Welcome to the world of  D.J. Manly

Coming Soon to Amber Allure. This is part of the Science Fiction Anthology.

An extreme sports athlete and a head of security for the supreme ruler are the perfect sexual match!

Warning,hot taste!) Wear protective gear!

The party was in full swing, with music, libations and acrobats flying over head. Now, where was that juicy, hot little piece of boy toy he was looking for?

As Brand combed the many rooms, he received a lot of interesting invitations but none he was willing to settle for. There was only one ass he wanted this night. Finally, when he began to think that the object of his frantic search had maybe skipped the party altogether, he found him.

Tanner Chapale stood out on the open balcony, all that luscious black hair streaming down his back, his succulent little ass hugged by a formfitting pair of gold pants that clung to him like a second skin. The cool night breeze caused the white, sleeveless shirt he wore to flap open around his torso. Brand caught fleeting glimpses of his golden skin, causing him to suck in his breath.

He closed the door and it caused the athlete to turn around quickly. “Who are you?” His voice was surprisingly soft for a man.

Brand took a few steps closer. He told himself to resist the urge to fall at Chapale’s feet. He cleared his throat, deepened his voice. “My name is Brand. I’ve come here tonight to…” He licked his lips as Tanner moved off the balcony and came inside.

“Yes?” he insisted, his gaze moving over him slowly. “You came for what?”

“I came to fuck you,” Brand said, not quite believing he’d managed it. He resisted the urge to sink into shyness. Be bold. That’s what he’d been taught. Take it. Don’t ask.

“Is that so?” Tanner moved closer and purred like a cat, his fingers suddenly sliding over one of Brand’s biceps. “And if I refuse?” His hand moved down and traced Brand’s cock through the material of his pants.

Brand sucked in some air.

Tanner squeezed Brand’s cock through the material. “And…if…I…refuse?” He repeated more insistently, looking up into Brand’s eyes.

“I’ll take it anyway,” Brand grunted, his knees feeling weak as Tanner slowly rubbed the back of his knuckles over Brand’s erection.

“I see.” He rubbed a little harder.

Brand clamped his teeth together.

“I just love a man in uniform.”

“Lucky I wore it then.”

“And what if you’re not worthy? What if you’re not capable?” He was still rubbing Brand’s cock, his eyes boring into his.

Brand’s chest heaved. “Oh, baby, I’m capable.”

Tanner took a step back. “If a man wants to do a job, he must have the right equipment. Do you agree, Brand?”

“I guess.” He couldn’t move. He wanted him so much at that moment, he was prepared to beg. But Tanner didn’t want that. He wanted to conquered, to be taken, and Brand wanted to take him.

“Show me you have what it takes,” Tanner breathed. His gaze moved to Brand’s crotch.