Page 104 of Under His Heel

All he got from Tracht was a hard glare. “Get back into position. Unless you’d like to spend the next few days in the cage with nothing but water.”

Why couldn’t Alex just keep his damn mouth shut? He shook as he lay down again, and he closed his eyes so he couldn’t see what Tracht was doing.

The cat would hurt. Especially on his front. He took a breath and steeled himself, because yeah, he knew he was going to end up crying out, but maybe he could just endure for a little while.

He felt the bed dip, and then Tracht’s hands running over him. They settled on his wrists and started tying them together with the rope. A slight tug had Alex stretching further up, until his arms were tied securely to the headboard.

“Perfectly still, Alex,” Tracht murmured. He again trailed his fingers down Alex’s body, stopping to remove the cock cage and then moving on to Alex’s feet and toes. Alex tensed in preparation for tickling, but all that came was more rope, securing his feet in a spread-eagle position to the sides of the bed.

Then a gentle touch on his stomach. Alex warily opened his eyes. Tracht sat next to him and held the flogger just over him, gently running the ends of it over Alex’s chest and down to his cock.

“What’re you doing?” Alex asked gruffly. His muscles were bunched up with tension, ready for a sudden strike.

“You thought to provoke me into violence,” Tracht said. He continued swishing the cat over Alex’s cock. “But Alex, I refuse to be manipulated by you. And I absolutely refuse to punish you for standing by me, for choosing me over somebody else. So I am not going to hurt you today.”

That should have made Alex happy. He didn’t want to hurt. He didn’t like pain.

But a wave of confusing anger washed over him. “You said—”

Tracht leaned down and kissed him, and even that was gentle and different. “I’m going to reward you, Alex, whether you want it or not.”

He got up and stripped his clothes off, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor. Then he sat down next to Alex again and stroked Alex’s cock. There was nothing for Alex to complain about. It was exactly the right type of pressure that he liked, and Tracht varied his strokes between slow and fast, until Alex was hard and vibrating with need and confusion.

“Stop,” Alex begged. “I don’t… I don’t want to—”

Tracht laughed and leaned forward to touch their foreheads together. “Alex, I honestly thought you would be enjoying yourself, and I would put up with one unsatisfying fuck for your sake.” He sat back and picked up the bottle of lube from the night stand. “It’s getting a bit more fun for me now.”

He poured a bit of lube on his hand, and then he reached down and—and started fingering himself. His own hole. Alex sucked in a breath and jerked in his bonds.

“What are you doing?” Alex demanded again.

“Exactly what it looks like.” Tracht hissed and used his other hand to jerk his cock. “A little while back you asked if you could fuck me.”

Alex’s eyes widened. No. Arousal washed over him, and he tugged at the ropes. He felt himself get even harder and a glance down showed his cock leaking precome, red and swollen. “Wait! I’m—”

Tracht pulled his fingers out and wrapped the lube-sticky hand around Alex’s cock. Alex let out a strangled cry and god, he almost came right then.

“I do hope you can hold out for a bit longer than that,” Tracht said. He finished coating Alex’s cock with lube, poured more on it, until Alex was sticky with it.

Alex had to close his eyes when Tracht straddled his hips, because the sight alone could have set him off.

Warm, wet pressure, all around him. God. Alex sobbed loudly, and he didn’t understand why this was making his eyes blur. He’d wanted to fuck Tracht. And this was better than getting flayed open.

It was so much though. All at once. Nothing but pleasure, so intense it stole his breath.

Tracht placed his hands on Alex’s shoulders and started moving his hips, and he squeezed tightly around Alex’s cock. Both of them groaned.

Alex couldn’t believe that he’d ever thought he liked pussy more than ass. He had never felt anything like this, pleasure piled on top of pleasure, Tracht’s moans echoing in his ears, and then Tracht leaned down to kiss him, robbing Alex of what little air he had left.

“I haven’t done this with anyone in over ten years, Alex,” Tracht whispered, “so I—” he groaned, “I hope you appreciate it.” He rubbed his finger along the sides of Alex’s eyes, where the tears were leaking out.

Alex struggled to lift his hips enough to fuck into Tracht, clumsy, uncoordinated, but he loved Tracht’s sounds, loved knowing he was the only person to have fucked Tracht in years.

When Alex felt his orgasm nearing, he cried out because he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to keep being inside Tracht, but Tracht drove down on Alex’s cock and squeezed, and that was it. Alex spasmed and came so hard that his vision blurred.

He lost a few moments, drifted on the aftershocks of pleasure. Tracht was still fucking himself on Alex, which was starting to feel like a bit too much. Alex whimpered and struggled, to which Tracht squeezed tighter.

“Keep moving,” Tracht said while jerking himself off. Alex did his best to lift his hips as much as he could, but he was exhausted and drained. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Tracht’s face though. Probably nobody else had ever made Tracht enjoy sex without torturing somebody first. Alex tried to memorize that look of bliss. If his hands had been free, he would have been jerking Tracht off or lifting him up by the hips to give him a proper fuck.

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