The first day of your new life-2

First of all, thank you for the warm reception this first story has had. Here I leave you with the continuation of the story of Carlos and Bosco. I hope you like it as much as, or even more than, the previous one, and I look forward to continuing to read your comments. I’m also open to hearing from you privately.

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“Good morning, Carlos, welcome to the first day of your new life”...

My eyes opened wide, my body tensed up. It wasn’t just the situation, which was certainly new to me, it was also the fact that he knew my name. I certainly didn’t remember having given it to him, or had I? Last night, beyond the fuck with Bosco, I didn’t remember anything.

MMMPF — that pathetic moan was the only thing my gagged mouth managed to say in response to the phrase my former lover and now captor had spoken. Bosco’s reaction was immediate: he laughed in my face, a response that, when I was the dominant one, came naturally to me, laughing at that reaction when they see that I’ve taken away not only their right to move, but also their right to speak to me, making it clear to them that I’m the fucking master, and that, within the limits already agreed upon, I’ll do with them whatever the hell I want.

While this was going through my mind, Bosco stopped laughing, leaving in its place a smile that was a mix of arrogance and satisfaction at having me in that situation. His index finger rested on the tip of my big toe and, with exasperating slowness, began to move upward, tracing my body, like someone touching a piece of clothing or a piece of fruit before buying it. To my surprise, my body responded to the touching. My cock, which had been at rest until then, began to harden, to Bosco’s greater satisfaction. “Shit, shit, fuck, go down,” I repeated to myself mentally, without success.

My captor, as if reading my mind, widened his smile while looking at my eyes, which had an expression of terror at getting hard in that situation. A look and a smile I knew well: the first because it was the one I saw in the guys I had fucked or dominated; the second, the one my lover now had, the same one I had worn so many times, the smile of now I have you where I want you, I can do whatever the hell I want to you, and you won’t be able to stop me.

MMMMMMMPFFFF — that reflection was interrupted by a wave of deep pain. I looked toward Bosco, who had my balls gripped in his right hand, stretching them, while his left hand, open-palmed, struck them rhythmically. My eyes went from fear to fury. Who the fuck did this posh piece of shit think he was to do this to me?

Bosco, from whom every trace of the submission shown last night seemed to have been erased, gave me the smile of a true bastard and, as if he knew exactly where to touch to mess with me, said:

Look at you, last night so cocky and dominant and today here, defenseless, ...