Page 22 of Dominion
“Please!” Mateo begged. “Apologies, God Eloy. I only sought to please you, not to insult.”
Eloy paused in his assault, he was already positioned between Mateo’s legs. “Prove it.”
Panting hard, Mateo managed to rise up a little, leaning on his elbows. “I am here to serve you, God Eloy, and to bring honor to the house of my dominus, Rama. I am grateful for your mercy to which you’ve shown my family, and me in the arena. Please forgive my foolishness, I humbly beg of you.” He repeated the phrase Cervantes had taught him on the way over to use in case he’d misstepped as he had. It was the hope of Cervantes that the words would appease the god enough to forgive Mateo’s blunders so the house of Rama would not be punished.
The words settled Eloy’s rage and he leaned over the human, looking down at him. “That is how you seek forgiveness from a god, human. If you ever insult me or any of us in the future, your life will be forfeit.”
Mateo nodded. “Yes, God Eloy.” He released a sigh of relief that those words held resonance with the god and his life was once again spared.
Those baby browns of Mateo’s eyes looking at him, pleading, heightened Eloy’s desires. And those lips, oh those lips, how sweetly they trembled. Eloy felt his rage being replaced with lust once again and he leaned down, covering Mateo’s mouth with his own. At first, the lips pressed against his were unyielding, uncertain, but then as he slipped his tongue between them, they began to soften and accept his kiss. Eloy felt his cock harden to the strength of steel between his legs and knew it was poking through his gold silk loincloth. He wanted this human!
Eloy used his restraint and pulled back from Mateo to look down at him. The young man’s face was flushed, his cock rigid and pointing towards his navel, a sight that literally wet Eloy’s tongue as he wanted to take Mateo’s cock into his mouth. Something he rarely, oh so very rarely, did. The last human who he had pleasured with his mouth was eighty years ago. Loren was long since dead now and that was the last human who had sparked this amount of desire in him.
He wasn’t sure if he was ready to give Mateo that much of him yet, regardless of how much his mouth wanted to feel the human’s hot, hard flesh rubbing along his tongue as he licked and sucked on it. No, this was about him getting pleasure from an unsoiled male, not the other way around. He did like that Mateo was responding to him in such a positive manner. Perhaps the human was starting to understand how fortunate he was to be in his presence.
Mateo looked up at Eloy as the god removed his loincloth, revealing the huge cock that he’d heard so much about. His mouth dropped open in shock and the god smiled at his reaction.
“Oh yes, boy, you will take every inch of my cock. I will not stop until I’ve gained my satisfaction,” Eloy smirked, then leaned over, snatching a bottle of oil from his nightstand. “Because you have proven that you appreciate the blessing I’ve given you, I’ll show you this one mercy.”
“Gr—gr—gratitude, g—God Eloy,” Mateo stuttered. His fear was returning in spades, seeing the god pour oil on the length of his huge cock. He’d never had anything go inside of his asshole before. Let alone something the size of the large cucumber he saw in the market the day he had arrived at the slave auction.
Frightened, he began to tense, his muscles constricting as if they could protect him from what was coming. Eloy looked down at him and shook his head.
“You only make it worse by tensing, boy. You should be grateful to take a god inside of your body. Is this you rejecting me?” Eloy asked, one eyebrow cocked.
Panic set in and Mateo shouted, “No!” His eyes bulged when he saw the frown appear on Eloy’s face. “Apologies, God Eloy. No, I fear the pain, it’s my first,” he said, hoping to correct his offense. He noticed the gods, at least this one in particular, seemed to take words as insult very easily. Something he wasn’t used to, and he didn’t want to suffer the god’s wrath or Rama’s.
Eloy pressed the tip of his cock against Mateo’s virgin hole. “Even the pain I’ll give you is a blessing, boy,” he said, then he pushed forward, entering without hesitation.
“Ahhhh!” Mateo screamed, his back arching as he braced against the agony of the huge cock forcing itself inside of him. He gripped the sheets as Eloy pushed deeper, the pain so intense, his screams were cut off. He closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth together as he groaned. Tears breached his eyes and rolled down the sides of his face as he endured yet another bout of pain at the hands of those who’d called themselves his superiors.
“Take it!” Eloy growled as he pulled back and pushed inside Mateo again and again, milking his cock inside the human’s asshole. The pleasure he felt was amazing as he relished the tight heat Mateo’s body offered. “Oooh, nothing is more perfect for a god’s cock than a virgin’s cunt.” He was lost in ecstasy as he fucked Mateo, each thrust sending him deeper into that vortex of sexual bliss.
Mateo, unfortunately, was having a totally different experience. He was stretched to his limits as Eloy’s cock continued to ram him. His asshole burned with every drag of the god’s cock along his anal passage. He didn’t feel blessed, or even lucky, to have been the one to receive Eloy’s favor at the moment. All he felt was pain, and all he wanted was for it to end. The god stared down at him, his amber gaze burning with a fiery glow as he continued to fuck him. Mateo could actually see the red and yellow embers flickering in Eloy’s irises. The sight was majestic, beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.
Eloy seemed lost in the moment, completely oblivious to the pain he was causing, at least that was how Mateo saw it. He couldn’t connect with Eloy mentally, even as they were connected physically. Mateo was painfully aware of the time, and it seemed to drag on with every second the god rocked against him.
Finally, the moment came that he’d been hoping for. Eloy’s body stiffened, Mateo could see his veins and muscles protruding beneath his flesh, and knew the god was about to reach his climax. At least it was about to be over. Two more pumps and it happened. Eloy threw his head back, roaring loudly and grunting as his body released. Mateo could feel the hot seed squirting inside of him, splashing against his anal walls, and it seemed like an endless flow. He could even feel it dribbling out of his hole as Eloy pumped more into him. Finally, Eloy’s body quaked a few more times before he pulled his cock free of Mateo’s body.
Oh, thank god, it’s over,Mateo thought as he released a long sigh.
Eloy looked down, satisfied to see his flesh wet and slick with various fluids, some of it blood. A sure sign that he’d fully claimed Mateo’s virginity. He leaned over the human, who was laying on his bed and looking up at him with the same uncertainty that had been on his face when he’d first entered his bedroom.
“My cock and seed has claimed your chastity. You may go,” Eloy said, dismissing Mateo.
Mateo sat up and began scooting off the bed, which had been the only thing he had enjoyed for its soft comfort during the rough treatment. The whole experience was empty and left him feeling less than human. What little worth he seemed to have before it happened was now gone. He limped towards his discarded loincloth, picking it up and tying it around his waist. The thin fabric concealed his ass and cock, which was better than being naked at the moment. As he was heading for the door, Eloy called out to him, which prompted him to turn and face the cruel god.
“Yes, God Eloy?” he asked.
“What do you say for the blessing I’ve given you?” Eloy asked as he lounged on his bed, legs spread wide so Mateo could get a good look at the cock that had just ripped away what little innocence he had.
“Gratitude, God Eloy,” Mateo said, knowing that was what the god wanted to hear.
Eloy nodded, and Mateo left the room. A human servant walked up to him. “Your doctore awaits,” the servant said, and led Mateo through the luxurious home with its marble pillars and floors, glass chandeliers, hand-carved wood frames and crowning, and beautifully wallpapered walls. Such finery wasted on gods who took it all for granted, as far as he was concerned.
Cervantes waited beside the carriage and opened the door for him to climb inside and he did, taking a seat—gingerly so. Cervantes climbed in after him and motioned for the driver to leave. The two horses reared into action and began trotting down the road back to their ludus.
“You’re a man now, Mateo,” Cervantes said as he stared at the slave. “A boy walked inside that home and a man came out.”
