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Mateo wiped the spit from his shoulder with the back of his hand and rubbed the mess into the sandy ground. He’d never felt such revulsion as he had in the little time he’d been in company of his new owner. Savages, all of them as far as Mateo was concerned. They were all alone now, everyone had gone back inside the building and it was just the three of them, locked in the hellish little cell.
“Do you think we will survive the battle tomorrow?” one of the prisoners asked. His voice was shaky with the terror he felt.
“We are forsaken,” the other replied. “We face off with a seasoned warrior. One who has had food in his belly and rest. None of which we have had. We are doomed.” The man rested his head against the cold metal bars and closed his eyes, as if he’d already given up.
The other man looked at Mateo. “Do you think we die tomorrow?”
His future was something he didn’t really want to think about. It was so unpredictable and he wasn’t even sure if he wanted a future as a gladiator if he were to survive. Of course, surviving was the name of the game, and if he was to think about his future, maybe it might be worth fighting for. He was conflicted.
Mateo looked at the frail man, the one who’d had begged for water and gotten them all punished. “There is only hope,” he said, though if he’d been honest, Mateo didn’t think the man had a chance of survival. But hope was all any of them had at this point. The three of them ceased their conversation and tried their best to get some rest.
CHAPTER FOUR
Eloy lounged in the massive tub, enjoying the touch of the human servants who tended to him. One pretty male washed his back while another bathed his chest. Both servants remained silent, as they knew that humans were only to speak in a god’s presence when spoken to.
Eloy’s piercing amber gaze traveled over the lithe body of the male servant in front of him who was running the sponge down the length of his chest towards his cock. The human chanced a glance at Eloy’s face and quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks blushing from having locked eyes with such a powerful, beautiful, and majestic being.
“Do you enjoy bathing me?” Eloy asked. Of course, he already knew the answer. The highlight of this human’s day, and the other still washing his back, was being in his presence, let alone touching his flesh.
The human smiled. “Yes, my Celestial God.”
Eloy smirked, pleased with the response he had been expecting. He moaned as the humans began to bathe his ass and groin. His cock was fat and long, with thick veins cording their way through his impressive member. The head of his cock was quite bulbous with a deep slit and whenever he shot off a load, it was always plentiful, enough to fill a cup. Of course, his seed was never to be wasted and there was always a hungry mouth or asshole to shoot his seed into.
Even now, as he was being cleansed, the human flesh that encased his celestial essence began to respond of its own volition to the gentle strokes and caresses he was receiving from the servants. Even after two-hundred plus years, he was still at the mercy of his body’s desire for food, comfort, excitement, and above all, pleasure.
The human servant looked up at Eloy, just shy of making full eye contact. His expression relayed his question, and Eloy nodded. The human smiled and began to stroke the hard cock in his hand. Eloy closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the fingers now eagerly coaxing an orgasm from him. The human was doing a decent job, although Eloy had had better just an hour earlier from another slave from his harem.
The other male continued to bathe his legs, having to go under the water to do so. He came up every so often for fresh air. He did that until he was done, then he stepped back and stood quietly while the other servant continued to jerk Eloy off.
“Ahhhhhh.” Eloy released the long sigh as his balls tightened. The slave’s fingers rubbed his cock head nicely, which brought him closer to climax. The servant dipped under the water, taking Eloy’s cock into his mouth as he continued to stroke the god. Eloy let his head fall back and he groaned deeply as his body released into the male’s mouth. “Mrrrmm.” Eloy’s body jerked several times as he groaned and grunted until the last of his seed had left his cock.
The male servant stood up, his body dripping with the soapy water. He swallowed Eloy’s cum, then stepped back and bowed his head. “Thank you for your celestial seed, God Eloy,” the servant said.
Eloy smiled as he reached up, caressing the male’s tender cheek. “A mouth and throat should be so blessed.”
“Yes, God Eloy,” the servant agreed and swallowed again, tasting the last of Eloy’s semen.
Pleased with the attention he’d received, Eloy dismissed them with the wave of his hand. “Leave me.”
“Yes, Celestial God,” the two said, then they left Eloy alone.
Using the marble stairs, he climbed out of the large, round, red tub that took up most of the space in his luxurious bathroom made of white marble with red veining. His toilet was red, as were his double sinks. He had a shower as well, which contained six nozzles that rained down the water, which he thoroughly enjoyed.
Snatching a towel off the rack, he began to dry himself. Normally, he’d leave such a task to his human servants, but he’d had enough of them for the night, having spent most of the day fucking. All he wanted to do now was climb into his huge comfortable bed and sleep for many hours. He’d been particularly horny and had needed the release multiple times, as was the case when the Games were near. Eloy loved the gladiatorial matches of the Games, even more than Kijani did.
Of course, Simeon didn’t favor them, but attended to show solidarity. Odessa loved them as much as he did, and oftentimes, would fuck the winners of each match that night. Hell, they both did in what they later called the Championship Orgy. It was one thing the gladiators who participated in the games looked forward to. Everyone knew that having sex with a god was a lifechanging experience, and one wanted to be so sanctified.
“Fortune favored the gods and was favored by the gods,” Eloy whispered to himself as he stared at his brilliance in the large ceiling to floor mirror. It was the motto that all gladiators trained under. The belief that if they won their matches, they were worthy of the gods’ favor. A gladiator’s success didn’t just end with him, but his master and the city that they also represented.
Many felt it was honorable to die in the arena, as their deaths meant something to the gods who witnessed their sacrifice. And it did. To die in service of pleasing the gods was victory in and of itself, and even those ludi whose gladiators fell in the arena received the gods’ blessings. Of course, that was only if the gladiator gave a glorious showing in the arena. A poor showing could prove to be disastrous for not only that ludus, but for the people of that particular celestial city.
Each of the four gods possessed certain abilities that pertained to the elements and if they were displeased with the worship or offerings of the people, then they could refuse to bless the people with their favor. So, there would be no wind to cool people in the blistering heat. Or in other areas, there may be too much wind, which would destroy many buildings, or worse. Many would suffer and die if Simeon was so inclined to withhold his blessings. Or, maybe it was Eloy himself that was unimpressed with the offering. That meant people would lack the ability to create fire, as he controlled it all. Many might freeze to death or starve in some cases.
Pleasing the gods and keeping in their good graces was of the utmost importance to their worshippers. Which was why the Games became the focal point of such a presentation of offerings. The blood, the rush of the battle, and the excitement of the crowd seemed to fuel the gods’ desires, and every month, new offerings were presented in the arena.
Eloy was anxious about the upcoming Games. He wanted to see which ludus would come out victorious, as each of the four cities had to present their own gladiators for the Games. In each city, it contained more than one ludus, each competing for the ultimate position of the best in the city. To gain extra favor, a ludus might present new slaves to endure the Trial of Fate. These untrained men or women would face a trained gladiator or more in a fight to the death. Either victorious or not, their fates had been chosen. It was something that Eloy had taken quite an interest in. The last Games had no such presentation and had disappointed him, which prompted the humans to find new slaves.
In the past, Eloy had been impressed with Rama’s gladiators. In his opinion, they were some of the best trained he’d seen. Perhaps equal to the strapping gladiators of Olafey’s ludus from Odessa’s city, Ocena. Nevertheless, he was excited to see what would happen at the Games. Would anyone stand out as a possible champion, one worthy of participating in the orgy? Only time would tell.
