by Adara Wolf
Tracht circled around behind and touched Alex's sides with a light touch, and Alex had to squirm.
"Are you ticklish, Mr. Stone?" Tracht asked in that same mild tone.
"Yeah. Isn't fucking everybody?"
Alex couldn't see the guy's face, but he heard a soft "hmm." The next touch on his ass wasn't light at all, but a hefty grab. Alex forced himself to stay still. This was what he was signing up for, he reminded himself. For just a while, but he had to sell it. He had to make Tracht want him. His ass cheeks involuntarily tensed when Tracht ran a gloved finger down Alex's crack, but he managed to relax while Tracht pulled his cheeks apart and poked at his hole.
"Nice," Tracht murmured. He let go and circled back around front.
Alex thought the inspection was over when Tracht removed his gloves, but he looked at the broker and asked for another pair. The snap as Tracht put them on seemed stupid loud in the room.
Then Tracht tapped on his jaw and told him to open up.
It wasn't any worse than the rest of the inspection. Definitely not worse than his ass getting poked and prodded.
But Alex still wanted to balk. He didn't even realize that he had brought his hand up to cover his mouth, not until the broker was saying something in a sharp tone.
Tracht subtly raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Stone," he said, in that same low-key voice he'd been using the entire time, "Please remove your hand and open your mouth. If you do not allow me to inspect your teeth, we'll have no frame of reference. This is for both of our protection."
Right. Right. So that if Tracht did do something to Alex's teeth, there'd be proof that they'd been fine before. And so that Alex couldn't try to screw Tracht over by claiming he’d breached the contract. His hand shook as he forced it back down to his side. It took him another two breaths to pry his jaw apart, two breaths during which Tracht simply watched him.
Once his mouth was open though, latex-covered fingers were inside, forcing his jaw wider. They touched everywhere – his gums, his tongue, the back of his throat, and yes, his teeth. They found the spot where Alex was missing a molar, and Alex shuddered hard when a finger pressed in there. The spot still felt tender and raw.
"One missing tooth," Tracht said to the broker. "First molar, lower jaw, left side." He withdrew his fingers. "Have you had dental work done at any point, Mr. Stone?"
Alex was this close to punching the guy. He shook his head instead, not trusting himself to stay civil if he tried to speak.
That seemed to satisfy Tracht though. "I'll have the ship's doctor do a full x-ray when we get in and send those records over," he said to the broker, and she responded with some affirmative.
"All right. I believe I am willing to accept this contract. I have full rights over your body, with the exception of any modifications to that body. You obey me, you fulfill my needs as I request them, regardless of how trivial or non-trivial they appear to you. In exchange, I will, over the course of the next five years, pay off this frankly exorbitant debt you've somehow incurred, and keep you housed, fed, and in general good health. Is this as we both understand it?"
Still unnerved from the fingers in his mouth, Alex almost flubbed it. But this was better than the alternative. So he swallowed, forced a cocky smile on his face, and accepted.
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