What is dignity? This is what I asked myself a long time ago, I still ask myself, and I will probably continue to ask myself. I impatiently look in the dictionary. I search for the letter "d", then "i", and as soon as I see the "g" I find it. Dignity: Dignity is based on the recognition of a person being worthy of respect. According to this definition of the word, it is clear that my dignity is zero. But who cares? I have a normal life, studies, a boyfriend. Luckily, everything is relative. I have dignity for my parents, for my teachers, and for my boyfriend. But on the other hand, I don't have dignity for Juan, Manuel, Victor, or Angel. Long live relativity. If it weren't for it, I would already be lost.

"Hey, let's meet after class and I'll help you with math?" Antonio, my dear boyfriend of over a year and a half, asked me while caressing my arm with one hand and holding my hand with the other.

"It sounds good to me," I said with a smile. "The final exams are approaching and I'm still doing very badly, maybe with your help I'll get my act together."

At that moment, the bell rang, whose meaning was clear: the next class was starting.

Antonio leaned in to my ear and said:

"If you do well on the exams, I'll give you a little something," he said. Then he kissed me and went to his class, which was in a higher grade than mine.

What can I say about Antonio? He's tall, handsome, gets good grades... an angel. And I am the same for him, so I return the smile he gives me and I go to my respective class, almost to the other end of the school.

As I head to my history class, someone grabs my hand and turns me around violently. It's Angel, the moro. Or half-moro. My dignity plummeted to rock bottom. There was no one in the hallway, but someone always passed by, so he took me to the bathroom. I went from being someone respected and loved to being someone who wasn't worth anything and was being trampled.

"What do you want, Angel?" I asked uncomfortably. "I have classes, and so do you."

"I've got a hard-on," he said while groping my ass and licking my neck fiercely. It was clear that he was excited.

I didn't feel like doing anything, but when the moro wants something, you have to give it to him quickly, it's better not to make him angry. He made me sit on the toilet, while he pulled down his pants and underwear, freeing that cock that seemed even bigger than the last time. The stench it gave off was even worse. I quickly grabbed the cock and tried to move it away from me, while I couldn't help but arch violently.

Angel is... well, he's Angel. At first, his name sounded strange to me, considering his background, but when I found out his father was Spanish, I stopped "worrying". I don't know how he started fucking me, or how I became submissive to him, but the truth is that Angel turns me on, and I love it when he fucks me almost without compassion, although sometime...