by D. J. Manly
Anyway today was a new day and he was determined to stop this nonsense. He had to put things into perspective. Fact, Bryce Donavan was gorgeous. Fact, he would love to get down and dirty with him. Fact, it probably wasn’t going to happen. Stupidity, he and Bryce had some sort of weird connection that had its origins in another life. Wow. He was losing it.
That morning after dressing, Tyler made his way to the main office. He had promised his grandfather he would take more interest in the company, and if it would get him off his back for awhile, it was worth it. As he walked through the processing plant toward the main administration office, he was thinking that the best thing he could do was stay away from Bryce Donavan. The thought didn’t appeal all that much however and he knew he was making false promises to himself. It wasn’t the first time he had done that.
Suddenly, he gasped as he felt someone reach out and grab him from behind, pulling him back amongst a pile of shipping boxes. A hand smothered his mouth as another ran down his flank and settled on his buttocks. He struggled, then he heard laughter and he was released.
He turned around to see Ethan standing there, a finger to his lips. “Hello, Tyler.”
“What in hell is the matter with you, Ethan? You scared me half to death,” Tyler snapped, none too happy at being ambushed like that.
“I miss you. You said we’d get together again. I was wondering if later today…?” He trailed off, looking hopeful.
“I’m busy today,” Tyler said stiffly, regretting that he had ever engaged Ethan in that little encounter in his bedroom.
Ethan looked hurt. “When then? You said that I could…”
“I know. I know what I said,” Tyler sighed. “But now I’m trying to apply myself to the company. Grandfather is on my back. Mother too. I don’t have a lot of time, Ethan.”
“So, this is a brush off,” he muttered, looking at the floor.
Tyler tried to hold on to his patience. “I never promised you anything, Ethan,” he said. “Now, I have to go. I’m late already thanks to you.” With that, he quickly walked away.
When he was sitting in the office, looking over the newest files, he felt the guilt creep up onto him. He knew that he hadn’t been very nice to Ethan. He had used him, and blown him off. Well, better to hurt him now than later. He’d never make that mistake again.
By the time the lunch hour came, Tyler decided that tonight he was going to go back to that No Mercy Club. And he was going alone, without Ryan and Pete. He was going to try it once. Maybe it was just the thing he needed to fill this void he’d always had deep inside.
“LOOKING FOR MR. MODEM”
Seth Murdock thought that the Commander looked a little distracted tonight as he walked into the briefing room. He gave each one of them a close inspection, then spoke, his deep hypnotic voice filling every crevice of the room.
“I want all available officers to accompany me tonight on a raid. We are going to the “At Your Mercy Club,” on Decadent.”
“Which role do you play, Sir?” someone called out from the back of the room.
Bryce raised an eyebrow. “We’re not going there to play. Although, whatever you choose to do on your own time officer, is your business.”
The room erupted into laughter.
Smart gazed up at him now. “With all due respect, Sir,” he said snidely, “don’t we have to have a pretty good reason to raid a legitimate establishment like the N.M. Club?”
Bryce gave him a chilly smile. Ever since their encounter at his apartment, they kept their exchanges to a minimum. “I assure you, Captain, I have my reasons. I don’t choose to disclose them at the moment.”
He nodded.
“Alright,” he continued. “I want you to move in on my orders and secure all persons in the establishment and within a one mile radius. You will bring them all into the lobby and keep them there until I give you further orders. Is that clear?”
There was a round of “yes, Sir.”
“Alright, all units move out except for unit twelve who will maintain the routine watch.”
“That’s my unit, Sir.” Smart stood up, ready to protest.
“That’s right,” he said, meeting his gaze.
“I am a senior officer. If anything significant is taking place, then I should be involved,” he offered stiffly.
“You are an experienced officer. I need you to hold down the fort while the rest of the patrol is utilized elsewhere.”
“But,” he said, “one of my immediate subordinates like…”
“Captain, are you questioning my orders?” He cut him off briskly. He had no time for this shit.
“No, Sir,” he said, his voice as sweet as syrup. “I feel honoured that you have so much confidence in me that you would leave me in your stead.”
He laughed. “Bullshit,” he told him. “But I don’t give a shit.”
* * * *
Tyler was trembling as the woman zipped him into this skintight leather suit. There were zippers everywhere, down the legs, across the chest, down the length of his buttocks. When she put on the mask with only two slits for the eyes and an opening for the nose, and a zip across the mouth, he found it hard to fight the panic.
“Don’t worry,” she said, patting his shoulder. “Remember that green light is ‘Go’ and red light is ‘Stop’. If it gets too much, yell red light. Now, you’ve filled out all the information on the form. The Dom knows what it is you want. Are you ready?” she asked him, making sure the wrist and ankle cuffs were secure.
“Yes,” he said softly.
She grinned, zipping the mouth closed. “Have a great time,” she said, waving at him.
She closed the door. It was dark. He stood there clad in this tight leather thing, bound and gagged, and he wondered if maybe he’d lost his mind. He knew it was safe. He knew nothing would really happen without his permission. But what could he do about it if it did? He sighed, waiting, reminding himself that the idea of being completely at someone else’s mercy was the whole point. Still, his stomach twisted into knots as he watched the door.
* * * *
“So, who are we really looking for, Modem?” Seth inquired as he strapped himself into the craft.
Bryce cast him a glance as he lifted off the landing pad. “Why do you ask that?”
“Come on, Commander. You were very evasive in there,” Seth joisted. “I might be green around the edges but I’m not stupid. You got a tip that Modem might be at that place tonight.”
“Maybe,” he said softly, watching the night sky with his dark eyes.
After that, Seth fell quiet.
* * * *
When the door clicked open, Tyler gulped some air.
The man was dressed like him, only his zippers were all undone. He was slim, of medium height, and his face was hidden behind a mask that was similar to the one he had on.
“Hello, Tyler,” he cooed, his voice sounding scratchy, as if he was just getting over a cold. “Waiting for me?”
Tyler nodded, breathing deeply.
“Umm, I’ve been anticipating this moment, the moment when I could finally make you mine. You know that you are my slave.”
Tyler took a breath. He nodded again. He was trembling as the man walked around him slowly, running his gaze over him. He waited a second, then moved around in back and tore the zipper down that ran over the middle of his ass. A hand moved inside the suit, roaming over one of the cheeks. “Nice. This is what I want. I want that ass. I plan to fuck you until you can’t walk, you whore.”
That didn’t sound all that pleasant.
Fingers moved up inside of him; one, two, three. They weren’t gentle. He was going to say something, but his mouth was zipped. He began to try and speak behind the mask but it came out muffled.
The man removed his fingers and came to stand in front of him. He looked into his eyes. “What’s the matter, Tyler?”
Of course he couldn’t respond.
“Cat got your tongue?” He laughed, unzipping the zippe
r that ran across his chest.
Tyler felt his fingers pinching his nipples. It brought tears to his eyes. This was not what he wanted.
“Let’s see that cock of yours, let’s see how much torture you can take. We have all night long, maybe longer,” he breathed, leaning forward and licking his chest.
Tyler recoiled.
The man stiffened. He reached over and picked something off the table.
Tyler squinted in the darkened room, trying to make it out. His eyes widened. It was a whip.
“Don’t you ever back away from me, Tyler, you understand me?” He cracked the whip on the floor.
Tyler tried to scream.
The man laughed, showing him the handle of the whip, a thick solid handle that was at least nine inches in diameter. “See this, guess where it’s going to go, beautiful boy. And you can scream all you want. No one is going to hear you.”
* * * *
When Bryce walked into the Club, the woman at the desk stood up. “Whoa, baby,” she said, “what wet dream did you just walk out of?”
He issued her a tight smile and pointed to the insignia on his shirt sleeve. “Sky Patrol. I’m Commander Donavan.”
“Oh,” she licked her lips. “Where can I rent that dream?”
“I have no idea,” he replied. “This place is being raided tonight. If you cooperate, nothing will happen. We intend to bring everyone down into this room. And if they check out, they can go.”
“You know, sexy, I really don’t give a shit. I just work here.”
“Where’s the owner?”
“Damned if I know. I can get the manager if you like.”
“That would be a good idea. Bring him into the lobby,” Bryce said, clicking on his phone and pressing the button for collective transmission. “Alright, move in. And remember, no one does anything without my authorization.”
The young woman was still standing there looking him over.
“Are you going to get the manager or what?” he asked impatiently.
“That depends, are you going to strip search me?”
Bryce ran a hand through his hair. “Darling, I have neither the time nor the inclination. Get the manager.”
She shrugged and hurried out of the room.
Bryce walked though the lobby as he heard his officers begin their search. He opened the first door on the left and peered in. It was then he heard this muffled cry.
Light flooded into the room and Bryce walked in, his gun drawn.
* * * *
Tyler gasped when he saw him. Oh my fucking God, no. Donavan was the last person he wanted seeing him like this.
Bryce lowered the gun and came closer. He ran his gaze down the length of him and then started to laugh.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Tyler Rose. A little tied up, are we?”
Tyler scowled under the mask, making a sound of protest. His suit was open to the waist as well as down the back. His sex had been pulled upward over his belly so that the tip of it was visible.
Bryce made sure he knew where he was looking. Then he met his gaze and said, “What? What did you say? You’re happy to see me?”
Tyler closed his eyes.
Bryce folded his arms across his chest and regarded him through half closed eyes.
Tyler tried to tell him to unshackle him. He moved around and made sounds through the mask. Bryce leaned over and unzipped his mouth.
“You prick,” Tyler spat. “Get me out of this mess.”
“I knew I was going to regret that,” Bryce sighed.
“Come on, Donavan, what if someone should see me like this?”
“Did anyone ever tell you, Tyler, that you are overly concerned with appearances?” He lifted an eyebrow suggestively.
“Yea, you did,” Tyler replied with a sigh. He was going to play this for all it was worth.
Bryce cocked his head. He walked around to the back of him, admiring the curve of his ass, at least the part he could see.
Tyler sucked in some breath. “What are you doing?”
There was no reply.
Tyler’s heart began to beat heavy in his chest.
“You want me to undo the cuffs?” he asked him softly, too softly. Tyler could feel his hip brush against him. He closed his eyes, swallowing.
“Bryce,” he said, his voice shaking. Instantly, his cock was hard.
“Tyler,” he said in reply. “What do you want, Tyler?”
Suddenly he felt Bryce’s body move closer. Then one hand slid inside the suit, caressing the curve of his ass.
Tyler laid his body back against him, wishing he didn’t have on this stupid suit.
Another hand moved up around to his chest. He felt his fingers tantalizingly brush across one of his nipples as the other continued to caress his ass. Although the clothing between them created a buffer so that he couldn’t feel the contours of his beautiful body, he could feel the pressure of it against him. It was driving him wild.
Bryce backed away suddenly, coming around to the front. He undid his mask and drew it up over his face. He ran his gaze over him again as Tyler gave him a look of longing.
“Those nipples,” he whispered softly, reaching out and flicking his finger across one of them, causing Tyler to moan a little. “You have tormented me with those nipples of yours,” he let his gaze travel over his chest. Moving closer, he placed his hands on Tyler’s hips and then bent his dark head to his chest.
Tyler felt his tongue move rapidly over his left nipple, sucking on it before giving it a gentle bite. At the same time he moved his thumb over the swollen head of his sex.
Tyler swerved. Bryce strengthened his hold on his hips and steadied him. He looked up him and smiled. “I want to kiss you,” he said softly, searching his face.
Tyler swallowed. “Yes, yes,” he said, breathing deeply. “Do anything you want. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. You know that, don’t you?”
He nodded, running his hand over his hair. He lifted his chin up with his thumb and his forefinger and lowered his mouth to his. At first, he teasingly licked his lips, tasting one than the other, than he forcefully separated them with his tongue, squeezing his ass cheeks in his hands at the same time.
Tyler thrust forward in his restraints, widening his mouth so that he could take his tongue deeper. Their tongues did a sensuous battle inside their mouths, their kisses coming in gulps now, both of them making sounds of pleasure as the kiss continued.
Bryce caught his hair and pulled his head backward. Tyler gasped as he moved his mouth over his throat and his chest, and then moved it back to his mouth again.
“Jesus,” Tyler cried out as he felt his entire body fill with an aching need for him.
When his hand brushed against his throbbing cock, Tyler let out a deep moan.
Bryce moved behind him now, reaching for the zipper down the side of the suit. “Fuck,” he growled impatiently, “how in the hell am I supposed to get you out of this thing?”
Tyler thrust his hips forward. “It doesn’t matter how you do it, just do it,” he breathed. “I want you to fuck me.”
Bryce increased the effort, almost frantic as he fumbled with the zipper. Then suddenly, his hand came into contact with something lodged in the leg of the suit. It was square and solid.
He removed it, and stood looking at it for a second, dumbfounded.
“Christ, don’t stop,” Tyler pleaded. “What is it? Why did you stop?”
Bryce backed away, holding the small container in his hand. It was silver. It was filled with ID.
“Bryce,” Tyler said, trying to turn around so he could see what was happening.
Bryce came around to stand in front of him. He held up the container.
“What in hell is that?” Tyler asked, his frustration quickly turning to anger.
“You tell me,” he mused, looking at it, then back at Tyler.
“I don’t know,” Tyler snapped.
“Who were you in here with, before me?” he inquired, f
orcing his voice to remain calm.
“Some guy, I don’t know. He was strange. He wore a mask and I really didn’t appreciate his idea of…pleasure,” he remarked. “Why?”
“Because he left you a present,” Bryce commented, running a hand through his disarrayed hair.
“What is it?”
“You know very well what it is,” he snapped. “What do you have to do with Modem?”
“Modem,” Tyler sighed. “I don’t understand.”
“He’s a drug dealer. And I know you’ve used this drug. I found some in your pants, remember?”
“Oh yea,” Tyler smiled.
“You think this is a joke?” Donovan raised his voice.
“No,” he shook his head. “But seriously, you don’t really think I have anything to do with drug trafficking, do you?”
He pursed his lips, and studied the box. He flipped off the top and looked. There were at least fifty little cylinders inside. That was a sizable profit.
Tyler narrowed his eyes, and swallowed. He couldn’t believe that he thought he was involved in this. It hurt. It hurt a lot. “I know we don’t know each other well, Bryce but…” he began.
“We don’t know each other at all,” Bryce replied coldly, meeting his eyes. “And that’s the way it’s going to stay.”
Tyler lowered his head.
Abruptly Bryce reached up and released his wrists, than he bent down and undid the holds from his ankles.
Tyler stretched out his arms and rubbed his wrists. “So now what happens?”
Bryce shrugged. “You stay here until I come and get you. We need to talk. Either you’re involved with Modem, or he decided to leave his precious cargo with you for some reason. Either way, he was here in this room.”
Tyler bit his lip.
Bryce opened the phone. “I want you to make doubly sure that all exits are blocked. If someone got out of here tonight, there’s going to be hell to pay,” he growled. He closed the phone now and issued Tyler a dirty look. “Don’t go anywhere. You stay right here.”
“I’ll be here,” Tyler told him miserably.
