Prisoners of War - Indulgence
#20 of Prisoners of War (BDSM/Chastity Themes)
Prisoners of War - Indulgence
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"Well..."said Sardo, in an expansive tone.
"What?"hissed Gantan.
The pacing nude tiger turned about to look at the form of the lion, sprawled on the bed as he was, lying so that he was taking over most of their shared sleeping arrangements with his limbs forming a lazy X and with his eyes lightly closed.
"I suspect we are...for the lack of a better word...grounded,"Sardo continued his musings while he paced back and forth along the long side of the room, lined by the glass door that was the only escape from the room.
Gantan chortled without looking over at the tiger. After their bathroom episode, he seemed to be even less keen than usual to stare at the naked fellow feline, even after their erections had mysteriously lessened after their showers and the breakfast that'd been delivered by one of the extremely polite, though personality-less robots into their cell.
"Whatever," said the lion. "Don't need any of the General's playtime now."
Sardo finished yet another pace towards the wall and then swiveled about before continuing towards the other end point once again.
"You think?"
"Hmmmph."
"These walls may become...troublesome if we have to stay here for very long without anything to do," the tiger mused.
"It's not different than the camp," Gantan grumbled.
Pace, pace, pace.
"He likely intends to punish us," Sardo said.
"Isn't this punishment enough?" Gantan answered. "Keep us locked up, make us almost piss ourselves...bet he had his kicks from that."
"It can get much worse, too."
Gantan finally forced his eyes open and stared at the ceiling above. The tiger's continued walking could be observed at the periphery, but he did not pay attention to that.
"You always have to think so."
"It is realism," Sardo said. "I get the feeling that the General was extremely displeased with you after you refused to join his sparring game."
"I told you, I don't want to be his plaything!" Gantan growled. "It's enough that he gets to do all this to us and we can't do one thing about it!"
The lion smacked his tail against the bed, as if trying to make an extra point, before his appendage slumped onto the sheets and remained there in a dormant state.
"I do not like it myself," Sardo noted, "But there is only so much we can do."
"Well we showed to him now," Gantan opined from the bed.
"I would say that he showed to us, more like," Sardo said.
Gantan snorted.
"Why do you keep saying that? How do you know that he wouldn't have shipped us off here anyway, whatever happened with that stupid wrestling?"
"I don't know," the tiger said. "But somehow I imagine that he didn't foresee you spoiling his fun like you did."
Gantan chortled.
"I have no regrets."
Sardo stopped by the wall and turned about slowly, caught the lion on his field of view, and then fixed his eyes onto the far wall.
"I think that we will regret, eventually."
"He won't break me," Gantan said.
Sardo didn't continue on his pacing for the moment, instead turning to look at the lion instead.
"Do you think he intends to...break...you?"
"Of course he does," Gantan said, "he wants us to do his bidding, and I intend not to. He'll have to force me to it. He won't get into my head without zapping me with something first."
"Why do you think he won't do that in the end, if you won't fall into line otherwise?" Sardo proposed. "You know what that technology can do. You might become little more than a fleshy robot with a mind of a man hidden away inside it."
"He'll do the same for you as well, once he's played with us enough," Gantan said.
"He has said that he has no intention to force us into anything," Sardo reminded the reclining lion of that.
"So he says," growled the lion. "And yet he keeps us locked up here, doesn't give us clothes, keeps our dicks in these...fetish fuck devices so that we can't take a piss when we like, and forcing them to stay boned up..."
Sardo sniffled.
"You think they're having that kind of an effect on us?"
The lion glared at him.
"Come on, you can't claim you don't know it, too," the lion shuffled on the bed and sat on it instead, so that his back leaned against the wall, "sometimes it feels much smaller than usually, even when your dick isn't hard. You must've felt it too."
"I try to pay as little attention to the thing as possible," Sardo said.
"It's impossible not to pay attention to it!" Gantan snarled away. "He's taking our manhood away from us!"
Sardo chuckled.
"Do you seriously consider that your so-called manhood is only about what is dangling between your legs?" the tiger stated, his voice still full of mirth while he chatted to the lion.
Gantan chuffed. The tiger wouldn't take his offish non-verbal answer, but pressed on with his explanation instead.
"Whatever he wants to do with that, it's nothing compared to what else could happen." he said, "what the camps could have done to us. You know what they are, Gantan. They are storage areas for living things...for people like us! Nothing to do but to eat, sleep, and wait for something to happen. That is not a man's life."
The lion's eyes filled with challenge.
"So you'd prefer to live here, where you can...show your manhood by standing up to the General?" Gantan stated.
"Here I seem to have some purpose," Sardo replied. "Even if I do not entirely understand what it is."
"I tell you what it is," said Gantan, "I tell you, it's that we are toys for him to play with. We're his entertainment so that he can do whatever he wants with us, fuck with our minds and our bodies and get his rocks off doing whatever he does. He's insane, and we - "
Sardo raised his paw and silenced the lion.
"And he hears everything we say, sooner or later."
"Let him," Gantan snorted. "I know he does. It's not like he's subtle about it. He just likes ordering us around, making us do things we don't want to do - "
"So far he's only done two things," Sardo said. "He's asserted his position of power over us, and has tried to set up some kind of a routine of his liking for us. Whatever the purpose is for that, I am not sure, but it all seems to be rather carefully planned."
"He can shove those plans up his ass for all I care," Gantan declared.
"I am sure he will find that amusing," Sardo said.
"The fuck I care," Gantan said.
"I am sure that he will make us care," the tiger replied.
Gantan folded his paws behind his head and rumbled offishly.
"Yup," he said. "But before that, I'm trying to gather my strength."
Sardo watched how the lion closed his eyes again and adjusted his position on the bed for maximum comfort.
"Do you intend to just lie down all the time?"
"It's not like you're going to be keeping in shape from just pacing the room," the lion answered distantly.
"I intend to do a lot more as well," said Sardo. "If he'd want us not to, he'd tied us down, I would think. Whatever he hasn't banned, I will do."
"Always such a good boy..." Gantan muttered breathily.
Sardo began to pace again.
"Sometimes I wonder whether you have a self preservation instinct at all or not," he mused.
The lion didn't bother to answer, not even with the rumble, grumble, snort, chort, chuff or a growl that the tiger had grown to expect. Sardo continued his slow walk, deep in thought.
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Rei stood on the flat roof of the estate and stared out into the sea through his sunglasses. He had opted for a light shirt to wear on this occasion. Usually he would have loitered on the roof in nothing but his own furs, but today, on this afternoon, he had decided that something had to be done to distract his mind from any matters of nudity, including his own. He had even removed the constricting ring from about his cock and disengaged the sympathetic harmony program, so as to give both himself and his charges a little break to the near-persistent sexual arousal the white tiger's desires had caused for all three of them.
Now Rei walked free of physical distractions. He moved about the protrusions of the heat exchangers and solar power collectors that littered the roof in rows that were arranged with military precision. The covered skylight of the dining room was another landmark, but he did not head there. He wished to be on the move, to exercise his muscles and to let the wind ruffle his furs in the hopes that such visceral sensations would help him to take his mind away from the troubling issues that weighted on the General.
He might have rid himself of sexual attachments, of video monitors and other reminders of his guests, but the ideas had followed the white tiger up to the roof as well. The last thing he had witnessed on the video feed was the sight of Sardo doing push-ups on the floor, his striped golden and black-burred buttocks squeezing together firmly every time he lifted himself up with sheer muscle power and -
Rei chuffed with the brief twinge of displeasure that went through him, mixed with the arousing tingle of pleasure that the idea caused in his loins. He was determined to keep himself in check for now.
"I have gone too far too quickly..." the white tiger mused aloud. He found it an useful habit, speaking especially weighty thoughts in his own word. That seemed to make them weight more, and helped him to reflect on them. Usually he would share such thoughts and pondering with his servant, but he had decided against including The Overseer on this particular session upon the roof. The anthrobot was a fine companion, but his impeccable logic was sometimes a hindrance when it came to considering some issues that were more firmly imbedded in the realm of the psychological, and in this dilemma, in the primal as well.
His tail swung from side to side expansively while he paced in the combination of sea air, sunlight and the scrape of bare footpaws against the warm covering tiles of the roof. They were as utilitarian as the rest, not really for decoration, just to deflect the heat of the sun that bore down on the structures of the building at full force even now.
"You walk on dangerous paths, Rei..." the white tiger mused in a rumble under his breath.
He exaggerated his gait from then on, letting his shoulders and hips to swing a little more than they needed to, for maximum efficiency. He wanted to feel his body on the move, the considerable strength that was contained within his muscles, hidden carefully under the well-groomed fur. Perhaps the great neatness of his outer appearance fit with his manners, impeccable when needed, stern and outright ruthless when...necessary.
The physical activity helped a little, especially now that it was of a normal kind, not something that involved his busily working paw and his extremely hard, straining cock pumping out yet another load from his now well-drained balls. He had orgasmed four times and needed a shower to wash up all of the seed that he hadn't consumed himself in his desire to drink the musky manly produce he had made. The musk had lingered on his tongue even after the shower, and he'd needed to gargle with an oral antiseptic, to finally be rid of such a sensual reminder of his indiscretions in the confines of his own room.
That would have to be so from then on, thought the white tiger, resolutely. His thoughts had ventures into areas of desire that he found inappropriate, on many degrees, even if not all it could be considered outright against his code of conduct and his own personal sets of ethics he abode by. Yet he knew that to act on such impulses...it was not proper, he thought. He should expect more of himself, like he had expected of so many men who had served under him during his military career.
They are no longer soldiers.
Rei pushed that idea away. Of course they were soldiers, he thought. They had worn uniforms and ranks, much like those of Rei's own men. They simply had happened to be pointing their guns to a different direction, which meant that now the two were at Rei's mercy, locked up in their cell in the ground floor of the building and likely still wondering just what kind of ill treatment was to follow.
Locked like their big, potent cocks...
Rei felt his own shaft twitch at the thought. He wouldn't allow himself even a cursory touch to draw that pleasure from his own flesh. He had given himself much more relief than his usually well-structured days allowed him. Today it had been more than necessary, to give him the ability to think without the clouding distraction of his potent sexual urges threatening to surface and make it difficult to think clearly.
"I am too hastly," the white tiger stated. "They would not understand yet..."
Would they ever understand? That was the primary question in his mind. The two would spend a long time as his guests, Rei was sure of that. The latest news on the front spoke of a stalemate after the fighting in the Amalia Sector, with casualties so heavy that both sides had had to withdraw from this contested space while another land assault had taken place on Eskiltune. The General tensed, thinking about the losses of many fine men on the fields of laser, plasma fire and explosions, raining from the space, coming from all directions.
The war was looking to be a long one yet, and Rei was not part of it at the moment. His due had been done for now, and he was to gather his strength until he was called into arms once again.
He faced his wait stoically. When it happened, he would answer the call, but before that, he would live only for himself, and live each day to its fullest, full of sensuous pleasures, of thinking, of food, exercise and every earthly thing he could muster to amuse himself with.
Rei did not think he should amuse himself _quite_so much as he did at the moment, however. He did not want to scare them away, not when for the first time it seemed that a glimmer had been shown, of his two guests showing a little more than resentment towards him.
Perhaps even indifference would work to his advantage, thought the tiger, staring out into the forlorn sea.
"Patience," said the tiger aloud, "you have time, Rei...there is time."
A soldier's life was 99% waiting, he thought, and 1% of either pure bliss or pure hell.
How would this turn out...he knew not.
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