THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 4 - THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL

THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL

Three months had passed since that first weekend of fishing, and Juan no longer remembered what it was like to be a free person. His life had become a mechanical routine: work, obedience to Pedro, lies to his family, and the constant weight of guilt crushing his chest.

Pedro had perfected his control system. He no longer settled for midday visits. Now Juan had to go early in the morning before work, sometimes at lunchtime, and frequently at night when he invented excuses to leave his house.

"Your performance is improving," Pedro told him one Tuesday morning as Juan got dressed after giving him a twenty-minute blowjob. "But you still lack practice in some things."

"What things, Master?"

"I want you to learn to come just by having your ass grabbed. Without touching your cock."

Juan felt a knot in his stomach. "I don't know if I can do that, Master."

"You will be able to. And until you learn, you won't come in any way."

Pedro smiled. "We start today. From now on, you won't touch your cock for anything. Not to masturbate, not even to pee. You'll pee sitting down like a woman."

"What if my wife notices?"

"That's your problem. You have to be more careful."

Juan nodded, knowing he had no choice. The last few months had taught him that resisting only made things worse.

That same afternoon, Pedro called him at work. "Come to my house now."

"Master, I'm in an important meeting..."

"I don't care about your meeting. Come now."

Juan excused himself from the meeting, inventing a family emergency, and rushed to Pedro's house.

When he arrived, Pedro was waiting for him with another man. Juan froze in the doorway.

"Juan, this is Marcelo," Pedro said casually. "A friend of mine."

Marcelo was a larger man than Pedro, about forty years old, with the appearance of a construction worker. He had a smile that Juan didn't like at all.

"Is that your whore?" Marcelo asked Pedro, looking Juan up and down.

"Yes, that's him. What do you think?"

"He's okay. He looks submissive."

Juan felt his blood run cold. "Master, what's going on?"

"Marcelo wants to meet you. Take off your clothes."

"Here? In front of him?"

Pedro slapped him in front of Marcelo. "How many times do I have to explain that you don't question me?"

Juan undressed with trembling hands while the two men watched him.

"Not bad," Marcelo commented. "Does he suck well?"

"He's very obedient," Pedro replied. "Juan, kneel down and suck Marcelo's cock."

"No, Master. Please."

Pedro grabbed Juan's hair and forced him to kneel. "Do what I tell you."

Marcelo pulled down his pants, revealing a cock even larger than Pedro's.

"Come on, whore. I don't have all day," Marcelo said.

Juan looked at Pedro pleadingly, but on...