Page 47 of Under His Heel

“Those would hardly benefit me,” Tracht declared. He tugged on Alex’s hair a bit and forced Alex to look up. With his other hand, he touched Alex’s lips with two fingers and demanded entry.

Alex obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the mild disgust at having Tracht’s fingers in there. He no longer immediately felt like his tooth was in danger, but Tracht would rub over his tongue and palate, tickling the inside of his mouth and leaving Alex with no way to relieve that sensation.

After a few moments of exploring, Tracht settled his fingers near the tip of Alex’s tongue.

“Right here. A lovely little tongue piercing, in exchange for overlooking your grave misconduct today.”

Alex swallowed around Tracht’s fingers and had to force himself not to protest. Tongue piercing made him think of the woman with the split tongue. His body shook, and Tracht’s fingers went in deeper again, almost to the point of choking Alex.

“We’ll annotate the contract so it’s ready to send out as soon as we hit comm-space.” Tracht drew his fingers out. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Tracht.”

[Chapter 15]

Alex hadn’t considered that a piercing would require them to see Singh again. The room wasn’t any more inviting this time, and Singh’s smile seemed even creepier than before.

It wasn’t worth arguing about, but Alex was also fairly sure that a tongue piercing didn’t require him to be naked. He stripped down and hopped onto the examination table, where Singh hooked his legs into the stirrups and fastened straps tightly around his thighs.

“The tongue piercing last, I think,” Tracht said. “While we’re here, we should get him cleaned out.”

The memory of the last “cleaning” had started to fade, but he should have known that Tracht wouldn’t waste any time in making him relive that awful experience. Alex clutched at the corners of the exam table.

Singh laughed as she wheeled the machine over. “Can I recommend doing a urethral check too?”

Whatever the hell a ‘urethral check’ was, Alex knew it couldn’t be good from how Tracht’s expression morphed into pure sadistic delight.

“Yes, definitely. In fact, it was remiss of us not to have done it last time.” Tracht pulled the stool next to the exam table and sat down. He pinched Alex’s nipple briefly, not really hard enough to hurt, and then settled his hand on Alex’s stomach.

Alex was so glad that the hair on his body hadn’t really regrown yet. A few hints of fuzz, but not enough to warrant pulling out the epilator. Tracht petted Alex’s bare skin absent-mindedly. Alex focused on that sensation.

No matter how hard he tried to distract himself though, he couldn’t ignore the press of the cold nozzle against his hole, or the sudden influx of liquid inside him. Alex grabbed at Tracht’s sleeve and closed his eyes, trying not to make a sound, and failing miserably when the first cramp hit.

Tracht kept rubbing Alex’s stomach, making condescending comments like, “I’m sure it hurts,” and “You can do it.” Maybe Alex could have managed to get through it this time without breaking down, only Singh started fondling his balls.

“When’s the last time you drained these? They feel a bit swollen.” Her latex-covered fingers pulled at the skin of his balls and drew them away from his body.

“A couple of days ago,” Tracht said. “Don’t bother right now.”

Singh tapped Alex’s balls lightly. “If you’re sure. But let’s get the cock cage off him.”

Once it was off, Alex realized how dangerous a situation he was in now. Because despite the pain and the cramps and Singh squeezing his balls, his cock was growing hard, and without the cage there was nothing to stop him from coming. He whimpered and shook his head. “No. Please—I’ll come.”

Tracht and Singh looked at each other and started laughing. Alex was too uncomfortable to care. His thighs quivered and the liquid kept rushing into him, distending his stomach enough that he could see a visible bump.

“You’ve got him well-trained,” Singh commented. “I like to see that.” She turned the machine off, thank god, and Alex clenched as hard as he could when she pulled the nozzle out. No spilling.

He was sweating all over again, his body shaking. And so fucking turned on. Why, why, why.

Tracht traced the scar on Alex’s cheek, and Alex leaned into that touch, kissed the tips of those fingers. He thought he heard Tracht murmur, “Lovely.”

“Hah. I see,” Singh said. What she saw, Alex had no idea, but he was glad that she brought the waste-container up to his ass and gladder still when Tracht pushed down on his stomach and forced Alex to empty himself.

Singh disposed of the mess and wiped him off, but all Alex really noticed was Tracht touching him all over, pinching him here and there, but soothing all of it with softer petting.

Then his hand settled around Alex’s cock.

“I don’t want to come,” Alex cried. “Please don’t make me.”

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