Page 14 of Under His Skin

But despite the panic, his cock was enjoying itself. Before he could even think of tensing up, he was coming, straight into Tracht’s mouth. He shouted and struggled, and even after it was over he didn’t feel relaxed. He just wanted to be free.

Alex let out a ragged sob when Tracht removed the gag. “Please. Please, Tracht, please, let me out, let me out—”

Tracht took hold of his jaw again, stopping him from talking further, and pressed their mouths together. Alex nearly choked when his own come filled his mouth. It tasted nasty, and he sputtered, causing some of it to drip out the sides of his mouth. But Tracht was still holding him, this time forcing his mouth shut, and the other hand started stroking Alex’s throat.

Alex desperately swallowed, hoping that would be enough to satisfy Tracht.

But Tracht let go, leaving Alex alone. No contact at all, nothing to remind him where he was or that he was more than just his limp cock.

“Tracht. Please. I’m sorry. Cut me free. Please. Please.” The more he spoke, the more incoherent Alex got. It got harder to speak, his nose stuffing up with snot and his voice trembling.

It felt like hours later before Tracht removed the blindfold. Alex blinked against the tears, so fucking relieved. Tracht was smiling at him, cruel and turned on and so, so hot. Alex didn’t understand why it was a turn on, and all of it made him cry harder.

Tracht’s lips moved, saying something that Alex couldn’t hear. Then Tracht climbed on top of Alex and straddled his shoulders, putting Alex at eye level with Tracht’s erection. He’d undone his fly at some point. He must have been jerking it while Alex was struggling and crying.

He was prepared for it when Tracht grabbed Alex’s hair and rubbed his cock all over Alex’s face. The scent of him filled Alex’s senses. He hated it, but he wanted more. Alex opened his mouth in anticipation, and was rewarded by Tracht sliding his cock between Alex’s lips.

Strangely, having something to do made Alex’s heart calm down a bit. He did his best to suck, although Tracht thrust his hips in a way that made it hard for Alex to keep up. Occasionally, Tracht would rub the tears on Alex’s face.

Tracht pulled out after a few more thrusts, jerking himself and sending his come splattering all over Alex’s face. Alex didn’t even grimace; the sensation was insignificant compared to his inability to move.

After the last of the aftershocks ended, Tracht slid down and pressed himself lengthwise against Alex’s body. He petted Alex’s hair a few more times, and kissed him soundly, apparently not caring about the mess on Alex’s face and the disgusting aftertaste in his mouth.

When Tracht pulled away entirely, Alex started sobbing again. He saw Tracht laugh, then Tracht reached down to pull the plugs out of Alex’s ears.

“You don’t want me to release you after all?”

“I do! Please!” Alex begged. The idea of being stuck like this for the rest of the night was unbearable.

Tracht picked up the scissors from the side table and began to cut Alex loose, starting with his torso. The pressure on his chest dissipated, and finally Alex could take a proper breath.

He was still crying. Throughout the entire process as Tracht cut him free, he cried stupid, pathetic tears. Worse was that even when all the bindings were gone, Alex couldn’t find the energy to move. All he could do was lay there and breathe.

Tracht lay down next to him and petted his chest, from his bondcollar down to his soft cock and back up again. He pinched one nipple but didn’t linger there, for which Alex was grateful.

“That was quite enjoyable,” Tracht said quietly. “I’ll have to do it again.”

Alex shuddered and shook his head. Tracht laughed and kissed his forehead.

Chapter 5

Watching Alex cry had been just the remedy Tracht needed. He felt more like himself again. It helped that Alex was absolutely clingy afterward, crying when Tracht left to get washcloths for them.

And all that without even hurting Alex. He still had a thin sheen of sweat on him, and he’d started crying again half an hour after Tracht had cleaned him up. That was something to keep in mind, then. Alex reacted very, very strongly to total constriction.

Alex was asleep now, his head on Tracht’s thigh. Tracht reclined against the headboard and continued going through all his mails.

Two clients had pulled out already, citing flimsy reasons but very clearly responding to the allegations against Anna. Tracht was feeling magnanimous enough that he didn’t send insulting responses, simply thanking them for informing him.

He’d have to get Vasilis to fill the empty cargo space once he was cleared to depart again. Vasilis and Anna owed him that much, at least. Just as soon as Anna was cleared of those charges.

The news didn’t look promising on that front either. Galanis had written another article about the evils of income inequality and how the rich thought the laws didn’t apply to them. Tracht idly imagined a scenario where he and Alex cornered Galanis in a dark alley and raped him. Alex would enjoy it, in any case, becoming increasingly aroused as he was allowed to dole out violence on another person.

But the consequences for that would be too severe. It would have to remain a fantasy.

His tablet beeped, indicating a call from Bahjat. Tracht looked down at Alex, still asleep, and decided he didn’t feel like waking him. He answered the call.

“Captain. There are some people from Station Authority here demanding entrance to the ship.” Bahjat sounded frazzled, which was unusual for her. She tended to have a general air of amusement at all times.

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