Last Year Chapter 1

This story dates back to my last year of school, my name is Daniel, and I had already come of age after being held back a few courses. I was the typical quiet boy with glasses, olive skin, slender, brown eyes, somewhat shy, and also the typical boy who parents overprotect. That day, I was arriving at the classroom with my impeccable uniform, a perfectly ironed white shirt, grey pants with subtle blue and white stripes, a black leather belt, well-polished shoes, grey socks, and a tie with the same pattern as the pants. My parents took me to the school gate with an umbrella, making sure my shoes didn't get wet, without expecting what would happen to me today.

As I arrived, I saw Santiago, the typical bully of the last year, big with an athletic body that drives all the girls crazy, but he's a jerk to others. My parents had just left when I felt Santiago pulling my arm:

S: "You're always so impeccable," he said. "It seems like you like being looked at."

D: "No," I replied in a low voice, remaining silent, as I never know what to say under pressure.

Without releasing my arm, he pushed me against the wall, and I realized he was very wet, probably because he walked under the rain from home, to the point where even his socks were wet. As I felt cornered against the end of the hallway, I shouted "No!" loud enough, but it sounded more like an animal whimpering slightly. Ignoring my cry, he leaned in close enough to invade my space, as if he wanted to measure how close he could get without making me back away, and to my surprise, he brought his face to my neck, gently licking it like a hunter testing his prey. Immediately, while smiling, he dragged me to the bathroom, which was completely empty at that hour, pushing me into the last cubicle.

S: "Kneel down and relax, this will only work if you cooperate, and I know you like being treated like this," he said, without stopping staring at me with a mocking smile.

Then he went to the bathroom door, leaving us locked in, and in my case, without escape. I was trembling with fear that we would be seen or worse, that he would hit me, so I knelt down in front of the toilet, nervously listening to my heart beating strongly and his voice, covering any other noise.

S: "I don't want to be in my wet uniform, so take off your clothes and give me your dry uniform, and since I know you like to smell my sweaty shirt after sports classes, I'll let you use my wet clothes today."

Surprised by the proposal, but even more by being discovered, I whispered, stuttering, that I couldn't do it. In response, he approached me, and without giving me time, he slapped me, leaving my cheek rosy and making my kneeling body stumble almost making me fall.

S: "You obey or I'll leave a mark that you won't be able to hide," he told me with anger, spitting out the words.

Faced with his threat, and knowing I could never defend myself, I quickly undressed, car...