It's a rainy and cold afternoon, after having slept all morning we hope it gets dark to go to the concert.

It's the ideal and intimate moment for Miguel to continue with his story.

"The dogs are cold," says Lucas, looking at me shiver a bit from the weather, sitting naked on the floor.

Martín brings some ropes and ties my hands and feet to the floor, then tells Octavio to hug me and ties him to my body; we end up lying side by side, hugging. My head rests against Octavio's smooth and hard chest, and I take the opportunity to rest a bit on his body. He smells slightly of sweat and that unique aroma of his that makes me wet... they put ball gags in our mouths and we both drool uncontrollably, our saliva moistening each other as it drips.

Miguel continues telling us his story.

"Azul wasn't very happy to include me in her sexual encounters... but she agreed that the three of us could meet.

When we called Fabián on the phone, he said he wanted to talk to me first, so I went to his office; without much preamble, he offered me a job, knowing that I had quit the bar and that was why I had arrived earlier.

"What would I have to do?" I asked somewhat contrarily, as I wanted sex and he was offering me something else.

"I want you to be my personal slave," he said, not sugarcoating things—"that way, it would make sense for me to fuck your girlfriend in front of you."

"And what would I have to do?" I asked intrigued, although spending hours locked in an office didn't really appeal to me.

"Obey me in everything," Fabián replied, lighting a cigarette and leaning back in his chair—"undress."

I stood up and took off my clothes; there was something in the way he was giving me orders that excited me a lot. I was left in boxers, looking at him with some nervousness.

"I said undress; are you naked?" he asked, tapping his cigarette. I immediately pulled down my boxers, my cock reacting and getting semi-erect, and I covered it out of fear that he would see how excited I was by what he was ordering me to do.

"Put your hands on your head," he ordered, and I obeyed slowly; in that position, I had no way to hide anything.

Fabián pushed his chair back and pointed to his shoes—"I want you to take off my shoes and give me a foot massage"—I obeyed; his feet smelled very strong; any of yours would smell like flowers at their worst compared to Fabián's foot odor.

"See, it's not that difficult?" he said, smiling at me. I looked at him a bit and kept massaging; his feet were very long, thin, with perfectly trimmed toenails and soft soles...

That day I got home smelling like his feet and fucked Azul, bringing my palm to my face to excite myself.

On the first day of work, he ordered me to undress again—"from now on, without me telling you, I want you to wait for me naked in the office as soon as you arrive." My start t...