I don't know if one is born submissive or becomes that way. I know I was born gay, although at first I deceived myself by telling myself I was bisexual. But let's leave the digressions and start from the beginning. I'm from a town in Toledo, although I currently live in Madrid. During my adolescence, due to work issues, we often changed homes. So I wouldn't continue to fail classes, since my grades were quite bad, my family decided to send me to a boarding school, nothing fancy, not expensive, not elegant, but rather the opposite - cold and harsh. Some lucky ones returned home every weekend, but that wasn't my case, since my family was again many kilometers away due to another transfer. When I joined the school, the course had already started, I knew I had to make an effort because I had repeated first and second grade. Stupidly, I thought that being one of the oldest, I would live relatively well and no one would bother me. This was the case until Sebas crossed my path. When I started, I became friends with a boy from Cordoba, he was teaching me that the place worked in a very hierarchical way, the older ones ruled over the younger ones. It was really a jungle, and you were either the hunter or the prey, all in secret. As adolescents, we would masturbate together while watching a porn magazine. One day, my friend confessed to me that he had a first-year student who would jerk him off, that when he was in first year, he had to do it to a third-year student who had been expelled for getting caught with a boy in the bathrooms. At first, I didn't believe him, but one afternoon I lent myself to his friend. When I thanked him, he told me it was just an occasional loan and that it would be good for me to get my own. I started thinking about it, I didn't know how to do it, but suddenly I fixed my eyes on Sebas, which is a fictitious name. He was small, very dark, and half-gypsy, his mother was non-gypsy. I thought he would be my sexual servant, what a huge mistake, and soon I would eat my words in front of that boy. Little by little, I made friends with Sebas, he was a very clever boy, more than I imagined. One afternoon, during siesta, I encouraged him to watch the porn magazine that the boy from Cordoba had lent me. We got horny and started masturbating. When we were very hot, I decided to set the trap. I told Sebas, "There's a way to enjoy more, how about you finish me off and then I'll do it to you," thinking that when he did it to me, I wouldn't touch him. Sebas stopped suddenly, looked at me with a face of disgust, and told me, "What are you saying, faggot? You're going to get in trouble, I'll tell everyone how much of a faggot you are, I'll report you to the director, and you'll get expelled. Faggot, get out of here or I'll scream." At that moment, I got on my knees in front of him, begging and crying. I told him, "No, please, I'll do whatever you want. Nothing has happened, please." Sebas ended the topic by slapping me with an open hand and told...