Page 38 of Under His Heel

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Tracht came back to the room grinning. “I have a great vid to show you.”

“If it’s porn, I don’t wanna,” Alex complained, although he was already moving towards the couch and getting on his knees in front of Tracht.

“No, this is—well, no, it’s not more entertaining than porn, but I laughed a great deal when I saw it.” Tracht swiped a few things on his tablet and then turned on the main screen. “I admit, I wasted a bit of time cutting the video together. I thought of showing Dr. Singh as well, but I decided I’d save this one for myself.”

Alex wondered if he was supposed to care about that.

When the video started, Alex definitely was definitely glad Tracht hadn’t shared.

He got to watch himself talking to Parsons. He saw Parsons invite him to the lounge, and then the two of them sitting on the couch, and the awkward, stilted conversation where Parsons blew Alex off. Throughout it all, Tracht was chuckling.

It shouldn’t have been humiliating. Alex had done all of it on purpose. He didn’t want to fuck Parsons and his fucking high and mighty attitude and—

“Why the fuck are you laughing?” Alex stood up and loomed over Tracht, and just this once, he thought he might be willing to hit Tracht, damn the consequences, because fuck him so hard for putting Alex through this, he must have known, he had known that Parsons didn’t consider Alex on the same level. Alex was seething so much that all thought fled his mind. He needed to hit somebody so badly. All of his muscles were tensed for it.

“Alex.” Tracht’s voice had lost all amusement. “Sit. Down.”

“No! Fuck you!” Oh no. Alex knew he was crossing a line. Anger was already morphing into fear, but he’d come this far, he couldn’t back down. “It’s not enough you get off on humiliating me in private, you gotta make me humiliate myself in front of others too?”

“Do not make me repeat myself.”

At Tracht’s glare, Alex’s knees buckled and he sank to the floor. He bowed his head and his body shook. Oh god, what had he done. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean that.” Humiliation was bad, but pain and hunger were worse, and Alex didn’t understand why he was always so stupid as to forget that.

He flinched when Tracht touched his head.

“I’m going to get something. I want you with your head down, ass in the air. Spread your ass cheeks for me.” Tracht stood and walked over to one of the cabinets. Alex heard him pull something out and a strange scratching noise.

The pose Tracht wanted Alex in was uncomfortable and, of course, humiliating. Alex didn’t like how air seemed to brush against his hole, and every so often he felt himself puckering. He kept his eyes closed and hoped that whatever Tracht had planned, it wouldn’t be too bad.

Tracht returned and stood behind Alex. “Nice. But I told you that I will not tolerate cussing.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex blurt out. “Please don’t—”

“Please don’t what? Urinate in your mouth?”

Sometimes it felt like Tracht could read Alex’s mind, and Alex hated it. Hated that he was laid bare to Tracht and somehow everything he did affected Alex to the core.

“No need to worry. I’m in the mood for a different game. Have you ever heard of ginger, Alex?” Tracht petted Alex’s flank and trailed a finger to circle Alex’s hole.

“No?”

“It’s a spice from earth. Fairly rare in these parts of the galaxy, but a worthwhile investment.”

Something cool pressed against Alex’s hole, and then with a bit of pressure pushed in. It didn’t feel all that big, and the wet texture made it slide in easily enough. Tracht pushed Alex’s hands aside and started massaging Alex’s ass.

At first it seemed weird that Tracht wasn’t doing all that much, but a few moments in, Alex’s hole started tingling. Tingling, and then burning, and Alex automatically tried to push whatever the hell it was out of his ass.

Tracht stopped it from getting very far. “This stays right here, Alex. If it slips all the way inside, we’ll have to visit Dr. Singh. I’m sure she’d have fun with that. But if it falls out, you’ll be eating every last sliver of it.”

What? Alex groaned and shook his head. “It—it’s burning.”

“It’s supposed to, Alex.” Tracht went to sit back down on the couch. “Come here.”

Alex looked up, confused. Tracht was patting his knee, his expression no longer as angry. A glance at his crotch showed that Tracht was starting to enjoy himself.

At least that was different from how Alex’s mom had looked when she’d spanked him. Alex had been a lot younger then—she’d stopped when Alex and Nick got too heavy to easily pull over her knee forcefully—and of course random food hadn’t ever gotten shoved in his ass, but his heart pounded all the same. He felt like a little kid, but he didn’t dare disobey Tracht right then.

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