At the Fnac 2

We left the Fnac and took the metro at Callao toward my house. The car was crowded and the brat pressed up against me, rubbing our bulges while he whispered in my ear that he was dying for me to do whatever I wanted with him. Then he stuck his tongue in my ear. I gave him a small shove to push him away and told him that from that very moment he'd better not do anything on his own except obey my orders. When we got off at my stop I ordered him to follow two steps behind me and he did. We reached my building entrance, I opened the elevator door, and when he tried to get in with me I told him he hadn't earned that right yet and that he should go up the stairs to the eighth floor, that my front door would be ajar, and that he was to strip as soon as he came in and close it. When he arrived panting and I had him naked in the entryway, I realized he had a ripped, muscular body on which his small penis went unnoticed—despite already being very hard, it couldn't have been even 10 centimeters. I began giving orders:
"I'm about to piss myself again. You know what you have to do…."

He knelt, lowered my fly, and took my cock into his mouth, drinking thirstily. When he had completely emptied my bladder, I demanded that he follow me on all fours to the living room. There I took off my belt and whipped his pretty, tight ass with relish. Then I grabbed his balls hard, making him let out a little yelp, and I spat on his asshole, shoving three fingers into him without any ceremony, causing him to start moaning as I rapidly slid them in and out. When I got tired I told him not to even think about moving and whipped him another twenty or thirty times, then immediately stripped and rammed my already dripping member into him in one go. I fucked him for over ten minutes while pulling his hair, and when I was about to come I pulled out and sat on the sofa, savoring the moment.

"Get up, and to your left is the kitchen. Bring me a beer from the fridge, whore."

"Whatever you ask, my lord."

Seconds later he was back. I took the can and took a sip.

"On all fours again in front of me. I need a footrest while I smoke a cigarette."

He obeyed, and I kept him there until I finished first the cigarette and then the beer.

"I'm about to piss myself again. When you've drunk it all, I want you to keep sucking until you make me cum."

"Mmmmm, I'm longing for it, my lord."

Seconds before I shot my cum, I grabbed his head hard to unload deep in his throat, forcing him to swallow it all at once. Then I let him go.

"Clean my cock well, because I'm not done with you yet."

To be continued…