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Lucas looked up at Tyler with pleading eyes, afraid that the other blond, in his hatred of
him, would seriously consider the offer. The darkness concealed Tyler's expression.
"I know you don't like him, Tyler. The entire island knows it. Lucas is the new golden
boy of the pirate crew. He's a fucking virgin. We both know how badly Adam wants to tap this.
And I'm betting money he wants to do it more than once."
"Tyler, don't listen to him! You know he's just--" Lucas choked as Donahue tightened his
arm.
"Shhh," Donahue murmured to him. "Tyler and I are talking. We're planning how we're
going to fuck the shit out of you, Lucas. Kindly don't interrupt." He planted a kiss on Lucas'
temple. "Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Tyler, in one night we can get rid of Lucas forever. Either
he'll come over to my gang because he's too ashamed to rejoin the pirates or he'll leave the island
for good. It just depends on how you and I use him tonight. Do we break him or do we humiliate
him? I'm good with either as long as I get my dick up inside him. It's your call."
Lucas snarled with rage at the words. He clawed Donahue's arm with his fingernails,
digging bloody furrows. Donahue cursed and punched him in the kidney. Pain exploded in
Lucas' back. He curled up as much as he could, clutching mud.
"Tyler--" he pleaded through the pain. "Don't--"
"If we do this," Tyler said to Donahue in a strange, flat voice, "we both get what we
want."
Donahue surged against Lucas in his excitement. "Yes."
"You always get what you want, don't you, Rory?"
"Sounds like I will tonight." Donahue chuckled.
"But yet you didn't get Adam," Tyler went on, "and I've decided you're not getting Lucas
either. I think you're psychotic as fuck. There's no way I'm helping you with anything."
"You gonna fight me, Tyler?" Donahue demanded in a dark, eager voice. "Come on,
pussy. I'll fuck you both over. Adam'll just love that. Both his boys, broken on my dick."
"In your dreams," Tyler sneered. He raised his arm over his head. Lucas heard a strange
whirring sound.
Donahue lifted his head. "What the hell is--"
Something sliced through the air, wicking through Lucas' hair, nearly scalping him. It
struck Donahue directly between the eyes. The impact, which sounded like a golf ball hitting a
coconut, dropped Donahue like a stone. He collapsed on Lucas' back, dead weight. Something
slithered across the back of Lucas' neck. It was a length of rope.
Lucas pushed Donahue's slack arm away from his throat and drew in a huge lungful of
air. He quickly rolled to the side, dumping Donahue's body face first into the mud. Next to his
head lay what must have been Tyler's horse tail dildo.
Wincing from his bruised kidney and the soreness between his legs, Lucas pushed up
onto hands and knees and looked up into the jungle.
"I found the flag," Tyler told him bluntly. "It's up ahead."
"You could have grabbed it and won," Lucas said, bewildered. "Why didn't you?"
"Why are you complaining, new guy? If I'd gone for it you would've been fucked here in
the mud like a pig."
"I-I'm not complaining. Hell. Of course I'm not. Tyler, you saved me."
"I only did it for Adam," Tyler muttered, turning away. "And because I hate Rory to the
bottom of my soul. Not even you deserve to be fucked by him."
"Tyler, wait."
The blond didn't, of course. That was asking too much. Lucas staggered to his feet and
pushed into the jungle after the other man. Tyler had already put distance between them. Lucas
fought through the leaves and vines to catch up. Tyler made it easy by pausing in front of a
shadowy alcove formed by a pair of bent, twisted trees. The triangular space between them was
brightened by a canvas yellow flag planted into the loamy earth.
Tyler looked back at him. "I won."
Lucas nodded, unsure of the mood between them. "You did. Grab it before any of
Donahue's guys get here."
He watched Tyler approach the alcove and reach into the shadows. He plucked the flag
from the ground. Tied to the tip of it on a string was a whistle. Tyler put it to his lips and blew
for two seconds. The sound tore through the jungle like an arrow. Lucas slumped in relief.
"You owe me, new guy."
He tensed as Tyler paced back to him, the flag clutched in his right hand. Lucas could
finally make out the other blond's expression now that he was closer. Tyler looked strangely
defiant, as if he expected Lucas to argue with him.
Lucas had no intention of doing so. "I do, Tyler. You saved my ass. Literally. I should
have known you d--"
"I didn't do it for you," Tyler snapped.
Sighing, Lucas nodded. "Okay, okay. I get it. You did it for Adam and yourself. There's
no way I'd believe you'd do anything for my sake, Tyler. Relax."
"I could have done what he said," Tyler sneered.
"What? Who? Donahue?"
Tyler stopped mere inches from Lucas. Still tense, Lucas half expected the other man to
stab him with the flag.
"It would have been smarter for me to join him in fucking you," Tyler said in a low,
spitting snarl. "Give you a taste of your own medicine."
Lucas didn't flinch away. "Maybe you're right. I deserve a good ass-kicking after the way
I acted with you. I'm sorry. I was stupid. I didn't know how to handle it so I decided to blow it
instead."
"Yeah, you really blew it." Tyler's expression was ugly.
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Lucas looked up at Tyler with pleading eyes, afraid that the other blond, in his hatred of
him, would seriously consider the offer. The darkness concealed Tyler's expression.
"I know you don't like him, Tyler. The entire island knows it. Lucas is the new golden
boy of the pirate crew. He's a fucking virgin. We both know how badly Adam wants to tap this.
And I'm betting money he wants to do it more than once."
"Tyler, don't listen to him! You know he's just--" Lucas choked as Donahue tightened his
arm.
"Shhh," Donahue murmured to him. "Tyler and I are talking. We're planning how we're
going to fuck the shit out of you, Lucas. Kindly don't interrupt." He planted a kiss on Lucas'
temple. "Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Tyler, in one night we can get rid of Lucas forever. Either
he'll come over to my gang because he's too ashamed to rejoin the pirates or he'll leave the island
for good. It just depends on how you and I use him tonight. Do we break him or do we humiliate
him? I'm good with either as long as I get my dick up inside him. It's your call."
Lucas snarled with rage at the words. He clawed Donahue's arm with his fingernails,
digging bloody furrows. Donahue cursed and punched him in the kidney. Pain exploded in
Lucas' back. He curled up as much as he could, clutching mud.
"Tyler--" he pleaded through the pain. "Don't--"
"If we do this," Tyler said to Donahue in a strange, flat voice, "we both get what we
want."
Donahue surged against Lucas in his excitement. "Yes."
"You always get what you want, don't you, Rory?"
"Sounds like I will tonight." Donahue chuckled.
"But yet you didn't get Adam," Tyler went on, "and I've decided you're not getting Lucas
either. I think you're psychotic as fuck. There's no way I'm helping you with anything."
"You gonna fight me, Tyler?" Donahue demanded in a dark, eager voice. "Come on,
pussy. I'll fuck you both over. Adam'll just love that. Both his boys, broken on my dick."
"In your dreams," Tyler sneered. He raised his arm over his head. Lucas heard a strange
whirring sound.
Donahue lifted his head. "What the hell is--"
Something sliced through the air, wicking through Lucas' hair, nearly scalping him. It
struck Donahue directly between the eyes. The impact, which sounded like a golf ball hitting a
coconut, dropped Donahue like a stone. He collapsed on Lucas' back, dead weight. Something
slithered across the back of Lucas' neck. It was a length of rope.
Lucas pushed Donahue's slack arm away from his throat and drew in a huge lungful of
air. He quickly rolled to the side, dumping Donahue's body face first into the mud. Next to his
head lay what must have been Tyler's horse tail dildo.
Wincing from his bruised kidney and the soreness between his legs, Lucas pushed up
onto hands and knees and looked up into the jungle.
"I found the flag," Tyler told him bluntly. "It's up ahead."
"You could have grabbed it and won," Lucas said, bewildered. "Why didn't you?"
"Why are you complaining, new guy? If I'd gone for it you would've been fucked here in
the mud like a pig."
"I-I'm not complaining. Hell. Of course I'm not. Tyler, you saved me."
"I only did it for Adam," Tyler muttered, turning away. "And because I hate Rory to the
bottom of my soul. Not even you deserve to be fucked by him."
"Tyler, wait."
The blond didn't, of course. That was asking too much. Lucas staggered to his feet and
pushed into the jungle after the other man. Tyler had already put distance between them. Lucas
fought through the leaves and vines to catch up. Tyler made it easy by pausing in front of a
shadowy alcove formed by a pair of bent, twisted trees. The triangular space between them was
brightened by a canvas yellow flag planted into the loamy earth.
Tyler looked back at him. "I won."
Lucas nodded, unsure of the mood between them. "You did. Grab it before any of
Donahue's guys get here."
He watched Tyler approach the alcove and reach into the shadows. He plucked the flag
from the ground. Tied to the tip of it on a string was a whistle. Tyler put it to his lips and blew
for two seconds. The sound tore through the jungle like an arrow. Lucas slumped in relief.
"You owe me, new guy."
He tensed as Tyler paced back to him, the flag clutched in his right hand. Lucas could
finally make out the other blond's expression now that he was closer. Tyler looked strangely
defiant, as if he expected Lucas to argue with him.
Lucas had no intention of doing so. "I do, Tyler. You saved my ass. Literally. I should
have known you d--"
"I didn't do it for you," Tyler snapped.
Sighing, Lucas nodded. "Okay, okay. I get it. You did it for Adam and yourself. There's
no way I'd believe you'd do anything for my sake, Tyler. Relax."
"I could have done what he said," Tyler sneered.
"What? Who? Donahue?"
Tyler stopped mere inches from Lucas. Still tense, Lucas half expected the other man to
stab him with the flag.
"It would have been smarter for me to join him in fucking you," Tyler said in a low,
spitting snarl. "Give you a taste of your own medicine."
Lucas didn't flinch away. "Maybe you're right. I deserve a good ass-kicking after the way
I acted with you. I'm sorry. I was stupid. I didn't know how to handle it so I decided to blow it
instead."
"Yeah, you really blew it." Tyler's expression was ugly.
But the angrier Tyler became the more Lucas became convinced that Tyler had hoped for
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