CHAPTER III - Needles

Sebas and Rocco continued to see each other, with a frequency of about once a week. Sebas felt more attached to Rocco than vice versa. Although Rocco had put the boy in a very special place, he considered him much better than other boys he had dominated, used, and enjoyed, and over time, he saw those other boys less and less frequently. Nevertheless, they served to appreciate the special something that Sebas had.

After several established sessions, Sebas stopped lamenting, feeling different or hindered compared to others. Now he felt happy, the sessions with Rocco made him feel that way, the waves, the avalanches of pain made him feel "alive". He changed his usual clothing to hide the bruises, redness, and marks that he often returned with from the sessions with the man he couldn't stop thanking. It was incredible, even for Rocco, how that boy didn't stop thanking him for the harshness, the strength, the savagery with which he treated him. That was for Sebas to breathe, to fill his lungs with life, even if no one else understood.

As he had suspected from the first time, Rocco proved to be a creative, innovative man in the sessions, thinking, pondering new ways to inflict pain on the one who sought it with such eagerness.

One good day, he told Sebas that he intended to dedicate the next session to needles. The boy told him that injections practically didn't bother him, didn't hurt, and also reminded him that his mother had told him that since he was a baby, he didn't cry with vaccines.

Rocco said, "Anyway, I want to try, I'll find a way to make them hurt you."

Sebas, smiling mischievously, said, "Okay, but please, during the session, don't stop using the leather palette with metal inlays, it's the one that really makes me see stars when you hit me with it."

Rocco said, "You're a tremendous kid, I keep saying that even though I already know you, it's hard for me to conceive how your brain works."

Sebas said, "I believe you, because sometimes I don't even understand myself, I've already told you that I have a neurological condition, a high pain threshold by nature, but I recognize that from there, I've developed something psychological, I can't stop thinking, searching, and even begging for pain, you don't know how good it makes me feel."

Rocco said, "Whatever it is or why it is, you're incredible, but I insist, in the next session, there will be needles, many needles."

Sebas, smiling, said, "Where the sadist commands, the masochist cannot command."

And the day of that session arrived. When Sebas arrived, after the usual strong slaps, and while he was undressing, he looked at the table and realized that Rocco had everything ready, alcohol, gauze, and a lot of needles. That's what amazed him, they weren't just a few, they were many.

As he thought about this, he was surprised by the first palette blows, given with great force. Rocco wasn't like other tim...