Chapter X – The new toy as merchandise to other masters

Weeks passed that felt like months. Time, inside that country house, had lost any ordinary measure.

Gustavo became the main toy as soon as Vince began to need longer recoveries after the hardest sessions. Sánchez did not hesitate for a moment to make the change. He lent him out regularly, with the same naturalness with which someone rents out a tool that works well. Sometimes he handed him over to a single man for a whole weekend, on another property, with clear and cold instructions: do not leave permanent marks that could not be hidden with clothes, do not damage the throat in a way that would prevent him from speaking afterwards, return him able to kneel without help.

Other times several men used him in a single night, in the basement of the country house, one after another, with barely any pauses between them. Gustavo learned not to try to count how many there were. He only registered the change of hands, of rhythm, of the way they grabbed him.

He also learned to travel in the trunk of Sánchez's car. The space was small, dark and smelled of rubber and metal. He had to get in on his own feet, place himself in the exact position they had indicated—usually fetal, on his side, with his knees tucked in—and remain in absolute silence throughout the journey.

He always wore the collar on and a thick plug inside, big enough to remind him with every bump in the road that he was still open and available. Sometimes the journey lasted less than an hour. Other times, much longer. His body would go numb, his back would hurt, but he was not allowed to change position or make noise.

When the trunk opened, the light hit his eyes and the voice of Sánchez, or of whoever received him, told him to get out and kneel on the ground.

In each place the ritual was similar and increasingly natural for him. First the detailed inspection: they opened his mouth, checked his teeth, spread his buttocks, touched the recent marks, checked his muscle tone.

Then came the prolonged use. It could last hours or be spread over two or three days. They tied him up, whipped him, penetrated him, forced him to suck, left him in forced positions while the others drank or talked. At the end the obligatory gratitude always came. He had to say "thank you, sir" or "thank you for using me" with whatever voice he had left, even if it was hoarse or broken.

Sánchez was almost always present. When he could not be, he left precise instructions by message and demanded a report afterwards. Gustavo no longer asked why they lent him out or to whom. The question had gone out. He only obeyed. His body had become accustomed to pain in an almost addictive way: there came a point where the absence of stimulus generated a strange restlessness in him, as if his nervous system needed that intensity to feel anchored.

His mind, for its part, had become accustomed to deciding nothing. Existing as a useful and available object had beco...