Page 6 of Dominion
“P—please…we t—thirsty,” one of the other prisoner’s begged.
Rama’s head turned sharply towards the man who had so rudely addressed him. He walked over to the man, who was swaying a little as he strained to keep standing.
“Are you thirsty, slave?” Rama asked.
The man nodded. “Y—yes,” he replied through dry, chapped lips.
“Kneel,” Rama commanded.
The man dropped to his knees in front of Rama. Mateo and the other prisoner watched in silence as the black servant came to stand behind the kneeling man as their owner began to undo his pants.
“No! No p—please,” the slave protested.
“Silence, filth!” Rama yelled, quieting the man. “You are not worthy of the blessings of the gods. So, you will only get what man can give you until you prove yourselves tomorrow, if you survive.” He pulled his stubby, uncut cock out from his pants and aimed it at the man’s face. “Open your mouth.”
Mateo turned away, not wanting to see what was going to happen next. He looked at the other men who were standing and observing what was going on. Not one tried to help and some were even laughing and smirking.
“Watch!” Rama’s baritone snapped Mateo’s attention back to him. “You’re next.”
Mateo was as thirsty as a man could be, but he didn’t want what Rama was offering. “Dominus, I am not thirsty,” he lied, but he hoped that with the level of respect he gave the man, that he might… might spare him.
“I did not ask if you were thirsty,” Rama said. “If I choose to piss down your throat, you will drink it greedily and say ‘gratitude, dominus’, comprehend?”
Mateo wanted to vomit at the thought, but his stomach had been empty for days. This was his life now, would he accept it? Could he? He was only nineteen, and never had he ever thought he’d be in this predicament. He’d heard how horrible the life of a slave could be, that they had no rights. That they were just property of their masters. It was a life he never wanted for himself, but he knew he had to obey if he didn’t want to be punished. Adjustment was necessary for survival.
Not wanting to anger his master, he nodded. “Yes, dominus.”
Rama turned his attention back to the man kneeling before him. The black servant was now holding the man’s mouth open and Rama released his yellow stream. The servant struggled to spit it out, and that seemed to anger Rama even more.
“Drink it, filth! Or next, I shit down your throat!” Rama shouted.
That threat seemed like it was enough motivation for the man as he began to swallow the urine his master gave him. “Good… yes… drink it all… so you’re not thirsty anymore.”
When Rama’s stream began to trickle, he placed the tip of his cock inside the man’s mouth. “Now… clean.”
Mateo could tell by how their dominus moaned that he was enjoying the feeling of the man’s mouth on his cock. After he was satisfied, he pulled his cock from the man’s mouth and stuffed it back into his pants, zipping them up.
Rama looked at the black man who’d been holding the other man’s mouth open. “Kodac…” He turned to the man standing by the line of muscular men. “Cervantes, relieve these men of their thirst,” he said, gesturing to Mateo and the other prisoner.
Mateo watched as the man who’d led the other slaves out there walked toward him. He didn’t know if he could drink this man’s piss, but he knew he wouldn’t want the latter, no matter how hungry he was. The black servant who had brought them there came around the front to the other man and began undoing his linen pants.
The other prisoner looked at Mateo, eyes wide and mouth turned down in a disgusted frown, but he didn’t try to protest. They’d already been warned of what would happen if they refused to drink. Mateo’s own expression mirrored the other man’s, and he swallowed hard, which took some effort as his mouth was dry, but he did so to fight the nausea that rolled through his stomach.
“Kneel, filth,” Rama ordered.
Mateo and the other prisoner obeyed and dropped down to their knees in front of the two men standing before them.
“Look up at us,” Cervantes commanded.
Both men’s gaze shot up to stare into the cruel eyes of the men who were about to piss down their throats. Kodac’s cock was long, uncut, thick, and dark with a pinkish tip and deep slit. Cervantes was shorter, uncut, and thinner, but just as threatening to Mateo as Kodac’s bigger one. He counted his little blessing that it was Cervantes whose cock he’d have to drink from.
“Open your mouths,” Cervantes ordered.
They did, even though neither man wanted to. Mateo’s body was tense as he anticipated the rancid taste of the other man’s urine. The moment the hot liquid hit his tongue, he jerked back, the stream splashing him in the face. He closed his eyes and turned his face to wipe the urine away.
“Get back here!” Cervantes roared. Fear seized Mateo and he returned to his position, mouth open to take the rest. “Swallow it!”
It took all of his strength to drink the piss. In spite of the grossness of their situation, neither man couldn’t deny that the liquid did sate their painful thirst. Mateo tried to think of it as just one more thing he’d have to do to survive as he guzzled down the hot, bitter stream. Some of it dripped down his chin, but that didn’t seem to bother Cervantes.
