Page 48 of Under His Heel

Tracht smiled at him, teeth gleaming menacingly. “Shouldn’t be an issue.” He let go and looked over at Singh. “Go ahead.”

Alex watched in horror as she took hold of his cock and massaged the head. She pulled back on his foreskin and began to clean the area with a large q-tip.

“What’re she doing?” he asked, his voice pitching high.

“She’s disinfecting you,” Tracht said. “Have to be safe about such a delicate procedure.”

Whatever had been on the q-tip left a light stinging sensation behind. She set that aside, smiling the entire time, and took a filled syringe from the nearby tray. It was just a little syringe, but Alex started shivering all over, afraid of what she would do with it.

Singh squirted a little bit of the fluid right onto the slit of his dick. And then she lowered the syringe and forced the tip of it inside his cock.

“F-frick!” Alex squirmed, but she had his dick in her hands and he couldn’t get far. Tracht pinched his nipple but the sensation barely registered because she was squeezing that liquid into his dick and it was burning.

“Don’t use the smallest one,” Tracht said. “I’m sure he can take at least one size larger than that.”

Larger than what? “What’re you—don’t—please?”

“If you’re sure. But if you want to go larger than this, you’ll have to train him up for it.” Singh held up a slim metal rod with just the slightest bend to it. “You really don’t want to break him.”

Alex didn’t get it, not until that rod was positioned right above the slit of his cock. And even then, part of him thought that there was simply no way that she would actually—

But she did. She let the metal slide into the slit. She worked it around a little bit, twisting it. That’s why she’d sent lube down there first, to ease the way. Alex laughed hysterically and closed his eyes.

He felt the metal slide further into him. There was no other sensation, nothing but his cock burning and throbbing. It felt even more intense than when Tracht fucked him. Worse than the ginger, worse than the spanking or the flogging. He felt violated in a way that was beyond everything else that had been done to him before.

“There we go,” Tracht whispered right against his ear, and then he kissed the corners of Alex’s eyes. He must have been crying again.

“Please. Please stop,” Alex sobbed. “It’s too much.”

“No. You can take more,” Tracht promised. He moved his stool closer to the end of the exam table and started fondling Alex’s stuffed cock himself.

Alex watched through tear-stained eyes as Tracht lifted the rod out of Alex and let it sink down again. He twisted it around, stroked Alex’s cock and balls, and made it impossible for Alex to feel anything else.

“He’ll probably ejaculate the moment you pull it out,” Singh observed.

Oh god, no. She was right; Alex could feel it building in him, a pressure so strong that no matter how hard he clenched wouldn’t go away. But he didn’t want it. He just wanted to be caged again and not have to think about his dick.

“Well, I can’t expect him to maintain control.” Tracht grinned. “But I can have some fun first.”

And then Tracht leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the head of Alex’s cock.

If Alex hadn’t been plugged with the metal rod, he definitely would have come straight in Tracht’s mouth. Warm and moist and incredibly skilled. That wasn’t right. Where would Tracht get this much practice sucking cock if he never did it himself—but that didn’t matter in the face of the onslaught. Tracht’s tongue curled against the sensitive underside, and the sucking pressure moved the rod in small little movements.

When Tracht hummed, it felt like the vibrations traveled along the metal straight inside Alex.

He needed to come so bad. Alex cried and begged and wanted anything but that.

Finally Tracht pulled away entirely. He took a tissue Singh offered and wiped his mouth and Alex’s cock down. “You can remove it now.”

“Of course you leave the dirty work to me.” But she was smiling, so she must have been getting something out of it too.

She started tugging on the metal rod, and Alex sobbed his pleas at her to stop. He tried begging directly to Tracht, but all Tracht did was wipe Alex’s sweaty hair out of his face.

Every little millimeter was torture. It felt like the slowest violation ever, his orgasm building and building, slowed only by the little metal rod that should not have been in his dick.

And yeah, the moment it was out, Alex’s cock erupted, come shooting all over Singh’s hands and Alex’s stomach. It felt so good, but the tears were flowing even heavier, and Alex couldn’t figure out why.

Tracht was right there beside him, petting his face, licking his tears and sweat.

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