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"C'mon, Tribune, let us see it!"

Oh, by the stars above, how'd they find out? I was just trying to get some food, damn it!

"Ladies, I--" I try to speak out.

"Show us!" one of them interrupts.

I can't help but feel backed into a corner... and then I realize; I am! These women have me cornered in the damn mess tent!

"Listen, I, just--"

"Aww, I don't think he's gonna show us... And she hyped it up and everything..." said one, clearly disappointed.

'She?' Son of a skritt, she told them? Is it hot in here, or just me? I'm sweating more than usual...

"Alright... if it'll satisfy you all, just... one look, alright?" I say, hoping to get this over with.

The four women almost cheered when I said that! Even more are looking over now... Grrr... it's... it's fine. Just get it over with.

I grab the edges of my robe and quickly snap it up, closing my eyes so I don't have to see them looking.

"PINK!?"

"OH, WOW, TRIBUNE!"

My face feels so hot it'll melt off as the ladies marvel and awe at my underwear... ugh. Of course I'm going to wear a gift! They're comfortable...! And, well... my mate asked, so... Man, why did I say yes to Wylora...?

"Dick's not as big as I thought, but wow, those BALLS!"

"ALRIGHT, that's enough!" I stutter out as intimidating as I can, quickly shoving my robes back down. "Satisfied!? Now, ladies, get back to work!"

"It's lunch, though, Gutter..."

"Is that any way to talk to your Tribune, Legionnaire? It's Tribune Wallbreaker to you." I say, attempting to assert my status as only one rank below the highest in the Legion.

The ladies just look at each-other and shrug, laughing a bit.

Sigh... I've done this to myself... built up a reputation of being a bit of a helpless Dolyak to the women. I can't help it, though... women, well... after we treated them so poorly for so long, I really can't make myself say no to anything they ask. It feels cruel to deny them. I hate it!

"Tribune Wallbreaker?"

My fur stands on edge as I hear a calm, deep voice call my name out. The ladies make an opening for the man; it's none other than Imperator Efram... Phew, what a relief! He's here to save me from these... these, hyenas!

"If you're not too busy, ahem, showing off, I'd like to have a word with you."

I feel even more hot in the face. He saw that...?

The ladies just chuckle, and then quickly dismiss themselves after giving a salute. He didn't even have to give an order! The Imperator truly commanded respect, and everyone gave it. I'm almost jealous... He's popular with the women as well, but my popularity with the women of Flame feels more like a curse than a boon.

"Apologies, Sir, I..."

"It's alright," says Efram in a soothing tone. "I know you get a bit defenseless when it comes to the women. It's one part of why I'm here."

Oh, no... my reputation is catching up to me. My tail's more singed than it already is. Think of an apology, Wallbreaker... Grr, no. Stand your ground.

"Sir. I can't just say no to a woman I know years ago was beaten into submission by those female-hating scum--"

"I know, Wallbreaker. It's alright. I apologize, I know. Just listen... how would you like to be our Tribune in the Black Citadel?"

My heart sinks. My mind goes blank. The, the Black Citadel...? What did I do to deserve this?

"Sir...! What sprung this on!?"

"Hahaha, oh, the look on your face. Fret not, this isn't a punishment. You are the man I trust most with this assignment. It's critical."

My immediate thought is absolutely no! It's been years, but us Flame have a lot to prove, and I can't even imagine how I'd be treated there. It'd be awful.

"I've got two reasons I selected you for this. The first is simple: you're a powerful warrior, one of our best, and yet you don't utilize magic. I find that your lack of magic use will put many doubtful Charr minds at ease, having you lead our forces in the Black Citadel."

Makes sense so far... I never was good at magic. Didn't care to get good, either... always preferred to bash things until they broke. Many Flame men mocked me and others who don't use magic, but I just beat the hell out of them until they got the point. Magic doesn't mean much when you've got broken arms. I appreciate it when the Imperator makes note of it, as it's something I take pride in.

"The other reason: your.. 'way' with women. Some still view us as raging misogynists. I am hoping someone like you, who is fairly harmless around women, will help put that stereotype behind us."

"Urgh...! I'm not sure that's a compliment, but..." I say, a bit offended that even the Imperator views me as such a dolyak. "Sir, I'll... consider it."

Efram smiled softly... the smile he gives when he's about to say something you don't want to hear. Gulp.

"Apologies, Tribune; this is an order. We need you there, and it took years for relations with Iron to improve enough to get to station ourselves there. I can't let this opportunity slip by," he says while putting a hand on my shoulder.

Singe my tail. My life is over. May as well throw my face into lava now.

"You'll also be getting a new aide for this. Your current aide is getting a promotion, thanks to your glowing recommendation."

"Oh! Wonderful! That warms my heart to hear," I say, genuinely enthused. My first aide who's 'graduated'. She'll make a fine Legionnaire. A light in the darkness of this horrible situation, I suppose...

"As you know, we've picked up Charr from outside of Flame, Charr who needed a new home, embraced by our warmth. Some of them used to live at the Black Citadel. I'll give you a list later in the day; you'll pick your new aide from them. They are experienced in Iron culture and will help you navigate it all. I can personally recommend any of them."

This is still so sudden, but... Upon considering it more, I feel honored I was personally selected for this. After all, I'm an honorable man, and I can handle anything. I have to show everyone we've changed... we're no longer a forest fire burning everything our path, but a warm campfire, a welcome sight in the blizzard that is reality... as Efram would say. If you ask me, I just think we're nice people now.

"You'll receive a report with all the details, necessary preparations, and so on. You leave in a week. Select your new aide-de-camp by then. Any questions?"

"Sir, I'm... honored. Thank you," I say, giving a soft salute. "No questions, Imperator. I'll do us proud."

"That's why I picked you, Tribune," says Efram, smiling. His approval meant the world to me.

As he walked away, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of motivation and fear, both at the same time! A new life! Strange sights, sounds... I'll be representing our Legion. A huge responsibility... one I plan on shouldering! I pride myself as the strongest man in Flame Legion; time to prove it. Being strong isn't just about muscles and size. It's about heart and mind!

As I peruse the various Aide candidates dossiers, one in particular caught my eye; Valerius Hauntgaze, a former Ash spy, removed from his duty for reasons he refuses to explain. Taken in by us because his talents seemed useful, and, unwritten but, we do take mostly anyone who's willing to help us out. Only a decade and a half younger than I am, at thirty years old. Hmm...

Attitude assessment: chaotic, 'too smart for his own good', slacker, sly... could, uh, use some more positive descriptions... there are none? Huh.

Profession listed as 'gambling addict'... I'm having the suspicion whoever did this report didn't like this man.

Ah, it is now devolving into a rant about how the interviewer lost to him in a dice game... I'll chew out the Centurion who did this later.

Marked down as 'disabled', but no real explanation or notes specifying how or any accommodations... hum, I'm really going to chew that Centurion out! What does 'disabled' mean!?

Thinking of it, we do take in a lot of disabled Charr who have been ostracized from the other legions... It's quite important to Efram, and I fully agree. The Flame Legion should be a soothing place for anyone to find themselves in. We are no longer at war, we must heal. Perhaps a disabled aide would even be beneficial, showing our values to the Black Citadel? But then aren't I just using this man...? Gah, stop thinking about it so hard, Gutter. If he's a good man he deserves the position; simple.

NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION LISTED!? GRRR...!!!! This is unacceptable! How am I supposed to find this man now!?

I'll have to go look around, see what he's all about. An Ash man will be useful to have on my side. Plus, a gambler... sounds fun, for some reason? Not much of a gambler myself, but games to play during downtime sounds great. And, an Ash man to help me get out of messes I may find myself in would be great...

I enter the makeshift tent, lit only by a single brazier, where I was told this 'Valerius' usually could be found after duties. I see, this is the Haunt warband! I've been told about them, and the rumors were true: everyone here looked... well, intimidatingly rebellious. Dressed strange, like as though they didn't belong to any Legion. I definitely don't fit here, a truly 'punk' crowd.

The Haunt warband was also notably mostly deaf, with some not even knowing anything other than sign language. That would have been great to read on the actual dossier, Centurion...

"Grrr, damn you, damn it all!" roars a man, furiously standing up and throwing one of the tables off to the side, pushing me to the side as he storms out, completely nude. Wait, that was Vagaar... what just happened...?

Ah... I see. He lost a card game, judging by all the cards strewn about. And the culprit on the other side of the table...? Oh, wow. A yellow-furred man with huge, wild bright purple hair, wearing tattered black leather, quite obviously looking like some sort of rogue.... that's a rare sight around here. The type of guy you know you can't boss around without expecting trouble... a real punk, just like everyone else here, but this guy really sold the look. Black clothes, wild hair, rough features... The Legionnaire, maybe? Do punks have Legionnaires? I know it's a warband, but it seems against the point? No rules, anarchy, what have you. Thinking too hard, Gutter... Either way, I'll need to be careful here.

I ask the nearest patron, pointing to his name on the paper I brought. She looks intimidated, until she actually looks to where I point... she just laughs and gestures to the purple-haired one; I suppose he really is the Legionnaire, huh? I guess he knows, then.

I approach the wild-haired man. He looks up at me from his chair, relaxing, not even bothering to help the others get the table and cards back into place. I feel the tent get strangely quiet as I began talking to him... if he isn't the Legionnaire, he's still the de-facto leader, at least.

I point to Valerius's name. He smirks, and then just shrugs at me. Grrr, damn it... I've been looking around all evening, and even this isn't it? It definitely is! My paws are aching from all the walking I've been doing.

Him and his cohorts start signing to each-other, speaking a language I have no hope of understanding. Motivation to learn, I suppose.

"I appreciate your time, soldier, but now I'll be off," I say, treating them with the same respect I give anyone else. I start to leave, frustrated that I'll have to keep looking, but the same woman from before stops me in my tracks with a hand on my shoulder.

"He says if you win a game of cards against him, he'll tell you where Valerius is," says the similarly punk-ish-looking woman, using an accent that made it clear she was also deaf, or at least hard of hearing. Grrr... bastard, knowing and refusing to tell me...

"Need I remind him I am a Tribune and he should do as I say?" I growl, a bit fed up with all the disrespect I've received today.

"You realize where you are, right?"

I can't help but look around, and see all the rebellious Charr looking at me... yeah. They look like they don't quite respect authority, and I don't exactly plan on enforcing it... grrr, maybe I should get more assertive... not today, though.

"Well... alright. I'll have to decline, though. I don't know how to play most card games," I say plainly. Card games were much more of an Ash Legion thing, and I never quite understood their fixation on them.

"You get to decide the game and its rules," she says, smiling and in a surprisingly friendly tone.

Hmmm... now that does sound fun. Is he that confident he can win even when I get to choose everything?

"Well... why not? I do have a favorite card game," I say, unable to help myself from smiling. I'd love nothing more than to put that cocky punk in his place. Could use the stress relief!

I take my seat across the wooden table from the purple-haired Legionnaire. Seems as though everything I've said has been relayed to him. Someone is an interpreter, maybe? Maybe he can read lips? Or he can hear well enough to hear me speak? Not sure how being deaf works... I think it depends on the Charr...

"Excuse me, my good man, but do you... well, do you talk?"

He rolls his eyes and signs to the group.

"Signing is talking, Tribune. He doesn't speak your language. You wanna hang with us, you better learn."

"Hrmm... right. My apologies..." I say, a bit embarrassed at my choice of words. It's disrespectful. It's clear they aren't just spelling words out letter by letter, it really is an entirely different language... and, well, since he can't hear, I suppose that means I've got to learn Charr sign language at some point. I hate that I can't communicate with someone of my own Legion; a disgrace of a Tribune.

"Oh, and I'm assuming you saw as your buddy stormed out, but we play with wagers," the interpreter woman says. "In your case... it'll be clothes, I bet, knowing his tastes."

Clothes? I suppose it's harmless but... I'd prefer not to be stripped nude in front of these people, especially not in front of this punk. I don't mind being nude, in fact I usually go bare-bodied when I'm in my quarters, but... wait, why 'in my case'?

I wanted to protest, but then I remember: I get to decide the game! Hah, well, I suppose we'll be seeing a naked punk Legionnaire here shortly, won't we then? He's going to regret underestimating me!

"My clothes? Fine!" I say, grinning. I'm getting excited! Finally, a way to put some respect on my name has arrived. He's formerly Ash, and Ash are known for their tricks, but I'll show them; this is Flame, and I'm the best damn Tribune in Flame. Brain and brawn!

"So, the game is simple: Memory is what I've heard humans call it," I begin explaining, "I'll--"

He waves his hands at me, gesturing to skip the explanation, then goes back to playing with his spiky hair. Impatient little...! Everything about this guy just angers me off more and more!

"Alright... here's some extra rules, to prevent cheating," I say, hissing the last bit, staring right at him. I'm getting a bit tempered, but I can't help it; guys like this I can't stand! And he's Ash; I know he won't play fair. I won't let him beat me with some simple tricks.

"First: only I am allowed to touch the cards, no one else," I boldly declare, expecting protest. Instead, all I get is a wider smile from him, and him slightly leaning forward. Seems like he knows I'm serious now. Good.

"Next; I'll pick the deck. Show me all of the decks you've got available, and I'll choose."

They hand me a couple decks, and I browse through. I bet he's marked some of these cards, so I need to find a good, clean deck... this one looks practically brand new! They must've just got it shipped in! Perfect!

"Also, of course, no magic!" I say.

"Heh, don't worry, there's no magic in our games here. That'd be boring," she says.

"Alright then... one round only. If I win, you tell me where Valerius is, and remove all of your clothing. If you win, it's my clothing," I say. He quickly signs in response. Hmm, I think he can hear me but... not well? Despite his disrespect, I can't help but try to make sure he gets the same respect I'd give someone who isn't deaf. It's my duty as a man.

"He agrees if you also tell him something he wants," the woman says as the crowd chuckles.

Sounds fair, though I get the hint that he's going to make me say something embarrassing. I nod anyway, confident in my victory.

He's clearly excited. Hmm... I'm getting nervous with how unshaken he is, but perhaps he just likes the thrill...? Either way, it'll be great to see him stripped clean of this pride... literally.

"Let's get this started," I say, as I begin shuffling the deck. Time to show off the only card trick I know; my perfect shuffle. I've practiced it for quite some time!

I split the deck cleanly in half, and then perfectly shuffle the stacks together. One by one each card falls into place. He watches intensely as I do this, surely impressed! I can't help but feel a bit of pride, so I do it a few more times, just to show off. Everyone seems impressed I know how to do it...! Hmph, yeah, I may not be a gambler, but I do know some fun tricks.

"Woooow, Tribune, you must be really good at cards!" someone says, clearly amazed by my excellent skills.

I chuckle... yeah, I suppose I am, huh? Cards aren't too easy to handle with big Charr paws, you know.

I begin placing the cards out on the table, row by row, until every card is out. He doesn't take his eyes off the cards for even a second; he's really into this. A real gambler, for sure! Time to teach him what losing feels like... seems like he sorely needs the lesson.

"I go first!" I say, grinning at him. He's still staring at the cards. Heh, he knows he's gonna have to try real hard to beat me... About time I'm taken seriously.

I try to make my first match, and fail; of course, it's the first go. I just focus on remembering their placements.

"Your turn!" I say, gesturing kindly.

His soft smile turns into a massive, almost devilish-looking grin. Uh...?

He points at the first card; he's not allowed to touch them, so I have to flip them for him. A red Jack.

The next card is...

Another red Jack. A match!?

The crowd cheers. Those fangs are peeking through his smile... lucky bastard!! We go again; and then... another match. What? He's... he's using magic! This is cheating!

"STOP WITH THE MAGIC!" I roar, unable to help myself.

"No magic, buddy..." the interpreter softly whispers to me. "Go ahead, I know you Tribunes here in Flame have anti-magic crystals on you. Make him wear one!"

I toss a crystal at him. Bastard, bastard...! I should've made him wear it from the start!

He quickly puts it on, chuckling.

He points to two more cards. ANOTHER MATCH!? This isn't possible, they're... THEY'RE NOT MARKED! WHAT!?

"EVERYBODY OUT!" I roar. "SOMEONE'S RELAYING THINGS TO HIM, AND I WON'T ALLOW IT! TRIBUNE'S ORDERS!"

My anger takes over as I yell at them all. I've never been this furious! This blatant disrespect...!!!! I WILL NOT BE TRICKED!

The leader just laughs at me, and signs to everyone. Bastard...!! They all shortly leave, leaving just us two. No more interpreter... it should be fine. It's fine!

I check under the table in a panic... no, there's nothing. No magic. No one relaying things to him. No marks on any of the cards, they're clean. No mirrors... just... How? Luck? It can't be.

I get up from under the table, and he's already got two fingers pointed at two cards. Gah, I flip them in a hurry, desperate for him to stop getting lucky... another match...!

This can't be happening. How? How is he cheating? Did I miss something? I, I...!

He begins writing down something on a journal he's got... He slides it over to me.

It'll go by faster if you let me flip the cards myself

I resist the urge to punch the book, and just roughly throw it back at him.

He points. I flip. A match.

This repeats for awhile, and soon enough, I can't take it anymore. My head is filled with nothing but rage.

"HOW!? HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS!? THIS IS.... THIS IS...!!!"

He writes once more, painfully slow... He once again, slides it over.

You'll find out after I've got you naked, Tribune

"DO THE DAMN CARDS YOURSELF!" I roar, furious, unable to control myself as I jump up out of my chair, about ready to lunge at him. Wait, he can hear me, at least a bit? Grrr...!!

He quickly makes match after match, over and over again, clearly proud of himself, laughing as he does it. It's so fast, I know he knows the location of every card...!!

All of them. Every single card. Every single damned one. Flipped up on the table. He points at me, grinning softly. I look to where he's pointing... Fuck. My clothes.

"I... I... grrrr...!!!!"

Bet's a bet. I'm a man... I have to accept this. I tried to stack it in my favor, and still lost... Immense shame wells up in me, acting like this, getting so angry...! I'm a Tribune, damn it...!

"F... Fine!"

As I begin to strip, I only hope he doesn't call the others back in. Being nude isn't so bad, I just hate that he's the one who got me this way, but ugh, just... fine.

He writes in his book again, walks up to me as I'm stripping, and shoves it in my face with his cocky smile.

Don't worry, it'll be just us unless you don't cooperate, I feel like being nice today, you seem like a good guy

He pulls up a chair, and simply relaxes as he watches me undress myself. Gaahhhh...!! My face! It... it's burning!

I take off everything above my waist... I motion to take off my lower gown, but realize: my underwear! No, I can't, I CAN'T! Not in front of HIM! I freeze where I am, long enough for him to notice and start writing.

I said everything, "boss". Nice nipple rings, by the way. Big musclegut men like you look great with them

Wait... he's... gay? I, I don't, I'm not gay I'm... I can practically taste the shame... the humiliation. I, I, I can't...! I...!

He motions at me to remove it again.

I soon realize... I'm also erect. No. No! I'm not gay! I'M NOT INTO MEN! I HAVE A MATE! A FEMALE MATE!

"I... I can't, I--"

He throws a sharp object right between my legs, cutting through the cloth of my garments and through the back of the tent. He gestures towards the entrance of the tent, clearly threatening to call everyone back in if I don't take it off. I... I've got no choice!

I turn around, so he at least will only see my rear, and then undo the straps keeping my gown on my waist... hold them tight in my paws, as they are now the only thing keeping my robes up, and then...

I let go.

"Pft,"

A stifled laugh. I nervously look at the side of the tent, hoping he doesn't make me turn around. Just... just appreciate my ass, alright? Please be an ass man! Wait... NO! I CHANGE MY MIND! DON'T BE AN ASS MAN!

AGH!

He... he gripped my ass!

"Hey, HEY! Y--"

I look back and see nothing but his paw, with a finger pointing up at the ceiling. He spins it around, gesturing me to turn around. I refuse to budge until I feel a sharp, cold feeling on my back... a, a damn knife...!

I'm shaking. I'm flaming shaking!? I...! Grr...! Just DO IT, GUTTER! GET IT OVER WITH!

I slowly spin around... revealing my shame to him. A full erection, poking through my underwear.

I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to see his reaction...! I want to look, but... nngh what am I thinking, no, I don't! Just... just get it over with. He'll leave me alone, soon enough. He'll call everyone in to laugh, and I'll be on my way.

It's been over ten seconds... and nothing. What? I open my eyes, and see right in my face...

You shuffled too perfectly, by the way. I already knew the order of the cards in that deck, so it was easy to watch you shuffle and tell where the cards ended up. Didn't help your case you laid them all out cleanly, row by row. Good try, though

I just stare dumbfounded at the writing. I... I didn't... That...

"That's... CHEATING, DAMN Y--!"

GAH...!! H-He... He's groping me...! Augh, m-my... my cock...! He's rubbing my cockhead through my underwear... ohh, fuck, it feels good... it feels good...! Ngh, n-no...!

"St, stop...!" I say, but he doesn't. He can't hear me after all...!? So just MOVE...! Why am I not moving!?

SLAM! He pushes me to the ground... I tried to catch my fall, but my legs were bound by wire! AND MY HANDS! Since when!?

I look up from the dirt floor, seeing him writing... He lifts my head using one of my horns, forcing me to stare at the book once more.

Alright, I'm done playing around: you've got two choices. Nod your head up and down if I can do whatever kinky shit I want to you for the rest of the night until morning. Shake your head no and I'll let you go. Your mate's cool with this right?

"THIS IS--"

Before I know it, he gags me with... something... sweaty...? My own underwear!! My genitals are fully exposed, now...! MY UNDERWEAR!? WYLORA'LL KILL ME IF THESE GET MESSED UP!

He quickly writes some more.

You've got a nice fuzzy ass by the way. Also, I said nod or shake. No more talking. I won't hear another word from you the rest of the night

Every word I read... it made my cock twitch. Why was I enjoying this, what is this...? This is the same feeling I get with Wylora when-- ngh!

He... he's stepping on my cock...! Aaahh, stop, stop...! I groan through my own underwear, but no wonders come out, just muffled protests...! He's free to write as he pleases, massaging my cock and balls with a foot-paw...

You like this a lot, huh? Might just take you without asking, seems like it'll be good for you. Kidding of course but nod soon please I kinda wanna get back to playing cards :D

I shake and writhe on the ground, trying to escape, but I can't. My body doesn't want to leave... it feels so good, it feels SO DAMN GOOD! I growl and snarl as my cock gets wetter and wetter... ohh, don't stop...

Bored now. Answer in ten seconds or no more cub-making for you

He moves his footpaw to my balls, and... slowly presses down.. nnngghhhh...!!! STOP, STOP, STOP!! AAAGGHHH...! I writhe in pain, until he finally lets up...! I'm a sweaty mess, and I can barely think...!

He snaps his fingers, demanding an answer.

I... I...!

He presses down once more, this time, harder...!! GAAAAAHHHH...!!

I CAN'T TAKE IT! I nod, profusely, just wanting it to be over with. Wait, I... nodded...? Wait...!!

He laughs as he writes once more.

Dirty Tribune, wanting this... alright. You're my dog for the next twelve hours and I expect you to act like it. Consequences otherwise, because I don't like bad dogs. You seem into this so, should be fun

DOG...? DOG...? I-I'M NOT SOME-- urgh! He stomps down on my gut as he reaches down and begins tying something to my balls!? What!? I-- ARGH! He's yanking on it! HE'S LEASHED MY DAMN SACK!

He snaps his fingers, demanding I look up at him. He makes a simple sign; pointing down towards the ground.

That means 'sit'. And, no, this isn't sign language; you're a dog, so, that'd be a bit too complicated for you to learn wouldn't it

My face is so red, my heart beating so fast, I feel like I'll faint. I'm... I'm a large powerhouse of a warrior. I'm a Flame Legion Tribune. I'm a MAN! I... AM... NOT... A... DOG...!! I growl and snarl at him, but with every protest, he yanks the rope attached to my balls harder. Arrrgghhh...!!!

He begins showing me various hand signals, and what they mean.

Stay.

I... I stay.

Lay down.

"Grrr...!!" I growl through my gag, but he yanks again... fuck, it hurts...!

I lay down, like a dog would, belly on the dirt floor... I hate this. I hate it!

Roll over.

Grrr...! I roll over, on the dirt floor, getting myself a little covered in dust. This is, this is... humiliating.

Crawl.

I struggle to crawl, having to inch forward, due to my binds... grrr this idiot, unbind me! All I can do is struggle forward like a damn fool while he laughs.

Why am I... hard? It's like drills... damn it, no! I'm... I'm so confused. What is going on? This is a dream, it's got to be. Another one of those bizarre wet dreams where I'm being bossed around!

He undoes the binds around my arms and legs, letting me be free once more. I immediately try to use my claws to cut the rope, but I am instantly stopped by a knife to my damn sack...! Hhnnghh, it's cold, it's cold... With a free hand, he writes on the book on the table...

Bad dogs get neutered by the way :)

He drew a damn smiling face next to it...! This, this... this PERVERT...!

Crawl.

I... I have no choice, gotta think of my future cubs...! And Wylora loves my sack! She'd hate it if I lost them!

I get on my hands and knees, ready to crawl around like an animal.  He not-so-gently kicks my rear, forcing me to move forward. I crawl and crawl as he walks behind with the leash in paw, yanking it every time I slow down.

We get in front of the entrance, and I now realize he plans on making me walk out of here... in public. I can hear their voices clearly. He kicks my rear over and over again, but I refuse to budge. Soon enough, the book is in my face once more.

I take back it being private, sorry :P. We gotta get to my bed somehow. It's not too far. Be a good dog and I won't punish you too bad okay? Here I'll even help since you got stage fright

Damn it, h-he's blindfolding me!. I... I...! I can't see! NGH! He soon after kicks my ass hard, pushing me out of the tent.

I hear a loud burst of laughter from a crowd. Surely, directed at me...!

"Oh, Tribune! I see you lost!"
"Hahahaha...! Look at him, hard as a rock!"
"Been awhile since we've had one like this..."

I just crawl forward. Get it over with! Move on! Ignore them!

The leader yanks my balls, stopping me. They start petting me... several paws, running themselves through my fur, all over... several pats on the head, comments about being a 'good boy', multiple smacks on the ass... so many gropes... Argghh... I, I... ohhh it feels so good but, please, please let it end...

Ack...! Soon enough, someone sits on my back.

"Pony time! Better get a move on, Valerius doesn't like it when his ponies are slow," someone says, mocking me.

Wait... Valerius? Is that the person on my back right now? I try to shake him off, but the feeling of icy steel once again touches my sack... aaghh... just.. forward. Go forward. Damn it, he was there the whole time, and I never figured out who it was...!

I crawl forward, struggling to keep my balance as the person on my back rides me, patting my ass every now and then, kicking my sides to make me speed up. Occasionally, he pulls my horns around, making me turn.

I generally know where we are, I'm quite familiar with our encampment's layout.... We pass by all sorts of Charr, everyone oohing and ahhing. Some gropers, others asking me to do tricks... Any time I resisted, the person on top reminded me of what I was in for if I didn't behave. I could only obey, knowing I was in for it later if I didn't. Someone even made me drink from a water bowl, the same his pet drank out of... I'm never going to live this down...!!!!

At a certain point, I believe we make it to where various private tents are set up. Yes... we're almost done, yes! Just a little bit more!

Suddenly, an all-too-familiar voice.

"...Tribune Wallbreaker..?"

No. No. It's... Imperator Efram! I try to get up, but the person on my back stops me.

There's silence for awhile. Why? He's right there? Are they just staring at eachother? Staring at me? Oh, they're signing...

"Ah, I see, he's into it... thanks for explaining... Valerius, I'd appreciate you not doing this to my Tribunes, but... fair's fair, I suppose, if he agreed to it. Not on the clock anymore. I did get the impression he was into this sort of thing as well, so..."

What...? Valerius? ON MY BACK? And NO, I'M NOT INTO IT! I'M ONLY INTO WOMEN! I growl, but he just pats my head and smacks my butt... in front of the Imperator!?

"Ahhaha... Valerius, you always have gotten a bit mean for my tastes... Good thing he likes it, though. And lucky him, Wylora lets him fool around, I think you'll make a fine aide for him, if you're who he chooses."

NO! HE WON'T! HE'S NOT MY DAMN AIDE! NO! NO!

"Oh? He did, did he? Fantastic. I'll start the paperwork right away, then. My endless gratitude for agreeing to this, Valerius. And sorry, I can't keep up a full conversation in sign language, it's still new to me... I apologize."

GRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOWWWWWWLLLL!!!! SNARL SNARL!!!! GRRRRR!!!!!

"Hahaha, he's really into character, huh? Very good. I won't keep you two, then. Enjoy the rest of your evening," he says, as I hear him walk off.

No...! NO!!! NOT HIM AS AN AIDE! NOT IF HE'S LIKE THIS...!! IMPERATOR! COME BACK!

He smacks my butt once more, and I can now do nothing but crawl forward...

We finally make it into a tent, and soon enough, he hops off and removes the blindfold, the rider's face right in front of mine now.

The wild, purple hair... the shorter fangs... the cocky grin. Him. It really was him, the entire time. The punk Legionnaire was... Valerius. He... tricked me. I couldn't even bring myself to growl, I was in such shock. This is... my new aide?

He gently pats my head, and starts scratching under my chin. It... it felt good, damn it. Stop that...! He chuckles as I move my head away.

He stands next to the side of the bed, and gestures me lay on it. There's, really no room for two of us on it... not sure what his plan is, but at the threat of the knife, I get up and lay on the bed.

He then binds my arms and legs to each corner of the bed. What horrible, humiliating things does he have planned, now...?

Oh... ohhhhh... he's rubbing my gut... aaagh, that feels good... this goes on for a few minutes, just him rubbing me all over, massaging me... it feels so damn good... I, I can't be enjoying this, but... I don't want it to stop...

Soon, he starts jerking my cock. Slowly rubbing it, up and down, the entire length... damn it, it's good, damn it... keep going, keep going...!

He removes the gag from my mouth, allowing my groans to be more audible. I tried to stifle them, but I couldn't control myself; this was amazing. If I had known it was going to be this, I would've just complied!

He rubs my gut I'm so proud of as he strokes me, going faster and faster... mmmgh, I can feel it, I'm getting close... fuck, all this might be worth it if I get to nut here...!

"Fuck, I... I'm close...! Yeah...!" I say through clenched fangs... fuck! I'M GONNA CUM...!

And then... he stops.

"GASP... GASP... GASP... HEY! WHY'D YOU STOP!?"

He makes a hushing sound... after half-a-minute, he begins doing it again, stroking me... fuck, alright, that was a fluke... he messed up... this time, mmgh... this time...! I get close to climax once more, pure ecstasy, this'll be it, this is GREAT, and then...!

He stops.

No... it's on purpose! NO!!

I try to get up, but I'm bound! I struggle and struggle, demanding he stop, but all he does is continue to get me close to orgasm, and then deny it.

GRRROOOOWWWLLLL!!!

All he does is laugh at me... This goes on for, I don't know how long, but it's driving me fucking mad.

"BASTARD!!! BA--!"

He waves the knife around, not even looking at my face. I take the hint...

Nnghh... it's been too long... stop, I can't take it, stop!

"PLEASE!" I can't help it. I start begging. A man shouldn't beg, but I'll do anything! JUST NO MORE OF THIS! "Please, let me cum! Please! No more!"

He grabs his book, and writes once more...

Good dogs beg, so you've got that part right, but you were a bad dog the rest of the evening. So consider this your punishment okay? :D

I growl at him, but all he does is keep it up. He begins stroking himself, clearly excited by all of this... he doesn't even undress... nnngh, his cock... it, it's good...! And did I mention he kinda... smells good...? No, NO! You're just horny, he's making you aroused! Don't think about that!

He groans as he's about ready to reach his own climax.

Nngh, he denies me once more! I roar out in frustration, demanding he let me cum! He then quickly moves to my face, spewing his load all over my face. Some of it even gets on my eyes...! Bastard, bastard...!

"Aaahhhh," he moans as he spurts out every last drop of cum onto my snout, grabbing my horns to ensure it stays in place.

He then walks away, washing his hands and groin with a nearby bucket of water, leaving me here, covered in my own pre, and his jizz all over my face.

"Hey! HEY!" I call out.

He ignores me as he puts his junk away back into his pants. Grrr...! These damn binds, why won't they break!? I'm the strongest in the Legion!! NO ONE HOLDS ME DOWN!

He starts writing for quite awhile into that damn book of his... soon enough, it's put in my face.

That was real good, Tribune. Make sure to lick that off of your face. Don't worry, not gonna be your aide, just told Efram that to make you squirm. Anyway, I'll be back later, gonna go hang out some more with my buddies. Shouldn't be too long, just had to get that out of my system. You stay nice and tight. If you're not here when I get back, I'll come find you! Good owners make sure their pets don't get lost, and good dogs stay put for their owners! :)

"No! NO! UNTIE ME!"

He shrugs, smiling.

"I've gotta fucking piss! Please!"

He shrugs again, chuckling a bit. I wasn't even lying! I'VE GOTTA PISS!

"I'M GOING TO PISS ALL OVER Y--"

He suddenly gags me once more, this time with his own underwear he got from a pile of dirty laundry. He then pulls out a strange... ring? Some kind of magic... what is it-- no, no, he's putting it on my cock! STOP!

HNNGHH... I can feel the blood rush into my cock, and soon enough, I'm erect once more! It felt like... it felt like being at climax! It didn't stop! I couldn't cum!

DON'T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THIS THING ON! GRRRRRRRRROOOOOWWWWWWLLLLL!!! GRRAAAAHHHHH!!!

All that came out was mumbles and groans. He'd have no hope of understand a word I said. He makes his way to the entrance flap of the tent, waving goodbye. He makes one final signal with his hands, with a nasty grin on his face:

Stay.

I could do nothing but snarl at him, trying my best to break my binds. No...! NO! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! DON'T-- NNNGGHHH...!!

The flaps of the tent closes, and I realize I have to accept it... this is going to be my night... I'm just his plaything. His toy. His... dog. No release, just... tormenting my cock and balls.

I hated it, I despised it. Right?

But, my body... my cock had different ideas. That much was clear. All it wanted me to think about was him returning, playing with me however he wished, calling me a 'dog' once more... It couldn't wait for him to get back. I've accepted it.

Curse this cock of mine...! Curse it! DAMN IT! NNNGGHHH...! The ring, it's... it's so warm...! Aagghh... I slowly accept it, as my mind writhes in agony but my cock twitches in pleasure... hhnnngghh...

Will this really be the next ten hours of my life...!?