Page 7 of Under His Skin

This had to be the punishment. Give him an orgasm that he wouldn’t enjoy. That made so much sense that Alex relaxed a bit, giving over to the sensation. He brought one hand up and grabbed the back of Tracht’s shirt. Tracht followed that up by digging into Alex’s perineum, and Alex swallowed a shout of pleasure. His cock throbbed hard, swelling and pressing against the metal confines.

Alex really, really wished he wasn’t caged. “Tracht. Please.”

“Be quiet. You don’t want Anna to get suspicious, do you?” Tracht kissed him again, awkward this time because of the arm between them. Alex tensed, trying to stave off the inevitable, but between the kissing and Tracht’s hand, he ended up ejaculating pathetically.

It wasn’t really an orgasm, and it didn’t feel like when he was getting milked either. It just dissipated, come leaking out of his cock and creating a wet spot on his underwear. He felt weirdly wrung out, even though Tracht hadn’t really done anything to him. He squeezed his eyes shut against the frustrated tears.

Naturally Tracht noticed, and he gripped Alex’s jaw. “That’s the expression I like to see.” He leaned in close and licked one of the tears away.

Alex wished he could say it grossed him out, but he’d gotten really used to Tracht licking his face. It was kind of nice.

When Tracht started zipping up his fly again, Alex realized something was wrong. “Wait.”

“Whatever for?” Tracht buttoned Alex’s trousers and stepped away. “Wash your face. We wouldn’t want anybody to guess what you’ve been doing.”

Alex stood with his legs awkwardly apart and stared at Tracht. “Seriously?”

“What?”

“No, just—my underwear. Can I take them off?” Alex was already getting grossed out, imagining his spunk drying on his skin. It’d be a bitch to clean if Tracht didn’t let him out of the cage. And walking around like that, in front of Anna and her family…

“And have you going commando? That wouldn’t be appropriate, Alex.” Tracht kept grinning at him.

That was so fucking rich, coming from him. Alex had half a mind to take the underwear off anyway, because he didn’t like this game, and it wasn’t like Tracht could stop him.

That made him stop cold. Tracht couldn’t stop him, because the contract was up soon. Alex had gotten a mail from the bondleasing center. The appointment was already set. All that was left was removing the collar and signing a few documents.

Alex turned around and washed his face, his hands shaking. “Fine. But Anna’s gonna notice.”

“I’m sure she will. We can then make our exit with her blessing. But first, I believe you promised to sit for Markus?”

“No, you volunteered me,” Alex complained. But he didn’t feel like fighting anymore. They headed back, receiving only a few suspicious looks, and everybody split up for after dinner activities.

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Alex posed for Markus and resisted the urge to scratch his crotch. His pubes were pulling uncomfortably at his skin.

It was gross. After a few minutes, he could smell himself, too, that specific rank smell of old come. He scrunched his nose in disgust.

“Can you keep your face neutral?” Markus asked, looking up from his drawing. He had an extra-large tablet on his lap and a digital pen in his hand.

The pen things were another holdover from ancient earth times, apparently. Alex thought there was no point in learning how to write by hand when you could just type everything. The few times Tracht had made him use a pencil, the resulting text was near illegible. Back on Gatineau Station, handwriting wasn’t taught in schools. Or maybe it was, when you reached the higher grades. Alex wouldn’t know.

“This is my neutral face,” Alex growled out. “My scar and nose just make it look nasty.”

“No, I meant…” Markus shrugged. “You’ve got a unique face. I’m not gonna tell you you’re hot, because you’re not. Just stop scrunching up your nose. I’m trying to get the proportions right.”

Apparently Markus was as bossy as Tracht. It must have been a family trait, passed down from all the Trachts. Although the few times Alex had met Tracht’s mother, she hadn’t seemed as bad as the rest of them.

It also didn’t explain Johan, who sat on a chair in the other corner of the room and stared at Alex. The kid creeped Alex out big time, even beyond the fact that Alex couldn’t forget the shit he’d gone through for him. He was bigger than back then, fourteen now, and every time they visited it seemed like Johan was looking at him. But Johan mostly didn’t say anything, deciding instead to stare like a loser.

Alex did his best to ignore the kid and relax his face, but all that did was remind him of the mess in his underwear and how bad he wanted to clean himself.

“Whatever. Can you hurry up? I want to get the—I want to get out of here.”

Markus snorted at that. “Mom and Uncle Hannes are going to be at each other’s throats for another hour at least. Didn’t you pay attention during dinner?”

“Huh? No. Why?”

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