The Jascian's Toy copyright 2005 Rowan McBride

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The following story contains erotic homosexual situations. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now.

- Three -



Lendoriac candy: sweet, tart (but not sour), and... delicate. It melts in your mouth almost as soon as it makes contact with your tongue.

"So this is what I taste like?" The idea was a bit depressing. I'd been hoping my flavor would be something more masculine--along the lines of black licorice maybe.

Gavin popped another piece into his mouth. "Yep. My favorite."

That was a plus, I suppose. At least it was something he liked.

"Want some more water?"

I glanced at my cup. It was the perfect size for me, but given my surroundings it looked like a dollhouse accessory. Fitting, I guess, considering the fact that I was a toy now. "Sure."

He picked up his own glass and poured a little water into mine. I had expected him to be gone at least an hour for lunch, but he returned almost immediately with a large plate in his hand. He'd tossed a little plastic packet into the waste basket and sat on the bed, carefully this time.

"What was that?" I'd asked, peering over the edge of the bed.

"You don't want it. Smells horrible." He put the plate between us. "Jascian food should be fine for an Earther, so I'll share my meals with you, alright?"

I glanced at the plate. Some sort of red meat, vegetables I didn't recognize. The doctor in me warned against trying unfamiliar food from an environment I knew nothing about, but the savory smell made my stomach clench with hunger.

He cut some of the food into little pieces and pushed them to my side of the plate. "Let me know if you want more." He reached into a night-stand drawer and pulled out a small felt bundle, unrolling it beside me. "I bought the basic Earther Care Kit. I figured we can decide on what else to get you together."

A fork, a spoon, a knife, another water glass. Razor, toothbrush, hairbrush. Even a little tube of toothpaste and a can of shaving foam. All the comforts of home. My mouth quirked. "How about a pink corvette?"

His eyebrows drew together. "I'm not sure what that is, but I can try and get one for you."

I chuckled--the first laugh I'd been able to muster since I'd arrived in this strange world--but there was a certain sadness to the sound, as well. "It's nothing. Just me being stupid."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Tell me."

"On my world we have a toy called a Barbie doll." I raked my fingers through my hair, noting absently that it needed a cut and wondering how one would go about procuring a barber here. "You can purchase a bunch of accessories for it, one of which is a pink convertible. A car."

"Oh, so it was a joke?" He straightened and retrieved his own knife and fork.

"A bad one."

He grinned. "You should eat. You've hardly had anything in the last two days."

He'd really watched me closely these past couple of days. Understandable, I guess. I got the impression that getting an `Earther toy' was a big thing for these people, and anticipation probably had him checking up on me frequently for a couple days before my arrival.

I picked up a fork and tried some of the meat. It was good. More than that--the best I'd ever tasted, and the vegetables were the same way. I ate my fill, which, it turned out, was surprisingly little.

Gavin seemed confused by it as well. "You're done already?"

It didn't make sense. I'd only eaten 3 or 4 bites of each, and yet I felt as if I'd gorged myself. "I guess Jascian food is pretty filling."

He glanced at the wastebasket and then back at me. "Well, if you get hungry later, let me know. And if you aren't feeling like you're getting the nutrition you need, then let me know that too, because that means I'll have to switch you to the food that came in the care kit."

"Sure thing," I said, taking a sip of water. It also tasted better than any I'd had before. Clean. Pure.

He went back to his meal, having no trouble cleaning his plate.

And now here we were, sharing lendoriac candy. Apparently it was like Jell-O. There was always room for it. He handed me another small piece and leaned back against his headboard, one of his knees drawn up.

I placed the candy on my tongue, my fingers lingering near my mouth as I stared at him. Even when his body was so obviously relaxed, every muscle stood out in sharp relief. His delts were large and rounded, his traps pulled his tank-top high. His calves were diamond shaped, and looked every bit as hard. A human man with that amount of sheer brawn would be bound by it, but Gavin moved with a careless sort of grace and made me want to watch him for hours on end.

The corner of his mouth lifted. "Do you like my body, Blake?"

Embarrassed heat flooded my skin and I ducked my head. What man over thirty still blushed?

One of his feet hooked my waist and dragged me closer. He wrapped his long, thick legs around me and sat up, his muscles working hypnotically beneath his skin as he lowered his head to bring it to mine. "Would you like me to remove my shirt?"

There was nowhere I could look without my gaze landing on some part of his body. A warm prison of flesh and bone.

"It's alright." He chuckled. Low, soft, painfully sexy. "You can touch me where ever, whenever you want."

Who in their right mind could resist a statement like that? Of its own accord, my hand drifted to his wrist.

The chuckle turned into full blown laughter. "I give you permission to touch me anywhere and you choose my wrist?"

I kept my gaze on my hand, watched as it glided up his forearm and traced the cords there. His laughter faded as my fingers skimmed the sensitive skin at the crook of his elbow. I found that vein that travels the peak of a man's biceps. My voice grew husky, and finally I started to sound like an adult. "For all your strength and size, you're still only a teenager. To you, instant gratification is the only gratification."

I glanced up at him, watching his breathing shallow as I ran the pad of my thumb up that vein. "No appreciation for slow, tight anticipation. Not enough patience to fan that spark of arousal into a flame. Not enough experience to feed the flame until it's wild fire." I curled my fingers slightly, so that my nails dragged along his skin as my hand traveled the circumference of his arm.

Surprised? Don't be. I was starting to get comfortable with Gavin and, despite my size, I tend to take control of a sexual relationship.

My fingers found his triceps, danced along the powerful striation that separated the muscles. "Are you understanding me, Gavin?"

He whispered his next word. "Fuck."

I raised an eyebrow. "Not until later. That's the whole point."

A low growl escaped him and he flipped me backwards. He slammed his hands down on each side of my head, and suddenly I remembered who really had the power here. His blue eyes were unnaturally bright; his long, hard arms trembled with the effort of his restraint.

It occurred to me that Gavin's enhanced strength and body might also mean an enhanced libido. Which meant that I'd been torturing him.

His strained voice rumbled up from low in his chest. "Can I kiss you?"

I stared up at him in surprise. "I have a choice?"

Gavin groaned. "I told you I'd give you time, and I meant that. You can always count on my word." He lowered his head and his harsh breath washed over my skin. "But I'm begging you, Blake. Let me have a little release."

I'd put him in this state. Who was I to deny him? "S-Sure."

The sly grin I'd grown to like so much did not surface as expected. Instead, there was a certain urgency in his expression as he swiftly covered my mouth with his.

My eyes drifted closed as I kissed a mouth more than three times bigger than mine. It wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. His mouth was as graceful as any other part of his body, and his lips smooth and firm against mine, with no indication of the ferocity I knew raged inside of him.

He licked my lips and I parted them. His tongue filled my mouth and my hands traveled up his shoulders, his traps, to link behind his neck. That dark, spiced scent of his dominated my senses and I moaned with total abandon.

Funny that, in the end, he was the one who broke the kiss.

"I feel better," he breathed, though his eyes were still oddly bright. "What about you?"

My entire body felt taut, sensitized by his all too brief kiss. "I'm a sea of tranquility."

He chuckled, licked my cheek, and sat back on his glutes. "Yeah, just like lendoriac candy."

I eased myself up, returning his grin. Maybe tasting like girly candy wasn't so bad. "I can live with that."

"So, is there anything you need at the moment?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging wildly from the simple motion.

My throat went dry and I took another sip of water. Which was when I realized that there was one thing I did need. "Actually... um... well... I've had 3 glasses of water."

A brief look of puzzlement flitted over his features before comprehension dawned. "Oh, sure." He hopped off the bed and put his big hands on my waist, lowering me down to the carpet. "Follow me."

I had to jog just to keep up with his casual stride. Lucky for me we were just crossing the room. "You have a bathroom in your bedroom?"

He opened the door. "Of course. Don't you?"

"Well, yeah. But mine is a master bedroom."

He grinned and stood aside to let me pass. "All Alphas are masters, Blake."

How he managed to be so cocky without coming off as arrogant was beyond me. I walked into the bathroom, passing by a calf muscle bigger around than my chest, and paused when I saw a little toilet at the base of a much bigger one. "Oh...kay."

Gavin crouched beside me and still had to look down to meet my gaze. "It's a working miniature. Attached to mine." He pressed the little silver handle. "See? Flushes and everything."

I made a sound that was part genuine laughter and part self-pity. "That's a bonus." I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of my scrubs, then glanced up at him.

"Oh." He quickly straightened. "I'll leave you to it then."

"I appreciate that," I said wryly.

He winked at me and left the room.

I went about my business, marveling again at how much my life had changed, wondering what lie in store for me. The memory of Gavin's mouth returned, only it wasn't just in my mind. It was as if I could actually feel him against me again. Never in my life had I ever felt such intensity for another person.

What did it say about me that I had to be kidnapped to another world to find it?


I looked down into the sink, filled with steaming water. "This is where you want me to take a bath?" What was I? Six months old?

Gavin dipped his fingers into the water, presumably to check the temperature. "There's nothing I'd like more than to have you in the shower with me. But the water pressure would cover you in... what do you call those blue and black marks that appear on your skin when you get hurt?"

My mind went blank when he stripped off his shirt. As with yesterday, those massive pecs and bricked abs took my breath. Then his question sank in, and I dragged my gaze up to his face. "Are you talking about bruises?"

He snapped his fingers. "Yeah, that's it."

I stared at him in astonishment. "Do you not get bruises, Gavin? Is that why you didn't know the word?"

"Jascians don't get bruises. We don't break. We don't get sick. If I hadn't watched you for so long, I wouldn't even know what a doctor is."

I sat down, and this time when I checked out his body, it was with a doctor's eye. Before, I'd noticed his healthy skin. But now I saw that he had no flaws whatsoever. No pock marks. No scars from childhood scrapes. Almost perfect symmetry throughout his frame. "Extraordinary."

"Not really." He removed his pants, revealing a pair of boxer shorts stretched taut over thick quads.

He went to the shower stall and leaned over to turn on the water, giving me a prime view of his muscled backside. "I'd have to disagree," I whispered.

The resulting roar made me jump. Yeah. That would do some damage.

Gavin peeled off his boxers and stepped into the shower. Sadly, I wasn't able to get a glimpse of the more intimate pieces of his anatomy. I suspected he'd done it on purpose. Either to get back at me for what I'd done to him yesterday, or to respect the fact that I was a prude. No matter the reason, it was a disappointment.

I stuck my hand into the water, snatching it out instantly. I barely kept myself from crying out. It was scalding! I stared at my hand, already red from the burn. Not serious. First degree. Was going to be uncomfortable for a while, though. My own fault. What kind of idiot dunked his entire hand into a pool of steaming water?

Still, it was hard to understand. Gavin had seemed fine with it. Was his physiology that different from mine?

Holding my injured hand close to me, I tried to twist the cold water knob. It didn't budge. I put a little shoulder into it. But still nothing happened.

Powerless then. Even with this simple task.

I sat on the counter and pressed my hand to the smooth stone in an effort to cool the burn. Steam from the shower enveloped me. I couldn't do anything but wait.

Trying to ignore my stinging skin, I thought about last night. Gavin had pushed my bed close to his, explaining that he was afraid he'd roll over on me in his sleep, so until he got a larger bed, I could stay in my own. Truthfully, I was glad for that. My bed was the only thing I had left from my home, my old life. It was comforting to sleep in it.

The water turned off. Grinning, Gavin reached out, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist before stepping out. Which cleared up one matter.

He was getting me back for yesterday.

The towel rode low on his hips, revealing those two beautiful lines that came with defined obliques. All that glistening muscle made me forget I'd injured myself.

His smile faded as he looked at me. "Why haven't you washed up yet?"

I slid my hand behind my back, too proud to admit I'd burned myself. "I was just waiting for the water to cool."

He picked up on my movement and came closer, taking my arm. I tried to resist, but he easily pulled my hand into view. "You're hurt?"

No use lying about it now. "A little."

The naked concern in his expression caught me off guard. "But I... I checked the water. How can you be hurt?"

"It's not your fault. I guess human beings are more delicate than either of us thought."

My statement didn't seem to comfort him at all. If anything, he only grew more upset. "Why didn't you call for me?"

I wracked my mind for something to say that might calm him. "I didn't think you'd be able to hear me over the shower spray. Relax, Gavin. I'm not dying."

He gripped the edge of the counter and my eyes rounded as his knuckles turned white. "Jascian ears are more sophisticated than Earther ones. We can filter out sounds, process a wider spectrum. If you ever need me, shout. If I'm in the house, I'll come running. Understand?"

No, I didn't really understand. This anxiety... it was genuine, and he seemed inconsolable. "Sure," I said, in an effort to soothe him.

"Wait right here." He rushed out of the bathroom.

I leaned over the edge of the counter. A ten foot drop. "Not a problem," I murmured.

His rummaging was easy to hear, and lasted for a minute or two. Silence fell for so long that I began to wonder if he'd left. Then I heard him swear loudly before he strode back to me. "There's nothing in the manual about hot water. Will this help you?" He placed a little black case in front of me.

I glanced up in surprise. "This is my doctor's bag."

"I know. Can it help you?"

"How did you get it?"

His agitation spiked, but he answered me. "I knew it was important to you, so when you were brought here, I made sure to bring that, too. Can it help you?"

A goofy little grin shaped my mouth. He was right. This bag was important to me. My parents had given it to me when I graduated from med-school. They were both gone now, but seeing it always reminded me how proud they'd been. And Gavin had picked up on that. He'd cared enough to make sure I had something I loved close by.


I flipped open the bag with my good hand. "Ah, no. Nothing in here that would help. It's just a first degree burn. No blisters. No open wounds. I have some anti-bacterial ointment, but that's not needed in this case. I just have to keep it clean. And cool."

Gavin gingerly gripped my forearm, his fingers totally engulfing it, and drew my hand to his mouth. He pursed his lips and sent a gentle stream of air cascading over my skin. "Like that?"

You would not believe how hard it was to keep myself from leaning in and capturing that mouth with my own. "Not exactly. Don't get me wrong, what you're doing feels," a tremor of pleasure went through my body, "great. But running it under cold water or applying a cold, wet cloth is best."

He released me, reached into the sink to remove the stopper, and then--using just his fingers--turned the knob I'd been struggling with earlier.

"So easy for you," I commented, not without a trace of awe. "I couldn't budge it at all."

"Of course it's easy for me. Everything on a Jascian world is built to accommodate a Jascian's strength." He adjusted the water flow to a light trickle. "There you go."

I carefully placed my hand underneath the faucet, sighing with relief as I felt the pain in my hand recede.

"I'm really sorry, Blake. I should have known better."

"How could you?" I joked. "You don't even know what pain is."

He frowned. "Jascians feel pain. It just doesn't break us."

I remembered when he'd slammed his fist into Kieric's arm yesterday. The other boy had definitely been in a world of hurt. "My mistake." I straightened, unconsciously cradling my hand close again, although now there was very little discomfort. "Forgive me."

Gavin returned the stopper and increased the flow of cold water. "This time we'll do it right." He waited until the sink was halfway full before turning off the cold and turning on the hot. "Try this," he said, switching it off after a moment.

This time, I only stuck the tip of my finger into the water.

"Still cold?"

I nodded.

He put another short burst of hot water into the sink and repeated the process until it had reached a temperature I was comfortable with.

"You're sure this is alright?"

"This is perfect, Gavin."

He immersed his hand. "I'll never make that mistake again. I promise you that."

Looking into his determined face, I couldn't help but believe him.

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