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Nick and Noah - Chapter 4
At the address given on the sheet of paper Noah had 'borrowed' from Geoff's employer, they found a pleasant looking home surrounded by gardens in a quiet suburban street. Noah parked the car outside and turned to Nick, who was nursing an excited Indiana.
"I told you: you'll have to stay here with him. Hopefully I won't be long."
Nick looked disconsolately at his partner, and watched intently as Noah walked toward the door of the house. Looking down into his lap, and into the eyes of their dog, he said a little sharply, "Now look what you've done - gotten in the way again!"
Indiana simply looked back with trusting eyes and gave a little whimper before trying to lick Nick's face.
As he approached the house, Noah caught sight of a flurry of curtains in the window near the front door. Even before he could knock, the door was opened, and a short, thin woman stood there looking at him with an expression of concern.
"Yes, can I help you?" she asked as soon as Noah was within earshot.
"Mrs. Smith?"
"Yes?"
"My name is Noah Sorensen. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm actually trying to locate your son Geoffrey."
Her concerned look eased noticeably. "Oh, of course, what has he done now?"
"Done? He hasn't done anything that I'm aware of," Noah said with some confusion.
"Aren't you chasing him for money?" she asked. "Most people who come looking for him are!"
Noah smiled. "No, Mrs. Smith. I'm trying to find a friend of mine, and I'm hoping Geoff will be able to tell me where he is."
"I see ..." she said, becoming distant. "I don't know if I can help you. I hardly ever see him anymore. Have you tried his flat?"
"Yes, but he wasn't there, and his work said he's away all week on leave."
"On leave?" her eyebrows shot up. "Well, that could explain it then."
"Explain ... ?"
"He rang me about a week and a half ago; wanted to know if anyone was using the cabin."
Noah waited patiently, coaxing her on. "Cabin?" he asked.
"Yes. The family has a cabin on some property in the country. It's very remote, and no one ever seems to go there except Geoff. He treats it like it's his own private property, but it really belongs to all of us, myself and he and his brothers. He seems to get upset if anyone else goes up there, claims he has things there he doesn't want kids playing around with, but he never explains at all. Still, his brothers just don't seem interested. The place is too far away from anywhere to be much use to them."
"Please, Mrs. Smith, did he say he was going to the cabin?"
"No, just asked if anyone else was planning to go up in the next month or so. I told him no, as far as I was aware. Karuah is just so isolated."
That struck a chord with Noah. Karuah, shit! Karuah was on the page in the book where Noah had found the piece of paper at Jim's place! Suddenly he became animated, a real sense of foreboding growing within him.
"Please, Mrs. Smith, could you tell me exactly where the cabin is?"
"Oh, yes, I suppose so. It's about 20 kilometres inland from Karuah. You turn off the highway just after the town ..."
As she spelled out the directions, Noah concentrated on remembering the details. Apparently the place wasn't hard to find as long as you knew where to turn. It was just very isolated. Noah was champing at the bit now, ready to move.
"One last thing, Mrs. Smith?" he pleaded. "Do you know what kind of car Geoff drives?"
"Why yes! He has a Holden Commodore station wagon."
"Thank you!" said Noah, eager to be on his way. He shook her hand and practically ran down the path to jump into their car.
"Well?" asked Nick expectantly.
"Get this!" said Noah as he turned the ignition and threw the car into gear. "Geoff has a house on a remote property near Karuah, and he was asking his mother about it two weeks ago!"
"So...?" asked Nick, not making the connection.
"Karuah was right in the middle of the map where I found the page with Geoff's phone number and the code for the advert, at Jim's place. They must have gone there!"
"Are you sure?"
"No, but fairly certain. Why else would Jim be looking at a map of Karuah?"
"So what do you want to do now?" Nick asked, although he sensed the answer already.
"We're going to Karuah!" Noah declared.
"But that's got to be three hours or more!"
"Yep. And I hope we're in time!"
Noah swung the car around and out of the quiet street where Margery Smith lived, making a few turns until he hit General Holmes Drive and headed north. Once they had merged with the M5 freeway his foot went down and their speed shot up. Under the airport tunnel they sped and up and around to race toward the city on the Eastern Distributor. As the freeway descended into the tunnel under Darlinghurst, Nick called out a warning.
"Hey, they have speed cameras all through here you know!"
"Yeah," said Noah, not slowing at all. "But we'll worry about that later." He drove skillfully but speedily, weaving between lanes as they passed under the city and through the Harbour Tunnel, re-emerging on the F1 and scooting up onto the Pacific Highway at Gore Hill. The long, slow passage from there through the suburbs on the winding road, constantly interrupted by traffic lights, frayed Noah's nerves, and he only relaxed again once they turned onto the F3 and sped out of the Sydney basin, down through the carved sandstone hills of the Hawkesbury Valley.
Just on an hour later they were exiting the freeway north of Newcastle and headed east and then north over the Hunter River and picking up speed again on the wide carriageway of the Pacific Highway, past Raymond Terrace and making for the tiny town of Karuah where the Highway crossed the river which fed Port Stephens.
"I'm amazed we haven't run into any cops!" Nick said. "And I'll bet you've collected half a dozen tickets from cameras so far."
Noah grimaced. "Maybe, but this is important. I just have a really bad feeling about Jim going to this place with Geoff."
They travelled in silence for the rest of the way, each lost in unsubstantiated thoughts about what may have happened to Jim.
It was coming onto darkness when they finally turned into the country lane that Mrs. Smith had assured them led into the tiny house she called the 'cabin'. Just on two and a half hours had passed since they sped away from her home in southern Sydney, a record-breaking trip indeed! Noah killed the headlights, driving slowly along the track with only low lights on. Nervously, both men strained their eyes through the dusk, trying to make out a cottage or building. Indiana roused himself from the sleep he had been enjoying on the back seat and sniffed at the window.
Then they saw their destination. The cabin was exactly that, nothing more than a square timber shack with a verandah at the front. Parked beside the house was a dark blue Commodore: Geoff's car. There were no lights anywhere, and as Noah pulled the car to a stop and cut the motor, absolute silence descended.
"I don't suppose you have a torch in the boot?" he asked Nick as he peered into the gloom, unable to make out any more than the rough shape of the cabin as the last of the daylight disappeared. Nick opened his door carefully and began to slide out, when Indiana suddenly jumped past him and out onto the ground.
"Indie! Indie!" Nick hissed.
"Let him go," said Noah. "He probably needs to relieve himself and he won't go too far in unfamiliar territory."
The two cautiously approached the front of the cabin, stepping quietly up the single stair and onto the verandah. It creaked under their weight, but still there was no movement from within, and no lights at all.
Nick tried the door, and it opened easily to his touch. Inside, they found an open area that seemed to be a living/dining room combined, one side of which contained benches and a cupboard, a wood stove and an icebox. At the back, two doorways were both open, revealing tiny bedrooms containing a double bed in one and four bunks in the other. Noah lifted a kerosene lantern from a hook beside the door and lit it with matches lying on the bench.
Lifting the lamp high, Noah led the way as he and Nick checked the first of the rooms, which opened off the living area, the one with the bunk beds in it. Nothing. They exited that room and crept toward the only other room in the building. As the light spilled into the room and over the double bed, Noah gasped and Nick stepped back quickly, before leaning forward to look again. A form was prone on the bed; the body of a man, face down, and dressed in leather chaps and a harness. It lay there unmoving, and with a sense of dread the two men moved further into the room. A sickly smell filled their nostrils, and suddenly both saw it: a large hole just below the left shoulder, blackened at the edges and oozing blood.
"Jim?" Nick called in a strangled voice, pushing past Noah and going to the man lying there. As he reached for the head, his hands met flesh: cold and dry. Unwilling to acknowledge what he was looking at, Nick carefully rolled the body over so he could see his friend's face. Below the shape on the bed, the linen was soaked with blood, but the face wasn't that which either of them had expected.
"It's not him!" Nick declared.
"This must be Geoff!" Noah added, almost to reassure himself and his mate.
"Then where's Jim? And who did this?"
Noah looked again at the dead body, and a feeling of nausea rose in his stomach. "Nick, either Jim is around here somewhere, also dead, or ..."
"You can't think Jim would have done this?" Nick gasped, following Noah's reasoning.
"I don't know. But we have to think of that possibility. After all, we know Jim as an acquaintance. He's not one of our closest friends. Maybe he is responsible. And if he is, we could be in real danger here."
Noah and Nick looked at each other in amazement as the possibilities sank in.
"There's obviously no one here!" Nick declared in a whisper.
Noah responded in kind. "I can see that! But Geoff's car is here, and Jim doesn't have a vehicle, so where is he?"
They slowly moved back outside again. The silence was not so complete anymore, as the night began to come alive with the noises of the bush, insects and scurrying sounds, birdcalls and trees rustling. Every movement, every scratch had them looking wildly and fearfully around.
"Indie?" called Nick again. "Where has that dog gotten too? Indiana?" his voice increased in volume.
There was a short sharp bark in reply, and some more scratching sounds. The two men followed their ears around the side of the shack as Indiana barked once more. Behind the structure, they found their dog, pawing at a rough timber panel that appeared to be lying on the ground.
On closer inspection they found it wasn't lying there, but set into the earth. "It's a door, or a hatch!" said Noah as Nick pulled Indiana away from the wood. "There's a handle at this end!"
Placing the lamp on the ground, he grabbed hold of the handle and pulled, and the piece of timber moved easily enough, swinging on one edge to reveal a set of steps leading downwards, heading back under the cabin itself. Nick held the light high as they both peered in, but could see nothing. Noah scooped the dog up in his arms, and they slowly climbed down the stairway.
As the light from the lantern they carried spilled into the space below the cabin, both Nick and Noah were struck with a sudden sense of déjà vu. All around them was blackness, not just because of the lack of light. They stared into a large room, almost as big as the house above. The walls were painted black, as were the ceilings, and suspended in the centre of the room was a sling, black leather hanging from silver chains. In that sling, a body could be seen; booted feet held in stirrups, legs covered by black chaps bent towards the head. The wrists of whoever it was were restrained to the supporting chains with steel cuffs. The man in the sling wore a full leather hood, which enclosed his entire head, apart from slits for eyes and mouth.
Noah leapt forward to the sling itself, and Nick leaned over the body suspended there.
"It's Jim!" Noah declared as he quickly unzipped the mask from the man lying in the sling. He bent forwards feeling for a pulse, his eyes wide with fear. "He's alive!" he said excitedly as he felt the beating of Jim's heart with his fingers.
Noah hastily searched around the room and found keys to the handcuffs, unlocking them and freeing Jim's arms. He lifted each of his friend's feet from the stirrups, and hissed at Nick to help him lift Jim's body out of the sling and make him comfortable. As they did, Jim moaned and opened his eyes, dazedly looking up at Noah.
"Jim! Jim! Are you okay?" Noah called urgently.
A groggy, confused voice answered. "Unnnh, yeah ... I think so ... Noah! Is that you?"
"Yes, me and Nick. How do you feel?"
"Tired ... sore ...and what are you two doing here? ... Oh shit!" Jim began to become animated again when he looked around and realised where he was. "Geoff! Geoff! Is he alright?"
"Ahhm, I don't think so," said Nick in a quiet tone.
"Oh, fuck!!" Jim swore with a vengeance, and a choking sound escaped him as his eyes began to mist over. He looked back to the men again, confusion on his face. "How did you get here, why are you two out here? Where are the police?"
"Police? We haven't called them yet. We reported you `missing', but that was yesterday morning," said Nick.
Jim looked around again, obviously lost and uncertain about something.
"Jim?" Noah held his friend's hand, his face full of concern. "What happened here?"
Jim tried to sit up, but Nick reached for him. "It's okay, just lie still and recover," he whispered.
Jim looked at the two of them again, and around himself, as if searching for something. "Where's Geoff?" he asked quickly, concern in his voice.
"Take it easy, Jim," Noah pleaded.
"But what's happened to Geoff? I've been stuck down here for ages!"
Noah tried to soothe him again. "You had no control over what was being done to you. You were kidnapped, and held captive against your will. There's no need to worry about Geoff anymore. We're more worried about you now. Are you all right? Did he hurt you? Did he abuse you?"
But Jim shook his head. "No, no, I'm okay, honestly! I'm not hurt, just confused, and a little stiff from being stuck in the sling for hours."
"Hours?" Nick burst out. "It's been days since he took you prisoner!" he stated. "It's Thursday night. You've been gone since Monday morning!"
"Nick's right," said Noah, trying to soothe Jim, wondering just how much he remembered, what had been done to him. "When you didn't show up for work Monday or Tuesday nights, we started getting worried about you. We notified the police, and found out at the Shift that you had gone home with this guy. We tracked him down through his work to his mother who told us where to find you. We've been so worried!"
"But Geoff - where is he?" Jim began to struggle again, trying to sit upright.
"Jim, he's dead!" Nick said somberly.
"Oh no, no, no!!!" Jim wailed. He fell backwards again, sobbing intensely, and they could get nothing more from him for the moment.
Noah grabbed his phone. "We have to call the police!" he said. He raced back upstairs to the car and dialled Detective Roarty's number.
"Detective? It's Nick Sorensen. Listen, there have been some major developments with our friend's case... Yes, we've got him with us, but he's very vague, and we found him in a remote country house near Karuah. And there's a dead body here as well... no I don't know ... yes, okay ... the way to get here is ..." he went on to detail the route to the cabin, and rang off.
Jim was quiet again now, lost in thought, his face ashen. He looked up at Noah and Nick as they helped him to stand and to make their way out of the cellar and onto the verandah of the cabin.
"Are you okay?" Noah asked again.
"Yes," Jim replied. "I think so. Just confused and tired," he said.
Noah looked again at the man before him with concern, and a lack of understanding. Jim did not seem to be anywhere near as upset about what had happened to him as Noah would have expected. He almost seemed more upset by what had happened to his attacker. Once more, Noah's eyes took in the muscled body, still encased in leather chaps and harness.
"Would you like to get out of that?" he said, indicating the gear Jim was wearing. "Into some normal clothes?"
"Oh, shit, yes!" Jim said suddenly aware of his garb, and reddening with embarrassment.
Noah stayed with Jim, assuring him everything would be okay, as Nick retrieved his clothes from the living area of the house, bringing pants and shirt, shoes and a jacket back to their car. Jim quickly shed the leathers and pulled on his shirt and jeans, throwing his jacket into the back seat of Noah's vehicle. They returned to the verandah of the cabin now dressed in civvies, sitting down to wait for the police. After a few minutes, Jim looked up again, confusion in his eyes. "Why are you here?" he asked again.
"We came looking for you when you didn't show up for work!" Nick said. "We guessed something must have happened, something serious."
"Oh," said Jim, his voice still uncertain, "but how on earth did you get involved?"
"When you weren't at work and no one had seen you for a day or so, we started asking around and doing some investigating. We went to the police and reported you 'missing'." Nick explained. "We've been going crazy trying to find you. We broke into your flat, and Geoff's. We caused a huge scene at his work to steal his file, and went to see his mother ..."
Jim chuckled weakly. "Incredible! You two have really been doing some detective work! But didn't Michael tell you not to worry?"
"No," said Noah, with surprise. "Michael was the one who got us concerned because no one had heard from you for a couple of days. You'd better tell us the whole story, right from the start."
Jim looked very confused at that. He took a deep breath, lost in thought for a few moments, trying to sort out the events in his head. "Sorry, guys. I'm trying to sort out exactly what happened. It's a bit embarrassing, and frightening too!" he began.
"Forget that," said Noah. "We won't say anything. We just want to know what happened."
And so Jim related his story. He told them that he had seen the advert in the classifieds from Geoff, and it had sparked his curiosity. He'd always wondered about the leather and bondage scene, and decided that he might like to try something. When Geoff answered his response, the two had gotten together for drinks.
"You know guys, just sitting there talking to him in the bar, trying to picture the whole scene, being restrained and dressed in leather, it was turning me on! I just wanted to try it. You can't imagine how horny I was getting!"
Noah and Nick exchanged knowing glances but did not interrupt.
After they met, Jim and Geoff had seemed to hit it off immediately. They had ended up back at Geoff's place, where he had introduced Jim to some light bondage, tying his wrists and getting Jim to try on one of Geoff's harnesses while they had sex.
"It was unbelievable!" Jim declared. "He is - was - so hot, and I was really turned on. I felt like I was discovering a whole new part of me, that wanted it, and him, badly!"
After their first 'encounter' Jim had gone home, agreeing to meet Geoff later in the week. Then Jim had decided to go out for a drink on Sunday night, and had run into Geoff who was talking to Lena, the drag queen. They had quite a bit to drink, and while Lena sat there and thought she was being attended to by a couple of handsome young men, the two had whispered to each other about secret fantasies they intended to share.
"I told him that one of my secret dreams involved being kidnapped by some hunky guy, and bound and gagged, and taken off to be a sex slave!" Jim whispered, unable to look at Nick and Noah as he opened his heart. "He didn't say anything, just smiled at me. Like he knew something I didn't!"
Jim and Geoff had kept drinking until finally Jim needed to go home, and Geoff had offered to get him there safely. But when they'd arrived at Jim's, Geoff had started getting amorous, and wanting to start something between them straight away. Jim was fairly inebriated, and told Geoff he couldn't, that he needed to sleep because he had to work the following night. Geoff pretended to understand, but when Jim's back was turned, he suddenly gripped him by the arms, and had Jim tied up with some rope in seconds, a gag shoved in his mouth.
" ... I struggled with him, but I'd had too much to drink. He was strong, and he had the drop on me. There was nothing I could do to get away from him," Jim said softly.
Geoff managed to get Jim down in the elevator and into Geoff's station wagon, where he covered him with a blanket. He had then driven to his own flat, retrieved his leathers and some toys, and headed north for the cabin.
"So he did kidnap you!" Nick stated, his voice tinged with anger.
"Yeah ..." Jim hesitated, thinking quietly to himself. "I was so tired and scared. I kept struggling, but couldn't get free. He brought me up here, dragged me into the cellar and cuffed me in the sling. For the last four days, he's held me captive, and used me as his 'sex toy'."
"Oh, Jim ..." Nick said, reaching for him.
"So what happened to him then?" Noah asked.
"I don't know ..." Jim began to sob softly again, trying to regain control of his emotions.
Geoff had continued his domination of Jim, using his body at will, revelling in the complete control he had over another person. And Jim had tried to get away, tried to struggle, but as time went on his protests and resistance had faded.
"And then, this afternoon, he was getting into it again! Geoff had me cuffed into the sling, and was about to start ... uh ... whipping me," at that his voice lowered and he struggled with the confession to his friends of such a secret, "...when for some reason he left me lying here and went upstairs, and never came back. I called out to him for ages, I tried to get out of the cuffs, but I couldn't move. I was starting to panic and thought no one would come looking for me for days, if at all. I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew I was on the ground and you were here!"
With that he broke down again, sobbing profusely. Noah took him in his arms, cradling him while Nick stood by, his heart breaking for his friend's mental torture and loss.
They were still like that when the police arrived. The local police patrol had come slowly enough, and really only got there just as a helicopter circled overhead and dropped down to land away from the cabin. Detective Roarty and Sgt. Jamieson and two other officers climbed out of the chopper, running to where the three men sat, Noah cradling Indie, who was barking his displeasure at all the noise and arrival of so many strangers.
In a whirlwind of activity, the police inspected the cellar; then spoke briefly to Jim before sealing off the area quickly and inspecting the body still lying in the cabin. An ambulance was called by police radio, and the house cordoned off. The local officers certainly had some raised eyebrows, and Jamieson seemed particularly offended by the contents of the 'dungeon', but Roarty seemed to take it all in his stride, doing his best to shield Jim from unnecessary probing or harsh questions. As the body was taken away, Sgt. Jamieson and Detective Roarty sat with Jim and Nick and Noah in the cabin, and had them tell the entire story again.
Jim struggled through his version of events, editing little, repeating what he had already told Nick and Noah, and insisting that he had no idea what had happened to Geoff, or who had come to the cabin while he was left downstairs in the cellar, restrained in the sling. Noah related how they had discovered that Jim had gone home with Geoff, and how Geoff's mother had told them about the cabin. He tactfully edited certain details about breaking into the flats, or the meeting with Geoff's boss, but Roarty appeared to guess there was more to the story.
"We'll talk again!" he said as they finished their narrative.
Despite his insistence that he was okay, Jim was bundled into the ambulance and taken to hospital for examination anyway, and Nick and Noah were left to find their own way home, the police advising them to go home and stay there, and that they would need to speak with them again in more detail in a day or two.
By the time they had left the remote property it was very late, getting on for midnight. "I can't stand the thought of driving all the way back to Sydney," Noah said to his partner. "How about we head for Newcastle - it's only 40 minutes away - and find ourselves a hotel?"
"I'm with you!" Nick said, readily agreeing.
An hour later they had booked into the Marriott on Newcastle Beach. Nick had signed them in and collected the keys, while Noah had smuggled Indiana upstairs by a service elevator. They had room service bring them some light snacks, and collapsed into bed, both exhausted but unable to sleep. The events of the day weighed heavily on their minds.
Nick tossed and turned in the unfamiliar bed, restless in mind and body.
"For heaven's sake, Nick," Noah exclaimed, "can't you stop wriggling? I'm having a hard enough time trying to get to sleep as it is!"
"I'm sorry, babe," his partner answered. "It's just all so much to take in, scary in a way. I don't know what to think ..."
Noah rolled towards his man, his arm going over Nick's side and pulling the shorter body against his own, spooning into his back. "I know, hon," he whispered, "but we need to get some rest. I have a feeling there's a lot more to this yet."
Despite the late hour, and the exhaustion of the day, neither could sleep, and as Nick backed up against him, Noah felt the firm musculature of his man's buns rubbing against him. Involuntarily, his cock began to harden, worming its way into the crevice of Nick's arse.
"One part of you certainly isn't asleep!" Nick hissed, the hint of a grin in his tone. As he did, he felt again the long thin firmness of Noah's prick pressed into his crack, and flexed his glutes, squeezing his lover's penis gently.
"Mmm" was Noah's reply, as Nick felt the weapon scabbarded between his glutes respond by thickening even more. His own erection was now full blown, and his need became more urgent. Turning himself to face his partner, Nick whispered at Noah, "Hold me, babe. Tell me everything is going to be okay? Love me, please!"
With their cocks jousting with each other, Noah and Nick kissed, a slow tender embrace that slowly grew in passion and intensity as they held tightly one to the other and melded together, each finding comfort and support in the arms of his man. Nick snuggled into Noah's body, his fingers plucking at the rings in Noah's nipples, while Noah reached around and ran his palms slowly and sensuously up and down Nick's back.
"Noah," Nick whispered pleadingly, "make love to me, please?"
"Oh, sweetheart, I'd love to. But we don't have any lube ...?"
"I can fix that!"
Nick quickly swung around on the bed, pushing Noah gently onto his back, as Nick lowered his face towards Noah's groin. In the darkness he quickly found the swollen tube of Noah's manhood, and began to expertly lick around the purple cockhead and to slide his tongue up and down the long shaft. Noah sighed with delight at the attention, and Nick began to fondle Noah's testicles with his free hand as he lifted his mouth again, and this time closed his lips around the head of his lover's cock.
With constant moans of joy from his man, Nick slavered his tongue over the throbbing weapon, and slowly lowered himself onto it, taking the full length of Noah's prong into his throat and caressing it with his lips as he did. He bobbed up and down for several minutes on the rod of muscle, coating it generously with his saliva as Noah's groans became deeper.
"Oh, Nick ..." he heard, and lifted himself away again.
"Now, Noah, please -- make love to me. I need you, inside me, now!"
Noah rolled himself on top of Nick, pressing his lover into the mattress and sliding a little lower so he lay between Nick's spreading legs. His left hand milked Nick's thick cock for the stream of pre-cum, which was now oozing from it, and spread the precious liquid over Nick's puckering hole. Noah added saliva and some of his own pre-seminal juices to the cocktail and created a natural lubrication at Nick's sphincter which allowed him to insert first one and then two fingers into his mate's body. Nick gasped with the minor pain, then murmured with pleasure as his entrance was breached by Noah's digits, opened and prepared for the coming penetration they both wanted.
Removing his hand, Noah slid up and along Nick's body, as Nick lifted his legs and wrapped them around Noah's ribs. The point of Noah's prick found the flexing indentation that was Nick's anus, and slowly pressed against the lingering resistance there. Nick forced himself to relax, bearing down against the solidity he could feel at his hole, and with a quiet grunt his sphincter surrendered, and Noah entered him. Noah stopped then, allowing Nick to accustom himself to the intrusion, and when Nick's breathing slowed, Noah began to slide slowly into his man, pushing deeper into his bowel as the moist warmth of Nick's body wrapped around Noah's throbbing pole. With careful jabs, Noah slowly began to thrust in and out of his lover, each time sinking a little deeper than the last, allowing the natural juices of the two of them to soften his assault on his man. Nick clenched at Noah's prong with his arse muscles with each grinding push, until Noah found himself buried to the hilt within his man's gut.
"Oh, yeah," Nick gasped softly. "That's so good! Fuck me, stud!"
Noah humphed a wordless reply, and rotated his hips, forcing his long cock to explore the innards of Nick's gut. Sending waves of pleasure through both of them. With gradually lengthening, and ever faster strokes, Noah slid his steel-hard cock in and out of Nick's body, leaning forward as he did and wrapping his arms around his man so that Nick's cock was sandwiched between them, rubbed and squeezed with each motion.
Nick moaned again, the weight of Noah's body pressing down on him felt protective, and the sheer delight of Noah's cock sunk within him making him feel so incredibly aroused. He grunted and flexed himself, humping back up against Noah's downward thrusts as they sweated and heaved in needful union. With Noah pumping into him, Nick held his man tightly, his arms around Noah's back and his legs around the pistoning hips as his arse held Noah's prick and milked it with enthusiasm. Noah huffed and gasped as he pounded at his mate, his excitement building and his emotions overwhelmed by the passionate joy and amazing pleasure he knew when he coupled with his man.
For a long time they rutted together, each taking and giving the ultimate joy of burning excitement, until Noah could hold back no longer. He hissed a warning to Nick, who gripped at him even harder, and just as Noah felt himself erupt deep in Nick's bowel, a hot river of cum spewed from Nick's cock and squelched between the two heated, shuddering bodies. They rocked together in simultaneous orgasm, adrift in a sea of pure pleasure, and shook with uncontrolled climax, until slowly they began to subside together, still coupled and still holding each other tightly.
After many minutes, Noah slipped his semi-erect prong from Nick's body, and with a joint "aaahhhh..." the two men collapsed again, rolling to lie back to front, Noah now spooned into Nick's body, Nick's flagging prick nestled in the curve of Noah's arse. In that position, still sweaty and sticky, sleep finally found the pair in the early hours of the morning.
The next day, despite the lack of sleep, they were up and about early again. The room they had faced directly east with a magnificent view over the beach and out to sea. But they would have been stirring anyway, still occupied by the upsets of the previous week. It was Nick's turn to do the smuggling of Indiana, and he bundled the dog up in a jacket and headed off to allow their pet to walk around the harbourfront with it's newly redeveloped shops, restaurants and tourism facilities. As he did, he pondered over a few things that were causing him some concern.
When Nick returned to the room, he found Noah sitting on the balcony, staring out to sea.
"Any coffee?" he asked. Noah looked up absently, something obviously playing on his mind.
"Yeah, the pot's boiling ..." he said quietly.
As Nick poured each of them a cup, Noah came into the room and sat down opposite his partner.
"Nick, there's something not right about this whole thing!" he said.
"I know," Nick agreed. "I've felt the same way all night."
"Mmm," Noah continued. "It's Jim: his story just didn't seem to add up."
"How do you mean?" Nick was curious now, his own misgivings rising to the fore as he listened to what Noah had to say.
"Well, it seems to me that for someone who had never been involved in that 'scene' - you know, bondage and leather and all - he was surprisingly comfortable sitting with us last night. It wasn't until we reminded him that he actually got changed. I would have thought he'd want out of the leathers and into 'normal' clothes as soon as possible."
"Yeah ... Okay. I wasn't particularly struck by that myself. It could have been the shock. But go on..." Nick said, measuring his words.
"And maybe he was just in shock, but he didn't seem anywhere nearly as upset as I would have expected. Plus, did you notice how he seemed to think Mike would have known he was going to be away from work? Why on earth would he think that, shock or not?"
"Well, I thought it was odd that he said they'd only met once, and that happened at Geoff's place, while Jim claims he had never tried anything at all before then ..." Nick added.
"Go on!" said Noah.
"If that's true, then why did Jim have a ball parachute in his bedside drawer?"
"That's right!" said Noah quickly. "And how come Geoff's phone number was stuck in the page of a map that showed the cabin's location? It seems a lot more than just co-incidence to me!"
Nick went on. "There's something else, too." Noah's eyebrows raised as Nick thought carefully.
"When I lifted Jim out of that sling, I checked his wrists. For someone who was supposedly struggling to get free for days, or even just for hours, there was no bruising from the cuffs on his wrists!" Nick stated. "I hate to say it, by I'm starting to wonder if Jim was telling us the real story. And if not, then what was he trying to hide?"
"I just can't believe that Jim would have murdered someone!" Noah declared. "It's certainly not the Jim I thought I knew!"
"Well, we're not getting any answers here," Nick stated. "I think it's high time we checked out and headed home. Maybe we can get some answers from Jim later."
Within half an hour, they had paid their bill and collected the car, heading out of the city and south along the freeway toward Sydney, with Indiana sleeping happily on the back seat.
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!