He turned me on my back, spreading my legs apart and raising my behind from the sheets as my knees fell over his shoulders. I felt the pulsating manhood he’d pulled out of his trousers pressed up against my winking hole, it was slowly pushing into me, spreading me more and more until suddenly it popped inside and I began to scream from the stinging sensation that flowed up my spine.
“Am I the biggest man you’ve ever had?” he asked with a smile as he glared into my eyes.
“Yes captain!” I moaned as I felt his shaft hitting my sweet spot deep inside of me.
The room soon filled with the sounds of his sweat-ridden nuts bouncing off my backside and he continued to pound me over and over, causing squeals and cries of joy as I was a helpless victim to his thrusts.
“Oh captain, please captain!” I couldn’t contain my cries and although I’d faked them with many men every, single one was true when it came to the captain.
I loved every second of it, loved the smell that began to linger in the air as he pounded me into the silk sheets that soaked up all our sweat. I loved the way he put his fingers into my mouth, the ones he’d placed inside me moments before and made me taste myself and I loved how he leaned in and kissed me passionately which was something so rare for a client to do. He was an experienced lover which made it more exciting but he was also a battle-worn animal which made all of his actions barbaric. I loved it.
He continued thrusting into me, pounding my body down into the sheets for a while but soon grew tired of doing all the work and wanted me to take over for him.
He pulled out of me, sat on the bed with his back against the headboard and held his shaft straight.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
I did as he asked, moving up and down on his thick, juicy dick and moaning with joy as I did so. I didn’t want it to end, didn’t want him to ever stop hitting that sweet spot deep inside of me that few men rarely got every, single time the way he did.
“Oh captain!” I cried out again.
I wanted him to shoot his sweet seed in me, wanted to remember this moment for the rest of my life and wanted him to tell me it was more than just a fuck for the money even though it wasn’t.
I reached down and grabbed my cock, jerking myself off as I continued to ride the captain and looked into his dark, brown eyes. He smiled at me, leaning up to kiss me and wrapped his arms around my slender body. He could do anything to me – that’s all I kept thinking. He could have me any way he wanted he could take me from the fortress and tie me up and fuck me every night without paying me a penny and I wouldn’t mind even a little. A part of me craved that.
My heart raced faster, my hand moving up and down my dick as he held me in place. Everything began to spin; I cried out and began to shoot on the man’s muscular body as he continued to thrust deep into me.
“I’m cumming!” I cried out as I shot over and over.
“I can see that,” he laughed as he took my shaft and jerked it a little.
“You sweet, sweet whore,” he said with a smile.
“I love those moans of yours.”
When I’d done shooting he pulled himself out of my hole. He grabbed me, throwing me back into the sheets and stood at the edge of the bed. I gasped for air but I didn’t get long before I felt his juicy dick pushing down my mouth. I was soon sucking his dick, exhausted but not defeated. I did exactly what he wanted and took him right to the back of my throat before pulling away and repeating the process.
He ran his hands into my blonde hair and moaned loudly.
“I have a nice load for you to swallow,” he said with a smile as he looked down at me.
“I hope you enjoy it, because I cum by the bucket-full.”
I felt his creamy seed begin to fill my mouth as he moaned loudly, my first reaction was to pull back but he made sure I endured every last moment he shot out. He finally released me and I coughed as I removed myself, gasping and panting for air with the thick juices trickling down the back of my throat and lining my stomach. It was salty like all men were but I still loved it anyway, I loved the way he had used my body and I looked up to him with a smile as I rubbed my lips.
“You’re good at what you do.” He stated as he walked back over to his clothes and began to get dressed.
He began to get ready; I didn’t know what to do now that I’d been brought all the way out of the city and placed in his barracks. Did I head back to London?
“Captain, what would you have me do now?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” He was already fully dressed.
“Am I to leave this place at once?”
He came over to me and ruffled my hair. “
“Why would I have you do that?” he said.
“What about tomorrow and the next night? I need you here boy,” he continued.
“Yes captain,” I replied.
It looked like I had found a new place of work.
--THE END--
The Pits
A young warrior is taken from the fighting pits in Greece and put to work for a lord as a simple slave. He has no idea why his muscular, toned body was stripped from battle to do chores around a house but all is revealed when the equally in-shape lord puts his body to other uses. He demands the warrior call him master and makes him do things he’s never done before – some more painful than fighting in the pits however the warrior learns to love these acts and soon finds himself wanting to please the lord in any way possible.
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Seven fights in the coliseum had led me to this moment. All the spectators hated me, they never thought I’d make it this far by refusing to kill my opponents. I just didn’t have it in me, I might have been a gladiator but it wasn’t my choice. Now, I had been sold to a new master, one that didn’t want me for war but for lust, I had no idea what I was in for.
“C’mon, take it all off for me,” my new Master ordered.
“I’ve never…” I had never done anything like this before, I was built for battle not for love-making, if that’s what this was.
“Just take those rags off, I’ll do the work this time, but you need to learn fast,” he replied.
I wondered what would happen, if it would hurt, if I would even enjoy it.
I began to take my shirt and trousers off, they were muddy and covered In the blood of the man I’d just beat around with a club anyway. The crowd had roared for me to kill him but I didn’t – although his master may have done so after the match ended as punishment for losing. I never thought I’d fight my way out of the pits like that, I made my old master a lot of money but here I was in the giant mansion owned by a lord of Greece. I guess miracles did happen for slaves like myself – depending how much I enjoyed the next part of the evening.
“I’m going to tie you down,” he said as he held rope in his hands.
“But why?” I didn’t like being defenseless.
He looked at me puzzled, he probably wasn’t used to slaves that answered back or asked questions.
“Because I don’t want you struggling, it might hurt at first but you’ll get used to it,” he replied.
He was a large man, tall and muscular with more of a warrior’s body than that of a lazy, fat lord like the rest of them. He seemed to keep in shape and by the way he held that rope I knew he’d been involved in some kind of battle before. This wasn’t no ordinary lord.
“There’s really no need…” I wasn’t going to struggle or disobey him.
He sighed and stepped forward, he held the rope tightly as he closed in.
“I am your master,” he stated.
“Do as I say,” I guess I had no choice.
I nodded silently; he grabbed me by my arms and lay me flat on my stomach on a bear-skin rug in his bedroom. He tied my arms in front of me and as I lay naked awaiting his touch. I could feel myself getting aroused although I didn’t know why – I had never felt like this before, never had a desire to feel like this before and yet now I did. Why?
“How is it?” He aske
d as if he was concerned.
“I could break out if I needed,” I replied.
“Is that so?” laughter filled his voice.
“Yes, if I broke this wrist I could remove the rope, then I could use the floor to put it back into place and remove the other, it’d only take a few seconds,” I was used to these sorts of things from my time in the pits.
“Are you going to break free then?” He asked.
“I have no desire to flee,” I replied as I heard him getting undressed behind me.
“What desires do you have then?” I could hear him tossing his silken clothes aside as he dropped to his knees and spread my cheeks apart.
“I have no desires,” I was trained to respond as such.
“Interesting,” he stated.
I felt a finger of his running over my hole, I twitched as it tingled, it felt odd but not bad.
“Does that feel good?” He asked.
“It feels…different.”
“Good different?”
“It’s just…”
Before I could respond the master began to dig his finger into my hole, I felt my shaft harden beneath me as my eyes watered. It felt good – really good.
I moaned loudly and the master laughed, he rammed a second finger into my aching hole and made me cry out more.
“Oh!” I screamed with joy.
“That’s right,” he stated.
“I knew you’d like it.”
“How could you tell?” I turned my head so that my cheek was pressed on the floor as I looked back at the master.
“The way you moved in the pits today, you’re so tense, I knew you’d like this, having the power taken from you so you can just relax.”
“I’ve never had power Master, I’m a slave,” I replied.
“A slave who can win every battle without killing, that is power and the people in the pits knew it, that’s why I took you away, before they took it back from you.”
“You mean they were going to kill me?”
“Perhaps.”
I heard the master spit into his palm as he began to loosen my hole by rubbing his saliva into it. I’d never felt anything like it before.
“Stay still for this part,” he said.
I readied myself for what was to come next as I felt the tip of the master’s shaft pressing up against my dripping hole. As he pushed in the first inch I gulped heavily then gasped loudly, it hurt, it hurt a lot but thankfully my pain tolerance was one of my strongest assets.
“How is it?” He moaned.
“Because it feels good for me,” I guess that was good then.
“It’s…odd,” I grunted.
He pushed in further and further forcing my body to take more of his large, pulsating member. I thought it’d never end; he seemed to keep digging in further with every moment that passed until finally I felt the weight of his body fall on top of me. His ripped abs and hairy skin pressed up against my smooth back.
Then suddenly the master hit something within me that made me cry out in joy.
“Fuck!” I cursed as it made my entire body tremble below my master.
“So that’s where it is, your sweet spot,” he laughed.
“It’s deep, good job I’m big enough.”
“Just relax,” he said as he ran his hands into my over-grown, brown locks.
The master flipped me over and put both of my legs over his shoulders; he leaned forwards and forced my knees back to my ears as he glared into my hazel eyes with a smirk crossing his face.
“How does it feel now?”
“It’s…nice,” my lips were quivering as I felt the pleasure wash over me.
“You’re really tight, it feels good for me too,” he replied.
He thrust harder and harder into me as I screamed louder and louder. I loved every second of it.
“Are you ready for your first seeding?” He asked.
“Yes…”
A seeding was an intimate act only performed by lords and ladies. I never imagined I’d be given it by another man – I never imagined it’d ever happen at all.
My new master roared as he tensed his abs and thrust deep into my hole, stretching me more and more. Without warning I felt myself climax even without touching my own shaft, I shot strand after strand of thick, white fluids over myself and the master ran a hand over my soaked torso and smirked.
“This is it!” He moaned loudly as I felt him burst inside my body, his juices filling me up until my body couldn’t take it anymore and it began to leak back out of me.
Afterwards he got up, removing his body from mine and grabbed his clothes. I lay on the floor gasping for air as if I’d just gone five rounds in the pits. So that was what lust was about, now I knew.
“You did well,” he stated.
“Better than I thought you would, if you weren’t a fighter you’d definitely be a whore.”
“What do I do now?” I asked, id served my purpose.
“You have a room set up for you in the main house.”
“In the house?” I asked, surprised that a slave would be allowed free roam.
“Yes, does that surprise you?”
“A little,” I replied.
“I want you to know that I’m not like the other lords you’ve encountered, things here are different in this house, if you serve me well you will be treated as an equal.”
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I awoke to a strange smell emitting from down the hallway. I’d grown accustom to my bedroom however the giant mansion located in the center of Athens was still beyond me. I couldn’t find my way to the chamber let alone find my way to the living quarters where my master instructed me to go every sunset. I’d been late at least seven times now and I don’t think he was pleased with me.
“Hello?” I called out as I followed the smell, I rarely ever saw anyone else in the mansion, in-fact, I’d never seen another slave at all.
“In here,” it was the master, he called out to me and guided me through the house until I met him in the kitchen where he cooked over a hot stove.
“Master, why are you cooking?” Surely he had slaves or chefs to do that kind of thing.
“Is it unusual to cook?” he asked as he poured meat onto a plate along with cheese on another and bread on another.
“It’s unusual for a lord to cook,” I replied.
“As you well know my tastes are a little different,” he said as he grinned at me.
Whilst sleeping with another man wasn’t unheard of it definitely was uncommon. Most notable lords would’ve been very discreet about that sort of behavior however my master didn’t seem to care. Just the other day he insisted we made love on his balcony overlooking the city where plenty of passers-by may have been able to see us and yet he was loud and proud throughout the entire act.
I’d gotten used to him now. Having him inside of me every night had become somewhat of a pleasure. I found myself looking forward to his touch, even craving it on the nights he wasn’t home. He was quickly becoming my entire world.
I grabbed a steak with my hands and began to dig in upon permission, the master laughed at me and handed me utensils, something I wasn’t used to eating with.
“You’re not in the pits anymore warrior,” he stated.
“Eat like a man with dignity; you have that, don’t you?” I wasn’t so sure.
I silently nodded as I couldn’t wait any longer or be bothered to argue back with him. The moment I could grab the utensils I did so and I dug into the best meal of my life.
The entire plate was emptied in seconds and I began to glare at The Master’s plate unintentionally but obviously as he sat beside me and tucked a tiny, white piece of cloth down the front of his white, buttoned shirt.
“You want it?” He asked and I nodded my head vigorously.
He slid the plate in-front of me and for a moment I looked at the man as if he was a god. It didn’t take a minute for me to devour the entire thing once more and I sat back in the stool holding my expanding bel
ly, feeling full for the first time in my life.
“I’ve arranged to have you washed in about an hour, so you best get down to the baths,” I looked at The Master with horror as he said the sentence. My blissful, satisfied fullness couldn’t mask the imagery that his words gave life to.
“The baths, the slave’s baths?” I don’t know why I was surprised, I was a slave after all.
“Well… yes, I thought you’d want the interaction with the other slaves after being kept indoors for a few weeks now. Don’t you miss anyone?”
Missed them? They had all tried to kill me at one time or another – not just in the fighting pits either. They were brutal and savage, a lot of them had lost their humanity after years of torture and beatings.
The Master stood up and walked towards me, I backed up towards the window as he continued to pace forward until I couldn’t move.
“I’m sorry if you disagree however the slave baths exist for a reason,” he stated.
“Besides…” He muttered as he grabbed the dished and took them to the sink.
“Don’t you want to use what I’ve taught you, to find a nice partner of your own status to share your body with?” What was he asking me?
“What?” I felt hurt for some reason.
“I’m just saying, if women are really your thing then you can find one at the baths, you don’t just have to be mine, that’s your job, you can have a relationship outside of this house. I’ll permit it.” He said it as if it was some huge favor.
I’d never been one to disobey an order before but the master had hurt me. I don’t know why but I felt furious with him.
“I’m not going!” I screamed as I ran out of the kitchen and through the living quarters and into the private baths in his yard, slamming the door behind me.
I barricaded myself in the courtyard and began to get undressed, I was acting crazed but I couldn’t think straight. I wasn’t going to wash with the animals, I wasn’t going to mate with another slave, I had the master, why would he say those things to me? Did I like him? Did I love him? What had happened to me?
“You’re not allowed in there!” He yelled through the barricaded door.
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