Since I arrived at the house, I've been horny and constantly wetting my underwear. Today, the man had me work in his room, cleaning everything and organizing his clothes. Afterward, he had me get into the bathtub and urinated on me at close range. I swallowed as much as I could, then he fucked me with a condom in the same bathtub. He came, seeming tired.

After passing through the bathroom again, he lay down on the bed in my room and I gave him a good foot massage. I love his feet. When I finished, he stayed there, watching something on his phone as usual, while I adored his feet.

Then, I dared to ask if I could invite someone over. He didn't look pleased. He stared at me, seeming angry, and said, "You want an active top?"

"Yes, sir, please."

"You know the rules, no visitors allowed."

"Yes, sorry, sorry, sir."

We remained in silence, me adoring his feet and legs. He lay on his back, and I understood he wanted me to continue massaging his legs, back, buttocks, and anus. I even dared to insert a finger until he said, "Ah!" I massaged his back, thighs, and we spent almost an hour like that. He seemed to fall asleep a bit. I lay down on the bed too and picked up the phone, unlocking it.

The master turned around, looking at me, "What are you doing? Looking for a top?"

"Please, sir. I have messages from before I met you. Please."

"Okay. Find one and show me, first show me."

I opened the app. Since I arrived in the country, I'd had many messages from active tops. The problem was always the same - the location. I was in a small hotel and visits weren't allowed. I'd spoken to several and told them to wait until the following week when I planned to move into an apartment. But plans changed; I met my master and was in his Airbnb room.

I searched and found one who was online. He'd sent me a message that morning, but I hadn't seen it. I didn't know what to say; my master hadn't authorized me yet.

"Hello, are you free?" it said.

"Yes, I'm free now. Do you want to come over?"

"Where?"

"In the center, I'm at my master's house. It's a B&B."

"Send me pictures of him."

I asked my master, "Sir, he's asking for pictures of you."

"No," he replied firmly.

"I told him you don't want to send pictures, but you're 27, active, and handsome. But he won't participate."

"Okay, ask him if he can come."

The master took my phone, looked at the profile, and saw two photos the young man had sent. He was very handsome.

He's a 190cm, 106kg, 22-year-old top.

"This one is a sex worker. Ask him," my master said.

"Are you a sex worker?"

"I don't need your money, lol. I do it for fun. That's why I want your ass clean and smelling good."

I showed my master the message, and he nodded reluctantly.

"Let him come."

"You can come."

"Okay, ...