Last Year Chapter 5

Last Year – Chapter 5

Daniel lay curled up on the cold floor of the living room, wrapped in sweaty clothes, his body aching from the belt whippings, his buttocks throbbing with a burning sensation that spread like a slow fire. The red marks reminded him of each sadistic thrust from Santiago, but his mind still rebelled. "This isn't me," he thought, clenching his teeth. At school, he was just a normal boy, not this humiliated and used version. The treacherous excitement in his cock had vanished, leaving only shame and a growing desire to resist. He wasn't tamed; he could still fight, even if his body trembled. Santiago slept in his room, unaware of Daniel's internal turmoil, but the submissive didn't plan to surrender so easily that night, despite being unable to escape due to the pain.

At dawn, the sun filtering through the curtains woke Daniel with a shiver. He tried to get up, but Santiago entered the room, fresh and dominant, with a cruel smile. —Good morning, little bitch. Did you sleep well in your doghouse? Today we continue your sadomasochistic training. Get up and prepare my breakfast. On all fours, of course.

Daniel looked at him with defiant eyes, his resistance ignited by the rest. —No... Santiago, that's enough. This is too much. I want to go home. I'm not your toy —he said with a firm, though trembling, voice, rising to his hands and knees but stopping halfway. His pride resurfaced: he remembered his classes, his friends, his normal life. He wasn't going to crawl like an animal anymore.

Santiago narrowed his eyes, his expression changing from amusement to controlled anger. —Oh, now you're becoming rebellious, fucker? I thought you had learned last night. Well, if you want resistance, I'll give you reasons to break —he growled, grabbing Daniel's hair and dragging him to the kitchen. Daniel kicked and struggled with more strength than expected, his nails scratching Santiago's arm. —Let me go! I won't obey anymore! —he shouted, his voice fading in the empty house, the pull on his scalp sending waves of pain that only fueled his rebellion.

But Santiago was stronger; he immobilized Daniel against the kitchen floor, the cold ceramic sticking to his naked skin. —For being disobedient, it's time to improvise homemade toys to tame you, masochist. Let's see what I have here —he said with sadism, opening drawers while keeping Daniel pressed with a knee on his back. He pulled out a roll of wide adhesive tape, the kind used for moving, and some wooden clothespins from the clothesline. —These will be perfect for a rebellious bitch like you.

Daniel twisted, his resistance palpable. —No! Don't use that on me! This is sick, Santiago! —he protested, trying to roll away, but Santiago tied his wrists behind his back with the adhesive tape, the sticky material pulling on his skin with each movement. The sound of the tape ripping resonated like a threat, and Daniel felt panic ...