Eternal Souls - Wanton Renegade Part 2

"Screw those little worms. I need it. I had a s.h.i.t day."

"What happened?"

"Mother and Grandpops," he spat. "They are on me about my future and my legacy. I don't want to talk about it." He had had a wicked fight with both of them before coming here.

"Tyler, you know that sooner or later..." Ryan began.

"Oh, not you too," Tyler sighed. He looked around. "There, that one. I'm taking that one," he announced, marching over to a big tall man with sandy blond hair. He wasn't exactly what one would call a hunk, but he would do.

"Hey," he said, gazing at him, "want to come for a ride in my dream machine?" he asked him, eyeing the substantial package in his pants. "I have candy," he whispered, close to his cheek, giving him a peek of the ID.

The man stood up. "Umm, that's not the only candy I see," he murmured.

Tyler laughed.

Ryan and Pete stood watching the scene unfold. They'd seen Tyler behave like this before. It was always after having a fight with his family. They wouldn't try to stop him because it was useless. He would go off with some man, f.u.c.k his brains out, and not remember any of it the next day. They both knew that if he wasn't high, he wouldn't have looked twice at this one.

SKY POLICE HEAD QUARTERS: MIDNIGHT

Bryce sighed as Captain Smart took the electrodes off his head and laid the Information Input Machine on the desk.

"So, what do you think, Commander?" he asked him, meeting his gaze.

"I think that's a s.h.i.t-load of information for my brain to handle in one session," he growled, standing up and stretching his long legs.

He wiggled a bit on the chair as he watched him, adjusting his c.o.c.k with his hand. If "hot flashes" weren't supposed to just be for women, he would have thought he was having them. What a shame this man had been hidden away on that wasteland of a planet of his. He was something to behold.

For the last two hours he had been trying to get his attention by brushing up against him and meeting his eyes. He was all business.

"We tried to include as much information about Tyler Rose as possible," he told him as Bryce went to sit behind the desk again.

"I noticed," he said deeply, "but was it necessary to show me photos of his sixth birthday party?"

"It is important that you get the entire picture, Sir," he said, coming to stand closer to him. He placed a hand on his bicep and ma.s.saged it slowly.

He blinked and looked up at him. "Captain, are you trying to seduce me?" he asked him, meeting his eyes.

He tried to look innocent. "Well, I...no...I..."

He was no mood. Over the last few hours, he had transferred all his belongings to a housing unit in Ruby City, met the new men and women under his command either in person or by phone, and was expected to a.s.similate a bunch of mundane s.h.i.t he could care less about.

As for Tyler Rose, well he was this spoiled little rich snot head who liked to think he was a bad boy. The problem was simple, because he was Jack Rose's grandson and the heir to the throne, so to speak, the police allowed him to get away with murder.

That was about to stop and so was this s.h.i.t with Smart.

Bryce stood up to his full six foot four height. He ran his eyes over Captain Smart, who looked like he was about to c.u.m in his pants. "This is work. You're a cop and you're under my command. I don't normally f.u.c.k my subordinates, so I guess you're just going to have to deal with it. And f.u.c.king me won't get you your command back, Captain. Hopefully, I will do whatever it is Rose thinks I've been put here to do, and then move back home where I belong."

He was about to protest when he added, "Now, I suggest you go into the bathroom and jack off, because that's all the action your going to get on this shift."

Hastily, he busied himself with some papers on the desk. "Yes, Sir," he said softly.

He came out from behind the desk and picked up his helmet. "I'm going on patrol. I want a meeting back here at the end of shift with the others, O400. "

"Yes, Sir," he said again, not meeting his eyes.

"And Captain," he smiled at him before he left the office, "I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you could find someone willing to play with your c.o.c.k. But given that you will probably get your job back eventually, do it discretely okay?"

He watched him leave, swearing softly under his breath.

ONE THIRTY A.M. RUBY CITY SKIES:

Tyler took another drag of the ID and pa.s.sed it to the stranger beside him. He had taken both hands off the steering staff and put the sky mobile on automatic. When the stranger had started fondling him, he had placed his hands behind his head, so it would felt as if he were completely at his mercy. In this position he could fantasize all kinds of things.

He closed his eyes while the stranger smoked with one hand and played lazily with one of his nipples with the others.

Tyler bit his lip, bucking his hips forward. He wanted him to undo his pants but he'd have to be patient. He had to remember that he was at his mercy. He wasn't calling the shots. This man could do anything he wanted to him.

The man reached over and fiddled with something now, causing Tyler to open his eyes.

"How do you get the music going in here?" he demanded.

"Music on," Tyler said, his voiced irritated. Forget the music, his mind screamed. "Let's land her somewhere, okay?" Tyler breathed, not wanting to put down his hands.

"We need to find a spot," the man murmured, leaning over to kiss his throat.

Tyler sighed, placing his hand on the steering shaft, "Let me," he said, putting the throttle into maximum drive. "Don't stop playing with me," he insisted. "I'll be anything you want. Imagine I'm your s.e.x slave."

The man chuckled, finally reaching for the snaps on his pants. Tyler spread his thighs wider, desperate to find a place where he could land this thing. He went faster now, searching the night sky as the man's hand crept inside his open pants, and finally found its way to his erection.

Hovering in his Sky Police Craft, Bryce Donovan saw the approaching vehicle show up on his radar tracking. "Whoa," he drawled, "where's this guy going?"

Although this was the first time he had ever actually been in the "Forbidden City;" as he liked to call it; military had to know it inside and out in the event of a full flown attack. The irony was he probably knew it better than most of its residents. He had flown through it in flight simulation a million times.

If this guy thought he could outrun him, he was kidding himself.

"Give me a make on a sky vehicle, model number one thirty four, registration number seventy eight, ninety," he said into his broadcaster.

Captain Smart appeared on the screen in front of him. He smirked. "That's registered to a Tyler Rose."

He sighed. "Oh really? Seems I'm going to get to meet the wanton renegade sooner than I expected."

"I didn't copy that, Commander. Can you repeat, please?"

"No, I can't repeat. Forget it," he said, switching him off.

He laughed. After being exposed to all that data on Tyler Rose, Wanton Renegade was the only name he could come up with, to describe him. He was certainly wanton. He dressed like a wh.o.r.e and panted after every man he saw. And he was a renegade, defying his entire family and playing the bad boy after dark. Well, Tyler Rose's glory days were about to come to an end.

Putting on his flashing lights, he darted out into the night sky over Ruby City.

At the same time, Tyler let out a whoop as his vehicle spun by a skysc.r.a.per, nearly missing the top.

The man in the pa.s.senger seat howled with laughter.

"Don't stop, baby," Tyler told him, one arm over his head and the other steering the drive shaft.

The song 'Give It To Me Hard and Fast' was blaring into the vehicle as the stranger, whose name escaped him at the moment, moved his lips down to his open pants.

The flashing lights of the Sky Police Mobile only added to the excitement. "f.u.c.king great, there's the sky police," he laughed out loud. "Okay, baby," he grunted, lifting his hips off the seat, "come and get me if you're man enough sky dog!" He certainly hoped he was man enough because this guy trying to suck his d.i.c.k was solely lacking!

How many times had he been pursued by the Sky Freaks? How many of them did he seduce in the back of this very vehicle? They couldn't do anything to him anyway. They wouldn't dare!

Come on, come on, he urged in his head. "Look," Tyler sighed, pushing the man's clumsy mouth away from his c.o.c.k, "Can't you be a little more forceful, you know...I'm giving you enough clues."

"What do you mean?" He blinked.

"First, we get this freak off our backs," Tyler hissed, "and then I'll show you, okay? You can follow basic instructions, right?"

He nodded.

"Smoke a bit more ID," Tyler told him, pa.s.sing him the tube. "Wouldn't you like to role play with me, be really in control? Wouldn't you like me to do anything you want?"

"Sure." He shrugged.

Tyler started to laugh. "Any more enthusiasm and I'll c.u.m right now."

He grinned at him.

Suddenly, the music stopped. Tyler bore down on the shaft and rose up higher in the air. That Sky Freak was right on his tail.

"PUT THE VEHICLE DOWN IN THE NEAREST LANDING LOCATION," a deep voice blared over his broadcaster.

That b.u.g.g.e.r. He'd intercepted his broadcasting device. "Hey, freak, how did you get this frequency?"

"My secret," the voice replied, a male voice, deep and mysterious.

Tyler shifted in his seat. "You have a s.e.xy voice. What do you look like?"

The man next to him shook his head. "Don't, that's a Sky Cop."

"I know it's a Sky Cop," Tyler replied, lifting up his eyes to watch him dive after him in his vehicle.

"Why don't you land this thing and then you can find out," the voice replied in invitation. "Ah," Tyler mocked. "I don't think so. And I've seen you guys, it would hardly be worth my while, unless of course you know how to suck c.o.c.k real good."

His companion burst out laughing.

Bryce did not share his amus.e.m.e.nt. "Listen, Rose, you either put down your vehicle within the next five minutes or I'm going to take you down!"