The Polish Dog (2)

Julio was attractive, much more than that. Kacper had not exaggerated. In person, he seemed irresistible to Javier. A male who, with just one look, reminded one of their place and what they were for. It wasn't hard to imagine himself licking his feet or receiving his spit, insults, and blows, or being fucked after humiliating himself.

"Tell me. What is it that you've done and that makes you feel such guilt that you need punishment? I'm going to start thinking very badly of you..." Julio ironized without disguising his curiosity.

Javi's shame began to pass as he noticed Julio's interest. His member started to make itself known under his slip.

"I know it sounds like... but I wish I could feel at peace, pay for something I've done."

"And to think that I believed I hadn't seen everything yet..." Julio said to himself. Then he asked, "Has that abnormal person told you what his master subjects him to?"

"Very little, seriously. And as for you, nothing, I swear. Only that his master ordered him to serve you. He's very discreet."

"How did you meet?" Julio continued.

"We met at a bar," Javier felt the beer going down to his stomach and a slight dizziness. "He saw me looking at a brochure about a BDSM party and came over to chat."

"Whose idea was it for you to contact me?"

"Kacper is very... rigorous, I don't know how to explain it," Javi continued, trying to untangle everything. "When I told him what I had done and what I needed, he said he knew the right master. And it was you."

"But... why not his own master? Why not him being... how was it...? Ah, yes! The executioner's arm," Julio pronounced with affected theatricality.

"His master has forbidden him... I don't know, many things, so many..." Javier stopped. "He told me that his master would suspect him, that he would notice something like that."

"Turn around. Look, he's coming back," Julio referred to the waiter from before. And Javier turned his head then. "Have you taken a closer look?"

Javier looked at him discreetly, while he cleared the service from the adjacent table. He observed his ass, tight under the uniform pants, and his strong thighs, his broad back from the shoulders, and, when he turned around, his face.

"What do you think?" Julio boasted.

Javier smiled and remained silent in front of that male with a cocky attitude who was sitting in front of him.

"Are you aware of the level I'm used to?" Julio seemed to be growing more and more, and a glint appeared in his eye. "You can't imagine the endurance this waiter has and how well he looks at my feet."

And Javier got an erection without remedy. His cock grew and pressed, imagining the waiter at Julio's feet.

"I told you I had a date later"

"Yes, it's true. If you want, you can leave..."

"Shhhhh," Julio told him to be quiet. "Look, one of the things I don't allow is bei...