
Part 1
When you live with someone for enough time, more often than not you will discover something about him. That something may not even be known by his closest friends and family.
That was what I, Scott, learned early in my 3rd year in university. Around October, I moved in to my hostel, which was a small room fitting for 2 people to sleep in and spend their time as undergraduates of the university. Of course, I was not the only one staying in that room. My roommate, Lucas happened to be 21 years old just like I was. Except we took different courses, so we were never in the same lectures. The first few weeks were pretty awkward, as we didn't know how to initiate a conversation with each other and thus leaving the room with profound silence. That was... until a certain incident happened.
I had just woken up on a lazy Friday morning. Thankfully I had no classes that day, so I planned on sleeping in but was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. I reluctantly stood up and opened it, to see my roommate standing right in front of me. He was wearing a jet-black T-shirt with blue, slim fitting jeans, with the tail of his canvas belt jutting out from the side, as well as a pair of clean, grey Converse. Without a moment for me to greet him, he asked me to grab his car keys from his drawers. He was obviously in a hurry, so I wasted no time to comply with his request.
I dashed to his drawers. Upon opening it, I could see the keys that he needed... beside a ballgag, a red one specifically. My mind went to many places as I looked at it.
"Why is this here?"
"How did he get it?"
"Is he into it?"
I wondered but did not dare ask. Lucas obviously knew I saw it, because his facial expression changed. I wasn't sure what he was thinking. For all I know, he intended for me to discover it. Nonetheless, I gave him his keys while trying to maintain a neutral countenance. He responded with a quick thanks and left. I closed the door and sat on my bed, contemplating deeply for the first time on my roommate's interests and behaviour. I knew that ballgags are really only used in bondage and nothing else, and so convinced myself that he has at least an interest in it, just as I do.
Hours passed since that morning without me ever going to sleep as the thought of bondage filled my mind throughout the period. I was in my grey hoodie, black fit jeans and blue canvas belt. The slightly cool breeze had forced me to wear socks to keep my feet warm. I was surfing on my phone on the bed, lying on my belly. I scrolled through my various social medias but my mind was still focused on the ballgag that was lying in Lucas's drawers.
"Maybe I should just take a look. Just a look..."
"But that would be an intrusion!"
"It's not like he'll know about it. Besides, I'm just going to try it out for a while."
"Wait, I want to try it out? Of course I want to try it out, dammit!"
The argument I had with my mind got more intense by the minute. I wanted to try it on just because I've never had the opportunity to do so. But that would be a breach of privacy. Worse if Lucas actually caught me trying it on! He could report me to the authorities and I would probably get expelled, not something I could afford at the moment. I wondered if I should even bring it up to Lucas just to simply start a conversation but given how quiet we were with each other, that would only add to the awkwardness.
Then it occurred to me that maybe he had more than just a ballgag. "Perhaps there are stashes of rope hidden in his closet, duct tapes in the drawers or handcuffs somewhere in this room? Maybe I should take a look. And... do what exactly....?"
My inner debate was halted by yet another door knock, followed by its opening and Lucas's swift entrance. He put his bags on the bed, kept his shoes under and locked the door. My eyes were still locked onto the screen of my phone (though the same can't be said about my mind) when I feel a sudden and powerful force dropped on my back, followed by a hand tightly gripping my mouth.
"Mmmphhh!!" I screamed as loud as I can in shock and panic.
"Shut up or you'll regret it." Lucas's tender but strict voice reached my ears.
He sounded like a completely different man there, as if all this while I was a roommate to a psychotic murderer who had been pretending to be a shy introvert. I nodded as much as his grip allowed me to, which wasn't that much, and remained quiet in order to signal my obedience. He appeared to have gotten my message as he replied with a simple "good" at me.