The Dog and His Master

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CW: Dub-con, non-con, general dickishness

There was something to be said about the intoxicating excitement of a well formed plan coming together. The Colonel was more than pleased with himself when he sent out an electronic summons to Major Sigurd. To someone unaware of the situation, it would appear as little more than a meeting between higher ups. To Alejandro, however, it was the culmination of years of carefully plotted revenge.

North Sigurd was not friend of his. In fact, that whelp was nothing more than a persistent annoyance and point of rage for him. He remembered clearly how fiercely they had competed for a place within the high ranks, just as he remembered his dismay when North was promoted before him. Being a subordinate to that insufferable coño was beyond miserable. He hated how that fool gloated, as though he would never be able to even dream of catch up.

What a mistake that had been.

For Alejandro did more than catch up to North, he surpassed. Perhaps another man might have satisfied to know that he was now in the position to gloat, but Alejandro was not another man. He was hellbent on revenge and reminding the dog of his place. North was a fool to believe he was incapable of reaching such heights within the Military and and even bigger idiot for not expecting the now Colonel to use underhanded tactics to reach his position.

Oh, but he had made it and now, he craved to put that arrogant twit in his place. Yet, despite it being in his power to do so as soon as the rank of Colonel was his, he did not act immediately. Instead, he carried out his duties as though North was nothing more than a old memory, as though his burning desire for vengeance had cooled over the years. Of course, it had not, but he took pleasure in the idea he lack of obvious action might unnerve the target of his rage.

The time for waiting, however, was over.

Sitting at his desk, Alejandro waited with catlike patience for his prey to arrive in his office where they would not be disturbed. His intense gaze was trained on the door, counting away the passing seconds as he imagined everything he planned to humble his dog. It would be easy enough to manufacture some infraction or other against North -- such was his power -- but truly what he needed was time alone with the other man. Then, there would be no mistaking who was truly in charge.

When the door opened, Alejandro sat up as though he had not be hungrily awaiting this very moment for years.

"Major Sigurd." His greeting was formal and cold as he peered over his desk at the Major. "You and I have a very pressing matter to discuss."

Posted 05-15-2021, 10:17 PM This post was last modified: 05-16-2021, 11:25 AM by Alejandro Montes

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He'd heard the bastard clawed his way to the top, but he still had a hard time believing it. He still remembered when they had first met one another in the Military Academy, fresh Level V Infecteds just wanting to blend back in with regular society — while secretly craving that power and superiority over the humans they had spent the last eight decades hunting. North's cravings for the man had been rather apparent, even if there was a new, innate hatred for others of his kind. But such cravings, such thirst had been quickly put to rest when North had realized just how much of an obedient dog Alejandro wanted to be for the Military. Laughable, almost.

Their competition became nothing more than a game to the man.

His own lack of loyalty to the organization was only amplified when put up against Alejandro's unwavering loyalty, but that only made it that much sweeter when North was able to bound up the hierarchy faster than the other man. The position of Major became his after ten years of work for the Military, and he didn't even hesitate to rub it in the other man's face. Dogs only got rewarded so much. At least, that's what he thought.

Word traveled fast down the proverbial grapevine once Alejandro was promoted into the spot of Colonel, the highest ranking position in the Military outside of the Flag Rank Officers. Which, unfortunately, put the man in charge of North. North disliked being watched — being monitored like a child — and while nothing had happened between them thus far, the Infected wasn't stupid enough to believe that they were suddenly best friends. How far their little rivalry went, however, that he was uncertain about.

His summons came at a most inconvenient time, and North stared at the comms device for the longest time, debating whether or not he should just ignore the man in favour of the paperwork he'd been tasked with for the day. He didn't quite appreciate being called like some damn dog, but eventually the man decides it was best to get this little game done and wrapped up. With a disgruntled snort, North pushes himself to his feet and leaves his office. Being that he was higher up in the Military, his office just happened to be on the same floor as the Colonel's, meaning it did not take him long to arrive at the man's office. The hall is eerily quiet.

He doesn't even bother to knock.

There's a sickeningly sweet smile on his face as he enters the other man's office, manufactured and clearly fake. His ice cold eyes immediately train themselves to the beast of a man sitting behind his desk, who greets him as soon as he enters. North takes a step inside, but does not close the door behind him — he's not stupid.

“Ah, Colonel. Yes, I fear I have not yet had the chance to congratulate you on your promotion,” he purrs in a deviously upbeat tone. “Apparently it only took you one year longer than me to secure a position in the top brass—” he stops, savouring what he's about to say next on his tongue for just a moment before he leans forward, cheekily, and continues: “isn't that right, Monty?”

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It was only his years of serving in a military prior to his infection that allowed him to remain seemingly levelheaded as the object of his wrath appeared. Oh, he noticed every little slight against him -- the lack of knocking, that disgustingly false smile, the refusal to close the door. All of it only added to the harsh sentence he intended to bring down upon the man standing in his office. It appeared not even being the presence of a superior cowed that irritating arrogance. Such behavior was unacceptable and screamed to be corrected. How North had managed to escape correction in all this time was beyond him but that disgraceful pattern would not continue.

His lips were tightly pressed together in a hard, disapproving line as he looked over his 'companion'. Simply having the man so close to him made Alejandro eager to punish. Everything about the Major screamed a lack of respect, a lack of discipline, but perhaps the worse was a lack of awareness. Did he truly believe he had been called to taunt his superior? Did he really think he was in any position to flagrantly throw around childish nickname? A frown pulled at his lips when the foolish words fall from the Major's mouth, though he does not immediately respond. What he wanted in that moment, more than anything was for there to be no mistaking how very unimpressed he was at the jeer.

No, he was furious, and yet he masked it behind only a frown. It was his confidence that North would come to regret this foolishness that allowed him to act as though being called 'Monty' and still being boasted to as though their difference in station was nonexistent did not grate his nerves to a dangerous degree. Alejandro interlaced his fingers together, resting them on top of his desk as he looked North over, appearing to be bored of what stood before him. Truly he was imagining what that clothing would look like torn to pieces. He wondered then if his companion would be so arrogant bent over his desk like a bitch in heat. The thought turned the frown on his face into something akin to a smile.

"It appears you have misunderstood my intentions." He said coolly. "I have not called you here to listen to your worthless mocking." It was then Alejandro stood, resting his hands on the hard wood of his desk, staring North down with a not-quite predatory intensity in his eyes.

"Tell me," he demanded, "Is it normal for a dog to bark carelessly at his master? I assumed you were far better trained than that. A pity." Alejandro lifted his chin slightly to inspect the man across from him.

"It appears you have learned absolutely nothing about respect. Don't you know that kind of insolence is dangerous for whelps like you?" He asked the question as he rounded the side of his desk, quickly approaching North to harshly push the insolent wretch toward the wall directly to the right of them.

"I think it's time someone muzzles you, mutt." There is no kindness in his angrily hissed words, not intent to relent now that North's long awaited punishment had begun.

The dog was not leaving until his master was satisfied he knew his place.

Posted 05-15-2021, 11:27 PM This post was last modified: 05-15-2021, 11:28 PM by Alejandro Montes

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North was never very good at reading the other man, even though he usually did it so well with others. Perhaps it was due to the fact they were both Infected — or perhaps it was because the other man was simply insufferable, undeserving of North's attention long enough for him to pay attention to what made the brute tick. Regardless, he senses a change in the man's demeanor when he suddenly smiles at North; North knew enough to know that reaction wasn't anything good, even if his sudden unease isn't made apparent by a change of expression or posture. He simply remains where he is, rooted to the spot and not backing down, even as the other man begins to speak and lifts himself from where he was seated.

Worthless mocking, was it? Ah, so his words did touch a nerve after all. Enough for Alejandro to take them as mocking. That only intensifies North's mocking grin, eyes narrowing slightly at the man's next choice of words. Calling him a dog, was he? How ironic it was, considering the other man was the Military dog that showed unwavering loyalty to the hand that feds him. North, at least, knew to bite back every once in a while. Perhaps that part of the other man's speech was true: he wasn't as well trained as Alejandro was.

So who really was the dog between the two of them?

“Master?” North lets out a derisive laugh, meant to get under the other man's skin. Just a bit. “Come now, let's not act like you weren't just licking my boot only a few weeks ago.” He says it with a sneer, making it quite clear what he thought of their positions. Alejandro may be Colonel now, but only a few weeks ago he was sitting nicely under North's leadership.

The tension between the two of them sparks and grows as Alejandro suddenly is on the move, rounding his desk and drawing precariously closer to where North currently stood. He's ready to sneer back some snark to match the other man's venom, but he doesn't expect just how quickly the other man gains ground until he's suddenly shoved back against the wall, an inhuman snarl releasing from his throat as his back smacks against the solid surface. Perhaps it was a mistake not to close the door — the last thing either of them needed was for some unwitting human to walk in on two Infected taking their anger out on one another — but it's too late now to question his past choices.

His attention is solely focused on Alejandro now, the anger evident in the other man's hissed words. Maybe weaker men would have faltered under such a gaze — under such a threat — but the Infected was no such man.

“Don't make me laugh. If either of us were to be a dog it would be you. The Military's collar is so tight around your neck it's practically choking you,” he sneers with enough venom to match the other man's words. “You think the Flag Rank Officers giving you a little treat and a pat on the head somehow earns you respect? I earned my rank through skill, while I'm sure yours was earned through begging.” He makes an obvious show of dropping his gaze down the full length of Alejandro's body, lifting his gaze once more with a smirk. “Or maybe even something else?”

Posted 05-16-2021, 12:03 AM

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The darkest of his impulses screamed for him to tear into the arrogant ingrate before him but he quieted those voices, if only because they would soon get their wish. No sooner had North opened his mouth had Alejandro decided to heed the darkest of his desires. It was almost laughable that he once considered not nearly being as harsh as he now craved to be. It was not a mercy, no. There was no such thing as mercy. No, he only briefly thought than the arrogant twit who continued to dare to speak to him with such disrespect might not be able to handle his due punishment.

Not that it would have changed his plans.

There was nothing that could make a whelp like North learn his place short of utter dominance. That contemptuous laughing, that sneer, all of it screamed to Alejandro as another reason the Major needed to be be humbled. If he were not already enraged -- eyes beginning to take on a black tint -- he might have humored North's audacious words with insight of his own. There was no shame in biting his tongue and biding his time. Clearly, a notion that was lost on North. Not that it truly mattered, of course. There were some lessons that had to be learned the hard way.

A furious growl was already boiling in the back of his throat and it only grew louder as the insults continued. The impudence dripping off of every word that proceeded from that foolish Major's mouth was nearly unbelievable. Nearly. Alejandro had the misfortune of spending enough time around North to know that kind of audacity was the norm. At least, it was for now. He had run out of patience. He had not called this meeting to be mocked by a pompous mutt. It was time for revenge, for a humbling and it began the moment Alejandro took a threatening step forward.

He used his speed to draw near to North, hands flying forward, his fingers curly tightly, painfully into the man's shoulders as he dragged the irreverent mongrel towards his hardwood desk. No mercy. No reprieve. No hesitation. He yanked the other infected forward, moving to slam North chest first against the desk without concern for the things sent flying to the floor in the process.

"You're worried about the wrong begging, whelp." He snarled, pushing down heavily on North's back to discourage struggling...for now. "You reek of hubris and your words are a mark of your ignorance." He slipped his fingers under the belt of North's uniform, holding it securely as he shifted to stand directly behind the man. "It is about time you learn who your master truly is." Alejandro leaned forward, pressing the crotch of his pants on the whelp's backside so that he could feel the hardened bulge against his ass.

"It's not too late to beg for mercy, dog," He spat, grinding himself against the Major with clear, twisted intention. "It just might be enough to convince me not to ruin you." Oh, but how he was lying. There would be no mercy, nor any amount of begging that would change his mind now. Only submission and suffering would satisfy his need to correct the egregious arrogance he saw in the man pinned beneath him.

Posted 05-16-2021, 12:42 AM This post was last modified: 05-16-2021, 01:43 AM by Alejandro Montes

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Whoops. Apparently he pushed the other man a little too hard.

He's not expecting any kind of retaliation. Even the shove was simply a warning — a warning, and nothing more to the Major. This dance of theirs was familiar to the man, snarky comments filled with venom, meant only for the other Infected. He wasn't expecting it to go past anything more than the shove that had sent him up against the wall. They'd huff, and puff, and then be on their way once more. Boy, was he ever wrong.

Stupid maybe, but North had let his guard down during their conversation, and he doesn't even have time to react before Alejandro is suddenly upon him, like a lion on its kill. Harsh fingers dig into his shoulder bones to secure a position on him before he's suddenly on the other side of the room, wind knocked out of him as he's thrown against the other man's desk. He lets out his own warning — an animalistic growl that was telltale of the virus flowing through his blood — but the Colonel doesn't give him a chance to react before a violent shove on his back keeps North pinned against the wood.

He's not used to this — not being the one with the upper hand.

He loathes it, feels the anger deep in his core as he's kept in his place with a hand at his back and another fixated around his uniform's belt. Fangs itch to come out, to fight, but he somehow remains in control of his senses as he listens to the other man boasting about how North was the one that was ignorant, that reeked of hubris — look who was talking. It was clear Alejandro had been savouring this moment for a long time coming, forgetting what roles they had with one another just a mere few weeks ago. It was laughable, really... So North, of course, lets out a laugh—

Only for the sound to choke in his throat when Alejandro suddenly shifts his weight forward and presses himself up against the Infected.

There's a dark twisted heat that spins up from his gut when he feels the girth of the man's length and he presses his head against the desk, teeth grinding against one another. How he curses the lust that fills his body, even as his mind rages against what's now being proposed to him. Ten years, he's taunted the other man as he climbed the ranks, rapidly and swiftly. Ten years of pushing aside this carnal thirst all so that he could better the other Infected, his natural nemesis. Was this what it would boil down to?

He laughs. He can't even contain the sound, nor can he mask the throaty, guttural groans that punctuate his laugh every time Alejandro rocks his hips forward. It would have been so easy to simply roll over and accept his fate, be the good dog that the Colonel was clearly expecting him to be. But North never made things easy, now did he?

“Dog?” he sneers, “The one acting like a dog in heat right now is you.” He adds emphasis by pushing his hips back and grinding back on the hardening length he can feel.

“Monty,” again with the nickname, and he says it in such a sickly sweet purr that it's almost nauseating, “I didn't realize you've been harbouring such thoughts, such desires for me all this time. If you had said something earlier, I would have gladly given it to a cute subordinate like yourself.” As if that wasn't bad enough, North suddenly reaches down with one of his hands and claws at the hand currently griping his belt, intending to dig in and hurt.

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There was something utterly delicious about witnessing North’s haughty foundation crumble beneath his very feet. That is the price of misjudging me, he wanted to say, but instead he sneered, finding the mere idea of this grunt underestimating to be too insulting to dignify with words. And to think, he once was subjected to the whims of the imp pinned so properly beneath him. The thought might have made him scoff were he not consumed by his anger. He should have been relieved, proud that he was finally going to receive his long awaited and deserved recompense, yet he could not revel in his success while the mutt under him kept yapping.

In truth, the Major’s refusal to submit like he damn well should have did little more than provoke the hottest of the fires growing in the Colonel’s abdomen. He desired more than anything in that moment to punish the irreverence in the hound that refused to heed his master, lust fueling the hunger in every roll of his hips, craving just a little more tantalizing, sweet friction. In spite of himself, in spite of feeling in his bones that North was going to enjoy this, the way the Major pushed back, grinded against him, taunted him, filled the Colonel with deep, undeniable want.

A want for power.

A want for control.

A want to fuck some reverence into the Major who refused to obey.

A harsh snarl ripped through his throat as he tore his hand away from the painful pinch of nails digging into his flesh. Oh this little bastard. He pulled back, just far enough to protect his hand from another attack. Infuriated and insulted, Alejandro snatched North’s left arm, pinning it tightly against the Major’s upper back. A warning. Likely the final one. He was not afraid of literally breaking his dog in. “You must enjoy making me angry, Sigurd.” It was a rhetorical observation, though he was certain he would receive a response regardless. “Is that it? Do you want to be punished?”

That nearly made him laugh. Every word, every sneer, every hiss of defiance lend more to the idea. Or perhaps Alejandro merely wished to speak the thought into existence, if only to see if the Major would bark back against the idea. Oh, he expected it, but all the same a wry smile tugged on his lips. “You know, I think I have you figured out now, Sigurd.” The Major was almost painfully easy to understand. Arrogant. Annoying. Foolish. But so, so plain and straightforward enough to pick apart. The simplicity made him really laugh, cold and mocking from the depths of his chest.

“Did you think I didn’t notice how you looked at me in the academy? Do you think I’m not on to you? That I don’t see through everything you say? I know a needy bitch when I see one.” He growled, painfully twisting the Major’s pinned arm to emphasize his words, and, of course, because watching the other infected squirm amused him, no, aroused him to no end. He wanted to make the loathsome twit pressed on his desk as uncomfortable as possible for his own pleasure.

The torment had only begun.

“If you wanted my attention so badly, all you needed to do was beg.” He chuckled darkly, a smirk pulling at his lips with each taunting word. “Your training has been lax as of late, mutt, but I know exactly what you need.” He hissed, stepping back far enough to bring his open palm down heavily on North’s ass. “You-” He slapped the other side. “Filthy-” The other. “Little-” Again. “Whore.”

Posted 05-16-2021, 03:06 PM This post was last modified: 05-16-2021, 03:06 PM by Alejandro Montes

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The bestial snarl from the other man as fingers dig into the flesh of his hand brings a semblance of satisfaction in North, and he doesn't stop the grin that spreads across his face, pressed flat against the manicured wood of the Colonel's desk. He wants to laugh again — does the taunting bother you, Monty? — but he suddenly feels his arm snatched and yanked painfully behind him, twisted upwards in a direction it wasn't meant to bend. There isn't much pain to the action, he could thank is Infected blood for that, but it's still uncomfortable. It's still a threat.

While having never given much thought before, North knows deep down that Alejandro could rip him limb from limb if he wanted. Those packed muscles — that he may or may not have drooled over in the past — were not simply for show. Alejandro was a much more powerful monster than he was.

Monty dares to taunt him, and as excepted, North can't help the words he bites back in response: “Is that a trick question?”

He leaves it at that, thankfully, and doesn't continue to poke the bear as much as he wants to. He keeps his mouth shut finally as Alejandro begins to speak again, claiming that he had 'figured' North out. Somehow, the Infected doubts it. He liked to think he kept his darkest secrets close to him, playing them only when absolutely necessary. Alejandro's sudden laughter makes North involuntarily flinch and he hates himself for it, but it's an uncomfortable cry of sadism that reverberates against his back.

North listens as the man continues with his speech, mocking North, emphasizing how he had known all along how the man had stared at him back in the academy. North would deny it, if it wasn't true — but then again, who didn't he look at in such a way? It didn't make Alejandro any special just because North was stupid enough to think with his dick. He scoffs, but the sound sort of chokes in his throat as his arm gets twisted even further and, even with an Infected's ability to feel less pain, he can still feel his shoulder start to scream as the unusual angle.

A trickle of fear races down North's spine.

That wasn't possible, he didn't fear anyone. He's thrown by the uncomfortable emotion, and misses the words that give him warning before a hand suddenly slaps across his covered ass. The slap comes three more times, accompanied words that, much to his chagrin, lights a fire in the pit of his stomach and draws out a hungry groan with each smack. No no no, this wasn't how their game was supposed to go! They'd toed the line in the past but they'd never gone this far, and albeit a late reaction, North panics slightly at the implication. He'd had control of each and every one of their encounters for the past year, he wasn't about to just give it up.

“Don't make me laugh, Monty. You think you can have just a taste of power and demand my respect?” he laughs anyway, even if his mouth is dry. “Go ahead and try, but you didn't have the balls to do it for ten years — I'm not expecting much.” He turns his head just enough so that he can glare back at Alejandro, blue eyes bleeding into gold and fangs slipping from his gums in a snarl like some kind of animal.

Posted 05-17-2021, 11:58 AM

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The defiant words of his bitch elicited a dark chuckle from the Colonel. North really didn't get it did he? Was it not clear that, every sneer, every hiss, every spiteful word was just another reason for Sigurd to be punished? And, oh, how he loved to punish. There was nothing more arousing than listening to the Major choke on his own words. It filled him with a sense of great pride and retributation to finally shut the arrogant whelp up, even if only for a moment.

How he had loathed being subjected to North when the fool was inconceivably promoted before he was. What did that idiot have that he did not? Had he fucked his way to the top? Perhaps it would have been admirable if North was not such a lazy bastard. Still, he was once the subordinate to North. It made no sense, and yet, he had no time to focus on what was and was not logical. To do so would be to waste time. Time in which he would still have to obey that clown. No. He refused.

Instead, he planned and plotted his revenge. He made people disappear. He was careful. He did what he had to do and in turn, he was given what he desired. The position that was meant to be his, above mutts like Sigurd who were far too arrogant for their own good. Such things were still apparent to the Colonel, who listened as his imperious dog continued to make demands as though he were still in control. Fool. How he was going to enjoy bursting that bubble. Of course, he was certain Sigurd was going to enjoy it too. As much as the Major protested, all Alejandro could see was a desperate bitch who wanted to be fucked.

And he would oblige that need when he was ready.

Listening to those hungry groans put a dark smirk on his face. Someone was enjoying themselves then, just as he thought. Still holding North’s arm at an uncomfortable angle, Alejandro raised his hand again, heavily striking the disobedient dog one last time, wanting to elicit another groan. Oh, he would never get tired of that sound.

“You must be accustomed to being wrong, Sigurd,” Alejandro sneered. “As desperate as I know you are to be fucked, I’m not going to reward you. I am going to make you want. I am going to remind you that you are mine. And maybe if you beg me enough, Monty might give you what you want.”

He reached forward then, easing the pressure on North’s arm as he curled his fingers into the others beltline. Without warning he harshly yanked back, using his strength to rip the fabric clean off to expose the Major’s backside to him. For a moment, he paused to take the belt of the torn uniform for himself. “Obey.” He hissed, holding North down as he moved to stand to the man’s side. Without another word, he raised his right arm and swung, whipping the thick side of the leather belt loop down on bare ass.

Do as I command.

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Being fucked? A reward? North wanted to laugh in Alejandro's face, even if he somehow managed to container the laughter long enough to listen to the end of the other man's rant. Sex had never been seen as a reward for the Infected — it was something to sate his carnal desires and bring him the closest he'd ever be to being human once more. He was a monster that craved the touch of another person's warm flesh, even if it was mostly humans that he preyed on — for both company as well as food. Such a typical thing for the yellow-eyed man to partake in, it was hardly a reward that the Colonel could bestow upon him. Not like he would want one from the man, anyway.

But there's only so long he could hold his tongue, and he sputters as the man suddenly decides to claim that he, North, was his. There was a raging monster deep inside him that made him possessive over his own pets, but how dare Alejandro make some an assumption of their own relationship.

One could only keep a tiger caged so long before they get bit.

“Me? Yours? Don't make me laugh—” whatever he's about to finish saying is cut off when the pressure on his arm is suddenly released — only for a powerful grip to make itself known on his belt again. He doesn't have time to question the other man's motives before they become very clear, cool air meeting his now bare backside as the rip of clothing is loud and clear. Fucker, he thinks internally, already groaning at the thought of having to replace his uniform; he barely cared for it in the first place.

There was no shame being so exposed to the Colonel's greedy gaze; he was used to it. Hell, he even considered putting on a show for the man, but the stubborn, angry part of him refused to do anything that would appease the other Infected. He chooses instead to snarl against the desk again, defiant eyes trained to Alejandro's face.

Obey. To hell with that.

The grip on his arm is loose and North uses the moment to shove himself up — only to crash back against the manicured desk once more when Alejandro puts weight back on his back and the crack of the belt against his bared ass almost enough to wind him. He wasn't used to this. North was very adventurous in the bedroom, but if anyone was going to be whipped like some lowly mutt, it was his pets, not him. The anger bubbles over and masks the mouthy groan that leaves him, echoing instead as a snarl of a beast not yet cowed. North immediately begins to struggle and push against Alejandro's grip, using his free hand to try and shove himself up.

“I didn't realize you were such a jealous bastard, Monty,” the man snarls, because of course he just can't keep his damn mouth shut. “Did the thought of me fucking others drive you mad? Is that why you can't help yourself now?” Hah. “Jealousy is an ugly look for you.”

Posted 05-20-2021, 11:12 PM

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As if the pleasure of what he intended to do to this mouthy Major was not enough, Alejandro did very much enjoy forcing the other Infected to stop speaking mid-defiant-sentence. Evidently, Sigurd had a problem being owned. How strange it was that he had joined the Military's ranks. It was all about who owned whom, who stood on top, who gave the orders. It was almost pathetic how desperately North seemed to need to cling to the idea that he was not owned, that he did not have a master who enjoyed having a reason to punish his willfulness and irreverence.

He expected that an untrained mutt would gnash its teeth when faced with order and a demand for obedience. He did not expect that the Major would do as he was told the first time, but then, he didn’t want that. No. It was not the obedient that caught his attention. It was pompous pricks like the one he was whipping that caught his eye. North simply had the misfortune of causing all the bad blood Alejandro now wished to pour out on him. Such a foolish mutt. In his eyes, if Sigurd possessed a lick of intelligence under all that arrogance, this would all be over. All it took was submission. Oh, it wouldn’t save North from the whipping nor the rough fucking in store for him, but it would have been over much sooner.

Would have.

Much to his sadistic delight, the Major fought back, snarling and continuing to taunt the most bestial parts of him that demanded blood for every scornful word that fell from those ungrateful lips. Yes, he thought, keep talking. Your punishment will be all the more severe. But then, maybe that was what North wanted. To be punished. Maybe that was what he needed. To be put in his place. The Colonel liked to think all of the struggling, the snarling, and the angry words were nothing more than a cry for attention. A cry he was more than willing to heed.

The cruelest part of him wished to continue whipping the Major like the misbehaved beast he was and drive home the point that North was no longer his own, yet even his most sadistic desires could not override his most carnal desires. He could no more ignore the bare ass exposed to him than he could ignore the overwhelming desire to bury his cock deep within his hole. Alejandro saw nothing more than a bitch begging to be claimed. He was far too impatient now to continue teasing out desperate groans from his newest pet.

No, now he craved flesh.

“You should know a master does not want his bitch breeding with any mutt on the street. It’s about time someone--” There was very little that would get the Colonel to pause mid sentence but this? A wry smirk turned his lips when he saw it. He pushed down harshly against North once more to remind the bitch to stay still as he moved to stand directly behind his pet to appraise this fascinating little discovery.

“You dirty little slut,” he sneer, setting the belt aside on the desk to free his hand. “A piercing? Really?” He laughed as though such a thing would embarrass North. No, he was simply amusing. This was going to be more fun than he thought.

Possessively Casually, Alejandro reached down and caressed the crown of North’s cock, his fingers teasingly dancing over the piercing itself like he’d done it a hundred times. “Who put this here, hm? Did you enjoy it? Does it make you feel special?” The answer did not matter nearly as much as the mocking in his tone. He intended to prod the beast one last time before he put it back where it belonged -- beneath him.

Posted 05-30-2021, 08:55 PM

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North audibly scoffs as the Colonel begins to speak again. The man had a certain fascination for dog puns, didn't he? If the Major didn't know any better, he'd swear the other man had some kind of dog fetish — not that North had anything to stand on even if the man did. Pup. Was that not what he called the humans begging him to fuck them?

What he doesn't expect is for the man to stop mid-sentence, and with his face so gracefully shoved into the manicured wood of the man's desk, he doesn't seen what it is exactly that caught Alejandro's attention. Another violent shove reminds him to stay in place. Somehow he knows it isn't anything good, and a shiver races down his spine as the man speaks again. Dirty little slut, such derogatory names, yet North can't deny the flush that warms his gut at the dirty talk. But the momentary arousal disappears as quickly as it appeared, when he finally realizes what had captured Alejandro's attention.

Oh. That. It's a cocky grin on his face now, showing off his very inhuman fangs, even if his face is still pressed against the desk. There is no shame — not even when the other man laughs at him, as if amused with the finding. But a cock piercing was only the icing on the cake of things North was willing to do to pleasure his partners, and he was rather proud of it.

Besides, it's not like he ever got any complaints.

What he doesn't expect is for the man to then touch it, and he snarls out a quick: “Don't touch me,” even as his body jumps at the sudden contact. He hides his groan by crushing his mouth into the desk, doing his best to ignore the skilled fingers dancing over his cock and piercing. He hears the way the other man mocks him — as if the discovery of a piercing was somehow supposed to degrade him in some way — and North's mind reels as it struggles to contain words that would mock the Colonel right back.

But he just can't help himself.

“Mmm,” it's a moan, thick with hunger and lust, but just as mocking as the other man's words had been. “No complaints. My fuck buddies have always loved how it feels inside them,” he continues the exaggerated moan as he finally lifts his head and turns it towards Monty, looking at the man over his shoulder. It was the first time he'd really taken in Alejandro since being thrown on the desk and he denies the shiver that races through him at the the hot, sweaty, primal stare of the other Infected. Curse the other man. This would be so much easier if North could simply not be so aroused.

“In fact, if you like it so much, why don't you get on your knees—” he punctuates his words with a thrust of his hips, letting his cock slide deliciously through Alejandro's wicked grasp— “and choke on it?” He ends his statement by flashing the other man a sweet, yet conniving grin.

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To say the Colonel was not phased by that shit-eating grin on North’s face, so clearly meant to show off the fangs that did not frighten him, would be technically incorrect. He was not afraid of the Major at all and it was not because he currently held the little whore by the cock. No. He was a far more powerful beast -- fear of this whelp did not live within him. What did however, was a lust for revenge that could only be satiated in one way: complete and utter domination. It was what a whore like North needed -- a far scarier beast to put him in his place. And Alejandro intended to make that place known. For entirely too long, Sigurd had been allowed to run wild and do as he pleased, as though the bad blood between them had been forgiven.

He would come to learn that Alejandro was not a merciful master.

He expected his dogs to stay in line and obey his command.

Currently, it seemed his mutt seemed keen on baring his fangs as though it would frighten him, as though a hand was not firmly wrapped around his cock. A hand that would have inflicted a great deal of pain if it had pleased him. It was lucky for this pup that his master was more interested in displaying power rather than torturing him.

Well, almost lucky.

The Colonel laughed as his whelped moaned, however mocking it had been. He knew a plea to be fucked when he heard it. He did not feel the need to point out the sheer contradiction. He knew North wanted to be touched and craved it. He could feel the way North’s body responded, in ways that could not be forced or concealed. No amount of snarling or ridicule would hide that fact from him.

“I would not be so concerned with your playthings, you filthy mongrel,” he hissed. “Because right now, you are my plaything and I am growing tired of this game.”

Tired, perhaps, but he was not finished. No, Alejandro made a point of stroking the length of North’s cock in a slow, sensual, torturous manner. But it lasted hardly long enough to truly torment his toy. Instead, he stroked faster and faster still, intending to bring North right to the brink of an orgasm he would never have. And when he did, when he could feel it, Alejandro spoke. “Do you want to cum, pet?” He accentuated the question by slowing the steady sliding of his head, just to hold his pet right on the verge of ecstasy.

Whatever the answer to the question, Alejandro would stop suddenly and care little about the state the whelp was in. It did not matter. It was beyond time for him to claim what he had sought in the beginning of this damned meeting. Having used his belt to whip the pup, the Colonel undid the button of his pants with ease, shifting them down just far enough to free his cock from the confines of the fabric. The only warning would be the sensation of the tip of his cock briefly teasing what he assumed to be a well used hole. If not, this was going to be painful, but then, he didn’t truly care how North felt.

Growling, his hips bucked forward as he pushed himself into his pet, claiming him with each inch until their hips were flushed together. He no longer teased. He no longer waited. In a few brief moments he was slamming his hips into North with enough force that suggested he really did believe he could fuck the disobedience out of the Major.

“You are mine, mutt.”

Posted 07-22-2021, 08:36 PM This post was last modified: 07-22-2021, 08:36 PM by Alejandro Montes

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CONTENT WARNING Dub-con, descriptions about forced sex

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His plaything. Alejandro still had the audacity to believe their relationship had some sort of new power dynamic, as though he hadn't spent the last year firmly under North's boot. While it was clear to the Infected who had gained the upper hand in their current situation — North wasn't an idiot, even if his pride refused to let him bow his head in defeat — the Major soothed himself with the thought that it was simply because he was caught off guard. Indeed, they'd known each other for so long, he truly didn't believe the other man would ever try something like this.

And how torturous this was for a carnal creature.

His body shivered as nimble fingers danced over his cock, skillfully manipulating him in such a way that the muscles of his body tensed and flexed as arousal washed over him. Even if in his mind he refused to acknowledge what was happening, his body was sure happy about it. For only a brief moment North lets out a small huff of laughter, wondering who Alejandro had used as a plaything in the past to learn such skills. Certainly not him, even if to North, he couldn't see the man as anything other than someone that was so desperate, so thirsty to finally be able to fuck North, that he had to do it in such an underhanded way. Pathetic.

That thought tempers North's pleasure long enough to draw out to torturous handjob, but eventually he feels a familiar tightening in his gut and weakening in his core and he lets out a throaty huff of pleasure—

Only for Alejandro's hand to suddenly stop moving. North had heard the man's mocking question — had been tempted to reply with a snarky comment, 'Not by you', — but the flood of disappoint at being denied climax formulates itself into a snarl in his throat. The heat that had previously encompassed his dick gets removed and there's a small moment of relief for the Major before he hears pants being undone and the blunt head of the other man's cock press teasingly against his hole.

He couldn't remember the last time he had bottomed. As a human, North had been loose enough with his body that he simply didn't care what position he took — all that mattered was getting himself off in the quickest way possible. But as an Infected, there was an instinctual urge, a drive, a need to dominate others as a predator would their prey, and he didn't allow such weak little humans to take a dominant role over him. Ever. It was such a long time since he'd ever felt the desire to fall into bed with another of his kind as well, leaving him in a position where he normally took the lead. This thought causes panic to wash over him, but he's not even allowed to struggle before Alejandro is suddenly balls deep inside him.

Pain, a tightness, the overwhelming feeling of being taken by someone else — but even as he smells blood from the sudden intrusion, there's a small matter of thanking his supernatural healing that prevents this from being as bad as it could be. Torn skin quickly stitches itself back together again as the brute takes to pounding away inside North, raw and uninhibited. A scream releases from his throat, but it's unclear if it's from pain or rage. His breath catches in his throat as his body struggles to take in the man's girth, unused to being violated in such a way, and yet still he manages to growl out an insult to the other man's words that take a hit at his pride:

“Go fuck yourself.”

Posted 07-28-2021, 12:24 PM This post was last modified: 07-28-2021, 05:06 PM by Silhouette

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CW: Forced sex

Since the moment his nefarious plan for revenge began in his mind, he had wanted nothing more than to see it come to fruition. He became obsessed with it, consumed by it. Every time he laid eyes on North -- that insufferable bastard -- was another that fueled his rage until it blinded him.

It was that very rage which had been boiling his blood for years that drove his aggression as he bucked his hips against the Major’s until the sound of skin against skin filled the room. There was less pleasure in the tightness squeezing his cock than the mere idea of what he was taking. A pompous mutt like North would never, in his mind, be able to let go of this moment for what it was: a sound defeat.

It was the idea of the dominance he was exerting over the Major and the power he held that drew moans from the Colonel’s lips. Every moan, every growl, every hiss all sending the same message without words: I own you. And he always would. There was nothing North could do to change what was happening now, held down like the helpless bitch he was, and that was what aroused the Colonel the most.

And the scream, oh, the scream.

It was delicious, so much so that Alejandro did not care why it had happened. Be it from the pain of being fucked without mercy or the utter humiliation in being outplayed, it brought the Colonel a sick sense of satisfaction. How long had he waited for this very moment? How long had he been forced to be patient and defer to an arrogant fool like North? Too long. And to defeat the Major in such a way, to claim him, was something that pleased Alejandro’s fury greatly.

It seemed, however, that even while he was being fucked like a feeble whore, North still had something to say. At first, Alejandro did not answer, far too busy fucking. Deep and quick and furious. He was determined to rut against the Major until he felt no more resistance and was properly submitted to. It was such a shame that North had neglected to close the door, for were someone to discover them now, the Colonel had no intentions of stopping. He was going to fuck his bitch until he was being begged for more.

“Mm, say that again, bitch." he groaned between hard thrusts, "Your master wants to see how much fight you have left.”

Posted 08-24-2021, 10:55 AM This post was last modified: 08-24-2021, 10:56 AM by Alejandro Montes

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