The couple V

Juanjo was devastated. After seeing that his partner had decided to become Nacho’s slave and not stay with him, it had been a huge blow. So he decided to go spend some time in London; his sister lived there, and he needed to think and rebuild his life.

After a few weeks in London, he had decided he would sell the apartment, give Javi his share, and move to another city. He had no problems with work, since due to a back problem he was retired and received a good pension.

One day, walking through London, he passed in front of the pub where they had seen that Master-and-slave couple who had led Javi to become a slave. It was nine at night. He went in and saw quite a few people gathered around two people. When he got closer, there were the Master and his slave. The latter was naked, tied to a column, with a line of people waiting to fuck him.

Juanjo approached the slave and looked at him with a face full of rage. Because of him, he had lost the great love of his life.

Then he heard a voice behind him:

“Do you want to fuck him?”

When Juanjo turned around, he saw the Master. A 45-year-old guy, bald, with a very long gray beard.

“No,” Juanjo said, and he was about to leave when the Master said to him:

“You’re new around here and my little whore needs new cocks. I’m sure you’ve got a good cock,” he said, grabbing his cock and balls.

Juanjo took a step back.

“What are you doing?” Juanjo said to him.

The Master came closer, grabbed his head, and kissed him deeply. At first Juanjo resisted, but then he let himself go. The Master lowered his hand to his cock and stroked it. Juanjo began to get hard. The Master unbuttoned his trousers, pulled them down, and did the same with his briefs. His cock was rock hard.

“You’ve got a good cock,” the Master said to him.

He grabbed his slave, pushed aside the one who was fucking him, and positioned his slave’s ass for him. Juanjo grabbed him by the waist and slid his cock into him. The slave let out a little cry, and Juanjo began to fuck him hard while spanking his ass. In those moments, the only thing he felt was rage. He wanted to destroy that slave’s ass, but he couldn’t, because he soon came inside his ass.

“The party’s over,” said the Master. “Whore, get dressed. I’m going to have a drink with this guy.”

He grabbed Juanjo and, once he got dressed, led him to the bar.

“What do you drink?”

“A beer.”

“Give me two beers. Well, three—my slave will be thirsty.”

“Wow, I thought you wouldn’t care what your slave needs.”

“Precisely. A good Master looks after his slave.”

Juanjo laughed and said to him:

“The Master only looks after himself.”

“Are you a Master?”

“No,” Juanjo answered.

“Then how do you know?”

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