Number 1/2

The problem is that I don't have a place...

-I don't either.

At that moment, I thought it would all end. As always. Boring.

A day passed, and a notification arrived. My heart was racing.

-I know a master who does, but it's on the outskirts.

-I'll adapt. The only thing I ask is to see a photo of him out of curiosity.

After a while, he sent me another message with just a photo of the host's cock.

I was excited by how short and simple his messages were, as if I were something insignificant to him. That's how he kept me for a few days, wanting to see a notification confirming the date for the meeting. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Imagining a thousand scenarios.

My cock would harden quickly, leaving my underwear soaked with pre-cum. I decided not to touch myself until he arrived and let me do it.

At home, alone, naked, I would act out what I thought the meeting would be like. Bondage, flogging... I would pretend I was being fucked.

As the wait became long, I took several photos in poses that I thought would please them and sent them. I intended to shorten the wait, calm down the heat. With a belt, I innocently tied my feet and hands with a piece of rope behind my back. Lying on the floor, I imagined what those two would do to me.

-Look what he sent me. He won't stop, buddy. I've got him hooked. I'll share the images with you.-He continued writing- He's a bit green, that's true. But I think with training and giving him a bit of a hard time, we can have a good time. The son of a bitch doesn't know what's waiting for him. Ha ha ha.

The photos were the basis for what those two masters planned for the session they would have the following weekend.

-If you don't mind, I'll come pick you up in the van, and we'll get going soon since it's very far.

-Ok

That day arrived. I prepared my backpack, showered thoroughly, and went down to where we had agreed to meet.

The van was like a delivery van. Spacious. It seemed new since it shone and was clean.

I got in on the passenger side, and with a natural but dry tone, he said:

-Where are you going?

Surprised, I looked at him, and I liked his features and ordinary face; I'd say he was even kind. Something posh. Still, I was paralyzed. I couldn't answer. He pointed with his thumb.

-You're going in the back; that's your place.

I opened the sliding door, and inside, there were no passenger seats. I sat on the wheel well, on the body of the van, and held onto some straps similar to those on buses, intended for that purpose.

I hesitated for a few seconds, thinking about whether I should get out of there and leave, as it might not be good for me with that stranger, like a movie argument. But something attracted me to continue with the situation, after all, I was a submissive cocksucker.

We arrived at a typical house ...