INTERMEDIATE BY NECESSITY

Several weeks in no man's land. My young master got a job outside of Málaga. The agreement between us was clear, there were no commitments or obligations, and each had full freedom to be with whomever they wanted.

Up to this point, everything seemed very nice but with an important difference: he is a young master and submissives come to him every day; I am a mature slave and although muscular and with few limits, the price of my actions does not sell as much (hehe, I never cash them, quite the opposite).

The masters? Some very far away, others were just warming up and never put the car in gear; in the end, everything remains heated without moving from the spot.

Bored, tired, and very hot, one morning I searched a well-known website for a cashmaster that fit the physique and attitude that turned me on that day. I quickly found one that fulfilled almost all of my fantasies. Without hesitation, I called to schedule an appointment; the type of deal and the fetishes I liked, I didn't want to waste time since in this case, time is gold and tribute was essential. After getting a commitment to behave, I took the necessary enema and got in the car to meet that stranger.

We had agreed to meet at the entrance of his residence, and the concierge was aware of his affairs and helped his friends while he came down to get them.

I arrived at the indicated place. Indeed, there was a concierge, middle-aged, painting the railing of the staircase and wearing a work jumpsuit with paint stains of all colors, evidently very used and rarely washed. His hair was somewhat gray, shaved, and with a couple of days' worth of beard; that ass and those muscles that were hinted at under his work clothes set the bar a little high in terms of my expectations with Ander (my date). I am optimistic; I thought that at least, even if my occasional master's physique wasn't as hot, after giving me a couple of slaps, I would calm down and focus on serving him.

What I least expected was that surprises would come one after another, without everything being planned, and that Alice in Wonderland was a Russian coffee maker compared to everything that was going to happen to me.

The concierge smiled at me and approached:

- Hello, can I help you with something? (damn, if he only knew how many things!!)

-- I have a date with a friend, he'll be down for me, thanks.

- Yes, Ander warned me that someone would come and to keep him waiting while he came down. You can sit in that chair; I don't think he'll be long.

He smiled strangely, turned around, and continued painting. I couldn't stop staring at him; every time he bent down, he showcased an incredible ass, not to mention that back and those shoulders that were hinted at under that blue jumpsuit. Just guessing, I could almost see his feet in those work boots. Working inside, he was sweating profusely, and it must have been bothering him because now and then, he adjusted his large package while looking at me out of the corner of his eye, smiling and somehow letting me know that he noticed the show I was enjoying and I couldn't take my eyes off. In short, hehe, it was best for Ander to come down soon and put an end to this suffering (how naïve of me!).

And finally, the elevator door opened, and Ander appeared. I had to disguise my reaction after giving him a rude once-over from top to bottom. He shakes my hand and says:

Ander: We'll head up in a moment; wait, I need to give Luis (that's what the concierge was called) a message and I'll be with you.

Ander: Hey Luis, what a job you're doing with the painting! Come up later for a beer so you can rest a bit and cool off.

He leaned close to Luis's ear, and I noticed the complicity between them; he whispered something. I saw them glance at me and smile. Luis nodded and they fist-bumped. Well, no problem, I didn't mind other people knowing how much of a whore I was, and it made things very clear; besides, it turned me on.

While they talked, I examined Ander more closely. He was wearing shorts, flip-flops, and a white t-shirt that revealed the contour of his body. Well, he looked just like his photos (evidently a bit outdated), a very slight belly, a narrow and poorly trained waist, good arms, and above all, his skin looked dark, shiny, greasy, velvety; in short, my mouth was already salivating and preparing to lick him all over.

Ander pointed to the elevator, which I approached quickly. From inside, I waved goodbye to Luis with a hand gesture and held the door open, waiting for my master to enter. The game was about to begin. When Ander got in, without wasting time, he made me kneel and pushed my head toward his zipper. Evidently, there wasn't going to be time for anything else, but it was an ascent of 8 floors where my face was pressed against a zipper under which a huge hard cock was hinted at. Quite a rise; too bad Ander didn't live in a skyscraper.

We entered his apartment, which had few furniture items, was a bit messy, and with the sink full of dirty dishes. He noticed I was observing him and shot at me:

- You know what your duty is, or do you want me to remind you with a couple of slaps? You didn’t expect me to tidy up and wash so you could see everything nice! Come on, no more nonsense, strip down and start with the dishes, then fold the laundry, and sweep and scrub the living room.

I heard someone clearing their throat in one of the two rooms that opened into the living room. Ander realized that I had noticed there was someone else in the apartment and explained:

- It's a friend who's staying here for a few days; he won't leave the room, but if he does, obey him as if he were me; I've already explained to him that I was expecting a maid to come clean for a while, among other things.

Without arguing, I undressed, put on the apron that hung in the kitchen, and started washing the dishes. Ander came up behind me, I felt him rubbing his package against my ass and kneading me; I expected him to whip out his cock and fuck me, but no! Just at that moment, he gave me a couple of slaps and pinched my nipples from behind, making me squirm in pain (what bliss!).

- With this, whore, you should have enough for a while; I'm going to answer a couple of emails in my room, and I'll come back to see how you're doing with your chores, and hurry up because you have a lot of work ahead!

I was washing with enthusiasm and half-erect when I heard the door to the other room open, but not the one belonging to Ander; it was the other one! and a kid appeared naked, smiling at me, rather, laughing, and instead of shaking my hand, he gave me a very hard slap and introduced himself:

- Hi, I'm Diego. I see Ander wasn't lying when he said not to do anything, that a whore would come to do the chores. I'm glad! Get me a beer and keep doing your thing; Ander will come out eventually, and don't worry; he and I know how to treat you, whore!

He sprawled on the sofa, and with all the audacity in the world, he began playing with his balls. I brought him the beer without taking my eyes off those huge balls and that still-flaccid but firm cock. How could I stop looking at that torso, that gym body, those tattoos, and not admire that work of art?

But he added:

- Well, thinking about it, give the dishes a break and suck me off for a bit; I need to be alert and ready (it was easy to imagine he was a rent boy); Ander told me to use you as I pleased, so start sucking while I smoke a bit and drink my beer, and turn on a sports channel; I want to see what happened in yesterday's match.

Of course, with my apron on, only lifted by my erection, I began to do everything ordered. Having served the beer and kneeling to suck on his cock, I heard another room open, and Ander appeared. Damn! He kicked me in the ass, which hurt a bit, and I turned around with a sheepish face but without complaining. I saw Ander laugh as he stripped off and sat beside Diego.

Ander: Sucking already without finishing washing the dishes? And the floor? And the laundry? Okay, okay, I'll forgive you because I see Diego is well taken care of; take care of me like that as well, and I'll forget it all; you know, beer, cigarette, match, and keep sucking while you tend to our balls, which are a bit sweaty in this heat. By the way, our feet also need a little tongue massage.

What work I had ahead of me.

Just when I was getting really into those balls, those cocks, those feet, hearing them comment on how filthy I was and how much I enjoyed it, the doorbell rang. Ander looked at me and said:

- Don't worry, it's the concierge; he's coming to watch the match and make sure, for your own good, you serve him just like us; he's been working all morning, and he deserves a break. Furthermore, attend to him alone for a while until he is well relaxed.

There I was on my knees sucking Diego's cock when he went to open the door for Luis.

When Luis entered and saw me bent over, sucking Diego's cock, far from showing surprise, he said:

- I see they've already put you to work. These bastards never stop taking advantage of the whores, hehe.

Still in his jumpsuit, he sat on the sofa, and as if he had discussed it with Ander, he pulled out his cock and balls, smiled at me cynically, and said:

- Come on, start here, Ander owes me many favors for the good job I do welcoming his whores.

Ander signaled me, I took Diego's cock from my mouth, and I stopped massaging Diego's balls to kneel in front of Luis, after giving him a beer and lighting a cigarette for him.

Luis's cock, enormous, a big red mushroom head, and when I put my hands on his balls, I felt how solid, voluminous, hairy, and sweaty they were. Without waiting any longer, I began refreshing them with my tongue while Ander and Diego mocked the hog-like hunger I had and how eager I was (hehe, they still hadn't seen anything!).

Quickly, Ander got behind me and started inserting his fingers into my ass. Luis stripped completely, letting me see those muscles, which looked more like labor muscles than gym muscles! When Ander noticed I was well stretched, he pulled out his cock and shoved it in without any consideration… Diego was laughing, and Luis turned around, parting his cheeks with his hand, revealing a magnificent hole:

- Come on, whore, a cock in your ass and your tongue in mine… Deal?

I couldn't believe what was happening to me; it was hard not to cum.

Diego joking about the goals that, according to him, I was letting in, spanking me and pinching my nipples, while Ander and Luis pumped in my mouth and ass without stopping, humiliating me with insults and various degradations…

Luis unexpectedly came in my mouth, and seeing that, Ander pulled out of my ass and, jerking off a bit, came on my back.

They ordered me to go take a shower and wait there for a bit. I did so, and suddenly I see the three of them enter and move in close to the shower stall. They had drunk several beers, and I hadn't had any, but evidently, they took pity on me and weren't going to leave me thirsty.

Ander put his cock in my mouth, told me to clean it, and when he pulled out, he began to urinate all over my face with hot piss.

- You're going to repeat this, whore, with my friends; you clean their cocks and swallow their piss. We don’t want to have to shower now, but we want to be clean; the only whore here is you.

Diego gave me the same treatment and pissed all over me, making me open my mouth to receive his urine inside. Then he said:

- I promised Ander I would help him humiliate his whore. If you liked it and we cross paths again, I'll give you the same treatment. Don't lose contact with Ander, that's an order, faggot!

- It was Luis's turn, and the same story repeated itself: cock cleaning, insults, etc… but there was a variation:

Luis: I see how much of a whore you are, and hardworking like me… but you're thirsty and haven't been moistened inside. Don't worry; I know how to dose it, and you're going to swallow it all!

Kneeling in the shower stall, looking up, I saw God about to release his mana, and it fell into my mouth, cutting his stream every now and then to give me time to swallow, while Ander and Diego urged Luis until he had nothing left, and I cleaned him off sucking down to his balls…

The rest was short; I got up, got dressed, we said our goodbyes. I promised Ander I would repeat, and I left with my thoughts.

What was I thinking? I don't know what paradise is like in different religions... but I was sure I had been in one!!