"Take the dogs to the house, lock them all in the dungeon, tell José to come immediately, you also go back with him," I tell Juan. I must admit, I'm nervous, this could get out of control.

Mario arrives in his truck accompanied by his foreman, I welcome him at the entrance,

Mario: "How have you been, old man, it's been over a year since I last saw you."

"Dear Mario, I'm very well, as you can see, the land has yielded good fruits, and the harvest is the best I've had in years. These dogs know their work well, they are my most loyal servants," I reply.

Mario: "How nice to hear that, I wish I could say the same, but this year I only got some skinny dogs, they can barely lift a basket at once, they are only good for sucking my cock, those fucking faggots!", he says,

"Don't worry, that's why we're partners, to support each other. Wait until you see what I have for you, come with me to my cellar, be careful, the floor is wet," I say.

His foreman takes off his shirt and throws it on the ground, squats down and advances centered on making sure his Master doesn't dirty his shoes, until he reaches the cellar wall, where I have my merchandise ready for sale.

"As you can see, I have selected my best dogs, the thickest, most muscular and submissive. They withstand the whip's blows, you can make them work while they carry you on their shoulder," I say with grace,

Mario: "It's a beauty, you're lucky to have these beasts, you must have gotten the harvest of a whole year in these months," He says while clapping the thighs of each slave hanging on the wall, touching their cocks and balls gently.

Then José arrives, almost running, adjusting his shirt, agitated, but very well-groomed, fixing his jeans to be perfectly presentable.

José: "My Lord called for me," he asks me,

"Yes, José, greet Mario, you already know him, you will go with him to tame his beasts and improve his harvest. You will do everything he asks you, without disobeying, he will be your Master for these two weeks," I tell José,

José: "Yes, my Lord," he goes to Mario and kneels before him saying, "At your service, my Lord," then kisses his shoes.

Mario: "Get up, shit, and bring something strong to drink," he shouts dominantly.

José: "Yes, my Lord," and runs back to the house to obey his order.

Mario: "Foreman! pick up and put on your shirt, accompany José for the drinks." "At your command, boss," the foreman replies.

"What do you think of these beasts, Mario?" I ask.

Mario: "Hmm, these buffoons seem interesting, but can they withstand physical punishment?" he asks me,

"I already told you, their strong backs can carry baskets of 50 kilos and don't flinch when whipped," I reply,

Mario: "Good, good, I want to inspect each one, let's start with N°1, I like his skin tone, he will look very good when he's more colored," he says,