The man looked down at the bulge in his pants. "Can't I f.u.c.k you?"

"If I wanted you to f.u.c.k 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 c.o.c.k, 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 s.e.x. 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 a.s.saulted 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 f.u.c.king my a.s.sociate 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 c.o.c.k.

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 d.a.m.ned," 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 G.o.d. 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.

Ethan was studying him now. His eyes were filled with pure l.u.s.t. "Ethan," Tyler said, "I can't stand the thought of losing my birthright. I want to reign as the head of Ruby Miracle. If you meant what you said, I am willing to share that power with you."

Ethan c.o.c.ked his head. "As my lover?"

"Of course," Tyler smiled at him. "You don't expect me to live a life of chast.i.ty, do you?"

"What about Donovan?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"Alright, I admit, Donovan is an eyeful but if the truth be known, he can't f.u.c.k worth a d.a.m.n."

Ethan stiffened. "Then you did sleep with him?"

Tyler knew that Ethan didn't approve. Instantly he said, "I admit that he tried. He told me to get undressed,"

he said, in case some of his men mentioned it. "I got undressed, but then I decided not to go all the way because a sky patrol officer told me he'd had him. He was really disappointed. All looks but no substance. I don't even think he could stay hard for more than a few minutes."

Ethan smiled smugly. "Smart is in for a letdown then."

"Who?" Tyler asked sharply, and then changed his tone. "You should warn him."

He laughed. "He thinks Donovan can give him the s.e.x of his life. He rejected him. He wants revenge."

Tyler nodded, trying not to let his feelings show. "Well, looks aren't everything," he murmured, moving his body tantalizingly on the table. He knew that he was going to have to do more than talk if he was going to convince Ethan that he was on his side. "I can't stop thinking about that time in the Club when you came in, all dressed in that leather suit. You were so demanding, so masculine and forceful. Donovan just doesn't have it like you do."

Ethan positively beamed with pride. Then, he walked over and shut the door. He looked down at him. "Do you want me, Tyler?"

"Yes," he whispered. He set his teeth in his jaw, as Ethan's mouth lowered to his.

l.u.s.t BEYOND CONTROL

Ethan wrapped his arms around Tyler after he allowed him to dress. Tyler patted his arm, trying to force the bile down in his throat. Although Ethan had not been cruel or abusive during their lovemaking, everything about him turned him completely off. He had a h.e.l.l of a time concealing the fact that he was not at all excited.

He had concentrated on bringing Ethan to o.r.g.a.s.m, distracting him from his lack of enthusiasm.

Anyway, it had worked. Ethan had released him from the constraints and allowed him to dress, even giving him a tee-shirt of his to wear. Then he had taken him through a ma.s.sive hallway and into a dining room. A strange woman who looked part amphibian brought them some food, saying nothing.

Several armed men stood around idly as they ate. Ethan ate heartily, something that resembled steak. Tyler on the other hand ate sparingly. He was worried about Bryce. After Ethan had finished his food, he stood up abruptly and gave Tyler a smile of satisfaction. "Come now, I want you to fulfill your promise to me. You will tell Donovan what we discussed." Tyler nodded, sc.r.a.ping back his chair. He followed Ethan down another long hallway. His heart was in his throat. Although he was anxious to see Bryce, to make sure he was alright, he wasn't anxious to lie to him. He knew it would hurt him but if they were ever going to make it out of here alive, it was a small price to pay.

He was unprepared for what Ethan led him into. When the door of the room opened, he saw a huge bed directly in front of him. A naked man lay sleeping there, his legs and arms sprawled out across the bed. Then his gaze moved over to the left, where Ethan was now standing.

He gasped, causing Ethan to turn around and look at him. Quickly recovering himself, he moved closer.

Bryce was suspended upright, his wrists attached over his head, his feet spread and secured to the floor. What was left of his shirt hung in tatters over his bulging biceps. His pants and underwear were huddled around his feet on the floor. His head lolled back and his s.e.x was fully erect, as were his delicious brown nipples. He was moaning, his eyes half closed. Instinctively, he reached out his hand, than withdrew it.

Ethan ran his gaze lecherously over Donovan's hard, fluid soaked body. "Commander," he whispered softly, "Tyler's here."

Tyler bit his lip. "How much ID did you give him?"

"Liquid ID, highly concentrated," Ethan laughed, reaching out and circling a finger around one of Bryce's nipples.

Donovan groaned, lifting his head.

Tyler wanted to cut off Ethan's hand.

Bryce was looking in his direction, his eyes gla.s.sy and unfocussed. "Touch me," he breathed.

Tyler swallowed, his gaze going to his s.e.x. Oh, how he wanted to relieve his agony but he knew that would be a mistake.

Ethan looked over at Tyler now. "Tell him," he said gruffly, "tell him what you came here to say."

Tyler closed his eyes, then took a deep breath. These words were going to hurt him more than they would hurt Bryce. He very much doubted he'd even hear them. "Bryce, I need to tell you something. There is no...I mean there never was any...I used you. I distracted you while I conspired with Ethan to overthrow Ruby Miracle. I just couldn't work for Jack. I love Ethan. You understand?"

Bryce licked his lips. "f.u.c.k me. Come here and take me. I ache. I need you."

Tyler scrunched up his fists at his side.

Ethan ran his hand over Bryce's rough jaw, and then over his chest. Tyler saw him undo his pants as he walked around Bryce's seductively posed body.

Tyler reached out and grabbed Ethan's arm. "I thought it was me you wanted. If I'm going to be exclusive, then so will you. I don't want you f.u.c.king Bryce Donovan."

Ethan laughed. "Jealous, eh?"

"Yes," Tyler hissed.

"But you want him too, don't you, Tyler? I see it in your eyes. You can't hide it."

Tyler remained silent.

Ethan took some ID out of his pocket. He lit up one of the slim silver cigarettes and took a deep drag. He pa.s.sed it to Tyler. "Go ahead," he said.

Tyler was about to refuse when Ethan came closer and forced the cigarette between his lips. Tyler took several deep drags, enough to have a serious effect on his libido.

Ethan's gaze moved down to his groin. "Hard, aren't you, Tyler?"

He nodded.

"Take him." He looked at Bryce. "I don't mind. I want to see you take him," Ethan insisted, reaching into his own pants as he took a puff of the ID, then extinguished it. He rubbed his s.e.x, and moved closer to Bryce.

"Tyler is going to use your body for his pleasure, Donovan," he said. "Just a little reminder that he's mine now, not yours." Ethan looked at Tyler. "Get undressed. Let him look at you and tease him some. Make him suffer."