Page 18 of Under His Heel

It took a few tries, because balancing was difficult like this, but Alex did get to his feet. Tracht stepped up right behind him and ground his hard dick against Alex’s ass. “To the bed.”

“You having fun now?” Alex muttered and received another slap to his ass in response.

Tracht had him get on his knees on the bed, and then he blindfolded him and inserted the ear plugs. Alex’s legs were pulled wide apart, his torso was pushed forward, and he lay in the darkness, not able to anticipate anything that Tracht would do.

He received several slaps to his hole, a few cursory jabs with lubed fingers, more slaps to his ass.

Alex’s eyes started leaking at some point, the moisture making the blindfold damp and uncomfortable.

He jolted when Tracht penetrated him with his cock. But this was familiar enough from the first few nights, and Alex knew he could endure it without feeling much of anything.

Except that Tracht wasn’t just brutally thrusting into him. He was nailing Alex’s prostate, so precisely that it had to be deliberate. Alex’s cock started hardening in response, and with nothing else to distract his attention, Alex found himself drowning in that sensation, the pleasure mingling with the lingering soreness from the cleaning and hair removal. It wasn’t like the cock cage, which had mechanically forced arousal on him. This felt– more real. More immediate.

Alex started struggling. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want Tracht to make him feel good.

He received another few slaps to his ass, and a few moments later he felt the heat of Tracht’s spunk entering him.

There. Done and over with.

Alex startled all over again when Tracht’s hand wrapped around his cock.

Holy fuck. He squirmed, but the hand tightened and started stroking, and then fingers plunged into his sloppy ass, assaulting him from inside too. After the non-orgasm from earlier Alex thought there was no way he had anything left inside him, but he felt that tell-tale sensation of his balls drawing tight.

What happened to Tracht being a selfish lover? Couldn’t they go back to that? Alex found himself sobbing harder, all while Tracht forced this pleasure onto him.

He shuddered and came over Tracht’s hands. Tracht kept stroking, rubbing Alex’s own come all over his dick, and the fingers kept jabbing inside, playing with the splooge and spreading it all around Alex’s hole.

After a few more minutes of this, the fingers retreated, only to reappear at Alex’s mouth.

“Suck,” Tracht’s voice echoed in Alex’s ears.

Alex obediently opened his mouth and sucked, gagging at the taste of himself and Tracht, recoiling when those fingers traced his tongue and gums.

When the fingers were clean, Tracht recaged Alex’s cock and replaced the anal attachment. Then he pushed Alex off the bed and guided him back to the cage via kicks.

“Good night, Alex.”

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He wasn’t in the darkness nearly as long, Alex didn’t think. He didn’t feel as hungry or thirsty, in any case.

“Are you going to behave today?” Tracht asked. “If you think you can manage, I’ll remove the blindfold and let you crawl around the room.”

Yeah. Alex was going to be-fucking-have. He nodded carefully and found himself sighing in relief when the blindfold and earplugs came off. The mitts were unhooked from each other, relieving the tension on his arms, but they stayed locked around his hands.

Tracht pointed towards his boots. “You know what to do.”

Alex considered not doing it, but he didn’t actually want to get locked up again, and if he got to move around his muscles might loosen up. So he crawled the few steps over and kissed the tip of each boot.

“Good.” Tracht touched the top of Alex’s head. “Tomorrow you’ll help me get dressed. The quality of the rest of your day will depend entirely on how you behave in the mornings.”

Tracht strode away and then placed a dog bowl in front of Alex. It was filled with a gray sludge of some sort, which smelled like undiluted protein powder.

“You have five minutes to eat that. Do not move the bowl. It’s all you’re getting for today.”

There was no real question on what to do. Alex lowered his face into the bowl and started sucking up the gruel. It tasted about as appetizing as plain protein powder would, but at least the moisture meant Alex was no longer thirsty.

He finished just as a timer beeped, his face and nose dripping with leftover sludge. Tracht kicked the bowl away and made Alex look up so that Tracht could wipe his face clean.

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