| STORY DESCRIPTION Was I depressed, perhaps? All I knew was it seemed to rain every day and I was out of work so, a depressing situation. A friend suggested Spain and knew of a job so I jumped at it.
All went well for say six months and then my boss Mario, was being snatched, and I joined in like a fool, and ended up also being snatched, taken to a dungeon and punished, made to do as I was told.
I escaped, and found a café that needed help, and the owner was one beautiful woman, and she liked me and we fucked. Boy did we fuck, until I was recaptured and sent to a tattoo parlour where I slaved away, and then in a dungeon, as well.
I was bolshie, and told my captor that she was losing a lot of money, and she sent me back to the café where I had to prove my theories, on pain of her torturing me.
What a ride this adventure was, fucking the owner of the cafe was terrific.
Editorial: contains some scenes where this male slave is made to train in toilet duties.
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