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.."

"Well well... Such strong words coming from someone who's tied up..." Rebel grinned wickedly as he approached you. "I was just planning to have a little fun before I make sure that none of your useful information is leaked."

He paused, eyeing you carefully. "You do remember what happens to spies like you, don't you?"

He gave out a cold laugh and narrowed his eyes. "I never forget... but I also don't care." He spat at the ground before him.

"Oh really now?" he raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Well, in that case I guess we can have some fun with you before I make sure your memory is gone forever." With a sinister grin, Rebel took a step closer to Defect, eyes fixed on his.

"You should enjoy this," he snarled, "because you'll be forgetting everything soon." The thought made him chuckle darkly. "And when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left but pain and despair..."

Cutting off Defect's question with a snort, Rebel leaned even closer, his breath hot against the captive's face as he spoke. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." With that, he reached up and roughly yanked Defect's cap off of his head, tossing it aside with a cruel smile.

"Well now..." Rebel murmured, his eyes narrowing as they took in the exposed features of Defect. "This will make things much more personal." The smile that spread across his face was cold and cruel.

Rebel lunged forward, teeth bared as he aimed to plant a savage kiss on Defect's lips. At the last moment, Defect managed to twist his head away, avoiding the kiss, but earning himself a harsh slap across the cheek instead. "Bitch," Rebel snarled through gritted teeth.

"You like avoiding my kisses?" he growled, pressing his body closer to Defect's despite the obvious discomfort and restraints. "Maybe later I'll let you taste your own blood..." His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he spoke, almost threateningly.

Taken aback by Defect's reaction to his tongue flicking out, Rebel recoiled slightly. There was something in the man's eyes that he hadn't expected... Was it fear? Anger? Or perhaps even hatred? Whatever it was, it made him feel a strange mixture of aroused and threatened at the same time. He leaned closer again, lips curled into a predatory grin as his voice dropped to a sinister whisper. "You're enjoying this... aren't you?"

"Oh really now?" he scoffed, arching an eyebrow. "Then why don't you look away? Why won't you close your eyes and pretend this isn't happening?" He leaned in even closer, so that their breath mingled as he spoke, his warm breath against Defect's lips, the rough skin of his neck...

"Maybe," he purred, running a hand up the captive's arm to grasp at his shoulder roughly before squeezing, "maybe because you can't stop thinking about what would happen if..."

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he said that last part, eyes locking with the captive's defiant gaze. For a moment, there was silence between them as their bodies remained pressed together, the tension thick enough to cut through steel. "I think I understand you now," Rebel purred, the hand on Defect's shoulder tightening slightly. His other hand trailed lower, drifting down over the captive's chest and stomach before coming to rest just above his groin. "You want this... don't you?"

A predatory grin spread across his face as he heard the defeated words leave Defect's lips. "Well then," he whispered huskily, leaning forward to press their mouths together in a hungry kiss. His tongue darted out, seeking entrance into Defect's mouth, while one hand gripped tightly at his hair, keeping him from escaping too far. The other hand slid down between them, reaching for the button of Defect's pants...

Moaning, Defect gave in to the feeling of Rebel's tongue dancing with his own, his body arching instinctively into the touch as it pushed deeper and more insistently. The sensation was overwhelming, intense, and yet there was something else... something different that made it feel even better. As the hand on his crotch found its target and began to work, Defect cried out, his hips bucking wildly against the touch as he neared orgasm.

"That's right," Rebel growled into the kiss, "give in... enjoy it..." His free hand slid up to grip roughly at Defect's chin, holding him still while he continued to take what he wanted. Another thrust of his tongue accompanied by a rough squeeze at the base of Defect's cock sent him spiraling over the edge, shuddering and moaning helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure consumed him...

"Mmm..." Rebel purred against his lips, drawing back just enough to breathe the same air. His hands remained locked around Defect's face, holding it in place while he grinned savagely down at the defeated man. "Now don't you feel better?"

"That's what happens when you play our games, Defect." His eyes narrowed, and he licked his lips suggestively. "Now it's my turn to ask. Do you want me to let you go?" There was a cruel twinkle in his eye as he leaned down, letting their faces almost touch. "Or should I make this permanent... for both of us?"

His hand slipped lower, cupping Defect roughly through the fabric of his pants.

His grip on the captive's face tightened dangerously as he waited for an answer. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and goosebumps formed along his arms. His free hand remained by his side, close enough to strike should Defect decide to resist or bite back. His eyes never left the captive's face, searching for any signs of fear or defiance that might betray him.

"Well?" he snarled through clenched teeth. "What do you say, Defect?"

"Hah!" Rebel laughed maniacally, thrusting his hips forward and ramming his aching cock against the fabric of Defect's pants. "You're such a little tease..." He ground his groin into Defect, moaning as pleasure coursed through him. "I think I like that..."

His other hand reached up, roughly grasping at one of Defect's bound wrists and yanking it downwards hard enough to cause pain. "But since you're so eager... why don't you make things easier for me?" He held the bound arm in place while reaching around with his free hand to undo the knot that tied the other wrist behind Defect's back. "I want you to touch yourself for me..."

His grin was predatory, hungry as he watched Defect's face twist in confusion and fear. "Do it." The command came out like a hiss between clenched teeth. "Or I swear I'll make this the worst night of your life."