He must have dozed for a little bit, exhaustion and hunger winning out over the adrenaline in his veins. He started awake when he heard Tracht coming in.
“Alex, come over and—” Tracht paused and gave Alex a once-over. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing.” Alex sat up and crawled over to Tracht, ready to help Tracht with his clothes.
Tracht didn’t lift his feet. Didn’t even touch Alex.
All of it was just another layer of icing on this shitty day, and Alex snarled, “Do you want me to help you with your clothes or not?” He looked up defiantly.
“What is the problem now?” Tracht accentuated the sentence with a strong note of warning, but, now that Alex was in his presence, he found himself not caring.
“Well, I had a shit day, and apparently I’m going to have a shit night, and I’m thirsty and starving, and now apparently you don’t want me to even do this one easy thing, so—”
“Yes, I think starving will keep for a while.” Tracht placed his hand on Alex’s head and gripped his hair. “What did you do that made your day so shitty?”
“None of your business,” Alex growled. He wasn’t even sure what he was even doing anymore. Provoking Tracht on purpose had to be the stupidest thing he’d ever done, more so than provoking him by accident.
Tracht sighed loudly. “Very well. Don’t move.” He got the blindfold and the earplugs and the hand mittens, and that wasn’t—that wasn’t what Alex had wanted. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but isolation was not it.
“No! I’m sorry. I’ll—”
“Shut up, Alex.”
Alex tried to back away from Tracht and that got him several long electric shocks via the cock cage. As he writhed in pain, Tracht blindfolded him, inserted the earplugs, and wrapped the mittens around his hands.
At least Tracht touched him to guide him into the cage. He even pushed a weird tube past Alex’s lips, and when he sucked on it water came out.
Alex kind of wanted to cry.
===
He’d drunk all of the water and calmed down a bit by the time Tracht let him out. Alex blinked away the crusty tears and stared up at Tracht. He’d changed from his work clothes into business casual, although he still wore the heavy boots.
“Now. As much as I enjoy your tantrums on a personal level, the party we are going to will be attended by some professional colleagues. As such, I have a few rules.”
Alex nodded and for good measure pressed a kiss against Tracht’s boot.
“The first thing: do not ever call me by name while we are there. No ‘Tracht.’ If you must address me at all—though I do hope you’ll just shut up—you will call me sir. I’ve let it slide so far because you do cry so nicely, but I will not have that level of insubordination in public. Is that clear?” Tracht pressed his boot against the back of Alex’s neck, forcing him to bend until his nose was touching the floor.
“Yes—Yes, sir.”
“Second. You will do exactly as I command. I don’t care if you look unhappy, but trust me when I say you will have an even worse evening if you disobey even a single order.” Tracht laughed. “It will provide for quite the entertainment for the others though.”
Alex shuddered. Others—that implied more people. Singh would be there for sure. More people like Tracht and Singh, all of them staring at Alex. He didn’t want to. He really, really didn’t want to.
Tracht removed his foot and used it to hook under Alex’s chin and force it up. “And finally, the only orders you need to obey are mine. I don’t suspect anybody will be interested in you, but I have final say on everything that happens to you.”
Alex wasn’t sure if that was Tracht being merciful, but he was flooded with gratitude anyway. “Thank you, T—sir. Thank you, sir.”
Tracht stepped away. “Good. Now get washed up; you’re rank. Do not use the toilet.”
That last order made Alex anxious all over again, but he was so done with everything today that fighting wasn’t really on his mind. Being told not to use the toilet made him conscious of how much water he’d drunk and how full his bladder was feeling, but it was bearable. As long as he avoided drinking anything else.
He was still hungry though.
Tracht closed in behind Alex and wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist. He rubbed Alex’s stomach, pressing in briefly right over Alex’s bladder, then nipped Alex’s ear. “I have your outfit laid out on the bed.”
With some dread, Alex walked over and looked at what he would be wearing.
A teeny, tiny skirt and an equally small blouse.
“I—I can’t—”
Tracht approached and patted Alex’s ass. “You can and you will. Put it on.”
Alex didn’t want to. The tiny gym shorts were bad enough, but a skirt—and he noticed no underwear was included, so his balls would be hanging free for everybody to see. The cock cage would be visible. Everybody would know that Alex was there for nothing but sex.
“Alex. You will wear that to the party. If you don’t put those clothes on right now, your prospects of getting fed later in the evening will get extremely slim.” Tracht gave him a shove towards the bed, surprising Alex enough that he stumbled.
Shivering, he picked up the skirt. It couldn’t be much larger than the one Parsons had bought for his daughter. This one was pleated and white, something a teenage girl might wear. Alex had definitely thought women in these types of skirts were sexy.
He stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. Fastened the zipper. It sat low on his hips, low enough that if Alex still had pubic hair, it would definitely be peeking out. The skirt reached just a couple of centimeters below his cock. There was no way Alex could bend over without flashing everybody.
His face felt hot enough to melt ice.
Tracht sighed contentedly. “It fits you perfectly. The blouse now.”
The blouse was even smaller, not enough of the plaid blue fabric to reach even halfway down his torso. It fit tightly around his shoulders, the short sleeves stopping just above his biceps, and it didn’t have any buttons, open in the front with long tails. Tracht tied those tails so that it tightened just below Alex’s pecs, leaving his chest and nipples exposed.
How the heck did clothing make him feel more naked than actually being naked?
Tracht leered openly. “Mm. You do look absolutely lovely. How does it feel?”
“I hate it,” Alex answered honestly, and Tracht laughed.
“Now the shoes. I thought of high heels, but I think I’d grow bored of you falling over.” Tracht dropped a pair of light blue shoes on the floor.
Alex was forced to bend over to reach them, and Tracht stopped him from sitting on the bed to pull them on. He was self-conscious of his ass hanging out there, of his balls swinging in the air while he fastened the ankle straps.
The shoes did have a tiny bit of a heel, but not enough to hinder Alex’s walking.
“How’d you even find these in my size?” Alex asked to cover his discomfort.
He jumped when Tracht reached under the skirt to fondle his balls. “There are plenty of places that sell specialty apparel, if you know where to look.”
“I look awful. I’m not a chick,” Alex whined.
“No, I sincerely doubt anybody will mistake you for a woman.” Tracht tugged on Alex’s collar and pulled him in for a kiss, plunging his tongue in as soon as Alex opened his mouth. Tracht’s tongue lingered on Alex’s tongue stud before moving on to the roof of Alex’s mouth.
Ugh.
Alex shuddered as Tracht pulled away, making Tracht chuckle all over again.
“Come along then.” Tracht put a hand on the small of Alex’s back and started leading him towards the door.
“Wait, like this? Do I get a coat?”
“No.” Tracht pinched Alex’s ass for good measure. “We’re taking a cab simply to respect the station’s public indecency laws, but I would be happy to parade you around everywhere like this.”
Wrapping his arms around himself, Alex hoped nobody on the ship was around to see them on their way out.
===
The cab ride was hell. Tracht kept touching him all over, pinching and leaving bruises and even a hickey on Alex’s neck, just above the collar. He fondled Alex’s balls gently and painfully in turn, until Alex’s cock was confused and pressing against the edges of the cage.
But the cab ride was preferable to their eventual destination: a super fancy apartment complex near the center of the station with a bellboy at the entrance. The bellboy didn’t even blink when Alex got out of the car behind Tracht. Must have been a common sight, or he got paid ridiculously well not to see anything.
They walked past him into the building.
“Mr. Fotiou’s condo is on the fourth floor, yes?” Tracht asked the concierge at the front desk.
“Yes, sir. Several guests have arrived already. If you could sign in here…”
Nick would have killed to live in a place like this. Maybe he actually was living in luxury right now; that rich girlfriend of his was probably a sugar mama, funding Nick’s lavish excesses.
The elevator buttons only showed every other floor, which Alex took to mean that each condo spanned two floors.
Their eventual destination was the only apartment on the floor. The door was propped open, and Tracht knocked briefly before stepping inside. Alex was tempted to turn around and run back to the ship, but—no, he’d get stopped wearing these clothes out in public, and his stomach was starting to complain loudly about being empty.
The place was done up super fancy, with leather couches and clean lines and some garish paintings that Alex assumed were probably worth more than his entire debt.
A butler greeted them. “Sir, everybody has convened in the great room. If you would follow me.”
He didn’t spare Alex a second glance. Alex hadn’t felt this invisible in a long time, but invisible was probably better than getting stared at.
They went down the hall, which opened up into a large entertaining area. Alex’s entire childhood apartment could have fit in the room three times over. The floor was gleaming white tile. By the far wall, a small stage had been set up. A bar stood to the left, tended by a woman in a very tight top and mini skirt, and various tables and couches were set up around the rest of the room. People were already scattered all around; a lot of them were clearly bondservants like Alex, wearing skimpy outfits with their servant collars starkly visible.
“Ah, Captain Tracht!”
Alex shuddered when he heard Singh’s voice. She was sitting on one of the couches with a well-dressed blonde man next to her and a woman between their legs on the floor.
Tracht gave a curt wave and walked over to her. Alex followed, only because he felt safer sticking close to Tracht.
“Dr. Singh. And Dr. Fontaine, it’s nice to see you again.”
The blonde man—Fontaine—stood up and shook Tracht’s hand. The man was seriously tall, a full head taller than Tracht. Singh was tiny next to him.
“Really, Tracht, no need for formalities. Especially not here,” Fontaine said, clapping Tracht’s shoulder. He motioned to the seat next to where he and Singh were sitting. “Please, join us. Lina was telling me about some of what went on during your trip.” His eyes roamed over Alex, and Alex realized that ‘Lina’ was Singh, and that she must have been detailing his visits with her.
Alex clenched his hands and tried to tamp down the fury. Averting his gaze to avoid doing something stupid, his eyes landed on the woman sitting on the floor at Singh’s feet.
She was blindfolded, and her hands were cuffed to her ankles. She had drawn up her knees to her chin which had sort of hidden the fact that she was naked—Alex had assumed she was wearing a skirt or underwear or something, but no. Naked.
Well, unless you counted the piercings. And she had a lot of piercings. Her black hair was shaved along the sides, exposing her multi-pierced ears. At least five on each ear. A stud in her nose, two rings on her left eyebrow. Four rings on her lips—two on the top lip, two on the bottom.
“Stop staring, Alex,” Tracht barked, startling Alex. Tracht had sat down, and there was a cushion next to his feet. No need to wonder what he wanted.
Alex went to sit down and pressed his head against Tracht’s knee.
Fontaine was back on the couch, his arm stretched out behind Singh. She had one hand on his thigh, while the other one was casually stroking the naked woman’s head.
“Lina and I had a few ideas for tonight,” Fontaine said. “With your permission, of course, but we thought it might be fun to see your Alex breed our Nadia.”
What the hell? Alex tensed and tried to pull away from Tracht, but Tracht immediately pulled on his hair to keep him in place.
The naked woman didn’t even flinch.
“I am a little intrigued. I am sure that Alex is missing ‘pussy,’ as he calls it.”
No. That wasn’t what Alex meant. And all the piercings on the naked woman—she had to be Nadia—were reminding Alex too much of the woman with the forked tongue. She freaked him out more than anything.
“How long has it been since Nadia has had a proper cock in her?” Singh asked Fontaine. She tapped on Nadia’s shoulder, and Nadia started shuffling around until she was kneeling forward, her shoulders touching the floor and her ass in the air, facing Singh and Fontaine. Singh patted Nadia’s ass and then ran her fingers along Nadia’s crack.
Alex was pretty sure that lesbians were supposed to be hot. But watching Singh touching this woman was filling him with dread, not turning him on.
“Hmm. I’ve mostly been keeping her locked up. I used her ass a few times,” Fontaine said. “I thought it would be more fun to keep her wanting while you were gone.”
Singh smiled and leaned over to kiss Fontaine on the lips briefly. “You are so right. Nadia, how desperate for cock are you?”
Nadia groaned. “Please. I need it.”
Tracht, Fontaine, and Singh all laughed.
“Turn her around,” Tracht said. “Let Alex get a good look at her cunt.”
Fontaine tapped Nadia with his foot, and she started moving, once again crawling awkwardly with her wrists and ankles strapped to each other. She did a 180 and spread her legs a bit wider.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Alex recoiled and shook his head.
Her pussy was pierced too, three rings on each side, and a ribbon threaded through, tying everything closed. Fuck, he’d thought the cock cage was bad. He didn’t even want to imagine what it must have felt like for her to get pierced six times down there. Alex rolled his tongue and rubbed the barbell over the palate of his mouth. He was supremely grateful that Tracht had opted for a tongue piercing instead of some elaborate shit like that.
Of course Tracht and Singh laughed again.
“He doesn’t seem to like the idea after all. Poor Nadia will get a complex.” Another tap on Nadia’s shoulder, and she went back to her original position, sitting on the cushion between Singh and Fontaine’s legs.
Tracht pulled sharply on Alex’s hair. “Hmm. There might be better uses for his cock tonight anyway.” He let go and Alex slumped against his knee. “Do you have any idea what Fotiou is up to?”
Fontaine grinned. “Oh, you two are in for a treat. I have a hunch...”
Singh made an exasperated face. “I tried to get him to tell me, but he said it would be better as a surprise.”
“If you didn’t go into deep space...”
“And who is going to pay off your expensive habits, hmm?” Singh countered, but there was no malice in her voice. Fontaine smiled and kissed her cheek.
“You are a better man than I, Tracht, for putting up with her almost full time.”
“Oh, Dr. Singh is an invaluable member of my crew,” Tracht answered. “She has been a boon to have with me, both in a professional and personal capacity.” He traced a finger along Alex’s jaw. “Why don’t you show Dr. Fontaine the lovely work Dr. Singh did?”
It wasn’t a suggestion, of course. Alex opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out and wasn’t surprised when Tracht hooked a finger in there and forced him to open even wider.
“Mm, that’s lovely. Nadia has one too. You know, I almost thought it was a mistake because of how terrible she was at using it at first.”
“She just needed a bit of practice,” Singh said. “How has Alex’s piercing worked out for you so far?”
The three of them chatted on, sometimes about their disgusting habits, other times about work. Fontaine was a doctor on Atalanta and apparently treated a lot of bondservants. And he “took care” of Nadia while Singh was off-station
Some time later, after more guests had trickled in, Tracht scratched Alex’s scalp and said, “Alex, go get me a drink. Gin and tonic.”
Go... by himself. All the way across the room to the bar. While wearing practically nothing. There was a protest on the tip of his tongue, but Alex remembered Tracht’s warnings from earlier, and his stomach was pinching in hunger. Reluctantly, he stood up, careful not to expose himself.
Whatever semblance of calm he had disappeared when Tracht fondled his balls as he stood, just a completely casual touch, like a pat on the butt or something.
“And don’t dawdle.”
“Yes, sir,” Alex grit out, anger and shame making his face heat.
He avoided looking at anybody until he got to the bar. The bartender took his drink order and had it ready just a few moments later. From the look of it, the gin was some high-quality stuff. Alex licked his lips and wondered if Tracht would notice if a sip was missing.
“Who do you belong to?” a male voice whispered directly into Alex’s ear.
Alex startled and yelped, and he instinctively shoved away from whoever it was. There wasn’t much place to move, and it was sheer luck that he didn’t end up hitting the guy.
The guy was an older dude—older than Tracht for sure—with hair and beard almost completely gray and thin lines around his eyes and mouth. He wore fancy clothes that somehow managed to look nicer than the suit Tracht had bought for Alex, despite being more casual. And his gray eyes demanded eye contact from Alex, which made him intensely uncomfortable.
“Your drink,” the bartender said, pointing to the glass. She looked a bit annoyed, though she must have seen a lot of this kind of BS if she was working at a party like this.
Alex took it and tried to leave, but the old dude was sort of boxing him in.
“Who do you belong to?” the man asked again.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” Alex said, aggression tingeing his voice. “I work for T—Captain Tracht. And he wants his drink, so move it.”
The guy gave a startled laugh and stepped aside just enough for Alex to squeeze past him. Then he started following him, straight to Tracht. Ugh. Alex handed the drink over and folded down to the cushion again.
“Tracht, old friend! What a surprise to see you here!” The old guy held out his hand for a handshake. Alex wished Tracht would tell the guy off, but Tracht stood and shook hands with the guy.
“Hoffman, hello. Are you here by yourself?” Tracht sat back down, and Hoffman took the remaining chair in their corner. Fontaine and Singh both greeted Hoffman too.
“I’m between bondservants at the moment. There’s nobody good on the market right now. Looks like you took the bottom of the barrel dregs.” Hoffman pointed at Alex. “Why in the world did you settle for somebody so ugly? Couldn’t afford a nicer model?”
Alex bristled, and it took everything in his power not to lash out. Tracht reached out and gripped Alex’s hair tight, which was another warning to keep his cool.
“I find Alex has qualities more important than looks,” Tracht said with amusement. “He cries splendidly. And the way he fights...” Tracht tilted Alex’s head upwards and forced his mouth open with his other hand. Alex shuddered and tried to evade the fingers, orders be damned. Something about doing all of this in public, in front of other people, was putting Alex more on edge than usual.
Fingers crawling in his mouth, playing with his piercing and then touching every inch of his tongue, so far back that Alex wanted to gag. Tracht removed his fingers before it came to that, but it was a close thing, and when he let go of Alex’s hair, Alex had to take a few deep breaths to shake the lingering sense of wrongness.
“You see?” Tracht said, and he took a sip from his drink. “Beautiful reactions. His body is very pleasing to me too. Stand up, Alex.”
His voice held just enough of a hint of warning to make Alex rethink his idea to refuse. He stood, trying to keep as much of himself hidden as possible. But the small amounts of fabric meant he couldn’t really do anything. His nipples were pebbled and hard, strangely embarrassing despite the fact that he’d gone shirtless often enough. Something about the way the blouse framed his chest made it seem obscene.
Tracht stroked his ass from underneath the skirt. How the heck did chicks wear this stuff and not feel humiliated? Alex’s entire body tensed, ready for a fight he knew he couldn’t afford to start.
“Turn around.” Tracht slapped Alex’s ass and waited for Alex to turn so his ass was facing Hoffman. “Now bend over.”
No. Alex shook his head. “I don’t—”
“Dr. Singh, how long can somebody go without eating?” Tracht asked. “I thought it was something close to a week.”
“It really depends. A healthy boy like Alex could probably go almost a month without food. Though you’d want to water him regularly.”
Fontaine looked between them. “Is that how you discipline him?”
“Alex is very food motivated,” Tracht explained. “Now, Alex, don’t make me repeat myself.”
Right. Fuck Tracht. Alex took a breath and bent forward. The skirt immediately slid up, exposing his ass and balls. Tracht put his hand on the small of Alex’s back, forcing him to stay in that position.
“He does have a nice ass,” Hoffman murmured, “but I prefer the softer boys.”
Tracht used one hand to part Alex’s cheeks, exposing his hole for everybody to see, and then began rubbing around the rim with the other hand. “Alex is very nice and tight.” He pressed a knuckle against Alex’s hole, almost penetrating, and the others chuckled a bit.
Alex’s entire body felt like it was on fire. Fuck all of them. They were the ones who should feel ashamed of themselves, for being such disgusting pervs. Getting off on Alex’s humiliation. His thighs trembled from trying to keep the position while Tracht started a slow, dry finger-fuck.
“He’s very receptive. Has very little control over his own body,” Tracht explained. “It’s why I need to keep him caged, or he’d be masturbating at every opportunity.”
“I wouldn’t!” Alex shouted, horrified. Yeah, his cock was getting hard inside the cage, but he wasn’t risking any un-allowed orgasms ever again. Tracht had to know that. He was the one who punished Alex for it!
Everybody laughed, and Tracht removed his finger. He tugged on Alex and had Alex sit on his lap, so that Alex was straddling one of Tracht’s thighs. He kept one hand on Alex’s waist while drawing him in for a wet kiss.
“Yes, you are coming along wonderfully from those first few days.” Tracht smiled directly at Alex.
Something was wrong with Alex because he suddenly felt settled. The staring and laughter of everybody around him didn’t matter in comparison to having Tracht smiling.