Page 27 of Dominion
“I don’t wish to do that with you,” Mateo said, putting his foot down. Not only was he expected to fuck their dominus after his bath, but he didn’t desire these two men. He didn’t desire any of them at the moment.
“I don’t care what you wish,” Boris snapped and pressed his body back against Mateo’s.
“His asshole is probably raw after being fucked by a god,” Feilong said as he rubbed oil on his body. “Give him a few days before you plunder him.”
“Mind your cunt business, Feilong,” Boris retorted. He began to rub his cock along Mateo’s stomach. “Yeah, that feels good.”
The other gladiator grabbed Mateo’s chin, bringing his face to his. “You should play with us,” he said before forcing Mateo to kiss him. “Ah!” he yelled and pulled back, his lip bleeding from the wound Mateo had given him.
More laughter from the others as they looked on.
“He’s more than you can handle, you two?” Hans asked.
“I’ll have his cunt!” Boris growled, then he grabbed Mateo by the back of his thighs, hoisting him up. Mateo brought his arm up and elbowed Boris in his nose, breaking the bone. Boris grunted in pain and released him as he stumbled back in the water. More laughter broke out as they watched the big gladiator cradle his bleeding nose.
“Enough!” Cervantes’ deep tenor rang out, silencing the laughter and chatter. Even the men who were fucking stopped and turned to their doctore. “Boris, Gregor… his cunt won’t be yours tonight. Boris, come here.”
The hulking gladiator gave a long, evil glare at Mateo as he climbed out of the tub. Then he turned and walked over to Cervantes, who began to examine his nose. Boris groaned a little as the doctore pressed on his bridge a little.
“It’s broken,” Cervantes confirmed. He turned to Mateo. “You did this?”
Mateo nodded. “Yes, doctore.” He wasn’t sure if he’d just earned himself a punishment or not, but he’d take it.
Cervantes snorted, then looked back at Boris. “Wet your cock with another’s cunt tonight. First, go to the medicus to get that set.”
“Yes, doctore,” Boris said, then walked past Cervantes as he left the bathing area.
Cervantes looked at the others. “Bathe, fuck, gossip as you bitches like to do. Tomorrow, I will train the shit out of you lot.”
There were some chuckles at that statement from some of the men. Others continued to have sex as if they’d never been interrupted.
Cervantes looked at Mateo. “You, finish and oil up. Now.”
“Yes, doctore,” Mateo said, then he quickly finished bathing. Gregor had backed up to let him, but he kept his eyes on Mateo the entire time as he stroked his cock. Mateo made sure to keep tossing warning glances the gladiator’s way, hoping to keep him at bay. He climbed out of the tub and walked over to the bottle of oil Feilong had been using and began to pour the contents into the palm of his hand. Next, he rubbed the sandalwood-scented oil over his entire body. He liked how soft and smooth his skin felt with the oil on it, as he had the night before. Before leaving the bathing area to join Cervantes, who had been watching over the men as Mateo prepared himself, he grabbed his loincloth off the floor.
“Come,” Cervantes said, and Mateo followed. “You did good breaking Boris’ nose. Leave the boy behind and be a man.”
“Yes, doctore,” Mateo replied. He, of course, was terrified when he’d broken the gladiator’s nose, but he made sure that fear never surfaced. The other gladiators would have only looked down on him if it had. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to fight Boris or Gregor off if they went for him again, but he’d try.
Mateo was led through the dominus’ home, and after leaving Eloy’s palace, his dominus’s home didn’t look as luxurious as it had before. However, it was still something that Mateo marveled over.
“Doctore, why does the dominus use candles and torches instead of lamps like the god, Eloy, does?” Mateo asked.
Cervantes stopped and turned to him. “Keep that question to yourself in the future,” he growled, then continued to lead him to Rama’s bedroom.
It seemed like an innocent enough question, but Mateo didn’t bother to press. “Apologies, doctore.”
Cervantes didn’t respond. They stopped outside of an oak door and he turned to face Mateo. “You belong to dominus, remember that.”
Mateo nodded, understanding the meaning behind the words. “Yes, doctore.”
Cervantes knocked on the door, and when Rama called out, he opened it and stepped aside. “The whelp, dominus,” he said, then motioned for Mateo to enter.
Mateo didn’t much like the names he’d been called since being kidnapped, but he knew better than to mouth off about it or to even show it bothered him. Doing so would only get him more disrespect. He walked into the bedroom and stood at attention to await further commands.
“Leave us,” Rama said as he gazed at Mateo.
Cervantes obeyed, closing the door behind him.
