Page 28 of Under His Heel

Yeah, Alex remembered how much Tracht liked his tears. “How close are we to comm-space?”

Tracht’s hand came forward to rub Alex’s jaw. “Why? Are you worried I’ll decide to flay your skin open?”

Yes, exactly that. Alex couldn’t tear his eyes away from the guy’s open wounds. The kidnappers stuffed his hole with a massive dildo, they slapped his ass, they came all over him, but throughout all of it he was bleeding freely. That would scar. It had to be fake, right, because porn stars had to be able to do more work later.

Tracht ran his nails across Alex’s scalp. “I don’t need to make you bleed to make you cry for me, Alex.”

Alex moved away, realizing his mistake half a second later. Sh-shoot. To cover up it, Alex kissed the closest part of Tracht he could reach—his knee. Oh, that could work. Alex lowered himself further to kiss along Tracht’s leg, all the way down to his bare foot.

Tracht groaned loudly. “Keep going.”

See, it wasn’t that hard to trick Tracht. Alex tried to ignore the pained cries from the porn vid and kept kissing Tracht’s foot. He lifted it up so he could kiss the arch, Tracht’s toes curling. Alex turned his attention to the other foot and noted Tracht’s breathing growing heavier. He felt Tracht’s fingers pulling his hair, drawing him upward towards his now exposed cock.

Alex wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock and sucked gently. Tracht pushed his head down further, which Alex took as encouragement, so he started pulling out all the tricks he knew. Granted, he hadn’t ever really sucked cock for its own sake, but he knew what he liked and dudes were all mostly the same. If he could get Tracht to come now, while the vid was still playing in the background, then maybe Tracht wouldn’t have the energy to do anything worse to Alex.

But no matter what he did—not even when he used his hands to play with Tracht’s hairy balls—he couldn’t seem to elicit more than a few groans and sighs from Tracht. The few times he looked up he saw Tracht watching the vid screen. Tracht alternated between controlling Alex’s pace and letting him do what he wanted, and he kept eating popcorn throughout all of it.

Alex kept trying anyway, right up until the porno ended. Even when Tracht grabbed his hair to pull him off, Alex tried to suck an orgasm out of him.

Tracht pushed Alex over so he was lying on the floor, and brought his feet to rest on Alex’s chest. Tracht was breathing heavily, at least, so Alex knew he wasn’t completely unaffected. His cock stood obscenely, glistening with Alex’s spit.

“Nice,” Tracht said, “But don’t think you can manipulate me. I think I do want to see your tears tonight, Alex.”

Alex’s breath stuck in his throat. “You can’t—you can’t whip me like that though. That’s a body mod. That won’t heal fast enough!”

Tracht rolled his eyes and moved his feet off Alex. “I assure you that I have a very high-tech medical facility, and Dr. Singh is superb at her job. I have utmost faith that she would be able to heal you up nicely with no additional scarring. But no, I’ll have your tears without damaging a single hair on you.”

He extended his hand for Alex to take; Alex growled and got up by himself. Tracht grinned, not at all put out. Alex should have known that resisting wouldn’t do anything but please Tracht.

“All right. I think I’ll tie you up. Yes, get on the bed, on your back.”

The mild way in which Tracht issued his orders was so counter to his underlying sadism. If Alex didn’t know him, he’d assume that Tracht was harmless. He had assumed that, hadn’t he, back when they’d first met.

The first problem was when Tracht asked Alex to raise his arms. For some reason Alex couldn’t stop remembering the epilator and how it had attacked his armpits. But Tracht said, “It’ll be a lot worse if you make me do it, Alex,” and Alex knew that it definitely could get worse. So he very reluctantly raised his arms, exposing his bare armpits.

The only consolation was that Tracht didn’t have epilator anywhere in the room, as far as Alex could tell.

Tracht used a smooth rope to tie Alex’s arms to the headboard. Then he tied rope around Alex’s thighs and tied that to the headboard in such a way that Alex was splayed open with his legs hanging in the air.

“Just—you aren’t gonna whip me, right?” Alex keened.

“In this position? No, of course not. I won’t even cane you,” Tracht said, but that didn’t reassure Alex at all. “You’re missing something though...” Tracht pulled more rope out from his storage chest. This time he looped some of the rope around Alex’s big toes, and then around his balls. Alex realized that if he moved his feet at all, he’d feel it immediately.

“Now, try to hold still.”

Holding still was not actually possible, because Tracht brought his hands up to Alex’s armpits and tickled.

Alex’s body convulsed involuntarily, and he half laughed, half gasped.

“Stop! Stop!” he shouted, all in vain. With each new assault, Alex convulsed more. He could barely catch his breath, and he desperately wanted to keep his feet still because the sharp tugs on his sac were blinding him with pain, but it was impossible.

It was tickling. Just tickling. He and Nick used to tickle each other all the time as kids, as a way to get the upper hand when wrestling. But this was worse—he had no escape, no hope of mitigating the onslaught. Tears started leaking out of Alex’s eyes.

And right when he thought Tracht was done, he started all over again, this time at his feet.

It was a blessing in that Tracht held one foot steady so that it couldn’t move, but his other foot seemed to convulse twice as much. Despite the way he couldn’t breathe, despite the pain in his balls, he felt his cock trying to grow hard. Alex was torn between being glad for the cock cage preventing him from embarrassing himself, and hating it for the frustration it was causing. He sobbed and was horrified to find himself begging Tracht to stop. “Please, please, stop,” tumbled out if his mouth in between childish giggles.

Tracht smiled cruelly the entire time.

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