The Price of the Bet

I am an Alpha in the local BDSM scene. My presence in the clubs is imposing: tall, muscular, with a gaze that bends anyone who crosses my path. My reputation as a Dominant is impeccable; submissives kneel before me with just a snap of my fingers. But everything changed that night, when my arrogance led me to make a bet with him: Adrián, my rival, another Alpha who had always wanted to challenge my authority.

The bet was simple. A game of poker in a private club, with clear rules: the loser would submit to the winner for a complete night, without limits, without a safe word. I was sure of my victory; after all, I always win. But fate, or perhaps his cunning, had other plans. I lost. And Adrián, with that arrogant smile that I hated so much, looked at me as if he was already savoring his prize.

The Surrender

The basement of the club was dark, with stone walls and an air charged with tension. Adrián took me there, with a leather strap attached to a collar that he had forced me to wear. I, the untouchable, now naked, with my wrists tied to a steel bar suspended from the ceiling. My muscles tense, my pride wounded, but my body traitorously excited by the humiliation.

"You look good like that," Adrián said, walking around me like a predator. His voice was low, loaded with mockery. "A whole Alpha reduced to this. Ready to pay your debt?"

I tried to maintain my composure, but he didn't waste time. He approached me, his firm hand grasping my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His dark eyes sparkled with a hunger that made me shudder. Without warning, he gave me a strong slap, the sound resonating in the basement. My cheek burned, but I didn't look away.

"First lesson: Alphas also break," he whispered, before leaning in and biting my neck with force, leaving a mark that burned. My breathing accelerated, a mixture of anger and desire that I couldn't control.

Adrián opened a box of BDSM tools that he had prepared. He took out a flogger, each strip of leather shining under the dim light. Without a word, he made it whistle in the air before hitting my back. The pain was immediate, a fire that spread across my skin, making me grunt. But he didn't give me a break; the lashes continued, each one more precise, marking my back, my thighs, my buttocks. I tried to resist, clenching my teeth, but my body began to betray me, my erection growing with each blow.

"Do you like it, right?" he mocked, approaching me to squeeze my member with force, making me gasp. "All that pride, and look how you get."

I didn't respond, but it wasn't necessary. He knew what he was doing. He untied me from the bar only to push me to the floor, on my knees. My body trembled, not with fear, but with a mixture of humiliation and excitement that I had never felt. Adrián unzipped his pants, revealing his erection, thick and pulsing. Without giving me time to process it, he grabbed my ...