Page 17 of Under Control

The very thought of the rest of the crew seeing him like this got Alex to still, but he glared at Tracht. This wasn’t fair.

Singh clipped the metal to the ring gag, and once it was in place, Alex’s tongue was stuck under. He couldn’t close his mouth, he couldn’t move his tongue. He made another pathetic noise, and drool slipped out of the corner of his mouth.

“Very nice,” Tracht murmured. “Good idea too. Can’t have him making too much noise and bothering the other patients.

What other patients? The medbay was fucking empty! And the room was sound-proofed anyway! Whatever game Singh and Tracht were playing, Alex hated it.

Singh held up the little light again, this time approaching Alex’s ears. She stuck it right in Alex’s ear, and she was so close now, her breath brushing against his skin. She hmmed and did the same thing to his other ear. “There’s some wax buildup here. Do you want to clean it out?”

“No, no. I bought eardrops for him already, I figured I’d simply use those.”

“All right. But if it doesn’t get better, just let me know.”

This was so weird. Alex continued to drool, and another unwanted sound escaped his throat.

Singh went on to examine his eyes. She actually pried his eyes open and stared deeply, making Alex so uncomfortable that he tried to back away. He ended up pressing against Tracht.

“Poor boy is scared. I suppose that’s to be expected,” Singh said. “He has no clue what’s going on.”

Screw her. Alex sat up straighter and growled, the sound coming out loud and inhuman thanks to the ring gag.

“I think you got him mad,” Tracht laughed, and he loosened his hold on Alex’s hair to ruffle it instead.

“All right. I’m going on to his vitals.” Singh put the stethoscope into her ears and held up the round bit. She casually lifted the robe away, exposing Alex’s lower half, and settled the stethoscope on his chest. Bitch hadn’t even warmed it up; Alex flinched at the sudden cold of the metal.

“Good, strong heartbeat. I suppose that’s to be expected of a male in his prime,” Singh said. She settled her other hand on Alex’s back. When she was satisfied with that, she pulled away and entered something into her tablet. As if this were a legit exam.

“Now… Let’s lift up the robe a bit so I can check his nipples.”

Okay, that was bullshit. Alex made a sound of protest, but Tracht pulled the robe up past Alex’s nipples and held it in place. Singh snapped gloves on and stepped in close, rubbing her thumbs over his nipples until they were hard and the skin around them pebbled. Stupidly, his cock started to rise too.

Alex unconsciously tried to evade her touch, but Tracht was right there, keeping him in place.

“Nicely sensitive,” Singh murmured. “Have you ever considered piercing him here?”

“Oh, it was on my mind,” Tracht said, “but I was afraid if I got started, I’d never stop and he’d end up looking like a pincushion.”

That made Singh laugh for some reason. “Yes, you wouldn’t want too many piercings on one person.”

That was rich, coming from her. Alex had seen Nadia naked, and she had way more than just tongue and nipple piercings.

Singh finally stopped playing with his nipples, although that didn’t mean she stopped touching him. She ran her hands all over his body, prodding all the soft spots. “Is he getting pudgy?” she asked, settling on his stomach and pushing in.

“I’m worried about that,” Tracht said. “He keeps sneaking food when I’m not looking. And you know how hard it is for males like him to lose weight.”

Somehow the words made everything worse, even though Alex knew they were both full of shit. Alex wasn’t getting fat; he’d never been in better shape in his life. Back when he’d been with Nick, he’d worked out, but not as much as he did now. And he ate better now. Even if it was more in volume, didn’t mean it was going to make him fat.

“Well, I can help you with a diet plan,” Singh said. She trailed her hands lower, pushing at the insides of his thighs and forcing him to spread them wide. She took hold of his half-hard cock and gave it a few strokes, then held it up and used her other hand to fondle his balls.

Alex’s entire chest was flushed red, and he could feel the tears threatening at the corners of his eyes. His face was already a mess anyway, with drool constantly slipping out of the corners of his mouth.

“I’m surprised you didn’t get him castrated. It would probably curb some of his violent tendencies,” Singh said casually.

What? Fuck no. Fuck no. Alex didn’t care anymore; he lifted his foot and pushed Singh away from him. She shrieked and stumbled backward, knocking into the chair.

“Alex!” Tracht shouted, and he immediately wrapped his hand around Alex’s throat and squeezed hard. Not playfully; there was genuine anger in Tracht’s face now, and Alex grasped at Tracht’s hand, whining loudly. His pathetic attempts to say “sorry” came out unintelligible, more like some dumb animal’s bleats than human speech.

“I put up with a lot from you, but violence is unacceptable,” Tracht said, squeezing even tighter. “You will sit quietly and let Dr. Singh examine you, or not only will I parade you around the ship looking exactly as you do right now, I will also take great pleasure in paddling your balls. And when you’re burning with pain, crying, and begging me to stop, I’m going to put you in a humbler and lock you in the cage for a week straight, with only water to sustain you, while I share the footage of that with the entire crew. Is that clear?”

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