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Posted: 2020-10-29 08:29:57
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>> #391978
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Raik Ulroc’s contract at the Quad Buster was almost at an end, and the Krogan knew that he needed to make a good impression to get it renewed. Particularly now that he had competition.
He glanced across the bar at the other Krogan that their employer, Ken, had taken on. Thuvek, another member of his clan, had turned up a couple of months ago. They both worked as bouncers, and…and…
Whatever the fuck else the battlemaster wants us to do, he thought when the memories wouldn’t come. There were vague things in the back of his head, little bits and pieces of walking across the club to the beat of the music, but that was probably just getting rid of some ass or another that had broken the rules.
Still, the Quad Buster had become the place on the Citadel for a good night out. He heard the people on the streets talking about it. Saying that the best shows and the safest nights were to be found there, as well as the best asses. Ulroc snorted. He was still waiting for those to show up.
A clatter of a shotglass coming down caught his attention, and he was on his feet immediately. The Krogan darted from the bar to the center of the club, out-pacing Thuvek to the source of the commotion. Two customers, one a Turian and the other a human, were grabbing for each other, and a broken glass had rolled off the table.
He pulled them apart without even trying, holding them by the backs of their armor.
“No fighting over the tables.”
“Yeah? Says who? A naked Krogan?”
Naked. The fact penetrated his head, followed by a short buzz, an itch in his plates before it disappeared again. The strongest Krogan was always naked. They didn’t need armor any more than a Thresher Maw did.
Ulroc slammed the pair of them together, knocking their heads off of one another. The human went down immediately, while the Turian groaned, cupping his forehead after the impact.
“You going to complain, Turian?”
“Ugh…no…”
“Good. Now get your ass to the counter and pay for the drink.”
“But the human –”
“You’re conscious, you’re paying. I’ll deal with the human.”
He pointed over his shoulder towards the bar, and after a few seconds, the Turian followed his directions. The spiky bastard didn’t let it go without a gesture over his shoulder, however.
Ulroc just chuckled. One of the perks of the job. Getting to fuck over the spiky assholes that lined most of the C-Sec ranks.
He was throwing the human over his shoulder when Thuvek walked over, the other Krogan growling at him.
“That wasn’t fair, Ulroc. This is my part of the club.”
“Tough luck, Thuvek. I’m just better.”
“Yeah? Then whose contract is up for renewal and whose isn’t?”
“The battlemaster ain’t seen the best I can do yet.”
“Hasn’t seen my best, either.”
Dropping the human on the floor, he stomped around until he was face to face with the smaller, darker Krogan. Their foreheads slammed together hard enough to bounce them apart, but they came at each other again just a second later. A hard-on that he was barely aware of poked forward, grinding against his rival’s.
There was a tingle, somewhere, in the back of his head. Something weird about this. Thuvek wasn’t even a part of his krat, let alone someone that he was any closer to. Why –
That damnable itch settled between his plates again, and what confusion he had faded. There was a flicker in Thuvek’s eyes, almost a pause there, and he took full advantage of it. Grabbing the other Krogan by the arm, he swung him around, sending him flying over the unoccupied tables and towards the open end of the club.
He leaped after him, but had barely straddled the other Krogan when their battlemaster shouted.
“Hey! Knock it off, guys!”
Both of them turned, looking at the human coming from around the counter. Ken, some blond-haired human that C-Sec had handed his parole to, walked over to them with a datapad in hand. Probably still going over numbers, like the businessman he was. Ulroc smirked at him, shaking his head…but he didn’t keep fighting. There was something about the order that kept him from going off.
Letting his rival scoot out from under him, he stood up, the pair of them standing side by side. Their chests thrust forward and they stood as if for inspection. Why? He didn’t quite know. But this was the battlemaster, human or not, and he had to show off.
The human shook his head at the pair of them, looking them over a few times.
“Now, why the hell are you trashing my club?”
Ulroc looked down at Thuvek, and Thuvek looked back. They turned to the human, and said as one.
“There can only be one Krogan here.”
“And why the hell is that?”
“Because I’m stronger –” Ulroc started, only to be interrupted.
“No, I am. There’s no doubt –”
“You dare think you’re better than me?”
“Better, stronger, faster, and with a bigger –”
“GUYS!”
They ignored the battlemaster, turning on each other again. Thuvek was already mid-way towards a headbutt, his head arched back for the challenge, while he was reaching for a weapon at his waist. He wasn’t going to take this anymore. He was going to –
Bzzzzzzz.
A heavy buzz filled the room, and both he and Thuvek stilled almost immediately. The feeling of it was like an itch and vibration scratching along his plates, settling down towards all of his inner organs and through his skull.
Ulroc grabbed at his head for a few seconds before his body seemed to go numb, and his mind went with it.
He wasn’t aware of what was going on outside of him, only feeling something like a scratching, scritching sound in the back of his mind. Like some bug…or a pen writing on paper.
A true Krogan doesn’t need to be the best, but only wants to be.
A true Krogan doesn’t have to be the best, but merely craves to be.
A true Krogan listens to his battlemaster, and not his rage.
A true Krogan feels his loyalty come before his pride.
The lines came like battle mantras in his head, but they were no less annoying for it. He growled, but it was a weak sound as the lines kept coming.
A true krogan lets himself be led. Strength is pure, and strength must be directed. To be the strongest, he submits to the leadership of another.
That…felt right. He couldn’t focus on being the smartest or the most cunning if he wanted to be the strongest as well. He found himself nodding, slowly.
A true Krogan will follow his battlemaster, being the fist of another. Smash for the cause of the battlemaster.
Smash for the cause of the battlemaster…now that, that was a Krogan saying if ever there was one. He smiled slightly.
A true Krogan will show his loyalty…and his ‘weapon’…and be measured by it instead of his brutality.
Weapon…weapon…He had the pistol, but Thuvek didn’t. That meant…did they…
A true Krogan’s most fearsome weapon lays between his legs…grip it, heft it, and pump it until it fires.
He heard a soft ‘click,’ and the world came back into focus. Ulroc groaned, even as he felt a hard throbbing between his legs, and as he looked up, he saw that the same throbbing was afflicting his rival. Thuvek looked at him, and he glanced back. They both smirked, and reached down for their dicks at the same time.
It didn’t matter that there were humans, Turians, Asari, Salarians and others looking at them from the bar. It didn’t matter that they could be seen from the Citadel streets as they jerked at themselves. It didn’t even matter that he could feel the eyes on his ass as much as he could on his cock.
All that mattered was that he was going to ‘out-shoot’ Thuvek so much that nobody could ever doubt his own power ever again.
“Heh…looks like you’re working with a shorter barrel there, Thuvek.”
“Ain’t the barrel that matters. I got the ammo.”
The other Krogan grabbed at his quad, squeezing them harder than any human would have dared touch their own sack. It was a dare to him, a taunt that he couldn’t do better.
He smirked, reaching down for his own balls. They were heavy, dragging down between his legs like training weights, and he gave them a tight, full tug. He pulled around them at the base, dragging them down several inches before letting go, grunting as they popped back up and smacked off his own crotch.
Their glares continued until the human stepped to their sides. Their battlemaster pulled them close, his arms around their shoulders as he turned them somewhat. They faced the crowd, but their eyes were focused on nothing but the dicks between them.
Ulroc refused to lose, pumping himself faster, using two hands rather than one, while Thuvek dared to put his hand on the human. He growled, grunting as he pumped his dick faster and faster, cocking and priming his ‘weapon’ over and over again.
The crowd was shouting something, chanting for them, but he didn’t make out what they said. It didn’t matter. He was so close, now, and he wasn’t going to be deterred by anything these weaklings had to say.
Up, down, up, down…
The battlemaster pulled them together, their cocks brushing each other, and it set them off. He and Thuvek pulled apart, facing the crowd as they blew their load, strings of cum shooting all over the floor, towards tables and over chairs, their quads showing why Krogans were so desired.
He was relieved when Thuvek hit the floor first, his own legs giving out a second later. The battlemaster stepped between them, chuckling.
“Well…I think I know who I am going to keep on, after that particular display…”
“Which one, Battlemaster?” Ulroc asked.
“Yes, which of us?”
“Well, I was thinking….”
THE END
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