by D. J. Manly
Ryan got up off the bed and took a step towards him.
Tyler held up his hand. “Hold on. Remember, I said that I was calling the shots tonight. You can’t touch me until I say so.”
“Aw, come on, Tyler,” Ryan pretended to pout as Pete laughed unnecessarily.
“You heard me,” Tyler said. “Get naked, you too, Pete.” He watched as they took off their clothes, wetting his lips. The ID had done its job. His sex practically jumped out of his pants as he wiggled out of them. He wanted to do everything; or rather he wanted everything done to him.
He ran his gaze over the two naked males in front of him now. He concentrated on Ryan’s erect eight inches for a second. Overall, they were both good looking enough, but they were on the skinny side and not nearly male enough. But tonight, they’d have to do.
“Alright,” Tyler said softly. “I want you to tie me up. I want you to torment me. I want you to…”
Ryan began to laugh. “Tie you up. Come on, Tyler. Not this fantasy stuff again. I just want to…”
Tyler sighed in frustration. “You’re ruining it. You’re ruining the mood, Ryan.”
Pete stepped forward, undoing his long blond hair. “I’ll tie you up, if that’s what you want. With what?”
“There’s some rope in the closet,” Tyler said breathlessly, his cock starting to twitch.
Pete went to the closet.
Ryan was beginning to masturbate.
“Don’t,” Tyler said. “Stay hard. Not yet.”
Ryan sighed and placed his hands in the air.
Pete produced the rope, looking uncertain. “Where, where do you want me to…?”
“Arrrgggg…” Tyler cried. “Don’t you have any imagination, stupid? Pretend you surprised me. You came into my room and you intend to rape me. Pretend you are invaders from the planet of the damned. Vampires.”
Ryan lay down on the bed now, groaning. “Vampires again? Tyler, there are no vampires on the planet of the…on C-thirty five…it’s a myth. Damn it, I’m horny. Just come over here and fuck me. I don’t want to play any games, okay?”
Pete came forward with the rope. He deepened his voice. “I’m an invader and I plan to rape you,” he said. “I want to suck your blood,” he cried out.
He looked ridiculous with his teeth protruding over his jaw. They all burst into laughter.
Tyler shook his head. “Forget it. This isn’t going to work. You guys aren’t man enough for it.”
“What do you mean, not man enough?” Ryan sat up now, still hard as rock.
Pete looked hurt.
“I’ll show you, damn it,” Tyler said, coming over and yanking him upright. “Give me the rope, Pete,” he demanded.
Pete handed him the rope.
“Help me. We’re going to tie him up. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“What…what are you going to do?” Ryan stammered.
“Shut up, bitch,” Tyler told him. “Get me something to plug up his mouth,” he told Pete.
Pete picked up Tyler’s shirt off the floor and handed it to him.
“No way. I don’t want him drooling all over my good cock-hunting shirt. Give me yours,” he said to Pete.
After stuffing his mouth, Tyler and Pete tied both his hands over his head and secured them to the steel curtain rod on top of the window. Ryan stood there stretched upward, his nipples hard, his erection standing straight up in the air. He looked petrified.
Damn it. This was his birthday, but it looked like Ryan was going to have all the fun. How he longed for a man…a real man, who wasn’t afraid to make him his completely. He had dreamt of it. And by the looks of it, he would have to go on dreaming.
He began to play with Ryan’s nipples, pinching them and rolling them hard with his thumb and his finger. “Pete, you work on that ass of his. I want you to give him an orgasm without even touching his cock.”
“How can I do that?” Pete asked, getting behind Ryan and squeezing his buttocks.
Tyler continued to work on Ryan’s nipples as he uttered a muffled protest behind the gag.
“With your finger, stupid,” Tyler sighed, giving Ryan’s big cock a good slap. “After that, we are going to take turns fucking him, how does that suit you, Pete?” Tyler smiled.
Pete smiled back. “Suits me fine.”
“What about you, my fine slut?” Tyler demanded, fondling his testicles. “Do you like the thought of being ridden all night?”
Ryan smiled through his gag.
* * * *
By the time the sun had risen in the sky, Ryan and Pete were back at home and he was in his bed. He was feeling as he always did after sex, deeply unfulfilled. It wasn’t the first time he had asked his friends to role play with him. They just didn’t get it.
He sighed, stretching his tired body in the bed. In his mind, he pictured a tall, dark haired man. Although, he couldn’t see his face clearly, he knew it was beautiful. And his body was hard and muscular, his skin bronze, his cock big and thick. He was trembling with lust. His body was on fire.
“You are mine,” a deep voice whispered to him.
“Yes, yes,” he breathed. “I’ve always been yours. You’ve been in my dreams forever.”
And although he couldn’t see him, he felt him. He felt his hands move roughly over his flesh, felt him being pushed to his knees. His hands were folded behind his head. He was completely naked, completely at his mercy.
He moaned. “What are you going to do to me?”
There was no response. His eyelids fluttered closed. He saw eyes flashing red. He was asleep.
He awoke feeling restless. He knew his mother was going to question him about what he did last night. Lately, he had the feeling that his mother and grandfather were more curious about him than normal. He didn’t like it.
“You must develop an interest in the company,” his grandfather told him before he had left last night. “It is your legacy.”
“I will,” he had protested. “I’m too young.”
“You’re nineteen,” his mother volunteered. “You have to do something with your life besides run around with Ryan and Pete all the time. We don’t intend for your education to be wasted.”
As Tyler put on his clothes this morning, he was thinking of that conversation. He knew the day was coming when he was going to be stuck in that stuffy office at The Ruby Miracle Cooperation. He intended to hold off on that for as long as he could.
MANBAR: 10:30 P.M.
“What in hell have you been drinking, Tyler?” Ryan asked him as they danced together on the dance floor.
Tyler was acting like a real slut tonight. He had taken off his shirt, rouged up his nipples to high heaven and wiggled himself into red leather pants that left nothing to the imagination.
Tyler laughed, running his hands over his nipples to make them stand out more. “What’s wrong. Ryan, are you feeling self conscious because those men over there are looking at me as if they want to eat me?”
“You’re streaking rouge all down your chest,” Ryan said, clicking his tongue.
“Want to lick it off?” Tyler invited. “It’s cherry flavoured.”
Ryan laughed. “Frankly, yes, I do but…you didn’t answer the question. What are you drinking?”
Tyler tossed back his curly dark hair that he had highlighted with silver glitter. He opened the palm of his hand to reveal the cylinder.
Ryan gasped. “You had some more of that?”
“I have lots of it,” Tyler replied with a grin. “I’m ready to be the biggest slut you ever saw but I have to find a man who’s up to the task.”
Ryan came closer, “Tyler, I…”
“Not you,” he pushed at him. “You’re not what I need.”
“Fine,” Ryan quipped. “You shouldn’t be doing that stuff here. The sky police…”
“Screw those little worms. I need it. I had a shit day.”
“What happened?”
“Mother and Grandpops,” he spat. “They are on me about
my future and my legacy. I don’t want to talk about it.” He had had a wicked fight with both of them before coming here.
“Tyler, you know that sooner or later…” Ryan began.
“Oh, not you too,” Tyler sighed. He looked around. “There, that one. I’m taking that one,” he announced, marching over to a big tall man with sandy blond hair. He wasn’t exactly what one would call a hunk, but he would do.
“Hey,” he said, gazing at him, “want to come for a ride in my dream machine?” he asked him, eyeing the substantial package in his pants. “I have candy,” he whispered, close to his cheek, giving him a peek of the ID.
The man stood up. “Umm, that’s not the only candy I see,” he murmured.
Tyler laughed.
* * * *
Ryan and Pete stood watching the scene unfold. They’d seen Tyler behave like this before. It was always after having a fight with his family. They wouldn’t try to stop him because it was useless. He would go off with some man, fuck his brains out, and not remember any of it the next day. They both knew that if he wasn’t high, he wouldn’t have looked twice at this one.
SKY POLICE HEAD QUARTERS: MIDNIGHT
Bryce sighed as Captain Smart took the electrodes off his head and laid the Information Input Machine on the desk.
“So, what do you think, Commander?” he asked him, meeting his gaze.
“I think that’s a shit-load of information for my brain to handle in one session,” he growled, standing up and stretching his long legs.
* * * *
He wiggled a bit on the chair as he watched him, adjusting his cock with his hand. If “hot flashes” weren’t supposed to just be for women, he would have thought he was having them. What a shame this man had been hidden away on that wasteland of a planet of his. He was something to behold.
For the last two hours he had been trying to get his attention by brushing up against him and meeting his eyes. He was all business.
“We tried to include as much information about Tyler Rose as possible,” he told him as Bryce went to sit behind the desk again.
“I noticed,” he said deeply, “but was it necessary to show me photos of his sixth birthday party?”
“It is important that you get the entire picture, Sir,” he said, coming to stand closer to him. He placed a hand on his bicep and massaged it slowly.
He blinked and looked up at him. “Captain, are you trying to seduce me?” he asked him, meeting his eyes.
He tried to look innocent. “Well, I…no…I…”
* * * *
He was no mood. Over the last few hours, he had transferred all his belongings to a housing unit in Ruby City, met the new men and women under his command either in person or by phone, and was expected to assimilate a bunch of mundane shit he could care less about.
As for Tyler Rose, well he was this spoiled little rich snot head who liked to think he was a bad boy. The problem was simple, because he was Jack Rose’s grandson and the heir to the throne, so to speak, the police allowed him to get away with murder.
That was about to stop and so was this shit with Smart.
Bryce stood up to his full six foot four height. He ran his eyes over Captain Smart, who looked like he was about to cum in his pants. “This is work. You’re a cop and you’re under my command. I don’t normally fuck my subordinates, so I guess you’re just going to have to deal with it. And fucking me won’t get you your command back, Captain. Hopefully, I will do whatever it is Rose thinks I’ve been put here to do, and then move back home where I belong.”
He was about to protest when he added, “Now, I suggest you go into the bathroom and jack off, because that’s all the action your going to get on this shift.”
Hastily, he busied himself with some papers on the desk. “Yes, Sir,” he said softly.
He came out from behind the desk and picked up his helmet. “I’m going on patrol. I want a meeting back here at the end of shift with the others, O400. ”
“Yes, Sir,” he said again, not meeting his eyes.
“And Captain,” he smiled at him before he left the office, “I’m sure if you put your mind to it, you could find someone willing to play with your cock. But given that you will probably get your job back eventually, do it discretely okay?”
He watched him leave, swearing softly under his breath.
ONE THIRTY A.M. RUBY CITY SKIES:
Tyler took another drag of the ID and passed it to the stranger beside him. He had taken both hands off the steering staff and put the sky mobile on automatic. When the stranger had started fondling him, he had placed his hands behind his head, so it would felt as if he were completely at his mercy. In this position he could fantasize all kinds of things.
He closed his eyes while the stranger smoked with one hand and played lazily with one of his nipples with the others.
Tyler bit his lip, bucking his hips forward. He wanted him to undo his pants but he’d have to be patient. He had to remember that he was at his mercy. He wasn’t calling the shots. This man could do anything he wanted to him.
The man reached over and fiddled with something now, causing Tyler to open his eyes.
“How do you get the music going in here?” he demanded.
“Music on,” Tyler said, his voiced irritated. Forget the music, his mind screamed. “Let’s land her somewhere, okay?” Tyler breathed, not wanting to put down his hands.
“We need to find a spot,” the man murmured, leaning over to kiss his throat.
Tyler sighed, placing his hand on the steering shaft, “Let me,” he said, putting the throttle into maximum drive. “Don’t stop playing with me,” he insisted. “I’ll be anything you want. Imagine I’m your sex slave.”
The man chuckled, finally reaching for the snaps on his pants. Tyler spread his thighs wider, desperate to find a place where he could land this thing. He went faster now, searching the night sky as the man’s hand crept inside his open pants, and finally found its way to his erection.
Hovering in his Sky Police Craft, Bryce Donovan saw the approaching vehicle show up on his radar tracking. “Whoa,” he drawled, “where’s this guy going?”
Although this was the first time he had ever actually been in the “Forbidden City;” as he liked to call it; military had to know it inside and out in the event of a full flown attack. The irony was he probably knew it better than most of its residents. He had flown through it in flight simulation a million times.
If this guy thought he could outrun him, he was kidding himself.
“Give me a make on a sky vehicle, model number one thirty four, registration number seventy eight, ninety,” he said into his broadcaster.
Captain Smart appeared on the screen in front of him. He smirked. “That’s registered to a Tyler Rose.”
He sighed. “Oh really? Seems I’m going to get to meet the wanton renegade sooner than I expected.”
“I didn’t copy that, Commander. Can you repeat, please?”
“No, I can’t repeat. Forget it,” he said, switching him off.
He laughed. After being exposed to all that data on Tyler Rose, Wanton Renegade was the only name he could come up with, to describe him. He was certainly wanton. He dressed like a whore and panted after every man he saw. And he was a renegade, defying his entire family and playing the bad boy after dark. Well, Tyler Rose’s glory days were about to come to an end.
Putting on his flashing lights, he darted out into the night sky over Ruby City.
* * * *
At the same time, Tyler let out a whoop as his vehicle spun by a skyscraper, nearly missing the top.
The man in the passenger seat howled with laughter.
“Don’t stop, baby,” Tyler told him, one arm over his head and the other steering the drive shaft.
The song ‘Give It To Me Hard and Fast’ was blaring into the vehicle as the stranger, whose name escaped him at the moment, moved his lips down to his open pants.
The flashing lights of the Sky Police Mobile only ad
ded to the excitement. “Fucking great, there’s the sky police,” he laughed out loud. “Okay, baby,” he grunted, lifting his hips off the seat, “come and get me if you’re man enough sky dog!” He certainly hoped he was man enough because this guy trying to suck his dick was solely lacking!
How many times had he been pursued by the Sky Freaks? How many of them did he seduce in the back of this very vehicle? They couldn’t do anything to him anyway. They wouldn’t dare!
Come on, come on, he urged in his head. “Look,” Tyler sighed, pushing the man’s clumsy mouth away from his cock, “Can’t you be a little more forceful, you know…I’m giving you enough clues.”
“What do you mean?” He blinked.
“First, we get this freak off our backs,” Tyler hissed, “and then I’ll show you, okay? You can follow basic instructions, right?”
He nodded.
“Smoke a bit more ID,” Tyler told him, passing him the tube. “Wouldn’t you like to role play with me, be really in control? Wouldn’t you like me to do anything you want?”
“Sure.” He shrugged.
Tyler started to laugh. “Any more enthusiasm and I’ll cum right now.”
He grinned at him.
Suddenly, the music stopped. Tyler bore down on the shaft and rose up higher in the air. That Sky Freak was right on his tail.
“PUT THE VEHICLE DOWN IN THE NEAREST LANDING LOCATION,” a deep voice blared over his broadcaster.
That bugger. He’d intercepted his broadcasting device. “Hey, freak, how did you get this frequency?”
“My secret,” the voice replied, a male voice, deep and mysterious.
Tyler shifted in his seat. “You have a sexy voice. What do you look like?”
The man next to him shook his head. “Don’t, that’s a Sky Cop.”
“I know it’s a Sky Cop,” Tyler replied, lifting up his eyes to watch him dive after him in his vehicle.