Opposites Attract

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Opposites Attract -- Chapter 8

Friday dawned, the `big day' for Jeff's confrontation of Ken, the bigoted supervisor who had sacked Michael and Tim. As he lay next to Michael in bed that morning, Jeff looked at the sleeping face of his man and a tremendous wave of joy rolled over him. Something made Michael stir, and his eyes fluttered open to find Jeff so close beside him.

"Morning," Michael muttered sleepily.

"Good morning, handsome," Jeff answered. "Michael, I love you!"

"I love you too," Michael said, coming to consciousness. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing at all. I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, and how proud I am of you. But Michael," and his face became serious, "if you don't want to go ahead with this, just say so, and I'll call it off, right now, no questions."

"No, my wonderful man," Michael said, sure of himself. "It needs to be done, and with you to support me, I guess I'm the best one to do it."

They kissed, long and tender, reluctant to let the moment pass. A knock at the door reminded them the day was here, and Phillip came in after Jeff's call to present coffee and to enquire as to clothes they wanted.

Jeff dressed in a suit, but told Michael to wear casual clothes for the afternoon, and asked him to call Tim and get Tim to wear something similar. They arranged for Phillip to collect Tim after he had dropped Jeff at the studio, then come back and get Michael before taking them both to a meeting point not far from the building site, where Jeff and the camera crew would join them.

By shortly before midday, they were all assembled. Jeff directed proceedings like a general going to war. It was decided that as soon as they all arrived, Michael was to point out the supervisor, so that the cameramen knew whom to focus upon, and then Jeff would lead Michael and Tim over to speak with the man. A couple of burly security guards were to follow close behind but out of camera angle for caution. Tim laughed, "I hope he hasn't decided to take the day off!"

What happened from then on became something of a blur in Michael's mind. The cars carrying himself, Tim and Jeff and the camera crew arrived just as the majority of the workers were returning from their lunch break. Michael stepped from the car, and indicated which of them was Ken, his former supervisor. Jeff checked that the crew had identified the man, and led a caravan of people directly toward him. Ken stopped in his tracks, momentarily amazed to see Jeff Shaw bearing down on him, and then he spotted Michael and Tim in hot pursuit, and knew what was coming, but Jeff had him cornered. With the cameras rolling, he launched into his questions. The supervisor was caught unprepared, and instinctively he tried to defend his actions, becoming angry and rude as he did. And portraying himself as even more of a crude standover man than Michael remembered him.

Jeff launched a barrage of accusations at him, allowing him just enough time after each to make himself look even worse before the next was asked. And through it all Jeff remained calm, ice cold, as he ensured the man dug himself deeper and deeper into a hole.

The last few questions seared their way into Michael's brain.

"So you fired these men for no other reason than that they are gay?"

"Yeah, that's a good enough reason for me."

"But how did being gay affect their work?"

"They're fuckin queers!"

"But they worked hard, did what they were asked?"

"Bloody poofs can't work!"

"I have witnesses who say they were good workers," Jeff pushed the microphone into the man's face again.

"I won't work with no homo's on my job!" Ken was almost shouting now.

"Did they ever try to attack you, or molest you?"

The supervisor laughed. "Wouldn't wanna try. I'd bloody well kill the bastards if they did."

"So you didn't even know they were gay until someone else told you?"

"Whaddas that matter?"

"And then you fired them on the spot? For no other reason than that you don't like gay people?"

Ken spat his words out, shaking with rage. "Look here, fuckwit, I ain't havin' no queers around here. This is my site an' I run it like I want! And that means no poofs!"

Jeff's voiced turned soft but menacing. "Are you aware, sir, that you are breaking the law by refusing to let these men do their job?"

"I DON'T CARE!" screamed the man, furious now. "NO GAYS, OKAY!"

"But they have rights..."

At that the supervisor lost his self control completely. Hurling abuse, he pushed at Jeff, knocking the microphone to the ground, and ran at the cameraman, shoving his hand over the lens. The security men were there in an instant, keeping him away from Jeff, Tim and Michael, and from the equipment, but other than that they made no attempt to restrain him. The cameras continued to record his antics as he lashed out, grabbing pieces of timber and slamming them into the ground, determined to vent his anger in the only way he knew how.

Jeff called a retreat at that, and the team quickly took to their vehicles and made their escape. The camera crew were in one vehicle, and they headed straight back to the studio, while Jeff, Michael and Tim were in Jeff's car with Phillip driving, and they slowly headed for Tim's home. Jeff was really pumped, his emotions able to be released now that he was away from Ken.

"That guy was such a pig!" he marvelled, unable to sit still as he twisted to speak with the others. "I don't know how either of you managed to put up with him for so long. I felt like thumping him, I just wanted to make him eat his words. What an arsehole!"

Michael smiled. He had never seen Jeff so worked up.

"But I got him!" Jeff continued. "I nailed him. He's going to really look like a fool. We'll show the world what a pain he is."

"It's funny, but I almost felt sorry for him," mused Michael. "Being caught off guard like that and all."

"When did he ever give either of you a break?" Jeff exploded. "He deserved everything he got. You're too nice Michael." And then he softened a little. "Maybe that's why I love you," he smiled.

Tim gave an exaggerated grimace which resulted in all three laughing, and the tension ebbed away. They dropped him at his home, and went on towards their own place. Jeff called in on the mobile, and told Suzie he was taking the rest of the day off, and that he would be in first thing Monday morning to see the `rushes' on what they'd filmed this afternoon. "But it's good, Suzie," he said enthusiastically, "I know it's good!"

On Monday morning, Jeff headed for his office early, still buzzing with the rush from Friday's confrontation. He could barely wait to see how the story was coming together. As he made his way into the screening room, one of the editors who had been working on it over the weekend looked up.

"You've got a real winner this time, Mr Shaw," he said enthusiastically.

As Jeff watched the video roll, he agreed. Everything about Ken screamed unfair bastard', and Michael and Tim came across as innocent, battling victims. It wasn't just good, it was great, and Jeff was proud of it. He had Suzie contact the company Ken worked for and inform them that he was doing a story on the unfair dismissal of two of their employees by their supervisor who discriminated against people on the basis of their sexuality, and to offer them a right of reply. Then he locked himself in his office and penned a first draft of the introduction he would use for the piece. By the time his draft was ready to go to the writers for refining, Suzie had confirmed the company was making no comment', and Jeff was doing the rounds of the office, congratulating everyone on a great job. Again, his changed personality was the subject of comment, but no-one was complaining. The new Jeff was a very likeable person.

By Wednesday they had recorded the lead-in, and put the finishing touches on the entire story. Jeff ordered a personal copy of the show made for him and phoned first Michael and then Tim, arranging for Tim to come to the house that evening so the three of them could watch the final version themselves before it went to air.

As they relaxed in front of the large screen TV in the study, Jeff lay back and Michael cuddled into him. He hit the play button on the remote and his own image appeared on the screen, explaining about the laws against discrimination, and how those laws were often disobeyed by people who thought they could use their position to ignore them. He gave a brief summary of what had happened to Tim and Michael, and snippets of their interviews were interspersed with shots of building sites in general, and comments from unidentifiable people telling how good, hard working men Tim and Michael were. Then the scene from that Friday afternoon was shown, with Ken ranting and raving, abusing Michael and Tim and then even Jeff before launching into his physical attack. The show finished with a note that the company had been offered a chance to respond, but had declined. The three of them sat in complete silence as the credits began to roll.

"What do you think?" Jeff asked Michael.

"Incredible! If I wasn't part of it I'd be so angry with Ken and with the company..."

"It's great," added Tim. "I actually feel proud to have been part of it."

Jeff grinned. "Well, unless either of you have any objections, it goes to air on Monday night as our first show of the new season. That guarantees an audience of at least one and a half million, maybe more!"

As it turned out, the show rated very well, attracting an estimated audience of over two million viewers across the country. It gained critical comment for it's `incisive and hard hitting expose' and Jeff received calls and notes of encouragement and congratulations from all quarters. The stations which aired the show had their switchboards jammed with callers, more than 85 percent of whom were supportive of Michael and Tim, and railed against Ken and the company.

In the weeks which followed, Jeff arranged for Michael and Tim to consult a lawyer about what had happened. Tim managed to find himself a new job, working as a shop assistant in a large department store which suited him much better than the labouring work he had been doing, and Michael started school again.

In his spare time, away from the classes, Michael had begun work on their `cave' as they had both come to refer to it. He had ordered and fixed large floor to ceiling mirrors all along one wall, and covered the remaining walls and the back of the door in heavy padding, over which he stapled a heavy rubber backed material that looked remarkably like black leather, but was much cheaper and easier to work with. Jeff had protested, claiming they could afford to do it in genuine hide, but Michael pointed out that apart from the expense, there was no need as it was purely for show, and added that real leather would probably stretch and sag over time, while this stuff could be easily re-fitted if necessary.

On the floor of the cave, Michael had laid a heavy duty black vinyl flooring, and over that went a layer of underlay similar to the stuff they used for putting below carpets. And then he really started spending money! He had become a regular shopper at one of the leather stores, and had ordered a full platform leather sling, with head rest, supporting chains and foot stirrups. In addition, he had picked out and ordered a `slave bench' -- a kind of cross between a massage table and a saw-horse which was made of black steel and covered in padded black leather and designed so that a slave could be cuffed or chained into varying positions by restraining arms, legs and/or torso, while still leaving his vital anatomy exposed and vulnerable!

At the same time, Michael purchased several soft black leather sheets, and asked them to take a stack more of the large squares of dark hide, and sew them together professionally with as seamless joins as possible to form a huge expanse of leather. He gave them the measurements, and the salesman whistled.

"That's not going to be cheap!" he remarked. Michael smiled knowingly, assured him it would be okay, and paid a large deposit. His intention was to cover the entire floor in beautiful, supple, aromatic black leather.

While he waited for his orders to be completed, Michael set about making use of the carpentry skills he had begun to acquire. He constructed a set of shelves, somewhat like a cocktail trolley only lower and wider, and placed castors on its legs. He built a simple clothes rack of soft timber, consisting of a high rod for hanging space, with numerous hooks and pegs down the side supports. Both of these were then painted in several coats of glossy black paint. He also fixed strong hooks to the ceiling beams where he wanted the sling to be placed, and finished the ceiling off with insulation pads, and recessed light wells into which he fitted red globes. The roof then got the same covering of leather-look material as the walls, except for a large mirror which he bolted to the ceiling directly above where the sling would hang. He proudly displayed his work as it progressed to Jeff, who teased him about the delays, but secretly swelled with pride at what Michael had done.

Jeff and Michael had settled into their new living arrangements very quickly, and both of them wore almost permanent smiles. They were so happy together and their love deepened with each passing day, under the watchful and silently approving eyes of Phillip, while their enjoyment of each other's bodies continued each night. Jeff's staff still wondered at his change of personality, but since Michael only ever called him on his private direct line which was answered by himself or Suzie and no-one else, his secret remained in place. In fact, Michael and Suzie were becoming quite chatty by telephone, and Suzie also heartily approved of Jeff's new relationship, and the beneficial effects it had brought.

Michael found that he enjoyed school tremendously. He had a sharp mind, and picked things up quickly, so that every new subject was like a world opening up to him. He did well, better than even Jeff had expected. Time passed, and life went from good to better for the two men. They stayed in touch with Tim, who had become a friend, and presided over his well being to some extent, offering advice and encouragement, and constantly reminding him that he should find a husband and settle down.

The shop finally called to say that Michael's orders were ready, and he excitedly collected the items he had been waiting for, adding a number of `surprises' as he did. He carefully laid and smoothed the leather flooring in place, re-assembled the slave bench, and hung the sling from the bolts in the ceiling beams. A mattress he had purchased earlier went onto the floor against the rear wall, and he covered it with a sheet of the softest black kid leather. In one corner he placed a small bar fridge, which he had painted matte black, and stocked with beer and amyl nitrate.

As he was finishing, he heard a cough behind him, outside the still open door of the cave. Wheeling around and walking out, Michael found Phillip standing outside, looking away from the black room, with a tray bearing a cup of steaming coffee.

"I thought you might like a drink, Mr Michael," said the old man.

Phillip had so far stuck to their agreement, and had not entered the 'cave' since Michael started transforming it. As Michael took the proffered beverage and thanked Phillip, he looked hard at the man, wondering what he thought of the project. Since that day at Michael's old flat, he had not spoken with Phillip on a personal level again.

Watching the butler then, it occurred to Michael that he really had come to rely on Phillip a great deal, and that he felt completely comfortable with him now. Suddenly he realised that Phillip meant a great deal to him, and he wanted to share his thoughts with the older man. Relenting from his previous determination, he spoke softly.

"Phillip, you know what I'm doing in there?", indicating the door to the cave.

"Yes, Mr Michael."

"What do you think of the idea, and don't give me any `it's not my place' type comments, please?"

"But Mr Michael, if I am not to enter the room, then I can hardly have an opinion on it, surely?" said Phillip evenly, and for the first time Michael detected a hint of disapproval. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him.

"I'm sorry, Phillip. I insisted on that when I first started this, and I guess at that stage I still wasn't completely comfortable about having any other person, including you, know what we were planning. I really would like to show it to you now, and to hear your opinion, honestly. Will you forgive me and take a look?"

The older gentleman nodded politely, and Michael led him into the room, turning on the lights which bathed it in a warm red glow, and said nothing. Phillip slowly, carefully walked around the entire cave, examining everything -- floors, walls, ceilings, and fixtures, without a comment or any expression on his face. Finally returning to where Michael stood, he took in the entire picture, and turned to face Michael again.

"Mr Michael, congratulations!" he said, and with a sincerity which surprised Michael. "You've done a wonderful job. This is most impressive, and I am sure that yourself and Mr Jeffrey will find it very ... edifying."

Michael studied Phillip's face nervously. "You don't find the whole thing at all, um, weird?" he asked slowly.

Phillip took a long breath, and smiled. "Michael," he said, and Michael noted the lack of the formal address, "I think it is absolutely fantastic." Michael was shocked by the change from the Phillip he had become accustomed to. Phillip went on. "I am really quite envious. Envious of Jeffrey and yourself, envious of your love and of this place you now have to enjoy. When I was your age, if one had feelings for another man, one kept them hidden, or sought out brief encounters which satisfied physical urges but left the emotions bereft of expression. Sex between men was illegal, and love was unheard of. It warms my heart to see that you can now enjoy yourself and live your life as you wish, and my greatest pleasure comes from knowing that Jeffrey and yourself are not forced into the celibate fear I knew then."

Michael's head swam. His heart went out to Phillip at that moment as realisation hit him. "You're gay!" he said softly but firmly. Until that moment he had never even given a passing thought to Phillip's sexuality, or lack thereof.

Phillip smiled sadly. "I imagine I am," he said, "or was, but I'm long past any interest in physical congress now. My one true enjoyment is caring for the two of you, and observing you live a full and happy life."

Michael stepped to him and hugged Phillip to himself. The older man coughed and was clearly uncomfortable. "Mr Michael! This really is not proper!"

"Yes, I know, but I had to do it," Michael declared. The moment between them was over, but Michael would remember it always.

"As for the room, sir?" The old Phillip was back.

"Uh huh?"

"Might I ask if it is possible to have a bright overhead light available? These old eyes will find it difficult to properly clean under the soft red lights." Michael smiled and nodded. "And sir? Might I suggest that for your own enjoyment, candles as well as the overhead lights?"

Michael grinned. "That would be perfect, Phillip."

"Then if you'll allow it, I shall see to them for you."

"Thank you, Phillip," Michael said happily. Suddenly, he was glad that Phillip could in a small way contribute to this as well.

The next day, it was finished. Michael looked around the beautiful room proudly, feeling arousal growing as he thought of what he and Jeff would be able to do in here. The whole place appeared to be a giant leather cave, as they had planned, the walls, ceiling and floor all black and textured. The slave bench sat in place and the sling hung in mid-air, waiting to be used. On the low trolley shelves Michael placed his special purchases -- two black latex dildoes, one large and one smaller; a butt-plug, also black; lube; a set of nipple clamps with rubber covered teeth connected by a short silver chain; a string of anal balls; handcuffs of silver and wrist and ankle restraints of soft leather with metal buckles; and a short handled whip made of the softest black leather.

Michael told Phillip that he and Jeff would not be eating dinner that night, and smiled a guilty grin as he told the older man that he intended to drag Jeff into the cave immediately he arrived, and hoped to be there most of the night. When Jeff arrived home, Michael was there to meet him, grinning evilly. Jeff sensed his man's intent, and quickly threw his business clothes into a hamper as Michael led him to the innocent looking door below the main living area.

As they stepped inside their special room, their cave', both completely naked, Michael swung the door closed behind them with a heavy whumph'. The padded coverings on the walls extended to the door itself so that it fit snugly into the wall, and almost disappeared when shut. Revealed to them both was an amazing, magical place. Jeff gasped, and even Michael was surprised at what he had created. The room was a long black space stretching away from the entrance. The right hand wall was all mirrors, reflecting the rest of the area and giving a sense of being much larger than it was. In the centre of the floor, just in front of where they stood, the slave bench glistened invitingly, its leather padding smooth and oiled. Behind it, swinging slightly, hung the sling, a platform of black leather suspended by chains from the ceiling, foot stirrups of dark hide hanging above and behind the supporting links. It was positioned lengthwise, so that both of them could see themselves reflected in the mirrors alongside.

Against the end wall a slightly raised platform was the full sized mattress covered in leather, complete with black hide-encased pillows. The three remaining walls, and the ceiling apart from where the mirror was suspended directly above the sling, appeared to be textured black leather, and the floor itself was a firm but springy expanse of beautiful hide. The whole scene was lit with a dim red glow from the hidden lights, and brighter spots of flame from a row of tall black candles on stands along the left wall. Michael stared at them, wondering where on earth Phillip had found black candles and black candle stands. Wisps of smoke drifted from the warm lights across the room, adding an ethereal, unearthly air. The cave was black; but a warm, welcoming, sensual black which invited them in, waiting for them to fill it with the sounds and sights of masculine sex.

"Incredible!" said Jeff in a hushed whisper.

Michael smiled, pleased beyond words at the result of his efforts, and turned Jeff to look behind them. There on the black clothes rack were their harnesses and chaps, armbands and gauntlets, boots and collar. On pegs to one side hung several black leather pouches and jockstraps, and above them were Jeff's hood and Michael's cap and glasses. Michael marvelled again at Phillip's foresight, as he pointed out to Jeff the shelving with its array of toys, complete with lube and amyl sitting in readiness.

Jeff said nothing, but his stiffening cock spoke volumes as he kissed Michael's lips long and hard. Michael reached for the leather hood, and gently pulled it down over his man's head, claiming Jeff silently as his slave boy and holding the hide bound face as he kissed him still. Jeff instantly fell into his subservient role, aching with anticipated desire as he backed away from his master and began selecting items of attire for Michael. First of course were the glasses and cap which he placed almost reverently on his man, before he chose a black strapped pouch that would encase Michael's nuts but leave his mighty cock free and ready.

Slowly, determinedly, Jeff the slave dressed his master in sensuous, gripping black leather. He bound a harness around Michael's upper body and tightened armbands around his biceps, and gauntlets on his wrists. Jeff kneeled to slide Michael's boots onto his feet and to fasten and slide into place the gleaming black hide of his master's chaps as they encased the powerful legs. He remained kneeling, his hooded eyes directly level with Michael's glorious throbbing cock and hide enveloped balls, as his master fastened the black leather dog collar around his neck and attached the metal lead to it.

Michael then motioned for his boy to stand, pulling firmly at the chain connecting them. As his slave stood silently, trembling slightly, Michael carefully dressed his plaything in a slow transformation of their everyday personalities. Jeff the confident, dominant investigator became Hood', the subservient slave, just as Michael the uncertain labourer had become Visor', the controlling, powerful master. Michael wrapped the bands of black leather that formed Jeff's harness across the sculpted chest, settling the rings of silver over Jeff's nipples, and tugging gently at the piercing in his boy's left tit as he did. Jeff moaned in pleasure, and Michael continued, circling Jeff's dick and balls in a chrome cockring before encasing them in a gripping shiny leather thong. He enveloped his slave's long strong legs in gleaming black chaps, and helped him step into polished boots, then stood back, legs apart and arms crossed on his chest as he surveyed his man.

Jeff's hide encased frame was beautiful, and Michael's eyes lingered at the gleaming V of his groin, enjoying the throbbing tube of shining black, his boy's manhood clearly accentuated by the leather, the large nuts below heaving with a life of their own within their dark cushion. Reaching again, he clipped one end of the pair of nipple clamps through the ring piercing Jeff's nipple, and pulled and flicked at the chain gently. Jeff moaned with delight. He had found that since being pierced, his nipple had become more sensitive than ever, and the slightest pressure on it sent jolts of sensational joy through him. He made a mental note to talk to Michael about having the other nipple pierced as well.

A tug at his throat sent yet another quiver through Jeff, and he was pulled back against Michael, their jaws locking as they joined in a long exploratory kiss, tasting each other and savouring the lingering touch. As Michael released the pressure on the lead, Jeff lowered his hungry lips, nibbling at Michael's strong square chin, then licking down his neck to find and follow the black leather band of his harness. As he licked, Jeff breathed deeply, turned on by the scent of the leather against his master's body. Lower he went, until he found Michael's nipple. Closing his teeth over the ring of steel, he pulled lightly, stretching the dark erect skin out, then let go to lick at the sensitive nub. Michael groaned, his hands flying to Jeff's head, gripping firmly at the leather hood as he held his slave against his chest, delighting to the attention at his tit.

With the chain still dangling from his own nipple, Jeff slid slowly away from his man's chest, lower and lower over the sculpted abdomen as tingles of pleasure emanated from the swinging weight at his sensitive aureole. His hands were around Michael's waist and his palms rubbed against the warm skin and cool hide of his lover as he sank slowly to his knees. As Jeff lowered, he felt Michael's proud and erect member, standing out from his body, rub up along Jeff's chest and neck, slapping under his chin until Jeff was level with it, his eyes drinking in the sight of the throbbing rod, twitching in time to the beating of Michael's heart. A pearly drop of his master's essence appeared at the slit in the head of Michael's cock, and as Jeff watched, it slowly grew and dribbled out, falling as Jeff put his hand out to catch the precious liquid, a long trailing streamer still connecting it to Michael's manhood. Jeff lifted his finger to his mouth and slowly licked at the clear viscous juice, then leaned forward to lick at the point where it had escaped Michael's prick.

Carefully, sensuously, Jeff licked at Michael's piss-slit, then laved his tongue all over the throbbing, spongy head, tracing the ridge of his master's glans and nibbling at the skin with his teeth. His lips massaged the veiny shaft, slowly, tenderly working their way along, until he reached the leather cushion holding Michael's testicles. Closing his mouth over the hide, he gnawed and gummed at the rolling balls, tasting the leather and massaging Michael's nuts as he did. Finally, at Michael's prompting with the leash again, he backed away, but only enough to allow his master to place his rampant prong against Jeff's eager lips. Quickly, then, he opened his mouth and his throat, and slid his teeth and tongue around and down Michael's long rod, swallowing its entire length and clamping his muscles around the heated flesh as he resisted the urge to gag and deep-throated the marvellous weapon.

Michael moaned as his dick disappeared into Jeff's gullet. He trembled as his slave closed the warm moist throat around him, and with easy sighs he slowly began to thrust in and out, face fucking Jeff who knelt submissively before him. Michael gripped at the leathered head, and firmly held it in place as he rocked back and forth, probing that glorious oral cavity. For a long time, he held Jeff there, relishing the attention, but when he felt the urges within himself begin to grow, he gently eased his slave away. This was to be a long and satisfying time for both of them, and he was determined not to peak too soon.

Jeff had slurped and suckled at Michael's dong, worshipping the thick meaty cock of his master as he knelt there on the spongy leather floor, and felt the pressure of Michael's hands on the leather covering his head. The binding straps of his harness and the tight hide of his chaps gripped at Jeff, and he ached with ecstatic delight at the erotic sensation of submitting to Michael's dominance. Now his master directed him again, lifting Jeff's face away from the rigid member, and drawing him to his feet by pulling at the lead and collar around his neck. As Jeff stood, his eyes gazed at the blank face of Michael, partially hidden beneath the glasses and visor, and he twitched with excitement yet again.

Michael reached his hand forward, taking the silver circle of metal through Jeff's left tit in his right hand, and Jeff did likewise. As one, they pulled firmly at each other, twisting the pierced nipple of their partner slightly before releasing the ring and pinching again. Instinctively, each of them threw back his head and moaned with delight at the pressure and the exquisite tendrils of sensation which snaked through his chest and ignited his nerves. Crashing back together again, they kissed, hard, passionate, exploring as each delved into the other's mouth, trying to join with his mate completely. Hands groped at skin and leather, fingers pulled and dug, and body ground against body as the fervour of their passion grew.

Michael held both of Jeff's hands between his own then, and retrieved from the shelves the handcuffs he had bought. Looking directly into his man's face, he slowly placed each restraint over Jeff's wrist and clicked the metal locked. Jeff made no protest, offered no resistance. In fact, he tingled with anticipation as his hands were immobilised. He trusted Michael completely, and this further surrender to his man increased his enjoyment and fuelled his excitement incredibly. With Jeff's hands secured, Michael trembled as a sense of true power ran through him. He took his slave by the chain connecting his wrists, and led him slowly to the open space at the rear of the suspended platform of black leather and its metallic chain supports. As Jeff approached the hanging sling, he ached with anticipation. His strongest fantasy was about to be fulfilled -- he was to be laid onto a black leather sling, his body totally controlled by a powerful dominant man, the man he loved, and fucked long and hard as he and his master were encased in and surrounded by gleaming black leather. His cock did not just bulge in its envelope, it swelled and stretched the dark hide to its limits. Every cell in his body seemed to tingle as he waited, and Michael ordered him to remain where he was, walking slowly away and wheeling the trolley of toys back to stand beside the swaying leather.

As Michael led his slave to the base of the sling and left him there, he throbbed with excitement. He wheeled the trolley across, intending to make use of some of the toys he had acquired, but as he looked again to the muscular body of Jeff, trembling with anticipating need and swathed in polished black hide, his own urges took over. He had always wanted to experience fucking someone in a sling, and here he was, with his lover just waiting to be lowered onto their very own leather platform for Michael to take and use his body as he wished. He had to have Jeff, and he had to have him soon! A distant part of his mind somehow managed to remind him that they had the rest of their lives to explore themselves and to utilise the dildoes and plugs, and reasoned with him that there was no need to wait any longer to breathe life into his fantasy.

He picked up instead the whip that lay in front of him. It was a soft leather rope which ended in a harder handle which Michael gripped in his left hand as he clenched again the lead attached to Jeff's throat in his right. He did not wield the instrument or strike his slave, but slowly draped its tongue across Jeff's shoulders, and drew it tantalisingly down across Jeff's chest to poke with the handle at the bulging groin of his boy. The soft leather was like a sensuous snake of hide as it slithered over Jeff's skin, making him shiver and sigh with delight. Using the butt of the whip as a prod, Michael then nudged Jeff backwards until the slave's arsecheeks came into contact with the cool leather edge of the sling. At that point Michael dropped the whip which was temporarily forgotten on the floor, as he lifted his lover onto the swaying platform, and eased him backwards, helping him to lie into the surrounding leather.

Jeff moaned as he felt the hard base of the sling against his cheeks. With Michael's help, he lifted himself a little and slid onto the suspended hide, slowly reclining into its embrace. His knees lifted of their own accord, and Michael took each booted foot in turn, sliding it into the hanging stirrups on either side as Jeff shifted his weight into position. Jeff felt the support of the straps around his ankles, and the strength of the leather beneath him and relaxed. As he did, he sensed that the sling moulded itself to his shape, holding him like a cocoon of leather hovering in air. He took a deep breath. The scent of new leather, and the musky odour of male sexuality was heavy in the cave, and he shuddered with ecstatic delight. He felt Michael's hands at his wrists, and twitched as his lover fastened his restrained arms so that they were stretched behind his head. He felt so vulnerable now, arms and legs spread, yet he needed it, wanted it, and thrilled to the sensation of being totally dominated by another man.

Michael leaned over his lover, tugged at the lead and the chain attached to Jeff's nipple and felt the sling begin to sway. His cock was so hard it ached as he ogled the spread-eagled boy before him, leather hooded face, harnessed upper body bound in black belts, legs encased in dark hide, open and inviting, begging him to take and use it. He sighed as his hand delivered a coating of cool gel to the heated weapon at his groin and moved in close to his target. Jeff's boots in the leather stirrups were at either side of his head, and the rubbing squeal of leather against leather assailed his ears in stereo like a plea for him to sink his long thick cock into the soft warm hole twitching and waiting for him. Gripping the leather straps around Jeff's waist, he pulled at them and the throbbing head of his dick plunged through Jeff's sphincter, opening his man and plugging that hole as the boy gasped with pleasured delight.

Jeff clenched involuntarily around the invading knob that assaulted him. His muscles gripped at the solid pole of flesh, closing around the lip of Michael's mushroom cap. He opened his eyes and the vision he beheld was unbelievably erotic. As he lifted his head in response to the firm pressure at his collar and the sensual tingle from his chest, he saw his lover garbed in black leather, the cap on his head shining and the visor low over the mirrors of Michael's glasses. Michael's torso was crossed by gleaming belts of darkness, the silver ring in his left nipple glinting in the candle-light, and Michael's upper body framed by the leather chaps which encased Jeff's own thighs. He turned his head to the left, and in the mirrored wall he saw Michael's strong shining legs, booted and chapped, his bare butt cheeks round and firm, pressing forward at the platform of dark leather upon which Jeff lay. His own legs were lifted and surrounded his master in a shining leather arch as they hung from the foot supports. But when Jeff lay his head back and looked straight up, he was rewarded with the most erotic sight of all.

Reflected back from the ceiling was his own image, his arms restrained behind his head, his chest and abdomen bound in straps, his face half obscured by the soft black leather hood. His shins gleamed in their black sheaths and wisps of smoke drifted above him in the warm air as all around him blackness dominated. As Jeff watched, Michael pushed his groin forward and his shoulders back and Jeff stared in wondrous delight as he watched his lover's meaty tool penetrate his own arse just below the bulging triangle of black leather that was his groin. And as Jeff watched Michael's cock sink into his own body, he felt that sensational log of manflesh slide between his sphincter muscles and nudge his prostate. Shivers of erogenous pleasure rocked him as his eyes relayed what his arse was feeling, and his gut was impaled on Michael's thick naked sword.

Michael edged forward even as he pulled back on the straps of Jeff's harness. His cock invaded Jeff's accommodating bowel and he shivered with the joy of his lover's moist heated innards as they engulfed his bare flesh. With Jeff's body suspended in mid air, rocking gently in the leather cocoon of the sling, and Jeff's anus lined up perfectly with his raging erection, Michael found that the slightest effort by him controlled the sway of the black platform, and the movement of the glorious, muscled, leather-bound body within it. He ground his hips forward and dragged his hands back, and his meaty prick plunged deeply into his man's arse, burying itself to the hilt as his leathered nuts slapped against the bare skin of Jeff's firm round cheeks. He plunged in, then drew back a little to plunge again even harder. He rotated his pelvis up and down, and side to side, using his long cock as a heated iron and probing every corner of his mate's squelching wet cavity. The sling bearing his lover's body began to surge in a pendulum motion, and Michael used the movement of the leather platform to enhance his attack, so that as Jeff's body moved away from him, Michael's cock was withdrawn completely from his arse, and then as the weight of his man crashed back against him, Michael ploughed the entire length of his sword into Jeff's ravaged arse in one long thud, pounding himself hard and deep into Jeff's gut.

Lying back in his hovering bed of black leather, the aroma of tanned hide enveloping him, Jeff moaned with delight as his man skewered him onto the solid log of masculinity. His rectum was filled, then emptied and filled again as he felt himself swinging in air, and with each thundering insertion of his master's thick prong, he thrilled with ecstatic pleasure. Jeff shuddered, his nerves racing and his body alive as Michael prodded and nudged at his innards, Michael's long prick pushing at his bowel and delving into his very core as it was directed from side to side and up and down by his master. Every pore of his skin tingled with the building passion and his voice gurgled up from the depths of his throat, urging Michael on. "Oh yeah, yeah," he hissed, "fuck me, sir! Fuck me hard and fuck me deep!"

Michael certainly didn't need Jeff's plea to encourage him, but the whispered begging aroused him even more. As his animal instincts began to take over, he plunged himself into Jeff, humping at the leathered figure rocking on the dark platform harder and harder. Jeff writhed and gasped, exercising the only part of their coupling over which he had any control. His sphincter clenched hard at the invading dagger as Michael withdrew from him, and opened and wrapped itself around Michael's rampant weapon as it was driven deep inside Jeff's hole. The complete domination of his body by Michael was electrifying to Jeff, and he shuddered with growing arousal and passionate pleasure as his lover rutted fiercely at him. As Jeff shook, Michael thundered on, thumping his engorged meat into its soft, slurping target. He fucked at Jeff's body like a bull on heat, a raging stallion powering into its stud.

The two men gasped and groaned, hissed and humped at each other as they were united in ultimate joining, coupled in the most intimate and complete way that separate bodies can be. Locked together in fucking, sweating bliss, they became one, Jeff's body an extension of Michael's cock as Michael buried his manhood deep within his mate and Jeff gripped and took possession of his lover's masculinity. The symphony of sexual congress filled the cave as they fucked and humped as a single entity, the embodiment of male sex. Fast, heavy breathing and low moaning whispers joined with the screech of leather on leather and the rattle of metal chains, wet muffled squelches and the sharp soft slap of skin against skin. The smell of candle wax combined with the scent of leather and the aroma of musky male perspiration to permeate the air with the odour of sex, and the flickering flames dispensed wispy fingers of smoke to hover around the shining black hide and white skin of the men, as the room was bathed in the dim red glow of erotic sensuality.

Michael twitched and shivered as he continued plunging his thick tool into the liquid pleasure of Jeff's bowel. He felt as though the entire universe was concentrating itself in unbridled pleasure at his groin, and the beautiful leather clad body wrapped around his cock was the embodiment of erotic delight. Jeff's nerves were on fire, his every fibre alive with joy as Michael's long, steel hard prick jabbed at his innards and impaled him on its indescribably wonderful pistoning, filling him with urgent lusting electricity. Michael was nearing his peak, he felt the waves of passion washing through him as he reached to the shelf beside the sling and opened the small dark bottle of amyl. He took a deep breath before leaning into his lover and holding the container just below Jeff's nose. Jeff inhaled deeply, let out a sigh, and inhaled again, and Michael brought the open amyl back to his own nostril, drawing a long whiff of the drug. Quickly he set it down again as the effects hit his system and his heart raced, blood coursing through every vein and his entire being alive and inflamed.

As Jeff dropped his head back again, watching Michael hold the bottle to his own face, the `poppers' raced through his body. He moaned long as every sensation he experienced was suddenly intensified and magnified. Suddenly his whole world consisted of nothing more than the pure pleasure of Michael's cock pounding into his arse and his body shuddered as he surrendered the last of his reserve to total abandon. Spasms shook him and bolts of electric shock speared him as he exploded, his leather wrapped cock gushing its milky load into the envelope of gripping hide.

Michael was still fucking Jeff hard and fast when the rush of the amyl washed over him. The stimulation from the drug was so intense that all rational thought flew from him, and he grabbed at the straps of Jeff's harness, and pulled the wonderful leather slave to himself with all his strength. He slammed his cock deep into that man, crushing his pelvis against Jeff's butt and shuddered, desperately, vainly trying to get even more of himself inside Jeff's beautiful body, wanting to be completely joined with the object of his lusty desire. As Jeff's climax peaked, Michael's heightened senses felt the tightening muscles of his lover's sphincter grip at him, felt the clamping around his shaft. His balls ached and rolled, contracted against the metal of the cockring he wore, and jetted their seed into his tube of flesh. His orgasm was all consuming as he pumped his essence into his lover, filled Jeff with his manjuice and emptied himself within the wet cavern of his man.

When conscious thought returned, Michael found himself grasping at the chains from which the sling was suspended, his legs weak. Jeff's chest was rising and falling as his lover drew long deep breaths, recovering from the quaking intensity of their mating. Michael's cock was still clenched within Jeff's arse, still hard and Jeff smiled up at his man with the smirking grin of sated pleasure.

"Fuck!" declared Jeff eloquently.

"We just did!" chuckled Michael.

"Oh no!" Jeff's voice was still husky. "THAT was more than just a fuck!"

Michael began to pull away, but Jeff gripped at him still. "No, please," he begged. "Stay there, stay inside me as long as you can. You feel incredible."

A satisfied grin appeared on Michael's face, and he gave a half hearted thrust again at his lover. Marvelling, he whispered "I don't think I'm going down!"

"Even better!" smirked Jeff as he flexed his sphincter again.

The two of them remained in their fantastic leather cave all night, and much of the next day. They rested occasionally, and made love again and again, trying out the slave bench, fucking on the leather covered mattress, experimenting with dildoes and butt plugs for hours on end. When they finally, reluctantly shed their leather gear and emerged into the light of day, they were driven by near total exhaustion, and completely sated. But they both knew this was just the first of many long nights in their special place together.

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!