Page 20 of Dominion
“Yes, dominus.”
“Good.” Rama looked to Cervantes. “Make sure he is shaved in that area and under his arms.”
Cervantes nodded. “Yes, dominus.”
“You may go.”
Cervantes stepped up, taking Mateo by his arm, and led him out of the room. Again, Mateo followed behind Cervantes as he was led back to his miserable cell. It wasn’t until he was safely back behind bars did he dare ask Cervantes a question.
“Doctore, will it hurt?” he asked, wondering if being fucked in his ass was painful. He’d been teased by the other gladiators as they mocked him and his virginity. Many wondering how loud he’d scream once his cherry was popped.
Cervantes paused in his retreat and turned to Mateo. “It is said that the god, Eloy’s, cock is a mighty member at twelve plentiful inches.” He leaned against the bars, gripping them as he peered into Mateo’s big, brown eyes. “He will rip you open, boy, and fuck you hard until he fills your insides with his seed. And you better be grateful for every second of it.”
With that, Cervantes walked away, leaving Mateo with something new to fear.
Eloy had sent his response to Rama’s offering by messenger the very next day, and eagerly anticipated the moment when the boy would arrive. Several hours had passed since he’d sent the reply and he was becoming a bit annoyed by how long it was taking for Mateo to come to him. Just when he felt his annoyance reaching a new peak, one of his servants knocked on his bedroom door.
“Enter,” he called out.
The door opened and the servant stepped inside, dropping to one knee. “My god, Eloy. Your offering has arrived. Shall I send him inside?”
Eloy’s lips curled up in a smile. “Yes.”
The servant nodded and rose. He left the room and returned with Mateo at his side. Both men dropped to one knee, heads bowed.
“Leave us,” Eloy ordered, and the servant obeyed. He stood up, and left, closing the door behind him. “Rise.”
Mateo did as he was commanded, rising to his feet and keeping his gaze downcast.
Eloy stared at Mateo, thinking the boy was even more beautiful than he had been the last time he’d seen him. When he was on the sands, the boy had been weak and nearing emaciation, his skin had been covered in dirt and probably fecal matter. His hair had been matted and his body was bloody from his numerous wounds. But now, he could see everything the boy had to offer clearly, and he wanted it all.
Mateo was stunning with his big, brown eyes that held an innocence to them that was lost from many of the humans he was used to seeing. The shapely, full lips were something Eloy’s gaze had focused on, as he couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around his cock, sucking his nectar from his balls. His eyes traveled down Mateo’s body, drinking in his toned torso and strong, muscular limbs.
He could tell every curve and line was formed naturally, not molded like the other gladiators, probably because he’d not been trained yet. But the boy came from good stock. That was obvious. He liked how the boy had been bathed and oiled for his presentation. The scent of the oil was quite pleasing to Eloy’s senses. There was a strong note of sandalwood, and it was a spice that could sing to his cock when he smelled it.
“Remove the loincloth,” Eloy commanded. He watched the boy, with hands trembling, undo the knot of his loincloth. He didn’t care that the boy was frightened or in awe, as most humans were. He only wanted what he wanted. He smiled as the piece of cloth fell to the marble floor, revealing Mateo’s crotch. His cock was limp and looked to be four or five inches. Eloy wondered just how big it’d grow once the boy was aroused. It was time to find out.
Mateo stood before a god, naked and completely vulnerable. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t still his trembling body. The whole trip there, he was terrified. What if the god was displeased with him and decided to kill him? The circumstances were different now than they were in the arena. What if the god felt like he’d made a mistake in sparing his life? Cervantes had done nothing to ease his anxiety on the way over, other than warn him of his punishment if he somehow angered the god.
Standing before him now, completely naked, Mateo couldn’t take his eyes off Eloy as he remained silent. He’d never seen a being so beautiful that it literally took his breath away to behold him. He’d already been awestruck as he took in the sheer grandeur of the god’s home. He’d even noticed the differences between this home and his dominus’. Where torches lined the walls to give light to the rooms and hallways, electrical lamps illuminated Eloy’s home.
The furniture was different too; and the artwork, all of it handmade and painted. He’d heard of such luxuries in the stories told to him as a youth, but never had he ever imagined he’d see them. Even the bed the god laid in was a sight to see with its marble posts and thick mattress. A quick glance around the room showed even more opulence.
“Eyes on me!”
The snap in the command forced Mateo to turn back to Eloy.
“Apologies, God Eloy,” Mateo said. He never thought he’d be in the presence of a god, and to make sure he didn’t come off as rude, Cervantes had schooled him on how to address and behave in one’s presence. He hoped he hadn’t just messed up too much.
“Come closer,” Eloy commanded.
Mateo obeyed, which brought him more into the light. Now that he was able to get a full view of the god, he could really see just how gorgeous Eloy was with his rippling muscles, dark hair, golden skin, and amber eyes. His jawline was strong and he smirked at him with a confidence no mortal man could muster. His eyes traveled between Eloy’s legs as he wondered if what he’d heard was true. Was the god’s cock really that big? He prayed that it wasn’t.
“Come here,” Eloy ordered.
Putting one foot in front of the other, Mateo moved forward, closer to Eloy until he was inches from him. The god slid to the edge of the bed, so he was now sitting upright. He reached up, running his hand over Mateo’s chest. Mateo had never been touched like this. When the medicus touched him, it was to administer treatment. But this touch, it was so intimate and the look of desire in Eloy’s amber eyes seem to burn, making the color of his eyes glow.
Eloy stroked his fingertips down the middle of Mateo’s torso towards his cock, then he wrapped his fingers around Mateo’s semi hard flesh.
