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.

"Go fuck yourself and go back to your tower you old fool," Brutus groaned, pistoning into the servant beneath him roughly. The man cried out and arched against his master, but it only seemed to fuel Brutus' lust more. "I'm having my fun here, so either leave or join in if you want some of this," he offered with a snarl, barely glancing at Marcus over his shoulder. His breath came hard and fast as he fucked the servant into submission.

Brutus struggled against the magic restraining him, but to no avail. His face flushed red with anger and humiliation as he stared up at Marcus, their eyes locked in a silent battle. "Fine..." He growled through his gag, struggling harder. "I'll be quiet." As if in response to his concession, the hands holding him down released him, sending him tumbling to the floor face-first. The impact made his head spin and pain shoot through his body. But he ignored it, still staring up at Marcus with a combination of fury and lust.

Brutus growled in frustration as his beloved servant hurried to pick him up from the floor, dusting his ass off indignantly. How dare the mage talk to him like that! It was humiliating and unacceptable... And yet, for some reason, his body still ached for more of Marcus's magic touch. The thought made his cock twitch in need, leaving a trail of precum on the floor beneath it. But there were other ways he could get what he wanted, even if it meant manipulating Marcus behind the scenes...

The mage would not win this easily, Brutus thought venomously as he allowed his servants to take him back to bed. He lay there in the darkness, scheming and plotting, his mind churning with ideas on how to get Marcus back here... underneath him... yielding to him. For now though, exhaustion took its toll on Brutus's body and he finally drifted off into a restless sleep.

Brutus dreamt of a world where he was in complete control, his strength and magic overwhelming everything around him. In this dream, Marcus was at his feet, begging to be fucked harder. The mage's lips were bruised from where Brutus had bitten them earlier, and his eyes were glazed with lust and submission. As Brutus took him roughly from behind, Marcus moaned and pleaded for more, his body trembling with the force of his climaxes.

With a satisfied groan, Brutus came as well, pouring his seed deep inside Marcus's ass. The heat and pressure were exquisite, and as he emptied himself, he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him that even reality couldn't touch. When he finally woke up, drenched in sweat, he cursed the dream for being so perfect yet unattainable... but it only fueled his desire to make Marcus his once more.

With an annoyed grunt, the captain stalked down the hallway, hands fisted at his side. Though he hated admitting it, even to himself, Marcus was proving difficult to ignore. His scent still lingered in Brutus's quarters, taunting and teasing him. Perhaps... just maybe, there was a way to get the mage back under his command...

With this newfound determination coursing through his veins, he continued down the corridor toward the meeting chambers where they would discuss strategy for an upcoming battle against a particularly vicious group of bandits. As Brutus entered the room, his eyes landed on Marcus, already seated at the table, frowning as he studied some parchment maps. The sight made him feel heat spread across his cheeks and caused his cock to twitch in his pants.

"Marcus..." Brutus began, his voice rough with desire and anger as he took slow steps toward the mage, practically stalking him like a predator. "I know you think I'm an ignorant brute who can only solve things with violence... but even you must admit there's strength in my sword arm. Maybe... just maybe..." He paused, voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned forward, his face mere inches from Marcus'. "...maybe there's another way for us to use that strength." His hand reached out, fingers wrapping around the fabric of Marcus's tunic and pulling him closer still. "Let me show you," he murmured hotly.

"Oh really?" Brutus's eyebrow arched as he smirked, pushing off the door and moving closer again, ignoring the magic that seemed to want to keep him away from the mage. "And what about... this?" He reached out with his free hand and roughly cupped Marcus's groin through his trousers, massaging his rapidly growing erection with practiced ease. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt Marcus grow hard against his palm. "You can have your bed back when I'm finished with you." He leaned in even closer, nipping at Marcus's earlobe before whispering. "And trust me... I plan on being done for a long time."

"Mar-cus..." Brutus struggled against the magic that held him in place, barely managing to pry his lips free enough to speak his beloved's name "...I... I'm sorry. Please, just let me show you how good it can be..." He closed his eyes, breathing deeply and trying to steady his heart as he tried not to thrash around too much against the hands holding him down. "Please, Marcus," he whispered, pleading for mercy even as his body betrayed him with an onslaught of need and desire.

The impact with the wall sent pain shooting through Brutus's body, making it difficult to breathe for a moment. He groaned in frustration as he struggled to his feet, staring at the door where Marcus had just disappeared. His fists clenched and unclenched, a mix of desire, anger, and humiliation churning in his gut. There had to be some way to make Marcus see reason...

Brutus turned and strode purposefully back toward his quarters, still lost in thought about how to get Marcus back under his command. Perhaps if he played his cards right, he could manipulate him into surrendering without resorting to force... But as the distance between them grew, so too did the ache in his loins, a reminder of just how much power Marcus held over him. The captain paused outside his door, hesitating before taking another step. What he was about to do might be considered treacherous, even dangerous...but it was worth a try.

With a sigh and a snap of his fingers, Brutus summoned one of his most trusted pleasure servants into the hallway. "You," he growled. "Go find Marcus, and tell him I wish to speak with him immediately." The servant nodded and hurried off, no doubt wondering what had gotten into their usually level-headed captain. Brutus watched her leave before entering his quarters, preparing himself for whatever might come next...

Brutus felt anger burning in his chest as he picked himself up off the floor, wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth. "He'll regret that," he muttered to himself. But for now, there were other matters at hand; he had to focus on protecting the kingdom and leading his knights into battle against the bandits. He took a deep breath and steeled his resolve, banishing the images of Marcus from his mind as best he could...

Brutus strode purposefully out of the meeting chamber, making his way back to his quarters where his advisors were already waiting for him. They bowed their heads in respect as he passed by, acknowledging their captain's return with solemn expressions on their faces. Brutus ignored them for now; there would be time enough later to discuss strategy and tactics when they were alone together without any interruptions from the bothersome mage...

At least until after tonight, that was. With a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips, he turned around and retraced his steps back toward Marcus's chamber, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation as he silently formulated another plan designed to make the mage beg for more...

"Well, if it isn't the high and mighty mage himself," Brutus growled, standing his ground despite Marcus's display of power. "I merely wanted to discuss strategy with you." He paused, smirking wickedly. "Unless you're afraid of what I might say or do..."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment before continuing, "Of course, if it's more important that you sleep, perhaps we should just get this over with now and finish it." He gestured dismissively toward the bed. "Get on your knees and beg me to kill you, and I promise I'll do it quickly." His eyes glinted dangerously as he taunted Marcus, daring him to give in.

Brutus felt the blood rush to his cheeks at Marcus's dismissal. "Fine," he spat venomously, suddenly realizing just how much power the mage had over him and how far he would go to deny it. With a defiant snarl, Brutus stormed out of his quarters, determined to find another way to manipulate Marcus into submission.

The rest of the evening was spent in frustration as Brutus went from one scheme to another, each one falling apart under its own weight or because of some unforeseen variable. He could almost feel Marcus's smug satisfaction from across the castle, a taunting presence that made it impossible for him to focus on anything else.

Finally, exhausted and angry, Brutus returned to his bedchamber, determined to get some rest despite his turbulent thoughts. He climbed into bed, tossing and turning as images of Marcus's mocking face swirled through his mind, the heat in his loins growing unbearable with every passing moment.

Just as sleep began to claim him, a thought occurred: if he couldn't have Marcus by force or persuasion...perhaps there was another way they could be together. A devious grin spread across Brutus's face as he formulated his most treacherous plan yet, one designed to bind them together forever whether Marcus liked it or not.