How my stepfather and his son started using me when I was 20 years old.

My stepfather's response was as follows: "Of course, my son Gaspar will be your King, but it will depend exclusively on you to earn the magic." The phrase hurt me like a necessary wound, especially because of the strong tone of his voice. I didn't understand anything at the moment, what the phrase said and meant, or maybe I understood everything. I was happily confused, I was like knowing that finally, what I always wanted was being fully given, to be a slave, but also, a great plus, an unexpected gain. Those who would dominate me would be two, the father and his twenty-five-year-old son. And something more, they quickly gave me a phrase that, with more time, I would eventually understand, after analyzing it rigorously.

The time it took for Gaspar to arrive, I spent alone, because Horacio, after imposing those words on me, went out to buy cigarettes and didn't return (until the opportune moment).

Gaspar arrived, and when I opened the door, I was surprised by his physical beauty, but even more because his eyes shone twice as bright as his father's, Horacio, my stepfather. After the "hello, who are you," he entered with decision, sat down in the large armchair, and stretching with that wild freedom of someone who knows they are dominant... asked me to serve him a beer, or rather, knew how to demand it from me. And I obeyed, humbled a little, quite happy, and above all, with great hope for greater humiliation and happiness. It would come, faster than I myself dreamed, in just a few minutes after the beer, that unforgettable and long-dreamed-of moment arrived, fulfilled in excess.

I received the pleasure and pain united, I knew who I would be from then on.