Anger Management

He was driven more than usual lately, his mood irritable and unhappy, which made his officers avoid him due to his more prickly temper. It had been so very long since he'd had someone who could dominate him, helping him relieve the surfeit of anger he carried most all the time. He needed it.....to be totally submissive to a strong male so that he could give up all responsibility and be free for just a short time was what he sought but couldn’t find lately.

The very last time he'd felt that kind of freedom had been when he was a young officer and had allowed a superior to give him what he needed......it had been fantastic. However, that had been a long time ago and he now held too much rank to be able to trust someone well enough to allow himself to be used that way again. So here he was frustrated, constantly seeking a moments pleasure that never sated his deep seated need or relieve the constant stresses he was under.

The Eclipse was a seemingly harmless club from the outside but once in its male dominated interior, one was surrounded by testosterone set on high. Wild, intense music pounded the air and walls with strobe lighting spraying a rainbow of color over all.

He chose this place because a little of everything sexual could be had and it maintained his anonymity. Unfortunately, as many times as he came here and indulged, he still left frustrated. Tonight was no exception, as he finished with an unsatisfactory sub that he really felt like throwing out of the privacy room they'd just utilized.

Grinding his teeth in frustration he bulled his way out the door and into the hall. The males mingling up and down the long hallway quickly pressed themselves against the walls to avoid the glowering powerhouse as he came striding toward them, heading for the exit.

He was nearly to the door that led out to the main area of the club when one of the many doors lining the hall sprang open and a way too familiar figure appeared. A grin that was more a grimace rather than pleased satiation, was on the face that flicked his way as the male entered the hallway to leave.

As their eyes met, they froze. The hall went silent suddenly and fear spiked the air from the watching bystanders as they realized there might be a fight impending.

"What the fuck are you doing here, McGregor?" The powerhouse snarled in rising anger.

"I have as much right to be here as you, Colonel!" The mercenary known as McGregor growled, making the title an epithet.

The marine Colonel’s frustration exploded into a berserker fury as he launched himself at the sneering visage before him. McGregor only had a second to react to the sudden attack before the Colonel slammed into him and sent them both flying to the floor of the room the mercenary had just left.

Snarling and spitting curses they rolled around the floor attempting to take out the other. McGregor was surprised and shocked at the Colonel’s response to their normal verbal fencing. It was obvious, the man was in a foul mood and the mercenary had picked the wrong day to rag him. No matter what the reason was, there was no way he was letting the big man beat him.

He got his feet up and under the heavy body, kicking the Colonel hard in the chest, sending him flying to the opposite wall. He quickly got to his feet just as the marine got to his and launched himself at his opponent again.

For the next thirty minutes, they pounded the crap out of each other, blood splattered and sprayed the walls and each other as fists split lips and knuckles bled. Neither gave any quarter to the other. Though the Colonel was significantly heavier and bigger than McGregor, in skills they were nearly equally matched. Years of frustration and hatred spilled out as they took their fury out on each other.

The walls shook with the blows struck against them and the sounds of groans and roars could be heard in the hall. Males were standing with a mix of fear and excitement as they listened to the two powerhouses pound on each other. The door had been slammed shut by one of them when they collided with it.

The manager, having heard there was a fight going on in one of the rooms, had arrived with two of his bouncers. He was about to pull the door open when one of the watching men halted him.

"Hey! You don't want to go in there, bud!" The guy with a mop of flaming locks warned.

"Mind your own business. As a matter of fact, all of you be off. We'll handle this." The manager snarled in annoyance.

"I'm telling you, it ain't healthy for you to go in there. Colonel Midigen spotted that mercenary, McGregor and they went after each other," the guy insisted.

The manager's eyes widened and he turned his head to the door when a particularly loud roar filled the air. He frowned, anger mixed with fear flashing across his face then he turned back to the red headed male again.

"Crap! Midigen and McGregor?” He demanded in disbelief.

The entire hall of males nodded their heads solemnly.

"Shit!" The manager said, groaning. "Alright, Tank, stay here and guard the door and keep everyone away. There's nothing we can do but let them get it out of their system. No telling how long that will take. Then call an ambulance if one of them needs it when that door finally opens." He growled out orders to the one bouncer he left to be guard then he stalked off in frustrated anger followed by the other guard. The room was going to need major repairs when that pair finished with it.

Inside, the pair under discussion had stopped briefly from their mutual grudge match. Each sported liberal amounts of each others blood besides their own. Their chests heaved as they caught their breathes. Midigen's eyes fairly glowed with barely held in check animosity while McGregor’s expression was one of arrogant humor.

The room reeked of the scent of blood, testosterone and a hint of arousal. The battle had increased Midigen’s need to be dominated. It sang through his body loudly and was getting harder to ignore. This man was a near match for him and the desire to let the arrogant mercenary dominate him was becoming a loud roar in his ears. No amount of chastising himself could halt the need. Infuriated by his lack of control and intense desire, he lunged at McGregor once more.

McGregor was eyeing the marine with anger and confusion. It felt good to finally pound on the object of his long held hatred but now he could sense something more going on. Midigen seemed driven beyond his need to take down his constant antagonist. The scent of arousal was not a surprise as even he got a little hot and bothered when his blood was up in battle and doubted the Colonel was any exception, but the look in the man’s eyes was a confusing mix of fury and need.

The need was what had McGregor frowning in puzzlement. He didn't have time to analyze it further when the maddened Colonel charged him again. They grabbled for dominance once more with McGregor succeeding in swinging the big body around and flinging it against a wall. Before Midigen could regain his feet, McGregor slammed the man back down to the floor again, pinning him.

The response he got once he had Midigen pinned was not what he'd expected.

Midigen grunted under the weight of the powerfully built mercenary but it was the feel of that hard body and something else that caused him to groan in hot desire. His body seemed to no longer be under his control as his hips came up to rub the hardened shaft he could feel against his butt. His head went down and his posture took a submissive stance.

McGregor was shocked when the hardened marine went submissive beneath him. He nearly groaned himself when the man rubbed himself against the his erection in obvious demand.

'Was he serious?' He thought in bewilderment. No way would he be accused of rape even if the Colonel seemed to be asking for sex. He jumped away from the man and watched him warily.

Stunned, Midigen groaned in needy disappointment and didn't move for a moment then with a growl of humiliation and renewed fury he lunged to his feet and stared at his opponent, a mixture of lust denied and anger reflected in his eyes.

"What's the deal Colonel?" McGregor demanded.

Midigen couldn’t answer, it was too personal to voice aloud so he just stood there grinding his teeth and getting ready to attack again.

"Look, getting heated up during battle is normal but I've got the distinct feeling you're needing something more. Before I take your obvious invitation I want to be certain you're in your right mind before I do anything like that. I won't be accused of rape after!" McGregor ground out. Oddly enough he was willing to dominate the man, much to his surprise.

The blinding hatred he'd felt for the stiff-necked marine for interfering with his livelihood and putting him in jail more than once, as well as all the other times they’d clashed, had muted over the succeeding years. Over time, they’d developed a grudging respect for each other. It helped that McGregor held to some of the same firm moral principles that Midigen did. While not completely burying the hatchet, they could and did work with each other when they happened to be on the same mission.

Midigen's eyes widened in surprise. He’d never credited McGregor with having much perception into the human spirit but in this case, he’d actually fathomed what plagued the marine with amazing accuracy.

He hated admitting that he respected the mercenary and his fighting ability. Just as he couldn't hide from himself the admiration and hunger for the powerful body displayed before him. Somehow, the thought of letting his antagonist dominate him didn't seem like such a ridiculous idea. The man did have as strong a moral compass as he did, which was clearly demonstrated by his unwillingness to take a person sexually without asking first for the right.

"I hate admitting a weakness, least of all to you but I have needed a dominating partner for a very long time. It gets wearing to always be in charge. Even I need to feel submissive....to feel free once in a while but I haven't had anyone I trusted enough to submit to since I was a young officer," he ground out, flushing a little in embarrassment.

"Actually, I do understand that. I had someone who would do that for me but he moved away a few years ago. I've been a bit frustrated since then as well. None of these..." McGregor grimaced, gesturing to the club around them, "...here have ever met my need. So I'm guessing they don't do it for you either! No surprise there!” He grunted, giving the Colonel a tight smile. “Fine! I'd be happy and willing to take you down and give you what you need with you giving back the same. I just needed to be sure you were willing...no regrets after," the mercenary said bluntly, a slight questioning tone in his voice.

"None! Surprisingly, I do trust you to do what I need without using any animosity we have for each other to abuse the right," Midigen grudgingly agreed, giving the other a tight smile.

"Heh! Well that's nice to hear...so how far do you want to go? You into pain and how much? McGregor asked, getting down to business.

Midigen nodded to himself. ‘Excellent!’ He thought. A good dominant would ask the rules of the game before starting. Maybe this unlikely pairing would work after all. Clearing his throat he said, "restraints, light whipping, spanking, choking, electricity, heat, cold, light pain, toys. No pee, burning, open wounding, no damage to face or genitals. Safe word...HALT."

Nodding, McGregor responded, “agreed......same rules but we also switch places......safe word...FLY"

Midigen’s eyes gleamed with wicked expectation when he heard that addition. “So you trust me as well, excellent. I think we’re going to have a great session. Just so you know, I won't go easily. You will have to get me to submit again."

"My pleasure!” McGregor leered. “Shall we start......fight for starting position?”

“Sure, why not,” the marine grunted in agreement, anticipation in his eyes as he moved off and took a set position at one end of the room.

They launched at each other and wrestled for dominance once more. The battle was more intense this time as the Colonel fought himself as well as the mercenary. It took another thirty minutes before McGregor finally gained the upper hand again.

Pinning Midigen in a half nelson, McGregor held him on the floor until he felt the marine submit after several minutes more of struggle. Not releasing his grip, he reached down and yanked the Colonel’s sweat pants down over his butt then did the same with his own. Neither of them were wearing underwear.

Skipping all preliminaries, he rammed himself fully into Midigen's unprepared channel. The marine roared and bucked but didn't try to escape despite the sudden, sharp pain of penetration. His face alight with lust, McGregor growled happily as he began to pound the Colonel’s hot channel brutally.

Midigen groaned and panted, his bare hands scrabbling for purchased on the thin carpet covering the floor. The pain from brutal and forceful penetration felt incredible. He was so hot and the feel of the heavy male pounding into him was glorious. He let his mind go free as McGregor tore into him taking him higher and higher.

Reaching under Midigen’s writhing body, McGregor grasped the hard and weeping cock firmly in his big hand and began pumping it in time with his thrusts. The ride was wild and intense but eventually had to end.

With twin roars of completion, the mercenary filled the marine’s channel with hot sperm while the Colonel sprayed the floor beneath them. They shuddered as waves of pleasure coursed through them before finally collapsing in a heap.

The suddenly quiet room echoed with the sound of loud panting for some minutes. Then McGregor pulled free and got to his feet. Reaching down, he yanked the Colonel to his feet and pushed him toward the bed. Dropping face first onto it, Midigen didn't know what the man had planned but couldn’t wait for it to begin. He didn’t regret giving in to this rather unusual pairing....it was paying off in spades so far.

"Strip!" McGregor suddenly barked. Midigen jerked at the sharp command but quickly took the rest of his clothing off and tossed them to the side before laying back down. McGregor had done the same and was now studying his ‘victim’ thoughtfully.

The bed had restraints on it.....perfect for what he planned. “Flip to your stomach!” He commanded. Midigen did so quickly, his body already quivering with need and desire, making McGregor grin with pleasure as he went to a nearby cabinet and looked over the contents before selecting a few items and returning to the bed.

Laying the things next to the supine body, he fetched the hard, well toned butt a hard slap. He was pleased when Midigen didn’t do anything more than hiss between his teeth. This was going to be good. Picking up a blindfold, he went to the Colonel’s head and slipped it over the man’s eyes. He went back to his items and grasped a smooth metal device into his palm. Flicking a small switch on it, he applied the device to Midigen’s butt lightly.

Midigen gasped and bucked as a jolt of electricity shot through him. Before he had time to recover, another jolt was delivered, this time to his rib cage. For the next ten minutes, McGregor touched the small taser to various parts of the big man's anatomy. When he stopped, Midigen was trembling and panting, his cock hard again. The mercenary switched from the taser to an ice cube. This he ran up and down between the marine’s thighs and the back of his ball sack.

Midigen sucked in a sharp breath of shock at the incredible sensations that raced through his body as McGregor traced the cube up the marine’s spine. Midigen couldn’t hold back the whimper of pleasure that was overwhelming him, bucking and writhing as much as the cuffs would allow. As a final act, McGregor let an ice cube melt between Midigen's shoulder blades as he returned to using the taser.

He touched the bottom of Midigen’s bare feet making the man yell wildly and try to jerk his feet away from the delicious torment. Grinning wickedly, McGregor moved the taser to Midigen’s inner thighs, lightly touching one then the other. He watched in satisfaction as the huge ball sack between the man’s legs tighten up against the body, the hard cock weeping precum.

Desisting with that, McGregor laid the taser down then went back to the cabinet to retrieve a tube of lube and a strap. Climbing the bed behind the supine man, he lubed up his prominent erection, tossing the tube to the floor, then reaching up to Midigen’s neck, he wrapped the strap around it.

Laying down until he covered the other man completely, he pressed his lips to Midigen’s ear and whispered, huskily, “are you ready to fly?"

"Yesssss!" Midigen hissed through his teeth, his excitement palpable to the other man.

McGregor pulled the strap tight around Midigen’s throat and eased himself into the man’s heated channel once more. Holding the strap firmly, he moved his hips slowly at first then more and more quickly until he was setting a punishing rhythm of pounding into Midigen while his hand tightened the strap gradually tighter and tighter.

Midigen felt his air flow being restricted gradually, all the while he was being fucked good and hard. His heart hammered and he was harder than any time he could remember. He was indeed flying as lack of oxygen made his head light and bleary.

McGregor was enjoying the ride but was still very much aware of how much pressure he was applying to his sub. When he heard Midigen begin to wheeze harshly, he quickly released the strap and felt the man’s channel squeeze him tight as the marine took a huge lungful of air while his head spun, sending him into a hard climax, spraying the bed beneath him.

Thrusting two more times all the while being squeezed hard by his sub sent McGregor soaring over the edge with a roar.

Midigen felt incredible. All that pent up frustration he'd been harboring for so long simply fell away and left him at peace, his body enjoying the endorphin high.

McGregor lay limply on top of the marine as he heaved for breath. That had been fantastic and Midigen had turned out to be a great sub.

After resting for some twenty minutes and both getting some water from the cabinet, Midigen gave McGregor a speculative look. The mercenary felt a shiver of anticipation ripple over him.

"My turn!" Midigen announced in a much deeper, darker voice. "Assume the same position I did on the bed!" He ordered as he went to the cabinet and looked over the selection.

McGregor finished his water then went to the bed and did as ordered. He loosened his body by stretching and flexing. He could hardly wait to see what the Colonel had in store for him.

Midigen returned to the bed and cuffed McGregor to it then blindfolded him. Laying his selections on the bed he chose one item. He grabbed the lube McGregor had tossed to the floor and applied it to the man’s rear and to the toy he was holding. Tossing the tube to the floor again he carefully and slowly worked a huge dildo into McGregor’s channel.

The mercenary groaned in surprise and a little pain. He'd not taken anything so big for a long time. The big man took his time inserting the toy, after all, he really didn't want to rip the man’s passage, that wasn't part of the game. It took a good five minutes to finally push the huge toy into the mercenary’s channel but finally it was completely in.

McGregor was panting and groaning at being filled so completely, his own cock hard as steel and weeping precum.

Midigen now reached for another of the items he had selected. Flicking his arm sharply, a loud crack filled the air making McGregor jump at the sound. With careful precision, the marine began to flick the whip's tip onto the supine man’s body in random spots. The whip laid open very small cuts all over the mercenary’s backside.

McGregor cried out in shocked pleasure at the feel of the burn from the whip. The stings were setting him on fire but not enough pain to ruin the fun. Pleased with his work, Midigen set aside the whip after a time and reached for something else. To McGregor, it seemed to be taking the Colonel a long time to get on with whatever he was planning.

Midigen chuckled softly as he noticed the mercenary showing signs of impatience. It was taking him several minutes to heat what he had in his hand to the temperature he wanted but soon it was just right. He carried the vessel over to the mercenary and dipped a small brush into it.

Raising the brush over one of the whip marks, he let the liquid drip onto each whip mark. McGregor gasped and writhed as something almost too hot was dripped onto his cuts. Midigen dripped the warmed honey on other, more sensitive places, when he'd finished the cuts.

McGregor groaned, shuddered, and writhed at the feel of the hot honey running over his butt crack and seeping in and down to his tight ball sack. He’d never experienced such sensations before and they were driving him mad with need.

Moving to the man’s head, Midigen dipped his finger into the vessel then rubbed the hot honey on the man’s lips, coating them. Next, he slipped his honey covered finger into McGregor’s mouth when he opened it. The over heated man sucked on Midigen’s finger for a moment, making Midigen even harder.

Pulling his finger out of the sucking mouth with a soft pop, he set the honey aside and climbed on the bed to mount the wildly excited man. He removed the large dildo making McGregor moan at its loss but cry out in excited pleasure when Midigen replaced it with his own hot pole.

Midigen’s big body covered the mercenary completely while he thrust hard and fast, pressing down with his chest on McGregor’s shoulder's and head forcing the man’s face into the bed. The mercenary managed to raise his hips a little, wanting Midigen to penetrate him as deeply as possible.

McGregor was losing his ability to breathe as his nose and mouth were pressed harder into the bedding, blocking any chance for air while Midigen continued to pound him unmercifully into the mattress. McGregor was beginning to see spots before his eyes and things were becoming hazy when the weight on top of his shoulders and head lifted suddenly and his head was jerked up by its hair. Taking a huge gulping breath sent lightning through his body making him climax violently, body bucking upward in reaction.

Midigen growled in triumph as he emptied himself into the mercenary. It had been a great ride. His arms trembled as he waited till the tremors eased before withdrawing from the supine male and rolling to his side. After he caught his breath, he got up and released McGregor from the cuffs.

McGregor groaned and slowly rolled to a seated position. "Wow! Colonel that was incredible. You certainly know your stuff," he admitted in reluctant admiration.

"Thank you! So do you!" Midigen said with a lopsided grin. "You did exactly as promised and I feel better than I have in a very long time."

McGregor gave him a wicked grin. "Maybe we should do this again sometime. It certainly allows us to rid ourselves of some of our more toxic dislike and pent up anger," he suggested snickering.

Midigen eyed the mercenary in askance but didn't write off the suggestion completely. It had relieved some of their pent up anger and that could only benefit them in their chosen careers.

"Maybe McGregor...we'll see." Was all he was willing to say.