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The streets of Gwen were busy and packed with people shouting and moving back and forth. The mid-afternoon sun was high in the sky and beamed down upon the marketplace. Hagglers and vendors shouted their prices while farmers moved their oxs and wagons through the narrow streets.

Visitors to the city would recognize the stone aqueducts, the finest architecture and engineering in all of the continent span their length across the outside of the city and towards the Vician lake on the eastern side. It was the first thing many saw on their way inward and quite the talking point for diplomats.

If one was in the middle of the city, the only thing at the moment that could be heard would be a deafening roar. The people of the city were used to it on Liolus, the day of the lion. The loud celebration came from inside of the colosseum of the city, the stonework just as masterful as the aqueducts and just as tall and broad.

People from city states that the Gwenians operated would come to the city on Liolus simply to get a glimpse at the raw display of wealth and power. From within, a warrior held up his long sword, his muscles flexing openly in the arena as flowers rained down onto the ground of the arena which was soaked in blood. The horse huffed, his sword outward and his beautiful chocolate fur was covered in dirt and blood.

A second warrior kneeled below the other, his head lowered in a submissive gesture. A bull with deep black fur. Both were geared relatively the same; a leather shoulder harness that dipped below each of their sword arms along with a simple round shield and a typical helm painted gold. Blood covered both of their weapons and bodies and splatters of it coated the ground.

"Tyrus, King of the Arena, what shall I do with the loser, Brutus?"

Tyrus stood from the chair he was sitting upon, the servants carrying wine and food stepping back and to the side. For a king, Tyrus was lanky and the pretentious purple robes did little to hold to his form. His nose was longer than most and his hazel eyes looked over the crowd who were cheering his name now instead of the warrior's own.

The crowd across the stands were on their feet, some were shouting their own fates for the losing fighter while others shouted in loud rasps.

"Kill him!"

"Brand him as a slave!"

"Mercy, please! He fought well!"

Among all the shouting, Tyrus took his cup of wine from a servant who held it out for him and took a drink before addressing the crowd, his arms outstretched.

"Citizens, did you feel Brutus has fought bravely?"

There was a roar of approval from one end and a boo from the other.

"Did you feel that this match was won fairly?"

More cheering and more booing.

Bringing his arms downward with a jovial smile across his face, Tyrus then said, "I am feeling generous today. This day marks the anniversary of Daved, the Weigher of Souls. The gladiator who was once a slave and then turned a warrior; proof that grit and determination can earn you riches here beyond your imagination. To remember his own lust for glory, I shall give his son a choice."

Tyrus looked down at Gogrel with a twinkle in his eyes and a grin. "You choose his fate."

Gogrel looked around the crowd, his brown eyes scanning from between the crack of his helmet, the style of it allowing his vision to scan across the crowd. He could hear the crowd's cheers as he held up his sword and lowered it to the loser's shoulder and turned the blade so it was facing Brutus's neck.

"The fate I have chosen, in the name of my father Daved, is apprenticeship."

Immediately he heard a long boo to his decision followed by several more people throwing flowers down towards him, in honor of such a mercy. Tyrus, eyebrows raised, had a grin across his face. Brutus said and did nothing, his head still sloped downward in submission.

"Intriguing decision. Then it is settled. Brutus, you will meet Gogrel in his room stripped of your armor and rank and you will from henceforth be under him as a disciple in training. Mark him, Gogrel."

Doing as he was told, Gogrel moved his arm upward and gave Brutus a cut across his cheek which began to bleed. The wound was nothing compared to the bruises and cuts Brutus received during their battle and he hardly flinched as the metal cut through fur and skin and was deep enough to leave a scar.

Brutus did not wince as the metal cut through him, the scar adding to the many that crossed his chest, back, and legs. It was just another to the ranks. The tissue continued to bleed, the warm liquid a reminder of the pact that was made. Brutus could hear the shouts from the crowd, a combination of gleeful celebration at the mercy mixed with booing and cursing.

Getting up off the ground, Brutus felt a hand on his shoulder and knew who exactly it was. He could smell the sweetness of perfume and the silky touch that caressed his aching muscles told him everything; one of the servants of the private rooms. Not one person blinked an eye when he was pulled away from the arena by the graceful, but well-muscled bull and led into the eastern gate; the Gate of Life. One can speculate on what the opposite side was called which gave Brutus a small shiver down his spine. The booing and cheering subsided, fading out before left to bounce around the cold and indifferent stone walls.

"Follow me, Master Brutus," the cheerful voice sang as his bare feet slapped upon the stone. Taking one look back towards the arena, the tired, dirty, and run down gladiator saw as Gogrel raised his sword up and flowers began to rain down upon him. Brutus would have felt a tinge of jealousy as his opponent was showered in praise, but he felt equally grateful that his life was not taken from him in something as brutal as combat.

"Come, come, do not dautal. We have much work to do for your presentation to your new master and home."

Wordlessly, Brutus followed and only gave a small grunt in response which received more scolding, "Use your words. You were taught to read and write, yes?"

"Yes," Brutus said with a tired huff. "Forgive me if I seem difficult, but I was bested in combat an-"

"Enough, gladiator. You have been stripped of your rank. Forget what has happened...the Gods have decided your fate and now you are here."

Brutus figured that arguing would be futile and simply walked silently with a focused expression. If being mentored by Gogrel would be his new role, then so be it. He had to stand tall and remember his position.

The servant wasa tall husky, probably about 6 feet and 3 inches. His arms were wide and muscular, but the trunk of his body was slender and a light swimmer's build. The clothes that he wore left little to the imagination, the white wisps of clothing barely covering the royal purple subligaculum that showed his hips and backside to any viewers who saw it. The shorts allowed ample movement while still covering and cupping his important bits.The underwear was uniquely transparent, the viewer allowed to see each movement and buckle to the muscle.The markings down his back were tribal, indicating a different social status entirely and, to anyone familiar with the art, would also advertise the man's particular skillset.

Brutus's eyes looked to the torchlights that gave ample light to the cramped hallways. The stone provided a natural cooling effect to the air and the hall funneled it through. Brutus could feel his senses starting to become amplified, his nose flaring as he studied the unfamiliar environment. Eventually, the two came to an archway, the stone providing the opening into a brightly lit room. Two guards were along the side, their chests bare with only leather shoulder guards protecting them and leather skirts around their waist. Their faces were covered by large gladorial helmets that were a deep black with gold trim. They bore the armor of Tyrus's personal and private army.

Without even a nod in their direction, the two passed into the room. Brutus was awestruck by the sight. Brutus's quarters for when he was just fighting this morning were small and insignificant in comparison. Marble columns held the roof of the room upward and a small guard separated the room from the city across. In the distance, Brutus could see the markets and docks and even see the birds as they flapped near the harbor.

The sunlight came into the room, warming the stonework below their feet which felt wonderful even through the simple blood-stained sandals he wore. Jars filled with wine, water, and bowls of fruit sat on a beautiful carpet that appeared to be from the neighboring empire of Thela. A bed sat in the corner of the room, curtains that were as thin as the servant's clothes hung from it and the silken sheets looked ready for a body or two to tuck themselves under.

"Is my master impressed?" the servant asked with a wiggle of his eyebrow at Brutus's stunned expression.

"Yes, I cannot say I have seen anything like this..."

There was a solemn expression across Brutus's face, but it quickly disappeared as he felt quick fingers move through his armor and begin to loosen his trousers. He pulled away reflexively and was rewarded with a few more tuts.

"You know you need to be bathed and stripped of your armor, Master Brutus." Moving his hands away, the servant's hazel eyes scanned over the impressive male before him. "If you so choose, I ca-"

"Yes, I can remove my clothes myself..." Brutus said with a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Very well," the servant said as he stepped to the side. "My name is Rhezen. If you wish to gain my assistance."

"No, Rhezen," Brutus replied. Rhezen was hurt, his ears falling towards his head. Brutus softened his tone in an effort to recover. "I don't need help but thank you."

The man remained silent, but watched Brutus nonetheless. Brutus wasn't a stranger to being naked in front of others. He had spent years of his life training to be a warrior, and that included numerous trips to the changing room and being surrounded by naked bodies. He was desensitized to it even. The large man proceeded to undress, removing the clasps that kept his tattered armor together. He unbuckled the leather straps carefully, taking care as to not agitate the wounds he had from the fight previously. One by one, pieces of his armor fell to the floor, the leather garment looking like a tattered cobbled together mess. But it was a mess that was his, having spent years of hard labor to earn enough money to even buy the thing. Coming from the poorest background imaginable in Gwen, the armor was almost like a luxury to him, like a long, well-liked friend moving away.

It served him well, all things considered. Rhezen picked it up from the floor, and wordlessly took it towards the side and placed it inside a wicker basket, the weaves tight and sturdy to keep the contents in. If Brutus were to harbor a guess, he would assume it was going to be thrown out the trash later. It wasn't like he was ever going to use it again anyway. Rhezen made his way back to him carrying the basket in his hands, just as Brutus stripped down the last piece of garment that clung to his body.

Brutus held the piece of fabric in his hand, now standing completely nude and exposed. He placed the dirty cloth inside the basket, and Rhezen smiled in acceptance.

"Good," the husky said, before putting it back down the floor. He turned his attention to Brutus, taking in the man's form. Brutus was a warrior in every shape and form of the word. Arms were big enough that could carry the heaviest of warhammers, and swing the largest of axes. His fists were calloused, and bruised, brought about by the bouts and clashes that he had without a weapon. Brutus's entire body was covered in scars, and those that weren't were bruised. It was clear to anyone who saw him would be able to know what he did for a living.

"Now," Rhezen began, "follow me and I'll take you to the bathing area."

Brutus nodded. The two ducked under another archway, going into the torchlit tunnel as they headed to their next destination. Rhezen was quiet this time, allowing Brutus to be alone with his thoughts. He didn't get much thinking however, as the sound of rushing water filled his ears.

"This," Rhezen said, speaking again, "is the bathing area." The man stood aside to give Brutus a chance to survey the room. It was as audacious and grand as the previous one, marble floors, and marble columns surrounded him. Brutus figured the amount of money spent on this room alone would have taken him years to earn. Rhezen directed him to the stone steps that led to the pool in front. The water was clear, and warm to the touch. The entire thing felt like it was out of a dream, as the sunlight spilled from the open roof and illuminated the entire area. The water's reflection dancing against the wall. The room was clean, an elegant type of clean that hid what was about to be floating in the water and what probably has already been; blood, sweat, and dirt. The water even smelled pure, like an evening dew.

Rhezen's voice echoed across the spacious room. "This is where you'll bathe everyday, to make sure your body is clean for Master Grogel. This is also where you'll wash Master Grogel if he requests you to do so. It is important to give yourself to the one you are under tutelage with. Understood?"

"Yes," Brutus responded.

"Good, now get yourself in, and I will join you."

Brutus paused for a moment. Such a demanding voice from a servant. Lowering himself into the water, he barely suppressed the groan that escaped from his lips. The warmth of the water soothing his aching muscles. The dirt, blood, sweat, and whatever else that clung to his body was washed away, flowing down the excess and into the gutter built into the pool. This type of comfort was unlike anything he had ever experienced before in his life. The tranquil sounds of the water splashing against his aching body and the soft, red glow of the blood slowly moving away from him. The sting of his wounds was almost therapeutic, reminding him of what turmoils he had been through and all the hardship and stress his body was under.

The sound of water splashing reminded him that he was not alone. He turned his head, and was greeted by the sight of Rhezen joining him in the thigh high water. The servant had stripped himself completely, and was now in the nude much like him. His black fur along his arms and down towards his legs clashed with the beautiful white that sparkled brilliantly along his chest and inner thighs.

Compared to his rugged, worn, and tired body, Rhezen's body looked like it was sculpted by the Gods themselves. He was a beautiful man, free from any scars or imperfections. He was physically fit and did not have any hanging fat. An Adonis belt that would elicit jealousy by even the most well-built of the Gwenians and arms that were not something to scoff at. Now standing next to each other, Brutus saw that he was a few inches taller than the servant and yet he still found himself strangely intimidated.

"Please, sit," Rhezen commanded, addressing his attention to the marble slab that was embedded in the wall underwater. Brutus did as he was told, climbing up and sitting down so his legs and feet were still submerged under yet his maleness, abs, and chest were exposed. Droplets of water ran down his abs and to his belly button, the only visible injuries were the cuts without blood.

Brutus followed, sitting down on the cold stone. He watched as Rhezen reached towards the side and grab a wooden dipper, and a vial bathing oil. "You don't have to wash me," Brutus commented, seeing Rhezen open up the vial and dip some onto his hand. "I can do it myself."

"Nonsense. You must know how to wash Grogel."

He then reached forward and began to apply the oil on Brutus's back. The touch was almost electrifying to Brutus. He wasn't a stranger to being given baths before. He had it given to him countless times whenever he visited a brothel, or had it as part of his victory spoils when he won a battle. But whether it was the oils Rhezen used, or the way his gentle hands caressed his back, it made the muscles on his back relax almost instantaneously. He wasn't even aware that he was moaning. Even the pain that came from the water and oils brushing against his wounds were, in a strange way, adding to the sensation.

"I am glad to see you are liking this," Rhezen said.

The comment burst the bubble that Brutus was in. It was only then that he realized that his own body was responding to the massage. His arousal was standing fully proud and erect, the sunkissed skin standing upright and throbbing powerfully. Rhezen poured warm water on him from the dipper, washing away the soapy residue of the oils.

"You have a very beautiful cock, Brutus," Rhezen began. He then nonchalantly reached over and gripped Brutus's throbbing member in his hands. Rhezen could barely close it around his palm, the sheer girth of it proving to be quite a handful. Brutus flinched slightly, the invasion of his personal space surprising him. "Long, and hard," Rhezen remarked. He sounded like he was inspecting nothing more than a piece of meat in the market. Like a bull who was being looked at before being chosen to mate with a prized cow.

"Master Grogel will be pleased."

His hands shifted away, and Brutus gasped as he felt Rhezen take hold of his ballsack. The man shamelessly squeezed and tugged on it, making Brutus weak. If he wasn't seated, he would have probably toppled over. "Your balls are plump and full too. You haven't had sex much have you?"

Brutus gulped, trying to find his voice to answer the personal question. "N-no." He cleared his throat and answered again. "No, I haven't. Been too busy training."

"Understandable," Rhezen replied.

It was at that point that Brutus looked over and saw that Rhezen himself was aroused by the whole situation. The husky's cock was just as exquisite as he was. For what Brutus lacked in length, Rhezen made up for it. Brutus was thick as his own fist, while Rhezen was as long as Brutus's own forearm. The gasp that escaped his lips didn't go unnoticed.

"I've been endowed by the Gods for people's pleasure, Brutus." He then smiled at him, nodding to Brutus's own stiff erection. "Much like you are. But do not worry, as I won't do anything you're not comfortable with."

Trying to think of something to stop himself from thinking of sex, Brutus figured to talk. "Is this...is this what you do?" Brutus asked.

Rhezen gave a small tisk, reaching upward and trailing his hand along Brutus's abdomen and up towards his heart. Brutus could feel his heartbeat against Rhezen's hand, and he closed his eyes as Rhezen leaned close. Even the man's breath was electrifying, as if holding back a deep, natural desire with each breath outward.

"Yes. I am a man of the flesh. I choose who I wish to be with. Grogel won me. He is quite the champion of the arena...as you well know."

Rhezen used his hands to wash in the oil, Brutus giving another grunt but this time one that was deep and tied intimately with relaxation. Rhezen's hands worked down Brutus's pecs and back down his abs before wrapping around the massive pole between the warrior's legs in order to clean each and every inch. He did the same with Brutus's balls, carefully holding them and rolling them gently as if they were prized above all other parts.

"I'm not just Grogel's for physical pleasure, however. I am here for matters of the heart as well and of the mind. A sharpened wit and sense of self can sometimes be more important than the needs of the flesh," Rhezen said as gently as he was rubbing around Brutus's thighs. The hands then snaked upward once again and Brutus shivered slightly as he felt Rhezen's erection brush against his lower back.

"I hope you are not ashamed of me. We will be spending quite a bit of time together," Rhezen mentioned in a simple matter of fact way.

"N-no..." Brutus replied as he gave a sigh. "I'm just not used to such...luxury."

Rhezen did not say anything and kept rubbing the sore and tender muscles of the gladiator. Several minutes passed, the two alone in the private baths and Brutus found himself focusing on the sensation of Rhezen's touch. It was like clockwork as he moved and rubbed him, not missing a single inch of his body. The bull's tail idly wrapped around Rhezen's leg. Brutus jumped when Rhezen put a hand softly on his right shoulder and said, "You should come to the marble floor. Lie on your stomach and relax. I will get your back and calves."

Brutus nodded, taking his feet and legs out of the water and laying down belly first onto the warm marble below. He felt like a lizard in the midday sun, his muscular body gleaming as sunlight struck the water and reflected back like brilliant diamonds held in candlelight. Rhezen was impressed, a small smile crossing his lips as he dripped a small amount of the sweet smelling oil onto his back.

Wincing as the oil sunk into his wounds, Brutus gave a small gasp when the touch returned that quickly turned into a low grumble mixed with spotted moans. Rhezen encouraged him to use his voice, that the moaning and groaning was letting out demons much like an old wooden house makes noise.

The hands worked their way down and over his expansive trapezius muscle, crossing over it before moving down to his lower back to feel the power in his lats. The twisting motions used for swordfighting were created by the magnificent muscles and Brutus's were powerful than many of the men in Gwen. Rhezen then moved over his tailbone and finally felt over the mounds of muscle that was Brutus's backside. The two globes reflexively clenched at the touch before relaxing and Rhezen leaned his body forward so much so that he was practically laying on top of Brutus.

"Now, this is Grogel's favorite part. When he is on his belly, you must make sure your cock is between his cheeks. Just give it a light roll...like so..."

Brutus blushed, not even realizing that Rhezen's member was between his cheeks until he felt the thick and aroused tube of flesh rub against his hole before being pushed forward. Brutus gave another gasp, feeling Rhezen's abs contract and relax as the servant of pleasure used his hands to clasp his wrists down against the marble. "Hold him down as you do this and only give him a taste. He likes a tease...sometimes you might slip into him or sometimes he will want you to roll your hips back against him. Go ahead...pretend you are Grogel and push against me."

Brutus did as he was told, arching his back against Rhezen's beautiful body and using his muscles in his back and rump to squeeze around Rhezen's cock. He heard a pleasured hiss come from above him and felt teeth nibble lightly on his ear. He gave a high-pitched gasp, one he did not even realize came out. His fingers grasped the marble underneath him, digging into the stone and claws cutting off a small sliver off the top.

"Good...do it a few more times. Mmm, that is perfect."

Rhezen stopped immediately and part of Brutus wished he hadn't, his own cock throbbing between his legs as Rhezen got up off of the warrior. Brutus looked over his shoulder, his heart beating in his chest and his face flushed red as he turned around and spread his legs without even knowing he did so. His own cock flopped against his abs, the head engorged and throbbing. "I-is that how I bathe him?"

"Yes. He will teach you how to fight and I will teach you how to please him."

Brutus shuddered, not knowing how to think that he would be on call to pleasure and please a large brute such as Grogel, but he remembered the gladiator seal he signed with Tyrus watching. The rights he forfeited over when he sought glory. He was nothing but a street urchin at the time, his parents dead from the disease and famine that spread across Gwen's perimeters, but now he felt he had a purpose. At least, something to learn anyway.

Rhezen's eyes looked over Brutus's body when he stood up straight and proud but with a deep red blush and gave a grin. "He'll like that a lot. I see potential in you."

The red blush deepened even more, especially when Rhezen's gaze lingered on his erect cock and full balls. "Keep in mind that your body is your weapon. Think of it like your sword. If you keep it polished and sharpened, you can stab him right through his heart. And through his cock."

Rhezen gave a lewd grin with a small wink that followed afterwards. He then extended a hand out to help Brutus stand up. The other man took it appreciatively. "I think this concludes your bathing session."

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It was later that evening that Brutus found himself standing by his lonesome in a room that was adjacent to the bathhouse, staring out the window. Gwen was before him, the city now beginning to light up with torches as the moon began to rise up, night blanketing the city.

"How are you feeling?"

He turned his head to see Rhezen walking up to him. The husky was now dressed, his black hair combed back and slick.

"Well," Brutus answered. He raised his hands up, idly admiring the clothing he now wore. Gone was the leather armor he wore earlier, and was now replaced with a regal set of clothing, fitting of that of a servant. He was wearing the same attire as Rhezen, except he chose to have blue trimmings instead of green.

"Good, all things considered." This set of clothes, how few they were as he was pretty much in his undergarments, was better than any of the clothes he had worn before. "Comfortable."

"That's good to hear." Rhezen responded, joining him in looking out at the city. "Do your wounds still sting?"

Brutus shook his head. He was taken to the healer earlier and was rightfully attended to. Whatever ointment and vials they used on him, was definitely not something available to the public. Majority of his wounds had now closed up and healed. The only trace of it were small scars invisible to the eye unless you knew where to look.

"No."

Rhezen nodded. "Grogel just came back, by the way. I received word by pigeon. I assume he'll be looking forward to seeing us."

Brutus's brow rose, and Rhezen answered a question Brutus didn't know he was asking. "Grogel fucks whenever he wins." He then paused for a moment, then added. "He fucks all the time. He's just a bit more zealous after a heart pounding fight."

The bluntness of the statement wasn't lost on Brutus. "Ah, I see."

Rhezen then glanced at Brutus, then said, "I know that this is a bit late to ask, but you do enjoy the company of men, correct?"

"Men and women," Brutus flatly answered. "I have both given, and taken.."

"You are different then. Both Grogel and I only seek intimacy among men." He then smiled. "A sad fact many hopeful ladies cry over, especially for someone as successful as the master himself." He then turned around. "Follow me, Brutus. We must prepare for Grogel's arrival."

Brutus then followed the man, the two of them heading upwards to where Grogel's sleeping quarters were located, the same room that Brutus stripped his armor in earlier that day. Guards stood by the door, giving the two of them one passing glance before ignoring them completely and Brutus did not know if that was the same two guards as before, their helmets obscuring their face. Grogel's personal room was as grand as the rest of the house was. The one thing that stood out to Brutus was the larger than normal bed situated in the middle of the room. From the sheer size of it, it could fit more than five people on it at any given moment.

"By prepare you mean strip?" Brutus asked, remembering the previous mention of sex.

Rhezen was already taking his top off. "Yes."

Brutus nodded to himself, following behind the man. The two servants stripped to their nude forms, and Rhezen directed Brutus to the bed. Even though Brutus had seen Rhezen naked already today, the sight was still breathtaking and he found himself breathing deeply without realizing it. The sexy situation made Brutus's lower half stand at attention. A fact that Rhezen was pleased to see.

"Good. It's better that Grogel sees you erect and ready. It helps him relax more that way," Rhezen responded, laying next to him. The man then hugged him from behind, and Brutus could feel Rhezen's cock pressing up against his back. "But tonight is for you, Brutus." Rhezen's hand snaked its way forward, and gently held Grogel's cock. Brutus shivered at the contact. He inadvertently tried to hump Rhezen's hand. Rhezen responded with a tisk. "You must control yourself. I am just preparing you for him."

Brutus felt the grip on his shaft tighten, but not to an uncomfortable level. He could feel his own pulse in his cock, unaware up to this moment how truly turned on he really was. The hand gripped and pulled ever so gently, Brutus's breath catching in his throat as the hand worked across the sensitive base of his member.

"That's it ...just relax in my grip," Rhezen cooed softly as he leaned forward, his warm breath brushing up against Brutus's ear as he began to speed up his stroking. Rhezen could feel the large behemoth's muscles against his chest, his own heartbeat echoing throughout his ears as he moved his hands down to cup Brutus's balls and roll them in his hand. He was rewarded with a bead of pre-cum.

"Mmmm, delicious," Rhezen said with a sinister grin as he moved back to stroking Brutus.

Brutus closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. It had been a while since someone last touched him down there intimately. With the way Rhezen was stroking, it wouldn't be long till he was going to pop. But Rhezen was more than aware of this, and stopped just as another bead of pre escaped Brutus's member. Brutus let out a whine involuntarily.

"Now, now," Rhezen said. He planted a kiss on the man's back before easing off him. Brutus turned his head and saw Rhezen's own member was throbbing angrily. He too was highly aroused from what they were doing. "We mustn't over indulge." He briefly glanced to the top of the room, looking at the moon that was peering above them from the night sky. "Besides, he should be here any moment now."

Rhezen moved away from the bed, leaving Brutus by his lonesome, still with an aching member angry for being left behind. "What...should I do?" Brutus asked.

The more experienced servant placed himself by the door. "Just lay there, and present yourself to Grogel. Remember, you are his, and do what he asks of you."

Brutus kept silent, giving a simple nod in response and the two waited. Rhezen was off to the side of the doorway, standing with a jar of unidentifiable fluid in one hand and his other arm simple hanging down. "And don't forget to enjoy yourself. Indulge in some wine and eat some of the fruits. Relax."

Brutus gave a huff and leaned backward into the silk sheets, laying sideways on the bed and facing the door, his cock leaking pre onto the soft sheets below. Rhezen noticed the pose, but did not comment on it. It was almost naturally sensual without any conscious effort. Several more minutes passed by before there was the sound of footsteps on stone. Brutus felt his heart leaped up from his chest and into his throat, his body tensing and getting a bit more anxious with each footfall coming closer and closer.

That was until Grogel stood at the doorway, not bothering to acknowledge the guards nearby. His chest was puffed out and Brutus could smell alcohol on him. Not a strong scent, but it was faint. He was still armored below the belt, but the leather shoulder armor he wore was unstrapped from his body and the sword he used in battle against Brutus hours before was clean and sheathed in its proper place. Grogel looked around the room, his eyes first looking up Brutus with a sparkle before moving towards Rhezen with an equally interested expression.

"Master, welcome back. Did the fanfare treat you well?"

Grogel gave a nod, spreading his legs slightly and looking back towards Brutus even though he was answering Rhezen, "Yes, the mead was nice." He made a motion with his head at Brutus. "Come and show me what my servant has taught you. Take off my leathers."

Brutus said nothing as he got up off the bed, his body on full display along with the erection bobbing between his legs. Grogel looked at it hungrily and watched it flop up and down with each movement towards him. He gave a satisfied smile when he felt fingers work their way through his armor. Rhezen looked somewhat proud as well, hiding his own satisfaction with a smile that Brutus was paying attention to how he took off Brutus's own armor.

"He knows much, Master," Rhezen said as he moved forward to touch gently across Grogel's chest and felt his pectorals. "Perfect to teach. He already took off your leathers without my own instruction."

Grogel looked down at Brutus with a small smirk, "Yes. He seems hesitant with my loincloth, though."

"Only because he is polite enough to wait for further instructions. The leather skirt was the only armor you had," Rhezen replied as he rubbed down Grogel's chest and abs before moving back upward to lightly pinch his nipples. Grogel gave an open groan, his hazel eyes looking downward toward Brutus expectedly. The eyes glittered in the moonlight, the color magnificent in the somewhat dark room.

Brutus looked up, waiting for a command from his new trainer. The simple loincloth bulged outward obscenely and almost hinted at what was to come. Brutus reached upward and grabbed the waistband before slowly starting to pull it away. Instead of being hit with a wave of musk, the scent was pleasant and smelled of oils and fragrances. It was foreign, but had a spiciness to it.

Brutus was momentarily distracted by the scent of his new Master and when Grogel's large horse cock flopped upward and slapped against his abs, the bull was taken aback. The member was nothing to scoff at; certainly bigger and thicker than his, but with a much darker hue like Grogel's own complexion. The guards outside of the room paid no mind to the audible gasp that Brutus made and Grogel's soft, warm chuckle that proceeded. The chuckle put Brutus a bit off guard since the voice he heard out of Grogel before was one of almost unstoppable rage. It was strange, but the timbre was almost relaxing.

"What do you think?" Grogel asked.

Brutus tried to form the right words. But he ended up failing and just muttering an incoherent compliment. Rhezen giggled at his expense. "I think he likes it, Master."

Grogel looked down at Brutus who was seemingly transfixed by the meat that hung between his legs. "Kiss it."

It wasn't a forceful command, but it was a command nonetheless. Brutus blinked for a moment, before realizing that he needed to do what he was told. Leaning in forward Brutus planted a light peck on Grogel's cock tip, getting a brief taste of the bead of pre that leaked out of it. The man tasted how he expected him to be. Strong and earthy, with a tinge of bitterness brought about by years of fighting. It was an acquired taste, but it was something that Brutus was fond of in his more intimate moments.

"You've taught him well," Grogel replied, looking at Rhezen who was smiling proudly. "From a respected warrior, to my own personal servant," Grogel added. He placed a hand atop Brutus's black haired head and lightly ruffled it. "I will take care of you."

Brutus was surprised by the patriarcal and prrotective love that dripped from Grogel's words. It wasn't a voice that was unexpected, but one that was not afraid to show compassion. The hand was removed from his head and Brutus looked upward to see a now more stern, parental expression. "From here on I wish for you to care for my armor for when I am not fighting so you will know how to properly care for your own when you get back out to the field. I want you to spar with me daily and develop your skills. Due to mentorship and servitude, I will provide what you need when you go and fight once again. If you do fight on my behalf, we will discuss payment."

Brutus's eyes looked up almost like a small child and he nodded. He had heard this speech done before; particularly from other gladiators who have given it to their mentors. He gave a deep, red blush and he found his first words, "Yes...it will be done."

Rhezen nodded, placing the jar that he was holding down at Grogel's feet and taking a finger to dip into the jar. "Enough business...is Master ready for more pleasure?"

Grogel gave a grin and a small hiss which showed his defined teeth. Brutus did not see what had happened, but instead heard a soft squelching sound as Rhezen pushed deep into Grogel's hole without warning. Brutus's cock throbbed as he watched Grogel's features contorted into pure bliss as Rhezen sunk deeper and deeper into his hole. Grogel's cheeks flexed involuntarily and the large warrior gave a gasp as Rhezen added another finger.

Looking down at Brutus with a smirk, Grogel's member throbbed needfully in front of the still kneeling servant. "Brutus," he began, "take a seat and watch attentively. These skills will be important for your participation." Grogel pointed to a nearby chair, one left unattended and dusty in the corner. It was apparent it was not used very often.

The man nodded, standing up and making his way to the seat at the side. He sat down, and watched, his erection raging prominently in front of him. It was at this point that he felt like an outsider looking in, watching two passionate lovers enjoy each other's company. A part of him wanted to join in, but it almost felt rude to intrude upon them. It was like watching a carefully orchestrated show, and he was an audience who had a front row seat to it.

Grogel leaned his head to the side and Rhezen took the cue to begin to nibble on his ear. The two were like two waves rolling against one another, neither one giving the other too much room. Rhezen continued to push into Grogel, now with a third finger inside of Grogel. The fingers squelched with each push in and gave a suckling sound with each pull outward.

Rhezen removed his three fingers from out of Grogel, continuing to nibble and kiss his ear as he slowly began to lather his cock in the lubricating oil. The sounds and soft moans continued, the guards outside simply standing outside in an upright position as if this was all a part of their shift. Grogel felt a hand on the upper part of his back push him down slightly, forcing him to arch his back ever so little and push his rump out. Rhezen lined his cock up, leaning over the behemoth's shoulder and kissing up his neck until his lips met Grogel's in a passionate kiss.

Brutus took mental notes and watched with earnest. He was not given a command to touch himself, his aching arousal standing straight up at attention and pulsating maddeningly as he kept his hands on his knees with his breathing hitched. He gave a gasp when Grogel gave a sudden growl in the kiss and could see Rhezen's hips sink closer and closer towards Grogel's rump.

Further and further Rhezen's cock sank into his lover, the oil adding enough lubricant to get deeper inside of his lover. Rhezen could feel Grogel's muscles closing around his cock, the sphincters relaxed enough to continue allowing him to push until he felt his hips flush against Grogel's rump. The gladiator gave a low groan, feeling arms loop underneath his pits to pull him towards his partner.

"By the Gods...." Grogel moaned as Rhezen rolled his hips teasingly. He gave a small gasp. "That feeling of fullness never gets old." Grogel looked over at Brutus, a grin across his face. "You look lonely over there..."

Brutus's cock was leaking pre copiously at this point, but the man had enough self control to not do anything about it. Instead, he just responded with a smile. "I am fine," he answered. "Just enjoy yourself, Master," he answered.

Rhezen then pushed forward, directing Grogel to the nearby bed. The two men flopped down the mattress, their combined weights making the wooden furniture creak. Rhezen on top of Grogel, planting loving kisses on the man's broad back. No words were said, and none were ever needed. Brutus could see Grogel's hands grip the bed sheets tightly, the white on his knuckles beginning to show. It was admittedly jarring to see that a man held at such high regard, was being taken so easily, and being put in such a shameless position. Then again, in another perspective, it made Grogel all the more appealing for Brutus. A man who knew what he wanted, and didn't shy away from it. It was a type of bravery only few men would show, especially with someone of his stature.

Rhezen's hips began to thrust back and forth, a loud squelching sound audible to the people in the room, and even to the two guards at the front. They were whispering to each other, Rhezen whispering sweet nothings into Grogel's ears, details that Brutus failed to decipher. Grogel was reduced to a moaning mess later, his once commanding and intimidating voice reduced to that of someone who was begging for more. Like a whore at the mercy of his patron, he yelled out loudly. Rhazen began to roll his hips faster, his back flexing and his rump easily noticeable by Brutus who sat in the chair transfixed on the scene.

Grogel's chest and abs were squished against the sheets and he could feel the silk rub against his sensitive cock and balls. Rhezen rubbed Grogel's hips as he continued to speed his hips up even more, the sound of their sex echoing throughout the room. The slaps of their hips hitting together mixed with the squelching sound of lube made it clear to anyone who was nearby the act that was going on.

"Oh Gods..." Grogel moaned openly as he felt Rhezen's cock piston in and out of his hole. Each hilt inside of him sent shivers down his spine, the electric shocks telling him that he was on the cusp of pleasure. And it showed. His muscles clenched with each thrust in and the sounds he made were music to Rhezen's ears.

"Enjoying yourself, Master?" Rhezen asked. "You are so tight..."

Brutus was beside himself, his lower half aching at the lack of attention. Brutus's own member was throbbing maddeningly in front of him. Even surprising him as it spurted out a healthy amount of pre, all without him even touching it for the past minutes or so! The sight was a truly perverse spectacle, that he briefly wondered if he was dreaming or not. But no. The sound of skin slapping against skin anchored him to reality. His breathing increased with each thrust Rhezen made. A part of him longed to be in on the action. But it wasn't his decision to make.

Grogel continued to moan, body wracked with pleasure as Rhezen quickened his pace. Both of them were at the end of their fuses. Rhezen's balls slapped more and more against Grogel's rump, his full balls churning cum upward and his teeth gritting in pleasure. It was ultimately Rhezen who ejaculated first. Unceremoniously crying out and sending everything he had in him into Grogel's bowels. The power behind the thrusts, and how deep he went left Brutus transfixed. For a brief moment, it seemed that Grogel was the servant, and Rhezen was the master. Was this really the dynamic that plagued Grogel's deepest desires?

Rhezen leaned in, lightly biting on Grogel's shoulders. It was weak enough to not cause it to bleed, but strong enough to leave a mark. Excess cum leaked out the sides of Groge's used backside, dripping onto the floor. The smell of sex permeated the air, making Brutus's own balls quake angrily at him. It was getting to that point that it was beginning to genuinely hurt him. The last time he felt this much pain was when he accidentally spent a night with a dominatrix.

"Gods above..." Grogel groaned out, his voice hoarse from all the yelling he was doing.

Rhezen chuckled and kissed the bite mark that he left on Grogel's shoulder. He lifted his hips upward and away from Grogel, his cock almost being slurped back in by the large gladiator's internal muscles until with a pop he pulled right out and left Grogel's cum filled hole winking back at him. Grogel gave a deep moan, his body twitching in pleasure as Rhezen's cock dripped fresh cum onto his rump.

Slapping his lover's ass, Rhezen got up off the bed which did little to protest the weight that was distributed off and said, "That should satisfy you on my end."

Grogel smirked, also getting up off the bed and wrapped his large arms around Rhezen. "I'm never satisfied with just one round." Grogel's eyes then looked towards Brutus who was sitting with the same erection and his body was incredibly tense. The winning gladiator looked towards him, cum dripping from his rump and onto the floor as he made his way forward. His cock swung back and forth and his balls were still looking full. His gaze was still just as lustful as before.

Rhezen simply watched from the corner, his own cock still throbbing and hard as well as leaking pre down to the floor. "And you look like you need something to..." Grogel said with a grin as he squatted over Brutus. Before the man could even react, he felt Grogel's warm pucker above his cock head.

"Master...." Brutus said with a lust that was barely held back as Grogel began to squat lower and lower. Brutus gritted his teeth when he felt the head of his cock pop into the slick hole, giving a low groan of arousal as Grogel started to take his shaft and then down to the base and finally all the way to the hilt like he was a professional rider.

"Oooo, such a thick cock on ya. Almost as thick as Rhezen. Feels so good..."

Brutus found his hands clutching the side of the chair, turning just as white as when Grogel gripped the bed sheets. He felt each movement as Grogel started to lift his legs upward, calves, shins, and thigh muscles each flexing in tandem to one another as he raised and lowered himself up and down on Brutus's body.

Brutus trembled. He could feel the cum left inside by Rhezen's pounding being pushed and squeezed out around his dick before pooling down on his balls and taint. It felt warm from Grogel's internal heat and so thick. Brutus could feel his lover's shaft slapping against his chest and leaving behind its own trail of precum. Brutus's breathing started to quicken already, his mind fogging with the pleasure of it as he hilted inside of Grogel again and again.

"I can feel you throbbing inside of me. You are already close. I'm gonna cum on you. You ready for my cum?"

Brutus blushed at the dirty talk, beginning to thrust rather than just sitting in the chair and taking it. He thought he would be the one on the receiving end of this massive beast of a male, but instead he was being ridden. It explains why his cock and balls were checked beforehand. Gods, Grogel felt so wonderful. His ass was so warm and tight and hugged each part of his shaft lovingly as if sucking him back inside.

"Yes Master," Brutus said almost hypnotically. "Cum on my chest."

"As you wish," Grogel moaned, starting to speed up his riding and used Brutus's shoulders to steady himself. The two were thrusting into one another like they were machines, their bodies colliding and slapping together fiercely. Sex, cum, and oil filled the air and Brutus was lost in the sensations. It was a different type of battle, one that was pleasurable for both parties involved.

Without even touching himself, Grogel gave a long roar, his muscles spasming as his balls pulled up towards his body. He continued to ride Brutus and take his shaft as he reached his climax and sprayed Brutus's beautiful chest with rope after rope of white, hot cum.

Giving a long moan in reply as he felt Grogel tighten around his shaft, Brutus reached up to grab his lover's rump. He felt the muscle in the cheeks and Grogel egged on the bottom to breed him deep. Brutus obliged the command with one swift and fast thrust upward followed by several twitches of his body. He added his load to Rhezen's own, filling up Grogel to the brim until cum poured out onto his pelvis, balls, and rolled down onto the floor.

The two were a mess and Brutus was hunched back against the chair panting. His body started to come down from the high, his erection still deep inside Grogel and throbbing needfully. Grogel was grinning ear to ear, his arms crossed as he continued to slowly ride Brutus. "We are going to build your stamina tonight. We will train tomorrow as well. Wake up early."

Brutus looked over to see Rhezen was hard and stroking his cock, the glint in his eye telling him everything he needed to know about what was in store for tonight. Perhaps he could learn a bit or two from his bestor and his servant. After all, the result might be pleasurable for all of them.