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Dark Lord Substitute

Chapter 19

By Draconicon

They descended to Mark's quarters, and the General's room was as appointed as one might have expected of someone of his station. The glistening black walls were shaped to form seats and alcoves around the king-sized bed at the back-center of the room, and one wall looked out onto open space, the stars drifting by as they passed through at high speed. The ceiling was hard, the floor harder, and the room was warmer than the bridge had been by some way, just enough to leave Bertram sweating slightly in his armor.

Of course, given their purpose there, there was little reason for his armor. He thought at it, and it disappeared, shimmering into non-existence. Mark, still in the process of taking off his uniform, paused in the act of unbuttoning his shirt.

"...I really like that trick," the hyena said, chuckling.

"I'm sure."

Bertram sat down, the ram folding one leg over the other as he fixed the hyena with a stare. Despite his firm expression, he was surprisingly nervous, and he didn't entirely know why.

It was probably something to do with the fact that this was the first time that someone had asked him that wasn't the drama queen Lazir. Every other bit of 'fun' that he'd had since becoming the Dark Lord had been purposeful, a test of something or other, and while one of those tests had gotten out of hand - Ilia had been far too devoted to his pleasure - they had all started with a direct intent from him. Nobody else had come to him asking for it, and even Lazir had been fucked with more of an intent to keep him loyal than out of any direct attraction.

With Mark, however, there was something else. He watched the hyena strip down, not entirely sure if the General was doing it teasingly or if he was just taking that from the show on his own. The way that the hyena pulled at his pants, the way that he leaned forward so far to show off his spotted ass, the way that his tail flicked up, all added to his own excitement. He kept it off his face, but there were certain biological responses that one couldn't ignore. Not completely.

He was completely hard by the time that Mark had stripped out of his clothes, and the bottom-heavy hyena turned around to face him with an erection of his own. They looked each other in the eye, and Mark did him the favor of blushing first.

"So...how..."

"A question, first," Bertram said, holding up his hand. "You want this."

"Of course."

"Not so fast."

"...Sir?"

"I want to know that you want this. That you want me to be...rougher with you. That you want me to use the Indoctrination to shape you, and use you as more of a slave in the bedroom. That's more extreme than what I did with Lazir, or even with Soledad. Are you sure that you want to be treated that way?"

"..."

"Because if you aren't, I should leave."

"You?"

"This are your quarters, after all."

"Right...right...Um..."

The hyena sat down beside him, and despite the awkwardness, neither of them showed any signs of going soft. The ram focused more on his own self, trying to give Mark the chance to think it through, all while his own fantasies were running wild in his head.

Despite everything, he had always held back with what he could do to those under his command. The Indoctrination was a tool that could take someone rather far down the road to slavery, both physically and mentally. They could be utterly ruined by it, left a shell of their former selves, nothing but a single-use golem that happened to be made of flesh rather than steel. He could do that to Mark. He could do that to anyone.

And there was a sense of...anticipation about it, of what it would feel like to have a lover that wanted to be molded like that. The idea of forming someone into the ultimate tease, the ultimate pleasure toy, was certainly something that every male on the face of the earth had dreamed of at least once, and he was hardly an exception.

He, however, had the tools to do it. And he had many options.

To make him enjoy my pleasure more than his...To indulge my scent...to make him want it...to crave me and every taste, every scent that he could get...to want to watch me with others...

He could do all that and more, and his cock throbbed at the idea.

Bertram was so focused on himself, on giving Mark the space to think, that he didn't realize that the hyena was reaching out to him until he'd done it. He jumped as Mark's hand settled on his cock, giving it a tight squeeze, and he turned to face him again.

"Is that a yes?" Bertram asked.

"Is that - heh, I'm grabbing your cock, sir. I think that's a pretty obvious yes."

"I want to hear it from your lips."

"Sir..."

"I want to hear that you want it. I want your permission for once on this, before you lose the chance to give it."

"...You have that many fantasies for me?"

"You have no idea."

"...Heh..."

Mark got to his feet, and for a moment, Bertram wondered if that admission had served to do what his warning had not. The ram readied himself to be asked to leave, but instead, the hyena fell to his knees, pushing his thighs apart, resting his hands on the ram's thighs and looking up at him.

"I want you to do whatever you want to me. I want to know what it's like to be down here...for real."

"You no longer mind it? Being a slave?"

"I'm curious...and I...won't deny that I got off to it before."

"...Fine."

He breathed out. That had to be good enough, yes? That had to be enough to be permission for him to do what he wanted. He leaned forward, his cock tapping the hyena on the nose. Mark breathed in, smiling, and Bertram nodded.

"Get used to that scent. From now on, that scent is the most arousing smell in the universe to you."

"Is that a command, sir?"

"It is. Be aroused by my musk."

The words sounded corny, silly on his tongue, but no sooner had he given the order than Mark stiffened slightly. The effect of a direct command from his superior officer was obvious, and the hyena groaned as he took another breath, then another, and another. He leaned down, his dark nose pressing firmly against the ram's balls, and then up to the base of his cock. Another breath, another sniff, and he was grunting, huffing. The sound of his knees bumping against the floor confirmed that he was humping air just from the scent.

And that made Bertram hard as a rock, just knowing that he had that easy a way to arouse his subordinate. His slave.

"Breathe it in...how does it feel? How does it smell, slave?" he asked.

"Nnngh...so...so good. Mmmph...fuck...I...I feel like...like I could cum from the smell alone."

"It turns you on that much? Being on your knees, face against my sac?"

"Mmmph...it does, sir. It does, master!"

The hyena dragged his nose along the bottom of the ram's cock, sniffing all the way. The hot puffs of air against his shaft only made it hotter for the Dark Lord, and he groaned as his cock stayed hard as a rock. Every breath was a reminder of Mark's desperation, his sudden hunger, and that made him want to see just how far he could push it.

Just as the hyena reached the tip of his cock, he grabbed him by the back of his head, holding him there. The dark, cool flesh of the hyena's nose pressed right under the head of his cock, and Bertram groaned. Every breath was sharp, warm, just wet and harsh enough to get him some stimulation, and he was soon oozing pre-cum down his cock. Right over his slave's nose, too, almost like...almost like he was marking the little slut.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He looked down, watching as Mark's cock throbbed up, dropped down, and throbbed up again. Each time it bobbed, it oozed that little bit more, dripping pre-cum all over the black floor. The little shiny spots spread further and further, and he bit off a moan at the view. It was like watching someone completely lose it, and knowing that it came from his scent alone was the biggest ego trip that he'd ever had.

And he could take it even further.

Bertram leaned back, holding Mark right where he was, indulging himself with the soft puffs of air from his slave's nostrils. Each breath was another puff of warmth over his cock, another reminder of his power, and it was followed with another spurt of pre-cum between his legs. Sometimes, those hit his calves, sometimes his feet, but it was always there, always showing just how close his General was getting to climax.

A little more. Just a bit more -

And then they were there. Mark moaned less than a minute in, cumming hands-free as the scent took him over the edge. Three shots of thick, white ropes hit the floor, and he moaned for breath. His eyes were wide, glazed over, and he looked up with a stare of utter worship.

Bertram took that as a sign to stop, pulling back and giving his General room to breathe. He made sure to back up across the bed, taking his scent with him, and crossed his legs, and waited.

Mark came back to reality five minutes later, groaning as he did. He rubbed his head, looked down, then blushed hard.

"Did that...was all that mine?"

"Yes."

"From..."

"From smelling my scent, yes."

"...Wow. That's...that's amazing."

"It's going to get more amazing."

"How?"

"To start. You will not be allowed to cum. Not unless you have permission from me. That is an order; you are not capable of reaching climax without an order from me."

"I...you..."

"And you will like it."

Mark's eyes widened, his mouth falling open, but that same stiffening as before happening. The hyena arched his back, his cock rising up, and his balls seemed to visibly churn for a moment before calming down once more. When he relaxed again, the hyena reached down, touched his cock, and then groaned.

"Fuck...fuck...what...Why does that..."

"Yes?"

"It feels...mmmph...It feels like I could...finish, at any time...but I don't want to."

"What do you want?"

"To stay...pent-up."

"Then it's working."

"...I never...this is what it means? To be a slave?"

"No. That is what it means to enjoy being my slave. And only in bed; I have too much need for you out of it."

He waited for Mark to have second thoughts. He was all but sure that the hyena had to have them by now, considering how far that he'd taken it. Stripping someone of their ability to climax, making them an addict to someone else's scent, and more: there had to be a breaking point, sooner or later.

But apparently he hadn't hit it yet, as Mark just grinned. The hyena stood up, leaning on the foot of the bed.

"What else can you do to me?"

"...You want me to take it further?"

"I want you to do everything that you can think of?"

"...Well..."

By the time that they reached Mistrum, they had gone through quite a few different fetishes, testing the hyena and seeing which worked for him and which did not. The hardest part of the testing had been keeping Mark honest, considering the General was completely serious about being molded into whatever Bertram found to be hottest at the moment.

Much as he enjoyed the idea of lording over someone else like that, practically, he still wanted to keep as much of the General around as he could, and he'd forced a little more direct honesty into the conversation.

The things that stayed were the musk fetish, a new foot fetish, a chastity fetish, and a rather powerful hunger for ram ass. At least, for rimming; Bertram didn't have the same urge to bottom that Mark did, and he didn't want to put himself out there for that, nor risk the idea of the hyena being tempted to come for him that way.

What didn't last was a brief attempt at watersports - neither of them actually liked it that much, but it had been a thing to try - as well as a permanent plug. That had been just a bit too much for Mark without constant Indoctrination reinforcement, and it was something that he was still a bit iffy about. He liked the idea of marking his underlings, but the idea of having someone keep a plug in them constantly...

Well, he was of two minds of it, and he wanted to be sure if they took it that far.

Mark was underfoot when Data informed him that they were about to come out of warp, and Bertram nodded. The ram slowly dragged his toes free of the hyena's muzzle, looking down at him and snapping his fingers to break him of his musk-induced trance.

"Time to get back to the bridge."

"Mmmph..."

"Wake up."

"Nnngh? Already?"

"Yes, already."

"...I can't believe it. I want more."

"After we've settled things on the planet."

Bertram stood up, the armor coming at a thought, and soon he was completely encapsulated within it. Mark would take some time to get dressed, but for right now, he needed to be on the bridge.

Yet, he still stopped for a moment, patted the hyena on the back, and nodded his thanks. Mark smiled in return, giving him a one-armed hug, and then they parted.

It was odd, in a way. He had spent so much time in Mark's quarters during the journey, and they had been...surprisingly close. Startlingly so, considering that they were from completely different worlds. He had found himself opening up from time to time, allowing Mark to be intimate with him, and it was more than just the master and slave exchange that they had enjoyed. There was something...something good there, something that felt safe with the hyena in a way that he hadn't with his other partners.

He shook his head. He was the Dark Lord of the Void. For now, he needed to focus on staying alive, not finding love.

Still, it was good to know that there was an option.

He took the elevator to the Indomitable's bridge, stepping out to look at the stars through the viewing platform. His officers had their eyes glued to their individual monitors, and there was no other officer on the Indomitable to share the bridge with him at his rank. Mark was down in his quarters, still, and Tardak was on another ship, splitting the command between the two largest vessels so that there was less risk of the command staff going down all at once.

It felt surprisingly lonely. He pushed the thought to the back of his head.

" How long?" he asked, his voice once more drawn to the depths of the bass register.

"Thirty seconds, Dark Lord," one of the officers from below called up.

" Good. Good."

The plan was sound, he reminded himself. Soledad had arranged the construction of various Indoctrination stations planetside. They were set to go ten minutes before the fleet's arrival, catching any Starry Sea forces planetside off-guard and wreaking havoc with those in space. It would create an opening that his numerically-inferior fleet could exploit.

If it all went according to plan. He would find out in ten seconds.

The officer that had called time counted down the seconds, and Bertram forced himself to stillness, keeping his hands behind his back as he breathed slowly. It would be fine, he told himself. Everything would be fine. Soledad had been trustworthy so far. The enemy didn't think that he would be able to change anything, so they wouldn't be watchful. The script only seemed to work when he was present, so the stupidity of his own people might not be so effective with him out of the way.

"1. 0."

The Indomitable slowed, and everyone slumped forward for a moment, save him. He stared out the window, the stars shifting back, the planet Mistrum appearing below -

"All scans directed planetside," another officer shouted. "Weapons are aimed for Mistrum."

"No hailing channels in our direction."

"No fighters scrambled."

" Activate Indoctrination arrays," Bertram ordered.

"Activating."

As the Indomitable broadcasted the signal through the empty space between the jump point and the planet below, it was clear that the Starry Sea fleet hadn't managed to catch sight of them yet. The fleet, made up of rounded ships that had curved fronts and low, sloped backs, looking like giant, broad-fronted teardrops shooting through space, had yet to come around. They were focused entirely on the planet.

The plan...had worked.

Tardak's fighters scrambled, screening the advancing cruisers, and Bertram let out a breath of relief. Soledad's people had come through for them.

Once planetside amidst the burning wreckage of self-detonated Starry Sea ships, the entourage of the Dark Lord took command. King Soledad went back to his palace and made a broadcast to the planet, taking command of the situation on the ground and directing all emergency forces. Tardak and Mark worked together to set up a mutual command center for all forces under their banner, one that could beam information up to the fleet in orbit and ensure that any and all firepower that had to be directed groundside went to the right place.

Bertram, however, had a different focus.

He stood outside the Dark Citadel, the same great monolith that he had started his time as the Dark Lord of the Void as. This was where he had become the Dark Lord, been announced as one, declared as one. This was where he learned that he would have to lead an army just to survive, and where he had been told that he was stuck with a script that he could not avoid.

This was where it had started...and this was where he might find some answers.

Bertram stared up at the massive, fortified citadel, shaking his head as he leaned his hand against the door. It was a long shot, a desperate hope, but if there was anywhere that might have information on how this happened, what the limits were, it was here. And maybe, just maybe, he would be able to find a way to turn the script in a way that would benefit him instead of constantly taking him by surprise. He couldn't force himself and others to communicate by text only forever. Sooner or later, that trick would fail, and he'd need another one, another strategy to make things better.

Could he find one?

Was there one?

Maybe, but he wouldn't find it outside. He opened the door.

"Master."

" Yes, Data?"

"I have a transmission from General Twist. He suggests that you take some time to yourself, to relax."

" We don't have time."

"Time is one thing we do have. We have forty-five days until the rest of the Federation attacks, and ten days until the remaining parts of our fleet arrives. You have ten days to rest and conduct research."

" ...I suppose."

"General Twist says that he will arrive when he can, but he suggests that you take some of your other underlings and enjoy them."

Despite himself, Bertram smiled. It seemed that there was someone else looking out for him, for once. Shaking his head, he stepped into the Dark Citadel.

If nothing else, he had some cleaning to do before the rest of his 'slaves' showed up.

The End

Summary: Mark and Bertram enjoy some time together on the way to Mistrum, and Bertram finds himself rather enjoying his power.

Tags: M/M, Musk, Hyena, Orgasm, Ram, Spontaneous Orgasm, Pleasure, Series, Dark Lord Substitute, Sci-Fi,