Part 7 (1/2)

”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 h.o.r.n.y 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 sc.r.a.p,” 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 c.o.c.k was exceptional, thick and long, maybe seven inches.

Ryan made an appreciative sound in his throat.

”Hi,” Tyler said.

”h.e.l.lo,” he replied. ”I'm Six.” They never gave their real names.

Pete looked around. There was an array of s.e.x 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 c.o.c.k.

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 wh.o.r.e,” Ryan shook his head, concentrating on fondling Six's t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es.

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 c.o.c.k, a scrumptious a.s.s.

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 wh.o.r.e; 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 c.o.c.k in the Six's mouth, who was sucking it with enthusiasm.