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Rytlock Brimstone trudged up the metal ramp to Bangar Ruinbringer's office. The Imperator had requested his presence, and one does not say "no" to Bangar Ruinbringer. Once Rytlock was through the circular doorway, the door shut behind him, leaving the two charr alone

"Ah, tribune, I am so glad you could join me." Bangar said, with a devious grin.

"You didn't give me much choice." Rytlock grumbled.

"Some charr are saying that I shouldn't keep you around. That you are a waste of an imperator." Bangar paused, looking down at Rytlock, waiting for a response.

Rytlock had often asked himself this same question. Ever since he had joined up with the commander and Dragon's Watch, he had been less and less involved with blood legion affairs. If Bangar was going to strip his title of tribune, or banish him from the blood legion homelands, then it was long overdue.

"If you're going to take away my title, Bangar, then do it." Rytlock growled, showing his fangs.

"You will address me as Imperator!" Bangar snapped, baring his fangs in response. He sighed, his face softening slightly. "Call me sentimental, but I'm not willing to give up on you. I believe that you still care about the charr, still care about the Blood Legion." The Imperator turned away from Rytlock, staring out of the massive window behind his desk. "I have great plans for the future of the charr. And that future is bright." He turned back to look at Rytlock. "And I want you to be a part of that future."

Rytlock did not immediately respond. He was taken aback at the Imperator's words. He had expected Bangar to be out for his blood. But instead he was offering him a place at his side? Rytlock shook his head, confused. "I don't understand."

"What did I just say!" Bangar glowered at Rytlock, a growl growing in his throat. Rytlock looked back at him with an expression of bewilderment. And then, in an instant, Bangar was beside Rytlock, gripping his muzzle in a vice-like grip. "You. Will. Address. Me. As. Imperator." He snarled, his fanged mouth inches away from Rytlock's face. Rytlock grimaced, feeling the Imperator's hot breath wash over his face. Bangar gripped his muzzle tighter, his claws digging into Rytlock's fur.

"Yes, Imperator." Rytlock managed to squeak out, causing Bangar to release him. He rubbed his muzzle, finding that, while it had been painful, Bangar had made sure not to puncture the skin with his claws.

"I'm disappointed in you, tribune. Perhaps the rumors are true. Perhaps you really don't belong in Blood Legion." Bangar let the words hang in the air. Rytlock felt his cheeks warm as a combination of anger, embarrassment, and shame swept over him.

"I do care about the charr. And about Blood Legion." Rytlock said. Bangar scowled at him, not waiting for him to fix his mistake before speaking again.

"Do you know what I think?" Bangar said, his voice soft yet menacing. "I think your time with the other races has left you soft. You can hardly follow orders anymore." Bangar tsked disapprovingly. "We'll have to work on that."

"What do you mean?" Rytlock questioned. He was beginning to think that Bangar had no interest in keeping him in the Blood Legion. And yet for every insult he had thrown at him, the Imperator had also offered opportunity. Hinting at a possible future for Rytlock.

"How many times will I have to teach you this lesson, cub?" Bangar said, his voice sharp and commanding. He extended his claws threateningly before Rytlock interjected with a mumbled "Sorry imperator."

"Do you know what makes the Blood Legion so powerful?" Bangar said. "It isn't our weapons or our training. We are strong because every soldier knows their place and follows orders." He continued, not waiting for Rytlock to respond. "I want you to be part of the future of the charr, but you will have no place among the Blood Legion until you learn to follow orders like a good soldier." Bangar's voice was as sharp as any blade. "I see great potential in you, Tribune Brimstone. Your son is proof of that." At the mention of Ryland, Rytlock bared his fangs, stepping forward to confront Bangar.

"You leave Ryland out of this!" Rytlock yelled. "This is between you and me. Imperator." Rytlock spat the last word out.

"I know it has been quite some time since you've seen him. He's one of the Blood Legion's finest centurions." Bangar said, unfazed by the Tribune's outburst. "I can give you a future with the Blood Legion. As a beloved hero, returned to the fold." Bangar paused to stare Rylock in the eyes. "I can give you a future with your son. All you need to do is swear loyalty to me, your imperator."

Rytlock stepped back, his anger gone. It was replaced with something else. Longing? Sadness? Seeing Ryland had called into question everything in Rytlock's life. He had not regretted leaving the charr to help the pact commander and dragon's watch. And yet when he had seen his son, none of that mattered. He could only think of what might have been, if he had stayed with the blood legion. If he had watched his son grow up. Could Bangar really reunite them?

"I am at your command, Imperator Ruinbringer" Rytlock knelt before the Imperator, his eyes staring at the metal floor.

"I knew you would come around, Tribune Brimstone." Bangar sounded almost proud of Rytlock, but his voice still dripped with smugness. Bangar walked closer, his feet coming into Rytlock's field of vision.

"It will not be that easy, Tribune." Bangar said. Rytlock glanced up, quickly looking back down after noticing how uncomfortable close Bangar's crotch was to his face. "You've gone soft. If I am to ever trust you as my Tribune, I need to know you can follow orders. I must have your complete and utter obedience."

"Of course, Imperator." Rytlock said, keeping his eyes fixated on the ground. Rytlock could follow orders. Bangar would want some show of commitment, and would most likely have Rytlock do some menial work until he earned the Imperator's trust. If a little embarrassment was the price of being in Bangar's good graces, then Rytlock was more than willing to pay it. Even so, there were some lines Rytlock would never cross. He wouldn't betray the commander or the pact, even if that cost him a future with the Charr.

"Stand." Bangar said and Rytlock complied. "Now strip."

"Imperator?" Rytlock said, unsure if had understood the charr correctly or if it was some sort of joke.

"You are to obey my orders without question, is that clear?" Bangar did not extend his claws or bare his fangs, but his voice was just as threatening.

"Yes, Imperator." Rytlock mumbled.

"What was that? You are charr! I want to hear a roar." Bangar said, a wicked smile on his face.

"Yes Imperator!" Rytlock yelled, straightening up and saluting the Imperator.

"That's more like it!" Bangar growled. "Now strip!"

Rytlock felt his face burn from embarrassment as he started to undo his mistward armor. It was an arduous process, undoing straps and removing the heavy metal plates. And the whole time, Bangar just watched with a devious smile. Finally, Rytlock had removed his armor and was standing, naked save for some cloth underwear.

"I am going to assume you are stopping for a good reason, and not disobeying my orders. Or else I will have to find another way to teach you discipline." Bangar said, smirking at the embarrassed charr before him. Rytlock felt his embarrassment rise as he slowly slipped his hands around the waist of his underwear. Using only his voice, Bangar Ruinbringer had made Rytlock feel smaller and more exposed than any Elder Dragon ever had. Rytlock slowly continued slipping his clothes off, turning away from Bangar in an attempt to preserve his modesty. Eventually Rytlock stood with his back to Bangar, trying not to feel embarrassed about the fact that he was naked in front of one of the most powerful Charr in the world. He heard a smack and felt a pain on his bare ass strong enough to make him yelp in pain.

"You are a Blood Legion Tribune! And yet you hide like an embarrassed mouse. This will not do." Bangar tsked. Rytlock felt another smack on his ass, this one harder than the last. His embarrassment was quickly being replaced with a stronger emotion. Anger. Rytlock spun around, catching Bangar's arm before the Imperator had a chance to whack him again. Rytlock let out a roar, gripping the Imperator's wrist tighter in his hand.

"Yes! Yes! I knew you had it in you. That Blood Legion fury!" Bangar said triumphantly. Rytlock released Bangar's arm. "I'm not a mouse." He spit out. Bangar slapped Rytlock hard across the face. "What did you say, cub?" Bangar's lighthearted tone was replaced with something far more threatening.

Rytlock looked at the Imperator. His anger was starting to cool, and the embarrassment was creeping back. He was being childish. Every Legion soldier knew how to address their superiors with respect. Not just the soldiers, even the cubs in the fahrar knew this. And yet he had disrespected his Tribune over an insult. Bangar was right. He was Blood Legion. Petty insults and pain were nothing to him.

"My apologies, Imperator." Rytlock hung his head in shame.

"Rytlock. You are learning to follow orders. But I am afraid that you have been gone too long. I didn't want to have to resort to this, but you need discipline. Come here." Bangar led the embarrassed charr behind his massive desk. "Bend over." The charr commanded, pushing Rytlock so that his chest lay on the desk but his feet remained planted on the floor and his ass remained exposed. Rytlock looked in front of him and to his horror he saw Bangar's office and the large door leading to the rest of the Blood Legion complex. That meant that his ass was pointed directly at the massive window overlooking the valley. Rytlock whined in embarrassment.

The slap came without warning, making a meaty whack as it hit Rytlock's ass. Then came another, and another. Soon Rytlock was grunting loudly with each smack, and panting in between. The slaps stopped, and Rytlock panted, catching his breath. The next smack was harder than any of the previous ones and elicited not just a groan from the pain, but a long drawn out moan.

"Who do you belong to?" Bangar asked.

"The Blood Legion." Rytlock grunted. Bangar responded by spanking him hard enough to shake the table he was bent over on. Rytlock cried out.

"Bangar Ruinbringer." Rytlock said. Bangar's only response was to spank him once more.

"Imperperator Ruinbringer." Rytlock grunted, barely audibly. Bangar stopped his assault on Rytlock's ass. He leaned over so that his mouth was by the Tribune's ear. "I want to hear you-" He grabbed one of Rytlock's cheeks, squeezing it in his paw. "-scream it." His voice was almost a whisper, his hot breath in Rytlock's ear.

"I belong to Imperator Bangar Ruinbringer!" Rytlock roared, past the point of caring who heard or saw. Bangar released Rytlock, easing him off the desk.

"That's what I like to hear, Tribune." Bangar said smugly. Suddenly, Bangar's mouth was on Rytlock's, his arms pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Rytlock was shocked at first, but soon sank into the other charr's arms, opening his muzzle to him. Bangar's tongue explored Rytlock's mouth passionately, almost aggressively. When he finally released him both charr were panting heavily and Rytlock's dick had become hard.

"You have learned a lot, Tribune. About obeying orders. I think we are ready to move to the next part." Bangar said, beginning to remove his armor. Rytlock knew better now than to question the Imperator, and replied with a simple "Yes, Imperator." Bangar removed his armor until he was as naked as Rytlock, with a dick just as hard.

"Unfortunately, your ass is too sore today for what I had in mind. That can wait for later." Bangar said, a mischievous smirk on his face. Rytlock's heart fluttered at that. Too sore? What did the Imperator have in mind? With little more than a look, Bangar was able to make Rytlock feel embarrassed, aroused, excited, and nervous all in one. "But that doesn't mean that your duties are over just yet. I have a special mission in mind for you, but it will take a little training." The Imperator continued, leaning against the desk where moments before Rytlock had laid bare.

"Kneel." Bangar said, pointing to the ground by his feet. Rytlock felt his dick twitch with excitement as he obeyed. Sinking to his knees, Rytlock looked up at his Imperator. Bangar grabbed Rytlock's horns, pulling him towards his crotch, causing the kneeling Tribune to yelp with surprise. Shame crept up Rytlock's face. Horns were important to Charr. To let another Charr grab them, and to kneel before that charr without any resistance. It was beyond shameful. Yet despite the shame, Rytlock had never been harder.

Bangar pulled on Rytlock's horns, squashing the Tribune's muzzle into the fur below his dick. Rytlock let out a long whine but did not resist.

"Awww. This is where you belong, Rytlock. At my feet." Bangar let go of Rytlock's horns, playing with the fur on top of the Tribune's head instead. Rytlock only whined in response.

Rytlock had been holding his breath, and moved his head away to take a breath, but before he could, he felt Bangar's hand on the back of his head, pushing him back into position, making Rytlock whimper pathetically. Rytlock breathed in, the heavy scent of the other charr filling his nostrils. Rytlock's hand reached down, grasping his erect cock. He gasped at how sensitive it was. It had been quite a while since he had gotten any release. Sex was the last thing he had on his mind when fighting Elder Dragons. He stroked his cock, moaning deeply into Bangar's fur.

"Tribune what are you doing?" Bangar said with amusement, guiding Rytlock's face so that the Charr could see each other. Rytlock tried to look away, but Bangar gripped his horns, stopping him. "I asked you a question, Tribune." Bangar growled.

"I was just..." Rytlock trailed off, unable to meet the other charr's gaze without feeling waves of embarrassment.

"You were pleasuring yourself without taking care of your Imperator first." Bangar said, disapprovingly. "You have to learn to put the needs of the legion, and its imperator, before your own. If every charr put themselves first, the legions would collapse and the charr would never rise to their rightful place. I'm surprised. Even the Pact, and the commander, seem to understand how to put the needs of others before their own. And yet you do not." Bangar chided.

"I'm sorry Imperator." Rytlock said sheepishly. Despite his words, Rytlock's hand still gripped his increasingly hard dick as it began to dribble cum. Bangar lifted one of his feet, pushing Rytlock's hand away from his dick and pressing it down to the floor, hard, causing Rytlock to grunt.

"It seems that I can't trust the words coming out of that mouth of yours." Bangar said, gripping the Tribune's muzzle and inspecting it. "We'd best put that mouth to work then." Bangar put his hand on the back of Rytlock's head, once again forcing it to his groin. "Lick." He commanded.

"Imperator..." Rytlock had wondered if it would come to this. If he continued there would be no turning back. But no matter how much he told himself he shouldn't want this, no matter how shameful it might be, Rytlock wanted nothing more than to obey the charr. He had spent years being the no-nonsense, take charge charr that others saw him as. But it was exhausting to keep up that facade. Following the commander had helped, but Rytlock craved something deeper than that. All he wanted was to give all that responsibility to someone else. To Bangar.

"Tribune?" Bangar responded. His tone was not aggressive or dismissive, but concerned. Rytlock hesitated, nervousness churning in his stomach. He opened his mouth to respond, but instead of words, his tongue shot out to lap at the Imperator's dick. Bangar let out a moan, his hand gripping Rytlock's fur tightly. Rytlock continued lapping at the Tribune's dick, causing moans and grunts of pleasure. Without thinking, Rytlock began stroking his dick with his free hand.

"Rytlock, if you keep that up I'm going to have to tie you up." Bangar grumbled. Rytlock tried not to think about how much the thought of that turned him on, but stopped stroking.

They continued for some time, the silence only broken by the occasional moan and grunt of pleasure. Rytlock fell into a rhythm and was almost enjoying himself, until Bangar had to ruin it by speaking.

"You really know your way around a dick, Tribune. Can I assume that you were doing more than just slaying dragons in Dragon's Watch? I guess we can add cocksucking whore to your resume."

Rytlock pulled his muzzle off the other charr's dick and spat.

"You leave the commander out of this." He snarled. It's true that during his time among the other races, he had taken the chance to explore more than just Tyria. He still remembered the late nights in Captain Thackery's tent.

"Keep complaining and I'll make you serve every soldier in this camp, Tribune." Bangar sneered. Rytlock tried not to imagine being fucked by every blood legion soldier, passed around like a common whore, but he had quite the imagination.

Rytlock snarled but went back to work, his muzzle pumping up and down on the other charr's dick. Bangar's moans and grunts got more and more frantic, and soon he had grabbed Rytlock's head and was forcing it up and down his dick, faster and faster. Rytlock knew what came next and tried to release the other male so he could finish, but Bangar prevented him.

"Charr-" Bangar grabbed Rytlock's head and forced it onto his dick, holding him in place as the Imperator's dick tensed up. "-Above-" Rytlock felt the other charr's cock pulse against his lips and hot cum squirt down his throat. "-All!" Bangar roared as he climaxed.

"That's how you're going to cum?" Rytlock said, cum dripping from his muzzle, when Bangar finally released him. "Shouting some silly slogan you had your propagandist whip up?"

"That is how dedicated I am, Tribune. I never stop thinking about the future of the charr, even in my most intimate moments." Bangar wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

"What about..." Rytlock stared down at his painfully hard dick.

"Such a task is below me. Go find another soldier to take care of it." Bangar said, staring at the charr's dick with a mix of disgust and pity. "Or take care of it yourself, I don't care."

Rytlock didn't know whether to be relieved that the Imperator didn't plan to deny him any further or disappointed that he wouldn't even consider reciprocating.

"I expect to see you back here tomorrow at dawn, Tribune. I have a... diplomatic mission involving Imperator Smodur. If your performance today is any indication, you'll have him on our side in no time." Bangar bared his fangs in a grin.