Page 56 of Under Control

“I wanted to prep you,” Alex complained, and got another hard tug on the leash for it.

“And I want to see you inside me, your cock burning, tears streaming down your face, sweat pouring out of you. Guess who’s going to get what they want?”

“You,” Alex answered sullenly. He reached down and fingered Tracht though, sliding a finger inside before Tracht could say anything. Tracht’s smirk morphed into a brief look of pleasure, replaced quickly by the familiar look of annoyance. Alex braced himself and wasn’t surprised when Tracht kicked him. Didn’t hurt though, not in comparison to his dick, and anyway Tracht didn’t have great leverage from where he was sitting.

“I won’t forget that,” Tracht warned. “Now get your cock in before I change my mind.”

Alex nodded and lined himself up, using one hand to steady his cock while lifting one of Tracht’s legs with the other. The tug on the leash let him know to hurry up, so he slid inside, ready to be overwhelmed by pleasure.

Except the condom muted some of the sensations. Alex hadn’t used one in ages. Even before Tracht, there were only a few chicks who’d insisted on it. Alex always popped those sterilization pills before he and Nick went out, and the women they hooked up with were usually on some form of birth control anyway.

Worse than the condom though was the lube. Every drag of his cock against Tracht’s hole smeared the lube further into his skin, and the heat combined with the irritation from the friction meant that the entire experience was more painful than pleasurable. If not for the cock ring, Alex thought he would have lost his erection for sure.

He gasped harder and fell forward onto his elbows, bracketing Tracht’s body and pushing Tracht’s legs higher up. He heard Tracht grunt, and when he looked up he saw Tracht’s face screw up in pleasure. The hold on the leash loosened; Tracht’s legs tightened around Alex’s torso.

“Keep—keep moving,” Tracht ordered. “Go hard.”

Hard? Alex didn’t know if he could move at all. He grimaced as he sat up, and there was another harsh drag on his cock, more burning. His eyes blurred, and although his first instinct was to close his eyes and turn his face away, he knew better. He met Tracht’s eyes, and that slight approving smile almost made up for the fact that Alex was in so much pain.

Alex gripped Tracht’s legs and began to thrust. He went slowly at first, but that seemed to make the heat worse, and anyway Tracht started tugging on the leash more insistently, urging Alex to go faster. So he pounded faster, harder, and that was a bit better. Slight frissons of pleasure broke through the agony, intermittently, and Alex thought this wasn’t actually so bad. Occasionally the plug inside him brushed against his prostate, the pleasure from that actually superseding everything.

The moment Tracht squeezed, Alex changed his mind. Shit, shit shit, that was too much. He cried out and let go of Tracht’s thighs; when they slipped down, the movement had Tracht tightening around Alex again, and the loudest sob escaped Alex.

“I can’t,” Alex begged. “Please. I can’t—”

“You can,” Tracht said, his hand now on his own cock, jerking quickly. Alex saw precome dribble down, spilling on Tracht’s hand. With his other hand, he pulled on Alex’s leash. “Move, Alex.”

The dumb thing was, Alex wanted to. He wanted to fuck Tracht, and he wanted to make Tracht feel good, even while every nerve in his body was burning up and his cock was being destroyed from the inside out. With trembling thighs, he started thrusting forward, and oh god, too much, too much, but then Tracht let go of the leash and put his hand on Alex’s face.

Tracht rubbed Alex’s tears, and Alex didn’t bother to hold back his crying and sniffling. When the palm of Tracht’s hand passed close to his mouth, Alex couldn’t resist kissing it. He wanted to kiss for real, but he was in enough pain without pissing off Tracht even more.

Best thing to do was to get Tracht off as quickly as possible. So Alex did his best to move with Tracht’s orders, and when he thought he’d found his balance, he tangled his own fingers around Tracht’s cock. It felt cool in comparison to his own body.

After a short while, Tracht’s hand on his dick sped up, and Alex looked up at Tracht’s face. He watched Tracht’s face screw up in pleasure, although Tracht’s eyes flew open at the last moment, looking Alex straight in the eyes right as he came. His spunk spilled all over their hands, searing Alex further.

Why was this so hot? Alex was actually turned on now, whining when Tracht pushed him off. Without the pressure of Tracht’s ass around his cock, he suddenly could feel everything so much better—so much worse.

“Please. Please, take it off?” Alex begged, curling onto his side, his head resting against Tracht’s stomach.

Tracht breathed heavily for a few moments and ignored him, which worried Alex. If Tracht decided to kick Alex out of bed now, Alex would feel like shit. Worse than he currently did.

But Tracht pulled on Alex’s leash and said, “Come up here,” so Alex went, and he was gratified when Tracht kissed the tears trailing down his cheeks. That soon became a real kiss, tongues intertwining, while Tracht’s hand drifted down and pulled the cock ring and condom off Alex’s cock.

Of course he dropped the condom on Alex’s side, gross and slimy with lube. Tracht looked down at it and scrunched his nose, then laughed. “That’s foul. And it didn’t keep the lube entirely off me. I could feel it burning.”

Alex whined and tried to hump Tracht’s thigh. “Can I come? Please?”

“Can you? With the ginger inside you?”

Yeah, probably, but it’d hurt like hell and wouldn’t be half as satisfying as getting a real orgasm. “Take it out. Please. Please, Tracht.”

“You’ve come once already this week,” Tracht said, stroking Alex’s wet dick. Not as tight as Tracht’s ass had been, but it didn’t matter. Alex’s hips moved to meet Tracht’s hand motions, and his eyes fluttered closed. Moments later, Tracht kissed Alex’s eyelids. “I—”

Whatever Tracht meant to say, he cut himself off. The next moment he had his other hand between Alex’s legs, urging them apart so Tracht could get at the plug there. He toyed with it while he jerked Alex, and all thought left Alex’s brain. Everything was just pain and pleasure; the burning offset by the plug pressing against his prostate and Tracht’s hand around him.

Everything built up so quickly, piled on top of the already intense sensations from before, that Alex didn’t even register how close he was to orgasm until he was right there. He opened his eyes and looked at Tracht, grasping for some point of contact, and found Tracht staring back at him impassively.

Alex thought he must have been babbling. He couldn’t really tell. His ears were ringing, and he knew he’d come on the next stroke, whether the ginger was in him or not. He tried to let Tracht know with his eyes, his words, and he caught the way Tracht’s tongue extended.

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