Crixus came walking towards me and slapped me on my back, "I don't know what possessed you to not pick Mercedes at the last picking round, but hey, thanks!"
I laughed. "So, you two had fun?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Do you think she was very pissed at me?" I asked.
"I dunno, but I don't think so, cause she was too busy moaning out my name."
I suspected that she was probably upset with me, however, I didn't owe her anything and she could praise herself lucky for having the opportunity to be my Rewarder for so long, but now I had found another favorite and I'd pick Tesla before I'd pick Cedi any day. She was a nice girl and all, but he... He was my weakness. He was still my weakness... I found that out two nights ago.
I smirked, thinking back about the hours we'd spent. How I'd pleasured him, or perhaps some would call it punishment...
"Oh, God. I can't take it anymore," he cried out.
"What can't you take anymore, darling?"
When Tesla tried to hold on to his cock, I slapped his hands away. We were at it for four hours and both still hadn't come, even though he must have been close to peaking at least ten times.
"I... S-spartacus, please. Dean--"
"What did I tell you?" I asked while I shoved my cock inside him again. "Don't call me Dean in here."
"I'm s-sorry. Oh, God... I can't hold back," he whined and I slowed my pace. "I... I told you the name of the song. I said I was sorry... Ahh, I need to cum--"
"True. And I said that you will, but I didn't say when now did I?"
The truth was, I could keep him on the edge for as long as I allowed it, something taught to me by Harriet, the first lover I ever had. She was an older lady at forty-two while I had just turned eighteen. She was gorgeous and taught me everything I needed to know when it came to activities in the bedroom, and delaying orgasms was no exception as she was a fan of that herself.
I did put him out of his misery after about five hours, I'm not a bad man after all.
And, oh, how it was so beautiful when he came. He even cried out my name in the moment of passion. I was pretty sure it was the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced and it will make him think about me, wishing for me to pick him next time, I was sure of that. And that idea felt pretty awesome.
"Well... You look pretty satisfied yourself as well," Crixus said, smiling so wide I could see all his teeth. "Does this mean you're gonna let me have her more often?"
"Oh, you can have her anytime, buddy."
"Wow. The new guy was that good?"
Honestly? No, he wasn't that good at all, I mean, it was me who did all the work after all. "Let's just say that he cast a spell on me," I answered.
Crixus opened his mouth, but before he could speak, it was our doctore who entered the arena.
A doctore was the title of a trainer of Gladiators in historical times. Because we kinda do the same thing here, we call our trainer our doctore as well. Oenomaus was his name.
When Oenomaus stepped on the sand of the arena, fun was over and it was time for practicing. We trained every day for hours. Our fights were very real but Oenomaus taught us how to best handle the fights, where to hit to hurt someone without doing too much damage, stuff like that.
We mostly practiced a different kind of skill every day. It wasn't always fighting with our bare hands, as we did in the last match. Sometimes we fought with weapons, like swords, spears, knives, and sticks. And on other days we practiced for special fights. An example of such a special fight is that a stronger gladiator would be blindfolded and had to fight a weaker opponent, who was without a blindfold. I always hated those kinds of matches and training to the core, since it was I who ended up wearing the blindfold, and it just sucked.
Luckily it wasn't one of those horrendous days, because Oenomaus had other attributes with him.
"We will practice with the net and trident today!" he yelled.
That made me smile because the net and trident were one of my favorites.
"Ugh..." I heard a huge sigh coming from the person standing next to me. Seemed like they weren't Crixus's favorites at all.
~
"I still can't believe I was buried ten inches deep inside that one," Crixus said while eye-fucking Mercedes, who sat at the other side of the bar.
"Jesus. Why do you always have to be so vulgar, man? And ten inches? Who are you even trying to impress here?"
I saw Cedi looking at me a few times, but I didn't know what to say to her, so I didn't get up to talk to her. Luckily, she and I never really had much contact outside of the hours she worked for me, hence, it wasn't strange we didn't talk now, but still...something didn't sit completely right with me. I didn't want her to feel like she was dumped by me or anything, even though she kinda was...
Crixus snapped me out of my thoughts when he suddenly laughed out loud again, letting his head fall back. He seemed to do that a lot today: Smile and laugh.
"I'm just...still not over that night."
Suddenly, I realized something. He'd never told me before, but... "Crixus, do you like the girl?"
"What? Pffff... You know we aren't allowed to date anyone from the hotel."
"That wasn't my question."
"I just think she's a great girl."
"You can talk to her too, you know. You don't have to sit here with me."
"I like to sit with you," he answered. "Look, I had a great time with her. Ok? But right now I'm with my buddy."
A great night, he said... I had a great night too, and speaking of that great night, the one I'd spent it with, just came walking through the door. He and that other Rewarder--Bentley was his name, I think--took place at one of the tables and ordered drinks.
While Crixus and I talked about tomorrow's fight, my eyes kept searching for Tesla's and when his and mine met, I raised my glass in the air. He let out an awkward smile and then tried to do the same, but he knocked his glass over and spilled the drink all over the table.
I smirked. In my memory, Ryder was such a smooth guy, but maybe I just think about him that way because to me he was a Godlike creature in highschool. It wasn't just his beautiful appearance. He'd always been a genuinely nice guy. At least, until that one day...
I was most disappointed in his behavior back then, not even in the way he saw me. Just the disappointment of him--a guy who'd always been so nice and sweet--suddenly being such a mean person, insulting me to the core.
However, after the hours we spent together this week, I couldn't be angry with him anymore and I forgave him. I wouldn't ever forget his words, but I realized we were just young guys. What he had done was still wrong, but hadn't we all done a regrettable thing in our lives? I'd made mistakes too. At least he apologized to me.
He looked at me with red cheeks while wiping up the wet mess using his napkin. I smiled at him. No, Ryder had never been a klutz, but maybe I was the reason that Tesla was one now?
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