The awakening of a MASTER

It was 2003. The internet still sounded like a 56k modem, Messenger vibrated every now and then, and the place where everything really happened was the Chueca.com chat. There, among nicks like "activo_mad_28", "pasivo_busca_amo", and "polla_gorda_19", a 22-year-old boy named Dani spent his nights with a hard cock and a heart beating a thousand times per minute.

Dani didn't know yet that he was a Master. He knew that giving orders turned him on, that he liked to imagine older guys on their knees, and that when he masturbated thinking about dominating, he came harder than ever. But he had never taken the step. In his room, with Linkin Park posters and a CRT monitor flickering, he entered the "Master and slave" and "Looking for real submissive" rooms with the nick "Chico22_Mad".

One October night, private message:

mature_servile_52: hello boy

mature_servile_52: do you have a photo?

Chico22_Mad: yes, I'll send it to you

mature_servile_52: damn... you have a bad boy face

mature_servile_52: you turn me on a lot

Chico22_Mad: and what are you looking for exactly?

mature_servile_52: to serve, to adore, to be used as you want

mature_servile_52: I live alone in Chamberí, if you want to come... I'll suck your cock until you come in my throat

mature_servile_52: no commitment, first time or not, I don't care, I just want to kneel in front of you

Dani kept staring at the screen. His heart was beating so fast it almost hurt. He had never met anyone before. He had never felt a real mouth. He wrote trembling:

Chico22_Mad: when

mature_servile_52: whenever you say, tomorrow?

Chico22_Mad: ok, tomorrow at 8

mature_servile_52: I'll send you the address, door open, come in directly, I'll be on my knees in the living room

The next day, Dani spent the afternoon like a flan. He showered three times, put on the boxer that marked his package the most, worn-out jeans, and a tight black t-shirt. On the metro to Chamberí, he was erect and had the feeling that everyone in the car was staring at him. He arrived at the portal, took a deep breath, and went up.

The door was ajar, just as he had said. He pushed it open. The apartment smelled of incense and man. Low lights, chill-out music in the background. And there, in the middle of the living room, on his knees on a carpet, naked except for a black leather harness and a wide collar: a man in his fifties, short gray hair, well-cared-for body but with a belly, small cock trapped in a pink metal cage. When he saw Dani, he raised his gaze and spoke with a hoarse voice:

—Good evening... Master.

Dani froze in the doorway. That word hit him like a direct lightning bolt to his cock. "Master". He had read it a thousand times in the chat, but hearing it in the flesh was another thing. The submissive lowered his head.

—You can come in, please, I'm he...