The Companion (Part V)

That moment was an epiphany for Facundo. It was the confirmation that something had changed definitively in him. The person who touched his chest and shoulders, then his face and caressed his hair, had transformed him. He struggled to control himself. He knew he couldn't take the initiative, in anything, that it was always Juan Bernardo who had to do it.

He had followed the woman's advice: "study the client well: some will give you the initiative; others will reserve it for themselves. Don't try to be smart. There are days when you'll have control, others when you'll have to give it up." That applied at all times. Facundo had discovered from the first moment that Juan Bernardo was the one in control, always and in every moment.

The boss and client spent a long time caressing and touching Facundo's torso and face. He felt great pleasure in doing so, the skin was soft and smooth, and the pectorals were marked, and the nipples were hard and erect, a product of the young companion's excitement. He ratified everything he thought about him: that he was what he was looking for: handsome, intelligent, complacent, athletic, hairless, and young.

"Prepare a dry martini for me," he said, "and one for you."

Facundo got up and went to the closet in the hallway that led to the dining room, which housed a wine cellar and a bar. He prepared them and returned to the living room.

"Sit down next to me," Juan Bernardo said. Facundo obeyed, and he brought him close and hugged him, drawing his head towards his chest, while caressing him.

They stayed like that, in silence, for many minutes, while Juan Bernardo consumed his drink. Facundo held his in his hand, but he couldn't drink it, because the position prevented him from doing so. Juan Bernardo noticed and released him, and then he could drink it. As he drank, Juan Bernardo continued touching his nipples: he felt a special fixation on them, and from caresses, he moved on to squeezing, stretching, and twisting them.

Facundo was very excited, but contained. He didn't want to rush. He shouldn't do it. He didn't have control.

When they finished drinking, Juan Bernardo told him to stay and that they would talk tomorrow.

Facundo obeyed, picked up the glasses, the clothes, and went up to his bedroom. He was very excited and only managed to calm down by masturbating. He waited for a long time for Juan Bernardo to enter the room for other acts, but nothing happened, and he fell asleep.

He woke up early that day, showered, and waited for Juan Bernardo to tell him what the plan was for that Saturday. He was in shorts and a sweatshirt and waited to go for a run, but nothing happened. After a while, his boss appeared and told him:

"Accompany me to the terrace." "Dress in casual but not sports attire."

When they arrived at the terrace, he said:

"While I have breakfast, do exercises, without the sweatshirt. I want to...