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I spent they nex three weeks traveling, and it was wonderful because of everything I saw. But I also felt a constant unease, a deep anxiety about returning to Pablo's house (that's a pseudonym, to protect his anonymity). On the one hand, I was completely overwhelmed by the prospect of having sex with him again. On the other hand, if I thought about it rationally, spending a weekend as a slave to a stranger was insane. But I still decided to return to his city and accept his terms. When I arrived, he was waiting for me at the terminal, but this time without his bicycle. And again, that smile, so captivating, capable of overshadowing his incredible physique (How was that even possible?). "I'm so glad you came, you won't regret it." And again, that hug... "We're taking a taxi today; with that backpack, a bike ride would be very uncomfortable." During the taxi ride, I looked at his muscular legs, covered in such sparse and fine blond hair that was barely visible. That alone was enough to get me hard. Or did I get hard when he hugged me? He asked a few general questions, and we chatted about the trip, but I was nervous and excited at the same time. When we got inside his house, he hugged me and kissed me again, his tongue meeting mine; I was in heaven. When that heavenly kiss and hug ended, he touched my crotch and said: "You've been making a scene since the bus terminal. But now there's something very important we need to discuss." He brought out a piece of paper. It was the result of an HIV test, negative, taken a week prior. "As you can see, I'm clean. I need to know if you are too. Consider the trust I'm placing in this." "I'm clean too. I got tested right before the trip. Obviously, I don't have the results. During the trip, I was only with two guys, always wearing condoms." "OK." "Thank you for your trust." "Now, let's fulfill our agreement! First, get undressed and give me all your things." Something in my head screamed at me not to do it; it was madness. I was abroad, no one knew where, with a stranger, and I was about to put myself completely in his hands. Any sane person would have run for the hills. But this show of trust from him was, somehow, reassuring. I undressed quickly; it was summer, and I wasn't wearing much. And sure enough, I had a massive erection. Pablo stayed dressed, but it was obvious he was hard too. He took all my things—backpack, clothes, passport, wallet, phone, everything—and put them inside a wardrobe, which he locked, and put the key on a small chain he was wearing around his neck. I was distracted, thinking that he hadn't been wearing that chain before. "We're going to establish a safe word. If you say it, we stop everything, but you're also going to pack your things and leave. And there's no interview." "OK. The word is Madrid." "Good. If I hear 'Madrid,' it's all over. Now you're going to learn what the display is." "I read a bit online about the master/slave relationship. I know what it's about." "Then you should have already done it . You'll get extra punishment for that later." I got into the position with my hands clasped behind my neck and my feet slightly apart, about shoulder-width. He circled me, and I felt like a lamb surrounded by a wolf. I thought it was a bit ironic: when I first arrived at his house, I thought I was going to fuck him hard, and now we were like this..." A few kicks to my ankles (not hard, but enough to make my foot swerve) snapped me out of my reverie. My legs were now much wider apart. He went to the coffee table and picked up Mr. M's bag. "So you were interested in this bag? Now you're going to find out firsthand how its contents are used." He took out a pair of handcuffs and put them on me, just like they do in the movies. He lowered one hand first and pressed upward, which immobilizes you. When he went to lower the second hand, something told me, "This is your last chance, you have to get out of this NOW!" But I didn't do anything. The second "click" echoed in my ears like a thunderclap, and I was in a trance. A light slap to the groin brought me back to reality. "I'm talking to you! When I tell you something, you have to answer right away! From now on, I'm SIR. 'Yes, sir,' 'No, sir.'" I'm telling you one last time: On your knees! "Yes, sir." He pulled down his shorts and I immediately started sucking his cock. Ugh, and seeing those blond hairs again, the ones that turned me on so much. He shoved it all the way very fast, and now those hairs were touching my nose. I'm not used to that, and I started to feel a reflex of rejection, wanting to pull away a little, but his hands, firmly holding my head, prevented me. I don't know how long that lasted, but it felt like an eternity. When he let go, I pulled away coughing and tearing up, drooling like crazy. He repeated that several times. By the end, I wasn't choking as much, but it was still difficult. He continued fucking my mouth quite roughly until he came. "Swallow it all and then lick me clean. I don't want a single drop to fall." I did it with great concentration and care; I enjoyed doing it. Then he grabbed me by my armpits, helped me to stand up, and said: "I loved fucking your mouth! And you loved it too." And he grabbed my cock, which was hard as a rock. "See, you love it? Now we're going to change these handcuffs for some leather ones, Mr. M's toys." That's when I realized how much metal handcuffs hurt. Up until that moment, I'd been so focused on breathing and surviving that I hadn't noticed how much they hurt. First, he put on the leather ones, locked them with something (I guess it was a padlock, because he added another small key to the chain around his neck), then removed the metal ones. What a relief! I felt like rubbing my wrists, but obviously I couldn't. Then came another important moment: he took a black butt plug out of the bag, saying: "Were you interested in that bag? You're getting to know its contents." "Yes, sir." "You learn fast, but with a strict Master, that wouldn't be enough." I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent. He brought some lube, put a good amount on the plug, and made me turn around. When he put it in my slit, I felt a shiver. "Relax! This is the smallest one, besides, you'll thank me later. And you're enjoying this, you're still hard." I tried to relax and let him in. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world either, although when the thickest part was fully inserted, I felt like nothing was going to be able to take it out. Once I got past that, I had to walk (I would have stayed still, but he made me). I realized it wasn't as bad as I had imagined. You feel like you have something in there, but it doesn't hurt. And I was still hard... He put a collar on me. I realized it wasn't leather, but neoprene or something like that. It fit snugly but wasn't tight. It wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't choking me either. The problem started when he tied my wrists to the collar, obviously behind my back and quite tightly. It hurts in my elbows, my shoulders, maybe my shoulder blades—everything hurts. If you loosen the tension in your shoulders, it becomes very difficult to breathe; if you loosen it in your neck, it hurts even more in your shoulders. He left the room and took a while to come back. I don't know how long I was like that; I started to get paranoid. "What if he's a serial killer like in the movies? Nobody knows I'm here, I'm an idiot." And things like that. He came back after a while, naked, his body magnificent. His tanned skin contrasted with the white tan line of his shorts. Everything about him was wonderful, but there was no smile. And now there were those two small keys between his chest. I don't know what attracted me more, the urge to take them to free myself, or their gleam between his beautiful pecs. Everything about him is perfectly proportioned and firm; But not the bodybuilder type, more like bulky (not steroid-enhanced) and well-defined muscles. "Uhhhh!!!!! Your little dick went down!" I looked down and it was true, I'd lost my erection, but I think my penis is bigger than his. I was going to tell him that, but then I thought, better to keep quiet. He started jerking me off, and I was super hard again right away. He kept his hand still, but holding my cock, and without thinking, I started moving my hips like I was fucking his hand. That lasted a little while, and then he let go, saying, "You didn't come here to have free fun, you have to earn it first." He let My cock go, and for a few seconds I kept doing the movement, ridiculously fucking nothing. His laughter made me feel really stupid. He started circling me again, pinching, touching, caressing, patting. I think that went on for quite a while. Then I said, "I'm dying of thirst, sir." I immediately felt, "Bam!" A split second later, my buttocks were on fire. I don't know what he hit me with, but he obviously had something handy that I hadn't seen. "Don't talk!" "Damn! That burned!" I thought " OK, that's clear". I'd better keep quiet and wait for him to give me something to drink. He went out and came back with a glass of water, took a sip, and left the rest on the coffe table. I was licking my lips, but I didn't say anything. "You're learning fast." He put a blindfold over me, and the paranoia returned. My erection subsided again; he jerked me off a little, and I got hard again. Pulling on my penis, he made me walk around the house. Suddenly, I felt fresh air; the floor was different, rougher. Had we gone out into the garden? Could the neighbors see me? Maybe it was nighttime; I had lost track of time. I wasn't just thirsty, I was hungry too. It's probably nighttime, but I have no idea what time it is. I'm standing on grass; it's wet perhaps from the night's dew. If we're in the garden, I could try to escape. But where to? Absurd thoughts. He squeezes my penis a little harder, and I start fucking his hand again. He lets go, and once more I'm fucking in the air. He takes my balls with light pressure, not crushing them, but letting me know who's in charge. He whispers in my ear: "I'm going to fuck you today!" A shiver runs down my spine. I don't know if it's from the cool night air, for fear, or for excitement... My cock, is harder than a rock... We go back inside, still guided by his fist holding my balls. He closes the window we came in through. He puts a glass to my mouth, lets me take a sip of water, but I barely drink anything; most of it spills down the sides. It's very little, but it tastes delicious. I want more, but he doesn't give me any. I don't dare say anything. I hear him open a door. Maybe the closet with my things? He closes and locks it again. He touches my mouth with some cloth, and I understand he's going to gag me. I open my mouth, and he puts something in, maybe my own underwear. When he finishes, I don't know why, but I try to kiss the fingers that are still touching my mouth. He likes that. I don't know how I know it, but I do. He puts something like a tie or something in my mouth, makes me bite down, and ties it tightly behind my head. I suppose it's so I can't spit out what he put in my mouth earlier. That pushes the other piece of cloth further in, and it all dries my mouth out a lot again. I feel him open a door; he takes me to another room. I suppose it's the hallway, but I'm not sure. He closes the door. I think I was alone for a few minutes, maybe many. I'm tired; I've been standing for hours; I don't know how many, but my legs feel it. He comes back with something that makes a metallic clang. Chains? He says to me: "You deserved punishment for not putting yourself on display as soon as you undressed." Is he going to whip me with the chains? I try to say something, to scream no. Only guttural, incoherent sounds come out. I try to take off the handcuffs, obviously I can't; they're suffocating me. I go into a kind of panic, I want to run, I bump into something. He slaps me and tells me to calm down. The panic subsides, but I'm still very scared. He takes off the blindfold. He looks at me very closely. Large eyes, the color is between blue and gray, a very strange color. " "Calm down. I told you I wasn't going to do anything extreme. Breathe deeply and slowly; I'll guide you." Holding my cheeks in his hands, gently cupping my face, we breathe together slowly, deeply. He kisses my forehead (I feel the chain with the keys touching my face) then my cheeks. He hugs me (a little awkwardly because of the handcuffs and collar) and I feel comforted. I calm down and finally, strangely, I feel I'm in good hands. He removes the gag, I spit out the other piece of fabric, I see it's underwear, but not mine. I see it's a jockstrap. He had put one of his in my mouth, which gives me another erection. He puts a straw in my mouth; it's a shake, like the ones at the gym, vanilla flavored. "You're going to need some energy." I finish drinking it and he gags me again right away. "Nothing serious is going to happen. You have the safe word. Now that you're gagged, you won't be able to say it. Instead, you have to say "aha-aha-aha" several times. I'll understand." I feel safe again, there's a kind of horny, sado-masochist, but affectionate feeling; I feel like he's all man, pure macho, and at the same time like a teddy bear, all tenderness. I'm calm again. He hugs me. I've never felt such firmness and warmth at the same time. "Are you sure you want to continue?" I think about it for a few moments. I nod. He strokes my head, ruffling my hair like a child's. He blindfolds me. I'm standing there, and he hits me three times on the buttocks again, I think with the same instrument as before. It burns like hell. But I'm determined to endure it (I don't know why), but I'm going to show him I'm just as manly as he is, and that I can take it. So I stifle my urge to scream (I wouldn't scream much through the gag, but I still want to suppress it). It's a stupid way of thinking, but that's what I thought at the time. He puts shackles on my ankles (that was the sound of chains). He grabs my balls again and starts leading me, once more walking blindfolded through the house. We go down a staircase. I do it very slow and carefully. Finally, we arrive; the floor is cold. He makes me stop at some point, it's cooler downstairs, rather cold. The whole thing is a bit intimidating. He takes off the blindfold; the light bothers me. Little by little, I adjust. He pulls the butt plug out almost in one swift motion; the sensation is very strange. He makes me smell it, which is naturally unpleasant. Then he says: "This is unacceptable." He brings over a bag with a cannula. Although I've never used one before, it's obviously an enema kit. "Wash yourself thoroughly. And you're going to keep doing this until the water runs completely clear." He removes the handcuffs, but not the collar. Then he puts a weight on my scrotum. And he sends me to the bathroom, which is quite old, a bit run-down, and has no door. Obviously, he hasn't renovated this part of the house yet. I clean myself with the equipment. It's not pleasant, but I imagined it would be worse. The hardest part is the water temperature. There's only cold water, and that makes the sensation in my stomach quite uncomfortable. By the fourth time, the water is clean, but just in case, I do it one more time, though it was a real effort of willpower. The weight that hangs from My balls is quite bothersome during the whole process. I clean the entire bathroom to avoid leaving any traces and wash my hands thoroughly. I go back to the lounge; it's like a gym, but a bit strange. There hasn't been any renovation here either. I get into display position. "Okay, now for a shower. I don't like dirty slaves." I I step into the shower in that old, dilapidated bathroom. The water is freezing cold. He sits and watches me shower. I do it quickly and finish as soon as possible because I'm cold. "No. No. I don't think you're clean enough. Shower again." I was about to tell him it wasn't necessary, but as I opened my mouth, I remembered it's better to say nothing. He stands up, takes the weight that was tied to his testicles, and starts pulling hard. "Do you have anything to say?" "No, sir." "Good. Now take another shower until I tell you you're ready, and then wash the butt plug thoroughly." He takes the weight out of my balls. When I finished, he inspected it again and put the butplug back on, this time faster. Thank God, he used plenty of gel. The shower had been very long; I was shivering. He fastens the handcuffs behind my back and we go upstairs. He leaves again; the air is warmer here, but I'm still trembling. He comes back a while later, when I'm almost dry. He takes off the shackles and we go to his bed. He lays me down on my back, my head hanging off the edge of the bed. My hands cuffed behind my back are very uncomfortable. He slaps my balls and asks: "Any problem?" "No, sir." And then he puts his cock in my mouth again. I like it. It's intimidating, but I like the feeling. It's not the first time I've had my mouth fucked like this; it's difficult, but it's very arousing. He quickly reaches the back of my throat. I have the urge to escape, but I can't. I jerk my body from side to side, the movements are almost involuntary. Another slap on the balls. "Stop it!" I try to relax; with each thrust, his balls hit my nose. My eyes water. He grabs my cock. It's hard. "See? You like it, you faggot!" He pulls his dick out of my mouth. What a relief! I can't believe I'm so turned on. How can I like this? He turns me around, positions me on the bed, and takes out the butt plug (when he does, I felt a very strange emptiness, like I'd shitted myself; that scared and embarrassed me a lot, but obviously that hadn't happened—after the enema, I was completely empty), and says: "Now I'm going to fuck you!" My cock twitched. He went in very slowly, with a lot of lube, and even gently, I'd say. Anyway, that wasn't easy. It hurts, but there was also something I liked about knowing he was possessing me. My erection subsided a little, but not completely. He went in a little, and sropped; several times, until he was completely in me. I was overwhelmed, justo for thinking that. After a while, he began thrusting, gently at first but then it intensified more and more; until his pace was frantic, but at one point he stopped, his penis completely inside me. I think he was about to cum, but he held back to avoid ejaculating. Then the rhythm increased, and I felt him have an orgasm. At that moment, we were both lying on our sides. He put an arm around me and took my cock, which was now fully erect. He started masturbating me while his was still (semi-erect) inside me. "You're enjoying this like crazy!" He released me without letting me finish. I was exhausted. He hugged me, and I drifted off to sleep..