Page 63 of Under His Heel

“I—I can’t—”

Tracht approached and patted Alex’s ass. “You can and you will. Put it on.”

Alex didn’t want to. The tiny gym shorts were bad enough, but a skirt—and he noticed no underwear was included, so his balls would be hanging free for everybody to see. The cock cage would be visible. Everybody would know that Alex was there for nothing but sex.

“Alex. You will wear that to the party. If you don’t put those clothes on right now, your prospects of getting fed later in the evening will get extremely slim.” Tracht gave him a shove towards the bed, surprising Alex enough that he stumbled.

Shivering, he picked up the skirt. It couldn’t be much larger than the one Parsons had bought for his daughter. This one was pleated and white, something a teenage girl might wear. Alex had definitely thought women in these types of skirts were sexy.

He stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. Fastened the zipper. It sat low on his hips, low enough that if Alex still had pubic hair, it would definitely be peeking out. The skirt reached just a couple of centimeters below his cock. There was no way Alex could bend over without flashing everybody.

His face felt hot enough to melt ice.

Tracht sighed contentedly. “It fits you perfectly. The blouse now.”

The blouse was even smaller, not enough of the plaid blue fabric to reach even halfway down his torso. It fit tightly around his shoulders, the short sleeves stopping just above his biceps, and it didn’t have any buttons, open in the front with long tails. Tracht tied those tails so that it tightened just below Alex’s pecs, leaving his chest and nipples exposed.

How the heck did clothing make him feel more naked than actually being naked?

Tracht leered openly. “Mm. You do look absolutely lovely. How does it feel?”

“I hate it,” Alex answered honestly, and Tracht laughed.

“Now the shoes. I thought of high heels, but I think I’d grow bored of you falling over.” Tracht dropped a pair of light blue shoes on the floor.

Alex was forced to bend over to reach them, and Tracht stopped him from sitting on the bed to pull them on. He was self-conscious of his ass hanging out there, of his balls swinging in the air while he fastened the ankle straps.

The shoes did have a tiny bit of a heel, but not enough to hinder Alex’s walking.

“How’d you even find these in my size?” Alex asked to cover his discomfort.

He jumped when Tracht reached under the skirt to fondle his balls. “There are plenty of places that sell specialty apparel, if you know where to look.”

“I look awful. I’m not a chick,” Alex whined.

“No, I sincerely doubt anybody will mistake you for a woman.” Tracht tugged on Alex’s collar and pulled him in for a kiss, plunging his tongue in as soon as Alex opened his mouth. Tracht’s tongue lingered on Alex’s tongue stud before moving on to the roof of Alex’s mouth.

Ugh.

Alex shuddered as Tracht pulled away, making Tracht chuckle all over again.

“Come along then.” Tracht put a hand on the small of Alex’s back and started leading him towards the door.

“Wait, like this? Do I get a coat?”

“No.” Tracht pinched Alex’s ass for good measure. “We’re taking a cab simply to respect the station’s public indecency laws, but I would be happy to parade you around everywhere like this.”

Wrapping his arms around himself, Alex hoped nobody on the ship was around to see them on their way out.

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The cab ride was hell. Tracht kept touching him all over, pinching and leaving bruises and even a hickey on Alex’s neck, just above the collar. He fondled Alex’s balls gently and painfully in turn, until Alex’s cock was confused and pressing against the edges of the cage.

But the cab ride was preferable to their eventual destination: a super fancy apartment complex near the center of the station with a bellboy at the entrance. The bellboy didn’t even blink when Alex got out of the car behind Tracht. Must have been a common sight, or he got paid ridiculously well not to see anything.

They walked past him into the building.

“Mr. Fotiou’s condo is on the fourth floor, yes?” Tracht asked the concierge at the front desk.

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