What Happened in the Hotel Sauna Changed Everything

The deal was signed shortly after five in the afternoon, but the celebration was still pending. Sebastián left the boardroom with his jaw clenched and his tie loosened by a finger’s width. He smiled at the Germans. He didn’t look at Octavio, his right-hand man.

—You two go to the hotel gym —he ordered when the three of us were alone in the elevator—. I’m having dinner with Klaus. I’ll come up afterward.

—Just you and him? —Octavio asked, trying not to show his irritation.

—Just me and him —Sebastián repeated, and the conversation ended there.

I didn’t open my mouth. I’d been in Frankfurt for three days, carrying folders, serving coffee, and playing the part of the model personal assistant. The only gym clothes I’d packed were a pair of black leggings, which wasn’t ideal considering what I was wearing underneath. Sebastián knew it. Sebastián always knew.

***

The hotel gym was practically empty. Two older men walked on treadmills without speaking to each other. Octavio stationed himself in the weights area with a thoroughly sour expression and started loading the bar with more weight than he needed. I went to the other end, to the guided machines, trying to keep the lycra from outlining the metal cage. Impossible. Anyone paying even a little attention was going to notice the strange bulge at pubic level.

He lasted ten minutes before coming to find me. He stood beside my machine with a pair of dumbbells in his hand and his tank top plastered to his sweaty chest.

—Do you think the way he treated me today was fair? —he blurted without saying hello—. I’ve been busting my ass over this contract for six months. He went completely crazy over a comma.

—Octavio, I don’t understand contracts in German. I barely understand them in English. I’m not the person you need to talk to about this.

—Right, I forgot. You’re only here to serve him coffee and open his folders. —His voice dropped half an octave—. What the fuck are you wearing under there, by the way? It looks weird.

—None of your business.

—Are you his boyfriend? His bitch? Both? People at the office are taking bets. The fags are clapping and the women are crying because it turns out the boss let them all get away with everything for a cock.

I got up from the machine and left him talking to himself. If I stayed another minute, I was going to say something I couldn’t take back afterward. I left the gym without looking back and went into the changing rooms. I wanted to spend five minutes in the sauna, shower, and go upstairs.

***

There were two other men in the sauna, speaking quietly in some Eastern language. I sat on the top bench with the towel wrapped tightly around me, closed my eyes, and breathed in the dry air. My skin began to relax. I thought about Sebastián having dinner with the German at that very moment, about the shark’s smile he wore when he closed a deal that suited him.

The door opened and someone new came in. I didn’t want to open my eyes. The two Eastern European men said goodbye in their language and left. Only then did I hear his voice.

—Nice towel.

Octavio. Sitting on the lower bench directly opposite me, also with a towel around his waist and his cock sticking out half a foot, clearly hard, thick, and veined, showing over the edge of the towel like a purple-headed monster already leaking a thick drop from the tip.

—Go fuck yourself, Octavio.

—Relax, I don’t bite. —He stood up and yanked the towel away from me. The cage was exposed, gleaming beneath the sauna’s yellowish light. His face showed pure satisfaction—. Look at this. I thought it was an urban legend. He’s got your cock locked up, you bastard. You don’t even jerk off.

I tried to cover myself with my hand. I pulled it away myself at once. If he saw me embarrassed, it would be worse.

—Are you ashamed? —he mocked—. I think it looks fucking great on you. If I were a fag, it would even turn me on. Look at my cock, man—it’s dripping just from seeing you like this.

And it was true. He had let the towel fall completely and was gripping his cock in his right hand, stroking it slowly, squeezing the head with his thumb until another drop emerged. It was big, bigger than Sebastián’s, thick as a wrist at the base, with his balls hanging low and heavy in the sauna’s heat.

—You are, you asshole. It shows.

—It’s the heat. —He sat beside me and pressed his thigh against mine, with the same calm Sebastián used when marking his territory. Without stopping touching himself. His cock was a foot from my hip, pointing at me, giving little jerks every time he squeezed his foreskin—. Be a good boy and do me a favor. Blow me. I’m not even going to ask for your ass. Suck me off and I’ll leave. Nobody will find out.

—Move your thigh.

—Come on, don’t play hard to get. You look like you haven’t had a real cock in months. That little cage doesn’t even let you get hard. Open your mouth and that’s it. Close your eyes and pretend I’m him.

He took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was hard as a rock, burning hot, and his foreskin moved beneath my fingers. I pulled my hand away as if I’d been burned.

I shoved his leg aside and stood up. I picked up the towel from the floor and went straight to the showers without looking back. I thought that would be enough. It wasn’t.

***

Octavio followed me. The showers were empty, the tiles sweating with steam, and the sound of the water was the only noise. I had turned on the tap and was rinsing the shampoo from my hair when I felt arms wrap around me from behind. The guy was stronger than he looked. He crushed me against him, and I felt his hard cock sliding between my buttocks, thick and rigid, searching for my crack with its tip soaked in water and spit. Disgusting. Truly disgusting. He reached around in front of me and grabbed the cage, tugging at it as if he could tear it off me.

—Fuck, what an ass you have. No wonder he fucks you every day. You can tell you were made for this.

—Let me go.

—Just say yes and I’ll let you go. A quick blowjob. Swallow me and I’ll leave. Look how hard I am, man, look what you do to me. —He thrust his hips forward and the head of his cock pressed between my buttocks, searching for my asshole—. Let me fuck you once. Just once. I won’t hurt you. You’re made to take it.

I pretended to give in. I relaxed my body and let out an exhalation that sounded like defeat. Octavio loosened his arms just enough. Just enough.

I drove my elbow into his ribs with the full weight of my torso. I knocked all the air out of him. When he doubled over, gasping for breath, I drove my fist into his stomach and grabbed him by the throat with my other hand. I slammed him against the tiles. His face was a picture. That gym pretty boy had never taken a real beating in his life.

—Don’t ever touch me again. Do you understand?

—Not in the face, fuck, not in the face! —he shrieked when he saw my fist cocked.

His scream amused me so much that I couldn’t hit him. I lowered my arm. I let him go. He fell to the shower floor like a rag, coughing and clutching his left side, his half-hard cock still dripping water between his legs. I grabbed my towel and left. In the hallway I passed the two Eastern European men, who had heard the commotion and were coming to help him. They could help each other.

***

I went up to the room with aching knuckles and adrenaline still surging in my chest. I called room service and ordered four beers and a hamburger with fries, exactly what Sebastián had been forbidding me for a month because of the diet and the cage. When he came through the door at a quarter past eleven, I was naked on top of the bed, the cage clearly visible, a beer in one hand and half the hamburger in my mouth.

He stopped in the doorway for a full second, looking at me.

—Well. I like your celebration better than mine.

—It was the only thing I knew how to order in English.

He laughed. I got up to unbutton his shirt, remove his cuff links, and take off his shoes. I had never taken off his shoes before. That was Tomás’s territory, his other boy, the one he kept in Madrid. Sebastián said nothing. He sat on the edge of the bed and let me pull down his trousers. When I lowered his underwear, his cock sprang hard against his stomach, thick, its pink head already emerging from the foreskin with a clear drop hanging from the tip.

—You smell like sweat —I said, burying my nose in his neck.

—I spent three hours with a German who sweats like a horse. You stink of beer.

—I missed you.

—You’ve had four beers. I don’t believe you.

—I’ve had four beers and I missed you.

I laid him on his back and opened his legs. I started with his balls, sucking them one at a time, taking them completely into my mouth, feeling them tense against my tongue. I ran my nose along the root of his cock, smelling the sweat of the whole day trapped inside his suit, and licked from his balls to the tip with my tongue flat, very slowly. Sebastián groaned and grabbed my hair.

—Put it in your mouth already, fuck.

I took him all the way in. I swallowed him to the back, until my nose touched his pubic bone and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my throat. I held on. I’d been training for that for a year, and he knew it. I started sucking him slowly, moving up to the tip, licking his head and going down again, coating his whole cock with saliva until drool hung from my chin and soaked his balls. Every time his breathing quickened, I pulled him out, squeezed the base with two fingers like a tourniquet, and waited for it to pass. Five times. Five times I brought him to the edge with his cock trembling in the air, swollen, purple, dripping pre-cum all over the head, and five times I stopped his orgasm at the last second. Sebastián cursed me under his breath, pulled my hair, and called me a son of a bitch.

—Bastard. Bastard. Finish me.

—Not yet.

—Bastard. Put it back in your mouth.

I took him back in, and this time I didn’t stop. I sucked his cock as if I were being paid for it, both hands on his balls, squeezing them, pulling the skin downward while my tongue worked his head. When I finally let him go, he groaned as if he hadn’t touched himself in weeks and filled my mouth with a thick, hot ejaculation, jet after jet, so much that my throat couldn’t contain it and some escaped through the corners of my mouth. I swallowed what I could. The rest ran down his cock and over his balls. I kept sucking him after he came, drawing out the last drops, until he pushed my head away because he couldn’t stand the sensitivity. The room smelled of sweat, him, and semen. I had climbed onto his chest and was slowly biting his shoulder.

—Did something happen with Octavio at the gym? —he asked after a while, as if he didn’t mean to.

—No.

—Well, he’s in the hospital. The receptionist just called.

I lifted my head.

—How bad?

—Two broken ribs. He won’t be flying tomorrow.

—Good.

—Did he try something?

—He ripped off my towel in the sauna. In the shower he hugged me from behind and shoved his cock between my buttocks. He asked me to suck him off. Then he asked for my ass. He didn’t get it inside me. I should’ve broken his face too.

—Easy, Rocky. —He stroked my knuckles one by one—. I assumed he’d try.

I sat up. My hands hung in the air for a second, not knowing where to go.

—What do you mean, you assumed it? Did you send me to the gym on purpose?

—I sent you to the gym because I needed to confirm something.

—I’m not your bitch, Sebastián. Don’t lend me to your colleagues so they can put me through tests.

—Mateo. —He took me by the chin and forced me to look at him—. I wasn’t lending you out. I knew you wouldn’t do anything. I wanted to see how far he would go. Octavio had been trying for months to sabotage my deal with the Germans so he could make a place for himself at the other company. The detail he “forgot” to include yesterday would have left me without control of my own company after the capital increase. Klaus confirmed it during dinner.

—And what if you’d been wrong about me?

—You’re mine. And I’m yours. I don’t get those things wrong.

I fell silent. I rested my forehead against his neck and breathed. The beer had made me sentimental, and the adrenaline was still slowly ebbing away. Sebastián ran his hand over the back of my neck.

—I’m going to pay him another week’s wages, mind you, because it’ll take him that long to be able to fly —he said mockingly.

—Are you going to fire him?

—The moment he sets foot in Madrid. And he won’t work in this industry for years.

***

We spent a while without speaking. I had grown used to his silence after sex, when his mind finally shut down. I thought he had fallen asleep. He hadn’t.

—Mateo.

—What?

—I was going to give it to you tomorrow. I can’t wait.

He got up and took a small box from the bedside table drawer. I raised my eyebrows, half joking.

—If it’s a ring, I swear to God…

—Don’t be an idiot.

It was a cage. Smaller than the one I was wearing. Metal, matte, with a tiny locking mechanism. The one he had stared at, spellbound, two months earlier in the shop, when we had gone to buy the first one. The one he had whispered would “atrophy” the cock over time, leaving it practically nonexistent, that it was for someone who was very serious about it.

—Sebastián…

—I know you didn’t ask me for it. But I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. —For the first time since we had lived together, I saw him genuinely nervous. His hands were sweating a little—. If you don’t want it, I’ll return it.

I took the cage. It weighed more than it looked. I turned it between my fingers, examined the lock, felt the cold metal against my palm.

—If it’s important to you, I’ll wear it.

—It’s important.

—Then get naked too.

He did so in silence, his eyes fixed on me as I removed the old cage. My freed cock looked ridiculous, soft, smaller than I remembered, wrinkled from having been pressed against the metal for so long. I hadn’t seen it hard in months, and it wasn’t going to be hard that night either. I passed the metal ring over my balls as I had been taught, pushing them upward, and then placed my flaccid cock inside the capsule. It was barely larger than a thimble. The tip was pressed against the end. I fastened the lock. It hurt a little when the metal pinched the skin of my balls. We both heard the click of the lock.

—Fuck —Sebastián whispered.

—When did you get naked?

—I’m faster than you think.

He came closer and stroked the cage with two fingers, slowly, as if he were touching something sacred. I didn’t move. It was the first time I had seen him look at me like that, completely focused on me, without concealment or a power game. I guided his hand down to his own cock, which had already risen again against his stomach, hard once more, swollen, its head shining. I squeezed it once, from top to bottom, feeling the pulse of the thick vein against my thumb. He moaned and pushed my hand away.

—Don’t touch it or I’ll come again.

—You like it that much.

—You have no idea what you do to me.

He turned me onto my stomach without saying anything and spread my buttocks with both hands. He ran his tongue slowly over my asshole, from bottom to top, and I buried my face in the pillow so I wouldn’t scream. He ate me as if his life depended on it, coating me with saliva, sliding his pointed tongue inside, sucking my ass until it was soaked and throbbing. When he put in the first finger, I pushed back on it all the way by myself, without resistance, because I was open and wanted it. He inserted a second. Then a third. The new cage dug into me against the sheet every time I moved and reminded me that my cock no longer belonged to me. It never had. I had given it to him completely that night.

—I’m going to put it inside you —he whispered against the back of my neck—. And I’m going to come inside. You’re going to sleep with my cum in there. Understand?

—Understood.

He shoved himself into me, all the way to the balls, and I bit my forearm so I wouldn’t wake the whole hallway. He started fucking me slowly, his mouth pressed to my ear, moaning softly every time he pulled out and pushed back in. The bed creaked a little. The cage squeezed me. I couldn’t come even if I wanted to, and he knew it, and he whispered it in my ear while he thrust harder and harder.

—You’ll never come again without my permission. Never.

—No.

—Say it again.

—Never.

He came inside me a few minutes later with a long growl, biting my shoulder. I felt the hot jets deep inside me, one after another, and felt him remain still over my back, breathing against the nape of my neck without pulling out. He stayed that way for a long time, until he began to soften inside me. When he finally withdrew, his cum ran down my thighs, and he gathered it up with two fingers and pushed it back inside me with his thumb.

—It stays inside.

—It stays inside.

He brought his mouth close to mine. So close that we breathed the same air.

—Mateo. How far are you willing to go for me?

—I don’t know. I’d love to find out.

He hesitated for two seconds. Then he kissed me. The first time. After an entire year of blowjobs, jerking off, punishments, and whole nights pressed together, it was our first kiss, and I knew it marked the point where what came before ended and something different began. I had no idea how far we would go. I didn’t want to know yet, either.