The Fate of Martín (Part XIV)

The master's program was intense and demanding, and that was satisfying for him, as it freed him from his anxieties and pains, keeping him occupied and his mind busy during idle hours that made him wander and question.

The master's program also allowed a couple of women to approach him and share coffee and lunch with them, but he never allowed himself to advance in those relationships. He had made the decision not to do so, to maintain a period of time as long as possible without any relationship.

Work, study, gym, and photography: these were the components that gave meaning to his life. That's what he wanted, but at night, the images, memories, and experiences of José Tomás came back, what he had felt, what he had done to him. He shuddered, it was true, but he remembered it with such vivid sensation that he touched himself and masturbated, wanting to relive that moment.

It was strange, almost perverse. He longed for the pain, humiliation, and submission. In his life, he had experienced humiliation, contempt, and betrayal, and he wanted to overcome it in his real life, but in his intimacy, he desired it.

At night, he had dreams and woke up sweating with those images of pain and lust. He couldn't deny it: he wanted to relive it, but it scared him.

He wanted to see José Tomás again, but the words he had said the last time were clear and definitive. Nevertheless, he dared to call him, but there was no response in the two attempts. He didn't insist.

But one Wednesday, when he was leaving work, around 7:00 pm, he saw him sitting on the bench located at the exit of the church, just next to the old warehouse where his offices were.

Martín walked, entranced, towards where José Tomás was sitting, drinking a coffee, looking carefree at what was happening around him.

He approached and greeted him:

- Hello, nice to see you.

- Hello, you surprised me. I was waiting for you. An hour sitting here and two coffees while waiting - replied José Tomás.

- Did you come to see me?

- Obviously, or were the two calls a mistake?

- No, I called you, but I didn't insist, so as not to bother you.

- I couldn't answer because I was busy, and when I was finally free, it was too late, and I was in another activity, and I decided it was better to come and talk to you in person.

- Thank you for coming.

- Better let's get out of here, I'm cold. I left the car nearby. Let's go get something to drink somewhere - said José Tomás.

They finally found a bar and shared a beer and some snacks while conversing.

- What made you call me? What do you want to tell me?

- I've thought about it a lot, I assure you, and I don't want to stop seeing you. I can't express it very well, but you produce a very powerful sensation in me, you attract me, I want you to do with me what you did that night, submit me to your will.