The House of Hummel (3/?)
“Sir? You asked to be updated on how the new gladiator, Sam, was doing?”
Kurt put away the papers and turned his attention to Tina. “Yes, how are things going? As expected?”
“Apparently he’s quite a good fighter but has a bit of an attitude problem. Puck had to have him whipped this afternoon.”
“WHIPPED? What the hell happened?” Almost every gladiator had gotten whipped at one point or another; it was one of their most effective forms of punishment after all, but that didn’t stop Kurt’s heart from leaping into his throat.
“I’m not sure sir, you’d have to ask Puck. He’s still outside, shall I get him for you?”
“No, I’ll handle it, thank you Tina.”
**
Kurt stormed outside looking for the gladiator trainer. “PUCK! Can you explain why our brand new gladiator is already receiving medical attention? I didn’t buy him so you could beat him to a pulp!”
Puck just rolled his eyes in response to Kurt’s yelling. “I knew this was going to happen. Just calm down, Sam’s fine, Rachel’s tending to him now and I made sure there wouldn’t be any scarring. We wouldn’t want to mar your new toy, now would we?”
Kurt’s face turned cold at that and his voice took on a quiet tone that concerned Puck a lot more than Kurt’s previous yelling did. “If you are interested in remaining in my father’s employ, I suggest you explain your last remark immediately.”
Puck did his best to look contrite. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any offense. Sam told me about your interest in him this morning, but I shouldn’t have remarked on it. I just wanted to assure you that Sam would remain in good condition.”
Kurt couldn’t help but be relieved to hear that Sam would be ok, but was surprised to hear that he had confided in Puck about what Kurt had said. Was Sam scared of him? Concerned about what Kurt would do? “What did Sam say to you?”
“Basically he just wanted to know if you propositioned all the new gladiators like that. I told him that as far as I know, you’d never been interested in any gladiators since I’d be here. He seemed intrigued though, so why don’t you go visit him, and we can forget about me getting fired.”
“I think I will go check on Sam, but Puck, no more whippings without my express permission, do you understand?” Puck nodded, and managed to hold off on smirking until Kurt had turned to go back inside.
**
Kurt entered the small room used to treat injuries and found Rachel lightly rubbing some ointment on Sam’s back while he lay across a table. Kurt was glad to see that Sam’s back wasn’t bad at all, as Puck had said, though surely it hurt like hell. Kurt could tell that Sam was nude except for a sheet covering his lower half, with the swell of his ass just barely peeking out from under the sheet.
Rachel turned and stood when she saw Kurt enter. “Hello Kurt, are you feeling ill? Do you need anything?” Rachel saying Kurt’s name drew Sam’s attention and he turned to look at Kurt with an unreadable expression on his face.
“I just wanted to check in on your patient, make sure everything was ok. How is he?”
Rachel’s look conveyed a million questions, but she managed not to ask them and instead responded to Kurt. “He’ll be fine. Nothing worrisome, I was just putting on some ointment for the pain and then he’ll just need to rest for a day or two.”
“So he just needs the ointment?” Rachel nodded. “Very well, why don’t you go ahead and head home. I can help Sam.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary Kurt, you don’t need to offer that.”
“It wasn’t an offer. Go home.” Rachel paused in confusion, but eventually gathered her things and left, handing Kurt the ointment on the way out.
Sam had turned his head back away from Kurt while he had talked to Rachel and was now looking down at the floor. Kurt sat down where Rachel had been and began to apply the ointment. Sam’s back was warm to the touch and Kurt could feel Sam’s muscles just under the skin. Kurt tried to control his desire for the other man, but it was proving difficult.
“What happened today that caused this?”
Sam didn’t say anything at first, but eventually responded “Apparently I’m insubordinate.” He didn’t seem interested on expanding on that.
“Well, I know Puck can be extremely tough, but I promise it’s only because he wants you to survive in the arena.” Sam didn’t respond, so Kurt asked another question. “Puck told me you asked about me, about our conversation. What did you want to know?”
“I wanted to know if this was a regular occurrence here. He told me it wasn’t, that you didn’t normally express interest in the gladiators.”
Kurt had rubbed in all the ointment, but didn’t want to stop touching Sam. His hands ventured lower than the wounds, to just above where the sheet lay. “That’s not the way we do things here. And I want you to know that if you aren’t interested, you should just say so and it won’t be held against you.”
“I’ve never, um, been with, another man, but I can’t lie, I couldn’t help but be intrigued at your offer.” Kurt lowered the sheet to uncover the entirety of Sam’s ass. It was as exquisite as Kurt knew it would be, round and firm and perfect, just like the rest of Sam. Kurt massaged each cheek and Sam couldn’t help but moan quietly at the touch.
“So you want this?” Kurt asked as his fingers trailed lightly between Sam’s cheeks, not pressing in but just lightly rubbing.
“Gods, yes,” Sam moaned again at Kurt’s touch and Kurt pulled off the rest of the sheet, revealing Sam’s legs as well as his hardened cock pressed against the table.
“Can you turn over, or would it be too painful?” Sam didn’t say anything but turned himself slowly until he was on his back. He winced a little laying back but seemed ok, otherwise.
Sam’s cock was now shooting straight up in the air and Kurt couldn’t keep his hands off of it. Kurt’s hand still had enough ointment that he was able to stroke it easily and Sam’s hips were soon thrusting upwards in response to Kurt’s ministrations. Kurt’s other hand traced the dips of Sam’s abs and chest, feeling Sam breathing quicken in response.
Kurt couldn’t help but compare Sam’s body to that of the gods he had read about and seen paintings and sculptures of, as he lay there and fell apart under Kurt’s touch. It was if he had stepped straight out of Mount Olympus.
Kurt moved his other hand from Sam’s abs to his balls, caressing them as he continued stroking Sam’s cock, which was now leaking pre-cum. Before long Sam gasped “Kurt” and he was shooting onto his own stomach and Kurt’s hand. Kurt continued stroking him until Sam finished and then wiped himself and Sam off with the sheet.
Sam looked absolutely wrecked by the experience, sweaty and breathing heavily and hair sticking up in all directions, and it was all Kurt could do not to get on top of him and fuck him right there on the table. But he knew Sam was physically exhausted from the day, not to mention still injured, and didn’t want to push him too far.
So he leaned down and whispered, “When you feel healthy enough, let the house servant named Tina know. Then I will call for you.” Then Kurt exited quickly and hoped that he wouldn’t encounter anyone else before he could return to his room.
Kurt put away the papers and turned his attention to Tina. “Yes, how are things going? As expected?”
“Apparently he’s quite a good fighter but has a bit of an attitude problem. Puck had to have him whipped this afternoon.”
“WHIPPED? What the hell happened?” Almost every gladiator had gotten whipped at one point or another; it was one of their most effective forms of punishment after all, but that didn’t stop Kurt’s heart from leaping into his throat.
“I’m not sure sir, you’d have to ask Puck. He’s still outside, shall I get him for you?”
“No, I’ll handle it, thank you Tina.”
**
Kurt stormed outside looking for the gladiator trainer. “PUCK! Can you explain why our brand new gladiator is already receiving medical attention? I didn’t buy him so you could beat him to a pulp!”
Puck just rolled his eyes in response to Kurt’s yelling. “I knew this was going to happen. Just calm down, Sam’s fine, Rachel’s tending to him now and I made sure there wouldn’t be any scarring. We wouldn’t want to mar your new toy, now would we?”
Kurt’s face turned cold at that and his voice took on a quiet tone that concerned Puck a lot more than Kurt’s previous yelling did. “If you are interested in remaining in my father’s employ, I suggest you explain your last remark immediately.”
Puck did his best to look contrite. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any offense. Sam told me about your interest in him this morning, but I shouldn’t have remarked on it. I just wanted to assure you that Sam would remain in good condition.”
Kurt couldn’t help but be relieved to hear that Sam would be ok, but was surprised to hear that he had confided in Puck about what Kurt had said. Was Sam scared of him? Concerned about what Kurt would do? “What did Sam say to you?”
“Basically he just wanted to know if you propositioned all the new gladiators like that. I told him that as far as I know, you’d never been interested in any gladiators since I’d be here. He seemed intrigued though, so why don’t you go visit him, and we can forget about me getting fired.”
“I think I will go check on Sam, but Puck, no more whippings without my express permission, do you understand?” Puck nodded, and managed to hold off on smirking until Kurt had turned to go back inside.
**
Kurt entered the small room used to treat injuries and found Rachel lightly rubbing some ointment on Sam’s back while he lay across a table. Kurt was glad to see that Sam’s back wasn’t bad at all, as Puck had said, though surely it hurt like hell. Kurt could tell that Sam was nude except for a sheet covering his lower half, with the swell of his ass just barely peeking out from under the sheet.
Rachel turned and stood when she saw Kurt enter. “Hello Kurt, are you feeling ill? Do you need anything?” Rachel saying Kurt’s name drew Sam’s attention and he turned to look at Kurt with an unreadable expression on his face.
“I just wanted to check in on your patient, make sure everything was ok. How is he?”
Rachel’s look conveyed a million questions, but she managed not to ask them and instead responded to Kurt. “He’ll be fine. Nothing worrisome, I was just putting on some ointment for the pain and then he’ll just need to rest for a day or two.”
“So he just needs the ointment?” Rachel nodded. “Very well, why don’t you go ahead and head home. I can help Sam.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary Kurt, you don’t need to offer that.”
“It wasn’t an offer. Go home.” Rachel paused in confusion, but eventually gathered her things and left, handing Kurt the ointment on the way out.
Sam had turned his head back away from Kurt while he had talked to Rachel and was now looking down at the floor. Kurt sat down where Rachel had been and began to apply the ointment. Sam’s back was warm to the touch and Kurt could feel Sam’s muscles just under the skin. Kurt tried to control his desire for the other man, but it was proving difficult.
“What happened today that caused this?”
Sam didn’t say anything at first, but eventually responded “Apparently I’m insubordinate.” He didn’t seem interested on expanding on that.
“Well, I know Puck can be extremely tough, but I promise it’s only because he wants you to survive in the arena.” Sam didn’t respond, so Kurt asked another question. “Puck told me you asked about me, about our conversation. What did you want to know?”
“I wanted to know if this was a regular occurrence here. He told me it wasn’t, that you didn’t normally express interest in the gladiators.”
Kurt had rubbed in all the ointment, but didn’t want to stop touching Sam. His hands ventured lower than the wounds, to just above where the sheet lay. “That’s not the way we do things here. And I want you to know that if you aren’t interested, you should just say so and it won’t be held against you.”
“I’ve never, um, been with, another man, but I can’t lie, I couldn’t help but be intrigued at your offer.” Kurt lowered the sheet to uncover the entirety of Sam’s ass. It was as exquisite as Kurt knew it would be, round and firm and perfect, just like the rest of Sam. Kurt massaged each cheek and Sam couldn’t help but moan quietly at the touch.
“So you want this?” Kurt asked as his fingers trailed lightly between Sam’s cheeks, not pressing in but just lightly rubbing.
“Gods, yes,” Sam moaned again at Kurt’s touch and Kurt pulled off the rest of the sheet, revealing Sam’s legs as well as his hardened cock pressed against the table.
“Can you turn over, or would it be too painful?” Sam didn’t say anything but turned himself slowly until he was on his back. He winced a little laying back but seemed ok, otherwise.
Sam’s cock was now shooting straight up in the air and Kurt couldn’t keep his hands off of it. Kurt’s hand still had enough ointment that he was able to stroke it easily and Sam’s hips were soon thrusting upwards in response to Kurt’s ministrations. Kurt’s other hand traced the dips of Sam’s abs and chest, feeling Sam breathing quicken in response.
Kurt couldn’t help but compare Sam’s body to that of the gods he had read about and seen paintings and sculptures of, as he lay there and fell apart under Kurt’s touch. It was if he had stepped straight out of Mount Olympus.
Kurt moved his other hand from Sam’s abs to his balls, caressing them as he continued stroking Sam’s cock, which was now leaking pre-cum. Before long Sam gasped “Kurt” and he was shooting onto his own stomach and Kurt’s hand. Kurt continued stroking him until Sam finished and then wiped himself and Sam off with the sheet.
Sam looked absolutely wrecked by the experience, sweaty and breathing heavily and hair sticking up in all directions, and it was all Kurt could do not to get on top of him and fuck him right there on the table. But he knew Sam was physically exhausted from the day, not to mention still injured, and didn’t want to push him too far.
So he leaned down and whispered, “When you feel healthy enough, let the house servant named Tina know. Then I will call for you.” Then Kurt exited quickly and hoped that he wouldn’t encounter anyone else before he could return to his room.