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CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG SUB
THE BOI & THE ALPHA
CHAPTER 1 - BIKER_GOM_DOM
Hello, guys. New member here. Although I’m not in the habit of posting on public storyboards like this one, I’ve been scouring the forum for several months now and have finally worked up the courage to jump in and share my experiences. I’m admittedly not much of a writer, but as is customary, I guess I'll start off by briefly introducing myself.
There’s not much to say, really. For starters, my name is Jake and I’m twenty-four. I work a rather low-end job at an internet service call centre. It doesn’t pay much, but at least I get to work from home three days a week and have access to all those basic big-company corporate benefits. Though I had always imagined having my own place at this point in my life, the post-pandemic inflation spike caused rent prices to soar, which in turn sent my life in a very different direction—different from the one I had imagined years prior, that is.
Sure, I still had a roof over my head and a warm bed to sleep in, but living at home was borderline hellish. My parents were almost constantly fighting, my mum had some rather serious issues, and the strong religious influence that pretty much reigned supreme in our household forced me to keep a lid on my feelings and innermost desires.
Yes, I am gay. Or at the very least, bi-curious. I'm not sure which. I was nervous around hot women and found their physical beauty alluring. But even having said that, it was impossible to deny my even stronger attraction to men.
Having grown up thinking that such yearnings were deeply wrong and immoral, I kept those feelings repressed for pretty much the entirety of my childhood. My teen years were no different, but I nevertheless found a bit of solace in being able to blame my sinful desires on puberty and hormones.
I actively held onto the hope that my yearnings would one day vanish and just completely disappear... even though, deep down, I knew they wouldn’t. Of course, my feelings didn’t disappear. In fact, they only grew stronger.
It took a while for me to finally come to terms with myself, but irrespective of my family’s disapproval, I knew that if I were to experience any real happiness in life, I would eventually have to pursue those desires and quench my longing for companionship. Anyway, my relationship with my parents was already rocky enough as is. Only when—and if—I ever found myself in a solid relationship with someone to love and morally support me would I find the courage and strength to finally break the news to them. Until then, I would just keep to myself and do my own thing. Besides, this was my life. Not theirs.
Anyway, sorry about that. I’m getting a bit off track here. So yeah, working from home had its perks, what with saving money and commute time. But as far as my social life was concerned, it wasn’t great. In fact, it was terrible. I didn’t forge any close bonds with any of my work colleagues, barely had any contact with my old friends from school, and those years of on-and-off isolation due to COVID-19 most certainly didn’t help.
I was lonely. Lonelier than I’d ever been. Sure, I lived with family, worked at the office twice a week, and went to the gym to do some cardio every now and then. But even with all that said and done, I felt so very... isolated. I can’t tell you how many weekends I’d spent just sleeping away, gaming on my computer, and scrolling endlessly through mind-numbing social media feeds. I longed for companionship. More specifically, male companionship.
It took a lot of time for me to finally work up the courage to open a profile on a dating app, and it took even more courage to actually chat with some of the guys that initially sparked my interest.
My first few weeks of online dating—if you can even call it that—were rife with disappointment. The more time I spent online, the more I realised I was only attracted to more dominant and masculine men—both of which seemed in strangely short supply—while also being appalled by a lot of the more extreme stuff that seemed so commonplace and widely accepted.
Even after messaging and being messaged by dozens of different guys, I felt so very out of place and uncomfortable with the whole hookup culture. Everyone seemed so intense, so eccentric, and so... liberated, for lack of a better term.
Still, so alone I felt and so motivated I was to experience something that resembled a romantic relationship that I very gladly met up with a good number of guys. The handful of initial meetups I had were with guys my age. Sadly enough, all of them left me more or less weirded out and dissatisfied. One of the guys was nice, but I wasn’t attracted to him in the slightest. The others weren’t my type or turned out to be far more feminine than I’d anticipated.
The real-life interactions we'd had were fraught with awkwardness. And to my unending puzzlement, one of the guys I’d met was literally incensed upon learning that I’d not yet come out to my family. He called me closeted and said he would not meet up with me again unless I came out to my parents. I did not understand his outrage. To this day, I still don't.
Suffice it to say, those initial meetups—though less than stellar—were somewhat critical in helping me learn more about myself and helping me understand what I liked and didn’t like.
I was more choosy from that point forward, and I found myself spending far more time vetting potential meetups rather than immediately jumping the gun and agreeing to meet after just a few minutes of chatting.
Weeks gradually turned into months, and months turned into a year. And still, no worthwhile contacts were made. I was still very much a virgin and still felt unfulfilled and lonelier than ever. I eventually lost faith, not only in the hypersexualised and overtly depraved gay hookup culture, but also in myself. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I fit in? Why did I feel so many inhibitions, and why wasn't I comfortable just showing off like so many other subs were?
Still, I kept going on the site and scouring through the list of eligible profiles in my feed. I stubbornly held onto the hope that I might, due to some minor miracle, come across someone I liked who didn’t live a literal ocean away.
One profile kept coming back up time and time again. I had been checking out BIKER_GOM_DOM’s profile almost every day for nearly a year now but had never developed the courage to actually message him. Although his profile didn’t contain much info, his photos were, for the most part, intriguing—to say the least.
His account was labelled as dominant, and his username more than amply hinted at that, but being relatively new to the world of kinks, I actually had to look up what GOM meant. Suffice it to say, I felt quite the little rush upon finding out it was an acronym for "glove over mouth." In other words, handgags. Gloved handgags.
That, combined with the many photos that animated BIKER_GOM_DOM's profile and the knowledge that he was dominant left me understandably allured. Allured and a bit tormented. I liked what I saw, but I didn’t have the courage to message him. I feared disappointment, but more than anything else, I feared rejection.
BIKER_GOM_DOM must’ve noticed me regularly popping up on his visitor list, 'cause, much to my own monumental shock and surprise, I woke up one morning with a message from him in my inbox. I’ll admit, I was almost too afraid to open it.
The two of us chatted for a bit, and though I knew next to nothing about him besides the fact that his name was Erick, I was immediately overcome by the sheer confidence of his words. Even in textual exchanges, his dominant spirit was unmistakable and his assertive nature came through loud and clear.
My fingers were practically shaking when Erick sent me a photo of himself and immediately demanded one in return. He was gorgeous. And unlike most of the other doms I’d been messaged by over the course of the past year, BIKER_GOM_DOM was firm yet respectful. He didn’t send me unsolicited dick pics and he didn’t address me condescendingly or go on a rant about his self-professed superiority. He was above that. His questions were intelligent and actually gave me pause. They felt...refreshing.
The knot in my chest felt so tight that I could hardly seem to fill my lungs during that torturously endless minute it took for BIKER_GOM_DOM to view the face pic I'd sent him and write back what I fully expected to be a nonchalant response.
The expected rejection never came. He called me cute and then added weight to his compliment by saying he wanted to get to know me and have me over in person. The exhilaration coursing through me was palpable. So much so that for the next hours and days I could hardly think of anything else.
I lost count of how many times I would open my phone just to gaze at the photo he'd sent me and then go over our text message exchanges. There was only one slight problem though. Perhaps even a major one.
I lied when I said that I’d spent all year stalking his profile but never messaged him due to fear of rejection. I did fear rejection. I feared it a lot. But that wasn’t the only reason I’d refrained from initiating contact. In fact, it probably wasn’t even the main reason. I was twenty-four and looking for a romantic relationship, ideally with a guy my age or close to it. Erick wasn’t twenty-four though. Heck, he wasn't even in his 20s. Erick was a lot older than I was. He was thirty-nine.
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Why does everybody always blame it on puberty and hormones? Heck I'm six crazy and I blame it on my dad, mom, psychiatrist, my dog, the cat, the milk man but oh no it's always hormones and puberty that get the bad bad rap. OK I'm done ranting now .
I have to admit, older guys and handgags hold little interest to me, but I'm definitely keen to see how this will progress.
I liked Jake's backstory/monologue. Could definitely relate to some parts of it, and even with only one chapter he feels like an authentic and fleshed out character
I feel slightly called out by Jake’s backstory being eerily close to my own with some minor changes. I totally relate to the living at home with parents and the horrid nature of gay dating apps. I am already so attached to this character and can’t wait to see more of him.
I’m also excited for our new Alpha Erick! One, he is super hot! Two, he likes gloves handbags! Three, he has a little dog that is just too cute! Overall I’m really excited for this series despite that decent sized age gap lol!
Also that new banner is hot as hell! Absolutely love it!
Great introspection! Very relatable and I am just excited for their meet up. Not much of handgags too, but hope there are still bits and pieces of socks and feet. The anticipation is killing me
Great start to this new story! I liked Jake's back story it added some much needed depth to his character that I know will come in handy down the road; and how fun it is to get a new Dom added to the neverending list, Erick looks fun and evil and extremely gorgeous. Can't wait to see what will happen and how Jake will handle the Kinky world of being a Sub.
Poor Jake: he seems to have a tough life... but one can only hope that those days are over and he will start a whole new chapter of his life with Erick next to him....
The opening of this story is of great interest. Many people will be able to identify with some of the elements of it. I hope the two main characters develop a long, sustainable relationship.
I like the lead up on this piece.
Good initial history, the dating life makes sense, you do meet an … arrangement of characters.
Looking forward to see how it goes.
I'm going to allow a bit of time for more readers to catch up, but I'm thrilled to see Jake's story being met with such a lively reception! Thanks for all the wonderful feedback and comments so far, guys. Really appreciate it. A few takeaways for now:
Bradstick wrote: 2 months agoI feel slightly called out by Jake’s backstory being eerily close to my own with some minor changes. I totally relate to the living at home with parents and the horrid nature of gay dating apps. I am already so attached to this character and can’t wait to see more of him.
Ah, sorry about that. I wanted to make Jake's narrative relatable to as broad an audience as possible, but I hope his backstory doesn't hit too close to home for some of you. Know that my intent was not to single you or anyone else out. Jake is merely an amalgam; a house blend created by merging various discussions and experiences I've mentally collected and been privy to, both here and IRL. As such, I believe (and hope) that many of you will be able to relate to him on more levels than one.
The setting also aims to be even more relatable than usual. I've always strived to keep my narratives grounded and believable. But most of them, including B&G and Easy Prey, start off with a rather extraordinary series of events. Believable perhaps, but definitely extraordinary. Jake's narrative, unlike the previously mentioned tales, kicks off far more modestly and in a rather mundane setting. One that most readers (especially submissives) should be able to relate to on some level.
Either way, I'm glad to hear you're already attached to our narrator. That's one of the best compliments an author can receive.
blackbound wrote: 2 months ago
I'm already wondering if the dog will be involved in what is likely coming up... licking defenseless soles, for example.
I fuckin' KNEW you would pop up with some devilishly twisted idea!
Classic devious @blackbound
The logistics of meeting BIKER_GOM_DOM proved more complicated than they probably should have been. Erick offered to meet up in a neutral setting. He suggested a popular bar in town. I told him I didn’t really drink. He offered to take me out to a local coffee shop, but I admittedly showed little interest in the idea and told him I'd be more comfortable meeting him at his place.
I knew that it wasn’t exactly wise. I mean, aside from his name and his age, I knew next to nothing about him. What little I did know - especially judging by how astoundingly able-bodied he appeared in that photo he’d sent me - left little doubt as to the ease with which he could physically overpower me.
Meeting privately wasn't wise, but I was so very antsy about being seen in public. The guilt, or rather, the excessive embarrassment I harboured about my own sexuality still weighed heavily on my mind. You need to understand, this was all so very new to me. The mere idea of people seeing me with another guy and then somehow finding out that we were pursuing an amorous relationship... it just filled me with angst.
I hated feeling this way, but then I kept reminding myself that it was due to my upbringing and that these fears and insecurities would gradually subside. Or at the very least, I hoped they would.
Erick must’ve picked up on my strange hesitation and immediately clued in on my repressed sexuality. After all, why else would a young twink who barely even knew anything about him hesitate to meet in public and profess being more comfortable meeting up with him in private?
Thankfully, he didn’t press me for answers. He was admittedly quite surprised by my desire to meet up at his place, but he nevertheless welcomed the idea of having me over for a slow evening and a one-on-one chat.
As you may have guessed, not only did I not have my own place yet, but I also didn’t own a car. It’s not that I couldn’t afford one, it’s just that living in a denser part of the city meant that I'd never really needed one. I got around just fine using the public transit system.
Erick, however, didn’t live in the city. The commute to his suburban neighbourhood involved a thirty-minute subway ride and two suburb-bound city buses. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was a long enough trip for him to want to pick me up.
I declined his offer and assured him that it was fine. The commute to his place, though annoyingly complex, was only about half an hour longer than my hour-long commute to work. In other words, it definitely wasn't a deal breaker.
In truth, I would’ve loved for him to pick me up. But then I didn’t wanna risk him pulling up in front of my place and allowing my snooping mum to see us. I could technically have given him a rendezvous point, but that wouldn't exactly have marked me as independent or reinforced the image of autonomy I was desperately trying to project.
I felt so very late due to already being in my 20s and still not having my own place or owning a car. The least I could do - for the sake of my own personal pride - was to maintain the semblance of independence by getting around without anyone’s help.
As you can tell, I probably have a bit of a self-esteem problem. They say comparing yourself to others is the worst of habits. And although I know most people fill their social media pages with only the stuff they want others to see, I just can’t seem to help it. In more ways than one, I felt like an abject failure. Only when I stopped to think about the hundreds of millions of people struggling every day for the absolute bare necessities of life was I reminded of how seemingly mild and comparatively trivial my problems and insecurities were.
That’s not to say that my problems weren’t important to me or that they didn't need addressing. They were important and they did need addressing. But as difficult as this was for me to acknowledge sometimes, I had always been, and still was, among the more fortunate souls on Earth. I knew not famine, nor disease, nor civil war, nor any of those terrible things. It felt good to stop and ponder on such things from time to time; if only to retain one's sanity and gain a little perspective.
Anyways, getting back to the subject at hand, I was understandably a little nervous on the eve of my much-anticipated meetup. Wait. Scratch that. I wasn't just a little nervous. I was a lot nervous.
Though Erick and I had agreed to meet on Friday evening, I ended up calling in sick right before the start of my work shift and took the entire day off. I had barely slept the night prior, and could not, for the life of me, bring myself to care about those nagging customers and their stupid internet problems. I had far more important things to think about. I wanted to look my absolute best for my meetup with Erick.
I kid you not, I ended up spending more time in front of the bathroom mirror that afternoon than I probably had during all of last month and the one before.
The commute to Erick's place went by smoothly and proved rather uneventful. I spent most of it listening to music on my phone and trying to distract myself by scrolling through various social media feeds. It’s only when I hopped onto that final suburb bus that nervosity really struck and the urge to turn around and walk away became manifest.
I’d felt those urges before all five of my previous meetups, especially the first two. But this time it felt different. I was more nervous than I'd ever been; probably because I found this Dom guy very attractive and felt I had so much more to lose if I somehow managed to screw up.
The angst and anticipation grew even more poignant upon me coming to the sudden realisation that I genuinely had no idea how our evening would unfold or what I expected to gain from it.
Erick had offered to have me over so we could chat and get to know each other, but what if he wanted more? What if he expected something more from our exchange? Something I couldn’t offer. Something I wasn’t ready to offer.
Why was I even meeting him? What possible bond could a naïve, average-looking twenty-four-year-old virgin even fathom forging with a jaw-droppingly handsome man on the cusp of reaching his forties?
So many doubts! So many insecurities!
I looked at his photo again. The alluring size of his arms and the irrefutably attractive face that looked back at me filled me with jitters. The pangs of uncertainty had turned my stomach into a knot, but more than anything else, I knew that I would regret this day for the rest of my life if I folded like a house of cards and allowed such an opportunity to pass me up.
With a downright gawking fifteen-year age gap between us, Erick may have been too old for comfort, but I nevertheless found the idea of being dommed by him incredibly appealing. Though the expression on his face looked stern and betrayed both confidence and assertiveness, the furry little canine comfortably nestled up atop his chest did much to soften his image.
I may have been over-analysing things a bit, but I genuinely found solace in the fact that he had taken a photo of himself holding what I assumed to be his dog. He liked animals, so at least I knew that beneath that dauntingly masculine appearance, his heart wasn't made of stone.
When my phone notified me to get off at the next bus stop, I of course did so, and then embarked on the short five-minute walk leading up to my final destination. I can’t fuckin’ tell you how fast my heart was beating when I closed in on BIKER_GOM_DOM's house and pressed my finger against the doorbell.
I literally thought I would collapse or pass out. It probably didn’t help that I’d barely eaten anything all day due to basically being more nervous than a small nun at a penguin shoot!
The door swung open after what seemed like an eternity of waiting. The man who greeted me did not disappoint. Quite the opposite. I was positively thunderstruck by the sight of him.
Erick looked exactly like he did in the photo he’d sent me. Only, he was much larger than anticipated. Though his photo did hint at an impressively built physique, it most certainly didn’t do him justice.
I hadn’t brought a measuring tape or a scale with me – obviously – but I swear the guy was pushing close to 6ft5 and had to weigh somewhere in the area of 240 pounds. I was sort of expecting him to be quite big and tall, but I had somehow never imagined him being that big! Compared to my meagre 5 ft 6, 138-pound frame, Erick was a behemoth. And a big one at that!
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Oh my gosh I love Jake so much! He is just a little ball of anxiety that I relate to so much. I am so happy he decided not to cancel at the last minute or turn back home. Taking that step is hard so I am glad that Jake took it.
Can’t wait to see more of Erick’s personality but he is already quite the looker. Great work!
A 24 year old twink/twank wanting to come over to my place on a Friday Night, Fantastic, I've died and gone to heaven. I have a feeling though that Jack may not be going home to his parents very soon and he will wind up in a bondage situation beyond his wildest dreams, imagination, or wants. It looks like the puppy wight play a fairly prominent roll in what happens!!
It's nice being in on the beginning of one of your stories @Bondagefreak and not playing catch up comments six years later. Now is more relevant than six years from now.
Awesome start Sir. The inner dialogue and all his insecurities make it relatable and realistic. Looking forward to Jake’s adventure let’s hope it’s everything he wants and dreams of
I wanted to wait for when I had time to give this story a proper read and wow... It has not disappointed. The perfective that Jake is giving is so interesting and honestly something very relatable to myself. I'm extremely fascinated by the interest Erick has taken in him and how Jake is going to balance his want for human connection without delving into being clingy.
It's been set up that Jake has little to lose really; no house, no car, no real friends or other meaningful relationships, rocky parental relationship, sub-par job. So I think I see where the story is already leading the reader. In any case, Erick is extremely attractive and I'm excited to actually get to properly meet him in the story.
in what happens!!
