Page 5 of Under Control

While Alex reluctantly did as he was told, Tracht pulled his tablet out of his pocket and turned on the camera function. He snapped a picture of Alex’s face, and he had to curtail his own desire to moan when he saw the despair reflected back at him in Alex’s expression.

“Don’t mind the camera, Alex. I’m just taking photos for posterity’s sake. After all, should you decide to abandon your duties again, I’ll need something to keep me entertained, right?” He kept the tablet in one hand and used the other to trail down Alex’s back.

Alex was still holding his ass cheeks wide apart, inviting Tracht to rub against it with his gloved fingers. He didn’t penetrate Alex yet, simply rubbed around his hole and pressed against it. He could see the way Alex’s legs trembled, the way Alex’s hands were having a hard time keeping steady.

Tracht let go and took a photo of Alex’s hole. “It looks very red to me, Alex. Were you playing with the other crew? Did you let them fuck you, when you should have been attending to me?”

“Ohh!” Alex shouted. Probably an attempt at a “no.” Tracht spanked Alex’s hole and watched it twitch.

“And you expect me to simply believe you? After how you acted? No. You’re going to need a very, very thorough inspection. I’m going to take a lot of pictures, Alex. And since you seem to enjoy entertaining the crew so much, I might share these with them.”

More panicked noises from Alex, and these went straight to Tracht’s groin. He paused to rub his burgeoning erection. It would be so simple to fuck Alex now, but Tracht knew that the longer he strung it out, the better the resulting pleasure would be.

There was something quite satisfying about having Alex so completely at his mercy. Tracht shifted the tablet so he could take pictures one handed, then began pushing his index finger into Alex. “You’re taking me very easily. Like somebody who’s recently been fucked?”

More like somebody who was used to getting penetrated raw, but the words had the desired effect on Alex. He made little incoherent noises, and his body tensed. Tracht took another picture.

“What will I find in there, Alex? The semen of half the crew? It’s probably a good thing I keep you caged, or you’d have fucked all the women too.”

Alex’s hold on his ass cheeks slackened; he craned his neck backwards to look at Tracht. The first hints of panic were showing on his expression.

Tracht withdrew his finger and smeared it deliberately across Alex’s back. “Well, it’s clean. But perhaps you washed yourself in between sessions.”

More drool slipped out of Alex’s open mouth, and Tracht took a photo of that too. Soon he’d have a full collection.

Holding the tablet for the rest of the scene would be impractical though. He left Alex sitting by himself while he got the tablet stand and set it on the dresser. “I’m recording the entire session. I wouldn’t want to deny the crew those delicious sounds you make. Now, put your hands back on your ass and spread those cheeks, because I’m not done.”

The video would probably turn out terribly, but it would be nice leverage to have over Alex. Indeed, Alex was breathing in an uneven rhythm, and his face and neck were turning blotchy and red.

He waited until Alex had gotten properly into position again, then he thrust two fingers inside Alex and spread them as wide as he could, relishing the surprised shout. With his other hand, he rubbed around the rim and stroked the inside. Alex’s legs shivered, and when Tracht looked between Alex’s thighs he saw precome dripping out of the tip of Alex’s caged cock. He debated whether he wanted to milk Alex’s prostate, and decided against it.

Alex could tolerate a bit longer without relief.

“Maybe I need to start keeping you plugged all the time too, to make sure you don’t get any ideas. Would you like that, Alex? Having a plug rubbing against you while we’re out and about, your cock desperate to get hard. Maybe a small stain will develop on the front of your pants as your cock drips semen. And everybody will know exactly what’s happening.”

Now that he’d voiced the idea, Tracht considered the logistics of making it a reality. Unfortunately, Alex’s concentration would probably be shot too badly to do any proper work, and Tracht couldn’t risk stupid mistakes on board just because of his own desire to see Alex suffer.

He removed his fingers from Alex’s hole and started fondling Alex’s balls. “Everybody will know you’re meant for exactly one thing. Which is more than I can say for you, since you seem to constantly forget. Do I need to make it even more public? Should I parade you around the ship wearing nothing but your cock cage, Alex?”

He and Alex groaned at almost the exact same time. Tracht had to find a party for when they landed in Atalanta. It really had been too long since he’d had proper fun with public humiliation.

He continued with the degrading talk, watching how Alex’s body sank further and further down and his eyes began to tear up. And when he had Alex wanting, his cock desperate to escape its confines, Tracht began spanking Alex’s hole.

With his mouth locked open, Alex had no way to prevent any sounds from escaping. Even if the video ended up being terrible, the sounds alone would be worth listening to. Tracht had to stop to undo his fly and stroke his erection. He’d never been so overcome with lust when he’d tortured other partners. He could usually stay in control, but with Alex—

Well. It was Alex, and as he’d already established time and again, he was far too attached to him. Tracht dug his fingers into Alex’s skin, pinched his taint, pouring the depth of his emotions into every touch, every bit of pain he caused Alex.

He lost himself a bit, alternating the painful touches with pleasurable ones. Alex’s noises seemed to reverberate inside of Tracht’s bones, however sentimental that was.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you weren’t here?” Tracht accused him. The words didn’t matter as much as the tone, and to Tracht’s ears he sounded too lighthearted. Alex made those lovely pleading noises though, so Tracht’s sentimentality had gone unnoticed.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Alex had dozens of marks on his ass and thighs, his hole was looking puffy and abused, and his eyes were scrunched up, probably to hide his tears.

Good enough. Tracht spat on his hand and coated his cock with the saliva. Not really enough to count as lube, but it didn’t matter. Let Alex suffer. Let him feel Tracht for days on end, so he wouldn’t forget who he belonged to.

Tracht pulled Alex’s hips closer to the edge of the bed and then guided himself in. Alex keened hard, and it took him a moment to relax enough that Tracht could thrust forward easily. That was a change too. Back when he’d first gotten him, Alex had been unpracticed at being on the receiving end, and forcing it had been deliriously hot, with Alex almost too tight around him.

It was almost a shame that Alex knew how to give in to him now. But Tracht enjoyed the implications of that too, and he didn’t bother allowing Alex to get used to a rhythm. He was already on the edge, and it didn’t take much to send him over, spilling inside Alex. He raked his hands down Alex’s back as he came, only to realize that the latex gloves meant he wasn’t doing as much damage as he could have been.

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