Last year chapter 10

Last Year – Chapter 10

Monday dawned with a brilliant sun that filtered through the curtains of Daniel's room, warming the air with a fresh scent of damp earth from the neighboring garden. He woke up with his body still vibrating from the memories of Saturday: the warm and firm touch of Santiago's hand milking him slowly like a cow, the salty and thick taste of mixed semen used as lubricant in their mutual games, the low humming of the exchanged plug during lunch that sent waves of pleasure through his prostate as he bit into a sandwich, the aroma of masculine sweat and soap that filled the room during their detailed confessions. Santiago had shown his collection of toys — vibrating plugs, varied cages, soft ropes, clips with chains, soft leather whip, lubricants with sensory effects —, explaining how he got them online in discreet sites or at erotic fairs with older friends, and why he liked them: the mental control over the physical, the voluntary surrender that excited him more than brute force. Daniel had shown interest, touching each one, feeling the cold metal of the cages, the soft leather of the ropes, imagining their use in school.

He put on his uniform with trembling hands: an impeccable white shirt that smelled of fresh detergent, gray pants with subtle blue and white lines that brushed against his sensitive skin, a tied tie like a symbolic collar of balanced desire. He inserted the small plug with remote vibration, lubricated with the semen collected from Saturday (stored in a small jar in his backpack), the initial stretching sending a warm glow that turned into pulsating fullness. Santiago's cockring was controlled by his app; his by Santiago's. The signal to play: touching the tie twice. But they remembered the cuffs from the previous chapter — simple black leather bracelets that Santiago had given him on Friday as a "reminder of balance", one for each: Daniel's with an engraved plate "puppy", Santiago's "playful master" —. They were important: discreet symbols of their connection, worn on the left wrist; if one adjusted the cuff visibly, it meant "intensify the game now".

At school, the flag-raising ceremony in the patio was the first sensory challenge. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and collective sweat of the students formed in lines. Daniel felt the plug rubbing against his interior with each deep breath, the sun warming his white shirt until sweat beaded on his back. Santiago, two rows behind, touched his tie twice: start. Daniel activated the cockring on low, imagining the subtle humming against Santiago's cock, his athletic body tensing under the uniform, the scent of his fresh cologne arriving in gusts of wind. Santiago responded by adjusting his cuff: Daniel's plug vibrated low, a warm pulse that made his prostate throb, sending waves of pleasure that moistened his crotch, pre-cum leaking into his boxers with a sticky heat. They were playful: Daniel increased the intensity when th...