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The alcohol was getting to him, Antinous realized as he down yet another cup. He set it down a little too forcefully and thought back to the boy who challenged him earlier. He'd come there for a wife, a queen, and what did he get instead? Ridicule and anger? The country should be ashamed. With a growl, he stood up. He was going to find the boy and teach him a lesson about life.
Unsurprisingly, Telemachus was easy to find. He was alone in the training room, swinging his sword at wooden puppets, all sweaty and tired. Antinous smirked. This was going to be easy.
“Ready for round two, little wolf?”
Fear flashed on Telemachus’ face for a split second before it turned into anger. He lifted his training sword at the man, ready to strike. Antinous didn't give him that chance. He grabbed it with his hand and kicked it out of the boy's hands. Disarmed, Telemachus looked afraid again. Still, he didn't back down. He tried to swing only to be dodged. Antinous hit back, punching the kid's jaw. Telemachus staggered, disoriented for a moment which allowed Antinous to hit him one more time. He fell down and Antinous immediately climbed on top of him, hand squeezing around his throat.
Telemachus weakly tried to fight him, nails scratching at his wrist. He desperately tried to kick the man off of him, choking whimpers echoing in the room. It took a couple seconds before the sounds sparked a different kind of desire in Antinous. The knee moving underneath his crotch was also rubbing him just the right way and an idea came to his mind. He lowered his grasp just a little bit, smirking down at the terrified boy. Telemachus wasn't bad on the eyes at all. A little scrawny for his taste but Antinous has had worse. Besides, what better way to break the inexperienced virgin than having a man he hates steal his first time?
“Heh, I know a new way we can play together brat.”
There was confusion mixed with fear in Telemachus’ eyes and he hadn't stopped struggling. His thigh was rubbing Antinous in all the wrong places and he felt himself respond. He pressed the boy down against the floor, pinning him with one arm while using his other one to undo his pants. He was glad for deciding against underwear that morning. Like that, it was so easy to slip his dick free and stroke it to half mast. He could see the disgust on the younger boy's face and it brought a smile to his lips. It was so easy to pin the kid down, to straddle his middle with his thighs and drag his dick to those cracked lips. There was very little Telemachus could do about it other than grit his teeth and try to pull his head away.
“Be a good boy and don't bite, you hear me?”
He didn’t waste another second and forced his dick inside that wet mouth, releasing a pleased sigh at how tight and warm he found it. Telemachus groaned and Antinous felt the faintest graze of teeth before gripping the boy’s head and pulling. It was a warning as much as a threat and once they were in that position, he made good use of it, holding the kid in place. It was obvious that sucking someone’s cock was a first for Telemachus with the little sobs muffled by Antinous trusting into his mouth. Knowing he was stealing the boy’s first made him grin, pleased. It was sloppy but the humiliating situation made up for Telemachus’ lack of experience. His bruised face looked so beautiful with tears falling down his cheeks. That sight went right to Antinous’ dick.
“Maybe you’re not so bad after all, brat.” Antinous said, cruelly. “You make a rather decent slut.”
Telemachus looked like he wanted to say something but he couldn’t do anything with the cock thrusting in his mouth, precum mixing with his spit. He ended up only groaning again, the sound sending vibrations all around Antinous’ dick.
“Fuck, brat!”
If he kept going at it like this, it would be an easy release. He could almost picture Telemachus’ face covered in tears with semen spilling down his chin from when he wouldn’t be fast enough to swallow it all. Antinous’ cock throbbed and Telemachus rewarded him with another involuntary groan. Suddenly, Antinous realized he wanted more. Wrecking the boy’s mouth was not enough anymore, he wanted to take him fully. To ruin the kid for good, make him his. A new prize.
He pulled out and Telemachus gasped, immediately breaking into a coughing fit. Antinous laughed at him, the sight truly amusing to his eyes. He stood up and shoved the unprepared kid to the ground, forcing him on his knees. Tearing the pants was so much easier than actually unbuckling his belt so he just ripped them off, leaving a large hole. Like that, Telemachus’ ass was on full display.
“There’s so many fun things I can teach you, brat. We’re starting now.”
Antinous knew it wouldn’t feel good for the boy, not with the lack of lube and proper preparation. He didn’t care. This was just another means to ruin the annoying brat, to see if he could break his spirit. Antinous spat on the boy’s waiting hole, smearing it around with his fingers. He shoved two of them inside, disregarding the existence he was met with. Underneath him, Telemachus muttered some curse that sounded a lot like whines.
“This’ll do,” Antinous muttered once he was sure he wouldn’t cause any lasting damage. He stroked his own cock a few times before slowly pushing it inside. “Fuck, your ass is even better than your mouth. I should have done this earlier, in front of everyone. Bet you would’ve liked that, brat.”
He thought about it more as he succumbed to the pleasure, painting the image of Telemachus’ shameful public humiliation and discovered he didn’t quite like it. The little wolf was his to ruin. With a growl,his grip tightened on Telemachus’ hips and he sped up the pace.
“You must really like this, you clench around me so well.”
Telemachus hated it. He hated that it felt good. He’d rather it have hurt though he hated pain too. But then it would have been easier to stomach what was actually happening to him. Still, as much as his brain told him no, his body had decided to enjoy it. The sounds coming out of his mouth were truly shameful, so unbefitting of someone of his rank. He sounded like some frail woman, lost in the throes of pleasure.
“Aw, you moan like a bitch in heat.” That despicable voice, the breath stinking of alcohol, right next to his ear. Telemachus felt sick. “Say, what would your mother think if she saw you like this?”
The image of his mother finding him like that brought a new wave of nausea to the boy. He tried to say something but he couldn’t quite control his voice anymore. His mouth betrayed him by making those sounds that were more like desperate pleas. Perhaps if he just focused on the physical pleasure and nothing else he could get out of this just fine. All that mattered was the pleasure, the desire for release. He’d have time to dwell on the situation later, or maybe never.
The feeling of Antinous releasing his spend inside him didn’t feel as disgusting as he expected it too. Instead, he cried out and spilled his own release after a direct thrust to his prostate. Despite the pain and the humiliation - or perhaps because of that, a thought Telemachus didn’t want to dive into - his body had felt good. It had been enjoyable enough to give him the best orgasm of his life. Telemachus’ hazed brain didn’t really know what to do with that information.