Page 23 of Under His Heel: A Kidnapping

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“I mean, has it really been a full week?” Alex whined.

Tracht looked at him without saying anything, and after a few beats Alex made a frustrated noise and raised his arms above his head.

Good. Tracht cuffed Alex’s good wrist to the headboard, then chained his ankles to the corners at the foot of the bed. He took a moment to make sure everything was secured properly and wouldn’t do more than discomfort Alex.

What a sight. Tracht drank in Alex’s muscled form, his thick cock resting against his thigh, his eyes silently begging Tracht to have mercy. Tracht himself was fully dressed in his uniform, save the boots.

“I’ve had a long time to consider exactly what to do with you,” Tracht said, and he saw that flash of fear on Alex’s face. Yes. The only person Alex needed to be afraid of was him. “But I can’t exactly risk damaging you more than you’ve already been damaged.”

Alex sighed in relief, which amused Tracht. Alex always lived in the moment, forgetting that there were things he hated worse than pain, right up until he was thoroughly humiliated and begging Tracht to please just hurt him already.

“First things first. Open up.”

“Huh?”

Tracht tapped on Alex’s jaw. He really needed a shave, but that was another thing Tracht had allowed Alex to lapse on during the reprieve week.

“Your mouth. Open.”

As expected, Alex locked his jaw and his eyes widened. It had been a while since Alex had balked at this violation. On the one hand, Tracht got to revel in this energy, knowing he was going to force Alex, loving the whimpers and shivers as Alex tried to suppress his fear.

On the other hand, Tracht was absolutely furious that his hard work at training Alex to accept his fingers had come undone.

“Alex. I hope this past week didn’t give you some sort of false impression that I was nice. Because if you don’t open your mouth right now, you might find yourself eating nothing but oatmeal mush from the floor for the next month.”

That did it. Oh, how the resentment burned in his eyes, but Alex opened his mouth and held it open.

Tracht waited a few moments, just to draw it out. He watched Alex squirm, heard him breathing heavily, and only when Alex’s body began to relax did Tracht reach out and stick two fingers in.

Alex shook his head and dislodged Tracht’s fingers. That hadn’t been a conscious move, Tracht could tell, because Alex froze and said, “sorry, sorry, sorry,” and quickly opened his mouth again.

Unfortunate, but Tracht would let it slide.

This time, Tracht placed his second hand on Alex’s forehead to keep him in place. He tapped lightly on Alex’s lips, rubbing the inside of them. Alex’s skin began to heat, and his face took on a lovely red flush. It was taking him a lot of effort not to move.

Tracht moved his fingers in further, running them along Alex’s gums and teeth. He lingered on the artificial tooth. Alex shuddered and whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut.

Would anybody else react as beautifully as Alex? Tracht kissed Alex’s eyelids, then resumed his exploration of Alex’s mouth. He pressed down on Alex’s tongue and rubbed the palate. Alex’s chained arm tensed.

“Mm. Lovely,” Tracht whispered into Alex’s ear. He ran his tongue along the shell of his ear, which made Alex shudder in other ways.

Then he withdrew his fingers, and he felt Alex relax immediately.

“Was that so bad?” Tracht asked as he wiped his fingers on Alex’s chest.

He waited while Alex recovered enough to answer. “No. I—f—why was it worse? It’s just your fingers.”

If he’d gone on a bit longer, he could probably have gotten Alex to cry. Tracht leaned down and kissed Alex soundly, letting his tongue retrace his fingers’ path. Alex’s cast-covered hand came up to grab his shoulder, and Alex whimpered in frustration when he couldn’t grip anything. Tracht smiled and broke the kiss.

“See. If you’d simply minded your own business, you’d have full use of your hand now.”

Alex turned his head away.

Tracht took hold of the cast and directed it to lie on Alex’s cock. It was half-hard, either from the fear or the kiss. Didn’t matter. He forced Alex’s fingers to curl lightly around his cock.

“But don’t let that stop you. Go on, I’d like to see you masturbate.”

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