Alex hadn’t considered that a piercing would require them to see Singh again. The room wasn’t any more inviting this time, and Singh’s smile seemed even creepier than before.
It wasn’t worth arguing about, but Alex was also fairly sure that a tongue piercing didn’t require him to be naked. He stripped down and hopped onto the examination table, where Singh hooked his legs into the stirrups and fastened straps tightly around his thighs.
“The tongue piercing last, I think,” Tracht said. “While we’re here, we should get him cleaned out.”
The memory of the last “cleaning” had started to fade, but he should have known that Tracht wouldn’t waste any time in making him relive that awful experience. Alex clutched at the corners of the exam table.
Singh laughed as she wheeled the machine over. “Can I recommend doing a urethral check too?”
Whatever the hell a ‘urethral check’ was, Alex knew it couldn’t be good from how Tracht’s expression morphed into pure sadistic delight.
“Yes, definitely. In fact, it was remiss of us not to have done it last time.” Tracht pulled the stool next to the exam table and sat down. He pinched Alex’s nipple briefly, not really hard enough to hurt, and then settled his hand on Alex’s stomach.
Alex was so glad that the hair on his body hadn’t really regrown yet. A few hints of fuzz, but not enough to warrant pulling out the epilator. Tracht petted Alex’s bare skin absent-mindedly. Alex focused on that sensation.
No matter how hard he tried to distract himself though, he couldn’t ignore the press of the cold nozzle against his hole, or the sudden influx of liquid inside him. Alex grabbed at Tracht’s sleeve and closed his eyes, trying not to make a sound, and failing miserably when the first cramp hit.
Tracht kept rubbing Alex’s stomach, making condescending comments like, “I’m sure it hurts,” and “You can do it.” Maybe Alex could have managed to get through it this time without breaking down, only Singh started fondling his balls.
“When’s the last time you drained these? They feel a bit swollen.” Her latex-covered fingers pulled at the skin of his balls and drew them away from his body.
“A couple of days ago,” Tracht said. “Don’t bother right now.”
Singh tapped Alex’s balls lightly. “If you’re sure. But let’s get the cock cage off him.”
Once it was off, Alex realized how dangerous a situation he was in now. Because despite the pain and the cramps and Singh squeezing his balls, his cock was growing hard, and without the cage there was nothing to stop him from coming. He whimpered and shook his head. “No. Please—I’ll come.”
Tracht and Singh looked at each other and started laughing. Alex was too uncomfortable to care. His thighs quivered and the liquid kept rushing into him, distending his stomach enough that he could see a visible bump.
“You’ve got him well-trained,” Singh commented. “I like to see that.” She turned the machine off, thank god, and Alex clenched as hard as he could when she pulled the nozzle out. No spilling.
He was sweating all over again, his body shaking. And so fucking turned on. Why, why, why.
Tracht traced the scar on Alex’s cheek, and Alex leaned into that touch, kissed the tips of those fingers. He thought he heard Tracht murmur, “Lovely.”
“Hah. I see,” Singh said. What she saw, Alex had no idea, but he was glad that she brought the waste-container up to his ass and gladder still when Tracht pushed down on his stomach and forced Alex to empty himself.
Singh disposed of the mess and wiped him off, but all Alex really noticed was Tracht touching him all over, pinching him here and there, but soothing all of it with softer petting.
Then his hand settled around Alex’s cock.
“I don’t want to come,” Alex cried. “Please don’t make me.”
Tracht smiled at him, teeth gleaming menacingly. “Shouldn’t be an issue.” He let go and looked over at Singh. “Go ahead.”
Alex watched in horror as she took hold of his cock and massaged the head. She pulled back on his foreskin and began to clean the area with a large q-tip.
“What’re she doing?” he asked, his voice pitching high.
“She’s disinfecting you,” Tracht said. “Have to be safe about such a delicate procedure.”
Whatever had been on the q-tip left a light stinging sensation behind. She set that aside, smiling the entire time, and took a filled syringe from the nearby tray. It was just a little syringe, but Alex started shivering all over, afraid of what she would do with it.
Singh squirted a little bit of the fluid right onto the slit of his dick. And then she lowered the syringe and forced the tip of it inside his cock.
“F-frick!” Alex squirmed, but she had his dick in her hands and he couldn’t get far. Tracht pinched his nipple but the sensation barely registered because she was squeezing that liquid into his dick and it was burning.
“Don’t use the smallest one,” Tracht said. “I’m sure he can take at least one size larger than that.”
Larger than what? “What’re you—don’t—please?”
“If you’re sure. But if you want to go larger than this, you’ll have to train him up for it.” Singh held up a slim metal rod with just the slightest bend to it. “You really don’t want to break him.”
Alex didn’t get it, not until that rod was positioned right above the slit of his cock. And even then, part of him thought that there was simply no way that she would actually—
But she did. She let the metal slide into the slit. She worked it around a little bit, twisting it. That’s why she’d sent lube down there first, to ease the way. Alex laughed hysterically and closed his eyes.
He felt the metal slide further into him. There was no other sensation, nothing but his cock burning and throbbing. It felt even more intense than when Tracht fucked him. Worse than the ginger, worse than the spanking or the flogging. He felt violated in a way that was beyond everything else that had been done to him before.
“There we go,” Tracht whispered right against his ear, and then he kissed the corners of Alex’s eyes. He must have been crying again.
“Please. Please stop,” Alex sobbed. “It’s too much.”
“No. You can take more,” Tracht promised. He moved his stool closer to the end of the exam table and started fondling Alex’s stuffed cock himself.
Alex watched through tear-stained eyes as Tracht lifted the rod out of Alex and let it sink down again. He twisted it around, stroked Alex’s cock and balls, and made it impossible for Alex to feel anything else.
“He’ll probably ejaculate the moment you pull it out,” Singh observed.
Oh god, no. She was right; Alex could feel it building in him, a pressure so strong that no matter how hard he clenched wouldn’t go away. But he didn’t want it. He just wanted to be caged again and not have to think about his dick.
“Well, I can’t expect him to maintain control.” Tracht grinned. “But I can have some fun first.”
And then Tracht leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the head of Alex’s cock.
If Alex hadn’t been plugged with the metal rod, he definitely would have come straight in Tracht’s mouth. Warm and moist and incredibly skilled. That wasn’t right. Where would Tracht get this much practice sucking cock if he never did it himself—but that didn’t matter in the face of the onslaught. Tracht’s tongue curled against the sensitive underside, and the sucking pressure moved the rod in small little movements.
When Tracht hummed, it felt like the vibrations traveled along the metal straight inside Alex.
He needed to come so bad. Alex cried and begged and wanted anything but that.
Finally Tracht pulled away entirely. He took a tissue Singh offered and wiped his mouth and Alex’s cock down. “You can remove it now.”
“Of course you leave the dirty work to me.” But she was smiling, so she must have been getting something out of it too.
She started tugging on the metal rod, and Alex sobbed his pleas at her to stop. He tried begging directly to Tracht, but all Tracht did was wipe Alex’s sweaty hair out of his face.
Every little millimeter was torture. It felt like the slowest violation ever, his orgasm building and building, slowed only by the little metal rod that should not have been in his dick.
And yeah, the moment it was out, Alex’s cock erupted, come shooting all over Singh’s hands and Alex’s stomach. It felt so good, but the tears were flowing even heavier, and Alex couldn’t figure out why.
Tracht was right there beside him, petting his face, licking his tears and sweat.
While Alex’s breathing and heartbeat slowed back down to normal levels, Singh wiped his stomach off and disposed of her gloves. She snapped on a new set, which confused Alex.
“And now,” Tracht murmured, “The real reason why we came.”
Oh. The piercing. Alex had forgotten about it, but he was too exhausted now to be really afraid anymore. He lay passively while Singh forced a ring gag into his mouth.
With his lips stretched wide, he had no recourse against Tracht’s fingers—but he never did. Tracht stroked the entire surface of his tongue, leaving behind that awful itching sensation.
“Now, stick out your tongue,” Tracht ordered as he removed his fingers.
Alex did as he was told, and Singh stepped closer. She had a marker of some sort in her hand, and she pressed the tip of it against his tongue.
“Right there?” she asked Tracht, and he nodded his approval.
The forceps came next, clamping around his tongue and holding it in place. Alex reached out for Tracht’s hand and was grateful when Tracht took it. He had to remind himself that he’d agreed to this. He wanted this. This was all for a good reason.
The moment Singh held up the needle, Alex’s fear ramped up another notch. He had to close his eyes because if he saw that thing approaching, he’d struggle against it. This was so wrong, so unnatural, so—
He cried out when the needle pierced his tongue. He squeezed Tracht’s hand tightly and grunted at the sensation of something being strung through his tongue. Surprisingly and despite the taste of blood, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as Alex had expected it to.
Singh fastened the ends of the barbell and set her tools aside. “All done.” She picked up a pamphlet and a bottle of blue liquid and handed it to Tracht. “All the care information. Don’t let it get infected.”
“Of course not.”
“No oral sex until the swelling goes down, and a liquid diet until then, too.”
Swelling? Liquid diet? Alex grunted and tried to talk around the ring gag, which made Tracht laugh. “I know. You’re going to hate it.”
Moving his tongue hurt a bit, and the barbell clacked against the bottom of his mouth.
Yeah. Yeah, he was going to hate it.