Page 100 of Under His Heel

He bent forward and cupped Alex’s face. “That’s twice now you’ve done me an immeasurable service. I think a much better man than I would offer to pay off your debt early.”

God, Tracht’s eyes were intense. Alex had to avert his gaze.

He tried to imagine not being here, on this ship, with Tracht. He wouldn’t have to do the horrible stuff. He wouldn’t get breasts, there’d be no risk of piercings or teeth getting pulled out, and no public humiliation.

Alex would just be stuck on one station, probably, doing a normal job. Or getting in trouble again. And Tracht would find some other bond servant, or a proper lover, or…

“You’re a dick though, right? So you’re keeping me.” Alex shifted upward and draped himself across Tracht’s lap. He caught Tracht’s chuckle and shivered when Tracht started rubbing Alex’s still-clothed back.

“That’s right. I’m a monster. A rapist.” Tracht kept petting gently, soothing Alex.

“Whatever.” Alex decided it didn’t matter, as long as Tracht wasn’t planning on cutting up Alex’s back or getting rid of him. He unzipped Tracht’s trousers and nuzzled in close.

Tracht was still half-hard, and he made an appreciative sound. “Ah, Alex. Keep going.” He spread his legs wider and Alex slotted neatly between them, using his hands to pull Tracht’s cock free of his underwear.

“Take your shirt off.” Tracht stroked himself lightly with his clean hand while Alex threw his shirt off, and then he guided Alex back to his cock.

The blood on Tracht’s hands had crusted and flaked, but it still felt grimy when Tracht grabbed Alex’s shoulder. Alex ignored the sensation—he’d had blood on his own hands too, and a lot more of it—and lightly licked the head of Tracht’s dick.

“If I could do it without breaking you,” Tracht said, “I would flay your skin open. Have you suck me off afterwards, just like this, blood running down your back.” He moaned and took hold of Alex’s head and thrust forward without any other warning. Alex panicked for a moment, cut off from air, but he reminded himself that it was fine.

Tracht wanted to keep him.

He gasped and sucked in a breath as soon as Tracht pulled back.

“You’d beg me to stop, and Alex, I might actually stop.” Tracht laughed. “Your cries would be so delicious, your tears so beautiful, and I might actually stop.”

The air in the room felt warmer, stickier, and Alex’s heart pounded in double-time. He got the feeling Tracht was saying something really important, only Alex was having a hard time thinking. He didn’t wait for Tracht to guide him; he leaned forward and choked himself on Tracht’s cock, wanting to show Tracht how Alex was definitely, fully on his side.

Tracht moaned loudly, and he stroked Alex’s ears lightly. Alex held for several long seconds, waiting until his vision almost whited out before pulling back and sucking in another breath.

“I am very, very glad I chose you that day,” Tracht murmured. His thumbs lingered on the corners of Alex’s eyes, rubbing at the tears there. “Now sit back a bit, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue.”

“I can keep going,” Alex protested, his voice a bit rough.

“I know you can. But I want to see your face dripping with my come.” Tracht pushed Alex back just enough, angling his face upward so that Alex was forced to look into his eyes. With his other hand, Tracht started jacking off.

Alex didn’t want to sit passively though. His chest was tight in a weird way, and his blood rushed to his ears, and he had to do something. So yeah, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, and he kept his eyes on Tracht’s face, but when Tracht’s hold loosened lightly, Alex surged forward and licked the tip of Tracht’s dick, making sure to roll his piercing over it.

Tracht came immediately, come gushing and splattering across Alex’s lips. Some of it dribbled down his chin, and he made sure to keep his mouth open so Tracht could get the full view of it.

“Alex. Alex.” Tracht let go of him and slumped back onto the couch. “Come up here.”

Alex climbed up to the couch and sat down next to Tracht. He was immediately assaulted, pushed down and kissed violently, Tracht’s come passing between the two of them before Alex finally swallowed. Tracht kept stroking him all over, raking his nails over Alex’s skin. Alex wished Tracht were wearing less clothing, but he did what he could, getting his hands under Tracht’s shirt and holding on to him.

The kissing slowed, and eventually Tracht’s touches turned soothing. He settled against Alex, breathing deeply against Alex’s neck. “Thank you.”

“Huh?”

“I assume you had some mild attack of conscience, if only because you don’t completely detest Mr. Parsons. But thank you. For choosing me.”

Well, screwing over Tracht was bad for Alex. That was the only reason Alex hadn’t done it. And Parsons had brought it on himself by being an idiot.

At least, that’s what Alex told himself.

He kept holding Tracht.

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