We had already been on vacation in Barcelona with my girlfriend for a couple of days, in a central apartment, which is always more comfortable than a hotel because you have a kitchen and they tend to be more spacious.

The first two days had been fantastic, and we still had five more days to complete the week. Fun, tourism, and going out at night, too much even, because by the third day we woke up at ten in the morning.

Or rather, I woke up. The night had ended with a morbid fantasy between my girlfriend and me, and I remember the image of her waking up still with her hands handcuffed to the top of the bed, naked and blindfolded.

"Did you sleep well handcuffed?" I said with a smile.

She laughed and told me she was going to get revenge.

"Then I won't remove the handcuffs," I teased.

I got dressed and told her I was going down to the corner store to buy bread for lunch. I had to be quick, because I only had to cross the street to the sidewalk across, but that day, unlike the previous two, there was a line of twelve people waiting to pay. I had hoped to find an empty store, but the result was that I got stuck at the end of the crowd and lost fifteen minutes.

Three more minutes were lost at a traffic light that seemed to never change, and I hadn't gone to the bathroom since the night before. Thinking that it was just a matter of two minutes had led to a strong urge to urinate, and I couldn't wait to go back up to the apartment. I entered the lobby, since it was an aparthotel, and went to the bathrooms, following the right-hand corridor. At the closed door, I found a tall, thin man with a good back and very pleasant, who was from maintenance, and he kindly indicated that the bathrooms were out of service.

"What a day," I sighed.

I asked him if there was a nearby bathroom, and he told me yes, that in the basement below, next to his maintenance workshop.

I went down, and he guided me. It was just a bathroom, one meter by two, with a faucet and a toilet. I started to urinate, and just as my first stream came out, he approached me from behind and told me:

"Don't move. Don't remove your hands from where they are. Don't hide your cock. Obey and be quiet, do you understand?"

After a moment of surprise, I told him yes, that I would do what he said, but that he shouldn't hurt me. I told him that I didn't have any money, that I had only gone down to buy a loaf of bread.

"Be quiet, I told you," he whispered in a dominant and perverse tone - "and open your mouth."

Just a couple of seconds after doing so, a ball with a strap appeared with his hand on the right side of my head, he put it in front of my lips, and pushed it as far as possible into my mouth, then closed the buckle tightly behind my neck. I couldn't get it out.

"Mmmppphfff mmmmpffffo fffaffffooo" - I begged, sobbing.

At that moment, already gagged, there were st...