Posted on 2020-08-24 08:33:06
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Continuation of the story:
Short version: the human man is using that tablet to plant suggestions in the alien's mind, including some sexual.
The krogan leaned on the bar, ignoring the continuous buzz as the human jotted down something else. Ken seemed obsessed with taking detailed notes. Must be buying time, Ulroc thought. Might as well relax while he gets himself together.

One of his hands slipped off the bar and brushed against his crotch. His fingers wrapped around his ‘weapon’ and he started stroking it, his hand lazily sliding up and down his length. He felt a few pleasant tingles as he teased his thick shaft, but it was an absent thing, something he was barely aware of. It was just a way to relax, and any warrior knew how much it helped.

He was vaguely aware of the club attendees looking his way, but unlike the rest of the ward’s population, they actually looked interested instead of freaked out. Ulroc smirked but didn’t speed up or stop.

“So, you were a captive of slavers for a while.”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t they sell you?”

A true Krogan admits all truths, even the embarrassing ones.

“They didn’t want to sell their strong trophy.”

“Trophy?”

A true Krogan is an excellent trophy, something to show off. And they showed you off. A true Krogan in their hands, and they tried to break you, using you like a toy.

“They had a Krogan on board, no weapons, no armor, and they didn’t have a female around.”

“Oh, so they –“

“Yeah. A lot.” Ulroc chuckled. “But I’m Krogan. I can take anything, and then dish it out again.”

“Heh, good to know that you can take a hit. There’s always a customer or two that can throw a punch.”

“Any of ‘em try it on me, and they’ll just break their hand.”

“Knowing you Krogans, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

The compliment made him smile. He was surprised that the human’s opinion actually mattered, but it did. Maybe there was something more to him than he thought. The buzzing intensified momentarily, then faded again.

Rubbing his head with his free hand, he looked at the crowd. The dancers continued their moves, but the other staff – not to mention the customers – had their eyes glued on him. They smiled and laughed at what they saw, though at least some of them tried to hide it.

One of them, however, had a communicator in hand. The fearful look on the human’s face immediately got Ulroc’s attention, and he turned to the bartender.

“One sec.”

He lumbered across the room, coming up behind the human as he kept muttering on his communicator. The human was quiet, but as Ulroc got closer, he heard some few scattered phrases.

“…C-Sec better get…crazy Krogan…could be a problem…”

“You got a problem with Krogans, human?”

The palm sized communicator disappeared as the human spun around. Sweat ran down his face and around wide eyes. His facial muscles twitched as he backed away nervously.

“You got a problem with me, human?”

“I, uh, I mean, I don’t have, not with –“

“You think you got this club all to yourself, huh?” He jabbed a finger into the human’s chest, knocking the man down. He stepped forward and pinned the human in place with a foot. “You think you get to decide who gets to be here and who doesn’t? C-Sec might be filled with varren dung, but they aren’t stupid. You want to call them in, it’ll be your ass they’re taking away. On a stretcher.”

“No, no! I don’t have anything against Krogans.”

“You were calling about a crazy Krogan. I don’t see anyone else here but me.”

“But you’re naked!”

“I’m a real Krogan. No real Krogan is ever naked and unarmed.”

“I didn’t say –”

“Get your ass out of here, human. You’re the one causing a problem.”

As soon as he shifted his weight, the human was off like a shot. Ulroc shook his head, turning back to the club.

A few guys clapped their hands in approval as he crossed the room. He grinned; it was good to see that a few customers that had their heads on straight.

The only downside was the buzzing sound. It was back with a vengeance after the quiet outside. It settled into his skull, vibrating away. He held his hand to the side of his head, smacking his plates a few times to try and dislodge the sound. It didn’t work, but it made him feel a little better.

A true Krogan is a fighter, but they always listen to their battlemaster. A true Krogan waits for an order before rushing off to deal with a problem. A true Krogan is not a loose cannon, but a precise weapon, to be aimed by his superior.

How could he forget something like that? Even when he had hunted his prey from bounty boards, he’d always gotten every bit of information he could before charging into the fight. The authorities had their rules, and he’d abided by them, and taken advantage of their superior intel to handle bigger targets. Hadn’t he? It was…

Yes, he’d been a weapon, something to be used for hunting and dealing with targets. He’d been paid for it, made a job of it, but he’d been the weapon of the bounty board. He was a true Krogan, and he had almost lost that status by going off without the approval of his superior.

By the time he reached the bar his smile was gone, and he hung his head.

“Sorry ‘bout that. That human looked like a troublemaker, and I wanted to deal with him fast. I should have waited for your order.”

“No worries about it this time, so long as it doesn’t happen again. Will it?”

A true Krogan doesn’t make the same mistake twice.

“A true Krogan doesn’t make the same mistake twice. It won’t happen again.”

Ken nodded, making another note on his pad. A human female walked by, pouring a little more of Ken’s drink. He took a sip before continuing.

“Anyway, you definitely got the fighting skills to be a bouncer, and looks like you’re a bit of a hit with the customers.”

“Everybody likes a fight.”

“Long as it doesn’t leave a body, yeah.”

“Heh, sometimes even then.”

“Let’s try to avoid that.”

“You’re the boss.”

“I’m the master.”

A true Krogan needs a battlemaster. A true Krogan needs a master.

Of course a Krogan needed a master. They were the directors of the warrior, the officer that kept the grunt from making a mistake. Ulroc bowed his head momentarily before looking up with a grin.

“You’re the battlemaster.”

“Glad you see it the same way.” Ken chuckled, looking at his pad. “Anyway, like I was saying, good fighting skills, lots of good references from your old job there. But that’s not going to be your only job here.”

“Huh?”

“You can be a bouncer and still have another role here, you know.”

“I…if you say so, battlemaster.”

“I do. How good are you at hearing specific things in a loud room?’

“I’m hearing you, aren’t I?”

Ken looked over the Krogan’s shoulder, gesturing at someone. The music turned up louder, not so much that the customers would complain, but it was more of a distraction now. It was a test to see how well he could hear orders during a rush, he realized, like a commander seeing if a grunt could hear orders over gunfire.

“During a rush, we close the doors after enough people get in, and we’ll need people walking the tables to get food out as well as get drinks to people. Can you hear orders out there?”

“Can you?”

Ken arched an eyebrow, nodding at various tables.

“Table three from the left, wants a Varren Twister. Table two from the door, wants two Salarian Slices. Table one on the right, wants a –“

“Alright, alright, I get it.”

“You can’t hear it?”

“No.”

“We’ll have to do something about that, otherwise you’ll have a problem.”

“But -”

A true Krogan takes any order his superior gives. A true Krogan takes his battlemaster’s order without protest or question.

“Yes?”

“…Yes sir.”

“Glad we covered that, didn’t want to have you surprised later.”

Vaguely aware of something strange, Ulroc flicked his gaze around the club. That buzzing sound kept changing, vibrating faster and slower inside his head, and he still couldn’t figure out where it came from. More than that, he was giving in to the human faster than he’d done to anyone in his life. Even with the slavers –

A true Krogan is strong enough to never worry. A true Krogan takes his orders, and lets his battlemaster do the worrying. A true Krogan is a weapon and a tool, and has no need to worry.

He stood up straighter, taking a deep breath before letting it out again. There was no need to worry. The human was an atypical battlemaster, but he was nevertheless a battlemaster. He would obey as long as he was employed. Any question he might have was above his paygrade and something for Ken to worry about.

Smiling, the bartender patted him on the arm. Ulroc looked down when the bartender gently tugged at him, realizing that he needed to stop ‘relaxing’. He let go, letting his hand rest at his hip instead.

“You’ll do fine here. But right now, we have something else to deal with.”

“What’s that?”

“You remember the call that customer was making?”

“Yeah, to C-Sec. Why?”

“I think he called again after you threw him out. Take a look.”

Ulroc turned to the club entrance and spotted a squad of C-Sec guards, two Turians and four humans. They saw him almost immediately, and the officer in charge – one of the humans, a redhead – gestured for the squad to go to each side before walking down the middle.

“Permission to engage?”

“Not yet.”

He watched them while trying to ignore the buzz’s return, gritting his teeth as they got closer and closer. Soon they would be difficult to deal with, too close to effectively fight in their limited groups. If Ken didn’t release him to fight soon –

A true Krogan is never without options in a fight. A true Krogan uses everything, from his mind, to his fists, to his body. A true Krogan knows how to win in any position, just as a true Krogan won from beneath against his slavers.

“No killing, but let’s see if you can outlast these guys, Ulroc. Show me what you got, and if you can win, you’re hired.”

That was all he needed to hear. He leaped off of the raised bar floor and charged. The Customers leaped out of his way as he ran towards the redhead in charge of the squad, his ‘weapon’ bared and pointed like a javelin.

The human barely had a chance to blink before he was toppled over, the Krogan grinning as he loomed over him. Staring at the ‘weapon’ in his face, the squad leader reached for his hip, but Ulroc stood on his hand, pinning him.

“Admiring my ‘weapon’, human?”

“Why the hell are you naked?”

“A Krogan is never unarmed and never unprotected.”

“That -”

“That coward called you, didn’t he?”

“What – yes, the one that you –”

“Well, he got what was coming to him. And you’re getting –”

A true Krogan offers respect to a fallen enemy, the ‘deepest’ respect possible.

“- What you deserve.”

“And what do I deserve, Krogan?”

“To know my strength.”

Ulroc grinned as he ripped the human’s armor off, bindings cracking before breaking. In seconds, the linked plates of armor littered the floor, and the squad leader lay on the table with his legs hanging off the edge. His upper body was still covered, but the warrior had been thorough in removing everything below the waist.

Chuckling at the human’s blush, the Krogan stepped back and climbed onto another table. He grabbed his shaft, pointing his ‘weapon’ down at the human, and the officer looked more confused than ever.

“You want to see the strength of a Krogan? You come here to fight me? Well, see what a true Krogan is.”

A true Krogan shows his body. Show it all, Ulroc. Show it all.

He spread his legs apart, letting everything hang loose. Flexing his arms, he made his muscles bunch up, not just for the officer but for the customers. Turning from side to side, he pulled his arms up, back, and to the sides, showing off his strength. A few people whistled and others clapped, but they didn’t matter. What mattered was his enemy’s response. The half-naked human continued to stare at him, jaw dropped, and his ‘weapon’ rose in response to the Krogan’s display.

Ulroc grinned, idly fondling himself before he flexed his arms again. The plates along it bulged outwards, and when he spoke, his voice was grunt-like, deep.

“See this, human? This is the strength of a Krogan. This is my strength!”

“I…see that, but you can’t –”

A true Krogan even shows his weakness, because he is too strong for it to matter.

With his grin growing, he turned around. As he bent over, one of the plates running down his back raised up to show the flesh beneath, and he heard the human gasp. He knew what he’d seen. The same thing that C-Sec officers had stared at over the last month. Flexing his ass to show off his muscles not only let the human see that his strength went everywhere, but also showed off the hole between his plates.

“I am Krogan, and no Krogan is afraid to show themselves to anyone.”

The human’s eyes were glued to Ulroc’s ass, and the initial stiffening at his crotch had turned to a full erection. If the human touched himself, he wouldn’t have been surprised if the officer blew in seconds.

The other C-Sec officers had turned to Ken and the bar. They were asking questions, he would bet. The music was too loud to hear anything, but –

A true Krogan lets humans fuck him all the time.

For the first time, the voice didn’t make sense. He paused, standing up and rubbing his head, groaning as he rubbed his plates. Ken grabbed the pad back from one of the officers as he tried to puzzle out where that thought had come from. The others made some sense, but –

A true Krogan is strong enough to not fear submission. A true Krogan may submit even to a human, because his strength is true.

Now that was true. No human could ever claim to be stronger than a Krogan, and submission to them was a mockery to the human more than to a real Krogan. Ulroc grinned as he turned back to the squad leader.

“Do you doubt my strength, human?”

The human shook his head rapidly.

“Good. I’d have to snap limbs off next.”

He leaped down from the table, strutting over to the officer. He paused and looked down at the human’s crotch. The officer gasped as thick fingers tightened around him, squeezing his cock and jerking him at a quick pace.

“Got a hair trigger there, human. Get it out and you’ll last longer.”

The officer lost it in seconds. Leaning his head back to avoid getting splashed, Ulroc jerked the human off until his ‘weapon’ stopped firing, pulling his hand back when he felt it go soft. He shook his head at the human’s lack of stamina. C-Sec bastard, probably only got his job through his connections or something; they didn’t bother testing them for strength anymore.

With the human slumped over the table, he jogged back to his battlemaster. Ken grinned while the C-Sec officers stared. It wasn’t the same shocked look from the ward inhabitants, but it wasn’t far off. There was a hint of awe in it, however, and that was definitely better.

“Threat handled, sir.”

“Yes, I saw. You have a quick hand and good reflexes, Ulroc. You’ll definitely be a good employee here.”

“So, that mean you made up your mind yet?”

“Almost. I’d like you to deal with these other men too, just to make sure that you got the stamina to handle the long shifts.”

He expected a little fear from the humans, considering the way that he’d dealt with their commander, but most of them grinned. When the humans started taking off their armor, he shook his head. Humans had to be the cockiest fighters in the universe, but at least they had the guts to try fairly, unlike the Turian fucks in the squad.

“You want me to pile ‘em up by their commander when I’m done, battlemaster?”

“No, just leave them where they are.”

One of the C-Sec men, bald and muscled, arched his eyebrow at Ken.

“He calls you battlemaster already?”

“What can I say? I know how to handle guys like him, and we get along.”

“What’s the hold up, C-Sec? We gonna fight or what?”

A true Krogan has no need to batter an opponent into submission. In a contest, a true Krogan humbles an opponent by winning in a better way. A true Krogan can win by breaking libido rather than breaking limbs.

It took him a moment to understand, but he grinned at the implications. The human commander had demonstrated how little stamina he had; dealing with his subordinates should be simple.

He tackled the bald man to the ground and straddled his chest. ‘Weapon’ dripping over the human’s face, he reached back and grabbed at the human’s shaft. It throbbed, but it wasn’t soaked the way that his commander’s had been.

“You’re stronger than your battlemaster. You should have taken his place.”

“Regs don’t allow that.”

“They should.”

The Krogan swept his leg out at the Turian flanking him, knocking the chitinous alien to the ground. The skeletal aliens always bugged him, looking down on him like they were better than he was. Well, now they’d know he was the better fighter. They could stare all they wanted, but this one would know he couldn’t –

A pair of arms grabbed him from behind, yanking him to his feet. They were stronger than he expected, shoving him onto a table despite his struggles. His arms were pinned by one human each, while another human and the standing Turian grabbed his legs. They held him spread-eagle, showing his ‘weapon’ off as well as the hole beneath it. His former ‘victim’ stood up, stroking his shaft and chuckling.

“You better remember that we fight as a group, Ulroc. Lone wolves don’t do well against pack hunters.”

“Heh, and you pack hunters get cocky when you outnumber someone.”

Wriggling one leg free, he kicked the Turian and used his momentum to spin around. The move had just enough force to free his limbs, and the squad ducked back as he rolled off the table.

He had to admit, they had good reflexes. The Turian he’d kicked away leaped for him as soon as he got to his feet, but Ulroc was ready. Grabbing his opponent by the back of his armor, he spun the officer around and threw him over the bar. The impact sent drinks flying, but nothing serious.

The remaining officers walked around the table, circling him cautiously. The naked humans seemed eager, but wary, while the Turian frowned, face tight with anger. Ulroc decided to deal with him first; the armor kept him from beating the officer the easy way, and besides, the Turian pissed him off.

He barreled into him, knocking the Turian into a table. Grabbing him by a gap in his torso armor, he lifted his opponent off of the table and smashed him against the ground. One good kick rolled him onto the dance floor, starling the people still enjoying themselves but effectively knocking him out of the fight.

The humans rushed him, two pinning him down against another table. This time they slammed his face against it. A third human ran up his back and straddled his hump, robbing him of leverage and holding him down. Ulroc kicked wildly, but all he managed to accomplish was sliding himself further onto the table.

“Heh, so the lone wolf managed to knock out two members of the pack.”

“Two of the stronger members, humans; you aren’t nearly as strong as a Turian by yourselves.”

“Not as strong as a Krogan either, but we got you.”

“Only until you –”

SMACK!

His eyes widened as his ass was smacked. For a split second, the realization of being naked – something that he hadn’t fully registered – came rushing back into his mind. He realized he’d been walking through the Citadel like this, realized why people had been staring at him, and why Krogans whispered about him. It was all coming back to him, including his real history instead of the fake slaver thing that he’d believed until now. Where had that –

A true Krogan doesn’t care about the past. A true Krogan lives in the now, lives in the moment, and follows the orders that he has.

The human’s hand stroked his ass as the Krogan tried to think. He lived in the moment, but this was the wrong moment. He was a proud warrior, not a piece of meat for humans to –

A true Krogan has no fears. A true Krogan may submit to anything, knowing he’ll come out stronger for it later.

But a true Krogan wouldn’t be caught like this, and a true Krogan wouldn’t –

Then you must be a true Krogan, and outlast the attackers. The future will come when it comes, but a true Krogan deals with the present, with the moment. Outlast, and win.

Outlast…and win. That was one thing that he could do. But the answers better come fast and they better come true after this, or there were a lot of heads that were going to roll.

The hand pulled back, replaced by something else. It felt hard and thick, like something he’d been stroking not long ago. It pressed under his plates, between his ass cheeks. It was big, and more importantly, dry. He didn’t know about humans, but Krogan males didn’t self-lube. He grit his teeth, reminding himself that he just had to outlast them.

The shaft pressed in and spread him open. It wasn’t so huge that his ass tried to keep it out, but damn did he have to work to handle it. Growling against the table, Ulroc stomped with one foot.

“Heh, think you can take this, Ulroc?”

“Krogan can take anything, and I’m Krogan.”

The humans laughed, but he ignored them. This felt oddly familiar, like this had happened before. It was foggy, but he swore he remembered spreading his legs wide and let human after human shove things into him. It was ridiculous, but yet so –

He bit back a roar as the human forced himself in deeper, the weird helmet tip of his shaft rubbing him weirdly. Grumbling and muttering, Ulroc had no choice but to stare straight ahead as the human rutted him like some randy varren.

Be a true Krogan, Ulroc. A true Krogan never loses; they can always turn the situation around. Be a true Krogan, and outlast.

Outlast, outlast; was that all the voice could say? It was repeating itself, and all he could think about was how he could outlast the humans. What was he supposed to do?

Admittedly this wasn’t that hard to get used to; once the human had hilted himself, it was just a matter of lying there and letting him hump. He stopped squirming, letting the human rut him. After a few minutes, he barely felt it, particularly when he realized just how many eyes were on him and the four C-Sec officers.

All of the Quad Buster had turned to watch the action going on, and nobody bothered to look away. Universal grins showed just how much they loved the show, and he was damn sure that he saw a few recording devices. Some of them were damn well filming this, recording the humiliation –

A true Krogan never feels humiliation.

Slights on his honor –

A true Krogan’s honor can’t be slighted.

The weakness of the officers at having to pin a Krogan to use him. A small grin spread across his face as the officers continued to fuck him, the human behind him getting more frantic with each thrust, each one sliding in a bit harder and less rhythmically than the last one. The other men were distracted too, stroking themselves to the sight.

When the one fucking his ass came, Ulroc acted. He shoved back, breaking out from beneath the distracted officers. He shoved the stunned fucker back, knocking him onto a table behind them, before grabbing the ones that had restrained his arms and throwing them after him. The one on his hump was so inconsequential that he just ignored him, walking with the human like a bit of baggage on his hump.

He paused in front of the table, looking down at the groaning weaklings. He smirked, reaching back and running a finger along his hole. Collecting some of the cum oozing out of it, he held it up for them to see.

“You had to pin a Krogan to use him, and you barely got a bit out of him.”

They stared, looking from his face to his ‘weapon’ and back again. They didn’t dare move. Aside from the thud of the music, there was no sound in the club. Everybody waited to see what he’d do, what a real Krogan would do.

A true Krogan –

“You better hope that the four of you can outlast me, but I doubt it; my quad’ll outlast your tiny sacs any day.”

The humans smiled, but none as widely as before. Ulroc picked one at random and mounted their ‘weapon’. With his hole full of human juices, it was easy to slide on, and he grinned as the human moaned. He wasn’t letting them up until he knew they were empty and humiliated.

His battlemaster watched from the bar, still holding that pad and smiling. Ulroc didn’t know why, but it didn’t matter. He was Krogan, and now everyone knew it.

#

Two sore Turians and five humans walked out of the Quad Buster, each one nursing an injury. The Turians had bruises on their faces and backs, while the humans clutched their crotches. Not one of them walked normally, each of them looking like they owned the busted quad the club was named for.

Ulroc panted and grinned. His face and ass were painted white after the events of the last few hours, but he’d outlasted them all. He’d outlasted four humans and still had some staying power left. He was a true Krogan.

To the cheers of the crowd, he walked up to the bar again. His hand lazily slid down to his crotch as he smirked at his boss. The bartender leaned forward, elbows on the bar and chin in his hands.

“Well, you definitely got the stamina that I need.”

“Damn straight.”

“And you know how to handle yourself in a fight.”

“If you took this long to figure that out, maybe I should be battlemaster.”

“Heh, you’re too eager to run into a fight. You need someone to hold a leash now and then.”

Normally that comment would have bothered him, but today he was flying high. Nobody could beat him, not in a fight and definitely not in a fuck.

Ken shrugged before reaching under the bar. He pulled out a glass and handed it over.

“What say we celebrate your new employment? I got something special just for this, if you got the quad for it.”

“You bet I do. Pour it.”

Chuckling, the human ducked down and pulled out a small sphere. It vibrated in his hand, and as soon as he saw it, Ulroc felt the buzzing hit harder than ever. His arm moved slow as he tried to press it to his head. It was so heavy, and it felt like he was swimming through some sort of syrup.

Ken passed the orb to him, forcing him to take it. As soon as he touched it, Ulroc froze, his mind filled with the voice. It was no louder than before but it was much harder to ignore.

You will be a true Krogan. You will obey orders. You will be a true Krogan. You will do as your battlemaster says. You will be a true Krogan. You will obey orders.

Paralyzed, he could only watch as his drink was poured and placed in his hand.

“Drink.”

His arm moved mechanically, lifting the drink to his mouth as the voice continued to drone away in his head, wiping away his own thoughts before they could form and replacing them with pride. It filled him with the pride of being Krogan and being strong. It filled him with the confidence of being so mighty that he could do anything for anyone and he wouldn’t lose his honor. His pride was his power, and that could never be taken from him.

“Drink.”

Again his arm moved, his worries drifting away with the drink and the words. There was nothing to be worried about. No true Krogan had fears, and he was nothing but a true Krogan.

His battlemaster leaned back. Orders. He needed orders, and his battlemaster was the supreme authority.

“I’m almost tempted to shove that sphere up your ass, just to make sure that all the conditioning sticks this time, but I’d never get it out again. Just…hold onto it for a few hours, and bring it back here. And keep drinking.”

Nodding, he downed another glass. It was refilled immediately but he barely noticed, his mind entirely on the voice that refused to shut up and the slowly fading buzz in his plates