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Nick and Noah - Chapter 5
Nick and Noah were almost home, with Noah driving much more slowly than he had on their trip north, when Indiana suddenly started barking, and scrabbling at the jacket lying on the seat beside him. It was Jim's jacket, and Nick looked puzzled for a few seconds, wondering why the dog had become so agitated, when he heard the muffled tones of a mobile phone.
Leaning over and retrieving the jacket, Nick dug through the pockets until he found the telephone, still ringing.
"Should I answer it?" he asked Noah.
"Might as well. We can always pass any message on to Jim later," his partner replied.
Pushing the 'okay' button, Nick spoke into the phone: "Hello, Jim's phone?" he said.
"Ah ... yes, is Jim there?" asked a male voice hesitantly.
"No, sorry, but I'm a friend of Jim's," Nick replied. "I seem to have ended up with his phone by mistake. Can I give him a message? I should see him in a day or so."
"Is Jim okay?" asked the voice.
"Yeah ... why do you ask?" said Nick suspiciously.
"It's just that he rang and left a message on my machine - a bit strange, something about calling the police ..."
"Really? He's been in a bit of trouble," said Nick, "but he's okay now. The police have spoken to him, and I think he's in hospital in Newcastle ... but just for observation!" he added hurriedly. "Who's calling?"
"Uh, my name's Tony, I'm a friend of Jim's."
"Tony? Not Tony Larissa?"
"Err, yes, that's me."
"Tony, it's Nick. Nick Giannis!"
"Oh, hi Nick, how are you?"
"Fine, thanks."
"So what's all the bother with Jim then?" Tony's voice had softened considerably once he realised he knew the other person. They weren't exactly friends, but enough of acquaintances for the conversation to become much more relaxed.
"Well, it's a bit hard to explain," said Nick, not knowing how much he should say about what had happened. "It seems Jim got into some problems with a guy he was seeing, and this guy has been hurt. Jim's okay, but he's still in hospital, and the police are still talking to him."
"Shit!" said Tony. "I hope there isn't any problem because I didn't get his message until now."
"Tony, can you tell me exactly what the message was that Jim left? It might help Jim with what's happened to him." Nick waited, holding his breath, hoping Tony would not get difficult about it.
"Sure, Nick," Tony said with relief in his voice. "Jim rang my home yesterday, and left a message on my answering machine. I was out of town, and only got back today. It was a kinda weird message, so I thought I better call first and see if he was okay."
Nick tried to hide his curiosity and his confusion. "Can you tell me when he rang?"
"The machine time stamped it as just after 2.30 yesterday afternoon ..."
"Okay," said Nick coaxing Tony along. "Exactly what did the message say?"
"Would you like me to play it for you?"
"Yes! That would be perfect if you would."
"Okay, hang on while I hit the machine ..."
Nick waited for a few seconds, and then heard a metallic recording of Jim's voice being played back over the phone.
'Hey Tony, it's Jim. Listen, I have a huge favour to ask. Something's gone terribly wrong with the guy I've been seeing lately. I'll explain the whole story to you later, but can you just do this for me as soon as possible? I need you to ring the police from a public phone - somewhere where your call can't be traced or connected to you - and tell them that there's been a shooting and that they should check it out straight away. Tell them to go to the Smith property, on Barrington Road, Karuah, and tell them to check the cellar beneath the house. As soon as you've done it, hang up. I'll call you in a day or so.'
The message ended, and then Tony came back on the line. "Did you get all of that?" he asked.
"Yeah, thanks!" said Nick. "Listen, can you keep that message - don't delete it, okay? I'm sure Jim will explain everything as soon as he gets back."
"Okay," said Tony uncertainly.
"Thanks." Nick ended the call. "Well, well, well," he said as he looked to Noah with surprise in his eyes. He repeated the whole conversation to his partner, including the message Jim had left on Tony's answering machine.
"Now how do you think Jim managed to make a phone call if he was bound and cuffed into that sling?" he asked with amazement. "And his voice on the machine sounded a little put out, but not shocked or terribly upset either."
His partner murmured an astonished agreement. "Does that phone have a log of outgoing calls?" Noah asked suddenly.
"Ahm ... yes!" Nick replied.
"See if you can recognise the last few calls made from it."
Nick played with the phone, pressing buttons here and there. "The last call was definitely to the same number as the one that just came in," he said. "So that ties up - if you'll pardon the pun - with what Tony said. Jim rang Tony from this phone." He pressed some more buttons, and let out a sigh. "And the call before that was made to a number I think I recognise. Wait a minute!"
Nick quickly dialled the number he was looking at again, and waited for a few seconds then hung up quickly. "Yep!" he declared. "That was Michael's home number. I just got his answering machine!"
Noah said nothing, but he was obviously deep in thought. Eventually he broke his silence. "There's something I want to check when we get home," he said. "It might explain part of the mystery at least."
They were only a few minutes away from their home, and finished the trip in silence. As soon as they arrived, Indiana jumped from the car and raced inside, ready for a toilet break, while Nick and Noah followed a little more leisurely. Once they had settled themselves after the trip, Nick turned to his man.
"So, what is it that you want to check?"
"Follow me," said Noah mysteriously. As Nick did as asked, Noah opened the door of their basement and headed downstairs.
"Hmmm, a bit of fun?" said Nick with a grin.
"No," replied Noah, "but I want to try something. Pass me those two sets of handcuffs, babe." As he spoke, he laid himself back into the sling.
Nick looked on bewildered as Noah attached the cuffs to the supporting chains at the head of the sling, and then snapped first one and then the other closed around his wrists. The second was more difficult, since he had to stretch over with the first wrist already restrained, but he managed to complete the task relatively easily.
Nick stared at his mate, lying back in the sling, his arms restrained, his legs drooping, fully clothed. "Noah, you know I love seeing you in the sling, and cuffed, but shouldn't you have taken your clothes off first?"
Noah ignored the sarcasm in Nick's voice. "Can you check that these things are properly locked?" he asked instead. Nick reached for the silver wristlets, and confirmed that each was securely fastened.
Once again, Noah began to stretch one hand to the other, fingers flexing as he scrabbled at a small spike of metal near the locking mechanism. With a bit of effort he found what he was looking for, and there was a very slight 'click' before the cuff opened, freeing his hand. From there it took no more than a few seconds for him to release the other cuff and free himself once again.
"I thought so!" he announced triumphantly, sitting up and then stepping out of the sling again.
"So are you going to let me in on this secret revelation?" Nick asked.
Noah smiled. "When I released Jim from the sling under the house, I noticed that the cuffs he was restrained with weren't normal police-issue. They were exactly the same brand and style as ours."
"That's because we bought them at a leather-fetish shop on Oxford Street," said Nick. "I guess Geoff bought his at the same place. Apart from being almost impossible to get proper police cuffs, it's actually against the law to own them. You know that!"
"Yep," said Noah. "I also remember that the reason these cuffs can be sold to the public is that although they are operated by keys, there is this safety catch which means that they can be opened without a key. I just wanted to check if they could still be opened that way if two sets were used - one on each wrist."
"Okay, so they can ..." said Nick slowly. "But if you didn't know that, you probably wouldn't even try. How would Jim know it?"
"If Jim was as new to the bondage scene as he says, he wouldn't. But we've already got suspicions about that. Remember the ball-parachute of his? Maybe he knew damn well how to get out of the cuffs. That could explain how he was able to get out of the sling, make the call to Tony, and get back in again and do up the cuffs."
Nick mulled this over. "But if that was the case, why not just ring the police himself? And why get back into the sling again?"
Noah took a long breath. "What if Jim was the murderer? Wouldn't this be a great alibi - that he was handcuffed in a sling below the house? That way, he couldn't possibly have done it, could he? He was the innocent victim of a kidnapping, who was left chained up in the cellar after the imaginary killer did the deed and left the scene."
"Shit!" declared Nick with vengeance. "You never really know someone, do you?" he asked rhetorically.
Noah simply nodded in agreement. "I suppose we should go to the police with this information," he said slowly, wondering how they were going to explain their knowledge of handcuffs to the cops.
Nick looked again at his lover, there in the dim light of their special place. "I suppose so," he said softly. "But do we have to do it right now?"
"Huh?"
"Well, since we're down here ..." His eyes lit up with mischief, and Noah grinned as Nick's suggestion became obvious.
"I guess the cops can wait an hour or two!" he said with a laugh.
Quickly the two stripped away their street clothes, with an urgency born of anticipation, and each donned their favourite leather gear, chaps and boots for both, leather harnesses studded with metal points, a cap on Nick's head and a hood over Noah's face. Nick reached to the shelves along one wall and collected a black leather dog collar, buckling it around Noah's neck and attaching a silver lead.
"Come on, 'Boy'," he said in a hiss, "let's get this place properly fixed up!"
As he did, he handed Noah a box of matches, and leading his slave by the collar, he watched as Noah lowered the overhead lights and lit candles placed strategically around their basement. Satisfied with the altered appearance of the room, he led Noah to the sling suspended in the centre of the area, and laid him back into it slowly, taking his time, and using the opportunity to run his hands slowly and sensuously all over his mate's body. Once Noah was settled into the floating platform of black leather, his booted feet lifted into the stirrups and set in place, Nick walked around to the head of the sling and purposefully snapped the handcuffs they had so recently examined, closed and locked around Noah's wrists, restraining him in place. Noah made an attempt at struggling, pulling against the metal shackles, and although they both knew he could remove them if he wished, that knowledge did nothing to diminish the arousal they experienced in playing their game.
Nick then reached for a couple of other 'toys' that he wanted to play with, and moved to stand behind Noah, so that he looked along his partner's body, his groin close to the hooded top of Noah's head. Leaning over the reclining figure, he attached a pair of nipple clamps, joined by a slender but strong silver chain, to each of the rings through Noah's nipples, and pulled at the chain, eliciting a gasp of delight from the 'boy' cuffed into the sling. Nick was well aware that Noah's nipples were very sensitive, and equally knowledgeable of the fact that his lover delighted in having those nipples played with.
As Noah's groans of joy subsided, Nick grabbed hold of his slave's harness and heaved Noah backward in the sling so that his head protruded past the edge, and dropped backward. Noah was then looking at his 'master' upside-down, his face pretty well level with Nick's cock, which throbbed and leaked droplets of pre-cum in anticipation. As Noah looked on, Nick took the ball-parachute they had found at Jim's flat, and snapped it in place around his own scrotum, lowering his hand slowly until the weight of the toy was supported by his heaving nuts. Every movement now caused a rippling effect of combined pleasure and discomfort to emanate from Nick's testicles and ride up and through the rest of his body. He found it a surprisingly erotic sensation to say the least.
As Noah remained in place, his head back and his mouth open, Nick stepped up to him and reached once more for the chain connecting Noah's nipples. Pulling on it until it tautened, Nick used the subtle pressure to tug at the brown nubs of Noah's tits and make his lover groan with pleasure. At the same time, Nick moved in closer, until his throbbing erection was against Noah's inverted chin, his weighted, swinging balls directly in front of Noah's eyes. With a little manoeuvring and a small thrust of his hips, Nick pushed his thick cock towards Noah's mouth, and Noah's hungry lips closed quickly over the slimy, leaking cockhead presented to him. Instantly, Nick felt Noah's tongue lapping at his slit, and Noah's teeth scraping around the edge of his glans as the warm moisture of Noah's throat embraced his throbbing weapon.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Nick thrust again, and sank more of his rigid tool into his slave's gullet. The wet heat of Noah's mouth enveloped him and with his head thrown back, Noah easily accepted the fullness of Nick's masculinity, swallowing him and caressing him with lips and tongue as Nick began to slowly hump in and out of Noah's head, fucking his face with measured tempo and all the while tugging this way and that on the chain attached to Noah's nipples. With each motion, Nick could feel the weight of the parachute, the swinging pressure of the leather apparatus pulling at his balls and forcing fingers of erotic pleasure into his gut.
The combination of the dragging weights at his nuts and the heated wetness of Noah's mouth suckling at his tool sent shivers through Nick and his thrusting at Noah's head became more pronounced and more urgent, each forward motion allowing him to bury himself deeply in his slave's gullet, and every pull back causing another wave of pleasure to wash upward from his balls. He knew he could not continue this humping much longer without blowing his load, and reluctantly he withdrew from Noah's face, stepping backward and catching his breath. As Noah gasped and recovered, Nick lifted his slave back into the sling again, pushing him down so that his head was once more supported by the leather platform, and Noah's arse was positioned at the edge of the base of the black cocoon that held him.
Making his way carefully around - every tiny movement caused the parachute to swing and pull against his nuts - Nick moved to stand between Noah's uplifted legs, the shining tight leather chaps engulfing his partner framing Nick as he stepped into the welcoming opening of Noah's body suspended and waiting for him. Noah looked down to see his man garbed in leather, Nick's prong pointing proudly forward and glistening with promise, Nick reaching forward to take hold once more at the silver lead connected to Noah's neck. He gasped silently as he felt Nick's fingers begin their slow exploration of his pucker, pushing into him and opening him, readying him for the coming onslaught. It was an onslaught he wanted, craved, and he was ready.
"Fuck me, Sir!" Noah hissed. "Fuck me now and fuck me hard!"
Nick made no reply as he withdrew his finger from Noah's grasping hole and tugged yet again at the gleaming metal connecting Noah's tits. Noah almost ached with arousal as his body swung in the sling, back toward his lover then away again. And suddenly he felt Nick's thick, steel hard tool force its way into his body. With an involuntary moan, Noah trembled as Nick's fleshy spike pierced him, penetrating his very being and prying open his sphincter. The momentary pain was quickly superceded by a tremendous feeling of fulfilment as he felt Nick plunge himself deeply into Noah's waiting cavern, and Noah clenched himself against the invading sword of manhood, relished the power being thrust into his wet gut, and shuddered with delight as Nick's cock massaged his prostate from deep within his bowel.
"Fuck ... Me ... Now!" Noah spat at the sweat-sheened form of his man, sunk within him and pulling firmly at the nipple rings embedded in his super sensitive tits.
And Nick did. Noah felt the thick log of flesh being withdrawn from his body slowly, but before it was completely removed, suddenly Nick jammed himself back into Noah. With the breath knocked from his lungs, Noah gasped as his master began to thrust hard and fast into his body, pumping that rounded tube of cock into him again and again. He felt Nick's balls crash against his arse cheeks, and knew that the motion was causing incredible sensations to rocket through his partner's groin as he heard Nick grunting with the determined force of his assault. Again and again, Noah felt the thumping crash of Nick's member pound into him in a frenzied humping at his ravaged chute. He clenched and tried to milk Nick's cock, but he was powerless to resist the pistoning rampage that Nick unleashed, and the very power and urgency of Nick's fuck made him even more aroused, filled him with additional need, and sent shivers of delight throughout his body.
With a grunted yell of surprise, Noah felt his orgasm crash over him. He did not usually reach climax so quickly, but this session with his man had turned him on so much that he was unable to hold back. A spasm rocked his body, the first of many, as he hit his peak and waves of pure pleasure flowed over him, an earthquake of passionate abandon rocking him with its epicentre at his arse where Nick still continued to plough his glorious masculinity hard and deep into Noah's body. A torrent of cum erupted from him, drenching his stomach and abdomen as he surrendered to the tide of ecstasy that washed over him, and it was only a sensation in his ears, breaking through the roar of his climax, that told Noah his man was also shooting. The pounding of his body had been replaced by a shaking, pulsing grind as Nick emptied his very essence into Noah's waiting innards, drowning the core of his being with Nick's searing jizz.
When the crescendo had died and the passion began to recede, the two men collapsed into each other, Nick's cock still lodged in Noah's body. They gasped and grinned at each other and slowly disentangled themselves, reluctantly relinquishing the leather gear they wore and re-dressing into more everyday attire, before climbing the stairs and throwing themselves onto sofas to recover from the intensity of their union.
"I'm still concerned about what part, if any, Mike has in all of this mess," Nick said as they sat back after their exhausting encounter in their cellar, still trying to unravel the mystery of their discoveries before deciding what to do next.
"I feel the same way," replied Noah. "But I think it's time we went to the police with what we have. I can't get past the feeling that Jim is responsible. Everything we have points to him having killed Geoff and then trying to cover it up, and I think the police should be told so they can look into it some more. They have the resources to do a lot more investigating than we do, and it's not just a 'missing person' any longer. It's murder now!"
Later that afternoon they were ushered into the same interview room where Noah had first spoken with Det. Roarty at the Police Centre in Surry Hills. Roarty entered the room with a smile on his face and greeted them warmly.
"Well, gentlemen, quite a turn of events, don't you think?" he said.
Both of the boys looked surprised at the attitude of the officer, wondering why he was so buoyant. Noah spoke first.
"Obviously, we're here about Mr. Richardson," he began. "There are a few things which we've been thinking about that don't add up, and we thought you ought to know."
"Yes?" said Roarty, still wearing an enigmatic grin, but curious about what these two civilians could have to tell him.
"To begin with," Noah went on cautiously, picking his words, "did you notice that Jim, I mean, Mr. Richardson, didn't have any bruises on his wrists, despite struggling in the handcuffs all that time? Or the fact that he didn't appear particularly traumatised by what had happened to him?"
The smile left Roarty's face, to be replaced by a look of surprise. "Yes, we did notice that," he said, "although it turns out not to mean anything in the end."
Noah's face gave away his lack of comprehension at the final comment. Roarty continued, "I am able to tell you that for some time yesterday afternoon and this morning, your friend was a serious suspect, notwithstanding that he appeared to have been restrained the whole time."
Nick looked knowingly at the policeman, and then to Noah.
"We came to the same conclusion," said Noah. "That's why we're here, to offer what suggestions and evidence we have. I can hardly believe that Jim would kill someone, but maybe we didn't know him as well as we thought ..."
Roarty held up his hand, and the smile had returned to his face, as if he knew something they didn't.
"I appreciate your offer, truly I do," he assured them. "But I can also tell you that Mr. Richardson has been cleared of suspicion."
Nick gasped, and the surprise on Noah's face must have been almost comical.
"The local police at Karuah located the gun which was used to shoot Mr. Renouf this morning. We have a good set of fingerprints from the grip, and they are not those of your friend. And a medical examination showed no sign of powder residue on Mr. Richardson's hands, so he could not possibly have fired the weapon." Roarty's grin widened in triumph. "I can't explain his attitude or lack of bruises, and we may have to ask him some more questions yet, but he is certainly not guilty of the murder!"
"Oh!" was all Noah or Nick could manage. They were both dumbfounded at the news. Finally Noah spoke again. "Is Jim free to go then?" he asked.
"He was released from hospital this morning," replied Roarty, "and should be at home by now. I am impressed with your observations, though, and with your honesty in coming forward like that despite the chance of incriminating your friend. But you can leave the rest of the detective work to us, okay?" With that he began to show them to the door with an air of dismissal.
"Well, I'll be!" declared Nick as they left the police centre. "So Jim was innocent after all!"
"I don't know," muttered Noah. "Things still don't make sense. Jim may not have pulled the trigger, but that doesn't explain the phone calls to Tony and Mike, or the fact that he could get in and out of that sling if he wanted. And I can't help feeling that we've just been given the 'brush-off'. It's as if that cop has taken the easy way out, or doesn't want to look too far into the whole thing."
"There has to be an explanation," reasoned Nick. "Maybe we should talk to Jim some more, now that he's theoretically in the clear."
"Yes," agreed Noah. "But we need to be careful what we say. I have a feeling Jim could still be involved in this killing somehow, and I don't want to tip him off that we suspect!"
A quick phone call to Jim to establish that he was indeed home, and to assure him that they wanted to make sure he was okay, and Nick and Noah were soon knocking at his door.
"Hi again, guys," Jim said as he let them in. "Excuse the mess. I think I've been burgled!"
Nick looked sharply at Noah, then back at Jim, as Noah concentrated on Jim's tone.
"But this is what happened when you were kidnapped by Geoff, isn't it?" Nick asked quickly.
Jim's face was pale, and he looked genuinely shocked. "No, not at all!" he said quickly. He appeared to stop and think for a moment then went on. "There was a struggle with Geoff, sure ..." again he hesitated, "but not to make this much mess. Someone else has gotten in since then and trashed the place!"
"This is how we found it on Wednesday," Noah said softly. "It's why we were so concerned for you." He studied Jim, who looked truly lost.
"This had nothing to do with what happened between myself and Geoff!" he said with certainty. "I have no idea why it's like this."
"Let's help you tidy it up!" Nick said quickly, and together the three began to complete what Jim had started, righting furniture and retrieving items from the floor, collecting papers and trying to return the flat to some normalcy. Eventually they had the living room at least back in some order, and Jim stated that he needed to sit down and take a break.
"Are you all right?" Noah asked with concern.
"Yeah," said Jim softly. "Just really upset about the way my home has been wrecked."
"Funny," commented Noah. "I would have thought that would be the least of your worries. Being kidnapped and assaulted, and strung up in a sling must be much more upsetting!"
"Oh, yes," Jim said hurriedly. "It was, it was. But this is so much closer to home, if you know what I mean."
Nick butted in at that point. "Oh, by the way," he said almost off-handedly, "here are your jacket and mobile phone. You left them in the back of our car."
"Oh! Thanks."
Noah looked intently at Jim, wondering just what he should or could say next. He bit his lip then took the plunge.
"Jim, Tony rang your phone this morning, looking for you ..." he began.
Jim looked at Noah quickly, startled.
"Tony?"
"Uh, huh. He was concerned because he'd been away and only just gotten the message you left him yesterday afternoon."
"Oh, shit!" Jim's voice held some vehemence.
Noah went on. "He told us what the message was, Jim! We know you couldn't have been stuck in that sling like you said you were. Want to tell us what's going on?"
Jim looked down at the floor, breathing deeply, for several long minutes before he lifted his eyes to face the two.
"It's not the way it looks ..." he started. "I didn't kill Geoff."
"We know! The cops told us they found the gun, and that you're in the clear," Nick jumped in. "We just don't understand about the false story you gave them."
Jim looked from Nick to Noah and back to Nick before speaking again.
"Okay guys. What I told you was partly true, honestly. But not all of it, because I didn't want you to know some personal stuff about me." He took another breath, reaching a decision in his own mind.
"I wasn't kidnapped! Well, I was, but willingly. It was all part of the scene Geoff and I were playing out. We had arranged it all last week, days before it actually happened. I did meet him through a classified advert in the paper like I told you, and we did get on really well together. But Geoff wasn't my first 'leather' time. I have been into the bondage/leather scene for a while now. It turns me on, a lot. I guess you wouldn't understand, but it makes me so aroused, so excited ..."
Nick and Noah exchanged surreptitious glances and stifled grins, but remained silent, allowing Jim to continue.
"We planned the whole thing. One of my fantasies was to be kidnapped and kept prisoner. One of his was to have a slave shackled in the 'dungeon', and he had this place up the coast all set up and ready for us. But we had both been into the scene enough to know to take some basic precautions. I could get out of the cuffs if I really wanted to or needed to. They aren't real handcuffs, but mock-ups you can get from a few fetish shops around town."
He kept his eyes on the floor as he laid bare his soul to the two men, not realising that they understood his feelings better than he imagined.
"It was incredible. I have never been so turned on. For days, we lived out this fantasy, and in the process we had some fucking unbelievable sex, in that cellar. He is - was - a fantastic lover, and an amazing 'master' to me as his 'slave'. If you've never been into that scene, it probably sounds totally kinky, but I swear I was in love with him!"
Nick's heart went out to Jim, and he began to speak, but Noah shook his head, and Nick accepted that Jim needed to get this out and off his chest before the two made some confessions of their own.
"On Thursday morning we were getting into it again," Jim said. "Geoff had left me in the sling and gone upstairs to get some water and some food. I waited and waited, thinking it was all part of his game, but when he didn't come back for almost two hours, I got worried. I wriggled my way out of the cuffs and went up to the house looking for him, but I found him lying on the bed, shot." Jim's eyes were moist, his voice quiet and croaking as he went on with his monologue.
"I panicked. The police would have to be called. How could I explain to cops what we had been doing? How could I convince them that I was innocent? They were going to take one look at me, at the place, and assume the worst. You know what cops are like. So I had to make it look like I had been kidnapped for real, like I was the victim. I rang Tony so that I wasn't left there for days, went back to the cellar and set myself up in the sling again and waited for the police to show. I got a huge surprise when you guys turned up! And then I just had to carry on with the story until the police had been and let me go."
By this point Jim was almost sobbing, a broken man. Noah reached for him, and Jim moved forward until Noah was cradling him in his arms. "It's okay, Jim, it's okay!" he said softly.
"No, it's not!" Jim hissed. "Geoff was the most wonderful guy. He and I were just perfect together. He was an amazing 'master', and I was falling for him badly. And now I've made him look like some kind of evil pervert!"
Noah held the sobbing figure closely. He looked up at Nick, who was visibly shaken himself. Nick raised his eyebrows in a question, and Noah understood, and nodded.
"Jim," Nick said quietly in a soothing tone. "We understand more than you think. I'm sure Geoff would understand as well. Since you've told us your secret, let us share our secret with you."
Jim looked up at that, curiosity on his face now. Noah settled back a little as Nick continued.
"Noah and I get into a very similar scene, just ourselves! We both get turned on by leather, and by playing the roles of master and slave. It's the horniest, most exciting time. We understand completely how you must have felt. We guessed there was more to the story because we recognised the cuffs as fakes - damn it, - we have a pair exactly the same at home! And we can understand why you wanted to keep it quiet. We do the same thing. People just don't understand. They make judgments based on prejudice, and they assume the worst. I am so incredibly sorry that you've lost Geoff, truly I am."
Jim looked yet again from Nick to Noah and back. This time his eyes bored into theirs, seeing the truth of Nick's words. With a sense of relief, he slumped a little, and as all three watched each other, a weak laughter began between them, the shared, secret enjoyment of leather allowing them to forge a special bond of friendship.
It was Noah who spoke first after a long period of silence and deep thoughts by all of them.
"There are still a lot of unanswered questions!" he stated, getting the attention of the other two quickly. "Like, who killed Geoff? And why? And who trashed Jim's apartment?"
"And how did you two come to be looking for me in the first place?" added Jim.
"We told you!" said Nick. "Michael told Noah that he was really worried when you didn't show up for work two nights running. And when I asked around no one had seen you for a while."
"But why would Mike say that?" asked Jim in puzzlement. "I rang him Sunday afternoon, before Geoff and I started our game. I told him I was going to be away unexpectedly for a week."
Noah looked alarmed. "But he rang me Monday when you didn't arrive for your shift. He was quite certain that he had no idea why you hadn't shown up, and when you didn't arrive Tuesday, he was really worried!"
The three looked at each other in growing confusion. Why would Michael have done that? Was he somehow involved in this whole affair? Suddenly, a sinister sense of foreboding began to close in on the three friends once again.
To be continued...
This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!