Page 13 of Under His Skin

“What’s that?” Alex asked.

Tracht smirked at him. “Bondage cloth. Light, stretchy, and durable. Come kneel on the bed.”

So… it was just going to be sensory deprivation and bondage. Bondage wasn’t even so bad, most of the time. Since Tracht wanted Alex on the bed, it couldn’t have been one of those scenes where Alex was forced to stand on his toes for hours on end. Alex sat down on the middle of the bed and waited.

Tracht considered Alex for a few minutes, maneuvering Alex’s hands to lie flat on his thighs. It wasn’t a particularly comfortable position, but for now, Alex could bear it.

“Take a deep breath,” Tracht ordered, which was all the warning Alex got before Tracht took the end of the fabric and started wrapping it around Alex’s chest.

The bondage cloth was weirdly sticky. It didn’t pull at Alex’s skin, but it clung to him anyway. It was about as long as Alex’s forearm lengthwise, covering quite a bit of skin. Tracht made Alex lift his arms up a few times so he could get the cloth around all of his chest, but then put those arms right back where they were and wrapped around them, binding Alex’s arms to his torso.

With each layer, it got harder to breathe. Alex realized now why Tracht had told him to breathe deeply, and he did his best to expand his chest so he would have more room.

The cloth kept going and going. A few times Tracht cut the fabric with a pair of safety scissors. Tracht trapped Alex’s hand on his thighs, wrapped each thigh individually, then wrapped the legs together. It left Alex’s cock as the only part of him that was exposed.

Alex lost his balance when his legs were forced together, but at that point, Tracht didn’t seem to care. He wrapped the rest of his legs, leaving the feet exposed, then went back to wrap Alex’s shoulders.

A few times, Alex tried to move his hands, but there was no give at all. He swallowed hard.

“And now, the finishing touches.” Tracht rolled Alex onto his back and covered his eyes with the blindfold. The earplugs and the gag followed after that.

The mattress shifted, and all sense of Tracht’s presence disappeared.

Alex was alone.

He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear. It was worse than the cage, he realized, because at least he had a bit of space in the cage. He’d misjudged, thinking that this would be simple or easy bondage.

He tried to struggle, but the wrappings held tight. His breathing got heavy. His limbs tingled.

Everything in his body screamed at him to get out, but he couldn’t. He was trapped, immobile. He didn’t even know if Tracht was still in the room, or paying attention. Tracht could be on a call right now, leaving Alex helpless like this.

He gave a strangled cry when he felt Tracht’s hand on his cock. It was so much more immediate that usual that Alex had to fight not to come instantly. How could it feel this good? His entire being was concentrated on his cock, on the sensation of Tracht’s thumb pushing the foreskin around, digging his nail in and scratching lightly, only to soothe it all with gentle strokes.

He got hard so fast. Tracht used his second hand to play with Alex’s balls, and if Alex could have moved even a single centimeter, he would have spread his legs wider to give Tracht more access. But he couldn’t. He was completely stuck.

He thought he was about to come, orgasm just one stroke away, when Tracht let go entirely. Alex moaned as much as the gag let him, torn between being glad things weren’t over so soon and desperately wanting to come. Then Again, knowing Tracht, if he’d come early, Tracht would just have kept going anyway.

Fewer orgasms were definitely better than too many orgasms.

The next touch was to his jaw, tapping at cheeks and lips. Tracht even hooked a finger into his mouth, squeezing in past the gag, and Alex vibrated with the desire to move.

The finger stroked as much as it could, pushing against the inside of Alex’s cheek. Alex swallowed hard and tried to remember how to breathe properly. The bindings around his chest made the breathing part a lot more difficult, and suddenly Alex was panicking.

He needed to get loose.

Alex made more noises and flexed his muscles as much as possible, trying uselessly to shake his head, but nothing happened. He was completely trapped in the dark.

The finger withdrew, and this time the hand came back on his head. It was a surprisingly gentle touch, and still Alex thought it was too much. He needed out. He made another keening sound, and still nothing changed.

He was surprised, then, when something warm and wet wrapped around his cock.

Tracht’s mouth. It had to be Tracht’s mouth. Alex had felt it only a handful of times, but it was as talented as ever. Tracht used one hand to keep Alex’s cock steady, occasionally using his fingernails, all while his mouth slid up and down Alex’s cock.

If Alex weren’t so desperate to get out out out, he would have enjoyed it.

Now, he could feel tears burning in his eyes. He didn’t care how good it felt. He wanted to move, he wanted to breathe, he wanted to see Tracht.

He started sobbing, unable to control his pathetic reactions. He didn’t know why he was so damned overwhelmed when he’d been bound countless times before.

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