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The presence of sound made the lying charr's ears twitch. They were distant at first, but compared to the silence he had been surrounded by for so long, they might as well be as loud as thunder.

Despite his solitude and the darkness that surrounded him, the sound of steps coming closer and closer did not bring him joy. The opposite, in fact. Rhesus Steelclash felt dread rising within him. Fear, even. When was the last time he felt fear? Certainly way before he had become a Tribune. A Tribune of the Iron Legion should not feel fear.

Or, at least, he should not show it. And he did not intend to.

Grunting, the charr forced his sore body to move. His wrists were still tied behind his back, as they had been for… he could not tell how long. The rest of him, though, pushed against the cold, stone floor of the dark cell he was being kept in as he forced himself to get up to his knees. He rested like that for a while. The sound of old and heavy metal doors opening and closing sounded in the distance. A sound he had become familiar with, and that was always a prelude of what was to come.

Gritting his teeth, the Tribune stood up. Rhesus stood up properly. All of his muscles complained, but as a charr, a soldier, he was used to pain and to ignoring it. He took a deep breath. If anything, pain was good. It made him feel alive. Each ache in the thick muscles of his broad chest or his thick arms or legs reminded him that he was still alive and well. The only true discomfort he felt was over the fact that he was entirely and utterly naked. His entire fur was on display, as well as his member dangling between his legs. That too was a ploy to make him feel smaller and vulnerable, he was sure, but it would not work.

It will not work, Rhesus thought, affirming it to himself, yet even though he felt sure it wouldn't, why was he feeling…?

The charr glanced down. He couldn't see anything in the darkness, but he could feel it. The way his malehood stirred. It pulsed, not quite growing, but there was something there. Why?

Rhesus shook his head and growled at himself. It was not the time to think about such things.

As the steps grew ever closer, he took another deep breath, narrowed his eyes and steeled himself. Rhesus Steelcrash, Tribune of the proud Iron Legion, would not look weak in front of his captors. Especially in front of him.

The heavy door of his cell finally opened, its hinges complaining about its weight in quite a loud manner. Light from many burning torches outside invaded the prisoner's cell, strong enough to make him flinch and turn his head to the side. Still, Rhesus refused to fully close his eyes. After all, alongside the light, came the shadow. His shadow, as he stood in the doorway blocking some of the light from coming in with his large frame. The sight and smell of him were enough to make the bound Tribune let out a guttural growl.

Bangar Ruinbringer.

As his eyes adjusted to the sudden presence of light, his shadowy self took form. That lean, long muzzle, those sharp, pointy horns… and that obnoxious smirk of his.

“Well well well," Bangar said, his voice low and gruff as befitting of a charr, yet carrying that underlying tone of superiority and mockery that Rhesus hated so passionately. “Look who's up and about."

The bound charr grit his teeth harder. An urge to charge at him came over him. His legs twitched to do it. The urge to tackle him, to bite at him. Rhesus' muscles bulged as, behind his back, his hands clenched into tight fists and his wrists pulled against the tight rope keeping them together behind his back. What he wouldn't give to be able to punch that face a few dozen times…

But he didn't. He had tried it before and he knew it would be useless. Fighting was not the smart choice.

Bangar took a few steps forward towards him. “Not going to salute me, Tribune?"

The mockery made Rhesus' growl grow louder.

“At this point, I would salute a gladium- no, a human, before I showed you any sign of respect, Ruinbringer," Rhesus replied, his words accentuated by his growl representing his anger.

Bangar, however, only chuckled. A deep, throaty chuckle that carried true humor as if Rhesus had said something funny.

“That is no way to speak to an Imperator, Tribune. I ought to reprimand you for that."

Bangar continued to approach. The charr kept coming closer and closer, only stopping when he was about an inch from Rhesus. Chest to chest they stood, for the Iron Legion Tribune refused to step back and show any reluctance. They looked at each other, eye to eye, Rhesus growling and Bangar just… smirking. He did not look worried in the least, the bastard.

“Try to. Do your worst," Steelcrash growled back, refusing to back off.

“Ah, but I have, and I will," Bangar declared, still unfazed. Still in mockery.

Rhesus' eyes narrowed further towards the other charr. “What is that supposed to mean?"

“Hmm." Bangar's smirk grew ever so slightly. “Do you know how many times we have met like this so far? That I have heard you hurl these exact same threats?"

Rhesus blinked. He did not reply, but he tried to think back. He had lost count of the days since he had been kidnapped and imprisoned, but that was justified. How could he count days from within a dark cell? Still, he knew Bangar had come talk to him before, but when he tried to recall how many times, or how it had been, he couldn't quite…

“Good," Bangar said, his smirk growing even more seeing the look of confusion in the Tribune's face. “Everything is as it should be."

The cryptic crap only stirred Rhesus' rage. It messed with that thing, at the back of his mind that told him that there was something wrong, but that he could not quite grasp. Stomping his foot on the ground, Rhesus' deep growing grew to a new low tone. He advanced upon Bangar, far enough for their chests to touch and with his muzzle an inch from the other charr's.

“And to think that I once RESPECTED you!" Rhesus pretty much yelled right at the other charr's face. “That I thought that your title of Imperator of the Blood Legion was worthy of you!"

Despite the sudden movement, the growling or the yelling, Bangar did not move a muscle. His expression of mocking amusement did not even change. Any other charr would have cowed before his might, but Bangar…

It irritated Rhesus to no end! What does he have? What is he hiding?

“Is that so?" Bangar asked, his voice still as calm as ever. “Then I am glad to inform you that, when our time together is over, you will respect me even more. You will see me as the rightful ruler of the charr that I was born to be."

For a moment, Rhesus did not even know how to respond.

Ridiculous!

“Over my dead body," he growled. “Mine and the entire Iron Legion's if I get a say in it."

To that, Bangar's smile grew. It grew into a toothy grin for just a moment.

“You will get a say in it," he declared, right as, in a sudden movement, Bangar used his shoulder to push a hard blow straight at the bound charr's chest.

Rhesus stumbled back with a grunt and came close to falling back being unable to use his arms for balance. In the end, he was forced to go down to one knee. His chest ached from the blow, but the Tribune's muscles were more than enough to take it. Looking up at Bangar, he growled and showed teeth.

“Yes. Kneeling suits you much better," Bangar said looking down at him. That obnoxious smirk…

“I will have your head, Ruinbringer, mark my words!" Rhesus said. He was trembling with anger. His whole body ached for a fight regardless of if he could win it while bound or not. Just the chance of getting a blow onto that smug, traitorous face was enough for him. His growling grew deeper and he moved to stand up-

“Stay," Bangar ordered with a deep, commanding tone. “On your knee, as a Tribune should towards an Imperator."

Rhesus' body froze. His anger did not subside. The thick muscles of his legs and arms were still bulging from the effort he was about to make to stand up, but… he didn't.

What is happening?

The kneeling charr grunted, teeth grit, eyes spewing fury and rage towards Bangar, but he did not move.

It makes sense. A Tribune kneels before an Imperator.

Rhesus' grit his teeth even harder.

Not him, though! He's a traitor!

“That's better," Bangar continued. His voice was back to its calm, smug self. “At ease, tribune. You can relax."

Rhesus found himself doing so. The heavy tension and effort all over his body slowly started to fade. His muzzle relaxed, then his arms and legs did the same. He remained on his kneeling position, no longer trying so very hard to stand up anymore.

Something is wrong.

“What have you done, Ruinbringer?" Rhesus asked, looking up at the other charr. His voice remained demanding in his question. Rhesus Steelcrash still refused to show any weakness or reluctance, no matter how much his sense of danger and wrongness started to flare up inside his head. He would not show fear.

“Me? Nothing. I came here to talk. To make you see reason," Bangar continued. “Could I have had you beaten and tortured? Yes. Would I have enjoyed seeing it? Yes. Yet, here I am, willing to do nothing but talk and have a pleasurable time with you."

The bound charr continued to stare up at Bangar. What is his game? He has something up his sleeve.

“Talk all you want. I will not listen." Rhesus remained on his knee, but he turned his head away in defiance.

“Oh, but you will. You will because you know that I am your superior. Your superior officer. A charr has a duty to listen to his superior."

A charr has a duty to listen to his superior.

Rhesus thought about those words. He felt like he had heard them before. Of course he had. His whole life. Hierarchy was the core of charr culture and, as a tribune, he had made his way to the top. Or at least, close to the top, as a tribune wasn't the highest ranking, but it was one of the highest. A prestigious rank carrying a lot of power. Power that he had, but Bangar…

Rhesus' mind raced. He tried to think about this whole thing logically. What was Bangar up to? He thought about the chain of command, his position, Bangar's, his situation. His face scrunched up as he concentrated, trying to make sense of it all in his mind. He was so focused on it that he barely felt the way that Bangar's paw came to grab his chin and he was too busy focused on it to mind the way the other charr pulled his chin up, directing his eyes back up towards him.

“Look to me when I talk to you," Bangar ordered. “An inferior charr always mantains eye contact with his superior."

Eye contact with his superior…

Bangar is not my superior. He is a traitor.

An inferior charr…

Rhesus' mind spun. He remained in place, on his knees looking up at Bangar's eyes and keeping eye contact with his chin held up by the imperator's paw. Something was wrong. Wasn't it? But what…

“Do you know why I have had you kidnapped? Brought here? Do you know how… tricky it was to capture a tribune of the Iron Legion? Even if you are inferior to an imperator like me, your silly Legion was still there to protect your pathetic ass."

Where is he getting at?

An inferior to an Imperator…

Why would he tell me? He is up to something.

“I did it, because you are going to help me," Bangar explained. His voice, his deep, rough voice spoke the words in such a manner-of-fact way. As if his statement was completely true, yet to Rhesus, it did not feel like it was true. He was not sure.

“As a tribune of the Iron Legion, I regrettably need your help. I need to know of Smodur's, your pathetic Legion's Imperator's, moves. I need to be ahead of his moves. You and he are close, so you will help me."

Smodur?

I would never help someone like him…

“Because I am an Imperator," Bangar said again in a firm tone.

He is an Imperator.

“And you are an inferior Tribune."

I am a tribune.

“An inferior Tribune," Bangar repeated, looking down at Rhesus' confused expression.

An inferior tribune.

Did it make sense? Rhesus relaxed if only a little bit. What was he saying? Bangar was… he was…

“You will be my informant. You will tell me everything he does, and you will do so because you respect me."

His informant?

I respect him.

“You know I am your superior officer. You owe it to me to obey my orders, as you should." Bangar's paw holding his chin tightened his grip just a little more. The Imperator, the superior Imperator, looked down at him, and Rhesus maintained his eye contact as he knew he should. He couldn't help but feel small, though, looking past Bangar's chest up at his eyes. His expression, his smirk, reflected his superiority as well…

I owe it to him.

But wait…

“You will obey all my orders. Without question. All the time. This is only natural. I am an Imperator, the Imperator of the great Blood Legion, and you are nothing but a tribune."

I am nothing but a tribune.

I will obey orders.

But the Blood Legion…

Bangar smiled down at him. Rhesus felt a sting of pride surging within him. A sting he was familiar with, one he had felt his entire life. Every charr knew the pride and honor of pleasing his superior. Of following orders well and being commended by it. That and strength, was how a true charr rose in ranks. That was how he had risen.

“You will obey all my orders," Bangar repeated.

I will obey all of his orders.

“Without question."

Without question.

But he…

“Don't just sit there looking at me like a dead fish!" Bangar suddenly barked down at him before he could properly think about it. It startled Rhesus. It made him flinch. That other voice inside his head, the one that confused him, got drowned out by a sudden sense of duty.

“Repeat after me. 'I will obey all of your orders'."

“I will obey all of your orders," Rhesus did, reflexively, out of duty. When Bangar opened a pleased smile, he felt that same sting of pride again.

“Very good. I love seeing you like this, Steelclash. If only your precious Imperator could see you now." There it was again, that deep mockery in Bangar's deep voice, but this time Rhesus couldn't quite catch what he meant. “He would be very proud, I am sure."

He would be proud…

“In fact. Look at how excited I am to see you submitting to me like that." Bangar's paw still under his chin took a firmer hold of it and directed his muzzle downward. Rhesus was reluctant to break eye contact with Bangar, but what he saw ahead of him made his eyes go wide.

What…?!

Bangar's manhood stood right in front of his muzzle. Hard. Erect. Throbbing. The charr's cock had a size to match its owner, bulging from between his legs and pointing upwards completely erect. Small veins covered the long length, giving the display of masculinity even more power as Rhesus stared at it confused. His heart beat faster. How-

When he thought about it… yes. Bangar had come in naked. He was naked the entire time. How had he not noticed that?! Now he was not only naked but fully hard and right in front of him.

That's not-!

Rhesus made a motion to start pulling back from it, but the hold on his chin tightened to keep him there.

“Look at it," the order came from above. “It's an order."

It's an order…

Rhesus stopped. He remained still, his nose barely an inch away from the other charr's throbbing manhood. The bound charr realized that the smell had already been there, but it was only now, looking at Bangar's erect shaft, that his nose could pick up on the deep musk of masculinity that came out of it from being so close.

This isn't right. What is-

“I'm a superior officer. You are an inferior charr. We will test your capacity to follow orders now. We will train you, and you better do well."

Better do well…

Training.

Superior officer.

Inferior…

No…

“No. You are not even an inferior. You are just… a cub. A kitten. You are a little kitten, here to obey orders." Bangar's voice carried… a snicker? Rhesus glanced back up to see him looking down at him. His expression still held mockery in it.

A kitten?

“Are you ready to show me you can follow orders?" Bangar asked again. His voice had such authority!

This isn't…

Follow orders.

He can't make me-

“I SAID," Bangar raised his voice, startling Rhesus and interrupting his thoughts, “are you fucking ready to show me you can follow orders?" The grip on Rhesus' chin tightened even more. To a point where it almost hurt. The Iron Legion tribune's chest tightened. He felt the opposite of pride, he felt shame. The familiar feeling of a superior officer disappointed in him, yelling at him.

“Yes, sir!" Rhesus said, reflexively again. It made Bangar smile which, in turn, relieved him greatly.

“Good. In that case…" Bangar's smirk returned. It was more triumphant than ever. “Suck my dick, tribune."

Bangar's paw guided his muzzle to his cock once more. This time, it did so until Rhesus' nose touched its side and, as it did, Bangar finally let go of him to let him act freely. With his orders given and the eyes of his superior watching him from above, Rhesus remained there for a moment with his nose touching Bangar's cock.

What…

I must follow my orders.

He opened his maw. He felt… dread. Never before had Rhesus Steelclash sucked off another male. Or had he? No… no, he had not. He would not. Yet, now, he had to. Orders were orders. Being unhappy about the orders given was normal. Every charr knew it.

Reluctantly, Rhesus took Bangar Ruinbreaker's cock within his maw. The moment it sat over his tongue, a pleasant rumble came from above, signaling he was doing good. The bound charr felt good about that, but that didn't make the taste of manhood that assaulted his tongue, nor the feeling of having a cock up his maw, feel any better. Rhesus had never given a blowjob before, but he had received them, so under orders, he did his best to please his superior.

He took the other charr's cock within his maw and closed it around it. Taking up about half of Bangar's length, he wrapped his tongue around the head and circled it. The grumble of approval that came from above told him that too was good, so he continued. Rhesus thought about using his hands to assist him, but of course, he couldn't. They were still bound behind his back. All he could use to obey his orders was his maw, after all.

So he did. His muzzle went down deeper, taking a bit more of his superior's cock into his maw and holding it there. He massaged it with his tongue in a clumsy way and felt the large length getting close to the back of his maw. Trying to give it more tongue, he wrapped it around the other charr's cock, recoiling a little at how it tasted to lick it, and was about to try more when Bangar suddenly spoke.

“Stop," the Imperator ordered, and Rhesus did. A small wave of relief came upon him as he started to pull out from the other charr's cock, but Bangar spoke again.

“No. Stay like that."

Rhesus froze. He held still with half of Bangar's cock within his maw.

“Look up at me. What did I say earlier? Keep eye contact with your superiors, kitten."

The order stung. Rhesus looked up at Bangar and saw his expression. He looked extremely amused.

“Good. You can continue. I want to watch your expression as you suck my dick clean, tribune."

Rhesus did. He had to obey his superior. Keeping his eyes up above, he then continued the tongue work he had been about to do, swirling it over the head of Bangar's cock before he dared take another inch of his superior into his maw. Bangar relaxed his stance. His deep, lustful growls of pleasure continued coming to tell Rhesus he was doing a good job.

The tribune started to slowly bob his head up and down Bangar's length. He kept his tongue active, bringing himself another growl of approval, as he moved up and down. He went slow at first, but then he started speeding up as he felt the other charr's cock throb within his maw. A droplet of something salty came to his tongue, forcing Rhesus to make a face as he tasted it. He realized it was pre-cum and, though that tiny little part of him that told him something was wrong flared up for a split second when he did, he just endured the taste like a good charr and continued to suck his Imperator's dick.

“Slow down," Bangar ordered with a growl. “I am here to enjoy this and you are here to be trained. We will make sure you can follow my orders with precision with this… exercise."

Bangar smirked.

“Pull out and kiss the head of my dick."

Rhesus heard the order and hurried to comply. He pulled his muzzle out, leaving Bangar's cock glistening with his saliva, and then, with dread, leaned forward to give the tip of the other charr's cock a small kiss. It throbbed in response and a new droplet of pre-cum appeared at its tip.

Bangar might have seen that as he gave his next order. “Now give the head a lick."

Rhesus did so. He extended his tongue out and gave just the head a playful lick. The salty taste of pre-cum assaulted his tongue again.

“Now I want to see you make out with it."

Rhesus did. He had no choice. He had to follow his superior's orders. Leaning forward, he opened his maw to start kissing Bangar's cock as if it was some kind of lover. He made out with it and, as he did, he heard the throaty growls of lust coming together with the chuckles of amusement coming from above as Bangar watched the whole thing.

He did not only watch, though. Bangar continued to bark orders at him, specific orders of different ways to treat his cock. The Imperator had him suck his cock fast, slow, tongue-bathe it, then, when the Imperator's dick started pulsing and looked ready to shoot, he had the Tribune focus on his balls for a while. Rhesus had to lick them clean, press his nose against them to take in his Imperator's smell…

Bangar had him do everything he could think of, apparently. Whenever he grew bored, he just ordered Rhesus to idly suck his dick again until he thought of a new creative order to give. That continued on for a while until, while Rhesus had his dick deep within his maw bobbing his head up and down, Bangar finally growled.

“Think you've had enough training for this session, Tribune," he growled. “Go faster. Suck my dick and make me shoot."

The order was given. Rhesus dreaded them, as he had all of Bangar's orders, but he had to obey. His tongue got to work, wrapping around Bangar's cock and teasing it as best as possible while his maw went deeper, taking as much of the Imperator's cock as he could.

“I fucking order you to make your Imperator shoot, Tribune," Bangar growled with lust. His paw came to rest upon Rhesus' head. “And look at me while you do it."

Make my Imperator shoot.

Rhesus did. He looked up even as his maw started speeding up, bobbing up and down Bangar's cock. He felt it pulse inside his maw, felt his superior's pre-cum coming to his tongue again and again. Bangar growled, a deeper growl of pure lust, and then he thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper within the Tribune's muzzle and almost making him gag. Rhesus held back from doing so, though, enduring the treatment. Bangar was close. He knew it, he dreaded it, but he had to do it.

“Hmmmffgh… fuck… here it comes," Bangar growled, his hips thrusting faster into the Tribune's muzzle. “Take it all. Don't swallow it!"

Bangar's final order came with a deep grunt alongside it. The large charr bucked his hips forward one last time, shoving his cock deep within the Tribune's maw right as it started throbbing.

Bangar let out a roar as he came. With his tongue wrapped around his superior's cock, Rhesus could feel each pulse of his Imperator's member as it shot jet after jet of warm seed within his maw. The Tribune's cheeks bulged as he took it all but held it within. The small torrent of charr spunk was a lot to take, to the point where some of it started drooling down the sides of the Iron Legion Tribune's muzzle, but he did his best to obey his orders and hold it all in.

Bangar kept his cock deep within his maw all the way until orgasm started to fade. With a continuous growl, the other charr's grip on his head tightened to hold it still as he slowly withdrew his cock from Rhesus' maw. He did it with care, allowing the Tribune to keep his load within his maw without spilling too much. When Bangar's cock came out entirely, it was still pulsing, shooting the last remnants of his seed. Bangar's paw came to its base, holding it up and placing it right above Rhesus' nose as he gave it a few strokes, milking the final drops of his seed right onto the kneeling charr's face.

Rhesus kept his eye contact with his superior the whole time. He knew he had to, for he had been ordered to. When Bangar was done and took a step back, Rhesus remained still. He hadn't been ordered to move. It was hard to do so, though. He huffed through his nose, panting after the effort of sucking his superior's cock with such vehemence and, at the same time, struggling to catch up his breath with his maw full of his Imperator's load. The warm, salty seed filled his maw entirely. Its texture swirled around his tongue, the taste so strong that his eyes watered, but charrs did not display weakness, especially a Tribune, so Rhesus endured.

“Good kitten," Bangar said. His smirk was back. A smirk of superior authority. “Look up. Open your maw. Show me that load."

Rhesus obeyed. He angled his head upwards so that it wouldn't slip out of his muzzle, then opened it slightly. The pool of white semen resting over his tongue remained there. Its taste so strong.

“Good Tribune. Good kitten. Good little inferior charr." Bangar laughed. “Swirl it around your maw for me. Take in the taste of your superior. Of an Imperator."

The Iron Legion's eyes filled up with yet more water as he swirled the seed within his muzzle. Its taste grew more prominent as he did so and Bangar just grinned watching him do it. The Imperator let him swirl it several times before he raised a paw for him to stop.

“Now, swallow it."

With a big gulp, Rhesus felt a strange dread growing within him as he swallowed Bangar's load all at once.

“Good job. You are definitely improving." Bangar's paw came again, but this time to ruffle the hair between his head in a demeaning manner.

“You are relieved of your duties, Tribune."

The moment Bangar said that Rhesus' eyes went wide. His mind, previously feeling trapped in the haze of Bangar's words, started unraveling from it. Thoughts started rushing in, thoughts that were his own, yet they mixed in with the induced thoughts he just had. The events that just transpired, so fresh in his memory, started playing before his eyes again. The reactions he had, the orders he had been given… and most of all, Bangar. Bangar Ruinbreaker.

The Imperator.

His superior.

***

Rhesus' maw remained slightly agape. The kneeling charr stayed there, staring at nothing, as his mind went over the events over and over again.

Bangar, on the other hand, chuckled. The Blood Imperator looked down at the Tribune.

“Yes. Just as the mesmers said. Now sit there, Rhesus Steelclash, and bask in the twisted memories your mind is about to create." His paw gave the charr's fur one last ruffle before he stood back. He grinned. What pleasure he felt watching the once so defiant Iron Tribune kneeling there, naked, with blank eyes and remnants of his seed dripping from his maw.

“The next time I come to visit, we will do our dance again, and you will be ever so more inclined to obey me. Soon enough, it will come naturally, and I will have a wonderful, trustworthy ally in the ranks of the Iron Legion…"

Bangar's grin widened. He turned around and walked towards the door, but stopped at the doorway.

“I know you will not remember my words, but I look forward to the next time. I always enjoy your adorable defiance. I do so hope that the next one won't yet be the one where it fades completely." Bangar chuckled. “And then, perhaps, I feel like it, I will take your ass instead of your mouth for once."

With a glance back, he saw that Rhesus was still there. Kneeling. Drooling. He wasn't listening, just as the mesmers said he wouldn't. Good.

The Imperator pushed the heavy door of the Tribune's cell closed, leaving him to have his mind altered in the darkness. At least until the next training session.