Page 91 of Under His Heel

He really, really should have known better.

“Why are we here?” Alex asked when they stopped in front of the med bay. Tracht pushed him inside.

“You’re getting hairy again. And there’s some unfinished business.”

The private room had been renovated with new padding on the walls to insulate sound better. The chair was the same as ever, and Alex started balking at having to lie down and spread his legs wide for Singh.

“Can’t I just shave? Or we could wax—” Alex suggested when he saw the epilator sitting on the table.

Singh laughed. “It’s cute when he thinks he has a choice.”

Thanks to Nadia’s mails, Alex had kind of forgotten that Singh was so creepy. Nadia made Singh sound borderline nice sometimes. But yeah, Singh knew exactly what Tracht was into and was willing to play along, so she was just as terrible. Maybe even worse.

They got him on the table and strapped down, his legs spread wide in the stirrups. He’d done this often enough now that it shouldn’t have affected him as much, but something about Singh being there too, staring and touching and making her damn commentary, was setting Alex off all over again. He whined when they removed the cock cage, which had provided a semblance of protection.

The first passes of the epilator on his legs were bearable. Not fun, but bearable. He winced with every hair they pulled from his chest and stomach, and by the time they approached his armpits he was shaking and sobbing.

“Tracht. Please. I can’t—”

Tracht kissed him and then raked his nails down Alex’s newly bare chest. His skin was still sensitive, and all the nerves lit up. Alex felt his dick twitch.

“You absolutely can. Now lift those arms up.”

With tears blurring his vision, Alex lifted his arms. Different from last time, Tracht strapped them down, so even if Alex wanted to he couldn’t protect himself. He closed his eyes and tried to focus just on Tracht’s fingers trailing behind the epilator, sometimes digging in hard to make the pain worse, other times gently soothing. His dick got really confused about it all.

Of course, once they used the epilator on his balls, Alex’s dick shrank right back into itself.

He thought that was it. He thought Tracht fondling his bare skin was the end of it, and maybe they’d go back to Tracht’s cabin and Tracht would fuck Alex while he was still feeling raw and vulnerable.

Singh put the epilator away and picked up a syringe.

“Whassat?” Alex slurred.

“Hmm? Oh. That’s your punishment for how you spoke to Ms. Espinosa.”

Oh. Ohhh, no. Alex shook his head and wished he weren’t strapped in so tightly.

Tracht started squeezing Alex’s balls. “I do believe I’ve spoken to you about cussing. And about how you treat women.”

There was a reason though. Espinosa was rude to Alex first. “She said—”

“I know what Ms. Espinosa said, Alex.” Tracht emphasized this by putting so much pressure on Alex’s balls that he cried out in pain. His vision went white for a moment, and when he was aware of his surroundings again he noticed he was babbling apologies.

“If you can’t handle a few snide comments, there is absolutely no way I can take you out in public. So, Alex, you absolutely will learn how to control yourself, is that clear?”

Alex nodded quickly. “Yeah. Sorry. Sorry. Please, jus—”

“In any case. Since you are so fond of ‘tits,’ Dr. Singh and I have devised a way of getting you better acquainted with them. We just entered dead space too, so you can enjoy this for at least a month.”

Alex didn’t quite get it, not until Singh swabbed the skin on his chest clean and pushed the syringe into the side of his pec. It stung, but a lot less than the epilator. When she pulled the syringe out, Singh cupped Alex’s pec and pushed it up a bit. “Soon this will be nice and soft,” she said.

Oh. Oh god. They were going to actually give him breasts. Alex vaguely remembered Tracht threatening him with that once.

“I dun want tits,” Alex whined. “You don’t like chicks anyway.”

“I assure you, Alex, you will not at any point be mistaken for a woman.” Tracht stroked Alex’s cock, and damn but it felt good. Alex made an embarrassing sound that was a cross between a moan and a sob.

Singh repeated the procedure on the other pec. She wiped a few spots of blood away and put little bandages over the spots she had injected.

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