Page 24 of Under His Heel: A Kidnapping

“What? No, that’s gonna—”

“Going to hurt? Yes, I imagine so.” Tracht made sure there was no amusement in his expression anymore. “Do it.”

He saw Alex warring with it, his expressions flying across his face and making every thought known. For a few seconds Tracht thought Alex might actually refuse—Tracht was almost looking forward to it—but Alex decided to be wiser.

He started moving his cast against his dick. Alex hissed and stopped, a complaint on his tongue, but Tracht kept his expression stern. Alex cringed and started up again.

The cast itself was thin. Very sturdy, but the outer layer of it was rough and scratchy. It would feel like sandpaper against the sensitive skin of his penis. His cock softened. Alex grunted and strained.

Tracht’s own arousal only ramped up higher. He took a moment to press down on his cock through his trousers, and it was tempting to pull it out and shove it down Alex’s throat.

Patience, patience.

“Ff— Ugh. Hurts. Please, I can’t—” Alex gasped. Sweat dripped down his eyes, his whole body flushed and red.

Tracht remembered telling Alex that he didn’t like partners who gave in easily, who whimpered and begged him to hurt them. Tracht had been sure that once Alex got to the point where he obeyed commands, the novelty would wear off.

The thing was, even when Alex obeyed, it was never easily. He always obeyed with a layer of defiance, of resentment. Tracht drank it all up and marveled that he’d tamed this beast of a man.

He made Alex continue to jerk himself for another few moments, until Alex’s movements got slower and slower and his hips jerked unconsciously.

“Good boy,” Tracht murmured. He pulled Alex’s hand away, and he heard Alex sigh loudly in relief. His body seemed to sink further into mattress.

“Ss good now?” Alex slurred.

“What? That’s just the beginning.” Tracht lay down next to Alex and took hold of his sensitized member. Alex gave a pained hiss and flinched, but he didn’t move beyond that.

“I was thinking that there would have been one very simple way to prevent all of this,” Tracht said. He played with Alex’s foreskin, pulling at it and enjoying the way Alex squeezed his eyes shut against the pain.

“What was your mistake, Alex?”

“Shoulda minded my own business,” Alex said. “Got it. No more rescuing kids.”

“Oh, that’s definitely part of it. But before that.”

“Huh?”

“You couldn’t hold your bladder. You wanted to get out of listening to the presentation, and you decided to use the facilities instead of waiting for another twenty minutes.”

Alex’s eyes opened and he stared incredulously at Tracht. “What? No! I really had to piss.”

“I’ve decided to revoke your toilet privileges for the rest of the week. Dr. Singh has supplied me with a catheter, which we’ll be using to empty your bladder.”

“You can’t!” Alex shouted, and he started straining against his bonds. His free hand pushed at Tracht, but he wasn’t putting any force into it.

Tracht stood up and slapped Alex’s face lightly. “I absolutely can and I will. We’ll start right now.”

He got the supplies from where he’d placed them under the bed. He had to take a moment to breathe himself back to calmness, because Alex’s struggling and shouting was far more distracting than it had any right to be.

“Please, Tracht. Please. Anything else. Just—you could whip me? Spank me? What about the ginger? Or, uh—a skirt. I could wear a skirt this week. Just not—”

Alex had to know that his begging was doing nothing to dissuade Tracht. Or maybe not. Tracht set the tools on the bed and took a moment to kiss Alex deeply, overcome with emotion. He used to kiss Alex because he knew it disturbed him; now he did it because he liked showing his dominance and his affection in one gesture. It didn’t matter that Alex enjoyed the kisses.

When he pulled away, Alex whimpered and whined, “Please, please don’t.”

“Alex, you know you have absolutely no choice in this. It’s a punishment for a reason.” Tracht kept his voice firm.

Alex closed his eyes and turned his head away.

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