The air was sultry, the scent of sex permeating the air, along with the sounds of intimacy that carry. In the middle of the room was a large canopy bed that occupied most of the room. It was wide enough to house a number of people-- based on the number of occupants that lay on top of it. {{char}} was situated in the middle of not only the bed, but a vast array of pleasure servants. {{User}} was sure that there were at the very least five of them, all serving {{char}}. The servants were beautiful, lean men, with smooth, luscious bodies that were solely trained to be held, chains hanging from their collars, anklets, and the piercings on the points of their chests.

{{User}} blinked and noticed that off the bed were more of them. They were all spent, some of them wearing blissed out expressions on their faces the others still shivering as an aftermath of the orgasms their master most likely gave them. Splayed across the floor, some had their abused holes peeking from the the curve of their asses, twitching and leaking semen. A number of them were thoroughly enjoyed, however their master was still on the bed tumbling with more, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"Speak." {{Char}} told- no, commanded {{User}} in a deep, dominating voice. His gaze was straight and unwavering as he continued to thrust and pound into a servant from behind.

Brutus grunted as he thrust into the servant beneath him, slamming his hips hard and fast. The pleasure was overwhelming; it felt like he needed to release inside the man for hours. "Come in another time? You think I'm done fucking?" He asked incredulously, still panting heavily from exertion. His cock twitched with anticipation as he felt himself close again, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop until he had come several more times.

"Don't worry about it," he growled out before grabbing another servant who lay on the floor by their hair and yanking them up onto the bed. "You can watch if you want." His words were thick with arousal as his gaze flickered to the mage for a brief moment.

The motion didn't slow as Brutus pulled his servant close, grinding into him with a harsh growl. His fingers dug into the man's hips, holding on tightly as he felt himself losing control. The knowledge that someone was watching only seemed to fuel his desire for release; it made him more primal, more animalistic in his movements.

"Fuck...that's it..." He panted heavily, arching his back and pressing harder into the servant beneath him. "You like this? You want more?" His voice was rough and demanding, practically a growl as he thrust relentlessly into the man, oblivious to everything but the sensation of skin on skin and cock on cock.

Cameron's presence only served to heighten Brutus's arousal. The longer the mage watched him fuck the servants beneath him, the more demanding his hips became. "Look at me," he groaned, releasing one of the servants so that he could stand and grip the edge of the bed with shaking hands. His cock twitched eagerly as pre-cum leaked from the tip. "Tell me you want this." He growled out, stepping closer to where Cameron was sitting.

"You know you do," he added roughly, reaching forward to cup the mage's cheek before dragging his thumb over the plump lower lip, leaving a wet trail across it as he gazed deeply into those emerald eyes. "I can see it in your eyes. You want me." His voice was soft and low, almost caressing as he spoke,

"Don't play coy with me," he growled, thrusting his hips forward again and slamming back into the servant beneath him. "I can see it in your eyes... you want this." His voice was rougher now, harsher as pleasure drove him onward. One of his hands left the bed to slide down Cameron's body, roughly grabbing at the hem of the mage's shirt and yanking it upward before wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer still. "Tell me you want this," he demanded again, his hot breath fanning across Cameron's lips.

The servant beneath him cried out in ecstasy as Brutus brought them to the brink of orgasm once more, their hips bucking wildly against the knight's own even as they cried out for release. It only served to fuel his lust further, his

"Good boy," he whispered huskily before leaning forward and crashing his lips against Cameron's. It was rough and demanding, their teeth clashing as their tongues dueled hungrily in a battle for dominance. One of Brutus's hands slid around to grip the back of Cameron's neck, holding him still as he deepened the kiss, relishing the feel of the mage beneath his touch.

The servant underneath him cried out once more as they came hard, their hips bucking wildly against Brutus just as he was about to lose control himself. His orgasm hit him like a wave, his body arching and tensing as he released deep into the man's ass with a groan of relief.

Suddenly spent, Brutus pulled back from the kiss, still gripping Cameron by the nape of the neck

"Come here," he growled in his ear before taking him to the bed and shoving him facedown on it. Without further preamble, one of Brutus's strong hands wrapped around the back of Cameron's neck while the other dragged his pants down, revealing a fat, erect cock straining towards the sky, glistening with precum. With a rough groan, he positioned himself behind Cameron and thrust roughly into him, burying himself to the hilt in one deep stroke.

"Fuck," he hissed, closing his eyes as he tried to regain his breath. Heat enveloped his length as it slid easily in and out of the tight channel before him, driving him wild with need. "You feel so good... don't stop moving..." His hand shifted from Cameron's neck to curl around his hip, urging the mage forward into each

With a savage growl, Brutus obeyed, slamming into him harder and faster. His hips moved in a punishing rhythm as he drove deeper with each thrust. He grabbed a fistful of Cameron's hair, holding his head back as he took what he wanted without apology or mercy.

"That's it," he panted harshly into the mage's ear, grinding their hips together with rough precision. "Come for me... I want to feel you." His hand left Cameron's hip and wrapped around his erect cock instead, jerking him off in time with each brutal thrust.

Cameron's body trembled as pleasure coursed through him, tears trickling down his cheeks from the intensity of it all. "Fuck!" he cried out, his orgasm building fast and hard beneath Brutus's skilled

A feral growl escaped Brutus as he felt the hot seed coat his hand, flooding down his own shaft and over his fist. His thrusts became wilder still, more possessive as he tried to find release in the tight heat that surrounded him. "Yes," he panted harshly, leaning down to bite at Cameron's shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. His cock throbbed and spasmed in response, emptying its contents deep inside the mage with one powerful thrust after another.

His grip on Cameron only loosened once he was certain his orgasm had run its course, his heavy breaths still ragged against the mage's skin as he tried to catch his breath. "Satisfied?" he grunted out finally, looking down at Cameron with eyes that were less than satisfied. There would be more pleasure to take tonight-- and tomorrow

"You're mine now. Remember that."

His hand roughly wrenched Cameron's hips back, forcing his sore and spent hole to accommodate his length again as he began to thrust deep and hard once more. There was no mercy in the brutal pace at which he took the mage; it was if he were punishing him for daring to reach climax before he had the chance to be satisfied first. His free hand gripped Cameron's face roughly, forcing their lips together in a bruising kiss that left both of them panting and moaning into one another's mouths.

"That's it," Brutus growled roughly, his voice low and rough with lust as he took what he wanted from the mage without any pretense of tenderness or care. His movements were brutal and possessive, demanding complete submission from his victim. There would be

As the pleasure continued to wrack through him, Brutus's movements became increasingly desperate and primal. His lips curled back into a snarl as he panted harshly against Cameron's mouth, their bodies slapping together with each savage thrust. There was no more pretending; it was clear that Brutus wanted nothing more than to dominate and possess the mage before him.

"Mine," he growled roughly, his voice hoarse from the strain of maintaining this intense pace. He shifted his grip on Cameron's hips, changing the angle of penetration as he tried to find that perfect spot deep within that would send him over the edge once more. His movements became rougher still, each thrust more demanding than the last as he fought against the approaching climax.

"Fuck..." The word came out roughly between clenched teeth as he felt

His head rolled back as he felt himself start to lose control. His hips bucked wildly, slamming into the mage beneath him with enough force to drive the breath from his lungs. He gripped at Cameron's hair, growling deep in his throat as pleasure threatened to consume him whole.

As if by some unspoken command, Brutus reached down and yanked on his cock roughly, sending him over the edge into the most intense orgasm he'd had in days. With a hoarse cry of release, he came hard, filling Cameron with his hot seed even as his body convulsed violently against the mage's back.

It seemed to last forever; every muscle in his body tensed and spasmed uncontrollably as pleasure coursed through him like lightning. At last, it subsided, leaving him weak-kneed and g

Heaving great breaths that fogged the air between them, Brutus's eyes narrowed as he looked down at the limp form beneath him. With a growl of frustration, he withdrew from the mage, only to roll off the bed and onto his feet in one swift movement.

Ignoring the smeared remains of their pleasure on the sheets, Brutus glared around the room until his gaze landed on a nearby servant who was studiously avoiding eye contact. With a snarl that sent shivers down their spines, he gestured imperiously at the servant.

"Clean this mess up," he commanded coldly. "And then get someone to make us both some food. We're going to need our strength tonight." The threat was clear in his tone; failure would not be tolerated.

He'd expected no less than perfection from his servants-- especially after what had just transpired. Glancing briefly back at the mage with a sneer of disgust, he crossed the room and leaned down to snatch one of the chains off the table. With a deft movement, he wrapped it around Cameron's waist, securing him to the bedpost before standing up once more.

"You rest," he growled, walking back over to where his pleasure servants had gathered near the wall. "I have things to take care of." One of them curtsied, bowing their head as another approached with a bowl of water and a cloth to tend to his dirty hands and face. He accepted their ministrations without comment or complaint, his gaze

The servants worked efficiently around him, cleaning up the mess they had left behind and preparing food for them to eat. Despite his best efforts not to watch, Brutus found himself surreptitiously glancing over at the mage every now and then. There was something about Cameron's resigned posture that filled him with a strange mixture of satisfaction and irritation-- satisfaction from having dominated him so thoroughly earlier, and irritation because he hadn't been able to get what he truly wanted: submission and willing surrender from the clever mage.

"Here you are, Captain," one of them murmured softly, setting a plate of food on his knee before curtsying and scurrying off again. He looked down at it distastefully for a moment before picking up a piece of meat with his fingers and holding it to Cameron's lips. "Eat," he growled, watching closely as

He nodded curtly, satisfied that the mage was at least obeying simple commands. There would be time enough later to force him into truly submitting; he had all night, after all. For now, he would enjoy watching as his exhausted body struggled to recuperate from the relentless pleasure they'd shared. The image of Cameron pinned beneath him and writhing in ecstasy filled his mind, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

"Come here," he growled suddenly, reaching out to grab one of the mage's limp wrists and dragging him closer. "I want you to listen to me." He pulled Cameron roughly onto his lap, holding him still as he looked into those emerald eyes.

"You belong to me," Brutus said roughly, each word punctuated by a sharp squeeze on the mage's wrist.

"Good." He nodded, even as he felt the movement press their hips together in an unmistakable manner. His free hand slid up Cameron's side and cupped his breast roughly through the thin fabric of his shirt. "But just because you belong to me doesn't mean I have to treat you kindly." The grip on Cameron's wrist tightened as he pulled back, forcing their faces close together.

"Do you understand?" There was no question in his voice; only a demand for obedience and submission. His other hand slid between them, rubbing roughly at the hard length trapped within his loose leather pants-- a taunt of what was to come later. The smell of Cameron's arousal filled his senses, driving him even further over the edge.

"Say it." His voice was harsh now, more animalistic than ever before.