“Lord Lucianus, I suggest you get out of the bath soon,” Kaira said. “Being in the water for so long shall make your skin all wrinkly.”
He was genuinely worried about his master, who was taking a long time in the bath. Lucianus had taken his sweet time as he was lost in his thoughts.
“I’ll get out now,” Lucianus said.
He stood up and Kaira unfolded a towel while approaching his naked master. While Lucianus’s body was being dried, his mind was still filled with a certain gladiator.
“I noticed Sir Dominatus waving at you, Lord Lucianus,” Kaira remarked. “I’m quite shocked that he spotted you among that impressive crowd.”
Lucianus felt awkward for having his mind read. “We don’t know if he was waving at me,” he refuted.
“Oh, I’m quite sure he was. In any case, it was an excellent match. His movements are elegant and bold, and I’m always captivated when he fights.”
A devout follower of Dominatus, Kaira prattled on happily as he dressed Lucianus in a loose robe for bed.
“But his actions surely were insolent to the emperor,” Lucianus pointed out.
“Insolent?” Kaira inquired.
“The emperor should have had the final say in sparing Mauro’s life, not Dominatus. He should be more mindful of his actions.”
“He does as he pleases,” Kaira replied with a forced smile. “His fearlessness even in the face of the emperor adds to his popularity.”
Those actions aren’t fearless. They’re reckless and foolish. Lucianus dismissed Kaira and headed to his bedroom. He slipped into his bed lined with silk sheets and closed his eyes, but sleep wouldn’t come. Only the valiance of Dominatus flashed across his mind.
The gladiator used his brawny body to gracefully and splendidly swing his sword around. Dominatus’s battle was certainly a sight for sore eyes, and his merciful benevolence only added to his charm. But above all, Lucianus felt his heart most stirred when Dominatus had locked eyes with him and smiled with a wave. He’d felt his heart skip a beat, and an unusual tingle coursed through his body. He’d never experienced something so sweet before.
Lucianus had been out of the bath for a good while, but he felt his body grow hot at the mere thought of Dominatus. He took deep breaths, trying to calm this mysterious passion that ignited his heart, but the embers continued to glow, only making him grow warmer and showing no signs of cooling down. He even started to feel the organ below his waistcloth start to grow erect as he tossed and turned in bed with confusion. How could this be? Why is my body reacting like this while my mind is filled with that dreadful man?
Lucianus tried to hold on to that feeling of vexation, but the heat didn’t leave his body. On the contrary, his member grew harder and more erect with each passing moment, making it almost painful as it yearned for a sweet release by his hand. He knew that he couldn’t sleep like this. Resigning himself to his fate, he rolled his robe to his stomach and loosened the cloth around his waist. He reached his hand inside, grabbed his hot, pulsating phallus, and stroked the shaft vigorously. The feeling was intense, unlike anything he’d ever felt before, and it took everything he had to suppress his gasps. What’s happening? Why am I so sensitive?
Before he knew it, he had completely removed the cloth covering his lower half, his crotch on full display as he was engrossed in stroking his penis. His mind’s eye was filled with the muscular body of Dominatus on full display at the colosseum. The gladiator’s smiling face with his eyes narrowed as though he were looking at something dazzling flashed across Lucianus’s mind. As Lucianus recalled the time he was carried on Dominatus’s back, the sinewy muscles that he’d felt under his fingertips, he only felt his shameless excitement continue to grow.
“Mm… Hah…” Lucianus gasped. He did his best to suppress the sound that spilled from his mouth, and chose to focus only on moving his hands.
The pale glow of the terracotta lamp in the corner of his bedroom illuminated his smooth, white stomach. Lower down was Lucianus’s erect manhood, small droplets of transparent fluid dripping from its slit. He used his fingertips to wipe away the sticky substance and smeared it down his shaft as he continued to stroke himself. Passionate, lewd sounds reverberated through his room, making him feel even more indecent. What if Dominatus saw this embarrassing side of me?
The mere thought made more precum leak out of him, stripping away any sense of reason. He felt like he was going crazy. What if I’m in Dominatus’s arms? What if his large hand envelops my cheek as he forces a kiss upon me? Even if I tell him to stop and try to turn away, I’m sure that he’ll try to steal my lips as though they’re his. And then he’ll grip my member tightly and stroke me to the point where it’s almost painful. Yes… Just like this.
Before he knew it, Lucianus’s hand had turned into Dominatus’s; the noble masturbated imagining that he wasn’t touching himself, but being touched by another man. He was completely engrossed in his fantasy—the sensations he felt were unbelievably intoxicating. He was tempted to moan and gasp. He’d never felt like this before.
He had wanted to drown himself in this back-arching ecstasy for a few moments longer, but he couldn’t endure the pleasure. His vision grew blurry from the sheer bliss that overtook him, his body trembling from the wonderful sensation.
“Ngh…” he gasped.
White fluid spurted from his phallus, and the warm, milky substance coated his stomach. Panting for breath, he wiped his sticky fingertips onto his clothing and gave a loud exhale.
Lucianus was shocked. Never had he felt this much pleasure from masturbating. He treated the act much like how one would remove waste from their body, as a necessary procedure and nothing more. He couldn’t deny that he derived some pleasure from it, but it had never been anything special for him.
But this time it was like finally scratching an itch that he’d never been able to reach. For the first time in his life, he had experienced pure euphoria, and he was afraid of his newfound bliss.
He’d always believed that he knew himself best, but these feelings had started to waver ever since he met Dominatus. He couldn’t understand Dominatus, but Lucianus was most perplexed about himself. Why did I do this? Why did I feel so excited? Why is my mind filled with that man?