Two slaves in Madrid 5

Josh was still lying on the floor breathing with difficulty through his nose since Marco’s boxers were still in his mouth. I sat on his chest, staring at him, and asked if he was tired, to which he answered no by shaking his head from side to side.

“Mmmm, you’re not disappointing me at all, motherfucker, I think you and I are going to have a great time from now on,” I told him, slowly pulling at the underwear to free his mouth. “Do you want me to keep using you, slut?”

“Of course, my master,” he answered after taking a huge gulp of air. “I am completely yours if you finally decide that you want me to be your slave 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I made it very clear to you in our first messages and I assure you I’m not lying. It’s what I’m looking for. To have no will, to be completely your property…”

I kept looking at him in silence for a long time and when I was about to answer he said in a very soft voice:

“As if I deserve to be yours…”

I kept looking him in the eyes for a few more seconds and spat right into one of his eyes, then got up and sat on the couch.

“The truth is that for now you’re earning it, slut, hopefully you keep it up,” I muttered, lighting a cigarette. “Come on, bring a couple of beers from the fridge, you’ve made me curious to know more things about you, let’s keep talking…”

The Englishman got up instantly and before leaving the living room he smiled at me with an energetic “thank you, sir,” then came back with the cans, standing in front of me to ask where to put them. I took one and ordered him to sit on the floor, telling him the other was for him, that he could drink it.

“Thank you, master,” he answered, obeying. I noticed that his cock was still somewhat hard and that made mine stiffen again instantly. I brought the cigarette to his mouth and he took a small drag, releasing the smoke quickly.

“I see there’s no way for this to rest,” I said, placing my foot on it and making it turn rock-hard instantly. He looked at me embarrassed and apologized.

“I’m very sorry, master, my cock sometimes has a mind of its own, and the more I enjoy serving a master the more independently it behaves. For me it is a problem, honestly, I hope it isn’t for you,” he practically begged, making puppy-dog eyes as he took a sip from his can.

“Hahaha,” I laughed while I kept smoking, tapping his big cock with my foot, noticing that a little pre-cum was beginning to come out of it. “Relax, it’s not a problem. In my slaves, hard cocks turn me on just as much as soft ones, maybe the hard ones a little more because I enjoy not letting them come more,” I told him, laughing again as I stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray. “I didn’t think you were about to come when you were fucking the brat... in fact, I don’t think I’d seen it drool until just now, am I wrong, slav...