Page 33 of Under His Heel

“No—please, I don’t—” Alex shook his head and flinched away from Tracht’s hand. Nothing he could do stopped Tracht from inserting the plug though. It sat heavy in him, making him feel full and bloated in a way a cock didn’t.

Tracht undid the rest of Alex’s bindings. “Off the bed. Come on. I can’t be expected to sleep with you like this.”

Confusion washed over Alex. “Sleep?”

“Yes, Alex. Another eleven orgasms? That could take hours. No, you’ll enjoy them in the comfort of your cage.”

Shit shit shit shit shit. Alex trembled and scrambled backwards, away from Tracht. The plug threatened to slip out, but he had enough sense to squeeze around it—and it ended up pressing against his prostate, which tore a sob out of Alex. “I don’t—I don’t want that!”

Tracht shrugged casually. “You’ll find that I am quite unconcerned with what you want, Alex. Get off the bed, now, unless you would like to see on how little food you can subsist on for the next few days.”

“No!” Alex clenched around the plug and crawled off the bed. He had to… he had to get Tracht in a good mood again. He crawled the rest of the way to where Tracht was standing. “I’m sorry! I didn’t—I didn’t mean that.”

The plug inside Alex started vibrating, and he moaned loudly. Tracht’s fingers carded through Alex’s hair; Alex leaned into them, hoping to somehow cancel out whatever it was that had Tracht threatening Alex with starvation.

“Better,” Tracht said, “but you’re still going in the cage.”

Alex tried to keep his tears at bay as Tracht blindfolded him and put the earplugs in his ears. He obediently held out his hands to get mittened, though he couldn’t stop a sob when the fleshlight was fastened around his soft cock. He felt something strap across his hips and attach to the plug and fleshlight.

A few kicks had him crawling into the cage. He waited for Tracht to bid him good night, but he didn’t get that either. The fleshlight started vibrating too, and his bones reverberated with all the buzzing in and around him.

Sleeping was impossible.

[Chapter 12]

Alex didn’t keep count. It took longer and longer to come between each orgasm, and he had to be coming dry. Nothing was left in his balls, yet his body still reacted to all the stimulation. He used his mittened hands to push at the fleshlight, to give his cock some relief from the constant stimulus, but Tracht had hooked it to the same harness that was keeping the plug in place. Without use of his fingers he had no way to undo it.

Fuck fuck fuck. Alex cried and sobbed. His dick felt so raw. Like a layer of skin was missing off the top of it. He tried begging, hoping Tracht would hear him, but no reprieve came.

He had no idea it was possible to come so often in a row. By the time Tracht finally, finally pulled him out of the cage, Alex was ready to say that he didn’t want another orgasm ever again.

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” Alex sobbed when Tracht stopped the vibrations. He ended up clinging to Tracht’s legs and making it difficult for Tracht to remove the fleshlight and plug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Tracht knelt down and took Alex’s face into his hands. “Well, what are you sorry for?”

Alex’s eyes widened. Oh no. This question clearly had a right answer, and Alex had no idea what it was. He was definitely sorry he’d chosen orgasm over eating. But was that what Tracht wanted to hear? He trembled and kept silent, afraid of getting sent back into the cage.

“I’ll give you a hint,” Tracht finally said. “Who has complete control over your body, Alex?”

“You do?” Alex responded quickly. His hands clenched in their mitts. Those were the terms of the contract.

“So, Alex, who has control over when and what you eat?”

Realization struck. Fucking Parsons. “That’s not fair!” Alex blurt out. “You never said—”

Tracht sneered. “I suppose I shouldn’t have expected you to figure it out on your own. You do so fail at critical thinking.”

“That was Parsons!” Alex had to make Tracht see that this wasn’t his fault. “He’s the one who offered it to me!”

“Oh, Alex. For once, take responsibility for your own actions. You could have refused.” Tracht let go of Alex and stood up again.

Alex quickly wrapped an arm around Tracht’s ankle and lowered himself to kiss Tracht’s boot. “I won’t do it again. I swear!”

He didn’t expect Tracht to kick him. Not the worst kick Alex had ever received in his life, but he’d gotten so used to Tracht enjoying the boot-kissing. It was an easy way to put Tracht in a good mood. So to have that foot lash out and catch Alex in the chin felt like a betrayal.

“You’ll have to do better than that, Alex. Quit sniveling and stand up.”

Alex scrambled to obey. He held still while Tracht stepped closer and, ugh, Tracht kissed him slowly, almost romantically. But Alex could work with that, and he returned the kiss as best he could. He’d avoided kissing the chicks he’d slept with because it seemed to give them ideas, but if Tracht wanted proper kissing, Alex would give it to him.

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