Roommate Bonding Time (Remastered) | CH. 2

Four male roommates. One apartment. And a secret tension that’s been building for far too long. One night, a few coils of rope and a dare turns into something none of them can explain away.

This is a steamy MM romance intended for mature readers over the age of eighteen featuring shibari, BDSM, and roommates who discover they aren’t as straight as they thought. All characters are consenting adults.

Reader discretion is advised. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and events are products of the author’s imagination.

© 2026 Josiah B Vale

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Based on the viral story posted on josiahbvale.com.

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CHAPTER TWO

There he was, so casual. As if he wasn’t buck ass naked in front of us all, bare on the worn-out rug. Milo was the hairiest guy in the room by far, with a thick, black, bushy spread across his broad chest, narrowing as it ran down his stomach, then exploding into an even fuller patch at his groin.

It framed him, made him look rugged, raw, like he didn’t give a damn. He wasn’t hard, but even soft, his cock hung thick and heavy, resting over a pair of full, round balls that looked weighted, grounded against the rug.

“Just bros being bros,” he said with a laugh, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like being naked and tied up by your buddy wasn’t a sexual identity line we were all teetering on. His voice was light, but there was an edge to it, something daring me to react, to say something, to do something.

“Yeah, sure,” I muttered, dropping to my knees beside him, a new blue rope now clenched in my hands. I forgot to ask him about the color. His bush was … distracting. My hands just sort of found the rope before I even knew I was grabbing for it.

Heart thudding hard enough I was sure someone could hear it, my eyes kept slipping to the expanse of his bare skin, to the way that dark hair curled over his nipples, to the weight between his legs that I shouldn’t have been noticing. I’d always dated girls, liked girls, never even considered anything else. But kneeling there, so close I could feel the heat rolling off him, I wasn’t so sure if I could call myself straight after tonight.