Domesticking the Güicho 7

Don Valentin enters his office with a smile, his strong smell of sweat permeating the place in seconds. He arrives disheveled, with his hair still damp, sweat stains visible on his chest and armpits under his sweater. He takes off his shoes and socks, a pungent smell of cheese combining in the air with the strong aroma left by his sweat.

Güicho and I continue painting in silence. Don Valentin walks barefoot to a small refrigerator behind his desk, takes out a beer can, opens it, and drinks a long sip, about half the can. He takes another can as a spare and walks with both to a plastic-covered armchair. He sits down to watch us work.

The lawyer is of short stature and has the physique of a bodybuilder, his chest very pronounced and his arms thick. He sits with his thighs open and they look big, snug in his sports shorts. His thick legs are almost hairless, with only a few hairs on his calves.

Although he is 35, he appears to be 25. As we work in front of him, he starts rubbing his bulging package protruding from his small yellow shorts.

Güicho, as expected, is very distracted by Don Valentin's package. He wiggles his buttocks on purpose as he rolls the paint on the wall. We are about to finish, so I don't mind him fooling around and not helping.

"You want it, don't you, asshole?" - Don Valentin says to Güicho very seriously, grabbing what appears to be a quite thick dick under his shorts.

"Yes, Daddy," Güicho responds, turning around and making his usual provocative gestures.

"I'm not your Daddy, I'm the Lawyer," he corrects.

"Sorry, lawyer," Güicho says in a servile and submissive tone that he always uses to tease his men.

"Come here," Don Valentin orders, and Güicho obediently leaves the roller in a bucket and walks towards Don Valentin. He kneels between his thick, dark legs, bringing his face closer to his bulging package. Don Valentin puts his hand on his forehead, "not yet, bitch," he says. "You have to earn it."

Don Valentin straightens up a bit and takes off his sweater. His sweaty pectorals glisten, his well-defined abdomen is also soaked.

The Boss sits back down and lifts his muscular right arm, exposing his moderately hairy armpit. "Lick," he orders Güicho.

I kneel, advance my face towards his armpit, but take off the fucking clothes, you're going to stain me with paint - Güicho no longer has his shirt on, he stands up and turns his back to Don Valentin. He unbuttons his pants and slowly pulls down his pants and boxers at the same time, exposing his fleshy and hairy ass to Don Valentin.

Then he kneels back down, completely naked, and watches him bury his face in the Boss's armpit - "Do you like the smell?" he asks, making disgust gestures.

"A lot, lawyer," my cousin responds quietly, without stopping licking.

"Come, Simon," he tells me, and I get goosebumps, I don't know how to explain to everyone that Güicho is the asshole - "Yes, boss," I reply.

"I know you're not into this, I just want you to smell what your cousin is eating," he says and then raises his other arm and looks at me as if ordering me to get close to smell it.

I bring my nose a little closer, the smell is indeed very intense - "What do you think? This Güicho is such a slut," he says smiling, and I turn to see my cousin naked, shamelessly climbing on top of Don Valentin, putting his hand on one of the Boss's huge pecs.

"Do your armpits smell like yours?" Don Valentin asks me. I smell them over my shirt, they smell like sweat but the smell doesn't compare to his - "Something, boss," I reply.

Don Valentin grabs Güicho's chin - "I want you to lick your cousin's armpits," he orders.

Don Valentín offers me a seat next to him on the armchair, I sit down and take off my shirt. I don't feel forced, I really want Güicho to lick the sweat from my armpits.

Güicho kneels in front of me and buries his face in my armpit... I'd be lying if I said it doesn't feel good... as Güicho licks my armpit, Don Valentin gets up and walks towards him, sticking two fingers in his mouth, watching me, and then kneels down and spits on his hand, smearing it copiously on my cousin's ass.

Güicho's breathing quickens, his hot breath on my damp armpit makes me feel even more pleasure.

"Take off his shoes and lick his feet," Don Valentin orders Güicho, who obeys immediately. Don Valentin continues playing with his ass, inserting and withdrawing two fingers, rotating and opening them a bit, dilating Güicho's hole.

Güicho's rough and very moist tongue moves over my instep in an exquisite way. I get turned on watching my cousin naked and on his knees in front of me while Don Valentin, shirtless, plays with him...

Güicho's muscular back still bears marks of the spankings he received with me a few days ago. Güicho lifts my leg holding my ankle and licks the sole of my foot, giving me small bites that make me tickle and feel pleasure.

Don Valentin sits next to me and puts an arm around me, leaning it on the back of the armchair.

"Well, there you have four feet to lick, bitch," the boss tells my cousin, and Güicho bends down to lick the arch of one of Don Valentin's feet and then runs his tongue over one of mine.

Both feet look very similar, thin, dark, long. Mine have hair on the instep, his are hairless.

Don Valentin lifts his feet to put them in Güicho's face. I mimic his movement, and Güicho's face disappears beneath our four feet, dark, thin - mine hairy, his hairless.

My cousin does a good job and keeps both of us well attended, taking turns to lick us... seeing him on his knees in front of me, sticking his tongue between my toes, makes me feel powerful... I enjoy seeing him like that, submissive, paying for all he owes me.

Güicho's face is covered in his own saliva while our wet feet rest on his face. I squeeze his cheeks tightly, as if wanting to step on them, my cousin reacts by licking and taking all my toes into his mouth.

Then he takes one of my big toes and one of Don Valentin's, sucking and licking them, looking into our eyes. His face shows complete submission, like a puppy that obeys and surrenders for our pleasure.

Don Valentin gets up and takes off his shorts, exposing a quite thick, dark dick. Güicho doesn't wait for instructions, he's going to put it in his mouth and Don Valentin stops him, slapping him - "bad manners, bitch," he says, "visitors first."

Güicho turns to look at me, I unbutton my pants and take out my hard dick, Güicho lunges towards it and takes it all in, making me moan with pleasure. Don Valentin masturbates watching Güicho sucking me...

Güicho's head moves fast between our legs, stimulating me with his lips and his whole mouth... the sensation is intense, as if he knows I'm about to come, he takes it out quickly and puts Don Valentin's dick in his mouth.

I sit next to Don Valentin with my dick rock hard, watching my cousin be his slut. Don Valentin grabs his hair and directs his head towards my dick, then he gets up and kneels behind him.

I see him spreading his ass cheeks from my seat and watch as his dick slowly disappears in between them, my cousin moans without taking my dick out of his mouth, keeps sucking as Don Valentin gradually penetrates him with his thick tool.

"Did you know your cousin was a slut?" Don Valentin asks while keeping his dick inside Güicho.

"I had no idea," I reply honestly.

"Tell him, tell him to his face that you're a slut," Don Valentin orders, holding his hair to lift his head.

"I'm a slut," Güicho says, lowering his gaze, Don Valentin gives him three strong thrusts and two hard spanks, "say it properly!" he orders.

Güicho looks at me, truly humiliated for the first time in front of me - "Cousin, I'm a slut," he tells me, immediately lowering his gaze as if weighed down by shame.

Now that I know his story, I realize Güicho is a slave to his instincts, his desires. I sense he's trapped between desire and necessity.

Don Valentin starts fucking him furiously, forcefully, mercilessly - "ahhh ahhhhhh ahhhh" Güicho moans, matching the rhythm set by Don Valentin's pelvis.

"Keep sucking, bitch," Don Valentin tells him, slapping him on the nape of his neck with his palm - "I don't want to hear you."

Güicho takes my dick all the way in and out, holding back the urge to moan - "Watch him while you suck his dick," Don Valentin orders, pulling his hair again, as Güicho looks at me with my dick in his mouth...

"Simon, if he's a man, you're a slut," Don Valentin says, getting excited by his own words and starting to thrust harder...

I feel Güicho's humiliation permeate his entire body... as if a mask he had tried to maintain were forcefully ripped off... that dude who pretended to be super manly back in town had become a slut who couldn't control his need for dick by any means.

"Ah, I think I'm going to come," I announce. Don Valentin quickly pulls out of Güicho - "stand up," he orders me. I get up, pulling my dick out of my cousin's mouth - "come on his face, cover him with cum," he says, holding Güicho's face up by his hair.

I jerk off for a moment and then a stream shoots out, landing on my cousin's eyebrows, followed by more on his cheeks, chin, mustache, forehead...

"Sit down, I want you to look at each other while I come on his ass," Don Valentin orders us - "if he looks away, you tell me and I'll give him a beating," he adds.

I sit down, and Güicho puts his hands next to my feet, looking at me with his face covered in my cum, while Don Valentin fucks him mercilessly.

Clack, clack, clack, clack... their bodies sound as they collide rapidly, Güicho's semen drips from his face to the floor, he looks at me and his eyes reflect humiliation, pain, and a pleasure that has him addicted. I can see how much he needs to feel what he's feeling, and I can almost read how that need causes tremendous confusion in his head...

Don Valentin begins to moan - "ahhhh slut, I'm coming... I'm coming," he shouts, and by Güicho's reactions, I can guess that he's filling his ass with cum.

After jerking off inside him, Don Valentin stands up - "Bitch, finish painting, Simon, do you want a beer?" I nod. Don Valentin hands me a beer, takes one for himself, and we both sit with our flaccid dicks watching my cousin paint. Drops of cum fall from his face and his ass... I can feel that Güicho feels humiliated, and I love it.

After Güicho finishes, Don Valentin gives us money to take the bus back home to the building - "I'm sorry I can't take you, but I still have to stay and draft some documents," he says.

It's two in the afternoon, under the midday heat, Güicho and I head back home.

Güicho says nothing, and I respect his silence. It's the first time he's been humiliated in front of me without me being humiliated too, and I understand it must have been a difficult experience for him, as all these days he continued to be the arrogant, bossy, and even "macho" Güicho we had known in town.

The silence is so tense that neither of us realizes where a van suddenly appears beside us, opens up, and three hooded men forcefully push us into it.

Before we can react, I find myself lying in the back of the vehicle with my hands tied behind my back with handcuffs and a guy pressing his knee into my back.

As I turn to see my cousin, Güicho struggles with two guys who are struggling to handcuff him and subdue him. They are wearing police uniforms, bulletproof vests, and guns... fear paralyzes me.

The man on top of me puts a hood over my head, I can't see anything; I hear my cousin grunt and fight, and I hear the men hitting him to subdue him. I prefer to stay still.

We take a short trip to a place that feels enclosed and spacious, they take us out of the van.

"Now you assholes, you're accused of robbery. If you don't tell us where the stolen items are, you're screwed," says a man with a firm voice.

They throw me on the ground and forcibly take off my pants, breaking the button and belt... they take off my shoes and socks at an impressive speed, leaving me only in my boxers.

I hear Güicho struggling in front of me, and I assume they are also taking his clothes off...

Two men pull my arms to stand me up and force me to sit on a chair.

"Look, you motherfuckers," the man with a firm voice says, "you're accused of theft. If you don't tell us where the stolen items are, you're screwed."

"We returned what we stole," Güicho says nervously and almost shrill - "shut up, asshole," I hear him get punched in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. "You'll speak when I order you to and you'll say only what I ask, understood?" I hear him get punched twice more. I'm terrified, I don't want them to hit me.

"Pull down the asshole's briefs, we're going to toast his nuts," says the voice, and I hear Güicho crying and begging - "please no... please no... I'll tell you where... ahhhh" I hear Güicho's scream, I feel like crying, shouting... suddenly, unable to hold it, I pee out of fear in my underwear.

Güicho gives a second scream and gives an address - "I took the items there, all the missing stuff is there... I was planning to return it... ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh" Güicho cries again.

I don't hear anything else, but from what they said, I guess they're electric shockiング his balls... I squeeze my legs soaked with pee in fear... I don't want this to happen to me.

A hand uncovers the hood for me to see Don Valentin in front of me making a signal to remain silent.

My eyes quickly adjust to the dim light around us; it's a very large warehouse, and I am sitting in front of Güicho, his briefs at his knees, with a man holding wires giving him shocks in the balls. My cousin jumps and screams horribly, he's restrained to the chair with a belt around his chest.

"ahhh ahhhh" my cousin screams again - "Did we have to come to this extreme to make you tell us where you put the things?" - the robust police officer who led all the torture asks.

"No, Sir, no, Sir... sorry," Güicho cries, almost whimpering.

Don Valentin releases my handcuffs and gestures for me to follow him inside the van silently. He sits in the driver's seat, I sit in the passenger seat.

"He's gone," he says, and inside the van, there's a big celebration. I smile out of courtesy, although I feel like Don Valentin went a bit too far.

The van stops outside a four-star hotel - "I've reserved a room for you, go in and ask for it in my name. Inside there's clean clothes and swim trunks if you want to use the pool. Don't call anyone, not even your brother. I promise that after this, you won't have to worry about Güicho anymore."