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Privileges of Position

For LaFontaine

By Draconicon

"...which would more than cover your expenses on the border, Minister."

The War Minister of the Saurian Systems looked over the table at the Defense Chief of Staff. The older Saurian was even more stiff and yet more portly than he was, beginning to show signs of a gut and no longer having the overwhelming demeanor that most of their species had for the majority of their lives. While the other civil servant had not yet caved to the pressures of his position to become positively rotund, he was well on his way to it. The smirk on the Chief's face did not help matters, drawing his face back into an unseemly grin.

He, on the other hand, continued to keep his face neutral. A shift of position, bringing one black-clothed leg over the other, was all that he offered in response to the slap in the face the Chief had delivered.

"You intend to slash my budget in half, just when we are about to disrupt the mammals with our greatest raid yet?"

"It's hardly needed. Your raid will ensure that they do nothing to strike back at that border, and we will need to establish defensive measures along other parts of the border. We cannot assume that they'll be completely passive in response to this, after all."

"Only if you completely defang me for this."

"Perhaps you would have a better argument than mere numbers as to why I shouldn't do this?"

Ah. There it is.

The War Minister shook his head, a slight smile forming along his snout. He should have known.

"You wish a bribe, then."

"We seem to have arrived at the proper terms, yes."

"Are we looking to gain property, prestige, or pleasure?"

"Ideally, all of the above, but let us speak of pleasure, first."

The rounded Saurian continued to hold the smirk of power, one that continued to irk the Minister. The fact that it was still plastered to the other man's face did nothing for his composure, and it did everything to irritate the living daylights out of him. The Defense Chief of Staff was the final word on the military budget, only overruled by the Emperor himself, and the idea that he had to beg for the funds to launch their military assault...

But no. He would not allow his anger to rise. He had the means by which to secure his funds, even if it was vaguely...distasteful. The Saurian unfolded his legs, standing up and brushing out the wrinkles of his blue shirt and jacket.

"If you will follow me, I will show you to your pleasures."

"I assume that you have them all bound in a communal room," the Chief said, getting to his feet with a grunt. "My servants told me that mine would be bound with yours."

"That is correct. I am surprised that you managed to secure a mammalian slave of your own. I haven't heard of any further raids capturing them."

"It was a recent one. Perhaps the same one in which you gained yours."

"Perhaps."

The Minister wouldn't be surprised. He had only gained the two that he had through the use of the War Ministry's funds, and he had procured those under the guise of getting the defense codes to launch an assault into mammalian space. The Ministry would have preferred that he tied up the loose ends by getting rid of the slaves, but why do that when they could be used for much more...stimulating purposes?

Dog and Bull had been particularly pleasant to own, however. The more that he conditioned them, the better they behaved, though they still occasionally showed some hints of their former selves. He never allowed it to linger for long. A few words were enough to drag them back down into their slave states, making them agreeable little sluts once more. It was most enjoyable to see them lose their minds again and again, and he occasionally allowed them the freedom to think for themselves just long enough to have hope before pushing them down into the submissive mind again.

They walked down steel-coated hallways, ignoring each other as they walked along. They were of opposing viewpoints, one of them forward thinking, the other conservative. One of them believed that the Systems should always be expanding, one believed that they should be holding back, integrating themselves with the systems that they had already conquered. One believed that they needed to conquer all for their own safety, the other believed that they were invincible and should not worry about the other species in the galaxy.

They were bound together by duty, but he knew from experience that his superior would stab him in the back if he could get away with it. If the bribe was not sufficient during this last part of the meeting, then he would be told, and his budget cut despite his every effort to the contrary.

The Minister stopped at the door, keying in the code for it. The Chief coughed behind him.

"Minister, how well trained are your slaves?"

"As trained as the Institute can manage, and as well as I can maintain."

"I imagine that they might be a bit more interesting than my own, then. Perhaps I can see you handle him, while I handle them."

It was another slight slap in the face, but not as extreme as the earlier offer. It was one that he could live with, when it came down to it, and the Minister nodded.

"Yes, I will agree to that."

"Wonderful. I look forward to seeing them."

The door opened, and the Chief's request was granted.

His slaves, once known as Bjorn and Jacob, now only known as Bull and Dog, were forced to kneel on the floor by their restraint matrices. Their legs were forcibly spread, their perpetually hard cocks forced up and stiff, unable to twitch, unable to cum. Between their legs, one could just make out the end of a plug, one that was locked to the floor and inflated so that they couldn't stand and escape the stretching feeling back there.

Their eyes were clear, and he knew that they were in one of their sober states, while they were still thinking of being free. That could have presented a problem, but he was confident enough of handling them. There shouldn't be any difficulty.

At their side was a ram that was also in the restraint matrices, his hands held over his head and his legs spread just like his mammalian comrades. They looked at each other before turning to their superior overlords, and the Minister did not miss the glances of familiarity.

They know each other. Perhaps they were in the same unit, he thought. Delightful.

The Minister stepped forward as the portly Chief remained in the doorway. He ignored the stare that came from behind, kneeling down at eye level with Dog. He smiled at the Doberman, cocking his head to the side as he looked him over.

"You're certainly doing well, getting yourself good and stretched for your next session. How's your ass feeling, Dog?"

"It feels...better...than when you...fuck it," Dog said with a grunt. Or rather, a series of them, huffing and dripping.

"You know that such words are not acceptable. Unless I tell you to make them."

He reached into his pocket, pulling free a circular remote. The Minister had assigned the buttons to the various devices in the room, and he chuckled as he held it up in front of the Doberman's face.

"I'll give you one chance. What will you let the other slaves, and my superior, do to you?"

"..."

"...And I thought that you were learning."

The Minister chuckled, pressing one of the buttons. Just like that, the Doberman's back arched, his eyes closed, and his hips twitched as if he was in the middle of getting fucked. Probably felt as though he was, considering the inflating, buzzing nature of the plug up his ass.

It didn't stop, either, the plug shifting and thrusting, buzzing and growing inside of the canine's hole. The other slaves watched, the ram with hazy eyes, Bull with more focused ones. They could see how the pleasure was affecting Dog, and they knew what was coming to them if they resisted.

He didn't let it slacken as he asked the question again, either, grabbing hold of Dog's muzzle and tilting his head up.

"Now, what are you going to let them do to you?"

"A-anything. Anything that they want."

"Be specific, Dog. What will you let them do?"

"I'll let them sit - Nnngh - let them sit on my - my face. I'll let them fuck - fuck - fuck my throat. I'll put my tail - GAH - I'll let them fuck my ass!"

"Will you beg them for it?"

"Yes! Yes, anything they want, I'll beg them to do it."

"Good dog."

He patted the Doberman's head, shaking his own as he turned down the vibrations. Not all the way down, but enough for there to be a difference to be felt as he walked over to Bull. The bigger mammal looked up at him, panting softly, his cock just hard enough to look like he had been teased by the sight.

Good. It meant that the conditioning was holding. It meant that they were still deep in his control, and that a part of them still wanted to be.

He held up the remote again, rolling it between his fingers as he cocked his head to the side.

"And you? What will you let them do to you?"

"Anything you want. Anything at all."

"Heh...didn't you learn from your friend? The rule is...be specific."

He tapped the button, and just like that, the bull's plug was suddenly rattling up a storm. Bull threw his head back, moaning like a bitch in heat, and he thrust his hips forward as he suddenly spewed a rope of pre-cum across the floor. The Minister barely avoided it, shaking his head as he watched the mess spread across the tiles.

Not the most ideal presentation, he supposed, but it was far better than some of the alternatives. He imagined that seeing the sluts like this was doing a good thing for his record.

As the bull screamed and panted, the bovince's dick dancing in its limited way, the Minister leaned over him. He pressed down on the bull's horns, forcing him to look forward.

"Now, what will you let them do?"

"Fuck me, suck me, suck them, rim them," Bull panted, grunting like the cow that he was. "Anything. Make them happy. Do it. Use me. Beg them. Use me."

"Heh. That will do, I suppose."

Once more, he turned the dials down, shaking his head a few times before turning to look back at the Chief. The older Saurian nodded his head in approval, and held out his hand for the device. The Minister hesitated.

"Do you wish it for yours or mine?"

"Does it matter?"

"...I suppose not."

He passed it over, and as soon as it left his hand, all three mammals started screaming in pleasure. They writhed around, their hips twitching, their balls rising, their shafts spitting pre-cum and more across the floor. There was no way of getting around it, no way to avoid some bit of the ropes of silvery goo from landing on his toes.

He shook his head, resolving to have one of them lick it off later. He would get to that another time.

While the Chief took his pleasure tormenting the assholes of the mammals, the War Minister looked them over one more time. He measured them, taking in the defiance that they must have been feeling. There wasn't much to find, but one that was used to fighting would see what was there.

And he did see some fear and focus on the Doberman's face. Lean and lithe as Dog was, he still had the stamina to hold out against some of the punishments, still had the mind to look for opportunities when he was sober. He would have to keep an eye on him.

Bull was less likely to protest. He had been broken harder than Dog had, and had been eager to give himself up when the time came. However, there was still a risk, so he would take care there.

The ram, he could not care less about. The eyes alone showed that there was little to no individuality left behind them. The Institute had done a fuller job on that one than they'd had the chance to do on his. That, or the Chief had done what he could to further it, make it worse for the hapless mammal. Either way, he would not be an escape risk.

Of course, they were not there merely to tease the slaves they'd collected. They were there to use them, and he, of course, needed to offer his if he didn't want to surrender yet more authority.

"You may, of course, use them for more than visual stimulation, Chief."

The other Saurian turned around, looking half-shocked for a moment before pulling himself back to the moment at hand. The Chief of Staff smiled to himself, nodding as he handed the remote back.

"I will. They certainly seem capable."

"They are most capable. And I will assure you, they will do whatever task you set them to with gusto."

He completed the statement with a glare to the two mammals. One little warning, one little look to make sure that they understood the meaning under that statement. If they decided to embarrass him, he would have words for them, and those words would be more than just a beratement. They'd be the beginning of the end of their little games with him, a way of forcing their minds down for good.

He didn't know if he could follow through with that, but the good thing was that he doubted that they knew whether he could, either. It was a stand-off, dependent entirely on whether they wanted to risk pushing him the wrong way.

He doubted that they would. They hadn't so far.

The restraints were removed with the touch of a button, several servants stepping into the slave quarters with chairs in their arms. They set them down, and Minister and Chief alike took their comfort.

The three mammals looked at them, and he could see the debate in the eyes of Dog. He was considering a break for it, and the Minister slightly shook his head. The Doberman spotted it, lowering his eyes.

You know your place. You don't like it, but you know it. Bull...

Glancing at the large bovine, he could tell that the bigger mammal wanted to get out, but unlike Dog, Bull didn't have the guts to do it anymore. He was the one that had broken from fear as much as arousal, while Dog had broken from the simple overwhelming power of the mind control devices that they used. There was a big difference between the two, and he doubted that Bull would ever break free of that fear.

Dog...

Well, he would keep an eye on Dog, for now.

"Go to him," he said, gesturing at the Chief, throwing just enough force into his voice to make sure that the mammals didn't question it. "Serve him as he demands."

There was a delightful stiffening to the way that Bull and Dog stood together, their knees locking and their backs going straight as they were made to march across the room together. There was a lovely bobbing to their dicks, as well, a reminder of just how horned up they had become, how their arousal was never allowed to dip below a certain level. It was part of their training, and part of making themselves a visual pleasure as much as a physical one.

As they marched, the Chief undid his pants, allowing his already-growing erection to come free. It was pink and bright, and already rather wet from his own excitement, filling the room with a familiar scent.

The Minister rubbed his nose, shaking his head slightly at the way that it utterly overwhelmed everything else. He knew that it was in the nature of Saurians to declare their dominance that way, but it was still an annoyance to the nostrils, something that he would have preferred to do without.

That said, he supposed he could live with it. He had done worse to others, and the Chief still held his budget over his head.

As the two mammals fell to their knees before the Chief, the Minister fixed his eyes on the ram on the other side of the room. The naked mammal was soft, smooth, soft compared to his slaves, and he knew from one report that this one had been particularly soft-minded, eager to drop and serve. He imagined that this one had been dominated to a certain degree on its home planet, unable to really dominate another in the way that would be required to hold power.

It would be interesting to see just how those horns would work for giving him some oral pleasure, too.

"May I command yours, Chief?" he asked.

"Hmmm?"

"It is your slave. May I?"

"Ah, but of course."

The Chief gestured for him to take control, and he nodded his appreciation. After all, while the Chief could command his slaves, he could not command the Chief's. It was part of the whole hierarchy that they worked under, one that the mammals would do well to learn.

He gestured at the ram, calling him forward with that gesture. The mammal fell to his knees, crawling across the floor, his eyes soft and hazy and his smile growing the closer that he got to the Minister.

A pity that his mind is already wiped, or I might see if I could take a little information from it, the War Minister thought, shaking his head. It would make it easier to get information out of the Chief, at least.

Defense and War, always at odds. They were always chosen from those that could not get along, the Emperor always believing that it was better for opposites to be in conflict with each other, to never compromise their ideals. He certainly followed his side of that, and did his best to make sure that the Chief did the same.

After all, one could not have war without conflict, and nor could you mount a defense against an opponent that didn't exist. They required one another to be able to keep their own jobs, and that was something that they just had to live with.

The ram eventually reached him, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out. He didn't come any closer than an inch away from the Minister's crotch, his eyes locked on the Saurian's bulge. There was no denying the hunger in those eyes, the eagerness, but he didn't take it any further. He must have been trained to wait until he was told to do something rather than showing any initiative.

Just like the Chief. Take no risks, allow no rewards.

He glanced to his rival, watching as Dog and Bull sucked and licked around the other man's cock. The pair of them were quick and eager to suckle on it, doing their best to treat it like the glory of the Saurian Systems, and they were covering it in drool in short order. Not very well, though; the fact that it was two tongues treating it was probably the best part of the blowjob.

A surreptitious rebellion, he imagined. It was something that they probably thought that they could get away with, considering that he was supposed to be distracted. The joke was on them. He had noticed, and he already had plans for their punishment.

Shaking his head, he unzipped his trousers, fishing out his own erection. He wasn't as hard for the ram as he would have been for his own slaves, but it was hard enough to work with. He gripped it at the base with one hand, then grabbed the ram by the horns, guiding him down until those lips parted for his cock.

Gluk went the shaft down the ram's throat, and he kept his mouth open just enough for easy passage as the Minister grabbed him by the other horn, ramming his cock down the mammal's throat. In and out, in and out, in and out each thrust went, forcing the ram all the way down to the base of his cock before pulling him right back up.

Not one sound of protest, not one gag to clamp down on his cock and slow him down. If anything, the ram was like a cock-sucking machine, eagerly submitting himself to the pleasure of his master in hopes of getting some sort of reward for it. What kind of reward, the Minister couldn't guess, but it was clear that the little slut was eager to get something for all this work.

He shook his head, merely continuing to use the mammal as the sex toy that he had become. There was no reason to do anything gentle, no reason to take it slow. All he had to do was enjoy himself, thrusting his fat cock right down the slave's throat.

The horns made perfect handlebars, too, allowing him to buck deep, to thrust as hard as he wanted to see his cock disappear right into that neck. In and out, in and out, in and out he went, and each time he bottomed out, it felt amazing.

Not as amazing as the Chief seemed to be feeling, though, judging by the moans across the way. He risked a look out of the corner of his eye, seeing Bull bobbing his head up and down the Chief's erection while Dog tongued his balls. The pair of them had left a sloppy trail of drool up and down the superior politician's rod and balls, polishing them almost in the literal sense of the word.

He sped himself up, knowing that the Chief would cum soon. They'd shared slaves often enough that this was familiar to him, knowing when his superior was going to be blowing his load and preparing for it. It was only a matter of time.

The Chief thrust forward, bucking off his chair, savoring the touch of the mammals in the most hedonistic of ways. He was panting, huffing, grunting, the whole nine yards. About to cum, too, he grabbed the two mammals and forced their heads around the tip of his cock, making both Bull and Dog lick right around the head to get him off.

Knowing what was going to happen, the Minister shifted the ram slightly to the side, pulling him out of the firing range just before -

"MMMPH!"

The Chief came, and he came hard, shooting his load all across the floor. A few shots almost landed on the Minister's foot again, but he was far enough away that it didn't quite happen. Bull and Dog kept licking, too, right up to the point where the Chief pulled them away, holding them at arm's length from his cock.

And still, Dog was looking to resist. The Minister spotted the Doberman's fingers inching up along the edge of the Chief's pants, going for the blaster that was tucked away at the back of the waistband. Without even thinking, the Minister gestured, and Dog suddenly froze, whimpering.

A little too quick, perhaps, but better than risking a slave getting hold of a weapon, he thought, shaking his head. Too close...

Still, a gesture like that was supposed to be reserved for a slave trying to commit some sort of bodily harm on a person, not something to stop them from being stupid. Dog would be unable to use that hand for the next three days as punishment, and there was very little that the Minister could do to pull that punishment back a notch or two.

Not that he would for something that stupid. It was one thing to try and embarrass him. It was another thing to attempt to stage an escape attempt in front of his immediate superior. The fact that the Doberman had even thought such a thing would work told him that there was a lot of retraining that needed to be done.

Shaking his head, he pulled the ram down his cock one more time, letting go of his self-control just enough to blow his load down the mammal's throat. There was a soft gagging, finally, a sign that he had gotten past the mammal's training, and he pulled his cock back with a shake of his head.

"He is well trained, isn't he?" the Chief said.

"I suppose he is," the Minister replied, hiding his own reaction.

Well-trained? Hardly. There was no licking, no serving. Merely standing there like a breeding post and allowing someone to thrust down your throat was not talent. It was not pleasure giving. It was merely being a thing, a toy, an object. At least his slaves were able to do something for their master if they were told, rather than just standing there and taking it.

The Chief was slowly pulling his pants back up, getting to his feet. The Minister did the same, the chairs being taken away by servants that didn't need the attention that their presence would demand in other circles. The slaves continued to kneel before them, Dog nursing his wrist, Bull looking after him.

But he could tell from the look on the Chief's face that the bribe was far from done. He needed to do something else to secure his funding.

He looked at Bull, and smiled.

"Tell me, Chief. Have you ever heard that the mammals will allow supremacy based on things other than physical size?"

"I have not. Are you telling me that the big one would allow the small one to mount him?"

"I am saying that very thing."

"Really? That would be...most intriguing."

And arousing, judging by the continued bulge in his superior's pants. He nodded, gesturing at the slaves.

"Bull, you enjoy the services of Dog. Are you looking forward to being fucked?"

He should have guessed it would come. The hesitation, slight as it was, came just split second before the answer.

"Of course. I love when he fucks me, Master."

"..."

He shook his head. There were a number of gestures that the Institute-trained slaves were made to respond to. Some merely made them follow a pre-established command. Some, like what he had used with Dog, created a simulated neural response that made the brain believe that something was damaged or broken. Others...

The Minister gestured with one hand, and then slowly squeezed it into a fist. It was a simple gesture, but it was one that would prevent Bull from cumming for the next number of days equal to the number of fingers he'd held up.

He'd held up five. Five days of denial for Bull. Five days in which he would not be allowed to climax.

Bull whimpered, but got down to all fours, presenting his face to Dog and his ass to the ram. The smallest mammal, of course. Not surprising, and not quite so arousing as what the rest of the show could have been, but he had promised his superior that the big one would allow the small ones to fuck him.

The Chief and the Minister leaned against the walls as the mammals got started. Seeing Dog fuck Bull's face was something that he had watched a great many times, but this was just as good as it always was. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he watched the bovine suck down the dog's cock again and again, the thick shaft pushing that mouth wide open every time that it went balls deep.

The ram, on the other hand, was eager to grab the bull's ass cheeks and spread them, shoving his cock between and into that well-trained hole. The plugs from earlier had done their job, allowing the fuck to start without any lube at all. By this point, they were trained past needing it, and it was all the more enjoyable to watch them go at it.

"They are...better trained than I expected, Minister," the Chief said.

"I have worked with them for a while."

"They don't complain, despite their...difficulties?"

"Not for long."

"I see."

"Now, I believe that we had an arrangement?"

"Yes. Regarding your budget."

The Chief looked back at the show, his eyes slowly shifting from his slave to the Minister's. It was clear that he enjoyed the sight of the bobbing head of the bull, the thrusting hips of the Doberman. Despite the fact that they hated being made to fuck each other - a fact that he had been made aware of many times - they were going at it with a viciousness that made it almost look like they were hate-fucking. It was a dramatic counterpoint to the slow, eager thrusts that were happening on the other end.

It was rather fun, too. They were eager, happy to fuck, and then they were hating it. The pleasure was there, the Doberman obviously getting close from the pre-cum that was oozing out of the bull's mouth, but there was no way for Bull to have the same pleasure. That was his punishment.

"I will grant you the budget you want, on one condition."

"And that would be?"

"Your raiders return with samples of the locals."

The Minister smiled.

"Is the Defense Chief of Staff branching out into slave trading?"

"There may be some profit involved..."

"And would some of that profit find its way to my coffers?"

"We may call it bonus incentives."

They could not call it much else. War and Defense had to stay apart, had to keep a distance, or they would both lose their positions. They would be pushed out of the government, and for the secrets that they knew, possibly executed for getting too chummy with one another. The bribes, the hate, everything had to be at a fever pitch in order for their conflict to be completely believable.

And that was part of the fun, at least for him. The Defense Chief of Staff was more than willing to rest on his laurels, when the situation allowed. The War Minister, on the other hand, was supposed to be aggressive, pushing his limits and his boundaries.

Of course, never so far as to rise to his position, he thought, remembering how the Chief had once held his title. They had risen in conjunction with one another, him taking the other's title, and now...

Well, he had the easier job, and the Chief had the harder one. They had to be at odds, and only in the War Minister's case was aggression acceptable.

"I can fetch a few slaves during the raids...provided that my budget is high enough to have a few escape ships amidst the raiding ones."

"I will find a way to budget this."

"You had better, if you want something like this."

"After seeing their eagerness, how could anyone not?"

It was a truth universally acknowledged among Saurian kind. They were superior to the mammals in almost every way. They had better tech, better culture, and better societal rules. They knew their places, they understood what they were supposed to do. They were very, very good at all they did...

But if one wanted a lover that would make one feel appreciated, and truly satisfied, one must have a mammal. Heaven help the Systems if their opponents ever understood just how sought-after they were...

The End