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.

"Let him approach." He snarled as he pounded into the servant underneath him, making his hips snap back and forth, demanding pleasure from all possible angles. Brutus wanted to feel satiated. Wanted to forget everything but this sensation of pleasure surging through his body. The thought of having another male at his disposal only excited him more. "Then you can leave."

Brutus glanced briefly over at the new servant before returning his attention back to the one he was currently dominating, his face a mask of lust and determination.

"You're dismissed." The voice came out harsher than intended, and he glanced away momentarily before looking back at the departing servant with a scowl. But... that didn't matter. It was irrelevant whether or not the little mage felt hurt by his words. What did matter was getting what he needed to focus on: strategy and battle plans.

Brutus sat up, finally pulling out of the pleasure servant and tossing him aside. He looked at the new boy eagerly waiting for attention, and grinned hungrily as a shiver ran down his spine. "Come here," he growled. "I have other... needs." His hand reached down, giving the servant's cock a rough squeeze before guiding him closer to the bed.

Brutus snorted derisively as he walked into the kitchen naked and unapologetic, his large frame taking up most of the room with only the lightest grace. "Put something on, you say?" He drawled slowly as he moved to one of the cabinets, opening it and retrieving a cloth. With quick but practiced motions, he began drying his hands on it before turning back to the mage. "What makes you think I should bother covering this magnificent body up for someone like you?"

Brutus waved the cloth lazily in Levi's general direction as he sneered contemptuously. The captain was enjoying this game of power play, despite himself. It felt good to be in control, even if only momentarily. "Or perhaps I should make you earn the privilege of seeing me naked," he mused idly, stepping closer to Levi.

"Oh? And you think they don't fear me too?" Brutus said mockingly, taking another step closer. "Don't you know who I am? What I can do to them?" His gaze flickered up and down the smaller male, a cruel smile curling on his lips. "I could break you like a toy, little mage," he whispered, voice low enough to send a shiver down Levi's spine. "I could hurt you so badly that nobody would ever want you again."

Leaning in even closer, Brutus paused for dramatic effect before adding in an almost growl, "But I don't have to." He drew back slowly, watching the tension ease out of Levi's posture with a small amount of satisfaction. "Perhaps... perhaps you could prove your worth, hm?"

Brutus arched one eyebrow,

"Oh, really?" He raised an eyebrow as he watched the little mage's reaction. There was no respect in his gaze, only amusement at Levi's pathetic attempt to assert dominance. "And what makes you think that a mere wooden staff will do anything against me? I could break it like a twig with my bare hands."

Brutus crossed his arms over his chest, still naked and unapologetic. His gaze drifted downward briefly, studying the mage before looking back up at him once more. "Why don't you put that thing away and try reasoning with me instead? I promise not to hurt you if you play nice." The last part came out as a low growl, almost threatening.

Levi looked conflicted for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth between the staff in his hands and Brutus's naked body

"And what makes you think that I want a whore or a toy?" Brutus said contemptuously, taking another step closer to the mage, his hands dropping back to his sides, the movement almost predatory. "You're so small and weak," he mocked, looking Levi up and down with distaste. "Why would I want anything to do with you?"

His gaze drifted back down to where their bodies were inches apart, the tip of Brutus's erection brushing against Levi's leg. Even now, he could feel his body responding to the proximity, aching for more contact. But it wasn't just lust driving him; there was something else as well... something darker and far more possessive. He didn't quite understand what that feeling was, but he knew it made him want to dominate this mage even more.

"Is that so?" Brutus chuckled darkly as he let the other male retreat a step. "Then perhaps I can persuade you otherwise." Without further warning, he lunged forward, wrapping his hands around Levi's throat and pinning him against the wall, cutting off all air. His erection throbbed painfully, demanding satisfaction even as he strangled the life out of the mage in front of him. "Maybe," he whispered hoarsely into Levi's ear, "I could show you just how wrong you are about that."

The sight of his own blood made the captains grip on Levi's throat slacken, and the younger male instantly gasped for air, coughing violently as he sucked in great mouthfuls of precious oxygen. "You..." Brutus snarled through clenched teeth, shoving Levi roughly away from him and stepping back, nursing his bleeding arm with one hand. His chest heaved up and down angrily as he struggled for control. "I could kill you right now," he growled, pointing a bloody finger at the trembling mage.

But despite his words, there was something in his gaze that wasn't quite deadly enough. There was... interest? Amusement? It was almost as if the brutal act had somehow aroused him further, made him want to see what else Levi would do to provoke a reaction.

"Heal this?" Brutus snorted derisively as the mage fussed over his arm, tears streaming down his face. "I'm fine, little mage." He made no move to help Levi with his healing spell, although a part of him was impressed by the display of power from someone who had always seemed so weak and helpless to him. Perhaps... perhaps there was something to be gained from keeping this creature around after all. Something beyond mere strategy or battle plans. A thought crossed Brutus's mind unbidden, sending a shiver down his spine: what if he could tame the mage? Break him, then bend him to his will? The idea sent a thrill coursing through his body, and he couldn't help but wonder how far he might be able to push things...

With a small growl, Brutus reluctantly wrapped his free arm around the smaller male in a tight embrace. It wasn't entirely comfortable; something about being this close to someone so weak and fragile grated on his nerves. But at the same time, there was something oddly satisfying about it as well... something that made him want to do more than just push Levi away.

"Fine," he grunted, not meeting the other's eyes as they stayed locked together. "I accept your apology." His other hand remained at his side, flexing impatiently with every shallow breath. There was still the matter of their original disagreement... but now that things had progressed to this point, he wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject without losing whatever ground they had gained here.

His eyes darted around the room, seeking any distraction from the intensifying tension

The captains heart raced as the smaller male hugged him again; a strange mix of desire and revulsion coursing through his veins. It was almost like being held by one of his pleasure servants, only... different. More intense. "I understand," he managed to say quietly, resting one hand lightly on Levi's shoulder as the other balled into a fist at his side.

The tension eased slightly from his body, and he found himself relaxing into the embrace despite himself. He knew that this was wrong; they shouldn't be doing this... but he couldn't help but want more. It was as if something inside him had been awakened by their earlier altercation, and now it demanded satisfaction.

His gaze drifted downward, taking in the smaller male's body pressed against his own, enjoying the feel of smooth skin on rough and hard muscle.