The first day of your new life-4

It was 8:50 p.m. and there I was, at the entrance of the Ginos in the Príncipe Pío shopping center, wearing tight chinos, a blue shirt I hadn’t worn in at least a couple of years, with nothing underneath—not because Bosco had asked me to, but because I myself didn’t want to wear anything. I wanted to surprise him, I wanted him to see how devoted I was. That freedom at the front of my body contrasted with the fullness in my rear; I had put in, not without some trouble, the vibrator my master had sent me that very morning.

I saw him arrive, impeccable, in dark blue chinos and a white shirt; it suited him perfectly. He came up to me and gave me a soft kiss while one of his hands slid down until it reached my ass.

Bosco gave me a satisfied smile as he pressed the vibrator’s power button. I could see it connect to his phone, which made my cock start to harden.

“Shall we go in, Carlitos?” my master said calmly, offering me his hand. I accepted it and let Bosco guide me to our table, where we sat facing each other.

They brought us the menu, and while Bosco and I chatted animatedly, I began to feel pulses in my anus. My master looked at me naturally, telling me what he was going to order and what, according to him, I should order. I nodded to everything. Bosco wouldn’t let me concentrate; with every word of his, the vibrator’s power increased, taking me to heaven.

“Carlitos, be good and ask them to serve us. You order; I have to go take a piss.” Bosco was grinning from ear to ear; the bastard must have been enjoying himself immensely.

Obeying my master, I called the waiter. I began ordering our drinks, but I was interrupted by a strong jolt, making me stop to avoid moaning. The intensity dropped for a few moments, but just as I started ordering the dishes, another wave of pleasure flooded my ass. I looked at the waiter, who seemed to be making a superhuman effort not to laugh in my face.

Bosco arrived at the table just as the waiter was leaving. My master then asked me, with feigned innocence, whether I had already ordered, and he acted concerned because, apparently, it looked like my trousers were about to explode and I seemed flushed.

“You’re a bastard,” I said, maybe not as quietly as I thought, because Bosco showed me his phone screen while setting the vibrator to maximum power.

Then I grabbed the table. I was about to fall; my legs were shaking. Bosco wanted me to cum right there, in front of everyone, and he was about to manage it.

“What did you say, Carlitos? That I’m a what? Say it louder, I didn’t hear you properly,” my master said with a complete asshole’s smile, that smile I hated so much and that, at the same time, turned me on like crazy.

“Nooooothing, master, nothing, maaaaster, thaaaat you’re a woooonderful maaaaster,” I answered, dying of shame and even more dying of pleasure. That vibrator was kil...