Page 66 of Under His Heel

“I don’t belong to anyone,” Alex said, aggression tingeing his voice. “I work for T—Captain Tracht. And he wants his drink, so move it.”

The guy gave a startled laugh and stepped aside just enough for Alex to squeeze past him. Then he started following him, straight to Tracht. Ugh. Alex handed the drink over and folded down to the cushion again.

“Tracht, old friend! What a surprise to see you here!” The old guy held out his hand for a handshake. Alex wished Tracht would tell the guy off, but Tracht stood and shook hands with the guy.

“Hoffman, hello. Are you here by yourself?” Tracht sat back down, and Hoffman took the remaining chair in their corner. Fontaine and Singh both greeted Hoffman too.

“I’m between bondservants at the moment. There’s nobody good on the market right now. Looks like you took the bottom of the barrel dregs.” Hoffman pointed at Alex. “Why in the world did you settle for somebody so ugly? Couldn’t afford a nicer model?”

Alex bristled, and it took everything in his power not to lash out. Tracht reached out and gripped Alex’s hair tight, which was another warning to keep his cool.

“I find Alex has qualities more important than looks,” Tracht said with amusement. “He cries splendidly. And the way he fights...” Tracht tilted Alex’s head upwards and forced his mouth open with his other hand. Alex shuddered and tried to evade the fingers, orders be damned. Something about doing all of this in public, in front of other people, was putting Alex more on edge than usual.

Fingers crawling in his mouth, playing with his piercing and then touching every inch of his tongue, so far back that Alex wanted to gag. Tracht removed his fingers before it came to that, but it was a close thing, and when he let go of Alex’s hair, Alex had to take a few deep breaths to shake the lingering sense of wrongness.

“You see?” Tracht said, and he took a sip from his drink. “Beautiful reactions. His body is very pleasing to me too. Stand up, Alex.”

His voice held just enough of a hint of warning to make Alex rethink his idea to refuse. He stood, trying to keep as much of himself hidden as possible. But the small amounts of fabric meant he couldn’t really do anything. His nipples were pebbled and hard, strangely embarrassing despite the fact that he’d gone shirtless often enough. Something about the way the blouse framed his chest made it seem obscene.

Tracht stroked his ass from underneath the skirt. How the heck did chicks wear this stuff and not feel humiliated? Alex’s entire body tensed, ready for a fight he knew he couldn’t afford to start.

“Turn around.” Tracht slapped Alex’s ass and waited for Alex to turn so his ass was facing Hoffman. “Now bend over.”

No. Alex shook his head. “I don’t—”

“Dr. Singh, how long can somebody go without eating?” Tracht asked. “I thought it was something close to a week.”

“It really depends. A healthy boy like Alex could probably go almost a month without food. Though you’d want to water him regularly.”

Fontaine looked between them. “Is that how you discipline him?”

“Alex is very food motivated,” Tracht explained. “Now, Alex, don’t make me repeat myself.”

Right. Fuck Tracht. Alex took a breath and bent forward. The skirt immediately slid up, exposing his ass and balls. Tracht put his hand on the small of Alex’s back, forcing him to stay in that position.

“He does have a nice ass,” Hoffman murmured, “but I prefer the softer boys.”

Tracht used one hand to part Alex’s cheeks, exposing his hole for everybody to see, and then began rubbing around the rim with the other hand. “Alex is very nice and tight.” He pressed a knuckle against Alex’s hole, almost penetrating, and the others chuckled a bit.

Alex’s entire body felt like it was on fire. Fuck all of them. They were the ones who should feel ashamed of themselves, for being such disgusting pervs. Getting off on Alex’s humiliation. His thighs trembled from trying to keep the position while Tracht started a slow, dry finger-fuck.

“He’s very receptive. Has very little control over his own body,” Tracht explained. “It’s why I need to keep him caged, or he’d be masturbating at every opportunity.”

“I wouldn’t!” Alex shouted, horrified. Yeah, his cock was getting hard inside the cage, but he wasn’t risking any un-allowed orgasms ever again. Tracht had to know that. He was the one who punished Alex for it!

Everybody laughed, and Tracht removed his finger. He tugged on Alex and had Alex sit on his lap, so that Alex was straddling one of Tracht’s thighs. He kept one hand on Alex’s waist while drawing him in for a wet kiss.

“Yes, you are coming along wonderfully from those first few days.” Tracht smiled directly at Alex.

Something was wrong with Alex because he suddenly felt settled. The staring and laughter of everybody around him didn’t matter in comparison to having Tracht smiling.

[Chapter 21]

Alex didn’t pay much attention to the four dressed people after that. He slid back down to sit at Tracht’s feet, making sure to always touch Tracht. Occasionally he pressed a kiss to Tracht’s knee and got his hair petted in return, but for the most part he tried to zone out. They were talking about business and politics anyway, all topics that Alex had no interest in.

More people trickled into the room until there was a fairly decent crowd. He noticed a few bondservants getting fucked or sucking cock or eating pussy. Nadia was an extreme with all her piercings, although several bondservants were dressed up like animals with cat ears or dog tails. People would come by to greet Tracht and Singh, and Alex tensed each time, afraid that he’d be put on display again. At some point Hoffman wandered away.

He wished he had some way to indicate to Tracht that he was getting seriously hungry. And that he was starting to really need to piss. He thought of simply getting up and finding a washroom, but he was pretty sure Tracht would stop him before he got too far.

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