Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2014 08:52:44 +0000
From: Adam Stewart <stewad18@gmail.com>
Subject: My Hero Part 2

My Hero (part 2)
By Adam Stewart

Author's note: A sequel to My Hero (par1) in which Morgan makes amends.
Warning: It contains explicit m/m sex.

1.

Morgan's life became intolerable after that fateful night in the local bar
when Luc threw the incriminating photos at him and his mates picked some
up. He could still not understand what had happened. All he could remember
was waking up naked on the living room floor with his clothes strewn all
over the place and an image in his mind of having sex with a guy. Who the
guy was and where he'd met him he had no idea. All he could think was that
he'd met two guys in Merthyr Tydfil that evening during a drinking spree
and brought them back to his home in the small mining village he lived and
they'd had sex. Although only one showed in the photos, he knew there must
have been another who took the pictures.

He also knew it wasn't Marc who'd he bullied for years because of his
sexuality since the guy in the photo was much bigger. He'd known he was gay
when he and Marc were at school together but he knew his father would have
killed him had he found out and probably his mother would have too. After
his father had died in the pit accident he thought things might get easier
but his mother shacked up with a guy who was even more of a homophobe so in
no way could he ever give any indication that he was like Marc as much as
he'd wanted to over the years. Rightly or wrongly, he'd bullied Marc
because of his sexuality to hide his own and he now regretted that
terribly.

Being such a small village, the news soon got round so wherever he went he
was battered with abuse and name calling such as queer, faggot, shirt
lifter, arse licker and many more. His work mates at the mine refused to
have anything to do with him and he received veiled threats that they'd
deal with him one day. In the end he had no choice but to leave his job in
the mine. As his mother's boyfriend also worked there she soon heard about
him and gave him just as much stick. The small house he lived in had
originally belonged to his parents but when his father died his mother
moved out and shacked up with her new boyfriend in his rented cottage. Once
she heard about her son and disowned him she made it quite clear that she
was taking back the small house he lived in. As such he had no job and
nowhere to live. His only choice was to leave the village and move
somewhere else. The problem was where to go but in the end he decided like
Marc had done several weeks before to move to London.

He'd told his mother she could move back to the house in a week's time so
he packed his things in readiness for his move but first decided to visit
London to see what he could find in the way of a job and somewhere to
live. Once found, he'd return and collect his belongings. He'd only visited
London once or twice before but as soon as he arrived he knew this was
where he wanted to live. He'd done a bit of research and found which bars
were gay so having spent an unsuccessful afternoon searching for a job he
decided to go to a gay bar in Earls Court. As usual it was crammed with
guys, mostly wearing leather which turned him on. Having bought his pint of
beer he moved to one side and gazed at the guys around him. After a while
he noticed a guy, who was slightly older than his twenty one years, looking
at him. The guy smiled and Morgan smiled back. He wasn't used to picking up
guys in bars so didn't quite know what to do.

After a while, the guy made his way over to where Morgan was standing. "Hi"
he smiled and offered his hand. Morgan shook it and felt his whole body
shiver with excitement as their warm flesh touched. "Not seen you here
before" the guy said as he sipped his beer.

"First time" Morgan explained.

"Ah, and if I'm not mistaken you're from Wales"

"Yeah, a small mining village in South Wales"

"Wow and what is a gorgeous guy from a small mining village in South Wales
doing in the big smoke?"

Morgan blushed. He'd never thought of himself as gorgeous. He explained
that he was planning on moving to London so had come down to see if he
could find a job and somewhere to live. The guy gave a broad smile suddenly
realising that perhaps his luck was in. "I'm Rick and live a couple of
streets away from here."

"I'm Morgan"

"It's good to meet you Morgan; if its work you're looking for and somewhere
to live then I might be able to help you."

Morgan's eyes opened wide. "Could you?"

"Depends on what you're willing to do" Rick grinned and brushed his hand
against Morgan's crotch. He'd already noticed the bulge showing so knew the
guy was well endowed. Morgan blushed again but enjoyed Rick's flirtatious
manner.

"I'm up for anything" Morgan replied with an equally suggestive grin.

"So I can see" Rick chuckled and felt Morgan's bulge more firmly. The organ
inside immediately shifted so Rick gave it another squeeze. "Nice" he
commented as he felt its full length. Morgan's heart raced and his cock
became fully erect as Rick continued his stroking. If he carried on much
longer he'd be shooting inside his boxer shorts. "So, you want to discuss
how I might be able to help you?"

"Yeah, sure, thanks" Morgan replied excitedly.

"Okay, drink up and we'll go back to my place where we can talk".

Morgan obediently swilled down the remainder of his pint and Rick guided
him through the crowd with a hand on his shoulder. Rick was a big set guy
who was several inches taller than Morgan. He was well known in the bar so
as they made their way forward, the crowd parted for them to walk
through. Morgan enjoyed the sense of power that Rick displayed. He'd taken
an immediate liking to the guy and despite his authoritative tone he also
showed a sense of kindness. Morgan felt safe in his hands and in no way
afraid of him.

They walked just two streets away where Rick lived in an end of terrace
Victorian house. It had originally belonged to his parents but when they'd
died five years ago when he was age twenty, he moved in. The house had a
semi basement area with a ground floor that consisted of a living room
which had in years gone by been made into one from two smaller rooms. This
had French windows that led onto a small garden which was now shrubs and
paved paths. At the rear of the house there was a kitchen that extended out
the back. Upstairs there were two large bedrooms and a box room which he
used for storage, and a large bathroom. Rick loved his house and felt proud
to own such a property which was now worth a lot of money. He was an only
child and his parents had not been short of a bob or two so he now had
ample means to support himself. Even so he worked as a barman and a bouncer
at a gay bar in Charing Cross several days a week to keep busy and make a
few extra pennies.

"Shoes off" Rick instructed as they walked into the quarry tiled
hallway. Morgan obediently removed his trainers and placed them neatly
beside Rick's; a point that didn't go unnoticed by Rick which pleased
him. He led Morgan barefoot into the kitchen and instructed him to grab two
bottles of beer from the large fridge whilst he pulled out a bottle
opener. Again Morgan did so without question and removed two bottles of
brown ale. Rick removed the caps, gave one to Morgan and led him into the
living room. Once there, he indicated for Morgan to sit on a leather sofa
and he sat in a leather armchair opposite him.

"Cheers" Rick grinned as he took a swig from his bottle. He then asked
Morgan about his life in Wales and why he'd decided to move to
London. Morgan explained how he'd kept his sexuality to himself because of
the homophobic attitudes of his mates as well as his parents. He decided to
refrain from saying what he'd done to Marc over the years to maintain his
secret and held back on the photographs that had somehow been taken and
made public.

"I've got to a point where I can't keep it hidden any longer" Morgan said,
"so have decided to move right away and start a new life." Morgan nodded
having understood the situation.

"And you've no other family?"

"Nope; think my parents decided one poof was enough" Morgan chuckled. Rick
grinned as he thought how to proceed. Seeing that they'd both finished
their beers he instructed Morgan to fetch two more from the fridge and to
put their empty bottles into the bin which he'd find in the kitchen. The
instruction was authoritative but with a kind tone so Morgan immediately
obeyed soon returning with two uncapped bottles.

"Take your top off" Rick instructed, "Let's see what you look like".

Without question Morgan immediately removed his T shirt. Rick's request was
clearly an instruction and he wanted to obey; quite why he wasn't sure but
it felt the natural thing to do. For a moment Rick admired the naked torso
as Morgan continued standing before him. "Very nice; now your jeans" Rick
instructed using the same authoritative tone. Again Morgan obeyed without
raising an eyelid. He knew he wanted to please this guy so slipped off his
jeans and placed them on the sofa having carefully folded them. Rick noted
everything and gently nodded. He couldn't believe how obedient Morgan was
and he knew instinctively that he'd make a perfect submissive. He'd been a
Dom for the past five years but had never found a sub of his own. As soon
as he set eyes on this guy he had a good feeling about him.

Morgan was now standing in his boxer shorts right in front of Rick waiting
for his next instruction. Being almost naked in front of a fully clothed
guy didn't bother him but the fact that he was caused his body to react
down below. Rick smiled as he saw the cock he'd felt earlier react to the
situation. "Okay, now your boxers" he instructed. Without flinching, Morgan
slipped off his boxer shorts and placed them on the pile of clothes behind
him. His cock stood to attention but he didn't feel embarrassed one
bit. Rick told him to do a twirl and then reached out for the long thick
cock that was clearly aching for attention. Morgan stepped forward so he
could take hold of it. He watched Rick lean forward so as to take the organ
into his mouth. He gasped as he felt the hot lips surround his head. His
heart was beating fast with excitement.

Rick gave the organ several long hard sucks and licked the slit which was
beginning to ooze pre-cum. He licked round inside the foreskin and then
felt the two large balls that hung below. "You have a nice body" Rick said
once he'd finished. He indicated for Morgan to sit down which he did
without question and made no attempt to pick up his clothes.

"How do you feel being stark naked with me fully dressed?" Morgan said he
was fine about that and enjoyed being naked. "I'm a Dom and am looking for
a sub. How would you like to be my sub?"

Morgan frowned. "What would that involve?" he asked tentatively not wanting
to show his ignorance.

Rick smiled gently and explained. "You'd live here with me so I'd provide a
home for you; I'd pay for all your food, clothes and general expenses. In
return you'd look after the house, do the shopping, washing and
cleaning. If you enjoy cooking you would prepare meals although we'd
probably do that together and you'd help me look after the garden, not that
there's much to do out there. You'd also attend to my sexual needs as I
will yours and I'd expect you to look after any guests I invite here and
when necessary to attend to their sexual needs. Basically I'd be the
dominative and you the submissive. I prefer the term sub to slave since I
see it as a partnership. If you agreed then I'd give you a month's training
since there are certain rules you need to be aware of and the first three
months would be a trial period. You would be free to leave at any time but
from what I've seen so far I think you'd enjoy being my sub and I'd
certainly enjoy being your Dom. What do you say?"

"Wow" Morgan exclaimed. He'd not expected that. "Yeah, well, thanks".

"Is that a yes?" Rick grinned.

"Yes it is; thanks very much".

"Quite sure?"

"Yes, quite sure; I think I'll enjoy being your sub."

Rick beckoned Morgan over to sit on his lap. He wanted to feel the guy's
gorgeous naked body. Already he had an erection just thinking about what
he'd do with the guy. Once Morgan was sitting comfortably with Rick's hand
resting casually on his stiff cock, they discussed the logistics of
Morgan's move to London. When Rick realised he could move in immediately it
was agreed that he'd drive Morgan home the following day to collect his
belongings. Rick wanted to get him installed as soon as possible.

"Where had you planned to stay tonight?" Rick asked rather hoping that
Morgan could stay. He said he'd booked in at a cheap hotel where he'd left
his overnight bag but he didn't have to use the room.

"I could collect my bag tomorrow morning on our way."

"Excellent, in that case you will stay the night here" Rick grinned and
gently squeezed Morgan's balls. "Are you hungry?"

Morgan said he'd had something to eat before he went to the bar so he was
fine. "Can I get you something?" he asked wanting to show how willing he
was. Rick thanked him and said he was fine but he would like to go through
some of the basic rules.

"Most of the time you'll wear a leather collar. When you are wearing this
you'll know you are in submissive mode and call me Sir. When we are in the
presence of other people you will only speak when spoken to although if you
need to say something you may ask my permission to speak before doing
so. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir" Morgan replied automatically. Rick smiled to himself having noted
the obedience.  "May I ask a question sir?"

"You may but you're not wearing the collar so you don't have to ask my
permission to speak."

Morgan grinned but he rather enjoyed calling his master sir and would
probably always do so. "What would you like me to wear around the house?"

"Not boxer shorts; I detest the things so don't ever wear those again" Rick
grinned.

"I shall throw them all away" Morgan said seriously desperate to please his
master.

"I shall buy you some leather shorts you can wear during the daytime if you
wish otherwise I shall enjoy you naked as you are now; when we go out you
can wear jeans or leather trousers; we'll buy you a pair of those too; I
never wear anything beneath mine so I shall expect you to do the same. Oh,
and one other thing, I'd like your hair cropped short and to remove all
body hair including your pubes; would that be a problem for you?"

"No sir; anything you wish sir".

Rick pulled the naked body on his lap into a hug. "I can see we're going to
get on just fine". He then pulled Morgan's face to his and kissed him. It
was a passionate kiss and Morgan enjoyed it. It didn't take long for him to
feel Rick's tongue probing his mouth which he readily let in. He knew
instinctively he was going to enjoy living with Rick and being his sub.

When the kiss subsided, Rick said he'd show him round the house. Having
already seen the downstairs, Rick led him to the first floor. He showed him
the main bedroom where he'd sleep with Rick. Morgan looked at the large
king sized bed and gasped. He'd never seen such a large bed before and it
made his single bed look somewhat paltry. The other bedroom was of a
similar size and that contained a good sized double bed which he imagined
was used as a guest room. The box room was small and neatly decked out with
shelves for storing things. Morgan noticed that everywhere was very neat
and tidy as well as spotless. He just hoped he could meet Rick's high
standards.

The bathroom contained a large bath plus the other usual facilities. "The
bath is large enough for two" Rick chuckled, "I like taking a bath with a
nice young man". Morgan felt his cock jump with excitement at the thought
of sharing a bath with Rick. As they went downstairs he mentally stripped
him. He could see tufts of hair peeping above the neckline of his shirt and
guessed he was a hairy guy. He'd also noticed the large cock secreted
inside his leather trousers when seated on his lap. That too he couldn't
wait to see.

"Now, there's one more room to show you" Rick grinned as he opened a door
leading off the hallway. He led Morgan down some stairs into a basement
area. He'd noticed windows closed off with shutters at the front of the
house when they entered earlier. The windows at the back were open to the
garden although they looked onto a brick wall. "This is my playroom" Rick
explained as he switched on the lights. Morgan looked round and gasped. He
knew little about such equipment so Rick explained each one and how it was
used. First the St Andrews Cross onto which a guy could be strapped facing
either way, then there was a fuck bench over which a guy would be strapped
and fucked or whipped. In one corner there was a sling into which a guy
would again be strapped and fucked. Along one wall there was an array of
whips, floggers and spanking paddles plus an array of other sex toys. "I
don't suppose you've used any of these before" Rick smiled as Morgan took
everything in.

"No sir"

"And how do you feel about being strapped down so you're at the mercy of
whoever is servicing you?"

"I think I shall enjoy that sir"

"And being spanked?"

"And that sir"

"Good because I shall expect you to take part in such activities either
with me or my guests but be assured I shall always make sure you're not
exposed to brutish behaviour or being exposed to anything you don't feel
comfortable with so you must tell me whenever you want the activity to
stop. We shall agree a safe word and once you say that word the activity
will stop. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir". The safe word he chose was Luc which he decided
was somewhat ironic.

"How about we have a little bit of fun then; you up for that?"

Morgan grinned seeing that his cock was already waving its agreement so
Rick bent him over the fuck bench, opened his arms and legs wide apart and
shackled them. He couldn't wait to try out the beautiful arse now on show
so he quickly stripped off and picked up a spanking paddle which he knew
would not be too hard to start things off. Most Dom's preferred to wear
their leather chaps and harness when having sex but he'd always preferred
being naked except when with other Doms. He moved up to Morgan's butt and
gently ran his hand over the naked flesh. His cock twitched with excitement
as he ran a finger along Morgan's crack.

"I'm going to give you a few strokes of the paddle first; are you ready?

"Yes sir"

Rick lined up the paddle to the exposed arse and gently smacked it. Morgan
groaned lightly rather enjoying the sensation. Rick then slowly increased
the pace and the strength of each strike and was surprised at how much
Morgan could take. His butt was glowing nicely. "Yeah, beautiful" he
whispered to himself. When each buttock was a rosy red he squirted some
lubricant into Morgan's hole. He then slipped in two fingers and Morgan
whimpered enjoying the feel of his arse being probed. He wanted to show his
approval but wasn't sure if he was allowed to talk so said nothing. Having
lubricated his shaft, Rick lined the head of his enormous cock up to the
open hole. He gently pushed the head up against it telling Morgan to relax
as the head moved inside him. It was soon in and it felt wonderful. He
pushed more until the whole of the thick shaft was fully embedded inside of
the beautiful arse. "Fuck, that feels so good; you've got a beautiful arse
to fuck boy".

"Thank you sir"

Rick thrust back and forth gently slapping the bare buttocks with his hand
as he did so. Morgan groaned with pleasure as the big cock filled him
up. "You like my big cock up your arse don't you boy".

"Yes sir; please fuck me sir"

Rick smiled. This guy was going to be the perfect sub. Rick lost all sense
of time as he continued fucking. He'd not fucked such a beautiful arse for
a long time. One thing he was good at was keeping his cock hard and fucking
for a long time before his body eventually took over and he had to spill
his load. As he fucked, he knew that was precisely what he wanted and
needed to do. As he did so, he reached round to take hold of Morgan's cock
which he was pleased to feel was still rock hard. He'd tied him to the
bench so he could still have access to it since he wanted to pleasure him
as much as himself. He spat in his hand and used it as lubricant over the
head of Morgan's cock. He groaned with pleasure at the feel of his cock
being massaged. Having a cock up his arse and a hand round his was
something he'd never imagined would be so wonderful. The action continued
for what seemed like ages but he was more than happy even though he
couldn't move his hands or his feet. He suddenly sensed Rick's body tense
and he guessed what was going to happen. As it did so, he felt his cock
being massaged more quickly and by the time Rick was spilling his load of
hot cum inside him, he was spilling his over the floor.

When they were both finished, Rick leaned over and kissed Morgan's neck. It
was the most sensitive and beautiful kiss he'd ever had from
anyone. Finally he felt his restraints being removed and Rick gently
lifting him up. He turned him round and kissed him.

"That was beautiful; I hope it was for you too"

"Yes sir, it was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me".

Rick grinned. "Good because you'll receive many more either from me or
other guys I give permission to fuck you."

"I am all yours sir so use me as you wish"

"Don't worry boy, I will" Rick chuckled hardly believing his luck at
finding such a perfect submissive.

At Morgan's request, Rick then showed him the other sex toys
available. There were several dildos, prostate agitators and butt
plugs. "Every so often I shall fit one of these into your arse and expect
you to wear it all day long" Rick giggled as he picked up a particularly
large butt plug. Morgan said he couldn't wait although Rick doubted that
once he had it inside him. He then took Morgan back upstairs and pulled out
a black leather collar from a drawer. He placed it round Morgan's neck and
stood him in front of a mirror. "How does that feel?"

"I like it sir; is this the one I shall be wearing?"

"Yes, during your training period but once I feel you've reached the grade
I shall change it for this." He then pulled out a beautiful red suede
collar. Morgan lightly fingered it and imagined that round his neck. He
definitely wanted to earn that so would work hard to please his master.

"Right, time for bed young man" Rick suddenly announced and gave Morgan's
naked butt a gentle slap. He then wrapped him into his arms and hugged him
against his own naked body. They both sighed as their naked flesh
touched. Rick then removed the leather collar from Morgan saying that at
night he was not in submissive mode although he had a strong feeling that
this guy enjoyed being dominated at all times.

Once in bed, Rick wrapped Morgan into his arms and they kissed. It was
gentle and passionate. He turned Morgan over and pulled his naked butt up
close to him. With an arm round his waist they slowly fell into a deep
sleep. Morgan had never felt so safe in his whole life despite always
appearing to be the strong one when bullying Marc.


2.

The following morning after they'd had breakfast, they made their way to
the cheap hotel to collect Morgan's overnight bag. Once back in the car
they set about the long journey to South Wales.

"Have you got anything on beneath your jeans?" Rick asked when they were on
an open road.

"No sir, I threw my boxer shorts in the bin"

"Good for you, now unfasten your jeans so I can have a feel". Morgan obeyed
and unbuttoned them so that Rick could slip a hand inside as he drove
along; Morgan's cock immediately reacted. "Now drop them round your ankles
and slip off your T shirt". Morgan duly obeyed and his erection sprang to
life. Rick spit into his hand and gently massaged the big organ. He didn't
want to bring him off but he wanted to keep him on the brink. He was good
at doing that to guys and knew precisely how far to go. When he reached
that point he told Morgan to unfasten his own leather trousers. "Pull my
cock out, bend over and suck it" he commanded.

"Yes sir" Morgan did as instructed and took the big thick hard organ into
his mouth. Rick pushed his head down forcing the cock to the back of his
throat. Rick told him to relax his throat which he did. He then felt the
big head forcing its way through. Rick then pulled his head up and down to
mouth fuck his sub. He hadn't intended on spilling his load but it felt so
good that he allowed his body to take over.

"Fuck" he cried as his hot cum spilled down Morgan's throat. His body
jerked several times but Morgan held on fast not letting the cock slip from
his mouth until his master told him. When Rick was finally spent he told
Morgan to lick his slit to clean him up. "Fuck, that was good; in fact you
were good."

"Thank you sir" Morgan said in between more licks. When he was satisfied
that his master was clean he tucked the now limp organ back into Rick's
trousers and buttoned him up whilst Rick kept his eye on the road.

"You did well boy; I shall reward you later"

"Thank you sir"

Morgan spent the rest of the journey with his jeans round his ankles so
that Rick could give him a feel every so often. He loved the excitement of
it all and had no doubts about moving in with his master.


When they reached Morgan's village he directed Rick to the back alleyway so
that he could reverse the car up to the old bake house. He unlocked the
door and they made their way inside. Rick was shocked at the smallness of
the house and realised how lucky he was to live in his. They collected
Morgan's things from his room and took them down to the kitchen. Rick was
also impressed at how clean and tidy everything was. Just before they were
about to leave Morgan stopped.

"Would you fuck me sir? I'd like to have one fuck here before we leave."
Rick smiled and gently undressed his sub. He then dropped his trousers and
using the lube he always carried with him lubricated Morgan's arse. It was
a gentle passionate fuck and as he did so he heard Morgan say "fuck them
all". He guessed who he was referring to and couldn't blame him. He'd had a
shitty existence in this place and he intended making life much better for
him. When he was done, he pulled out and kissed the back of Morgan's
neck. "Thank you sir" Morgan said as he dressed.


The journey back seemed to be shorter than going despite having stopped for
some lunch on the way. Once home, Rick made space for Morgan's things and
he at last felt his new life had begun. He still couldn't believe it was
all happening but no doubt one day reality would sink in.


The next day Rick took Morgan clothes shopping. He bought him a pair of
leather trousers for wearing to clubs and bars plus a pair of tight sexy
leather shorts to wear round the house and when guests came. Since he'd
noticed his general clothes were sparse he bought him new jeans and T
shirts. Morgan was overjoyed and thanked him profusely. Rick was touched
and decided he'd definitely made the right choice.

Over the next few weeks, Rick trained his sub and went through things like
how he should stand or kneel beside him when in sub mode and when guests
were present. Morgan was a quick learner and Rick was pleased with the way
he progressed. He also gave him the chance to use all the equipment down in
the basement and Morgan loved it, especially the sling. Rick was especially
pleased to see how organised Morgan was when it came to looking after
household matters. He produced a list of daily and weekly jobs and made
sure each was done.

He kept the place spotless just like it always had been and he experimented
with new dishes for their meals. When he'd been on his own he'd never taken
much interest in cooking but now he had someone who loved his food and
appreciated what he did, he enjoyed his time in the kitchen. When the
weather was fine they spent time in the garden together and Rick taught him
all about plants showing him which were weeds and which were new shoots
coming up. His backyard in Wales didn't have any flower beds so he had
little knowledge but he soon became interested.

At the end of their first month together, Rick said Morgan was ready to go
out with him. He wanted to take him to a private gay leather club where
guys had sex. "This will be your initiation" Rick smiled, "and once you're
my official sub I shall place the red suede collar round your neck". Morgan
couldn't wait for that to happen and was determined to pass his initiation
process with flying colours even though he had no idea what it would
involve.

A few days before their trip to the private leather club, Rick took Morgan
to have his hair cropped. He knew a guy who was a gay hairdresser who for a
while Rick thought might be a suitable sub but he was too independent so
they decided to stop the training. Even so, Terry was a pleasant guy and
always willing to help. He especially looked forward to meeting the new sub
since Rick has also asked him to shave Morgan's body hair.

He started by cropping Morgan's hair and once done, Morgan rather liked the
effect. Terry then told him to strip off and lay on the bed so he could
shave his body hair. Using clippers to first remove the hair on his chest
he then set to work on the pubic region. He finished off with a razor and
told Morgan that he'd have to do this every week to avoid stubble
growing. "It gets very uncomfortable in the pubic region otherwise" Terry
grinned. Rick said they'd make it a weekly ritual which rather appealed to
Morgan.

Once devoid of all his body hair, Morgan stood in front of a mirror. He
decided he liked the effect since it made him look so different. It was the
final change on the road to his new life.

On the afternoon of his initiation, Rick fitted Morgan with a butt
plug. "This will get you nicely opened up" he chucked as he slipped it
in. Morgan felt the fullness inside him and was conscious of it for a while
whilst he continued his chores but as time wore on he got used to it.

Finally it was time to leave. Morgan had butterflies in his stomach since
this would be the first time he'd been seen by others as his master's
submissive and certainly the first time he'd ever been publicly naked. Once
inside the club and in the changing room, Rick took Morgan into his arms.

"Are you quite sure you want to do this?" he asked gently.

"Yes sir; I want to show you I'm worthy of being your sub".

Rick was touched and lightly kissed him on the lips. "You're more than
worthy of that Morgan; whatever happens tonight I shall be fitting the red
collar on you; you've learned well and I'm proud of you." Morgan felt tears
form in his eyes. He'd never ever been told he was worthy or that someone
was proud of him. His father had always despised him and had frequently
shown his displeasure.

Once fully naked, Rick fitted the thick chain round Morgan's neck and led
him into the club. He'd worn his leather chaps so his naked butt was on
show for all to see. As Rick led Morgan into the club with his head down
and his eyes looking at the floor, the twenty or so guys turned and gasped
at the gorgeous young guy before them. Rick bent him over the fuck bench
and used his flogger across his naked butt. Morgan flinched slightly as the
leather thongs stung him but he was used to them now and secretly enjoyed
being given this treatment. Soon his butt was glowing with heat and Rick
stopped. He'd already prepared Morgan's arse with lube so it was ready and
waiting. Rick unfastened his chaps and his large cock hung out ready and
waiting to be used. With one thrust he slipped it inside Morgan and began
to fuck.

Morgan could hear comments from those gathered round and could almost sense
their mouths dribbling with anticipation of when it would be their turn to
fuck this gorgeous guy. When Rick had finished, another guy took over. The
action continued until everybody except one had fucked him. There was then
a pause and Morgan sensed the remaining guy was unsure whether or not to
have his fuck but the other guys were urging him on. Finally the guy fucked
but it was far gentler than the others. Morgan was itching to see who it
was but his head was facing down to the floor so he couldn't see.

As soon as the fucking had finished, Rick stood him up and put an arm round
him. "Well done boy, you're now officially my sub" he said as he removed
the chain and replaced it with the red suede collar that Morgan had dreamt
of having fitted round his neck. Keeping his head down and his eyes fixed
on the floor he touched the new collar with his fingers. It felt soft; much
softer than the black leather one he'd worn up to now, and it sent a thrill
through his body. Rick then led him into another room and strapped him onto
the St Andrews Cross. His cock was already excited and Rick knelt down
immediately to give it a suck.

As usual, Rick brought him to the brink several times before finally
allowing him to shoot his load. Rick drank every drop before he stood up
and kissed his sub on the lips. For the first time since coming into the
club, Morgan looked up and saw a face he recognised standing just a few
feet away and looking at him. For a moment he didn't know what to say. His
mind flashed back to all the things he'd done to Marc and he felt ashamed.

"Please sir" Morgan called to Rick just as he was moving away, "May I speak
sir?" Rick nodded and walked back to where Morgan was still tied up. He
whispered to Rick that there was someone present who he'd known back home
and who he'd treated badly. "I'd like to ask Marc for his forgiveness sir;
may I do that?"

Rick nodded and turned round, "My boy would like a word with you Marc". For
a moment Marc was stunned at the request. He looked over at Morgan who'd
now been released from the St Andrews Cross.

For a moment they just looked at each other, neither too sure what to say
before Morgan moved forward towards Marc. "I know you probably want to tell
me to fuck off Marc but I'd really like to talk to you; I want to apologise
for the terrible way I treated you." Marc processed what Morgan had said
and noticed tears in his eyes. He knew in his heart that there was some
reason why Morgan had bullied him and done such terrible things to him over
the years and he wanted to know why.

"Okay" Marc replied. Ashley had now put an arm round his shoulders and Rick
had done the same to his sub. Sensing the strain between the two young
guys, Rick suggested that perhaps Marc would like to come to their house
one day so he and Morgan could talk.

"I don't think this is the place for such a conversation do you?" Marc
nodded and agreed. They arranged for Marc to visit Rick's house in Earls
Court the following afternoon.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Ashley asked Marc as he
was about to leave. Marc said he was and felt it was best he saw Morgan on
his own. He no longer feared the guy or what he might do to him. In fact
he'd hardly recognised Morgan. He not only looked different but his whole
demeanour was nothing like he used to be.

Some thirty minutes later Marc had found the house where Rick and Morgan
lived. He gasped at the size of it compared to the small flat he and Ashley
shared with Bret and Clayton above the gay bookshop in Bloomsbury. He rang
the bell and waited. A minute later the door opened and Morgan ushered him
inside. "Thanks for coming Marc; I wasn't sure if you would".

"I always do what I promise" Marc replied as he followed Morgan into the
living room admiring his butt inside his sexy leather shorts. Once there
Rick welcomed him before leaving them on their own.

"Can I get you a tea or would you prefer something stronger?"

Marc thought for a moment. He felt like something stronger than tea. "Could
I have a whisky? I know it's early but think I may need it" Marc
grinned. Morgan smiled and prepared two drinks. As he gave Marc his, their
hands touched. It sent a shiver of excitement through both of them. Morgan
sat opposite Marc and they looked at each other whilst they sipped their
drink. Marc couldn't believe this was the same guy he'd known for so many
years. Morgan had rehearsed over and over what he was going to say but now
Marc was sitting there his heart raced and for a moment he couldn't
speak. He took another sip of his drink hoping his mind would get into
gear.

"So, what did you want to say?" Marc asked sensing Morgan's discomfort.

"I'm so sorry Marc" he blurted out, "I know I was a complete bastard and
treated you badly."

"You were and you did, ever since our school days but what I want to know
is why."

Morgan knew it was a reasonable question so put his drink down, clasped his
hands together and started speaking. He explained how his father treated
him, frequently using his belt on him. "Like you Marc I knew I was gay from
an early age but you know what the community we lived in was like. If my
father had found out he'd have killed me. When he realised you were gay,
although he used the term faggot, he said people like us should be hung up
by our balls and shot. I had to keep my true feelings a secret."

He went on to explain that Luc felt the same way and goaded him on to do
and say many of the things he said and did. "He hated gays but never had
the guts to say or do anything himself. I envied you Marc, in fact I was
jealous. You realised people knew you were gay and didn't care what they
thought. Even when I bullied you to hide my own sexuality you didn't
bother. You just took it on the chin. I admired you for that. Still do for
that matter. When you announced you were going to college after we left
school I was so jealous. I even muted the idea of me doing the same with my
father but he beat me and forced me down the mine. He said only poofs like
you didn't go down the pit. I had no choice. If I hadn't, he'd have
uncovered my secret and probably killed me."

"I doubt that" Marc intervened.

"You didn't really know my father; he was a total bastard and my mother
supported him so I had no choice. Once down the mine I had to keep up the
pretence. You've no idea what it's like down there Marc. If your mates
don't like you for whatever reason you can guarantee that some bastard will
find a way to cause an accident to maim you or even kill you."

"You could have left home"

"What at age sixteen with no money and no skills"

"Why the fuck didn't you say something to me? I would have kept your
secret."

"I've asked myself that question over and over again but I was young and
ignorant. As time went on I got deeper and deeper. When my father died I
thought perhaps things would improve but then my mother shacked up with
another bastard; in fact he was worse and being a weak bugger I took the
easy way out. Can you understand that Marc?"

Marc nodded. He was beginning to understand Morgan's predicament.

"I'm so sorry Marc, I really am. If you never want to speak to me again I
wouldn't blame you."

"So what changed? Why did you leave and come to London?" Marc asked
although he knew the answer.

Morgan thought for a moment wondering whether he should explain what
happened but eventually he did. "I still don't really know what
happened. All I can think is that I went on a drinking spree, picked up two
guys, took them home where we had sex whilst one took pictures. I don't
even remember receiving them but somehow Luc found them and threw them at
me in the bar. I wouldn't put it past him to have set me up. I've often had
the feeling he knew my secret."

Marc said nothing knowing what actually happened. He felt sorry for Morgan.

"Do you forgive me? Please Marc, I need to know."

Marc stood up and for a moment Morgan thought he was going to leave so he
stood too. Instead Marc pulled his half naked body into a hug and kissed
him. "Yes, I forgive you but I so wish you'd been honest with me." Morgan
nodded and burst into tears. Marc hugged him tighter and rubbed his back
until he'd calmed down.

"So tell me about Rick and you being his submissive."

Morgan explained how they'd met and how much he loved being his sub. "He's
such a kind guy; he's my hero because without him I'm not sure what I'd
have done". Marc smiled to himself because it was what he called Ashley.

They left as good friends and Marc promised to visit again soon.


3.

Marc and Morgan became close friends and frequently met up, either at the
house in Earls Court or out somewhere. Marc and Ashley also often went to
the theatre or concerts with Rick and Morgan and socialised together. They
never had sex but they enjoyed each other's company. Once Marc had
explained to Ashley why Morgan had treated him so badly over the years,
even Ashley felt sorry for Morgan and forgave him although he never let on
that he was the person who set him up and caused his move to London. "I did
the guy a favour really" Ashley chuckled.


Over the next four years they all enjoyed life. They worked hard and played
hard. The gay bookshop went from strength to strength and Ashley and Marc's
photographic business continued to do well. Marc continued to paint and
even persuaded Morgan and Rick to pose for him with Morgan in submissive
mode and Rick as the Dom. In addition to his work at the clinic, Clayton
also continued his campaigns as an activist and regularly involved the
other three guys in the house to join him on rallies protesting at some
injustice or other to do with gay equality.

Rick and Morgan's love for each other grew stronger. Morgan loved being
Rick's sub and never tired of standing or kneeling beside him when they had
guests or went to visit other Doms. Rick regularly invited Doms and their
subs to use his basement facilities and the subs would be shackled to the
various pieces of equipment and fucked by the Doms before servicing
them. Morgan loved such sessions and never tired of them.


They had all read about the virus that was decimating the gay community in
America but nobody thought it would affect them. Even when they heard that
some gays in the UK had been affected they thought little of it. They were
all fully healthy guys so didn't give it a second thought.

Then one day, Clayton noticed that Bret was losing weight and off his
food. Bret said it was nothing and that he'd probably picked up a flu
bug. As the days went into weeks and there was no sign of improvement
Clayton tried to persuade him to see the doctor but Bret was an obstinate
bugger. He hated going to the doctor and hated hospitals even more. This
was mainly due to the fact that in his view the doctors had failed his
mother several years before and she died. His father had always been
useless and had become an alcoholic after the loss of his wife. Bret lost
contact with the man so had no idea where he now lived or even whether he
was still alive. He'd never come out to his parents because he knew they
wouldn't have understood.

As the weeks passed Clayton became more and more concerned. He knew
something was radically wrong but he could still not persuade his boyfriend
to see a doctor. Eventually it was Marc who managed to do so. One morning
whilst he and Bret were working in the bookshop, Bret almost collapsed. In
fact he would have done had Marc not caught him.

"I know you hate doctors and hospitals Bret but please do this for us; we
all love you and know something is wrong." Bret was too weak to argue so
agreed. Marc called Clayton at the clinic and he came home immediately. By
that time Marc had closed the shop and got Bret upstairs. They grabbed a
cab and took him straight to the nearest hospital.

Having waited for what seemed like hours, Bret was eventually called in to
see a doctor. All the while he'd been muttering that it was a waste of time
but Marc and Clayton stood firm. Marc had called Ashley from a payphone at
the hospital so he too was now with them. Clayton had a good idea what was
wrong with Bret and was extremely worried but said nothing to the
others. After another hour or so, a young doctor came into where the three
of them were waiting. His face confirmed what Clayton had feared.

"You need to contact his family" the doctor started saying.

"He doesn't have any family" Clayton explained, "He's an only child and his
parents are no longer with us but I'm his boyfriend and we've been living
together for the past nine years."

"We all four live together" Marc added, "and we're all his family; we look
after each other."

The doctor looked at them for a moment as he considered what to do. "Come
with me" he finally said and led the three guys into another room. Once
they'd all sat down he gave them the news. "I'm sorry to have to tell you
that Bret has the AIDS virus; as you probably know it is virulent and at
present we have little to give him apart from making him comfortable. Some
people fight it but most are not able to since it attacks the immune system
so he's open to all kinds of infection. In his case he's already very weak
so we need to keep him in. I'm sorry."

The three guys sat looking at the doctor and said nothing for several
moments whilst the information sank in. Marc felt tears form in his eyes
and he looked at Ashley who immediately held his hand. They both looked at
Clayton who just sat there.

"Can we see him?" Marc eventually asked. The doctor nodded but said they
should go in one at a time and must wear masks and gowns to protect Bret
from further infection.

"Is there any hope of recovery?" Clayton whispered as the tears ran down
his face.

"Difficult to say" the doctor gently replied, "Had it been caught earlier
then he'd have had a better chance but from what he's told me he's been ill
for several weeks."

"Yes, he's an obstinate bugger" Clayton said, "Stems from his mother's
death several years ago when he lost faith in the medical profession." The
doctor nodded and led them along to where Bret was now being cared for. He
was in a room on his own which had an anteroom. The doctor handed them over
to the nurse who was looking after Bret and smiled weakly at them before
leaving.

The other two told Clayton to go in and see Bret first so when he'd dressed
into a gown and mask the nurse showed him in. He was shocked at what he
saw. The guy he loved was in bed with tubes coming out of him and an oxygen
mask nearby should he need it.

"Don't stay long and tire him" the nurse said as she left them.

"Is this some new fetish gear?" Bret grinned as he looked at his
boyfriend. Clayton smiled as he sat down beside him.

"Yeah, very fetching don't you think" he grinned and then added, "You've
worried all of us like hell you know".

"Sorry love" Bret replied as he squeezed Clayton's hand. "Has the doctor
told you that you guys should get tested immediately just in case any of
you have got it too?" Clayton nodded although he'd hardly taken in what the
doctor had said but he knew they'd all have to do so.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit; I'm sorry my love; god knows where I've picked it up
from". Clayton nodded but he knew their lifestyle involved having sex with
all and sundry. It always had so this virus could have come from
anywhere. All they could now do was take more care.

They sat and chatted for almost half an hour. Bret seemed more worried
about the shop than his illness but Clayton assured him that he and Marc
would keep things going in his absence.

"Fuck knows how long they'll keep me in here" Bret grinned.

"Until you're better" Clayton replied but in reality he knew that the
chances of that were fairly slim. "The other guys want to see you and we're
only allowed to come in one at a time my love but I'll come back this
evening during visiting hours. Anything you want?"

Bret smiled as he squeezed Clayton's hand and said he'd love a book to
read. "Oh, and if you can slip in a bottle of whiskey, that'd be
good". Clayton grinned. He could see that Bret was not going to be an easy
patient. Eventually he stood up and kissed Bret's hand having raised the
mask from his face. He so wanted to kiss him on the lips but knew that was
probably not a good idea for the moment. He went outside and Marc said he'd
go in next for a few minutes.

"Hi gorgeous" Bret said once Marc entered the room dressed in his gown and
mask. "I like the party gear" he added grinning. Marc sat down and felt
tears falling down his face. The sight of his friend lying there with tubes
coming out of him was all too much. "Don't cry; I need you to be strong and
look after Clayton because things could get a lot worse before they get
better." Marc nodded and squeezed Bret's hand. He wasn't good at dealing
with illness. He never had been.

After about fifteen minutes, Marc left and Ashley took his place. He too
was shocked at the sight of Bret but held himself together. "Now don't
worry about the shop; the three of us will look after things; you just
concentrate on getting better" Ashley told him. Bret nodded and smiled. He
was so lucky to have these guys to love and look after him.

Finally Ashley left Bret and said they'd take it in turns to visit him as
the hospital had strict visiting times during the afternoon and
evening. When they'd left Bret's room Clayton asked the nurse where they
needed to go to get tested. She gave them directions so they made their
way. The doctor had given him a slip of paper explaining that a sexual
partner had AIDS so they all needed to have their blood tested for the
virus. Once they'd had samples taken they were told to come back in several
days since it took that time to do the tests. They made their way home in
silence each wondering what the results would show and what was going to
happen to the guy they all loved.

"We've got to think positive guys" Clayton told them once they'd got
home. They gave each other a hug and cried.


Over the next few days they took it in turns to visit Bret every afternoon
and evening. Clayton went with Marc during one visiting period and with
Ashley the other. For a while, Bret seemed to remain stable and everyone
was hopeful. Their own tests all came back as negative so that was a big
relief but they all decreed that they'd only have sex between themselves
and not have it with any other guys. They could have used condoms but none
of them wanted to do that. In their minds they were only used by straight
guys to stop pregnancies, not as a means of avoiding catching a sexual
disease. During those days they did as much research as they could on AIDS
and Clayton obtained leaflets about it that he'd managed to get hold of
from his clinical friends. The material didn't boost their confidence and
if anything made them feel worse but as Clayton told them "what has
happened has happened and we can't turn the clock back".

Morgan and Rick carried on as normal despite having heard about Bret. Like
most guys they took the view it wouldn't happen to them. Besides, they
loved sex too much to stop having it with whatever guy they fancied and was
willing.


It was almost six weeks to the day after Bret was first admitted to
hospital that he took a turn for the worst. For a couple of days during
that period he'd been allowed home but he soon had to go back into hospital
again. When Clayton went in to see him one afternoon, he was shocked to see
the deterioration. He looked frail and his face had now taken on a sunken
look about it. He smiled weakly at Clayton but he could tell that the guy
he loved was struggling. He took hold of his hand and kissed it having
lifted his mask. He hated having to wear the damn thing but he knew it was
for Bret's benefit.

He chatted about the shop saying that regular customers sent their best
wishes and that between the three of them they were keeping the place open
each day. He'd brought another book for Bret to read and placed it on the
cabinet beside his bed but Bret hardly looked at it. Somehow he kept the
tears from flowing since he knew that wouldn't help but it was like hell to
do so. After about twenty minutes seeing that Bret kept closing his eyes,
he said he'd leave and send Marc in who was waiting patiently outside. When
he stood up he lifted his mask and bent over Bret. He kissed him lightly on
the lips and said "I love you so much". Bret smiled weakly and managed to
squeeze his hand but even that was very weak.

When he rejoined Marc he told him what to expect. "Try and keep it together
just for his sake" Clayton whispered as Marc slipped on the gown and his
mask. Ten minutes later Marc re-appeared saying that Bret had closed his
eyes clearly tired. Once he'd removed his gown and mask, he fell into
Clayton's arms. They both let their tears flow knowing that the end was
near.

That evening a similar scenario took place with Ashley and Clayton. As they
left both knew that Bret was unlikely to survive.

He in fact managed to hang on for another ten days until Clayton received
that fateful call from the hospital to say that Bret had slipped away early
that morning. The three of them hugged and cried. Life was going to be so
different without Bret. Each time Clayton had left him during those ten
days he'd kissed him on the lips and told him that he loved him so much. At
least he'd passed away knowing that.


4.

The funeral took place several days later and the guys were amazed at the
number of people who attended. They had no idea that so many people had
known Bret. When they finally got back home they sat down and looked at
each other.

"What the fuck am I going to do without him?" Clayton exclaimed as tears
flooded down his face. Marc jumped up and put his arms round him.

"We do what we've always done and look after each other" he told Clayton as
he kissed him.

"Yeah, Marc's right; we're here for you Clayton whenever you need us."

Clayton nodded but it seemed as if the bottom had fallen out of his
life. Over the next few weeks he operated on auto pilot. Everything he did
and everywhere he looked reminded him of the guy he'd loved so much but
with the support of the other two guys he got through.


"We need to decide what to do with the bookshop" he said one evening whilst
they ate their evening meal.

"You're surely not thinking of closing it" Ashley exclaimed, "It was Bret's
pride and joy".

"I know but if we keep it open we need to work out how; I don't want to
give up my job at the clinic."

"Perhaps we can work out a shift rota between the three of us" Marc
suggested although he knew both he and Ashley had plenty of work on their
plate already.

Clayton thought for a moment. He knew it would have broken Bret's heart if
the bookshop was closed but in reality he couldn't see how they could
continue running it. "Okay, we'll try it for a while to see how we get on;
the problem is that it doesn't generate enough profit to employ someone."
With that agreed they continued their meal in silence.


Over the next couple of months they did manage to keep the shop open most
days although there were times when it had to be closed because none of
them were available.

It was during Marc's shift in the shop some two months later when he
received a call from Morgan. He could tell he'd been crying and was very
upset. "What's wrong Morgan?"

"It's Rick, he's been admitted to hospital; he's very ill and they won't
let me see him because I'm not family."

"Do you know what's wrong with him?"

"They won't tell me; just keep on saying they can only tell family but I've
tried to explain he doesn't have any family."

"Fucking hospitals; where are you?"

"At the hospital"

"Do you want me to come over?"

"Oh please Marc would you; I don't know what to do."

Marc said he'd be there as soon as he could. Fortunately Clayton had just
returned home from the clinic and he knew Ashley was working in their
studio above the flat. As soon as he'd put the phone down, he called the
flat. Clayton answered and when he heard what had happened he said he'd
come straight down. A few minutes later both Clayton and Ashley went down
to the shop. Clayton suggested that he go with Marc since he knew who to
speak to when it came to the medical fraternity so Ashley said he'd look
after the shop. Fortunately it was mid afternoon so it would soon be
closing time in any event. Ashley hailed a cab to save waiting for public
transport. Bret's car had been sold since none of the others could drive
and were not interested in doing so. They found Marc sitting in a corridor
just outside the ward where Rick had been admitted. As soon as he saw Marc
he rushed up and threw his arms round him. Tears flooded down his face and
it took several minutes for Clayton to find out what had happened.

"He's not been feeling well for two weeks or more but wouldn't go to the
doctor. I'm scared, what if he's got, you know, what Bret had."

Marc and Clayton tried to pacify him saying there was no point in
speculating until they knew the facts. "But the bastards won't talk to me"
Morgan wailed. Clayton put his arm round him and held him tight. He knew
exactly how Morgan was feeling because he'd been through the same scenario.

"And you say Rick's parents are both dead and he doesn't have any brothers
or sisters" Clayton clarified. Morgan nodded saying he had no family
whatsoever. Clayton felt like exploding at the medical profession. He'd
been campaigning for same sex couples to be recognised as next of kin for a
long time but still the establishment wouldn't listen. "You guys stay here
and I'll see what I can do" he eventually told them. Despite knowing what
Morgan had done to Marc over the years he felt sorry for him. Besides, once
Marc had told him and Bret about how Morgan's father treated him and being
forced down the mine, he'd forgiven him like the others had done. Basically
he was a nice guy but weak and he wanted to help him as much as he could.

He decided to ignore the matron who'd told Morgan in very plain terms that
he could not be given any information about Rick despite knowing they were
boyfriends. He guessed that the woman was a homophobe like so many in the
profession. Instead he went to see the consultant in charge.

"I appreciate the problem but the hospital rules are quite clear; only
family can be told about a patient's condition but his boyfriend is welcome
to visit him during visiting hours."

"The guy doesn't have any family; both his parents are dead and he has no
brothers or sisters; so you think it's right for a patient to die alone
without having the guy he loves and who he's been living with for the past
four years beside him"

"What makes you say he's going to die?"

"Come off it; I know enough about medical procedures; the fact that he's
been isolated in a room on his own and the fact that he's gay, it doesn't
take much working out what's wrong with him in view of the AIDS epidemic
that's now killing off people like me almost daily."

The doctor looked at Clayton. He too felt the hospital rules were wrong in
such cases. "You're right, come with me."

The doctor led Clayton back to the ward and asked him to wait for a moment
whilst he spoke to the matron. A few minutes later he appeared again and
ushered Clayton and Morgan into a small room. "I've agreed with matron that
you Morgan can be with your boyfriend and that your friend Clayton can
accompany you but before I take you in you need to know the situation. As
you've correctly identified Clayton, Rick does have the AIDS
virus. Unfortunately it has taken hold very quickly and his liver function
is rapidly failing. In addition one of his lungs has collapsed and he has
an infection in the other one. To be blunt, there is little we can do for
him. As you know the AIDS virus attacks the immune system and his has
reached rock bottom so he's not able to fight anything."

"How long has he got?" Clayton asked as he held Morgan's hand.

The doctor grimaced, "A week, possibly two; I'm sorry I can't be more
positive but that's the situation."

"Can I see him?" Morgan whispered.

"Of course; in fact I've told matron that you can stay with him as long as
you wish; in fact you both can."

"Thank you doctor, I appreciate your assistance" Clayton said as they stood
up and the doctor led them along to Rick's room. As they passed Marc who
was still sitting there, Clayton asked him to hang on for a moment.

When Morgan saw the man he loved he cried. The doctor closed the door
behind him and went on his way. He too felt so sorry for these guys who
were going through such a terrible time and it made him angry that the
hospital authorities couldn't modernise their rules and show more feeling
in such cases.

Morgan sat down beside Rick and took hold of his hand. Rick had drips and
tubes attached to both arms and he was wearing an oxygen mask. His eyes
were closed so he wasn't sure whether or not he knew that the man he loved
was sitting beside him. "Will he know I'm here?" Morgan asked Clayton with
tears running down his face.

"Just hold his hand and gently squeeze it; I'm sure he'll know it's you."

After a few minutes, Clayton stood up. "You're not going to leave me are
you?" Morgan wailed and grabbed hold of Clayton's hand.

"No, just need to update Marc with what's going on and I'll be back."
Morgan nodded and released his hand so Clayton quickly went outside to see
Marc. Once he'd given him the news Marc nodded. He too had guessed it was
AIDS.

"How's Morgan coping?"

"Not good but what can you expect; I know exactly what he's going through;
he wants me to stay with him so I've said I will."

"Are you sure? I don't mind if you want to go home." Clayton kissed him
despite other people being around and said the doctor had agreed that he
could stay with Morgan.

"You go home and if you want, you and Ashley can come at visiting time this
evening." With that agreed, Marc made his way home and left Clayton to
return to Rick's room. Once in there, Morgan stood up and fell into his
arms. As Clayton held him he had a peculiar feeling rush through his
body. For some reason there was a connection between them and he knew then
that he needed and wanted to do all he could for Morgan.


Marc and Ashley did visit that evening and were shocked to see how weak
Rick was. His cheeks had hollowed and his eyes seemed to have sunk back
into their sockets. There were odd moments when he opened them and he
immediately looked at Morgan who gently squeezed his hand. Rick wasn't able
to eat or drink normally so he'd been fitted with an intravenous
tube. Morgan wouldn't leave his bedside except when he needed the toilet so
Clayton went to the hospital canteen and bought sandwiches and drinks for
him. Clayton rushed home to shower and change his clothes whilst Marc and
Ashley visited but otherwise he too sat beside Rick and watched him slowly
slip away.

He in fact lasted for just on a week before he stopped breathing early one
morning. Morgan had nodded off so Clayton gently shook him to wake up. "I'm
sorry my love, he's gone" Clayton said gently. Even he had tears running
down his face and once Morgan had taken in the news he was in floods of
tears. All they could do was hug each other. As they did so Clayton rang
the bell to call in the nurse. When the nurse arrived she immediately
called the doctor on duty and he confirmed that Rick had indeed passed
away. They removed the oxygen mask and the various tubes and left Morgan
and Clayton to say their final farewell. They both kissed Rick who was now
at peace before collecting his belongings and made their way back to the
house in Earls Court. Clayton had invited him back to the flat but Morgan
insisted on going back home.

"I can feel his presence here" he said quietly. Clayton could understand
that since it was how he'd felt when Bret had gone.

Clayton had never visited the house before and he was stunned to see how
large it was. It was indeed a beautiful house and he said so as they walked
inside taking their shoes off in the tiled hallway. "It's all mine now"
Morgan said casually, "He was such a kind guy; he made a will about a year
after we'd been together and made me the beneficiary of everything he
owned, including this house and his money; he was a wealthy guy you know."

Clayton was amazed. He had no idea and Rick certainly never gave the
impression of being a guy who had lots of money. He'd only really known him
as a bar tender and a bouncer at the gay bar in Charing Cross so had
assumed he was like everyone else trying to make a buck for a living. He'd
also met him at the private leather club but that like many places where
sex between men took place had closed down following the AIDS
epidemic. They all knew that life for gays had changed and would continue
to do so for many more years to come. He like Ashley and Marc were the
lucky ones who somehow had not contracted the disease and from what Morgan
had said he too had tested negative. When he told Clayton he'd said
"Bearing in mind that I spent my time being fucked by Doms I can't believe
I've not been infected yet Rick, who mainly fucked has been but there was
one Dom who loved fucking him and he's now gone like so many others."

"Why don't you go and have a bath whilst I prepare some food for us"
Clayton said once they walked into the kitchen. Morgan nodded knowing that
he'd only had skimpy washes for the past week and probably smelt like
shit. When he'd gone, Clayton opened the fridge and found some eggs and
cheese. He decided to make them a cheese omelette since he doubted Morgan
would want much more for the time being.

By the time Morgan reappeared smelling sweet and wearing a silk dressing
gown, he was ready to make the omelettes. Morgan sat down at the small
table he and Rick used to use when on their own and watched him. As he did
so he ran his eye up and down Clayton's body. The guy was sexy and suddenly
he felt a stirring in his loins. He quickly looked away feeling ashamed
that he was admiring another guy when his own lover was hardly cold but
there was something about Clayton that he rather liked and realised that
this feeling had been forming over the past week whilst they'd been
together. Clayton had shown such compassion and understanding and he knew
that he too was now alone.

"Here you are, I expect you're starving" Clayton smiled. In reality Morgan
wasn't that hungry but he did his best to eat what Clayton had produced for
him.

"What will you do now, any ideas or is it too soon?" Clayton asked casually
as they ate.

"I shall definitely stay here; Rick loved this house so I couldn't sell it;
besides I need somewhere to live and I have the means to do so now."
Clayton nodded, he could understand that since he felt the same way about
the bookshop and the flat once Bret had gone but he knew that eventually
he'd have to move on since trying to keep the bookshop open was proving
difficult.

When they'd finished eating and Clayton had cleared away the dishes, he
suggested Morgan go to bed. "You must be worn out; you've not had a proper
night's sleep for a week."

"Nor have you" Morgan replied and wrapped his arms round Clayton. "I
couldn't have got through this last week without you so thanks for
everything." Clayton smiled and looked into Morgan's eyes. He suddenly
realised they were blue, a fact he'd not really noticed before. They were
of a similar height so their eyes were at the same level. Suddenly Morgan
moved his face forward and kissed Clayton on the lips. It was more than a
brief kiss and lingered instead. He half expected Clayton to move away but
he didn't. Instead he felt Clayton's lips press against his so that their
lips held fast together. Neither opened their lips but it was definitely
more than a simple kiss between two guys.

Morgan moved away and briefly looked into Clayton's eyes to see his
reaction. "Sorry, that just happened".

"Don't be; I could have pulled away you know" Clayton smiled.

"True. As you say I'm tired so perhaps I should go to bed. You will stay
won't you; don't think I can wake up on my own knowing he's gone forever."

Clayton nodded knowing that feeling since he'd felt the same but
fortunately he had Marc and Ashley to be with him so he agreed saying he'd
call the other guys. He also suddenly remembered that they didn't know that
Rick had passed away. Morgan told him to use the phone in the hall whilst
he went upstairs. Once Clayton had made the call giving the guys the news,
he explained he was staying with Morgan to keep him company for a while. He
then walked upstairs and found Morgan sitting naked on the bed. The sight
of his gorgeous naked body caused his own to have feelings of lust. He
tried to ignore the feelings but it was difficult.

"Would you join me? Please; I want someone to hold me" Morgan
pleaded. Clayton looked at him and didn't have the heart to say
no. Besides, he wanted to hold him so he nodded and got undressed. Once he
was naked and Morgan had admired his body they both climbed into the large
bed. Both their cocks had reacted very slightly but it was the comfort of
having another man's body up close they both wanted so they wrapped their
arms round each other and slipped off to sleep.


It was mid afternoon when Clayton awoke. He found Morgan's arm draped over
him and his head snuggled up against his chest. He smiled since Bret used
to do the same. As he lay there thinking not wanting to move and wake
Morgan, he stirred and moved into a kiss before opening his eyes. Clayton
kissed him back which caused Morgan to come fully awake.

"Sorry" Morgan croaked and moved away.

"Don't be" Clayton replied pulling him closer. "We've both been through
hell and back and lost the guy we thought would be with us forever. So
having a man kiss me and hug me is nothing to be sorry about, in fact I
like it. Feel free to do it whenever you want because I shan't complain and
when you're sick of me, just tell me to fuck off and I'll leave and let you
get on with your life."

Morgan sat up and looked Clayton in the eyes. "I shall never get sick of
you but you may of me" he said seriously.

"Okay, well let's see how things go; in the meantime you've got lots to do
I'm afraid; funerals don't organise themselves and notifying everyone has
to be done."

Tears welled up in Morgan's eyes as he suddenly realised what he had to
do. "Will you help me please, I've not got a clue what to do; I never ever
thought I'd need to." Clayton smiled and said of course he would. The
thought of having more time with this gorgeous guy certainly didn't bother
him. Neither did it bother his body for that matter since that was already
reacting to the dirty thoughts rushing through his mind despite his best
efforts to hold them back. Morgan too felt the reaction and gave him
another kiss as he pressed his body up close to Clayton's to feel the
hardness down below. "Thanks" he finally said and hopped out of bed.


5.

When it came to contacting people, Morgan realised how many friends had
gone as a result of the AIDS epidemic. The funeral the following week was a
quiet affair since neither Rick nor Morgan were religious. It was attended
by about a dozen guys who'd known Rick, and Marc and Ashley came as
well. Clayton had stayed with Morgan at the house for the whole time only
going home to collect a change of clothes every so often and see how things
were. He'd taken time off from the clinic so he could be with Morgan, and
Marc and Ashley came over to the house on several days to see them and help
out with things.

Once everyone had gone home, Morgan and Clayton sat in the living room deep
in thought. Clayton had his arm round Morgan and he had his head on
Clayton's shoulder.

"I'd like you to stay" Morgan suddenly blurted out. "Stay here I mean; live
with me; I've fallen in love with you Clayton; does that sound terrible
having just buried the guy who was my hero and who I loved with all my
heart?"

Clayton was feeling the same way but had held his feelings back in view of
the short time since Rick had died. He too had fallen in love with Morgan
which was something he never ever imagined would happen when they first
met. "Are you sure it's not just a knee-jerk reaction to what has happened?
You loved him and he was your hero."

"Is that what you think? Do you think I'm that shallow or is it that you
don't feel the same way about me?" Morgan said as he sat bolt upright and
looked Clayton straight in the eyes.

"No it's not; and you're not shallow and I do feel the same way about you
but we've both lost the love of our life so we need to be sure that what we
feel for each other will last and is not some temporary thing."

"It's not for me but I can't answer for you. Okay I did love Rick and he
was my hero but the feeling I have for you is different in some way. As you
know I was Rick's submissive and I loved his kindness, the way he looked
after me and wanted to please him all the time but I feel different with
you; I feel we'd be good for each other."

Clayton smiled and pulled Morgan into a kiss. It soon became passionate and
for the first time they opened up for each other. Tongues explored and for
a moment it felt as if they'd just met and realised how much they loved
each other. Their bodies also reacted and soon they both had raging
erections inside their jeans. Finally Clayton pulled out of the kiss and
they grinned at each other.

"Is that a yes then?" Morgan grinned. Clayton nodded and gave him another
kiss.

When their sexual feelings calmed down they chatted about the
future. Morgan wanted to continue living in the house and Clayton was more
than happy to do so but the problem was the bookshop.

"It's not working despite Marc's best efforts to keep it going. To be
honest I no longer have the passion to work my butt off to keep it going
even though I know it was Bret's pride and joy but it was his enthusiasm
that kept it going and the rest of us were carried along. Ashley wants to
continue his photographic business and Marc does too along with his art so
I feel fucked and don't know what to do. The current profits certainly
wouldn't support employing anyone."

"Why not sell it as a going concern" Morgan said, "I'm sure there's someone
who would be interested".

Clayton nodded and knew of a couple who'd already said they'd buy it off
him.

"The problem is that the flat is part of it and if I sell the shop then
Marc and Ashley would have to find somewhere else to live and they'd have
to find somewhere for their studio and darkroom."

Morgan thought for a moment. "They could always live here. I want to clear
the basement out because in no way am I going to have guys using that again
for sexual activity so Marc and Ashley could use that as a studio and make
one part into a darkroom. There's a large second bedroom and the house is
plenty big enough for the four of us. How would you feel about that?"

"It's a fucking brilliant idea" Clayton exclaimed and pulled Morgan into
another big kiss, "All we now have to do is sell the idea to Ashley and
Marc."


That night they went to bed feeling a lot better. The funeral was over and
Rick had been laid to rest. They'd also discussed sex and since both had
tested negative they agreed they didn't want to use protection having
promised each other that it would from now on be a monogamous
relationship. Even Marc and Ashley had agreed that since Bret had died. No
longer would they have sex with all and sundry however tempting. The AIDS
epidemic had taught them that life would now have to change if they wanted
to survive.

The following day, Clayton called Ashley and invited him and Marc over for
a meal that evening. Having discussed their idea again over breakfast, they
both decided to put it to the other two guys. When they arrived that
evening, Clayton watched as the other two hugged and kissed Morgan like a
long lost friend. Marc in particular showed no signs of having any problems
with Morgan now, in fact quite the opposite. Ashley also treated him like a
close friend so Clayton decided to put his and Morgan's plan to them.

"Morgan and I have something to tell you and something else to discuss with
you guys" Clayton announced once Morgan had furnished everyone with a
drink. The other two guys sat up and noted the way they looked at each
other. They'd already commented between themselves that Morgan and Clayton
seemed very close so they waited eagerly to hear what Clayton had to
say. He started by telling them that he and Morgan were going to live
together and that he'd be moving from the flat into the house. "That leaves
the question of the bookshop" he said hesitantly.

"Yeah, we wanted to talk to you about that" Ashley interjected. "Marc and I
are finding it hard to do our stints in the bookshop with our other work
and neither of us wants to give that up. It's been especially hard since
you've been here with Morgan and I imagine if you're living here you'll
find it hard to help out at the bookshop also."

Clayton felt relieved since Ashley had given him the opening he
wanted. "Exactly guys so I'm proposing to sell the bookshop. As you know
Paul and Robin are interested in taking it over and since both are in their
forties they feel they can make a go of it and produce a reasonable living
from it, especially with Robin being a writer. That just leaves what you
guys do since the flat has to go with the shop and you've got a studio and
darkroom to relocate."

The other two nodded. They too had given this some thought but had not come
up with a satisfactory solution. "So, what Morgan and I were wondering was
whether you guys would like to come and live here; as you know the house is
big enough, there's a large second bedroom you can use and there's a
basement which we could make into a studio and darkroom for you. What do
you think?"

The other two beamed. "Are you sure Morgan?" Marc asked somewhat amazed
that he'd make such an offer.

"Yeah, I am, in fact we both are; I think we'd all get on well together;
besides you guys are used to living with each other and that seems to have
worked over a number of years."

"Well, I think it's a brilliant idea, don't you my love?" Ashley grinned
and looked at Marc.

"Yeah, fucking brilliant"

"Time to open the champagne I think Morgan" Clayton grinned so Morgan
rushed into the kitchen to fetch the champagne they'd put in the fridge in
readiness plus four glasses. He left Clayton to open it and pour four
glasses which he then passed round.

"Here's to us guys; four poofs living together."

"Four poofs" they all cheered.


So that's what happened. Within three months the gay bookshop plus the flat
above was sold to Paul and Robin who were delighted to own it. What
furniture they decided to take with them was moved to the house in Earls
Court by which time the basement had been cleared of the equipment used for
sexual activity, apart from the fuck bench since Ashley decided it was too
good to throw out and might come in useful when they did nude photographs
or Marc did more nude paintings. Paul and Robin had already said they were
happy to exhibit such work in the shop for sale. They put up an internal
wall at the front end to make a darkroom and fitted black curtains to block
out the small amount of light that filtered through the close fitting
window shutters. The rest of the area was redecorated in a lighter colour
and new lights were fitted plus carpet tiles were put down to make it
warmer. When it was all done, both Ashley and Marc were delighted. The area
was much larger than they'd previously had and everyone felt happy that
Bret's bookshop was now being run by two guys who were as passionate about
it as he'd been.


The four soon settled into their new life together and Morgan felt happy
that at last he'd been able to do something good for the guy he'd treated
so badly for so many years. They in fact enjoyed life together for many
more years to come. Morgan and Clayton's love for each other never failed
and neither did Ashley and Marc's. They were two very happy couples and
became the envy of many of their friends. Even so, they never forgot those
they'd lost and photographs of both Bret and Rick stood in pride of place
on the mantelpiece.

*****

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