Page 14 of Under His Heel

Singh approached and touched his head, manipulating him into looking at her instead. She shone light into his eyes, prying each eyelid open, and then checked his ears and nostrils. After she was satisfied with that, she made him open his mouth so she could look at the tooth and took another x-ray of it.

“The artificial nerve seems to be taking nicely. Another week or so and it should have almost the same sensations as any real tooth,” Singh said, pointing out said nerve on the x-ray.

“Hopefully that will give you incentive to take better care of your teeth.” Tracht smirked at Alex.

Alex gritted his teeth and said nothing. If he opened his mouth, something nasty was going to come out, he was sure of it.

Singh patted down his entire body with her latex-covered hands, occasionally squeezing portions of his flesh like she was looking for something. Her touch was clinical: she palpitated his pecs, she squeezed his nipples, she pressed down on his stomach. Even so, between her touches and Tracht’s casual petting, his dick was getting confused, filling up and pressing against the cage.

Tracht stepped aside when Singh pulled up a chair to sit right between Alex’s spread legs. He groaned when her fingers poked his dick through the cage, and flushed with shame at how low little control he had over his reactions.

“You’ll have to remove this if you want me to do the full exam,” she said to Tracht. “No way to measure his penis if I can’t see it erect.”

The fuck? But Tracht leaned over, still looking amused as ever, and swiped his thumb over the lock. Alex almost sighed in relief when the cage and plug came off. His dick looked red, and there were imprints where it had pressed against the cage.

“I have to keep him locked up because he’s insatiable otherwise. He masturbated when I left him alone for a few hours.”

Alex’s breath caught. Tracht had seen that? Were there cameras in Tracht’s private quarters? And... And why did Alex suddenly feel ashamed for having jerked off? He should be feeling smug about that. He’d enjoyed doing it, he remembered that. Who even cared what Tracht thought of it?

Singh placed the cock cage on a nearby tray and wrinkled her nose. “Typical. By the way, it seems he’s filthy inside. Do you want me to clean him there too?”

“Sure. Might as well do it all now.”

God, what the fuck was up with Singh? None of this sounded even remotely medical. Not that Alex had any idea what a doctor’s visit was usually like—he and Nick tended to avoid official locations of any sort. They hadn’t even gone when Alex had received the massive cut to his face, or after his tooth had been ripped out.

He found himself wriggling to evade Singh’s hand when she reached for his cock, only to have Tracht suddenly slamming an arm over his pelvis. “Stay still and let the doctor do her job.”

“Screw you,” Alex muttered, and wasn’t surprised when Tracht sharply pinched his nipple.

“Be smart, Alex,” Tracht whispered right into his ear. “I know you’re hungry. I can hear your stomach. But if you’d rather go without food for another evening cycle, I’m happy to oblige.”

He’d probably would be happy about it too. But Alex wasn’t going to let Tracht deny him food. No way.

He held still while Singh jerked him into hardness and measured his cock. She fondled his balls too, and made a few notes on her tablet. “I might recommend regular milking, to see if that curbs the masturbation issue,” she commented.

Alex wasn’t sure he wanted to know what that meant. He turned his face away and stared at a poster on the wall. Remember to get tested regularly for STIs!

Singh rolled a larger machine with nozzles and a separate tray over. He couldn’t quite see what was on the tray, but he was distracted by the nozzles anyway. The ends of them looked extremely phallic. He didn’t need to know what they were to know where they would probably end up going.

It didn’t make the sensation of one of those nozzles breaching him any better. Singh pressed some buttons on the machine, and a shockingly cold liquid entered him.

“Fuck!”

Tracht immediately twisted Alex’s nipple. “Hold still and shut up.”

Yeah, holding still was going to take all of Alex’s concentration, because the machine kept pumping more liquid into him, and it had to be more than just water because it started to burn. Alex broke out in a sweat and squirmed—and found himself leaning towards Tracht, not away from him.

Tracht had a hand on his stomach and was rubbing in a circular motion. “There, there. It’s painful, I know, but you’ll be cleaner for it afterwards.”

“I don’t– please—” Alex didn’t know why he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Tracht obviously wasn’t going to help him. But the burning, and fuck fuck fuck, the cramping. Alex didn’t like this feeling, and he forgot all about his hunger and anger and reached out with one hand to grasp at Tracht’s uniform shirt.

Singh pressed a button on the machine again, and it finally stopped pumping liquid into him.

Alex thought his stomach must have been distended, and he hated seeing it, so he kept his eyes on Tracht’s grinning face. Fuck you, Alex thought, but the words out of his mouth were, “Please, I can’t, please—”

“Hold that for five minutes,” Singh said as she removed the nozzle from his ass.

“And I can assure you that you won’t like the consequences if you fail,” Tracht added.

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