The Band in Locktober / October 11

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 time was at seven-thirty, and he always arrived at eight and expected to see me naked standing in front of his desk with my hands on my head.

At first, I was very scared that someone would walk in and see me, but as I began to understand the office dynamics, I realized that would never happen.

Fabián stopped visiting Azul for a month, the first two weeks of my job; I was basically a messenger delivering things to other offices and accompanied him to his meetings taking notes. My job wasn't important except for the half hour each day I spent giving him foot massages.

When the second week ended, one morning he found me naked, as always; he sat at the desk and took out a lace thong, a woman's—"from now on, I want you to wear this under your clothes; I don't want to see you wearing men's underwear again," he told me.

Wearing a thong under my suit was torture; it pinched, irritated, got stuck, and I had to be readjusting it all the time, not to mention my cock, which really felt uncomfortable in that garment.

I told Azul everything and arrived every night to wash my thong while telling her what had happened in the office. Fabián knew what he was doing, and Azul was more interested in him fucking her than in what he was doing to me at work.

When the month he had her in abstinence ended, he showed up at home unannounced—"I want you to put on the clothes you wear at work," he said. I felt a bit embarrassed, but since Azul knew everything, I undressed and put on the thong in front of both of them.

"You look pretty, love," Azul said, smiling at me and squeezing my butt.

"Well, I think now the hierarchies between us are clear," said Fabián—"she is your wife, you are my slave, and everything that belongs to the slave belongs to his Master." Azul and I fell silent; my cock grew inside the thong, and Fabián noticed—"I want you to beg me to fuck your girlfriend," he said.

"Please, I beg you to fuck her," I said without thinking twice.

"No, no; I want you to plead like a slave," he told me.

I knelt—"please, Master, I want you to fuck my girlfriend"—I said.

"Beg me more," he said, and I moved closer to his leg—"please, Master, I beg you, I plead with you, I give you my wife to give her pleasure and make her happy."

Fabián pulled out his cock—"prepare me," he ordered, and I immediately opened my mouth and took his cock into it... during the month I had been working with Fabián, he had never ordered me to suck his cock, nor had we done anything sexual... not because I didn't want to, but because he seemed uninterested... today I realize it was his way of warming me up; he had created so much sexual tension between us that now I wouldn't say no to anything.

Kneeling in the doorway, I saw how Fabián finally gave Azul what she wanted; I heard her moan like never before... I realized he was giving her much better pleasure than I did... but I didn't feel bad about it; on the contrary, I felt that with my slavery I had gotten my wife a very high-quality lover...

He made me suck his cock after fucking her, and then he took a step further—"now I want you to come next to her; I'm going to fuck you both"—I didn't expect it, and the idea seemed unpleasant, but Azul jumped for joy... this time more resigned than willing, I got on all fours, with my lace thong buried between my buttocks.

Azul kissed me; she was on all fours next to me—"I love seeing you like this," she said, and Fabián inserted his fingers into both of us at the same time, into my ass and into her pussy, she started moaning, and I felt comfortable enough to moan too.

His cock entered me slowly, and I felt like I was going to shit... my mind exploded thinking of a thousand things, Azul's moans made me so hot that I endured him going all the way in... he started moving gently back and forth... Azul didn't stop moaning, and I felt her wetness on the mattress under my knees. Then Fabián sped up and sped up, pulling out of me and putting it into her... he fingered me while fucking her—"turn around, slave; I want you to swallow my semen," he ordered, I turned, opened my mouth, and he shoved his cock in; he literally took my face while holding the back of my neck... suddenly he stopped and let out a loud moan... I felt his cum entering my throat... Azul looked at me excited... she kissed me when Fabián pulled his cock out of my mouth and I shared my Master's cum with her...

That was the first of many nights of submission, each one more humiliating for me: sometimes he made me lick his feet while Azul rode him, other times he tied me up and didn't let me interact with them...

"Well, when does Lucas come into the story?" Martín asks impatiently.

"Oh, wait, damn it," says Lucas, "don't be anxious..."

"Well, I just want to know," Martín replies.

"We were all three together for about three months. Then Azul got hooked on another manager who promised to launch her as a solo artist..."

"Typical," says Martín.

"The dynamic between Fabián and me cooled off... although I continued to work for him, he occasionally told me it no longer made sense for me to wait for him naked, and then... one day he said he wanted to sell me."

"Guys, it's seven; Cristóbal will be here with dinner any minute," Lucas says, untieing us.

"Go shower because you smell like drool, and we need to be ready when he arrives," he ordered, and Octavio and I went into our rooms to shower.