Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2006 15:26:32 +1100
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: After Nick & Noah - chapter 6

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After Nick and Noah

Chapter 6



Noah looked to Joe as Tony began ordering them out of the house. Joe
shrugged in resignation.

"It's alright guys. I'll call you later, I swear," he promised.

"Let's go, Nick," Noah said quietly.

Nick simply nodded, glowering at Tony, who stood to escort them to the
door. Out of Joe's hearing, with Nick and Noah standing on the pathway
outside the house, Tony hissed menacingly.

"Face it, you two. Richard's gone -- for good! Joe doesn't need to
hear any more about him. What Joe needs now is support and love, so leave
him alone. It's bad enough that Richard was screwing around on him, and
worse that he just left without any explanation. The last thing Joe
should have to deal with now is more stories about bloody Richard and all
his perverted, kinky leather shit!"

With that, he slammed the door in their faces.

"That little bast..." Nick began, but Noah cut him off.

"Come on, my man," he said soothingly. "They need some space, both of
them."

            ***

At home again, Nick was still fuming about Tony's attitude, and the way
he had thrown them out when it wasn't even his house.

"If you ask me, Tony seems to spend far too much time at Joe's place!"
he declared.

"Yes, he does," agreed Noah. "I've been wondering about that. Tony
has been there every time we have. I suspect he's there a lot more too
-- like every day."

"That can't be healthy," Nick stated. "Joe needs some space all to
himself."

"There seems to be more to it than just support, too," Noah went on.
"I can't help feeling that Tony would like to be more than just a
friend."

Nick began to grin with understanding. "Of course! We should have seen
it. Tony wants Joe for himself, that's why he keeps saying Richard
isn't coming back, and telling us to leave Joe alone. Tony is hoping
that Joe will fall for him instead. That explains the attitude. I wonder
if Joe realises that yet -- something tells me he's not ready for a
whole new relationship." Nick chuckled out loud.

"Something else bothers me," Noah said, not joining Nick's amusement
just yet. "When Tony threw us out of there this afternoon, he made a
very interesting comment."

"What do you mean?" asked Nick, curious again.

Noah looked as though he were thinking things through very carefully. He
answered slowly. "Tony said that `the last thing Joe should have to
deal with now is ... Richard and all his leather shit'. But how did Tony
know Richard was into leather? Joe always keeps that from him -- he asked
us specifically not to mention it, remember."

"Yes, he did!" said Nick emphatically.

"And I can't imagine Joe telling Tony about it," Noah went on. "That
would lead to more questions than Joe would care to answer, in my
opinion."

"He was the one who first mentioned that Richard might be having an
affair," Nick observed. "Maybe he had heard about some rumours about
Richard's preferences when he heard the rumour about him screwing
around?"

"Maybe," Noah nodded. "But if so, why not tell us? He was sure as hell
eager enough to tell us about the suspected affair."

"Tony might know more than he's letting on," Nick said. "And be
keeping it quiet because he wants Joe for himself."

"You are way too suspicious for your own good!" Noah declared, but
grinned at his mate to reassure him he was only joking. He reached for
the telephone and dialled Joe's number.

"Hi, Joe, it's Noah. I just wanted to apologise for this afternoon. We
didn't mean to upset you, or Tony," he said. Nick watched intently,
concentrating to hear Joe's reply.

"No problem, Noah," Joe answered. "I'm sorry for Tony's outburst. He
means well, but sometimes he gets too protective."

"That's fine," said Noah reassuringly. "Just one question, Joe -- did
you tell Tony about Richard; I mean, about his preferences -- the leather
and domination part of it?"

"Absolutely not!" Joe answered without hesitation. "I never mentioned
it. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason," Noah said carefully. "Just making sure we still
needed to be careful about what we say to him, that's all. As long as
you're okay."

"Yes, thanks," Joe said tiredly. "I just need to get some rest."

"You do that. We'll talk to you later. And we should apologise to Tony
as well -- can you give me his address and number?"

"Sure," said Joe, dictating the details as Noah repeated them and Nick
scribbled on a hastily grabbed sheet of paper. "But I'm sure you don't
need to apologise to him. He was just looking out for me."

"Okay, Joe, get some rest. Bye." Noah said as he hung up. He turned to
Nick. "Did you hear all of that?"

Nick nodded. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Noah grinned. "We should pay Tony a visit," he said. "Let's find out
just how much he does know."

                        ****

It wasn't late yet, so the pair decided that they would confront Tony
straight away. The more they considered the situation, the more they were
convinced that Tony had been holding back from them, that he must know
more about Richard than he had told them. Readying themselves for an
argument, Nick and Noah were no more than 50 metres from Tony's home
when they saw him come out of the house and head off in the opposite
direction from where they were.

Nick went to call out to him, but Noah grabbed his arm.

"Wait, Nick," he hissed. "Let's see where he's off to."

Fortunately, the streets were reasonably busy, and Nick and Noah were
able to follow their quarry from a distance without being spotted. Tony
hurried along without looking around, and the two trailing him dodged in
and out of pedestrians, never falling very far behind. After about ten
minutes, he turned into a quiet residential street.

"Hey, Noah," Nick commented softly, "Isn't this the street where ..."

"... supersub lives!" Noah completed. "It sure is. This is getting more
and more suspicious."

They backed off a little, since there were fewer crowds in which to hide,
but there was no doubting at all when they saw Tony walk up to the very
house where they had been a couple of days earlier. As Nick and Noah
tried to look inconspicuous, leaning against a low brick wall across the
street and several doors down, Tony knocked several times at the door
before it was opened. They could not hear what was said, nor could they
see who answered clearly, but it certainly appeared as though a fairly
heated discussion was taking place over there, on the footpath.

The voices began to rise, and others on the street started to take
notice, alarming Noah who was sure Tony and whomever he was talking to
would look around and recognise himself and Nick, but instead, the door
was opened wider and Tony ushered inside quickly.

"What do you make of that?" Nick asked.

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's no accident that Tony goes straight
to this house today! He obviously knows a lot more than we thought, but I
just don't see yet how he's involved."

The two of them stayed where they were, trying out different
possibilities on each other, but nothing seemed to make sense. They edged
closer to the house, wondering what was going on, and when they came up
to almost directly outside, they could definitely hear angry voices
raised in argument. Tony and (they assumed) `supersub', were shouting
at each other now, so loudly that the noise carried right out to the
street, but they still could not make out the words being said.

Suddenly, all went quiet.

"Quickly!" Noah warned, grabbing Nick's arm and striding across the
street again to a spot where they would be less noticeable. He was just
in time. Tony came storming out of the house, and looked around
anxiously, but without noticing them, and headed back the way he had
come.

"Do you want to follow Tony again?" Nick asked.

"Um, no," Noah decided. "I think `supersub' might be more likely to
tell us what's going on. Let's see!"

They walked up and rapped on the door Tony had just slammed. In a matter
of seconds it was reefed open to them, preceded by an angry hiss.

"I fucking well told you ..." supersub was saying until he saw who was
there. He speedily changed his manner. "Oh, hi guys, I ... ah ... thought
you were someone else."

He looked past them, into the street, then back to Nick and Noah, smiling
now. "Back for another round already? You should have called ..."

Nick returned the smile. "Maybe, maybe not. What we'd really like to do
is talk to you about something. Can we come in?"

The sub's face showed uncertainty, even suspicion, but he stood aside
for them. Once in the living room, his eagerness to please seemed to have
disappeared. "You're here about Mr Dominance again, aren't you?"

Noah nodded. "In a way. We saw the guy who just left, the one you were
arguing with. What's going on?"

Supersub sighed. "I guessed as much. What do you know about that guy --
the one who was just here?"

"We know that he knows Richard -- ah, `Mr Dominance' -- and Mr
Dominance's partner. We also know that he doesn't like Mr Dominance,
and we suspect that he's trying to break them up. We think he wants Mr
Dominance's lover for himself," Noah explained.

"Oh, wow. But that doesn't explain things for me ..." supersub
whistled.

"So what do you know?" Nick demanded.

"Not a lot," was the reply.

"Then why was he here, why were you arguing?"

The other man looked at both Nick and Noah carefully, weighing them in
his mind, before he went on. "Last time you were here, I told you the
last time I saw `Mr Dominance' he went too far, wouldn't respect my
limits, and that I hadn't heard from him since."

"Yeah?" Nick said.

"Well, that's not quite true. I have seen him since, but only once. He
showed up here unannounced last week, on Sunday night."

"That's the night he had the fight with Joe," Nick exploded.

"Yeah, I know," supersub said flatly. "He showed up here, and he was
angry. I mean really angry. It was obvious something had happened to him,
although I had no idea what. But it was also obvious that he was looking
for a way to take it out on someone else -- that being me! I remembered
all too well the last time he had been here, and I told him there was no
way I was getting into anything with him in that mood, or any other mood
for that matter."

"So what did he do?" Noah prodded.

"He yelled. And I yelled. And then we fought."

Nick looked surprised. "You argued with him -- `Mr Dominance'?"

"No," supersub winced at the memory. "We fought. Literally. He punched
me, and I punched back. I don't think he was expecting that, because I
didn't fit into the usual submissive role he knew me for. There were
more punches, and we wrestled around a bit. It got pretty serious," he
finished, rubbing his hand along his jaw, recalling a particularly hard
thump.

"And?" Nick insisted.

"And then he left. I was fairly badly beaten -- could barely stand, but
he wasn't much better. He muttered something about `slaves not knowing
their place anymore' and stumbled out of here."

"And THAT was the last time you saw him?" Noah asked.

"Yep! This time I'm telling the truth. I haven't seen him or heard
from him since."

"Why didn't you tell us this before?" Nick demanded, growing angry.

"Because of that guy who just left," supersub replied, matching the
anger.

"I don't understand. What has Tony got to do with it?"

The submissive shrugged. "So that's his name? He showed up here that
same night. About an hour after `Mr Dominance' left. I was still
feeling pretty sick, could only just stand, and I'd forgotten to lock
the door when Mr D stormed out. I look up to find this Tony guy standing
right here in this room, over me. He spat at me, called me a piece of
low-life shit. I thought he was after some action, that maybe Mr D had
sent him in. But instead he told me that he knew what kind of kinky shit
I'd been up to, and that I was sick, just like anyone else who did the
same stuff. He whispered, real low and mean, that I was to forget anyone
-- him or anyone else -- had been here that night, and that if he ever
found out I'd told someone what had happened that night, he would kill
me. And the way he said it, I don't think he was exaggerating. Then he
put the boot in, just for good measure. Kicked me hard in the leg, and
just walked away. I was too weak to fight back, and I figured he may have
known what he was doing, so I kept my mouth shut when you guys started
asking."

Nick and Noah were silent for a moment, both thinking through this new
information.

"So what happened tonight?" Noah finally asked. "You didn't look like
you were backing down this time. We could hear you arguing from outside
on the street."

The other man smiled wryly. "Yeah, well I was feeling a lot better today
than the last time he visited. He started accusing me of spilling my
guts. Said he knew I had told someone about that night. I denied it, but
he wouldn't give up, kept insisting I tell him who I had talked to. I
brought him inside because people were taking notice out there. We yelled
some more, and then he got real nasty. Said that my `friend' had
disappeared. I told him I'd heard that, and he said that if I wasn't
careful I might disappear too." Supersub grinned then, an evil grin.
"That's when I really stood up to him. I might enjoy being the sub when
it comes to sex, but no arsehole is gonna push me around like that in
real life! I let him have a good whack, punched him right in the stomach,
and told him to get out. He wasn't hurt bad, and away he went -- in a
hurry."

Nick looked perplexed, Noah thoughtful.

"I don't understand why he would try to warn you off," Nick said. "If
he is trying to break Richard and Joe up, then I would expect him to
encourage you."

Supersub simply shrugged, but Noah was even less certain.

"It's not that so much which worries me," he said slowly. "I don't
like the comment about `making you disappear too' -- as if he was the
one who made Richard -- sorry, Mr Dominance -- disappear!"

"Sorry guys, I can't help you there," said the man.

"Just be careful, there's something about him I don't trust," Noah
thought aloud.

"Well, if he comes back again, I'll be ready for him. I ain't taking
that kind of shit from no-one!" His smile widened, "But I could
certainly help you in other ways ..." he whispered, his intentions
obvious.

Noah blushed, and Nick coughed with embarrassment. "Sorry, guy, not
tonight. We have more important things to worry about. But thanks for the
offer."

"Aww, come on guys. You know how good we are together. Besides, I figure
you two owe me. This is the second time you've come around here trying
to get information out of me. Surely I've earned a little `reward'."
He licked his lips invitingly and looked them both up and down slowly,
paying particular attention to Noah.  "In fact ..." he said slowly,
mischievously, "... I could even turn dominant for the night, if you'd
like a little variation?"

Nick reddened again, and began to mumble an apology, but before he could
say more than a few words, Noah butted in.

"I think maybe he's right, Trojan," he said in a voice thick with
promise and lust. His partner spun around in surprise, his mouth falling
open. To his look of shock, Noah simply raised a questioning eyebrow.

Despite the instantaneous hard-on tenting his jeans, Nick stammered to
the other man, "Just a minute, okay?" and moved away a little,
whispering at Noah urgently, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Noah's bravado wilted a little, but he nodded anyway. "Think about it,
Nick," he hissed. "He's right -- on several points. We know how good
we can be with him; we know he's both careful and genuine; and we do owe
him for barging into his life. Besides, it would be damn hot, and we've
talked about this scenario, especially if I'm the slave being shared by
two masters! I'm up for it if you are."

Nick's face broke into a massive, guilty grin which was quickly replaced
by anticipatory lust.

"We'd love to!" he stated firmly to the waiting man, "But we'll have
to go home to get our gear!"

"No need, Sir," was supersub's enthusiastic response, as realisation
and sudden, growing delight flooded his face. "I have plenty here for
all of us! And our roles?"

"You and I -- tops; we share my boy." Nick stated firmly, his interest
heightening rapidly.

The other nodded in comprehension and grinned lustily. "Then for tonight
you can call me `Hammer'!" he said.

"Hammer?" Nick questioned.

"Oh yeah, `cause it fits with your boy's `Viking', and I'm looking
forward to hammering that Viking arse!"

Noah grinned with delighted anticipation, and Nick chuckled out loud.
"Lead on, Hammer," he said happily. "Let's get ourselves properly
dressed for this."

The other man smiled, and directed them into the room where they had
`played' on their last visit. Pulling open the doors of a large
cupboard on one wall, he revealed a number of harnesses and several pairs
of chaps, as well as hoods. "I'm sure we can make do with what's here,
Trojan," he declared conspiratorially.

Nick nodded agreement, selecting a wide-strap simple harness and chaps
with lace-up sides which he happily pulled on over a leather jockstrap
which zippered open right down the front. The chaps were a little long
for his shorter frame, but they would do for tonight.

Supersub, or `Hammer', Nick had to remind himself, chose a similar
harness, although his was adorned with rows of small chrome studs. Over
his groin he placed a cod-piece belt which fitted around his cock and
balls like a cockring but of solid wide leather. Snaps around the
platform allowed him to attach two more pieces of leather -- a pouch
which fit snugly around his testicles, and a full cod to cover his weapon
-- already semi hard and leaking slightly with anticipation. The chaps he
smoothed over his long legs were shining, tight, and smooth, with a long
red stripe of inset leather that ran down the outer side of each leg.

Noah was almost the same size as Hammer, both in height and girth, so the
chaps he was handed fit him like a glove. They were plain black,
gleamingly polished, and tight as skin. He pulled them on to the
approving gaze of both Masters. His upper body was bedecked with an
elaborate harness consisting of numerous leather straps which rode over
both shoulders, around his chest to emphasise his pectorals, his ribcage,
his waist and his hips. Connected by a series of chrome rings all joined
to vertical straps front and back, the combination effectively encased
him in black leather. Hammer stooped to fit a ball separator around
Noah's scrotum, grinningly licking a tantalising tongue along the
hardening shaft of the slave's cock as he did, before stepping back
again, and handed Viking a full slave hood. Noah fitted the soft leather
over his head, feeling and becoming faceless as he did so. The sense
excited him, as the covering had only eyeholes and a slit over his mouth
but was otherwise a complete encasement of his head.

He stood back, taking on his role as the slave, but also grateful for the
opportunity to run hungry eyes over the two Masters he was to service
tonight, both Nick and the other man looked stunning in their gear, and
Noah's cock began to lengthen as he wondered what they would demand of
him.

As the slave finished dressing, Hammer rummaged around until he found two
identical master's caps for himself and his co-conspirator. The headgear
was a soft, dull black leather; peaked caps with shining black visors
that hung low over the eyes. Both caps sported slim silver chains around
the brim and across the peak, and each gave its wearer an unmistakable
air of authority. Hammer pulled his own cap on, then reached to adjust
Nick's.

"Looking good; damn good, Trojan!" he stated.

"You too, Hammer," Nick replied, his approval evident in the look he
cast over the other figure. As he finally lifted his eyes to the other
Master's face, he realised that Hammer was looking at his lover with
undisguised desire. Strangely, Nick felt no jealousy, but rather a great
deal of pride, and a growing desire of his own, as he studied Noah,
standing patiently and waiting. This was his -- no, their -- slave, and
they were going to enjoy him!

"Viking!" Nick declared in a menacing tone, as he moved to stand near
to Hammer, positioning himself so that the two Masters were less than a
metre apart, at right angles to each other.

"Sir?" the sub responded quickly.

Nick looked at his colleague, and smiled. "Master Hammer and I both seem
to need our boots cleaned. Get over here and get started."

As Noah scurried to comply, Nick crossed his arms on his chest and spread
his legs. Hammer did the same, echoing Nick's stance, and Noah was
instantly in the gap between them, his face to the floor, his arse
pointing at the ceiling, and his tongue darting out to moisten the boots
of one and then the other as he cleaned them with his lips and paid
homage to the two dominant men. The slave's head bobbed from side to
side as he tried to attend to both Masters, taking the chance from time
to time to glance upward and allow himself a daring but rewarding glimpse
of towering black legs topped by bulging leather pouches, crossed arms
and strong, forceful looks from both Trojan and Hammer.

Excited by the two Masters above him, and with his arousal growing
quickly, Noah set to his assigned task with relish, licking carefully at
the boots, shins and claves of the men at whose feet he knelt. The smell
of the leather in his face as his tongue tasted the tanned hide was
incredible, and his own masculinity hardened between his legs, leaking
crystalline drops of pre-cum onto the floor.

Nick was barely able to contain himself as he stood there, his arms
crossed and legs spread wide, while his slave chewed away at his legs.
Hammer stood beside him, mirroring his stance, and Nick happily took in
the view of his co-Master, muscled and tense as the `boy' between them
moved back and forth, biting at first Nick's own legs, then at the other
master, before returning to Nick again. He truly felt like he was
`Trojan', and that the `Viking' at his feet was there for the sole
purpose of servicing and pleasuring both himself and `Hammer'. His body
trembled with arousal at the anticipation, and his cock filled the
leather cocoon holding it in place. He glanced over to note with
satisfaction that Hammer's cod-piece was ballooning out to its limits as
well, his colleague obviously enjoying the attentions of Viking as much
as he was.

`Hammer' stood mesmerised. Thrills raced through his entire body. The
sight of Trojan, standing so close, and looking so powerful in glistening
leather, sent his normally subservient longings into overload. But this
switch to the dominant role was amazing him with a whole new set of
twitching needs as the leather hooded slave between them gnawed slowly up
the length of his chaps. The incredible sense of power that he felt, the
knowledge that he did not need to beg for permission, but could reach
down and order this slave to pleasure him, caused a swelling in his groin
which hardened his erection beyond memory. He fought desperately against
the urge to reach out and grope at Trojan, standing beside him, yet his
breathing became ragged as the Viking boy at his feet gradually rose
higher and higher up his thighs, the slave's hands caressing his legs
through the tight leather he wore.

When Noah's lips made contact with the stretched and rounded hide
encasing Nick's balls, it was as if a trigger had been sprung. Nick let
out a long groan of delight, and let his head roll back as his arms fell
to his sides. Bringing himself back to concentration, Nick placed one
hand on the back of Noah's head, massaging the dark, soft leather and
pulling his slave harder into his bulging crotch. His free hand moved
unbidden to the master standing alongside him, reaching for Hammer's
chest and finding his nipple, tweaking it hard and pulling at the small
dark erection.

"Holy Fuck!" Hammer hissed between clenched teeth as his torso spasmed
with the delight of the touch. His right hand clasped at Trojan's
exposed butt cheek, squeezing at the hard round flesh and pushing it
forward, forcing the other master's cock harder against the slave's
face. His left hand cradled his own genitalia, cupping his nuts through
the cod-piece he wore, and framing the long tube of black struggling
against its constraints.

"Oh yeah, suck at him, boy!" Hammer muttered at Viking. "Use that
mouth of yours on your Master's fuckpole!"

Noah complied, working harder at Nick's manhood in response to the
command, but not for too long. With encouragement from Trojan in the form
of a gripping push at his hood, Viking moved sideways, directing his
attention to the throbbing, straining leather sack which held Hammer's
hammer. As the slave's lips began to chew at his leather encased
testicles, Hammer removed his hand and uttered a deep grunt of
excitement. His right hand still gripped at Trojan's butt, the other
Master continuing to pinch and paly with his tit, and Hammer swung around
a little, his left hand finding the spit moistened pouch struggling to
contain Trojan's cock and balls.

"Oh, yeah ..." whispered Nick. Noah's left hand was squeezing one
cheek, Hammer's right hand the other. He looked down to see a leathered
head attacking the other Master's bulging cod, and shuddered with
arousal when Hammer's fingers closed around his own nuts.

He stepped sideways now, bringing his hip hard against Hammer's. His
cock pushed forward, sandwiching the other's hand against the side of
Viking's head as the slave continued to suckle at Hammer's balls. With
his right hand playing over the Master's chest, his left arm swung
across Hammer's back, drawing them together. Impulsively, he leaned in
and began to kiss the other man.

Hammer's response was immediate and passionate. Instantly, the two men
were locked at the lips, tongues exploring and lips working hard. Both
were more than conscious of the head between them which now bobbed back
and forth from one bulging leather sack to the other, alternating
attention as the two masters held each other and locked lips in a frenzy.
Their free hands met, one atop the other, as they jointly held the
slave's head and directed his mouth from one to the other and back
again.

Noah gummed at the pair of straining leather envelopes presented to him,
eagerly chewing at each in turn, the pressure on his head moving him back
and forth. His hands groped and squeezed at the four hard rounded melons
of his two Masters' arses, and his cock bobbed below him, hard as steel.
Whilst his face was pressed against Hammer's nuts, his fingers found the
zipper in the centre of Trojan's pouch, and he carefully, slowly, slid
it down and open, exposing the slicked and rampant rod of flesh within.
Peeling the layer of hide away, he closed his fingers around the heaving
balls, and swallowed the throbbing pole in a single motion.

Above him, he heard a muted grunt of satisfaction from Nick, and suckled
hard at the living spear in his mouth. As he did, his other hand felt its
way up Hammer's leg, traced the line along the edge of his chaps, and
found the snaps holding the cod-piece in place. Viking easily pulled at
the leather triangle, and it gave way, Hammer's long thick cock
springing forward to slap at Noah's hide bound cheek. Using his fist to
continue stroking Trojan, Viking turned his head and licked long wet
slurps along the shaft of Hammer's cock, nibbling at the ridge of his
glans, before slowly taking that turgid weapon into his gullet and
massaging it with his tongue.

"Oh fuck yeah..." he heard Hammer gasp. With a cock in each fist, Noah
looked up to see the two masters kissing feverishly, their hands running
over chest and abs, their groins pushing in together, sandwiching him in
an envelope of flesh and leather, of cocks and balls and sweat.

Without thinking, the slave began to suck and bite at each of the raging
erections in turn. But he wanted more -- he wanted them both!
Impulsively, Viking pulled at the pair of pricks, pressing them together,
and opening his mouth wide. Both men were well endowed, and it was a
struggle to do, but the slave managed to get his lips around both
cock-heads at once. Sheer size and physical restraints meant he could not
manage to swallow any more than a few inches of the doubled dongs at
once, but with a pair of testicles in each hand, and jostling penises in
his mouth, Viking was in paradise.

Hammer and Trojan continued their kissing and groping as the slave
swallowed them both, desperately trying to find a position where he could
take more of their lengths. Both men were aroused incredibly, and when
they eventually separated, a chorus of gasps and hisses erupted as they
found their breath, and wallowed in the pleasure of the servicing the
slave delivered.

Nick was the one who broke the impasse as Noah tried to suck at each of
them together.

"It's about time that arse of yours got some work, Viking," he
declared. "Get up here and into this sling."

Noah reluctantly relinquished the double penises, and clambered to his
feet.

"Yeah, boy," Hammer said menacingly. "It's time for your other hole
to take some cock!"

between them, hammer and Trojan manhandled the slave into the sling,
pushing him back onto the leather platform, and lifting his boots into
stirrups which kept his legs spread wide. One on either side, they
grinned evilly at each other as each of them took a wrist and snapped
handcuffs around Viking's forearms, binding him to the chains which
supported the sling from the ceiling. As Nick moved back between his
slave's legs, Hammer grabbed a bottle of amyl from a shelf nearby and
handed it to the slave. Noah found that even though his hands were
shackled, there was enough give to allow him to hold the bottle to his
nostrils if and when he wished. He nodded to the other man -- "Thank
you' Sir."

Noah jumped a little with excitement when he felt Nick's fingers at his
sphincter. A generous amount of lube was dolloped across his ring of
muscle and massaged into his hole while he lay there and watched his
Master prepare him. At the same time, Hammer moved around to the head of
the sling, standing over the slave and looking down along his body to
where Trojan was opening the boy's arse with his fingers. His arousal
was obvious, his cock hard and trembling with every beat of his heart, a
fine drool of pre-cum oozing from his slit and falling to the floor.

"That's it, Trojan," he said hoarsely. "Fuck that sweet arse, man.
Open it up and fill it with your meat."

Nick grinned at his co-Master. "Oh yeah," he hissed, lining up his
purpled cockhead with Noah's puckering hole, and pressing forward,
burying himself in the slave in a single motion.

"Ahh, fuck yes! Thank you, Sir," Noah spat out between clenched teeth.

"Mmmm, you like that, Viking?" Hammer asked.

"Yes, Sir," Noah replied. "Fuck me, please Sir!"

Nick did. Gripping Noah's legs with his hands, he began to swing the
sling back and forward in a pendulum movement, using the motion to ram
his cock deep into Viking's body, then pull it out in a slurping, wet
vacuum before pounding back in again.

"Oh yeah, Trojan," Hammer said. "Fuck him man. That's the way -- deep
and hard!"

As he spoke, the other Master pulled Noah's body back into the sling
further, until the slave's head could fall back over the edge of the
leather. His fingers found Noah's nipples, and began to pull and twist
at them, and as he did, Hammer directed his cock into Viking's face.
Noah enthusiastically took the slicked, throbbing weapon into his throat.
At this angle, with his head thrown back, he could easily swallow the
full length of Hammer's manhood, feeling it ram into his gullet, to pull
back and drive in again. Viking locked his jaw open, and used his lips
and tongue as best he could to taste and massage Hammer's dick.

Noah was ecstatic. His body was being fucked at both ends. His arse was
plundered by the powerful strokes of Nick's fucking while his throat
slopped and suckled at the pile driver of a cock slamming into him from
above. Sometimes the two Masters were in time, each driving into him at
once. At other times, they were on alternate cycles, so that as Hammer's
prong slid back from his face, Trojan's sword stabbed into him, and
while Trojan withdrew, Hammer again speared that long prick into his
face. He was so aroused, so alive, that he thought he would cum right
there without any further stimulation.

Hammer too, was approaching the brink. The sight of Trojan fucking this
boy deep and hard, while he forced his own cock into the hot and willing
mouth, was incredibly exciting. The slurping wet sounds of fucking and
the occasional gasp of breath, were a symphony of sex, and his senses
were going into overload.

Nick realised that the other two were close. It wasn't difficult, since
he was also near his peak. His vision was filled with Noah's gorgeous
body, wrapped in leather, swinging and writhing beneath him and around
him, the moist warmth of his partner's gut encasing his tool. And the
handsome, muscular body of his fellow dom bent slightly over Viking, the
thick sabre of manmeat disappearing into Noah's mouth. He backed off a
little, slowing things and allowing all of them to ease away from climax.

"Hey, Hammer," he said with a smile. "This hole is too good to keep
for myself. You wanna try it, man!"

The other man laughed. "I thought you'd never offer," he said. "I've
been looking forward to plugging this slave of yours. I guess his hole is
nice and ready for me after the fucking you've been giving it."

"You bet!" Nick answered. "Help yourself -- it's nice n wet n hot
right now."

Noah shook with anticipation as the two discussed him as if he weren't
there, as if his body were no more than a toy for them to play with. The
very thought was incredibly arousing, and his sphincter twitched as it
awaited the next assault. He did not have to wait long.

Hammer's cock wasn't as thick as Nick's, and it entered Noah's bowel
easily, sliding in steadily as the Master enjoyed this new sensation
engulfing his weapon. But he was considerably longer than Trojan, and the
slave soon began to gasp as the extra length filled him and penetrated
deeper and deeper into his gut. When he finally bottomed out, his leather
clad nuts pressing against the firm skin of Noah's butt, Viking could
have sworn he was skewered onto a hot poker, and that the tip of that
prong was nudging his stomach.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered. "Thank you, Sir."

"Oh yes," was Hammer's answer, as he slid back a little and began to
slide in again, quickly finding a rhythm as his masculinity was enveloped
in heated, suctioning flesh, in wet paradise.

Nick stood alongside the other Master, thrilled by the sight of his
fucking his man, aroused immensely by the groans and gasps as they
copulated. He reached down to where the two bodies joined, encircling
Hammer's prick with his fingers right where it penetrated Noah's arse.
His other hand cupped and caressed his fellow Master's nuts, and he
whispered encouragement.

"That's right, Hammer. Feels good, doesn't it? Fucking good! You fuck
that sweet little man pussy. Fuck it hard and fuck it long," he hissed.

Hammer happily obliged, his strokes becoming faster and harder as he
thundered his way into and out of the compliant, welcoming body suspended
before him. As Nick backed away a little, Hammer leaned forward slightly,
grabbing at the straps of Noah's harness, and using them for extra
leverage, trying to drive himself even more deeply into the slave.

Nick's cock ached with the excitement, he was so hard. He was leaking
steadily now, and the view he had of Hammer's arse cheeks hammering that
long cock into Noah's gut was so arousing, and so inviting, that he
moved back to stand behind the other man, his arms going around him so
that he could still feel with his fingers where Hammer fucked Viking's
hole, while his own cock slid up and down the valley formed by Hammer's
butt.

Hammer was so turned on now. His prong buried itself deep into the Viking
slave over and over again, while the one-time sub was also aroused by the
feel of Trojan's thick, powerful cock against his flesh. But before he
could give voice to the idea which hit him, Trojan had obviously had the
same idea, and was putting it into practice. A sudden cold sensation as
lube was fingered into his hole was soon replaced by the bulging head of
Trojan's cock. Hammer slowed his own fucking of Viking while Trojan
entered him, gasping with the combined sensation of fucking and being
fucked. And then Trojan really began to move, driving himself had into
Hammer's chute. In response, Hammer pounded up and into Viking, and in
moments, the three found a steady cycle, with Hammer bouncing his body
between thrusting into the slave and backing hard onto the Master.

Nick humped into the other man hard and fast, looking over his shoulder
to see the swaying of his slave as Hammer took the pounding from Nick's
cock and shoved it on into Noah. Noah quivered with pleasure, the fucking
he received doubled and enhanced as both Masters humped forward and his
body was filled with scalding flesh. Heaving, sweating and gasping, the
three men kept up their combined rutting for uncounted minutes, but
Hammer felt the heat of orgasm growing, and hissed back at Trojan to warn
him.

"I'm gonna blow if we keep going much longer," he whispered.

"No problems, mate," Nick acknowledged, slowing his forceful thrusts,
then sliding himself from Hammer's body. Hammer in turn edged away from
the sling and the slave, his cock slimed and glistening as it exited
Noah's sphincter with a wet slurp.

Hammer collapsed onto a chair nearby, allowing his passions to ease,
while Nick lifted Noah from the sling.

"You look too comfortable there, Viking," he said mischievously. "Its
time I got to sit back while you do some of the work!"

with that, Nick took a seat on the leather covered sofa alongside Hammer,
sliding down so that his butt was almost at the edge, his thick, proud
manhood pointing to the sky. He motioned to the slave.

"Over here, boy. Come and sit that hot tight arse on this!"

Noah smiled, clambering over him and spreading his legs around Nick's
thighs. Slowly he lowered himself onto the spike of flesh between Nick's
legs, spitting himself on it and using his own weight to drive it deep up
into his gut. In this position, he could happily feast his eyes on the
gorgeous hunk of leatherman who fucked him, and Trojan in turn could
easily play with his nipples while he fucked his arse hard.

The two of them bounced and jostled on the edge of the sofa in growing
urgency, and Hammer was unable to keep from joining them for long. He
stood behind Noah, reaching around and pinching at his tits, sliding his
wet cock up and down Noah's back, looking over his shoulder at Nick's
sweating body as it fucked at the slave. For a long while they stayed
like this, before Hammer dropped to his knees, his fingers finding the
point of joinder for the other two bodies. He traced the length of
Trojan's cock with one digit as it entered and withdrew from the hungry
hole of the slave. He reached around and cupped the roiling nuts of
Viking where they were sandwiched between Trojan's torso and his own. He
squeezed Trojan's balls in time with the other's thrusts, making both
the Master and the slave gasp with delight.

Noah looked deep into Nick's eyes as his man fucked him. He could feel
Hammer's hot breathing against his back, could feel Hammer's fingers on
his balls.

"I think Master Hammer feels -- left out -- Sir," he hissed. "Maybe
you should `share' me."

Nick immediately realised what Noah was suggesting, what he was offering.

"Are you sure, Viking?" he asked, an undercurrent of concern in his
voice.

"Oh yeah," Noah reassured him. "I can do it!"

Nick's smile split his face, his heart beat more rapidly with
anticipation, as he spoke to his fellow Master.

"Hammer, this is so fucking good," he groaned. "You ought to share it
with me."

Hammer laughed. "I'd love to," he answered.

"Then why don't you join me in here now? Get that fucking long cock of
yours and slide it in alongside me, let's show this Viking what it's
like to be really fucked!"

The other man gasped a little as it hit him what Trojan was offering. If
his prick had been flagging at all, it went to instant hardness and full
erection as his mind filled with the anticipation of double fucking this
slave with his Master.

"Holy fuck, yes!" he said enthusiastically, quickly moving in closer to
the united pair.

With Noah still sitting on Nick's thighs, Nick spread his legs wide,
forcing Noah's even wider, and slid forward even further on the sofa's
edge. Hammer sidled into the gap, on his haunches now, as Noah bent
forward and over his man. In seconds, hammer's cockhead was nudging up
against the spot where Nick's shaft penetrated Noah's ring. Trojan
slowed his thrusts, backing down until only an inch of his cock was
inside the slave, and waited while Hammer found a comfortable position.

Slowly, but firmly, Hammer pressed his prick against Trojan's, using his
finger to guide himself toward the point of entry, and to force Viking's
already open sphincter to stretch even more. Noah grunted with the effort
and the pain as the second cock invaded him, toking hard at the amyl and
waiting for the effects to fill his body. As the rush of sensations hit
him, he groaned aloud.

"Yes, Sir, now Sir!", pushing back with his arse, as Hammer pushed
forward. Suddenly the pain was gone, replaced by an amazing sense of
being filled completely, and Viking mumbled softly with pleasure as
Hammer's long hard pistol slid into position against Trojan's thick
log, both of them filling him at once.

"Holy fuck!" breathed Hammer. "That feels incredible!"

"Shit yeah," grunted Nick in agreement. "I can feel your cock all the
way along mine. And this arse feels so tight around both of us! You okay,
Hammer?"

"Oh yes," Hammer happily replied. "Okay, Trojan, let's really fuck
this little Viking!"

In a cloud of ecstatic abandon, the two Masters began to thrust as one
into the stretched hole of their slave. Lost in a whirl of excited
arousal, they humped into him, keeping pace with each other for some
time, then working in opposite directions which only increased the
friction, and the stimulation, for all three. Together, the Masters
shared their boy, fucking him harder and faster, deeper and more
forcefully, as they surrendered to the base instincts of animal lust.
Heaving, sweating and gasping, the trio bounced and shuddered, an
inextricable mass of masculinity, bound together by need and blissful
pleasure.

How long they managed to stay like this, none could later say, but it was
Noah who succumbed first. Filled by two huge cocks, both fucking hard
into him, his body raced to the heights of arousal and dived over the
edge. As his climax ricked him, he clenched his ravaged sphincter hard,
clamping down against the doubled penises inside him. His eyes rolled
back in his head, and his frame spasmed with release.

Seeing his partner explode set Nick off. "I'm cumming!" he gasped in
warning, but it was too late. A tidal wave of bliss rolled over him; an
electric surge of joy shot from his head to his toes and right into his
very root, swelling his cock as his nuts emptied their precious load into
the cavern of heated silken flesh wrapped around him.

Hammer grunted and tried to hold back as Viking clenched around his and
Trojan's cocks. But when he felt the searing heat of Trojan's jizz
flooding the glorious receptacle they shared, and when Trojan's
twitching cock spasmed up and down against his own, his body could not
resist. His orgasm swept through him and his prick exploded in a fiery
geyser of his essence as he pumped his very being into Viking's gut,
throwing his arms around both of the men with whom he fucked, and
forgetting to breath, so intense was his peak.

Eventually, all three were spent. Hammer withdrew himself carefully, and
collapsed backward onto the floor. Noah disentangled himself from
Hammer's legs and Nick's manhood, standing first before he too fell in
an exhausted heap. Nick looked at his two companions, took a deep breath
and declared eloquently, "Fuck!", before rolling down to lie with his
head on Noah's lap, and his feet thrown across Hammer's legs.

***

"That was unbelievable!" Hammer eventually managed to whisper.

"You said it!" Nick agreed.

"Incredible, I'd call it. Thank you, both of you, Sirs!" Noah said
with feeling.

"Thank you," Nick echoed.

"No, guys, it really is me who needs to say `thank you'," Hammer
finished. "I don't think I've ever felt so good, so wanted or so cared
about, before. And all we were doing is fucking! You guys must have one
hell of a relationship!"

Nick and Noah looked at each other and grinned. "Yes, we do," they
chorused.

***

Half an hour later, the three men were relaxing and recovering with a
beer.

"We really ought to get going," Noah said. "We need to get back on
track with finding out what we can about Tony -- why he made those
threats to you, and what he meant. He obviously knows a whole lot more
than we thought, or than he is willing to tell us. I just don't
understand why."

"You could stay the night?"

Nick chuckled. "There's no way we could manage a second round tonight,
mate!"

"No, but what about tomorrow morning? What better way to start the
day?" his new friend chuckled.

"Sorry, Hammer," said Nick, then he stopped. "Or do I call you
supersub again now?

The other man grinned. "Guys, for you two -- I'll take whichever role
you're in the mood for. You are so fucking hot! Trojan, you want two
slaves? Then I'm supersub. If you want to share your hot little Viking
with another dom, then I'm Hammer -- just say the word guys."

"Thanks, man, but Viking is right, we do need to get going."

Despite the disappointed look on Hammer/supersub's face, Nick and Noah
quickly said their good-byes and left, making their way slowly home
again, and mulling over the new twist in events as they went.

"I can't get past this feeling that Tony is somehow more than just
holding back information," Noah said. "There is a really sinister
feeling to the whole story that wasn't there before, and that I don't
like at all!"

"We may have to confront him anyway, then," Nick said.

"I don't know," Noah went on. "I think we have to be very, very
careful about this. We should sleep on it before we do anything. I'm
exhausted," he grinned.

                        ***

The next morning Noah was still concerned about what they had heard the
night before. He padded about making coffee but lost in his thoughts.

"So, do we go and see Tony or not?" Nick asked, becoming impatient.

"I don't know," replied his mate. "There are still too many questions
..."

Without telling Nick what he was thinking, he picked up the phone and
dialled quickly. "Joe? ... hi, it's Noah again ... no, not really, but we
do have a few more things to ask -- could you come over here? ... no,
it's just that I would rather avoid having Tony walk in and interrupt us
... you can? Great, see you in an hour!"

"So?" questioned Nick.

"You heard -- I want to talk to him again, without Tony around. He's
coming over in an hour, so you better get dressed," Noah grinned. "I
don't want you distracting him!"

                        ***

When Joe arrived he was more apologetic than anything.

"Guys, I know Tony seems to be down on you, but he's just trying to
look out for me the best way he knows. I'm sorry that you felt you
couldn't come to my place, but you really shouldn't worry about him."

Nick gave Joe a look of doubt, but Noah hurried in to prevent his lover
saying anything out of turn.

"Joe, it's just that Tony always seems to arrive when we're talking to
you, if he isn't already there when we show up. And you have trouble
being open with him listening, don't you?"

"Only about the leather aspect," Joe answered sadly.

"That's partly why we needed to see you without any chance of him being
around," Nick said, a little quickly. Joe looked up at Nick's obviously
disapproving tone of voice.

Once again, Noah resumed control of the discussion. "Joe, I know we've
asked before, but are you one hundred percent certain that Tony doesn't
know about the leather side of yours and Richard's life?"

Joe grimaced. "Absolutely sure!" he stated emphatically.

"But how do you know?" Noah went on. "What if he found your dungeon
sometime -- he's there so often -- and just kept quiet, decided not to
embarrass you by mentioning it?"

This time Joe chuckled out loud; a long, resigned laugh. "I can assure
you that he hasn't, and that he doesn't know." He was adamant. "If he
did, there is no way he would still be coming around. He wouldn't want
anything to do with me if he even guessed!"

"I don't understand," Nick burst out. "How can you be so sure?"

Listen, guys," Joe said evenly. "I'm not stupid. It's pretty obvious
to everyone, even me, that Tony would like things between us to be more
than just platonic."

Nick's eyebrows shot up, and even Noah was surprised, but he motioned
for Joe to go on.

"He calls around so often, it's as plain as pie. So when I started to
think about a `threesome', it seemed that Tony might be the best
choice. He was already a friend, and I figured we could count on his
discretion, and almost certainly be sure he would be interested. To
`test the waters', one day I tried to casually ask him about leather
sex. I can't even remember what I said, but it was along the lines of
whether he had ever tried anything to do with leather."

"And?" Nick prodded.

"He went ballistic! I've never heard anyone, even the bible bashers,
turn so nasty, or spit out so much hatred. He wasn't shouting or
anything, but really nasty; he kept saying how `that kind of thing' was
dirty and perverted. He rambled on about how anyone who let themselves be
dragged into kinky sex was just degrading themselves, and everyone they
knew. He even started to give me a lecture on the `advantages' of
`normal' sex as compared to the sickness of anyone who got into kinky
sex. And he wasn't just talking about role playing -- you know,
dominance and submission, either! As far as Tony is concerned, even the
hint of leather equals complete degeneracy. If he suspected what Richard
and I get up to, I am certain that he would drop us like hot coals, and
we'd never hear from him 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!