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Authors: H.C. Brown

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"Room 2." Gryd tipped his head toward a door across the arena. "The female is the High Commissioner's wife. Do whatever she requires."

Fane threw Gryd a practiced, blank expression, turned and walked toward the assigned door. The advantage of being a cyborg was that he did not have to reply to commands. Gryd expected him to comply without comment. That was fine with him; the less interaction he had with the bloated weasel, the better. His sac ached. Perhaps the Commissioner's wife would ease his frustration.

Inside the appointed room, an attractive female lounged naked on a large bed. A pornographic hologram played in the center of the floor. The room oozed opulence, from the wide, intricately carved marble fireplace to the art on the walls. Expensive perfume scented the air. Fane stood by the door and gazed at the woman.

"Ah, there you are, 636." She stretched leisurely and smiled. "I will call you Apollo. You are able to fabricate any costume I require, is that so?"

This would be easy. He would take his time and enjoy fucking this high born. In fact, he would do nothing too extreme for this rich lady. He would put her across his knee and spank her until she creamed.
I will make you beg, sweet Commissioner's wife.

"Yes, and what would you like me to call you, madam?"

"You may call me Trisa." She gave him a slow smile. "My fantasy is to have sex with a golden god. I so love Earth's mythology."

Computer, remove domination garb, make my skin gold. Increase my aphrodisiac scent.

Give me sex speak.
He moved toward the bed, naked now, his skin shimmering gold.

Running his thumb over Trisa's bottom lip, he met her gaze and lowered his voice to a deep, sexy drawl. "I can be your fantasy, Trisa. Do you want a Greek god to love you?"

He cupped her breast and squeezed. "Do you want me to make you scream in ecstasy?"

"Oh . . . yes."

He squeezed her nipples a little harder in order to judge her response. Trisa tipped her head back; her face held an expression of bliss. Her full mouth opened slightly, and her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Fane sat on the side of the bed and slowly caressed her body. He slid his hands around her buttocks, and sank his fingers deep into the soft flesh. "Do you like it rough, Trisa?"

"Oh yes, Apollo . . . yes."

Thank God, this female would enjoy spanking. He lifted her across his knees.

Trisa's hard nipples pressed against his thigh, and her silky hair brushed his legs.

Inhaling her rich, feminine scent, Fane pushed his mind into the character of Apollo. He would give her the ultimate experience in the hope that Gryd would give him more assignments like this one. He ran his hand over Trisa's back in a long, sensual caress and cupped her plump bottom. He squeezed. She had such smooth skin, unmarked and the color of alabaster. The Commissioner had never disciplined his wife.

Fane stroked her from ass to thigh and took his time exploring the cleft of her ass and soaking pussy lips. Trisa moaned under his touch; her skin pebbled into goose flesh. He pressed his fingers into her soft thighs. "You are a very bad girl to seek a lover.

You have a husband. I think I should punish you."

"Yes, I've been bad." Trisa lifted her hips. "Punish me, Apollo."

"Oh, I'll punish you, sweet thing." Fane chuckled. "Then I'm going to fuck you . . .

you want me to fuck your tight ass, don't you?"

"Please . . . ."

He started with each thigh, lingering on the sweet spot where the buttocks met the leg. Alternating harsh slaps with slow, soothing strokes of his hand. The loud smacks echoed around the room, punctuated by Trisa's shrieks of delight. By the time he moved to her bottom, she was writhing in ecstasy. His handprints covered her flesh, and her skin glowed like a ripe peach. Sliding his fingers into her sopping pussy, he finger fucked her slowly until she trembled against his knees. He groaned. The female's scent filled his nostrils, his cock pressed hard into her belly, and his second cock had already broken through the sac. His temperature rose, sweat coated his body.
I must find
release
. Fane dipped his fingers into her hot, wet pussy again, drawing the moisture up the cleft of her ass to coat her tight star. "You are so wet, Trisa; I believe you enjoyed the punishment." He pushed his thumb into her ass.

"You take me so close to climax and yet deny me release." Trisa lifted her head.

"Fuck me, Apollo, fuck me now."

With a groan, Fane picked her up. Holding her against his chest, he nuzzled her cheek, then turned and dropped her onto her back on the blue silk sheets. The female fell back, breathing heavily, her long, dark hair spread across the pillows. She opened her legs in invitation, her lips curled in a smug smile. Fane knelt between her legs, and then slid his body along the full length of her. He liked to test a female's submissive nature by her reaction to the weight of his body. Trisa responded by lifting her slim arms above her head in total submission. Smiling, he met her sultry gaze, sensing she wanted him to kiss her. He turned his head away, denying her that pleasure. His kisses were for the females of his choice. No one must know his saliva carried a potent aphrodisiac. "Lift up your legs; wrap them around my waist."

Trisa gripped his shoulders, her long nails tearing into his flesh. Fane enjoyed the pain she inflicted and growled. He bent his head, took her nipple into his mouth, and bit gently. She tasted of rose-scented soap. Rocking his hips, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her slick pussy. He released his second cock and found her tight, puckered hole. He lifted his head to watch her face, noting the second she felt both cocks push against her simultaneously. With a jerk of his hips, he entered her in a double penetration. Sliding deep, Fane gasped at the intensity of the female's heat.

Trisa's blue eyes widened, her mouth opened, and she gave a long, satisfied moan.

Fane rode her hard, plunging deep into her writhing body. Pleasure built quickly with each delightful thrust. His balls ached. Shimmers of erotic bliss hurtled into his cocks. He buried his face in her pert breasts and suckled, nipping at the nipples until her moans of delight shattered his control. He struggled to hold on, refusing to finish before Trisa climaxed. Rolling his hips, he changed the angle and plunged harder.

Trisa's long fingers tangled in his hair, she bucked and sobbed as she found her release.

Fane drove in deep and gave in to the pleasure. White spots danced before his eyes, and he came in long, sizzling spurts, both cocks creating a mind-blowing climax. He fell forward. The room moved in and out of focus. Under his cheek, Trisa's heart pounded, and her damp body trembled against him. With one last swipe of his tongue across her rosy nipple, he drew a deep breath and slid from her. There could be no afterglow. He must act like a machine and drag himself from her warm embrace like a good cyborg.

"You are remarkable." Trisa blew the hair from her eyes. "Come here and cuddle me." She frowned. "Oh yes, never mind. Gryd told me you have no emotions, so I don't even have to thank you, do I?"

I should thank you.
She had asked a direct question.
Keep the answer short and
unemotional
. "No madam."

God, he craved intimacy. He enjoyed his brief interludes with Jace, but he remembered the joy of spooning and wanted to wake up beside a woman or reach for her in the night. A family would be nice, children. He shook his head. This life had sounded like a dream come true. He rolled off the bed and without a backward glance at the woman, left the room. Head high, he walked to the cyborg shower room. Yes, any single man would want his enhancements and the huge salary they had promised, all this just to fuck women. Gryd had considered Fane's expertise in BDSM an added bonus. He moved into the shower cubicle and turned on the hot water. They had not told him he could never return to Earth or that men would abuse his body Fane's hands balled into fists. The contract was a ruse—machines cannot sign contracts.

Fane pressed his head against the wall of the stainless steel shower. Scalding water spilled over him. Through the billowing clouds of steam, he turned his head to see Jace move into the next cubicle.
Computer, connect me to Jace, Mind Speak. "Jace."

"Leave me be, I need to sort out my head."
Jace turned on the shower.

With a shrug, Fane rubbed soap all over his body, washed his hair, and stepped from the cubicle. He frowned. Jace was sitting on the shower stall floor, his head resting on his knees. His gut tightened. "
What happened to you?"

"
Gryd had a couple of special male friends for me
." Jace lifted his head. His long hair stuck to his face, his expression a mask of despair.
"We have to escape this place. I can't do
this anymore."

Fane moved into the air dryer, his gaze not leaving his friend.
"What special
friends? There were only two men, and they pleasured the female I punished."

"Gryd had six males from another planet. I took the female into another private room.

They wanted to watch me make love to her, and then they took their pleasure with me. I enjoy a
ménage; although, you know I really prefer being with a male, but this . . . fuck . . . this did in
my head."

A shiver ran down Fane's back; for once, the fact he had rugged features pleased him. Jace's uniquely handsome face was a magnet for Gryd's guests, and today, no doubt, they wanted some ass. Looking down at his friend, his heart filled with emotion.

He stepped into the shower, pulled Jace to his feet, and drew him into his arms.

Pressing kisses down the younger man's cheek, he stroked Jace's back.
"What happened?

You should talk it out."

"At first, they said they wanted to see my cocks in action."
Jace buried his face in Fane's neck and held him tight.
"After, they took me to Gryd's dungeon and tied me to a
bench. They didn't whip me—I wish they had. They were Trans. They acted like animals. The six
of them took turns."
He lifted his head and met Fane's gaze.
"Gryd told them that I was a
machine devoid of pain and emotion."
He spat. "
Fuck. I can't get the taste of them out of my
mouth."

Lifting Jace's chin, Fane slid his mouth across the man's trembling lips. Water tumbled across them, making it hard to breathe. He kissed the man with gentle passion, allowing his aphrodisiac saliva to run across his friend's tongue.
I'll ask for some time to
hone our skills. They'll not monitor us in the practice area. Don't worry, I'll make you forget
about Gryd's fucking visitors . . . tonight . . . I promise.

"God, Fane, I don't think even you can fix me this time. It was a fucking nightmare."
He shook his head and his eyes filled with emotion.
"Worst of all, Gryd overrode my AI and
made me come."

Chapter Two

Fane smiled at Commander 7. "I pleased Gryd today with a new technique. May I take Jace down to the practice area and instruct him?"

"It's your down time." Commander 7 rubbed his chin, walked toward the control pad, and punched in a series of numbers. "I'll give you two hours."

The door to his cell clicked open, and Fane strode into the hallway. He linked to Jace in Mind Speak.
Try not to blush when I pick you up for our date.

"I'm fucking hard just thinking about it."
Jace stepped from his cell and stared blankly ahead.
"Do you think the Commander will notice my hard on?"

Fane bit the inside of his cheek.
Tease.

Fighting the desire to touch Jace's tight ass, Fane followed the man along the passageway and down the dark steps to the practice area. Free of CT observation, Commander 7 used this room for training new cyborgs. As Gryd trained new recruits off-planet now, this area remained deserted most of the time. The room held a few implements of torture, whips, ropes, and floggers. A plain bench with hoops for bondage sat in the middle of the room. A stack of thick, rubber mats rested against one wall. And, as the Commander liked ass, a ready supply of lube in distinctive, blue tubes filled a bowl on a table near the door.

Inside the training area, Fane punched a sequence into the keypad to lock the door. He turned and took in the raw masculinity of his friend. Such a contradiction; Jace, the epitome of a dom, delighted in Fane's flogger. Since their embrace in the shower, he had planned a scene to draw Jace out of his nightmare. The sweet man could not go on deceiving Gryd in this condition, and any slip up would convince the boss that Jace's AI had malfunctioned. Fane moved toward the table and stopped to view the implements on display. He pushed a tube of lube into his pocket, and then selected a flogger from the table. He turned and faced Jace. Christ, the man had the soulful eyes of an archangel. Fane cleared his throat. "Take of your clothes and assume the position."

"Yes, master."

Dropping the flogger on Jace's red-streaked back, Fane gazed down at his friend.

Fuck, the beasts had cut him up bad. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to one side.

Lifting the flogger, he trailed the ribbons up Jace's thighs, across his rounded buttocks, and slowly up the man's ribs. He walked around his friend, trailing the flogger across cheek and chin.
How can I strike broken skin?

The thrill of the trust Jace bestowed on him made his heart swell. "Get onto the mat. Lie on your back, legs pulled up against your chest. Let me see your ass."

The man complied. Fane stood with his feet on each side of Jace's head and flicked the flogger along the cleft of his sub's ass. With short slaps, he drew the flogger across Jace's belly and swiped the leather ribbons over the man's flat nipples. The sound of Jace's moans of delight made him hard. Both cocks pressed uncomfortably against the front of his pants.

Drawing a deep breath, he threw the flogger into the corner. He gazed down at Jace's flushed face. The man's eyes bore into him with a fierce intensity. Fane groaned and stripped off his pants. With strong, deliberate movements, he applied lube to his sub's bruised star. He settled between Jace's legs and bent to press kisses across his belly. Dipping his tongue in the man's navel, he then moved upward to lick a path up the man's muscular chest. He nibbled his friend's tiny, erect nipples. Jace's long fingers twisted in his hair, and his hard cocks dug into Fane's stomach.

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