by D. J. Manly
He stood up. “Don’t mention that name to me again,” he snapped. “Forget the intake. And I want it on record if that ass gets into trouble; I am to be notified immediately. No one is to touch him, except me. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” he nodded. “Guess he really got under your skin,” he murmured.
“Yes, and for some reason,” he paused, “I have the feeling it has happened before.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like…I don’t know. It’s strange. Never mind,” he waved him out of the office.
After he had left, he leaned back in his chair. It was odd but he had the strangest sense of deja vu when he was in the office today. He was looking at him and this feeling of frustration felt so familiar. It was probably nothing.
He took a breath, than after a few seconds, he actually smiled. Tyler Rose thought that he had won. He was really enjoying himself at his expense today. But what he didn’t know was that Grandpa had given him permission to take him to that private room, and keep him there for as long as he wanted. Bryce Donavan started to laugh. Well, if that’s what the old man wanted, that’s what the old man would get, in spades!
AT YOUR MERCY
Ryan and Pete sat on either side of Tyler as he looked through the virtual reality catalogue at the Sexual Catering Industry. “That’s a great cock,” Ryan pointed to the screen as Tyler was prepared to pass it by.
“Too thin,” Tyler shook his head.
“The one before it was thick,” Pete chimed in.
“Too short,” Tyler remarked absently.
The Sexual Catering Industry allowed you to handpick your sexual partner, who would then materialize on the screen. By voicing a number of commands in a private booth, you could do anything you wanted to the imaginary lover. Unfortunately what they could do to you was limited.
For some reason, Tyler hadn’t told Ryan and Pete about Commander Donavan. He didn’t want to share him right now. And halfway through the process of choosing body parts, he realised that he was actually trying to recreate him. He was having some problems.
“What’s with you tonight?” Pete inquired. “Usually, you’re in and out by now. I’d rather go rent some whore boys at the Stimulation Club.”
Tyler nodded. “Alright, let’s go. This is getting me nowhere.” He looked at the woman sitting at the desk. “I might come back later,” he said.
She nodded at him.
They walked down the main street of Ruby City. All three of them were dressed for cruising. Tyler wore a beige tank top with cut outs around the nipples. He had put on pants that exposed the cheeks of his buttocks. Evan Ryan had roughed his nipples.
Everywhere were large neon signs. Some of them were talking signs. One said, “Hello Tyler, would you like to smell like a dream? Buy ‘What’s Happening Cologne’ for men and leave them wanting more.”
He laughed and pointed up at the face of the billboard which suddenly changed to reflect his own. He had tons of that stuff at home.
They turned onto Decadent Avenue where there were clubs for all tastes. There was one in particular which always caused him to stop and stare. It was called, “At Your Mercy.” It was a club for people who liked to play submissive or dominant roles. He never had the guts to go in there but he had thought about it often.
He stood there for a little longer tonight. Ryan looked at him and laughed. “Not that place again!”
“Let’s try it, Ryan,” Tyler appealed, looking over at Pete. “What about you?”
“I want to rent a whore boy,” he said. “It’s rough in there.”
“Ryan?” Tyler looked at him.
He shook his head. “I’m going with Pete. Are you really going in there, Tyler?”
Tyler nodded. “Yea, I am. I’ll meet you at Stimulation later.”
Ryan and Pete watched as he crossed the street. He paused for a second, than pushed open the door.
It was well lit inside the lobby. A man sat there behind the desk, looking sleepy.
“Hi,” Tyler said, not looking directly at him.
“Hello. What you looking for?” he asked.
“Ah…” he paused. “I…I…”
“Well, spit it out,” he grumbled.
“I would like to be…” he lowered his voice softly, “I would like to be dominated…I guess.”
“You guess?”
Tyler took a deep breath and then shook his head. “Sorry, I…I changed my mind.”
He went tearing out the door only to find Pete and Ryan standing out front.
“We knew you’d chicken out,” Pete pointed at him, slapping Ryan’s palm with his.
“I wouldn’t have chickened out if he’d been in there,” Tyler muttered.
“He? He who?” Ryan demanded.
“Just the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen,” he grinned sheepishly at them.
“Who?” They both chimed in unison.
“Commander Donovan, of the sky police.”
They both made a face.
“He arrested me last night,” Tyler laughed. And as they walked, he began to tell them the entire story.
By the time they reached the Stimulation Club, they were all horny as bulls.
“We need a man,” Ryan announced to the doorman, who pointed to the information booth inside.
“We have only one left,” the young man said. “He’s new.”
“Alright,” Tyler said. “As long as he’s got the right equipment, he’s in.”
“Fifty debit points. Room six, one hour. You know the rules, you can do what you want…but no violence.”
They all nodded as Ryan grabbed the key to room six.
In the club, the music boomed and men and women danced wildly on the dance floor. All the rooms had lights on except for six.
“Hope we don’t get the scrap,” Pete complained.
They walked in and shut the door. It locked automatically behind them.
A young man stood there, totally naked. He had reddish brown hair, and blue eyes. Nice face. Long, thin body but nicely toned. And the cock was exceptional, thick and long, maybe seven inches.
Ryan made an appreciative sound in his throat.
“Hi,” Tyler said.
“Hello,” he replied. “I’m Six.” They never gave their real names.
Pete looked around. There was an array of sex toys lying on the table. He picked up a huge two headed vibrator.
“Get on the table, Six,” Tyler told him, moving the toys aside.
He walked over and got up on the table. There were two movable leg rests at the end.
“Put your legs in the stirrups,” Tyler told him, standing at the end of the table watching him.
He did.
Tyler walked over and pulled down the wrist fasteners which hung from the ceiling. He buckled one, then the other over his wrists.
“Umm, nice,” Ryan said, coming closer. He reached out and began to lazily play with his cock.
Tyler clicked his tongue. “That’s exactly what I would like you to do to me. How come it’s nice with him, but you never want to do that to me?”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t do that with you. He’s a whore,” Ryan shook his head, concentrating on fondling Six’s testicles.
Pete started playing with his nipples.
Six ran a tongue over his lips and closed his eyes.
Tyler imaged that it was him on that table and Bryce Donavan was playing with his body. A surge of pleasure shot through him.
Ryan and Pete were naked now.
Number Six was moaning with pleasure.
Pete had that vibrator in his hand and he began to insert it.
Number Six’s hips began to undulate.
Tyler undid his pants. He closed his eyes again. In his mind, it was him on that table. Bryce came into the room, wearing that towel he had on yesterday morning. Only this time it melted away from him, revealing a gorgeous cock, a scrumptious ass.
He saw himself withering on that table. “What are
you going to do to me, Commander?”
“I’m going to use you, Tyler. I’m going to use your body. You like to act like a whore; I’m going to treat you like one.”
He licked his lips. His pants were on the floor now. He let out a cry and exploded. Number Six on the table cried out with him as Ryan got up on the table and began to thrust into him.
Pete had his cock in the Six’s mouth, who was sucking it with enthusiasm.
Tyler pulled up his pants. He knew what he wanted, but now it was more complicated. Not only did he know what he wanted, he knew who he wanted it with.
RESTLESS DREAMS
Bryce squinted at the wall where he had positioned the time screen. It said four twenty-two P.M. He had only been asleep for three hours. The sunlight was streaming in through the window, but usually he had no problems sleeping in the daytime.
It was those damn dreams he’d been having, ever since he had moved to this place. Last night, he had dreamt of vampires. Although he couldn’t make out any faces, he saw sharp teeth, blood and sex, lots of sex and it was hot. He knew he was in the dream but it was foggy. Then he could have sworn that he saw Tyler Rose. And for some reason, he was happy to see him, which of course didn’t correspond to reality at all.
Bryce yawned and sat up. He needed a night off, but he wouldn’t be able to take one yet. No wonder Ruby City was full of crime; the sky police were totally undisciplined. They were not above crawling into a vehicle with some suspect and having sex. They were very easy to bribe and unless they were dying of boredom, they basically turned the other way when a crime was being committed.
Although he had only been in command a little over a week, he had seen it all.
Getting up, he walked naked into the bathroom and took a shower. His phone rang as soon as he got out. He rubbed his hair with a towel and clicked it on.
It was Smart. “Hi Sir,” he murmured.
“What?” he asked.
“Ah, just wanted to know if you want me to schedule extra patrols tonight? It’s the weekend and Ruby Miracle gave everyone their yearly bonus today…will probably be one hell of a party.”
He sighed. “Great. Okay, do it. I’ll be in at four.”
“I’ll hold down the fort, sir,” he said and rang off.
Several of the other sky officers stood around Smart as he closed his phone, two young men who were desperately trying to get the Commander to notice them, and a few women who were now describing the Commander’s gorgeous chest. “You were not supposed to be peering over my shoulder into my phone,” Smart chastised them. “Get back to work.” Besides, he thought, he had plans for Commander Donavan, plans that did not include anyone else but him.
Bryce lay back down on his bed and closed his eyes. Maybe he could catch another hour of sleep. He saw a great ship. He saw a young man, Tyler, only different, his hair was different, he was dressed…in clothes.
“Daniel,” he said softly.
“My love,” he heard himself moan. Love?
Then blood, a blade slicing through the air. “No,” he called out, bolting upright in bed. He was shaking. What in hell was that? He shook his head, and got up. That freaked him out. He didn’t want to try and sleep anymore. He arrived at the Sky Station early.
Smart walked into his office without knocking, which caused him to turn around sharply and glare at him. He was in a foul mood again so it seemed. He’d been like that most of the week.
“Hello. Sorry to disturb you, Sir.”
“Yes?” he lifted an eyebrow.
“I don’t mean to be intrusive but…”
“Well, apparently you do mean to be intrusive or we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” he said, taking a seat behind his desk.
He cleared his throat. “It’s just that you’ve been so tense and…”
A ghost of a smile played across his lips. “And you think you might have the solution, Captain?”
“Well, I was wondering if you wouldn’t let me show you the pleasures of Ruby City this weekend? I have some time off and you are due some.” He waited.
“Well, I’ll say one thing for you, Captain, you’re persistent,” he commented dryly.
He grinned. “So, what do you say?”
“I doubt I will have the time but I’ll take it under consideration,” he told him.
His grin broadened. “You won’t regret it.”
He nodded. “Good. I don’t like regret. So, I’ll be going out on patrol in an hour. Bring me the input file on last year’s event.”
“Right away,” he beamed, racing out of the office to get the equipment.
GRANDFATHER
“Are you listening to me, Tyler?”
Tyler awoke from his daydream and gazed over at Jack Rose. “What? Yea, I’m listening. You said you wanted me to…ah…?”
“You weren’t listening,” he growled. “Damn it, Tyler. It’s time you got serious and stopped running around with those two boys. What are their names…Josh and Paul?”
Tyler sighed, “Ryan and Pete.”
“Well, whatever.” He threw up his hands. “They’re bad news. They distract you from what you really should be concentrating on, running Ruby Miracle.”
There was silence. He didn’t know how many times he had told his grandfather that he didn’t want to run Ruby Miracle. He was the kind of man that always chose to ignore whatever didn’t fit in with his way of thinking. He had given up telling him that.
Every morning, he was subjected to sitting in this stuffy little office and doing what his grandfather called “learning the business from the ground up.” He felt as if he were on a collision course with hell.
“Do you think I’m proud that I had to rescue you from a prison term last week?”
“I wasn’t going to jail,” Tyler protested. “I was going to be Commander Donavan’s personal…” he paused, than grinned, “slave.”
His grandfather made an irritated sound in his throat. “I’m not getting any younger, Tyler. Your father is…” he choked, “dead. Someone has to carry on after I’m retired.”
“Recruit Sanderson. He’s been working for you for the last thirty years. He deserves to run Ruby Miracle.”
“You’re the legal heir, Tyler. You will run the company. And from now on,” he raised a finger at him, “you will come in at a decent hour.”
Tyler’s eyes widened. “I’m an adult man. I won’t be subjected to a curfew!”
His grandfather stood up. “You will do as I say or by God, I will have you locked up.”
Tyler narrowed his eyes. Without another word, he headed for the door. He paused for a minute and turned around. “You may run everyone else’s life, but you’re not going to run mine.”
He didn’t wait to hear his grandfather’s response.
* * * *
The phone woke Bryce out of a dead sleep. It had been a crazy night out there last night, what with everyone wanting to celebrate their yearly bonus. By the time all the reports were done, it was ten in the morning.
He clicked on the phone and tried to focus on the image in front of his eyes.
It was Jack Rose. Oh God, what did he want?
“Commander,” he said briskly, looking as if he were about to murder someone, “my grandson is out of control. He won’t listen to reason. I want you to pick him up, take him to that room and don’t let him out until he listens to reason.”
Bryce yawned. Stretching, he threw his long legs over the bed and sat up.
“Looks like you just got out of bed, Donavan,” Rose clipped with disapproval.
“Actually, I just got into bed,” Bryce returned, pushing some of his black hair out of his eyes. “Now, what’s the problem?” He was beginning to feel like some head doctor. What in hell did he know about these things?
“I said, pick him up!”
“For what?”
“Make it up, I don’t care. I don’t want him running with those freaks he calls his friends. I want him to grow up, take some responsibility
for his future.”
“I’ll do what I can. He’s bound to do something stupid sooner or later. But, Rose, I can’t babysit him twenty four-seven. I have a police force to run.”
“Smart will assume his duties for as long as it takes.”
Bryce sighed. “Sir, I really don’t think that….”
“I don’t pay you to think, Commander!” He barked at him. “Just do it.”
Bryce opened his mouth, than closed it. As always, the infamous Jack Rose had simply vanished, severing the connection.
Shit. Why in hell couldn’t Rose handle his own family troubles? He hadn’t heard a peep from Tyler Rose since he’d hauled his ass into the Sky Station. Even though he had to have his mommy come and rescue him, he thought that he’d learned his lesson. Apparently not.
He was in the shower when he heard the doorbell sound. He swore. Damn. Was he to get no peace at all?
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked out into the tiny living room area. He hadn’t pushed the bed back up into the wall yet, his sheets were tangled, lying half on the floor.
He opened the door only to see Captain Smart standing there. He opened his mouth, and then ran his gaze over his sculptured muscles, before he found the voice to speak.
“What is it?” he demanded.
“I…well…you weren’t answering your phone. Can I come in?” he inquired, curiously eyeing the rumpled bed.
He flung open the door. “Why in hell not?”
Smart walked in, closing the door behind him.
“Well?” he asked, placing both hands on his hips.
“Ah…well, it’s about Jack Rose, Sir. He called me today. He says you will be busy on assignment and…”
“Does he now?” Bryce’s eyes sparkled with anger.
“I think we need to go over a few things before you…I mean, maybe we can do our weekend together before you have to go. When will you be leaving?”
“I’m not going anywhere yet,” he replied. “Was it necessary to tell me this now? Couldn’t it have waited until I got to work?”
He ran his gaze over him again. “Sentra must really miss you,” he drawled.