A Joyous Reunion

As soon as they exited the Synod's chamber, Esmeralda tugged on Callum's hand, urging him to walk faster. Esmeralda had dressed up again, putting her jumpsuit back on before they left the Synod. She walked hurriedly into the caterpillar. Callum had to jog to keep up with her, nearly stumbling and falling with the fast pace of the much taller Alfonian.

After they entered the caterpillar, Esme stopped. They were standing in the steel entrance chamber, which had no carpet or creature comforts. Just bare metal. Callum shook, his naked flesh tingling in the cold. Goosebumps ran up and down his body.

"Esmeralda?" He said uncertainly. She wasn't looking at him, just staring into space, as if preoccupied. Finally, she turned to him and looked down. She was smiling, looking a bit sad. Her big, green eyes were watering up. She took both of his hands in hers. Callum looked up at her, still shaking a bit, feeling her soft warm hands against his. Why did she look so upset? Had he... done something wrong? Finally, she spoke.

"Oh, Callum!" she nearly screamed, using her natural voice and not her telepathy. Esme stooped down and threw her arms around him, squeezing him tight against her. Callum yelped in surprise, his little body quaking. He felt Esme's much larger torso against his, shaking as much as he was.

{Callum! Oh, gods, Callum, I'm so sorry!} she cried, squeezing him even tighter. He found it a littler harder to breathe.

"Esme," he wheezed, "Please, I can't catch my breath..."

{I'm sorry} she said again, {I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have gone through that. I saw what Nemesis did to you. Callum, you poor thing. You didn't deserve that. Pasiphaë kept telling me that I was enjoying it. She was trying to tell me that I liked seeing that happen to you. I-i-i-it's not true, Callum! She was turning me on with her powers! Callum, I HATED seeing you go through that! Oh, gods, Callum, I'm so sorry!}

Esmeralda bega to sob hysterically, clutching Callum against her, comforting herself as much as she was comforting him.

"I believe you, Esme," he said. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, hoping it would help, and continued, "I don't think you wanted to see that. That's not who you are."

{N-n-n-no it's not!} she yelled. Esmeralda sat down on the ground cross-legged, dragging Callum into her lap, and wrapped her arms around him protectively. She hunched her body forward, trying to surround Callum as much as possible. It was as if he were under attack by unseen forces from all sides, and Esme was trying to shield him from everything.

{Callum, gods, I'm so sorry. I can't believe Nemesis did that to you. Are you... are you okay?}

"I'm fine, Esme."

"No, you're not!" she screamed out loud, her voice cracking audibly, "You don't have to pretend to be okay, Callum! It's okay if you're hurting! It's okay if you need things! I... I should have never allowed any of this to happen to you! Why are you being so calm!?"

She sobbed again, her shoulders shaking. Then she pulled away from him slightly. Callum sat curled up in her lap, feeling her soft arms around him. He looked up at her. Her pale, freckled face was streaked with tears, her gorgeous green eyes peering down at him, red from crying. She returned his gaze. Somewhere inside, Esme understood that crying and losing her mind wouldn't help Callum at all. But she was wrestling with what Pasiphaë had said to her, claiming that Esmeralda had enjoyed watching Callum being abused. It wasn't true, and Esme knew that. Callum knew that. She knew that he knew. And yet, it had left a scar. Part of it was watching someone she loved suffer so badly and being powerless to stop it. Esmeralda took a deep breath, let it out, and composed herself. Callum sat quietly in her lap. Esme began to stroke his back, tenderly rubbing his sore muscles and massaging the back of his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair. Callum sighed, leaning into her caresses. In the cold metal room, Esme's gentle, loving hands felt so nice. Esmeralda peered down at him wonderingly. Why was he being so calm?

{Callum} she said softly, {I'm going to take you back to Phaedra now. You can talk to me if you want.}

Esme stood up, easily scooping Callum up in her arms. Exhausted from the Synod's interrogation, he went totally limp. Esmeralda felt Callum's small body soften and droop as he surrendered utterly, melting into her arms with a quiet, almost inaudible whimper. In response, she squeezed him against her, cuddling him and hoping to give him some comfort. He moaned softly and pressed his head into her chest, staying as close to her as he physically could. Esme began walking toward the front of the caterpillar, carrying Callum. She noticed something strange in his aura. Some residual energy had been left over from the Synod chamber. Why was he being so calm? Gazing into his mind, she sensed a ball of pent-up emotions swirling deep inside.

He was in shock.

Esmeralda realized what was going on with a sinking feeling in her stomach. Callum was acting far too calm for someone who had just been through something so traumatic. It would come to the surface soon. When it did, Callum would be a mess. It was going to be a catastrophe when all that pain came bubbling to the surface, and Callum would need a great deal of support and care to get through it. Esmeralda resolved to care for him through it all. She would coordinate with Phaedra and make sure to be there for Callum through thick and thin.

{Listen} she said, {I know that was hard for you. Gods, how I know. I watched what happened. And I want you to know that you can talk to me about it if you want. But you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. If you need some time to yourself, then that's okay, too. Would you prefer it if I left you alone?}

"No!" said Callum suddenly. He went from limp to rigid, clinging tightly to Esme, big blue eyes wide with alarm, "Please don't leave me, Esme!"

{_Okay_!} she replied brightly, {Then I'll stay right here with you.}

Callum watched the steel hallway of the caterpillar scroll by, listening to Esme's light footfalls on the metal floor. They passed through several round doorways, each one spiraling open automatically in response to Esmeralda's approach. Finally, they came to the control room. Alfonians were easily advanced enough to create psychically-triggered mechanisms, but for security reasons, the caterpillar pilot needed to be physically present to start the machine. Esme touched a panel with one hand, still holding Callum in her arms. The caterpillar started up, deep grinding metal mechanisms churning to life and slowly setting off back toward home. Back toward safety. Back toward Phaedra.

"Esme," said Callum, looking up at her, "I... Um..."

{What is it, Callum?}

"I... I'm stuck in this thing."

{You mean the chastity cage?}

"I... I... Yeah, it just..."

{Does it hurt, Callum?}

Silence.

{I said, does it hurt? Are your testicles hurting? Are you swollen down there?}

"...Yes. It hurts."

{I understand. Do you need to be milked?}

"I..."

Esme looked down at him. Callum was sitting in her lap, his small, hairless body pressed tightly against her. She could feel his very slight weight settled on her lap. He was so light. He weighed almost nothing, so small on her lap, shivering. She noticed goosebumps on his quivering flesh.

{You look cold, Callum. Are you okay?}

"I am. I just...."

{It sounds like you're not okay. Are you cold, Callum?}

"I... Um..."

{It's okay to say yes. If something is wrong, you can tell me, Callum.}

"I... Well, yeah, I... Uh.. I'm a little bit cold."

{Do you need me to warm you up? You look very uncomfortable, Callum. You're shivering and pressing against me to keep warm.}

"I do."

Esmeralda wrapped her arms around Callum and rested her chin on top of his head. His small body was shaking slightly with the cold. Naked as he was, there was no chance of him warming up without external help. Esme ran her hands over Callum's flesh, feeling his pale skin, his little trembling body feeling so frail in her arms. It was like holding a kitten. He was just so small, so **** and soft.

{Callum, I want to take you to the bed chamber with me. The caterpillar will keep moving while we're there. I'm going to massage your prostate, milk you, and cuddle you. Is that okay, Callum?}

"Yes, Esme. I... I would really like that."

{Is it okay for me to milk you? I know it's very invasive. But I think a good, long orgasm would settle you down right now.}

Callum's big, blue eyes were watery as he looked up at her. He said, "Yes, Esme. I want to be milked."

{Okay. Just relax, then. I would never hurt you, Callum. I promise to be careful with you. If it hurts, I need you to tell me, okay? If it's too much, then speak up.}

Esmeralda stood up, carrying Callum in her arms, and continued, {I mean it, Callum. You matter. Your feelings matter. If it hurts or you need a break, then I need you to tell me. Listen to me...}

As Esme walked toward the bed chamber, she kissed Callum on top of his head, cradling him lovingly.

{I know you've been through a lot. I know how much it hurts you inside. I just want you to feel peace. Are you ready, Callum?}

"Yes, Esme, I'm ready. But... I, I...."

{What is it, Callum?}

Esme had reached the bed. She was standing by the bed with Callum's small, naked body in her arms, clinging tightly to her.

"I really... I'm just really scared right now, Esme. I'm so scared..."

Esme looked down at him. Callum looked up at her, his hairless little shape pressed tightly against her. His full, soft lower lip trembled.

"Esme," he said, so quietly she could scarcely hear him, "Please don't hurt me. Don't hurt me like Nemesis did. Like mom did. Just... I..."

"Esme, please... Please be nice to me..." he said quietly, his eyes sparkling with silent tears.

{Of course, Callum.}

"I'm sorry, Esme," he said, his voice shaking a bit, "I... I'm not trying to... to c-cause any trouble..."

{I know, Callum. It's not your fault.} she said, sitting down on the bed. Callum twisted around until he was sitting on her lap, facing toward her and straddling her. He buried his face in her bosom. His shoulders shook and he began to weep quietly, sobbing into her breasts.

"I'm so sorry, Esme," he said, his voice hitching in his chest, "I... I wasn't trying to make it so hard for everyone..."

{There's no need to apologize} she responded. She put her hand on the back of his head and pressed his face into her breast, saying, {You're not the problem here. It's not your fault. Just breathe nice and deep, Callum. This is your time to heal. Cry if you need to. Everything is going to be okay. There's nothing wrong with you.}

Callum sobbed loudly. He began shaking more violently, pressing his face against her, as if he could burrow into her. Esmeralda kept her arms tight around him, feeling his hot tears soak through the fabric of her clothes. She rubbed his head, feeling how soft and damp his hair was with his sweat. She held him close and shushed him.

{Callum} she said, {There's nothing wrong with you. It's not your fault. You're not bad. You're not broken. You didn't do anything wrong. Do you hear me, Callum? There's nothing wrong with you.}

Callum's sobs grew louder and he wrapped his arms frantically around Esme, gripping her clothes tightly as if he were afraid of being torn away from her.

"I'm s-s-s-s-so sorry, Esme!" he wailed, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, "I d-d-don't know what I did! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Esme began rocking Callum back and forth,

{You didn't do anything. Just let it all out. I'm right here, Callum.}

He sniffed and whimpered for a long time, crying quietly into her shoulder. Esme surrounded Callum with her body as much as she could, pulling him as close as physically possible. She peered into his mind as he wept, watching his memories. It was a flight of images, of his stepmother, of Nemesis, of the Synod and his life back on Earth. Whenever something really intensely painful came up, she squeezed him, pressing him against her and absorbing his pain and sorrow. Here and there she shushed him, scratching his bare back, kissing his forehead, wiping his tears away.

Time passed and Callum's emotions gradually wound down. Esmeralda took a small, white cloth and wiped his face off one last time.

{Do you feel any better, Callum? It's okay if you don't.}

"I do," he said, his voice still quavering slightly, "Thank you, Esme. I... Would like to do our stuff now. Is... is that okay?"

Esme's lips curled into a kind smile, her green eyes sparkling.

{Of course, Callum. I'm happy. More than happy...}

Esmeralda reached under Callum's armpits, lifting the small boy off of her lap, and lay him slowly down on the bed. When he was flat on his back, she tilted his head up off of the bed and slid a pillow under it. Callum looked up at her. His eyes were still sparkling from the recently shed tears, and a bit red and puffy. But he was smiling slightly, gazing up at Esmeralda's pretty face.

"Goodness," he said quietly, "Esme, you really are pretty. I would never have..."

Esmeralda lay down on top of Callum, propping herself up on her elbows.

{You would never have what, Callum?}

"I wouldn't have thought... You know..."

{That you could have a girl?}

"Maybe I could have a girl. But never someone as pretty as you and Phaedra," said Callum, staring up at her with perfect devotion. He sniffed, seemingly on the verge of crying again. But he swallowed his tears. Esmeralda was just so nice to him. Why? Why did she and Phaedra love him so much?

{We don't need a reason, Callum} said Esme, reading his thoughts, {We just love who you are.}

"I love you too, Esme," said Callum, "But I just... What do you see in me?"

{Callum, I could write a book about that. I could go on for hours. To begin with, you're beautiful. I love human males. So do all Alfonians. But I've never seen one as lovely as you. Your eyes are lovely. Your hair is so soft and fine. I could pet you all day.}

True to her word, Esmeralda ran her fingers through Callum's hair, and then began scratching his scalp with long, deliberate scratches. A shudder went through Callum's body, goosebumps rising on his pale, naked skin.

{But it's not just the looks, Callum. I don't think you understand this, but you're a very special young man. You're the sort of boy who would catch a spider and take it outside instead of crushing it. You're shy around girls because you don't want to offend them or inconvenience them. And you've so much wonderment in you. You're fascinated with the night sky, the way a child is.}

Callum sighed and looked away from Esmeralda. He closed his eyes momentarily, and then said quietly, "That's just because I'm weak."

{No, Callum} said Esme, speaking a bit louder and more forcefully. She took hold of Callum's face in both hands and turned him to face her, saying, {Look at me.}

He inhaled sharply and looked at Esme, his pulse quickening. Was he in trouble? His hands balled up into fists and he looked obediently into Esmeralda's eyes, trying his best to please her.

{Callum, listen to me. There's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with being sensitive. Your tenderness is the best thing about you} she said, her voice softening, {And you're not weak. You are timid, maybe, but at the same time, you are also very brave. When I saw you interrogated by the Synod, I didn't see weakness. I saw strength. A lot of the macho guys you went to school with would have broken under that treatment. But not you, Callum. You knuckled down and persisted. You did it. And you know what?}

Esmeralda leaned down until her nose touched the tip of Callum's. Her green eyes blazed with something warm and intense. Her breasts were pressed against him through her jumpsuit. His naked body was pressed firmly into the bed under Esme's weight. Her hands held his face firmly in place, and she began to stroke his cheek with one thumb.

{I know why you did it, Callum. I know where that strength came from. It was the love inside you. Your love for Phaedra, and your love for me. That's what made you strong enough to endure the Synod. You're a soft person, and you're sensitive. Maybe even fragile. Maybe even timid. But you'll move heaven and Earth for someone you love. That's not weakness. You did what you did out of love for Phaedra and me. And we love you too, Callum.}

There was silence for a long moment. Esmeralda could feel Callum's heart thumping in his narrow, hairless chest.

"...Thank you, Esme," he said, his voice cracking. A single tear rolled down his cheek. Esmeralda moved her mouth to his cheek and licked the tear off of his face.

{Relax, Callum} she said, her psychic voice barely above a whisper, {You've suffered enough. You've worked so hard. There's no more work now, Callum. Just let me do the work. Just relax. Just let me make you feel good.}

Callum closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Esmeralda felt his little chest expand. She kissed him on the cheek. Callum felt her lips press against his left cheek, then against his right. Esme kissed the tip of Callum's nose, then moved down to his mouth, brushing her lips against his. Callum moaned hoarsely, feeling Esme's warm, moist lips brushing over his. Esme gently brushed the tip of her tongue against Callum's lips. He yielded, meekly opening his mouth and letting Esmeralda's tongue claim him. Callum moaned quietly into Esme's mouth, timidly reaching up and wrapping his arms around her torso. She broke the kiss, feeling his small, white arms wrapped around her body. Callum felt Esme's lips brush against his cheek as she moved to the side of his head, nibbling his earlobe.
"Ohhh!" said Callum, yelping in pleasure as Esmeralda expertly played with his ear. She stopped for a moment and pulled away, looking down at him with mischief in her glowing green eyes.

{Does that feel good, Callum? Do you like it?}

"Y-yes, Esme!" he yelped, "I..."

{You what?}

"I.. I was just wondering..."

Esme could read his mind, and she knew what he wanted. But she decided to give him some space.

{You can ask for things, Callum} she said, {You have needs and desires just like anyone else. If you want something from me, it's okay to ask. I might not say yes, but there's nothing wrong with asking. I promise I won't get mad at you. Nobody is going to yell at you or hit you.} As she spoke, she tenderly cupped his face in her hands, pressing her body down on him.

Callum sniffled again. How could she be this kind to him? What had he done to deserve this? He didn't deserve to feel so safe and cared for. He didn't deserve to be treated with so much kindness and consideration.

{Yes, Callum, you do deserve it. And I'm going to keep treating you this way until you understand that} she said, reading his mind again. She took one hand from his face and delicately combed through his hair with her fingers, touching him carefully and lightly, as if she were handling something fragile and precious. She said, {Now tell me, Callum, what was it you wanted from me?}

Callum inhaled deeply and let the breath out again, feeling the storm inside him calm and quiet down. Finally, he spoke.

"Esme, I... I really like it when you.. Umm..."

Esmeralda said nothing, but continued stroking his hair, looking into his eyes, giving him her full attention. Callum knew that whatever he said would be received without judgment. No matter what he needed, Esme would listen compassionately and attentively.

"Esme, it feels really good when you touch my butt. When you kiss me, I... I want you to pin me down and play with my butt, please."

{Certainly!} said Esmeralda, beaming at him, {And what else would you like, sweetheart?}

"I, um..." he bit his lip, looking away from her. His face blushed bright red at the request he was about to make.

"Esme," he finally said, "When we're done kissing... Will you please use the neurostimulator on me?"

{'Use' it on you?} she said, grinning coyly at him, {Use it how? Don't worry, Callum. You can ask directly. I won't judge you.}

Callum steeled himself, took a deep breath, and said, "Esme, please fuck me with the neurostimulator."

{Why don't you ask again?} she purred. She wrapped her arms around him in a bear hug, pinning his arms down to his sides. Her hands slid down his back and seized his little bottom in a firm grip. Esmeralda felt a heat growing in her belly as she groped his butt, feeling the pliant, naked, pink little globes yielding in her hands, feeling his slender body writhe beneath her, feeling his hips buck and his heart quicken. She tongue kissed him again.

{Come now, Callum. I know what you want. You know what you want} she said as she made out with him, {So say it out loud. Let go of that filter, Callum. Stop holding back. Stop being afraid.}

Callum grunted into her mouth, unable to speak. He squirmed his hips around, feeling the hot arousal in his belly unable to go anywhere because of the chastity cage. Esmeralda's hands were busy, kneading his ass vigorously. His pelvis wiggled about, pushing his butt against her groping hands, increasing the maddening arousal. Her fingernails dug into his cheeks. Her tongue slid over his teeth and around his own tongue. Her tight, athletic frame was pressed flush against him, taut and toned. With his arms pinned down and Esme on top of him, Callum couldn't do anything but squirm and whimper as she teased and tormented his supple, defenseless little body. Finally, she released his mouth.

"Oh, Esme!" he gasped, looking up at her with bleary eyes, "Esme, please fuck me with the neurostimulator. I need it so bad..."

{Callum! Why, sweetheart, don't take this the wrong way, but you sound a little slutty right now. You're begging. What kind of person begs to be fucked like that?}

"A dirty little whore," said Callum, practically shaking from arousal. He was breathing loudly, his diminutive chest heaving from the deep breaths.

{Are you a dirty little whore, Callum?}

"Yes, Esme! I'm a dirty, filthy little whore! Please fuck me!" he cried. Callum was sweating. Esmeralda could feel the heat radiating from his body. His pale face was flushed. Esme realized in that moment that she was quite wet.

{Nothing wrong with that, Callum. There's nothing wrong with you, or your desires. You want sex, don't you? Well, if you want to be a whore, then be a whore. I love you anyway. Keep begging, Callum...} she said. She began licking the sensitive spot on his neck just under his ear,

"Please, Esme, I can't take it!" he nearly screamed, "Please, please, please! I'll do anything! Oh, Esme..." he said, his voice beginning to shake. He began pleading slightly above his natural register, his voice sounding like a **** whine, "Esme, I've been in this cage so long! They hurt me so bad at the Synod. My balls hurt. And nobody cares! Nobody ever cares!"

{I care, Callum} she said into his mind, massaging his butt in a circular motion with a firm grip on his cheeks. Tears began welling in Callum's eyes.

"Esme, please! I'm going crazy! I'm frustrated, and I'm scared, and I'm _hurting_! Please, Esme, please fuck me so it won't hurt anymore. Oh, Esme, please make it stop hurting!" he wailed, tears streaming down his face.

Esmeralda had never been so happy and sad at the same time. Sad, because Callum was in so much pain. Happy, because he was finally communicating his needs directly, which was the whole point of making him beg. She was also happy to be able to fuck him, of course, but who wouldn't be?

{Well, then, you sweet boy} she said, {I think it's time for you to cum.}

Esmeralda took a cloth from the nightstand beside the table and carefully dried Callum's eyes. She sat up on the bed. She was still wearing her jumpsuit, but Callum was naked. He sat up, too, watching her. A tentacle descended from the ceiling, bearing the neurostimulator rod. Esme took it and began attaching it to her hips. Callum felt his hole twitch at the sight of it. He clasped his hands in front of his chest, shoulders hunched forward, and looked longingly at her as she tied the strapon onto her body, pleading with his eyes.

The neurostimulator was silver and shiny. It jutted out from her hips, attached by black straps. She kept her jumpsuit on. Despite being wet, Esmeralda was not taking her clothes off just yet. She would be clothed and Callum naked.

"Esme?" he said quietly, his voice a nearly inaudible squeak. She smiled at him as she finished strapping it on and said, {What is it, Callum?}

"Esme," he said, blushing slightly, "When you fuck me, you usually do it in missionary position."

{I do.}

"Could we... do doggy this time?"

{Oh! You want me to fuck you from behind, the way Phaedra does?}

"Yes, please," he said, staring down at the bed cover and fidgeting a little.

{Sounds good, Callum. Are you ready?}

"Yes, Esme, I'm ready."

{Okay, then. Bend over.}

Callum obeyed her. He turned away from her and stood on all fours. His thighs quaked visibly.

{Arch your back.}

Esmeralda licked her lips as she examined him. Callum was so adorable! His body was so pale, smooth and hairless. He was arching his back obediently, presenting his smooth white bottom to her. Esme admired the pale, round, naked globes of his ass, the tiny pink hole in between, the outsized swollen red balls, and his cute little dick locked away in that pink cage. Callum looked over his shoulder at her, his big, blue eyes moist and uncertain, seeking her approval.

"L-like this?" he stammered, hoping she liked it.

{Yes, Callum, just like that! Perfect! Just what I wanted! You're doing great, Callum!}

Esmeralda approached him and stood behind him on her knees, preparing to enter him. Callum moaned loudly when he felt her hands on his shoulder blades, delicately rubbing his upper back. Esme's hands slid down his back and came to a stop at his midriff, taking a firm grip on his waist. Callum felt her grab him there and gripped the bedsheets tightly in anticipation, arching his back a little more and presenting his rump. Esme looked smugly at the boy, giggling inside at how he pleaded with his body.

The neurostimulator could exude lubricant when desired, but Esme decided that manual lubrication would be more fun. A ceiling tentacle descended to squirt some lube into Esme's waiting hand. Callum gasped when he felt her hand on his hole, rubbing the lube onto his opening in slow circles. His little bottom quivered as he felt her massaging the lubricant into his flesh, and he reciprocated by pushing his hips back rhythmically, riding her hand. Finally, he felt the tip of one of her fingers press against his anus, and slide in to the second knuckle.

"Ohh!" he squealed.

Esmeralda frowned. Why was Callum so tight, now? He had been much easier to penetrate the last time she'd fucked him. What was wrong? She looked at his mind for a moment, and had the answer: it was stress. The poor dear was so wound up from his time at the Synod that his asshole was clenched shut much more tightly than normal. Fair enough. She would just need to go slow.

With one hand, Esmeralda continued the slow probing of his asshole. With the other, she reached down and delicately cupped his sensitive, swollen testicles, weighing them in her palm. Esme watched a shiver run up Callum's spine as she played with his **** parts, her warm palm lightly fondling his balls. Her eyes widened. Gods, they were swollen so large! It must have been terribly painful for him to even walk, much less have someone touch him there. It was time to check in with him.

{Oh, Callum, you poor thing! You're so swollen down there! Am I hurting you?}

"N-no. I'm okay, Esme."

{Okay, honey. If it hurts, I need you to let me know. Deep breaths, now. Everything is going to be just fine, Callum. Just let me take care of you. It's okay, baby boy. Mommy's going to make it all better.}

Esmeralda smiled to herself as she fingered him. It was so obvious that Callum had a huge mommy kink. This would be the best part of playing with him as time went on. Phaedra would be delighted, too...

Callum surrendered to her touch, feeling her forefinger push in and out of his asshole. He moaned loudly as a second finger joined the first, pushing its way into him and stretching him out. Her fingers felt incredible on his insides. Even though it hurt, it still felt good, and Callum began pushing his butt backward, riding Esmeralda's fingers, feeling them push down and press against his prostate each time she was hilted. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, a deep blush across his nose and cheeks, butt still arched high in the air, biting his lip and grunting. Esme worked his hole and cradled his balls, playing his body like a fiddle.

Finally, Esmeralda pulled her fingers out of him. Callum felt both of her strong hands grasp his waist, then the tip of the strapon pressed against his anus. He gritted his teeth and felt his butt twitching in anticipation. She wasn't even pushing yet, and he was already arching his back and desperately pushing his ass out.

"Please fuck me, Esme! Please!"

{You want me to fuck your ass, Callum?}

"Yes! Please! Please, please, please!"

{You want me to put it in there, baby boy? You want me to give you nice, long strokes on your prostate? Spank you and pump your little hole til you squirt?}

"Nnnngggg...."

Esmeralda's grip on Callum's waist tightened, and she pushed forward. Callum screamed at the top of his lungs as the first few inches of the strapon pushed into his eager, clenching hole. He was gasping loudly, his tummy pushing in and out as Esme claimed his butt. Then she began to rock her hips back and forth, fucking him with the first few inches. Callum sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the first few inches.

{Relax, love. Deep breath, now. Good boy...}

Esmeralda giggled.

{You know, when Phaedra fucks me, she does it from behind like this. I haven't had it in my butt yet, but she always works my pussy at an angle. King of like this...} she said, gently thrusting in and out of Callum. She stood up on her feet, so that her feet were planted outside of Callum's legs, and began giving him longer strokes. He panted as she fucked him deeper, feeling his asshole grip the shaft as it pushed deeper into his needy guts. Finally, Esmeralda drove into him to the hilt, her thighs colliding with his with a loud "plap". She stayed there for a moment, totally still, tightly squeezing his sides in her grip. Callum was barely able to stay up on all fours. His thighs were quaking. His eyes were wide as saucers now, staring into some unseen distance, and a little drool leaked from his open, panting mouth.

Esmeralda began swiveling her hips slowly, pressing him from the inside and hitting all his sensitive spots. That was too much for Callum, and his arms gave out. He collapsed face-down on the sheets, butt still up in the air. He squawked deliriously as Esme worked his prostate, pushing him closer to orgasm. He couldn't get hard because of the cage, but he could feel the heat building in his belly and prostate.

{Give me your hands, Callum} she whispered.

"Y-yes Esme," Callum stammered, putting his hands behind his back. He was still face-down ass-up, and now had his hands folded submissively behind his back. Esmeralda grabbed both of his hands with her own and pinned them in place. She began rocking her hips, giving him long, slow strokes, driving into him at an angle so that he felt the entire shaft of the rod slide over his prostate each time. His eyes rolled, showing the whites. Keeping his arms pinned with her left hand, Esme used her right hand to give him a rough smack on the ass. Callum yelped as Esme spanked him soundly, feeling the sharp smacks on his helpless, exposed, quivering bottom. Each one left a feeling of electric warmth that seemed to radiate over his hind quarters. Esme continued pumping his greedy, clenching hole, ruthlessly squeezing his prostate, until...

Callum began cumming and let loose a long, loud, shrill squeal that slowly turned into a scream. He squirted a huge rope of white cum that pooled on the sheets. Esmeralda was merciless, never letting up or even varying her pace. Callum could do nothing but drool and spasm as Esme punished his prostate with long, deep, regular strokes. Even after he came, Esme refused to stop, and continued spanking him until his prostate began to squirm again and he came a second time. He began to squeak, giving a girly "Uhn!" each time Esme's strap squeezed into his hole. His face was bright red and his toes curled as she fucked him into a third orgasm. A final squirt of fluid gave way to a trickle, and finally it was a dry cum. Esme dominated his prostate, and he was utterly helpless, unable to stop her with his face smashed into the sheets and fireworks going off in his brain.

Finally, Esmeralda stopped, then slowly pulled out of him. He made a strangled "Nnng!" sound as he felt the rod slide out of his opening, and collapsed face down on the bed, shivering and covered in sweat. He moaned, barely aware as Esme picked him up in her arms, turned him over, and gently lay him down on his back, making sure to put his head on a pillow. His eyes were bleary and half-closed, unfocused. He felt Esme going over his body with a soft, fluffy towel, wiping the sweat off of him.

{Spread your legs, sweetheart} she said, and he complied like a well-trained pet. He whined quietly when he felt Esme's hand slide under his sac, gently cupping his balls and rolling them in her palm.
{Not so swollen anymore} she said, {Callum, how do you feel? Are your testicles still hurting?}
He blinked, trying to focus. It occurred to him that he did feel much better. He wasn't sore down there anymore, and the horrible knot of desire in his belly was gone.

"I... Feel a lot better. It doesn't hurt anymore Thank you," he said.

{You're welcome, sweetheart} she replied. She released his scrotum and began rubbing him down with both hands, her fingers gliding over his skin and working out the knots and tension. Then she lay down beside him, carefully turning him to face toward her, and pulled him into a loving embrace, cuddling him to her and throwing on leg over him. She put one hand on the back of his neck and pressed his face into her breasts, gave him a kiss on the top of his head. Esme smiled as she felt Callum's little body go limp, relaxing into her embrace, and she tenderly stroked his hair, holding him close. He sighed contentedly, inhaling Esmeralda's lovely scent, the nice smell that made him feel so sleepy.

"I love you, Esme."

{I love you too, Callum}

Callum's eyes fluttered shut and his breathing became slow, deep, and regular as he drifted off to sleep, finally feeling safe and protected in Esme's arms.

---

Phaedra waited outside of her tower. The tower had a long ramp connecting the front door to the ground. The caterpillar should be arriving any minute now. The atmosphere of Alfo Prime made long-range communications difficult, unless a psychic link were established first. Alfonians had never really developed advanced communication tech because they were accustomed to communicating with telepathy, but this limited them in cases where telepathy couldn't be established.Phaedra's pointed, elven ears pricked up at the distant rumble of a caterpillar. Was it just a freight-carrier, passing through the area, or...? Phaedra stared at the horizon. She lived in a heavily forested region of the continent, far away from prying eyes, the sort of place that only an Executrix of her stature could afford. A long road led off through the trees, the Alfonian trees that were hundreds of meters tall. In the distance, right at the edge of her preternaturally sharp vision, she spotted a dust cloud being kicked up as a caterpillar lumbered down the trail. It was unmistakably a caterpillar headed for her dwelling, and that could only mean one thing... Phaedra inhaled sharply. Callum! It was Esmeralda and Callum! They were coming home soon!

Phaedra waited another thirty minutes or so for the caterpillar to finally arrive. It rolled up to her tower, the enormous grey metal cylinder grinding riding giant treads and rumbling over rocks and dirt, the black glass of the cockpit visible as a tiny rectangle in the front of the vehicle. The ramp that exited the caterpillar opened in the back. It wasn't exactly an easy vehicle to turn around, so that meant that Callum and Esmeralda would have to walk all the way around the the vehicle to see her...

Phaedra spotted them momentarily. She could see Esmeralda, looking as young and vibrant and sexy as ever, walking confidently in her skin-tight green jumpsuit. And in her arms, wrapped in a white blanket, was him. Callum. His tiny, sleeping form was curled up in Esme's embrace, blond hair blowing softly in the breeze. His eyes were closed beatifically, and his hands, even in sleep, clung tightly to Esme's garments.

Phaedra felt something like electricity all over her body. Oh, gods! Here they came. Here he came. Despite being a high-ranking Executrix with many centuries of life behind her, she felt a quaking, crackling excitement running through her body. She was giddy, excited like a horny 160-year-old schoolgirl in an Alfonian academy. It would be so much fun to claim him again! ...But then, she calmed down a bit. No, not yet. He would doubtless be tired from the Synod's interrogation, and need to be soothed and reassured before she could take her pleasure with him. She would need to be selfless. And not just selfless – eventually, that chastity cage would have to come off. And she would need to have him inside of her... Phaedra sighed, feeling herself moisten a bit. Alfonians were much tighter for their size than human females. Even a prick the size of Callum's could bring them to orgasm, particularly if the psychic link were strong enough...

Esmeralda approached, holding Callum. Phaedra wondered why Esme wasn't speaking to her, but then she realized that this was a special occasion. Telepathy just wouldn't do. Esme finally reached Phaedra and gave her a tired but cheerful smile.

"Phae," she said, using her voice, "We're back."

"Is he... okay?"

"No," said Esme sadly, "He's not okay. The Synod did some... terrible things to him. He's going to need a lot of sympathy and care. But he's alive, and I think he's going to be happy to see you. When he's awake, that is."

Phaedra looked down at the adorable human boy in Esmeralda's arms, watching him breathe peacefully. She began to receive the psychic aftershocks of what had happened at the Synod. She saw the **** sex, the trials, the psychological **** of Esme, the burn with the cigarette.

"Esme," she said softly, "I'm so sorry."

She stepped forward and, as best she could without waking Callum, squeezed Esmeralda against her in a warm, loving embrace.

"This was wrong," Phaedra whispered, "This was all wrong. My mother and Nemesis.... They don't know what they almost destroyed. Esme, are you alright?"

"No," said Esme quietly, "But I will be. I think it would be best if we all stayed here for a few days. What do you say, Phae?"

"Of course. Come inside."

---

Callum awoke and sat bolt upright. He felt a little panicked, looking around wide-eyed. Where was he? Where were Eris and Pasiphäe and Minerva? And where was that horrible woman, Nemesis? His breathing slowed and deepened when he realized, piece by piece, that he wasn't in the Synod chamber anymore. He was... where was he? This looked... like Phaedra's house. Was it true? Was he back in her home, safe at last? He realized that he was sitting on a soft fluffy white couch, wrapped in a white blanket, totally warm and comfortable, and the familiar, comforting patterns of the walls in Phaedra's house were playing on every surface. Surely, this meant he was home?He heard voices around the corner. Female voices. He shuffled the blanket off, feeling its soft, silky texture slide off of his naked skin. Callum climbed down off the couch, made, as it was, for people twice his size. He felt so small, trying to climb off. He walked over the soft white carpet, feeling its plush, fluffy texture against his feet.

"But is he alright, Esme? I know he's probably traumatized from it all. But do you think he'll feel safe with us?"

"I think so, Phae. I think he'll be just fine. We just have to be gentle with him. He gets scared so easily. We just have to be careful with him."

Callum walked around the corner. A short turn into another room, and he saw another white couch. Everything in the house seemed to be white, except the multi-colored patterns playing on the walls as some kind of art. Esme and Phaedra were both sitting on that white couch, facing one another. They had their arms around each other, and both were naked. Both of them looked very ****, their expressive faces showing pure innocence and openness. They were gazing into one another's eyes. Callum looked at their pointed ears and long, thin face and big, green and blue eyes. They were gently caressing one another, seemingly deep in an intimate talk. Each Alfonian's hands played over the other's shoulders and forearms, gentle teasing and touching and caressing as they spoke heart-to-heart.

"He's been hurt, Phae. You know that. He's been hurt by his stepmother, and by those horrible bitches at the Synod. It's going to take a long time for us to open him back up. And he needs to be treated with some dignity and love."

"I know. And I think it's about time we included him in this conversation," said Phaedra. She slowly turned her head and smiled at Callum.

"Callum, dear. Why don't you come join us here on the couch?"