Decisions (Part VI)

Both respected the agreement to meet once a week at Domingo's apartment scrupulously. Santiago kept the mobile phone number, but never called him; in fact, he didn't keep it in his device, but rather written in a notebook in his apartment.

Santiago used Domingo, intellectually and physically. He abused him, had him at his service in a broad sense of the word. He came to think that Domingo was his. Domingo, on the other hand, had developed such devotion to him that he had naturalized the abuse and arbitrariness.

The days following their meetings were a torment for Domingo, due to the punishments he received, especially on his nipples, back, balls, and ass. The marks from the lashes lasted less than the pain and sensitivity in his nipples, which were harshly mistreated. But the hardest part was the wait, longing to see him, and the anguish of not knowing if he would appear that week.

One Tuesday, Santiago didn't show up because he had a trip. He didn't warn Domingo, but Domingo became desperate, thinking he would never see him again. He thought about calling him, but the order not to contact him under any circumstances was present. Those were terrible days; he barely slept, was anxious, had trouble concentrating, and even seemed to get stomach sick. It was pure anguish.

Finally, Santiago appeared the following Tuesday, without explaining or justifying himself. Domingo didn't ask for explanations, but only to demonstrate his gratitude and commitment, he received him on his knees and kissed his footwear. Santiago liked the gesture.

Every Tuesday, the ritual was maintained unrestricted and brutal. One day it was more about extracting knowledge from him, and others it was about giving him more punishment and humiliation. Santiago had developed his sadistic tendencies, so hidden for many years, and now he was a true master in humiliating, degrading, controlling, and subduing the other in a harsh and savage way. Even he didn't recognize himself.

He didn't know he could enjoy punishing and humiliating someone so much. He liked trying new things and always let himself be carried away by the ideas of the moment. One Tuesday, while it was raining and cold, he took Domingo naked to the terrace and fucked him standing up, while the falling water bathed them. Domingo held onto the terrace railing, situated over a concrete wall. Santiago fucked him harshly for a prolonged time. When he finished in his ass, he left him there, naked and exhausted, standing in front of the falling rain. He liked that scene of humiliation and control, but he wasn't completely satisfied. He went into the apartment and grabbed a leather belt he found in a closet and whipped him forcefully on the back. The lashes fell strong on the humid skin, and the sound of the rain hid the sound of the blows, while Domingo endured with his head down and teeth clenched. Santiago left him there for a more than prolonged lapse and only allowed him ...