Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 13:49:38 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Opposites Attract - Ch 6

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Opposites Attract -- Chapter 6


The next day Jeff was still rapt with joy at having Michael move in. He
planned a dozen things in his head, and excitedly showed Michael the
basement he wanted to make into their `leather pit'. He started to explain
how he would get Phillip to arrange things when Michael cut him off.

"No," he said with a force which made Jeff stop and look. "I don't want
Phillip doing this. This room is for just us. I have enough experience in
building to be able to do it myself, with a little help from you," he
stated. "I don't even know whether I want Phillip to know what's in there!"

Jeff thought on this. "Well, Phillip will have to know what we're doing.
He'll need to be told something about it. After all he knows everything
else, about us and about the house."

"A compromise then," relented Michael a little. "We'll tell him what we're
doing, but that I want to do it as a special project for myself. And ask him
not to go in there whenever we are in the house at all. I guess, knowing how
he is, that he'll want to go in when we're not around, to clean up, but I
don't want to know that he's seen it."

"Okay," smiled Jeff happily. He looked at Michael again with a strange grin.

"What?" asked Michael, trying to read the look.

"Do you remember last weekend when we were dressing each other?" Jeff
started, and Michael grinned widely.

"How could I forget?"

Jeff ignored him and continued, "We talked about having our nipples pierced.
Were you serious or was that just something you said in the heat of the
moment?"

"If I recall correctly, it was you who said it in the heat of the moment,
and I just agreed," Michael grinned wickedly, "but it is a hot thought, and
I would be seriously interested in it," he finished.

Jeff relaxed a little again, and smiled at his man. "I hoped so. I thought
about it a lot last week, and had Phillip make some enquiries ..."

Michael rolled his eyes again, and Jeff began to pout. "Michael, why won't
you just accept the fact that Phillip is a part of me, and now a part of us.
He knows everything about me, about us, and he can be a tremendous help."

"I keep wondering if he's actually going to join in with us one night, you
know?"

"Don't be like that! If you'll just accept that he's here, and let him be
himself, you'll actually find that he does a wonderful job, never passes
comment, and it can be very nice to have someone like him looking out for
your every wish, and caring for you the way he does."

Michael shrugged, and told himself he would try to accept the strange
experience of having a servant around. "Okay!" he said resignedly. "Now what
were you saying?"

"Oh yeah, I had Phillip make some enquiries, and if we want to, we can have
our nipples pierced in a very safe, clean and discreet little place whenever
we want. It only takes about an hour apparently, but then you do have to be
careful for a while until the piercing heals."

Michael felt the stirring in his groin, and the beating in his chest.
Pierced tits! Now that would be hot! "But aren't you concerned about being
seen? What if you're recognised and word gets around that you have it done?
How are you going to explain that?"

"Like I said, this place is discreet. And the guy who does it was
recommended to Phillip by someone. He says he can be trusted not to say
anything."

Michael mused over the possibilities for a while, then made up his mind.
"You're on!" he said enthusiastically. "When?"

"Why not right now?" Jeff laughed. "Before we change our minds?"

"Okay," agreed Michael.

They had Phillip drive them to an underground carpark where they took a lift
to the salon. An anaesthetising cream was rubbed onto their chest, and they
waited while it took effect, and then they were each pierced, as the other
held their hand for support. Identical matching rings of surgical steel were
inserted into both Jeff's and Michael's left nipples, the circles of silver
hanging on their chests. They listened carefully to the instructions on
cleaning and bathing, and the warning not to play with them for several
weeks while they healed, and then they were home again.

Relaxing around the pool that afternoon, swathed only in sarongs, Michael
looked to Jeff and saw the glint of the metal in the sunlight against his
man's tanned skin. "Fuck that looks hot," he said quietly.

"So does yours," replied Jeff. I can't wait until it's healed enough to play
with. I want to pull on it, and bite it, and watch your face as I do!" They
grinned at each other like kids with new toys and started planning their
`cave'.

Monday morning brought a flurry of activity that Michael was expecting but
still unprepared for. He was woken by Jeff's kiss, soft against his face,
and he stretched languorously in the huge bed, their bed!

"Good morning, darling," he mumbled. That was as far as the lazing went.

"Good morning, stud," Jeff grinned. "Up and at `em! It's back to work for
me, and you have things to do as well." With that, he ripped the sheets away
from Michael, pausing to look long and lustily at the naked form of his man
as Michael protested, then headed for the shower, resisting the urge to
attack Michael's desirable body.

Within a matter of minutes Jeff was shaved, showered and dressed. Michael
was just sitting down to a cup of coffee when Jeff joined him and Phillip
presented a tray with cereal, toast and juice, and another coffee for Jeff.
Michael tutted disapprovingly as his mate wolfed down the food and readied
himself to go, but Jeff dismissed his protests.

"Got a lot to do, handsome. But I'll be home as soon as I can, okay?" and
with that he was off.

They had decided yesterday that Phillip was to take Michael's keys and drop
Jeff at the office before going on to Michael's place to start packing his
things, while Michael himself went to the real estate agents to give notice
on the flat, then join Phillip and finish packing. Michael showered and
dressed after Jeff had gone, revelling in the sense of belonging in this
wonderful place, and let himself out, securing the house with the keys and
security codes Jeff had presented to him on Saturday afternoon. Michael had
protested, but Jeff had insisted that this was Michael's home too, and
Michael had gratefully accepted the keys, feeling more and more content with
each passing day.

****

Jeff breezed into his office that Monday morning feeling brighter than he
had for a long while. His secretary brought him up to date on correspondence
that had come in over the last few weeks, showed him the latest ratings
figures -- the show was up again, and growing in popularity all the time --
and presented him with a list of suggestions for possible stories from his
research staff. As he began working his way through the assorted papers, she
handed him a fresh coffee.

"So how was your break?" she asked, curious at his surprisingly good humour
on the first day back.

"Fantastic!" he beamed at her. "I had the most unbelievable time, Suzie, and
I feel great."

"Mmm," she smiled, impressed. "Looks like we should send you on a vacation
more often, if you're going to come back like this." Jeff just smiled at her
and went back to sifting through the work on his desk. As she exited his
office, Suzie marvelled at the change in him, secretly pleased to see it,
and at the same time bursting with curiosity at the cause.

****

Michael had notified the agents that he was vacating the flat immediately,
and made arrangements with a disinterested woman there about returning keys
in a day or two. She cared only that he knew he would be charged rent for
another three weeks whether he was there or not, and rambled on about
inspections and cleaning before his security bond would be returned. He
couldn't care less, and was happy to be away from there as soon as possible.
Back at his flat, he found Phillip had already let himself in and started
packing clothes in boxes brought for that purpose. Michael was constantly
amazed at how Phillip seemed to know exactly what was needed, and had things
done with no apparent effort, quietly and unobtrusively. No wonder Jeff
relied on him as much as he did.

"Ahh, Mr Michael," he said when Michael arrived. "I'm confident I can get
all of your clothing and linen in this trip, and possibly the crockery as
well. But what would you like me to arrange concerning the furniture, sir?"

Michael looked embarrassedly at the old, cheap sofa and chairs and other
items. They had served their purpose, but compared to Jeff's, they were
rubbish. "Nothing, Phillip," he said quietly. "They're not mine. They came
with the flat, included in the rent."

"Very good, sir." There was not even a hint of opinion in his statement. "In
that case, I believe we can probably have all of your possessions relocated
this afternoon."

Michael gave a grim nod. Not that much to show for myself, he thought, and
wondered why they were even bothering to take anything other than his
clothes and a few personal mementos. The linen and crockery were hardly
going to fit in at Jeff's place. He set about helping Phillip pack things
into the cardboard boxes, and mused about what the older man thought of what
was happening.

**

Jeff had called a staff meeting for two o'clock for his research people and
for discussion on upcoming articles. Most of his colleagues were there
early, knowing how he prized punctuality, and he surprised them by being
early himself. While he waited for the remainder to arrive, he circulated
easily around the table, chatting with individuals, asking about their
vacations, listening sincerely to their replies. He joked a little, and
joined in with small groups relating funny stories. And he was well aware
that he himself was the subject of numerous comments as his staff remarked
on his changed demeanour, and the ever present smile on his face.

Calling the gathering to order, Jeff listened to the usual reports on follow
ups of previous stories, making his own comments or observations as they
went. He ran through a list of suggested topics for possible investigation,
allocating priorities to some, assigning others to various people for
further research. And then he brought up the subject of the first major
story of the new period.

"I want to do an in-depth piece on discrimination in the building industry,"
he announced.

"Building industry?" one of his staffers asked, as others raised eyebrows.
"But there's no real problem there that we know of -- they rely on unskilled
labour, so they don't really care about someone's race or religion."

Another chimed in, trying to think ahead of him. "Do you want to look at
black market wages, low pay for migrants, that sort of thing, Jeff?" she
asked.

"Not this time," he said, firmly. "I'm talking about discrimination against
gay people." A few more faces looked at him with confusion. They were not
aware of any complaints lately. "I happen to know of one particular company
which fired two men last week for being gay," he went on. "I've spoken to
both men, and they have both agreed to go public with their stories.
Apparently, they had been harassed for some time, despite working well, and
were dismissed for no other reason than that one of them stood up for the
other against verbal abuse by a supervisor."

He looked around the room, and could see he had their attention. Several
were already jotting down notes and he smiled. These people could smell a
good story as well as he could. "I want to move quickly on this, confront
the man responsible on camera, humiliate him and the company. What they've
done is disgusting and illegal, so I want this done properly, okay?"

"We'll need to work it through carefully," said Nick, one of his best
writers. "It could be a great angle, but `Joe Public' still feels a bit
uncomfortable with the whole homosexuality bit. These guys who were sacked,
are they obvious, you know, camp?"

"No," said Jeff decisively. "Both of them are quiet, hardworking guys. In
fact one of them wasn't even known to be gay until they day they were
sacked."

"Good. If this is to work, we'll need to make them appear as innocent, and
as `normal' as possible," replied Nick. Jeff didn't particularly like the
implication, but he saw the reasoning, and agreed with what Nick suggested.
His team had caught his enthusiasm for the topic, and he smiled with
satisfaction. He allocated people to different tasks, requested background
research, and a legal opinion (standard practice on something like this),
and asked one of his best investigators to get out to the site and see if
they could get some ground level opinions from some of the other workers --
discreetly!

"As for our two main interviewees," he said firmly, "given the sensitivity
of the topic, I'll remain the point of contact with them for the time being.
If you want to reach them, come through me, okay?" Everybody nodded in
understanding. "Great! Then let's get at it. I'd like to aim for being out
at the site to confront this guy on Friday if we can." Jeff smiled again,
knowing he could rely on these people. He had a good feeling about this
project.

***

Michael and Phillip had completed the packing, and most of the boxes were
loaded into the car. Michael looked at the older man, curious about his
opinions. Phillip never let his emotions show, but Michael knew how much he
cared for Jeff, and how much Jeff cared for him.

"Phillip?" he said in a questioning tone, "How do you feel about what's
happening?"

"It's not my place to have an opinion, Mr Michael," Phillip said evenly.

Michael began to get exasperated. "Forget about what's `your place', please.
Jeff thinks so highly of you, one word from you and I'd be gone. And I can
see how much he means to you, too. I love him, truly I do, and I want to see
him happy, but I also want to know what you think."

Phillip looked at Michael squarely, for the first time since the day
Michael's bike had broken down, he offered something other than pure
courtesies. "Mr Michael, I think that what has happened to Mr Jeffrey is
wonderful. I have never seen him so happy, and that makes me incredibly
pleased."

"But what do you think of me?" Michael persisted. "Do you see me as just
using him, chasing his money or his fame? Do you feel upset about my moving
into his house?"

"Mr Michael ..."

"Please! Just call me `Michael'"

Phillip sighed, and sat on the sofa, looking directly at Michael. "Michael,"
he relented, "from what I have seen and heard, and I see and hear more than
I let on, you are a good, honest person. You have never tried to take
advantage of Mr Jeffrey (Michael raised his eyebrows but Phillip ignored
him) and it is obvious to an old sentimental man like myself that the two of
you are very much in love. Mr Jeffrey has needed someone special for a long
while now, as I suspect have you."

Michael settled himself down. This was so unlike Phillip, and Michael hung
on his every word.

"The two of you have become each other's special person, and I heartily
approve of both of you. It gives me great joy to see you together, and I
wish Mr Jeffrey had asked you to move in earlier, when I first suggested it
to him."

"You suggested it to him?" Michael was astonished.

"Yes, sir," Phillip said with a smile, "how else could I look after you
properly, if you were here and he there? And apart from my convenience, you
should be together all the time, not just at weekends."

Michael grinned. He suddenly felt a gigantic weight lifting from his
shoulders, and knew he loved this older man like a father. Phillip stood and
made to finish his task of moving the boxes to the car.

"Oh," he said with another look to Michael, "and it really is improper for
me to address you so familiarly. I would be most uncomfortable with anything
other than `Mr Michael'."

Michael laughed. "Okay, have it your way. Thank you." he wanted to hug
Phillip then, but knew it would upset the other man, so he simply grinned at
him.

**

As Michael and Phillip completed their task and locked up the flat, Phillip
driving the car back while Michael rode his bike behind, Jeff was preparing
to end his day. He was pleased with the progress on this new story so far,
and looked up with a smile when Suzie knocked at his door.

"Suzie," he said, thinking of what was to come in the next days. "This
discrimination project could be quite a story. I've asked everyone for now
to make contact with our `victims' only through me."

"Yes, I know," she said, watching him scribble numbers on a pad.

"Just in case, keep these safe, will you?" he asked her quietly. "These are
the contact numbers for them. Their names are Tim Vickers and Michael
Simpson, and their numbers are next to the names." He handed her the paper,
watching her expression carefully.

She looked at the paper quickly and turned to leave, then stopped and looked
back at him. "Jeff," she said, uncertainty in her voice now. "This number
for Michael Simpson?"

Jeff looked at her eyes, a lump in his throat. "Yeah?"

"It's your private number at home!"

"That's right," he said evenly, trying to gauge her reaction.

A knowing look came over her, and then she smiled, just a little. "Okay. I
just wanted to make sure I had it right," she said. Jeff sighed his relief.
She knew, or at least guessed, and didn't disapprove. He knew he could count
on her to say nothing.

That evening Jeff grinned like a Cheshire cat all through dinner. When
Michael pressed him, he confessed to a sense of secret excitement, that his
work was going to mean Michael would be in the studio, meeting all his
colleagues, and yet none of them would know the true nature of their
relationship.

"It's not that I don't want to claim you," he said, "but there's a certain
element of `danger' in doing something secret but close, which excites me."

Michael understood, and his heart went out to this wonderful man. "And when
it's time, I want to see their faces when I tell them about me and you!"
Jeff finished. Michael felt concern at that, but held his tongue. Jeff
wasn't in the mood to argue, and he hadn't done anything yet that he would
regret.

Later, as they completed their ritualistic garbing in the wondrous black
hide, both encased in gleaming leather, Michael lay back on the bed, and
directed Jeff to kneel between his legs. He guided Jeff's leather hood down
with his hands, pressing Jeff's face to his groin where his aching cock
throbbed and bulged in its cushion of gripping darkness. As Jeff attacked
the mound of dark leather and its contents of throbbing flesh, Michael
moaned in pleasure and ran his hands over the hide covering his slave boy's
head. Reaching behind to find the item he had hidden under the pillow
earlier, he slowly lowered his hands.

"Hey, slave," he hissed softly. Jeff's face rose, the eyes peering out from
the black mask.

"Yes, sir?" Jeff said, the excitement evident in his voice.

"You really want to be my sex slave?"

"Yes, Sir!"

With that, Michael leaned forward, and attached a metal lead to the D-ring
protruding from the collar around Jeff's neck. The other end of the lead
ended in a leather hand-strap which was around Michael's wrist. Jeff gasped
with excitement, his cock throbbed and pressed against the leather case of
his pouch. An erotic thrill ran through his body as he felt Michael tug at
the chain and pull at his neck.

"Where ...? When ...?" Jeff whispered.

"Picked it up this afternoon on the way home," Michael said.

Michael tingled with delight at the sight of Jeff leashed as he was. He
marvelled that something as simple as a length of chain running from his
hand to Jeff's neck could have such an impact, but he felt so powerful, so
dominant and so horny, and he loved it. He also wanted a way to show Jeff
how much he meant to him, and how much he loved and trusted him. As Jeff
returned to lavish attention upon Michael's groin, Michael knew what he
wanted, and it made him ache with anticipation. He needed to have Jeff
inside him, naked and raw. He knew what their preferences were, but he also
knew that Jeff would in the right circumstances want to fuck him, and
tonight he wanted it badly.

Pulling at the lead again, Michael sat up and ordered Jeff to kneel. He ran
his hands down Jeff's torso, carefully avoiding the still sensitive left
nipple with its beautiful ring of silver, and cupped Jeff's balls in his
palm. Sliding his fingers under the leather, Michael pushed the cushion of
hide down, revealing Jeff's throbbing solid cock, and hooked the pouch under
his nuts. He took a handful of lube, and slowly smothered it over and down
Jeff's prick, making the fleshy rod gleam as it bounced and jiggled in his
hands. Michael lay back again, spreading his legs and lifting his leather
clad knees to form a black frame around Jeff's hooded face and strapped
torso, and tugged again at the lead.

"Fuck me, boy!" he hissed in an urgent tone as he exposed his waiting,
twitching anus to his lover's view.

Jeff moaned as he was dragged forward. He had guessed at Michael's
intentions when Michael had smeared his cock with the lube, yet he was so
hard it hurt as Michael continued to control him, yanking at the lead
attached to his collar. This subservient role, this surrender of himself to
his man, was the most erotic feeling. As ordered, he moved himself forward
and as Michael's legs went up and onto his shoulders, the leather of his
master's chaps smooth and cool against his skin, he aimed his angry, purpled
member at the pink target of Michael's anus and nudged his cockhead against
the puckering sphincter.

Michael took a long draw at the amyl in his hand as Jeff's prong took up
position at his rear. As the rush rolled through him and his blood pumped,
the stimulation was intense. He gripped the lead in his hand, and pulled
hard, forcing Jeff to fall forward. Jeff's cock ploughed into him, plunging
through his ring and stabbing into his gut. There was a brief flash of pain,
and then the incredible sensation of being filled overwhelmed him. Jeff's
long naked pole pierced his body, slamming against the knot of sensitive
nerve ends that was his prostate, and continuing its probe deep into his
bowel.

Jeff moaned at the suddenness of the assault he had been driven to make upon
Michael. He feared when he heard Michael gasp that he had hurt him, but
Michael's expression was one of pure lust-filled joy. The amazing warmth,
the wet gripping surrounding his manhood, was unbelievable as his naked
spear was swallowed and caressed by Michael's body. He resisted the urge to
cum instantly, willing himself to hold back, as his instincts drove him to
thrust and withdraw, driving himself into Michael again.

Michael was in ecstasy as Jeff's rod of steel filled him. The incredible
heat, and yet the velvet softness of the flesh covering that dagger of male
muscle, felt so good. As Jeff started tentative jabs at him, Michael dropped
his booted feet hard against Jeff's upturned butt, and pulled tightly at the
metal chain again.

"Come on, slave boy, fuck me! Shove that cock of yours into me hard!" he
hissed at his mate as his legs gripped Jeff's body in a leathery vice and
his boots urged Jeff's pelvis against himself and into him. He kept up the
tension on the chain leash at Jeff's neck, and urged his lover to mate with
him, to ram into him and to fill him with incredible pumping pleasure. Jeff
shivered with ecstatic delight as Michael controlled him, pulling hard at
his neck, forcing his arse down and his cock inwards as Michael's boots
pressed at his buns. He surrendered to the grip of Michael's chaps against
his waist, and the hissed orders of the dominant man below him were like
jolts of electricity in his ears.

Within minutes the two men were humping against each other, fucking at each
other in a furious powerful burst of passion. The roughness of the fucking,
combined with the eroticism of the barked orders and the leash around his
neck, brought Jeff quickly to a peak. He tried to hold back, willing himself
not to cum, when suddenly Michael's arse clamped at him and Michael's body
shuddered as creamy globs shot from his cock. Michael had struggled against
the racing need of climax, but the friction of Jeff's living heated prong in
and out of his arse, and the emotional thrill of controlling this man as his
slave, were too much, and he surrendered suddenly and without warning to the
thundering orgasm. Michael's shooting wads of cream flew up and splattered
against Jeff's chest and neck. They seared onto his chin and sticky
streamers of ooze dribbled back onto Michael's stomach as his lover's sudden
spasm took Jeff by surprise. Losing his concentration, his own explosion
raced through him, and his body shuddered as he pumped his load of manjuice
deep into Michael, depositing his essence within the squelching cavity as he
fucked and rammed at his lover who bucked and blew again and again.

When they were done, breathless and sticky, lying beside each other, Jeff
sighed at Michael. "Fuck that was incredible. I can't believe how sex with
you just gets better and better."

Michael tugged playfully at the chain, still joining them, his body weak
from the ferocity of their fucking. "So you liked this, then?" he asked.

"Oh yeah!" muttered Jeff with feeling.

"Maybe we should think about some other toys? I'd love to see you in a pair
of handcuffs," Michael whispered in a husky voice.

Jeff grinned back mischievously. "And the rest!" he said. "I'm hoping for
dildoes and butt plugs, maybe even whips!" As Michael tried to look shocked,
even though his mind raced with horny thoughts, Jeff smiled. "I'll start
making a list if you like."

"Don't bother, I'm sure I can manage," Michael laughed.

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!