In less than a day, I had gone from being at the top of the hierarchy of the boarding school to being the slave of a half-gypsy, aggressive, and much smarter kid than me.

Sebas, after giving me a few kicks, sat down in the desk chair and ordered me with a hand gesture to approach him. When I was next to him, he slapped me again, my ears were ringing, and I almost cried. It wasn't just pain, since at that time he wasn't too strong or knew how to slap me well, which he learned by practicing on my face, it was the feeling of humiliation from being subjugated by a kid I could beat up but who had me at his feet thanks to his cunning. While smiling, he asked me, "Do you know why I'm hitting you, faggot?" Humiliated, I replied, "Yes, Boss, you already told me before, so I know who's in charge." He looked at me with his green, beautiful, and sometimes cruel eyes, telling me, "It's not just that, you piece of shit, you have to understand that you're inferior and you're going to behave as such, when we're alone, you have to try to be lower than me, you can crouch, crawl, or drag yourself, but never get to my level or I'll have to bring you down with sticks. Do you understand, you faggot? Didn't you see the movie they showed us the other night? Everyone crouched to be below the king, now I'm your gypsy king, but don't think you're one of my musketeers, like in the movie, you're my slave. I'm going to do what I want with you, I'm going to laugh at you, you're going to clean my room, I'll take the things you have that I like, and in return, you'll thank me, because you're a whore, my whore."

Before I had the temptation to hit him back, I got on my knees and tried to reason with him. "Sebas, please, we're friends, I haven't behaved badly with you, you can't do this to me, be reasonable, please." I was about to keep talking when I saw him get up with an angry face, pulling my ear, as if I were a rebellious student, he said, "Look, asshole, I'm going to do what I want, you came close to me because you wanted to have me like many have some of the first ones, as if I were your servant, to jerk off and laugh at me, but you're wrong because I'm more of a man than you. I soon realized that you're a pushover and decided to have you like I have you now, dog. I'm the man, and you're not even a woman, you're going to be the slut I do what I want with, by the way, if you call me by my name again when we're alone, I'll take my belt and rip your skin to shreds, bitch, you call me Boss or Sir, because you and I are not equals. Do you understand?" he asked while spitting at me, "Yes, Boss," I replied tearfully, while lying face down and kissing his feet.

"Okay, let's start, we both have a lot to learn because you're my first slut, and I'm sure I'm your first master. That's why I'm being patient with you, but don't take advantage of the fact that I'm a good guy because I can lose my patience and be bad with you." When he said this, a dull terror ente...