Page 30 of Under His Skin

The movie did indeed start, although Alex was tense throughout the entire intro that he missed the main character’s name. Something with a D. Daniel or Dieter or whatever, it didn’t matter, because Alex’s dick was out in the open air. Every time Tracht shifted, Alex thought he could feel a small breeze.

The theater wasn’t actually cold, but with Alex’s cock the only thing not clothed, it felt like it was freezing. He closed his legs in hopes of trapping some of the warmth, but that just made Tracht reach over and carefully reposition Alex’s cock so it was more prominently displayed on his thigh. Tracht followed it up with a light tap to the head, almost as if in warning. Alex bit down a whimper.

Another twenty minutes in, Tracht got up and said, “I’m going to get more popcorn.”

Which meant Alex was now sitting alone, with his cock out. If anybody walked past—but they were in the back, and they had the privacy seat. It would be fine. Probably? And it was late enough on a weekday that the theater was half empty. There wasn’t any risk of getting seen.

Alex kept repeating that to himself, over and over, but he still startled when Tracht returned.

“F—you scared me,” Alex hissed. He sank back into the seat as far as he could, hoping the shadows would keep his cock hidden.

Tracht snorted in amusement and sat down again, setting his thigh against Alex’s. “What did I miss?”

Alex realized that he’d been so tense that he hadn’t paid attention at all, and he had no clue what the plot of the movie was. He looked up again and saw the hot lead making out with his new boyfriend. Or was that an ex-boyfriend? “I dunno.”

At least with Tracht there, Alex felt marginally better. He pushed his shoulder against Tracht.

Tracht hmm’d in clear disapproval, but he didn’t move away from Alex. He mostly just kept eating his popcorn, the smell of it taunting Alex, all while his cock kept getting colder and colder. But he got used to that too, enough that he was able to start watching the movie and appreciate the scene of both leads shirtless and groping each other while the building behind them went up in flames. He didn’t catch why the two leads were shirtless in the middle of a battle sequence, but it was probably some strategic shots or convenient acid or something.

Without warning, Tracht moved his hand to envelop Alex’s cock. Alex cried out in surprise, and somebody else in the theater responded with an angry “shhh!”

Alex looked over at Tracht, horrified to find Tracht smiling cruelly at him. Alex had been right. This wasn’t going to be the nice kind of date after all. He shook his head frantically, hoping Tracht would take pity on him, but all that happened was that Tracht’s hand tightened and started stroking.

No, no, no. Alex gripped his arm rest tight and shut his mouth tight, trying desperately not to make another sound. It felt way too good. It hadn’t even been that long since his last orgasm! Sure, it had been that awful time where he’d been so thoroughly bound that all he really remembered was the fear, but his body should have been satisfied. He remembered a stretch last year when Tracht hadn’t let him come for almost five months straight.

But he didn’t want to come here, in a movie theater, with people listening in. He covered his mouth with his free hand and breathed sharply through his nose as Tracht gently circled the head of his cock, pushing mildly against the slit, and then went on to pull at the foreskin.

“Should I get you pierced here?” Tracht asked mildly, pinching the skin together. “Then you won’t need to be caged. Anytime you start to get hard, the piercing will pull at the skin and force your cock back into submission.”

Alex shook his head vigorously. No, he remembered seeing that kind of piercing at one of the stupid parties that Fontaine invited them to. Nadia had been absolutely fascinated by the guy in question, fawning over the piercing and kissing it eagerly when given permission. All Alex could think of was how much it had to hurt, both to get the piercing in the first place and after.

Tracht let go of the loose skin and worked on the shaft again, easily getting Alex hard. Even the cool air of the theater did nothing to deter his cock.

“Please, Tracht,” Alex whispered. “I don’t want to come.”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry,” Tracht answered, except that statement alone was enough to make Alex worry even more. “I have no intention of making you come. I’m just going to play a bit. It’s entirely up to your self control.”

Alex should have known Tracht’s idea of a fun date would be like this. Any effort to keep up with the movie disappeared, and all of Alex’s concentration went to keeping himself from losing it. Tracht’s hand never once left his cock, constantly stroking, just nice and gentle and never once doing anything that would actually help Alex stave off orgasm.

To make matters even worse, Tracht started leaning in close and asking more damned questions about the movie. “I suspect David is actually working for the enemy. The foreshadowing isn’t subtle.”

David? Who the fuck was David? Alex looked up at the screen with hazy eyes, but he wasn’t sure which one of the two leads was David. Maybe it was a side character?

Sweat dripped down his brow, which Alex wiped away. Just then, Tracht’s hand slipped even further down, two of his fingers pushing past Alex’s fly and massaging Alex’s balls. It was awkward but so unexpected that Alex cried out again, loud enough that his voice echoed in the theater. Somebody else in the theater shouted, “Shut the fuck up!”

“It seems you don’t know how to keep quiet,” Tracht murmured, although his fingers kept moving, making the problem even worse. Alex’s entire body was so tense it hurt. “I suppose I’ll need to help you.”

Alex looked at him stupidly. “Help? If you stop moving your hand—”

But before he could finish, Tracht shoved something into Alex’s mouth. A wadded up piece of cloth.

It took Alex a moment to realize that the cloth was Tracht’s underwear.

So when Tracht said he’d gone to buy more popcorn… he must have stopped by the washroom to take his underwear off too.

That was hot. It was awful and hot and Alex took another deep breath to try to calm himself because he was suddenly brimming with arousal, imagining Tracht doing that. The underwear had that musty smell of Tracht, Tracht’s hand was on his cock, they were on a date, Tracht was being horrible and nice all at once—

“If you come, I’m going to make you clean it all up with your tongue. Every last drop, no matter where it lands,” Tracht whispered directly into his ear.

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