Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 17:10:51 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nick & Noah - Part 8

Copyright for this story belongs to and remains with the author. I don't
have any major objection to my work being re-distributed, but ASK FIRST!!!

This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not
continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but
you proceed at your own risk.

This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may
inspire new work, please feel free to contact me ^Ö all emails will be
answered to the best of my ability. Iainlthr@hotmail.com.


Nick and Noah - Chapter 8


The sound of the doorbell at 3.00 in the morning caused both Nick and Noah
to look up, and then at each other in alarm. They were both exhausted after
the rigours of the day, and their exertions in their special dungeon with
Jim as an audience. Noah had been relaxing on the sofa while Nick worried
himself over the absence of Indiana, their dog, when the sound rang out. Jim
had headed off to shower away the residue of their shared sex.

"Detective Roarty!?" Noah declared as he cracked the door.

"Mr. Sorensen, I know it's late, but something has come up which is
extremely urgent, and I need to speak to both yourself and Mr. Giannis."

>From the living room, Nick could hear the policeman's voice, could sense the
undertone of urgency, and something more; was it menacing?

Roarty followed Noah into the lounge area, and stood his ground as Noah took
a stance behind Nick's seat. The two men had questioning looks as Roarty
regarded them with a strange light in his eyes.

"You're both here, good!" he said quietly. "I understand that you, Mr.
Sorensen, had a ^Å 'meeting', with a lady by the name of 'Lena' earlier
tonight?"

"Yes, that's right!" said Noah in surprise. "More than that! She confessed
to me that she had arranged for the murder of Geoff Renouf. They had been
lovers, and it was a payback for him leaving her! We were going to come and
see you first thing in the morning about it. But how did you know?"

"How I know is immaterial! The fact is that you know. Playing these little
games of dress-up can be very dangerous Mr. Sorensen. I did ask you to leave
this investigation to the experts^Å"

"But you weren't following anything up!" Nick burst out. "You told us to
back off in so many words. She was getting away with murder, literally!"

Roarty took little notice of the outburst. "Yes, well ^Å" he stopped to
think, carefully regarding the two men before him. "It was very clever of
you to figure this out, but not very smart!" he said softly, the menace
creeping back into his voice. "I warned you, but unfortunately you took no
notice, so now you'll have to pay the price ^Å"

As Nick began to renew his protest, Roarty reached quickly into his jacket
and pulled out a revolver, pointing it squarely at Noah's face.

"WHAT ^Å???" shouted Nick.

"Quiet!" hissed the cop. "You two have caused enough trouble. It's time you
were silenced - for good."

"Why on earth does it matter to you that Lena had Geoff Renouf killed?"
asked Nick, stunned at the actions of the detective.

"Because he is the one she arranged to have do the killing!" said Noah to
Nick, nodding in Roarty's direction, thinking ahead, and at the same time
trying to buy them a chance at escape.

"Close, but not quite right!" snapped Roarty. "She came to me and wanted
this Renouf guy dead, so I helped out, but I didn't pull the trigger. Too
risky. I arranged for a professional hit man to do the dirty work, and made
sure he was well paid and well out of the State before we found the gun."

"Then how are you going to explain us?" Noah asked desperately. "There's
nobody to fill in for you tonight!"

"Maybe not, but you didn't leave me much choice after your little visit to
Lena earlier this evening. But this time I'll make sure the gun isn't found
- that'll give the boys in homicide something to argue over for months.
Besides, they're not gonna look too closely at a gay lovers' tiff, are
they?" Roarty sneered as he said this, a look of something akin to
disappointment in his eyes.

"I still don't understand how you're involved," said Nick. "You at least
could explain that."

"I don't have to explain anything," the cop snapped. "But since you two are
so determined, and you're not going to be in any position to repeat it, I
suppose you might as well hear the whole story."

"So^Å?" prompted Nick.

"Lena asked me to have Renouf taken care of," Roarty began. "She made it
very clear what she wanted. And if I refused, she'd make my life extremely
difficult, and ruin my career."

"How could she do that?"

Roarty sighed, and for just a second he looked away from the two, before
quickly concentrating again, and re-aiming his weapon. "Lena is, no was, my
lover!"

Nick gasped.

"Your lover?" said Noah, truly surprised.

"Yep! We broke up about two years ago, after she decided that she wanted
something different."

"Sounds like a familiar story!" muttered Nick softly.

The cop smiled wryly. "I guess so. Lena introduced me to the world of
bondage - as his slave boy. But then he decided he preferred being on the
receiving end, and that I wasn't the one to do the giving. So he left. But
not before he made, and kept, a very interesting little videotape of our
last few times together, in his own private dungeon. That tape would make me
the laughing stock of the Force, AND destroy any future I had!"

"So why not kill Lena instead?" asked Noah quietly.

"Two reasons: First, I don't know where the original tape is, or who has
copies of it. And second ^Å" he stopped, his brow furrowing as his mind
raced. "Second, I guess that in some way, I'm still in love with him! I
couldn't kill him even if I wanted to."

Noah almost felt sorry for the man who was about to kill him. Almost. He
also watched carefully as Detective Roarty stood there, emotions fighting
within his mind, his gun wavering. There was absolute silence in the room,
not a sound to be heard. The quiet lasted perhaps a minute and a half,
although it could have been hours.

Suddenly, a noise intruded; a strange scratching sound from the other room.
Roarty turned slightly in confusion, then let out a startled cry as Indiana
launched himself from nowhere, bounded off an arm-chair, and with a growl
which made him sound more like a Doberman than a Terrier, snapped his jaw
closed over the policeman's wrist. As Roarty suddenly backed away, shaking
his arm and trying to free himself from the dog, he dropped the gun, which
spun away and under a chair. Noah and Nick both leapt to their feet, but as
they did Jim appeared from the hallway, naked and dripping with water. With
a yell, he grabbed a large glass vase from a side table, lifted it over his
head and brought it down on Roarty's skull with a sickening thud.

Pandemonium broke out for about ten seconds as Nick dived to rescue Indiana,
Noah scurried to check on the now unconscious cop, and Jim dropped the vase,
which shattered on the tile floor, as he stood there shaking with fear and
excitement.

"Is he dead?" stuttered Jim.

"No, just knocked out!" Noah assured him. "How's Indie?" he asked Nick.

"Fine, maybe a loose tooth, but no injuries."

"Okay!" Noah began to take control. "Nick, ring the cops, and an ambulance,
and try to settle Indiana down outside for the moment. Jim, get some clothes
on and then come and keep an eye on this character so I can find some rope
to tie him up, just in case he comes around again."

As Nick went to the phone, Jim stood there, still shaking. "I just finished
showering when I heard the bell go. I didn't want to walk out naked, and
then I heard what he said ^Å I couldn't do anything without risking him
firing the damn gun ..." he blubbered.

"Jim, it's okay, we're okay. Go and get dressed. The place will be full of
people any minute." At last Jim came to himself enough to do as he was told.
When he had clothed himself, he sat over Roarty while Noah searched out some
twine from the kitchen and quickly and tightly bound Roarty's hands and
ankles.

Detective Roarty began to moan, and his eyes fluttered open, just as the
ambulancemen arrived. Right behind them was a patrol car, and behind that an
unmarked police vehicle, with Sgt. Jamieson aboard. As the paramedics
checked the tied officer, Noah quickly explained to the other cop what had
happened, how Roarty had come to their home and threatened to shoot them.
"We have witnesses!" he said, as much to reassure himself as the police.
"And the gun hasn't been touched. It's over there under the lounge!"

"I believe you!" Jamieson said. "I've had some suspicions about Roarty
myself for the last few days. He's been acting strangely all week." He
quickly placed the gun in a plastic bag for later examination, as Roarty was
wheeled away on a gurney.

"Go with him, and stay by his side until I get there!" Jamieson said sternly
to a young cop who nodded, wide eyed.

"Now, you'd better tell me the whole story ^Å" Jamieson addressed the three
friends when the commotion had died down a little.

Suddenly all three began to speak, a cacophony of unintelligible sound
filling the room. Jamieson shrugged his shoulders and held his hand in the
air, waiting patiently until the noise died down. He looked at Noah.

"You, Mr. Sorensen, isn't it?"

Noah nodded.

"You start!"

Noah took a breath, looking at Nick and Jim for support. "Well, it all began
when Jim went missing ^Å"

"Ah, the infamous Mr. Richards. Go on!"

"It seems that Jim had met Geoff - Mr. Renouf, the one who was murdered -
through a newspaper advert, and they became lovers. They arranged to go away
together to a property up the coast for a few days."

"This is the property where Renouf was killed?" Jamieson asked.

"That's right. Now before he had started seeing Jim, Geoff had occasionally
seen a drag queen who goes by the name of Lena. At the same time, this Lena
was supposedly seeing Michael Thompson who Jim worked with at Bobby
Goldsmith Foundation, so when Jim phoned Michael and told him he wouldn't be
in for a few days, Michael saw it as a chance to prove to Lena that her new
'friend' was seeing someone else. He, Michael, told us that Jim was missing,
hoping we could find Jim and Geoff together, and provide Michael with the
evidence he wanted to show to Lena.

"We started looking around, and notified you guys that Jim was missing, then
asked some questions of our own. We spoke to Lena ourselves, and she told us
how to locate Geoff ^Å"

Jamieson held up his hand. "Wait a minute! Why did she tell you where to
find Mr. Renouf? I thought she was seeing him too?"

"She was," Noah continued, "but she also knew he was seeing someone else.
She figured that if we found Jim with Geoff's dead body, that it would
automatically place suspicion on Jim."

"But how did she know Mr. Renouf would be dead?"

Noah grinned wryly. "Because she had arranged for him to be killed! When she
found out Geoff wasn't interested in her anymore, she decided to take her
revenge by having him murdered. And that's where your Detective Roarty comes
into the picture."

Sgt. Jamieson raised his eyebrows again, scribbling furiously in his
notebook. "Go on," he said.

"It turns out that Lena had at one time been Roarty's lover. Apparently she
has some very embarrassing videotapes of the two of them together, which she
used to blackmail Roarty into helping her. He was the one who contacted the
killer and arranged for Renouf to be murdered."

"Okay," said Jamieson, his mind ticking over slowly as he digested the
information. "But why did Detective Roarty come here? Why did he want to
kill you two?"

"Because we discovered the whole story! We managed to get Lena to confess
that she had arranged for Geoff to be killed, and why. We were planning on
coming in to see you tomorrow morning with all the information we had. But
Roarty obviously spoke to Lena after we did, and realised that we had worked
it out, so he came here to shut us up!"

"He confessed the whole thing," Nick jumped in at this point. "We have three
witnesses - all of us heard what he said!"

As Jamieson looked at each of them, Noah, Nick and Jim all nodded their
confirmation.

"Very well!" Jamieson declared. "I'll leave you gentlemen for now, but we'll
speak again at more length later. Don't go leaving town without letting me
know!"

After the police had left, Noah, Nick and Jim finally relaxed once more. It
was almost dawn, and they were all tired, but sleep wasn't going to come
easily after the events of the night.

"It's sad, you know," Jim declared. "Geoff is dead, Michael is desolate, and
I feel just wasted and emptied, and all because some fool of a drag queen
couldn't accept that she wasn't the one and only love in Geoff's life. Even
Roarty has suffered incredibly, because of her need to control people."

Noah nodded sagely. "Yes, she couldn't separate the role playing of
domination and submission in the 'bedroom', from real life. In a way, she's
just as much to be pitied as the ones she hurt, including you!"

"Mmmm," mumbled Jim. "I doubt that I'll ever be able to get involved with
anyone ever again without wondering about their past, about who might be
following them around. It kinda makes it hard to build a relationship,
doesn't it?"

"No, Jim, don't be like that!" Nick said, comforting their friend. "Lena was
a one-off. You have to overlook what happened with Geoff, and tell yourself
that there is someone out there for you. You can't live your life full of
'what ifs' and 'maybes'. You're a great person, and all you need is to find
the right man who realises that!"

"Yeah ^Å" said Jim, but very unconvincingly.

*****

"So Lena got five years, and Roarty got six years," Noah finished. It was
almost four months since the night that he, Nick and Jim had been almost
killed themselves, and the cases had quickly come to court and been dealt
with.

"It won't be easy for either of them!" Nick stated. "A drag queen and a
former cop. They'll both be in for some really hard times in prison."

"Roarty, maybe," said Jim. "But I wonder if Lena might actually enjoy it!"

They chuckled together at the thought of Lena locked away with all those men
ready to dominate and control her.

"So how's your love life?" Nick asked Jim with a smile.

"Nothing to report," Jim replied wistfully.

"You don't still dwell on what happened do you?"

"I try not to, but sometimes I just can't help it."

"Just remember," said Noah, "that we're here for you if you need us."

"Thanks guys!"

***********************************************


"Oh, yesss, fuck me, Sir! Please, fuck me now!" The words were hissed from
within a leather hood which obscured most of his face, but the man who spoke
them writhed in pleasure on the suspended platform of the sling, his wrists
locked in handcuffs which bound him to the chains supporting the floating
black cocoon.

"You want it, boy? You want this, do you?" demanded the leather-clad master
who towered over him. Moving his hips from side to side, the dominant man
waved his rampant, blood engorged cock at the figure lying there, droplets
of pre-cum splattering across the supine body. From a mouth only just
visible beneath mirrored glasses and a police cap with shining visor pulled
low, white teeth gleaming amongst the bush of a dark beard and moustache,
came the question. "How much do you want it, son? Tell me!"

"I need it, Sir! Need you to fuck me and use me, please?" The taller, smooth
bodied man in the sling begged his master. His entire body was tensed and
trembling with arousal, the anticipation of being controlled sending shivers
throughout his frame. His long cock was hard as steel, its base circled with
a ring of shining chrome, his testicles pulled down with the weight of a
dark ball-parachute. His nipples were brown erections, teased into hardness
by a length of chain connecting the silver rings, which pierced each
extended nub. The bands of leather strapped around his torso in a full
harness held him tightly; just as the shimmering hide of the chaps he wore
gripped at his raised and booted legs, his feet held high by stirrups
hanging from the chains that held the sling in place. He looked again at his
partner, seeing once more the compact, muscled form of his mate, dark skin
against darker hide, leather and metal studs fashioned into a harness which
wrapped his upper body, the throbbing sword of his man's thick prong
extending from a shining pouch framed by skin tight chaps and aiming itself
directly at the waiting, puckering target of his arse.

The 'master' stood silently for a few moments, drinking in the sight
presented to him, his weapon throbbing as he readied himself to take what
the submissive body before him offered so eagerly. He lifted a small dark
vial to his nose and inhaled deeply before leaning forward and holding the
same bottle below the nostril holes in the hood. His 'boy' sniffed at the
pungent aroma, once, twice, then dropped his head back onto the sling
itself. The dominant leatherman moved forward now, positioning his tool so
that the meaty roundness of his cockhead nudged at the soft concavity of his
lover's entrance, the oozing pre-cum from his slit mixing with the generous
lube already smoothed over that inviting pink hole. As the effects of the
amyl raced through his system and his pulse rate jumped, he gripped the
straps of his boy's harness and hefted the prone body backwards, driving his
rock hard member deep into the soft warm bowel of the other man.

Shivering with excitement as he breathed in the scent of the drug, the slave
revelled in the rush of amazing, enhanced sensations which flooded him. He
could feel every touch, every tremble, magnified a hundredfold as his heart
pounded. The warmth of his master's slicked prong at his flexing ring made
him ache with desire, and he forced himself to relax, to open his sphincter
muscles in readiness. Suddenly, that mighty log of flesh was forced through
his defences, opening him wide and sinking into his body, caressing his
prostate and filling him completely. The momentary pain of initial
penetration was forgotten as the waves of incredible pleasure washed through
him with the plunging descent into his innards of that wonderful pole of
flesh-coated steel. He clenched his arse around the invading monster,
gripping at it and milking it as he gasped and groaned in delight.

Speedily, the two men fell into a smooth, rollicking motion. The master used
the pendulum swing of the leather platform, combining it with his own
thrusts, to sink his thick cock deep into his boy before drawing back until
only the mushroom cap of his glans remained embedded in the other body, then
driving forward again until the entire length of his meat was buried to its
root within his partner. With long, powerful thrusts he sank himself again
and again into his mate, a pile driver ramming his stake deep and hard into
the accommodating wet heat of his slave's innards. Sweat glistened on his
skin, matting the coat of fur on his chest and dripping in scalding spots
onto the sheened, smooth body of the man into whom he shoved his masculinity
with fervour. He trembled with arousal, his nerves and his sensations
concentrated on that point where he and his lover were connected, his
throbbing penis engulfed in warm wetness and swallowed by the other's
rectum.

Panting with passionate excitement, the slave lay back into the comforting,
empowering hide of the sling and surrendered to pure bliss. His body was
filled with a pounding completeness as he struggled vainly at the steel
restraints around his wrists, excited even more by the lack of control he
had, by the subjugation he experienced in favour of the strong dominant man
who now shoved himself deeper and deeper into his body. He moaned out loud
with the tingling delight which racked his body as his master prodded and
poked at him, thrusting hard and fast, swaying from side to side so that the
poker of heated flesh which invaded his chute nudged into every corner of
his bowel, explored him and owned him.

Locked together in the darkened room, the two men became one. The slave
surrendered himself and in doing so possessed the very masculinity of his
master. The master pounded himself deeper and faster into his slave's body,
and in the process gave himself to the man who coupled with him to form a
grunting, heaving beast of pure maleness. Neither spoke, but the place was
filled with the erotic symphony of lusty congress. The clinking of the
chains joined with the screeching of the leather to form a background to the
chorus of breathy moans and the constant squelching of their fucking. They
hunched and hissed as one, sweated and gasped as they took of each other and
gave to one another in a union only two excited and lust-filled men can
know, pushing each other closer and closer to fulfillment as their passion
grew and their arousal peaked.

Unable to control their base urges, throwing all inhibitions to the wind,
the two fucked and pounded, swore and groaned as they approached their peak.
In a blinding flash of total ecstasy, the leathered master slammed himself
one final time into his lover and held tightly to the binding harness as his
body was racked with spasms and he emptied his seed deep inside the inner
being of his mate. In response, almost simultaneously, the slave shook and
let out a breathless cry as his nuts boiled over and a torrent of creamy
jizz exploded from his cock, covering his smooth, ridged abdomen with the
sticky cum. His master remained locked in place, depositing his very essence
in the warm, welcoming receptacle that was his lover's body.

Eventually, reluctantly, they acknowledged that their shared orgasm had
passed, and they carefully separated for a moment, the master undoing his
slave's restraints, and helping the taller man from the sling, to stand face
to face, body to body, as they embraced, kissing long and tenderly in the
warm haze of post-coital bliss. Almost in slow motion, they collapsed
together onto a mattress on the floor, lying beside each other as fingers
and hands continued to explore the sated but still heated bodies.

"Fucking hell, that was incredible!" whispered the slave boy, a satisfied
smile on his face.

"Oh yeah," replied his Master. "You are fantastic. I'm never going to let
you go!"

They laughed quietly together, basking in the glow of newly discovered
infatuation, and the embryonic delight of developing love.

"You know, I have a hundred fantasies I want to share with you," grinned the
submissive man, looking up at his friend's face.

"Ditto!" replied his man. "And one of the strongest is to kidnap you, tie
you up and take you off to some remote place where I can use you as my sex
toy for days and days without being disturbed and ^Å" he stopped suddenly.
The look of pleasure and expectation on his mate's face had suddenly
disappeared, a cloud of concern, even fear replacing it.

"Jim, Jim?" he said, reaching forward, taking the smooth man's face between
his hands. "Are you okay?"

"Unh, yeah," replied Jim, shaking his head as if to dispel the demons that
had emerged.

"Hey, if that freaks you out, then just forget I said it, okay? I wouldn't
want to do anything you weren't comfortable with."

Jim grinned weakly. "I'm sorry David," he said. "It's actually one of my
strongest fantasies too. But I tried it once, with disastrous results!"

"Want to talk about it?"

"Yeah, actually, I do. But before I tell you the whole story, I'd like to
introduce you to two very special friends of mine. Their names are 'Nick'
and 'Noah'."


The End


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!