Page 12 of Under His Heel

“As much fun as this is though, I do have duties to attend to. You know, real work, the kind you apparently never bothered to do. So you’ll be going back into the cage.”

When Tracht went to retrieve all the gear, Alex started crawling towards the door, as fast as he could. He didn’t want to go back into the cage. He didn’t want to have to think again. Maybe somebody on the ship would–

The buzzing in his ass went from gentle vibrations to electric shocks that seared his nerves and filled him with agony. He thought his balls would explode, that his cock was melting off. He screamed and screamed, until his throat was parched again and it hurt to make any sound.

Alex convulsed on the floor, even after he registered that the pain was gone.

“That was ten seconds,” Tracht said, fondling Alex’s balls. God, they were so sensitive right now, and Tracht’s fingers actually felt soothing. Alex’s cock started to fill again, apparently fucking confused about the fact that Tracht had caused all the pain in the first place.

“I hope I didn’t give you the impression that I wouldn’t hurt you at all. I would never think to violate the contract, but there are quite a few ways to cause intense pain without ever causing lasting changes to your body.” Tracht’s other hand wandered over to his own cock, obviously tenting his uniform slacks. He rubbed through the fabric for a bit, and then undid the zipper and pulled his dick out.

“See, your predecessor would never have run. He would have looked at me with his large eyes and said, ‘yes sir,’ and gotten right into the cage, happy to be there.”

Tracht slipped a finger in alongside the attachment, no lube, no spit. Alex winced at the sting, though it was mild in comparison to the shocks he’d received moments ago. He wanted to move his limbs away, but even that felt like too much effort.

Alex watched while Tracht jerked himself off, felt the finger going in and out of his ass roughly. Alex’s cock pressed against the edges of the cage, demanding release despite the impossibility of it.

He shuddered when Tracht came all over his chest. Alex didn’t bother asking if he’d get to shower himself off anytime soon. The finger inside him jabbed a few more times before retreating—and then it was against his lips.

“Suck,” Tracht commanded.

Alex tilted his head away, but the finger followed him.

“I suggest cooperating, Alex. Unless you would like another shock?”

No. No, he really didn’t. Alex glared at Tracht, hoped that his anger and disgust came through in his gaze, and took the finger into his mouth.

Fucking nasty. He could smell the musk, tasted his own ass. It took everything not to gag.

When Tracht deemed the finger sufficiently clean, he had Alex crawl back to the cage. He replaced the gag, blindfold, and earplugs, and then kicked Alex until he moved back in.

Darkness, all over again.

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He started getting hungry, really hungry, in a way that terrified Alex. He was well acquainted with this sensation, one that he and Nick had often shared in their early teens. Back then they’d figured out how to scam food or money out of people, and they realized that most solar systems weren’t tied together enough to allow for a manhunt from one system to the next. Who cared if they took out bad loans or gambled with money they didn’t have if it was so easy to just disappear.

So they hadn’t gone hungry in a long while, not with Nick to talk smart words and Alex to protect them both.

The one thing Alex and Nick had never done was whore themselves out for food. “We’re better than that,” Nick always said.

Alex tried to imagine what Tracht would make him do in exchange for food and realized that it didn’t really matter, because he would do it, no questions asked. Fuck Tracht’s entertainment. Alex was never going to starve, not ever again.

His balls also felt full to bursting now, needing release more urgently than ever before. Especially when the gentle shocks started up again—pleasurable, not painful. The entire ship seemed to rumble, and if Alex’s cock weren’t caged, he’d probably be humping the floor of the cage.

The cock cage stopped buzzing, his cock settled down again. And Alex grew hungrier.

[Chapter 6]

“You’re filthy,” Tracht said when he’d released Alex the next time. “I suppose it’s time to give you a wash.”

Alex’s stomach rumbled. He was thirsty again, too. He crawled along the floor to the bathroom, guided by Tracht’s boot against his ass and balls. He tried to go towards the bathtub, but got a sharp kick against his thigh.

“The pressure scrubber. We’re in space now.”

What? Alex whipped his head around to look at Tracht. “When did we leave?”

“Earlier today. My ship maintains a tight schedule. Now, stand up, get into the pressure scrubber. Arms in the air.”

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