A night that held promise has become long. The promise appears to be a ruse. Leather romance-in both its material gain, as well as in raw sexual satisfaction-must be addressed. Essences of false pretense and opportunity can prevail to salvage the night if Master Nick, his Slave Boi Kyle, and Gay entrepreneur of Gay merchandising, Jamie, can strike a middle ground in voyeurism with benefits for the purposes of honor. At the moment of mutual climatic glories, a revelation comes forth. Snippet: “It’s one in the morning. What in the hell is Jamie doing with guys in the store at this hour? His interest piques, as he hastily opens and passes through the doorway of this partial walled office. Inside, he stands over a somewhat small and obviously dedicated desk at where the store’s security monitor, along with its speakers, sit. Of complete intrigue, this man attentively gazes upon the monitor. Hmm, he ponders. Jamie and the other two guys are all in leather gear. There seems to be arguing or something.“Warning: This story contains over 4,800 explicit words
