THE MAN WHO SOUGHT A MASTER IV

Patxus arrived at ten to nine. The rain had let up, but the sky was still closed, thick, a dirty gray. He parked on the sidewalk across the street, grabbed the canvas bag and crossed the street unhurriedly. He had had the key to the house for three weeks. A simple bronze key that Javier had given him one night, without his asking. Patxus used it as if that house were his. Because it was.

He didn't knock. He turned the key and pushed. The hallway smelled of coffee and toast. Marta was in the kitchen, with her back turned, barefoot, wearing a short cream robe that opened as she walked. When she heard the door, she turned. She smiled. That submissive smile she put on when Patxus showed up unannounced.

"Good morning, Master."

"Come."

Marta set down the coffee pot. She came closer. Patxus took her by the nape and kissed her. Hard. He shoved his tongue all the way in. He grabbed her ass with the other hand and pressed her against him. Then he lowered his mouth to her neck. He bit her. Marta moaned.

"And Javier?"

"In the living room, Master. He's reading."

"Bring him to me."

Marta went to get him. Javier appeared with the newspaper in his hand, in jeans and a white T-shirt. When he saw Patxus, he set the newspaper down. He stood there, not knowing what to do with his hands.

"Kneel," Patxus ordered. "At my feet."

Javier knelt on the floor, by the low table. Patxus sat on the sofa, spread his legs and pointed at his fly.

"You're hungry. Eat."

Javier lowered the zipper with his teeth. He took out the cock. It was semi-erect, warm, with that man smell he already knew by heart. He smelled it. He closed his eyes. Then he put it in his mouth. Patxus grabbed his hair and set the pace. Slow. Deep. To the throat. With gagging. Without pause.

Marta, meanwhile, served coffee and toast. She moved around the kitchen with the robe open, showing her tits and pussy every time she turned. Patxus ate. He bit into a piece of toast and chewed slowly, looking at Marta. From time to time he put his hand between her thighs. He brushed her pussy. He slid a finger in. She moaned.

"Don't cum, slut. If you cum, I'll tie you to the radiator and leave you there until tonight."

The morning heated up. Patxus finished his coffee and stood. His cock was hard, shiny with Javier's saliva. He brushed the crumbs off his shirt.

"Upstairs. To the bedroom. I'm going to turn you into what you are."

They went up. Patxus opened the cupboard of things. He took out the collars. The red one with spikes for Marta. The black one for Javier. He took out the plugs. The silver fox tail for Marta. The black bitch tail for Javier. He lubed them with saliva and with Marta's wetness. He put them in without ceremony.

Marta on all fours on the bed. Patxus put the silver plug in her. The tail hung between her ass cheeks, moving. Javier on the floor, as...