Page 77 of Under His Heel

Messner’s gaze shifted over to Alex. “You got him well leashed?”

“I assure you that Mr. Stone does nothing without my explicit say-so.”

Even so, Alex smirked at Messner, and he saw just a hint of fear. Good. He remembered that Alex had been the one to fuck him up.

“Right. Well, Rask—or, uh, Stone, I guess; he used a fake name—started hanging out at the same gaming club that I do. We had drinks, placed a few bets. We win some, we lose some. Then he tells me about how he knows a way to rig the bets.”

Tracht made a sympathetic sound. “Let me guess—he just needed you to put in a certain sum.”

Messner nodded. “Yep. And it paid off great the first time. Only… well, it was the third time when suddenly it didn’t work out, and I was down twenty thousand. Then a few days later I get wind of him spending big bucks. Spending my money!” He spoke heatedly, and some of the other patrons in the restaurant turned to look.

“Do calm down, we’re in public,” Tracht chastised. “I see where you’re coming from. Unfortunately, the sum you’ve requested is not within my means at the moment—” a complete lie, Alex was sure “—and anyway, I am loathe to pay more of Mr. Stone’s debts. I can, however, recompense you in the other manner you suggested. Let us go to the hotel down the street.”

When the waiter came with their bill, Tracht insisted on paying separately. That annoyed Messner, who probably regretted ordering as much wine as he had.

“I’m not paying for a room,” Messner muttered.

“No, I’ve already made the reservation,” Tracht answered. He led the way, expecting both Alex and Messner to follow him.

Alex made sure to take up the rear, which unnerved Messner. Served him right.

The hotel room ended up being on a higher floor, one of only four up there. It was decently sized, with a fancy bed, a small kitchenette, and a tub in the bathroom. Messner looked impressed, and he whistled to show his appreciation. “Nice. I can enjoy fucking somebody here.”

Alex saw Tracht’s lips curl in distaste at Messner’s language.

“Quite. Why don’t you tell me exactly what you would like to do to Mr. Stone.” Tracht motioned Alex to come stand close to him.

Messner shrugged. “Fuck his ass raw, for sure. Wouldn’t mind seeing it bleed. Come all over him. And give him a few bruises. Yeah. Kick him in the balls.”

Tracht put an arm around Alex’s waist and stood close behind him. “A bit boring, isn’t it? I’ve pissed in his mouth. I’ve spanked and flogged him. I’ve stuck ginger in his ass and watched him squirm. I’ve made him come so hard and kept him on the edge for days until he was begging for release.”

He reached down and cupped Alex’s cock through his trousers. “I’ve sent electric shocks through his cock and made him writhe in pain.”

Throughout Tracht’s speech, Messner got more and more excited. “Yeah. Yeah, I could—hey, maybe we could tie him down somehow, and then I’ll fuck his hole with some stuff in the room.”

Alex breathed hard through his nose and clenched his jaw tight. He just had to be patient. He tilted his head a bit so he was angled towards Tracht’s face.

“Mr. Stone is so lovely bound,” Tracht said. “He squirms and cries for me…”

Messner nodded. “Yeah! I want to see him get really fucked up!”

“The thing is…” Tracht continued, “I love watching him being humiliated. But I don’t enjoy somebody trying to force my hand in any way.” He let go of Alex and stepped away. “And I certainly refuse to allow a low-class scum of any sort touch my bondservant. Do you know who I am? Who you’ve tried to threaten?” After Messner shook his head, Tracht motioned Alex forward. “Mr. Stone, if you would?”

Alex grinned. “With pleasure.”

Messner saw him coming. He stumbled back, but he hadn’t been expecting a fight, so Alex clipped him easily across the jaw. Messner slammed into the wall and he didn’t have time to recover before Alex had kneed him in the crotch. Messner howled and fell to his knees, and Alex used that opportunity to grab his arms and wrench them backwards.

“No! What the fuck are you doing?” Messner shouted. “Help! Security!”

Tracht approached, a pair of handcuffs in his hand. “Do shut up. I specifically requested a room without occupants around it.” He snapped the cuffs around Messner’s wrists and had Alex pull him upright.

Tracht began undoing Messner’s belt, and Messner started struggling again. “What the fuck are you doing? Let me go! I work for station security!”

“That’s nice for you,” Tracht said. He pulled the belt off, pushed Messner’s trousers all the way down, and then wound the belt around Messner’s legs, binding them tight. When he was done, he had Alex throw Messner onto the bed face down.

“I’m going to have you arrested!” Messner howled. “You can’t do this to me!”

Tracht sat down beside Messner’s head. “Really? How much homework did you do before you tried to extort money from me?” He didn’t touch Messner. “Do you know, my brother-in-law is Vasilis Lysander?”

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