Page 113 of Under His Heel

“I despise cussing, Nicholas.” Tracht then looped the belt around Nick’s neck and pulled until it was snug. He held the end of the belt like a leash and tugged, and Nick started gasping. “If you struggle too much, you’ll hurt yourself. So I suggest you comply.”

Seriously hot. Alex let go of Nick and stepped around him. He had to—he had to—

Tracht raised his eyebrows at Alex, like he didn’t know what Alex wanted. Alex kissed him, and he heard Tracht inhale sharply. He definitely heard Nick’s “what the fuck?”, but whatever. There was only one person whose opinion mattered.

“Alex, Alex—seriously, what are you doing? Bro, you can’t actually agree with this dick—”

Tracht pulled on the belt and sighed loudly. “Mm. Alex, I feel that your brother needs to learn to shut up a bit. What do you think?”

Alex looked at his brother and laughed at his red face. Yeah, that’s what he got for trying to mouth off to Tracht. Tracht did ease his hold though, and Nick sputtered for breath.

“Yeah. Y’know, Nick hasn’t ever sucked cock before. That’s what he said, anyway. I dunno, he could have been lying to me.”

Fucking hell, he didn’t think Nick could look more scared, but he was. He’d always had little digs when Alex ended up fucking a dude. Stuff like, “you don’t need to stoop to that” or “come on, I found us some pussy instead.” Like Nick was somehow better for not fucking guys. But maybe he was just afraid of cock.

Tracht ran his hand over Alex’s bicep. “Interesting. What do you think, Alex? Would you like to take his mouth while I take his ass?”

“No!” Nick didn’t struggle—probably didn’t want to get strangled again—but he was shaking, and making little whimpering noises to go with it.

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds awesome.”

“Hold this,” Tracht said, handing the belt over. Alex took it and grinned, tugging just a little and making Nick cough.

He had to hold still while Tracht undid Alex’s belt and zipper and removed the cage holding his cock. Tracht stroked Alex to hardness, but it honestly didn’t take much to get him there.

“What—what’s that? He’s got you—he’s got you locked up?” Nick wheezed. “Like some little bitch—”

With a roll of his eyes, Tracht reached to pull on the belt. “Nicholas reminds me of one of those impotent little dogs.”

The funny thing was, Alex didn’t even have the urge to defend Nick. That had been his thing—he defended Nick, he kept Nick safe. Didn’t matter from whom. Their mom, her boyfriends, any of Nick’s marks. He remembered defending Nick from Tracht’s judgment too, those first few days on the ship.

But Tracht had been right. There was literally no point to it, because Nick didn’t give a shit about Alex and had probably never given a shit about Alex.

“Yeah. Little dog, yapping loudly. But he always needed my help to get him out of the trouble his stupid mouth got him into.”

Nick coughed and gasped when Tracht finally slackened his hold on the belt. His face was red all over, tears leaking out of his eyes. “Alex—” he wheezed, and Alex tugged on the belt in warning.

This was fun. No wonder Tracht got off on this. Alex liked being in control, he liked having Nick at his mercy.

“I think I’d like to see him barking for real. Come on, Nicholas. Give us a bark. Maybe we’ll be gentle with you if you’re a good dog.”

It said something about how different Alex and Nick were that Nick barely hesitated. “Woof. Woof.” Nick’s eyes kept straying to the belt in Alex’s hand. “Alex, please—”

Alex pulled again. “No talking. Dogs can’t talk. You just bark.”

“You know, my sister keeps two dogs. They’re very good at playing tricks.” Tracht added. He stood beside Alex and stroked Alex’s cock lightly. “Roll over, Nicholas. Onto your back.”

Apparently Nick did have some small semblance of pride, because he hesitated. But a light tug on the belt got Nick sinking down onto the floor and awkwardly rolling onto his back, trapping his bound arms underneath him. He kept his legs close together and tried to hide his cock. The belt strained with the added distance, and a red band was starting to show on the skin of Nick’s neck.

“I wasn’t aware that dogs had modesty,” Tracht commented. He nipped Alex’s ear lightly, and squeezed Alex’s cock just a little too tight. The pain made Alex gasp, but it also got him focused again. Right. He had to make this good for Tracht.

“Come on, Nick. Legs wide apart. Like a little dog asking for belly rubs.”

“Just—Just don’t—”

Tracht let go of Alex’s cock and walked over to Nick. “Nicholas. You will spread those legs like a good little dog, and if I hear one more sound from you that isn’t a bark or a woof, this boot is going to come down hard on your cock and balls. Is that clear?”

Nick swallowed hard and nodded, and then slowly his legs fell apart.

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