The Couple II

Since the first time Juanjo had acted as master, a month had already passed, and he noticed that Javi was happier. Acting as a slave was what Javi liked most. Every day he came out of his cage, made Juanjo breakfast, and always waited for him on his knees. When Juanjo finished, he pissed in a bowl and Javi drank his piss. Then he soaped Juanjo and helped him get dressed. Sometimes, if there was time, Juanjo let him give him a blowjob. He would go off to work, and Javi would tidy the house, get dressed in the clothes his Master had left him, and go to work. The same ritual happened at lunch and dinner, with slaps and spankings if he didn’t do it well.

Nevertheless, Juanjo was not comfortable with his role as Master. He would have liked to return to the relationship they had before, but he knew that would lead to the end of the couple. So he had to continue with his role and even become harsher each time, or Javi would end up leaving.

One day, Javi was in the kitchen washing the dishes from lunch when Juanjo came in. Javi quickly got down on his knees. His master said to him:

“Tonight there’s a concert by the pianist Frederic. You know I like him a lot, so I bought tickets for both of us. It’s at nine. We’ll leave home around eight. I’ll leave your clothes ready.”

Juanjo left. Javi hated that pianist; he didn’t like him at all. Before, he would have told him he wasn’t going. Now he had no choice.

The time came and Javi put on a jockstrap Juanjo had left him, a black shirt, and jeans, and they went to the concert. It was about to begin when Juanjo said to him:

“Go to the bathroom, get into the first empty stall, undress, and wait for me there. Send me a WhatsApp so I know which one you’re in.”

Javi was astonished, but without complaining he went, got into a bathroom stall, took off his clothes, got on his knees, and sent him the WhatsApp.

In five minutes, Juanjo came in, took out his cock, and started pissing on him. The piss fell over his hair, his mouth, his chest. He was soaked.

“Now get dressed and go home.”

Juanjo left. Javi got dressed while completely wet and went home. When he reached the elevator, he only prayed that no neighbor would appear and smell the piss on him. Just as he was about to enter the elevator, his neighbor Nacho appeared. A 50-year-old doctor, tall, handsome, muscular. Javi had always liked him. Seeing him made him turn completely red. He would smell it, and what would he think of him?

“Hi, Javi. Going up?”

Javi nodded. He entered and they pressed the fourth and fifth floors. Javi lived on the fourth and Nacho on the fifth. They were silent, and then Nacho said:

“I’ve always liked the smell of my piss on my slaves.”

Javi turned completely red. Nacho looked at him and said:

“I didn’t know you were a slave.”