THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 2

THE SUNDAY OF DOMINATION

Juan took another long swig of beer, trying to calm down, but his cock remained hard as a rock. Pedro's conversation had been clear: this wasn't over yet. And for some reason he didn't understand, his body seemed to agree.

"Well, brother," Pedro said, reclining comfortably in his chair, completely relaxed after having come in Juan's mouth. "First of all, I want you to know that what happened wasn't a coincidence."

"What do you mean?" Juan asked, his voice still hoarse.

"I knew you were going to react like that. I've known you for over twenty years, Juan. I know how you are."

"You don't know anything about how I am."

Pedro laughed. "Oh, don't I? Then why are you still hard after what happened? If you really didn't like it, you should be soft by now."

Juan looked down. It was true. He was still completely erect, and that confused and embarrassed him at the same time.

"That doesn't mean anything," he muttered.

"Juan, you just sucked my cock like a pro for the first time. You swallowed all my cum without protesting too much. And you're still hard. That means everything."

Juan shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "It was just the situation."

"The situation? What situation? The one where you're naked with your best friend?"

"Yes."

"Well, you're going to be in that 'situation' for a long time."

Pedro got up and approached Juan. His cock, which had started to go down, began to harden again at the sight of Juan's persistent erection.

"Touch yourself," Pedro ordered.

"What?"

"Touch your cock. I want to see."

"No, Pedro."

"Juan, you just had my cock in your mouth. Don't play hard to get now."

Juan hesitated, but finally brought his hand to his crotch and started to masturbate slowly.

"That's good. You see? You like being watched."

It was true. Pedro's gaze excited him even more, and that disturbed him deeply.

"Faster," Pedro said.

Juan obeyed, increasing the pace.

"That's very good, brother. You like obeying me, don't you?"

Juan didn't respond, but he didn't stop either.

"Answer me, Juan. Do you like obeying me?"

"I don't know," he murmured.

"Yes, you do. You get excited when I tell you what to do."

Pedro approached closer and put a hand on Juan's shoulder. "Stop."

Juan stopped masturbating immediately.

"Good. Now I see how this works."

"What works?"

"You need someone to tell you what to do, Juan. You've always been like that, but you never realized it."

Pedro moved his foot fingers near Juan's face. "Smell my feet."

"Pedro..."

"Smell them."

Juan leaned in and smelled Pedro's feet. The smell was strong, masculine, and for some reason, he didn't dislike it.

"Do you like my smell?"

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