Page 52 of Arrogance
“Do it then! Take what’s now yours. Show no mercy!” I begged.
“Fuck yes. That’s exactly what I need to hear from you, Adonis.” Zephyus then pressed the tip of his cock into me. My initial yell was drowned out by the cheering crowd heard all around us in the stadium.
The tightness of my ass muscles squeezed against his shaft as he plunged himself further into me. “You are phenomenal, Zephyrus!” I squealed as he began to thrust in and out of me.
“Yes. I am. Now tell it to me again!” he demanded, as he continued to relentlessly pound me into the wall. “Tell me how amazing I am!” Zephyrus then released one of his hands in order to smack my butt hard, prompting me to obey his command.
“You are magnificent!” I shouted, letting out a soft whimper from the slight stinging from his slap. “I need your cock, Zephyrus. Let that cock own me!” I yelled.
“Oh! It is Adonis!” His thrusts into me were brutal. I could not help but stroke myself as his cock plowed into me. I was on the verge of exploding. The intensity hit me at an uncontrollable rate. “You’re going to make me explode! Arghhh!!!” I moaned, releasing myself all over my hand and the matching limestone wall.
“Yes! I’m there too! Just a little… Mmmm!!!” Zephyrus let out a deep grunt. I could feel his warm juices empty deep inside me, leaving me to shutter from the pleasure of it all.
I further pressed my body into the wall with him on top of me. The two of us breathing at intense rates, trying to maintain our balance. Otherwise, we were bound to collapse to the floor.
“You are absolutely stunning, Adonis! I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” Zephyrus complimented me.
“You as well. I love a man with sexual chaos. You’re not asgentleas you come off as,” I added. The witty remark garnered a deep-belly laugh out of him.
Once we regained our composure, Zephyrus finally managed to pull his limp cock out of me. We gathered our clothes and placed them back over our bodies.
“Apollo was a fool to lose you,” he stated, in a more serious tone, now that the euphoria from our sexual encounter had worn off.
“Yes. He and Hyacinth have hurt me to my core,” I exaggerated.
“I cannot believe they both wronged us. If only there was something we could do about it to punish them for their actions,” Zephyrus thought out loud.
This was exactly what I was hoping he would say. I needed him to be the one to introduce the idea. Otherwise, it would seem like I was using him to plot my revenge against the two, which I really was, but there was no reason to let Zephyrus in on that knowledge.
“There is a way for us to be vindicated,” I announced, as I stepped towards the small opening in the wall that served as a window for us to watch the discus throws below us.
“How so?” Zephyrus approached me from behind, wrapping his arms around me in a soothing manner.
“Apollo should be up at any moment to make his throw. With a little power from a certain wind god, perhaps his discus might accidentally be thrown off course? It would be a shame for it to strike someone in the audience,” I slyly stated.
“Hmmm. That’s an interesting idea,” Zephyrus replied. “Is this what you truly desire?”
I nodded, before spinning around to softly kiss Zephyrus on the lips. “It would mean the world to me. I think it would help ease our pain. We would never have to worry about the two of them being together ever again. Hyacinth deserves what will come to him. He has betrayed far too many people in a lifetime,” I reasoned.
Zephyrus stared longingly into my Aegean blue eyes as I made this fatal request. His head lifted back up and he released his hands from my embrace. “Very well. But we cannot remain together while this takes place. Suspicion will immediately fall to the two of us. Why don’t you return back to your seat and I’ll take care of it from here?”
“Are you certain?” I asked.
“Yes. Now go. Apollo should be up at any moment,” Zephyrus stated.
I kissed him once more on the lips before departing the private booth. I made haste to return to my seat in the stands, watching the competition with more eagerness and attention than I ever gave it before.
Several minutes later, Apollo stepped onto the field, with his discus in hand. His arms stretched wide as he spun in circles. His muscles bulged through his skin with every spin he made. Soon he released his discus. At first it traveled linearly on course, but then a heavy gust of wind swept the discus completely to the side. The crowd screamed, realizing the heavy metallic object was heading straight for them. A loud thud was heard over the audience, with multiple screams and screeching sounds.
“Someone help him!”
“He is bleeding to death!”
“It’s Hyacinth! The prince is injured!”
Apollo rushed over to the stands and hopped the wall to get to his fallen lover. I could barely make him out, likely using his curing spells and magical remedies to do his best to heal Hyacinth. I sat on the edge of my seat with anticipation, watching the scene unfold. Soon, I was able to make out a few head shakes. A heavy silence fell over the crowd as Apollo carried Hyacinth’s dead body across the arena floor and out of the stadium.
It was a tragedy! A horrible affair for all who had witnessed the gore of the accident. Everyone cried and mourned the loss of the beloved Spartan prince. Everyone, that is, except for me.
