TESLA
"So..." From behind me, a
deep voice spoke and its owner shut the door with a bang. There we
stood in his room, and my heart raced underneath my ribcage when I felt
Spartacus's finger gently running over my spine. "...I gotta take a bath
first," he said, walking past me.
I shivered at his touch and wondered what would happen after that bath...
As I followed him further into the room, I watched his gorgeous back muscles moving and flexing with every step he took. My eyes trailed from his shoulders to his waist and lower. He only wore a pair of brown leather pants to cover himself up, and honestly, it was hard to take my gaze off of him.
Five months... That's how long it had been since I got laid, and seeing a very attractive half-naked guy who also happened to just win a fight (and had earned a ticket to have his ways with me for twenty-four hours) made me feel not only nervous as fuck, but also hot as fuck.
It'll be alright, I told myself. Bentley had said that most Gladiators were just normal guys, so it's gonna be alright.
Spartacus turned around and cleared his throat. "I said I required a bath. I'll take a drink first."
It took me a few seconds before I came back to my senses, and I understood that he wanted me to run him his bath. When I looked up at his face after I stopped myself from staring at his perfectly sculptured pecks, I saw him looking at me with a raised brow.
Of course, I should run him his bath! I wasn't his servant for nothing. "Oh! Y-yeah, sorry!"
I rushed to the bathroom and opened the water tap to fill the bathtub. While the water was running, I checked the temperature and grabbed a bottle of bath oil that stood on the edge of the tub, and dumped a few drops of liquid in the water. It smelled like caramel but then a little spicy.
When the bath was filled enough, I closed the tap. Spartacus had entered the bathroom in the meantime.
"Your bath is ready."
I wanted to leave to give him some privacy, but he grabbed my hand, making me stay.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"Oh... I..."
He smirked and brushed some hair out of my face, tugging it behind my ear. His hands felt rough against my skin. Rough and strong, but also gentle.
As I looked into his eyes, they twinkled and they somehow seemed so familiar to me. I didn't know why. Had I seen him before? Had I seen those eyes before? Or did he just look like someone I knew?
"You're not leaving my side, darling, you're my rewarder and will stay by my side until I tell you to leave," he told me. "So, Tesla... Undress me now."
Holy Jesus Christ. We really were going to fuck tonight, weren't we? Ok, I could do this. It's not like I never undressed or fucked another man in my life. I'll show him my skills.
While opening the button of his pants, my hands grazed against his abs and Oh my God, those muscles were hard as a brick.
It didn't seem like Spartacus was going to help me any time soon with taking those awfully tight leather pants off of his body, so I sunk to my knees and pulled them down his legs, trying not to gaze at the visible bulge that was shown inside his white boxer briefs.
Damn.
Finally done with that damn pants, I pulled his underwear down and I swear that I didn't mean to stare at it for so long...but I did...
"Like what you see?" he asked and I coughed, almost choking on my own spit.
"..."
"Can't blame you." He smirked. "I'm pretty happy with it myself." He stepped into the bathtub and slowly sat down, sinking in the water. A satisfied moan escaped his lips. "Ahh...this feels nice."
The next few minutes I stood beside the tub, not knowing what I should do. What was expected of me? Talk to him? Offer him something? Wait till he asks me to do some-
"Take your dick out."
"...?"
"Come on, lower your pants, I wanna see what you got."
So, that was kinda direct... "O-oh...ok," I said, stuttering like an imbecile. Oh, come on, Ryder, you knew this was going to happen!
I first pulled my tie a little loose, cause it was fucking hot in here and therefore it was hard to breathe. Then, I opened my pants and shoved the thing down till it dropped like a puddle to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and then the pants.
My body was nowhere near his hot physique and I felt slightly insecure because of that. I don't think I've ever hooked up with a hot guy like this before. Mostly I just hooked up with attractive guys but this man was just super hot...
I stuck my fingers into the elastic band of my boxers and decided I wouldn't overthink things and will just show him what I got.
He didn't look too disappointed cause I saw him licking his lip before he sunk lower into the water and relaxed his head on the edge of the tub.
"That's a nice dick," he praised.
"Well, thank-"
"Play with yourself a little," he said, taking a sponge and soaping up his godlike body.
I debated if I found this situation hot or not but figured that in the end, it didn't really matter because I was here to serve him and gaining a thousand bucks by that, so jerking myself off didn't seem to be that bad.
I massaged my dick till I went hard and started masturbating in front of his eyes. It had been long since I had done this for someone.
Spartacus pulled the plug out of the tub and stood up, walked to the shower, and washed the soap off his body, while I was starting to get good tingles in my nether regions.
"You truly don't see it do you?" he asked when he was done showering.
I was confused. "See what?" I asked, while still vigorously beating off my cock. Fuck, it felt so good.
"Me." He walked towards me till he stood in front of me and slapped my hand away from my cock, only to replace it with his own.
"Hahhh...!" I gasped at the sudden touch. "Y-you?"
I almost came right then and there.
"Hmm-hmm, me," he whispered against my lips while his hand rolled over the head of my dick. "You and I, we've met before."
"W-we have? Ahh..."
"Eight years ago, at the basketball court..." He hoisted me up and walked us over to the bed where he threw me on the mattress. "A boy," he continued, "known to be ugly, with pimples and crooked teeth, and freakishly long arms..."
Flashes of old memories crossed my mind.
Oh, God. It couldn't be him, could it?
"That boy grew out to be a man," Spartacus growled while he tore my shirt open and pushed my legs apart. "But he never quite forgot the words he heard on that one fateful day."
He leaned towards the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube. I noticed he was hard too and he was fucking huge.
"D-dean?" I asked, stuttering. I sat up to watch what he was doing. Could this man really be highschool Dean?
"It's Spartacus now, Tesla... Just like I can't call you Ryder in here, you can't call me Dean," he answered while coating a few of his fingers with the clear slippery liquid.
It was him. It really was him. What were the odds of us meeting again?! This place wasn't even in the same city as our old school. It was a four-hour drive.
"What...what are you gonna do to me?" I asked.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you..."
He pushed me flat against the bed and hovered over me.
"I...n-never got to tell you how sorry I was that day in March," I spoke truthfully.
I was young and stupid that day we last saw each other, but that didn't make my actions less wrong. I remembered the look on his face the moment I had turned around he stood there, behind me. I still felt so awful thinking about it.
That evening, I had felt so nauseous. I couldn't stand myself and I eventually fell asleep after telling myself that I should apologize to him the very next day, but he never came back to school. It was awful to realize how my horrible attitude had driven a gentle and nice boy away from school.
"You do remember?" Spartacus asked and his voice was a little softer.
"I do-ahh!" he slipped a finger inside of me.
This has got to be the weirdest foreplay I had ever had in my life. I clutched at his shoulders and squeezed them, caressing over his muscles. It felt awkward that it felt this good.
"Of course I remember you... I l-listened to your music that same evening and believe me if I tell you that I felt horrible. I s-still feel horrible. I wanted to apologize to you...but you were gone, and I never saw you at school again..." I breathlessly explained while he was fingerfucking my hole.
I threw my head to the back when he found the right place. "Ahh, f-fuck."
Spartacus sat on his knees between my legs and while one hand kept massaging my prostate gland, his other grabbed my dick and he began to assault me at the two different places, simultaneously.
It didn't take long for me to reach the point of cumming. Just a little longer...
I was leaking all over his hand and felt my stomach tighten, ready to blow, until he stopped fingering me and squeezed the tip of my cock tightly, stopping me from cumming.
My body shivered all over.
"I'm still gonna make you pay for that day..." he said softly, coming closer and breathing against my lips. He gently kissed me and I don't think I ever felt hornier than at this very moment. I was pretty sure I just whined when he let go of me. "I've got all night to play with you... But, if you give me the name of 1 song that was on my playlist, I'll let you cum before the twenty-four hours are over, and you can count on me if I say it's gonna be the best you've ever had."
I swallowed hard.
"You got five seconds," he said. "One..."
Fuck, I couldn't think straight when he grazed his pelvis against me!
"Two..."
"Uhh...."
"Three..."
"That one s-song!"
Fuck what was it called?!
"Four..."
At the very last second, I blurted out the name of a song and I was positive that my answer was correct.
And I knew it was, when I saw him smiling, even if it was only for a millisecond.
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