Page 21 of Dominion
“I see you enjoy my touch,” Eloy said, then he looked up at Mateo. “So nervous. Have you ever known a man’s touch? Surely, you’ve sucked cock before?”
Mateo swallowed hard as his body continued to tremble before the god. He shook his head. “No, God Eloy. You would be my first ever.”
A wider smile spread across Eloy’s lips as he relished his luck at having a true virgin in his grasp. He thought with how harsh the world was, Mateo would have had to have at least given a handjob or blowjob to someone, if not for food or clean water. The young man was full of surprises.
“Where are you from?” Eloy asked as he slowly started stroking Mateo’s cock as his other hand began to play with Mateo’s right nipple.
Mateo’s chest heaved as he began to feel the most remarkable pleasure coursing through his body, all originating from what Eloy was doing to him.
“Th—the badlands, God Eloy,” Mateo managed to say. He could feel his cheeks flushing with blood as the trembling of his body was replaced with sporadic quakes of pleasure.
Eloy snorted. “Ahh, I see. Which one?”
“The Kirrachi badlands of Airies, God Eloy,” Mateo replied.
Eloy frowned. “I’ve never understood why people choose to live so far out. Explain it to me.”
The conversation was hard for Mateo to focus on with everything else that was happening to him, but he tried his best. He balled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms to keep from getting lost in the ecstasy that he was experiencing. He looked down at Eloy and was met with the god’s lusty but curious gaze. Also, he could tell that the god expected a truthful answer.
“I—I was born and raised there, God Eloy. You get used to it,” he said.
“Why did your family stay?” Eloy asked as he rubbed his thumb over Mateo’s sensitive cock.
“Ahhh, hunn,” Mateo moaned and panted as his body quaked once more.
“Answer me,” Eloy snapped.
“Please, God Eloy… it feels… it feels so good.”
Eloy smirked. “I know. You are but a worthless human who is being pleasured by a god. I hope you can return my blessing with something remarkable both in my bed and in the arena.” He pinched Mateo’s nipple hard, causing him to cry out. “Answer my question. Tell me why you people live out there in that desolate land?” He hadn’t bothered to find out before, but now having a badlander literally in his grasp, he wanted his curiosity quenched.
“Because corruption doesn’t reach the badlands, God Eloy. My momma told me such. That’s why we stay,” Mateo said, then he whimpered as more pleasure coursed through him. He knew he wouldn’t last too much longer. Especially not with the level of skill Eloy was manipulating him with.
“Corruption reaches everywhere, boy. Only now, it’s what we manage. You humans can’t seem to help yourselves in your greed and vanity,” Eloy snarled.
“It is the greed and vanity of the gods we badlanders seek to avoid,” Mateo said, and as soon as those words left his mouth, he wished he could have taken them back.
Eloy released Mateo’s cock and nipple, then rose to his full height of six-foot-six. He towered over Mateo, so much so, the human had to look up at him.
He grabbed Mateo’s jaw, squeezing it and making the human whine from the pain. “I should kill you for your insolence!”
“Apol—ow!” Mateo’s attempt to make amends was thwart by more pain to his jaw as Eloy’s powerful grip tightened.
“I spared your life in the arena for you to show me such disrespect!” Eloy roared. He released Mateo’s jaw and quickly backhanded him, sending the human crashing to the floor and sliding a few feet from the force of the blow.
Mateo grunted, his body ached as he reached for the sore spot on his abdomen where he’d been stabbed. “Please, God Eloy… it is only what you asked of me. I told you why the people of the badlands stay,” he pleaded as he grimaced in pain. The strike to his face shook his senses and left him a bit dizzy. His jaw ached and now, so did his cheek.
“The people of the badlands should be grateful that we have not sought out revenge for their blasphemy. Think that you or your parents’ parents would have lived long enough to have birthed generations into the world if not for our benevolence?” Eloy roared in his rage as he stomped over to Mateo’s prone figure.
Mateo held a hand up, surrendering. “No, my God Eloy. Please don’t kill me.”
Eloy stood over the human, his chest heaving in his anger. “It’s arrogance like that, which is why we corrected this world. Healed it from human neglect. You live by our grace.”
“Yes, God Eloy,” Mateo said.
Eloy snarled and reached down, grabbing a handful of Mateo’s dark, brown locks, and dragged him back over towards the bed. “I was going to show you mercy for your first time, but now I see badlanders don’t recognize a god’s mercy. So, I will give you what you expected.”
With a harsh throw, Mateo was hauled up from the floor and tossed on the bed by his hair. The surface of his scalp throbbed with pain, but he wasn’t allowed to recover from any of it as Eloy climbed on top of him, spreading his legs. Mateo was taken aback by how strong Eloy was. He had heard of the gods celestial powers surrounding the elements, but he was unaware of their physical abilities.
