The Mittani. It was a name that he enjoyed very much -- a name innately associated with his many accomplishments. Slayer of BoB, king of Deklein, supreme ruler of EVE Online. It was only fitting that such a campaign of wins be attached to a name beginning with "the", for there could only be one Mittani. The Mittani.

A name screamed out a dozen times already by the larger man pinned beneath him. "What's my name?" Mittani asked, prodding him in the ass with his erection. "Mittani!" came the immediate and obedient reply. He slapped him on the backside admonishingly, leaving a red outline on his fatty buttock.

"The!"

There was a short pause. "R-right! The Mittani!"

This invigorated The Mittani greatly, but it was only half of the puzzle. The man beneath him knew Mittani's place, yet he did not know his own. Now he would remind him. "And what's your name?"

"The Mittani's bitch! A-aah!" His voice melted into gasping pleasure as The Mittani slid the head of his penis past his prey's tightly-bound sphincter, ploughing into previously untouched reaches of his body. Just like when I invaded Fountain, he thought, smirking. No real resistance.

The man's name was not, in actuality, The Mittani's Bitch. He was known as Bring Stabity, one of The Mittani's many conquests, and arguably his most valuable yet. If he were a system, thought Mittani, he would have an industry index of 5.0. But he would never let him know that. He reached out a hand and placed it against the back of his neck, pinning him against the bed as he leveled a savage thrust into his muscular rump.

Stabity's legs squirmed uncontrollably against each other like writhing snakes as his master hilted himself against his backside with an audible slap. A penetration of this size was undoubtedly taxing to his virgin pucker, which tremored spasmodically in vain attempts to dislodge the sex organ sheathed inside of it, but as a member of Goonswarm Federation he was already used to being taxed to extreme levels.

The Mittani paused mid-thrust to retrieve something from a bedside drawer. It was a mahogany box - he cracked open carefully and retrieved an ornate silver-and-gold headband from within. It was crested with a pair of fuzzy cat ears, which stood at attention as Mittani leaned down to softly slot it into place around Stabity's head. A perfect fit. Spurred into untold depths of dark miasmic arousal by the sight of Stabity adorned with nothing but a cat ear headband Mittani suddenly grabbed onto Stabity's shoulders and rammed forward at a savage pace, pistoning himself in and out of his tortured butt at an excruciating pace.

"My cloud ring is on fire! Nyaah!" cried Stabity, his legs splaying together femininely. Mittani spat down on the point where his genitalia met Stabity's backside, crudely lubricating their joining -- a tactic he invented some years ago and named the Slippery Pete. Reassured by the marked decrease in friction, he doubled his speed, brutalizing Stabity's anus with reaming thrusts.

Stabity could no longer control his body now. He clawed feverishly at the sides of the violently shaking bed, trying to escape from underneath the torrent of jackhammer thrusts. When he managed to drag himself nearly a half-foot toward the side of the bed, Mittani's voice, until-then relegated to frantic moans of pleasure and aggression, roared to life.

"Tackle on primary!"

Two Goonwaffe linemen emerged from a shadowy corner of the room and grabbed Stabity by the legs, restraining him. Mittani shut his eyes and leaned down, speaking softly into the ear of the man pinned beneath him. "Don't fight against your bodily urges," he whispered sagely, trailing a finger across Stabity's taint. "They only fight with 4-to-1 odds or better. Just give in."

Stabity panted noisily from below, then nodded, ceasing his squirming. After a moment of further pounding he elevated his backside a few inches in order to provide his master easier access. Mittani immediately slowed down to a sensuous pace once he noticed this act of submission and gave the two linemen a nod. They released Stabity's legs and melded back in with the shadows.

Mittani slid his hands underneath Stabity's chest, lifting him off the surface of the bed so that they were in a seated position, belly to back. He snaked a hand down to grasp at Stabity's comparatively-smaller erection and curled his fingers around it, releasing a pity-filled laugh. If his own manhood was a titan, this was but a lowly stabber. Nonetheless, he pumped along what little length there was, tugging it from hilt to tip in a sweeping circular motion.

The two of them remained this way, interlocked intimately with the larger Stabity mated against The Mittani's lap, for what seemed like forever, gently rocking back and forth with sensuous rhythm. Stabity was the first to break the long silence, letting out a near-imperceptibly low whimper of pleasure. The Mittani brought up a hand and ran it through Stabity's hair lovingly.

"Are you a good little bee?" Stabity nodded fervently, eyes shut with rapt ecstasy.

"Are you ready to receive papa bee's honey?"

Stabity did not think there was such a thing as a papa bee, but that did not discourage him in the least. He nodded once more, clenching his buttcheeks needily. That was all the invitation The Mittani needed. He slammed forward suddenly, pressing his stomach into the arch of Stabity's back and utterly hilting himself inside of him, his hairy bush mingling with the equally-wild hair surrounding the little bee's puckerhole. With a long groan, he released a torrent of semen into the depths of Stabity's bowels.

The Mittani produced a deep, satisfied groan, the breath tickling his partner's back. But it wasn't over yet. Reaching around, he tugged frantically at Stabity's aching member, stroking it with smothering quickness from hilt to tip until he was bucking up into his hands, pleading to be allowed to finish. When he was on the razor's edge of climax, a mere second from finishing, Mittani quickly drew back his hands, smirking devilishly and withdrawing from the bed.

"Why won't you let me cum?!" Stabity asked, frustration heavy in his tone.

"Because a good strategist always blueballs," replied The Mittani.