"I will make sure your mother and sister are well taken care of. Tell me, have you ever loved anyone else?"
Arsenios flexed his battle weary and calloused fingers through the sitting young male's hair.
"No."
Arsenios gently unplaited the braid wrapped around the young man's head, allowing his shaggy oak brown locks to fall in his face.
"Look at me, dear youth. You are too beautiful to keep your gaze downcast."
Jaw clenched, the male peered up at Arsenios with fierce hazel eyes. His eyelashes were thick and made his eyes appear even brighter. His face was angular and lithe, much like the rest of his body. His skin was taut and sun-kissed, with the only flaws being numerous fresh scuffs and scratches from falling from his horse earlier that day.
He made a strong effort to ignore the heat emanating from Arsenios's loins, which sat proudly in his face. The only shield that kept his penis from springing free was his brilliant red chlamys, and even then the fabric tented against his erection. Arsenios smiled at his indignation and stepped closer to him. The boy turned his face away.
"Tell me your name and age again."
"My name is Heron. I am of twenty years."
"I do hope your family accepts the apology and handsome offer." He cupped the young man's face, making him flinch.
Arsenios backed away and began peeling the chlamys from his shoulders, revealing a large oiled chest and waist. His track record as an Olympian wrestler showed on his body, with bountiful scars and welts that faded over time. His skin tone, rich as terracotta from his innumerable hours of training, stretched over his hulking frame and strongly contrasted against his clothing. He smoothed down his jet-black hair that fell in long loosely curled tresses to his shoulders. His mane framed a picture of masculinity, with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes the color of coal. His jaw had the stubbly makings of a beard. He was a man of thirty-five years, fully proud of his tenure as a well-versed athlete.
"Stand up. I want to see all of you."
Heron complied without a word and stood up from the bench. His chiton was tattered and filthy, showing that the scratches continued down his toned bare legs. He stood at six feet even, yet was still dwarfed by Arsenios's sheer size by at least half a foot. His body was well kept and tightly muscled due to his years of farming.
"Let me see your body."
Heron froze momentarily, but silently unpinned the chiton from his shoulder, allowing the fabric to settle at his waistband. His exposed torso was lean and hairless, causing Arsenios to sigh approvingly. Heron approached his prior seat on the chaise longue until the Olympian stepped closer.
"All of it."
Heron stared at him incredulously while Arsenios's face remained unchanged. Knowing he was in a losing battle, the youth untied the waistband. He chose not to look up, but saw in his peripheral view Arsenios undressing at the same time. By the time Heron's ensemble was pooled at his feet Arsenios was methodically stroking himself. Even from blurred peripheral vision, Heron saw that his cock hung low between his thighs. Heron himself stood semi-erect out of fear.
Arsenios noted Heron's size, and felt his cock beginning to leak at the sight of him. He had fucked many eunuchs during competitive downtime, but seeing this young man's endowment had him craving more. He stepped in front of Heron again and stared at him with hooded eyes. The youth made no visible reaction toward his languid stroking.
"You are as lovely as Ganymede himself. I've been needing to touch you since you arrived," he cupped Heron's testicles in his large hand and squeezed lightly.
They both exhaled. Arsenios then allowed his engorged cock to drip hot precum on Heron's thigh. The boy's lips parted as he fought to keep his wits about him.
"We are both men. I know what touch arouses you. You could feel this way all the time if you let me." He gathered Heron's cock in his hand as well and gently clutched until he twitched in his grip. Heron's hips thrust involuntarily as the larger man jerked and stroked his balls. His jaw slacked and let out a breathy gasp.
Arsenios released his grip and lie back on the chaise, his penis lying rock solid against his thigh. His testicles were large and hanged heavy.
"I want to come in your mouth, boy. Get on your knees."
Heron once again complied, hesitantly settling himself between the Olympian's legs. Arsenios opened his legs wider to allow closer access.
"Although you've never done this, you've likely thought of my maids sucking your cock. Just treat me how you'd want to be treated by them.
He was shamelessly apt and Heron made no attempt to deny it. He lowered his head and let his tongue meet with the angry tip, tasting salty precum. He tasted earthy and musky as if every pore of his body seeped testosterone. He wetly laved his entire penis with his tongue, circling the balls and tracing each engorged vein at a painfully slow rate. His feathery bangs brushed against the statuesque man's stomach. Arsenios hissed loudly and propped himself up on an elbow, fully enjoying the view.
Taking the Olympian's cock in his mouth with a loud slurp, Heron began to suck him off taking as much of him as he could. His size was almost the size of his forearm.
Arsenios groaned loudly throughout the chamber, goading the youth on.
"This is what you fantasize my maids doing?"
Heron's eyelids fluttered and he moaned briefly.
"Perhaps you are not as pure-minded as I thought..."
He thrust upward and tangled his hand in Heron's hair as a makeshift rein. His balls tingled as he watched Heron's full rosy lips surrounding him with his long bangs framing his strained face. The youth choked twice before attempting to move away. Arsenios roughly pulled him off by his hair and glowered.
"You will not stop unless I permit you to."
He snatched Heron's face back to his cock and stared at him until he tentatively continued.
Heron's stoicism crumbled as he came to terms with his situation, hearing Arsenios repeatedly call him 'his beautiful little whore'. He felt his own penis beginning to throb at the encouragement and despised himself for it. His eyes watered, his jaw ached, and his head throbbed from the merciless pulling, and he prayed that the man would be finished soon. One particular thrust knocked him off guard, causing him to rest his free hand on the man's thigh for leverage. Arsenios pushed down on his head until his lips touched the hairy base and his balls touched his chin. Heron choked at this man's penis shoving well past his tonsils, but Arsenios kept him in place.
"Do not move," the older man's voice was ragged and vicious, "You will get used to this."
