Saul looked at Stefano's naked body and remained still for a few moments. Then he looked at his father nervously.

"Check him out, bastard," Vergara said to him, "he's yours."

"What do I check?" the boy asked, timidly touching Stefano's biceps.

"Make sure he's in good condition, that he doesn't have any marks, that he looks complete, does he have all his teeth?" Vergara asked, smiling, pleased to see his son converted into a Master.

"Open your mouth," Saul ordered, and Stefano obeyed, with his hands behind his back. Saul looked at his perfect dentition, the result of years of orthodontic treatments. Vergara grew a bit impatient and approached the slave, feeling his back - he didn't have any marks, hadn't he been flogged?

Stefano smiled to himself… the floggings had been a daily occurrence.

"I have to put this on you so you don't get any marks," Stefano had said to him the afternoon he first penetrated him, showing him an unmarked bottle with a liquid.

A son would have asked what it was, but Stefano began to understand that his rights were limited, and he remained silent.

Guillermo realized that the slave's silence meant he couldn't give an answer - "well, let's do it right then," he said, indicating that he should lie down on the bed.

Stefano lay down on his stomach, and Mendoza tied his wrists to the headboard. He spread his feet and tied them to a broom handle, pouring the contents of the bottle onto the boy's back.

A intense burning sensation ran through his back, buttocks, and the back of his thighs. Stefano pressed his lips together at the painful sensation.

Guillermo caressed the boy's body with his hands, spreading the liquid with a natural scent... the burning didn't subside, it became more intense, and the gentle breeze in the room made him feel like his back was full of wounds, even though it wasn't. Guillermo kept him in that position for a long time and then released him to turn over.

The oil burned strongly on his chest and thighs when he applied it to the front, this time Stefano could see that his skin was reddened but didn't have open wounds, so he endured the uncomfortable burning sensation with greater calmness.

When he finished massaging him and allowed the oil to seep into his skin, he took him to the basement, where there was an old mattress on the floor next to a concrete column with a chain attached to it. He tied the chain to Stefano's ankle and gave him a kiss on the forehead - "rest, slave," he said before leaving and turning off the light behind him.

Despite the discomfort and cold of his new bedroom, Stefano fell into a deep sleep.

At 5:00 AM, his father entered the basement and woke him up with gentle kicks on his buttocks.

Stefano opened his eyes; his body was oily, and he felt dirty. His cock was hard and erect, Stefano looked at it, noticing the Prince Albert piercing on t...