Page 41 of Under His Heel

The first dribble of come surprised Alex. He felt it leaking out, and when he looked between his arms, he saw the splooge landing on the plate in thick gobs.

This was like with Singh, he realized. No orgasm, just a sudden relief in his balls, and Alex found himself grateful that he wasn’t overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Thank you,” Alex whispered.

“You see? I take care of you,” Tracht said.

It kept going, and Alex watched all of the come dripping out of him with a weird fascination. So much more than a normal orgasm would produce, he was sure of it, and without the peak. He felt absolutely drained by the time Tracht pulled out.

Tracht brought his fingers up to Alex’s lips, and Alex licked them clean, taking care to trace every last centimeter. When he was done, Tracht moved the plate from between Alex’s legs to just in front of his face.

“That was four days worth of buildup,” Tracht commented. “I do wonder if you could go longer, but I suppose I can’t expect you to have any self control.”

God, it was a lot. It was mixing in with the steak juices, everything tinted pink. It looked so nasty.

“Well? Go on,” Tracht said.

Alex looked up at him in confusion. “What?”

“It’s no good to waste protein, Alex. Eat it all up.” His tone was colored in amusement, but with enough of an edge that Alex knew better than to fight back.

He shuddered and lowered his mouth down to the plate.

Cold splooge, bitter and salty, somehow tasting so different when it was already out than when it came straight from a cock. Alex tried to make each pass of his tongue include enough of the steak juice to drown out the flavor, but there was so much more come on the plate than juices, and it took everything not to gag as he licked it all up.

Tracht pointed out spots that he missed, and Alex made more passes over the plate, until it really had been licked completely clean. Only then did Tracht remove the plate and have Alex rest his head against Tracht’s thighs.

“There’s a good boy.” Tracht petted Alex’s hair, and Alex nuzzled his face against Tracht’s crotch.

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Tracht kept Alex busy for the next few days. Alex worked hard to get his notes up to snuff. He bristled at Tracht’s criticisms, but for every correction he made, Tracht gave him a compliment, and somehow Alex found himself actually enjoying that one part of his job.

He especially liked it when Tracht sounded annoyed with somebody else. Alex smirked when Tracht dressed down a careless crew member, even if Tracht worded everything politely. That happened every so often while they were doing their rounds, because normal humans actually got bored on occasion.

Normal humans got horny too, and apparently liked to have sex in hidden corners of the ship. Naturally, Tracht made it a point to patrol everywhere, even the maintenance shafts. They ended up stumbling across two chicks making out, one with her shirt open and her hands down the pants of the other. They didn’t even notice Alex and Tracht for the first few moments, until the shorter one of them opened her eyes and screamed when she saw Alex.

The two of them hastily pulled apart and redid their clothes.

“Ms. Carpenter, Ms. Rodriguez. Unless I’m mistaken, the two of you are still on duty. You may engage in sexual liaisons on your own time only. Should I find out the two of you have been slacking off again, you will be summarily dismissed at our next port, without a recommendation.”

That must have been quite the threat, because both chicks looked terrified and mumbled apologies to Tracht. They hurried back to their respective stations after Tracht dismissed them.

“We could have spied on them some more,” Alex commented once the ladies were out of sight. “They were hot.”

“We are currently working, Alex, and I’ve told you before that I will never do anything to put my ship in jeopardy. Slacking off can have extreme consequences in space, especially when we’re outside of communication fields.” He paused briefly, looked at his tablet, and shook his head. “Besides which, women are of absolute no interest to me.”

It shouldn’t have surprised Alex, but it kind of did anyway. “Like, at all?”

“Ms. Paula Carpenter and Ms. Veronica Rodriguez. Write that down.”

Alex made a note, and made sure to add the time and location and what they’d been doing. More details were better—Tracht apparently hated making his own notes, but he had to keep a captain’s log. So the more Alex did right, the less work Tracht had to do, the happier Tracht was.

“And to answer your question: I suppose if I watched somebody do to a woman what I do to you, I might get a small thrill of enjoyment. But I have no desire to do it myself, and find the idea of sleeping with a woman a bit repulsive.” Tracht led them back on their rounds.

“But women are made for it. Pussy is way better than ass,” Alex argued. His voice echoed a bit in this less-used corner of the ship.

“Language, Alex.” Tracht frowned at him. “And show some respect. The women on my ship don’t need to listen to your garbage.”

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