Johnny opens the door to Sonny's penthouse and announces. "Lt. Taggert
is here to see you."

Sonny stops his pacing and nods his head, when Taggert strides in
confidently, he swallows hard. "That was fast."

"I told you I would be right over. So, tell me Sonny, are you shaking in
your Italian loafers yet? Surely you have figured out I have the
evidence I need to put your sorry ass behind bars for years." Taggert
chuckles as Sonny glares. "Come on, you asked for this meeting, what do
you want to say?"

"Quit playing games, Taggert. You wouldn't be dangling this over my head
if you didn't want something from me, so get it off your chest." Sonny
exhales as he asks the question he dreads the answer to. "What do you
want from me?"

"What do I want from you, Sonny?" Taggert savors the questions as his
dark brown eyes bore into the handsome man who waits nervously on the
other side of the room. "Look at you, you're trembling. Being locked up
just scares the hell out of you doesn't it?" Sonny says nothing as
Taggert crosses the room, standing just inches from he says in a even
tone. "I expect answers when I ask questions."

"Look, You don't come into my house.." Sonny shuts up when Taggert turns
on his heel and begins striding through the door. "WAIT!" When Tags
turns to face him, Sonny says softly. "I'm sorry. Look, `just tell me
what you want from me."

"I want you." Taggert says easily as Sonny's eyes flash with a mixture
of fear, confusion and a little excitement.

"Come again?"

"I plan to come many times, thanks for asking. You heard me, Sonny. I
will offer you a choice, either you belong to me or you go to prison
until the day you die. I won't be offended if you choose prison, it may
end up being an easier life for you." He smirks as Sonny glares.

"I ain't into men, Taggert."

"Right. You can save that song and dance for someone who doesn't know
about you and Jason. I got pictures, Sonny. I've been having you watched
for over a year now. That's another thing, my Mother didn't teach me to
share, so you break it off with Anger boy." Taggert takes a seat on the
couch and grins. "Now, what's it gonna be? Prison, where you can play
don't drop the soap with lot's of men, and man, they would find you
awful pretty. Or some quality time with me?"

"Why are you doing this? You don't even like me." Sonny stalls, his mind
racing as the panic sets in.

"I hate you. Yet, there is something about you that drives me a little
crazy too. I wish I could get past it, but it's become almost an
obsession. You know all about obsession don't ya, Sonny?" Taggert's
voice is soft and smooth as his eyes roam over Sonny's trembling body.
"I don't want to waist my time here, so what's it gonna be?"

"How could you pull this off? People would know." Sonny explains.

"Would they? I guess they would if we stayed here, but we're not going
to do that. You still have that place in Rio? With the Casinos? I will
go on a leave of abscene, family emergency, and you and I will slip off
to paradise for a little while. Then, we will decide where to go from
there. You have a lot to learn, Rico. So much stubborn pride that you
have to get rid of." Taggert rises to his feet and walks behind him,
slapping his ass affectionately. "Never fear, Marcus will teach ya. Make
a decision."

"When do we leave?' He chokes out as Taggert smiles triumphantly.

"Right now, my leave has already been approved. I already got everything
you need in the car, so let's go." When Sonny hesistates, Taggert glares
at him. "When I say do something, you do it immediately, do you
understand? Tell your guards to stay here, this is an intimate
vacation."

Sonny takes a deep breath as he gives his home one last lingering look.
His fate is sealed, if he walks out the door with Taggert, he is no
longer his own man, but if he refuses, he will be locked up for the rest
of his life. It sickens him to admit it, but he knows he isn't strong
enough to make it through that. However, the question remains, is he
strong enough to survive whatever Taggert has in mind? He gives Johnny
the instructions to stay behind and leaves Jason a simple note, breaking
things off. He knows Jason won't understand, but how can he tell him the
truth? His stupidity cost him everything.

A small home in Rio. Taggert tosses their bags on the floor and strides
over to the bed. "Undress." He orders as Sonny hesistates. "I really
don't want to have to get up and rip your clothes off, so undress."

Slowly working his hands over the buttons of his black silk shirt, he
looks to the floor as he pulls the silk over his shoulders, revealing
his tan chest. Taggert licks at him lips as he watches Sonny unbuckle
his belt and unzips his pants. The finely tailored pants are pushes past
his thighs, he steps out of them, folding them neatly and placing them
on the side of a chair. Remaining only his black boxer shorts, he takes
a deep breath as he slowly pulls them down, the warm tropical air swirls
around him as he steps out of his final piece of clothing.

"Very nice. Turn around slowly, I want to see what I spared your jail
sentence for." Taggert instructs as Sonny slowly turns in a circle for
him. A smile tugs at his lips as he whistles. "Very nice indeed,
pictures don't do you justice. Come here."

Sonny slowly walks towards him as Taggert pats the side of the bed. "Hop
up. I want you to lay back so I can get a good look at you." Fighting
the urge to run for  the door, he lays back on the bed and steels
himself as Taggert's strong hands slowly glide over his body. "Your
given name is Michael, right?"

"Yes." Sonny bites out.

"From now on, you only answer to Michael." Cupping his cock in his
hands, he feels it grow stiff. "You're turned on."

Sonny swallows hard as he stares at the ceiling.

"Michael, I won't rape you." Taggert replies as he drops the thick cock.
"Unless you want this, I won't continue. There are other things I can
have you do."

An inner battle wages inside of Sonny as he finally says. "I don't want
this."

"Fine, get on the floor on your hands and knees." Taggert orders, his
voice suddenly cold. "Move it."

Sonny drops to the floor in front of him as Taggert says. "Crawl into
the bathroom and draw my bath."

"I'm not going to crawl for you." Sonny bites out, as Taggert yanks him
by the hair, dragging him over his knee. Five well places slaps are
delivered to his smooth, taught globes as Sonny yelps. Dropping him back
to the floor, Taggert says simply.

"Crawl into the bathroom and draw my bath, if I have to tell you again,
I will beat you raw and tie you to a tree to sleep for the night." When
Sonny reaches back to rub his aching ass cheeks, Taggert instructs. "You
do not touch yourself. If I wanted to rub the sting away, I would have
done so. How hard you make this on yourself is up to you, Michael. Knock
off the puppy dog eyes, I'm doing nothing worse to you than what you did
to Jason." He grins. "Remember I got pictures.

Sonny tenses as Taggert sighs. "Obviously I am not getting through to
you." He rises to his feet and walks over to his bags. Reaching into
one, he finds a colar and leash. "Here, boy, come here."

Rising to his feet, Sonny glares. "Fuck you. I'm not doing this."

"Okay." he picks up the phone and places a call. "I need you to connect
me to the Port Charles Police Dept. iN Port Charles New York."

"Hang up the phone." Sonny says as Taggert waits to be connected.
"Please."

"You going to be a good boy?" Taggert asks as Sonny nods his head and
eases back down to all fours. Humilation floods him as Taggert hangs up
the phone and pats his leg. "Come on."

Crawling to him, Taggert places the colar around his neck. "I added one
of those nice, if lost return to messaged. Can't have anyone taking you
away." He ruffles Sonny's hair as he attaches the leash. "Very nice.
Now, what to do with you while I take my bath." He sighs. "Well, this is
a private Island and there is no one around but the staff, and you've
already instructed them to turn the other cheek. By the way, if you do
decide to leave, I have the files in two different places. I also have
instructions for Garcia to go to one of those places if I don't call him
every night." He opens the door and walks Sonny out, who stares at the
ground as he follows closely behind. Leading him to a nearby shade tree.
Taggert ties him to a sturdy branch. "I'm being kind enough to leave you
in the shade, so behave while I'm gone."

Sonny says nothing as Taggert walks away, leaving him to bake in the
shade. He spends his solitary time going over all the ways he ended up
in this position and contemplating any way out. It feels like hours have
passed before Taggert returns to the door way. He has remained in the
same spot for the entire hour Taggert was gone and hopes that this has
pleased him. "Good, you didn't dig any holes. I suppose I should bathe
you too, before taking you inside. Come on." He unties him from the
branch and leads him to where a bucket and a bar of soap sit. Turning on
the water hose, he allows the water to get to a decently warm
temperature before hosing his new pet down.

Sonny shudders at the humilating task as Taggert quickly lathers his
body with the soap, wasting no time as he scrubs him clean. He closes
his eyes as he feels Taggert work shampoo into his hair before rinsing
him clean. He conditions his hair and then does a final rinse. Grabbing
a towel from the bathroom, he returns and dries him.  "Very nice. You
are suitable to go back inside. Get in there." He slaps his backside as
Sonny crawls into the home, completely humiliated.

"Now, I'm hungry, so do you think you can act like the cute little wife
you are and get your ass into the kitchen and make me dinner. This is
your chance to please me, Michael, don't fail or I will blister your
butt before making you sleep in the corner tonight." Taggert warns as
Sonny keeps his eyes downcast and walks into the kitchen, surprised to
find it stocked. He'd thought of everything. Wrapping an apron around
his waist, he sets to making a dinner that will please his companion.

Taggert eases himself onto the bed and turns on the tv as he listens to
Sonny rummage around in the kitchen. This will be one hell of a
vacation. An hour later, Sonny calls him into the dining room, as
Taggert enters, he gives into the smile. He'd went all out. Candles are
lit, the table is set beautifully. Taking a seat in the main chair,
Sonny dishes out a plate of vegetarian lasagna and a tossed
salad.Taggert grins as he takes in the short, lacy white apron he picked
out especially for Michael. It falls just below the curve of his dimpled
backside. The man has the cutest dimples he's ever seen, on both sets of
cheeks. When he bends down to pick up a dropped napkin, the apron slide
just a bit up, revealing his perfect ass that still shows Taggert's
handprint from the earlier spanking.  He kneels next to him, waiting for
further instructions. Taggert pats his head affectionately. "You
hungry?"

"Am I allowed to eat?" Sonny asks softly.

"Fix yourself a plate and join me at the table." Taggert instructs as he
savors the flavorful feast. "You did good, Michael. The food is
wonderful."

"Thank you." He acknowledges as he begins to slowly eat his own dinner.
Their dinner is shared in silence as they devour the rich pasta. Sonny
rises from the table, once Taggert is done, and quickly clears the
dishes away. He rinses them in the sink before loading the dishwasher.
Tidying up, he asks Taggert. "Did you want dessert?"

"Only if you've decided it's what you wanted." Taggert croons softly as
he moves behind Sonny, finding a sensitive spot on his exposed neck, he
brushes the softest of kisses over his flesh as Sonny trembles.

"I.." He takes a deep breath as he finally says. "I want it."

"You want what?" Marcus demands before nipping at his neck. His long,
strong,  fingers trail over Sonny's chest as Sonny whispers.

"You." Sonny turns in his arms and runs a finger tips over Taggert's
firm jawline, tracing over it as if memorizing it's features. Placing
his hands on either side of the man's face and presses his full, red
lips against his, starting a slow, wet, erotic kiss that curls both of
their toes. Taggert pulls him close, deepening the kiss as his tongue
slips past Sonny's lips, savoring his rich coffee and scotch taste. He
feels his erection grow hard as he runs his fingers through Sonny's
curly hair. Breaking the kiss, Sonny asks. "Where do you want me?"

"Over the Table." Taggert instructs, easing his mate over the polished
cherry wood table. "Very nice, I like your hair like this. It's natural,
keep that gel out of it when you're with me."

"As you wish." Sonny whispers as he watches Marcus walk into the
kitchen, shuffling through the shelves until he finds the extra virgin
olive oil. He opens the fridge and pulls out a can of whipped cream and
returns to him.

Shaking the can, he pours a line of cream that starts at Sonny's tense
shoulders all the way down to his strong, tight calves. Taggert becomes
a slow lapping of the cream, leaving no part of Sonny's firm, tan body
untouched. Sonny lets out a moan as Taggert nips at his thighs. "Very
nice, make that sound at again." He orders as he slaps at his thighs.
"Spread them wider, thrust that ass out to me, Baby."

Sonny arches his back and thrusts his curvy backside out as he feels
Taggert split his cheeks, starting a slow, intimate massage with a well
oiled finger. Taggert flicks at his dark, tight hole, as Sonny tenses.
Slapping his right cheek sharply, he scolds. "Stop that. Let me guess,
You did all the fucking, Jason never took you."

"No, Jason never had me." Sonny whispers as he feels the tip of Taggerts
finger slowly slide into his hole. He grunts as Taggert begins to finger
fuck him, twisting and pumping into him until he is panting and shaking
his ass at him like a street girl. He'd never felt so out of control,
and it surprises him how hard his cock has gotten.

"That's it, work that ass, Baby." Taggert pops him again, the sound of
the slap echos off the walls of the room. "You like this, I can tell.
You missed out not letting Jason have some fun with you, but don't
worry, I will make up for it."  He grabs the bottle of oils and pours it
over Sonny's ass and then works it over his own erection. "Michael, you
have to relax and let me do this slowly. When it hurts, tell me to pull
out and we will start again, got it?"

"Yes." Sonny whispers as he grips on to the table to steady himself.
Using one hand to position his cock at Sonny's slippery hole, he grips
Sonny's shoulder with the other and slowly begins to enter him. He
silently prays he doesn't hurt him to badly, he doesn't want this to be
a one shot deal. If only Morgan had taken a crack at him before, he'd be
ready now. The head of his cock slips past his hole as Sonny grunts,
bucking back towards him as he arches his back.

"YOu okay?"

"Keep going." Sonny bites out as he feels the massive organ slowly make
it's way up his tight hole. A few inches in, he screams. "Pull out."

Stroking Sonny's curly black hair, he brushes soft kisses over his back
as he calms him. "It's okay, Baby. You did good, real good. Tell me when
you want me to start again."

Catching his breath, Sonny slowly calms down. Taggerts hands continues
to stroke and comfort him, when he reaches between his legs and strokes
his cock, he moans in gratitude. "Start again."

Reoiling his tool, he slowly re enters Sonny's tight entrance, taking
extra care not to push to quickly. Sonny steels himself to relax and
lose himself in the soft strokes of Taggert's well oiled hand working up
and down on his own erection. He slows his breathing and begins to
slowly thrust his hips back to help Taggert in. He grunts as he feels
himself near orgasm. "I'm close." He whispers as Taggert chuckles.

"That's okay, just relax." Taggert makes it all the way in and relaxes,
allowing his cock to rest inside Sonny as he continues to stroke him to
climax. Sonny shakes and shudders as Taggert gets him off, he collapses
on the table, feeling completely stuffed. He never thought Taggert would
be able to get it all the way in, and he sure as hell didn't expect him
to be gentle about it. As Taggert begins to pull out, he sucks in a
breath, just before he is completely out, he enters him agains, starting
a slow, sensuous fucking of his virgin ass. He continues to massage
Sonny's balls and teases the tip of his cock with gentle caresses,
hoping to bring him back to life.

"Shake that ass, Baby, thrust you hips, let me know you want this."
Taggert croons into his ear, he pulls back and slaps at Sonny's ass.
"Work it, Michael, show me you want this."

Sonny wiggles his hips from side to side, thrusting himself back on
Taggerts pole as he clenches his ass cheeks to make it nice and tight
for him, just like Jason used to do for him. He finds himself losing
himself in the rhythm of the long, hard strokes up his ass. Taggert
continues to spank his quivering white ass cheeks, mixing the pleasure
and pain to the point, the Sonny can't determine which is the pleasure
and which is the pain. He feels himself slowly move to another level of
conciousness as he calls out Taggerts name, thrusting his ass at him
like a wild animal, relishing every slap of the hand and every stroke of
his cock. "Fuck me, Marcus, harder, do it harder." He begs as Taggert
feels Sonny's erection come to life in his hand.

Stroking his cock in time with the way he strokes his ass, he works
himself in and out of Sonny's tight hole in slow, hard strokes that send
them both panting and grunting their way towards orgasm. He stops the
spanking as he grabs on to Sonny's hair and pulls him up from the table,
turning his head towards him, he captures his full lips with his own as
they begin a slow, passionate kiss as they both reach orgasm with
powerful thrusts.

Sonny feels his knees weaken as he clutches on to the table for support,
completely drained. Taggert takes a deep breath before pulling out of
him. He runs a hand gently down his back as he asks him. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Sonny whispers.

"I'm going to to start us a shower, just rest here." He instructs before
placing the sweetest of kisses on top of his head. "You pleased me,
Michael."