Good afternoon readers, first of all, thank you for your comments and private messages, I didn't expect it to generate so much interest. First, I enjoyed a similar situation with a colleague in confinement and a submissive we caught, so I'm adding personal details but it's not my story, although I'll continue ahead if you ask me to and it's okay with you, mixing my experience with a colleague and a bit of fiction.

Some of you also ask me if I'm Aitor...

I identify with both protagonists, my mind is Aitor's but due to my friendship with the person it happened with, I identify more with Marcos.

It had been barely 50 minutes when I suddenly woke up with a strong pressure on my chest that wouldn't let me breathe. Something was choking me. Was I suffocating in my dreams? I was between dazed and sleepy but the pain in my chest and the lack of air made me react. I half-opened my eyes when I realized that Aitor, the one who had just fucked my ass like a beast and had managed to make me cum with the thrusts of his cock, was sitting on my chest and kept my mouth open with his hard and thick cock inside. I felt how my saliva mixed with the taste of his cock and his pre-cum was flowing down my throat without being able to help it, directly into my stomach. I was swallowing large amounts of saliva mixed with his juices. When the thrust was very strong, it came out in bursts and wet my cheeks up to my ears. I was making a puddle of drool on the mattress, on either side of my head. I felt literally stuffed with cock. I wanted to get away, but when he realized it, he smiled with a brute face, sweating like an animal, and grabbed me firmly by the head, keeping it in the exact position for his cock to enter without resistance. He pressed his knees against my arms, causing a strange sensation of numbness in my elbows and forearms. In a very low and quiet voice, he whispered -Shhhh, be quiet, don't make noise, Marcos is sleeping and I don't want to wake him up. Relax, I'm finishing. I want you to swallow all my cum- he said. He looked at me with eyes of lust, red and sweating. He panted deeply. His sweat drops fell on my chest and impregnated me with his particular smell and reached my neck. I understood why they called him "the bull". -Boy, what a mouth you have, hold on a little longer. Before, you didn't let me cum in your mouth- he said while grabbing my head to make me swallow all his cock. He snorted like a beast. Was I dreaming or was it possible that this bastard wanted to fill my mouth with cum just because I hadn't let him before? I heard the deep breathing of his friend, who slept peacefully unaware of what was happening.

The room was dark and the porn on the computer illuminated and cast shadows around us, on the ceiling and walls, and Aitor seemed bigger than he was. He must dedicate at least half of the day to doing sports, because he was a huge guy, with tremendous legs and very developed muscles. Next to them, I se...