The Scholar 6

Pablo had a terrible night, tossing and turning in bed trying to sleep without succeeding… at night he went from fever to desperation, and from desperation to anger. "Why the hell do I have to obey this bastard?" he repeated to himself over and over, but he didn't dare to remove the cage… not even trying to masturbate through it… in some way, Ismael's mind had him subdued all night.

"Good morning, Don Pablo," Ismael greets him, smiling, standing up, waiting for him as every morning in the small waiting room outside his office.

Pablo opens the door without greeting him, and when Ismael enters behind him, he undresses without saying a word, he's angry but also hot. He puts his hands on the desk and waits in a bad mood for Ismael to inspect him.

Ismael removes his belt and passes it around Pablo's thighs, pulling it tight, and Pablo brings his legs together until they're well stuck.

"Hold the belt, Don Pablo," Ismael says, giving him the loose end, Pablo holds it tight, squeezing his legs. Ismael opens Pablo's buttocks with both hands and puts his tongue in his ass.

"I hate you, bastard," Pablo says, moaning, "you're playing with my brain."

"It's so you'll give it to me, Don Pablo," Ismael says, giving him a slap on the buttocks, "I want you to only think of me."

"You succeeded last night," Pablo confesses, breathing agitated, while Pablo moistens his ass, pulling his buttocks outward, squeezing them, and slapping them.

Ismael doesn't say anything, "Ahhhh," Pablo exclaims, breaking the silence, "take me now, please," he begs.

"You haven't understood anything," Ismael says, biting one of his buttocks, "you don't tell me what to do… I command and you obey… I decide." Pablo remains silent, Ismael puts his tongue inside Pablo's anus, and Pablo shudders, "Ahhhhh," he exclaims, arching his back more and pushing his buttocks back to offer himself to Ismael's mouth.

"What am I to you? Your bitch?" Pablo asks, excited, with his breathing cut off.

"My slave," Ismael responds, "it's more than a bitch, it's mine… your body belongs to me, and your mind too…" when he puts his tongue back in, Pablo moans with pleasure.

"Do you like being my slave?" Ismael asks, his face inside Pablo's buttocks.

"Yes… a lot," Pablo responds in a low voice, "a lot, Master."

Ismael gets up and takes out a pink vibrator from his backpack, "Very well, slave," Ismael says, "I'm going to leave you a reminder so you'll remember your Master all day."

"Thank you, Master," Pablo howls while Ismael slowly inserts the vibrator after lubricating it. The object slowly disappears between Pablo's buttocks, and since he has his legs together, the sensation is more intense. Soon the object remains inside Pablo's anus, and only a small pink antenna comes out.

Ismael takes his cell phone, "Now we're going to be connected all day," he says, touc...