Last Year Chapter 14

Last Year - Chapter 14

Each one went to their home after the empty gym, with silent promises in their gaze. Santiago gave a last deep kiss at the school door, hand on the back of Daniel's neck, fingers brushing against the almost faded but still sensitive bite marks.

—Saturday night —he whispered—. Get ready well.

Daniel arrived at his home with his body still loaded with accumulated lust. He showered quickly, changed to rest although he was very hot, waiting until tomorrow.

Saturday started normally; he got up, had breakfast, took a shower, and wore simple clothes: a green sweater and a black t-shirt with a light jacket that covered the marks. He went out with his parents to shop, went to the market, bought food for the week, and had lunch. They returned home around 4, and his parents left to visit his aunt.

Daniel, impatient for his parents to fall asleep, started getting dressed to be up to his master's standards and invitation. He wore a white button-down shirt (with the collar buttoned to hide any residual marks), a light purple jacket with a black satin lapel that gave him an elegant and youthful touch, black pants with a purple satin stripe on the side —like those on tuxedos, subtle but sexy—, and polished black shoes. He put the Siamese cat pin on the left lapel of his jacket; the blue crystal eyes sparkled under the light. He looked in the mirror: the dark purple tie combined perfectly with the jacket and the satin stripe on the pants. He smiled nervously. He knew it wasn't just dinner.

Meanwhile, Santiago was preparing with sadistic precision. He wore a tight black shirt (with the first buttons open, showing a bit of athletic and tanned chest), slim navy blue pants, and black shoes. Over his shirt, he wore a fine silver chain with a small key hanging —the key to the cage Daniel had used weeks ago, now a permanent and discreet symbol—. Under his shirt, he had a fine black leather harness: thin straps crossing his chest and shoulders, adjusted but completely hidden under the dark fabric. No one would ask; it seemed like just a youthful fashion detail. On the lapel of his black jacket, he wore a pin identical to Daniel's, but with red eyes instead of blue —the perfect complement.

In a black velvet bag, he stored the toys: a black leather collar with purple details (purple thread stitching and edging, small metal ring), a black silicone tail plug with purple touches at the base, a black/purple vibrating ring with remote control, and a black silicone cock ring with low vibration and purple details. Everything was coordinated, discreet but loaded with meaning.

At 5:45, Daniel arrived at La Terraza del Virrey in a taxi. Santiago was waiting at the entrance, impeccable. When he saw him, his eyes scanned the purple jacket, the tie, the satin stripe on the pants, the pin on the lapel.

—Perfect —he said in a low voice, approaching—. Purple suits ...