After their first encounter, Alexandro Cabrera has been obsessed with the handsome escort. The man has to have him again, not just occasionally but permanently. Mr. Cabrera is a businessman and businessmen like to own things. He knows Bastian is owned by the mafia. This is a fantasy for him. He will go through the formalities of serving Bastian coffee, making a proposal that, of course, Bastian is not allowed to refuse, and then shake his hand, as if something has actually been negotiated. He will give Bastian some very generous compensation, just between the two of them, which the boy is allowed to accept. He doesn’t do that for Bastian. He does it for himself. It furthers the fantasy that he has purchased Bastian and the boy belongs to him, if only for one afternoon a month. After they have shaken hands on their deal, he undresses Bastian and kisses him tenderly, with unmasked hunger. Without thinking, he betrays himself. The boy is not merely a luxury that he has purchased for himself. Bastian is a drug that he craves. Bastian knows for certain his wife would rather die than get on her knees and allow him to grab her head in his strong hands and force his fat cock deep into her throat, over and over, until she chokes and gags and thick strands of spit drip onto her chest. Bastian does that for him. That and much more because every time he feels the hunger in Cabrera’s kisses he knows that, whatever games the man wants to play, Bastian is the one thing in his life that Cabrera allows himself to need.
