Brandon awoke slowly. He blinked several times against the glare from the bright lights in the ceiling. They made his eyes hurt. They were way too intense. When his vision adjusted, Brandon scooted up and looked around.
Once again, he found himself surrounded by white. He sat on a thin mattress on the floor, covered by a white sheet. Even the scrub-like clothes on his body were white. Brandon was really starting to hate the color white.
He climbed to his feet. The room began to spin. He quickly planted his hand on the wall for support. He stood still for a moment while he tried to get his bearings, and then crossed over to the door. He wasn’t surprised to find it locked.
Brandon wasn’t sure anything would surprise him, not after his promotion. While things were a bit fuzzy, he still remembered every little pinprick of a needle, every insidious procedure done to his body.
And he was pissed.
Brandon looked through the small, wire-mesh window. He could see a hallway—and more white walls—but from his vantage point, he couldn’t see anything else. There were no people, no doors, no windows, nothing.
“Hey! Let me out of here!” he shouted as he balled up his fists and banged on the door. “Let me out! This is kidnapping, damn it.”
Brandon banged some more. He slammed his fists on the door until they started to hurt. Slumping with his back against the wall, Brandon slid down to the floor. He dropped his head into his hands. How in the hell had he gotten into this predicament?
A sudden, sharp pain shot through Brandon’s head. He cried out and gripped his skull tighter between his hands, but the pressure didn’t help. The pain just got worse, bigger, until it thrummed throughout his entire body.
Brandon felt like he was being skinned alive. His skin burned, ached. The muscles in his arms and legs contracted in the biggest muscle seizure he ever experienced. The pain started at the top of his body and shot right down to the arches of his feet.
As suddenly as the pain came, it left. Brandon sat there, the breath entering and leaving his lungs as he sucked in great gulps of air. The aches in his body slowly faded away, the spots before his eyes clearing.
Brandon leaned his head back against the wall. His heart hammered. The pace slowed, but Brandon had a hard time catching his breath. His chest ached and felt restricted, like someone sat on him.
After a few minutes, he rolled to his hands and knees, ready to push himself to his feet. A beep sounded, and the door opened, admitting the man in the white coat from before and another armed guard.
“Ah, Mr. Thomas,” the doctor said, “you’re awake. Very good.”
Brandon scooted back on his hands and feet as the doctor advanced on him. He hit another wall, jerking when the armed guard reached for him. The guard pulled Brandon to his feet and escorted him by his arms over to the bed, then forced him to sit down. Before he could get up or protest, the doctor stood over him, taking his pulse.
Dr. Carson shined a bright light in Brandon’s eyes. He blinked several times, large spots clouding his vision again. Brandon slapped out with his hands, trying to push the doctor away. The guard instantly stepped to Brandon’s side and grabbed him by the wrists, twisting his arms behind his back.
“Now, now, Mr. Thomas,” Dr. Carson admonished, “we both know what happened the last time you were combative. Do I need to give you another sedative?”
Brandon shook his head. “Why are you doing this to me? This is kidnapping.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Thomas,” the doctor replied as he shook his head. “You apparently didn’t read the fine print in your employment contract.”
“I didn’t sign up to be a pin cushion,” Brandon snapped. “I’m an orderly.”
“You are an employee of Gervais Institute of Study, Mr. Thomas.”
And that means what, exactly?
“As such, you are subject to the rules and regulations of this institute, which state that you must voluntarily submit to examination and transfer of duties at any time.”
“I didn’t volunteer for shit.”
“Ah, but you did, my dear boy, when you signed your employment contract.” Dr. Carson patted Brandon’s arm, then reached into his pocket to pull out a syringe filled with red liquid. He pulled the cap off and squirted a bit into the air.
The doctor nodded to the two guards. Oh, hell no. They weren’t sticking him with any more needles. Brandon started to struggle, but they flipped him over and held him down to the small bed, one of the men jerking Brandon’s pants down and off his legs. They just as quickly removed his shirt.
A moment later, Brandon cried out and went stiff as the needle sank into the soft flesh of one butt cheek. Intense pain followed the injection of the liquid in the syringe. Brandon didn’t know what it was, but he could feel it burning through his body like acid. It made him feel hot and achy...needy.
He inhaled sharply as what felt like hot lava started flowing through his body. The guards holding Brandon down let him go and stepped toward the door. He quickly rolled over and glared at the doctor.
“Wh-what did you do to me?” he panted.
“I’ve given you a wonderful serum I constructed, something to einsure your compliance.” The sinister grin on the doctor’s face gave the impression the man was proud of what he created.
“Compliance with what?”
“We’re conducting a little experiment here, my dear Brandon,” the doctor said, “and the genetic anomaly in your DNA has just made you a major subject in that experiment.”
“What experiment?” Brandon cried out. “What anomaly?” He really didn’t like the smirk on the doctor’s face. The obscene look sent a cold shiver up his back and made the hairs on his arm stand up.
“Ah, but see, you did volunteer. When you were examined for your position as orderly, you voluntarily gave us a sample of your blood, and we discovered you have a genetic anomaly that makes you unique in the human population.”
Human population? What the fuck?
No doubt about it, the doctor was not playing with a full deck. He was nuts. Brandon scooted back onto the bed and held up his hands. “Hey look, I don’t know what you’re into here, but I want none of it. You gotta let me go.”
“I’m afraid that is impossible, Brandon, we have established that your DNA is compatible with one of our test subjects. Since only one percent of the world’s human population has compatible DNA, we need you for this experiment. Now, I don’t want you to worry, we’ve learned a lot from past experiments and have taken actions to einsure a successful union.”
“A successful union?” Brandon’s eyes widened. “What did you do to me?”
Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. He could feel the cool air from the vent on the wall brushing across his skin, each systematic, mechanical motion like a tongue licking at his naked skin.
Brandon clenched his fists and screamed out his frustration. The sound bounced off the walls and echoed in the nearly empty room. There didn’t seem to be much more he could do. Lifting his arms took effort.
When the door opened and a dark figure crept into the room, it was all Brandon could do to turn his head and look. He had just enough time to take in a rather tall figure dressed in a dark suit before the lights flashed off and the room plunged into total darkness.
The man reached for him, and Brandon tried to push himself away, panic overcoming his shock at the man’s sudden appearance. His body just wouldn’t cooperate. Brandon whimpered in fear as the man picked him up. His head rolled against a strong chest, and the pure, masculine scent of the man filled his senses.
“Shh, mo shíorghrá, I have you,” the man whispered.
“No talking,” the man said quietly “I’m here to get you out of this mess. If they hear us, they might catch us. I need you to be very quiet.”
Brandon cried out at the touch of the man’s hands on his hot skin. He clutched at the man’s shoulders as he arched into his body, needing more contact. “Touch me!”
“Oh, mo shíorghrá, I can’t,” the man whispered. “You’ve been given something that makes you feel this way. I can’t—”
“Please!” Brandon cried desperately. “I hurt.”
The deep blue eyes staring down at Brandon seemed to waver for a moment. Brandon almost cried out again, but then the man nodded and laid Brandon back on the bed, following down to lie next to him.
Strong, calloused hands skimmed over Brandon’s body. His skin tingled as the heat in his body flamed. When firm fingers finally wrapped around his throbbing cock, Brandon had to swallow back a scream of relief.
But that feeling was fast fleeting as the man began to stroke his heated shaft. The faster the hand wrapped around him moved, the more aroused Brandon became. He could feel the very air in the room move across his skin.
Brandon humped his hips, trying to speed up the stimulation to his body. He could feel himself teeter on the edge of a momentous orgasm. He just couldn’t seem to fall over the edge. The faster the man stroked him, the more Brandon needed, until hise tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
“I can’t— I can’t—” Brandon just knew he was going to die if something didn’t happen soon. His balls had drawn up so tight to his body they felt like rocks. His cock was becoming too sensitive. Brandon clutched at the man’s shirt and pleaded. “Please, help me. I can’t—”
The man’s azure blue eyes closed for a moment, and he seemed to draw in a deep breath. When they opened, Brandon detected a hint of sadness in their depths. He didn’t understand the emotion he saw there.
“Okay, mo shíorghrá.” There was a resigned tone to the man’s voice that hadn’t been there before.
Brandon briefly wondered about it, until the man rolled to the side of the bed and started unzipping his slacks, and Brandon’s thoughts scattered.
The hard cock revealed to Brandon’s hungry gaze made him lick his lips as lust spiraled through his body. Brandon’s breath caught in his throat. The man was beautiful, stunning, an Adonis.
“Sexy man,” Brandon whispered as he reached for the hottest looking man he’d ever seen in his life. He whined in protest when the man rolled him to his stomach, but then strong hands gripped his hips and pulled him to the edge of the bed.
Brandon eagerly spread his legs, impatient for what he hoped was coming. He’d seen the cock this man sported. He wanted it; he needed to feel it pounding into his ass. Brandon was pretty sure his life depended on it, and not because of some fucked-up serum some lunatic doctor gave him.
As a lubed finger breached his ass, Brandon had just a moment to wonder where the lube had come from before the pleasure of being impaled overwhelmed him. Brandon started moaning, pushing back with his hips.
“More, please, more!”
Another finger was added, then another. The more the man touched him, the more pleasure Brandon felt. Even the slight burn of having three fingers in his ass only added to the exquisite sensations bombarding Brandon.
When the fingers pulled out of his ass, Brandon started to sit up and protest only to have a hand push against the middle of his back, forcing him down onto the mattress. A moment later, Brandon felt his legs pushed farther apart.
“Are you sure, mo shíorghrá?” the man whispered into the dark.
“I’m sorry, Brandon.”
Brandon opened his mouth to ask what those words meant, but the quick thrust of a cock in his ass stole his breath. Brandon felt each movement, no matter how small. They fit together so perfectly, he was certain he could feel the man behind him breathing.
Brandon pushed a pillow under his stomach and buried his face in his arms. He pushed back with his hips. There was a very distant part of him that was shocked that he was allowing—no, begging—some stranger to fuck him. But the intense pleasure that shot through his body when the man started to move his shock quickly overshadowed his surprise. Brandon wasn’t sure he’d ever felt anything so good in his life.
Heis wasn’t a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn’t a slut either. He’d had his share of relationships and one night stands. Nothing in his entire sexual experience prepared him for the feelings this man produced in him.
Brandon’s entire body quaked as the man pounded into him. Each thrust pushed him forward on the bed, driving his cock into the pillow bunched beneath him. Each withdrawal of the man’s cock pulled him back, dragging Brandon’s cock back against the soft material. The movement provided just enough sensation to drive Brandon out of his mind.
The heat in Brandon’s body built until an inferno blazed inside him. He knew he was going to combust at any moment. Just when Brandon thought he couldn’t take any more, the man grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back.
Brandon turned his head a bit, just enough to make out a strong, chiseled jaw from the corner of his eye. Deep, azure blue eyes blazed at him, almost glowing in the darkness of the room.