Page 85 of Under His Heel

“I suppose you have no idea why I put you in the cage.”

“Because I begged to come?” It didn’t feel like the right answer—Tracht loved it when Alex begged—but it was the only thing that fit.

Tracht laughed and ran his fingers down Alex’s face, along his nose and scar. “I guess I should be very, very glad that you are not all that astute.”

Whatever the heck that meant. Alex felt Tracht tugging at his shoulders, so he got up, and he was confused when Tracht started kissing him.

They stumbled back into the bed, Tracht on top of Alex. He made Alex hold his arms above his head and keep them there, and he made the plug in Alex’s ass start vibrating at irregular intervals.

“Don’t move those hands,” Tracht ordered, which would have been easy, only Tracht started with the tickling, and dammit, Alex had almost forgotten how much he’d hated that. Tracht straddled Alex’s hips to keep him from writhing too much, and every time Alex bucked his hips up his caged cock bumped against Tracht’s ass, tempting him with forbidden fruit.

“Stop! I can’t—!” Alex’s arms automatically flailed and attempted to protect his vulnerable armpits and sides, and he got hard pinches to his nipples for that.

“Arms back up, Alex.” At least Tracht sounded happy now.

Alex shook his head and wished he could see Tracht’s face.

Then he howled in pain when Tracht pinched Alex’s balls, and the pressure just got worse until Alex lifted his arms again. Dammit. Alex could feel tears building under the blindfold, and he was starting to wish he’d been left in the cage after all.

He had to endure more tickling, unending agony where he bucked and writhed and tried desperately to not curl away from the onslaught. Every time his arms dropped, Tracht would pinch him somewhere, forcing Alex to choose between pain or helplessness. Alex didn’t know which one was worse.

Finally, Tracht stopped torturing Alex and pulled the blindfold off. Through teary eyes, Alex could see Tracht’s satisfied smile.

He started kissing Alex, first his lips, but soon he was licking Alex’s cheeks and kissing the corners of his eyes. Alex was too exhausted to do much more than lay there, and god but he was desperate to come. He didn’t dare mention it though.

Then Alex noticed that Tracht wasn’t really hard. Alex frowned lightly. “You’re not… you’re not gonna make me suck you off or something?”

“It’s flattering that you think I have that kind of energy,” Tracht responded. His hands trailed lower. “Spread your legs.”

Alex ended up with one knee bent up and angled out, Tracht pressed up against his side. Tracht played with the plug a bit, driving Alex even crazier, and Alex couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of his mouth, desperate and pathetic and he really, really needed to come now. He let out a giddy laugh when Tracht pulled the plug out and replaced it with his own fingers. His cock was in so much pain and his hips kept thrusting upwards automatically despite how useless the movement was.

Then Tracht pulled his fingers out.

“No!” Alex cried. “Please! More!” He twisted his head and kissed Tracht’s jaw. He’d been aiming for his mouth, but coordination was tricky.

“Hmm. No.” Tracht smiled as he replied, and this time he seemed completely pleased by Alex’s begging. “But I’ll make sure to milk you in the morning. Come on then, let’s get some sleep.”

God. Alex’s body went limp in exhaustion, and he hated Tracht for winding him up like that. If he wasn’t going to get Alex off, he could have just left Alex in the cage.

“What did I do wrong? That you put me in the cage,” Alex whined. “I gave you a massage. And the rimming.” He shifted and threw an arm around Tracht’s waist. Tracht started petting Alex’s head.

“Nothing at all.” He yawned. “And once I thought about it, I realized that I actually did want you in bed with me. Don’t worry about it, you’ll never understand anyway.”

“Was it ‘cus I begged?”

“Drop it, Alex. And no, I love hearing you beg.”

“But—”

Tracht pulled sharply on Alex’s hair. “It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with misplaced anger on my part. Now shut up.”

Alex almost asked again, but the cage was still looming in the corner. He kind of wished he could ask somebody else about it. No matter how many times he went over what happened, he couldn’t figure out what had gotten Tracht so mad.

[Chapter 26]

Tracht did milk Alex the next morning, which was a relief but also a disappointment. Alex decided he liked orgasms when Tracht gave them to him, but getting his balls drained was better than the weird feeling of everything building up with no outlet.

After their morning business, Tracht sent a bunch of files to Alex’s tablet and told him to read them. They were random things about space travel, like the names of all the local ports and what the different sizes of ships were called. What the different parts of the ship were called, even. Starboard and aft and helm and stuff like that.

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