Page 34 of Dominion
“I’ve wanted to be inside you all day,” he said, still grinning.
“I’ve seen your gaze upon me. I know its intent, but I only want to bathe,” Mateo said.
Titus frowned, his brown eyebrows creasing. “Perhaps tomorrow, you will eat oatmeal. Perhaps I’ll train another.”
Mateo didn’t need to have it spelled out for him what Titus meant. “Are you not tired?”
“No, I am horny.” He reached into the water, grabbing Mateo’s legs, and hoisted them around his waist. “My cock hardens with one look at you.”
Mateo could feel Titus’ erection poking at his asshole and he knew if he wanted to continue to get perks, he was going to have to continue down this path he’d chosen. He braced himself on the edge of the tub just as Titus pushed his cock inside of him. The gladiator pounded him harder than he had the night before, almost as if he was somehow claiming Mateo in some animalistic mating ritual.
The pleasure Mateo had felt before was missing this time, and he had to go back to that place where he often traveled to think of something that would make him aroused. He didn’t think Titus would like the fact that his cock remained flaccid as he fucked him. Again, Mateo’s thoughts drifted back to Eloy, the god who was far more beautiful and impressive than any man. Although he could be just as cruel, that wasn’t what Mateo focused on. Always, it went back to fantasy. To the gentle touches, the smile Eloy had given him. The eyes that looked at him as if he was special. That was what he held on to as Titus rammed his cock in and out of his asshole.
“Ahh, fuuck!” Titus growled as he quaked against Mateo. The water splashed between the two men as one reached his explosive climax. Titus roared and cursed again as he came, relishing every second of it. He’d fucked every man in there, but Mateo’s body yielded the most pleasure. He was going to claim Mateo whether the man agreed or not, for as long as they both lived under the same roof.
Huffing and puffing, he pulled his softening cock out of Mateo’s asshole, satisfied he’d gotten pleasure. “Now, you can bathe,” he said, as if giving Mateo permission.
Mateo didn’t bother to comment, thinking it was best to let Titus feel that he was in control. He would use the gladiator’s benefits as the gladiator used his body for pleasure. The other gladiators didn’t bother to try to approach them, and that was just another perk to Mateo. If they thought he belonged to Titus, then perhaps they would cease their constant advances. That was something Mateo could appreciate.
He finished bathing and cleaned out his asshole as best he could. When it was time to rest, Titus had demanded he sleep in the cot next to his, so he did. Again, the other men didn’t say anything, and Mateo knew this was a new beginning for him.
Three months passed with Titus training and fucking Mateo and Mateo gaining the knowledge and privilege he desired. It wasn’t entirely bad to give himself to Titus physically. For the most part, he could orgasm, even if he did have to fantasize about Eloy to achieve it. It all was worthwhile as far as Mateo was concerned. His body was taller and even more toned than when he’d first arrived at the ludus.
His muscles were thicker and more defined. His body had bulked up to the point where he was no longer considered the ‘little bird’ by Boris, who was the gladiator he would have to face for his test. Now, the gladiator called him ‘little man’, even though he stood six feet. Progress was progress. Of course, Boris still wanted to fuck Mateo, but wouldn’t dare cross Titus, who was even more popular after having won every match he’d been in, keeping his champion status intact.
“Are you nervous?” Titus asked him as he wrapped up Mateo’s hands and wrists with strips of leather.
Mateo nodded. “I am. I have to defeat Boris or die.”
Titus nodded. “I would be very disappointed if you died.”
Mateo looked up at him and smirked. “You’d only miss a warm place for your cock.”
Titus laughed and shrugged. “I would miss that, yes. But I think we mean more than that to each other.”
Mateo knew better, though. Had he refused to fuck Titus, the gladiator would have ceased paying him attention. Sure, as long as he continued to be his lover, Titus could claim their relationship was built on something other than sex, but that was only if Mateo stayed in his place. Mateo had tested those waters before, and every time he did not want to have sex, Titus had punished him. Either he wouldn’t train him the next day, or he would allow the cook to give Mateo the less desirable meal.
Mateo had been in the ludus four months and he was no fool. He’d learned a lot of the ways of men, and he refused to let them break him. Still, if Titus wanted to believe he could mean anything more to Mateo than an easier life and better training, then so be it.
Mateo smiled and leaned forward, kissing Titus. “We do,” he lied.
Titus smirked as he tied off the leather. “Boris has a weakness in his defense to the left.”
Mateo nodded, taking the hint. “Gratitude.”
Titus smiled, then looked down at Mateo, their gazes locked. “Do you know why I fight so hard?”
“For the glory of this house and to give worship to the gods?” Mateo supplied.
Titus shrugged. “Goes with the territory. I fight because I want to go down in history as one of the greatest gladiators to have lived. I want my monument to stand outside the arena along with the other greats, and for people to gaze upon it and aspire to be as great as I was. History is created by those brave enough to tell its story.”
The words Titus had spoken were so profound to Mateo, and he did find them inspiring. Although, he wanted to go down in history as one of the gladiators so amazing that he earned his own freedom. That was the story he wanted to tell.
He smiled at Titus again. “Gratitude.”
“It’s time,” Cervantes announced.
Mateo took a deep breath, then followed Titus to the courtyard where all of the gladiators had gathered and formed a circle. Mateo walked to the center of the circle and stood before Cervantes.
