Bored and somewhat exhausted, we wait in the living room of the apartment for the time to go to the concert to arrive.

The slaves are sitting on the floor, Martín and Lucas in the armchairs, we all look at our cell phones and have the TV on, with nothing on our minds.

Lucas steps on Miguel's balls, who is sitting next to him, Miguel puts his hands on his head and allows his Master to have fun with him. I love Miguel's face, a mix of pain and pleasure.

The image of a black, muscular, and large man stepping on a man who is even more corpulent than him, and who, due to his mustache and shaved head, looks intimidating, is delicious.

Miguel doesn't moan or breathe agitatedly, he's used to Lucas's tortures, who really makes an effort to step on his balls, taking care not to damage the cage, as if the cage were the most important thing between the slave's legs.

"How did you and Miguel meet?" Martín asks Lucas, settling in sideways in the armchair, as if expecting a long story.

I don't know the details either, so I listen attentively and curiously.

Lucas lifts his foot off Miguel's balls - he has to tell the first part - he says with a smile.

Miguel sits up straight and begins to tell us.

The story begins 13 years ago, when he was 22 years old, he was physically very different, he was already corpulent but not like he is now - Miguel has a bodybuilder's physique today, I've seen his photos and he looked like a big and muscular boy, but not to this extreme, he had curly, messy hair, it was very dark black hair. Very handsome - I moved to Mexico City with my girlfriend, Azul, we were part of a band and wanted to try our luck in the city.

Azul was blonde, with green eyes, tall and very thin, with operated breasts and buttocks, beautiful, round and sang like an angel.

We were lucky and a manager became interested in us, started promoting us, and we were recording our first album. The band's money still didn't give us enough, so I worked from Monday to Thursday in a bar as a bartender.

One night I argued with the owner and quit, I felt terrible, so I went straight home... and found our manager on top of Azul, fucking her missionary style.

"Wait... wait" Martín interrupts, intrigued - describe the manager so we can imagine the story.

"Yes, Master" Miguel responds and continues with the story:

The manager was a 40-year-old man, a typical office man, tall, always dressed in a suit, with brown hair, white skin. He was very thin, one of those bodies that cling to the shirt and dress pants and look very elegant. Handsome and bearded, with a beard that was starting to turn gray.

Naked, he looked very different, his back was very long, it looked very wide, and his buttocks were very fleshy, they trembled like jelly as he fucked Azul, he had a hairless body and his buttocks were very white and almost hairless.

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