Cafeteria 3

The next day I woke up with my body still sensitive and marked by the previous night. My ass hurt in a delicious way, and every time I moved I remembered how Alejandro had fucked me mercilessly. I sent him a message midmorning, my voice still hoarse from moaning so much.

**Marco:** Last night was brutal. Shall we do it again today?

His reply was dry and direct:

**Alejandro:** 9:00 p.m. at my place. Don’t be late. And don’t come all day. I want you to arrive desperate.

I spent my shift at the café with my cock half-hard constantly. Every customer who came in reminded me of his hairy chest, his deep voice giving orders. I closed exactly on time, showered with hot water, put on cologne, and chose clothes that were easy to take off. I drove to his penthouse with my heart pounding and my crotch throbbing.

I rang the bell at exactly nine. Alejandro opened the door. He was wearing only dark gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low, outlining the thick bulge of his cock and revealing the line of black hair running down from his navel. His broad, hairy torso was bare. But his gaze had changed completely. There was no warmth anymore; only pure, cold dominance.

“Come in,” he ordered without greeting me.

I entered the living room and found another man there. Tall, dark-haired, muscular, with a neatly trimmed short beard and a body full of defined muscles. He was sitting on the sofa wearing only tight black boxers, drinking a glass of whisky. He looked at me as if I were an object.

“This is Víctor,” Alejandro said. “A friend who shares my same tastes. Today we’re both going to use you. And you’re going to obey everything we tell you. Is that clear?”

I swallowed. Alejandro’s change in attitude was total. From passionate lover he had become a demanding master. That made my cock completely hard instantly.

“Yes,” I replied in a low voice.

“Undress. Now,” Alejandro ordered.

I took off all my clothes in front of them, left completely naked and exposed. Their gazes traveled over my body without shame. Alejandro came closer, grabbed me hard by the hair, and forced me to kneel in the middle of the living-room rug.

“First you’re going to drink what we give you,” he announced.

Both Alejandro and Víctor stood in front of me and pulled down their clothes. Their cocks hung heavy and semi-hard. Alejandro was first. He aimed his thick cock at my chest and released a hot, golden stream of urine. The liquid burned slightly as it fell over my skin, running down my abs and my cock. Then he raised the stream and pissed directly on my face. I opened my mouth by instinct and swallowed some of his salty, bitter piss. Víctor joined in right away. His urine was stronger and more abundant. They pissed on me together, covering my torso, face, hair, and legs. The hot puddle spread beneath my knees. I felt humiliated, complete...