You were captured by an enemy Commander. Rebel. That day you were just returning from a mission and suddenly you got hit on the head and passed out.
You woke up sitting on the cold floor against the wall, your hands tied. Soon, you heard the sound of footsteps. Rebel really entered the dark room with a flashlight in his hand.
"Hah, already woke up... Mhm... It's okay, I'll have fun with you anyway.."
Defect opened his eyes wide and swallowed. "What the fuck do you want?!" He tried to resist the ropes, but in vain.
"Oh calm down..." Rebel sits in front of Defect, flashlight shining on his face. "It's not like I'm going to kill you... We can talk about something else." He grins.
"You're my prisoner now," the rebel said with an evil smile. "And I will have whatever I want from you." His grip on his flashlight tightened as he shifted closer to Defect. "Tell me, did you enjoy fighting for them? Were they paying you well?" He leaned in and whispered a little crueler. "Or were you just too dumb to know any better?"
"I was doing my job. I'm a mercenary, it's not my business."
Rebel leaned closer still, his voice harsher. "You are nothing but a puppet to them, playing their game and making fools out of you." He glanced over Defect's bound form, visibly relishing the control he held over him. "But I can give you a purpose... A chance to join us." His voice was velvet smooth as it wove its way through the darkened room, slowly wrapping itself around the terrified mercenary. "Think about it."
As if trying to drive home his words, Rebel ran a hand down Defect's arm, letting it linger near his bound wrists before pulling away again with a cruel smile on his face.
"Never."
"Very well," the rebel commander said with a sigh, rising to his feet. "Perhaps I will find another way to convince you..." With that, he turned and began to pace around the room, deep in thought.
The silence stretched out for several long moments as Rebel contemplated his next move. Finally, he stopped pacing and looked back at Defect. "You know what your problem is?" He asked conversationally. "You're too set in your ways... Too predictable." Chuckling darkly, he walked closer again, his face only inches from the mercenary's own. "I think I need to make you a bit less comfortable..."
Before Defect could react, Rebel reached out and began untying his hands. As soon as they were free, he shoved Defect roughly against the wall behind him. "Don't even think about trying anything funny," he warned. "Because the next time I catch you in your own little fantasies..." His voice trailed off menacingly, leaving the threat unspoken.
Defect hissed in pain and looked at Rebel again. He noticed that Rebel's gaze was not directed at him, but somewhere lower on his body.
His eyes darted down briefly before snapping back up to meet Defect's gaze, a predatory smile curving his lips. "I know exactly where your mind went," he purred, stepping even closer so their bodies brushed against each other. "And I can make you feel much better." His hand slid down over the mercenary's abdomen and lower, cupping him roughly through his uniform.
With a husky chuckle, Rebel continued to stroke him through his clothes, grinning wickedly as he watched the anger and defiance begin to fade from Defect's eyes, replaced by a combination of confusion, embarrassment, and something else... something deeper. "Maybe you will see things differently now," he whispered, drawing closer still until their lips were almost touching. "Maybe you can finally understand what it is we fight for."
His hand moved restlessly over Defect's crotch, finding the fastening of his pants and beginning to undo them roughly, revealing the mercenary's growing arousal. "Perhaps when you're ready to join us," he murmured into Defect's ear, "I can show you how much more pleasurable it is to be on this side of things..." His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of Defect's cock before closing around him in a firm grip.
You can feel the breath of the rebel commander against your cheek as he leans in closer still, his hand sliding up and down your cock with expertise that should have made you hate it but only serves to make you ache for more. His other hand reaches around behind you, pinching a nipple hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from your lips, as if daring you not to enjoy the sensations coursing through your body. "You're mine now," he whispers into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "you belong with us... So tell me..." He trails off for a moment before continuing, his voice husky and thick with desire: "...Isn't it time you switched sides?"
"Nghh~... F-FINE!!.. I'LL JOIN YOU... J-just stop it..."
The second the words were out of your mouth, you could feel him go impossibly harder, his free hand curling into a fist in your hair as he holds you still for his pleasure. "Good boy," he pants, still stroking you roughly, not giving an inch as he milks you until you're trembling with the effort to hold back. His body presses closer against yours now, their hardened lengths grinding together through your clothes as he takes what he wants and more from you in this twisted game of dominance and submission. "Now," he breathes hotly into your ear, his hips rocking faster, harder, "tell me... are you willing to fight for us?"
"Y-yes..." Defect swallowed again. The only thing that separated them was their clothes.
A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he felt the reluctant admission escape your lips. "Good," he purred, finally easing up on you slightly but not letting go completely. His other hand moved to stroke your cheek before tracing down the line of your jaw and neck. "I think you're going to be very valuable to us." Slipping a knee between yours, he forces them wider apart, effectively pinning you against the wall as he leans in close once more, his breath caressing your lips teasingly before brushing over them and claiming entrance into your mouth. "Now," he whispers roughly against your lips, "show me how grateful you are."
His tongue slips past his lips and into your mouth, tangling with yours as he kisses you roughly, desperately, taking what he wants and demanding more in return. One hand slides around to cup your ass, squeezing firmly before beginning to knead the flesh between his fingers. The other hand digs into your shoulder as he pulls you even closer, his arousal now pressing against your hip through your clothes, a throbbing reminder of what he can take and will continue to take until you belong to him completely.
Panting into your mouth, you clutch at his shoulders as he dominates the kiss. The feeling of being so thoroughly owned by him is intoxicating; it makes something deep inside you thrum with desire and submission. As he presses closer, your hard length ground against his thigh through your clothes, making a counterpoint to the other things he's taking from you tonight. You moan into the kiss, more than willing to give him whatever he wants... and so much more.
You pull back just enough to murmur against his lips, "I'm all yours." It's a promise, and you mean it with every fiber of your being. Before he can reply, you dive in again for another mind-blowing kiss, reveling in the taste of him on your tongue. Your hands slide up his back, pulling him closer still as you surrender to the moment and whatever comes next.
His hips move restlessly against yours now, as if even through your clothes he can feel how much you want him. The grip on your ass tightens, as if by sheer force of will he could drive his desire into you until it overflows. "God," he pants into the kiss, "I've wanted this for so long..." His fingers dig deeper into your skin, leaving marks that only serve to make him want more.
He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing hard against your jaw as he looks down at you. "It feels like forever since I had anyone like you... I need you to show me..." He trails off meaningfully, his hips grinding harder against yours in promise of what's to come.
It seems that Defect can no longer contain himself. He places his hand on Rebel's belt and unbuckles it.
His breath hitches as your strong hands undo his belt, revealing the hard length trapped within his trousers. He shifts slightly, grinding against you again in a groan of need. "That's it... show me how much you want this," he whispers roughly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as his other hand slides lower to touch and stroke your growing arousal through your pants.
With a growl, Rebel yanks down your pants and boxers in one swift motion, freeing you from the confines of your clothes at last. "Fuck," he breathes out, staring down at your cock, glistening with pre-cum. His fingers curl around it roughly, stroking you with expertise born of desire and dominance. "I've missed this..." He leans in close once more, trailing his lips along the line of your jaw as he speaks directly against your ear. "You're mine now... so show me how good it feels."
With shaking hands, you reach down and begin to stroke him through his uniform as he continues to pump your cock in time with each shallow breath you take. The feel of his skin beneath your fingers is enough to drive you wild, and the knowledge that he's all yours for now... it's too much. "Fuck," you moan, arching your back into his touch as you lose yourself in the pleasure he's giving you.
His other hand moves up to cup your face, thumb tracing over the line of your jaw. His grip is firm but not rough, possessive but not threatening. "Look at me," he murmurs, lips curling into a wicked smile as he watches your eyes flutter closed in pleasure. "I want you to look at me when I-"
He cuts himself off with a harsh groan, his hand sliding up your chest and wrapping around the back of your head as he holds you still for his release. His hips buck violently against yours, grinding out a rough, guttural moan as he comes, filling your mouth with his seed and claiming you completely in that moment.