Last Year Chapter 4

Last Year – Chapter 4

Santiago kept Daniel's head submerged in the cold toilet water for a few eternal seconds, the liquid splashing against his face as he struggled not to swallow, the smell of chemical disinfectant mixed with his own panic. Daniel kicked weakly, his hands tied behind him with sweaty stockings pulling on his wrists, the improvised rope burning his skin. It wasn't just the icy water that stung his eyes; it was the absolute humiliation of being like this, like a punished dog in a stranger's bathroom, his cock still semi-erect relating to a pulse of forbidden excitement.

"Good boy, puppy. Learn that disobeying your master has consequences," Santiago growled, pulling his head out with a sudden jerk, his damp hair dripping down his neck and soaking his t-shirt. Daniel coughed, spitting out water, his face red from asphyxia and shame. "Do you understand now? My semen is a gift, and you swallow it all. If not, this is just the beginning of your training."

Daniel panted, kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, the tile against his bruised knees. He wanted to protest, shout that this was too much, that he wasn't an object to be used like this, but a part of him, the one that had smelled his sweaty clothes, got excited with the degradation. "Please... Santiago... this is humiliating. I'm not your slave," he murmured, his voice broken, but without real strength to resist. He wasn't tamed yet; his mind struggled, but his body was already starting to surrender to the sadomasochism that surrounded him.

Santiago laughed cruelly, a low and resonant sound that filled the small bathroom. "Oh, but you are, bitch. Since you picked up my sweaty clothes like a hungry dog, I knew you were perfect for this. Get up, but on all fours. You don't deserve to walk like a man."

Daniel hesitated, his pride still intact, remembering how he was a normal boy in class, not this degraded version. But the pull on his hair forced him to obey, crawling clumsily out of the bathroom, the floor scraping his knees, leaving water trails. Santiago guided him like an animal, occasionally stepping on his fingers with his bare feet, the crushing weight sending pain mixed with unexpected masochistic pleasure.

They arrived at the living room, where Santiago made him stop in front of the sofa. "Look at this, bitch. Your things are there, but don't touch them. First, you're going to clean up the mess you made by spitting out my cum," he said, pointing to the floor where drops of semen and saliva had spilled. Daniel looked horrified, but Santiago pushed him with his foot, pressing his face against the sticky floor. "Lick. Everything. Like the dirty dog you are."

The bitter and salty taste invaded his tongue again, the rough floor scraping his cheek as he obediently licked, tears of humiliation rolling down his eyes. "This is disgusting... please, stop," he begged between licks, his voice muffled, but his cock hardening a...