Page 39 of Under His Heel

His ass burned as he stood, and he had to clench hard to keep the ginger seated inside. He hesitated, until Tracht cleared his throat, and then Alex forced himself to lie across Tracht’s lap. F—frick. Spanking was so tame in comparison. He could do this. No noises from him. Let Tracht hurt himself spanking Alex raw. Alex could take it.

“I really don’t appreciate getting yelled at,” Tracht said as he stroked down Alex’s spine. He clamped his arm across Alex’s back. “Look at me.”

Alex braced himself on the couch and turned his head to face in Tracht’s direction. Tracht was smirking.

And then he started spanking.

First thing Alex noticed was that Tracht hit a lot harder than his mother ever had. He yelped in surprise the first time, before he managed to prepare himself for the impact.

The second thing was that the burning sensation flared up with every jostle, every slap. Alex’s eyes started watering between the two sensations. He could do it though. It wasn’t that bad. Not really. He could handle it. He could—

Tracht paused in his spanking to pinch Alex’s balls. Alex sobbed out a ragged breath, and it turned into a pained moan when Tracht purposefully played with the ginger, drawing it in and out.

When Tracht resumed spanking, it was harder to remind himself that it wasn’t that bad yet. The spanking got harder, the burning even hotter. Alex started shaking his head, and between the pain and humiliation and his own patheticness, he started sobbing. “I’m sorry,” Alex cried. “Didn’t mean it!”

But Tracht kept going. On and on, occasionally stopping to pinch Alex or slap his balls. At one point he spanked directly on Alex’s hole, pushing the ginger in dangerously far and making the burn so much worse. Somewhere along the way Alex started simply crying, so out of breath he couldn’t form words.

When Tracht finally deemed the punishment enough, he pulled the ginger out and threw it aside. Then he drew Alex upright and wrapped an arm around him.

And Alex, for some stupid reason, clung to him. He pushed his head against Tracht’s shoulder and dug his fingers into Tracht’s shirt. His ass stung and his hole still burned and Tracht had been the one slapping him, but the sudden turn to gentleness made Alex sob harder. He didn’t understand anything anymore.

“There we go. Show me those beautiful tears of yours,” Tracht murmured. He tilted Alex’s face upwards and kissed the salt water trails on Alex’s face. He kissed Alex’s mouth too, tongue plunging into Alex’s mouth, but Alex took it eagerly. He kissed back to show Tracht that he wasn’t disobeying. To show Tracht that Alex didn’t need to be punished anymore.

And he kissed back, a little bit, because it felt good to do it.

He heard Tracht moan. When he pulled back, Tracht was breathing heavily too. “Lovely.” He petted Alex’s hair. “Prepare me, Alex. You’re going to be riding me.”

A tube of lube was sitting on the coffee table. Alex grabbed it and went to unzip Tracht, whose cock was already swollen and hard. Alex’s own cock twitched in its cage, because apparently it hadn’t learned its lesson from last time and Tracht being gentle was confusing it. Alex hurried to lube Tracht’s cock up while Tracht pinched his nipples and kissed his jaw.

“Enough,” Tracht said after a while. He maneuvered Alex so sit facing him, and made Alex slowly sink down onto his cock. Alex hissed at the pain, his hole and ass still tender.

The pain turned sharper when Tracht grabbed his ass and started guiding Alex’s movements. “Go on. Ride me.”

Alex groaned with each movement. It hurt, but it somehow felt good too. He kept his hands on Tracht’s shoulders and used them to leverage himself. He tried clenching his ass too, and Tracht’s moans made it clear he appreciated that, so Alex kept doing it. Occasionally Tracht’s cock brushed against Alex’s prostate, sending pleasure zinging up his spine, although no way was Alex going to ask for relief from this. Just get Tracht off. Alex could do without.

Tracht started meeting Alex’s thrusts, his thighs slamming hard against Alex’s ass, and he stuffed his fingers into Alex’s mouth while he came in hot pulses. Alex sucked on those fingers and tried to squeeze tight around Tracht, milking every last drop out of him.

When they were done, Alex almost felt as if he had come himself. He was exhausted, he hurt all over, but he felt vaguely satisfied too. Even with his own cock pressing against the ridges of the cage.

Tracht made Alex clean them both up, then had Alex sit next to him again. “Very, very nice. And now let’s rewatch this video. Without your tantrum this time.”

Alex tensed, buried his face in Tracht’s neck again and refused to look when the vid started up.

“I do feel a bit badly for Mr. Parsons,” Tracht commented, petting Alex all the while. “He is extremely misguided, but I suppose he is trying.” He followed that with a chuckle, so he must not have felt that bad for Parsons.

“You knew he was married?” Alex asked when they reached that part of the vid. “That’s why you knew he’d refuse me.”

“He’s a widower,” Tracht corrected. “He does list a daughter as a dependent. I found it unlikely that anybody so considerate of others, with a child, would engage in casual sex with a bondservant, let alone one contracted by their employer. It seems I was right.”

The vid ended, and Alex found himself... still humiliated, but it bothered him less.

“I do have a question for you,” Tracht said. “What were you thinking when you asked him about his wife? Surely you didn’t expect him to take you up on an offer so crass? Amusing as it was to watch.”

Alex shrugged. “He refused me. I wasn’t feeling nice anymore.”

“While I suppose I understand that sentiment, Mr. Parsons was hardly refusing you to insult you.”

“Felt like it. And anyway, what’s crying about his dead wife going to do for him.” Alex scowled and scooted away from Tracht a bit, which he regretted when his ass rubbed against the fabric of the couch.

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