Page 18 of Under Control

Alex did his best to nod, his vision starting to blur around the edges. A part of his mind told him that he could break out of this, he just needed to put more force into it, but he recoiled from that thought. He couldn’t hurt Tracht.

Tracht finally let go, and Alex gasped loudly, wetly. He stared at Tracht, pleading with his eyes, but Tracht remained impassive. Finally he hopped off the table and got onto his knees, pressing his disgusting, tear- and spit-stained face against Tracht’s thigh.

“You’re always sorry after the fact,” Tracht said. “I know you aren’t a complete idiot, so think ahead. Think of the consequences.”

Alex nodded vigorously and looked up at Tracht, keeping his face steady as Tracht reached down to wipe away Alex’s tears.

“Fine. Now get back in position.”

Singh cleared her throat. “Actually, might as well move on to the next part of the exam now. Bend over the exam table and spread your legs.”

There was a wary note in her voice, one which Alex liked. He’d bend over for Tracht, but Singh should count herself lucky he hadn’t gone at her with full force. The kick had been nothing.

Alex bent over the exam table, settling his forehead on his arms. The position meant his mouth was angled down, and more drool slipped out, puddling on the plastic of the exam table. Not his problem.

He heard Singh take a loud breath, and then she stepped closer again, placing her gloved hands on his ass cheeks and pulling them apart. “This is why I suggested castration,” she said. “He seems to have an excess of testosterone anyway.”

Fuck her fuck her fuck her. Alex kept his body completely still and vowed not to react anymore.

“I’m so sorry about that, doctor,” Tracht murmured, placing his own hand on Alex’s ass. “He’s barely more than a beast. But I can’t castrate him yet; I have plans to stud him out in the future.”

She went back to fondling his balls for a bit, rolling them around and getting him hard enough that he thought he had to be leaking. “Mm. Well, make sure he knows which hole to stick it in. Some of these animals get confused.”

She abruptly let go of his balls and slapped his ass. “Let’s give him an enema, and then we’ll open him up with the speculum so I can take a good look inside.” She walked over to the cabinets to prepare the enema.

Alex trembled. He hated all those things. And now he’d killed whatever good will he had with Tracht, so he doubted Tracht would go easy on him. Just in case, he turned his head to look in Tracht’s direction, but all he got was a stern look in return. Tears began to blur Alex’s vision.

With a lot more force than necessary, Singh shoved the cold, unlubed nozzle into Alex’s ass. He grunted against the sudden intrusion and the burn against his hole. He didn’t get any chance to adjust before Singh turned on the flow of ice-cold liquid, far too much and too fast. Alex’s stomach started cramping almost immediately.

He squirmed against the sensations, every nerve in his body focusing on his ass now, his hands clenching and unclenching. He cast another glance at Tracht, desperately wanting Tracht to touch him. Rub his belly, pet his ass, he didn’t care. Anything.

The only thing that happened was that Tracht put his hands into his pockets and stepped away. Alex sobbed loudly and dropped his forehead onto his arms again.

There was nothing but the pain now. How much liquid were they putting in him? And it was so cold, to the point where he wondered if it was bad for him. He shifted from leg to leg, trying to find relief.

Singh finally stopped the flow of the liquid, but by that point Alex’s stomach felt distended. He probably looked pregnant, like a fucking chick. The subsequent cramping erased those thoughts though, and he was left clenching hard, trying to make sure nothing spilled out.

“Do you think he can hold it?” Singh asked Tracht. “If he can’t, it might indicate issues with his sphincter. Those can be so dangerous; next thing you know, your beast has a prolapsed anus.”

She was such a fucking bitch. Alex whined and breathed through the pain, determined not to expel anything in front of them.

“He’d better hold it,” Tracht said mildly. “I can’t stand dirty animals. Might have to lock him out of my room if he can’t be trusted.”

Alex sobbed loudly. If he could only talk—if he could beg, he was sure Tracht would be nicer to him. He made noises anyway, some that were meant to be words and others that were just howls of pain as the cramps got even worse.

He didn’t actually think he could keep the liquid in much longer. He looked over his shoulder again at Tracht and whined again.

“I think that’s long enough,” Tracht said. “I don’t feel like cleaning him up.”

“Very well.” Singh didn’t pull out the vacuum suction device though. Instead, she pulled out a bucket from under the exam table. “Have him squat over this.”

What? No. No, that’d be gross. And it was so low to the ground. Alex’s vision was already swimming with the effort it took to hold the enema, he didn’t think he could move at all without spilling.

Tracht noticed his hesitation though, and he grabbed Alex by the shoulder to force him into place. Alex did his best, he really did, but some of it started to drip out before he squatted over the bucket, trailing down the sides of his thighs. And then it all came out at once, both Tracht and Singh watching him, staring down at him.

Alex cried. He couldn’t help it. The tears just started flowing freely, and his mouth, still locked open, made the most pathetic sounds. He felt like he wasn’t breathing right, hiccups and sobs, not enough air to do anything but cry like a pathetic little kid.

“He made a mess of himself. Are you sure he’s 27?” Singh said to Tracht.

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