I didn’t recognize the other follower, not the username or the profile photo. Just in case it wasn’t a random follower, I clicked on the profile and felt my eyebrows crawl up toward my hairline.

Definitely a random NSFW user. I didn’t follow those. My account was essentially the official account for the Initiative, and God forbid a student checked out who I followed.

I scrolled down a little, because why not, and shifted in my seat.

Someone was into kink. Gay kink, to boot.

I had two friends who were into this too. By day, Greg and Moshe worked in accounting and education, and they raised two children together. When they had babysitters, Greg was a Daddy Dom who called Moshe his little boy.

Having always loved taking care of people, pleasing those I held dear, I did see the appeal of that kind of dynamic. But I couldn’t say it was directly up my alley. What I wanted couldn’t be split into left or right, dominant or submissive, black or white. I wasn’t what a kinkster friend might call Switch either.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate BDSM porn…

All the photos on this account were black-and-white, not to mention heavily shadowed. Both sexy and beautiful. One hinted at a man kneeling in front of another, and he had his cheek resting against the dominant man’s thigh. Without revealing any details or features, the picture had peacefulness written all over it.

Must be a nice feeling.

Oh, hands. I clicked on a photo displaying two hands, one gripping the wrist of the other, and I squinted at a small tattoo. Hadn’t I seen that before? I assumed it was the submissive guy who had his wrist in someone’s hold, and he had a small snake that slithered up along the side of his thumb. I was sure I’d seen it before. Maybe it had something to do with a kink. Kinda like what everyone my age did twenty years ago, a star inked somewhere to show they were gay.

I didn’t have one of those stars, thankfully. They didn’t look very good today.

I yawned and left the profile. That user would undoubtedly unfollow me soon. Most of these random accounts just wanted a follow-back. Nicky had taught me.

I went to Camden Adair’s account instead and clicked the link in his bio. Only snippets of his videos were posted on Instagram, with the full-length ones waiting on his YouTube. I brought my beer over to the TV and slumped down on the couch. Feet landed on the table. I took a swig of my beer and pressed play on the clip, and soon Camden’s face appeared on the screen.

He was a gorgeous young man, and he had the most infectious grin.