On Vacation with Andrés 5

After humiliating myself in front of the mirror, he walks towards the small bar that I have in the living room. He takes two glasses and opens a cabinet that serves as a wine cellar.

-Choose a wine for me- he says, looking at the bottles I have stored there.

I hold a napkin on my arm to show him a high reserve red wine, feeling proud for a few moments of being a good taster and boasting of having good wines in my cellar.

-Open it- he orders me, and I obey, I stand behind the bar and hand him a white napkin, cut the capsule, and skillfully remove the cork. I smell the wine, inhaling its aroma, celebrating that my Master is toasting with me with that very special wine.

I pour him a little less than half a glass, I observe him, Master Andrés understands me, he looks at the color with the napkin before smelling it, he puts his fine and well-proportioned nose in the glass and inhales, looking at me with dominant eyes, then he puts it in his mouth and swirls it around his palate.

I unconsciously smile because that's what I always do when sharing my wines with someone, Andrés spits the wine on my face... I'm surprised by that reaction but I'm excited- it's good- he says- serve only this glass- I obey.

Andrés takes the second glass and lowers it towards his cock, he starts to pee in it... I watch him pee in the glass and far from being bothered, I get extremely aroused, the glass is almost full, he shakes it a bit so that some drops that hang from his pointed and pink glans fall.

-Now you have to taste your drink, pig- he says smiling. I look at it against the light, it's yellow, a light yellow, evidence that Andrés drinks a lot of water, I bring it to my nose, its aroma is mild, but it smells like pee, bitter, salty... I take a sip and keep his pee in my palate... - swallow- he orders me and I obey not without effort.

-This is our last night, pig- he says raising his wine glass- cheers.

We clink glasses and take a sip, I see his face of pleasure as he enjoys the wine I chose for him while I take a sip of his soft and frothy urine...

-Tell me- he says intrigued- what is the best memory you have of our week- my mind immediately goes back to the third day of my slavery:

That morning started like the previous one, I gave him head to wake him up and then he took me to the bathroom to hold the paper with my nipples. Then I served him breakfast in the kitchen.

-It will be an intense training day- he said while washing the dishes after breakfast and eating the leftovers on the floor- I want you to go up and bathe. I ordered you yesterday to bring four packs of razors, you have an hour to come down without hair on your clitoris and buttocks...

Young people these days have the habit of shaving their genitals, in my generation, among "hetero" men that is not common, at least I had never shaved with a razor there.

It took me an hour to completely remove all the hair from my balls and above my dick, and also shave my buttocks. I liked the smoothness they had once I finished the whole process.

I looked at myself in the mirror, if before my dick looked small, now it seemed like a child's. I was overwhelmed by a tremendous sense of shame at showing myself like that in front of Andrés, that guy was breaking all my seductive weapons as a man, I could no longer show myself to him as a man capable of seducing him, I was more literally a slave who was with him to be constantly humiliated.

It took me courage to reach the kitchen, finally I appeared in front of Andrés who had several ropes arranged on the breakfast bar and was sitting at the head checking his phone.

He was fully dressed, which made me feel even more humiliated

-You took 10 minutes longer than I allowed- he said

-Sorry Master- I said lowering my head

-Approach and put your hands on your head- he ordered and I obeyed. He laughed at me while touching my balls and feeling the zone of my... clitoris... completely hairless, he surrounded me with his long arms to feel my buttocks, he squeezed them and spanked me - very good, now you are now truly a slut- he said getting up- you are my slut- he said wrapping his arm around my waist like a pimp grabbing his girl and squeezing my buttocks - are you happy to be my slut?- he said

-Yes Master- I replied lowering my gaze

-Open your mouth- he said grabbing my chin, I opened it and he spat in it

-Swallow slut- I obeyed,

Andrés opened his pants and pulled them down to mid-thigh, his dick was fully erect, he hit mine with it - Look, which of the two is a Man's dick? - he asked

-Yours Master- I answered- it always has been

-Good answer- he said - lie down on your back on the table- he ordered and as I did, he pulled up his pants.

Feeling him dressing again made me feel very vulnerable, with great patience he tied my body to the table: my feet were hanging and tied to the legs and my arms were extended upward and also securely attached to the furniture in some way.

Not only could I not move, I was defenseless and at Andrés' mercy. I watched him open a package of wooden clamps that I had been asked to buy the day before at the supermarket.

It was crazy, he put a clamp on one part of my body and touched another... pain and pleasure mixed in an exquisite way... one by one the clamps adhered to my body, slowly, he took his time to make me feel pain and touched me to make me beg for more.

My chest, my sides, my balls... little by little I felt pinches all over my body, Andrés rubbed his dick in his pants from time to time, that so manly attitude while he tortured me made me very hot and my dick remained hard despite the tortures.

I was embarrassed for him to see it standing and even more embarrassed to have it clean-shaven like a boy. At times the clamps caused me involuntary moans, but I tried to endure in silence, respecting his focus and his pleasure... "what must be going through this handsome Colombian's mind?"... I thought "how much power he must feel in his hands having at his disposal a man 26 years older to do whatever he wants"

Andrés sat down for a while to admire his work... the clamps formed a line on my chest, on my sides, and a sphere of spikes on my balls

He took a candle and lit it on the stove... he waited a minute and then turned it on my belly... the drops fell hot on my skin, burning me with considerable intensity, they were small intense heat strokes, I moved a little but I was well attached... it was impossible to move too much... and I had no choice but to endure and moan, I was totally at his mercy.

He raised the candle to my nipples which already had the constant intense pinch of the clamps, the wax increased my agony, I moaned in pain and Andrés caressed my leg to reward me for receiving his torture.

Then he walked the candle over the same area of my thighs where he had caressed me... I felt the drops fall, it was a constant agony... I felt his sadism and at the same time his pleasure, Andrés was enjoying my body... I breathed deeply and endured for him, for him.

I saw him laugh as the wax fell on some sensitive part of my body and I flinched - hahaha bark pig- he said to me and I barked like a dog - louder, louder! - he ordered me - wooof wooof I barked with all my strength feeling that some of the tension that my torture caused me was relieved.

While he covered my legs with wax, I anxiously thought that sooner or later he would direct it to my "private parts", finally when my legs were well covered, he ran the candle over my balls- ahhhh- I shouted and this time there were no caresses to contain me, Andrés smiled and enjoyed my pain and my moans- ahhh!!- I screamed louder when I felt the wax on my dick, flaccid, almost shrunken, Andrés held it with his free hand and held it to fill the glans with wax- ahhh please please!- I cried, but Andrés enjoyed my pleas.

I tensed my arms and tried to protect myself but I couldn't move... the wax kept falling on my balls and my dick, small bursts of intense heat that gave me pain and he very much pleasure.

He held my dick to completely fill it with wax, as he was closer I felt the heat of the candle and the wax falling hotter, he filled the glans and I cried begging- please Master, please- Andrés continued until there was not a piece of skin left uncovered.

He put out the candle and I felt a moment of relief, which lasted very little, he took a clip and placed it on my glans full of hard wax, I took a deep breath, whimpering, begging with moans... but I knew that I would not convince him to remove it, so I simply begged with moans so he knew how much I respected his authority.

He removed one by one the clamps from my chest and sides, leaving those from my balls and dick on, and untied me- you were late a while ago- he said- put your hands on the table.

I thought he would spank me so as best as I could I opened my legs because I had the balls and dick full of clamps and raised my buttocks, but the first blow of his belt fell on my back.

-I'm going to teach you not to make me wait- he said, giving me a second blow with his thin belt on my back, then another and another... and another

Each blow made the clamps on my groin move causing me multiple pinches, he didn't hit me with all his strength but with enough hardness that deserved punishment... he whipped me thirty times and then ordered me to turn around and one by one quickly pulled the clamps to remove them...

I was no longer tied up and those pinches were very intense, I put my hands on my head to not flinch and endure the pain for Andrés.

He left the clip on my glans until the end, finally he removed it gently although of course the psychological torture of thinking he would pull it off it in the same way had kept me afraid all the time during the process.

-If I see you touching yourself, I'll put them back on- he said- put on some jeans and a polo shirt, don't take off the wax- he ordered.

The texture of the polo shirt scraped my sore nipples and I understood it was part of his plan

When I came down dressed as ordered, I saw that he was already waiting for me in the passenger seat of the car with his pants down and his dick out. He didn't tell me where we were going, he turned on the GPS and I followed the directions, it was a half-hour trip.

At each stoplight I had the order to masturbate him, difficult to do with my left hand but his dick inspired me to do it as best as I could.

We arrived at a building with no sign outside- get out he ordered- and bring the backpack that's in the backseat- I obeyed.

We rang the doorbell of the building and the door opened, we entered. It was a gay sauna, I had never been to one and of course I had no idea such a place existed.

We registered at the entrance as Andrés and Fabiola. The man at the front desk looked at me and then handed each of us a pair of sandals and some pareos in a bag.

Andrés led me through the place to some dressing rooms - strip off- he ordered with a powerful voice in front of two very handsome and burly guys who were getting dressed.

I was embarrassed that the younger guy was giving orders to me in front of them, but when I took off my clothes I felt even more shame: my body was covered in wax, and I still had some marks from the clamps and from the blows on my back.

I was naked, I was going to put on the pareo but Andrés snatched it from my hands and put it in a locker- you are not going to use this- then he took a dog chain from the backpack and my leash - on your knees- if by then I had hoped that the burly guys didn't realize the dynamic between us when I got on my knees in front of Andrés it was already evident. They looked at us out of the corner of their eyes and I felt immense embarrassment

Andrés put the collar and the leash on me- stand up- he ordered. Andrés was already naked with the tiny pareo around his waist barely covering his semi-erect dick and his hairy buttocks. He put our clothes in a locker, locked it, and put the key on his wrist.

I was not only naked, with the chain around my neck and with the evidence of my torture visible, Andrés had the key to my clothes, I was completely subject to him.

He said nothing to me, he simply moved forward pulling the chain - put your hands on your head- he ordered and I obeyed walking behind him.

I don't know how long we walked through the facilities of the place, I was immersed in my humiliation and I prayed not to run into anyone I knew, I lowered my face to "hide" because naked like that with my genitals shaved and tied to a chain pulled by a boy I didn't have many options.

I felt the curious glances of the men in the place, "what would they think?, I'm this guy's pet... he has me as his slave" I thought... and I endured those fixed and curious looks and even many laughs.

After walking around for a long time through every corner of the building, we entered the steam room. The thick air made me feel a little less exposed

-Get on all fours- he ordered loudly and clearly, there were at least five men inside the steam room, one was giving another guy head in a corner.

Halfway through the steam, I got on all fours and Andrés sat on top of me. Despite the humiliation, feeling my Master's hairy buttocks on my back was a tremendous pleasure... Andrés has long and hairy legs, without an ounce of fat, his buttocks are fleshy, not very big but soft and well-shaped, covered with a thick mat of black hair, exquisite.

He gave me spankings from time to time, a guy approached offering his dick to him and Andrés sucked it, I couldn't see because I was under him, I just heard the smacking of their lips and judging by his slim and hairy legs I assumed he was someone of his age... how much I would have loved to be in that guy's place.

As it happens in cruising places a third guy approached and they sucked each other's dicks... I remained on all fours, submitted and debased, controlled by my owner.

One of the guys interacting with my Master caressed my buttocks and groped my dick between them

-Why are you sitting on him?- the guy asked

-Because he's my slave- said Master giving me a spank

-Pee on his head- he suggested to the guy

-No, poor guy- the guy replied

-Nahhh he loves it, don't you love being peed on, slave?- he asked me giving me another spank

-Yes Master- I replied raising my face

-Beg him to pee on you- my Master ordered

-Please Sir, pee on my face- I begged loudly without seeing who I was speaking to because the guy was behind me.

-I'm not Sir- I heard he say as he stood in front of me and aimed his dick at me... it took a while but he finally managed to get a stream of urine out, I kept my face up and my eyes closed so he could pee on my face, assuming that was what my Master wanted. Andrés stood up and watched the scene behind the guy laughing out loud

-Do you see? You liked it, didn't you like it?- he asked me

-Yes Master, thank you Sir- I exclaimed trying to open my eyes. The guy left without saying anything.

The heat in the sauna was suffocating, after a while we went out for some fresh air, Andrés didn't let go of the leash and I obediently walked behind him under the looks of everyone passing by.

He lay down on a lounger and raised the pareo, I began to suck like an obedient dog. Andrés didn't take long to come- swallow dog, swallow my cum!- he ordered me as the orgasm took over his body... I felt his cum in my throat, in my mouth, I tasted his sweet grateful flavor... it was like a gift I didn't deserve, no matter how much he had made me suffer that day... I knew nothing was enough to earn that exquisite nectar.

Lying on my couch, still naked, Andrés drinks his third glass of wine and forces me to finish my second glass of urine so I can serve him the third.

I am kneeling in front of him, I gulp down the contents of my glass and hand it to him, stretching out my hand, Andrés takes it and gets up, he masturbates in front of me, I can't describe how wonderful it looks to me to see my Master, my Alpha Male jerking off in front of me.

He comes soon, his cum falls in the glass staining its outline and depositing itself thick at the bottom, then he takes the wine bottle and fills it for me - you earned it- he says serving himself another glass - cheers- we clink our glasses and drink. The conversation becomes friendly, we talk about our lives and more mundane things.

Andrés a little tipsy gets into bed and I stay in the living room picking up the glasses, washing them, and then sneaking to drink what's left of the wine... thinking that tomorrow, everything will end and that it has been an extraordinary experience.