A Gay community within a major metropolitan serves as a backdrop for this story that is set within the Gay Indie adult leather entertainment field. Two fetish professionals in the field, and a leather master and his slave boi of their culture's lifestyle have each found themselves in purgatory. Oppositions through misguided as well as misunderstood intentions pose horrendous challenges for these four Gay men to sustain. Under a moonlit progressive talk and stroll to an all night espresso cafe, cultural understandings flourish between the men. Once their destination is met, each man accepts who he is, and acts upon his inhibitions to the greater benefit of their man-crossed associations.
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Nick, an embracing master, along with his willing slave, Kyle, work towards living their choice of a full time leather and bdsm lifestyle. Overwhelmed in their pursuit of opportunity, the master and slave duo become sidetracked by an intrusively flamboyant, though knowledgeable, vendor of cultural couture. The alluring invitational offer by this…
Snippet: “Just suck right up to those big guys, Boi Kyle,” quips the man who locked that door.
To this man who wears blue denim shorts, a light blue, short sleeve, button down chambray shirt and white sneakers, the tall man retorts, “Knock off the remarks, Jamie. You should feel damn lucky – and I mean damn fucking lucky that Nick suggested we have coffee together. If you’re making snide remarks to his slave boi, what’s Master Nick going to think of you, as well as for any chance that we can sort out the misunderstanding?”
Warning: This story contains over 4,500 explicit words