Page 72 of Under His Heel

He whimpered when Tracht pulled away. “Please—”

“Mm. No. I am not jeopardizing my business. But in light of your frankly alarming emotional state, I’ll get a babysitter for you.” Tracht motioned towards the wardrobe. “Get dressed. And bring your cock cage over. I certainly don’t want you to get ideas on what you can do when I’m gone.”

Alex wouldn’t try to have sex with anybody, but from Tracht’s tone it was clear that there was no fighting this. He grunted and pulled on the closest tunic and leggings. The cock cage was lying on top of the wardrobe, taunting him. Like Tracht couldn’t trust Alex.

“I was good yesterday,” Alex found himself saying. “I called you ‘sir.’ And did what you wanted.”

“You were spectacular yesterday,” Tracht agreed. “I still need to go to this meeting.” He sat down by the couch and tapped on his wrist communicator. “Let’s see… Ms. Espinosa has other things to take care of. Dr. Singh is with her husband. Which leaves…” Tracht scrunched his nose and sighed.

Parsons’ voice filtered through the speaker. “Hello?”

“Mr. Parsons,” Tracht said, and he sounded as formal as ever. “If you are interested, I have a job for you. I’d pay you a full day’s wages.”

“Uh, yes sir!” Parsons’ said over the speaker. He sounded way too fucking eager, and Alex felt a confusing spike of anger. Parsons was an okay guy, but Alex didn’t want him here. Didn’t want anybody, really, except Tracht, and Parsons was a shitty consolation prize. Better than Singh or Espinosa though, so Alex bit down the rest of his protests and brought the cock cage over to Tracht.

“Come up to my cabin, then. Please be quick.” Tracht closed the communication and took the cock cage from Alex’s hand. “I’ll assume your budding friendship with Mr. Parsons means that you won’t attempt to punch him while I’m out.” It took only a few seconds for him to push Alex’s leggings down and cage Alex’s cock. Simple. Practiced.

Tracht took a hold of Alex’s balls and started squeezing, just enough pressure to hint at real pain and make Alex whimper.

“I could watch you cry for hours,” Tracht murmured.

He didn’t let go until Parsons was knocking at the door. “Captain?”

With a small sigh, Tracht pulled Alex’s leggings back up. “Yes, come in.”

Parsons stepped through the door cautiously. His eyes widened a fraction when he saw Alex. Alex took a few steps away from Tracht and settled onto the couch next to him.

“Alex isn’t feeling too well,” Tracht said. “But I need to go to a meeting. So please keep an eye on him while I’m out.” He stood up and walked towards the door. He stopped next to the shoe rack where his boots were neatly lined up, and it looked like he was going to put them on himself.

No. Alex crossed the space between them and took the boots from Tracht. “I’ll do it.”

He blushed extremely hard, and he saw Parsons staring, but whatever. It was just Parsons. Helping Tracht with his boots was Alex’s job. It was an easy way to get Tracht to like him.

Even now, Tracht was smiling, and he petted Alex’s head. Alex kissed each boot and slowly stood, and it really was worth it to have Tracht looking happy with him.

“If all goes well, I’ll be back within three hours,” Tracht explained, his eyes firmly on Alex. “I should hope that it’s understood, but please don’t touch Alex while I’m out.”

“Uh... yes, sir. But I don’t need payment for—”

Tracht pulled Alex into a wet, messy kiss, his tongue running over Alex’s lips and then darting inside Alex’s mouth. Alex gripped Tracht’s arms to keep himself steady, and then he tried kissing back to see if that would change Tracht’s mind.

He felt Tracht’s smile, but when Tracht pulled away—he pressed a final kiss against the corner of Alex’s eye—he said, “Behave yourself, Alex.”

Then he picked up his tablet and left.

Fine. Whatever.

Alex startled when Parsons cleared his throat. “Hey, uh. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” Alex snapped. He sat down on the couch and fiddled with the controls for the vid screen. “Nothing’s wrong with me.”

Parsons sat down on the other end of the couch, leaving a lot of space between them, like he was scared of Alex or something.

“If the Captain thinks something’s wrong... what happened?”

“Mind your own business.” Alex found a channel that was playing Chinese music and turned the volume up.

Parsons didn’t say anything through the first few songs, which suited Alex. If Parsons kept his mouth shut then Alex could ignore him.

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