Leo has made better decisions in his life than the ones that led to this moment.
It wasn't crazy to go on Grindr. People do that all the time. Was it crazy to message the faceless torso whose bio mentioned a humiliation kink? No, some people aren't out, that's not something he's going to judge about, and he's got the same kink anyway, no use throwing stones.
Was it crazy to meet up with the guy without knowing the guy's real name or telling anyone where he was going?
Yes, in retrospect that's probably why he's currently naked and locked out of the guy's hotel room with his hands cuffed behind his back.
Leo pounds on the door, tries the handle, hears nothing but laughter from the other side. He hears a door handle turning three rooms over and, his stomach lurching at the possibility of being seen, makes a break for it.
He ends up huddled in a darkened stairwell, the concrete cold against his bare feet. His heart is pounding, his face is brick-red, and his cunt is dripping with traitorous arousal.
This day could not get worse.