Have you ever been walking around and seen your childhood bully and thought I know the perfect revenge? The perks of being famous or widely renowned come with the added benefit of seduction. I could have anyone, I didn't even have to flirt or chase, I could just point and say you, me, now. That's not fun though, the chase is the exciting part. I was walking, just strolling around, I saw the eyes, the glasses, everyone looked when I walked past, everyone wanted me. A piece of me, something from me, to share a fraction of what I had. That's when I saw him. He was talking to two men, his back to me, but they were both staring. I walked up, smirking, I'd recognize that idiot anywhere. His face flashed before my eyes, the one that haunted my memories, his pale hair, his dark eyes, his sneer. He was tall now, not as tall as me, and muscular, but again, I had surpassed him. He used to call me all sorts of names, but when he finally turned around, he smiled.
"Farmboy?" His voice sounded surprised. I stopped, and looked at him, but said nothing. It wasn't something that required a response.
"You know Ranger?" One of his friends whispered. Ranger was the name I'd fought and won in the arena under.
"We grew up together." He laughed, walking towards me. "I guess he grew more than me though, look at you!" He laughed and clapped a hand on my arm. He'd also gone to the arena, but had lost round two, I had been in the audience that day.
"Let's go somewhere private and get reacquainted." I said. His eyes widened, but he smiled and nodded. Waving to his friends, we walked together. The recent rains had left the roads muddy, and it squelched under our boots.
"I heard you beat the arena!" He said.
"Is that supposed to be a notable feat?" I asked coolly. He paled, offering a weak chuckle.
"Barely a handful of folks can boast that, and the others on that list are all of-"
"Of rank above farmboy?" I cut in. He again blanched. I steered us around a corner into a back alley, he seemed too hung up on my snide remarks to notice. "Although you're above that rank, how did you fare when you fought in the arena?" I asked.
"I suppose it just goes to prove what you can do if you put your mind to it." He laughed softly. A single lamplight lit the path, it was dark, but I could see the weak expression on his features. He was embarrassed.
"But then again, Arena Winner is a more notable title than farmboy. What status does that afford me in comparison to you?" I came to a stop, facing him with a smirk.
"Leagues above me." He sighed.
"How about I raise you to my level then?" I asked, looking casually down at him. He seemed confused. "If we were married you would have the same status and respect as me."
"Married?" He coughed the word, clearly taken by surprise at my suggestion.
"I would of course expect some kind of payment, this is a transaction after all." I continued.
"Transaction?"
"Yes, I'll tell you what, you let me fuck you, and I'll marry you. You'll be my one and only."
"What?" He seemed to balk at the idea. I admit, it wasn't my smoothest line.
"Right here, right now." I pointed to the ground where we stood. He looked around, clearly wondering if there were any onlookers.
"But-"
"Do we have a deal?" I held my hand out to him. He considered it a long time, he looked at a loss. Finally, he shook my hand, looking away from me as if embarrassed by what he was agreeing to. I clapped our hands together, giving him a firm shake, before releasing him. "Undress." I waved dismissively. He pulled his pants down to his knees. "I won't ask again. Clothes off." I growled. He nodded and disrobed, holding his clothes in his hands, looking around. I pushed them out of his hands, and they fluttered into the mud. "On your hands and knees." Again, he considered a moment before sinking to his hands and knees, ass up for me to appreciate. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, and shoved his face into the mud.
