Mario and Fernando: Fire and Submission

Mario and Fernando: Fire and Submission

Mario is 25 years old and is a filthy slut by the book. One of those who has no shame, who goes from bar to bar looking for cock as if it were his religion. A body worked out in the gym, a protruding ass, a sharp tongue, and a gaze that screams "fuck me until I can't walk". He lives in Madrid, in a tiny apartment in the Chueca neighborhood that smells of sweat, poppers, and dry cum. He has no boyfriend, doesn't want commitment. He just wants his ass ripped apart every night and to wake up with stained sheets.

Fernando is 52 years old and is the complete opposite. Mature, corpulent, with a gray beard and large hands that seem made to grab necks. He works as a lawyer, earns a lot of money, and lives in a penthouse in Salamanca. Divorced years ago, without children, without ties. He came out of the closet late, at 45, and since then he has made up for lost time by fucking young men like Mario. He has experience, knows what he's doing, and above all, knows how to break a passive until he's left in tatters.

They met on Xtudr. Mario uploaded a photo of his open ass with his fingers inside and the message: "Looking for a man to tear me in two". Fernando replied with a photo of his hard cock, thick as a soda can, and wrote: "Come to my house tonight. Don't bring anything, you have everything you need here".

Mario arrived at ten at night. Fernando opened the door with jeans and no shirt, showing his hairy torso and slightly pronounced belly. There were no greetings, no conversation. As soon as the door closed, Fernando grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the wall.

"Take off your clothes, pig," he ordered with a deep voice.

Mario obeyed without hesitation. He took off his tight t-shirt, his sweatpants, his sneakers. In less than twenty seconds, he was completely naked, trembling with anticipation.

Fernando inspected him like cattle. He pinched his nipples hard until Mario groaned in pain. He grabbed his ass with both hands and opened it, spitting directly into his hole.

"This is mine tonight," Fernando said. "You're going to do everything I tell you. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Mario replied, his cock already hard as a rock.

Fernando took him to the living room. He had prepared a low glass table with poppers, lubricant, condoms, and a black leather harness. Without saying a word, he put the harness on Mario, adjusting it tightly around his chest and waist, leaving his ass exposed.

"On your knees," he ordered.

Mario knelt down. Fernando pulled down his pants and took out his cock. It was thick, veiny, with a shiny glans. He brought it close to Mario's face and rubbed the tip over his lips.

"Suck it. And you'd better do it well."

Mario opened his mouth and took it all in until his throat. The smell of sweat and masculinity drove him crazy. Fernando grabbed his head with both hands and st...