The Master's Farm — Episode 12: The Void

César walked toward the main house with heavy steps. Each footfall on the dirt sounded like a dull thud. He climbed the wooden porch steps and took out his phone.

He dialed Daniel’s number.

He waited.

The tone rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

No one answered.

Daniel was sitting in his leather chair, leaning back, with a lit cigar between his fingers. The smoke rose slowly, blurring into the dimness of the room.

He stared ahead.

His face was an empty mask. Eyes fixed. Jaw tense.

The phone vibrated on the table beside him, but he did not turn to look at it.

He only smoked.

And remembered.

Years Earlier — The Bar

The music pounded against the walls of the bar. Colored lights spun across the dance floor. The place was full of men sweating, drinking, looking for something or someone.

And in the middle of all of them was Ángel.

He danced with his eyes closed, moving his hips with a hypnotic rhythm. His tight shirt clung to his slim torso. His huge ass bounced with every movement, drawing the attention of everyone who passed by.

He was high. Not much, but enough to lose himself in the music.

Several men surrounded him, getting too close. One of them, a big aggressive guy, grabbed him by the waist from behind, pressing him against himself.

Ángel tried to push him away, laughing nervously.

“Alright, man, easy…”

But the guy did not let go. He slipped his hand between Ángel’s ass cheeks, squeezing them hard.

“Come with me, baby. I’m gonna make you feel good.”

Ángel shoved him, frightened.

“Let me go, asshole!”

The guy yanked him harder.

And then a huge hand grabbed the guy by the shoulder and spun him around violently.

Daniel.

He punched him straight in the jaw.

The guy fell to the floor.

The music kept playing, but several people turned to look. Daniel looked down at him with contempt.

“Get out.”

The guy got up, staggering, and ran out.

Daniel turned to Ángel, who stared at him in surprise, still trembling.

“Are you okay?”

Ángel nodded, breathing hard.

“Yeah… thanks.”

Daniel looked him up and down. His eyes stopped on that huge ass that stood out even under the tight jeans.

He smiled faintly.

“What’s your name?”

“Ángel.”

“I’m Daniel.”

He held out his hand.

Ángel took it.

And that was how it all began.

First Night — Daniel’s House

They ended up at Daniel’s house that same night. Ángel was nervous but excited. He had never moved so fast with someone.

But there was something about Daniel. Something that drew him in.

Daniel kissed him against the wall as soon as they shut...