The Fate of Martín (Part XV)

Martín had a routine of work, study, and gym, and once a month, a photography workshop. He didn't go out to eat or attend social events. He called his parents once a week. Everything he earned was to pay off debts and save. He ate at a cafeteria for public officials near his work.

He was surprised by what he spent when he was with Magdalena and what he was paying now. He had consolidated all his debts into one credit and he had little left to pay. He had gotten used to his small and austere apartment. His only investments had been a new 38-inch TV, a slightly more modern laptop, and plants. Many plants. He loved and cared for them with great attention.

Nothing was left of his old life. Now he wore cheaper clothes, had forgotten his old consumer habits, but not his style or good taste. That never changed. The persistence of training (4 times a week) had paid off.

The only person he kept in touch with from his old social circle was Magdalena's cousin, who frequently invited him to have coffee. He rarely accepted, but when he did, he found out about his ex-wife's dramas and that she still didn't accept his distance, but Martín no longer cared.

She was the one who best detected the changes in Martín:

- You're doing very well, in every sense - she said, to add - you're still handsome, but you're more attractive and you've lost that hint of bitterness from the last times we talked.

Do you really think so?

- Yes, you were always very attractive, but you exuded anger and were in a bad mood. Now you're not.

- Thank you - replied Martín, gratified.

And it was true. And that change had a name. José Tomás had become indispensable to Martín.

Martín called him when he needed him, discreetly, when he left the gym, after his classes at the university.

He called and waited for him to answer. If he didn't respond, he had to wait for the response. If there wasn't one, he became anxious and sad, but he knew he couldn't insist. Those were the rules that José Tomás had indicated.

If he responded, there was a silence of a few seconds and Martín had to speak:

Good afternoon, Sir. How are you?

José Tomás usually responded briefly and then Martín made the request:

- Sir, I need to see you, can you receive me, please, Sir?

And José Tomás indicated the time he could go to his apartment. Nothing more.

Martín went prepared and mentally prepared, didn't discuss anything, accepted everything, and gave himself entirely.

José Tomás is tough and demanding, but also affectionate. He never subjected him to situations that he knew his submissive couldn't handle. But each time he tolerated more, slowly breaking his limits.

That pleased both of them. For Martín, it was addictive. He fulfilled his role from the beginning. He knocked on the door, it opened, and immediately he knelt and walked to wher...