Page 25 of Under His Heel: A Kidnapping

Alex's breakfast had included a large glass of juice, and Tracht patted Alex’s stomach. He pressed down over his bladder, making Alex whimper.

“It’s catheters or wetting yourself. If you wet yourself, you’ll get another layer of punishment on top of that.”

Alex grunted but kept his mouth shut.

After snapping on a pair of thin surgical gloves, Tracht used the disinfectant wipes that Singh had provided to clean Alex’s cock. With the prepared syringe, he inserted the medical lube into the tip of Alex’s penis, making sure to drip it all in. As much as he reveled in Alex’s pain, he didn’t want to add infection or inflammation on top of everything else—the lube was specially designed to fend off infection.

Finally, he opened the packet containing the catheter. It was an old-fashioned one that was popular in the kink community, which included a long, hollow plastic tube and an inflatable balloon to keep it in place once inserted.

Actually inserting the catheter was a little bit finicky, not helped along by the jittering of Alex’s leg.

“Hold still, Alex, unless you want to add a broken leg to that broken hand.” It was an empty threat, but Alex did settle down.

Tracht held Alex’s cock and slowly fed more and more of the catheter into Alex’s slit, adding lube along the way. Alex grunted and scrunched up his face in pain. “Please, Tracht. Please, I’ll hold it as long as you want me to. Please. I don’t want—”

A rush of arousal washed over Tracht, forcing him to stop for a second while he steadied himself. His own cock throbbed insistently. He could easily stop here and just fuck Alex. That was always an option.

But it wouldn’t do to let Alex think he was in control in any way. The past week of coddling him hadn’t been unpleasant, but enough was enough. Tracht knew the long-term satisfaction would be worth the wait, in any case.

The tube finally wouldn’t go any further. Tracht attached one of the drainage bags to the end of the catheter and unclamped it. Alex cried out and struggled, even going so far as to reach down with his cast-covered arm. Tracht grabbed it and held on while the piss started to drain out of Alex’s body.

“Fffff—Tracht. Tracht. This feels really weird. Please. Please take it out.” Alex’s voice had taken on a high-pitched quality, panicked enough that Tracht wondered if there was a real issue here. He looked up and saw Alex’s face flushed and his chest covered in sweat.

Tracht let go of everything and gently held the sides of Alex’s face. He kissed Alex’s forehead, the corners of his eyes, his mouth. When he pulled away, Alex was crying freely.

“I hate this,” Alex said.

“I love how you look right now,” Tracht answered. He stripped off the gloves and ran his hands over Alex’s body, lingering over his bladder. He stroked circles around Alex’s abdomen and found his own breath coming harder with each whimper Alex released. “You’re completely helpless. Maybe I should blindfold you, muffle your ears, and gag you too. Plug up your ass as well. Then you’d have nothing but the sensation of your piss flowing from you without your control. No getting into trouble just because you couldn’t sit still. No pretending to be altruistic and trying to save somebody else.”

Tracht couldn’t remember if he’d ever bound somebody so completely before. Not with any of his exes. Not with the former bondservants either, because they’d all been fairly boring. He'd seen no point in punishing them to such extremes, when they rarely did anything to merit it.

The trickle of urine into the drainage bag stopped, signaling that Alex’s bladder was empty. “You’re done,” Tracht said. He clamped the catheter shut, then sealed and detached the drainage bag. He placed it on Alex’s stomach.

Alex shook his head and strained against his restraints. “Why do I still feel like I’m pissing? Take it out. Please, take it out.”

“No.” Tracht went through the steps to fill the inflatable balloon, locking the catheter in place. Alex whimpered and shook.

With all that taken care of, Tracht finally allowed himself to unzip his trouser and pull his cock out. That was a relief. He climbed on top of Alex, straddling his shoulders, and dragged his dick across Alex’s face.

“You’re so hot right now,” Tracht said, knowing he shouldn’t be complimenting Alex so much but not caring. It was true, anyway. Tracht couldn’t remember ever being this attracted to anybody. Something about his broken features heightened the effect of the tears. Here was a man who should have been completely hardened, and he was crying because of Tracht.

Precome smeared across Alex’s cheek, mingling with his tears, and if it hadn’t been physically impossible Tracht would have leaned down to kiss him. Instead, Tracht pulled tightly on Alex’s hair, and another wave of arousal washed over him as Alex’s expression contorted into pain.

He played around a bit more, letting his cock touch every inch of Alex’s face, until it was too much. “Open your mouth,” Tracht ordered, pulling on Alex’s hair again. Alex complied quickly, and Tracht slid his cock into the Alex’s warm mouth.

Alex immediately started licking and sucking, even without instruction. It should have annoyed Tracht, but he could only remember how reluctant to do this Alex had once been, and that it was all because of Tracht that he was now sucking cock with faked enthusiasm. Tracht was sure that given a choice, Alex would never take another dick into his mouth again, but that made it even better.

Tracht tightened his grip and slid in further, holding the position just long enough to feel the first convulsions of Alex’s throat around the tip of his penis.

He had one week of Alex not being able to piss without Tracht’s permission. He could already imagine Alex’s pleas and cries, his tantrums and the necessary punishments on top of the already harrowing week. Yes.

All coherent thought fled as Tracht sped up his pace, and then he was coming down Alex’s throat, pulse after pulse of pleasure sparking up his back. Come dribbled out the sides of Alex’s mouth.

Tracht wanted to slide off, but he held his position while his cock softened, until the warmth and gentle sucking of Alex’s mouth got to be too much to bear. He settled himself next to Alex on the bed, and took the time to kiss Alex thoroughly. He’d never particularly enjoyed the taste of come, but there was an appeal to having that taste on Alex’s tongue, to knowing that Alex belonged to him so thoroughly.

Alex was still crying when he pulled away. “It still feels like I’m pissing,” Alex whined. “Please, Tracht. Please take it out.”

If Tracht weren’t though thoroughly exhausted—or if he were still in his teens—he probably would have started getting hard again from that alone. What a shame that Alex’s distress couldn’t be put to good use.

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