After Nick and Noah

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After Nick and Noah

Chapter 3

The next morning Nick and Noah dragged themselves out of bed late. The previous evening had been both late and exhausting. They went about their morning routine like robots, both of them quieter than usual, and each of them sensing some unease in the other.

Finally Noah broke the silence.

"Nick, I think we have to talk about last night."

"Yeah, I think we do," his partner answered.

"I'm sorry," Noah said suddenly, moving to embrace his lover in a hug.

The surprise on Nick's face was complete. "You're sorry? Why are you sorry?"

"I got so carried away last night. At the club. In front of all those other guys. Nick, I love you, and I honestly mean it when I say I've never felt bored or stale with our relationship, or with our sex life. But last night was just so incredible. With you fucking me in that sling, with all the other guys around us watching, urging you on. You looked so hot, you felt so good inside me, that I let myself go with it ..."

"Noah, my love," Nick pleaded. "I thought you might have been upset with ME! I felt the same way. Until last night I would have laughed if someone told me I would enjoy anything except what we have, yet ordering you around, having you beg me as my slave, with everyone there to see it, to hear it, was so amazing. I felt so powerful, so much in control, I got swept up in the moment. It started out as an act, but by the time we were finished I was living that whole fantasy in front of those men, and I wanted it to go on. I'm the one who is sorry."

They hugged again, holding each other tightly for reassurance. "Is there something wrong with our relationship, then," Nick asked hesitantly.

"No, I don't think so," Noah answered slowly, thinking as he spoke. "I think that if we hadn't brought it out in the open, if we couldn't talk about what happened, then there might have been something wrong. But as long as we can talk to each other about it, honestly, then we'll be okay."

"There's more," Nick whispered, hanging his head. "When those other guys were crowding around, when a couple of them wanted to join in ^Ö I, well I wanted them to, part of me. I wanted to dominate the other slaves as well, to have them begging me to use them like I was using you. I wanted to do it, to fuck them. And I wanted the other masters to join in with me, to use all of the slaves ... including ... including you! I'm so sorry, but that was how I felt."

Noah held his man, running his fingers through his hair. "But Nick, don't you see ^Ö that's what I wanted as well. The whole scene was so arousing, so lusty. I wanted the other slaves to be there beside me. I wanted the masters to line up and use me, to fuck me one after the other, until you claimed me back again. I was tingling with the thought of being passed from one to another like some toy, and I found it unbelievably exciting."

They looked deeply into each other's eyes, uncertainty still hanging in the air.

"Are we in trouble?" asked Nick.

"I don't think so," Noah smiled wanly. "Did you want any of them to come home with us?"

"No!"

"No, and I didn't want anyone to take me home except you. It was just sex, Nick. Admittedly, it was fucking hot sex; unbelievable sex, but that's all it was. What we have is love and there was no love there between any of them. As long as we can distinguish between the two, we'll be okay. As long as we both can feel safe and secure, knowing we have each other, and can trust each other, in our love, then whatever else happens is just sex."

"Even if it happens again?"

Noah nodded. "Yep, even if it happens again. Even if .." he hesitated before continuing in a much quieter voice. " ... even if next time, we let it go further. Even if we let someone else join in with us. It's still pure and simple sex. Love is what we come home to, what we bring with each other. Sex is what we may share with others, but nothing else."

In a tiny voice, Nick asked one last question. "So, you think we might go back again?" he squeaked.

Noah shrugged. "Look at how much we both enjoyed it. If we can get our heads around our true feelings, then yeah, we might go back. Who knows?"

He smiled at Nick, and his smile was returned with a kiss.

"Now, should we try getting back on track with the missing Richard? You said last night that we needed to check his computer again. Do you have some new clues?"

Nick grinned, a little relieved to have moved on, although the remembrances of the previous night still nagged at him, along with the hint of a possibility that they could repeat their adventure, even extend it.

"Yep. I want to check that match-making service again. I wouldn't be surprised if this Supersub' is on there. The name sounded vaguely familiar when slut-boy' told us last night."

Together they watched as the screen came alive, and Nick logged them into the service again using Richard's identity. Going to the pages of available men, he began scrolling through the names quickly.

"There he is!" he almost shouted, even though Noah was right beside him.

"Supersub" was the simple heading above a collection of images showing a man in harness, boots and chaps, his head covered in a black leather hood. In some of the photos he was standing with wrists shackled to chains from an unseen ceiling. In others he was on his knees, his arse exposed to the world. Below the pictures was a short blurb. The pair read it together:

`Horny, willing slave needs to submit to a strong-willed Master who can dominate and control me, show me what real discipline is. No strings, no names, no relationships, just use me and throw me away, Sir. Always eager and ready to please, I can be your toy for a night of anonymous pleasure. All scenes considered.'

"So how do we get in contact with him, how do we ask him about Richard?" Noah wondered.

"Easy ^Ö we just email him," Nick declared.

"No, look at his profile. And remember he is a member of that club. He likes to keep his anonymity. If he thinks we're trying to find Richard through him, he could just disappear, ignore our emails. Then we have no hope of finding him."

"We could try to interest him in a date," Nick said uncertainly. "Use a variation on last night ^Ö meet him, and then bring up Richard."

Noah shrugged. "Do you think you could do that?"

"As long as I know you agree, and as long as we have each other?"

"Okay," Noah nodded resignedly. "Do it. Send him an email."

"Not from here," Nick answered. "If I use this laptop it will look like it's coming from Richard. I'll have to use our own computer."

"But then he'll know who we are!" Noah sounded quite concerned now.

Nick mused for a moment. "No, we'll do what Richard did. We'll set up an account in a false name, so he won't get our real names. Besides, an email from Trojan' is more likely to get a response than one from Nick and Noah', isn't it?"

Noah laughed. "Absolutely. Those two ^Ö Nick and Noah? ^Ö they sound as boring as hell! But Trojan, now he sounds really interesting."

Nick looked sideways at his lover, surprise giving way to an evil grin as the implications of Noah's comment sank in. In an attempt to divert his thoughts from where they suddenly headed, he shut down Richard's computer and booted up his own, showing Noah how it was possible to set up a false email account so that they could contact Supersub without giving their real names.

"Now what do we say to him?" Nick wondered aloud.

"Appeal to what turns him on," Noah answered, "Keep it short and simple, tell him what he wants to hear."

So Nick typed as Noah dictated:

"Supersub ^Ö found your bio online. Think I could find a use for you, boi. No questions, no strings. Get back. Trojan."

"Okay, it's done," Nick announced as he sent it off.

"So we wait. It's still morning. We may not get a response for a while yet."

They checked their email again an hour later, and still no answer. But just after 2.00 in the afternoon, there it was, a reply from Supersub.

"Trojan, Sir. Can't find your profile. How can I serve you?"

"Oh, shit, now what do we tell him?" Nick asked.

"Keep it the same," Noah advised. "He's interested but cautious, which is understandable. Keep him guessing and keep him interested. Here ..."

He moved Nick out of the way and began typing himself.

"Supersub. No profile online. I want you to be used by a complete stranger. No descriptions, no strings. I have my own sub who needs to share. You want in or not?"

Almost immediately, he responded.

"Yes, please Sir. Just usual cautions. Need to know you respect limits."

"That's a strange one," Nick commented. "Still, it's good that he's careful."

"Limits always respected, boi. You name the place and tell a friend. That enough?"

"Yes, Sir. My place is good. Have play space set up here."

Supersub went on to give an address and a mobile phone number if needed. Nick quickly agreed to meet at the other's home at 8.00 pm, reminding him that Nick was bringing his own slave along as well.

"Nick, are we doing the right thing?" Noah asked.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, it occurred to me when you said about him being cautious. This could be very dangerous. For either him or us. If we were psychopaths, we could get into his home and hurt him badly, or worse, before anyone knew. And if he is the psychopath, what's to stop him from doing the same to us, maybe having other people there waiting, to restrain us and whatever."

Nick nodded. "Shit, you're right. I didn't think about just how dangerous it could be. These people really must take some risks, doing this."

"Maybe that's part of the attraction for them," Noah answered. "I think that tonight, we need to be extra careful. I don't know what precautions he will have taken, but I think we need to be on guard just in case. It might be fine, but you never know. If nothing else I'm taking a mobile phone ^Ö I'll have it set to silent, but I'll have it on the whole time."

The pair readied themselves early that night, donning their same gear as before, and covering it with jackets and jeans.

"Who would have thought?" Nick wondered aloud. "Twice in two nights and we're going out in public, all geared up in our leathers. Things are changing!"

When they arrived at the address they had been given, Noah fell back to assume his slave role, while Nick led him up to the door, and knocked firmly.

They were greeted by an attractive young man, wearing an over-sized shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders. But Noah quickly noticed that beneath it were chaps and boots.

"Supersub?" Nick demanded.

"Trojan, Sir," he nodded, "Come in, Sir."

"This is my slave, Viking boy," Nick said off-handedly, waving in Noah's direction.

"Yes, Sir," the other man acknowledged. "I understand. And you understand, Sir, that I have limits, and you will respect them?"

"Of course, boy," Nick said immediately. "You seem uncertain."

"With all respect, Sir, you can't be too careful anymore, and I have had an experience where my limits weren't respected. I was hurt then, and I don't want that happening again." He watched Nick closely as he spoke, and Noah watched him. When it seemed as though Nick was still happy to accept the `terms', he motioned them inside. "My play space is this way, Sir."

Noah was thinking fast as they were shown into the large room he called his play space. It was dark, painted black on the walls and ceiling, black linoleum on the floor. Candles in tall holders around the walls provided illumination, and a sling hung in one corner, a slave bench set up in the diagonally opposite spot. Shelves bearing various toys ^Ö dildoes, butt plugs, clamps, paddles and amyl, lined the walls. It was a forbidden and forbidding place, and Nick found himself instantly aroused by it. Noah felt the same, but never shifted his gaze from Supersub's face, who in turn watched Nick intently, examining him for any signs.

"Excellent, boy," Nick declared, turning to him. "This should be perfect. Now, do you have something to drink? A beer, perhaps, before we begin."

That surprised the slave. His eyebrows raised as he looked hard at Nick. "If you wish, Sir, although I won't have any alcohol just yet."

Nick noticed the hesitation, the reluctance. "It's not necessary, boy," he said, easing his tone. "I only thought to lighten the mood. We both know what we're here for, but you seem uncomfortable. I thought from your on-line profile that you enjoyed this ^Ö anonymous, hard leather sex. If you don't, say so and I'll leave!"

The other man seemed to size up both Nick's face and his words, then visibly relaxed, at least just a little.

"I am sorry if I've offended you. I do want what you want. I do get turned on by the nameless sex. It's just that as I told you, last time I tried it, I got hurt ^Ö badly. This is the first time for me since then, so I'm just trying to be careful."

Nick fell out of character for a moment. "I'm sorry to hear that. I honestly wouldn't hurt you, I swear. What happened to you, who hurt you?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"It doesn't matter, Sir," came the reply, in a voice a little more firm. "I just want it clear before we start. I'll get ready now, Sir." With that he turned to one corner of the room, and stripped off his shirt to reveal a full harness of leather and chrome encasing his upper body. Beneath it he wore chaps and boots, with no pouch or thong. His cock was long, yet surprisingly thin, and it hung down over large nuts as he bent over to tighten his belt.

Nick led Noah to another corner where he began to strip off his jacket and jeans. Quickly, Noah hissed at him: "Nick, this guy is really suspicious. It may be what he said ^Ö about being hurt before, but he's never going to open up to us unless you actually go through with this! You're going to have to have sex with him!"

Nick looked uncertain. "I was coming to the same conclusion. Are you sure you're okay with it?"

Noah nodded. "It's just sex, remember. Not love. I love you."

"I love you too. Just sex, that's all this is."

They finished readying themselves, and turned to face the other man. He cast an admiring look over both bodies, concentrating more on Nick. His cock began to harden as he did, and some of the unease began to fade.

"So, boy, you feeling better now?" Nick asked, in a masterly tone, but with a hint of concern. "I am pleased you took precautions. I assume you have told someone that you were entertaining tonight? Is there a time by which you have to contact them?"

Supersub instantly became suspicious again. "More than that, Sir. If we're being honest, I am sure you won't mind knowing ^Ö there is a sound monitor in this room, and I have a friend upstairs listening to everything that happens. If I use my safe word ^Ö `grizzly' ^Ö and you don't stop, he will call the cops straight away!"

Noah's eyes rounded, and Nick stood open mouthed for a moment. "Well, that is cautious," he answered smoothly when he had digested the information. He turned to look at Noah, who gave the slightest shrug, then slowly began to examine the room, concentrating on the doorway.

Finally he spoke again. "I approve," he said. Supersub seemed both relieved and surprised at the same time. "Those conditions are acceptable to myself and my slave. I notice that this door has a slide bolt on the inside, and is reasonably strong!"

"Erm, yes Sir, that's right," replied the other as confusion appeared again.

"Then our conditions, for our own caution and safety are these: the bolt is to be slid closed so no one can get into this room easily without breaking down the door. My slave has a mobile phone in his jacket. He will play with us as and when I decide, but he will also have that phone on and within reach. If anyone attempts to enter the room while we are ... PLAYING ... he will notify a friend we have informed of the address, and that we are in trouble. I do not want the door locked to keep out the police ^Ö I am sure they could break it in easily. But neither do I want to be suddenly surprised by one or more others who may not have my, or my slave's, best interests in mind. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir," came the reply.

"And are we agreed then?" Nick asked, swivelling to look at Noah as he spoke. Noah nodded.

"Yes, Sir!" the slave answered more enthusiastically now. It seemed as though now they were all making it clear they were concerned, and all `protected', that he was suddenly eager to get on with their fun.

"Then don't just stand there, boy," Nick said in a commanding tone, "Get on your knees and lick my boots!"

"Yes, Sir!" Supersub eagerly replied, his cock lengthening quickly as he knelt before Nick's spread feet and began to slaver over the black leather of the footwear.

"You!" Nick demanded, speaking to Noah. "This needs some attention!" He indicated the swelling bulge of blackness at his groin, and Noah immediately moved to stand with his legs straddling the prone Supersub, his face pressed against the dark hide covering Nick's cock. With a growing enthusiasm, Noah licked along the black tube of his Master's prong, savouring the smell of the leather, and the throbbing tumescence within.

With his arms crossed, Nick looked down at the sight of two slaves ministering to him. Noah's head bobbed and weaved at his genitals, while below him, Supersub's frame was almost prostrate, his hands on Nick's ankles as he licked and spat at his boots. The scene was so erotic that Nick was sure he had never felt as hard as he did right then. "Supersub, you had better get those fucking boots spotless, boy," he said menacingly, spurring the slave to even more anxious licking and slurping at his feet.

"Viking?" he hissed, uncrossing his arms and lifting Noah's face up so they could see each other. He mouthed silently are you okay?'. Noah nodded and smiled as Nick added without sound, I love you!'. Aloud, he resumed his role. "Grease up that butt plug over there, and shove it in this boy's hole!", indicating a shelf of toys on one wall. Noah grinned with excitement and agreement, moving to do as ordered. He smeared a generous amount of lube on the toy and came back to where Nick stood, Supersub still paying close attention to his Master's feet and lower legs.

"Lift that arse up, slave," Nick said, and Supersub complied as Noah knelt behind him. Slowly but firmly, Noah worked the plug into Supersub's rectum while the other slave gasped a little but refused to neglect his assigned duties at Nick's boots. Once the butt plug was in place, Nick issued further orders to his boy.

"Get another one, Viking," he said. "Make sure both it and yourself are well greased!"

Noah moved again, his pulse racing with excitement as he found a second, large black plug, covering it in lube, and applying yet more of the sticky gel to his own hole. He returned to his position in front of Nick and waited.

Nick stepped back now, away from the grovelling slave at his feet. "On your back, boy," he said to Supersub. Get that cock of yours out and play with it, let me see how hard you can get!" As the man on the floor rolled over, Nick manhandled Noah firmly into place. "That's it, Viking," he said loudly. "Feet on either side of the sub. Spread those cheeks and bend over!"

With Supersub below him, between his legs, Noah watched in fascination as the other slave began to stroke his own cock. Noah's prick was straining within it's leather envelope and he grunted as he felt the toy wielded by Nick slowly being introduced into his body. From where he lay, Supersub had a clear and close view of Nick opening Noah's arse with the toy and sliding it in, and the sight clearly excited him as his tugging on his long prick intensified, and he squirmed a little around the toy already in place in his own body.

"Stay there, just like that!" Nick ordered Noah when he was finished, landing a not too hard, but very loud slap on his mate's rounded, exposed cheek where it emerged from the leather of his chaps. "Lift your legs, Supersub," he ordered, bending down to examine the plug which was lodged in the other man. He gave the toy a twist, making Supersub gasp with pleasure, and slapped him as well, the sound crackling through the air of the dungeon.

"Don't move, either of you!" Nick said as he left them in that position and went to examine the shelf of toys for himself. Seeing a long handled whip, he was inspired to grab of it and return to where he had stood before, Noah's face at the same level as his groin, Supersub on his back. Nick stood so that his booted feet were to either side of Supersub's head and lazily unrolled the whip, letting it lie along Noah's back. He had no intention of using it to inflict pain, but the teasing idea of it being there and available if he wanted it, was turning him on. He unsnapped the cod-piece covering his achingly hard erection, freeing himself. The jock he wore was designed so that his balls and his pubic area were still encased in shining leather, and the thick pole of his cock emerged from that dark, gleaming sheath to jut proudly out from his body.

"Suck my dick, Viking!" he said in a menacing tone, and Noah hurried to comply, licking eagerly at the reddened cockhead, slurping the droplets of pre-cum drooling from Nick's piss slit, and then swallowing the monster cock all the way down his throat. As Noah worked on his prick, Nick took the whip in hand again, letting it fall to one side, and then dragging it slowly, tantalisingly over Supersub's body. He gave the long strand of leather a slight twitch, so that the very end of the instrument rested against the slave's now leaking cock.

"Enjoying yourself, boy?" he asked in a husky tone.

Supersub replied quickly. "Yes, Sir!"

"Do I need to use this on you?" Nick went on, wriggling the whip again.

"No, Sir. I'll do whatever you say Sir," the slave whispered.

"Remember that!" Nick lifted the thong of hide again, laying it slowly across Noah's back now. The effect that had on his lover was to excite him more. Noah had heard all that was said, and feeling the length of the whip against his flesh made him more determined to suck and chew on Nick's incredible hard, thick cock.

Supersub lay beneath the two of them, his hand working his prick, as he tingled with excitement at the view presented to him. From beside his head, Trojan's thick, leather clad legs rose up to a point where the Master's nuts were clearly visible as large eggs within a cocoon of shining black hide. A thick and impressive organ speared out of the leather above those balls, now glistening as Viking slavered up and down the shaft, sucking it into his throat then backing off to lick and suck again. The other slave also straddled him, long legs wrapped in the tightest black; a polished leather envelope holding his testicles and straining where a long prick pushed it out so much that the tip of Viking's cock was poking past the waistband. And from that tip dribbled a long slow droplet of jizz which fell onto Supersub's sheened and burning flesh. Behind Viking's nuts, between his legs, Supersub could clearly see the base of the plug that had been shoved into the other slave.

Supersub's excited reverie was broken by a menacing question from above. "Are you just lying there, boy?" Nick demanded.

"Uh, yes Sir?" he replied.

"Get up off that lazy arse of yours now. Viking, it's your turn to lick my boots, boy! Swap positions you two shit slaves."

Noah and Supersub hurried to obey, moving so that Noah was now on his knees, his face at Nick's boots, while Supersub stood astride him. Nick grabbed Supersub's head and pulled it towards his throbbing cock, still wet from Noah's saliva.

"Suck!" was his one word command, as he slowly coiled the whip back up and the slave anxiously dived onto his prong, slurping and gagging as he tried to bury his nose in Nick's groin. Nick ran the now rolled whip over Supersub's back by way of encouragement before dropping it to the floor beside them, and standing back, once again intensely aroused by the image of two slaves servicing him, both desperate to obey his every wish.

He let the two of them continue for several minutes like this, then stepped back without warning, satisfied to see two disappointed faces staring up at him. "Enough preliminaries," he declared. "Both of you, over that bench, side by side." He pointed to a wide shelf, much like a massage bench, positioned near the wall. As Noah and Supersub complied, Nick happily enjoyed the sight of two firm round rears exposed to him, each filled with the base of a black plug. Two sets of testicles dangled in front of two hard and throbbing cocks, both leaking profusely with the juice of anticipation.

He landed a slap on the cheeks of each of his slaves in turn, earning gasps and `thank you, Sir's as he twisted and shoved the butt plugs inside their rectums. The array of toys on the nearby shelf beckoned again, and this time Nick selected a very long dildo, and a double bladed leather paddle. He also found a bottle of amyl and handed it to Noah. "Share this if you want it," he said to the slaves, moving back behind them. He heard the sound of indrawn breath as at least one of the men took a sniff, and he slapped the paddle down onto Supersub's rear. There was little force on the blow ^Ö the attraction of this toy was that it caused no more pain than a slight tingle, but made a loud, cracking sound as one blade landed on flesh and the other slapped into the first.

"Thank you, Sir," came a cry from Supersub.

"You like that, boy?'

"Yes, Sir," he answered.

"What about you, Viking?"

Noah's voice was clear and sure. "Yes, please Sir. Use me please Sir. I need to be punished."

"As you wish," Nick accepted, smiling inwardly, and feeling his excitement growing yet again. A crack sounded loud in the room as the paddle landed on Noah's right cheek.

"You're both just fucking useless slaves!" Nick shouted at them. "What are you?"

"Fucking useless slaves!" Noah and Supersub echoed.

"That's right! Nothing but toys for me!" he landed slaps on each of them again.

"Yes, Sir," they replied.

"You need to be reminded of that. Count off for me," he ordered as another slap came down on Supersub.

"One," said the slave.

"One what?" thundered Nick, letting another blow sound out.

"One, SIR!" the boy almost shouted. "Two, Sir," he added as sound rent the silence again.

"One, Trojan, SIR!" Noah called loudly in response to a sting on his butt.

As Nick continued to rain soft but noisy slaps on the pair, they obediently counted out their punishments. When each had counted to 20, Nick smiled approvingly. "That's better, shitheads. Remember who's here to enjoy themselves, and who's here to serve me, and we'll get along just fine!"

"Yes, Sir," they chorused.

Nick became concerned when he realised that both of the bare arses pointing at him were reddening, and panicked that he had actually caused some pain. Directing his question more at Noah, but without specifying, he asked in a gruff but anxious voice, "Does this hurt, boy?" as he ran his hands gently over both Noah's and Supersub's cheeks.

"No, Sir!" Supersub called out quickly.

"No, Sir, it's fine, thank you, Sir," Noah said, a little more softly. From the tone of his voice Nick knew that he was reassuring his partner that all was well, and that he had truly enjoyed it.

Falling back into character, Nick moved closer to them, discarding the paddle now. The as yet unused dildo lay on the bench between the two subs, and Nick stood so that Noah's right leg, and Supersub's left leg, were between his feet. He reached forward with both hands, allowing his fingers to run across the backs and shoulders of each of the slaves, then slowly caressing the rounded butts before squeezing the muscled thighs of each through their chaps. His hands slid back up their legs, and he took hold of the respective plugs in those upturned arses, jiggling and twisting each at once.

Long sniffing sounds came from the bench, and he knew both men had taken another toke at the amyl. Slowly he began to pull at the butt plugs, stretching the pair's sphincters in unison. He pulled, then let the toys slide back in before pulling again, a little further each time, until each of his boys were opened wide. To a hiss of gasped breath, he slid the plugs from each, and placed them on the bench alongside the two slaves.

A bare-handed slap fell on each of the men, eliciting a hissed `thank you, sir' from both. Gripping the dildo now, Nick pressed the head of the fake cock against Supersub's hole. "You want this boy?" he sneered.

"Yes, Sir, please Sir!"

"You sure?"

"Oh, fuck yes, Sir. I need it Sir," Supersub begged.

Slowly, teasingly, Nick began to pry open the slave's rectum with the dong. He twisted it around, and moved it up and down as it entered Supersub's body, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper into him.

"Thank you, Sir," came the gasped acknowledgement.

"What about you, Viking boy?" Nick hissed.

"Please, Sir, use your slave, Sir," Noah answered. "Fill my slutty hole, Sir!"

Nick fought off his surprised but excited thrill at Noah's pleas. His lover was obviously getting into this just as much as himself. Without letting go of the toy protruding from Supersub's bowel, Nick moved to his left a little and nudged forward, his cockhead coming into contact with Noah's puckering ring.

"Oh, yes, Trojan, Sir," Noah renewed his begging. "Fuck me, please!"

"Yes, Sir, fuck him," Supersub added, his head turning to watch as Nick leaned into Noah. Pushing again, Nick felt his man's body open, and he slid his throbbing erection easily into the waiting cavity. Noah's innards, so hot and wet, gripped at him and enveloped him, and he shuddered at how good it felt.

Beginning an easy fucking motion in and out of Noah's body, Nick also used his hand to match the tempo by sliding the dildo in and out of Supersub's hole. In time, he fucked the two of them, his Viking boy skewered on his rampant prick, Supersub impaled by a long black rubber cock. With both subs moaning loudly, hissing obscenities at him and begging for more, Nick pounded away at the two, increasing both the speed and the force with which he fucked these slaves simultaneously. After some time, Supersub called out desperately.

"Please, Trojan, Sir? Fuck my arse. I want to feel your huge fucking cock in me, please Sir!"

Nick was inclined to ignore the request, but his heartbeat jumped, and his cock twitched when it was Noah who responded.

"Yes, Sir," he hissed back at Nick. "Fuck him! Let him feel what I know. Shove that monster weapon of yours up his tight hole!"

"Okay boys," Nick stated, his excitement building. "You wanna share? Then you will!"

He backed away from Noah, letting his glistening manhood exit his mate in a slurping plop. At the same time, he pulled the dildo from Supersub's body, transferring it to his left hand. The dong was wet and slippery from it's receptacle inside the slave, and without waiting, Nick shoved it deep into Noah.

"Oh, fuck, thank you, Sir," his lover gasped at him.

Resuming the pistoning of the toy in and out of a gripping body, this time that of Noah, Nick shifted his stance and aimed his slimy cock at Supersub's entrance. "You ready for this boy?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir! Please Sir, give it to me."

Nick obliged, working his cockhead into the slave's sphincter. Before him, Supersub's body shuddered with anticipation, while just beside him, Noah was writhing back and forward humping himself onto the fake dong in time with Nick's pumping motion. Both bodies were strapped in leather harnesses, both trembling with a need he could satisfy, both hot and horny. The head of his cock was sunk into another man, the feeling of moist suction and intense heat so incredible there. It was almost too much for him. Nick could not believe how aroused he was. He caught Noah's head turning toward him from the corner of his eye. His lover nodded and smiled, and Nick was over the moon.

"Fuck that slave, Sir!" Noah said harshly. "Fuck his arse good and hard!"

"Please, Sir, fuck me?" Supersub added.

Nick said nothing, but took a deep breath, and drove his manhood hard and rough and fast into the other man. Supersub gasped a little, bucking back against the force of Nick's penetration, but Nick continued. He slammed himself into that hungry gut, again and again, fucking Noah's body with the dong in his hand as he did so. With his left hand gripping at the end of the dildo and shoving almost the entire length of the toy deep into his man, his right hand reached up and grabbed the harness where it crossed Supersub's back. Pulling on the leather straps, he used the harness to gain even more power as he fucked the slave with long hard strokes, burying his cock deep into the slave's body, slamming hard against his butt with each driving plunge.

The two slaves chorused their need, begging for more, thanking him profusely, and pleading with him to fuck them, to fuck each of them. Over the next fifteen minutes or more, Nick alternated several times, swapping his cock and the dildo from one to the other and back again, fucking both slaves hard and fast, over and over again. It came to the point where he could barely hold back. Even the respite as he withdrew from one body before plunging into the other was not enough to dampen his ardour, and he backed away, fearful of peaking before he was ready. He moved away from both, withdrawing his cock and the toy at once, and stepping away from the two submissive men.

"Supersub," he thundered. "Get up and over here, now!"

The man quickly did as he was told. Turning him around, Nick bent him forward and re-inserted the butt plug into his anus, filling him and making him groan with pleasure. A couple of slaps were deposited on his arse cheeks as Nick told him what a good fuck he was.

"Thank you, Sir," he grovelled.

Nick ignored him. "Okay, Viking boy," he said, his tone harsh. "I think your hole could do with some more work."

"Yes, Sir!" Noah answered.

"Get onto here," Nick ordered, moving to the sling which hung nearby. As Noah followed, Nick pushed him back onto the swaying platform and hefted his lover's boots into the stirrups. "That's better, boy," he said as Noah settled back. "Now you, Supersub, bring me that dildo, now!"

"Yes, Trojan," Supersub scurried across the room.

As Nick pressed the long black toy into Noah's body to an accompaniment of groans and pleas for more, Supersub stood watching closely, his excitement obvious from the raging hardon jutting out from his pelvis.

"Don't just stand there, boy," Nick almost shouted at him. "Get behind me and lick my arse!"

With a sigh that was near to gratitude, the slave was soon on his knees, his long, talented tongue tracing the crack of Nick's arse, feathering its way over the hairy hole of his Master for the evening, and probing inward, sending shivers of delight through Nick's frame. Nick did his best to concentrate on pleasuring Noah who lay back with half of the fake cock protruding from his body, but it was difficult to ignore the delicious sensations from Supersub's mouth at his rear entrance.

He was so aroused by this double stimulation, that soon Nick discarded the dildo, replacing it with his own heated, steel hard poker; fucking into Noah's body with ferocity. Supersub struggled to keep his place, trying in vain to continue to lick at Nick's arse while his Master rocked back and forth inside the other slave.

"Get up here, boy," Nick hissed, reaching back to grab the sub's shoulder. As his slave stood again, Nick jutted his chin at Noah's body. "Suck his cock! Play with his tits! Let me see you service him," Nick commanded.

Supersub enthusiastically followed orders. His mouth followed his fingers all over Noah's frame. He suckled greedily at the long hardness of `Viking's' erection. He bit and nibbled at the twin nubs standing up from the other slave's chest. He licked and caressed Noah's abs, his shoulders, his arms. When Supersub moved up to stand behind the sling, his arms extended so that they could still tweak at Noah's nipples, and his hooded face lowered itself until he and Noah began to kiss, Nick almost blew his load on the spot. The sight of his lover being fondled, teased and kissed by another slave, while Nick was fucking deep and hard into his body, was unbelievable. He let the two slaves continue for a few minutes, before pulling away from Noah.

"Change-over!" he said simply. Both slaves looked up to him, understanding in their eyes. Supersub moved toward the back of the sling and helped Noah to stand up and out of it while Nick stood there, arms crossed, supervising his toys.

"You know what to do!" he barked at Noah, as he stepped back into the gap between Supersub's open chaps. Without further comment, he pressed the head of his cock against the opening to the slave's body, reached forward and gripped at the harness he wore, and heaved him backward onto Nick's throbbing, readied prong.

A grunted "Fuck yeah!" escaped Supersub, followed by a low moan of pleasure as Noah's talented lips found the other slave's cock, and began to massage the throbbing shaft. Supersub soon found himself immersed in a sea of ecstasy as Trojan plumbed the depths of his body with a thick, hard cock, driving deep and rough into him, while Viking reciprocated the attention he had given, fingers, lips and teeth roaming all over his torso and teasing him ever upward to greater plateaux of pleasure. He moaned and mumbled pleas of need and desire as the Master and the slave worked on him.

Nick was ever amazed at the feeling of power and control he had, fucking this stranger whilst Noah caressed and worshipped the body beneath him with his hands and mouth. He humped at the slave, hissing and swearing at the two of them, ordering them to kiss or bite, or simply to please him.

Bending over the other slave, Noah could barely contain his own excitement. From time to time he caught sight of Nick's powerful, stocky body ramming hard against Supersub, or saw the look of complete animal lust in Nick's eyes. His own cock was drooling rivers of pre-cum as he played with the other man, biting at those hard nipples, grabbing at the long cock and roiling nuts, even letting his fingers stray so that they encircled the pistoning thickness of Nick's masculinity right where it pierced Supersub's body. Slowly he moved back up to the head of the sling, mimicking what the other had done, and reaching down to play with his body while he lowered his face to the leather covered head and kissed those wet, gasping lips.

Nick grabbed again at the dildo as he saw Noah bending to lock lips with Supersub. Flooded with raging desire, he squeezed the fake cock in alongside his own fleshy spear, prying open the slave's arse and causing him to scream out in a combination of agony and ecstasy. Noah lifted up to watch, his fingers pulling even harder at Supersub's tits as he did.

"You like that, boy?" Nick menaced at the writhing body impaled upon him.

"Oh shit yeah, Sir! I need it, need to pleasure you, Sir."

"You do, and you are," Nick agreed. "That's two cocks inside you, now, slut. How would you like three?"

"Unhh, Sir?" the sub gasped, not quite following.

"Are you gonna do whatever I say, boy?" Nick demanded.

"Yes, Sir..." he whined.

"Then shut up and take it!" Again, he thundered into the ravaged hole, pounding Supersub's gut with his own cock and the long black toy. "Like I said, that's two. Now take three! Viking ^Ö fuck his face!"

Both Supersub and Noah looked up at Nick, their eyes wide, before quickly getting his intention. A fire of lust blazed in each, and as Supersub threw his head back on the leather, Noah lifted himself up and fed his throbbing rod into the other's throat. In seconds, the three were fucking and panting, Nick barking wordless commands while Noah muttered obscene pleas and Supersub simply mumbled around the thrusting meat filling his gullet.

As he slammed himself into the opened boy, shoving the dildo in alongside his cock, Nick sweated and heaved with passionate abandon. He looked along the leathered frame to where his partner was also fucking this sub, Noah's wet and shining cock disappearing into the man's suctioning lips before withdrawing quickly to be driven in again. He caught Noah's eyes, and saw in them a smiled acceptance of pure lust, an animal need rooted in pure sexual expression. Their stares locked on one another, the two men quickly approached their peaks. Nick could feel it in himself and see it in Noah. And he sensed that Supersub was close as well.

"Fuck yeah, you little slut boy," he hissed. "You're gonna be filled with man cum from both ends, so get ready for it, slave!"

Supersub nodded, trying to gag out an agreement as he sucked even harder and more urgently at Noah's cock, and clenched himself around the double invasion in his arse.

"Fuck him, Viking," Nick called again. "Shoot that jizz into his stomach! I want to see the look on your face as you cum!"

The words seemed to have an amazing effect on Noah. Almost instantly, he began to shake, drowning in erotic instincts. "Oh yes, Sir, I'm cumming," he screamed out. "Supersub, take this, man!" as his body tensed, and his eyes rolled back. Nick watched in fascination as his mate convulsed, Noah's pelvis spasming forward and driving his cock deeper into the sub's throat. Supersub swallowed, and swallowed again, drinking the manjuice that Noah poured into him.

The sight was too much for Nick, and his nuts exploded. "AAARRGGHHH!" he screamed in release as his ejaculate flooded the already crowded cavern of Supersub's bowel. Shot after shot erupted from him, and he was certain that the slave into which he emptied himself was actively suctioning his essence with his greedy innards. With the dildo still lodged beside him in the clenching ring of Supersub's sphincter, Nick shuddered through his orgasm, wondering if he could survive such an intense explosion. Suddenly, Supersub tensed between them. With both men filling him from either end, being fucked by three hard hot pricks, and flooded with jizz, his senses went into overload. The pinnacle of ecstasy for him was to be used like this, and as his body twitched, his cock showered a geyser of cum all over his stomach and chest, and up onto Noah's pelvis where it pumped still into his throat.

For what felt like an eternity, the three men trembled and held their collective breath as pure pleasure engulfed them, wiping out all idea of anything else but their climax. The world ceased to exist except here in this dungeon, centred on the simultaneous orgasm of three men in leather who sweated and ached into ultimate release. Finally, Noah dropped back onto his feet, then sank to his knees, his cock slimed and dripping. Nick wrenched the toy from Supersub's body, then gave another shudder or two as his testicles completed their efforts, and his legs began to weaken.

The slave lying in front of him, hanging in the sling, shook and gasped as yet more ejaculate flowed from his inflamed cock, then seemed to collapse, shrinking onto his leather platform. His eyes opened, a look of disbelief and utter satisfaction in them. Nick smiled benevolently, and helped Supersub to stand out from the sling before the slave also dropped to the floor, gasping for breath and still trembling with the final vestiges of pure pleasure.

"Holy fuck, Thank you Sir!" Supersub whispered when he finally came back to earth. Nick had all but collapsed, and was now sitting on the floor. Noah lay alongside him, also still breathing heavily as the last of the orgasmic shudders faded from his body.

"You did well, boy," Nick said. "Both of you. I am pleased with the way each of you obeyed me."

"Thank you, Sir," Noah and Supersub chorused. They looked at each other, and grinned with the pleasure of shared satisfaction.

"May I get you that drink now Sir?" asked Supersub.

Nick raised his eyebrows in a question, but the slave smiled easily.

"I think we can trust each other now, Sir. You can be the one to open the door and check the house if you like, but there are no thugs waiting to attack you. `Gary'," he called out to the empty room, "It's okay now, you can go mate, and thanks!"

A few seconds later, the three of them heard footsteps on the stairs outside, and a quick double thump on the door of the play space as the hidden man left.

"That should protect your privacy, Sir," Supersub explained. "A drink?"

"A drink for all of us, I think," Nick said evenly, smiling at the slave boy. He was the first to open the door, and calmly walked out. Somehow, he trusted that this man was true to his word.

The three of them sat, still in their leather, still grimy and sweaty from the exertions, as they relaxed with beers.

"May I ask a question, Sir," Supersub began.

"Sure," agreed Nick.

"You don't seem like the usual Masters I have had here before," he said carefully. "It's not just the agreement about the safe word and the monitoring. Even when you were using us, it seemed like you were also making sure that we were enjoying it as well, almost like you were protecting us."

"Yes, well," Nick harrumphed, unsure of how to deal with this. "Any decent Master looks after his slaves," he declared.

"Mmm," the other man nodded. "But it's more. After all, you're still here ^Ö most guys come in, use me, and go ^Ö that's the bad part of the anonymity. I love being used by someone I don't know, but I don't necessarily want him to disappear the second we're finished."

Noah began to flounder, and for the first time all night, he took the lead, saying more than just yes sir' or no sir'. "Supersub," he began, "You should know that we don't do this very often."

"So you can speak, Viking boy," he chuckled. Noah smiled back and went on.

"For us, tonight has been a real learning experience. We've never done it before."

"Wow, I never would have guessed. You were great, both of you."

"Truth is, we found your details while we were looking for someone else," Nick added.

The slave boy looked uncertain. "I don't know whether to be complimented or insulted," he said dryly. "Did I measure up?"

"No, I mean, yes ... please," Noah butted in again. "It's not like that. Listen, don't be upset, tonight was amazing. But we didn't start out looking for something like this. We're actually trying to locate a `friend of a friend' who's gone missing."

"What?" said Supersub, startled, looking from one to the other. "What does that have to do with meeting up with me for a session? I don't see any connection."

"We think you may know the guy we're looking for," Nick said quickly.

"Ha ^Ö so you fuck me first and then lay this on me? Nice style guys!"

"Please, don't be angry. I know how it looks, but I mean it when I say tonight was incredible. If you can't help us with our other matter, then fine. But I would still be saying `thank you' for tonight anyway."

Supersub appeared a little mollified by that, and Noah spoke again.

"We've been trying to find a guy called Richard, and we are almost sure you've been with him ^Ö like this I mean," Noah said, indicating the play space, the sling and the toys. "He's a Master who likes the same kind of things."

"Sorry, guys, but I can't say I know anyone called `Richard'. Someone's given you a bum steer."

"His nickname, the name you would know him by, is `Mr Dominance'," Nick said.

Supersub suddenly became very agitated. His eyes narrowed as he examined Nick and Noah with new suspicion. "Okay, who are you really, then? Did he send you here? Well, tell him I'm not interested, and I'm not playing anymore. He had his chance, and he blew it!"

"What?" blurted Nick. "No, no, you don't understand. We don't know where he is. He didn't send us. We've been trying to find HIM!"

"Honestly, man," Noah added. "We found out he is a regular at the Tortura Club, and we went there looking for him. By accident we heard there that he used to get it on with you a lot, and we found your details on a match-up service on the net. We came to ask if you could help us find him ..."

"And get a little bonus on the way?" Supersub finished in disgust.

"Well, not really," Nick stammered.

"No, but after we went to the club, we found that we actually enjoyed this whole scene," Noah added. "So we thought we would try it. What's the difference whether we contacted you because you might know Richard ^Ö uh, Mr Dominance ^Ö or whether we just chose you because we liked the sound of your profile? Either way, we all ended up getting what we wanted out of tonight, at least in terms of the sex."

Supersub sat and glared at them for a long time, but slowly his anger diminished, and his look softened. "Alright then, let's say I believe you. Why are you looking for Mr Dom?"

"Because he disappeared last weekend. He's been gone almost a week now, and his partner is desperate to find out what's happened to him."

"His partner? I can't imagine him having a `partner'. He hates any kind of commitment, any kind of strings."

"Yeah, well, we've discovered that," Nick said wryly. "Although his partner doesn't know it yet. Seems like he has a whole other life his partner doesn't know about."

The other man chuckled mirthlessly. "That would be right! Listen guys, okay so I know him. But I haven't seen him since last week - Tuesday night. You know when I told you about being hurt, about how I had taken these extra precautions with you coming over? Well that's because the last time anyone came here, it was him ^Ö Mr Dominance. And I didn't take any precautions that time. He'd been here before, had me before at the club, too. Well he was the one who didn't stop when I asked him to. He's the one who kept on going. He hurt me. He raped me, I guess. He brought someone else with him too ^Ö another sub, just like you. That's why I was so careful. He made the other sub hold me down while he beat me, then he just left. I haven't seen him since, and I don't want to!"

"Shit!" swore Nick.

"I'm sorry, man," Noah said with feeling. "But last Tuesday, that was a good four days before he disappeared."

"Good riddance, I say."

"What about the other sub?" Nick asked. "Do you know him, where we might find him? Maybe he could help."

"No, I don't know him. I think I might have seen him once or twice at the club, but I don't usually take much interest in the other subs, if you get my meaning."

"What about a name, anything?" Nick sounded desperate.

"I can't be sure, but I think he called him big boy'. Something like that anyway, although I'm damned if I know why. He wasn't big at all ^Ö a skinny little runt, and his equipment' was nothing to write home about. That's all I can tell you."

"Oh well, thanks anyway," Nick said.

"I guess we'll leave you then, get moving now."

As they covered their gear, and got ready to leave, Supersub seemed to have a slight change of heart. At the door, he muttered under his breath, then spoke up again. "Listen, guys, I may have been a bit harsh on you. Mr Dom hurt me, but you guys were fantastic. If you want a return meeting, well, you have my number and my address, okay?"

Nick smiled. Noah held out his hand and shook. "Thanks. I'm not saying we will be in touch, but you never know. Thanks again."

To be continued ...

This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!