Page 24 of Dominion
“Aye, ride my cock, boy. Show me what a man you are,” Cervantes said, grinning with a mixture of insensitivity and lust.
Mateo held onto Cervantes’ shoulders and balanced himself on the man’s lap as he bounced up and down on his cock. The rocking of the carriage itself helped as much as it hindered, making it harder for Mateo to sit in one place, but easier to rock back and forth.
“Oh…oh…oh yes… oh that’s it. Oh, what a sweet cunt,” Cervantes panted as the pleasure took him. He wrapped his arms around Mateo’s back, holding him in place as they fucked. The boy felt so good to him, he could feel his orgasm approaching. He would indeed have his way with Mateo again one day soon. Especially since his dominus had already given him permission. Mateo would be free to fuck as soon as the god, Eloy, was done with him, that had been the command. Three weeks had been a long time coming as far as Cervantes was concerned.
Mateo continued to ride Cervantes, hating every second of the man’s bad breath blowing in his face with each of his lust-filled pants. He’d heard stories of how pleasurable sex could be, certainly Eloy and Cervantes were enjoying it. He wondered if sex was ever pleasurable for both involved or just the one whose cock was being stroked.
His asshole continued to burn as he fucked Cervantes, but he made sure to bounce as he rocked, which seemed to please Cervantes. He was relieved when the moment came when the doctore’s cock stiffened inside of him. Once again, he felt a male’s cock shoot its seed inside of him. Cervantes huffed and groaned as he shook during his orgasm. It looked like something Mateo might want to feel, but he wasn’t sure if he ever would.
Afterward, he climbed off Cervantes’ lap, the man’s cock thankfully free of his asshole. He sat back down on the bench and tried very hard not to show how much discomfort he was feeling, as that only seemed to upset Cervantes.
“That was good,” Cervantes said after a few minutes had passed between them. His cock was now tucked safely back into his pants, his belt buckled. “If you’d been sold to a brothel, they’d teach you how to work your hips more. Your mouth would be another amazing feature to pleasure man or woman.” Cervantes leaned over, grabbing Mateo’s chin. “Mmmm, and you have such a pretty mouth.”
Please don’t ask me to suck it,Mateo prayed silently.
Cervantes released Mateo’s chin and settled back into his seat. “So, how did it feel to have a god inside of you?”
Mateo looked at Cervantes. He had to think hard about his reply and quickly. These were people who worshipped the gods, and any negativity might get him punished. If he was going to survive this new life, he was going to have to learn how to play the game.
“A pleasure and honor to have my first time to be with him, doctore,” Mateo lied.
Cervantes smiled and nodded. “You learn.”
That comment left Mateo a little bit confused. Did Cervantes really know the truth behind his words? Maybe he did, it wasn’t as if he had held his emotions well behind a mask when he first saw him after having sex with Eloy. But perhaps the doctore was praising him for not speaking his mind. Yes, he was learning.
