New life in Madrid - 3

Chapter 3: New Rules and Public Humiliations

Alex woke up on the floor, still with the ropes from the previous night cutting off his circulation. Sergio got up and untied him without a word.

"Kneel down. You know what's next."

Alex opened his mouth. The hot stream of morning urine filled his mouth as he desperately swallowed. He was starting to get used to the bitter taste, the humiliating ritual.

When Sergio finished, he looked at him fixedly.

"New rule. No underwear. Ever. No briefs or socks when you go out. And at home, always naked. I don't care if someone comes over, if they ring the doorbell or whatever. In this apartment, you're naked. Got it?"

"Yes, Master."

"Now prepare my breakfast."

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At 9:00, Alex left for the university. Jeans directly on his skin. The fabric rubbing against him constantly. Without underwear, every movement was a reminder. The chastity belt under his pants, visible if someone looked closely. The plug was still in his ass. The sneakers without socks rubbed against his feet.

On the metro, each jolt moved the plug. He was constantly excited, but the metal cage prevented any erection, causing him pain.

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Carlos was waiting for him at the entrance of the faculty.

"Dude, about yesterday..."

Alex turned red.

"Look, you don't have to be ashamed," Carlos continued. "Really. I think it's... I don't know, I like the situation. I respect you. And it turns me on, I won't lie."

"Seriously?"

"Totally. Accept your situation, buddy. You're a slave. That's not bad. It's what you are. And I can help you accept it."

They entered the classroom. During the entire lesson, Carlos asked him questions in a low voice.

"Do you sleep in his bed?"

"No. On the floor of his room."

"Does he fuck you every day?"

"When he wants to."

"Do you always wear the belt?"

"Always. I don't have the key."

"Damn..."

Carlos discreetly touched his crotch. He was turned on.

When the class finished, he grabbed Alex's arm.

"Come with me. To the bathroom. Now."

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In the empty bathroom, Carlos locked the door.

"Get on your knees."

Alex obeyed automatically.

"First, you clean my shoes. With your tongue."

Carlos was wearing white Nike Air Force sneakers. Dirty from the street, with dry mud stains.

Alex started licking. The taste of dirt, of filth. Carlos groaned softly.

"Like that, very good. The soles too."

Alex turned the sneakers over and licked the rubber soles. Black, with shit embedded in the grooves.

"Now my cock. Take it out and suck it."

Carlos pulled down his pants. His cock was completely hard. Alex took it in his mouth, sucking it with devotion.

"Damn, you suck well... Your Master has trained you well...