How I Lost My Virginity Parts 13 and 14

Part 13 — No Way Out
Fernando kicked desperately, hitting Alfredo’s hand with his free foot, trying to get loose. But the movement made him lose his balance on the branch: his hands slipped from the bark, his body tilted backward, and for an instant he felt the emptiness, the air, the world spinning.

He fell.

Alfredo caught him halfway down, with a strong arm around his waist, stopping the fall just before his head hit the ground. Fernando was left hanging in his arms, trembling, and then he felt Alfredo violently let him go, dropping him on his back onto the grass.

The impact knocked the air out of him. Fernando lay there, stunned, eyes open, staring at the sky, feeling the pain in his back, in his sides, and above all the fear, that paralyzing fear that kept him from moving.

Alfredo stood over him, breathing hard, his arms hanging at his sides. His shadow covered Fernando’s body.

“Do you see what happens, son?” he said, his voice hoarse, loaded with cold fury. “You have no option. There is no escape. There is no way out. And now you’re going to find out what happens when I’m disobeyed.” And then he took off his belt, folded it in half, and came closer.

The first strap fell across Fernando’s side with a dry crack that tore a muffled scream from him. The second, across his thighs. The third, across his back, through the uniform. Each blow left a burning mark, and Fernando writhed on the ground, teeth clenched, eyes full of tears.

But he did not beg. Not this time. Something inside him, in some dark and fucked-up corner of his mind, had broken, and instead of screaming “please,” he simply endured it, trembled, closed his eyes, and waited for it to end.

Alfredo dropped the belt. He came closer, stood over him, and Fernando felt a hot stream soaking his uniform, his face, his hair. Urine. Alfredo was pissing on him, standing there, looking down at him, with an expression of absolute satisfaction.

“This is what you deserve for behaving so badly,” Alfredo said calmly, as the warm liquid ran over Fernando’s uniform. “From this moment on, you’ll only be a whore to me. Nothing more. Not a student, not a good boy, nothing. A whore. And whores don’t run away.”

Fernando stayed still, soaked, smelling his own scent and Alfredo’s mixed together, feeling the liquid cool on his skin. He did not answer. He couldn’t. He only stared at the sky with empty eyes.

Alfredo grabbed him hard by the hair and dragged him toward the house. Fernando howled in pain, clawing at the ground, trying to keep up with the pulls so his scalp wouldn’t be ripped off, his knees scraping against the pavement.

Inside, Alfredo threw him onto the carpet and violently tore off his uniform: the shirt, the pants, the underwear, everything flew apart or was left ripped on his body. In a moment, Fernando was completely naked, trembling, with red belt marks crossing his skin.

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