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“N-no please… I can be of use! Ple–”
Crack.
The satisfying sound reaches Nolan's ears as he snaps the neck of the insufferable creature, silencing its plea for mercy.
He heaves a sigh as he looks around at the aftermath of their mission. He’d been assigned to lead a troop to quell a riot on some planet, ‘Takk’ he remembers distantly, under the control of the empire.
He floats around the planet accounting for his soldiers and takes in the damages. A general in a thriving and sprawling empire, yet he's still reduced to the menial task of paperwork and reports to superiors.
Eventually, they make their way to the warship and as the cold air of the airlock hits him, some of the tension leaks from Nolan’s shoulders – happy to finally get some time to himself.
But before that, in the main area of the ship he’s faced with General Kregg, along with some other high ranking Viltrumites.
He crosses his arm over his chest, fist closed, in a Viltrumite salute and bows. His troop lined in a row behind him.
“I trust you dealt with the Takkdas?”
Without waiting for a response, General Kregg continues. “You all will be rewarded for your efforts, with a hearty dinner to replenish your energy.”
With a nod from the one-eyed man, the rest of the soldiers begin to chat amongst themselves and file out of the main area to do as they please.
Kregg approaches him and claps a hand on his shoulder.
“You can submit your report by the end of the week. You deserve your rest, Nolan.”
The other general finally leaves and Nolan feels almost giddy – as giddy as a Viltrumite could be – at the chance to finally have some well deserved alone time.
He quickly makes his way to the west wing and into his personal quarters; and lets out a breath of relief as the door slides shut behind him.
His body is buzzing with excitement as he shuffles onto his bed and turns to grab a small box from his nightstand.
Nolan’s breaths become more shallow as a faint blush dusts his cheeks. Eager hands dumping the box onto the bed in favor of shedding his white uniform and throwing the items carelessly to the ground.
“F-fuck...”
He groans as the cool air hits his heated skin, one hand toying with his chest, the other palming at his hardening length through his boxers. The tension fully leaks away from his body now, relaxing into the mattress and bucking up into his own hand.
He continues to palm himself as he uses the other hand, after one last pinch to the perky nipple, to open the box and scan the items inside; condoms, lube, a silicone plug… and a metal slip-chain collar.
“It's…” He gulps at the sight of the silver metal. ”been a while…”
The chain rattles as he uses both of his hands to slip it onto his neck; the noise and feeling of cool metal on his skin making him slip into a headspace he hasn’t let himself enter since the start of their mission.
“A-ahn…Hnff…” He puffs as he frees his hard cock, the head throbbing and weeping in need, and gives it a few languid strokes.
Nolan fully shimmies out of his boxers and pulls his legs into a V, feet planted into the bed. He gives a tentative pull on the long chain and lets out a long moan as he feels the pressure on his neck tighten just right – while his free hand slithers its way to his cock as he closes his eyes and lets his mind wander.
Broad hands wrap around his neck – sharply cutting off his airflow.
“Ghk!” Nolan chokes out, tears welling in his eyes.
The pressure leaves his neck, the sensation replaced by nimble fingers teasing his nipples, switching from feather light touches to hard pinches that make his cock jump.
“Don’t even think about touching yourself. That's an order.” A deep voice says authoritatively, belonging to no one in particular.
His cock stands proud, twitching and leaking without being given any respite to its need. The hands around his neck return to give a generous squeeze for a few seconds and he bucks into the air.
The voice in his head tuts at him. “What a brat… must I punish you to get you to listen?”
“N-no, I'll be good.” Nolan whispers.
He opens his eyes for a moment to grab the bottle of lube and generously coats his fingers.
Fingers dance towards his perineum and circle his hole. The wet prodding makes him shiver, and his hole winks in anticipation. Slowly, a digit sinks into his wet heat – the stretch leaving a slight burn at the rim.
Nolan lets out a low moan at the sensation and brings his other hand to his chest to soothe himself. Pumping the lone digit in and out slowly, which is soon joined by a second finger prodding and scissoring his insides.
“Just a little more. You can do it…” The deep timbre whispers into his ear.
His fingers prod and search for a moment before they curl and –
“FUCK!” Nolan practically howls at the wave of pleasure and frantically fingers at the spot, his other hand toying with his abused nipples.
“C-can I touch myself? Please, please!” He babbles to the voice, begging for his neglected cock to be given attention.
“No.” The voice says decisively. “You’ll take what I give you, General.”
He whines in response and continues to abuse his prostate, fingers making a wet noise echo in his chambers as he feels his orgasm build.
His breaths become shallow as the dual sensations from his nipples and his ass make the tension in his abdomen tighten.
With the hand playing with his nipples, he lets go of his chest to grab at the end of the slip-chain collar and pulls hard.
He sees stars as the tension from him snaps, his body convulsing as his cock shoots out ropes of cum. In his mind’s eye he sees the white liquid land on a blood red cape lined with fur.
“Good boy, such an obedient soldier for Viltrum.”
He pants with the aftershocks of his orgasm as he finally opens his eyes. He lets go of the slip-chain, allowing it to loosen off his neck as he gingerly pulls out the fingers buried in his hole.
‘For Viltrum?’ Weird…he doesn’t typically think about his planet while pleasuring himself, but there’s a first for everything he supposes.
Weirder still is the vision of the cape – red with fur – which could really only be the Grand Regent’s, by virtue of tradition. He doesn't quite know what to make of it…
Viltrumite culture values strength and loyalty, both ingrained to them at a young age.
Grand Regent Thragg is a strong man, arguably the strongest and most cunning Viltrumite alive, it's only natural that Nolan finds that attractive.
Yes, he’ll go with that.
The thought is pushed aside as a shrill PING followed by a low BUZZ reminds him of the dinner that Kregg had mentioned, in honor of his and his troop’s accomplishment.
He rests his gaze on the aftermath of his fantasies and lets out a sigh.
‘Cum all over the sheets, great. Just, great.’ He thinks to himself. Before rising up off the bed to clean everything and hopefully get a quick shower in before the dinner starts.