THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 10 - THE ESTABLISHED ROUTINE

THE CONSOLIDATED ROUTINE

Six months had passed since Juan's life had changed forever. Six months since his family had abandoned him, eight months since Pedro had taken total control of his existence. What had started as a series of casual encounters had transformed into a complex, intense, and completely dependent relationship on Juan's part.

Juan woke up that morning like every day: naked, with the chastity cage tightening his penis. Pedro was sleeping next to him, had spent the night at his house, something that happened one or two times a week. Juan no longer surprised himself by finding Pedro there when he arrived from work, or waking up with him in the bed he had once shared with his ex-wife.

"Good morning," Pedro murmured, still half asleep.

"Good morning, Pedro," Juan responded automatically.

Pedro no longer demanded that Juan call him "Master". After months of total domination, it was no longer necessary. Juan had completely internalized his role as a subordinate. Pedro knew that Juan respected him, obeyed him, needed him. Words no longer mattered when reality was so evident.

Juan got out of bed and automatically went to prepare breakfast. His body, completely shaved and marked by the activities of the previous night, moved with the efficiency of someone who knew his routine perfectly.

Pedro stayed in bed for a few more minutes, watching him. Juan had become exactly what he had imagined: a man completely molded to his tastes and needs. There was no resistance, no complaints, no questions. Only perfect obedience.

When Pedro finally got up, Juan already had the coffee ready and the toast on the table.

"How did you sleep?" Pedro asked, caressing Juan's back while he served breakfast.

"Well. I like it when you stay."

It was true. Despite everything, Juan had developed a genuine emotional dependence on Pedro. It wasn't just fear or submission. It was something deeper, a need.

Pedro sat down to eat while Juan finished serving.

"Do you have a lot of work today?" Pedro asked casually.

"Not much. The March project is almost finished."

"Perfect. Then you can leave early and have everything ready for when I arrive."

"What time are you coming?"

"Around six, I think."

Juan nodded. He knew exactly what that meant: Pedro would want sex, food, and probably a bit of conversation before deciding whether to stay and sleep again.

The routine had become natural for both of them. Pedro had total access to Juan's house, came and went as he pleased, used his things as if they were his own. Juan had learned to live according to Pedro's schedules and whims.

When Pedro left for work, Juan showered, shaved his body carefully (something he did every three days, except for his arms, so as not to draw too much attention when wearing short sleeves), got dressed, and left for his office.