Page 29 of Dominion
“This is survival, boy! Do you think our dominus was pleased with your limp dick?”
That was something Mateo hadn’t thought about. “No, doctore?”
“Get hard, now,” Cervantes ordered.
Like Rama, Cervantes wasn’t a man that appealed to Mateo. He remembered it was his cock that he’d had to drink piss from and his cruelty that gave him no regard until now. Did Cervantes really want to teach him something or was he just exerting more of his dominance over him? Either way, one thing rang true, this was survival. Mateo closed his eyes and thought about something that did speak to his body in ways he wasn’t used to.
Eloy.
Eloy’s amber eyes boring into his. Eloy’s powerful god body pressed against his. Eloy’s hands manipulating his flesh the way he wanted and Eloy’s voice in his ear. So much promise that night could have held had he not angered the god, or perhaps, had the god not been so easily angered. He began to feel tingles flowing through him, radiating from his cock, and he moaned.
“Ahhh, good. What are you thinking about?” Cervantes asked as he continued to stroke Mateo.
Mateo moaned as pleasure began to ripple through him. “Eloy, doctore,” he said without thinking, even forgetting to give Eloy his title.
“I see,” Cervantes said as he continued to work Mateo’s cock, making sure to rub his thumb over the young gladiator-in-training’s head, smearing his precum over the tip. “Yeah, get it wet. Feels good now?”
Mateo nodded and made sure to keep his eyes closed so as not to lose his fantasy. “Yes, doctore.” His breathing began to intensify as he felt his orgasm growing. The last time he had one had been before he’d been taken, and only by his own hand. This was the first time another person had given him one.
“You’re a man now. Cum like one, and remember what brought you to the end,” Cervantes said.
Mateo nodded as his chest heaved. He moaned and gripped Cervantes’ shoulders. “Ahh, ahhh fuck,” he gasped.
“Yeah, that’s it… don’t hold back. Cum,” Cervantes encouraged.
Mateo’s breath was coming harder now as Cervantes’ strokes quickened their pace. His balls started tingling as they drew up, ready to release their load. “Uh, unn, I’m cumming,” he said, almost surprised by the outcome.
Cervantes grinned as he watched the young man’s body quake and felt his hot release cascading down his fingers as he continued to milk Mateo through his climax. He’d done this very same thing with every gladiator who had entered those walls and for various reasons. Some men, in spite of the fact, fought better having shot off a load before hitting the sands.
He’d take them aside and jerked them off before it was their time. Others, it was to cure their anxiety. Some, only because he wanted them to cum in his hand and see the look of pleasure on their faces as they gave into him. For Mateo, it was to teach him how to survive. He knew the man wasn’t attracted to him or their dominus. But if he ever failed to perform for their dominus again, it could result in him having to beat Mateo for displeasing Rama. Something he’d do if he had to, but it would only set him back in his training as he healed. The other reason was because he wanted to see Mateo’s beautiful face in the throes of sexual release.
“Feel better?” Cervantes asked Mateo as he wiped his hand clean of Mateo’s cum on his loincloth.
Mateo opened his eyes and nodded. “Yes, doctore.”
“Whatever got you through that, you hold on to the next time our dominus sticks his cock inside your cunt or you may be punished for being so insulting,” Cervantes warned, and Mateo straightened his back.
“Yes, doctore,” Mateo said, realizing why this little transaction had happened.
“You won’t always be exhausted when he calls on you.” With that, Cervantes motioned for Mateo to keep walking, and he did, all the way past the cell he had been sleeping in to the gladiator barracks where the men were lounging or sleeping.
“I’m not to sleep in the cell anymore, doctore?” Mateo asked.
Cervantes shook his head. “You may not have earned the mark of a gladiator, but you will bunk with them. If you survive your test, these will be your brothers upon the sand.”
Mateo turned back to the men and began making his way to an empty cot in the corner of the room. He laid down, pulling the sheet over his body. He could still feel Rama’s seed inside his asshole, but the pleasure of his orgasm made him relaxed enough not to care. Cervantes took one more look around, then left the men to their slumber. And sleep, Mateo did.
