Chapter 8: The Digital Surrender

After the high in the truck with Ramón, where the adrenaline of the highway had made me come just thinking about the risk, I was left with a hangover of danger that wasn't satisfied with the physical. I wanted something that mixed the virtual with the real, that amplified the morbidness through screens before exploding in flesh. The apps had evolved since the old chats like Chueca; now they were BDSM ecosystems with auctions, live cams, and hybrid encounters. On an app called "DarkBid", specialized in online-offline submission, I saw the option: "Auction your submission". I registered anonymously: photo of naked torso, description: "Submissive 28, looking for master for virtual session that leads to real. Limits: progressive fisting, deep blowjobs. Word 'red'". The taboo turned me on: being auctioned like a digital object, bids in crypto or points, the winner deciding the step to offline. The risk was exposure: public cams, strangers bidding, diluting intimacy in pixels. But the morbidness amplified by technology caught me. The auction lasted 24 hours; I won 15 bids, the winner: "AmoVirtual42", a 40-year-old guy with a verified profile.

The session started online: we agreed on cams in the app, me in my apartment, him in his. I connected at 22:00, naked in bed, webcam focusing on my body. His face was blurry due to a filter, distorted voice: "Show me what you offer, bitch". I started masturbating slowly, following orders: "Open your ass for the camera, put fingers in". The digital morbidness was intense: knowing that I could be recorded, shared, or that the app was monitoring. He bid virtually with commands: "Suck a dildo, imagine my cock". I did, deep throat on screen, drool falling, moaning for him. "Good whore... now lubricate your ass". I used gel, put in a large plug, moaning while he directed: "Deeper, feel how I prepare you". The technology amplified everything: delay in the cam adding suspense, chat with emojis of fists and cocks from other viewers (semi-public session). I came on cam, jets on my belly, panting his virtual name.

But the auction included offline: "You've been good. Tomorrow, my apartment in Gracia. Bring lubricant". The step from digital to real made me nervous; the morbidness was diluted in anxiety. I arrived at his door, he opened it: real, without filters – tall, bald, piercing eyes, cock already bulging in his pants. "Enter, auctioned. Undress". His apartment was normal, bed with webcam still on to record privately. He started with blowjobs: he knelt me down, took out his cock – thick, veiny, like on cam but warm in reality. "Suck it like on the screen, but now feel the real taste". I swallowed it deep, tongue turning, throat tightening, real drool pouring. He moaned without distortion: "Damn, what a mouth... swallow it all, digital whore".

We moved on to fisting: he laid me down on the bed, various lubricants on the table – water-based gel to start, thick J-Lube for the deep. "Relax, l...