Page 16 of Under Control

Singh entered the room a little while later, attention on her tablet. “Male, 27, 181 cm, 89 kg. Hmm.” She looked over at Tracht. “How long have you had him?”

What the hell? She knew how long Alex had been with Tracht. “Three years,” Alex answered.

“Two years, ten months,” Tracht answered. “I know, I know, I should have brought him in earlier.”

“What are you two talking about?” Alex asked. “I was here last trip.”

“Especially with the males, it’s important to check them consistently,” Singh said, still talking only to Tracht. She wasn’t even looking at Alex. “They aren’t always good at telling you when something is wrong.”

Tracht laughed and shook his head. “No, my boy here isn’t the kind to stay silent in the face of problems.”

Boy? Alex’s entire face heated up. He wasn’t a boy. He wasn’t one of those submissive little twinks from Tracht’s porn vids. Okay, sometimes the “boys” were huge guys, but they always begged and pleaded with the Dom to hurt them. Alex wasn’t anything like them.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Singh said. “Let’s get him on the exam table so I can do the preliminary tests first.”

Tracht stood up and grabbed Alex’s shoulder, pushing him at the exam table. “Up, boy. Sit on the exam table for the good doctor.”

Alex glared, which only made Tracht grin wider, but he hopped on the exam table. At least his ass wasn’t exposed to the world anymore, although the robe slid up and the tip of his cock stuck out from underneath. He pressed his thighs together to make it less obvious.

Singh approached him with one of those mouth-sticks in her hand. “Say ahh, boy.”

Absolutely not. Alex kept his mouth firmly shut. Singh tapped on his jaw, like that would get him to open his mouth. Finally, Singh looked over at Tracht. “Could you open the rightmost drawer over there and grab what’s inside?”

“Of course.” Tracht obliged, though whatever he grabbed wasn’t visible to Alex. Tracht must have liked it, because he laughed. “Very nice.”

Singh waited for Tracht to come back before she began prodding at Alex’s mouth with the stick again. Alex kept his jaw locked.

“You’ve got a stubborn one here,” Singh said. “That’s all right. I deal with a lot of his kind.”

This time she dug her thumb and forefinger into his cheeks, pressing in so hard that it began to hurt. Alex held out for as long as he could, but she knew exactly where to press, and his jaw slipped open.

The moment there was even a little bit of space, Tracht was there, shoving a ring gag into his mouth. Once that was in and fastened around his head, Alex couldn’t close his mouth at all anymore, but at least it didn’t have the sharp metal attachments that a spider gag did.

“Uck you,” Alex said, twisting his head to get their hands off him.

Singh tsked loudly. “He isn’t very well-trained.”

“Like you said, he isn’t all that intelligent. Hard to train.” Tracht grabbed Alex’s hair and pulled, forcing Alex to hold still. “Do continue with your examination.”

Alex couldn’t do anything as Singh stuck the wooden stick into his mouth and ran it all around the insides, even tapping it against his tongue piercing. She pushed it in a lot further than necessary too, almost all the way to the back of his throat, making Alex choke. His gag reflex threatened, despite how often he’d been face-fucked by Tracht.

“Nice. You’ve got his throat well-trained, at least. That’s something. There are some who never lose that reflex.”

No, that wasn’t true at all! Alex wished she’d poked around more, just so he could vomit all over her. It would serve her right.

She rubbed the stick across his tongue, pushing it down. Her other hand held up a little flashlight, and she made a big show of peering at all of his teeth and running the stick over his gums. “Healthy teeth. Have you had any cause for concern in that department?”

Then she put the stick against that tooth. The tooth he’d had removed twice now, and fuck, Alex started sweating and trembling. He leaned away from her, pushing into Tracht’s hand. He reached out to touch Tracht’s side and sent Tracht a pleading look.

“He gets into fights sometimes. Lost one of the teeth twice, can you believe that? But I make sure he brushes and flosses diligently.”

Alex whined, sounding beyond pathetic. Like a dumb animal.

“Well, except for that, everything looks good.” Singh pulled the stick out. “Do you have the tongue depressor?”

The what now? Alex watched as Tracht handed Singh a flat piece of rounded metal, with a curve around one side. Singh brought it up to Alex’s mouth, and he started struggling again, only Tracht’s hand was still tight in his hair.

“Behave, boy, or I’ll make you wear the gag all the way back to my quarters. Who knows, I might decide to stop by the lounge to pick up a few drinks first.”

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