Erotic short. A servant attends a warrior and gives him his first taste of sex with another man.
3k, rated E, cis M/ cis M. A warrior has never slept with another man before, and intends to top — his pretty little servant has different ideas, and cleaves him open. Featuring anal sex, massage kink, size kink, some gaping, rough sex, gender play, feminisation, D/s and power dynamics, role reversal, dirty talk, creampies, lots of breeding kink.
Adapted from a TweetFic.
Wolf’s never laid with a man before.
He remembers being mildly disgusted by the idea when he was a young man, not understanding remotely why someone would empty their balls in another man instead of a girl — had wrinkled his nose when he saw the boywhores at the brothel in amongst the girls. As he’s grown older, it’s not bothered him in quite the same way, he’s become less sensitive about it, but nonetheless, he’s never actually… forayed.
A few of the lads in the arena have been laughing about it recently, bragging about it, how tight the boys they’ve been fucking are, how they know better how to handle a cock than most girls.
Wolf has been… curious.
Not curious enough to go into one of the brothels and pick out one of the boys for himself, of course — those little cunts gossip and trade in information like any whore does in the city, and he doesn’t like the idea of trying it out and finding his cock doesn’t rise to the occasion, having it made out that he’s impotent rather than just not being turned on by men.
Alitos, though, Wolf knows fucks other men exclusively — he’s attended Wolf in the arena for the past three years, and Wolf knows that people find him pretty, and he supposes he sees it himself. He’s a man, true, has a squareness to his jaw, but he’s much shorter than Wolf or most of the other warriors in the arena — he’s soft at his hips and at his breast, and while he’s not actually slim, has a roundness to him, he’s much narrower around than Wolf is. He’s got none of Wolf’s heavy, defined muscle, and when he moves, the skirts he wears sway, the sheer fabrics moving and overlapping.
He’s a pretty thing, soft, and other warriors have remarked on how lovely he is, that he’s womanish in some ways, but he’s got a hardness within that Wolf likes and appreciates, his voice cold, his mannerisms hard.
“It’s understandable to be nervous, sir,” he says quietly as he slides the bolt across the door, the sound of it going right through him, and Wolf wouldn’t like to admit that inwardly he flinches, no matter that he manages to hold it in.
“I’m not nervous.” The word comes out in a sharper bark than he means as Alitos assists in disrobing him — Wolf stands in place and lets Alitos pull away the tunic he’d been wearing on his way to the sauna, until Wolf is naked and Alitos is just in his attendant’s robe.
Wolf had requested Alitos’ services in his bedroom tonight — he’d ordered that he be clean and untouched by any other man, and Alitos had smiled up at him and obediently nodded his head, his hands clasped loosely in front of his chest.
“How about a massage?” Alitos asked, his lips curled in a soft smile now.
Wolf says nothing, but he lets Alitos nudge him down onto the bed on his belly, and he sighs as he drops his face into the pillows, his hands either side of it, his palms against the sheets. He’s had Alitos’ hands on his body before, albeit not like this, naked on his front — it’s always been his thumbs and fingers, occasionally his elbows, digging into his shoulders to work and massage Wolf’s tired muscles after bouts in the arena.
He’s never done it like this before, touched him quite like this — there’s never been so much skin-on-skin contact.
Alitos’ robe falls to the floor, and Wolf swallows around the sudden lump in his throat. They’ve never been naked together either.
“There we are,” Alitos says quietly, coming to straddle him, and feels himself stiffen as he feels the heavy weight of Alitos’ cock resting soft on his lower back. Before he can focus too much on it, think about it and the fact he’s never seen it swinging beneath Alitos’ skirts, Alitos’ palms are sliding into his shoulders, pressing hard into them.
Wolf groans in relief as he feels the servant’s warm, strong hands press into the tired, well-used meat of his shoulders and his back, feels him push and press on the knotted muscle, digging into where it’s tight and firmly untangling those muscles.
“You’ve such a beautiful body, Ser Vargas,” Alitos says, and Wolf feels a tingling heat rush all across his body, feeling as though he’s settled too fast into a very hot bath of water. “You’re such a strong and vibrant man — it so pleases me to see you move in the arena, to see how you use the bulk and brawn of your body, how you look when you move, how you wear the armour in which I dress you. Such a privilege it is, I find, to have some small part of the figure you cut as you fight and dance on the arena sands.”
His fingers are still pressing into Wolf’s muscle, leaving him sighing in pleasure as he grows physically looser, as Alitos kneads and works his back like a baker working dough, until it’s smooth and supple, with no knots left to speak of, all the tension worked away.
Between the praise that comes out of Alitos’ mouth, his warm and soothing voice, and the way he’s worked over Wolf’s back, he’s blissed out beneath him, his body relaxed and damn near liquid in the middle of the mattress.
Alitos slides down slightly, so that Wolf can feel the weight of his cock on his ass cheeks instead of his lower back, feel the plump weight of Alitos’ pretty, pert backside on his upper thighs.
Alitos’ hands slide lower, his thumbs sliding either side of Wolf’s spine and into the valley between his cheeks, and Wolf means to protest, to complain, but all he can focus on is the rhythm and the soothing warmth of Alitos’ voice as he keeps talking. It’s more praise, more pleasant talk — about Wolf’s strength, his grace, how handsome he is.
His tongue feels too heavy to move.
Alitos’ thumbs, both of them slick with massage oil and deceptively strong, place firm pressure on the tight muscle of his ring and suddenly begin to push him open, and Wolf is horrified at the whine that ekes out of his throat, a desperate keen, eager. His cock is achingly hard, dripping beneath him on the bed and leaving a puddle on the sheets.
“I’m going to fuck you now, sir,” says Alitos, still with his softly musical voice, hypnotising, making him feel as if he’s being rocked, or at sea. His hips are softly rocking themselves, and he barely realises, can barely comprehend it. “My cock is rather big,” Alitos tells him. “The strain might ache a bit.”
He’s terrified. Inside the warmth he’s ensconced by, surrounding him like a hot, perfumed water the servant’s poured for his baths before, there’s a sudden cold grip at the core of him, a terror at the pain. He’ll be utterly unmanned by this —
His cock has never been harder.
“But you’ll love it,” Alitos murmurs, leaning forward and shadowing Wolf’s body. He licks the lobe of his ear, making him keen again, the sound whimpering and desperate. “I’ll cleave you in two, sir, and sow my seed deep within you. Breed you.”
He wants to say no. He opens his mouth but all that comes out is “Please — ”
Alitos laughs, and then his hard cockhead is pressing up against Wolf’s hole, forcing him to open up to it. It’s so big he’s certain he’ll die, certain this will kill him, that it will never fit. He can feel how thick and weighty the head of it is, feel the bluntness of it, and there’s so much pressure around his rim. Alitos has massaged a lot of oil into his hole and around it, and he can’t believe how easy the skin stretches. He’s fucked girls in the ass before, has seen the wrinkled puckers of their ass go smooth with slick, and he wonders if he looks like that, if Alitos’ cock has made him look like that.
It pops past the ring of his ass, sinks inside him.
Wolf is wailing, can hear the ring of the sound in his ears.
He’s letting out the reediest, most desperate noises as the servant sinks the length of his ridiculous cock inside him, inexorably advancing so that the warrior can feel the slick drag of it at his walls. He’s agonisingly slow about it, and there are tears on Wolf’s cheeks — his thighs are quivering like a virgin’s.
The cock is sunk all the way in him, right to the root, and he feels so full he can’t believe there’s still space inside him for his lungs or his heart, that there’s not cock sticking in the back of his throat or popping out of his mouth.
“There you are,” whispers Alitos. “Good girl.”
Wolf’s body spasms.
He wants to tell him to fuck off, tell this uppity little prick exactly where he can go, but his whole body is quaking, his lower lip trembling, his balls drawn up tight and his cock jerking underneath him as it drips and he feels so, so full and so so good.
“That’s it, darling, just you take it,” Alitos says softly.
Just take it! Just take it!
He feels like his whole body is throbbing as Alitos draws back, his walls gripping helplessly at the veiny sides of his cock, and then sinks back in — the sudden movement, plunging in faster than he’d pulled out, shocks a whining shout out of Wolf’s mouth, his fingers scrabbling at the sheets.
“Shh, shh,” Alitos hushes him, the condescending tone you might use for an animal as he strokes a soothing hand over his thigh and begins a regular rhythm. Each stroke of his cock makes Wolf feel like his eyes are crossing, dizziness taking hold, and fuck, is this what girls feel like when he fucks them? Like they’re being filled to the fucking brim, cored out?
“That’s a good girl for me,” Alitos says again, and Wolf chokes on air as he heaves in a gasp — his ass clenches as he does, and when Alitos moans from low in his throat in response it makes his heart skip a beat, his cock jerking and sputtering out a bit more pre.
“So good, such a good girl, nice and wet for me,” he groans, audibly affected by the hot clench of Wolf’s body around his cock, and it’s such a rush he can scarcely digest it, conceive of it, that he should please him.
He wants to please Alitos. He wants to be good.
He’s glad that he’s flat on his belly with his cock pinned underneath him even though he’s laid in the slick wet patch he’s making for himself, not just because of the pressure against his prick — if he was on his hands and knees, he’s certain they’d buckle, they’re trembling so hard.
The servant’s cock is slamming deep and hard into him and he can feel his orgasm coiling in him, so much more intense than any orgasm he’s had before. Alitos’ fingertips are digging bruises into his sides where they grip at him.
“Such a good girl, such a sweet slut for me,” Alitos says, voice sex hoarse and rough, and a shudder runs through Wolf’s body. “That’s it, that’s it, you love it, don’t you? Love having this poor, greedy pussy filled up with cock — you’ve been desperate for it.”
He actually feels light-headed, feels as though his body has been shocked with electricity, and then Alitos leans over him and covers his body — fuck, he’s so light, lacks the bulk to really cover him. He cups Wolf’s pecs in his pretty hands, forcing his hands underneath him to reach.
“What beautiful tits you have — a little on the small side, though, right? We can fix that.” He squeezes each of Wolf’s nipples at once, and he howls not just at the slight pain but at the binding, electric pleasure of it. “These will grow a bit once my seed takes.”
“Uhhhunghugh — ” is what comes out of him instead of any words, Alitos tugging on his nipples, squeezing as he does so, and just the thought makes his head feel ready to explode, the idea of his chest swelling, his belly swelling.
“Ready to carry my baby inside you?”
It sends him cascading over the edge, and Wolf sobs helplessly into his hands as he comes so hard he feels like a cloth being wrung out, Alitos mercilessly pounding into him and moaning in his ear.
He’s breathless and gasping, sobs forced out of him, and he hasn’t cried like this since he was a child, he doesn’t think — his eyes have gotten teary once or twice from pain in the area whilst gritting his teeth, but he hasn’t actually cried like this, teared up and whimpered.
Alitos leans backward and with one hand sliding to steady Wolf’s hip, the other forces his head forward, gripping his hair and shoving it down into the mattress, his cheek against the flat of his pillows. Wolf shocks in a gasp and he can feel his arse clenching as his cock keeps sputtering.
Alitos’ cock is dragging against a part inside him that was making fireworks burst within him before, but now it’s a duller pleasure, and at the same time, more stabbing, aching.
“Too — Ungh,” he moans. His tears are staining his pillow. “Too much!”
“I decide what’s too much, pretty thing,” says Alitos, and Wolf tries to raise his head but the servant’s grip is too tight and his body is a surprising weight, not actually heavy, but certainly too much to fight against. “And I want to keep fucking you until I know I have you bred.”
Wolf’s whole body jumps, because it should be impossible, he can’t do that, he can’t, there’s no way, there’s no way —
“You want that, sweetheart?” asks Alitos in his ear again. “You want my baby in you? Everyone will know what you’ve been doing — letting me do.” He arches his back because it’s all he can do, his head still mashed into the sheet and Alitos’ cock pistoning into him.
“I’ll make it right,” Alitos promises him in a softly solicitous voice that feels like it’s coiling around his spine, and he starts to grind now. He’s only pulling out an inch at a time and he’s grinding his cockhead right over that spot in him and he can feel his half-soft cock being milked of everything that’s in it and it’s raw and it aches just a bit, the tears squeezed out of his eyes at the same time.
“I’ll make an honest woman of you,” Alitos promises him. “You won’t be able to wear white, of course — and everyone will know what a whore you at the altar, the bump pushing out your dress. Maybe we’ll hike the skirt up, let everyone see the goods too.”
He can barely fucking breathe, his brain not working, he’s so humiliated and hot and horrified and horny all at once, and Alitos is moaning louder, sounds a bit breathless between him saying, “Maybe let everyone have a go at the reception,” and laughs.
Alitos’ cock is so deep in him and it’s pulsing and it’s hot, his come is hot and it’s so wet and he can feel it gushing into him, pumping into him, and he only realises he’s screaming because his throat hurts, and Alitos’ hand slides to massage it and grip loosely at his neck.
“There you go,” Alitos says softly, stroking down his flank as he keeps thrusting lighter, shallower now. “Don’t you worry, honey, I’ve got what I needed. I’m just making sure I work it into you, nice and deep.”
Wolf lets out a dazed, dizzy sound.
He imagines it, imagines the servant’s come working inside him, deep in him, imagines it taking. He imagines being bent over like this with his belly full up of some brat, having to be on his knees and elbows because he can’t lie flat anymore.
His head spins.
Alitos slaps his ass as he climbs up off of him, the sound ringing in the room, and Wolf lies there in a puddle of his own warm pre and come, and he feels how open his hole is, forced open by the servant’s cock.
“That… I’m…”
“Good, isn’t it?” Alitos asks. “Your first taste of cock — and not your last, I’d wager.”
He slowly pushes himself up out of the mess beneath him, and Alitos grabs him and flips him so fast that he never expects it. Alitos has him on his bed to the side of the mess, and then pushes Wolf’s knees up against his chest.
“What…?”
“Helps it take,” Alitos tells him, and he’s smiling, his eyes sparkling as he guides Wolf’s hands to grip at his own knees and keep them there, then loosely grips him by the thighs and rocks him a bit from side to side.
He can feel all the come in him, still hot. Getting deeper.
“But it can’t…”
“Of course it can,” Alitos interrupts him. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he asks, raising his eyebrows and stroking around Wolf’s puffy, red hole, used and raw and wet. He pushes a drip from the edge back inside him with the tip of his thumb and Wolf shudders.
“N… N…” He can’t finish the word because it makes him so horny he can’t even make his brain work, feels so hot and full and empty all at once.
“Of course you do,” Alitos repeats. “Now, you stay here with your knees up like a good girl until I come to get you.”
Pulling on his robe, he slips out into the corridor, and Wolf lies there on his back for he doesn’t even know how long, can’t even imagine, conceive of moving —
Until Alitos comes back and fucks him again.
FIN.
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