ETERNAL SOULS-BOOK 111: WANTON RENEGADE

by D. J. Manly

  Tyler was breathing hard. He felt his cheeks being spread again, felt the head of Bryce’s cock at the entrance. He moaned deeply, his hips bucking. Bryce ran his hands over him again, then, went into him, thrusting slow and easy, then harder and faster until Tyler cried out.

  Tyler’s hips rocked back and forth. He shot reams of cum all over the shower door as he felt Bryce’s own passion fill him.

  Then he was being turned around in his arms. Bryce kissed him deeply, holding his buttocks in his hands and squeezing them gently. He looked in his eyes, and whispered, “Is that what you wanted?”

  Tyler nodded with gratitude.

  Bryce reached up and took off the cuffs.

  “Oh God,” Tyler said softly, “now finally I get to touch you.” He ran his hands over his chest and down to his sex. He took it in his hand for a moment, feeling its attempt to revive.

  He kissed his chest, his nipples, his stomach and finally his sex. Then with a sly smile, he walked around him, looking down at the scrumptious curve of his perfectly round hard ass. “Damn, I knew it,” he said, laughing.

  Bryce pulled him back around to him, grinning and put his arms around his waist. He pushed some of his hair back from his forehead. “I want to be what you need,” he whispered.

  “Oh you are, God, you’re exactly what I need,” Tyler moaned, pushing his face into his shoulder.

  “Let’s go to bed,” Bryce breathed, moving his lips against his cheek.

  Tyler felt the swell of his sex against his thigh. “Umm,” he managed, “hard again, Commander.”

  Bryce took his hand and led him back into the other room. He pushed him playfully onto the bed. “Yes, I’m hard and ah…you’re to blame for that. So what do you intend to do about it?”

  Tyler held out his hand. “Come closer, Commander Donovan, and I’ll show you.”

  He took a few steps towards the bed and then Tyler grabbed him and pulled him onto it with him. He held him down and moved his lips down the length of his incredible muscular form. Capturing his sex in his mouth, he felt Bryce’s hand in his hair. He let his hands roam freely over him as he greedily took him deeper into his throat.

  He closed his eyes, drifting off into a dream world of lust and contentment. He was a prisoner, like before. It felt familiar to him, a pirate come to steal his heart away. Such loss. Then they had found each other again. He had come to kill him, but after one taste from his irresistible mouth, he couldn’t do it. Then a war, enemies, royalty, gunfire, and death. My God, had their history contained this much sadness?

  He didn’t realise he was crying until he felt a hand settle on his shoulder, two strong muscular arms pulling him back into their shelter. “What’s wrong? You started to cry and..?”

  He looked around at Bryce, looked into those sincere dark eyes, eyes he had looked into and loved for eternity. He wrapped his arms around his neck, settling back down into his arms. “I’m sorry,” he ran his hand over his still erect sex. “I just…there’s so much sadness.”

  Bryce hugged him tight to his chest. “What do you mean, Tyler?”

  “Us. Our history. You do believe we have met before?” He looked up at him with wide eyes.

  “Yes,” Bryce said. “I’ve had dreams, very wild and strange dreams filled with sex and…”

  “Death,” Tyler said.

  There was a silence.

  “What does it mean?” Bryce said finally.

  “I don’t know,” Tyler shook his head. “Just hold me. I don’t want to think about losing you again. It always takes so long for me to find you.”

  “It sounds insane, doesn’t it?” Bryce suggested.

  “What? That we are eternally connected?”

  “Yes.”

  “…to other people perhaps. But we know it, don’t we?”

  He took a breath and then nodded. “Yes. But why does it happen to us? Does it happen to others too?”

  “Maybe. I think…” he hesitated.

  “What?” he urged, kissing his cheek, holding him tighter.

  “I think we have too much love for one lifetime. We love so deeply that...it carries over. We get another chance.”

  “But there’s death and…” Bryce shook his head.

  “We have to get it right. Maybe when we finally get it right, it will end.”

  “And that’s a good thing?”

  “Maybe, maybe not. I don’t know. I don’t understand any of it.”

  Suddenly, they heard a noise. Bryce put Tyler gently aside and got off the bed, reaching for his gun.

  The door rumbled open. The last thing Tyler heard before everything went black was his grandfather’s voice, saying, “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I had to tell them the code.”

  PLANET OF THE DAMNED

  Tyler’s eyelids fluttered open. He was submerged in total darkness. A rough material scratched against his cheek. There was a hood of some kind covering his head. He couldn’t move his hands or his feet. They were bound tightly. He was afraid. “Bryce,” he said “Where are you? Are you here? Are you alright?”

  Suddenly he heard a voice, a voice that sounded familiar to him. “Don’t worry about the Commander, Tyler. You will see him soon enough. We have plans for him. And we have plans for you, at least I do.”

  “What’s happening?” Tyler demanded. He suddenly realised that he was in flight. Please God, let Bryce be okay. “Who are you?”

  “You’ll know all in good time,” the voice said flatly.

  “Where is my grandfather?”

  “If I were you, Tyler, I’d be more worried about myself.”

  Tyler fell quiet. Had they killed his grandfather? What about his mother? He had always known that one day this could happen. Kidnappers had murdered his father when he was a boy. There were many who would risk their lives to gain control of Ruby Miracle.

  Suddenly the craft landed. Strong arms grabbed him and hauled him off the floor. He struggled in vain. There were many voices around him now, and movement. He was practically being carried outside. The air seemed cold, foreign to him. He knew that he was no longer on C-12.

  * * * *

  Captain Smart watched impatiently as four men tried to put Bryce Donovan’s hands in the constraints over his head. After a few minutes, Smart withdrew his weapon and pointed it at Donovan’s forehead.

  He eyed him with venom in his dark eyes.

  “Be a good little boy, Bryce, and let the nice men bound and gag you, or I’ll put a hole in your head.” He gave him a sugary smile.

  Bryce’s chest heaved with anger, sweat poured down his face and into his eyes. The presence of the gun at his head caused him to pause long enough to allow the men to secure the iron wrist cuffs.

  “You fucking coward,” he spat. “Traitor.”

  He laughed, lowering the gun, watching as the men pushed his legs apart and secured the cuffs to his ankles. “Sticks and stones,” he cooed. “If you were smarter, Donovan, and a little less frigid, I would have asked you to join us.”

  “Fuck you,” he muttered.

  “Ooh…and you will,” he whispered, coming closer. He glanced at the four men who stood obediently by watching him, and then waved his hand toward the door. “Leave us now gentlemen, Commander Donovan and I have much to discuss.”

  They bobbed their heads and left, shutting the massive door behind them.

  Bryce looked around him. The room was strange, the walls made from solid rock. “Where am I?”

  “On the planet of the damned,” he said softly, running his gaze over the length of him. He regretted allowing him to dress before they had taken him.

  “Planet of the…” “Surprised?” He raised a blond eyebrow. “Contrary to popular belief, it does exist.”

  * * * *

  C Thirty Five, nicknamed the planet of the damned because it was thought to be inhabited by vampires had originally been a prison colony. Then one night all the prisoners disappeared mysteriously. Military who searched the planet found no bodies, but some claimed
to have caught glimpses of creatures they identified as vampires.

  “We have made an arrangement with the inhabitants,” Smart was saying. “Since we now control Ruby Miracle, we are in a position to grant favours. What favour would you like me to grant you, Bryce?” He came close to his face.

  He could feel his breath. He sighed, trying to concentrate on something else. He hadn’t thought much about this planet since he was a boy. No one ever went back there after the military searched it. They were too afraid. He never believed the vampire story. They had died out centuries ago. Prisoners were now housed on Greydawn 3, a planet aligned directly with his.

  Suddenly Captain Smart moved his tongue slowly down his cheek. He made a face of repulsion, and tried to twist himself out of his reach. “How did you do it?” He eyed him hotly. “Where are my soldiers?”

  He sighed. “Always the military,” he clucked, shaking his blond head. “Your men are fighting right now in Ruby City. You see, once we took over, a civil war broke out. It seems some of the citizens were intensely loyal to the Rose family. They are fighting for their privileged positions. Last I heard your boys and girls were getting slaughtered.”

  Bryce closed his eyes. He should have been with his unit. He should have been leading them.

  He chuckled, slipping his hand inside the pocket of his uniform. Slowly, he withdrew a silver cylinder. He opened the top and showed it to him. “You see, Commander, you are completely at my mercy. You may resist me all you want but I am in control. I told you that I would have you on your knees, and I will.”

  “So, where is Modem?” he asked, his jaw clenching tightly.

  “Oh, he’s with Tyler,” he said softly, laughing as he saw Bryce’s eyes widen.

  “Oh yes, Modem wants Tyler bad. He wants to dominate him, to completely possess him, body and soul, just like I’m going to do with you.”

  “Is he too much of a coward to show his face?” Bryce demanded.

  “Oh no, you’ll meet him soon enough, darling.” He fiddled with the ID.

  Bryce eyed the cylinder.

  Captain Smart walked over to the door and opened it. “You,” he barked, “come here.”

  One of the men who had been in the room before returned. He handed him the cylinder. “Liquefy it and bring me a syringe.”

  “Full?” he asked hesitantly.

  “To the brim,” he said tightly, turning around to look at Bryce.

  Bryce narrowed his eyes. Liquefied ID, in that quantity, would put a man in a state of perpetual lust, perhaps for days. Not to mention, that it could be potentially lethal. “Smart,” he said sharply, “think about what you’re doing.”

  “Oh, I’ve thought about it,” he murmured. “In fact,” he said, his glance raking his body, “I’ve done nothing but think about it. And given that we are going to be far better acquainted, I think it’s time you call me Jack, don’t you?”

  He narrowed his eyes as he hastily unbuttoned his shirt and began to run his hands over his nipples. He smiled at him and then grabbing the top of his tee-shirt, he hung on it, ripping it down the center. With the tip of his tongue, he lapped at Bryce’s right nipple, making a low guttural sound of pleasure in his throat. Then standing back for a moment, he tore off his shirt, throwing it on the floor.

  Bryce tightened his expression, lifting his head backward, trying not to give him the satisfaction of looking at him.

  He moved back to him, standing up on tiptoe to rub his stimulated nipples across his chest. Again, Bryce tried to twist out of his reach.

  He reached out and punched him hard in the face.

  Bryce swore as Smart’s hands clawed at his pants, dragging them down, along with his underwear. He felt the garments fall around his boots.

  Smart licked at one of his nipples again, then the other. Then he bit one hard, causing him to wince as he felt his nails move down over the length of his scrotum. Bryce sucked in some breath.

  The captain squeezed his sex hard then moved around behind him. “What a beautiful ass you have. I have some lovely toys for that ass. Perhaps Modem would like to try them out while Tyler watches. As you will discover, my beautiful Commander, I am one horny, demented man.”

  Bryce’s chest heaved. “Tyler better be alright. I swear to you if you hurt him…I’ll…”

  “You’ll what, lover?” he whispered, leaning down to plant a kiss on his ass.

  The door opened now. The man stood there, a syringe in his hand. Smart stood up.

  The man, in his late twenties let his gaze move over his naked torso. “Nice nipples, huge and so stiff,” he said.

  He smiled. “Want to play with them?”

  “Umm,” he nodded, coming forward.

  Bryce eyed the syringe.

  The man reached out and with both hands, he pinched Smart’s nipples. He closed his eyes, licking his lips, putting his hands behind his back to make the nipples more accessible.

  Jack Smart looked over at Bryce, his gaze going to his sex. “Inject him,” he told the man, pushing his hands away.

  The man looked down at the bulge in his pants. “Can’t I fuck you?”

  “If I wanted you to fuck me, you’d be hanging there instead of him, wouldn’t you?” he sneered. “Look at him. Do you think I’d choose you over that?”

  He lowered his head. “No, Sir,” he muttered and walked over to Bryce.

  Bryce recoiled from him, struggling as the man grabbed his arm and sunk the needle directly into his bicep. After a few seconds, Bryce’s eyelids began to close.

  “It was not supposed to knock him out,” Smart protested.

  “It’s just the initial reaction. In a few minutes, he’ll be awake…” he paused then grinned, “in every way.”

  He ran his hands over his aching cock, and waited.

  IN THE DUNGEON

  Tyler lay naked on a stone slab, his wrists tied above his head. He was spread eagle, his ankles tied with rope as well. It was cold. No one had come for hours. Whatever was over his head had been removed, but he was still in darkness. There were bizarre sounds all around him, like hissing and strange whispering. But for some reason, they were comforting, more comforting then the silence.

  He thought about Bryce. He imagined that any moment, he would burst into the room and find him like this. They would be all alone. Bryce would have killed off or arrested all the people who had abducted them. He closed his eyes, about to imagine how Bryce would move his hands over him here in the dark, when the door opened.

  Tyler squinted. A thread of light crept in from under the partially opened door but not enough to see clearly.

  “Tyler,” the voice whispered, “it is our time to be together now.”

  That voice again. He knew that voice. “Who are you? What have you done with Bryce Donovan?”

  “Again with Donovan,” the voice growled. “Forget him. I can give you everything…restore you to your rightful place. We will rule the galaxy together.”

  A hand moved over his chest and down to his sex. Tyler shuddered. “Please don’t. I want to know what you’ve done with Bryce.”

  Suddenly he heard the sound of feet retreating, than a flood of light assaulted him. Tyler blinked, trying to adjust his eyes. Suddenly, Ethan stood there. He gasped. “It’s you,” he muttered.

  “Yes, me,” he laughed harshly. “Surprised to see me?”

  “You’re the one who left the drugs…you’re Modem,” Tyler accused.

  “Yes. I guess you didn’t get what you wanted from your Commander after all,” he leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.

  He ran his gaze over his naked body.

  Tyler guessed the men hadn’t mentioned that they were both naked when they had attacked. “Where is Bryce?” Tyler demanded, struggling against the constraints.

  Ethan’s eyes grew dark. “He’s been injected with liquid ID. He’ll be busy fucking my associate all night and maybe tomorrow as well. After that, well, if the large quality of drug we injected him with doesn’t kill him
, I plan to kill him myself. Would you like to watch?”

  Tyler’s face filled with horror. “No, please, don’t. Don’t kill him. I’ll do anything.”

  “Anything?” Ethan grinned.

  “Anything.”

  “You’ll join me, be my exclusive lover?” He leered down at him, wrapping one of his fists around Tyler’s cock.

  Tyler winced from the pressure. “Yes.”

  Ethan considered that for a moment. “If I agree, then you will have to do one more thing for me.”

  “What?”

  “You have to tell him that you are in love with me and that in fact, you were in on this all along.”

  Tyler’s face fell. “Oh please, don’t make me do that,” he pleaded.

  “It’s either you do it or I give him to one of the inhabitants of this planet to kill, slowly.” His face twisted sinisterly.

  “Inhabitants?” Tyler gave him a confused look.

  He laughed. “Vampires. This colony was overrun a long time ago by vampires.”

  Tyler tried to remain calm. “Vampires? Where are we, Ethan?”

  “The Planet of the Damned,” he murmured, running his gaze over his naked body again.

  “But…” Tyler blinked, “that was just a story, a myth. There were never really any…”

  “Believe me, it’s no myth,” Ethan replied, moving his thumb over one of Tyler’s nipples.

  “Aren’t you afraid?” Tyler asked, trying to distract him.

  He laughed. “No. They agreed to leave us to ourselves. We promised them that after the takeover, they would be provided with the ruby miracle indefinitely, at no cost. It seems that the ruby reduces the vampires’ reliance on blood.”

  Tyler took a breath. It was a little much to take in. He was on a planet populated by vampires. Ethan was a major drug dealer who had plotted the takeover of Ruby Miracle. My God. He had to think. He knew now that Ethan definitely had a thing for him. If he thought that he returned that affection in any way, maybe he could save himself, and Bryce. All he had to do was convince him that he was willing to go along with him.