Page 23 of Dominion
Mateo looked at Cervantes. “Why am I a man, doctore?”
“Virginity is for children and young girls. Not men destined for greatness inside the arena. Doesn’t matter if you enjoyed it or not, it is done. A rite of passage that really should have been traveled before now. You’re nineteen, most males have it taken at fifteen or sixteen.”
“So young,” Mateo whispered in retrospection.
Cervantes snorted. “Young? Hardly. A boy’s cunt can be stretched to fit a cock. And when it’s done, they too are men. You should appreciate the pain you’re feeling. A god gave it to you, a rarity to lose ones virginity to a divine being.”
Mateo didn’t want to feel grateful for what had happened to him in Eloy’s bedroom, no more than he wanted to feel grateful for being kidnapped from his homelands and sold into slavery. He adjusted himself on the wood bench inside the carriage, which was unforgiving. The pain in his asshole throbbed and he shifted to one ass cheek to try to alleviate the agony.
Cervantes smirked, then leaned forward, thrusting his hand between Mateo’s legs. Instinctually, Mateo grabbed Cervantes’ wrist, stopping him from going further.
Cervantes expression hardened, his lips turning up in a sneer. “Remove your hand, now,” he growled.
Mateo released Cervantes’ wrist, even though he didn’t want to.
“Don’t ever do that again, filth. You may have been spared by a god, but you are still a fucking slave!” Cervantes reminded. “You will endure whatever your dominus and doctore put on you. I would give you lashes for this offense if you weren’t already healing from injuries. Next time you seek to stop me or anyone else above your status, I will. Comprehend?”
Once again, Mateo had to face the ugly reality that he was nothing in the eyes of those around him and he nodded. “Yes, doctore.”
“Good.” Cervantes, now with his wrist freed, thrust his hand further between Mateo’s legs. “Open them!”
Mateo widened his legs, giving himself to yet another male this night. He felt Cervantes fingers probing his battered hole, one of the man’s fat digits wiggled its way inside, past his sphincter, and he grimaced in pain.
“Ahh, yes… the god, Eloy, had his way with you. I told you he would. You’re swollen, but you’ll heal. Mmmm, still wet with his seed. Works fine for me,” Cervantes said, pulling his finger out of Mateo’s ass. He looked at his blood and cum covered finger and smiled. “The sign of a good fuck.”
Mateo didn’t say anything as he looked at Cervantes examining his finger.
“We have a while before we get home. I’ll taste what the god, Eloy, has had now,” Cervantes said as he began unbuckling his belt and undoing the buttons of his leather pants. He pulled out his dirty, fat cock. It had some girth to it, but not nearly as big as Eloy’s. Still, it wasn’t anything Mateo wanted inside of him.
“Please, doctore, it hurts,” Mateo pleaded.
Cervantes slapped him hard across his cheek, the same one Eloy had bruised. He fell to the side, hitting his head on the wood door. The pain shot across his noggin, sending sparks into his vision a second before it cleared up. He turned, looking at Cervantes.
“Be a man! Don’t cry to me about pain. You don’t know what pain is. You’ll endure this and ten times this if you’re lucky to live so long. Now, get over here and ride my cock,” the doctore commanded. “You should get used to having a man inside your cunt. As pretty as you are, you’ll experience it quite often from Rama and the other gladiators. At least until you rise in status as one of them.”
If that wasn’t motivation enough, Mateo didn’t know what was. He was now even more determined to succeed in his gladiator training so he could no longer be used. The protection that he had before was now gone since he was not a virgin. Now, gladiators like Boris would have free reign over him. The thought terrified as much as it repulsed.
Agitated by how long it was taking Mateo to obey his command, Cervantes reached over, grabbing hold of Mateo’s balls, and squeezed.
“Arghhh!” Mateo growled out through gritted teeth and tightly clenched eyes.
“These balls are boy balls still, I see. Don’t worry. I will toughen them up or cut them off. You’ll either be a man or a eunuch, which is a male not worthy of his manhood. Choose now which you will be.” Cervantes gave Mateo’s nutsac one good tug, then released it. He settled back onto his bench and waited to see if Mateo would climb onto his cock or still sit there and whine.
Mateo cradled his balls tenderly, but knew he didn’t have the option to not obey. He was risking his opportunity to rise by refusing to fuck Cervantes and maybe everyone else at the Ludus, until he was a gladiator on equal standing with the others. But even then, he’d still be a slave and would have to follow his dominus’ command at any time.
Making the hard decision to ignore his own misery, he released his aching ball sac and climbed over to Cervantes, taking his place on his lap.
“You can learn. That is good. Now, make me hard,” Cervantes ordered.
The command left Mateo somewhat confused as he didn’t know exactly what Cervantes meant. “What would you have me do, doctore?”
Cervantes rolled his eyes. “Did you not do anything in the badlands? Not even to your own cock, boy?”
Ahh, it dawned on him what Cervantes was asking. Mateo nodded and reached down between them, grasping the doctore’s fat, stubby cock and began stroking. It was his first time touching a cock that wasn’t his own, but even as he worked his hand up and down the man’s shaft, he knew it wouldn’t be his last. He watched and listened as Cervantes moaned while his cock grew harder and longer. The foreskin pulled back with each stroke, revealing smega and sweat that had a stench that was offensive to Mateo. Cervantes didn’t seem to care about his unclean flesh and only wanted pleasure.
The man looked to be about five inches fully erect, and not as wide as Eloy had been, so maybe that was a blessing Mateo could take into account. He knew what he had to do next and he raised up, only to slide down on Cervantes unwashed cock. Once again, he felt the pain of being stretched and still being sensitive from his brutal first time, this second try didn’t seem like it was going to be better.
Mateo sat down, completely burying Cervantes inside him, to the other man’s delight. He began to rise again and sit back down, and Cervantes moaned in satisfaction as his cock was incased in the tight, hot, and wet cavern of Mateo’s ass. He didn’t care that it hurt the boy, only that he got enjoyment.
