Submitting to Master Macho: Chapter 9

After Master Juan went to work in the morning, I attended to my chores. I had a lot of cleaning to do, because the week was almost over, which meant Master Macho was about to arrive. Master Juan wanted me to take care of the guest unit outside, which I would be moving into, together with Master Macho.

It was far more comfortable than I expected — a well-equipped large studio apartment. It had a full kitchenette with a stove, microwave, a full-size refrigerator, and a filter on the water tap. Of course it also had a private bathroom. In addition, there was an air conditioning unit, not an obvious amenity in Mexico City apartments. The bed was queen size and there was an extra single bed which could be pulled out from underneath it, like a drawer. That meant Master Macho could choose to have me with him in his large bed, or lower than him, beside his bed. I appreciated that option for being below him but not on the floor, as I wanted to sleep well.

I spent all morning cleaning. I used the broom and then mopped the floor. I scrubbed everything in the bathroom, including the floor, toilet, sink, and tiles. I also scrubbed the kitchenette clean and dusted all the shelves in the apartment. I was quite happy with the result by 1 p.m., and I could finally go out for lunch.

Before going out, I just had to douche, as per Master Juan's instructions. We had planned the day in advance and I had told him I wanted to have Mexican food. Since he picked a himbo outfit for me, I was nervous that it wouldn't be respectable enough for sitting at a restaurant. Restaurants don't normally like to seat patrons in very short shorts and string tank tops. Mexicans are more formal in their attire and there's no way my outfit could be tolerated. But Master Juan wanted to challenge me. He referred me to a restaurant where he knew the manager and he said I'd be fine if I'd ask for Jorge the manager.

Thankfully, douching didn't take too long. I was ready to leave the house by 2 p.m. dressed in the outfit Master Juan had picked for me.

I expected to arrive at a cheap joint, but it was actually quite fancy, with white tablecloths. The hostess looked me up and down disapprovingly. So instead of asking to be seated, I asked right away if I could see Jorge the manager. In the couple of minutes before he arrived I thought I couldn't be more embarrassed. I tried to keep myself busy with my phone because I couldn't bear looking up and meeting everyone’s  judging stares, including the hostess’s.

When the manager arrived, I introduced myself. "I believe Juan may have told you I might come," I said, hopefully. "You mean Master Juan," he snapped, and I replied "yes Sir," further embarrassed by his scolding. "Follow me," he instructed, as he walked down a side corridor.

Finally he stopped at the entrance of a storage room and he let me in. He entered right behind me and closed the door. "On your knees," he said, as he unzipped his pants. I wasn't sure he was my type, a little larger than I'd like, though not in very bad shape. But his dick was thick, and I realized I was salivating as soon as I saw it. As I was getting on my knees, I still dared ask, "umm, do I need to, uhh, I mean, uhh." I couldn't even ask a simple question anymore or protest his abruptness, though he did have a thick cock and I guess he was a friend of Master Juan.

"Of course you do, faggot," he said. "You're a very horny bitch, you want me to tell Master Juan you were a good little girl, and you're already drooling on the floor because you can't wait to have my thick cock in your mouth," he asserted as he stepped closer and dangled his thick cock in front of my face. "Say ahh, faggot!" he ordered.

I said "ahh," extending my tongue out, and he slapped his cock on it. My god, it was a thick and heavy cock! I inched closer and he slapped me.

"Beg for it, bitch!" he scolded me.

"Please Sir, may I suck your thick cock," I pleaded.

He spat on my face and then pushed his dick into my mouth. He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed in. "Open up, bitch," he ordered and pushed in and out, getting deeper into my throat with every thrust.

I was gagging in no time, but I was eager to accommodate his cock inside my throat. I wrapped my tongue around his cock, to give him maximum pleasure and show him I wanted it, even though I was struggling. He kept facefucking me, giving me only short breaks to breathe every now and then. Still, I loved the feeling of his cock on my tongue and of how it filled my mouth and throat. He used me like a sex toy.

I tried harder to align my throat and mouth so that he could thrust more easily deeper into my throat. I instinctively arched my back, which made me wish I were also getting fucked at the same time, but it was just the two of us there. I was completely in the zone when he came — thrusting harder into my mouth and suddenly leaking so much warm cum. He started pulling out in the middle of his big ejaculation. So much of his cum landed on my tongue…I could feel its taste and warmth.

"Good bitch," he said. "Stay here," he said. "One of my waiters will bring you some food."

"Thanks, Sir," I said. "Oh, how much is it?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it," he responded, "as long as we can use your hole. Have you douched?"

"Yes Sir," I said, only then realizing why Master Juan had instructed me to douche before going out for lunch.

"Good," he said. "You shouldn't suck cock after you eat, because we don't want you to puke, but there's no harm in fucking you shortly afterwards."

"Yes Sir," I acknowledged.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, a waiter arrived with a doggy bag. Better I guess to keep the food warm in case he wanted to use me first for a bit. And of course he did.

The waiter was a buff young guy. I wish I could have seen more of his muscles, but he was wearing a dress shirt. He just opened his fly and pulled out his cock. It was bigger than average but not as big as the manager's.

I got on my knees and started sucking. He was less aggressive than the manager. Instead of grabbing my head, he was actually caressing it. I loved it and I did my best to suck his cock well and please him. I tried to feel his muscles through his clothes, without overdoing it, so as not to wrinkle them. I wished I could feel his chest and biceps, but still, it felt nice.

As I sucked on his cock, I looked up and met his eyes. He was looking down at me, smiling. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned a couple of the lower buttons, revealing an incredible six-pack. I sucked deeper on his cock, and ran my hands over his abs. I felt so happy to serve him and I was grateful for his smile and acknowledgement that I was pleasing him. He moaned quietly and then I felt his cock pulsate. He came inside my mouth and I swallowed it all, making sure to lick his cock clean before he pulled out of my mouth.

"Thank you, Sir," I said after he pulled out.

"Thank you, cocksucker," he replied. "Here's your lunch," he said and handed me the doggy bag.

The doggy bag contained three different kinds of tacos, two enchiladas, a bottle of water, utensils, napkins, a few lube packets, and an anal condom, the kind you put inside the hole instead of on the cock. I took that as a hint to insert it once I was done. That would make it easy for any top, and less tight on his cock, compared to a regular condom. He could just push his cock into my hole, almost as though he were breeding me. He also handed me a control button, which this restaurant had on every table, to call a waiter when needed. He told me to press it when I was done.

Lunch was delicious and the portion was just right to satisfy my hunger without making me feel too full. I pressed the button and a young massive busboy entered two minutes later. He seemed very muscular and rough, his uniform a little stained. I handed him the doggy bag with all the trash but he just set it down by the door.

"Did you put the female condom in?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I replied.

"Good. Now take your shorts off and put this on," he said, as he pulled a pink lace garment out of his pocket.

I was already wearing black lace panties under my shorts, but I did as I was told and took both off. I put the pink panties on and realized that they were a kind of jockstrap, exposing my hole, while also being very feminine and transparent compared to most men's jockstraps, so you could also easily see my chastity cage through the panties.

He didn't waste any time and he pulled his dick out of his pants, came closer, and put his dick into my hole. His cock was average, but I loved feeling his big arms around me. He directed me to lie on my stomach and he then drilled harder and faster. It was an easier position for me too. I started to moan, but he put his big hand on my mouth to silence me. I tried to keep quiet, while focusing on taking his cock.

All of a sudden the door opened. I was so embarrassed for getting caught, until the guy who entered spoke, asking to join. It was the ripped waiter who had given me the food earlier. The massive busboy ordered me to get up and then he lay on his back. "Now sit on my cock, sissy," he ordered. I did as I was told, positioning myself on my knees, my back to him, with my legs spread apart on either side of him, and then I leaned back to get his dick in my hole. I adjusted my position to help him get the closest and deepest penetration into my hole. Then the ripped waiter crouched on his knees behind me and pushed his cock inside, joining the busboy to double-penetrate me.

For a moment, there was a lot of pressure inside my hole, but soon both men seemed comfortable and started fucking me together in a comfortable rhythm. It didn't hurt, it just made me feel very full and very used, especially as they both blurted expletives like "puta," "sissy bitch," and "take that you dirty whore." I loved knowing that I was being used by two muscular macho men and that both of them had their dicks in my ass at that moment. I guess they felt the strong friction too, because it didn't take them long until they came, mere seconds apart, their arms grabbing me more tightly when they came. I was so happy to please both of them.

The waiter pulled out first and got to his feet. He walked around to face me, his still engorged dick in front of me, covered in his cum. "Clean it, cocksucker," he ordered.

I took his cock into my mouth and licked it, tasting his cum once again and swallowing it. He pulled out and put his cock back into his pants.

The busboy lifted me off his dick and got out from under me and off the floor. He too came around then to offer me his cock for cleaning, while I was still on my knees. I sucked his cock, licking all the cum off it and swallowing it. While his cock was still in my mouth, I heard the waiter from behind me say, "you can leave now, sissy," and he left the storage room. The busboy finally pulled out of my mouth and patted my head fondly. "Good bitch," he said. "You can keep the pink panties," he added, as he put his cock back into his pants, picked up the doggy bag and also left the room.

I put my shorts back on, over my new pink jockstrap. I rolled the black panties into a ball inside my hand, hoping no one would notice it on my way out of the restaurant and back home.