THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 24 - WEEKEND PART 5

THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 24 - WEEKEND PART 5

... continuation of the previous story

—Well, Juan, looks like we're spending tonight together —said Martín, putting his cock back inside his pants.

Juan remained kneeling, waiting for instructions. The taste of Pedro's semen still coated his palate.

—But first take a shower and rinse your mouth well —Martín continued—. I don't want to taste Pedro's cum when I use you.

—Yes, Martín.

Juan stood up with stiff movements. His knees hurt from being on the floor so long. He walked to the bathroom without looking back.

—Thanks, Pedro —Martín said from the armchair—. I'm having a great time tonight.

—You're welcome. —Pedro smiled with that grimace he made when something genuinely amused him—Take it as payment for the consultation and lodging.

Martín burst out laughing.

—You're a son of a bitch.

—I'm going to sleep, I'm beat. Don't break him too much.

—I'll be a gentleman.

—Yeah, sure.

Martín was left alone in the living room, with the murmur of the shower in the background.

He looked around. Empty glasses, the full ashtray, the TV still on with some late-night show. A normal weekend night, except that in his bathroom there was an adult man showering so he could later serve as a sex toy.

He got up from the armchair and walked to his bedroom. He took off his shirt, pants, sneakers. He stayed only in black boxers and threw himself on the bed, grabbing his phone to screw around for a while while he waited. He scrolled Instagram without really seeing anything. His head was elsewhere. On what had just happened. On what was about to happen.

He still hadn't finished processing the situation. It had been a little over three months since he learned Pedro and Juan's secret, since that day Pedro had told him everything. At first he thought it was a joke, but then Pedro proved it to him and invited him to participate.

The first time had been a disaster. Martín had gotten nervous, aggressive, had hit Juan more than necessary. He had felt guilty for days. But also excited. Terribly excited.

Tonight had been different. More relaxed. Almost... normal.

Knocks on the bedroom door.

—Come in —Martín said without looking up from his phone.

The door opened and Juan entered. He was clean, still damp from the shower, as naked as he had been almost all night. The chastity cage gleamed under the bedside lamp.

Martín put the phone aside and propped himself up on his elbows to look at him better.

—Stay there —he ordered—. Put your hands on your head. I want to look at you in that position for a while.

Juan obeyed. He crossed his hands behind his neck and stood still, feet slightly apart, gaze down.

Martín studied him calmly. He had to admit Juan's body was impressive. Slim but toned, without an oun...