New life in Madrid - 4

Chapter 4: Complete Transformation

Álex woke up on the thin mattress on the floor. It was Saturday. 10:00 in the morning. His body was sore from the punishment of the previous day. The marks of the whip, the rod, and the shovel covered his ass in purple and red tones. His nipples were burning where the needle pins had been stuck.

Sergio was still sleeping in the bed. On Saturdays, he got up later.

At 11:00, his Master woke up. Without saying a word, he turned towards the edge of the bed. Álex already knew what was coming.

He knelt beside the bed, opened his mouth.

The stream of morning urine filled his mouth. More concentrated, more bitter than ever. He swallowed quickly, the hot liquid going down his throat. It no longer disgusted him. It was his ritual.

"Good morning, pig. Prepare my breakfast. Coffee, toast, juice. And hurry up."

"Yes, Master."

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Álex went to the kitchen completely naked. While preparing the coffee and toast, Sergio appeared in the kitchen also naked, with an apple in his hand and a lit cigarette.

He took a bite of the apple. Chewed. But didn't swallow.

He spat out the chewed piece directly onto the kitchen floor.

Another bite. Another spit.

Then he shook the cigarette ash over the pieces of chewed apple.

Álex watched him without understanding.

Sergio cleared his throat and spat out a thick phlegm on top of the pile. Then he extinguished the cigarette, crushing the butt into the disgusting mixture on the floor.

"There's your breakfast, slave."

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Sergio sat down at the table and started eating calmly. Álex remained staring at the floor.

"What are you waiting for? Clean up. And eat. With your tongue. Everything."

Álex knelt down. Looked at the repulsive mixture: pieces of chewed apple, soaked in his Master's saliva, covered in gray ash, with the thick phlegm on top and the cigarette butt as a cherry.

He approached his face. Stuck out his tongue.

Started licking.

The taste was indescribable. Sweet from the apple mixed with the bitterness of the ash, the viscous texture of the phlegm, the burnt paper of the cigarette butt. All soaked in his Master's saliva.

And as he licked, he realized something disturbing.

He was grateful.

Grateful for being able to clean up the crap that his Master threw on the floor. Grateful for being used in this way. Grateful for having a purpose.

What the hell was happening to him?

He finished licking everything. The floor was clean, shiny with his saliva. He got up slightly, looking at his Master eating.

"Master... may I ask for permission for something?"

Sergio looked at him with curiosity.

"Speak."

"May I... may I kiss your feet? Suck them?"

Sergio smiled with satisfaction. The transformation was worki...