I'm A Slave For You

[Felix Valerius]

Valerius was sitting on a chair in his room, a cup of the finest wine in is hand. He had summoned the gladiator to his room and . . . Valerius was not even certain the reason for this. Perhaps to humiliate him. Perhaps to see him in his natural glory. All the noble did know, was that every time he watched his wife fuck Nennius, there was a sea of rage within him. Tonight, the slave was his to do whatever he wanted. Undress him and then send him back to his quarters. That was the plan anyway. Now whether Valerius would be able to stick to it, was an entirely different matter.

He could hear the soft foosteps approaching, echoing in the large otherwise silent halls. For everyone was asleep. He took a particularly large gulp of his drink right before Nennius entered. When he did, the guard stayed next to him. Valerius titled his chin to indicate that the guard leave. He wouldn't be far of course should the slave make any attempt. Valerius eyed the man, a serious expression on his face, undertoned with arrogance. Unmoved from his current seated position. "Remove your clothing." No pleasantries, no word play. Just a raw command, authority clear in his voice as he took a sip of his wine, expectantly, eyes still locked on the gladiator.

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[Nennius]

I'm A Slave For You Nennius's tongue had gotten him into more trouble than he needed and he'd been thoroughly humiliated on more than one occasion. So, now, when his Dominus called for him, he answered. Upon entering Valerius's room he took note of the man casually seated, curious as to what atrocities he might have done this time? His Domina prided herself on her ability to make things up and pin punishments on him that he didn't deserve. Valerius, however, rarely called for him, which made the possible reason for this visit all the more concerning.  The dismissal of Valerius's guard was also alarming, and he watched the man leave from the corner of his eyes, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and alone. And then his Dominus spoke. The sound of his words seemed foreign and garbled and Nennius stood there attempting to process what it was the man was getting at. The tension in the room spread out until Nennius was as taut as a bow string and when no further instruction was given, he supposed he hadn't misheard after all. "Yes, Dominus." Nennius was stoney faced as he unbuckled and loosened the leather armor he wore to train with and he let it fall to the floor without much consideration. His belt, subligar and sandals quickly joined the rest, yet in order to continue to stand, he let his brace remain. Still defiant, however, Nennius stood naked before his Dominus, blue eyes returning a fierce and challenging gaze.

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[Felix Valerius]

Valerius watched as Nennius began to comply. Removing each article of clothing and anything that covered his body. The brace would have to remain for now. But Valerius was mindful of it as it reminded him of their first meeting not incredibly long ago. Where it had been forcefully removed. Valerius watched intently, taking in the sight of the Gladiator's form. And . . . he was of quite a form indeed. The strong firm muscle that rippled over his body. The slightly tanned skin from hours training in the sun. He was a worthy investment it would seem, yet Valerius would make no such admittance.

Besides, the reason of his purchase was one that left a sour taste on the Roman's tongue for it had to do with his wife's vindictive ways. Taking another casual sip of his drink, letting both gaze and silence linger, he continued with the next command. "Remove the blanket of my bed." The layer of blanket that covered it. Valerius looked at him expectantly, just as he had before. "Then, you will remove your brace." Hopefully the fucking Gladiator could keep up with both tasks listed so close together. He wanted the slave on his bed, movement hindered. Completely at his mercy. Yet, from what he saw in his gaze. Those eyes. Those defiant eyes . . . left Valerius wondering if he would do what he demanded of him.

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[Nennius]

I'm A Slave For You He should have known it would come to this. Nennius had endured the lingering gazes of both men and women alike while on display like cattle in the marketplace. If it wasn't the lust filled stares, it was the wandering hands that cared not that they touched a living, breathing being but rather considered him a mere possession, a toy for the masses. Already he had lain multiple times with the Domina who purchased him simply for spite. He knew for certain she felt nothing but carnal pleasure with him and it wasn't as if he felt any different himself, but loveless love making wasn't an activity he engaged in when a free man. Was Valerius to have his way with him too? Nennius licked his lips in a nervous gesture, grudgingly doing as told and undressing the bed. Removing his brace was another thing entirely. It was utterly humiliating to be unable to stand, to walk freely, to do much of anything at all. Not even Domina required this of him.  Nennius weighed his options which weren't much. He could refuse and take whatever lash he was given, and yet still have to endure whatever degradation Valerius had in mind. Or he could comply and endure whatever degradation Valerius had in mind. One would definitely hurt his ego more than the other. He decided to comply, but he'd take his dear sweet time about it. Sitting upon the bed, he bent, taking a deep breath through his nose. The longer this dragged out the worse the pit in his stomach felt. Would Valerius actually do something to him? He felt Valerius thought him too lowly and too dirty to touch. Perhaps that would be a saving grace. He didn't want his Dominus to underestimate him in any sense of the word but at the moment he couldn't bring those baby blues to look up from the floor as he tossed the brace aside with the rest of his dignity.

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[Felix Valerius]

Valerius had to admit that he was uncertain as to whether Nennius would accept such commands willingly, or with defiance. He did recall the last time he had made him remove his brace. It sparked tension and anymosity between them. But this time, the male did as he was told. It gave Valerius a smug satisfcation, his head turning to follow Nennius' movements. When he was done, Valerius gave the next command. "Lie upon your stomach," he told him, and when Nennius did that . . . Valerius finally rose from his chair, finishing the last of the wine by the time he reached the side of the bed that the slave was lying upon.

Valerius set his cup on the side table, his eyes lingering over the whole backside of his slave. Eyes resting upon the brand that marked his shoulder. "Tell me slave--" An emphasize on the word, as if reminding him of his status. "What thoughts lay in mind while fucking my wife?" He wanted to know what Nennius thought of in such moments. Though, the actions only made Valerius despise her even more. Not because he was jealous. But because he knew she was doing it to spite him.

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[Nennius]

I'm A Slave For You Nennius rested his forehead against crossed arms as he lay exposed on his master's bed. He swore he could feel Valerius's eyes upon him, washing over his skin in ways that twisted his gut to sickness.  Whatever he thought might happen here, Valerius's question was not it and it took him by surprise. Was the man really interested in such things? From what he had observed in his short time in the villa was far from beloved partners. He knew his purchase was set to inflict pain, but had it? Valerius didn't seem the type that would care what or who his wife did on her own, so why the question? "Thoughts wonder of how my Dominus must not satisfy his wife," He spoke into the mattress of the bed, hoping to hide the grin that played upon his face. "There are medicinal herbs, however, that could cure my Dominus's unfortunate ailment." He had to bite his lip to keep a stray chuckle from sound and shaking his shoulders, his words alluding to possible impotence on Valerius's behalf.

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[Felix Valerius]

Valerius had not intended for this to surpass what it was now. With Nennius lying so exposed. He had merely brought him here to . . . gloat. And leer apparently. But Nennius' words struck something deep within Valerius. The mere suggestion of his inability to perform. Blaming it on ailment rather than desire. And it triggered the noble male. Anger coursed through him, a flicker of his crossing his features and glad that Nennius could not see it. What happened next, perhaps could be the result of so much suppressed emotion. The constantly cool exterior within Valerius finally faltering. "You hold belief in my inability to perform?" He questioned rhetorically -- though perhaps accusation was the more appropriate term.

Valerius moved onto the bed, his hands moving to Nennius' legs to force them apart, hand gripping the crippled one more tightly than necessary as he shoved them apart. His chest heaved with the anger, tongue gliding over the palm of his hand before slipping under his robe to slick himself. It wasn't until this moment that he recognized how aroused he was; from the moment Nennius had started to remove his clothing. Once slick, he guided the head of his length to Nennius' entrance, rubbing against it and without any warning, thrust inside, one swift hard motion. His other hand gripped a fistful of Nennius' hair, yanking his head up.

"Tell me slave, do you find me impotent now?" And once again without warning, Valerius thrust. His cock shoved deep inside the Gladiator without thought to his own comfort. In fact, he purposely priortized his own, uncaring of how it would effect the slave. This was about asserting his dominance. It was about putting the fucking slave in his place. However, Valerius still felt that fuming anger towards the slave for the audacity of his words. He pulled his head up aggressively where his hand still tightly clutched his hair. "You do not fucking speak to your dominus in such way, or I will have your tongue." More threats, that Valerius was not even entirely certain he would make good on.

His other hand gripped Nennius' shoulder, fingers digging into where it bore the brand of a slave. "You are a slave," he reminded. "Consider this lesson in reminder." Valerius' hips bucked forward, pushing inside of Nennius again, and again, in powerful, vigorous strokes, finding the sanctification of such action coursing through him . . . providing the Roman with a deep seated pleasure that he had not experienced in quite some time.

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[Nennius]

I'm A Slave For You Everything that happened next, happened so fast there was barely enough time to register anything else beyond the pain. Hot, searing pain that radiated outward all the way to the tips of his fingers, which were curled into tight fists around the blankets of Valerius's bed. Whatever the man had said, it was so far away, Nennius couldn't make it out. There was nothing he could say in reply anyway as his breath and voice fled the moment Valerius invited himself in. Nennius had never laid with a man before, he had no idea the power a cock could hold over someone, the damage it could do, the pain it could inflict. He felt an instant regret towards any of his past lovers he may have been too rough with. Valerius's grip in his hair, forced his head back but compared to the stabbing burn that threatened to split him in two, the pain caused there was unfelt. As it went on, a time period unknown, Nennius' breath came in ragged intervals, every time he thought maybe it was over and he could breathe once more, Valerius thrust again, burying himself deeper and deeper and stealing away the only weapon he had at the moment, his voice.  Every muscle in his body was on edge, taut and screaming, but he would not cry. The pain may have threatened him with unconsciousness, but Nennius would never give Valerius the satisfaction of tears. The man may have thought he was breaking him, but even as the burn washed over him again and again, his determination and endurance was being fueled. He wouldn't let a crippled leg fuck his life, and he wouldn't let a simple fuck cripple his pride. Eventually Nennius willed himself to relax, finding the agony easing up as he did so. Valerius's cock was also weeping with precum inside him, easing the burn of friction. His hands, however, were still white knuckled, twisted in the sheets, keeping him grounded in reality. This wasn't a nightmare he was going to wake up from and all he could do was endure.

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