Page 78 of Under His Heel

Oh yeah, that meant something. Messner’s eyes widened. “What? But—”

“You’ve heard of him? Perhaps you’ve also heard of how he practically runs Cadmus station, and how he has a hand in nearly all of Atalanta station’s management?” Tracht grabbed a fistful of Messner’s hair. “Now, tell me again that you’re going to arrest me.”

Alex didn’t understand the politics of these stations—his home station of Gatineau had elected officials—but apparently here Tracht’s extended family was about as powerful as any politician.

Messner tried to shake his head. “No! I’m sorry! I didn’t know!”

“Ignorance is no excuse.” Tracht looked at Alex. “Would you go check the fridge and see what’s stocked there? I asked them to leave a few things when I made the reservation.”

The fridge contained a basket of vegetables in various sizes. Alex didn’t recognize most of them, but he knew enough about Tracht to figure out that they weren’t going to be cooking any of these.

He brought the basket over and set it down next to Tracht, easily visible for Messner. Tracht pick a long, green one out of the basket. It was about half as thick as Alex’s fist.

“Gourds are so versatile,” Tracht said. “You can eat them raw or cooked, and they stay fairly firm even when you sauté them.” He pushed it against Messner’s lips, and Messner clammed up tight and twisted his head away. He tried to shimmy off the bed too, but Alex wrenched his arms up hard.

When Messner cried out in pain, Tracht shoved the gourd into his mouth. The muffled cries sounded ridiculous, and Alex couldn’t help grinning. He caught Tracht’s gaze, who looked equally amused.

“You might want to get it nice and wet,” Tracht commented. “Because you can imagine where it’s going next.” He started shoving the gourd in and out of Messner’s mouth, at times so far in that he started choking. Alex kept Messner from escaping. He ended up with his knee on Messner’s back, and he slapped Messner’s ass a few times when he started getting too vigorous again.

“I wonder what would happen if I told Vasilis what you attempted to do. One little call from me and you’d be blacklisted. Unable to find work anywhere on this station or any other in this solar system. And Pylos has such strict immigration laws… That leaves the mining planets. Do you want to be a miner, Mr. Messner? No? Then I suggest you suck a little bit harder.”

Adrenaline rushed through Alex. He was having fun. Listening to Tracht taunt Messner. Watching him fuck Messner’s throat with the vegetable. Being on the same side as Tracht for once.

By the time Tracht pulled the gourd out entirely, Messner was red-faced and coughing. Tears were leaking out of the corners of his eyes, and he started babbling apologies and begging for mercy.

“Look, Mr. Stone,” Tracht held up the gourd. A thin line in white interrupted the green skin. “He bit down.”

“That coulda been your cock!” Alex said in the most thug voice he could manage. “That ain’t right. No respect. Somebody oughta teach him some manners.”

He caught Tracht’s amused snort, and Messner started struggling harder. Alex had to put more weight on him. He kind of wished Messner’s hair were longer, so he could pull on it and jerk his head up.

Tracht took the gourd and walked around to Messner’s bound legs. He rubbed the vegetable between Messner’s ass cheeks, and Messner started howling his outrage again. “Stop! Fuck you!”

“Try again. I would suggest something like, ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Tracht, I’m sorry, Mr. Stone. I’ll never bother you again.’ Want to try? The more you resist, the likelier this vegetable gets pushed inside you, the likelier you get blacklisted.”

Messner’s struggling intensified for a moment, but between Alex and Tracht, they had him well trapped. Finally Messner slumped down and said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Mr. Tracht. Mr. Stone. I’ll—I’ll never bother you again. Don’t… don’t tell Lysander about this.”

Tracht dropped the vegetable. “Good boy. Come along, Mr. Stone. I believe we’re done here.”

It was kind of disappointing, after all that build up, but Alex scrambled off Messner and followed Tracht.

Tracht stopped at the door and looked over at Messner’s tear-bloated face. “The handcuffs will automatically unlock after an hour. As a courtesy, I’ll tell you this—it was not my Alex who swindled you. You might want to look into his twin brother, Nick Stone.”

And out they went. Alex was able to contain himself only until they were in the elevator, and then he was pushing Tracht up against the wall and kissing him.

“That was so hot.” He clung to Tracht’s shirt, and he let Tracht wrestle him around until he was the one with his back to the elevator wall. His cock started chubbing up, and it was probably a good thing he was always caged with how aroused he was right then.

“No moral or ethical objections?” Tracht asked when he pulled back.

“Huh? Why?” Alex didn’t get what Tracht was trying to ask, and he pushed forward to kiss along Tracht’s jaw. It was late enough in the day that there was a hint of roughness there now, enough to make Alex’s lips prickle.

“No, never mind. When we get back,” Tracht paused to kiss Alex, “I’m going to hurt you so much. The flogger—no, the cane. Beautiful stripes across your ass.”

Alex tensed. “Can’t we—”

“You’re going to hate it. But I’m going to love it.”

The sad thing was, Alex wasn’t even that bothered by the prospect.

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