Fascination

By Harley Garrett

As a Gay Leather couple, dominate Master Derek and his submissive slave boi Justin now live

amidst the darker side of what is their lifestyle’s extreme culture. A continuous hunt for other

Gay leather men to erotically interact and party with in a euphoric manner are what this leather

couple pursue. Amid their process of pursuing same Gay leather lifestyle interests, the Master,

along with his slave boi, connect up with and host a man that possesses extraordinary

physicality as well as euphoric properties. While Master’s intrigue of this particular man is within

those properties that he possesses, his boi’s designs towards the dominate guest rise to

obsessive fascination. For this master, his intrigue becomes euphorically plentiful, as the boi’s

fascination leaves him to lust for uncertainty.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Langley's Lovelies
• Release date: Jul 6, 2017

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FASCINATION

by

Harley Garrett

In what appears to be a studio apartment by its layout, adequate furnishings and appliances, with rather bland or minimal decor, along with what is obviously the bathroom, by way of such partially open door, are two men. The entire space is illuminated by natural light through a western exposed glass sliding doors open window. By the sun’s position, it is early evening. From the window, a waterfront lays but mere blocks away in its foreground. Variances in heights of numerous buildings and structures denotes this area to be a metropolitan or urban setting. A view to the left shows an increase in heights of buildings. A righter view reveals a most identifiable structure, known as Seattle’s Space Needle, clearly defines the city. This ability to have a panoramic view of Seattle’s downtown demonstrates such studio to be situated upon an upper level.

The two men are but briefly clad in only black leather jockstraps. While one massively muscled man sits in one of two padded chair at this studio’s dinette set, totally focused upon conversation through his cell phone, the other sinewy muscular fellow stays busy as he works between this living space’s closet and dresser, taking from as well as to lay out black leather gear along with some clothes upon a king size bed.

Conversation from two men--an obvious one within this studio as well as that other man on the other end of cellular communication--sounds outward, due to its cell phone speaker being on.

So, says the man from this studio, who wears his blonde hair in a sharply cut, flat top, with cool blue eyes amid chiseled facial features, and possess strong and smooth bodied physicality, you managed to find parking in downtown Seattle--and on Pride Saturday to boot!

From the cell phone’s other end, the manly voice acknowledges, I sure did. Probably the last available space around. I’m in the last available space in the pay-to-park that’s next to the Whirlwind Cafe. Before the studio-based man can speak, he, who has just parked his vehicle, asks, How far is this from where you guys are at?

Only about eight blocks away, answers the blonde-haired man. He then adds, Like I said earlier, since we have a parking space for our Jeep in our building’s adjacent parking garage, we’ll drive down, and pick you up.

The man who has just parked acknowledges, Ah, that’s great. I have dark brown, spiky cut, flat top-like hair. I’m wearing a grey tank T with black shorts and sneakers. I’ll be sitting on the trunk lid of my white Toyota Camry. At six foot seven and two-hundred and forty pounds, I’m pretty easy to recognize.

Boi’s mouth gapes as he takes an immediate pause in his laying out apparel to look, with wide eyes, directly at Master.

Following a short chuckle, the blonde-haired man remarks, At six foot seven, I’d damn well say that you’d be noticed. I have my cell’s speaker on, and my boi, by his facial expressions, seems to be totally captivated by your size. He’s always had a huge attraction to men of overall physical size. He then goes on to explain, We have a red, Cherokee, four door Sport Jeep. I’m six foot, two, two-hundred pounds, with blonde hair, also cut in a flat top. My boi is five foot, seven, one hundred and fifty pounds, with a shaved head. Then he pauses to peer over upon the top of that studio’s bed, and resumes speaking, We’re already shaved, showered and douched. All we have to do is get dressed--with the exception of black leather jockstraps that Boi and I are already wearing. I see that my boi has set out our black leather gear, of course, to include his collar and right arm band. Of course, there’s my two arm bands, as I’m a Dom switch. Then, for both of us, there’s our harnesses and wrist bands. As for our streetwear, he’s laid out black cargo shorts, muscle Ts and sneakers. Guess he went for the sneakers as opposed to our boots because it’s a rather warm night.

The self-described, exceptionally tall man gives a short though deep chuckle, and then goes on to express, It sounds like you have quite the boi, there. I, too, have my Dom leather gear on under my tank and shorts.

Yes, indeed, he has become quite the boi for sure. Well, speaking of him, the boi, here, is getting his gear on, so I better get to following suit, says the blonde-haired