THE DISCOVERY

Marc is 22 years old and hasn’t slept well for three weeks.

It isn’t insomnia. It is pure, crystallized fear, the kind of fear that wakes you at four in the morning with your heart in your throat and the certainty that your life has just changed forever.

It all started in a gay sadomasochism chat.

Marc created the profile out of curiosity, because for years he had felt something strange in his chest every time he watched domination porn, every time he fantasized about being controlled, humiliated, reduced to nothing. He had never tried it. He had never dared. But at 22, newly arrived in Barcelona from Sabadell, living alone for the first time in a shared flat in Gràcia, he decided it was time.

He uploaded a torso photo. No face. He wrote in the profile: “Beginner. Looking for a Master to guide me. Willing to learn. Serious.”

Within two hours he had seventeen messages.

One of them was from Antonio.

Antonio’s profile didn’t have a face photo either, but it did have a long description, extremely polished, almost literary:

“I am firm, dominant, educated and cultured. I like complete sessions with submissives/dogs/slaves who want to give free rein to their nature and need discipline, to be tamed, a Master before whom to surrender, whom to serve and obey. I also like initiating and guiding beginners and wayward beings to find the firm hand they need.

I have a discreet place where meetings can take place on Meridiana. You may scream and moan without restraint; no one will hear you. I can also host for a few days anyone who comes from nearby and behaves properly. I do not rule out a 24/7 relationship without cohabitation, but with firm control and rules.

Reliability for appointments. No cash.”

Marc read the message three times.

Something in that text made his cock hard instantly: the firmness, the promise of “being tamed,” the mention of “screaming without anyone hearing you,” the offer of lodging, the 24/7 control. It all sounded exactly like what Marc had fantasized about for years but had never dared to seek.

He replied that same night.

“Hi, I’m Marc. I’m 22, I live in Barcelona, I’m a total beginner but I really want to learn. I’m looking for a real Master to teach me and discipline me. Can we talk?”

Antonio’s reply came three minutes later.

“Marc. Good. I like your tone. We will talk, but with rules from now on. First: you always address me with respect. Second: you answer quickly when I write to you. Third: you tell me the truth about yourself, no lies and no fantasies. Understood?”

Marc felt a shiver.

“Understood.”

And that was how it all began.

For the next two weeks, Antonio and Marc talked every day.

Antonio didn’t ask for photos. He didn’t ask for anything sexual at first. He only talked.

He asked t...