Several weeks in no man's land. My young master got a job outside of Málaga. The agreement between us was clear, there were no commitments or obligations, and each had full freedom to be with whomever they wanted.

Up to this point, everything seemed very nice but with an important difference: he is a young master and submissives come to him every day; I am a mature slave and although muscular and with few limits, the price of my actions does not sell as much (hehe, I never cash them, quite the opposite).

The masters? Some very far away, others were just warming up and never put the car in gear; in the end, everything remains heated without moving from the spot.

Bored, tired, and very hot, one morning I searched a well-known website for a cashmaster that fit the physique and attitude that turned me on that day. I quickly found one that fulfilled almost all of my fantasies. Without hesitation, I called to schedule an appointment; the type of deal and the fetishes I liked, I didn't want to waste time since in this case, time is gold and tribute was essential. After getting a commitment to behave, I took the necessary enema and got in the car to meet that stranger.

We had agreed to meet at the entrance of his residence, and the concierge was aware of his affairs and helped his friends while he came down to get them.

I arrived at the indicated place. Indeed, there was a concierge, middle-aged, painting the railing of the staircase and wearing a work jumpsuit with paint stains of all colors, evidently very used and rarely washed. His hair was somewhat gray, shaved, and with a couple of days' worth of beard; that ass and those muscles that were hinted at under his work clothes set the bar a little high in terms of my expectations with Ander (my date). I am optimistic; I thought that at least, even if my occasional master's physique wasn't as hot, after giving me a couple of slaps, I would calm down and focus on serving him.

What I least expected was that surprises would come one after another, without everything being planned, and that Alice in Wonderland was a Russian coffee maker compared to everything that was going to happen to me.

The concierge smiled at me and approached:

- Hello, can I help you with something? (damn, if he only knew how many things!!)

-- I have a date with a friend, he'll be down for me, thanks.

- Yes, Ander warned me that someone would come and to keep him waiting while he came down. You can sit in that chair; I don't think he'll be long.

He smiled strangely, turned around, and continued painting. I couldn't stop staring at him; every time he bent down, he showcased an incredible ass, not to mention that back and those shoulders that were hinted at under that blue jumpsuit. Just guessing, I could almost see his feet in those work boots. Working inside, he was sweating profusely, and it must have been bothering him because now and ...