Date: Mon, 09 Oct 2006 14:22:13 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: After Nick and Noah

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After Nick and Noah

Chapter 1


Nick and Noah were an unlikely couple. Both were slender but muscled in
build, but that was about the only physical thing they had in common.
Nick was lucky to stand 5'6" in thick socks, while Noah often had to
duck his 6'2" frame under low doorways and hanging ornaments. Noah was
the embodiment of ancient Viking stock, his impossibly thin waist the
base of a `V' of flesh and muscle that widened with an expanse of chest
defined by chiselled pecs, to incredible shoulders topped by a long
angular face and blond hair, cut short. Apart from his head, the only
other part of his body to bear any hair at all was his groin -- a light
dusting of blond pubic bush. The remainder of his trim body was smooth as
silk.

His companion, boyfriend, partner -- choose your favourite euphemism for
mate -- was the reincarnation of his Greek ancestors. Nick's short frame
was blessed with a luxuriant coat of dark fur from the base of his neck,
across his chest and over his sculpted six-pack abs, thickening even more
at his groin, and continuing down his short but powerful legs. Even his
square jaw was never free of the shadow of stubble, no matter how closely
he attempted to shave. Nick's explosive Mediterranean temperament belied
a heart of gold, and was perfectly offset by Noah's cool detached
manner, no matter how much pressure he was under.

To the casual observer, Nick and Noah lived a mundane, peaceful and happy
existence as a quiet gay couple in a quiet gay neighbourhood in Sydney.

But there was one thing they shared which very few others knew: They each
found a tremendous excitement, an erotic thrill, in leather. Bright,
shining, skin-tight black leather. They had discovered their shared and
secret desire almost by accident one day when they had mistakenly walked
into the middle of a Leather Pride street fair. That afternoon, Nick had
commented to Noah about how sexy he thought some of the men there had
looked in their leather gear, and Noah had revealed, almost guiltily,
that he harboured a secret fantasy which involved chaps and a harness,
boots and a sling. Once the ice had been broken, the couple had discussed
this inner longing they both seemed to hold. To their amazement and
delight, Nick and Noah discovered that the look, the smell and the feel
of glistening black hide was a powerful aphrodisiac.

And they had certainly had some adventures. Apart from their love of
leather, Nick and Noah had gotten involved in a murder investigation some
time back, when they were asked to help try to find a friend who had gone
missing mysteriously. Eventually they had discovered that the friend,
Jim, was also into leather, and had been seeing someone known as Geoff.
By the end of that experience, Geoff had been killed; a drag queen called
Lena Gainstme, and a cop by the name of Roarty, were in gaol for his
murder; another friend, Michael, was devastated because he had been in
love with Lena, and Jim was slowly re-building his life. They had tried
their best to return to the quiet normalcy of life before that whole
affair, but word had spread through the community that Nick and Noah had
been able to solve the crime when the police had been too slow. And still
they managed to keep their secret sex life quiet from all but the closest
of friends. Jim was one of the few who knew of their preferences, and
shared them.

It was July, and the weather was freezing. Neither Nick nor his partner
liked the winter very much, and often joked about fleeing the cold for
somewhere tropical, up north on the Reef. The only good thing about the
time of year was that it did tend to lure them into their dungeon beneath
the house, to play out their fantasies more often in gleaming leather,
where they could happily work up a sweat in lusty congress.

And that was exactly what they were doing this cool evening. Below their
quiet, ordinary looking home, the two men were enjoying the delights of
their dark but warm cellar, illuminated only by the flickering glow of
candles around the room. Shadows danced across the walls, attuned to the
slow, grinding dance of lust performed by two figures dressed in shining
black leather and glistening chrome.

Nick stood with his powerful legs spread apart, boots firmly planted on
the floor as his black chaps glowered in the flickering light,
emphasising every movement, every muscle wrapped in skin tight hide. His
bare arse emerged from the dark leather, firm round globes of flesh
straining and taut. Across his back wide bands of black, spotted with
small steel studs, encased his torso where the narrow `V' of his waist
widened to square shoulders. Topping his head, a gleaming leather police
cap was pushed forward to almost cover his face. To either side of his
short but manly frame, the dull links of chains ascended into the
darkness above him, and before him, those same chains attached to and
supported a wide leather platform -- a sling; upon which his partner,
Noah, lay back, booted feet lifted to level with Nick's shoulders and
held by stirrups.

Noah's knees were bent, his legs spread, and the white of his rear
contrasted deeply with the black leather he also wore, punctuated by the
soft pink of his anus which puckered and twitched where it was exposed to
the air, and to Nick's admiring gaze. His testicles stuck out, pushed
away from his body by a ball strap wound around the top of his scrotum,
and made more obvious by the chrome cockring surrounding both his nuts
and the base of his long thin cock, which was fully erect and leaking
tiny droplets of clear pre-cum. The harness he wore was more elaborate
than Nick's as it criss-crossed his chest and abs, with a strap which
connected his cockring to his nipples. Over his face a hood of soft kid
leather covered his forehead and ears, slits for his eyes open to reveal
deep blue irises above a mouth full and wet. His hands were back by his
shoulders, cuffed by the wrists to the chains which held up the head of
the sling in which he lay.

Both men were fully erect, their excitement obvious as Nick's rampant
prong aimed itself at Noah's hole, and Noah's throbbing cock strained
back against his belly. Nick leaned forward, a dollop of lubricant on his
fingers, and smeared the viscous liquid around and into the twitching
hole of his slave. Noah's response was a low groan of anticipation as
his arse was opened by Nick's fingers, readying itself to accept the
coming onslaught.

"What do you want, boy?" Nick growled in a whisper full of lust.

"Fuck me, please Sir," came the hissed reply. "I need to be filled and
pounded. Fuck that arse and fuck it hard, please Sir."

Nick grinned an evil look as he readied himself. "Then that's what
you'll get!" he said, placing the head of his cock against Noah's
waiting anus. He inched forward, slowly pulling the sling and it's human
cargo onto his manhood, prying apart Noah's body as his cockhead entered
the other man. With a soft gasp of pleasure, Noah accepted the invasion,
clenching his sphincter around the mushroom cap of Nick's cock as it
filled him, drawing his lover into him.

Once inside his man, Nick slowed, allowing Noah to adjust, and reached up
to take the chains of the sling in his hands. The only point of contact
between them was where Nick's thick cock disappeared into Noah's
clenching arse. As Noah's body relaxed around the throbbing pole, Nick
growled again.

"Okay, boy, this is what you asked for!"

With that he pulled hard at the chains, dragging Noah and the sling back
fast onto his fiery poker. The force of his tugging impaled the other
man's body onto him and his cock rammed deep into the wet cavern,
forcing Noah's innards aside as it probed far into his lover. Noah
gasped, then moaned with the combination of pleasure and pain as he was
skewered onto Nick, his breath knocked from him before he sucked air into
his lungs again.

"Oh fuck, yess!!" he hissed.

Nick needed no more encouragement. He thrust himself forward, using the
pendulum motion of the sling to bury himself deeply into Noah, then back
out until only the large rounded head of his cock remained gripped in
Noah's arse before driving deep into his mate once again. Long powerful
strokes rapidly increased in tempo as the hursuit Greek fucked deeper and
harder into his Viking slave, the wet heat of Noah's body encasing his
manhood contrasting with the cool air of their dungeon on his outward
pushes.

Short, sharp breaths escaped Noah's lips as he ached with the pleasure
of the thick Mediterranean prong thundering into him and filling him
completely. His hungry hole swallowed all that his master gave and wanted
more as Nick's cock plumbed the depths of his bowel and pistoned in and
out of his sphincter. He gripped at that glorious fleshy pole with his
arse, trembling as the swing of the leather platform upon which he lay
drove him ever harder and faster onto his man's thick, long sword.

He closed his eyes, drinking in the sensations relayed to his brain by
his nerves. His arse was being plundered in the most incredibly
satisfying and arousing way. The leather chaps gripping his legs, the
wide straps of hide across his chest and shoulders, and the soft,
encompassing hood covering his head excited him intensely. He could feel
the leather, and that feeling intensified his lust a hundredfold. An
aroma filled the very air -- the scent of pure, masculine sex. The musk
of sweaty fucking mixed with the incredible earthiness of cowhide and the
tang of candlewax to permeate the room, lifting Noah's arousal to new
heights.

Impulsively, he hissed into the space above him, "Oh yes, Sir, fuck me,
Sir. Use me for your toy, Master!"

The pleading continued, fast and soft as he begged for more, interspersed
with renewed gasps of delight when Nick lowered his hands from the chains
and pinched at Noah's nipples, tweaking and pulling at each and sending
jolts of electric pleasure through his chest.

Responding in kind, Nick gave voice to his desires. "Yeah, take that
cock, slave! Feel that big prick fucking your tight arse. You like that,
don't you, boy? You like having that pole shoved up your hot hole?" His
questions were punctuated by groans of delight as he humped again and
again into Noah.

"Yes, Sir, I love it, Sir. I need it, Sir," came the gurgled reply.

Nick's vision was filled with the incredible sight of his slave boy
lover spread wide before him, white skin interlaced with shining leather;
long, strong legs encased in gleaming blackness and lifted so that
Noah's booted feet were level with Nick's shoulders. He looked down to
where they were connected, tingling with passion at the amazing picture
of his own cock disappearing into the pink flesh of his lover, then
re-appearing all glistening and hard, before being buried once more. The
supporting chains clanked softly in accompaniment to the `slurp, smack,
slurp' as his prong pulled away from the suctioning cavern of Noah's
rectum, then slammed back again so hard that his flesh and his balls
slapped against his boy's rounded butt.

Without warning, Nick withdrew himself completely, backing away from the
sling and his slave. A strangled plea escaped Noah's mouth, a single
"Sir?", which Nick ignored. Turning on his heel, he stepped over to the
shelves lining one wall and selected a toy -- a long black dildo. The
fake penis was not quite as thick as Nick's own living prong, but at
least three centimetres longer. With an evil grin he moved back to the
centre of the room, his slimy, drooling manhood pointing the way.

He held up the latex prick for Noah to see, and noted the smile of
anticipation on his lover's lips as he began to coat the thing with
lubricant, still aloft so his boy knew exactly what he was doing.

"You want this, boy?" he demanded.

"Yes, Sir!" came the almost silent answer.

"I didn't hear you, slave."

"Yes, Sir, I want that please," Noah muttered more loudly. "Use it on
me, Sir. Use me!" he hissed.

Nick grinned again, and placed the head of the dildo against his slave's
puckering sphincter. Pausing for a moment until Noah nodded his head
slightly, Nick then pushed the toy into his man, using all his strength
to ram it deep into Noah's gut. Another gasp of delight, and he began to
pull and push the dildo in and out at speed, fucking Noah on the toy as
his own cock twitched and throbbed with excitement. A few minutes of
thrusting, and Nick whipped the long latex dong from Noah's arse,
replacing it instantly with his fully erect flesh, and fucking the man on
the sling with hard, powerful drives. Again he pulled out, ramming the
dildo back in his place. Over and over again, he alternated between
filling Noah's body with himself, and spiking it onto the black,
glistening toy, growing more and more aroused, and knowing that Noah was
the same. The whispered obscenities from his lover increased in volume
and need, and Nick knew that Noah was close to his peak.

With the dildo once again riding through Noah's ring of muscle, Nick
dropped to one knee, scrabbling around on the floor with his free hand
until he found what he was looking for. His fingers closed around the
small dark bottle of amyl, and he stood again, reefing the toy away and
slamming his cock hard into his slave's ravaged arse. He rested the fake
dong on Noah's stomach, and opened the bottle, leaning forward to hold
it under his man's nose.

Noah nodded, and drew several deep breaths of the pungent aroma before
his head fell back onto the leather again. Nick lifted the bottle to his
own face and sniffed long at it -- once, twice, three times. Quickly
replacing the lid and dropping the amyl onto the sling beside Noah's
body, he felt the wash of shuddering sensation as the stuff took effect.
Noah began to call out louder, swinging himself back onto Nick's cock
and humping against it in growing ecstasy. Responding, Nick fucked his
mate with greater force, greater lust than ever.

The dildo remained in full view, and Nick grabbed at it, but instead of
removing himself, he pressed the head of the toy against the puckering
muscle where his cock pierced Noah's body.

"Oh, fuck yeah, do it, Sir!" Noah urged when he realised what this new
prodding was.

Slowing his momentum a little, Nick worked the black latex down and
alongside his prick, gradually forcing Noah's sphincter to open further,
until it accepted the double penetration. In went the prong, sliding
against Nick's cock. Deeper he pushed it as Noah cursed and muttered,
all the while begging for more. Fully inserted, the dildo lined up along
Nick's manhood, and he resumed the fucking motion, pounding his boy
again and revelling in the feeling of another cock sharing that tight,
wet hole with him.

Noah's eyes opened, and rolled back in his head as the indescribable
pleasure of being double fucked wracked his body. Nick watched in
ecstatic fascination as his white cock and the black dildo simultaneously
penetrated Noah's stretched hole. For the most of fleeting of moments,
he wondered what it would be like if that were another man's cock
instead of just a toy, and then the thought disappeared as Noah screamed
out a strangled warning, and succumbed to his orgasm.

With his slave's body spasming around him, clenching hard at the toy and
his cock, and a fountain of cum shooting up and along Noah's stomach,
Nick could hold back no longer. With a final, powerful thrust he jammed
himself as far into Noah's body as he could, and felt the heady loss of
control which signalled climax as his nuts emptied their precious load
into his lover's body. He had no idea how long he remained there,
shooting his essence into Noah, but eventually the dreamlike state of his
peak eased, and he began to breath again.

Carefully removing the dildo from Noah, he leaned forward, lifting his
man's face until they kissed: a long passionate expression of thanks and
satisfaction. Slowly, reluctantly, he withdrew himself and stood back on
unsteady feet, grasping the chains with one hand as he helped Noah rise
from the sling with the other. As one, they collapsed into each other,
arms around sweaty bodies, before sinking to the soft flooring and
rolling together in spent lust.

*****

An hour had passed, and the pair had cleaned themselves up and stripped
away their beloved leathers. They were only now recovering from the heady
glow of sated need, relaxing on a sofa with the fire burning brightly and
their dog, Indiana, stretched out right on the hearth.

The jangle of the telephone brought a wordless curse of annoyance from
Nick as he glanced at the clock. It was only early, though, and Noah
smiled as he got up to answer it.

"At least they didn't disturb us half an hour ago!" he winked at his
boyfriend.

"Half an hour ago, we would have ignored it," muttered Nick, but his
smile also grew as he remembered what they were doing half an hour
earlier.

"Hello?" said Noah into the phone. "Yes, that's us ...  Noah speaking
... yes, I know Jim."

There was a lengthy silence then as Noah listened to the caller, while
Nick lay there mildly curious. Jim had become a very good friend,
probably their closest, since all of the trouble was over last year.
Happily, he had recently found someone new, and was building a
relationship with him now.

"Listen," Noah broke in to the conversation Nick couldn't hear. "I
think you've got the wrong idea altogether. We don't do that kind of
thing all the time. Jim's situation was unusual, a `one-off' and ..."
He stopped again, trying to speak but obviously being talked over. Nick
began to get concerned.

" ... No, ..." Noah began to protest, then more jabbering from the phone
before finally he shrugged. "Okay then, but I really don't think we can
help. What about tomorrow? ... Oh, yes, I guess so ... well in an hour
then. Give me the address ..." He scribbled quickly before saying a few
words of good-bye, and hung up.

"What was all that about?" Nick asked suspiciously.

"It was a friend of Jim's, someone called Joe. He wants us to try to
help him find his boyfriend."

"What!" Nick almost shouted. Noah shrugged resignedly.

"I told him that wasn't what we did, but he said Jim told him how much
we had helped when Jim went missing. He says he's been to the police and
they won't help; that he's desperate. I said we'd at least go over and
talk to him about it."

Nick exploded. "For god's sake, Noah, you're too ... I don't know, too
nice! You should have just told him to forget it and hung up!"

"Maybe, but he just sounded so lost. He said Jim told him the same thing
I had, but he was completely out of ideas for what else to try." Noah
shook his head, looking thoughtful. "I can't help but think that if
anything happened to you, I would try anything I could to get you back,"
he said.

Nick's look of thunder eased a little. His temper was always quick to
ignite, but fortunately quick to subside as well. "Okay, Mother Theresa,
we'll go and see this latest project of yours," he relented.

Noah grinned. "I knew you would. You always will help, even when you
pretend you won't. We're to meet him at his house in an hour."

                        ****

It didn't take the two long to locate Joe's home in Redfern, and they
found themselves in a tasteful, but very normal looking home as Joe
offered drinks, beckoning them in and showing them to the living room.

"Thanks for coming, guys, I really appreciate it," he began.

Nick cut him off. "I really don't think we can help," he said
forcefully. "That business with Jim was something we got caught up in
almost by accident. We didn't set out to solve any crime, and we're not
going looking for it again."

Joe looked crestfallen, and Noah tried to make some peace.

"Joe, honestly, this sort of thing is best handled by the police," he
said soothingly. "I know it seems like they don't do anything, but they
have the resources, and they're often working away quietly so you don't
even know they're doing it."

"But I've been to the cops," Joe protested. "Again and again. I went
to them the next morning when Richard didn't come home, and I've been
back every day since. They just keep fobbing me off. One of them even
said to my face that it was just a lover's tiff, and that once he calmed
down he'd be back again."

"Is that so far from possible?" Nick asked gruffly. "Maybe that's
exactly what he's doing?"

"No, no," Joe shook his head vehemently. "We've been together more
than six years now, and we've fought plenty of times. He's walked out
before, but never stayed away all night. He always comes home after a few
hours. But it's been almost a week, and I haven't heard from him. I've
called all our friends, and nobody's seen him."

Noah looked pityingly at the other man. "That does sound unusual,
then," he said. "So just what did happen when he left?"

Joe's face reddened into a severe blush. "We had an argument. A big
one. He yelled at me, and I yelled back. I thought he was going to hit
me, but instead he just turned away and stormed out, slammed the door
behind him."

"What was the argument about? Something you've fought about in the
past?" Noah asked.

The red in Joe's cheeks deepened even more. "No, not really," he said
softly. "Um, guys, one of the reasons that I called you was because Jim
said I could count on your ... discretion?"

"Go on," Nick said evenly, his curiosity piqued.

"Well, it's just that Richard and I ..." he hesitated, looking first to
Noah, then to Nick, before lowering his eyes, and going on in a rush of
breath. " ... we're into a bit of leather, a bit of S and M role
playing, you see. We don't make a big thing of it, and don't tell many
people about it. Jim knows because, well, we knew him before all that
trouble last year, and afterwards he told us about it, and about his
getting into leather, and so we, umm, sort of `came out' to him, told
him we were into it as well." He finished just as quickly, the look on
his face almost guilty.

"Did Jim tell you we were into leather, too?" asked Noah, to an
astonished look from Nick.

Joe's face showed clearly that he hadn't. "No," he said quickly. "He
just said that you knew about him, and that you were okay with that, that
it didn't stop you from doing everything you could to help!"

"I thought so. But I also guessed that it would help you to feel better
about telling us if you knew about us. It's not that we make it
generally known, but then that's not because we're ashamed of it
either. We just feel that it's something between us personally. We
don't quite fit into the scene, so we keep it to ourselves, and a few
very select friends."

"But what does it have to do with the fight?" butted in Nick, still
recovering from his surprise that Noah would reveal their `secret' to a
stranger.

"That was kinda what the fight was about," said Joe, more confidently
now. "We fought because I suggested we try something, and Richard went
crazy at the thought of it."

"What did you suggest?" Nick said, his gaze squarely on Joe's face.

"That we try a `threesome'!" Joe gasped out, his head dropping as his
body shook with the effort of the confession.

Noah gripped Nick's arm with his left hand, but reached his right hand
out and draped it over Joe's shoulder. "Come on, Joe," he said,
sympathetically, "Tell us all the details. If we are even going to have
any chance of helping, we have to know exactly what happened."

"Then you will help?" Joe looked up, suddenly hopeful.

"I didn't say that. I still don't know if we can. But if we can, then
we will. Tell us the story."

Joe shrugged again, searching for his words. "I guess you need a bit of
background..." He stopped again, remaining silent, obviously still
struggling with the enormity of confessing the secret details of his sex
life to these two men.

"I swear we won't judge or even comment, Joe," Nick said at last. "I
know how hard it must be -- I don't know that I could tell someone I'd
only just met all the intimate details of what Noah and I get up to, but
try, please?"

Noah nodded approvingly at his man, and spoke gently to Joe. "Yes, come
on Joe. Let it out. What you and Richard do in private is between you. If
it works for you, then it must be okay, and that's all you need to
remember."

Joe finally looked up, and seemed to reach a decision. Slowly at first,
then with more confidence, he began to speak.

"Richard and I get right into a role playing scene of a Master and a
slave. He is always the Master, and I'm his slave." He stopped, looking
at Nick and Noah, and finding no disapproval or condemnation in their
eyes, he went on. "It's always the same. I never had any desire to do
anything else, and neither did he. We went the whole way I guess --
handcuffs, dildoes, paddles, rope, a bit of punishment -- but nothing
serious, nothing that would do permanent damage, and I always consented
to it. In fact, I wanted it, badly. We even have a dungeon set up in the
basement below the house -- sling, restraints, St Andrew's cross, the
whole bit." He stopped again, muttering quietly, "Damn, it's not easy
to say this to you, to anyone!"

Nick raised his eyebrows in a question to Noah, who simply nodded.
"Well, since, we're doing confessions, Joe, I'll tell you that Noah
and I have a dungeon at home as well. And we play the same kind of roles.
I am Noah's `Master' and he is my slave. And I suspect we have just as
much, umm, `equipment', as you guys. So you see, it's okay. Now what
happened the night he left?"

Joe's look of surprise grew into a grateful smile as he looked and found
confirmation on Noah's face.

"Well, like I said, it was always the same. And I mean always. I felt
like we were getting ... stale. No, that's not right. Predictable!
That's better. There didn't seem to be quite the spark that we used to
have. It was almost as though we're having sex like clockwork. I've
been thinking about it for a while, but I hadn't told Richard how I felt
until last weekend."

He went quiet for a minute, but the boys let him gather his thoughts.
Once again, he took up the story. "We had just finished a `session' in
the dungeon. I felt, even more than usual, that we were on auto-pilot or
something. So I asked him if he'd like to try something different
sometime. He seemed to be interested, so I said I'd been wondering what
it would be like if we brought someone else into our playing -- tried a
threesome. That was when he just exploded!"

"What did he say?" asked Noah softly.

"He yelled at me. Told me that I was being ridiculous. Told me that I
didn't know when to leave well enough alone. He asked me if I didn't
love him anymore, and when I swore that I did, he said that if we were in
love, then we couldn't possibly share our life with someone else. I
tried to explain that I was just talking about sex, not love, but he
wouldn't listen. I told him that I love him, and nobody else. I told him
that I was just trying to find a way to give some more spice to our sex
life, to expand our fantasies a little bit."

Joe looked as though he were about to break down, but he bit his lip and
went on. "He began to scream at me, saying that I couldn't see the
difference between games and real life, that what we did in the dungeon
was just a game to me. He said that I needed to realise that what we
fantasised about we could never actually do in reality. He muttered
something about how, if I wasn't careful, I would ruin everything. That
was when I began to be afraid, because he went very quiet, something he
doesn't usually do. The look in his eyes -- I just can't describe it.
Then he swung around and pulled on a jacket and loose jeans, gave me
another horrible look, and stormed out. Bloody hell, he was still wearing
his leathers -- harness, chaps, the whole works under those clothes when
he left! What if he's had an accident? What if someone finds him, and
finds what he's wearing underneath? Fuck knows what they would think;
what they would do!"

"I'm sure if anyone had found him hurt or unconscious they would have
just called an ambulance, and no doubt you would have heard about it by
now," Noah said reassuringly. "What we need to do is think about where
he might have gone, try to imagine just how angry he would be."

"That's the funny thing," Joe added.

"How do you mean," asked Nick.

"I was just so shocked at his reaction, I don't understand ..."

"Well, I think having your lover tell you that he wants to bring a third
party into your sexual games, even if it is just for a `bit of spice',
would probably upset most people!" Nick declared, a little
sarcastically, and ignoring Noah's disapproving glance.

"Maybe so," Joe agreed, gaining a little fire in his own voice. "But
when it's been part of our patter for so long, I would have thought
suggesting it for real wouldn't be quite so threatening."

"What?" Nick's face was a study in surprise.

"When we're together, when we're playing, Richard often tells me how
he's going to find another slave to keep me company, how he intends to
set up a `harem'. I go along with it, because it turns me on too, I
guess." He went red again, but only quickly, overcoming his
self-consciousness now. "We talk about it often, imagining that he has
several slaves, that I have to serve him, and serve the other slaves as
well. When we pretend, I'm like the number one slave, but that means
that I have to be the most submissive as well. It's all just words, just
talk while we fuck. But it's hot. I thought he would at least talk about
the possibility of trying it, instead of getting so angry."

"That is interesting," said Noah thoughtfully. "You're sure you have
no idea where he might have gone to? Is there anyone else who he may want
to talk to about what happened?"

"No," answered Joe emphatically. "Jim is the only one, apart from you
guys now, who knows anything about our fantasising, and our leather. We
only told him because he told us about what happened ... you know?"

"Yes, we know," said Nick dryly.

"And you've heard nothing since?" Noah pressed. "No phone calls, no
messages, no emails?"

"Uh, no, nothing at all," Joe said, although he looked uncertain.

"What is it?" Noah asked, picking up on his hesitation.

"You mentioned email," Joe said. "I am afraid I must be one of the
last people on the planet to have to admit this, but I am totally
computer illiterate. I wouldn't know how to get an email if there was
one."

"Then what's this?" Nick said, pointing at a laptop computer sitting
closed on a sideboard.

"Richard's! He's the computer junky in the family. I don't even know
how to turn the thing on. Richard does all our finances and stuff on that
thing. I know he's got an email address because he gets people to send
stuff to us. But I wouldn't know what it is. He shows me things on there
from time to time, or prints them out, but that's all I know. I work in
a manual labour position, out of doors, so I don't have any use for a
computer at work, and I've never had any desire to use one at home."

Noah looked thoughtful. "Maybe there's something on there that might
help. Would you mind if we had a look?"

"Go ahead, if you think you can get it to work. Like I said, it's like
some space gadget to me!" Joe replied.

Before they could even try, the doorbell rang. Joe checked the spy hole,
and swore softly. "It's Tony, a friend of ours. He's been coming
around to make sure I'm okay since Richard left. Don't mention the
leather stuff to him, please?" he begged.

"Your secret's safe with us," Nick declared.

Joe opened the door and invited Tony inside, quickly introducing him to
Nick and Noah, explaining that they were friends of Jim who had said they
would try to help find Richard since the cops weren't doing anything.

Tony's eyebrows raised a little, but he smiled warmly. "Great!" he
said. "The more help the better. I still think Richard will be home when
he calms down, although it has been a lot longer than usual!"

"So you know about the fight, and that this isn't the first time?"
Nick asked in surprise.

Tony blushed a little, and nodded. "I guess it's not the sort of thing
you want broadcast," he said as he put his arm protectively around
Joe's shoulders. "But I've known these two for quite a while, and
I've seen them argue before as well. That's part of being a good
friend, I suppose. But Richard has always come home after a few hours
whenever it's happened before. We're both worried, aren't we mate?"
he said gently to Joe, who simply nodded agreement.

"Do you have any idea where we might start looking for Richard then?"
Noah asked.

Tony shook his head slowly, thoughtfully.

"Nope. We've called everyone we can think of, and Joe's been to the
cops. But no-one's seen him since last Sunday night."

"Joe," said Noah with some resignation. "We'll do what we can, but I
have to tell you that I can't see how we can help."

"But you'll try?" Joe asked, desperation returning to his voice. "Jim
said if anyone could find him, you could."

Nick managed a wry smile. "I think Jim is vastly overestimating our
abilities."

"Do you have some photos of Richard that we could take?" Noah asked.
"It might help to know what he looked like."

"Sure," answered Joe, hurriedly digging out several  pictures of
Richard alone, or the two of them together. "You can use these."

"I still don't know what we can do that you haven't already tried,"
Noah said, the doubt in his voice obvious.

"At least take this thing and see if that helps," Joe said, picking up
the laptop and offering it to Noah.

"Hey, Joe, are you sure?" Tony spoke suddenly. "No offence, guys, but
there's a lot of personal information on that computer. Richard does all
of their banking and budgeting on that."

"Unh, yeah, I'm sure they can be trusted," Joe said, his face flushing
again. Nick winked at him knowingly, but fortunately Tony's back was to
him, so he didn't see the signal.

"I swear, we'll only look for any clues as to where he might have
gone," Noah promised. "We won't go into your financial stuff, and we
won't change anything. We swear all of your secrets will stay secret. It
will be all the same as always, when Richard comes back!"

Thanks, guys," Joe grinned weakly.

"I think that's about all we can do tonight," Nick opined. "Come on,
Noah, I think we need to get some rest before we get started on trying to
find Richard."

"Yep," his partner agreed. "Joe, try to get some sleep. We'll talk to
you again tomorrow, okay?"

"Thanks, guys, again," Joe answered. He got up to show them out, but
Tony stopped him.

"Stay there, Joe," he said firmly. "I'll show them out for you."

Joe nodded, and Tony led the others to the front door. "So are you guys
professionals at this?" he asked curiously.

"No, nothing like that," replied Nick.

"We've just been involved in something similar once before," Noah
continued. "I still don't think we can help, but Joe seems like a nice
guy, and I guess it's like a favour for a friend."

"Oh, okay." Tony seemed surprised. "Still, anything to help ease
Joe's mind. He is really stressed out about this, and I hate seeing him
so upset."

"He's lucky to have someone like you to look out for him, with Richard
doing a disappearing act," Nick noted.

"Oh, I suppose," Tony said, almost off-handedly. "I care a great deal
for Joe. For both of them," he added hurriedly. "I just think that
Richard can probably look after himself better than Joe can."

Something about the way he spoke rang alarm bells for the boys. "What
does that mean?" asked Nick quickly.

Tony looked around, back to where Joe was sitting in the lounge, out of
earshot. "Guys," he whispered, "I don't know if it helps, or even if
it's relevant, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Richard may have
been `playing around' a bit."

"Do you have any proof, any evidence?" asked Noah softly but urgently.

"No, none at all. Just a suspicion. And I haven't mentioned it to Joe.
He's already upset enough without that. Please don't tell him I said
it. Please don't even mention it unless you actually come up with some
proof that that's what is going on, okay?"

"Okay," agreed Noah.

"Thanks," said Tony. "If I can help, just let me know." He pressed a
small business type card into Noah's hand with his address and phone
number on it. "I just want what's best for Joe!"



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!