Gay slave in chastity

I remember seeing Kevin for the first time at the downtown coffee shop, and knew instantly that, despite being deeply closeted, my life as a gay man would never be the same. His shy smile across the crowded room sparked a feeling I’d long suppressed, a forbidden hope that maybe, just maybe, I could finally embrace my truth and find happiness, even if the rest of the LGBT community seemed miles away from my fearful reality. Years later, holding his hand as my husband, I know that one cup of coffee changed everything, proving that love can conquer even the most profound anxieties.