How I Lost My Virginity Part 11 and 12

Part 11 — The Call
Alfredo bent down and lifted Fernando from the floor as if carrying a sack of clothes, raising him with a strength that didn’t seem to belong to his age. Fernando kicked, twisted, tried to break free, but Alfredo’s arms were like iron around his waist.

“Let me go! I already gave you what you wanted!” he shouted, with the semen still drying on his face, as Alfredo carried him down the hallway toward the bedroom.

“Shut up, son,” Alfredo said calmly. “The more you scream, the more I’m going to enjoy you.”

He threw him onto the bed. Fernando landed on his back on the mattress, bouncing, and before he could sit up, Alfredo was already on top of him, turning him over with a slap, leaving him face down, with his bare buttocks raised beneath the white briefs.

Two spanks. Hard, dry, without warning, making Fernando jump on the bed and drawing a cry of pain from him.

“Aaaaah!” he screamed, clutching the sheets with his hands, feeling the burning return to his already marked skin.

“You still haven’t learned, huh?” Alfredo said, his voice calm. “I told you to stay still.”

Fernando hiccuped, tears soaking the pillow. The pain in his buttocks was unbearable, and fear had left his body numb. He stopped resisting. He stayed still, trembling, waiting for the next order.

“Good,” Alfredo said, satisfied. “Now get on all fours. Get that ass up. I want to see you.”

Fernando obeyed, slowly, getting onto his knees on the bed and supporting himself with his hands, arching his back, his rear raised, offering himself in the most humiliating position he had ever taken in his life. The collar tightened around his neck with every breath.

Alfredo came closer and, to his surprise, unbuckled the collar. The leather gave way, and Fernando felt the relief of cool air on his throat, though it lasted only a second.

“You don’t need it anymore,” Alfredo said, setting the collar aside. “Because from now on you’re going to obey me out of fear, not because your neck reminds you.”

And then Fernando felt something cold and dark covering his eyes. A blindfold. Total darkness fell over him all at once, and panic shot through his whole body.

“No... don’t take away my sight,” he begged, raising his hands toward the blindfold. “Please, let me see...”

Alfredo’s hand easily caught his wrists, squeezing them.

“If you take it off,” Alfredo said, his voice close to his ear, deep and allowing no argument, “I’m going to give you the worst punishment you can imagine. And believe me, son, my imagination is very long. So I recommend you leave it on and do what I tell you.”

Fernando felt Alfredo’s hands release his wrists, and he stayed there, kneeling on the bed, on all fours, blind, trembling, listening to his own ragged breathing and the creaking of the bed beneath his weight. He couldn’t see anything. He didn’t know what was coming. He ...