The Day We Said Goodbye as Slaves and Lovers

The decision had been made: he was going to the other side of the Atlantic, to play in a professional league that, until a month ago, had seemed like an impossible dream.

Unai woke up alone in the big attic bed. Sunlight came in striped through the blinds, drawing golden bands across the tangled sheets, still warm from the others’ bodies. The sound of the shower on the other side of the wall finished waking him, a constant murmur that reminded him he wasn’t alone in this madness.

He stretched slowly. His body was still answering with a tingling sensation, a living memory of hands and mouths, of the night he had shared with Asier, Joseba, Markel, and Ekaitz. He got up naked, crossed the hallway, and went into the kitchen, where the smell of freshly made coffee floated in the air.

Joseba was standing by the counter, making toast, wearing only sweatpants slung low on his hips. His torso, carved by years of discipline, shone under the morning light.

“Good morning, champion,” he said, in that deep voice that always managed to calm Unai down. He brought him a cup and kissed him on the cheek. “Markel and Ekaitz left at dawn, went home. You were out like a light. We didn’t want to wake you.”

Unai smiled, still blushing from the memories, but with a calm he hadn’t felt in days.

“Thanks... again. You helped me switch off. It’s been a long time since I slept like that.”

Asier appeared fresh from the shower, a towel tied around his waist and his chest still dripping. Unai looked up and felt gratitude and fear knot together in his throat.

“Asier, Joseba... I’ve decided to accept the contract,” he said, his voice steady even though something inside him was shaking. “But only if you come with me. I don’t want to do it alone.”

The two men looked at each other for a second. Asier crossed the kitchen and held him tight, and Unai felt his young body tremble against that broad chest.

“Don’t even doubt it for a second,” Asier murmured. “We’re coming with you. It’s your dream, and seeing it come true is ours too.”

“We’re one,” Joseba added, his hand resting on Unai’s shoulder. “Let’s go for it.”

***

Getting everything organized was a whirlwind that lasted one single week. Joseba left the club where he had trained for half his life in the hands of a trusted assistant, with a tight knot in his chest every time he crossed the empty sports hall. Asier transferred his shop to Markel and Ekaitz as full partners, papers signed and half the ownership changing hands.

Unai decided to devote a whole day to his family. He arrived home with his heart pounding against his ribs and the worn bib still on, like a talisman carrying the whole journey. His mother was waiting at the door. She hugged him with a force that summed up years of endless shifts and silent sacrifices.

“My boy... I can’t believe it,” she whispered against his shoulder, her voice breaking.

Inside, in the small kitchen where they had shared so many hot soups and so many late-night conversations, he sat with her and his older brother. The walls were covered with old photos: Unai running through the village’s cobbled streets, his mother in her factory uniform. They talked for hours, alternating tears and laughter.

“Mom, it’s time to stop working,” he said, taking her rough hands in his. “With the contract and what I’m going to earn this year, you’ll have more than enough. Rest. And you, brother, leave the factory and finally dedicate yourself to photography. You’ve earned it.”

His mother cried openly.

“You were always my light, son... but I don’t want you going so far away for me.”

“I’m going for you, but for me too,” he answered, hugging her. “I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

***

Once the contract was signed, the news spread like wildfire. European media and social networks filled with headlines: “A local promise crosses the pond: genius or recklessness?” And, beneath them, the usual comments, the insinuations that hurt the most: “The mature couple and the manipulable kid — what’s really behind all this?”

Unai felt rage rise in his chest during a video call with his two men.

“Why is it always the same? Can’t they just let me be who I am?”

“It’s just noise, Unai,” Asier soothed him. “Your truth weighs more than theirs.”

“Use it as fuel,” Joseba added. “Out there, you’re going to shine brighter than all of them.”

Markel and Ekaitz found out in the shop, from Asier. They were thrilled like kids, but distance quickly dulled the smile on their faces.

“We’re going to miss you so much,” Ekaitz murmured, blushing.

While Asier was talking to them, something vibrated in Markel’s pocket, and he flinched, trying to hide it by biting his lip. Asier noticed.

“Markel, your phone’s ringing.”

“It’s not my phone,” he confessed, blushing but with his eyes lit up. “Ekaitz wanted to try new things and bought a vibrating toy. We drew lots and I lost, so I’ve been wearing it all afternoon. And the bastard keeps pressing the remote when I least expect it.”

Ekaitz pressed again, turning up the intensity. Markel’s knees went weak and a muffled moan slipped out of him, his eyes closing for a moment.

“Those two are a bomb,” Asier laughed. “I love that you don’t hold back about anything.”

***

A few days before they left, Markel called Asier with an unusual proposal.

“We want to say goodbye properly. One whole day as slaves, in a role-play game. Do whatever you want with us, in every sense.”

Asier talked it over that night with Joseba, voicing his doubts first.

“Is it healthy? Won’t it tie us more to them just now, when we’re leaving?”

Joseba, with the calm of someone who had been in a solid relationship for years, stroked the back of his neck.

“Let’s try something different before we go. It’s a goodbye, not a promise. Let’s accept.”

The boys’ apartment greeted them with the door slightly ajar and a charged silence. In the living room, Markel and Ekaitz were waiting curled up in a corner, wearing only black boxer briefs open at the back. Straps with rings cinched their necks, wrists, and ankles, and a gag kept them from speaking. A plug tail protruded from each of them, gray for Markel and blond for Ekaitz.

Asier and Joseba looked at each other, aroused by the kink, and took control of what the two boys were offering them. They started slowly, removing the gags with deliberate slowness, kissing swollen lips while whispering in their ears.

“Today you’re ours,” Asier said. “Obey and feel every touch.”

They tied them by the wrists to the wall rings. The tails vibrated inside them while a leather paddle came down on their buttocks, leaving red marks on sensitive skin. The muffled moans turned into pleas.

“More... please, punish us.”

Markel, with his slender, trembling body, was pampered after every blow: Asier’s tongue tracing the marks, his fingers circling the plug. Ekaitz, stronger, gave himself up under Joseba’s thrusts, arching with every push.

“Fuck me however you want,” Ekaitz gasped, obedient today.

A chain of pleasure took shape: Asier directed Joseba with his voice, Joseba fucked Ekaitz, and Markel was left in the middle, used but protected, Ekaitz’s mouth occupied with him and his fragile body trembling in prolonged ecstasy.

“Don’t stop,” Markel begged. “Give me more.”

The orgasms came long and messy. Markel came slowly, his body shaking. Joseba emptied himself inside Ekaitz with a dull growl. Asier finished on the two boys’ burning skin, marking them that way too.

***

They ended up spent on the rugs and cushions that Markel and Ekaitz had piled up like a nest. The dim light of the lamps wrapped the room in a veil that blurred the boundary between pleasure and tenderness.

Asier and Joseba reclined first against the low sofa, legs open, chests rising and falling in deep breaths. Markel and Ekaitz came closer with slow movements, their buttocks reddened, their eyes bright with gratitude and desire still not fully extinguished.

Joseba drew Ekaitz into his lap and kissed his sensitive lips softly, his hands kneading his tense shoulders and tracing slow patterns over the marks on his back.

“You were incredible, boy,” he murmured against his mouth. “Now feel how I take care of you, how I erase every trace.”

Ekaitz relaxed with a long sigh, his head resting on that hairy chest, his strong body fully surrendered.

Markel, on the other hand, sought out Asier like a pup looking for shelter. Without haste, he positioned himself between his open legs, trembling hands on the older man’s thighs, and lowered himself slowly until he guided Asier’s still-sensitive cock into his interior, open and lubricated by the game. He impaled himself in a slow motion, a broken moan escaping him as he felt full again, with no urgency, with an intimacy that made him feel complete.

He settled until he was sitting all the way down and curled up against Asier’s broad chest, his arms wrapped around him as if he never wanted to let him go. With tiny, deliberate contractions, he kept the erection inside him, tightening and loosening so it wouldn’t slip out, prolonging that warm union.

“I need to feel you like this,” he whispered. “Close, inside, protecting me.”

Then, with his cheek pressed to Asier’s neck, he added in a barely audible voice, loaded with tender envy:

“I’m so jealous of Unai... he’s going to be able to be like this with you whenever he wants, full of you. I only have this moment.”

Asier wrapped him in a firm embrace and kissed his sweaty forehead.

“You’re safe here, beautiful,” he murmured hoarsely against his ear. “Stay as long as you want. Feel how I hold you from within.”

The cock hardened again slowly inside him, because of the tight heat and closeness, in tiny movements that were more hug than thrust.

Ekaitz and Joseba watched them with knowing smiles, their hands intertwined. Ekaitz leaned in to kiss Markel’s shoulder.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” he said, mischievous and tender at the same time. “Like a puppy in his nest.”

The four of them stayed like that a long while, exchanging soft kisses and caresses over still-sensitive skin, passing fresh water and fruit from hand to hand, wiping sweat with damp towels. Between whispers, they let the goodbyes drift.

“This has been unforgettable,” Ekaitz said, his voice rough.

“We’ll always carry you with us,” Markel added, a sob of restrained emotion trembling in Asier’s neck.

***

While the four of them wove that farewell, Unai made the most of his last day with his family. He convinced his mother to leave the factory and let herself be cared for. His brother hung up his work overalls and finally started as a photographer, a vocation he had been postponing for years.

Unai carried conflicting emotions: the guilt of leaving behind the village that had seen him grow up free, the cobbled streets, the root of everything he was. But also an excitement that his chest could barely contain for the challenges ahead and for the reunion, on the other side of the ocean, with Liam, the man waiting for him there.

The whole village went wild with the farewell. There were parties, banners, neighbors moved to see one of their own go so far.

“Our boy in the bib, off to the world,” they said, amid shared tears.

And Unai, with his suitcase packed and the bib tucked deep in his luggage, knew he was leaving with everything he was carrying on his shoulders, but also with all of them inside him.