Page 40 of Under His Heel

Tracht smirked at his discomfort, then shook his head. “Suppose, before all this started, that your brother had died. What would that have felt like?”

“Died how? Because if somebody killed him, I would have killed the f—the person who did it.” Alex felt a small bubble of anger, but it was muted by the knowledge that Nick had put Alex in his current situation. Although even now he had to admit he didn’t want Nick dead. Alex just wouldn’t help him out ever again.

“Yes, your standard emotion does seem to be anger. Mr. Parsons, on the other hand, is apparently the sort to not take his anger out on others, no matter how deserving a target they are.”

“Whatever. Being sad doesn’t ever help anything. Didn’t help me and Nick when mom kicked us out. Wouldn’t help me now, would it?”

Tracht laughed and shook his head. “Right you are. Right you are.”

[Chapter 14]

Now that Alex was dedicated to making nice enough with Parsons to wring a blow job out of him, humiliation be damned, he couldn’t find him again.

Parsons no longer showed up at the gym during Alex’s solitary excursions. He wasn’t in the laundry room or the canteen. Alex even considered going out and searching for Parsons in the crew cabins, but that reeked of desperation.

“Did you reassign Parsons or something?” he asked Tracht on the fourth day with no sign from him.

Tracht, in the middle of what looked like a really delicious steak dinner, paused to look at him. “No. Why would I have?” He followed that statement with a hand gesture; Alex quickly got to his knees next to Tracht. He nuzzled against Tracht’s knee for good measure and received a sliver of steak in reward.

After savoring that bite, Alex answered, “Parsons isn’t around anymore.”

“Hmm. I would have expected you to be happy about that. I can’t imagine that you bear Mr. Parsons any goodwill.” Tracht traced Alex’s scar and then settled his finger on Alex’s lips. Alex darted his tongue out to lick the remaining juices from it.

When Tracht withdrew his finger, Alex continued, “How am I supposed to win the bet if I can’t even find Parsons?”

Tracht sighed loudly. “You aren’t, Alex. That entire exercise was designed to set you up for failure.” He held out another piece of steak, and for a brief moment Alex actually thought of refusing it out of spite.

Then he came to his senses. He ate it, but he didn’t lick Tracht’s fingers, and he scooted a few centimeters away from Tracht.

“If you’re thinking of blowjobs, perhaps we need to empty you out a bit.” Tracht picked up the empty plate and stood. He had Alex follow him to the carpeted area in front of the couch and get on his hands and knees.

Confusingly, Tracht placed the plate beneath Alex, close to his legs. Alex could still smell some of the steak’s juices, and wondered if he’d be allowed to lick the plate clean.

He startled when Tracht sat down next to him and petted the back of his thighs.

“Hmm. You are quite lucky I enjoy your muscles,” Tracht commented. “Your predecessor was skinny and unable to hold muscle weight at all. It was almost not worth feeding him.”

Was that supposed to scare Alex? He grunted and said nothing, and clenched his legs to tighten the muscles under Tracht’s fingers.

He shuddered when Tracht stroked upwards and began kneading the flesh around his hole. Before, Alex wouldn’t have ever guessed how sensitive his asshole could be, that little touches would be enough to get him ramped up.

Thoughts of orgasm made his heart beat faster though. He shook his head and whined when Tracht removed the cock cage.

“I don’t—”

“Mm. You don’t want to come?”

Something was wrong with Alex that he really, really didn’t want to. His body remembered the agony of being in the cage and being forced to orgasm over and over, and even though yeah, he’d been feeling horny again, there was no way he actually wanted to come.

Tracht laughed and patted Alex’s ass. “No need to worry. We’re just emptying out your pipes, so to speak.”

He spat on Alex’s hole, and that was all the lube Alex got before Tracht plunged two fingers in roughly. It was a familiar sensation by now, and Alex breathed and relaxed himself to mitigate the pain of it.

Tracht didn’t play around, his fingers immediately seeking out his prostate and pushing down hard. With his other hand he took Alex’s cock and angled it downwards.

Alex’s arms trembled with the effort to keep himself upright. He whimpered when the pressure started building. It felt like an orgasm, or like he needed to piss.

“Stop,” he begged and wasn’t surprised when Tracht laughed and massaged his prostate even harder.

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