Page 16 of Under His Heel

If Alex hadn’t been already looking at Tracht, he probably would have missed that one second look of pure annoyance. It smoothed over into a much more diplomatically bland expression. “Mr. Parsons. Forgive me; I didn’t realize the walls were quite this thin. I hope you weren’t disturbed from your recovery?”

Fuck, what did Alex look like now. Covered in sweat, tears streaming down his face, legs spread wide, no hair under his arms... Alex swallowed hard and closed his eyes because he really didn’t want to see pity in anybody’s eyes. Especially not Parson’s.

“No, I’m fine. But—um, what about—”

Singh moved towards the door. “We’re epilating Alex right now—that tends to be painful the first time around, and Alex wasn’t prepared for it. Now, unless you changed your mind about observing, I think you’d better head back to bed and rest up.”

Fucking hell. It took another bit of dithering back and forth before Parsons finally left and shut the door behind him.

“I’ll look into getting this room a bit more soundproofed,” Tracht commented, and for some reason that made Alex laugh. Like the only problem here was the soundproofing, not the fact that Alex was spread wide open, getting his insides washed and his hair plucked off.

Tracht petted his head. Singh turned the epilator on again and placed it against his crotch.

Alex’s laughs turned into sobs, he clutched at Tracht’s hand even harder, and he was so, so glad that Parsons had left. He had to stuff his hand into his mouth to keep from crying out when the epilator pulled the hairs on the insides of his thighs, and he bit down hard as Singh pulled his balls taught and ripped the hair out.

She didn’t even stop there: once his balls were on fire and swollen and in so much pain he thought they might be falling off, she took the epilator to his hole and got all the hair there.

How long did it take? He was having a hard time judging time, and it felt like he was kind of floating outside of his body, not really participating in anything anymore. The only thing grounding him to reality was Tracht’s hand gently stroking his face, rubbing his tears away.

When Singh started wiping his body down to remove all the hair and sweat, he almost thanked her for stopping. Then he remembered how he’d gotten here in the first place, and he had to bite down on his tongue to save a little bit of his pride.

The cloth on his inflamed skin felt extremely soothing though. And Tracht’s petting was nice.

Something was wrong with him.

“Last part,” Tracht said as Singh pulled that machine from earlier close again. “Once she collects a sperm sample, we can go back to my quarters.”

It took Alex a moment to register the words. Sperm sample? But it didn’t even sound that off anymore, not compared to everything else that they’d put him through, and he giggled.

“Endorphins,” Singh said, pulling a different hose from the machine and slipping it around his cock. It sucked gently on the tip of his cock, not enough to be really pleasurable, but definitely gentle in comparison to everything else his body had gone through.

Singh removed her latex gloves, pulled on a new pair, and then squirted some lube onto her fingers. Alex wasn’t even surprised when two of those fingers went right into his hole, no other warning.

“She’s as bad as you are,” Alex mumbled to Tracht, and Tracht chuckled.

“I vetted her before hiring her, of course.” Tracht started running his hands along Alex’s hairless chest, his stomach, occasionally dipping into Alex’s armpit. It felt kind of nice.

Singh massaging Alex’s prostate felt nice too, until the pressure changed and then he really, really needed to piss. “Hey. Hey. What are you doing?” Alex slurred.

“Checking your prostate. And inducing ejaculation.”

No. It didn’t feel like he was about to come. It felt pretty awful, actually, and Alex jerked his hips a bit. Tracht pushed down on his pelvis. “Alex.”

Right. Sit still or no food. Alex groaned, and the pressure got weirder and weirder, and then he really did feel like he was pissing, only– only it wasn’t.

Singh kept pressing down on his prostate. Alex felt the tears starting up again and he had no idea why. His balls ached in a different way, and he thought he was on the brink of orgasm but it fizzled out, going nowhere.

“All done,” Singh declared, and the turned the machine off again. Removed the hose from around his dick, and then she held up a clear container with a small amount of off-white liquid in it. “Like I said. You probably need to milk him regularly. I’ll test this for you, to check if there’s anything you need to know.”

Alex blinked at the container. That couldn’t be his spunk. He hadn’t orgasmed. He was pretty sure of it. He would have noticed that, right? Had it all just– just leaked out of him? Like piss?

Tracht patted his head. “All right. Let’s get him dressed. Thank you, and let me know if you have any further recommendations.” He moved to help Alex get out of the stirrups. Alex’s legs felt numb, after being in that position for so long, and he stumbled into Tracht’s arms when he took his first step.

Fuck. Alex hadn’t felt this weak in ages. He didn’t want to be this weak. He took a breath, and by the time they’d gotten him into his tunic and pants–, no cock cage–, he felt slightly steadier on his feet.

He couldn’t even muster an internal complaint about Tracht’s hand on the small of his back, guiding him out of the exam room.

Parsons was still in the med office, staring widely at Alex. Staring, disgust in his eyes.

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