Page 115 of Under His Heel

Alex smiled. There was nothing Nick could do. He couldn’t affect Alex at all anymore. He really was as impotent as a yappy little dog.

Served Nick fucking right.

The arranged him on his knees on the bed. His thighs trembled and tears flowed freely. Snot dripped out of his nose, making him way less attractive than Alex even without the scar or broken nose.

“Now, let’s see. I think this puppy is eager to get fucked by his masters,” Tracht said. “Let’s see those legs spread wide. Present your hole, bitch.”

Nick woofed through his tears and did as asked.

“I seem to have neglected to bring lube,” Tracht said as he spread Nick’s ass cheeks apart to expose his hole. “Alex, help me out. Spit here.”

“Alex, please, no—” His begging morphed into another cry of pain when Tracht pinched his balls.

Alex pushed down on Nick’s back and spat. He saw Nick’s hole twitch in response, and he spat again to make it extra wet. “You should thank me, doggy. Going without lube is painful.”

Tracht grinned at Alex, gave him a kiss, and then thrust his fingers into Nick’s ass. Nick howled, but with the belt looped around his neck he couldn’t struggle much without getting choked.

“Puppy’s been keeping himself tight for us. How much do you think I should prep him?” But Tracht didn’t really wait for an answer and simply added another finger.

Nick shook his head and squeezed his ass tight around Tracht’s fingers, like that was going to keep Tracht out.

“Doggy, you gotta relax more, or it’ll hurt,” Alex told him, pretending to be nice, pretending he cared. “But y’know, whatever floats your boat.”

He kissed Tracht one more time and then he circled around to the front. Nick was unbalanced, his shoulders on the bed with his arms cuffed behind him. He’d turned his head so he could still breathe, but Alex was going to make that hard for him now.

He pulled Nick up by the hair and forced Nick to look at him. “Here’s your reward, Nick, for all the ways you’ve screwed me over.”

“Alex, come on! You aren’t like this!” Nick whispered. “You don’t have to listen to him. We could—” and he broke off into a wail, pain etched across his features. Alex looked past him and saw Tracht buried in Nick’s ass.

“Slow and gentle is only for dogs that behave.”

Alex met Tracht’s smile with one of his own. “Yeah, let’s help him out and make it hard for him to disobey.”

Alex knelt on the bed in front of Nick’s head and forced his cock past Nick’s lips. He felt the graze of teeth, but a tug on the belt had Nick opening his mouth wide, tears streaming out of the corners of his eyes. Even better than that was the sight of Tracht on the other side of Nick, his eyes always on Alex.

Alex thrust forward extra hard, shoving Nick back into Tracht’s cock, and Tracht did the same in return. Nick whimpered and wailed, and sometimes Alex’s cock went deep into his throat and Nick’s throat convulsed so amazingly.

“Alex, lean forward,” Tracht demanded. He kept one hand on Nick’s hip, but he extended the other one. Alex adjusted his own grip on Nick’s shoulder and then did as asked.

Tracht met him halfway and kissed him, both of them buried inside Nick, and whether it was Nick’s sudden struggling or the kiss, Alex didn’t know, but he came hard.

In the interests of not suffocating Nick, Alex did pull away, and he saw the disgusted expression, saw the come dribbling out Nick’s mouth.

“Looks like this dog likes the taste of come,” Alex said, and then he clamped his hand over Nick’s mouth to force him to swallow the rest of his come.

Once it was all gone, Alex collapsed on the bed and just watched Tracht continue to fuck his brother. He decided he didn’t like it that much when he wasn’t also involved, so he crawled the short distance and started nuzzling Tracht’s neck. He heard Tracht huff lightly, and then there were more kisses, more biting.

He held Tracht through his orgasm and pretty much kicked Nick off Tracht’s cock when it was all over.

Nick didn’t say anything.

“Did you like that, Alex?” Tracht asked. He used the bed sheet to wipe his cock clean, and Alex did the same. Neither of them bothered with Nick, leaving him with his face stained, with tears and his hole dripping with come.

“Yeah. It was fun.” He leaned in when Tracht put an arm around Alex’s shoulders.

“Let’s go back to the ship. I need to make a few calls—Anna was furious when I left the party early.”

They uncuffed Nick, grabbed the cock cage, and were halfway to the door when Nick said, “I’m gonna get back at you for this. You’re fucking sick. Both of you.”

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