Page 34 of Under His Heel

He startled when Tracht’s hands landed on his ass, and he couldn’t stop the hiss from escaping when Tracht’s fingers circled Alex’s sore, abused hole.

“One more orgasm,” Tracht declared. “One more with my cock inside you, and then we can forget this little incident.”

“No. Please. No. I can’t.” Alex shook his head. “Anything else.”

Tracht’s hands stilled, and he gave Alex one of his condescending looks. “Oh, Alex. You shouldn’t say things like that. I might take you up on them.”

“Please. I can’t. I’m... I’m so sore. You’ll break me.” Even the light brushes of Tracht’s trousers against Alex’s cock felt like burns.

“Hmm.” Tracht pushed Alex towards the bed. “All right. Your choice then. An orgasm, or a flogging?”

Alex sobbed loudly. He remembered the porn vid, with the torn up back, but his cock was so abused that there just was no way he could go another round. “Flogging.”

“Excellent. Go lie face down on the bed.” Tracht stepped away from Alex and went to get his flogging instruments.

Alex trembled as he crawled onto the bed and spread himself out. The sheets were thankfully smooth, but he hoped his cock wouldn’t rub against them too much. He hoped the flogging would be bearable. He told himself to stop being a baby. He could endure pain, he had endured pain. He’d had all the hair on his body pulled out; no way a flogging could be as bad. He’d had his tooth pulled out, a flogging couldn’t be anywhere near that level of pain.

Looking at it in those terms, a flogging sounded downright gentle. Alex’s breathing slowed, and he found this weird zen space where it didn’t bother him anymore.

“We’ll keep going until I’m bored,” Tracht announced. That should have scared Alex, but all he knew was that pain had to be preferable to pleasure at this point.

The first crack of the flogger struck Alex right across the shoulders, and—okay, painful, but Alex had been right, it wasn’t anywhere near the level of the worst he’d experienced. He could do this.

At first he tried to brace himself for the impact, but that didn’t work and tended to make the next hit hurt worse. He was also so exhausted that he couldn’t keep his pained moans or cries in check.

The blows were concentrated across his upper back and ass, avoiding his lower back. Something to be grateful for, and Alex found that, yes, he was grateful that Tracht was flogging him instead of fucking him.

The lashes suddenly got harder, each one marking Alex’s skin as hotly as a flame. Not as bad as getting his tooth ripped out, but worse than cigarette burns on his shoulder.

Alex lost track of time. Breathe through the pain, cry out, repeat. His entire back felt like a mass of bruises and burns, and all of his thoughts centered on that pain. He heard only the sound of the flogger whipping through the air, felt only its lashes on his back, saw nothing but white. He wished his hands weren’t still trapped in the mitts so he could clench them on something.

It shocked him when the next sensation wasn’t sharp leather across his back, but a soft hand tracing his new welts. He sucked in breath and hissed through it.

“Very nice,” Tracht murmured. “Though I suppose it’s of no surprise that you can take pain like this.”

Alex didn’t answer. A few moments later, Tracht sat down next to Alex’s head and tilted Alex’s head so he had a clear view of Tracht’s crotch. With his other hand, Tracht was beating off.

Thank god he wasn’t expecting Alex to help him with that. He could barely find the energy to breathe, let alone coordinate his arms or mouth.

At the last moment, Tracht angled his cock so his come splashed onto Alex’s hair and the side of his face. That would have grossed Alex out at one point. Now it was so inconsequential that he couldn’t get himself to care.

Tracht slumped back and breathed heavily for a few moments. He wiped his hand off on Alex’s scalp and began to strip the rest of his clothes off.

The mild shifting of the mattress made Alex’s muscles bend, sending a flare of pain up his spine. He keened through it, and when it passed, he had Tracht lying next to him, stroking his back gently.

“Ss good?” Alex mumbled, and Tracht laughed.

“Yes, Alex. You’re forgiven. Mmm.” He crowded closer and licked a tear—or maybe that was cum—from Alex’s cheek. “Very, very nice.”

Tracht was still petting Alex when he fell asleep.

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Alex woke alone, sore and hungry and needing to piss. A quick glance showed Tracht on the couch, reading on his tablet.

Alex gently tried to rise, and hissed in pain as his muscles protested. But—and this was a surprise—there was no blood, and a quick glance at his ass didn’t show any open cuts. His hands were no longer in the mitts either, and he flexed his fingers to get rid of the linger cramps.

“Feel free to use the washing facilities,” Tracht said, absently. “And I left you breakfast on the table.”

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