Last Year Chapter 6

Last Year – Chapter 6

Daniel had not left Santiago's house since Saturday afternoon. After the intense punishment session with homemade toys – the clamps on his nipples, the ice burning his skin, the rope as a cruel leash –, he had stayed there, naked and curled up on the living room floor, on a thin blanket that barely covered him. Sunday dawned with a timid sun filtering through the curtains, but Daniel had hardly slept: his body marked, his buttocks still burning from the belt whippings, and his mind in constant war between resistance and masochistic longing that he could not deny.

Santiago entered the living room early, already dressed in sports shorts that accentuated his dominant bulge and a black leather harness crossed over his naked chest, the metal buckles jingling with each step, reinforcing his role as absolute master. He looked at Daniel with a sadistic smile.

—Good morning, bitch. I see you kept sleeping in your doghouse as I ordered. Today is the day you temporarily accept your place as a submissive. Get up, but don't dress yet.

Daniel slowly got up from the cold ceramic floor, his body numb and trembling. He tried a weak last protest, his voice hoarse from the sleepless night:

—Santiago… just for today. I'm not your permanent slave. Let me go home after this.

Santiago laughed low, grabbing his hair and forcing him to kneel again.

—Today you yield, puppy. Undress completely if you're still wearing anything. Submissives in my house don't wear clothes… except what I decide to put on you to humiliate you.

Daniel, already naked since the previous night, remained still, but Santiago took out a pink lace apron with ruffles – a humiliating servant's garment that barely covered his forehead and left his buttocks completely exposed – from a drawer. He forced Daniel to put it on, the cheap fabric rubbing against his sensitive nipples and semi-erect cock.

—Look at yourself, servant bitch. Perfect for today's tasks —Santiago said, adjusting the apron strings to make it look even more ridiculous and exposed—. Now, insert your little tail. I want to see you use it for a while before starting the day.

Daniel swallowed, remembering the plug he had left in his backpack on Saturday. He took it with trembling hands, knelt on the cold ceramic floor, and lubricated it with his own saliva under Santiago's sadistic gaze. He slowly pushed it into his entrance, moaning as he felt the stretching, the initial burning turning into a humiliating fullness that made him drool. He moved it in and out as ordered, each thrust rubbing against his prostate and making his cock drip pre-cum on the floor.

—Look how it gets you hard, masochist. Keep fucking yourself for your master —Santiago mocked, observing with delight as Daniel obeyed, muffled moaning, his temporary resistance giving in to degrading pleasure.

Satisfied, Santiago pu...