Champion
The sun sank low as the ludus rumbled with noise and excitement. Throughout, warriors and nobles alike raised their glasses in celebration. Victory had arrived and now, as darkness began to fall, the sweat and blood washed away from their bodies while the voices grew louder in triumph. The smell of wine hung in the air mixed with the undertones of sweat and cunt. A dizzying array of men, whores, and entertainers filled the ludus, all watched over by the happy faces of the Dominae who possessed them.
Still, one face remained absent from the festivities. In the shadows of his quarters, Pallas sat with eyes closed. Though awake, the cougar let the images of the day leave his mind and fade away, for no amount of celebration could surpass the rush of the kill and thrill of victory for their champion.
The name Pallas had been given to him the day he swore his oath, welcoming the brand seared into the beige fur running down his arms, leaving the Sigma unfurred and scarred onto his body forever. His past had been abandoned in favor of living his life as a gladiator. A life only to train, to grow ever stronger, to kill, and above all else, to please the roaring crowd.
The door of his cell swung open, cutting into the stillness like a razor. The cat rose to his feet in attendance an old jackal stepped inside, dressed in his finer robes for the evening celebrations. "Dominus," he said softly, lowering his head in respect to the well-dressed man.
"Pallas, you never cease to impress. Today's victory was surely yours alone," he said, paw resting on the warrior's massive shoulder. "Our financiers have sent a gift for you. It would be wise to accept it."
"I require only my place here, Dominus," Pallas replied softly, the well trained obedience surfacing. The jackal leaned closer, fearlessly putting both paws on either side of the cougar's face. The old eyes narrowed as he leaned in close enough to whisper, breath falling onto the gladiator's cheek.
"No, it would be very wise to accept it rather than throw such kindness away. Now, you can have your gift taken, blooded up, and discarded by one of those lesser, drunken dogs. Or you can behave like a champion and accept him. Consider this an order," he said, voice tinged with hostility before he turned and stepped back through the door. The ominous words hung in the air. Accept 'him' rather than accept 'it.' Pallas sat down on the layered straw mats that served as his bedding, eying the doorway carefully before it swung open again.
The slim figure stumbled a little as unseen paws shoved him forward, long ears pinned back. The door eased shut behind him, leaving the two alone in the lamplight. The rabbit tugged at the hem of his robes, modestly trying to cover himself. A thin slave collar hung loose on the boy, ornate patterns seared into the leather. Pallas rose to his feet, prowling toward the young concubine. The rabbit suddenly snapped up to attention as the large, muscular man loomed over him. "Greetings, champion," he said slowly, voice a mixture of genuine admiration and dazed fear.
"Are you my prize for the night?" the gladiator said lowly, paws sliding carefully down the thin shoulders.
"I believe so, Sir," he replied timidly, fur prickling up underneath the large calloused paws. Faster, his nose began to twitch as the heady mixture of sweat, blood, and dirt began to surround him. The scent of the days battle made his head swim as his knees weakened. The low predatory purr grew louder, echoing off the stone walls while the cougar eased his exploratory touches down over the boy's hips, evoking another little whimper from the bunny.
The cougar chuckled and released him. "Your first time?" he said coyly, tail beginning to swish behind him. Tension flickered through the rabbit's shoulders before he averted his eyes, giving the smallest of nods. The rough paws moved up again, easing the robe from the thin frame, leaving more and more gray fur exposed. "You're a bit older than the typical fair for a slave boy," he said lowly, leaning in to smell the clean scent of boy's newly exposed The rabbit remained silent, at a loss as the cougar continued circling him, dizzy as he heart pounded faster. "I like that, the younglings are more trouble than they're worth. But to be the slave of a slave, what a life. If you are mine, then it's my responsibility to name you," he said plainly, letting the rabbit's robes fall in a pool around his ankles to leave every last supple inch exposed.
"Am I to your liking?" he said, barely above a whisper, his own paws sliding lower to timidly cover his plump sheath, tail quivering and flicking about nervously. Though he was an adult, his body had never quite grown up like the other men in his family. His slender hips and flat chest swayed back and forth as he kept the paws clasped in front of himself.
"Calix," the cougar replied, pressed his body tight against the gray fur. It shimmered in the low light like fresh ash. "A name befitting a beautiful creature like you." He leaned in, sniffing at him, taking in the freshly cleaned scents before running his tongue up the tender bend of the bunny's neck. The rough tongue sent another chill through the boy, building into a high pitched squeal. The cougar clutched tighter, massive arms tightening their grasp as he began to lick more. His teeth nipped firmly down on little bits of flesh, tugging the neck scruff.
Calix crossed his legs the best he could, sheath swelling bigger as the claws traced carefully through the chestfur. Carefully, they drifted down to give his low-hanging balls a fondle. The breath seized in his throat as the cougar bit down firmer to keep him still, fondling more, rolling and kneading both with his finger tips. For the boy's small frame, his endowment was quite impress, almost entirely filling the warrior's grasp. The bunny cooed, heart thumping in his chest as he pivoted, burrowing his nose against the wide chest. Twitching, his ears flicked and moved, the manly scents growing stronger. The calloused grip slid up from a pert ass cheek along the curve of his back before moving to the boy's face. He pushed a thumb into the bunny's muzzle, feeling the warmth and wetness of his maw. Pallas growled, the growing lust beginning to take over his better judgment. He reached down with his free paw to pull his loincloth from his body and let it fall loosely at his feet. "Get to work, Calix. It's time you earn the name I've given you."
The bunny, guided by downward pressure from his new owner's paws, dropped down to his knees. The scents were even stronger as the timid boy leaned in, paws carefully exploring the heavy golden balls, bigger than eggs, hanging heavy in his grasp. Each little squeeze was met with another growl of approval from the cougar. Pallas leaned back against the stone wall as the bunny began to run his soft cheek along the side of the swelling sheath. Firming and pulsing in time with his heart, the sheath began to swell in the bunny's grasp. As both velvet paws squeezed on either side, the pink head pushed free, a clear droplet clinging to the tip. "Good boy," Pallas growled happily, tail curling and swishing as he ran his fingertips down to gently tug at the boy's earbase. "Good bunny." The praise drove the boy onward as he lapped faster, mouth tugging at the furred flesh of the cougar's sheath.
The purr grew louder in tremulous rumble, surrounding the young concubine as the thick shaft pushed free, bobbling in front of the rabbit's face. A nervous swallow came from his throat as he carefully took the thick rod in his paw, unable to wrap it entirely around the massive member.
"Does it impress you, boy?" Pallas growled softly as the squeezing forced another droplet of precum to bubble to the the tip run down the shaft onto the carefully exploring fingertips.
"It's enormous," Calix replied breathlessly. The image of the muscled gladiator's endowment overtook him, making his head spin in a daze. He could only close his eyes to try to find a moment to relax. The cat's strong heartbeat came in time with the pulses underneath his fingertips. and the warm flesh grew slippery and wet as his traced his paws up and down, growing in speed. The scent was like some godly spice; sharp, dangerous, and alluring, it was everything the champion himself embodied.
The rough paws circled from the top of his head and down his face, both thumbs pushing inside his muzzle. Calix closed his eyes as some long-forgotten instinct pulled him to nurse and slobber of them, tasting everything. His mouth grew dry from the arena's dust still clinging to the fingers only to water again out of pure desire. The cougar moved his fingers delicately to pull the wet mouth open before pushing the glistening cockhead inside. The bunny flinched at first but soon as the precum fell upon his tongue, instinct once again took over. He nursed and licked, tongue trailing around the heavy tool. Pallas snarled happily, holding the bunny by the ears as he met each motion with a thrust of his own, cutting the boy off with a sudden gag in the back of his throat. The rabbit's paws raised, squeezing and groping at the rest of the huge shaft. His half-lidded eyes watched the golden fur moving in front of him before the gladiator pulled him free, shuddering from the cold air against his spit-soaked member.
Calix wiped his mouth and swallowed down the thick mixtures of saliva and pre still hanging in his throat. "Sir, I don't think any more will fit," he gasped, paws now squeezing firmly, sliding up and down the slickened shaft. The massive paws gripped firmly against the back of his head.
"Oh, if you're to be any pet of mine, you will make it fit," he growled lowly before pushing back inside. The hot pre splashed against the back of the boy's throat as he felt the cougar pressing further inside. The head bumped again against the back of his throat before Pallas seized both ears. "Breath in through your nose!" he commanded. Just as the bunny inhaled, he drove forward, pushing inside the throat and leaving the bunny's stubby nose against the thick pubic fur. Calix's eyes shot open, for a moment only able to inhale the scent of the champion's musk. He swallowed hard as the heavy paws held him tighter by the ears. The contractions of the rabbit's throat milked slickly around him as he rocked his hips, letting his balls swing and thump against the boy's chin. Calix struggled, swallowing harder, panting through his nose as the throbbing cock deposited more and more rich precum directly down his throat.
Pallas purred lowly, chest rumbling as he held himself still, just savoring the contractions around his leaking dick. He looked down to lock eyes with the bunny, watching as his pet began to relax, adjusting to the thick, pulsing invader inside his throat. His chestnut eyes watered from the dizzying scent of musk and constant urge to gag. Pleased with the boy's efforts, Pallas yanked back with a wet pop. The red oozing cock stood at full attention, coated in a thick glaze of saliva. The champion folded his arms to revel in the sight of the bunny's dazed face. The rabbit's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, still instinctively reaching for more. A hot gush of precum shot from him, splattering across the gray muzzle. Calix panted for breath, tongue flicking at his mouth, trying to reach the glistening liquid running slowly from across his cheek.
The delicate paws reached up to steady the hot shaft, squeezing and kneading it with his fingertips before opening wide and engulfing it again. He slid down slowly, leaf-shaped tailed wiggling in anticipation. The head bumped against the back of his throat again, but this time, without encouragement from the cougar, he pressed forward, swallowing the entire meaty shaft. His nose nuzzled against the musky fur again before pulling halfway back and pressing forward again, throat quickly adjusting to the rapid abuse. Pallas fought back a roar of pleasure, claws digging into the stone wall behind him. His paws moved to rest loosely around the rabbit ears as the boy eagerly began to move his entire body, passing his lips from the head down to the root and back again. Spit fell lewdly from the corners of his mouth as he abandoned all attempts at civility or demeanor, sloppily lapping at his champion's huge endowment.
His chin tilted up as he slid back, mouth now rapidly filling with precum. His throat bobbed as he kept swallowing, trying to keep up with the impressive flow before slamming back down to the hilt. He gagged again and swallowed hard, eyes stinging as precum dripped from his nose, fluids now falling into a lewd mixture on the dirty floor. He shuddered, having all but forgotten his own aching erection, twitching in eagerness. But he didn't dare touch himself, he could not will himself to do so. Now, he served his champion and could only think of pleasuring him more.
Just as he leaned in, mouth opening wide, the rough paw seized him by the collar. A cold smile spread across Pallas's muzzle as he pushed the boy's muzzle lower to dig between his cock and balls. The huge cock was all he could see. The heavy musky was all he could breathe. Calix began to squirm, struggling against the grip, mouth watering as he lapped at what flesh his tongue could reach.
"Are you begging for more, bunny?" Pallas growled, thumb sliding around from the now damp leather to slip into the bunny's sloppy maw, trying to clean up some of the mussed gray fur. "Do you have no will power left?"
"I want more, Sir," he mumbled around the thumb, nursing on it, eyes glazed as he struggled more. All other thoughts had left him, and now he only followed his own lust.
"Ah, what a mess you've made. And here I am, to name you, clean you, train you, teach you. I am less your owner and more your father," he growled. The bunny whined more, starting to struggle, the scents and feral call of his growing lust surpassing his logical judgment. He reached up to cup his hands, letting the precum fall into his paws like gathering water from a fountain. As he brought them back to his muzzle to drink, Pallas suddenly swatted the boy's sticky paws forward, making Calix smear the thick load across his face once again. "Listen when your father talks to you, boy!"
"Yes," Calix replied, coming back from the high, swallowing hard as the words nervously came from his salty lips, "Daddy." He looked up again as Pallus carefully drew patterns through the sticky ash-colored fur, smearing the juices like war paint on a brave soldier. He slid down to his knees and craned his head down, eyes locked with the boy in his grasp.
"Good boy. Daddy's proud," he whispered before pressing his lips against the bunny's own. The wide tongue breached inside the sore maw, lapping inside, still tasting the salty remnants of all the clear slick. The bodies embraced tighter, rough paws groping across the fragile body as the thin paws clutched tighter into the muscular arms.
The moment grew still as the cougar fell back onto the bedding. Calix pressed closer against the warm, broad expanse of chest. The low rumble moved through him, leaving him peacefully dazed. He squirmed and repositioned, stiff cocks bumping, little grinds coming from both. Pallas took charge, guiding the boy down onto his back before leaning over him. The broad shoulders eclipsed all else in the boy's vision.
The kissing grew more aggressive as the tan fur covered muscles flexed, playfully wrestling with his prey. The rabbit fought back weakly, grin too wide across his muzzle to even properly kiss back. Pallas relented, letting the rabbit work to the top before deftly rolling him back down onto the mat. The boy's chest dug into the floor as he struggles to put his shoulders upright. Tension grew between them before another snarl built up within the gladiator's throat. He pinned the rabbit down hard, kisses turning into bites down the back of his neck, threatening to tear the collar from him in a moment of passion. The rough tongue alternated together with the bites across the slim shoulders and carefully arched back, sliding ever lower.. Calix whined more, body shuddering from the cool night air reaching him. Now, without the cougar laying atop him, he felt the cold again along with a nagging sense of longing.
As if sensing the boy's thoughts, he pressed his nose against the rabbit's fuzzy sack, breathing in his scent. His head swam with the scents of youth and innocence before his tongue darted out to scrape across the musky flesh. The bunny's back arched in response, spreading his knees apart to better expose himself. The was no shame or embarrassment left in him. He exposed every vulnerable area, pink hole coming in view at last. Pallas smirked slowly at such submission before giving the hole a very slow, careful lap.
The boy flinched from the new sensation while the cougar ravenously tongued deeper. "Oh, Daddy," he called as his fists clenched tighter. The massive paws seized his thighs to pull him open wide, probing his tongue further inside the hot hole. The tight ring fought back, trying to force him out, but Pallas snarled and thrust forward, purring and rumbling passing through his tongue and inside the squirming rabbit.
The fingertips marched inward, spreading the cheeks wider as the tongue pumped in and out. Gracefully, the long ears tilted backward over his shoulders, leaf-shaped tail wiggling faster. Little gasps and moans escaped him, tail flicking about. The rumbling growl shot through Calix as his new Daddy eased back, watching a trail of saliva bridging his tongue and the glistening hole. The callous fingertip traced around the pink hole, each little flicker of pressure making the boy tense.
"Relax, Calix," he whispered, eyes level with the flexing entrance. The fingertip sank in a little further. The boy tensed up more, gripping the corners of the bedding as his body fought the invading digits away. The growl grew louder as a heavy cougar paw seized the back of his collar, yanking him firmly upright. The bunny's eyes opened wide from the brief moment of breathlessness. "Daddy said relax!" Pallas shouted, breath hot against his cheek. "Now, listen to your father."
The words worked like a drug as the hole relaxed around the fingertip. The yearning urges to be good, to follow his Daddy's orders, crept inside his head. He pressed back slowly, taking the fingers down to the knuckle. Delicately, the muscles squeezed tighter and released to mirror the boy's breathing. Pallas curled the finger just enough to press down at the tender points within the hot depths. A burst of thick precum shot from the bunny's cock, hanging from the tip in a long strand. The cougar growled happily and leaned down to crane his head between the silky thighs. The wide tongue lapped at the dripping cock, gathering up the precum as the finger worked faster in and out, milking his dear slave.
Suddenly, the cougar picked up the boy with one arm before pushing him back down on his back. Before Calix could respond, a hot mouth swallowed his pulsing dick, finger sliding in and out easily now. The purring rumbled around him as he leaked faster, Pallas drinking down the clear slick like liquid cat nip. Both were drunk with lust, free paws roaming and groping at the other. A second wide finger traced around the stretched hole before breaching inside. This time, the bunny moaned louder, bucking his hips into the wet warmth. The purr worked up into a growl as the cougar pulls back to let the cold air surround the glistening shaft.
"It's time, Calix," he said lowly. There was no need for further explanation. The bunny pulled his thighs up as the fingers withdrew, leaving his soft hole exposed.
"Should I be on my hands and knees for you, Daddy?" the boy whispered as he leaned in to give the rugged jawline a trail of damp kisses. The rough paws seized the boy and guided him down onto his back.
"No, my little rabbit, stay on your back for now," he growled, fighting to maintain his poise, fighting the urge to lose control and take his prey by force. The growing tension became palpable between them while groping paws turned to dragging claws. Their eyes met again. "I want to watch your face as you give yourself to me."
The rabbit raised his hips and hooked his ankles around the cougar's waist. The wide cockhead pressed against the tight ring. A brief stillness passed over them as the eyes stayed fiercely locked. Then, breaking that frozen moment, Pallis pressed forward. The tight ring spread around the head, evoking a soft whine from the rabbit. Pallis snarled as he drove further through the resistance. The hot depths fought back against him, trying to squeeze him out before the large puma sank his teeth back down into the soft gray shoulder.
The pick of the fangs against such sensitive skin made the boy's limbs rigidly straighten before relaxing again. The rush of comfort and safety in the strong arms overtook him. At last, his body relaxed, and Pallis slid in to the hilt. Their noses touched intimately before the cougar's strong legs began to work, easing out and back into the tight hole. The boy tensed and moaned, cock pulsing hard from the intense new sensations.
The pace quickened as Pallis slid to the tip and back in and again, paws traveling around the rabbit's thin frame. The rough paws pinched each pink nipple hidden in the gray fur as his hips thumped harder against the boy. Calix moaned, cries echoing against the stone walls, and arched his back, trying to take more. Roughly, the gladiator fucked his boy, taken by the heat of the moment. Words dissolved into guttural moans, accented by the rhythmic thumping of hips and the swinging of heavy, fertile balls spanking against the upturned ass.
"Daddy!" Callix cried out, writhing in unimaginable pleasure. His throat moved, swallowing down all the saliva building in his maw as the lust consumed him. The torrent grew too heavy as he began to drool, tongue falling from his mouth as each pounding thrust released another yip of excitement. His paws lunged out to hold onto Pallis's shoulders. Taking the cue, the cougar pulled him upright into his lap, bouncing him there. Calix adjusted his legs around the wide hips and took control. He slid down to the hilt before bouncing back up. Soon, the pace grew more passionate, filled with breathless moans between sloppy kisses. He bounced faster, as a good bunny should, as his lover's paws kept him from falling off balance.
Strong cougar paws seized the hips suddenly and withdrew from the rabbit with a loud, wet pop. Calix whimpered, eyes suddenly filling with tears to feel so empty. Pallis kissed him wordlessly before repositioning him on all fours, gaping hole on full display. He angled his leaking dick and slammed in to the hilt with one mighty thrust. The bunny released a high-pitched squeak and thrust backward, folding his long ears submissively over his shoulders. The gladiator roared, hips now working into a blur as he thumped faster against those young hips, seizing the deflowered boy tighter in his arms.
Passions built up to a frenzied heat. Calix threw his head back and drove his hips back once more. Pallis slammed in to the base and yanked the boy's shoulders upright, working his hips in quick short thrusts. The rabbit craned his head back and kissed his lover as both tongues sloppily worked over the other. Bodies covered in sweat, saliva, and precum, at last the rabbit broke free from the kiss and released a cry of ecstasy. "Daddy! I can't hold back! Ohhh!" he shouted. His hole clamped down tight, pulsing and spasming around the still thrusting cougar, before the first hot gush of pearl white cum shot from him, hitting the wall with a mighty splatter. His body shuddered, only kept from collapsing by the strong arms around him as he thrust in instinct, more and more seed shooting across the wall and onto the mats beneath them.
The boys cries were too much for the cougar. His fangs sank down hard on the boy's shoulder as he clutched his prize tighter and pounded in lusty fury. The teeth released followed by a bellowing roar that shook the ludus itself. Thick ropes of hot gladiator seed gushed inside the boy in an unending flow, each pulsing torrent flooding him further. Calix's eyes widened as the intense heat gushed inside him, redoubling the intensity of his own climax. Pallis thrust hard with each pump, pushing his hot sticky load deeper and deeper into the boy. His claws pricked at the rabbit, shaking as his hips continued to work, leaving cum drooling from around his cock and onto a sticky mess below them. Calix stroked himself weakly, body spent as the last drops of cum clung to the tip of his cock in a long strand connected to the puddle below him. The champion's thrusts slowed as his heavy balls drew up, still filling the boy with what was left of his enormous load.
The rabbit's head swam as he looked at the cum soaked walls and bed. His body hung weakly in the strong arms, kept from falling into his own puddle by the hands drifting down his body. Pallis seized his boy's cock, smearing his thumb across the tip to coat it with the last of the boy's cream. Calix shuddered, body wriggling away from the sensitive touches. The thumb raised, hovering before the boy's maw, taking only a moment before sliding into the warm gray muzzle. His heavy eyes closed as he nurses on it, tasting his own musky cream mixed with the sharp flavor of gladiator sweat. Quickly, the room spun as the cougar eased down onto his back, away from the sticky mess, leaving himself burrowed deep inside the boy.
"Are you going to take it out?" Calix asked timidly. The questioned fell from his lips timidly, like a child afraid to lose a beloved toy. The boy's shoulders shifted against the gladiator's wide chest, the size difference allowing him to easily rest his head back underneath the strong chin. His hole tried to close again, feeling cum still running down his thighs and over his tail, back down onto the shaft still spreading him wide.
"No," Pallis whispered hoarsely, low rumble of a purr moving through both of them. "You are my prize, and I shall have you here tonight and every night with me." The paws gripped the around the boy's waist, keeping himself pressed to the hilt. A content smile crossed the boy's face as he closed his eyes again. The only sound he could hear, the only scent he could smell, and the only touch he could feel were that of his gladiator.
"Thank you, my champion," he whispered, sleep beginning to tug at him. He wiggles his long ears, pinned back over the cougar's shoulder as he made himself comfortable.
"Say it properly, my love," said Pallas, lowering his head to breath the boy's scent in again, drowning himself in the warmth and purity of the boy. His eyes grew heavy, watching the haze of his own tan paws sliding through the smooth gray fur, drawing little patterns with a single clawtip. He knew sleep would come, but he felt no regret. When he would wake, the boy would still be there. Still, his grip squeezed him close, never wanting to let go.
Calix smiled again, guiding the paw to rest over his heart. The room fell still and silent, only the sound of breathing and the distant tapping of two hearts whispering their love for one another. The rabbit could no longer open his eyes and merely whispered his simple correction.
"Thank you, Daddy."