Page 55 of Under Control

The answer confused Alex even more. Tracht brought the small saucer holding the ginger and the other two supplies to the bed, then he rummaged in the toy drawer and picked out a butt plug and a cock ring.

“What are you gonna do with all of that?” Alex asked.

“Make you cry.”

Alex scowled and scooted away; Tracht grabbed the leash and tugged him back. That explained what that was for, then. “That’s too small to go up my ass.”

“It’s too small to put it there safely, you mean. But don’t worry, it’s not going in your ass.” Tracht’s smile made Alex tense in apprehension. Maybe he should have enjoyed Tracht being injured.

He watched mutely while Tracht reached out to cup Alex’s cock and balls. He couldn’t stop the hitch in his breath when Tracht began to stroke, first running his fingers along Alex’s cock feather light, then gripping more solidly and giving a damn good hand job. Alex’s eyes fluttered closed, even while he internally tensed. This felt way too nice for one of Tracht’s games.

The other shoe dropped when Tracht’s movements slowed again and he pulled back on Alex’s foreskin very deliberately. Alex opened his eyes again, just in time to see Tracht place one of those slivers of ginger against his slit.

Alex whimpered. “Please no.”

“Absolutely, yes,” Tracht answered. “That’s going to burn quite strongly.” He pushed the ginger in slowly, and after all the times Tracht and Singh had sounded him, Alex’s slit was visibly wider and there was no resistance. Alex’s body convulsed when the first tingles started, making his hands curl. He breathed deeply and bit down the instinctive urge to cuss.

“Ah. I was afraid I might not enjoy this,” Tracht said, rubbing the corner of Alex’s eye, where a few tears of pain had escaped. “But you’re still very, very enticing.” Alex tried to kiss Tracht’s hand, but Tracht pulled away. “Stroke yourself.”

That couldn’t go anywhere good, but Tracht sounded more upbeat than earlier so Alex didn’t even mind too much. He wrapped his hand around his cock, grimacing against the pain, and started to stroke up and down. Weirdly, the burning sensation inside his cock got more intense, but it blended in with the pleasure, and it stopped being so bad.

He thought he could maybe come like this—if the ginger didn’t stop it—but Tracht lightly slapped his hand. “Okay, hands off from here on out.”

“Huh?”

Tracht uncapped the lube and poured a decent amount of it right on the head of Alex’s cock. The stuff dripped down the sides, and Alex could feel every little drop of it. It started off cool, but warmed quickly.

Actually, it was warming a lot. Alex whimpered when he realized that the burning sensation from inside his cock was extending outward now. “What the—what is this stuff?”

“Just specialized lubricant.” Tracht unwrapped the condom and rolled it over Alex’s dick. “It’ll burn a lot, I suspect. Or it should, in any case. Guaranteed for half an hour of burning sensation, according to the label.” Tracht smiled and stroked Alex’s cock, rubbing the weird lube further into Alex’s skin and making Alex cry out.

Next, Tracht put a cock ring on Alex, tightening it around the condom and keeping it in place even with the lube and making Alex’s cock throb even harder. “Now you’re going to fuck me,” Tracht said.

The true nature of the torture set in. The one thing Alex really wanted, what he’d been looking forward to, except he couldn’t have it without this extreme pain. And that explained the condom too; obviously Tracht didn’t want any of this burning lube to end up on his own sensitive parts.

Alex groaned and moved gingerly when Tracht used the leash to direct him onto the bed, every movement making his cock swing and exacerbating the burn. The cock ring kept him hard though. Tracht stopped him halfway up the bed and ran his hands down Alex’s flank.

“Ah, maybe I should just fuck you instead…” Tracht’s fingers circled around Alex’s hole, and hell, there was still some residue of the burning lube on his hands. Alex’s hole twitched, and Tracht spanked it hard, making Alex hiss in pain.

“Wanna… I wanna fuck you,” Alex grit out. “Please.”

“You do deserve it,” Trach murmured.

Something cold splashed onto Alex’s hole, and Alex craned his head, dreading what he would see. But it was just their regular lube, and Alex managed to relax before Tracht shoved the plug in unceremoniously. After how often Tracht stuffed him full without using any lube at all, this wasn’t actually so bad.

Tracht slapped his ass one last time, jolting the plug, before he removed his robe. Alex had seen Tracht naked often enough by now—usually when they were bathing—but it still felt like a treat. He tried to ignore the burning on his cock and concentrated on drinking in all of Tracht. He loved Tracht’s body. Something about the fact that he was skinnier than Alex got to him. Not so much the bandages still around Tracht’s neck and shoulders; those just made Alex want to beat somebody to a bloody pulp. But his hands. The slight hair on his body. The softness around his stomach because he didn’t work out the same amount as Alex.

A sharp tug on the leash had Alex kneeling up, pushing the plug in even further. Alex gasped and clenched his hands to avoid touching his cock. He didn’t think it would do more than exacerbate the problem anyway.

“Do you know what a horse is, Alex?”

“Uh… one of those earth animals?” Shit, Alex was starting to sweat from the heat spreading out from his groin. He shuffled back and forth on his knees, as if that would help.

Tracht got on the bed and settled against the headboard, directly in front of Alex. Alex’s brain, already overtaxed, couldn’t handle the sudden sight of Tracht spreading his legs in front of him. He whimpered again, and then was forced to move forward when Tracht tugged on the leash.

“Indeed. One of those earth animals. You control them via reins; they learn that a tug in one direction means to move that way, a tug back means to stop. I don’t have a bridle for you, but I’m sure you can figure out what I want you to do from the leash tugging alone.” And here Tracht pulled extra hard, never lifting his arms—because of the injury, right.

Alex didn’t have a problem kneeling between Tracht’s legs. He looked down and noted with some disappointment that Tracht was already lubed up.

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