The Master's Farm — Episode 11: Caesar's Truth

Miguel woke up with his body aching and his mind foggy. The first thing he felt was movement. He was in a pickup truck.

He opened his eyes slowly. He recognized the roof of the vehicle. The smell of leather and dirt. It was César’s truck.

He sat up slowly and looked out the window. They were on a dirt road surrounded by dense trees. They had been driving for quite a while.

César was at the wheel, serious, his jaw clenched. He clearly looked upset.

Miguel realized something: they had been far away. Very far. The dungeon was not on the farm. It was in a completely different place.

“How are you?” César asked without turning to look at him, his voice rough.

Miguel did not answer. He felt a knot in his throat. Tears began to fall on their own, silently. He pulled his knees to his chest and covered his face with his legs.

César looked at him out of the corner of his eye. His expression hardened.

“Enough,” he said dryly.

Miguel tried to stop. He wiped his tears quickly and looked up, meeting his eyes.

César turned toward him for a moment, without letting go of the wheel.

“Why did you stay?”

Miguel blinked, confused.

César gripped the steering wheel hard.

“I… I really thought you were stronger.”

Those words hurt him more than any physical punishment. Miguel felt something break inside him.

“I didn’t… I didn’t want to…” he began to say, but the words got stuck.

César waited in silence.

Miguel took a deep breath and began to speak. He told him everything. How the Master took him to the dungeon. How he used him. How his body responded. How they showed him the white contract and the black one. And how, in the middle of the arousal, he signed the black one without thinking.

“And then… then I said something about Zero,” Miguel confessed in a broken voice. “I don’t know why I said it. It just came out. I was so lost I didn’t think. And the Master… got furious.”

César slammed on the brakes.

SCREEEECH

The truck stopped in the middle of the road, kicking up dust.

Miguel lurched against the seatbelt, frightened.

César was staring at him. Surprised. And in his eyes there was pain.

Miguel feared he had fucked everything up again. But César was not angry.

He was devastated.

A tear rolled down his cheek. Then another. He wiped them away quickly with the back of his hand.

“What do you know about Zero?” he asked in a trembling voice.

Miguel swallowed.

“Not much. Only what the cows and the Master told me. That he was his favorite cow. That he had a huge ass. That he enjoyed being used. That he was rebellious. And that in the end they punished him with the donkey and after that the Master didn’t see him the same way anymore. They said now he i...