Page 9 of Under His Heel

“But fear alone isn’t much of a punishment, is it?” Tracht pulled a strange metal device out of the bedside drawer. “Do you know what this is?... Well, probably not. It’s a cock cage, with some very nice extra features.”

Alex watched dejectedly as Tracht took his dick and placed it in the device, locking it shut with one of those small electronic locks you could find on diaries. The cage was smooth and a bit cool, encasing his dick with several metal bars. It felt heavy where it wrapped around his balls, and he grunted when Tracht took a thin attachment about as long as his middle finger, connected it to the ring around his balls, and slipped it unlubed into his hole. Once it was in he barely felt it, especially not in comparison to the weight on his dick.

“Let’s test this out, shall we?”

At first, Alex thought nothing was happening. And then he started to feel it: low level pulses inside his ass, right against his prostate, reverberating through his body. Pulses started on the outside too, in the ring around his balls. Blinding pleasure washed over him—and then he sobbed loudly when his dick tried to fill and met the hard metal of the cock cage.

Tracht laughed. “This is a wonderful look on you. Afraid and frustrated. And now, if you’ll oblige, I think I’ll have your mouth.”

As if Alex had any choice in the matter. Tracht unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It might have been intimidating, except Alex couldn’t concentrate on the sight, not with his ass and cock getting bombarded with vibrations.

Tracht climbed onto the bed and straddled Alex’s shoulders, using one hand to keep Alex’s head in place. With the other, he traced Alex’s scar. “Yes. You are quite the lovely thug.”

He started rubbing his dick all over Alex’s face, smearing precome under Alex’s nose and lips. The cock cage continued to send waves of pleasure through Alex, and he almost didn’t notice when the dick first passed into his mouth.

His consciousness swam: pleasure, exhaustion, moments of nothingness when his throat was blocked and his vision fuzzed over. Reprieve came in short bursts of air, barely enough to draw a proper breath, until he was choking on bitter come on his tongue. It was so hard to swallow with his jaws locked open, and some of it drizzled out along with his spit.

Tracht pulled out, and the buzzing in Alex’s ass and balls stopped. “Mmm. Much better than the last few nights. Now for the last part of your punishment: bad monsters don’t get to sleep in the bed with me. They go in the cage, alone and deprived.”

Cage?

Alex’s head lolled to the side, and he saw that the cot in the corner of the room had been replaced with a mid-sized animal crate. He should have protested. He knew that. But he didn’t want to be near Tracht anymore, and the cage would let him rest. He wasn’t going to tell Tracht that the cage wasn’t all that punishing.

He didn’t fight as Tracht placed heavy mitts around his hands, locking his fingers together, or when Tracht replaced the ring gag with a dampened gag shaped like a cock. The blindfold bothered him a lot more, but there wasn’t any point in fighting.

Then came the earplugs.

They blocked out every last sound. Alex hadn’t realized how much ambient noise the ship actually had until it was all completely gone. He startled when he felt Tracht’s hands on his wrists, undoing the restraints.

“All right. I’m going to guide you now.”

Alex almost cried all over again when he heard Tracht’s voice, projected directly into his ears. Or maybe he was sniffling and making other ugly noises but had no way of hearing them.

Tracht pulled him up and guided him around the room, pushing on his back to get him down on his knees. “Crawl forward.”

He felt the texture of the floor change slightly, from hardwood to a thin mat. He crawled until he felt the other side of the crate, and then waited.

“Good night, Alex. Try to get some rest.”

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Sleep would have been nice, but Tracht had obviously been joking, because the cock cage would vibrate intermittently during the night, waking Alex up from his fitful attempts at rest. The cage was too small for him to stretch out properly, so he was curled in on himself, shivering a bit from his nakedness. Sometimes he found himself sucking hard on the gag in his mouth, taking comfort in it for being a sensation he could control.

His cock kept trying to get hard too, coming up against resistance in the form of that cage. The thing in his ass buzzed against his prostate, and fuck, Alex hated that sensation. It was too much, too intense, and it made Alex feel vulnerable somehow.

Never before had he really understood what people meant when they said they were ‘so hard it hurt.’ Normally, if he was horny Alex would just jerk off or find a girl—occasionally a guy, if no girl was available. This time, he was painfully aroused, couldn’t get hard, and had nothing he could focus on to distract himself.

He had no way to know how much time passed; no sounds, no light, no change in the temperature. He started to get hungry and thirsty, in between periods of intense arousal, all while his bladder began to feel fuller and fuller.

When he got a reprieve from arousal, his mind would start drifting.

Maybe this wasn’t worth it. Maybe he really should take his chances with the Nilsens. He didn’t think any of them were the type to leave a guy trapped in darkness and aroused like this. Hell, if he sold his debt contract to Anja Nilsen instead of one of her brothers–

But then he remembered that Anja Nilsen had been the one to order that pinky chopped off. The Nilsens wouldn’t settle for anything less than a full body mod contract, and by the end of it Alex would be unrecognizable. Tracht hadn’t actually removed Alex’s new tooth. Tracht was still better.

His thoughts flitted to Nick. Nick had been the one who thought the best way to make money on Cadmus was to gamble their way to the top. It had kind of worked on the previous station they’d been on, right up until they’d had to skip town. They had been on their way to do that here too, just slip off of Cadmus unnoticed, except Peter Nilsen happened to see them buying their fare and taken them both back to the seedy den he and his siblings used for their headquarters.

That was when he’d ripped out Alex’s tooth. Nick begged, saying he would find a way to get the money to them.

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