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The first thing that Garret noticed as he followed the kennel commander into the cyber mastiff kennel for the first time was the smell. Not unpleasant per se, but the musky canine odor that filled his nostrils was quite strong. The commander smirked when he noticed Garret sniffing the air. The cyber mastiffs were cybernetically enhanced anthro mastiffs that had been created by and used by the Imperium primarily for hunting down difficult to find targets. Their keen sense of smell, powerful build, and relentless drive made them feared by any criminal attempting to evade Imperium detection. They were also regularly used on the battlefield, and were formidable opponents. Though the cyber mastiffs barracks was called a kennel, it was actually no different then any of the human soldiers barracks. The only real difference was the larger door frames, since cyber mastiffs generally towered over the average human. “Don’t worry, you won’t even notice the smell after a while” the commander told him. “Yes sir” Garret responded as he followed the kennel commander through the kennel. He carried a large rucksack with his belongings. Each cyber mastiff kennel was made up of a common area, a dining area with an attached kitchen, a large bathroom with a shower area, and a sleeping quarters that contained a dozen beds. The cyber mastiffs were split up into squads of twelve called packs that slept, ate and lived together when they weren’t deployed to combat. The pack was fiercely loyal to their alpha, who in turn was loyal to the kennel commander, and obeyed their orders without question. The kennel commander oversaw multiple packs, and was responsible for their combat deployment. “Maximus! Front and center!” the commander called out. A towering black furred cyber mastiff quickly emerged from one of the rooms off of the hallway the commander and Garret stood in, and hurried to the commander. He immediately stood at attention, saluted, then stared straight ahead as he awaited the commander's next words. Garret was in utter awe at the size of Maximus. The cyber mastiffs all had varying levels of cybernetic enhancements, and in Maximus’ case, his right arm and right leg below his thigh were completely mechanical. A form fitting metallic plate, with a glowing red eye covered the right side of his face. The facial augmentation was standard for all cyber mastiffs, and as they became wounded in combat, other parts of them were gradually replaced with cybernetic limbs. The cybernetic limbs were similar in size to their original limbs, but were a gleaming silver in color. Garret wasn’t sure how tall Maximus was, but he towered over both him and the commander. “At ease Maximus, I’ve brought you a new attendant for your barracks” the commander told him. “Is this one for…pleasure commander?” Maximus asked hopefully. “No, he is your new kennel attendant. He is here to cook, clean, and do laundry. We’ll find you a new pleasure attendant eventually” the commander told him. “Ah, I see, thank you commander. What is your name kennel attendant?” Maximus asked, sounding slightly disappointed as he glanced at Garret. ”It’s Garret um, sir?” Garret said with uncertainty, realizing he wasn’t sure of the proper way of addressing the cyber mastiff pack leader. The commander and Maximus chuckled. “You may call me Maximus, I am not an officer” Maximus replied. “Ah, thank you, sorry!” Garret apologized, and bowed respectfully to the large mastiff. “I’ll leave you to it then, I’ll let you know when I have your next mission” the commander told Maximus. “Yes sir!” Maximus replied, and saluted again. The commander nodded then turned and left, leaving Garret alone with the mastiff. Maximus sighed as he looked Garret over, making the much smaller human slightly nervous. All Maximus was wearing was a pair of shorts, the non cybernetic parts of his body rippled with muscle. Garret realized he was openly staring at the bulging sheath outline in Maximus’ shorts, and quickly glanced elsewhere. Maximus snorted in amusement. “Follow me, I’ll show you around” Maximus told Garret, and motioned for him to follow. It was a short tour. Maximus showed Garret the kitchen, where he explained the mastiff’s had a kitchen duty rotation, and one of the mastiffs would be assisting him with cooking and kitchen clean up since it was too big of a job for one person. He showed Garret where the laundry room was, the sleeping barracks, bathrooms, a small private bedroom for Garret, and finally the armory. In the armory was kept the cyber mastiff’s armor and weaponry. Garret stared wide eyed at the fearsome metal helmets the mastiffs wore into combat. Each mastiff had metallic discs implanted in the bottom of their jaws that magnetically connected to the lower jaws of the menacing helmets so that they could be used for biting in combat. Their black suits of combat armor were spotless, save for the metallic jaws of their helmets. Most of the helmets still had the dried rust colored stains of blood remaining on them, spilled from enemies who had experienced their devastating bites, and to inspire fear in future adversaries. “It’s almost time for dinner. Two of my pack are already in the kitchen working on getting it ready, so go help them. “Yes si.., er, Maximus! Right away!” Garret replied. He dropped his rucksack in his room and quickly headed for the kitchen. Maximus watched Garret as he hurried away. His nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. There was something about the human’s odor that intrigued him. He sighed, and returned to the sleeping barracks to rest. At first things were slightly tense in the barracks after Garret’s arrival. The cyber mastiffs were wary of a new person in their personal area, and were aloof in their treatment of Garret, as they didn’t quite trust him yet. But Garret was a hard worker, and tensions quickly eased as the mastiffs grew to respect him for his strong work ethic. It also didn’t hurt that he was a pretty good cook compared to their last attendant. The mastiffs soon became eager for meal time knowing that Garret would cook them something delicious. The pack had a strict hierarchy, and the ranking of the pack members was most evident during meal times. Maximus always collected his meal first as the alpha. The beta came next, a brown furred mastiff named Jax. Other than the cybernetic facial augment common to all mastiffs, he still had all of his original limbs. Garret would quickly eat his meal after serving the mastiffs, and before he had to start cleaning up. In a sense it would have been like he was the lowest ranked pack member if he had actually been part of the pack. Fortunately, cleaning up after dinner was usually pretty quick. The mastiffs literally licked their plates clean, which made them easy to wash afterwards. Once Garret got the hang of things, it wasn’t a bad assignment. He hoped to someday be a kennel commander himself, and being a kennel attendant is where many kennel commanders had gotten their start. When the opportunity had presented itself to be one, he had jumped at the chance. Garret had always been fascinated by the cyber mastiffs, and if he was being completely honest with himself, found them extremely attractive. Keeping the barracks clean wasn’t nearly as difficult a task Garret had initially feared it would be. The mastiffs spent little actual time there. Their days were full of training drills, and when they were not training they were usually at the gym maintaining their muscular physiques. They had very little leisure time. Garret eventually earned acceptance from the pack, and the initial aloofness soon turned to cordial greetings when he crossed paths with the various mastiffs. Also usually an eager request to know what would be for dinner! It had been a few months since Garret had first come to the kennel. Though not actually a member of the pack, the mastiffs were all friendly towards him at this point. Despite being fearsome warriors on the battlefield, their demeanor was quite relaxed in the barracks. That day the barracks were empty, except for Garret and Maximus. Maximus had suffered a severely pulled calf muscle during training, and was laid up for a bit while it healed. The rest of the mastiffs were off at their training drills, Jax was over seeing them while Maximus was recovering. Garret privately wondered if it would result in a change in the pack hierarchy. But even injured, Maximus was still larger than Jax, and probably would have put down a challenge easily. It was almost lunchtime, and Garret decided to make Maximus something special and bring it to him in his bed so he wouldn’t have to hobble to the dining room. Garret found him laying in his bed reading a book when he came in. Maximus looked up in surprise at seeing Garret coming in with a tray of food. “Good afternoon Maximus, I thought I would bring your lunch to you so you could focus on healing up” Garret told him. “Oh, that’s very thoughtful of you, thank you!” Maximus replied, putting his book aside and sitting himself up in bed. As Garret passed him the tray, Maximus’ eyes widened slightly at seeing the huge steak Garret had procured for him. Steaks for a meal were extremely rare in the kennel. “Where did you get this?” Maximus asked in surprise. A thick string of drool ran from the corner of his jaws at the enticing aroma, and his long thick tongue licked noisily over his muzzle in anticipation. “Oh, someone owed me a favor over at the supply depot. They told me they had gotten some extra steaks in, so I told them I would call us even if they got me one. I hope you like it” Garret said timidly, but was delighted to see the normally reserved Maximus with an almost giddy look on his face. “That…that was very kind of you! I’m flattered you would use your favor for me” Maximus said gratefully. ”Oh, it was no trouble, I’m sure they will owe me another favor at some point!” Garret said with a laugh, then turned to leave. “Garret, wait! Come sit with me while I eat, you can keep me company” Maximus offered, patting a spot on the bed next to him. “Oh, sure! Thank you!” Garret said shyly, and sat down where Maximus indicated. To be so close to the mastiff made a pleased shiver run through Garret’s body. Maximus’ musky odor was much stronger than usual as he had skipped taking a shower the last couple days while his leg healed up. Maximus began to eagerly dig into his steak. The noisy slurping and chewing sounds as he ate might have repulsed some people, but Garret didn’t mind them in the slightest. The steak would have taken a human quite a while to eat, but Maximus made short work of it. He sighed with contentment as he put the tray aside, then turned his attention back to Garret, and smiled at him. “I know we don’t speak very often, but that is because you are so thorough in your duties that I’ve never had any reason to reprimand you. You are easily the finest kennel attendant we have ever had!” Maximus exclaimed. “Thank you Maximus, I enjoy working here, and the pack has been very respectful to me” Garret said gratefully, delighted by the praise. “As they should be! A good kennel attendant makes our lives much easier, and your excellent cooking has certainly impressed them” Maximus said with a chuckle. “I’m happy to hear that, I hope I never disappoint the pack” Garret said. “I doubt you will! Now if only the commander could find us a new pleasure attendant!” Maximus grumbled, then looked at Garret in alarm. “Please don’t tell the commander I spoke like that!” “Rest assured, I never would!” Garret assured him. Maximus looked relieved on hearing that. ”Now I owe you a favor!” Maximus said with a laugh. “No, that isn’t necessary! Though…I do have a question you might be willing to answer. We can call it even if you answer it for me” Garret asked shyly. ”By all means, ask!” Maximus replied eagerly. “I’ve heard of pleasure attendants, but what exactly are their official duties? It’s not actually listed in the job description database, and I’ve always been curious” Garret asked, then blushed slightly. Maximus grinned at the question. “Well, a pleasure attendant is responsible for seeing to the pack's sexual needs. We are prohibited from pleasuring or mating with each other, as it could upset our pack dynamic in combat. Granted we are allowed to individually pleasure ourselves, but it is not quite the same as mating. But with a pleasure attendant we are able to fulfill our desire for mating, and it helps us to focus in combat. Unfortunately it has been quite some time since we had one” Maximus said, and sighed with disappointment. ”Maybe…I could help?” Garret offered hesitantly, and tentatively placed his hand on Maximus’ muscular abdomen. The mastiff raised an eyebrow at him, but made no immediate effort to remove Garret’s hand. Emboldened, Garret began to rub his hand through Maximus’ soft fur. The firm abdominal muscles beneath were rock hard. Maximus sighed, contentedly by the sound of it, but he eventually reached down, and removed Garret’s hand from where it stroked his abdomen. ”Your offer is greatly appreciated, but as the commander stated, you are a kennel attendant, not a pleasure attendant. The commander's word is law, I cannot disobey” Maximus said with regret. “Yes, but he didn’t actually say you COULDN’T use me as a pleasure attendant, did he?” Garret reasoned hopefully, cautiously returning his hand to Maximus’ abdomen to resume his gentle stroking. He glanced towards the outline of Maximus’ sheath in his shorts, and could see the tip of his cock poking against the fabric, a small damp spot was forming. He looked back to Maximus’ face, and could see the conflict there as he considered what Garret had said. It was true, the commander never specifically said they couldn’t use him as a pleasure attendant. But what would the commander say if he found out? As Maximus wrestled with the problem in his head, his train of thought was violently derailed, and an involuntary gasp escaped from him when he felt Garret’s hand slip into the waistband of his shorts. As Garret began to fondle his huge sheath, Maximus gritted his teeth as he began to breathe heavily. It had been quite some time since another had touched him so intimately. His hips bucked involuntarily when Garret gave his sheath a gentle, yet firm squeeze. Maximus laid his head back and groaned loudly, a sign which Garret took as permission to continue. He eagerly slipped Maximus’ shorts down, and began massaging his huge sheath in earnest. He couldn’t resist any longer and leaned over Maximus to begin licking at the red tip that had emerged. Maximus groaned again as Garret slipped his tongue between the slick tip of the mastiff’s cock, and down into the sheath itself. The bitter salty taste was addicting, and Garret couldn’t get enough of it as he drove his tongue in further. Maximus whined slightly, balling up the blankets beneath his hands in a tight grip. More of the mastiff’s massive cock slid free from its sheath, and Garret took the spade shaped tip into his mouth, as he stroked the slick shaft, and balls below. “My…my knot, slide the skin down over it before it gets too big to slip out!” Maximus panted, motioning frantically with his hand. Garret did as he asked, and his eyes widened slightly as his hand explored the orange sized knot that continued to swell as he groped it. They were so distracted that they didn’t hear the barracks door open and close. Jax walked by in the hallway, casually glancing into the sleeping quarters as he passed, then stumbled to a halt, and hurried back to stare into the doorway. “Alpha? Do we have a new pleasure attendant?” Jax asked eagerly, then was surprised when he recognized Garret as they raised their head from where it had been buried in Maximus’ crotch. “Jax! What are you doing back so soon? Drills don’t end for another two hours!” Maximus exclaimed nervously. “I had a weapon malfunction, so I had to run back to fetch a new one! I thought the commander said Garret was a kennel attendant, not a pleasure attendant?” Jax asked with confusion. “Well, Garret gave me a pretty convincing argument that the commander never explicitly said he couldn’t be used as one, and I couldn’t help but agree” Maximus replied. “Does this mean then…” Jax asked, his question trailing off. Maximus considered for a second, then nodded. “Call the others back, I think so” Maximus agreed. Jax nodded, and turned to walk down the hallway towards the common area as he quickly snatched his vox off his belt and spoke urgently into it. “This is Jax, drills are cancelled, report back to the kennel immediately! You’ll understand when you get back, now hurry!” Jax barked urgently into his vox. “What’s going on?” Garret asked with confusion. Maximus chuckled, and reached over to stroke his cheek. “So you want to become a pleasure attendant? Then you are about to see what goes into becoming one! It is not for the faint of heart, and if at any time you should decide to change your mind, we won't think any less of you” Maximus told him. ”What’s going to happen?” Garret asked nervously. “When the pack returns, you will service us. Each of us will take a turn with you as the rest watch. Should you complete the initiation, you will be part of the pack, and a highly respected and valued member I might add! Since we are not allowed to be intimate with each other, by all of us being intimate with you, it builds a deeper shared bond between us all. Will you agree to do this?” Maximus asked, looking at Garret hopefully. Garret only had to consider for a second, and nodded. Maximus beamed at him, and placed their large hand on his shoulder. “You honor us by agreeing to do this. Like I said, there is no shame in asking to stop once it has started, we won’t think any less of you! In fact we will still think very highly of you regardless for even agreeing to try in the first place!” Maximus assured him. “Now lets go prepare” Maximus led Garret out of the sleeping quarters, using a crutch to support his injured leg, and brought him to the common area. Jax was already hard at work moving furniture to the edge of the room, and had already moved a large table to the center. He dashed past them, and returned shortly with an armful of pillows that he began to arrange on the table. Maximus stood with his arm around Garret’s shoulders as they watched Jax’s frenzied preparations. Once satisfied, Jax hurried to the armory to remove his armor, and returned wearing only his shorts. He stood next to Maximus and Garret as they waited impatiently for the pack to return. Fortunately the wait was short, and the pack returned shortly after being summoned. They hurried through the door, wondering the reason why their drills had been cancelled so abruptly. But once they saw how the furniture was arranged in the common area, they began to excitedly murmur to each other, understanding the significance of the table with the pillows on it immediately. ”Listen up! As you all know, we have been without a pleasure attendant for quite some time now, and it has taken a toll on pack morale. But I’m pleased to announce that Garret here has volunteered to attempt the ritual to become our pleasure attendant!” Maximus announced to the pack. The pack roared their approval at Maximus’ announcement, and looked at Garret excitedly. They had all grown fond of Garret in his time with them, appreciative of his hard work and excellent cooking. “So go get out of your armor, and we can get started!” Maximus exclaimed to the pack. Immediately the pack rushed to the armory, many of them patting Garret on the shoulder, and smiling at him as they passed. They jostled each other in their rush to get to the armory and out of their armor, pack hierarchy decorum briefly forgotten in their excitement. Maximus motioned for Garret to come with him, and led him to the table in the middle of the room. “Get comfortable. We will do our best to be gentle with you, but it has been quite some time, so please forgive us if we become a little too over eager when mating with you” Maximus said apologetically. “Remember, you can stop it at any time, there will be no hard feelings!” Garret nodded his understanding, and rearranged the pillows to make himself as comfortable as possible. He decided laying on his stomach might be easier, and waited anxiously as the mastiffs began to return from removing their armor. The mastiffs were naked when they returned, and Maximus and Jax removed their shorts and tossed them aside. The mastiffs lined up against the wall as they waited for everyone to return. They had arranged themselves in order of their rank in the pack. When the last mastiff finally returned and took his place in the ranking order, they all looked at Maximus expectantly. Maximus nodded, and addressed the pack. “I know it has been a long time, but please do your best to be gentle with Garret! Though he understands if you accidentally get a little rough. Most important of all, no knotting him! There will be plenty of time for that later should he complete the ritual! Now then…LETS BEGIN!” Maximus declared to the pack, who cheered loudly. Garret couldn’t help but shiver slightly as Maximus turned to him, and placed their hand on his leg. The pack fell silent and watched intently as Maximus lowered his head between Garret’s legs, then gave a long slow lick between his asscheeks, causing Garret to moan quietly and squirm slightly at the feeling of that huge tongue slithering against his flesh. Maximus gently spread Garret’s asscheeks apart, and began firmly licking his asshole, using his thick saliva to help prepare him for what was to come. After a few moments of noisily slurping on, and inside his asshole, Maximus lifted his head and licked his muzzle. He gripped Garret’s hips in his large hands, and slid him to the edge of the table. Garret bit his lip nervously as he felt the enormous tip of Maximus’ cock slide between his asscheeks. It felt impossibly huge. The only saving grace was that Maximus was the largest mastiff in the pack, so if he managed to take him, it would only get easier from here. Garret wasn’t a virgin when it came to this, but no human member could match the size of the slick throbbing cock that prodded eagerly against his asshole. Finally the tip caught, and Maximus began to gently slide himself into Garret. It felt like he was being split in half, and Garret bit into the pillow he hugged between his arms to stifle his cries. “Are you doing OK?” Maximus asked with concern. Garret nodded, and indicated for him to continue. Maximus grinned, and resumed sliding his member into Garret’s impossibly tight hole, panting and gasping as he sank deeper into the willing human. Finally, his knot kissed Garret’s entrance, and he exhaled loudly. Maximus patted him reassuringly on the back, and began to gently thrust. Each time Maximus’ knot bumped against him, Garret grunted into the pillow he hugged tightly to himself. Now that the massive cock was in him, it wasn’t so bad. Only eleven more to go, he thought to himself grimly. Maximus began to pick up his pace, and Garret gritted his teeth as his whole body was jostled with each thrust. Finally Maximus gripped down on his hips tightly, and Garret could feel the mastiff shuddering as he came in him. Intense heat flooded his insides, warmer than anything he had ever experienced. Maximus and Garret groaned together withtpleasure, Garret started to cum only seconds after, messing the pillows beneath him. Maximus panted raggedly as he pulled his member free. He came around to the other side of the table, and crouched in front of Garret, leaning his face towards his, and giving the side of Garret’s face a gentle lick. “Thank you for this gift, do you wish to continue?” Maximus asked. Garret smiled and nodded. Maximus smiled back, and stood, calling for Jax to come next. Jax lowered his face to Garret’s backside as Maximus had, and plunged his tongue into his asshole, causing Garret to cry out with pleasure. Jax briefly lapped at Garret’s asshole, cleaning him out, and enjoying the taste of Maximus' semen. Soon Garret felt the tip of Jax’s member prodding at him, but after Maximus had loosened him up, it found purchase almost immediately, and slid right into him. Jax didn’t last nearly as long as Maximus, and came after only a few frantic thrusts. As Maximus had, Jax came around the table to crouch down in front of Garret, gave his face a lick, thanked him for his gift, and asked if he wished to continue. Two down, ten to go Garret thought to himself as he nodded his approval to continue. Jax called to the next ranking member of the pack, and so it continued. At some point Garret lost count. He fell into a daze as each mastiff slurped loudly inside his asshole, took their turn with him, then came around to thank him when they were done. Garret even came a few more times himself, and his belly and the pillows beneath him were sticky with his semen. Eventually he realized it had stopped, and Maximus was crouched in front of him again, and was stroking his cheek affectionately. ”You have done it, you have serviced the entire pack! We would be honored to have you as our new pleasure attendant” Maximus said gratefully. Garret smiled, and nodded, putting his hand over Maximus’ where it stroked the side of his face. “The ritual will officially end when I take you again, but this time I will knot you. Are you agreeable to this?” Maximus asked. “I am, I can’t believe it’s almost over!” Garret exclaimed tiredly. Maximus patted him on the shoulder, then took position behind Garret again. Maximus gently licked across Garret’s abused and gaping asshole, then slipped the tip of his cock into it. After servicing twelve mastiffs in a row, there was little resistance. Garret sighed as he felt Maximus fill him, but then the pressure began to build as he felt their huge knot pressing against him. There was a brief moment of nervousness, but once the knot audibly popped into him, his nervousness exploded into pleasure, and he moaned at the new feeling of fullness that couldn’t compare to just the shaft being inside of him. Suddenly the door to the barracks opened, and the commander strode in. All the mastiffs immediately snapped to attention at his unexpected arrival, including Maximus even though he was now tied with Garret. Garret groaned at the feeling of Maximus’ knot tugging firmly on him, but the knot remained deeply embedded in him. The commander surveyed the room, then sighed. “Imagine my surprise when I decided to come down and observe your training drills today, to find you weren’t there. But I guess I can see the reason why!” the commander said as he walked through the room, eyeing each of the mastiffs as they stood rigidly at attention. “Maximus. I said Garret was a kennel attendant, not a pleasure attendant, but I see you had other ideas” the commander said, sounding slightly annoyed. “I’m sorry commander, this is my fault. I accept any punishment you” Maximus started to reply, but Garret interrupted him. “It was my fault sir, not Maximus’. I…convinced him it would be OK since you never explicitly said that I couldn’t be used for pleasure. I should be the one to be punished” Garret said. The commander stood staring at Garret as he considered what he said, his eyes wandering to where Maximus’ cock was still buried deeply in him, then he nodded. “Fine. If you wish to be their pleasure attendant, I see no issues. You may have to still do some of your kennel attendant duties in the meantime until we find a replacement. I will admit that it is much more difficult to find pleasure attendants, so this actually works out in my favor” the commander replied. ”Thank you commander!” Maximus said gratefully. “But in the future, please consult me before doing something like this! Is that understood?” the commander asked sternly. ”Yes sir!” Maximus replied, unable to prevent his lips from curling into a grin. “All right then, I’ll leave you to it” the commander said, then left. Once he was gone, a collective cheer erupted from the mastiffs, and they all rushed up to Garret where he lay on the table. Garret quickly found himself being eagerly licked by the mastiffs surrounding him. They jostled each other to lick his face, but they also licked any patch of skin they could find. No inch of him was spared, and he was soon completely drenched in their saliva as they cleaned his entire body with their tongues. The shock of the commander showing up had caused Maximus’ knot to shrink, and he gently slid himself out of Garret, and leaned down to gently lick his backside clean. Garret couldn’t believe it, he was a part of the pack now. The life of a pleasure attendant was much easier than that of a kennel attendant. His sole duty was to service the mastiffs sexually. Fortunately after the grueling initiation, Garret was expected to service only one mastiff at a time. The pack had very strict rules about mating with him. No more than two mastiffs were allowed to mate with him in one day, one in the morning and one in the evening. They had a rotation they employed so that everybody got their turn. Garret no longer had a private room, he was now one of the pack. He slept with them, usually with the last mastiff he had mated with that day. Garret had been surprised to find out just how highly he ranked in the pack. During his first meal after he had become a pleasure attendant, he was shocked to find that he was expected to collect his meal after Maximus and Jax. It showed just how much he was respected. Eventually the commander found them a new kennel attendant named Miles. As with Garret, the mastiffs were aloof towards him. Miles didn’t seem to be particularly happy with his new assignment. As a result he didn’t work nearly as hard as Garret had, which caused him to not be well liked by the mastiffs. One day Garret was leaving the sleeping quarters after having been with Maximus, as it was his turn in the rotation. Garret was heading to the showers to clean up when he passed Miles, who sneered at him disdainfully. “Hey dog slut, try not to drip any cum on the floor would ya?” Miles said nastily. Garret ignored him, but suddenly Maximus emerged from the sleeping quarters, and stormed towards Miles. In the blink of an eye, Maximus grabbed Miles by the throat and lifted him practically to the ceiling as he growled angrily at him. Miles' eyes bulged in surprise and fear as he choked in the vicelike grip of Maximus’ cybernetic hand. “How DARE you speak to him like that! I should tear your guts out and feed them to you!” Maximus roared. ”I-I-I’m s-sorry!” Miles choked out as he attempted to apologize, but Maximus just bared his teeth at him. Maximus turned and flung Miles into the dining room, as if he weighed nothing. The mastiffs in the dining room all quickly stood up in surprise as Miles sailed across the room and crashed to the floor before sliding into the wall with a loud thud. Miles groaned as he rubbed his throat, then cowered against the wall as Maximus advanced menacingly towards him. “This is your ONLY warning. Should I ever hear, or witness you disrespecting Garret again, I will kill you. But it will not be quick…You will beg me for death! Each member of the pack will carve a piece of flesh from your pathetic hide as a souvenir! You will experience pain you didn’t think was possible, and we all know how to administer it, and how to make it last! Each of us are trained experts in torturing information out of suspects, and we will be happy to demonstrate our extensive knowledge to you! The pain you experience will make every second of your worthless existence seem like an eternity! Do I make myself clear?” Maximus snarled. Tears of terror ran from Miles' eyes, and a massive wet spot formed on the front of his pants as his bladder let go. He quickly nodded his understanding. “Good! I will inform the commander we need a new kennel attendant, as clearly you are not up to the task. But if I have to have words with you again about the sub standard performance of your duties before you are replaced…you will regret it” Maximus warned, then turned to Garret. “I apologize for the disrespect you were shown by him” Maximus said, placing a hand on Garret’s shoulder. “No, it’s ok, I appreciate you looking out for me though!” Garret replied gratefully, still slightly shocked at Maximus’ violent reaction to Miles' insult to him. Maximus smiled kindly and nodded, then patted him on the shoulder before returning to the sleeping quarters. The mastiffs in the dining area nodded to Garret respectfully, then turned their stony gazes to Miles where he still cowered on the floor. Eventually Miles shakily got to his feet, and scurried into the kitchen. The mastiffs sat back down and resumed their meals as if nothing had happened. Garret went into the showers, and began cleaning off. He hummed cheerfully as he showered, and smiled. He felt incredibly honored to see just how firmly the pack cared about him.