It all started when I began looking at the masters in the province of Cadiz on the tuamo page. I'm from Madrid, but I go there often because I like the area. I was checking out several profiles, but one caught my attention because, in his interests, he said he wasn't looking for sex, just morbo. I wasn't looking for sex either. I had never had a master before, and I wanted to try this scene without being penetrated or having to give blowjobs. Just morbo, since I consider myself active. A bit strange, I know, but that's how I see myself and that's what I am.

I sent him a message saying I wasn't from his area, but I went there often, and if he wanted, I could be his slave, since his profile and photos with police pants and a baton turned me on. I thought he wouldn't respond, but he did, saying that if I wanted to be used, I should let him know when I was in the area. From that moment on, we exchanged MSN messages and talked. Not as often as I would have liked, since each time it gave me more morbo and I got hard just seeing that he had connected.

I had planned to go to Cadiz soon and told him so. After a month of talking on Messenger, I decided to go on some vacation days I had. This time allowed us to share our fantasies and what we would like to do if we ever met.

Finally, the moment arrived. I was staying in a hotel several kilometers from where he lived, but that didn't matter. Before, at the hotel, I received an email from him with some instructions to follow for our meeting. The instructions said I should wear as little clothing as possible, flip-flops, shorts, briefs, and a t-shirt. I should go to a certain street near the port, park my car, and look for a large cargo van with a specific license plate number. But first, I had to go into a bar and have a couple of beers. I didn't understand this, but I did it without question. I walked for a while and saw a van with the indicated license plate, but I wasn't expecting it to be so big. It was about two meters high. The instructions indicated that the rear doors would be open, and I should enter. That's what I did. I tried to open the doors, and they opened. I entered and closed the doors from the inside. It was very spacious, and with the light coming in through the door windows, I started looking at what was inside. The first thing I saw was a mattress on the floor and, next to it, a bag and some black Asics shoes that turned me on. I had told my master before that it was a brand that gave me morbo because, whenever I saw someone wearing them on the street, it was always a good-looking guy. I didn't see anything else, just a kind of ring on the ceiling, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I thought it was for loading cargo into the van. I didn't know what to do. It occurred to me to look inside the bag, and there I found some handcuffs, ankle cuffs, and a large handkerchief. There was also a note that said: I want you to take off your t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flo...