I sacrifice myself for a friend

The elevator went up slowly, as if it wanted to give Álvaro time to regret his decision. Diego didn't speak; he just looked at the floor, moving his leg nonstop. When the doors opened, a long and silent hallway received them. The walls were painted a soulless beige, and in the background, a black door with a shiny peephole seemed to observe them before they arrived.

Diego knocked twice, briefly. The Moor opened the door with a half-smile, as if he knew exactly what was about to happen. He was only wearing a gray tank top and white briefs, which stood out against his dark and hairy legs.

The floor smelled of humidity and something stronger, like old leather. Few lights were on: just a floor lamp next to a black leather sofa and a window covered by heavy curtains. There were no photos, no plants, nothing to soften the atmosphere; everything was designed to make whoever entered feel like they weren't in their own home. The Moor accompanied the boys to the bedroom.

"Diego told me you're different from the others. That you're not easily scared," the Moor said.

"Maybe," Álvaro replied, leaning forward. "But that doesn't mean I like being played with."

A dense silence filled the room. Diego swallowed. The Moor slowly turned his head towards him.

"Why don't you leave us alone for a moment?" It wasn't a suggestion.

Diego hesitated, looked at Álvaro, and Álvaro returned a quick glance that said "relax."

The bedroom door closed, and Álvaro was left alone facing the man.

The Moor approached Álvaro until his package brushed against Álvaro's abdomen. Álvaro felt the man's warm member. With a quick movement, the Moor grabbed Álvaro by the neck, took him to the wall, and put him with his back to the Moor. Álvaro was mentally prepared. It wouldn't be the first time he had sex with someone he detested; the hard part was being able to relax. He just wanted it to be over quickly.

He unbuttoned his pants himself and let them fall, showing his sports boxers. The message was clear: he wouldn't resist. He was there, ready.

The Moor loved how easily Álvaro put himself at his disposal. He liked submissive guys who obeyed his desires. But he wouldn't give Álvaro what he wanted so quickly. Without taking off his briefs, the Moor played with Álvaro's buttocks, rubbing his member up and down until it hardened like a rock. He pulled down Álvaro's boxers, leaving his hairy ass exposed.

"I don't like butts with so much hair; next time, you'll shave it well," the Moor growled.

"If you don't like it, don't fuck me."

"Okay, kid. I'll keep going with Diego. That kid still has a lot to learn. He knows how to treat my friends well."

Those words filled Álvaro with anger. He pulled up his pants and turned around.

"You're a disgusting pig."

"Relax, wild one. Your friend will stay like that until I tell him to. But don't wo...