I'm going to continue with the story of "Imported Slaves" on Mondays, and I will share this story on Tuesdays. I'm going to explore with another type of character; I hope you enjoy it.

Pablo was just as Rubén had seen him in his photos, a very handsome twenty-one-year-old blonde boy, with thin golden hair, a sharp nose and protruding chin, deep green eyes, and a few freckles on his face. He was wearing a loose shirt that disguised his small but toned pectorals and shorts that revealed his well-formed, hairy, and solid legs—athlete's legs.

His companion was much more attractive than him, a man almost in his thirties, with a day-old full beard, deep blue eyes, a large nose, and dark, curly, messy hair. He couldn't hide his large chest in his fitted shirt that clung to his sharp hips, tucked into pants that perfectly outlined his big butt and strong legs.

But Rubén wasn't there to admire those two muscular Adonises; his situation was delicate.

A few months earlier, he had pretended to be an 18-year-old and had asked Pablo for some nudes, which he later posted on his famous Twitter account. Pablo had reacted with fury, and his cousin Alain—the blue-eyed bull who accompanied him—had suggested suing Rubén. Rubén was on the verge of jail, but Pablo had taken "pity" on him and decided to meet with him to reach an arrangement.

Rubén thought they would beat him up, but the meeting was in a crowded place in the city, so he didn't know what to expect.

Just seeing them arrive and sit down without greeting him filled Rubén with shame, and he lowered his face. Pablo studied him with an authoritative gaze, spreading his legs in an alpha male attitude, while Alain was more severe and sat next to Rubén to intimidate him.

"He's really fat, dude," Pablo said to Alain in a conversation that clearly excluded Rubén.

"Well, it's trendy to have piggies as pets," Alain replied without taking his eyes off Rubén, who was starting to feel uncomfortable but didn't raise his gaze.

"But I want him as a slave, not as a pet," Pablo responded disdainfully.

Rubén lifted his gaze and tried to say something.

"Did I tell you to raise your gaze, pig?" Rubén lowered his head again, losing his sight in his chubby, hairy hands on the table. "At least it's three years for what you did, you fucking pervert."

"Please, I can pay you whatever you want. I've already deleted the photos," Rubén said, showing honest remorse.

"You're screwed, man," Pablo replied. "I'm sure there are tons of faggots who jerk off to my photo every day because of you."

"But my cousin isn't trash like you," Alain said. "We're going to offer you a deal. You get to choose your punishment: three years as my cousin's slave in his house, or the time that the judge gives you in prison."

"I have to take care of my mom," Rubén pleaded with tearful eyes, clearly distressed.