Bobby Byrd - Lone Star Noir

Lunch that day consisted of two-thirds of a bottle of Talisker and a couple of cigars. When Jared awoke from a Scotch-induced nap, it was nearly five. Though his tongue felt furry and his head ached, he finished the bottle of Scotch and smoked another cigar. All he could think about was paying Leitner back for firing him.

But how?

When the doorbell rang around five-thirty Jared stumbled to the door. He peered out the peephole and couldn’t believe it. Martin Leitner was standing there.

What the fuck ?

His head suddenly clearer, Jared opened the door and stepped back. Leitner walked into the room and turned, waiting for Jared to shut the door.

“Good evening, sir,” Leitner said, staring down at his feet. “I trust you will overlook this intrusion, sir, but I think we must talk.”

“You’re damn right we should talk, you fucking German pig.” Jared felt his blood pressure rising.

“Yes, sir,” Leitner said, his head still down. “I understand your anger, sir, but I will do my best to explain.”

Jared walked into the living room to his leather armchair. He pointed to the sofa as he sat. “You can sit there, pig.”

“Thank you, sir.” Leitner sat. For the first time he raised his eyes to meet Jared’s.

Jared tried to read the man’s expression but failed. His words were submissive, but something about that gaze wasn’t.

A memory from earlier in the week surfaced. “I saw you in the garage here on Monday morning. What were you doing here?”

“I have rented a flat in this building, sir. Before we met on Friday, of course. I did not know you lived here too, sir, until today.” Leitner smiled. “Purely a coincidence-but perhaps a convenient one.”

Convenient for me to beat the hell out of your ass again, Jared thought.

“Why the fuck did you fire me?” Jared had to keep control, show the German who was master here.

“I regret, sir, I had no choice.” Leitner regarded his host coolly.

“What does that mean? You fired me because we had sex.”

Leitner shrugged. “In a way, yes, sir. But it is more complicated than that.”

“How so?” How could it be more complicated? “Explain it to me, asswipe.”

“Yes, sir, I will. Your assistant, Peter, he has betrayed you, but I am sure you were not aware of this.”

“That little cock-sucking queen.” Jared thought for a moment the top of his head would come off. Then he realized he still didn’t quite understand. “Betrayed me? How?”

“He has a video of the two of us and the time we spent together last weekend.”

“So he hid a camera in the playroom.” Jared felt stupid. He never should have trusted Peter, let him come into the apartment on his own. “I fucked myself.”

The German nodded. “It was all rather easy, I gather, sir. He came to me on Thursday with the video. He said he is prepared to send it to the entire board of directors and the CEOs of all the divisional offices.”

“He wants my job, doesn’t he?” Jared stared hard at his guest.

“I suppose so, sir. His main intention seemed to be to make you lose your job. He hates you, sir.” Leitner regarded him, his expression blank.

“He’ll hate me even more when I get through with him,” Jared said.

“Just so. Sir.” Leitner smiled, and Jared felt a chill along his spine. “I have arranged for Peter to arrive here in about thirty minutes. He thinks that he is going to help me overpower you so that we can take you into your playroom and treat you the way you treat your bottoms. He is quite excited by the thought of this.”

“But that’s not going to happen.” Jared was going to beat Peter raw and bloody.

“No, sir, it is not.” Leitner gave that cold smile again. “Peter is the one who will suffer.” He pulled a palm-sized camera from one of his pockets. “I will record it all, and Peter will be neutralized.”

“Why are you willing to go along with this?”

“I will submit to men such as you. It is my choice, and I would do it again. But no one blackmails me.” The flat tone was menacing.

“You think there’s any chance of me getting my job back after all this?” Jared didn’t dare hope, but perhaps Leitner could make it happen with Peter out of the way.

“We shall see, sir.” Leitner rubbed his crotch while staring right into Jared’s eyes. Jared could see the outline of the German’s cock through his tight jeans. “I am sure you can convince me somehow.”

Did Leitner expect him to be the bottom next time?

Fuck that .

Jared had two more shots of Scotch. Leitner turned down any offer of drink. Jared left him alone in the living room for a few minutes while he changed into his leather gear.

By the time a smirking Peter arrived shortly after six, Jared felt like he was vibrating with rage. The moment Peter was inside the apartment, Jared grabbed him around the neck and twisted his right arm behind his back. Peter squealed loudly. Then he yelled at Leitner to help him.

Leitner didn’t respond.

Jared picked Peter up and carried him, kicking and protesting, into the playroom. Leitner followed.

Inside the playroom Jared threw Peter on the floor and kicked him twice in the side. Peter screamed and appealed again to Leitner for help.

Leitner stood over Peter. “You are getting what you deserve, you fucking little cunt.” He reached down and slapped Peter hard across the face.

Peter stopped making noise. He lay mute, terrified.

Jared, with Leitner’s help, stripped a now-docile Peter and put him in the sling. They slid restraints on his wrists and ankles, and Jared forced a ball gag into his mouth. A big one that would make it difficult for Peter to do more than grunt. Leitner suggested a hood. Jared found a latex one with holes only for the nostrils. He forced Peter’s head into it.

Jared stood back and gloated at the sight of his former assistant, now completely helpless. This was going to be one fucking awesome scene. By the time he and Leitner finished with Peter, the little bitch would be lucky if he could crawl out of Jared’s apartment.

“Be right back,” Jared said in a low voice to Leitner.

The German nodded. He was doing something with his camera, and Jared left him to it.

Jared opened a new bottle of Scotch and took it back to the playroom. He also helped himself to a fresh cigar. After three swigs of Scotch, he set the bottle out of the way. He was ready.

Exhaling smoke, he set to work. Soon he was flying high. The more Peter writhed in pain, grunting like the pig he was, the harder Jared played him.

Jared was dimly aware that Leitner was always nearby, moving around the room as he filmed. But little else intruded into his concentration on Peter.

Finally Jared had to take a break. He needed a fresh cigar, for one thing, and water. He had sweat so much he was dehydrated.

“Back in a minute.”

Peter lay mute in the sling, one leg twitching a little. Faint moans came through the latex hood.

Jared stumbled into the kitchen as he came down from the extended high. His hand trembled while he filled a glass with water. He gulped down two of them and felt a little better.

Back in the playroom he decided he wasn’t ready for another cigar yet. His mouth tasted like ash. Feeling his energy coming back, he wanted to go another round with Peter. He had more to do to him. A lot more.

But first he wanted another Scotch. Might as well finish off the bottle. Leitner stood by, camera poised and ready.

Jared grabbed the bottle, about a third full, and chugged it down.

Tastes a bit odd , he thought. I’ve been smoking too much .

He dropped the empty bottle on the floor and moved back to the sling. Glancing down at Peter, he realized something was wrong.