Page 23 of Under His Heel

“Because Alex, I’ve told you countless times to stop cussing. And yet you continue to use vile language. Poor Mr. Parsons certainly didn’t deserve your foul attitude. And your apology was so insincere, not even a toddler would have believed it.”

Alex’s jaw dropped. “Really? You’re hung up on some fucking words?”

Tracht sighed in a show of disappointment. What. The. Fuck. Ever.

“Alex, your attitude reflects on me. I run an organized ship. If I am to ever take you out into public as anything other than an obvious sex toy, I need to trust that you can watch your tongue. Right now, you spew forth any filth that crosses your mind without a second thought. That is absolutely unacceptable.”

Stupidly, Alex actually wanted that. He wanted to walk around the ship like he had those first three days. Yeah, he’d just been following Tracht around, but even serving coffee sounded better than lying around doing absolutely nothing.

“I’ll—” the words stuck in Alex’s throat. “I’ll stop. Cussing.”

Tracht raised his eyebrows. “And I should take your word for it? I’ve seen how little your word is worth, Alex. No. You need to be punished first. Punished, and then maybe that will create enough disincentive to get through your thick skull.”

Again with the punishment. But this was Tracht’s thing, and Alex figured he could endure whatever pain it was and then say he’d never do it again. Easy.

Tracht unzipped his pants and pulled out his soft cock. “Open wide.”

Sucking cock wasn’t all that pleasant, but it wasn’t as bad as tooth-pulling or cock-shocks. Alex opened his mouth and carefully kept his teeth out of the way when Tracht slid his cock in.

Tracht’s hands came to rest on Alex’s head and pulled tight on his hair. “Now, you’re going to swallow all of it. If you spill even a single drop, you’ll be very, very sorry.”

Well, yeah. Alex had had to clean Tracht’s fingers and had swallowed his come before. Spunk fresh from the cock was bearable.

Confusingly, Tracht didn’t start thrusting. Alex thought he’d get forced to deep throat, but Tracht simply stood there, gazing into Alex’s eyes.

And then the first drops of piss streamed into Alex’s mouth. Alex made a panicked noise and tried to pull away, but Tracht’s hands tightened and kept him still. “Not a single spilled drop, Alex.”

Oh god. Alex resisted swallowing at first, allowing it to build up in his mouth, but that was so vile, the taste of it swishing around, and soon there was too much. It was swallow or spill, and Alex didn’t want to imagine what could be worse than this. He swallowed that nastiness, the scent filling his nostrils and the piss seemingly scalding his throat. His eyes started tearing up again.

It was humiliating, that’s what it was.

Fuck. Fuck. F—

When Tracht finally pulled out, Alex’s eyes were raw and his throat burned. He didn’t resist when Tracht pulled him upright into an embrace; rather, he found himself clinging harder to him, burying his head in Tracht’s shoulders.

“There. Now you’ll remember, won’t you?”

Alex nodded. No cussing. He could. He could do that. No f—no bad language.

Tracht extricated himself from Alex’s arms and had Alex sit on the chair. It made Alex feel strangely alone, shaky all over for some d—darn reason he couldn’t figure out.

“Here you go. One pastry, as a reward for taking that punishment so well.” Tracht broke off a little bit of the pastry and held it up to Alex’s lips.

Alex didn’t hesitate to take it. The pastry was fluffy and sweet, layers of crust piled on top of each other with some sort of jam in the middle. It washed away the vile taste of urine, and he licked at Tracht’s fingers to get all of the sugar off them. The process was repeated until the pastry was completely gone.

The chill in the room wasn’t as pronounced anymore, and Alex’s nerves settled.

“Come on. Let’s get you washed up, and then we can go to bed,” Tracht said.

“Don’t—I don’t want to go in the cage!” Alex shouted, unbidden, and he immediately covered his mouth with his hands. F—frick. He started shaking again.

Tracht smiled at him. “No. I was thinking I’d let you share the bed. You’ve suffered quite beautifully already.”

Alex didn’t get it, but he wasn’t going to question it. He got cleaned up in the pressure scrubber, brushed his teeth, shaved the fuzz on his face. Tracht pulled him into the bed and fucked him hard, taking care to get Alex so turned on that he was begging for an orgasm. When Tracht was done though, he left Alex like that.

“You got a pastry. That’s all the reward you get today,” Tracht explained.

Alex thought he should be angry about it, but he really would rather have a pastry than an orgasm. His dick was aching in its cage, but whatever. Warm and fed was better than cold and hungry, any day.

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