I Sell My Dad 4

Very well groomed, with a gray Oxford suit, a black tie, and a white shirt, with his mustache well trimmed and his beard shaved; Efraín is standing, with his hands tied behind his back and his ankles bound to a one-meter tube that forces him to keep his legs open.

Yurem starts a transmission on an account of a page of exhibition and pornography. He is disguised as Robin Hood with a green hood over his head and a mask that barely covers his face. His legs are well toned under the green lycra tights and he wears a small brown brief.

"Welcome to the trial of my slave," says Yurem smiling, "tonight you yourselves will judge whether this man, my property, can still be considered a man or not."

Behind the camera that transmits, there is a huge screen where Efraín can be seen clearly exposed. He looks with horror at the number of users connecting to the video conference, although it advances and descends constantly, the number is consistently increasing.

"Very well, slave," he says smiling, "today is a decisive day, if the public thinks you are a man and you deserve to be free, not only will I set you free, but I will also let you do with me what you want... but if the public thinks you don't deserve to be a free man, then you will live at my service forever."

Efraín says nothing, lowering his gaze trying to hide his face.

"Tell us, slave, are you married?" Efraín remains silent, Yurem presses a device that Efraín has attached to his balls under his pants and that gives him a slight electric shock.

"Yes, sir, I am married," Efraín responds agitated and reluctantly.

"How many women have you confessed to having slept with besides your wife?" Yurem asks.

"With 17 women, sir," Efraín responds immediately, fearing another shock to his genitals.

"Gentlemen, does it seem to you that it is manly to cheat on your wife?" The chat on the platform is activated, some simple responses and others very long reproach Efraín's attitude.

"You have lost your jacket, slave," Yurem says, cutting Efraín's jacket in half from behind, leaving it to fall in two parts to his elbows, Efraín remains in his shirt.

"Do you recognize that once you had sex with a transvestite knowing he was a transvestite and after coming inside him you insulted him?" Yurem asks, playing with scissors in the air.

"Yes," Efraín responds, the chat continues active with opinions, some even deviating from the topic, Yurem does not read what they write, but Efraín reads each one of them and feels anger and humiliation from reading what they think about his life.

Yurem cuts Efraín's shirt by the sleeves and then tears it off, throwing the buttons to the floor. Efraín's hairy chest is exposed. Efraín lowers his gaze.

"I suppose that although you cheated on your wife with men and women, at least you treated her well and were courteous to her," Efraín raises his ...