The best penance

From that moment on, things couldn't help but get complicated. I had it clear from then on. The fact that he tried to threaten me for his safety I could understand, but the thing about the patio was a sign that I should be very careful with him.

Fernando had suggested that we exchange mobile numbers. I pretended I hadn't heard.

"Ah, well. I'll pass on Víctor's number to Esteban," he said, "and he'll give you a call or send you a message," he concluded, addressing me.

My mobile rang. Unknown number. I didn't answer. And within a minute, several WhatsApp messages followed.

"Hello, Víctor. I'm Esteban Aranda"

"Sorry to bother you"

"I think Father Fernando forgot to warn you. He told me to message you. I have a couple of quotes that he urgently needs to see."

"Are you in the neighborhood?"

I reviewed the messages a couple of times. There were errors due to haste. But some missing letters jumped out at me.

I'm at El Molino, a bar near the church, I replied.

Give me 5 minutes. I'm close.

How much of a rush is this with those papers? I regretted it immediately, but I felt a small movement in my cock inside my underwear. It excited me, but it also made me feel guilty and vulnerable.

Would you fuck him again despite putting yourself in danger? Don't you see that he's plotting something? He's capable of anything to have you by the balls and make sure you don't open your mouth. And what if he records you talking about the garage?

He arrived dressed in a tracksuit, and his package was more noticeable as he walked. He smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and sweat; attractive, with a three-day beard and sunglasses on his head. He went on about the papers he had brought.

"Listen, is it really that urgent for Fernando that I bring all this tomorrow, Sunday?" I asked him in a good tone. He looked at me with a complicit smile.

"You're a guy with a lot of vice, but you're smart enough to know that you'll consider it very convenient to accept a deal I'm thinking of proposing to you."

"All I'm saying is that since Fernando introduced us, the only thing I was sure of was that you were going to screw me. One way or another."

"Don't get dramatic, dude. Let me talk, damn it. Your... or rather, our secret is safe and sound," he clarified.

"No matter what happens, you have me in your hands, and I ended up swallowing, at least let me tell you, Mr. Aranda..."

"You'll end up swallowing..." - a little laugh escaped him. "I admit that you think of me whatever you want. It's normal, kiddo. But I assure you that you'll end up thanking me" - he made a slight pause. "One more time, just one more time. At my pharmacy. As you can imagine, there are plenty of condoms, haha. After tasting your little mouth, I wonder how you do it from behind. What do you say?"

I smiled bitterly, but I couldn't help but ...