Another Nick and Noah

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Another Nick and Noah

Chapter 10

Monday morning brought Nick and Noah to an empty breakfast table, laid out for them by the housekeeper, but with no-one around. Some time after they'd eaten and were sitting by the pool considering their options for the day, Patrick showed up, bedraggled and yawning.

"So much for the energy of youth," Nick commented in reference to his insults about their age the previous day.

"Hmmph!" Patrick replied.

"Where's Frank?" Noah asked with a smile.

"He had to get up early. He's gone into the city, has to start back at work today. He's had as much time off as they would let him after Wes was killed."

"Oh, Patrick, sorry, I didn't realise," Noah said quickly.

"That's okay," the other man assured him.

"Are you going to be alright without him?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. I think I'll have a quiet day myself, just relax, read a book, see what takes my fancy."

"We can hang around with you if you'd like?" Noah offered. "We were thinking of going out for a ride, but we can stay here."

"Don't be silly," Patrick remonstrated. "I don't need babying. If anything, I'm exhausted after the weekend. I think I might even take myself back to bed for a few hours." He yawned, as if to emphasise his point, standing slowly and promising them he was alright, before making his way back upstairs.

Nick and Noah watched him go.

"Coming down!" Nick announced knowingly.

"Yeah, maybe," Noah accepted.

They discussed in low voices the revelations from Saturday evening about Phillip and Frank, and about Patrick's drug connections. All of it put together seemed to be almost overwhelming, but if nothing else, they were now convinced that Phillip was not the murderer.

"We should let Bob know," Noah commented.

"Yeah, he'll probably be back at work by now," Nick agreed.

Nick pulled out his phone and dialled the office number for Detective Moran. "Good morning, Detective, it's Nick Giannis here," he announced.

"That sounds very formal," Bob answered with a chuckle.

"Oh, well since this is an `official business' type call, I thought it was appropriate," Nick responded.

Bob's interest was sparked now. "Official business? What about, Nick?"

Nick set about relaying to the cop everything that had transpired on Saturday evening, repeating their conversation as best he could, leaving nothing out.

"So, we thought you should know," Nick finished. "We guessed it would save you a trip to interview Phillip, since he can't have done it."

"Yes, I suppose," Bob said. "Although I should still see him briefly, just to confirm it officially. As a recent ex-lover, he would automatically be on the list of people to be questioned, whether he has a water-tight alibi or not. It is a shame to hear about Patrick's other involvement though."

"Yes," said Nick. "Will you be acting on that at all?"

"No, I don't think so. The information didn't come to me through official channels, so there is no need to pass it on to the drug squad." Bob sounded a little quiet, as though he were lost in thought. "I don't think I'll mention it to anyone just yet. I don't want it complicating the murder investigation unless that's really necessary."

"It's Sean that we feel bad for," Nick said. "After everything else, he has a drug-dealer brother! We were wondering what you thought -- should we tell him?"

Bob Moran sighed. "Yes, I think you should. It would be best if he hears it from someone he knows."

"Okay, we'll give him a call. Talk to you soon."

"Bye, Nick!"

As he cut the connection, Nick began to explain to Noah about Bob's comments concerning Patrick and Sean, when his phone rang again. He looked at the screen and his eyes widened. Pressing the `accept' button, he spoke quickly into the phone.

"Sean, how are you? We were just talking about you."

Their new friend laughed. "I hope whatever you were saying was good," he chuckled, then changed his mind. "No, I hope it was bad, really bad!" he laughed even harder.

"You're an evil man, Rammer," Nick said in a hiss. "And that's something I like in another Master!"

"Glad to hear it, Trojan, cause I have a suggestion for you. We both have the day off work, and we're going on a little shopping trip. Thought you might like to join us."

"Join you for a shopping trip?" Nick asked in surprise, grimacing. Noah grinned at his mate's reaction.

"Uh huh! But this isn't just any shopping trip. There's a place in Hoddle Street, Abbotsford that specialises in what they like to call adult supplies'. They have Melbourne's best range of toys, hoods, everything. It's called Eagle Leather', and we're going to head over there."

"Hmm, sounds interesting," Nick said, attentive now. "I think I've heard of them. They advertise in the gay press in Sydney for on-line sales."

"So, are you up' for it? If you want we could always head back to our place afterwards and try out' the new toys ..."

Nick could hear the offer in Rammer's voice, and Noah guessed quickly by the surging bulge of Nick's cock that more play was being suggested. He tapped Nick's shoulder, and nodded.

"Okay," Nick said. "it's a date. Give me the address, and we'll meet you at the shop in an hour and a half."

As he finished, he suddenly remembered -- he had meant to warn Sean that they had some news for him.

"Leave it, Nick," Noah said. "We can break that to him later. There will be plenty of time."

It was only just after 10.00 am. Patrick had disappeared, and they guessed he was sleeping off the weekend, so they left him a note to the effect that they were going out, and not sure what time they would be back. Donning their riding leathers, they climbed aboard their bikes and roared off onto the road again. The thrill of the ride, the feel of the gear, and the throb of the engine, still excited both of them, and they were beginning to feel quite at ease riding back and forth between Melbourne City and the Mornington Peninsula. They had certainly covered some kilometres in the last couple of weeks.

As they pulled up outside the address they had been given, Will stepped quickly up to the bikes. "Fuck those things look hot," he said with a grin.

"So do you, Cumslut," Nick replied. Will was dressed in leather pants, a tight white T, and a black vest of shining hide laced together at the sides with silver chain.

"Sean's waiting inside," he chuckled, leading them into the store. Toward the back, they found their mate, in tight faded blue jeans under chaps, and a jacket pulled over his bare torso.

"Hi, guys," he greeted them enthusiastically.

The four friends happily looked around the store, examining the treasure trove of toys and gear on display. This business catered for a wide variety of tastes, and lived up to it's reputation as one of the best in the country.

"Anything in particular you're looking for, mate?" Nick asked Sean as he held up and examined an extra large dildo. The toy was actually a strap-on prick specifically designed to be worn by a man. It came complete with leather harness, and was made of black rubber, and hollow so that the wearer's cock slipped right inside the prong itself. Measuring a good 40 centimetres long, and probably 7 or 8 cm in diameter, it was shaped with realistic looking veins and glans, and two large balls at the base.

"Something like that would be a start," his friend replied, nodding at the huge dong. "My boy is starting to get used to what we've got. I think a new prong, bigger than the last, is overdue. Apart from that, I would like to get myself a new pair of chaps."

Will walked over to them as they spoke. "Oh, is that for me?" he asked Nick, looking at the long, thick dildo in Nick's hand. "Unreal! I can't wait to try it!" He smiled happily at his lover. "Sean, I wouldn't mind getting one of these harnesses ..." he showed his man the configuration he meant. It had the usual shoulder and torso straps, but the side pieces connected to separate chrome rings, which were themselves joined by a short length of chain. From the main rings two lengths of leather fell in a `V' to connect to a single ring which sat over the navel, and another strap dropped from there to a thick chrome cockring.

"I have something very similar at home," Noah smiled at him. "It's best when your nipples sit inside the large rings. Get Sean to attach a chain to each tit -- it feels great!"

"How about this?" Nick asked. He was holding a black latex pouch. On closer inspection, it was designed to sheath the wearer's genitals. The whole thing was flexible, and stretched to fit tightly over an erect cock, tied back at the base, and held testicles in an attached pouch, so that the effect was as if the wearer actually had a shining black latex cock and balls.

"Hey, I like that!" Noah whispered with a grin. "I think we should get one."

Nick smiled lustily, putting it aside.

There was a wide variety of chaps to choose from in that section of the store, and the four friends happily chatted together as Sean picked at several styles, between them arguing the merits for and against each. But it was Will who made the final decision. Seeing his man in an extremely tight pair of bright, shining leather chaps which, instead of being full pieces for each leg, were laced together along the full length from hip to ankle by leather string, he declared loudly, "Fuck you look hot in those!"

That made Sean's mind up for him. Taking the chaps, along with the harness and dildo to the main counter, he paid for their selections and had the friendly assistant bag it all for him. Nick followed with his own purchase of the latex `cock sock' as he called it, and the two couples stepped outside into the light of day once more.

"Do you have a car here?" Noah asked Sean and Will.

"No, we live not too far away. We came over by tram and on foot."

"Well, we have the bikes," Nick said with a huge grin, motioning at the metal steeds with his arm. "You want a lift?"

The smiles on Sean and Will's faces gave him his answer, and they quickly mounted up, Will climbing on behind Nick, while Sean rode pillion with Noah.

Within minutes they were back at the younger men's home, the bikes safely parked at the back of the house. Sean led them inside to a comfortable, well furnished but small living room.

"Want a drink?" he asked.

"Just one," answered Noah. "We have to ride home, remember!"

Beers in hand, the four of them relaxed for some time, talking easily amongst themselves. But Will seemed a little fidgety, and before long he could hold back his excitement no longer.

"How about we try out these new toys?" he asked in a soft voice redolent with sexual promise.

"Mmmm, sounds good to me," his partner replied.

"I'll go along with that," hissed Nick.

Noah chuckled. "Don't forget Viking," he whispered loudly.

Sean led the other three along a short corridor to what appeared to be a bedroom. Pushing the door wide, he ushered them into a room

This was Sean and Will's play-room. Not as expansive as that of Bob and Peter, nor as well equipped as Nick and Noah's `downstairs', it was nonetheless a very inviting space. The only window was blacked out by heavy drapes, and the opposing wall, including the door, was painted black. Matching it, the floor was covered in black vinyl over a soft underlay. But the other two walls, facing each other, were completely mirrored which gave the impression that the room went on forever with their double reflections. The ceiling was also a full mirror. Will lit two large candles, and the combined light from their flames, repeated to infinity in the glass walls, provided more than enough light to see and enjoy the room.

Dominating the area, positioned with its head back against the draped window, was a cargo' style sling suspended by silver chains from a free-standing metal frame. The leather straps which comprised the sling itself were each about 10 centimetres wide, running full length and side to side, criss-crossing each other with square holes' formed between them. Opposite the foot of the sling and against one of the dark walls, to one side of the doorway, stood a slave bench, also black, complete with wrist and ankle shackles attached. Rounding out the `furnishings' were shelves built against the wall on either side of the window, and a small round stool pushed to one side for the moment. On the shelves could be easily seen a collection of toys and equipment -- dildoes and butt plugs, cuffs and collars, paddles and whips, ball parachutes, chains, ropes and cockrings. Rammer and Cumslut also had a wide array of gear at their fingertips, with a multitude of harnesses, chaps, vests, caps, hoods, jocks and boots in shining black leather lined up on the shelving.

"We like our gear and our toys," Rammer shrugged easily by way of explanation.

"Oh yeah, I can see that!" Noah answered.

Nick chuckled. "No complaints here, my friend. The more the better!"

"So are we gonna break in the new stuff?" Will asked, eagerly and a little impatiently.

Sean muttered evilly. "I'll break you in, Cumslut, if you get too pushy ...", grinning as he spoke.

"Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!" Cumslut hissed back, already removing his `street' wear as he reached for chaps and boots. A slave hood went over his head and he turned his back to his Master for it to be tied in place before he eagerly settled his new harness over his shoulders and around his torso, the double rings at the front sitting evenly around his bullet nipples. He fed his nuts and cock through the cockring which was part of the harness before buckling the chaps closed over the connecting leather strap.

"Looking hot!" Rammer nodded approvingly. His sub's prong jumped with acceptance and anticipation, quickly growing into hardness. "Take whatever you like for yourselves, guys," he added, looking to Nick and Noah as he slid his legs into the new chaps he'd purchased before donning a Muir cap and `Chicago' harness. Full calf length boots, polished to a mirror finish, completed his outfitting.

Nick and Noah happily accepted the offer, choosing chaps and harnesses for themselves as they transformed into Trojan and Viking. Noah added a half hood and a leather jockstrap, while his Master donned a biker's cap, armbands, gauntlets and soft gloves to envelope himself in dark, aromatic hide. As he sat back on the stool to pull his boots back on, Nick looked up to find the two slaves already on their knees, licking at Mater Rammer's boots while his colleague stood above them, powerful legs spread wide and arms crossed on his chest.

Trojan let out a long, low whistle. "Fuck that looks hot!" he exclaimed.

Rammer simply smiled in acknowledgment.

As his own cock jumped to full erection at the sight presented to him, Master Trojan noticed the latex sheath he had purchased on their shopping trip. Reaching for it happily, he proceeded to roll the soft, shiny black sock down over his turgid prick. As the tight material enveloped his cock, he slid his nuts into the sack which formed part of the sheath, and a single snap tightened it in place. Nothing of Trojan's impressive genitalia was left to the imagination. In fact, the gleaming, skin-tight coverall accentuated every vein and ridge of his prick and he appeared even larger than he was. The effect was so arousing that Nick's erection sprang into fullness and stayed that way. He felt empowered by his new, glistening black mantool, and intended to use it to full advantage.

With a confidence born of lusty experience and nurtured by the leather he wore and the surroundings in which he found himself, Master Trojan stepped across to the huddle of suborned bodies at the feet of his colleague, his darkly shining spear advancing before him. He came to a halt, his latex encased cockhead arching across the heads of the slaves to all but a millimetre away from the straining leather codpiece at Master Rammer's groin, and stared into the yes of his fellow dominant.

"Service me!" he said, clearly but quietly, commandingly.

Instantly, Cumslut and Viking shifted their attentions from Rammer's boots and began to climb the black leathered pylons that were Trojan's legs with their tongues. Without looking down, or even acknowledging them, Trojan lowered his right hand and cupped it around the throbbing sack of leather that held Rammer's gonads, squeezing firmly before allowing his fingers to slide upward and pinch at the long, hard tube of his friend's cock through its envelope of hide. At the same time, his left arm broached the space between them, and his fingers closed around Master Rammer's right nipple, plucking at it with force.

Master Rammer reacted quickly, throwing his head back in a guttural roar of delight as he uncrossed his folded arms. He emulated Trojan's assault upon his chest, his own left hand twisting the small, dark brown erection that was the other Dom's right tit. As the two slaves continued their ascent of the black leather pillars towards the promised goal of twin raging erections, both Masters gasped with tingling arousal at the mutual attack upon their chests. Rammer's head came back up and his eyes locked yet again with his counterpart, now mere centimetres away. With the fingers of his left hand pinching and tugging at Trojan's chest just as his own chest was similarly provoked, the Dom's free right arm reached out and over Trojan's shoulder until he held the other neck in his hand. Master Trojan fought the pressure he felt from his colleague -- a contest of power between the two dominant males as they held, gripped and squeezed at each other whilst being serviced by their subs. But this was a competition in which neither could lose, and before long the two tops joined at the lips, struggling with each other to open mouths and force tongues between teeth.

A kiss it may have been in name, but the connection Trojan and Rammer made was not one of tenderness or love. It was pure lusty passion. A biting, sucking conjoinder of unashamed arousal given body in their clench. Driven by raw excitement, the two men devoured each other, hands and fingers pinching and pulling at hardened chests while their respective subs dutifully and enthusiastically suckled and gnawed at the black envelopes of leather and latex stretched over rolling nuts, and licked along shining tubes of steely cocks as they strove to service the Masters.

Caught up as they were in their combative, struggling embrace, the dominant men fought hard with each other, each relishing the sense of power and eroticism they derived from this masculine, animalistic stand-off. Yet they could hardly ignore the insistent secondary attack upon themselves waged by the submissive men at their groins. Cumslut and Viking grew bolder and more urgent with each passing minute as they massaged and stimulated two sets of cock and balls with lips, fingers and tongues.

It was Master Trojan who finally acknowledged the attentions of the subs. With one hand firmly gripping at Rammer's neck, he pulled himself and his colleague apart with force, looking down to the glistening flesh and gleaming dark leather of the slaves between himself and his fellow top, simultaneously admiring once again the shining spear of black latex that was his own masculinity.

"My cock needs to be inside a slave -- or two!" he growled at no-one in particular.

Master Rammer chuckled evilly. "Here, try this one," he offered in a guttural hiss, pulling Cumslut away from his own genitalia and dragging the boi by one arm toward the slave bench.

As Cumslut hurried to oblige, shuffling on his knees in the indicated direction, Trojan murmured an acceptance.

"Okay, I guess he'll do -- for starters."

Taking the slave's arm from Rammer, Trojan lifted him to his feet and then bent the compliant body over the slave bench, face down. He had intended to strap the sub into place on the bench first, to play with him and to use him at his leisure, but the sight of Cumslut's twitching hole between the rounded orbs of white arse cheeks and framed by the tight black leather of chaps, was too much of a temptation. Quickly fisting some lube over the latex sheath he wore, Trojan lined himself up with the inviting target that was the sub's anus, and slammed himself deep into that waiting cavern.

"Arrgghh ..." gasped Cumslut in surprise, the unexpected but not unwelcome invasion shooting spears of electric delight through his body. "Thank you, Sir!"

Trojan made no response to the man impaled upon him. Burying his manhood deep into the bowels of the other, he held steady for a few seconds as both adjusted to the joinder, then leaned forward to cover the other's body with his own. Moving forward himself, still sunk to the hilt in Cumslut's innards, Trojan took ownership of the body beneath him. His arms stretched along Cumslut's arms, his hands grabbing at the other's wrists and positioning them within the leather straps attached to the bench before buckling them in place. With his own knees, the Master nudged the slave's legs forward and bending one at a time, until he was knelt into place on the covered bench. Only then did the dominant man relinquish his grip on the other's arms, and only temporarily whilst he fastened the shackles around the submissive's ankles, fixing his plaything into place, fully restrained and unable to resist Trojan's every whim.

Cumslut may have been forcibly restrained into his doubled over position, but Master Trojan copied it, legs bent into the slave's, arms stretched along the length of the boi, his chest pressed into Cumslut's back and his throbbing sword scabbarded deep and unmoving within the slave's sphincter. The sensations Trojan knew from that latex sheath were amazing. The tight, gripping material was both constricting and slippery at once, and with the clenching of Cumslut's ring of muscle around his root, the Master revelled in the heated slickness enveloping his masculinity. For a long moment he simply rested in place, basking in the sense of total domination he felt over the man-toy wrapped up in his own body, occasionally allowing himself the pleasure of an unhurried thrust into his new possession.

As soon as Trojan had taken Cumslut from him, Master Rammer happily turned his attention to the other submissive at his feet, his own thoughts echoing Trojan's stated desires -- the need to bury his long, thick and aching cock into a yielding slave was intense.

"Up, boy!" he ordered, taking Viking's hooded head in his hands and lifting as he did. The tall muscled man he now commanded quickly obliged, standing in front of him.

Ramer's eyes greedily drank in the view presented -- the smooth but taut body, chest strapped into a harness, legs wrapped in skin-tight leather chaps, a face hidden by gleaming black hide except for deep blue eyes and a full, inviting mouth. He gripped the back of Viking's head with his hand and forcibly thrust his tongue into the sub's mouth, kissing him long and deep, re-igniting the amazing sensations he had just felt with his colleague. Again, this was a kiss not of love or tenderness, but of animalistic lust and need.

Rammer savoured the taste of the man for several minutes, all the while anticipating taking control of the other and using him for their mutual pleasure. Breaking their kiss, he spun Viking around and landed a gloved slap on the firm globe of his left butt cheek.

"On the sling, boy!" he ordered.

Viking nodded, a soft but earnest "Yes, Sir!" as he began to turn around to back into the apparatus.

"No, No, the other way," Master Rammer hissed with Irritation. "Face forward. Get your legs up and over the chains ... I want your cock and your nuts hanging down!"

The slave quickly struggled into the unfamiliar position, his legs spread wide in order to straddle the leather straps. As he manoeuvered himself around to follow the dom's orders, Rammer pulled the leather jock's codpiece back behind Viking's nuts to expose the slave's cock and balls, then stepped up to the head of the sling and grabbed Viking's wrists, pulling the sub forward and cuffing him to the supporting chains so that the boi was forced to lie face down, his nose and mouth projecting through one of the gaps near the top of the leathered platform while his genitalia dropped through another squared opening at the base. With the submissive now restrained and unable to move, Master Rammer returned to stand between his spread-eagled legs, becoming even more aroused by the helpless and opened body exhibited to him and waiting for his use.

Reaching to one of the nearby shelves, Rammer grabbed a ball parachute with attached weight which he snapped around Viking's scrotum just below the point where it joined his cockshaft. As he lowered the device into place, letting the weight pull down on the slave's nuts, he was rewarded with a low groan as the aching pleasure of having his testicles pulled away from him insinuated itself up and through Viking's body. Master Rammer squeezed the rolling eggs with his hand, and gave the hanging parachute another flick for good measure as he stood again to lean into the cavity between the slave's parted cheeks.

With his cock straining had against the leather cod he wore, Rammer rubbed himself tantalisingly up and down against the sensitive flesh around Viking's hole. More low mutterings escaped the other man.

"What was that, boy? I can't hear you!" the dominant demanded.

"Please, Sir ... unnnhhh ... use me, Master Rammer ... aahhhh ... fuck me, Sir ... ohhh ... please!" Viking muttered breathlessly, begging for more as his body trembled with anticipation and arousal.

Rammer could feel the cool slime of his own pre-cum filling the cod-piece encasing his manhood, and the sight of the prostrate form, the sound of the anguished plea from the slave to be further abused, inflamed his own passion tenfold. He took a brief moment to enjoy the picture of the sub's nuts pulled taut and swinging in time with the pendulum motion of the parachute. The other man's cock was rock hard, crowned with a crystalline droplet of pre-cum and shuddering with each heart beat as the blood-engorged organ reacted to the ecstatic arousal of it's owner.

Finally succumbing to his desires, Master Rammer unsnapped the press studs holding his cod in place, and his long prick sprang up and out, the head and shaft already glistening with the natural lubricant of pre-seminal fluid generated by the sight and sounds offered up to the Master by his boi. The Dom inched forward, bringing the purplish head of his rampant erection to rest against the winking folds of Viking's sphincter. Leaning over the other, he took a firm grip at the straps of the sub's harness with each hand, felt the heat from Viking's body against his cockhead, took a long deep breath, and heaved himself forward as he yanked the suspended slave backwards onto his long poker.

Viking stifled a groan as the searing length of Master Rammer filled his gut. The aching of his distended nuts only emphasised the electric pleasure of penetration as his entire body was rocked with the force of Master Rammer's assault. He was restrained and helpless, unable to resist any attack, and he loved it. Enthusiastically surrendering to complete domination, the sub opened himself as best he could, and begged for more.

"Oh fuck, Sir," he hissed. "Again, Master. Fuck my hole, Sir. Use my arse ... fuck me hard, please, Sir!"

"I will, boy! Damn sure of that!" came the guttural reply as Rammer pulled back again before another driving thrust powered his entire cock-length deep into the squelching fuck-chute that was Viking's body.

Finding a rhythm that made the most use of the swinging motion of the sling, the Master eagerly began to fuck this toy of his in earnest. Long, deep spearing of Viking's arse was punctuated by the gurgling wet sound of his cock leaving that scalding cave, to be momentarily cooled by the outside air before it plunged back into paradise once more. The sound of his pelvis slapping against the firm flesh of Viking's arse cheeks, and the squeal of leather against leather as his chaps rubbed against those of the sub, were music of the most arousing kind. Rammer delighted in the filling of this boi. He ached with pleasure at the sense of control he had, of total domination over the trembling, compliant hole into which he forcefully fucked his rampant penis. As his own nuts slapped against the slave's flesh, he indulged in varying his movement, first driving hard and fast into Viking's arse, then slowing to deeper, more powerful penetrations before rotating his pelvis to explore every corner of the sub's body.

As he continued his rut into the swinging slave beneath him, Rammer became aware of a familiar sound behind him, very much alike to the noises he was generating himself. He turned his head to look into the mirrored wall of the playroom, only to be rewarded with the sight of his own fucking reflected back at him, and the complementary view of his mate, Trojan, pounding the bound and shuddering frame of Cumslut over the slave bench. The other pair were heaving and sweaty, both of them wreathed in shining black leather contrasting against glistening white flesh as Trojan leaned over and into the submissive man shackled to the bench. From this vantage, Rammer could easily spot the flash of shining, wet latex encasing Trojan's cock and balls as it exited and re-entered Cumslut's arse. And the four of them, rampant and rutting as they were, were reflected to infinity in the opposing walls of mirrors on either side.

`We need to set up a camera in here', Rammer thought to himself for just a second, before his concentration was drawn back to the glorious body he was fucking.

Nick had been fucking Cumslut with abandon. His new garb -- the latex sheath, was fantastic. It felt so good wrapped around his cock, gripping tightly at his nuts and his shaft, yet at the same time slippery and arousing. The added advantage was that by its very nature, the slick rubber felt almost frictionless so that he could pound for hours and still feel completely in control, and although there was a slight loss of sensation to his fucking, that was a small enough price to pay for the belief that he could fuck all night without blowing. That alone gave him a sense of being so powerful, so dominant, that he felt truly alive -- a purely male fucking machine.

Wanting more, he whipped his slickened black tool out of the ravaged hole beneath him, eliciting a low gasp from Cumslut, and turned on his heel, tapping his colleague on the shoulder.

"Rammer -- tag!" he chuckled.

"Done, Trojan," his friend replied as Viking's arse was quickly vacated by Master Rammer's long, turgid weapon.

But there was no respite for the submissive man hanging in the sling. Instantly, Master Trojan plunged his thick, rubber-coated prick deep into the still gaping orifice, slamming his entire body into Viking and causing the leather cocoon to sway wildly again. The new sensation of the latex invading his body, and the renewed weighty pulling against his testicles caused Viking to moan long and low in ecstasy.

Master Rammer, meanwhile, had turned his attention to Cumslut, impassioned by the sight of the sub bent over the bench and restrained in place, his man-cunt open and waiting. Rammer's prong happily plunged into that inviting ring of muscle, and the top slammed hard and fast into the body locked over the leathered apparatus.

All four men, although intensely enjoying their copulation, surreptitiously glanced from time to time at the mirrored walls surrounding them. The vision of themselves and their companions reflected off into the distance, humping and sweating, only served to heighten the enjoyment and increase the arousal each one felt. Over and again, Rammer and Trojan thundered their masculinities into the open, waiting receptacles of the two subs, swapping with each other at random as they shared and used the bois.

Viking tensed himself against the position he was in, his body almost crouched face down into the sling, while his arse was filled and fucked by whichever of the dominant men chose to use him at the time. It was incredibly arousing for him, restrained and unable to move of his own will, nothing more than a hot wet hole for Trojan or Rammer to slam into, the sound of squealing leather and the glorious aroma of tanned hide enveloping him. And with each and every pounding penetration of prime penis that skewered his gut, a corresponding tug of aching pleasure as his weighted nuts swung below him.

It was Master Trojan who brought about a change of pace.

"I want to see his eyes while I fuck him!" he declared to no one in particular. "Viking, get out of there!"

Noah struggled as his Master unfastened his restraints, and the tall blond stood shakily, the ball parachute still tugging at his testicles.

Rammer stood back from the ravaged hole that was his slave's arse to take in the scene. "Yep, you're right, Trojan," he said. "We can't let them get too comfortable there, they need a change of scenery about now!"

With that he unshackled Cumslut from the bench, and despite his tough words, carefully helped his partner to stand, allowing the blood flow to return to his legs. Without signal or conversation, the four men suddenly found themselves standing close together, hot and panting with excitement. Hands reached, groped and squeezed; arms wrapped and groins thrust; mouths opened and tongues licked in a frenzy of desire as each of them tried to hold, kiss and enjoy as much of the other three as possible.

Finally Cumslut broke the interlock of bodies. Stepping away from the group, he reached for the newly purchased strap-on dildo that had been left on one of the shelves, holding it out to his Master with an imploring look.

Rammer laughed evilly. "You're insatiable," he whispered to his mate, "and I like it."

With that, the leathered top pushed his man-boi backwards into the still shuddering sling, taking the black rubber toy from him and laying it across Cumslut's abdomen. Leaning into and over his sub, Rammer shackled Cumslut's wrists to the chains supporting the platform of black hide near his head, then lifted his boots into the stirrups and bound the slave's booted ankles in place. Taking a long look at his partner restrained and opened, Master Rammer hummed with satisfaction, and slowly began to rub the hard black dildo's cockhead over Cumslut's body, eliciting a continual moaning and whispered pleas for him to use the dong on the man in the sling.

Master Trojan grinned widely as he watched his colleague restrain and then tease Cumslut in the sling. But his attention was not held there -- his own cock twitched sharply within the slickened latex sheath he wore when an audacious Viking reached out and began to massage his Master's nuts through the shining black rubber. As Trojan's manhood thickened back into instant erection, he grunted his delight at the sub before him.

Viking's eyes peered out from the slits in the hood he wore, drinking in yet again the sight of his man, muscled and powerful, garbed in dark, shining hide. The parachute weights dragging at his balls seemed to compel him downwards, and quickly he was on his knees in front of his Master, facing off at the shining slimy tube of black which was Trojan's sheathed meat. Instinctively, he leant forward, licking at the long hard prong. As Viking tasted the combined fluids of lubricant, pre-cum and bodily fluids coating Master Trojan's sword, his body tingled and his own prick jerked, yet more pre-ejaculate oozing from his cockhead. Boldly and eagerly, he swallowed the dominant man's cock, milking it with his lips and throat, cleaning it and massaging it into excitement.

As he savoured the penis being fed into his gullet, Viking felt Master Trojan's hands on the back of his head, holding him firmly in place. His strong, lithe frame trembled with the arousal of being so controlled, and he offered no resistance when Trojan pulled him slowly away from the glistening prize upon which he suckled, before pushing him down to the floor on his back. He spread and lifted his long legs in happy anticipation around his Master's swarthy frame as the dom reached for his nipples, attaching alligator clips to the rings in each of his tits. He watched approvingly as his man connected the other end of the silver chains to his own pierced chest, connecting them both so that any movement sent waves of pleasure through each man's body.

Master Trojan grinned as he hovered over his boi. Joined as they were, he could not move far away without pulling hard at his own chest, yet he manoeuvered himself around so that he knelt between Viking's upturned chaps. The black leather, shining chrome and glistening flesh of his slave excited him yet again. He held a bottle of amyl to Viking's nose and waited while his partner took a long deep breath, then lifted it to his own face and sniffing deeply. As the aroma filled the air and the rush began to fill his body, the dom replaced the lid and set the bottle down, then grabbed the sub's wrists in his hands. He positioned his throbbing latex weapon at the entrance to Viking's body, grinding it back and forth across the winking hole for a few moments as the amyl took full effect, then plunged himself forward and down, slamming his thick, hard log deep into the squelching cavity of his slave.

Above them, Master Rammer had enjoyed a languid few minutes of teasing and tempting the writhing, begging sub in the sling. Drawing imaginary circles on Cumslut's body with the dildo and sliding its massive rounded head over the boi's groin gained whispered pleas for more and long groans of need. Delighting in his game, the dominant began to slap the hard tube of artificial cock against the sub's abdomen, and letting it fall across Cumslut's cock and balls. The toy was so large that it carried quite a bit of weight as it fell, and each connection with the sub's skin made the boi twitch and jump. He was now writhing in the sling, pulling against his shackles, and Master Rammer could resist his explicit invitations no longer.

Stepping back from the body on the swaying platform for a minute, Rammer unbuckled the waist of the chaps he wore, pushing the top down. He then slid the straps which held the massive dildo around his waist, pulling them tight. Another strap pulled through between his legs and snapped onto the waistband as he fed his throbbing prick into the hollowed shaft of the rubber toy, his testicles filling an empty void behind the fake, and much larger, nuts of the artificial genitalia. As he relished the warming grip of the rubber around himself, Rammer re-fastened his chaps, and looked down at himself in satisfaction. A gigantic black cock jutted from his groin, it's impossibly large mushroom capped head pointing to the winking muscle of Cumslut's anus.

Master Rammer felt himself growing even more excited, his prick swelling within the thick black dildo he wore. Reaching sideways, he grabbed a handful of lubricating cream, quickly coating his new tool with the slippery substance before smacking some of it over Cumslut's arse. He wiped his hands roughly on the sweat sheened skin of the sub in front of him and pulled a bottle of amyl from a pouch at his waist, untwisting the lid and holding it beneath Cumslut's nostrils. He watched approvingly as the sub took several deep breaths, then lifted it to his own face and toked long. Again, he lowered the open mouth of the brown bottle to his boi, and again Cumslut drew a couple of long snorts from the aroma.

Even as he re-capped the bottle, Master Rammer could feel the wash of excitement within himself, could see the writhing arousal in his partner. He slowly inched himself in between Cumslut's legs, pressing the rounded knob of the toy against the slave's sphincter. As Cumslut looked up at him, wide eyes filled with desire, Rammer pushed forward tentatively. The massive black knob met with some resistance and Rammer stopped, holding his position as his partner winced and accustomed himself to the new invader.

"Unnhhh, yeah," the sub hissed. "Slide into me now," he nodded.

Rammer complied, slowly but firmly pushing in again. Cumslut's beautiful hole opened around the shining black cockhead and his Master penetrated that body further. More resistance, more waiting, more affirmation from the boi and another inward motion prised that mancunt further apart. With a gasp from the sub, the glans of the toy disappeared and suddenly Cumslut's face lit up with pleasure.

"Fuck yes, Sir!" he muttered. "Fuck, that is so-o-o good!"

Centimetre by centimetre now, Master Rammer and Cumslut came together; the long, thick shaft of the dildo sliding deeper and deeper into the boi's body. For the dom it was a strange sensation. He was penetrating his man -- the view presented to him was amazingly erotic as the gigantic prick between his legs entered Cumslut's rectum; yet the usual feeling of heated wetness was not there. His cock felt gripped and slippery, but somehow detached. Yet the arousal was intense for him as he happily watched the way his slave reacted to the ever growing presence of the rubber toy within his gut.

Bottoming out at last, Rammer paused once more as the huge round black balls came to rest against Cumslut's arse cheeks. The sub's eyes were like saucers, his cock swollen and twitching. Another round of shared amyl, then Rammer began to fuck his boi in earnest, sliding out slowly, then driving back inwards with long measured strokes. Cumslut moaned and gasped as the fucking began, writhing in the sling as his chute was ravaged and every nerve ending in his body screamed with ecstasy.

As Master Rammer and Cumslut started to fuck with intensity, Trojan continued his pounding of Viking's arse. Still connected as they were, the rutting motion of his latex covered prick in and out of Viking's hole translated into shivers of delicious pleasure at his chest with each movement tugging at the rings through his nipples. He lifted himself and his mate up, thundering down into Viking's chute with powerful, driving strokes.

Viking moaned and grunted with each gut filling punch from his Master's cock. Skewered as he was, all the weight seemed to be on his shoulders with his arse in the air and Trojan's pile-driver of a prong pounding downward into him. The ball parachute attached to his nuts had fallen sideways, dragging his testicles along with it, and wrenching a continuous sense of pressurised tugging from his eggs that excited him even further. He did not know how much longer he could withstand this animalistic rutting without the explosion of orgasm engulfing him, but he hung on as his Master fucked more and more delight into him with each stroke.

In the sling, Cumslut was lost in a whirlwind of pure ecstasy. His gut was being filled and fucked by a huge log of slippery smooth rubber attached to his powerful Master. Lying back with eyes closed, he felt thoroughly stuffed, the giant invader as thick as a fist and as long as an arm pounding up into his bowel and sending spasms of electric joy though him. When he looked up from his delight, it was Master Rammer, sweating and shiny, black leather and glistening chrome, who owned him and used him, fucking him with intensity, with power, with pure masculinity. He could smell the residue of amyl and the musk of mansex as they intermingled with the aroma of leather. His ears were filled with the wet squelching of his own body being fucked by the slick rubber dong and the jangling of chains and screeching leather, and through all of that, the grunting and slapping of his fellow sub and Master Viking as they fucked hard somewhere close by.

Trojan was still on his knees, still holding Viking's butt up and fucking down into it, shoving himself deeper and deeper into the boi with every thrust. His body tingled, his nerves alive as he used his sub and occasionally glanced sideways to watch with lusty fascination as his colleague wielded the enormous black rubber dildo on Cumslut. Slowly his passion built, his need grew, until he knew what he wanted. Ripping his thick cock from Viking's butt with a loud slurp, he quickly rolled the sheath away from himself and tossed it to one side, and eagerly slammed his slick but naked dagger hard and fast into his sub's waiting hole.

His fucking recommenced with intensity then. With each pounding he felt the sharp tug at his nipples where they were connected to those of his man, and now that his very masculinity was engulfed in the moist heat of Viking's gut, he jabbed and rutted harder and deeper, sensing the urgency grow as his climax approached. With a final thudding jolt he powered himself deep inside his boi and stopped, willing his cock as far into Viking as it could go, and exploded. A flood of jism drained from his nuts and filled Viking's shuddering frame. The sub's sphincter seemed to be milking him, clenching and releasing in spasms, and suddenly he realised that Viking too was cumming, the scalding cream of his ejaculate splashing up and across the dom's gut before dripping back onto Viking's chest.

Master Rammer had continued the incredible penetration of Cumslut, excited and fascinated by the power he felt at controlling such a massive cock and using it to open and fill his boi. Slowly building in speed and power with his thrusts, he stared in wonder as the slave he was using trembled and gasped at the fucking he was delivering, and moaned in pleasure with the deep filling that the rubber toy imparted. He registered almost off-handedly that Master Trojan and his sub Viking were suddenly in the throes of orgasm, their gasps and shudders exciting him even more as they crashed together on the floor beside him. Yet the sound of their climax must have set off a chain reaction within Cumslut, for Rammer quickly noticed the breathing of his sub change and the rolling of the boi's nuts as they prepared to empty themselves. Cumslut began to gasp and hiss in barely audible grunts. Rammer knew the signs, knew that his mate was on the edge.

He grasped the base of the dildo's shaft with one hand, holding it inside his sub. With the other hand he undid the straps around his waist and pulled his now swollen prick out of the toy, aiming it up and over Cumslut's abdomen. The Master ached with aroused need as Cumslut began to ejaculate, and fisted his own prong with urgency. The very essence of sexual release was in the air around him, the other three already exploding and lost. Rammer could not hold back the wave of passion that crashed down upon him, and with a shouted grunt, his cock spasmed and released its load of creamy cum. Like a fountain, he shot up into the air, streamers of man-cream spewing down across Cumslut. Another shot arced away from him, over his boi, and splattered down onto Trojan and Viking. Again and again, his balls contracted and he jettisoned more jizz, until finally he was spent.

As gently as he could manage, he drew the black dildo out of Cumslut's arse and helped his partner up from the sling. Both of them were unsteady on their feet, and giving into exhaustion, they collapsed on the floor, intertwining arms legs and bodies with the sweating bodies of their friends in one jumbled mass of leather and flesh.

Slicked and sweating, still covered in the residue of sexual secretions, the four men gathered their combined senses together. The scent of amyl and male lust was heavy on the air and Will led them out into the living room where they could collapse in more comfort on the lounges. Sean distributed beers all round to his grateful, sated colleagues.

"I'll bet you'd never get anything like that out at the Peninsula," he commented wryly.

"No, I can't imagine we would," Noah agreed.

Nick looked thoughtful. "Still, Frank and Patrick have all but outright asked to join us for some group fun," he noted.

Sean raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised at that," he said quietly. "I really didn't think my brother would be into anything other than nice vanilla sex."

"You can stick to vanilla and still have more than two involved," Will said.

His lover nodded as he considered the possibility. "I guess so. It's just that Pat always seemed to be only interested in guys with the `right' image. Maybe it's been so long that I just don't know him anymore ..."

"There may be other things you don't know about him," Nick stated dryly.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Noah looked reprovingly at his man, but shrugged and turned to face Sean. "There's no easy way to say this, and I hope it doesn't upset you too much, but we have found out that Patrick is using, even dealing in, `ice'. You know, crystal meth?" he explained softly.

"Yeah," Sean said sadly. "I know what ice is, and I know Pat is involved with it, too. As identical twins, we look so much alike that I have been mistaken for him. I've had guys come up to me thinking I was Pat, and asking me if they could buy some stuff."

"Are you okay with it?" Nick asked.

"No, I hate it. I hate that kind of thing, and I hate the thought that my own brother is fucking up his life with it, but that seems to be the least of my problems with Pat."

"He was even out buying some of that shit the night their uncle was killed!" Will said, almost as an afterthought.

Nick looked shocked. "You knew about that?" he gasped.

"Sure! We almost got into a fight over the whole thing."

"What do you mean?" Noah asked, curious. "You fought with Patrick?"

Sean chuckled mirthlessly. "No, not at all. I don't think Pat even knows who Will is. The night after the murder, we were down at the Peel -- it's a pub not far from here. Some guy came up to me demanding money. He told me he wasn't some pawn shop, and that if I wanted tina, I'd have to pay for her with hard cash. I must have looked completely lost, because he hesitated at that. I remember quite clearly, he stared at me hard and said `Pat, you listening to me?'. That's when it clicked that he had the wrong person."

"It took a bit to convince him, but we were with a couple of mates who knew both Pat and Sean," Will explained. "Eventually, this guy backed off."

"Yeah," Sean continued, "But with a warning. He said to me, `Tell your fucking brother that his security is no good to me. I want the cash for last night's deal, and I want it now!'. When I told him that I didn't see Pat, that I didn't even talk to him, this guy wasn't too happy, but at least he left us alone."

"'Security'. I wonder what that meant?" Noah mused.

Will grimaced. "He didn't explain. And we weren't ready to go back and ask."

The conversation silenced for a few minutes. Noah was deep in thought, the others similarly quiet as they sipped at their drinks.

"I'd like to have a chat with this guy," Noah announced.

"What for?" asked Sean in surprise.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "It's just that the comment about Patrick's `security' irritates me. I want to see if I can clear it up, try to understand what he was talking about."

Will looked sceptical. "I doubt that he's going to sit down over a cup of tea and discuss his `customers' with you."

"Err, no, but I still want to try. We may need to do some quick talking of our own. Is this guy a regular at the pub you mentioned?"

Sean nodded. "He tends to go to the Peel early, then work his way around some of the night clubs later."

Noah made a decision. "Then I want you to point him out to us. I'm going to have a chat with this guy, see what he can tell me. Let's go!"

Will began to laugh, and Sean grinned widely. "What's so funny?" Noah asked, perplexed.

"The Peel may be a gay bar," Sean explained, "but I don't think you'll get in dressed like that!" he indicated Noah's cum encrusted leathers admiringly.

Noah blushed. "And you call me the impetuous one?" Nick chuckled. "We still have some street clothes in the saddle bags on the bikes. Let's get changed first, and then we'll take a look at this pub."

Dressed in blue jeans and casual shirts after a quick clean-up, the four men melted into the general crowd of patrons at the bar where they hoped to find Patrick's supplier. Being a Monday night, the place wasn't exactly jumping, although there was still a reasonable number of customers -- enough to keep the owners happy, and enough to attract other `businessmen'. Within fifteen minutes of arriving, Will nudged Noah's arm, surreptitiously pointing to a large bear of a man who had just come into the bar.

"That's the guy," he whispered.

"Do you know his name?"

Sean leaned across to them. "I've heard him called `Dino'," he said, keeping his head down. He didn't want the guy to recognise him, or to mistake him for Patrick yet again.

"Why don't you and Will wait outside?" Noah suggested. "Nick and I will hang around. But stay close in case we need you, okay?"

The younger couple agreed, inconspicuously getting up and making their way outside. The car was parked directly across the street from the main entrance, so they took refuge there, knowing they could see anyone entering or leaving the pub.

Noah watched `Dino' circulate amongst the drinkers, nodding at one or two, smiling at the room generally. He seemed to be checking the entire bar, probably looking for anything overly suspicious before he began to ply his trade. Seemingly satisfied that it was safe enough, he sat himself down at a small raised table near the rear of the place. Ten minutes passed with him sitting alone as the couple watched without being obvious. Another man approached Dino's table, and he nodded a greeting. The two spoke quickly, heads together and down low, before both of them got up and walked outside.

Nick began to panic. "Are we going to follow him," he asked his mate.

"Just wait and see," Noah cautioned. Almost immediately, Dino returned, alone, and made his way to his table at the back of the room.

"He just made a sale!" Nick declared. Noah nodded.

"Time for a chat," he said. "Wait here. If I get into trouble, I'll give you a yell. If we go outside, follow us, but not too close, alright?"

His partner agreed doubtfully, and Noah stood up and strode confidently across to the bar, ordering a beer. Standing at the counter, he took a long draught, then turned and looked to where Dino sat. The other man seemed to be taking no notice of him. Noah ambled toward his table, sidling up to the man.

"You Dino?" he asked gruffly.

"Depends on who's asking," the man answered, unperturbed.

"Name's Ted," Noah lied. "I'm told you know a mutual acquaintance that I'm trying to find. Guy by the name of Patrick Feldman. Ring any bells?"

Dino looked blank. "Maybe. What do you want with him?"

"He owes me and my colleagues some money. He made some `purchases' from us last time he was in Sydney, then skipped town without finalising the account. I'm here to collect."

Dino laughed then, genuinely amused. "Good luck, mate," he said without sincerity. "The guy seems to be making a habit of that."

"How so?"

"I'm owed cash by him as well. Haven't seen him for a while now, because he knows I'm after him."

"I see," Noah hissed, looking menacing. "I guess it's a case of whoever finds him first then."

"Go for it, buddy," chuckled the dealer. "At least I've got some security of his. He tells me it's valuable. I might need to find out just how valuable!"

"Security? What kind of security?" Noah whispered.

The man looked a little lost at that. "Not sure what it is," he admitted. "Some kinda antique. Looks a bit like an old knife, but it's too blunt to cut anything, covered in gold and shit. He said he wanted it back, soon as he got some funds together. I tell you that's the last time I get fooled by that kinda deal."

"You still got this thing, then?" Noah asked hopefully.

"Oh, yeah, I still got it alright. Why?"

Noah stopped, appearing to think for a moment. "You know where I can find this Feldman character?" he asked.

"Not sure," Dino answered, his suspicion rising now. "I hear he lives down Mornington way somewhere, but he ain't in the phone book. Why do you want to know if I still got his antique thingamy?"

Leaning in closer, Noah whispered conspiratorially. "My, umm, `colleagues' in Sydney want him found, but they want their money too. He is no use to them if he can't pay. I might be able to use this thing as leverage to get the money out of him."

Suddenly, Dino seemed very uninterested in the whole affair. "Listen, mate," he said quickly. "Give me the dough he owes, and this thing is yours. What you do with it after that is none of my business!"

"How much?" Noah said simply.

"500?" came the hopeful answer.

Noah suspected that Patrick did not, in fact, owe this man that much, but without missing a beat, he nodded. "Thirty minutes, here, okay?"

"No," replied the other quickly. "Not in the bar. Across the street, down a bit to the left, there's an alley. Meet me there."

Noah agreed, and left the man at his table, leaving without a backward glance. Nick followed him out shortly afterwards. They found Sean and Will in the car, and quickly explained what had transpired.

"You're going to pay this guy $500 for some supposed antique that Pat left with him?" Sean asked incredulously. "Are you mad?"

"Maybe," Noah grinned. "But I just have a funny feeling about all of this. We need to find an ATM."

"Plenty around," Will offered, gesturing along the street.

"I'll get the money," Nick offered. "You guys set yourselves up somewhere where you can see what's happening in that alley without being spotted." Quietly, he leaned into Noah. "You sure about this?" he asked his man.

"No, Nick," Noah confessed. "But it's something at least. Maybe I'm barking up the wrong tree, I just don't know."

"I trust your hunches," Nick said with a comforting smile. "Just be careful!"

He repeated his plea half an hour later as Noah set off to wait for Dino in the laneway as agreed. Sean and Will sat in their car opposite the exit to the lane, lying low but watching. Nick stood across the main road, trying to be inconspicuous as he surveyed the narrow, darkened alley carefully.

Dino arrived shortly after the appointed time, ambling unhurriedly along the street to his rendez-vous with Noah. Almost immediately he removed a short, thin package from his coat and handed it to Noah, who in return held out to him the notes. The drug dealer counted the money quickly, as Noah said something to him. Neither Nick, nor Sean or Will could hear any of the conversation, but the two men appeared to be talking easily now, with no obvious sign of unease from either of them.

"What are they doing?" Will asked eventually, "Having a chat?"

Sean grimaced. "I don't know, but I just wish Noah would get out of there!"

His wish came true a few minutes later, as Noah emerged from the shadows. Dino could be seen heading back to the bar, and Nick joined the other three as they got into Sean's car and drove off.

"That was interesting," Noah commented.

"Interesting!?!" Nick huffed. "It was bloody dangerous. And what on earth were you talking to him about for so long?"

"That's what is interesting," Noah explained. "He filled me in a bit more on what Patrick had to say the night of Wes' murder!"

... 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!