With a perfunctory knock, Val opened the office door and ushered Mackie through. The boss was seated behind his desk as usual. Quinn graced his lap, again per usual. Harry occupied one of the visitor’s chairs, while Duncan lounged on the couch. The cop was looking more and more at home at the club. A slender, impeccably groomed and handsome Latino sat next to the cop. His tension was obvious in the set of his shoulders and the way his gaze darted suspiciously at them.
The moment his eyes fixed on Mackie, however, his expression softened. He rose gracefully and focused his attention only on Mackie. “Amazing. It is as they say. You’re cured.”
Before Mackie could reply, Val dropped his hand in order to pull him into a tight sideways embrace. “Before I permit you to question my boy, I want assurances as to your commitment to keeping our secret.”
The doctor’s pretty brown eyes narrowed. “Your permission? Your boy?” He looked at Duncan. “What the fuck, Sergeant? You said nothing about these beings taking control over humans.”
Duncan rolled his eyes and sighed. “It’s not like that. It’s some kind of kinky thing they’re into. For Christ’s sake, Val, explain it to him before this meeting gives me any more heartburn than it already is.”
Mackie decided that now would be a good time to step in. If Val didn’t like it, well…he could take it out on Mackie’s hide later. Which, when he thought about it, made the whole thing that much more appealing.
“Val’s my Dom…Dr. Paz, is it?” Mackie smiled brightly at the man, putting a little coquettishness into it. He knew how to work a man, and damn if the doctor’s expression didn’t get that kind of glassy-eyed look Mackie had seen on plenty of men’s faces before.
“We’re into the BDSM lifestyle. I’m sure you’ve heard of it,” he clarified.
Paz nodded. “Yes, of course.” He coughed. “I suppose I have.”
“It has nothing to do with Val being an alien. That’s just a weird perk.” He shrugged helplessly and leaned against Val to show how comfortable he was with his big, bad, Mohawked alien-vampire lover.
The doctor’s eyes took in the entire scene. After a few seconds, he nodded. “I understand, although I still want to make sure that you are all right. I can’t do that if I think you’re under this man’s control. I need honest answers from you.”
“I get it. Come on, Val. Try to drop the grim factor down a few notches and let’s go sit.”
Val merely grunted, but he also did as Mackie asked. He dragged him over to a visitor’s chair and plopped them both into it. Or, rather, Val’s ass hit the chair while Mackie’s hit Val’s lap. He didn’t mind in the least. Cozying up to the big guy’s chest, Mackie smiled brightly at the doctor.
“Please ask me any questions you’d like.”
“Thank you.” The doctor returned to his seat. “But, to reassure your…um, everyone, I am committed to helping your cause. Sergeant Duncan has told me a fantastic tale, and I can’t deny the evidence of my own eyes. I am first and foremost a scientist, so I’m willing to keep my knowledge to myself if I have access to the kind of information you have that would help my people. Humans,” he clarified, as if anyone had any doubt as to his meaning.
“You would also have a hard time getting anyone to believe you,” Val pointed out. “Duncan came to that conclusion a few months ago.”
The doctor stiffened. “Yes, there is that. I have a couple of samples of strange synthetic substances and that’s all. My one living patient from the drug poisoning is uncooperative and has taken himself out of my care.”
“Sorry,” Mackie said with a shrug.
“He’s also unwilling to press charges against the guy who spiked him with it,” Duncan chimed in.
“I’ve had a talk with Mr. Warren,” Alex said. “I can assure you he is most contrite. There is nothing you could do to him that would be worse than his own self-recriminations.” He flashed his teeth. “Of course, it might have been me who put the fear of God into him, as you humans would say.”
Mackie heard and felt a faint rumble from Val’s chest that might have been a chuckle. He’d told Mackie that Warren had been banned from the club. When pressed, he’d also assured him that Val hadn’t hurt a hair on the man’s head. Nothing had been said about Alex, however.
Mackie turned suspicious eyes on Alex. “He’s still alive, isn’t he?”
“Of course, dear boy. I merely conveyed a heartfelt message from Val, who didn’t want to leave your side, naturally. I believe Warren has decided to seek life and pleasure elsewhere. He won’t be found in the Boston area ever again.”
“Huh.” Mackie decided that, all things considered, he could live with that answer, although in truth the man’s stupid actions had inadvertently given Mackie his heart’s desire. He turned his attention back to Paz. “So, what would you like to know, sir?”
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine, thanks. Great, actually.”
“Because of the alien blood you’ve been drinking?”
“Yes, sir. That’s what Harry and Val tell me, anyway.”
“No more hallucinations or feelings of grandeur?”
“I don’t think I can fly, if that’s what you mean.”
The doctor smiled. “Yes, I mean things like that.”
He was gorgeous. Mackie thought he caught a gay vibe and wondered who at the club might be a good match for him. Now that Mackie had found his happily ever after, he wanted it for everyone.
The doctor shifted his focus to Harry. “Can you explain to me what drinking your species’ blood did to counteract the drug?”
Harry didn’t answer right away. He looked at Alex instead, an unspoken reassurance to proceed. Alex inclined his head. “The idea of feeding Mackie was Val’s. He did it on instinct, to be frank. It was my newly-manufactured drug that stopped the damage being done by the one Mackie had ingested. I hadn’t worked out how, if at all, I could reverse the effects. What Val did was continue the process in a natural way that we have found to be relatively safe for humans.”
“I’m afraid you’ve lost me already,” the doctor confessed.
“He’s changing me.” Mackie blurted out the information, then shrank against Val as he worried he’d gone too far. Val gave him a reassuring pat on the arm.
Paz. “Into what?”
“It’s difficult to put a label on it,” Harry said.
“Please try.”
“His body is changing into something that will be ostensibly human, yet with influences from our species.”
“Meaning it does…what?”
“It will lengthen his life span, for example.”
“And?” Unlike Duncan, the doctor was not going to accept easy or incomplete answers.
“It will allow Mackie to gestate Val’s male offspring.”
The room went totally silent as Paz and Duncan absorbed that information. Mackie caught Quinn’s eye and they shared a grin. On a purely juvenile level, this consorting with aliens was wicked awesome.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” the cop finally said. “Demi.”
Harry nodded. “Just so.”
Duncan scrubbed his face. “Fuck me, as if this whole thing couldn’t get any weirder.”
Paz frowned. “Who is Demi?”
“My son,” Harry answered simply, then stood. “Dr. Paz, why don’t you come and see my lab? I’ll be happy to show you how I came up with the countering agent. If there are any more poisonings, we want you to be able to claim you made the breakthrough on your own.”
The doctor stood as well. “I actually have nothing against that plan. I want to protect my people from this scourge.” He looked around the room. “Gentlemen, your secret is safe with me for now. But my cooperation is predicated on your being the good guys in all of this.”
“And, so we are,” Alex reassured him. “Proof of that starts by giving you access to Harry’s work. We are mindful of how hard it is for you—both of you,” he added with a nod toward Duncan, “to keep this secret from your peop
le. Others of your kind have allied with us before you, and we sincerely hope you will be the last.”
With an uneasy detente created, Harry led the doctor out.
Duncan got up. “I guess I’ll be going. I still have a pissed-off lieutenant and partner to deal with. We’re trying to make sure all the drug’s gone, too. We haven’t found another stash and there have been no new cases of drug use. Fingers crossed that those two goons have left for good.”
Mackie cocked his head to look at Val. “They must have run off, right? Would they stick around to make more trouble?”
Val ran his hand up Mackie’s arm in reassurance. “They’ve likely gone home to their father to lick their wounds and make excuses for their failure. They won’t stay away forever, though.”
“What will they do now?” Mackie asked before Duncan could.
“That, dearest boy, is an excellent question,” Alex replied. “I wish I could give you an answer. Dracul’s next play is anyone’s guess.”
“We’ll be ready for him, no matter what, though,” Val said. “Please don’t worry.”
“I won’t.” Mackie relaxed against Val’s broad chest. That was the good thing about having a Dom. Worrying was Val’s job.
* * * *
They walked to the playroom without speaking. Val cupped the back of Mackie’s neck, controlling him with a light pressure, reassuring him in the same way. If Mackie’s dick hadn’t been locked in a plastic cage, it would have hardened from that contact and the anticipation of what was to come. As it was, he’d already started his descent into subspace. He knew Val would take care of him.
Val guided him into the room, placing the lights on low and shutting the door quietly behind them. It felt as if they were alone in more than simply in the playspace. It was as if no one else existed at all, only the two of them. Mackie emptied his mind of all thoughts of war and enemies. At that moment, the world consisted of his Dom and how to please him.
“Take off your clothing and go stand facing the wheel.” Val’s order was softly spoken, yet the power behind it raised goosebumps on Mackie’s skin.
He carefully did his Dom’s bidding, slowly removing each article and placing them neatly on a nearby table. His natural impulse to be a brat was suppressed for this scene. It was a solemn occasion, a reaffirmation of their relationship. Mackie was determined to be the best sub he could be. There would be time later to bait his Dom. They had a whole lifetime together. Many, actually, given the way Val’s blood was changing his body.
He walked over to the wheel attached to the wall. The many straps and handles allowed for different types of play. What did Val have in mind? An unexpected swat to his butt made him squeak.
“You’re thinking. Stop that. Here and now, that is my job. Yours is to obey.”
“Yes, Master.” Mackie hid a smile behind a proper response. He couldn’t help it—and got another, harder smack for his efforts.
“You’re not taking this seriously enough, boy. I will remedy that. No more talking.”
Val took control over Mackie’s body. He raised each of Mackie’s arms and buckled his wrists to the wheel. The height of the confinement forced Mackie onto the very tips of his toes. The strain didn’t last long because Val then placed Mackie’s feet on the padded footplates that elevated him to compensate for their height difference. Val tightened the strap to stretch Mackie’s arms more, though, before securing his ankles. He didn’t attach the chest harness, however, so there would be no being hung upside down. Mackie was a little disappointed. The head rush was awesome, although right side up usually meant being fucked from behind, so there was that to look forward to.
Val pinched a bit of Mackie’s ass hard enough to make Mackie whimper. “What did I say about thinking?”
Mackie took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. He cleared his head the way Val wanted him to and focused on listening to his Dom’s commands.
No more came. Instead, Val went about manipulating Mackie’s body however he wanted. He left for a few moments and came back with a lubed butt plug that he shoved up Mackie’s ass without warning or prep. Mackie swayed against the sudden burn and took deep, shuddering breaths as he adjusted to the painful invasion.
“That’s to get you ready for my cock later.”
Those words made Mackie’s hole clench. He shuddered deliciously, too. That’s all he allowed himself to do, mindful of his Dom’s admonition to stay in the moment.
“I’m not going to strap it in place because I know you’ll keep it inside. If you don’t, that will be the only thing you’ll feel in your ass for a week. Understand?”
Mackie nodded and clenched again to make sure the plug stayed lodged. Val rewarded him with a soothing pat on the ass and murmured, “Good boy.”
Next came a ball gag, the hard, round of rubber stretching his lips wide. The second Val had that strapped around Mackie’s head, he slipped a piece of red cloth in one of Mackie’s hands. There was no need to explain why. Mackie gripped the fabric, but he was also determined not to let it go.
“We’re going to start this new chapter in our lives with a new lesson on trust. I’m going to take everything from you—voice, sight and hearing. You will be mine to do with as I please. There is only one way you can stop me, as you well know.”
There was no question in any of that, so Mackie made no response. He merely stood pliantly as Val slipped a blindfold over his eyes and headphones over his ears. Mackie stood in the silent dark world that his Dom had created for him, waiting for…he didn’t know what.
Until the first blow struck.
It was more of a whisper than anything with real heat. Val wanted to warm up. He’d left Mackie utterly helpless and the sight of it sent Val’s own arousal flying high. Such a beautiful sight—his boy bound, gagged and rendered senseless. Val could stand there all day simply looking—or touching. His fingers itched with the need to caress all that soft, warm human skin. His dick would gladly drill it for hours.
But being a Dom meant caring for his sub. Mackie needed and deserved his own pleasure. Val knew what would work best to achieve that state for the boy. He had his best floggers in hand, using the suede tails of one to tease Mackie’s ass. The soft swishing back and forth against the skin would be driving Mackie both crazy and into the first level of subspace—or the second level, given that the boy’s cock clearly strained within its confines. It was heady stuff knowing that even the promise of play was enough to do that.
He flicked the flogger a few times across each side of the ass before settling into a figure eight. He warmed the globes of Mackie’s ass to a pretty pink hue before adding the second flogger into the mix. Val loved the rhythm of the difficult Florentine technique, finding it hypnotic and helping him achieve his top space quickly. Having played with Mackie many times, he knew as well when to increase the speed and hit with more force. His boy could take a lot. With his senses temporarily robbed, the only thing Mackie would have to focus on were the strikes against his ass.
Val didn’t want his sub getting too settled, however. He started delivering a stinging blow every so often. The force of it sent the boy rocking forward within his bonds and crying out through his gag. Val checked Mackie’s hand, and while the boy’s fingers clenched and loosened a few times, he didn’t drop the piece of cloth.
“That’s my boy.” He said the words to himself as Mackie couldn’t hear. Val’s balls ached and his dick begged for release. He ignored them both.
Patience would be a sweet reward. Fucking Mackie too soon was indulgent. Val had more discipline than that. Mackie counted on him to. He would keep building the pleasure so that when release finally came, it would be that much more amazing.
He continued with the flogging, careful to keep his arms moving in sync. Mackie’s ass had turned bright red and bruises would form from the beating. Val would enjoy seeing them for days to come, and he knew from past experience how Mackie would delight in preening before a mirror to watch how the color of the marks
would change as they healed. Every man in the club would know that Mackie belonged to Val.
The thought of other men staring at his boy caused a sudden fury to rise within him. Mackie was his. No man should ever touch him again. The mere thought of someone like Warren pawing at Mackie’s beautiful ass made Val’s fangs descend. He landed a viciously hard blow on one cheek. Mackie screamed and arched against his bindings. Still, he clutched at the cloth.
Val tossed the floggers down, playtime being over for him. He ripped his jeans open and freed his cock. It pulsed against his hand, even as Val grabbed the plug in Mackie’s hole and yanked it out. He replaced it with his dick in one, long thrust. Mackie again cried out and stiffened before a shudder racked his body from head to toe.
After wrapping his arm around his boy’s waist, Val pulled the headphones off. “You are mine,” he growled. “No one will ever have this ass again. I will kill anyone who dares touch it.”
He punctuated his claim and his threat with short, hard jabs of his dick. He scraped his fingers along Mackie’s silky abdomen, brushing against the hard plastic of the cock cage. He growled again before tearing the thing off. A hot, hard cock sprang forward.
“This is also mine.” He squeezed until Mackie screamed and pounded his forehead against the padded wheel. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you.”
With that warning issued, Val concentrated on his own pleasure. He closed his eyes and reveled in the way Mackie’s tight channel gripped his shaft. He pulled out slowly, letting the tissues try to keep him in. He stopped at the point in which the head of his dick stretched Mackie’s puckered hole. He held it there, knowing that he strained the limits of the human’s flesh. Then he plunged it back in up to his balls.
He fucked his boy in earnest, working up to a pace that skirted the edge of what a human body could absorb. His pelvis smacked against the heated globes. The tactile reminder of the beating increased Val’s arousal. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Glancing once more at Mackie’s hand, Val bent his head. The throbbing beat of Mackie’s heart called to him. The pulsing at the base of the boy’s throat taunted him.
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