Chapter 1
Sam was sitting in his bedroom working on his romance novel late in the evening and enjoying his weekend. The story was about a shy closeted homosexual who became brave and finally set off to explore the world in order to discover his homosexuality and passion for BDSM. Sam had written and rewritten many chapters while crafting the perfect story to get his character to the kinky promise land. He wasn't quite sure how it would happen and when it would end, but he knew how it would end.
He enjoyed creating digital art, and writing erotic fan fiction since he was a child, and recently had started sharing his work online for other people to read and critique. But the story he had been working on lately wasn't just another story, it was a collection of his deepest desires, most wild fantasies, and darkest fears.
The part of the story Sam was working at that moment was a scene where his main character was tied up inside of a sex dungeon getting savagely fucked by several large men. Sam was rock hard while he was writing the scene, that was, until his two drunk roommates Mathew and Bobby came stumbling up the outside stairs and into the apartment. As soon as they got home they begin playing loud music. It completely derailed Sam's focus and momentum, but he didn't mind taking a break to cool down so he saved his story and closed it.
After working on his story all evening, Sam was pretty hungry, but he wasn't looking forward to interacting with his loud and ruckus drunk roommates. Since he didn't have anything to eat in his room, he had no choice but to venture out to the kitchen. Sam opened his door and walked towards the kitchen, and when he got into the living room Mathew and Bobby where sitting on the couch arguing about who could drink more beer.
Sam walked past his roommates and said, "Hey guys"
Then he continued to the kitchen and made a chicken sandwhich. After pouring himself a glass of juice he ventured back towards his bedroom with his food. But he was stopped in the living room.
"Bro, me and Mathew have some hot bitches coming over tonight", said Bobby.
Sam joked, "Nice, try not to wake the neighbors up."
Bobby said, "These bitches are wild bro, they'll let you smash."
Sam awkwardly responded, "I'm okay on the smashing, you guys have fun."
Mathew spoke up, "Bro, you're weird."
Sam spoke back, "You fuck women in the living room with other guys."
Mathew sprung up off the couch in a fit of anger and told Sam, "Bro, if you're trying to call me faggot, I'll fuck you up right now."
Afraid of getting into a fight, Sam carefully responded, "Oh no Mathew, you misunderstood me, I'm just saying you guys are soooo much more wild than I am."
Bobby laughed, then said, "Yeah bro, we're fuckin wild!"
Then Mathew and Bobby sat back down on the couch and started arguing about which one of them was more wild while Sam snuck back into his bedroom with his sandwich and drink.
Sam sat down at his computer desk relieved that he didn't get beat up but his stupid drunk roommate again. Sam was frustrated that he always had to walk on eggshells around his roommates when they were drunk, but they were much bigger than him so he knew de-escalation was his only option.
Sam couldn't wait to move out, and he was only few months away from finally getting his own studio apartment. He already had it all planned out, and he was excited to live on his own so he could get some fun sex toys and play with himself whenever he wanted without the fear of his roommates catching him. He even made a wishlist online and knew exactly what dildos and bondage gear he was going to buy.
After finishing his sandwich and watching YouTube videos for awhile, Sam took a shower and got ready for bed. He downloaded a new episode of his favorite podcast then laid down to listen to it until he could fall asleep. When Sam was dozing off and about to fall asleep, he heard loud moaning and grunting coming from the living room, and remembered Mathew and Bobby were having women over for the night.
Sam listened to the Mathew and Bobby fucking the hell out of the women in the living room and he began to feel jealous that they were always getting to have fun. Sam knew if he tried to invite a guy over to fuck his brains out in the living room while Mathew and Bobby had to sit in their rooms and listen to him moaning from the pleasure, it would be a serious problem.
Sam didn't think it was far that he couldn't have the same kind of fun in the apartment. Even if he was just masturbating with a dildo or wearing a collar, there was always a decent chance his stupid homophobic used-to-be friends roommates would barge in. Especially, when they were wasted and needed a ride to the gas station to get more beer.
Sam wanted to cry, but he held back his tears as his sadness shifted to anger. He was so fed up with his living situation and the constant fear of his roommates finding out he was gay. In an attempt to get his mind into a different headspace, Sam grabbed his phone and started looking at the all the fun things he was going to buy after he got his own apartment.
He looked at and admired the collar he was going to get, it was a two-inch wide leather collar with thick straps. He liked that it had a lockable buckle with an O-Ring hanging off the D-Ring in the front. Sam looked at it for a few minutes, then impulsively hit the order button.
Sam thought, "Fuck it" as he ordered it. He figured he would risk having something he liked. And he knew if his roommates barged in while he was wearing it, it wouldn't be as bad as them walking in while he's using a dildo.
After ordering the collar, Sam felt emboldened and decided then and there that he was going to download a dating app and try to have conversations with other guys, although he knew he couldn't bring guys home until after he moved out.
He downloaded the app and made an account, then added a few photos of himself and wrote a short bio talking about his interests. He searched for profiles of people in a 25-mile radius and was blown away by the thousands of gay and bisexual men around him. It was such a long list to go through, so put it off until the morning.
After ordering his first BDSM sex toy, Sam was too excited to fall asleep right away. He decided to log into his favorite adult sight and find something fun to masturbate to. He settled on a video with a man in handcuffs getting his throat fucked by a bigger more dominant man. After Sam finished masturbating, he grabbed his dirty bath towel and cleaned himself up, then got back into bed to fall asleep.
Chapter 2
Sam woke up early in the morning, and immediately started thinking about getting on the dating app to message some guys and start having some conversations. Being in the closet his whole life, Sam had very little experience with flirting and asking people out on dates. But he knew he had to start at some point.
So Sam got out of bed and got dressed, then walked out to the kitchen to make breakfast. He made his way down the hallway and into the living room where Mathew and Bobby had passed out. He navigated his way around the empty beer cans and paper plates as he made his way to the kitchen to make some scrambled eggs.
Sam heated up a pan on the stove then cracked an egg open. He looked at the egg white slowly dripping out of the eggshell and imagined how sexy it would be to see a guy with that much precum dripping out of his hard cock.
Sam thought to himself, "calm down dork."
Sam finished cooking his scrambled eggs and then he put them on a plate. He opened the cabinet to grab a glass but there wasn't any clean ones, so he moved some dirty dishes around until he found a glass. After washing the glass, he opened the fridge only to find someone had drank all his juice and then put the empty bottle back in the fridge.
So after pouring himself a glass of water he headed back to his room to sit down and eat. He scrolled through the dating app on his phone while he was eating his scrambled eggs and he began messaging guys. Sam didn't have a specific type of guy he was looking for, but he skipped past anyone that even slightly resembled Mathew and Bobby.
Over the next hour Sam sent messages to dozens of different men, asking them all about their interests and hobbies. Many of the men replied throughout the day and most of them where just asking Sam if he wanted to hook up after just a few messages. Sam wasn't comfortable with casual hookups so he politely declined those, but he was excited people were messaging him back.
Towards the evening Sam had talked with all the guys who responded to his messages and didn't find anyone was interested in going on real dates. It was a lot of horny guys who wanted to skip right to fucking, and the rest were closeted gay men who didn't want to be seen in public going out on a date with another man. Despite that, Sam was still determined to find a date. Sam messaged more guys, but this time he expanded the distance to a 50-mile radius from his location.
Sam scrolled through looking at profiles and messaging people the same generic conversation-starting questions, but as he was going from profile to profile he saw something different. He saw an older gentleman named Greg, and his profile picture was of him sitting on his motorbike and wearing blue jeans, a red t-shirt, and a leather vest. The man was even wearing leather boots and sexy wristbands. Sam viewed Gregs profile to check out his bio and it was short and brief. It said "Proud member of the LGBTQ and kink community, looking for fun connections."
After reading that, Sam didn't want to send the generic conversation-starting questions. He wanted to ask questions about the community he wanted to be apart of, and the lifestyle he wanted to experience. But Sam struggled to write the perfect message to introduce himself while also finding a way to hint that he was interested in talking about kink. Getting frustrated from all of his overthinking, Sam decided to send a very straight forward message without an introduction.
He simply wrote, "Hey, I saw in your bio you said you're part of the kink community. Can I ask you questions about that?"
Sam didn't feel like messaging any other guys after that because he was only thinking about the questions he wanted to ask Greg. So instead of messaging other guys, Sam worked on his story.
So he sat down at his computer and finished writing the scene where his main character is tied up in a dungeon getting railed by a couple large men. Sam didn't make it long before he was already fully erect because he was fantasizing about being dominated and punished by powerful men, so he took a break to jerk off and regain his focus.
When he was done ejaculating, he got back to working on his story and finally finished the scene. He went back and changed some details to one of the Doms in his story. He changed the police officer to a badass biker like Greg.
Sam checked his dating app messages several times hoping that Greg replied, but the app said he hadn't logged in for the last two days. So after waiting for a reply all day, Sam laid down in bed and listened to a podcast until he was tired enough to fall asleep.
