I Sell My Dad 1

Completely naked, lying on his stomach, in the center of the marital bed, with his wrists tied together to the headboard and his legs spread and tied to the bedposts, Efraín waits in silence, he has a ball gag that has made him drool so much that the area of the mattress under his head is soaked.

Despite being fifty years old, he has a thick head of hair that he dyes light brown, he is a white man with a very thick mustache.

He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his muscular back is hairy below the neck and in the dorsal area. His buttocks are well-haired, fleshy, and very raised, long... and his legs are thin although they have very well-marked thighs and calves.

Yurem enters his room tired and turns on the light, takes off the jacket he is wearing and throws it to the floor, unbuttons his shirt and throws it next to the bed, away from the jacket he took off a few minutes ago. The sleeveless undershirt he wears under his shirt exposes his large arms and broad chest, the result of his hours in the gym.

The 25-year-old young man sits on the bed in the space between Efraín's legs, neither looks at him nor greets him, Efraín remains silent although he breathes a bit agitated.

He checks his cell phone and answers some messages, looks for a position where Efraín's buttocks can be seen a bit more as a scenario for his face and arms, which he flexes for the camera of his cell phone, takes the photo, and uploads it to his Instagram.

He takes a few minutes to think about some text and listens to a couple of songs to accompany his story.

When he finishes, he puts his cell phone on the furniture in front of his bed and turns to lie on top of Efraín, his pelvis with the gabardine pants still on is stuck to the buttocks of the naked man.

-Did you miss me, puppy?- he asks, putting his head on Efraín's and caressing his back and buttocks roughly

-Woof- Efraín responds through the ball gag, closes his eyes perhaps so as not to feel Yurem's hands running over his body, despite being so young, his hands are large and strong, Efraín still can't get used to being touched by a man

It's been two months since Efraín has been living this new life, he doesn't know how he got to that house, he doesn't know how he was locked up, when he woke up he was in the same room, in the same bed, tied up hand and foot and with a tape covering his mouth.

He opened his eyes at noon, after one of his usual nights of partying. It took him a while to understand what was happening, it was a bed he didn't know and in front of him was that boy wearing a short and his usual white sleeveless shirts.

-Good morning, sleepyhead- he said in a friendly tone, using a silly tone as if he were talking to a child, I'm so glad you're awake, I was eager to start- how do you feel?

When he ripped off the tape, pulling on Efraín's mustache, Efraín unleashed a stream of profani...