Page 69 of Under His Heel

Wow. Alex wasn’t even surprised when Tracht slapped Claude across the face again. “Don’t presume familiarity with your betters, Claude. You address me, and everybody in this room, as ‘master.’ Understood?”

Claude spat in Tracht’s face.

Tracht pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the spit off, then rubbed the wet cloth across Claude’s cheek. “Charming.”

“I made all of you!” Claude yelled, craning his head to look at the rest of the room. “If not for me, you’d all be mining for minerals in deep space installations! You all owe me!”

The laughter was deafening.

“I’m pretty sure that my medical practice would have been better off without you attempting to buy up all the medical suppliers and driving up prices,” Fontaine shouted.

Others in the room shouted out a list of Claude’s offenses. It seemed everybody had a reason to hate the guy. He’d driven somebody’s sibling into debt, he’d stolen contracts and companies and employees, he’d lobbied for laws that screwed them over.

Alex was starting to feel less sorry for the guy. Especially when he attempted to kick Tracht—Alex caught the movement in time to pull Tracht out of the way, which got him a smile and a pet from Tracht.

“Gentlemen, if you could put Claude face down on the bench. Alex, hold still a moment.”

The two guards unhooked Claude’s wrists and dragged him kicking and screaming over to the bench. They attached the wrist and ankle manacles to the legs of the bench.

Alex startled when Tracht took hold of his cock.

“Alex needs to piss very, very badly. Well, we happen to have the human equivalent of a toilet right here.”

Laughter from the crowd, more undignified yelling from Claude.

“On him?” Alex asked with a growing discomfort. He was hyper aware of how everybody could see every inch of him.

“No! Fuck you, Tracht! You can’t do this to me! I’m Claude Dubois! I own all of you!”

Tracht rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. “As much as that would improve his looks, no. We don’t want to create too much of a mess for our host. His mouth is out too—I don’t trust Claude not to bite. He’s never followed rules before, after all.”

Refusal wasn’t even on Alex’s mind. He did need to piss badly, and after listening to Claude, after hearing everything about it, Alex’s sympathy had shriveled up. This guy thought he was better than the rest of them? Better than Tracht? But he was still tense, shame crawling up his spine for some dumb reason.

Tracht approached Claude’s ass and slapped it casually. “By the way, Claude, I expect you to keep every drop inside you. Or else I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue.” Then he squeezed Claude’s swollen balls hard, eliciting a loud scream from him.

Everybody laughed. Alex stepped close to Tracht and tried to hide behind him, out of the audience’s line of sight.

“Looks like he’s still slick from the previous users,” Tracht commented. “Let’s get you hard enough to slip in there, hmm, Alex?”

Tracht maneuvered them so that he was embracing Alex from behind. With one hand, he held the skirt out of the way. With the other, he started giving Alex a handjob. Alex squeezed his eyes shut and tried to pretend they were in private. It helped that Tracht was nipping his ear and jaw, but he could still hear the voices. He heard a few catcalls. Somebody wondered loudly about why Alex was so ugly. Claude cursed a few more times.

It shouldn’t have been possible, but Alex started getting hard. Not all the way, but enough for Tracht to declare him “ready” and push him towards Claude’s ass.

Alex felt like a puppet. Tracht touched his limbs to place them exactly where he wanted them. He held Alex’s dick and guided him in, and then he pressed down on Alex’s bladder and whispered, “Let go.”

If Alex hadn’t needed to piss so damn badly, there was no way he ever could have. Not with everybody staring.

Still, it was a relief to let go. His cock liked the warmth of Claude’s ass, liked the way Claude squeezed and struggled against him. Claude’s whimpers might have been nice under other circumstances. The yelling he could have done without.

“There you go,” Tracht murmured. “That’s a good boy.”

Alex’s face flamed up all over again.

He pulled out as soon as he was done. A small stream of piss trickled out over Claude’s thighs and onto the floor, and Tracht tsked loudly in disappointment. Alex tensed, expecting chastisement, and—

“What did I tell you, Claude? Not one drop. Gentlemen, if you would?”

Oh. Right. This was about the other guy. Alex wasn’t... Alex wasn’t really important.

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