the way. One of the ratchi grabbed his ankles and yanked him out just as unceremoniously as they had shoved him in. And once again, he was being carried, limp and unconcerned, up the wide steps towards the manor home.
It was a beautiful place. The underlying architecture was in a very classical style, all white marble and stunning archways. But he didn’t really care for the way it had been decorated. Most of the furniture was made of wicker, the colors all muted beige and brown.
His mother’s taste was as dull as his responses, but she didn’t care for his opinion. Nor did she need his permission.
Orza and Kirs dragged him into the foyer, up the sweeping steps, down the hall, towards his mother’s office. He heard her long before he saw her.
“…doing the best I can,” she said, her voice filled with heartache and fortitude. “He’s a good boy underneath it all, I know he is… Yes… Oh, no! I love him dearly. Nothing would ever change that. I just… I hope he can overcome this. That he can be better… Thank you so much! Thank you! Yes. Yes, goodbye.”
Rane was tossed again. Thrown into a pile on the floor, right at his mother’s feet.
A pair of long, thin feet turned into a pair of long, thin legs, hidden from the knee up by a brown skirt that somehow perfectly matched the downy brown feathers covering her entire body. Elffa was everything a properly bred telfay female should aspire to be.
And she sneered down at her son with a triumphant smirk.
“You really are making this too easy, Rane,” she chuckled, all the warmth and worry gone from her voice. Replaced instead with disdain and smug superiority.
Rane pushed himself up, sitting with one leg straight, the other bent at the knee. Still unconcerned about his nudity. It wasn’t the first time his mother had seen him naked. She had orchestrated the first time herself, so she was probably used to it by now. If he thought his mother capable of experiencing emotions like disgust or shame, he might be concerned.
But no. The only thing Elffa wanted was wealth and power. And Rane was her ticket to both. Having him exposed and vulnerable was just her way of making that happen.
“You two: Go,” she ordered the ratchi males who left without a word.
She didn’t bother to watch them leave. She knew they obeyed her unquestioningly. She had already turned from Rane and was walking around the large, white desk that absolutely dwarfed her. It had been made for a male, which meant it was too large for a female. Telfay females were smaller in stature, size, and weight compared to their male counterparts. But Elffa wouldn’t care. What mattered to her was that the desk was expensive, and it represented something she loved.
Taking power from him.
