Alex woke with a headache and the taste of dust in his mouth. He tried to roll over, but lifting his arms proved to be impossible. Opening his eyes was only slightly less difficult. They felt as heavy as any weights he’d lifted at the gym.
“… meet in exactly one hour.”
Had Nick’s voice always been so loud? Alex let out a groan and let his head loll to the side. His vision was still a bit blurry, but he could make out a second bed, and Nick sitting on it with a tablet in his lap.
“You’ll forgive me if I ask for proof.”
Oh, god. That was Tracht’s voice. No matter how much Alex struggled, he couldn’t frickin’ move though.
“Yeah, yeah.” Nick stood and held the tablet out so that the screen was facing Alex. It was hard to make out Tracht’s face, but Alex whined and attempted to lift his arm once more.
It barely even twitched.
“Interesting. What did you do to him?” No hint of worry, no anger in his voice at all. That bothered Alex, but no way in hell would he let Nick see that.
“Made sure he couldn’t fight back. Man, what did you feed him? He’s even more jacked than he used to be!” Nick pulled the tablet back and settled on the other bed again. “So, like I said. Show up, alone. Bye!”
He hung up, and Alex wished he had the strength to strangle his brother. He tried to say something, but all that came out of his mouth was a groan and drool.
“Dunno why you’re so scared of that dude,” Nick said. “He’s a total pushover.” Nick set the tablet down and made a show of stretching. “He rolled over immediately when I told him I had you.”
That… that didn’t sound like Tracht at all. Alex tried to focus on Nick’s face, but he couldn’t tell whether Nick was lying even when he wasn’t fogged up like this.
“I mean, all he does is fly back and forth in space. And okay, he’s pretty well-connected—did you know he’s married into the Lysander family? But no way would he want the scandal of an escaped bondservant.” Nick grinned widely. “If you know how to handle these rich types, they’ll do anything you ask.”
Wow. Nick had—Nick had no idea. Alex would have laughed if he could have moved at all. This had to be a game Tracht was playing. He’d never let Nick walk all over him.
It was weird, knowing more than Nick, being able to see that Nick’s idea was going to go horribly wrong. Alex was almost glad he was incapacitated, because it meant he couldn’t accidentally reveal what he knew.
Whatever Nick had given Alex was strong. It took a while—during which Nick kept talking and talking and talking—for Alex to regain control over his muscles. It kind of felt like his limbs had been asleep, prickling all over.
“Also, dude, the tongue piercing? Why in the world did you let him give you that? That’s not in the contract, which I know because you made such a huge fucking deal about how allowing for body mods would be a huge mistake.”
Nick suddenly moved from his bed over to Alex’s, the mattress dipping with his weight. He took hold of Alex’s chin and forced his mouth open, and Alex still couldn’t do anything to keep him away.
“Huh, you weren’t lying about the tooth. I mean, I didn’t think you were, because you are such a shit liar, but I dunno why a guy like that would fix your tooth up for you.” He hooked a finger inside Alex’s mouth and ran it all over Alex’s tongue, settling against the piercing. “This is so weird.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Alex whined and managed to turn his head away, Nick’s finger leaving a spit-trail on Alex’s cheek as it slipped out. Alex’s heart pounded loudly in his ears, and if he had even half his strength, he’d be strangling Nick right now.
It didn’t even bother him anymore when Tracht did that. Tracht had his fingers in Alex’s mouth all the time, so why the fuck were Nick’s fingers so much more disturbing?
“Don’t like that, huh?” Nick grabbed Alex’s chin again and turned Alex’s head so he was facing Nick again. “Why, does it remind you of all the blowjobs you’re giving that dude?”
But he let go, thankfully, and settled back on the other bed. “You never think ahead. That’s always been your problem. I mean, it was fine when I was there to help you out with the thinking, but on your own?” Nick shook his head and made a sad face at Alex. “You’re kind of hopeless.”
Yeah. Yeah, Alex knew that Nick was smarter than him. But that’s why they’d been a team. Nick was the brains, Alex was the brawn, and it worked. Or Alex had thought it worked. It sounded like Tracht had been right though. Nick didn’t actually give a shit about Alex.
“If I’d been in your shoes, I would have had that guy wrapped around my fingers so fast.” Nick looked so sure of himself. “I’d be living in the lap of luxury, and he’d be asking to suck my cock. Which, y’know, I’m not usually into dudes but I think I’d let him.”
Alex huffed a laugh and croaked out, “Sure.” Let Tracht do anything. Nick was smarter than Alex, but no way was he smarter than Tracht.
“You feeling up to talking? Careful, I might have to dose you again.”
Right. Be smarter. Tracht wouldn’t want Alex to blow it. He stopped struggling and simply lay there as the pins and needles in his limbs intensified.
“How’d you… drug me?” Alex asked, voice slurred and slow. “I saw you eat… eat the… the soup.”
“Yeah, I ate the first half of it. Then when you were throwing your tantrum about how you were totally never going to leave, I dropped the powder in.”
That’s why he’d been so insistent that Alex eat. And Alex, idiot that he was, had fallen for it. Again. He’d done exactly what he always did and let Nick pressure him into something.
“I actually was gonna get you off the station. We woulda been on a ship outta this solar system within a few hours. But then you had to go insisting that you’d rather stay a slave, and it just seemed like way too much trouble.”
Yeah. Fuck Nick. Fuck him so hard. Alex was going to have so much fun messing him up later. Even if Tracht didn’t do anything, Alex would track Nick down and break more than just his nose.
“I asked around a bit about him. Everybody who knew him was a bit scared. Hah! Nobody could tell me why when I asked. Oh, he didn’t do anything to them personally, just that he had an ‘aura.’ Pff. Scared little bitches, all of them.”
Nick kept blathering, and Alex’s body started feeling more normal. He thought he’d be able to sit up, but he kept still and imagined all the ways he could hurt Nick.
Then a knock came on the door.
Nick jumped up, giddy expression on his face. “Show time!”
He went to open the door, and held it open for Tracht to come inside.
Tracht had changed from the formal getup he’d been wearing for the party and was now back in his captain’s uniform, complete with heavy boots.
“Hey! You brought the money?” Nick asked in that voice he thought was charming but, as far as Alex was concerned, was actually really infuriating.
“Alex first,” Tracht responded in a bland tone. He stepped around Nick and came over to Alex.
“No, hey—!” Nick followed and grabbed Tracht’s shoulder to stop him. One glare from Tracht had him quickly letting go. “I mean, you can look, I guess. But I want the reward we agreed upon.”
“Hmm.”
Tracht leaned over Alex and casually touched his face. The cold expression slipped, and Alex saw Tracht taking in Alex’s form, his lips parting lightly and quirking into a small smile. His hand lingered on Alex’s jaw, warm and comforting, all while Alex was pretty sure Tracht was somehow getting off on this.
Then Tracht let his hand wander down to Alex’s arm and lifted it up. Alex held it for a second after Tracht let go, hoping Tracht would notice that Alex was recovered.
“You said you found him trying to escape?” Tracht asked, still looking Alex in the eyes.
“Yep. I remembered how things went down the last time, and I thought, wow, it would be super bad if he actually got away.” Nick got closer and loomed over Tracht’s shoulder.
Fear seeped into the pit of Alex’s stomach. “I didn’t—I didn’t try to—” but the drug was still numbing his mouth, making it hard to speak properly.
Nick shook his head theatrically. “Look at that. He’s denying it even now. I know he’s hard to control, but I’m pretty good at doing that.”
Alex saw red, and he tensed his muscles, ready to attack Nick. Tracht squeezed down hard on Alex’s arm though, and that was enough. Yeah. Just wait. He relaxed again.
“So how did you?”
“Huh?”
“How did you ‘control’ Alex to prevent his escape?” Tracht gave Alex’s arm one last squeeze and then turned around.
Nick looked surprised, but he was always good at making shit up on the go. “He was getting totally drunk. Trying to party it up before he got out of there. It was pretty easy to drag him into a hotel from there, especially since he still trusted me.”
“So Alex, who knows me very well, decided to go on a drinking spree that would impede his decision making, and then run off to a passenger ship off planet—the ships that rigorously screen their passengers and would never let a drunk man in a bondcollar on board? Alex did all of this, without a single thought to the consequences of me finding him?”
Nick laughed a bit and shrugged. “Yeah, he was never all that smart. But tell ya what. Once you’ve paid me the reward, I can give you a few pointers. You could keep me on retainer, to help you keep Alex in line. I’ve got experience with that.”
Tracht’s eyebrows shot up. “Am I understanding this correctly? You’d like to sell your brother to me, again?”
How had Alex ever thought that Nick was looking out for him? He couldn’t believe that Nick was using him like this, trying to make more money from Alex.
“No, no, I’m not selling Alex to you! I’m selling you a service, an upgrade! You already have Alex; I’ll get you the nice and compliant version of him.” Nick smiled his smarmy grin, the one he wore when he knew he was going to get his way.
“Interesting.” Tracht stood up and extended his hand to Nick, which Nick eagerly shook. “However, you neglected to consider one thing.”
“Huh? What?” Nick tried to pull his hand away, only Tracht kept his grip tight.
And then Tracht smiled. “Alex is already completely mine.”
Right, that was his cue. Alex stood and launched himself at Nick. He was still a little bit woozy, but it didn’t stop him from grabbing Nick’s shoulders tight. Tracht let go of Nick’s hand.
“What? I thought you were still out!” Nick wriggled his shoulders and tried to dislodge Alex, but Alex had always been stronger and had at least several pounds of muscles on his brother.
“Hey! Alex, bro! Let go!” Nick kicked Alex’s shin and jabbed his elbow into Alex’s stomach. The pain was enough to get Alex to loosen to his hold, so that Nick slipped free.
Nick tried to run for the door. Alex ignored the slight dizziness and tackled him to the ground, and then he had Nick pinned completely. He straddled Nick’s back and pulled his arms painfully high.
“Fuck! Alex, Alex, stop! I give up!”
Tracht came to stand in front of Nick’s head, and he tapped Nick’s face with his boot.
“How did you expect this to go down, Mr. Stone? I would pay you the ransom, and then you’d leave? If I took you up on your offer, you would travel on my ship with me and Alex?”
Nick tried to move his head away from the boot. “Sounds right. But hey, if you don’t like that, it’s cool. Just let me up, I’ll be out of your hair.”
“No. I really would like to understand this thought process of yours. What on earth possessed you to think this was a good idea?”
Alex pushed against Nick’s arms for good measure, and Nick yelped in pain. “Bro! Stop! I just—money’s been tight and a bunch of dudes are hot on my trail, okay? Figured I’d be safer on your ship, or at least I could use a payout to get the fuck out of here.”
“Hmm. What do you think, Alex? Should we just let him ‘get the fuck out of here’?” Tracht ran a hand over Alex’s hair casually. “Or should we play it like Mr. Messner? Like Mr. Parsons?”
Did Alex actually have a choice here? He thought about it. He didn’t want to let Nick go. Fuck Nick. Everything was Nick’s fault.
Playing it like Parsons—that would be watching Nick get whipped bloody. That would be hurting Nick and seeing him suffer and writhe in pain. The idea sent a visceral thrill through Alex.
But that was so simple. Nick getting beat up? Alex could do that himself.
Playing it like Messner—that would be Nick getting humiliated and degraded on the same level as Alex had been experiencing for the past few months. Nick could bounce back from pain—despite all of Alex’s efforts, Nick had occasionally still gotten hurt. But humiliation? That was something that would stick with Nick for a much, much longer time.
“Messner. Let’s do it like Messner,” Alex said.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Tracht smiled widely and reached into his pockets. He pulled out a pair of cuffs. “Restrain his arms, please.”
“Alex! Come on, there’s no need for this!” Nick wheedled. “I’m your brother!”
Alex snapped the cuffs around Nick’s wrists and jerked on them hard, making Nick cry out in pain. “Yeah, you’re my brother, you dick. So why’d you try to get me in trouble with Tracht?”
He got off Nick’s back and forced him up onto his knees. He was glad to note that there was no more prickling in his limbs.
Nick was still smiling, but he was nervous now, his eyes darting between Alex and Tracht.
“No, see, you’re doing really well for yourself. There’s no need to hold grudges. Share the wealth a bit!”
Tracht hmm’ed. “It’s strange. He looks like you, but I find him not nearly as compelling.” He leaned forward and traced Nick’s cheek, right on the spot where Alex’s scar was. “Maybe we should make him look more similar to you?”
Nick shook his head and shuffled sideways on his knees. “Woah, woah. No need for violence. We’re all friends here.”
“Do you have a knife?” Alex asked, while taking hold of Nick’s hair. He pulled backwards, exposing Nick’s throat, and he saw Nick’s eyes widen in fear.
Good.
Tracht sighed. “Unfortunately not. I never took the time to learn knifeplay. But I think we can still have some fun with him. Remove his clothes as far as the cuffs allow.”
“Wait, what?” Nick struggled while Alex pulled his shirt over his head and pushed it down to his cuffed wrists. Alex felt no remorse in “accidentally” knocking Nick around a bit, especially after Nick tried to get up and run again.
“Alex! Alex, stop! I’m your brother! Come on!”
Oh, fuck. Alex’s face heated up and he felt his cock try to chub up in its cage. Hearing Nick begging, finally having Nick off-guard and out of control was way hotter than it had any right to be. Nick was his twin.
“Hurry up, Alex,” Tracht said, but there was amusement in his voice. And—yeah, he was getting hot for it, too.
Alex pulled Nick’s shoes and pants off. He left the socks, just to make Nick look extra ridiculous.
Huh. Nick’s body really was a lot skinnier than Alex’s. They were twins, but they didn’t have all that much in common anymore. No way would anybody ever confuse skinny, flabby Nick with Alex, that was for sure. His stomach even had a little bit of a paunch to it. He was hairy too, his pubes not even trimmed.
Tracht picked up Nick’s discarded belt. “Mr. Stone—no, that’s going to get too confusing. Nicholas. I think it’s high time you learned that you aren’t quite as charismatic or smart as you think you are.”
“Woah, woah, what the fuck are you doing with that?” Nick tried to crawl away again, but Alex grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to stay up on his knees.
He didn’t expect Tracht to slap Nick. The sound cracked loudly in the silence, followed by Nick whimpering.
“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.
“Good boy,” Alex said, and then he chortled a laugh. Tracht smiled at him too, which gave Alex a warm feeling in his chest.
“That’s a dog who wants to be petted,” Tracht said, and then he motioned to Alex. “Please, go ahead.”
Nick whimpered when Alex approached. God. He’d seen Nick naked plenty of times, but outside of the few times they’d slept with the same chick, Alex really hadn’t ever done anything this nasty with him. It should have bothered him more, but then Tracht touched Alex’s hair, and all his worries fell away.
Alex pressed his hands to Nick’s belly and stroked him a bit. It was kind of boring, even with how Nick clearly wanted to tell Alex to fuck off. Then he remembered something really evil.
He started tickling.
It was so, so satisfying to hear Nick howl and laugh, and then he started gasping out actual words—“No, stop! Alex, please!”
He writhed and tried to curl in on himself to stop Alex’s hands from getting him. Tracht grabbed Nick’s knee to keep him from moving, and then said, “Were those words?”
“They were definitely words,” Alex confirmed. He stopped tickling and took hold of Nick’s other leg, forcing it away from his body.
“No! I didn’t mean to! Uh, woof! Bark! Woof woof!” Nick yelled, and that got Alex and Tracht both laughing.
“Actions have consequences, Nicholas,” Tracht said, and then he slammed his foot into Nick’s dick.
Nick screeched in pain and started crying. Alex would have been sympathetic, except he’d had Tracht’s foot on his cock before, he knew what it felt like, and it still wasn’t enough to make up for all the shit Nick had put Alex through.
Alex got up and went to Tracht side to kiss him, and they made out for a bit while Nick whimpered and recovered.
“Roll over again. Onto your knees, puppy,” Tracht ordered when it seemed like Nick could hear them.
It took Nick a few tries, still gasping and wincing through the pain, his dick hanging limp and red. But he got onto his knees and balanced with his thighs awkwardly spread.
How pathetic.
Tracht grabbed Nick’s unkempt hair and pulled back hard.
“Now, I think a good puppy would want to make his masters happy. A good puppy is going to suck on his master’s cock and be grateful.”
Nick sobbed and parted his mouth, but only just. Nowhere near enough for a cock to slide in there.
Tracht tsk’ed and dug his fingers into the corners of Nick’s jaw, and soon Nick’s mouth opened wide, followed by a cry of distress.
Alex picked up the end of the belt. He pushed his own fingers into Nick’s mouth and ran them around there, a copy of what Nick had done earlier. He tugged a bit on one of the back molars too, and Nick must have realized what Alex was alluding to because he whimpered and started shaking.
“Better make it good,” Alex said with a sneer. He withdrew his fingers and wiped them clean on Nick’s face. He looked over at Tracht. “Can I—”
“Be my guest.” Tracht kept a hold on Nick’s jaw to keep it in place, and again Nick whined, like it was going to get him out of this.
Alex looped the end of the belt around his wrist a few times, shortening the length of it, and then forced his cock into his brother’s mouth.
“I would advise against biting, Nicholas. I am incredibly fond of your brother’s cock,” Tracht said. He was still holding on to Nick’s hair, still had his hand on his chin. Then he started guiding Nick, pushing him further onto Alex’s cock, and that was hotter than it had any right to be.
“Do I—” Alex thrust forward and reveled in the warmth of Nick’s mouth, “—do I look like this when you do it to me?”
Tracht let go of Nick and brought a hand up to Alex’s face, to Alex’s scar. It was hard to keep his eyes open, but he had to, he had to see Tracht.
“Superficially. But you are so, so much more attractive, Alex.” Tracht kissed Alex then, hard and possessive, and Alex kissed him back. God. He barely even noticed Nick on his dick anymore in the face of that, except Nick tried to slide away, and that definitely wouldn’t do. Alex pulled on the belt and liked the panicked sound Nick made. He loved the way Nick’s throat convulsed around his cock.
“You need to—” Alex let up so that Nick could breathe. “Can you take his ass? I want to see you.”
“Yes, of course. Let’s get him on the bed.”
Alex lamented having to ease out of Nick’s mouth entirely. Naturally, Nick’s face was red and his eyes puffy with tears. His mouth parted lightly, and Alex thought Nick wanted to beg his way out of it, but one look at Tracht curbed that.
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.”
Alex froze, and Tracht laughed loudly, cruelly.
“I would love to see you try, Nicholas. You’re a petty conman with no real connections, while I’m a wealthy, respected member of the community with the backing of the most influential family on Cadmus.”
“Yeah, but—”
“You never fucking quit, do you?” Alex growled. He stalked back and gave the belt, still around Nick’s neck, another harsh tug. There would be marks around Nick’s neck for days. “Just give up. You really are a pathetic little dog. Go on, bark.”
Fear flashed across Nick’s face, and he quickly said, “Woof, woof.”
Alex spat on him and then headed back to Tracht. “Now leave us the fuck alone.”
Then they left, Tracht smirking, and in the elevator Alex couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“That was—wow. Like, wow. Tracht, did you see Nick? He was scared of me! And he didn’t really fight, he just rolled over like the stupid little dog you said he was.”
“Mm, you pull off terrifying very well. Nicholas lacks your beautiful spirit.” Tracht leaned in close and nibbled on Alex’s ear. “I do have one question, Alex.”
“Huh? What?”
“How did he drug you?”
Crap. Alex tensed a bit and thought about lying, but it just wasn’t worth it. “He pressured me into eating something he’d spiked.”
“We’ll have to punish you for eating. Not tonight, I’m too tired now. But maybe we can get you drugged up again, lying incapacitated, unable to even flinch when I touch you…” Tracht kept kissing Alex for the rest of the elevator ride, telling him all the horrible things he wanted to do in the future.
Alex was just glad Tracht preferred him over Nick.