How I Lost My Virginity Part 7 and 8

Part 7 — The collar

Fernando looked at Alfredo for a long second, searching his face for a crack of mercy he was not going to find. With trembling hands, he began to unbutton his uniform shirt. Button by button, slowly, as he had been ordered. He let it fall to the floor. Then the trousers, lowering them over his hips, over his thighs, until only the white briefs remained, tight, outlining the little his body dared to show.

Alfredo said nothing. He only watched, arms crossed, enjoying the spectacle of that boy undressing for him, frightened, obedient.

“The socks too,” he ordered.

Fernando bent down to take them off, but Alfredo raised a hand.

“No. Stay still. I’ll take those off myself.”

Alfredo knelt in front of him—which surprised Fernando—but not to put himself at his level: to remove the white socks with his own hands, slowly, one by one. He brought them to his nose and breathed in deeply, closing his eyes with a smile of pure vice.

“They smell like a clean boy,” he said, putting one in his pocket like a trophy. “I’m keeping it. For later.”

Fernando felt his face burn with shame, but he said nothing. He was standing in that man’s living room in his underwear, his body exposed and fear gripping his chest.

“Now,” Alfredo said, pointing to the floor. “On your knees.”

Fernando hesitated. He remembered the earlier threat, the force with which he had shoved him against the wall, and he didn’t want to risk being hurt again. He slowly dropped to his knees on the cold floor of the room, in front of the mature man who looked down at him with eyes shining with desire.

“Good boy,” Alfredo murmured, and took something from the back pocket of his trousers.

A black leather collar, with a golden ring. And coiled in his hand, a leash.

Fernando saw it and the air caught in his throat. He shook his head, wordless, but Alfredo gave him no time to protest: he leaned in, wrapped the collar around his neck, and fastened it with a dry click that sounded like a sentence. Then he clipped the leash to the ring and tugged on it, gently but firmly, forcing him to lift his face.

“From this moment on,” Alfredo said, looking him in the eyes, the leash taut in his hand, “you’re my little whore. My little dog. You do what I say, when I say it. And if you behave, maybe one day you’ll earn the video. Understood?”

Fernando felt the leather tightening around his neck, the leash pulling at him, that virile, self-assured man’s gaze fixed on his. Fear was running through his veins, yes. But something else, something he didn’t dare name, was rising from his stomach, hot and treacherous.

Because never in his life had he been so close to a man like that. So big, so dominant, so sure of what he wanted. And a part of him, the part that had been hidden all his life, was awakening with a force that frightened him more than Alfredo himself.