Submission

Twenty years old, a virgin, and shut away among comics. My father thought a trip to the country would make me a man. He never imagined who would be waiting there.

I saw him on the corner with the whistle between his teeth, warning the dealers. I couldn’t stop looking at him, and I knew I wouldn’t go home that dawn without him.

I went trembling into that dark apartment to wait for a man I had never seen. What happened that afternoon marked me for the rest of my life.

I waited naked beside the olive tree, my backpack at my feet and my phone in hand, never imagining that cold night would leave two different flavors in my mouth.

The hot water ran down my back and, for the first time in that captivity, I felt his calloused hands like a caress. I didn’t open my eyes. I had promised him.

I put on the lingerie she’d never wear and wait for him to knock on the motel door. I know he’ll return: there’s a man starving in his home.

That stone basement beneath his neighbor’s house became my secret school, where Tomás and his brother taught me everything I was afraid to name.

The bedroom door was ajar. I looked through the crack without thinking and what I saw pinned me to the floor: my father was not who I thought he was.

Karim ripped my swim trunks off and told me it was time to stop acting so prim. I had no idea that by the water I’d learn to use my body as a weapon.

I was drunk on the subway when I opened the app out of boredom. I had no idea that message from a stranger would end with me on my knees in a dark storage room.

I accepted the game: the door left unlocked, the lights off, and a man whose face I’d never see. What I didn’t imagine was meeting him at the office on Monday.

I had a week to decide whether to leave everything behind. That night, four men set out to make me forget the decision, even if only for a few hours.

Unai’s suitcase was packed, but before crossing the ocean there was one last night left: four bodies, two harnesses, and a goodbye none of them would ever forget.

I was hunting deer on the mountain when talons lifted me into the clouds. When I awoke, a wild-bearded man with an erect cock awaited me on a marble bed.

The ad said “free erotic session for young guys.” What it didn’t say, and what I understood perfectly, was how he planned to charge me that night.

I’d been sending him nudges for months with no reply. That morning he answered with two words that had me on my knees before I even opened the door.

When he opened the door in his boxers and told me “on your knees, quietly,” I knew the Uber ride across town would be worth it.

He wore an immaculate suit and, underneath it, the lace only Adrián could see. When the office door clicked shut, Noa stopped being the perfect assistant.

Ten minutes off, a soccer video game, and a ridiculous bet were enough to unravel everything Bruno thought he knew about his friend in one afternoon.