The tours are a good opportunity to sleep on the floor at the Master's feet. I always sleep with a long chain attached to my neck by a large padlock that makes it uncomfortable to sleep and forces me to sleep on my side. He doesn't allow me to use a pillow, so I sleep using my arms to support my head.

He allows me to use a blanket underneath and one on top to keep me warm, as a singer, I have to take care of my voice and not getting cold is very important. The chain I wear on my neck is attached to his foot, it's long enough for the Master to move comfortably, and it restricts my movements to less than a meter from the bed where he sleeps.

There's a large plate with water next to me that I can get up to drink from whenever I consider it necessary. Sometimes the Master urinates into it during the night. That way, he doesn't have to wake me up to follow him to the bathroom because my neck is attached to his foot.

When I wake up, I drink what's left of the water, tonight he hasn't gotten up to urinate, the water is fresh and feels good, although it's uncomfortable to lap it up from the plate. I'm forbidden from lifting it, I have to drink bent down like an animal.

"You're not a man, you're more like an animal," the Master, Octavio, told me once, and every time I drink water, I remember his words.

I'm forbidden from using my cell phone at night, he sets the alarm when we have to get up early, today is not the case, our only commitment is to go record a podcast in the afternoon and then the concert.

I remain still on the floor for a while, calculating the best moment to wake up my Master.

I've known Octavio since we were kids, our parents are very good friends. I remember him always as a very handsome and well-behaved child. Very polite and formal, his parents would make us listen to him play the piano every time we visited their house.

When I turned fifteen and had a raging hormone, I remember he was twenty-one and a university student, very handsome, very tall, good at all sports, and with a well-muscled body. A couple of times our families went swimming together, and I confess that I couldn't stop looking at his body with well-formed muscles, his abdomen with some marks, and his long, toned, and hairy legs. I loved seeing his armpit hair, smooth and long, stuck to his body by the water.

I never felt that Octavio looked at me in a provocative way, nor did I feel invaded at any moment... he says he doesn't even remember what I was like when we were kids.

One afternoon, when I was nineteen, I went into a gay sauna. I wandered around the place with some shame, and a very old man, about forty years old, started following me around the rooms and staring at me insistently...

I avoided his gaze, and clearly, I shook my head "no" when I had him face to face... but that man seemed determined to have something with me. When we were alone in the steam room, he co...