Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2011 16:31:29 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Another Nick and Noah chapter 10

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Another Nick and Noah

Chapter 10



Monday morning brought Nick and Noah to an empty breakfast table, laid out
for them by the housekeeper, but with no-one around. Some time after they'd
eaten and were sitting by the pool considering their options for the day,
Patrick showed up, bedraggled and yawning.

"So much for the energy of youth," Nick commented in reference to his
insults about their age the previous day.

"Hmmph!" Patrick replied.

"Where's Frank?" Noah asked with a smile.

"He had to get up early. He's gone into the city, has to start back at work
today. He's had as much time off as they would let him after Wes was
killed."

"Oh, Patrick, sorry, I didn't realise," Noah said quickly.

"That's okay," the other man assured him.

"Are you going to be alright without him?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. I think I'll have a quiet day myself, just relax,
read a book, see what takes my fancy."

"We can hang around with you if you'd like?" Noah offered. "We were
thinking of going out for a ride, but we can stay here."

 "Don't be silly," Patrick remonstrated. "I don't need babying. If
anything, I'm exhausted after the weekend. I think I might even take myself
back to bed for a few hours." He yawned, as if to emphasise his point,
standing slowly and promising them he was alright, before making his way
back upstairs.

Nick and Noah watched him go.

"Coming down!" Nick announced knowingly.

"Yeah, maybe," Noah accepted.

They discussed in low voices the revelations from Saturday evening about
Phillip and Frank, and about Patrick's drug connections. All of it put
together seemed to be almost overwhelming, but if nothing else, they were
now convinced that Phillip was not the murderer.

"We should let Bob know," Noah commented.

"Yeah, he'll probably be back at work by now," Nick agreed.

Nick pulled out his phone and dialled the office number for Detective
Moran. "Good morning, Detective, it's Nick Giannis here," he announced.

"That sounds very formal," Bob answered with a chuckle.

"Oh, well since this is an `official business' type call, I thought it was
appropriate," Nick responded.

Bob's interest was sparked now. "Official business? What about, Nick?"

Nick set about relaying to the cop everything that had transpired on
Saturday evening, repeating their conversation as best he could, leaving
nothing out.

"So, we thought you should know," Nick finished. "We guessed it would save
you a trip to interview Phillip, since he can't have done it."

"Yes, I suppose," Bob said. "Although I should still see him briefly, just
to confirm it officially. As a recent ex-lover, he would automatically be
on the list of people to be questioned, whether he has a water-tight alibi
or not. It is a shame to hear about Patrick's other involvement though."

"Yes," said Nick. "Will you be acting on that at all?"

"No, I don't think so. The information didn't come to me through official
channels, so there is no need to pass it on to the drug squad." Bob sounded
a little quiet, as though he were lost in thought. "I don't think I'll
mention it to anyone just yet. I don't want it complicating the murder
investigation unless that's really necessary."

"It's Sean that we feel bad for," Nick said. "After everything else, he has
a drug-dealer brother! We were wondering what you thought -- should we
tell him?"

Bob Moran sighed. "Yes, I think you should. It would be best if he hears it
from someone he knows."

"Okay, we'll give him a call. Talk to you soon."

"Bye, Nick!"

As he cut the connection, Nick began to explain to Noah about Bob's
comments concerning Patrick and Sean, when his phone rang again. He looked
at the screen and his eyes widened. Pressing the `accept' button, he spoke
quickly into the phone.

"Sean, how are you? We were just talking about you."

Their new friend laughed. "I hope whatever you were saying was good," he
chuckled, then changed his mind. "No, I hope it was bad, really bad!" he
laughed even harder.

"You're an evil man, Rammer," Nick said in a hiss. "And that's something I
like in another Master!"

"Glad to hear it, Trojan, cause I have a suggestion for you. We both have
the day off work, and we're going on a little shopping trip. Thought you
might like to join us."

"Join you for a shopping trip?" Nick asked in surprise, grimacing. Noah
grinned at his mate's reaction.

"Uh huh! But this isn't just any shopping trip. There's a place in Hoddle
Street, Abbotsford that specialises in what they like to call `adult
supplies'. They have Melbourne's best range of toys, hoods,
everything. It's called `Eagle Leather', and we're going to head over
there."

"Hmm, sounds interesting," Nick said, attentive now. "I think I've heard of
them. They advertise in the gay press in Sydney for on-line sales."

"So, are you `up' for it? If you want we could always head back to our
place afterwards and `try out' the new toys ..."

Nick could hear the offer in Rammer's voice, and Noah guessed quickly by
the surging bulge of Nick's cock that more play was being suggested. He
tapped Nick's shoulder, and nodded.

"Okay," Nick said. "it's a date. Give me the address, and we'll meet you at
the shop in an hour and a half."

As he finished, he suddenly remembered -- he had meant to warn Sean that
they had some news for him.

"Leave it, Nick," Noah said. "We can break that to him later. There will be
plenty of time."

It was only just after 10.00 am. Patrick had disappeared, and they guessed
he was sleeping off the weekend, so they left him a note to the effect that
they were going out, and not sure what time they would be back. Donning
their riding leathers, they climbed aboard their bikes and roared off onto
the road again. The thrill of the ride, the feel of the gear, and the throb
of the engine, still excited both of them, and they were beginning to feel
quite at ease riding back and forth between Melbourne City and the
Mornington Peninsula. They had certainly covered some kilometres in the
last couple of weeks.

As they pulled up outside the address they had been given, Will stepped
quickly up to the bikes. "Fuck those things look hot," he said with a grin.

"So do you, Cumslut," Nick replied. Will was dressed in leather pants, a
tight white T, and a black vest of shining hide laced together at the sides
with silver chain.

"Sean's waiting inside," he chuckled, leading them into the store. Toward
the back, they found their mate, in tight faded blue jeans under chaps, and
a jacket pulled over his bare torso.

"Hi, guys," he greeted them enthusiastically.

The four friends happily looked around the store, examining the treasure
trove of toys and gear on display. This business catered for a wide variety
of tastes, and lived up to it's reputation as one of the best in the
country.

"Anything in particular you're looking for, mate?" Nick asked Sean as he
held up and examined an extra large dildo. The toy was actually a strap-on
prick specifically designed to be worn by a man. It came complete with
leather harness, and was made of black rubber, and hollow so that the
wearer's cock slipped right inside the prong itself. Measuring a good 40
centimetres long, and probably 7 or 8 cm in diameter, it was shaped with
realistic looking veins and glans, and two large balls at the base.

"Something like that would be a start," his friend replied, nodding at the
huge dong. "My boy is starting to get used to what we've got. I think a new
prong, bigger than the last, is overdue. Apart from that, I would like to
get myself a new pair of chaps."

Will walked over to them as they spoke. "Oh, is that for me?" he asked
Nick, looking at the long, thick dildo in Nick's hand. "Unreal! I can't
wait to try it!" He smiled happily at his lover. "Sean, I wouldn't mind
getting one of these harnesses ..." he showed his man the configuration he
meant. It had the usual shoulder and torso straps, but the side pieces
connected to separate chrome rings, which were themselves joined by a short
length of chain. From the main rings two lengths of leather fell in a `V'
to connect to a single ring which sat over the navel, and another strap
dropped from there to a thick chrome cockring.

"I have something very similar at home," Noah smiled at him. "It's best
when your nipples sit inside the large rings. Get Sean to attach a chain to
each tit -- it feels great!"

"How about this?" Nick asked. He was holding a black latex pouch. On closer
inspection, it was designed to sheath the wearer's genitals. The whole
thing was flexible, and stretched to fit tightly over an erect cock, tied
back at the base, and held testicles in an attached pouch, so that the
effect was as if the wearer actually had a shining black latex cock and
balls.

"Hey, I like that!" Noah whispered with a grin. "I think we should get
one."

Nick smiled lustily, putting it aside.

There was a wide variety of chaps to choose from in that section of the
store, and the four friends happily chatted together as Sean picked at
several styles, between them arguing the merits for and against each. But
it was Will who made the final decision. Seeing his man in an extremely
tight pair of bright, shining leather chaps which, instead of being full
pieces for each leg, were laced together along the full length from hip to
ankle by leather string, he declared loudly, "Fuck you look hot in those!"

That made Sean's mind up for him. Taking the chaps, along with the harness
and dildo to the main counter, he paid for their selections and had the
friendly assistant bag it all for him. Nick followed with his own purchase
of the latex `cock sock' as he called it, and the two couples stepped
outside into the light of day once more.

"Do you have a car here?" Noah asked Sean and Will.

"No, we live not too far away. We came over by tram and on foot."

"Well, we have the bikes," Nick said with a huge grin, motioning at the
metal steeds with his arm. "You want a lift?"

The smiles on Sean and Will's faces gave him his answer, and they quickly
mounted up, Will climbing on behind Nick, while Sean rode pillion with
Noah.

Within minutes they were back at the younger men's home, the bikes safely
parked at the back of the house. Sean led them inside to a comfortable,
well furnished but small living room.

"Want a drink?" he asked.

"Just one," answered Noah. "We have to ride home, remember!"

Beers in hand, the four of them relaxed for some time, talking easily
amongst themselves. But Will seemed a little fidgety, and before long he
could hold back his excitement no longer.

"How about we try out these new toys?" he asked in a soft voice redolent
with sexual promise.

"Mmmm, sounds good to me," his partner replied.

"I'll go along with that," hissed Nick.

Noah chuckled. "Don't forget Viking," he whispered loudly.

Sean led the other three along a short corridor to what appeared to be a
bedroom. Pushing the door wide, he ushered them into a room

This was Sean and Will's play-room. Not as expansive as that of Bob and
Peter, nor as well equipped as Nick and Noah's `downstairs', it was
nonetheless a very inviting space. The only window was blacked out by heavy
drapes, and the opposing wall, including the door, was painted
black. Matching it, the floor was covered in black vinyl over a soft
underlay. But the other two walls, facing each other, were completely
mirrored which gave the impression that the room went on forever with their
double reflections. The ceiling was also a full mirror. Will lit two large
candles, and the combined light from their flames, repeated to infinity in
the glass walls, provided more than enough light to see and enjoy the room.

Dominating the area, positioned with its head back against the draped
window, was a `cargo' style sling suspended by silver chains from a
free-standing metal frame. The leather straps which comprised the sling
itself were each about 10 centimetres wide, running full length and side to
side, criss-crossing each other with square `holes' formed between
them. Opposite the foot of the sling and against one of the dark walls, to
one side of the doorway, stood a slave bench, also black, complete with
wrist and ankle shackles attached. Rounding out the `furnishings' were
shelves built against the wall on either side of the window, and a small
round stool pushed to one side for the moment. On the shelves could be
easily seen a collection of toys and equipment -- dildoes and butt plugs,
cuffs and collars, paddles and whips, ball parachutes, chains, ropes and
cockrings. Rammer and Cumslut also had a wide array of gear at their
fingertips, with a multitude of harnesses, chaps, vests, caps, hoods, jocks
and boots in shining black leather lined up on the shelving.

"We like our gear and our toys," Rammer shrugged easily by way of
explanation.

"Oh yeah, I can see that!" Noah answered.

Nick chuckled. "No complaints here, my friend. The more the better!"

"So are we gonna break in the new stuff?" Will asked, eagerly and a little
impatiently.

Sean muttered evilly. "I'll break you in, Cumslut, if you get too pushy
...", grinning as he spoke.

"Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!" Cumslut hissed back, already removing his `street'
wear as he reached for chaps and boots. A slave hood went over his head and
he turned his back to his Master for it to be tied in place before he
eagerly settled his new harness over his shoulders and around his torso,
the double rings at the front sitting evenly around his bullet nipples. He
fed his nuts and cock through the cockring which was part of the harness
before buckling the chaps closed over the connecting leather strap.

"Looking hot!" Rammer nodded approvingly. His sub's prong jumped with
acceptance and anticipation, quickly growing into hardness. "Take whatever
you like for yourselves, guys," he added, looking to Nick and Noah as he
slid his legs into the new chaps he'd purchased before donning a Muir cap
and `Chicago' harness. Full calf length boots, polished to a mirror finish,
completed his outfitting.

Nick and Noah happily accepted the offer, choosing chaps and harnesses for
themselves as they transformed into Trojan and Viking. Noah added a half
hood and a leather jockstrap, while his Master donned a biker's cap,
armbands, gauntlets and soft gloves to envelope himself in dark, aromatic
hide. As he sat back on the stool to pull his boots back on, Nick looked up
to find the two slaves already on their knees, licking at Mater Rammer's
boots while his colleague stood above them, powerful legs spread wide and
arms crossed on his chest.

Trojan let out a long, low whistle. "Fuck that looks hot!" he exclaimed.

Rammer simply smiled in acknowledgment.

As his own cock jumped to full erection at the sight presented to him,
Master Trojan noticed the latex sheath he had purchased on their shopping
trip. Reaching for it happily, he proceeded to roll the soft, shiny black
sock down over his turgid prick. As the tight material enveloped his cock,
he slid his nuts into the sack which formed part of the sheath, and a
single snap tightened it in place. Nothing of Trojan's impressive genitalia
was left to the imagination. In fact, the gleaming, skin-tight coverall
accentuated every vein and ridge of his prick and he appeared even larger
than he was. The effect was so arousing that Nick's erection sprang into
fullness and stayed that way. He felt empowered by his new, glistening
black mantool, and intended to use it to full advantage.

With a confidence born of lusty experience and nurtured by the leather he
wore and the surroundings in which he found himself, Master Trojan stepped
across to the huddle of suborned bodies at the feet of his colleague, his
darkly shining spear advancing before him. He came to a halt, his latex
encased cockhead arching across the heads of the slaves to all but a
millimetre away from the straining leather codpiece at Master Rammer's
groin, and stared into the yes of his fellow dominant.

"Service me!" he said, clearly but quietly, commandingly.

Instantly, Cumslut and Viking shifted their attentions from Rammer's boots
and began to climb the black leathered pylons that were Trojan's legs with
their tongues. Without looking down, or even acknowledging them, Trojan
lowered his right hand and cupped it around the throbbing sack of leather
that held Rammer's gonads, squeezing firmly before allowing his fingers to
slide upward and pinch at the long, hard tube of his friend's cock through
its envelope of hide. At the same time, his left arm broached the space
between them, and his fingers closed around Master Rammer's right nipple,
plucking at it with force.

Master Rammer reacted quickly, throwing his head back in a guttural roar of
delight as he uncrossed his folded arms. He emulated Trojan's assault upon
his chest, his own left hand twisting the small, dark brown erection that
was the other Dom's right tit. As the two slaves continued their ascent of
the black leather pillars towards the promised goal of twin raging
erections, both Masters gasped with tingling arousal at the mutual attack
upon their chests. Rammer's head came back up and his eyes locked yet again
with his counterpart, now mere centimetres away. With the fingers of his
left hand pinching and tugging at Trojan's chest just as his own chest was
similarly provoked, the Dom's free right arm reached out and over Trojan's
shoulder until he held the other neck in his hand. Master Trojan fought the
pressure he felt from his colleague -- a contest of power between the two
dominant males as they held, gripped and squeezed at each other whilst
being serviced by their subs. But this was a competition in which neither
could lose, and before long the two tops joined at the lips, struggling
with each other to open mouths and force tongues between teeth.

A kiss it may have been in name, but the connection Trojan and Rammer made
was not one of tenderness or love. It was pure lusty passion. A biting,
sucking conjoinder of unashamed arousal given body in their clench. Driven
by raw excitement, the two men devoured each other, hands and fingers
pinching and pulling at hardened chests while their respective subs
dutifully and enthusiastically suckled and gnawed at the black envelopes of
leather and latex stretched over rolling nuts, and licked along shining
tubes of steely cocks as they strove to service the Masters.

Caught up as they were in their combative, struggling embrace, the dominant
men fought hard with each other, each relishing the sense of power and
eroticism they derived from this masculine, animalistic stand-off. Yet they
could hardly ignore the insistent secondary attack upon themselves waged by
the submissive men at their groins. Cumslut and Viking grew bolder and more
urgent with each passing minute as they massaged and stimulated two sets of
cock and balls with lips, fingers and tongues.

It was Master Trojan who finally acknowledged the attentions of the
subs. With one hand firmly gripping at Rammer's neck, he pulled himself and
his colleague apart with force, looking down to the glistening flesh and
gleaming dark leather of the slaves between himself and his fellow top,
simultaneously admiring once again the shining spear of black latex that
was his own masculinity.

"My cock needs to be inside a slave -- or two!" he growled at no-one in
particular.

Master Rammer chuckled evilly. "Here, try this one," he offered in a
guttural hiss, pulling Cumslut away from his own genitalia and dragging the
boi by one arm toward the slave bench.

As Cumslut hurried to oblige, shuffling on his knees in the indicated
direction, Trojan murmured an acceptance.

"Okay, I guess he'll do -- for starters."

Taking the slave's arm from Rammer, Trojan lifted him to his feet and then
bent the compliant body over the slave bench, face down. He had intended to
strap the sub into place on the bench first, to play with him and to use
him at his leisure, but the sight of Cumslut's twitching hole between the
rounded orbs of white arse cheeks and framed by the tight black leather of
chaps, was too much of a temptation. Quickly fisting some lube over the
latex sheath he wore, Trojan lined himself up with the inviting target that
was the sub's anus, and slammed himself deep into that waiting cavern.

"Arrgghh ..." gasped Cumslut in surprise, the unexpected but not unwelcome
invasion shooting spears of electric delight through his body. "Thank you,
Sir!"

Trojan made no response to the man impaled upon him. Burying his manhood
deep into the bowels of the other, he held steady for a few seconds as both
adjusted to the joinder, then leaned forward to cover the other's body with
his own. Moving forward himself, still sunk to the hilt in Cumslut's
innards, Trojan took ownership of the body beneath him. His arms stretched
along Cumslut's arms, his hands grabbing at the other's wrists and
positioning them within the leather straps attached to the bench before
buckling them in place. With his own knees, the Master nudged the slave's
legs forward and bending one at a time, until he was knelt into place on
the covered bench. Only then did the dominant man relinquish his grip on
the other's arms, and only temporarily whilst he fastened the shackles
around the submissive's ankles, fixing his plaything into place, fully
restrained and unable to resist Trojan's every whim.

Cumslut may have been forcibly restrained into his doubled over position,
but Master Trojan copied it, legs bent into the slave's, arms stretched
along the length of the boi, his chest pressed into Cumslut's back and his
throbbing sword scabbarded deep and unmoving within the slave's
sphincter. The sensations Trojan knew from that latex sheath were
amazing. The tight, gripping material was both constricting and slippery at
once, and with the clenching of Cumslut's ring of muscle around his root,
the Master revelled in the heated slickness enveloping his masculinity. For
a long moment he simply rested in place, basking in the sense of total
domination he felt over the man-toy wrapped up in his own body,
occasionally allowing himself the pleasure of an unhurried thrust into his
new possession.

As soon as Trojan had taken Cumslut from him, Master Rammer happily turned
his attention to the other submissive at his feet, his own thoughts echoing
Trojan's stated desires -- the need to bury his long, thick and aching
cock into a yielding slave was intense.

"Up, boy!" he ordered, taking Viking's hooded head in his hands and lifting
as he did. The tall muscled man he now commanded quickly obliged, standing
in front of him.

Ramer's eyes greedily drank in the view presented -- the smooth but taut
body, chest strapped into a harness, legs wrapped in skin-tight leather
chaps, a face hidden by gleaming black hide except for deep blue eyes and a
full, inviting mouth. He gripped the back of Viking's head with his hand
and forcibly thrust his tongue into the sub's mouth, kissing him long and
deep, re-igniting the amazing sensations he had just felt with his
colleague. Again, this was a kiss not of love or tenderness, but of
animalistic lust and need.

Rammer savoured the taste of the man for several minutes, all the while
anticipating taking control of the other and using him for their mutual
pleasure. Breaking their kiss, he spun Viking around and landed a gloved
slap on the firm globe of his left butt cheek.

"On the sling, boy!" he ordered.

Viking nodded, a soft but earnest "Yes, Sir!" as he began to turn around to
back into the apparatus.

"No, No, the other way," Master Rammer hissed with Irritation. "Face
forward. Get your legs up and over the chains ... I want your cock and your
nuts hanging down!"

The slave quickly struggled into the unfamiliar position, his legs spread
wide in order to straddle the leather straps. As he manoeuvered himself
around to follow the dom's orders, Rammer pulled the leather jock's
codpiece back behind Viking's nuts to expose the slave's cock and balls,
then stepped up to the head of the sling and grabbed Viking's wrists,
pulling the sub forward and cuffing him to the supporting chains so that
the boi was forced to lie face down, his nose and mouth projecting through
one of the gaps near the top of the leathered platform while his genitalia
dropped through another squared opening at the base. With the submissive
now restrained and unable to move, Master Rammer returned to stand between
his spread-eagled legs, becoming even more aroused by the helpless and
opened body exhibited to him and waiting for his use.

Reaching to one of the nearby shelves, Rammer grabbed a ball parachute with
attached weight which he snapped around Viking's scrotum just below the
point where it joined his cockshaft. As he lowered the device into place,
letting the weight pull down on the slave's nuts, he was rewarded with a
low groan as the aching pleasure of having his testicles pulled away from
him insinuated itself up and through Viking's body. Master Rammer squeezed
the rolling eggs with his hand, and gave the hanging parachute another
flick for good measure as he stood again to lean into the cavity between
the slave's parted cheeks.

With his cock straining had against the leather cod he wore, Rammer rubbed
himself tantalisingly up and down against the sensitive flesh around
Viking's hole. More low mutterings escaped the other man.

"What was that, boy? I can't hear you!" the dominant demanded.

"Please, Sir ... unnnhhh ... use me, Master Rammer ... aahhhh ... fuck me,
Sir ... ohhh ... please!" Viking muttered breathlessly, begging for more as
his body trembled with anticipation and arousal.

Rammer could feel the cool slime of his own pre-cum filling the cod-piece
encasing his manhood, and the sight of the prostrate form, the sound of the
anguished plea from the slave to be further abused, inflamed his own
passion tenfold. He took a brief moment to enjoy the picture of the sub's
nuts pulled taut and swinging in time with the pendulum motion of the
parachute. The other man's cock was rock hard, crowned with a crystalline
droplet of pre-cum and shuddering with each heart beat as the
blood-engorged organ reacted to the ecstatic arousal of it's owner.

Finally succumbing to his desires, Master Rammer unsnapped the press studs
holding his cod in place, and his long prick sprang up and out, the head
and shaft already glistening with the natural lubricant of pre-seminal
fluid generated by the sight and sounds offered up to the Master by his
boi. The Dom inched forward, bringing the purplish head of his rampant
erection to rest against the winking folds of Viking's sphincter. Leaning
over the other, he took a firm grip at the straps of the sub's harness with
each hand, felt the heat from Viking's body against his cockhead, took a
long deep breath, and heaved himself forward as he yanked the suspended
slave backwards onto his long poker.

Viking stifled a groan as the searing length of Master Rammer filled his
gut. The aching of his distended nuts only emphasised the electric pleasure
of penetration as his entire body was rocked with the force of Master
Rammer's assault. He was restrained and helpless, unable to resist any
attack, and he loved it. Enthusiastically surrendering to complete
domination, the sub opened himself as best he could, and begged for more.

"Oh fuck, Sir," he hissed. "Again, Master. Fuck my hole, Sir. Use my arse
... fuck me hard, please, Sir!"

"I will, boy! Damn sure of that!" came the guttural reply as Rammer pulled
back again before another driving thrust powered his entire cock-length
deep into the squelching fuck-chute that was Viking's body.

Finding a rhythm that made the most use of the swinging motion of the
sling, the Master eagerly began to fuck this toy of his in earnest. Long,
deep spearing of Viking's arse was punctuated by the gurgling wet sound of
his cock leaving that scalding cave, to be momentarily cooled by the
outside air before it plunged back into paradise once more. The sound of
his pelvis slapping against the firm flesh of Viking's arse cheeks, and the
squeal of leather against leather as his chaps rubbed against those of the
sub, were music of the most arousing kind. Rammer delighted in the filling
of this boi. He ached with pleasure at the sense of control he had, of
total domination over the trembling, compliant hole into which he
forcefully fucked his rampant penis. As his own nuts slapped against the
slave's flesh, he indulged in varying his movement, first driving hard and
fast into Viking's arse, then slowing to deeper, more powerful penetrations
before rotating his pelvis to explore every corner of the sub's body.

As he continued his rut into the swinging slave beneath him, Rammer became
aware of a familiar sound behind him, very much alike to the noises he was
generating himself. He turned his head to look into the mirrored wall of
the playroom, only to be rewarded with the sight of his own fucking
reflected back at him, and the complementary view of his mate, Trojan,
pounding the bound and shuddering frame of Cumslut over the slave
bench. The other pair were heaving and sweaty, both of them wreathed in
shining black leather contrasting against glistening white flesh as Trojan
leaned over and into the submissive man shackled to the bench. From this
vantage, Rammer could easily spot the flash of shining, wet latex encasing
Trojan's cock and balls as it exited and re-entered Cumslut's arse. And the
four of them, rampant and rutting as they were, were reflected to infinity
in the opposing walls of mirrors on either side.

`We need to set up a camera in here', Rammer thought to himself for just a
second, before his concentration was drawn back to the glorious body he was
fucking.

Nick had been fucking Cumslut with abandon. His new garb -- the latex
sheath, was fantastic. It felt so good wrapped around his cock, gripping
tightly at his nuts and his shaft, yet at the same time slippery and
arousing. The added advantage was that by its very nature, the slick rubber
felt almost frictionless so that he could pound for hours and still feel
completely in control, and although there was a slight loss of sensation to
his fucking, that was a small enough price to pay for the belief that he
could fuck all night without blowing. That alone gave him a sense of being
so powerful, so dominant, that he felt truly alive -- a purely male
fucking machine.

Wanting more, he whipped his slickened black tool out of the ravaged hole
beneath him, eliciting a low gasp from Cumslut, and turned on his heel,
tapping his colleague on the shoulder.

"Rammer -- tag!" he chuckled.

"Done, Trojan," his friend replied as Viking's arse was quickly vacated by
Master Rammer's long, turgid weapon.

But there was no respite for the submissive man hanging in the
sling. Instantly, Master Trojan plunged his thick, rubber-coated prick deep
into the still gaping orifice, slamming his entire body into Viking and
causing the leather cocoon to sway wildly again. The new sensation of the
latex invading his body, and the renewed weighty pulling against his
testicles caused Viking to moan long and low in ecstasy.

Master Rammer, meanwhile, had turned his attention to Cumslut, impassioned
by the sight of the sub bent over the bench and restrained in place, his
man-cunt open and waiting. Rammer's prong happily plunged into that
inviting ring of muscle, and the top slammed hard and fast into the body
locked over the leathered apparatus.

All four men, although intensely enjoying their copulation, surreptitiously
glanced from time to time at the mirrored walls surrounding them. The
vision of themselves and their companions reflected off into the distance,
humping and sweating, only served to heighten the enjoyment and increase
the arousal each one felt. Over and again, Rammer and Trojan thundered
their masculinities into the open, waiting receptacles of the two subs,
swapping with each other at random as they shared and used the bois.

Viking tensed himself against the position he was in, his body almost
crouched face down into the sling, while his arse was filled and fucked by
whichever of the dominant men chose to use him at the time. It was
incredibly arousing for him, restrained and unable to move of his own will,
nothing more than a hot wet hole for Trojan or Rammer to slam into, the
sound of squealing leather and the glorious aroma of tanned hide enveloping
him. And with each and every pounding penetration of prime penis that
skewered his gut, a corresponding tug of aching pleasure as his weighted
nuts swung below him.

It was Master Trojan who brought about a change of pace.

"I want to see his eyes while I fuck him!" he declared to no one in
particular. "Viking, get out of there!"

Noah struggled as his Master unfastened his restraints, and the tall blond
stood shakily, the ball parachute still tugging at his testicles.

Rammer stood back from the ravaged hole that was his slave's arse to take
in the scene. "Yep, you're right, Trojan," he said. "We can't let them get
too comfortable there, they need a change of scenery about now!"

With that he unshackled Cumslut from the bench, and despite his tough
words, carefully helped his partner to stand, allowing the blood flow to
return to his legs. Without signal or conversation, the four men suddenly
found themselves standing close together, hot and panting with
excitement. Hands reached, groped and squeezed; arms wrapped and groins
thrust; mouths opened and tongues licked in a frenzy of desire as each of
them tried to hold, kiss and enjoy as much of the other three as possible.

Finally Cumslut broke the interlock of bodies. Stepping away from the
group, he reached for the newly purchased strap-on dildo that had been left
on one of the shelves, holding it out to his Master with an imploring look.

Rammer laughed evilly. "You're insatiable," he whispered to his mate, "and
I like it."

With that, the leathered top pushed his man-boi backwards into the still
shuddering sling, taking the black rubber toy from him and laying it across
Cumslut's abdomen. Leaning into and over his sub, Rammer shackled Cumslut's
wrists to the chains supporting the platform of black hide near his head,
then lifted his boots into the stirrups and bound the slave's booted ankles
in place. Taking a long look at his partner restrained and opened, Master
Rammer hummed with satisfaction, and slowly began to rub the hard black
dildo's cockhead over Cumslut's body, eliciting a continual moaning and
whispered pleas for him to use the dong on the man in the sling.

Master Trojan grinned widely as he watched his colleague restrain and then
tease Cumslut in the sling. But his attention was not held there -- his
own cock twitched sharply within the slickened latex sheath he wore when an
audacious Viking reached out and began to massage his Master's nuts through
the shining black rubber. As Trojan's manhood thickened back into instant
erection, he grunted his delight at the sub before him.

Viking's eyes peered out from the slits in the hood he wore, drinking in
yet again the sight of his man, muscled and powerful, garbed in dark,
shining hide. The parachute weights dragging at his balls seemed to compel
him downwards, and quickly he was on his knees in front of his Master,
facing off at the shining slimy tube of black which was Trojan's sheathed
meat. Instinctively, he leant forward, licking at the long hard prong. As
Viking tasted the combined fluids of lubricant, pre-cum and bodily fluids
coating Master Trojan's sword, his body tingled and his own prick jerked,
yet more pre-ejaculate oozing from his cockhead. Boldly and eagerly, he
swallowed the dominant man's cock, milking it with his lips and throat,
cleaning it and massaging it into excitement.

As he savoured the penis being fed into his gullet, Viking felt Master
Trojan's hands on the back of his head, holding him firmly in place. His
strong, lithe frame trembled with the arousal of being so controlled, and
he offered no resistance when Trojan pulled him slowly away from the
glistening prize upon which he suckled, before pushing him down to the
floor on his back. He spread and lifted his long legs in happy anticipation
around his Master's swarthy frame as the dom reached for his nipples,
attaching alligator clips to the rings in each of his tits. He watched
approvingly as his man connected the other end of the silver chains to his
own pierced chest, connecting them both so that any movement sent waves of
pleasure through each man's body.

Master Trojan grinned as he hovered over his boi. Joined as they were, he
could not move far away without pulling hard at his own chest, yet he
manoeuvered himself around so that he knelt between Viking's upturned
chaps. The black leather, shining chrome and glistening flesh of his slave
excited him yet again. He held a bottle of amyl to Viking's nose and waited
while his partner took a long deep breath, then lifted it to his own face
and sniffing deeply. As the aroma filled the air and the rush began to fill
his body, the dom replaced the lid and set the bottle down, then grabbed
the sub's wrists in his hands. He positioned his throbbing latex weapon at
the entrance to Viking's body, grinding it back and forth across the
winking hole for a few moments as the amyl took full effect, then plunged
himself forward and down, slamming his thick, hard log deep into the
squelching cavity of his slave.

Above them, Master Rammer had enjoyed a languid few minutes of teasing and
tempting the writhing, begging sub in the sling. Drawing imaginary circles
on Cumslut's body with the dildo and sliding its massive rounded head over
the boi's groin gained whispered pleas for more and long groans of
need. Delighting in his game, the dominant began to slap the hard tube of
artificial cock against the sub's abdomen, and letting it fall across
Cumslut's cock and balls. The toy was so large that it carried quite a bit
of weight as it fell, and each connection with the sub's skin made the boi
twitch and jump. He was now writhing in the sling, pulling against his
shackles, and Master Rammer could resist his explicit invitations no
longer.

Stepping back from the body on the swaying platform for a minute, Rammer
unbuckled the waist of the chaps he wore, pushing the top down. He then
slid the straps which held the massive dildo around his waist, pulling them
tight. Another strap pulled through between his legs and snapped onto the
waistband as he fed his throbbing prick into the hollowed shaft of the
rubber toy, his testicles filling an empty void behind the fake, and much
larger, nuts of the artificial genitalia. As he relished the warming grip
of the rubber around himself, Rammer re-fastened his chaps, and looked down
at himself in satisfaction. A gigantic black cock jutted from his groin,
it's impossibly large mushroom capped head pointing to the winking muscle
of Cumslut's anus.

Master Rammer felt himself growing even more excited, his prick swelling
within the thick black dildo he wore. Reaching sideways, he grabbed a
handful of lubricating cream, quickly coating his new tool with the
slippery substance before smacking some of it over Cumslut's arse. He wiped
his hands roughly on the sweat sheened skin of the sub in front of him and
pulled a bottle of amyl from a pouch at his waist, untwisting the lid and
holding it beneath Cumslut's nostrils. He watched approvingly as the sub
took several deep breaths, then lifted it to his own face and toked
long. Again, he lowered the open mouth of the brown bottle to his boi, and
again Cumslut drew a couple of long snorts from the aroma.

Even as he re-capped the bottle, Master Rammer could feel the wash of
excitement within himself, could see the writhing arousal in his
partner. He slowly inched himself in between Cumslut's legs, pressing the
rounded knob of the toy against the slave's sphincter. As Cumslut looked up
at him, wide eyes filled with desire, Rammer pushed forward
tentatively. The massive black knob met with some resistance and Rammer
stopped, holding his position as his partner winced and accustomed himself
to the new invader.

"Unnhhh, yeah," the sub hissed. "Slide into me now," he nodded.

Rammer complied, slowly but firmly pushing in again. Cumslut's beautiful
hole opened around the shining black cockhead and his Master penetrated
that body further. More resistance, more waiting, more affirmation from the
boi and another inward motion prised that mancunt further apart. With a
gasp from the sub, the glans of the toy disappeared and suddenly Cumslut's
face lit up with pleasure.

"Fuck yes, Sir!" he muttered. "Fuck, that is so-o-o good!"

Centimetre by centimetre now, Master Rammer and Cumslut came together; the
long, thick shaft of the dildo sliding deeper and deeper into the boi's
body. For the dom it was a strange sensation. He was penetrating his man
-- the view presented to him was amazingly erotic as the gigantic prick
between his legs entered Cumslut's rectum; yet the usual feeling of heated
wetness was not there. His cock felt gripped and slippery, but somehow
detached. Yet the arousal was intense for him as he happily watched the way
his slave reacted to the ever growing presence of the rubber toy within his
gut.

Bottoming out at last, Rammer paused once more as the huge round black
balls came to rest against Cumslut's arse cheeks. The sub's eyes were like
saucers, his cock swollen and twitching. Another round of shared amyl, then
Rammer began to fuck his boi in earnest, sliding out slowly, then driving
back inwards with long measured strokes. Cumslut moaned and gasped as the
fucking began, writhing in the sling as his chute was ravaged and every
nerve ending in his body screamed with ecstasy.

As Master Rammer and Cumslut started to fuck with intensity, Trojan
continued his pounding of Viking's arse. Still connected as they were, the
rutting motion of his latex covered prick in and out of Viking's hole
translated into shivers of delicious pleasure at his chest with each
movement tugging at the rings through his nipples. He lifted himself and
his mate up, thundering down into Viking's chute with powerful, driving
strokes.

Viking moaned and grunted with each gut filling punch from his Master's
cock. Skewered as he was, all the weight seemed to be on his shoulders with
his arse in the air and Trojan's pile-driver of a prong pounding downward
into him. The ball parachute attached to his nuts had fallen sideways,
dragging his testicles along with it, and wrenching a continuous sense of
pressurised tugging from his eggs that excited him even further. He did not
know how much longer he could withstand this animalistic rutting without
the explosion of orgasm engulfing him, but he hung on as his Master fucked
more and more delight into him with each stroke.

In the sling, Cumslut was lost in a whirlwind of pure ecstasy. His gut was
being filled and fucked by a huge log of slippery smooth rubber attached to
his powerful Master. Lying back with eyes closed, he felt thoroughly
stuffed, the giant invader as thick as a fist and as long as an arm
pounding up into his bowel and sending spasms of electric joy though
him. When he looked up from his delight, it was Master Rammer, sweating and
shiny, black leather and glistening chrome, who owned him and used him,
fucking him with intensity, with power, with pure masculinity. He could
smell the residue of amyl and the musk of mansex as they intermingled with
the aroma of leather. His ears were filled with the wet squelching of his
own body being fucked by the slick rubber dong and the jangling of chains
and screeching leather, and through all of that, the grunting and slapping
of his fellow sub and Master Viking as they fucked hard somewhere close by.

Trojan was still on his knees, still holding Viking's butt up and fucking
down into it, shoving himself deeper and deeper into the boi with every
thrust. His body tingled, his nerves alive as he used his sub and
occasionally glanced sideways to watch with lusty fascination as his
colleague wielded the enormous black rubber dildo on Cumslut. Slowly his
passion built, his need grew, until he knew what he wanted. Ripping his
thick cock from Viking's butt with a loud slurp, he quickly rolled the
sheath away from himself and tossed it to one side, and eagerly slammed his
slick but naked dagger hard and fast into his sub's waiting hole.

His fucking recommenced with intensity then. With each pounding he felt the
sharp tug at his nipples where they were connected to those of his man, and
now that his very masculinity was engulfed in the moist heat of Viking's
gut, he jabbed and rutted harder and deeper, sensing the urgency grow as
his climax approached. With a final thudding jolt he powered himself deep
inside his boi and stopped, willing his cock as far into Viking as it could
go, and exploded. A flood of jism drained from his nuts and filled Viking's
shuddering frame. The sub's sphincter seemed to be milking him, clenching
and releasing in spasms, and suddenly he realised that Viking too was
cumming, the scalding cream of his ejaculate splashing up and across the
dom's gut before dripping back onto Viking's chest.

Master Rammer had continued the incredible penetration of Cumslut, excited
and fascinated by the power he felt at controlling such a massive cock and
using it to open and fill his boi. Slowly building in speed and power with
his thrusts, he stared in wonder as the slave he was using trembled and
gasped at the fucking he was delivering, and moaned in pleasure with the
deep filling that the rubber toy imparted. He registered almost
off-handedly that Master Trojan and his sub Viking were suddenly in the
throes of orgasm, their gasps and shudders exciting him even more as they
crashed together on the floor beside him. Yet the sound of their climax
must have set off a chain reaction within Cumslut, for Rammer quickly
noticed the breathing of his sub change and the rolling of the boi's nuts
as they prepared to empty themselves. Cumslut began to gasp and hiss in
barely audible grunts. Rammer knew the signs, knew that his mate was on the
edge.

He grasped the base of the dildo's shaft with one hand, holding it inside
his sub. With the other hand he undid the straps around his waist and
pulled his now swollen prick out of the toy, aiming it up and over
Cumslut's abdomen. The Master ached with aroused need as Cumslut began to
ejaculate, and fisted his own prong with urgency. The very essence of
sexual release was in the air around him, the other three already exploding
and lost. Rammer could not hold back the wave of passion that crashed down
upon him, and with a shouted grunt, his cock spasmed and released its load
of creamy cum. Like a fountain, he shot up into the air, streamers of
man-cream spewing down across Cumslut. Another shot arced away from him,
over his boi, and splattered down onto Trojan and Viking. Again and again,
his balls contracted and he jettisoned more jizz, until finally he was
spent.

As gently as he could manage, he drew the black dildo out of Cumslut's arse
and helped his partner up from the sling. Both of them were unsteady on
their feet, and giving into exhaustion, they collapsed on the floor,
intertwining arms legs and bodies with the sweating bodies of their friends
in one jumbled mass of leather and flesh.

            ****

Slicked and sweating, still covered in the residue of sexual secretions,
the four men gathered their combined senses together. The scent of amyl and
male lust was heavy on the air and Will led them out into the living room
where they could collapse in more comfort on the lounges. Sean distributed
beers all round to his grateful, sated colleagues.

"I'll bet you'd never get anything like that out at the Peninsula," he
commented wryly.

"No, I can't imagine we would," Noah agreed.

Nick looked thoughtful. "Still, Frank and Patrick have all but outright
asked to join us for some group fun," he noted.

Sean raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised at that," he said quietly. "I really
didn't think my brother would be into anything other than nice vanilla
sex."

"You can stick to vanilla and still have more than two involved," Will
said.

His lover nodded as he considered the possibility. "I guess so. It's just
that Pat always seemed to be only interested in guys with the `right'
image. Maybe it's been so long that I just don't know him anymore ..."

"There may be other things you don't know about him," Nick stated dryly.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Noah looked reprovingly at his man, but shrugged and turned to face
Sean. "There's no easy way to say this, and I hope it doesn't upset you too
much, but we have found out that Patrick is using, even dealing in,
`ice'. You know, crystal meth?" he explained softly.

"Yeah," Sean said sadly. "I know what ice is, and I know Pat is involved
with it, too. As identical twins, we look so much alike that I have been
mistaken for him. I've had guys come up to me thinking I was Pat, and
asking me if they could buy some stuff."

"Are you okay with it?" Nick asked.

"No, I hate it. I hate that kind of thing, and I hate the thought that my
own brother is fucking up his life with it, but that seems to be the least
of my problems with Pat."

"He was even out buying some of that shit the night their uncle was
killed!" Will said, almost as an afterthought.

Nick looked shocked. "You knew about that?" he gasped.

"Sure! We almost got into a fight over the whole thing."

"What do you mean?" Noah asked, curious. "You fought with Patrick?"

Sean chuckled mirthlessly. "No, not at all. I don't think Pat even knows
who Will is. The night after the murder, we were down at the Peel -- it's
a pub not far from here. Some guy came up to me demanding money. He told me
he wasn't some pawn shop, and that if I wanted tina, I'd have to pay for
her with hard cash. I must have looked completely lost, because he
hesitated at that. I remember quite clearly, he stared at me hard and said
`Pat, you listening to me?'. That's when it clicked that he had the wrong
person."

"It took a bit to convince him, but we were with a couple of mates who knew
both Pat and Sean," Will explained. "Eventually, this guy backed off."

"Yeah," Sean continued, "But with a warning. He said to me, `Tell your
fucking brother that his security is no good to me. I want the cash for
last night's deal, and I want it now!'. When I told him that I didn't see
Pat, that I didn't even talk to him, this guy wasn't too happy, but at
least he left us alone."

"'Security'. I wonder what that meant?" Noah mused.

Will grimaced. "He didn't explain. And we weren't ready to go back and
ask."

The conversation silenced for a few minutes. Noah was deep in thought, the
others similarly quiet as they sipped at their drinks.

"I'd like to have a chat with this guy," Noah announced.

"What for?" asked Sean in surprise.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "It's just that the comment about Patrick's
`security' irritates me. I want to see if I can clear it up, try to
understand what he was talking about."

Will looked sceptical. "I doubt that he's going to sit down over a cup of
tea and discuss his `customers' with you."

"Err, no, but I still want to try. We may need to do some quick talking of
our own. Is this guy a regular at the pub you mentioned?"

Sean nodded. "He tends to go to the Peel early, then work his way around
some of the night clubs later."

Noah made a decision. "Then I want you to point him out to us. I'm going to
have a chat with this guy, see what he can tell me. Let's go!"

Will began to laugh, and Sean grinned widely. "What's so funny?" Noah
asked, perplexed.

"The Peel may be a gay bar," Sean explained, "but I don't think you'll get
in dressed like that!" he indicated Noah's cum encrusted leathers
admiringly.

Noah blushed. "And you call me the impetuous one?" Nick chuckled. "We still
have some street clothes in the saddle bags on the bikes. Let's get changed
first, and then we'll take a look at this pub."


Dressed in blue jeans and casual shirts after a quick clean-up, the four
men melted into the general crowd of patrons at the bar where they hoped to
find Patrick's supplier. Being a Monday night, the place wasn't exactly
jumping, although there was still a reasonable number of customers --
enough to keep the owners happy, and enough to attract other
`businessmen'. Within fifteen minutes of arriving, Will nudged Noah's arm,
surreptitiously pointing to a large bear of a man who had just come into
the bar.

"That's the guy," he whispered.

"Do you know his name?"

Sean leaned across to them. "I've heard him called `Dino'," he said,
keeping his head down. He didn't want the guy to recognise him, or to
mistake him for Patrick yet again.

"Why don't you and Will wait outside?" Noah suggested. "Nick and I will
hang around. But stay close in case we need you, okay?"

The younger couple agreed, inconspicuously getting up and making their way
outside. The car was parked directly across the street from the main
entrance, so they took refuge there, knowing they could see anyone entering
or leaving the pub.

Noah watched `Dino' circulate amongst the drinkers, nodding at one or two,
smiling at the room generally. He seemed to be checking the entire bar,
probably looking for anything overly suspicious before he began to ply his
trade. Seemingly satisfied that it was safe enough, he sat himself down at
a small raised table near the rear of the place. Ten minutes passed with
him sitting alone as the couple watched without being obvious. Another man
approached Dino's table, and he nodded a greeting. The two spoke quickly,
heads together and down low, before both of them got up and walked outside.

Nick began to panic. "Are we going to follow him," he asked his mate.

"Just wait and see," Noah cautioned. Almost immediately, Dino returned,
alone, and made his way to his table at the back of the room.

"He just made a sale!" Nick declared. Noah nodded.

"Time for a chat," he said. "Wait here. If I get into trouble, I'll give
you a yell. If we go outside, follow us, but not too close, alright?"

His partner agreed doubtfully, and Noah stood up and strode confidently
across to the bar, ordering a beer. Standing at the counter, he took a long
draught, then turned and looked to where Dino sat. The other man seemed to
be taking no notice of him. Noah ambled toward his table, sidling up to the
man.

"You Dino?" he asked gruffly.

"Depends on who's asking," the man answered, unperturbed.

"Name's Ted," Noah lied. "I'm told you know a mutual acquaintance that I'm
trying to find. Guy by the name of Patrick Feldman. Ring any bells?"

Dino looked blank. "Maybe. What do you want with him?"

"He owes me and my colleagues some money. He made some `purchases' from us
last time he was in Sydney, then skipped town without finalising the
account. I'm here to collect."

Dino laughed then, genuinely amused. "Good luck, mate," he said without
sincerity. "The guy seems to be making a habit of that."

"How so?"

"I'm owed cash by him as well. Haven't seen him for a while now, because he
knows I'm after him."

"I see," Noah hissed, looking menacing. "I guess it's a case of whoever
finds him first then."

"Go for it, buddy," chuckled the dealer. "At least I've got some security
of his. He tells me it's valuable. I might need to find out just how
valuable!"

"Security? What kind of security?" Noah whispered.

The man looked a little lost at that. "Not sure what it is," he
admitted. "Some kinda antique. Looks a bit like an old knife, but it's too
blunt to cut anything, covered in gold and shit. He said he wanted it back,
soon as he got some funds together. I tell you that's the last time I get
fooled by that kinda deal."

"You still got this thing, then?" Noah asked hopefully.

"Oh, yeah, I still got it alright. Why?"

Noah stopped, appearing to think for a moment. "You know where I can find
this Feldman character?" he asked.

"Not sure," Dino answered, his suspicion rising now. "I hear he lives down
Mornington way somewhere, but he ain't in the phone book. Why do you want
to know if I still got his antique thingamy?"

Leaning in closer, Noah whispered conspiratorially. "My, umm, `colleagues'
in Sydney want him found, but they want their money too. He is no use to
them if he can't pay. I might be able to use this thing as leverage to get
the money out of him."

Suddenly, Dino seemed very uninterested in the whole affair. "Listen,
mate," he said quickly. "Give me the dough he owes, and this thing is
yours. What you do with it after that is none of my business!"

"How much?" Noah said simply.

"500?" came the hopeful answer.

Noah suspected that Patrick did not, in fact, owe this man that much, but
without missing a beat, he nodded. "Thirty minutes, here, okay?"

"No," replied the other quickly. "Not in the bar. Across the street, down a
bit to the left, there's an alley. Meet me there."

Noah agreed, and left the man at his table, leaving without a backward
glance. Nick followed him out shortly afterwards. They found Sean and Will
in the car, and quickly explained what had transpired.

"You're going to pay this guy $500 for some supposed antique that Pat left
with him?" Sean asked incredulously. "Are you mad?"

"Maybe," Noah grinned. "But I just have a funny feeling about all of
this. We need to find an ATM."

"Plenty around," Will offered, gesturing along the street.

"I'll get the money," Nick offered. "You guys set yourselves up somewhere
where you can see what's happening in that alley without being spotted."
Quietly, he leaned into Noah. "You sure about this?" he asked his man.

"No, Nick," Noah confessed. "But it's something at least. Maybe I'm barking
up the wrong tree, I just don't know."

"I trust your hunches," Nick said with a comforting smile. "Just be
careful!"

He repeated his plea half an hour later as Noah set off to wait for Dino in
the laneway as agreed. Sean and Will sat in their car opposite the exit to
the lane, lying low but watching. Nick stood across the main road, trying
to be inconspicuous as he surveyed the narrow, darkened alley carefully.

Dino arrived shortly after the appointed time, ambling unhurriedly along
the street to his rendez-vous with Noah. Almost immediately he removed a
short, thin package from his coat and handed it to Noah, who in return held
out to him the notes. The drug dealer counted the money quickly, as Noah
said something to him. Neither Nick, nor Sean or Will could hear any of the
conversation, but the two men appeared to be talking easily now, with no
obvious sign of unease from either of them.

"What are they doing?" Will asked eventually, "Having a chat?"

Sean grimaced. "I don't know, but I just wish Noah would get out of there!"

His wish came true a few minutes later, as Noah emerged from the
shadows. Dino could be seen heading back to the bar, and Nick joined the
other three as they got into Sean's car and drove off.

"That was interesting," Noah commented.

"Interesting!?!" Nick huffed. "It was bloody dangerous. And what on earth
were you talking to him about for so long?"

"That's what is interesting," Noah explained. "He filled me in a bit more
on what Patrick had to say the night of Wes' murder!"




... 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!