Last Year Chapter 7

Last Year – Chapter 7

Monday dawned with a gray and heavy sky that seemed to reflect the internal turmoil of Daniel. He had barely slept; the metal chastity cage that Santiago had put on him on Sunday afternoon pressed mercilessly every time his body tried to react to the memories of the weekend. Each movement in bed was a reminder: the cold steel against his skin, the constant weight in his crotch, the click of the lock that still resonated in his head. He got up early, with deep dark circles and a body aching from the hidden marks under his clothes. Before leaving the house, his phone vibrated with a WhatsApp message from Santiago, who had started bombarding him since the previous night to keep him in a state of constant anxiety and submission.

*Message from Santiago (23:45 on Sunday): "Sleep well, bitch. Imagine my cock is in your mouth instead of that cage. If you wake up hard, it's because you miss me. Send a picture of your pathetic attempt at an erection in the morning."*

Daniel had ignored the message the night before, but now, looking at himself in the mirror while putting on his impeccable uniform — perfectly ironed white shirt, gray pants with subtle blue and white lines, well-knotted tie, high gray socks, polished shoes —, he felt the psychological pressure. Everything was perfect on the outside, but inside, the cage rubbed against the fabric of his boxers every time he walked, a humiliating reminder that he no longer controlled his own excitement. He tried to adjust himself discreetly, but only managed to make the metal dig in more, sending a stab of pain that made him gasp. With trembling hands, he took a quick picture of the cage under his pants and sent it, hating himself for giving in so quickly.

*Response from Santiago (immediate): "Good boy. How pathetic it looks locked up. Remember: today at school, act normal, but you know you're my bitch. If I see you acting weird, I'll punish you later."*

He had breakfast in silence — an apple and a glass of juice that he barely touched — and left the house before his parents woke up. He didn't want them to see his exhausted face or ask why he was walking so stiffly. The journey to school seemed eternal; each step made the cage move, rubbing, pressing, keeping him in a state of frustrated semi-arousal that deeply embarrassed him. Another message arrived on the bus, deepening the psychological humiliation: *Santiago: "Think about how I used you yesterday. Licking my semen from the clothes like a dog. Does it excite you to know that no one at school imagines how much of a bitch you are?"* Daniel quickly deleted the message, but the words stuck in his mind, making his cock try to swell again against the metal, only to be painfully stopped.

When he arrived at school, the courtyard was already bustling with students. Daniel lowered his head and headed straight to the locker room, avoiding eye contact with anyone. But before opening ...