How my stepfather and his son started using me when I was twenty.

When he finishes his beer, Gaspar reclines on the armchair and lifts and stretches his legs, placing them on a chair, to be more precise, on the back of the chair. He looks at me and orders me to take off his sneakers. My behavior is very strange, the external part, but even stranger are my emotions and feelings. Externally, I only comply with the greatest precision and speed, in total silence. Inside, a mixture of fear and excitement. I don't know if I should say a strong excitement due to the fear I felt, or a strong fear due to the excitement, but something like that was happening and it was growing.

Then, while I carefully removed his black and white sneakers, Gaspar began a long monologue, warning me that I had to listen to him attentively and only speak when he asked me to. After explaining this to me with great calmness and in a very low voice, he ended in a strong, decisive, and threatening tone, saying, "Have you understood and are you willing to obey, or do I need to clarify something?" I simply replied, "Yes."

There, he asked me to lick his feet without looking at him, and to continue doing so while listening to him. I was surprised by how quickly I obeyed, with what constancy I continued to obey, and with what satisfaction I began to feel humiliated.

While listening to his words, which were being etched into my memory like a hot iron branding an animal, I licked his feet with voracity and dedication, putting my tongue between them, achieving the perfect cleanliness and caress of them, while I absorbed the dirt. Like that, and more, and better, licking and licking Gaspar's feet, who was talking, knowing that this is my destiny, without thinking of any other possible outcome, it's this or nothing. Period.

There, Gaspar tells me that I'm behaving as I should and will have to continue behaving. Therefore, he's going to reward me by breaking my ass, and he tells me something that clarifies why he knew so much about me. The bitch, my mother, had given my diary, written from the age of fifteen to nineteen, to his father, Horacio. Horacio and his son Gaspar read it together. Gaspar tells me that they decided together, with his father, what my destiny would be... and that I would fulfill it by being what I was born to be, a good slave whore, for both of them. After this revelation, I started to feel an overwhelming excitement, a strong anger towards my mother for betraying me, and at the same time, an unlimited admiration for Gaspar, who was telling me everything. That's why I took it, crying silently, when, with my legs open and reclined on the armchair, I received the thrust of Gaspar's cock, his dick, which opened my ass like his words opened my mind.