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He didn’t know how long it went on, but he was completely out of breath when Tracht’s hands finally came to a standstill. Alex was covered in sweat, tears streamed out of his eyes. He didn’t have any energy to resist when Tracht kissed his tears. His mouth stayed slack when Tracht brought their lips together and plundered his mouth.

“Beautiful,” Tracht said when he pulled away. He gently stroked Alex’s face. His hard cock rubbed against Alex’s side. Alex twisted his face away and wished he could lower his arms. He felt so goddamn exposed. It was just tickling. It shouldn’t have made him cry like this.

“No more,” Alex cried when Tracht’s hands trailed up Alex’s sides again. “Please. I’m sorry. Please.” He didn’t even know what he was apologizing for.

“You see?” Tracht murmured. “I don’t need whips to make you beg and cry. Your body does what I want it to.” He sat back and undid the ropes on Alex’s legs and feet, then maneuvered himself between them.

Alex closed his eyes and attempted not to flinch while Tracht slicked him up with lube. Tracht pushed Alex’s legs up so that Alex was folded almost in half, and then he started thrusting hard into Alex. Alex was too exhausted to do more than take it.

“Open your eyes, Alex,” Tracht demanded, punctuating the command with a particularly hard thrust.

Alex cried out and did as ordered. Tracht was grinning down at him. Their eyes met, and Alex was caught in a strange mix of emotions. He suddenly wanted an orgasm so damn bad that he almost broke down, and he hated Nick for putting him in this position so much that he was sure the first thing he’d do if he ever saw his brother again was attempt to kill him.

He couldn’t do anything about Nick, but maybe the other one— “I need to come,” Alex begged. “Please. Please—it hurts so f—so much. Please.”

Tracht paused, his breathing heavy. “Really? Why should I care about that?”

“Please! I’ve been good! Please!” Alex was ashamed at how pathetic he was.

“If I give you an orgasm, then no breakfast,” Tracht said. “You got popcorn anyway.”

What? Alex shook his head and pulled against his restraints. “No! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” No no no. It wasn’t fair. “Food. I want food!”

Tracht laughed and resumed his thrusting. “That’s—that’s what I thought.” He slipped one hand down Alex’s thigh and stroked Alex’s tender balls. “Don’t worry. I think these can get a bit fuller yet.”

Alex averted his gaze and tried to distract himself. He focused his thoughts on Nick, to how much he wanted to see his brother again and break his nose. It didn’t stop the haze of arousal though. Even after Tracht was done with him, come dripping messily out of Alex’s hole, Alex kept hoping he’d get to orgasm. But of course not. Tracht undid Alex’s restraints and wiped him down, licking the tears away.

“Sweet dreams, Alex.”

[Chapter 11]

Orgasms were suddenly the only thing Alex could think of. While eating slop in the morning, while following Tracht around the ship, while doing laundry, while at the gym, while sucking Tracht’s dick—the only thing Alex wanted was to come. His balls felt so tender, Alex started wondering if it was possible for them to burst. When he was scrubbing himself clean he even tried to figure out a way to get his cock out of the cage. Only problem would be rubbing one out and putting the cage back on without Tracht noticing.

The kicker was that Tracht knew, and he kept making the same offer: orgasm or food. Alex wasn’t dumb enough to turn down food, so the torture continued.

On top of that, Tracht clearly didn’t like the idea of the asteroid party that Strobel was organizing. Strobel brought it up almost every day, and the crew members would chatter about it. Tracht pretended not to care, but Alex could see Tracht getting tense at every mention.

“Do you have to be there?” Alex asked, a few hours before the party was scheduled to start. They were killing time in Tracht’s office, Alex lounging on the couch. “I mean, can’t they have it without you?” He really, really didn’t want to see Tracht in a worse mood.

“As much as that appeals to me, no.” Tracht sipped his coffee and glanced down at his tablet. “My presence will boost crew morale. It isn’t an event where they would want to vent about command—it’s one that they will enjoy, and they will remember that I was there and helped organize.”

“You didn’t organize at all!” Alex argued. He instantly regretted it. He didn’t want to make Tracht mad, but with Tracht being more lenient lately, his brain had apparently forgotten that Tracht could make him drink piss or pull out all his body hair or rip out his frickin’ tooth.

Tracht waved his hand dismissively. “The crew doesn’t really know that. I allowed it to happen, which means I’m a ‘good guy’ in this scenario. Of course we will give the full credit to Mr. Strobel, who instigated all of it, but those feelings of goodwill will transfer to me as well.”

Was it that easy? Alex remembered Nick schmoozing up to marks, promising them riches, but even those people never really liked Nick so much as they liked his promises. People would just think that Tracht was nice because he showed his face at some stupid party?

Tracht caught Alex’s eyes. “You don’t believe me? I assure you that when we go, half the crew will thank me.”

No, Alex didn’t believe it. He was looking forward to Tracht being proven wrong, but he didn’t say that out loud.

“Now come here, there’s still some time and I think you aren’t nearly as desperate as I’d like,” Tracht said. He had Alex bend over his desk and began fingering Alex, driving all thoughts away and making Alex remember that he hadn’t come in days.

It felt like Alex had been on the edge of orgasm for hours, when Espinosa’s voice finally rang over the PA, inviting all non-essential staff to join them on the bridge. Tracht slowly removed his fingers from Alex’s ass—three of them, god, was Tracht going to try fisting him at some point?—and made Alex suck them clean.

“Now make yourself presentable, we have a party to attend,” Tracht said, slapping Alex’s ass.

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