Mr. Alexandro Cabrera requested my (Bastian Karim) services once again, and it’s always gratifying to be appreciated by a returning client. However, visiting familiar clients also comes with a sense of the unknown, especially when dealing with high-powered individuals like Mr. Cabrera. The Mafia sets clear boundaries, and crossing them could have severe consequences. My role is simply to follow instructions, but I never know what limits have been negotiated or if they align with my own.
This time, Mr. Cabrera surprised me. Instead of immediately ordering me to undress, he invited me to sit down and served me coffee. He mentioned he had a proposition to discuss, which made my heart race. Navigating the delicate balance between pleasing my clients and staying loyal to the Mafia is a constant tightrope walk.
It turned out that Mr. Cabrera wanted to set up a regular appointment, which I was more than happy to accommodate. He’s an attractive man with a generous endowment and a pleasant demeanor, making our encounters far from unpleasant.
Mr. Cabrera, being a businessman, likes to own things. He understands that I am ultimately owned by the Mafia, but he enjoys the fantasy of purchasing me for himself. He goes through the motions of serving coffee, making a proposal I can’t refuse, and shaking my hand as if a real negotiation has taken place. He offers generous compensation, which I can accept as long as it doesn’t compromise my loyalty to my true owners.
This charade isn’t for my benefit, though I hope he finds me worth the effort. It’s for his own satisfaction, fueling the fantasy that he has bought me and that I belong to him, even if it’s just for one afternoon a month. After our handshake and the formality of clearing the coffee table, he undresses me and kisses me with an unmistakable hunger. In that moment, he reveals his true desire: I am not just a luxury he has acquired, but a craving he cannot resist.
I suspect his wife barely consents to his advances, let alone the acts he enjoys with me. But I provide what he needs—allowing him to grab my head and force his thick cock deep into my throat until I choke and gag, drool dripping down my chest. I do this and more for him because, in those moments, I know I am the one thing in his life he allows himself to truly need.
Stag Homme
BASTIAN UNCOVERED VOLUME 5 Chapter 21 – The Offer
Mr. Alexandro Cabrera requested my (Bastian Karim) services once again, and it’s always gratifying to be appreciated by a returning client. However, visiting familiar clients also comes with a sense of the unknown, especially when dealing with high-powered individuals like Mr. Cabrera. The Mafia sets clear boundaries, and crossing them could have severe consequences. My role is simply to follow instructions, but I never know what limits have been negotiated or if they align with my own.
This time, Mr. Cabrera surprised me. Instead of immediately ordering me to undress, he invited me to sit down and served me coffee. He mentioned he had a proposition to discuss, which made my heart race. Navigating the delicate balance between pleasing my clients and staying loyal to the Mafia is a constant tightrope walk.
It turned out that Mr. Cabrera wanted to set up a regular appointment, which I was more than happy to accommodate. He’s an attractive man with a generous endowment and a pleasant demeanor, making our encounters far from unpleasant.
Mr. Cabrera, being a businessman, likes to own things. He understands that I am ultimately owned by the Mafia, but he enjoys the fantasy of purchasing me for himself. He goes through the motions of serving coffee, making a proposal I can’t refuse, and shaking my hand as if a real negotiation has taken place. He offers generous compensation, which I can accept as long as it doesn’t compromise my loyalty to my true owners.
This charade isn’t for my benefit, though I hope he finds me worth the effort. It’s for his own satisfaction, fueling the fantasy that he has bought me and that I belong to him, even if it’s just for one afternoon a month. After our handshake and the formality of clearing the coffee table, he undresses me and kisses me with an unmistakable hunger. In that moment, he reveals his true desire: I am not just a luxury he has acquired, but a craving he cannot resist.
I suspect his wife barely consents to his advances, let alone the acts he enjoys with me. But I provide what he needs—allowing him to grab my head and force his thick cock deep into my throat until I choke and gag, drool dripping down my chest. I do this and more for him because, in those moments, I know I am the one thing in his life he allows himself to truly need.