Tips III

When I went out through the other door completely covered in cum and piss, Álvaro was there. He looked me up and down with a big satisfied smile.

"Damn...," he said without stopping smiling. His face and beard were still covered in cum, and the soaked t-shirt stuck to my body, transparent enough to show my hairy abdomen and chest.

"I see that my buddy Hector not only decided to leave the glory hole but also marked you. Do you know what that means?" he asked, still smiling.

"No, boss," I replied.

"Did he say anything else?"

"He said a couple of times that I'm going to be his," I answered, feeling my cock getting hard again. Álvaro nodded, still smiling, this time with more lust, and he approached me.

"Have you cum?" he said, grabbing my hard cock tightly through my pants.

"No boss, I don't cum unless my master orders me to," I explained submissively.

"I'm your master while Carlos is away, remember?" he said, jerking my hard cock forcefully through my pants. "Do you want to cum?"

"If my master orders me to," I repeated, even more obedient. Álvaro smiled and kept jerking me off for several more seconds. I felt his firm hand masturbating me, felt the fabric of my underwear and pants rubbing against me. He looked into my eyes in a threatening way, nodded and smiled as I moaned, continuing to fondle me until I started panting and moaning more intensely. That's when he let go of my hard cock and put his hand near my mouth.

"Lick it, dog," he ordered. I licked his hand and his fingers as if it were his cock, cleaning the remains of Hector's piss that had been left when he jerked me off.

"You're not going to cum today," he said with a smile, slapping my hard cock over my pants.

"You can be satisfied that that damn Hector marked you. There's a shower and clothes by that door. Clean up and come back to the bar, there's still a night ahead." My boss turned around and walked towards the exit. He disappeared behind the door. I could hear the music in the distance, but when he closed the door it all fell silent, so I headed towards the shower covered in cum, piss (marked according to Álvaro), with my cock hard and throbbing.

It didn't take me long to come back out, but while cleaning up, I could reflect on what had just happened. In less than a week, I had sucked off two mature and ruthless men, and my master Carlos agreed. Whenever he shared me, he was always present, always the one in control. It was the first time that other guys used me while I was alone, and although pleasing others is a great satisfaction as a sub, I needed to please my master Carlos. I also didn't know what Álvaro meant by Hector marking me, but if they don't give me the opportunity, I shouldn't ask.

Neither for the rest of that night nor for the following one did I have the option to earn tips, so I had to wait until the next Friday. That was the second week that my master Carlos was away, so there were still a few more days until his return. Even though he was on the road, he was still very present, writing to me every day.

"Has Álvaro treated you well?" he wrote, showing his protective side.

"Yes, master, thanks for leaving me in good hands," I replied. He didn't ask me more about work, and I didn't tell him anything unless he asked. What he did do was give me orders that I had to fulfill as soon as possible or serve him through video calls. And that night was one of those nights.

Before that, in the morning, he ordered me to put on one of the many jockstraps I had, and of course, I sent him a photo on all fours. I set up the camera, got on the floor, spread my hairy ass cheeks a bit, and arched my back. After that, I sent him a photo from above, looking at the camera, begging to please him as if his imposing figure was in front of me. Later, taking advantage of going out to run some errands, he ordered me to record myself peeing in a public urinal. He also told me to pee in the wall urinals with my pants halfway down, showing part of the jockstrap so other guys would stare. Just obeying him made my cock get really hard, but I wouldn't jerk off unless he ordered me to.

He didn't ask me for anything else the rest of the day because he had to drive, but that night, as soon as he stopped to rest, he ordered us to have a video call, so I set up my computer. It wasn't the first time we did it; in fact, while on the road, he liked to use me on webcam, form a group of guys, or even lend me to others. Still, I felt nervous. I jumped when I heard the call ring; I felt my cock throb. I accepted the call. At first, only I had the camera on; I had to earn the right to see him, and as agreed, I greeted him.

"Good evening, Master Carlos, your dog is ready to obey and satisfy you."

"Good evening, dog. Let me see you," he ordered. I got up from the chair and pushed it aside; I knew I wouldn't need it. I moved back enough for him to see me fully. I was wearing the jockstrap.

"I can't wait to use you, dog," he said, lustfully. He made a gesture with his hand for me to turn around, so I did. My ass exposed with the jockstrap.

"I'd smack your ass right now, bitch," he said, mimicking a spanking motion with his hand.

"Get on your knees and crawl, showing me your ass," I obeyed and got on all fours. I crawled around occasionally, putting my ass towards the camera, spreading my hairy cheeks with my hands, showing my hairy asshole and arching my back.

"When I get back, I'm going to fuck you hard and cum inside you until you tremble, slut," he said sternly.

"I want a dildo. Now," I went crawling and opened one of the drawers. I took out a dildo that resembled his cock in size. It measured 18 cm, and its thickness made me open my mouth wider once it was all the way in. He approved.

"Put two fingers in your mouth," he ordered. I joined two fingers and licked them for a few seconds before putting them in my mouth.

"Swallow," I obeyed. I started swallowing the two fingers, feeling the saliva accumulating in my mouth.

"Three," he ordered. And I put three fingers in. I sucked them as if they were his big cock. I took them out of my mouth, hit my wet tongue with them, then hit my cheek and caressed my lips with them.

"Four, slut," I widened my mouth and put a fourth finger in.

"You like to swallow, huh dog? You're a cock-hungry slut."

"Yes, master," I said with my mouth full of fingers, as he liked it.

"Face-fuck yourself," he ordered. "And don't stop." I started thrusting the fingers in and out of my mouth faster and faster. Without him telling me, I started moaning; I knew he liked to hear me moan. And to look at him straight in the face with my mouth full, so I stared directly at the camera, imagining his gaze.

"Open your eyes wider," I obeyed, opening my eyes while still moaning and face-fucking myself.

"Harder, dog," I increased the intensity of the thrusting, pushing them deeper until I felt the gag reflex, but I didn't stop looking at the camera, now with teary eyes.

"Drool for me, dog," he said then. I took the four fingers out of my mouth and let the accumulated saliva drip.

"Rub it on your face," without wasting any of the saliva, I picked it up with the palm of my hand and smeared it on my beard and face.

"Good boy," he said. And right at that moment, he rewarded me by turning on his camera. I still hadn't earned the right to see his face, but the image I saw made me feel even more submissive, obedient, and dedicated.

I could only see his torso, and immediately I remembered his scent. Carlos was a big, well-groomed man. His square, hard belly protruded, and his chest, also hard and worked out, created a hollow in the middle where I loved burying my face when he forced me to lick his nipples. All of this covered in hair which made him even more irresistible. His arms were huge and strong, veins popping out immediately, and I couldn't decide what turned me on more, licking his biceps when he flexed them or getting lost in his armpits. For now, I couldn't see anything else; in addition to earning the right to see his face, I also had to earn the right to see his cock, but I knew it was hard from the first second.

My master Carlos greeted me with a hand gesture. With my face covered in saliva produced from licking my fingers, I smiled and stuck out my tongue.

"Grab the dildo, put it in front of the camera, and suck it as if it were my cock," he said, and I positioned it as if it were a real cock in front of me and started licking it from the base to the tip several times. I raised my submissive and complacent gaze to the camera from time to time, and when I deep-throated it, I moaned. From time to time, I could see how my master moved his huge arms, jerking off, huffing and puffing, collecting his precum, taking it to his mouth to get more saliva, and back. If we were together at that moment, it would be when he kissed me forcefully, mixing our fluids.

"You're a fucking cock-sucking slut," he said between huffs and moans. I nodded with the entire dildo in my mouth. I opened wider to take in more, I gagged, but Carlos didn't order me to stop swallowing until tears rolled down my cheeks. And every time I pulled the dildo out of my mouth, the saliva dripped; every time the saliva dropped, I collected it and smeared it on my face.

I didn't need a real cock. Serving my master Carlos made me feel fulfilled. I was so submissive that without thinking, I reached for my cock. Then my master Carlos leaned towards the camera, showing his mouth and beard.

"I didn't order you to touch your cock, dog," he said sternly, raising his voice.

"I'm sorry, sir," I apologized, putting my hands behind my back.

"Slap yourself, dog," he ordered. I brought my hand to my face, gathered momentum, and slapped my cheek.

"Another one," I repeated the movement, looking at the camera after the hit.

"Harder, damn it," he ordered, bringing his mouth closer to the camera, so I moved my hand further from my face and gave myself a good slap. I looked at the camera, panting.

"Good dog. It better not happen again. Don't touch yourself unless ordered to,"

"Yes, master. I'm sorry," I apologized once again submissively. Then Carlos raised his camera. He greeted me with a wicked smile, raising his eyebrows and huffing. I knew he was very aroused.

He had dark hair, but some grays were visible. Short but well-combed, with a perfectly neat beard. I could see some leftover saliva that I wished I could clean. Still smiling lustfully, he raised an arm, flexed, and started licking his bicep and armpit. I did the same with mine. Occasionally, our gazes met, and we licked with more lust, moaning, licking the air as if passionately kissing each other.

"I want you to deep-throat until I cum, dog," he said before leaning back and showing me his hard, wet, throbbing cock. I returned to my previous position and started sucking and swallowing non-stop—breathing heavily, panting, calling me a slut and a bitch. I filled my mouth with the dildo and saliva dripping from my lips, which I then collected and smeared on my face. I moaned with a mouth full, feeling the gag reflex and tearing up while hearing his huffs and moans. Occasionally, I stopped and spat a good glob onto his cock before resuming. I did the same with the dildo. It seemed like the movement of his hand and my mouth was synchronized.

"Open your mouth wider," he managed to say between huffs shortly afterward. "Damn," he moaned before starting to shoot cum.

A powerful first shot followed by several more landed on his hairy chest; saliva dribbled from the dildo and my beard. Carlos continued to huff and have spasms until he relaxed a bit, catching his breath. Anyone who saw me with my face and beard covered in saliva would think it was a real cumshot. He started to play with his cum on his chest, picked it up with his fingers, and brought them closer to the camera. I licked the air as if cleaning them. I wanted to. Then he brought them to his mouth. He repeated the process before showing me his cum in his mouth, sticking out his tongue. If we were together, we would've kissed passionately. He leaned back, reclined in his chair, and huffed.

"Good dog," he said with a smile.

"It's my pleasure, master," I replied still on my knees.

"Get up; hands behind your back," he ordered. I stood up, showing him my rock-hard cock straining the front of the jockstrap.

"You know you're not going to cum, right, dog?" he asked with a wicked smile.

"I know, master. Only if you order me to."

"Not today," he said. "You may leave."

"Good night, master. It was a pleasure serving you."

"Good night, slut," he said before ending the call. I sighed to catch my breath and went to clean up. I still had a very hard cock, but I wasn't going to touch myself, let alone cum, so I lay down feeling fulfilled after serving my master, a feeling only surpassed by the fulfillment I feel when he uses me without cameras.