Mama's New Pet

[Felix Valerius]

Valerius was incredibly displeased. His wife had really done it this time, purchasing a fucking gladiator that they had no use for. Possessing the audacity to squander his own coin on the merchandise which, Valerius was already prepared to be very unimpressed by. Apparently she was going to retrieve him today, and have him stay in their villa for a few days. Something else that she did not seek permission from him for. But showing any sign of this anger, would only give her what she wanted. Instead, he stayed unnervingly calm, debating how to unleash his wrath in punishment. It would not come through yelling or anything so obvious. But he would find a way. Hearing the doors to his office open he looked up from is papers to see her enter with a broad smile, and a gladiator in tow. Valerius stood up and pointed to the outside area.

He was not going to have this conversation in his office. She had tainted enough of his fucking house; he would not let her touch this singular room which he found solace in. When she presented the gladiator, Valerius took in the sight of him. His eyes starting on the slave's and slowly inching their way downward to inspect him, while circling the man, as if a predator did its prey before attacking. The man was of good form, rippling muscles, strong figure, a strong sensation for Valerius to reach out and touch him -- and that was when Valerius' gaze reached his leg, as he moved to stand in front of the slave once more, his wife pattering on about his attraction, her hand stroking the slave's chest. Valerius ignored everything she said and focused on that one noticed fact. "You bought a fucking cripple?" He questioned, his tone not raised nor angry, but it was, displeased, his eyes locked onto the brightly blue hued ones of the slaves.

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[Nennius]

mama's new pet Valerius' villa was certainly larger and more impressive than the rickety ludus he had been sold to. It was also harder to get around in. Longer walks meant greater energy expenditure as he dragged his defective leg through the dirt of the garden before stepping into atrium. His stony expression gave no indication of his recent and impressive fall from grace that rivaled Icarus and his plummet from the sky. There was still a healing gash under his right eye where his opponent's spear had just missed blinding him, and a hole in his abdomen where it hadn't. All of which only aided to his misery physically and mentally. When his previous Dominus had pulled him from the arena and stroked his hair, Nennius thought he had earned some sort of redemption but only found himself on the market the very next day. Nennius might have fought some good fights but a Dominus couldn't keep investing in lame gladiator whose rise to fame was likely a fluke anyway, or so he was told. Fuck, he hated Romans. Thinking about it again just drudged up leftover hate and resentment. Even crippled, Nennius could have had a peaceful and full life had it not been for Roman war and invasion. But here he was instead, playing games of blood and death, outmaneuvering his own destruction mere seconds before it's jaws snapped. Sometimes it was hard to tell if it was just dumb fucking luck or the power of sheer will that kept him going, but he knew he simply could not -- would not die at the hand of a filthy Roman. The woman, his sponsor, lead him into a closed office but only for a moment before he was taken back to the gardens with his new Dominus in tow. Brilliantly blue eyes used the opportunity to study the other just as he himself was studied. He hated the idea of being treated like livestock. He hated this man's eyes on him as if he were inspecting a bull, the way he circled around him like a vulture ready to pick the bones of the already deceased. He really hated the Roman woman's incessant touching. Perhaps she hadn't been told that he was just a vulgar Celt with a fucked up leg, not worthy of even being called a person. And still he kept his scowling face otherwise impassive at least until Dominus spoke. Nennius lifted his eyes through dark lashes, meeting the other's cold challenge head on. The corners of his mouth quirked. "Gladiator," He corrected. She had bought a fucking gladiator.

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[Felix Valerius]

Valerius eyed the slave when he thought it alright to correct him. Well, it fucking wasn't. He took a step closer towards him, eyes narrowed at the man. He could practically feel the glee from his wife at the slave's defiance of him. The way he spoke out in correction. "A cripple that will be tongueless as well, should he continue to use such bold words," Valerius threatened, his tone withheld of anger but there was no doubt that he would make good on his threat.

"Which would be quite the disappointment to my wife, I am sure." He knew part of the reason she had brought the slave here, and felt nothing over the idea of the two of them fucking. Perhaps the latter words to the slave were just as much of a threat as the former ones. Valerius took a step back from him, eyes still locked onto the 'Gladiators'. "Remove his brace," he ordered one of the servants, a smug gleam in his eyes at the proposed humiliation towards the man.

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[Nennius]

mama's new pet The closer the Roman man insisted the more Nennius resisted the urge to step backward as doing so would be a clear sign of submission and yet so was staying put and allowing himself to be belittled. Instinctively, he squared his jaw and shoulders, tipping his head back just slightly to try and gain some height, a bit of leverage. Of course nothing would come from it, the man was a Roman after all, incapable of human decency and he, as a slave, nothing more than an expensive piece of property. His eyes flickered towards the mentioned wife. Nennius wasn't stupid. He knew damn well the reason for her sponsorship, but playing whore also meant a second chance and a possibly secured spot in the ludus. He supressed a smile, the woman looked pleased with him. Nennius had little doubt the Roman man's tune would change once he was back in the arena. Money and fame always talked and if not for him, then certainly for his Dominus. Nennius's small victory was short lived. The Roman had stubbed his toe on his wife's new couch so naturally the couch must suffer. He grit his teeth and shifted his weight to the left as the servant removed his brace. Valerius might as well have removed his cock with the amount of humiliation caused in Nennius's subsequent tumble to the dirt. A growl of pain burst from his throats as he gripped the wound at his abdomen, any hope of even attempting to stand again vanishing like a vapor. "Feisigh do thoin fein..." He whispered under his breath, completely at a loss as how to recover from this blow. Defiance and complete hatred washed over his expression as he lifted his head once more.

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[Felix Valerius]

There was something strongly satisfying about seeing the slave fall to the ground. It was clear there was a reliance on the brace and Valerius intended to exploit that. And use it to his advantage as much as possible. "I may be no Gladiator--" His voice holding pride at the fact that he was not for he was no fucking slave. "But I do believe that once man falls to the ground, he may as well be dead." Valerius raised his foot, and shoved back the slave as hard as he could, the satisfaction continuing to grow. Though, the action was also prompted from annoyance and not understanding what words he dare uttered to speak in foreign language.

"A coward's words to speak in foreign tongue. Once again proven your words of being a gladiator false." He could feel his wife's growing annoyance for she had made purchase of him to flaunt him. She spoke of how he was champion and some fuckery that Valerius did not care to hear. Instead, his eyes stayed fixed on the slave's. There was something oddly compelling about him. But Valerius would make no such admittance in a position of power. And he damn well intended to use his authority over the other.

Tag: Nennius

[Nennius]

mama's new pet There wasn't much Nennius could do except to receive the Roman's sandal harshly against his shoulder, the push back ripping the flesh of his wound anew. The pain was well felt, it coursed through his body like lightning and threatened the very breath in his lungs. Fuck... He thought, fuck...fuck!! Yet Nennius simply couldn't give the Roman the pleasure of hearing his agonizing cries, so he swallowed them whole, letting them sink to the pit of his belly. Meanwhile, the lids of his eyes pressed together so tight he thought his eyes would pop from the inside. It seemed to take several minutes but the gladiator drew a breath once more, and when his hand across his torso became warm with fresh blood, the Roman woman cried foul. "Felix!" She bellowed, "I'll not have you damaging him beyond repair!" Of course what she meant was that she wasn't sure if the gladiator could still get it up after continual blows to the abdomen. "Are you quite finished?" She questioned, crossing her arms over her breasts and arching her brows.

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