Page 84 of Under His Heel

He kind of liked it when Tracht started squirming and making little noises. Alex took a chance and licked all the way down to Tracht’s balls and back up again.

“Mmm. That’s good.” Tracht spread his legs a little wider and canted them up a bit. Alex reached down to cup his own cock... and then groaned when he felt the metal of the cage.

“Can I jerk off? Please?”

“If you do a good job, I’ll think about it. Now get your tongue in there.”

Alex repressed a shudder and reminded himself it wasn’t any worse than sucking on Tracht’s cock or fingers after they’d been in Alex’s ass. And he liked how Tracht was squirming. It made Tracht seem more human. Yeah, obviously Alex had seen him come, but Tracht was always in control. Alex had no input at all usually.

So, tongue. Alex dripped some saliva on Tracht’s hole, took a deep breath, and then got in there.

It wasn’t as gross as he expected, and wow, he could feel every single little twitch. Tracht moaned and shuddered, especially when Alex using his piercing to press down on sensitive skin. A few times Tracht pressed back, demanding more pressure, though Alex couldn’t figure out if those movements were on purpose or involuntary.

“God, it’s been a while,” Tracht huffed. “One finger, Alex. Just one. And do not get it anywhere near my prostate.”

For real? Alex wasn’t going to ask for an explanation. He pulled away just long enough to coat a finger in spit and then he was back in there, gently worming his finger inside and using it to stretch Tracht’s hole. He made sure not to stick it in too far, but he did get his tongue in a bit farther, and Tracht clearly loved that.

Okay. He could sort of see the appeal of doing this.

“Your other hand. Wrap it around my cock.” Tracht lifted up a bit to give Alex access, and once Alex’s hand was there, he began thrusting in small motions. Alex tried to keep up, working to keep licking and sucking and giving Tracht the best rim job ever.

He felt triumphant when Tracht came with Alex’s tongue and finger buried in his ass. He spilled all over Alex hand, and then collapsed on top of it. Alex grunted and had to close his fist and drag it away to keep from dripping the come all over the bed.

Tracht rolled onto his back and smiled down at Alex. “Mm. Well done.”

Alex felt his face heating up. He quickly licked his hand clean and crawled to lie next to Tracht. “Huh. That wasn’t so bad. Can I jerk off now?”

He thought he was going to get lucky, because Tracht started reaching down towards Alex’s cock. Then he stopped. For a split second, it looked like Tracht was annoyed with him.

The expression smoothed over and Tracht yawned widely. “No, I’m too tired for that.” He sat up against the headboard. “Go clean up, and when you’re done I’ll put you in the cage. I think I’ve left your ass a bit empty for too long too, I’ll find a nice plug for you.”

What the hell? It felt like a punishment, and Alex couldn’t figure out what he’d done. “I’m sorry? I don’t need to come. I’ll be good, just let me stay!”

“No. Go.”

Alex stomped over to the bathroom and stepped into the scrubber, fuming and hurt and still desperately horny. He’d done what Tracht wanted! Why the hell was he being even more of a dick to Alex.

He didn’t even pretend to be indifferent about the cage, glowering with anger the entire time while Tracht pushed the plug into him and blindfolded him.

If Alex at least knew why he’d been denied sleeping with Tracht, he wouldn’t be so pissed.

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Alex fumed to himself. The only satisfaction he got was that he could hear Tracht tossing and turning, apparently unable to sleep. Served him right.

But when Tracht quieted down, Alex couldn’t maintain his anger. He should have been fine with the situation. Yeah, the plug was irritating him, and fine, the cage was a lot less comfortable than the bed, but as long as Tracht let him out to eat and drink in the morning—

If Parsons saw Alex now, he’d have a fit. Maybe he’d yell at Tracht. Hah. That’d be kind of hilarious. Alex tried to imagine it, only he couldn’t decide if he wanted Tracht or Parsons to win. Parsons was a stuck up prick, but Tracht was an asshole.

Suddenly he heard the bed creak and Tracht approaching the cage. Had it been that long? Alex wasn’t even really tired yet. The cage door swung open, and he felt Tracht’s foot tap his.

“Come out.”

He couldn’t tell if Tracht was pissed or what. He crawled out slowly—wincing when the plug shifted inside him and pressed against his prostate—and then waited on his knees. He wished he could see Tracht’s face.

He flinched when Tracht grabbed his hair, expecting a harsh tug, but Tracht just held him.

Then he heard a long sigh.

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