Date: Fri, 04 Jul 2003 13:21:24 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Opposites Attract - Ch 8

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Opposites Attract -- Chapter 8


Friday dawned, the `big day' for Jeff's confrontation of Ken, the bigoted
supervisor who had sacked Michael and Tim. As he lay next to Michael in bed
that morning, Jeff looked at the sleeping face of his man and a tremendous
wave of joy rolled over him. Something made Michael stir, and his eyes
fluttered open to find Jeff so close beside him.

"Morning," Michael muttered sleepily.

"Good morning, handsome," Jeff answered. "Michael, I love you!"

"I love you too," Michael said, coming to consciousness. "Is something
wrong?"

"Nothing at all. I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, and how
proud I am of you. But Michael," and his face became serious, "if you don't
want to go ahead with this, just say so, and I'll call it off, right now, no
questions."

"No, my wonderful man," Michael said, sure of himself. "It needs to be done,
and with you to support me, I guess I'm the best one to do it."

They kissed, long and tender, reluctant to let the moment pass. A knock at
the door reminded them the day was here, and Phillip came in after Jeff's
call to present coffee and to enquire as to clothes they wanted.

Jeff dressed in a suit, but told Michael to wear casual clothes for the
afternoon, and asked him to call Tim and get Tim to wear something similar.
They arranged for Phillip to collect Tim after he had dropped Jeff at the
studio, then come back and get Michael before taking them both to a meeting
point not far from the building site, where Jeff and the camera crew would
join them.

By shortly before midday, they were all assembled. Jeff directed proceedings
like a general going to war. It was decided that as soon as they all
arrived, Michael was to point out the supervisor, so that the cameramen knew
whom to focus upon, and then Jeff would lead Michael and Tim over to speak
with the man. A couple of burly security guards were to follow close behind
but out of camera angle for caution. Tim laughed, "I hope he hasn't decided
to take the day off!"

What happened from then on became something of a blur in Michael's mind. The
cars carrying himself, Tim and Jeff and the camera crew arrived just as the
majority of the workers were returning from their lunch break. Michael
stepped from the car, and indicated which of them was Ken, his former
supervisor. Jeff checked that the crew had identified the man, and led a
caravan of people directly toward him. Ken stopped in his tracks,
momentarily amazed to see Jeff Shaw bearing down on him, and then he spotted
Michael and Tim in hot pursuit, and knew what was coming, but Jeff had him
cornered. With the cameras rolling, he launched into his questions. The
supervisor was caught unprepared, and instinctively he tried to defend his
actions, becoming angry and rude as he did. And portraying himself as even
more of a crude standover man than Michael remembered him.

Jeff launched a barrage of accusations at him, allowing him just enough time
after each to make himself look even worse before the next was asked. And
through it all Jeff remained calm, ice cold, as he ensured the man dug
himself deeper and deeper into a hole.

The last few questions seared their way into Michael's brain.

"So you fired these men for no other reason than that they are gay?"

"Yeah, that's a good enough reason for me."

"But how did being gay affect their work?"

"They're fuckin queers!"

"But they worked hard, did what they were asked?"

"Bloody poofs can't work!"

"I have witnesses who say they were good workers," Jeff pushed the
microphone into the man's face again.

"I won't work with no homo's on my job!" Ken was almost shouting now.

"Did they ever try to attack you, or molest you?"

The supervisor laughed. "Wouldn't wanna try. I'd bloody well kill the
bastards if they did."

"So you didn't even know they were gay until someone else told you?"

"Whaddas that matter?"

"And then you fired them on the spot? For no other reason than that you
don't like gay people?"

Ken spat his words out, shaking with rage. "Look here, fuckwit, I ain't
havin' no queers around here. This is my site an' I run it like I want! And
that means no poofs!"

Jeff's voiced turned soft but menacing. "Are you aware, sir, that you are
breaking the law by refusing to let these men do their job?"

"I DON'T CARE!" screamed the man, furious now. "NO GAYS, OKAY!"

"But they have rights..."

At that the supervisor lost his self control completely. Hurling abuse, he
pushed at Jeff, knocking the microphone to the ground, and ran at the
cameraman, shoving his hand over the lens. The security men were there in an
instant, keeping him away from Jeff, Tim and Michael, and from the
equipment, but other than that they made no attempt to restrain him. The
cameras continued to record his antics as he lashed out, grabbing pieces of
timber and slamming them into the ground, determined to vent his anger in
the only way he knew how.

Jeff called a retreat at that, and the team quickly took to their vehicles
and made their escape. The camera crew were in one vehicle, and they headed
straight back to the studio, while Jeff, Michael and Tim were in Jeff's car
with Phillip driving, and they slowly headed for Tim's home. Jeff was really
pumped, his emotions able to be released now that he was away from Ken.

"That guy was such a pig!" he marvelled, unable to sit still as he twisted
to speak with the others. "I don't know how either of you managed to put up
with him for so long. I felt like thumping him, I just wanted to make him
eat his words. What an arsehole!"

Michael smiled. He had never seen Jeff so worked up.

"But I got him!" Jeff continued. "I nailed him. He's going to really look
like a fool. We'll show the world what a pain he is."

"It's funny, but I almost felt sorry for him," mused Michael. "Being caught
off guard like that and all."

"When did he ever give either of you a break?" Jeff exploded. "He deserved
everything he got. You're too nice Michael." And then he softened a little.
"Maybe that's why I love you," he smiled.

Tim gave an exaggerated grimace which resulted in all three laughing, and
the tension ebbed away. They dropped him at his home, and went on towards
their own place. Jeff called in on the mobile, and told Suzie he was taking
the rest of the day off, and that he would be in first thing Monday morning
to see the `rushes' on what they'd filmed this afternoon. "But it's good,
Suzie," he said enthusiastically, "I know it's good!"

***

On Monday morning, Jeff headed for his office early, still buzzing with the
rush from Friday's confrontation. He could barely wait to see how the story
was coming together. As he made his way into the screening room, one of the
editors who had been working on it over the weekend looked up.

"You've got a real winner this time, Mr Shaw," he said enthusiastically.

As Jeff watched the video roll, he agreed. Everything about Ken screamed
`unfair bastard', and Michael and Tim came across as innocent, battling
victims. It wasn't just good, it was great, and Jeff was proud of it. He had
Suzie contact the company Ken worked for and inform them that he was doing a
story on the unfair dismissal of two of their employees by their supervisor
who discriminated against people on the basis of their sexuality, and to
offer them a right of reply. Then he locked himself in his office and penned
a first draft of the introduction he would use for the piece. By the time
his draft was ready to go to the writers for refining, Suzie had confirmed
the company was making `no comment', and Jeff was doing the rounds of the
office, congratulating everyone on a great job. Again, his changed
personality was the subject of comment, but no-one was complaining. The new
Jeff was a very likeable person.

By Wednesday they had recorded the lead-in, and put the finishing touches on
the entire story. Jeff ordered a personal copy of the show made for him and
phoned first Michael and then Tim, arranging for Tim to come to the house
that evening so the three of them could watch the final version themselves
before it went to air.

As they relaxed in front of the large screen TV in the study, Jeff lay back
and Michael cuddled into him. He hit the play button on the remote and his
own image appeared on the screen, explaining about the laws against
discrimination, and how those laws were often disobeyed by people who
thought they could use their position to ignore them. He gave a brief
summary of what had happened to Tim and Michael, and snippets of their
interviews were interspersed with shots of building sites in general, and
comments from unidentifiable people telling how good, hard working men Tim
and Michael were. Then the scene from that Friday afternoon was shown, with
Ken ranting and raving, abusing Michael and Tim and then even Jeff before
launching into his physical attack. The show finished with a note that the
company had been offered a chance to respond, but had declined. The three of
them sat in complete silence as the credits began to roll.

"What do you think?" Jeff asked Michael.

"Incredible! If I wasn't part of it I'd be so angry with Ken and with the
company..."

"It's great," added Tim. "I actually feel proud to have been part of it."

Jeff grinned. "Well, unless either of you have any objections, it goes to
air on Monday night as our first show of the new season. That guarantees an
audience of at least one and a half million, maybe more!"

As it turned out, the show rated very well, attracting an estimated audience
of over two million viewers across the country. It gained critical comment
for it's `incisive and hard hitting expose' and Jeff received calls and
notes of encouragement and congratulations from all quarters. The stations
which aired the show had their switchboards jammed with callers, more than
85 percent of whom were supportive of Michael and Tim, and railed against
Ken and the company.

In the weeks which followed, Jeff arranged for Michael and Tim to consult a
lawyer about what had happened. Tim managed to find himself a new job,
working as a shop assistant in a large department store which suited him
much better than the labouring work he had been doing, and Michael started
school again.

******

In his spare time, away from the classes, Michael had begun work on their
`cave' as they had both come to refer to it. He had ordered and fixed large
floor to ceiling mirrors all along one wall, and covered the remaining walls
and the back of the door in heavy padding, over which he stapled a heavy
rubber backed material that looked remarkably like black leather, but was
much cheaper and easier to work with. Jeff had protested, claiming they
could afford to do it in genuine hide, but Michael pointed out that apart
from the expense, there was no need as it was purely for show, and added
that real leather would probably stretch and sag over time, while this stuff
could be easily re-fitted if necessary.

On the floor of the cave, Michael had laid a heavy duty black vinyl
flooring, and over that went a layer of  underlay similar to the stuff they
used for putting below carpets. And then he really started spending money!
He had become a regular shopper at one of the leather stores, and had
ordered a full platform leather sling, with head rest, supporting chains and
foot stirrups. In addition, he had picked out and ordered a `slave bench' --
a kind of cross between a massage table and a saw-horse which was made of
black steel and covered in padded black leather and designed so that a slave
could be cuffed or chained into varying positions by restraining arms, legs
and/or torso, while still leaving his vital anatomy exposed and vulnerable!

At the same time, Michael purchased several soft black leather sheets, and
asked them to take a stack more of the large squares of dark hide, and sew
them together professionally with as seamless joins as possible to form a
huge expanse of leather. He gave them the measurements, and the salesman
whistled.

"That's not going to be cheap!" he remarked. Michael smiled knowingly,
assured him it would be okay, and paid a large deposit. His intention was to
cover the entire floor in beautiful, supple, aromatic black leather.

While he waited for his orders to be completed, Michael set about making use
of the carpentry skills he had begun to acquire. He constructed a set of
shelves, somewhat like a cocktail trolley only lower and wider, and placed
castors on its legs. He built a simple clothes rack of soft timber,
consisting of a high rod for hanging space, with numerous hooks and pegs
down the side supports. Both of these were then painted in several coats of
glossy black paint. He also fixed strong hooks to the ceiling beams where he
wanted the sling to be placed, and finished the ceiling off with insulation
pads, and recessed light wells into which he fitted red globes. The roof
then got the same covering of leather-look material as the walls, except for
a large mirror which he bolted to the ceiling directly above where the sling
would hang. He proudly displayed his work as it progressed to Jeff, who
teased him about the delays, but secretly swelled with pride at what Michael
had done.

Jeff and Michael had settled into their new living arrangements very
quickly, and both of them wore almost permanent smiles. They were so happy
together and their love deepened with each passing day, under the watchful
and silently approving eyes of Phillip, while their enjoyment of each
other's bodies continued each night. Jeff's staff still wondered at his
change of personality, but since Michael only ever called him on his private
direct line which was answered by himself or Suzie and no-one else, his
secret remained in place. In fact, Michael and Suzie were becoming quite
chatty by telephone, and Suzie also heartily approved of Jeff's new
relationship, and the beneficial effects it had brought.

Michael found that he enjoyed school tremendously. He had a sharp mind, and
picked things up quickly, so that every new subject was like a world opening
up to him. He did well, better than even Jeff had expected. Time passed, and
life went from good to better for the two men. They stayed in touch with
Tim, who had become a friend, and presided over his well being to some
extent, offering advice and encouragement, and constantly reminding him that
he should find a husband and settle down.

The shop finally called to say that Michael's orders were ready, and he
excitedly collected the items he had been waiting for, adding a number of
`surprises' as he did. He carefully laid and smoothed the leather flooring
in place, re-assembled the slave bench, and hung the sling from the bolts in
the ceiling beams. A mattress he had purchased earlier went onto the floor
against the rear wall, and he covered it with a sheet of the softest black
kid leather. In one corner he placed a small bar fridge, which he had
painted matte black, and stocked with beer and amyl nitrate.

As he was finishing, he heard a cough behind him, outside the still open
door of the cave. Wheeling around and walking out, Michael found Phillip
standing outside, looking away from the black room, with a tray bearing a
cup of steaming coffee.

"I thought you might like a drink, Mr Michael," said the old man.

Phillip had so far stuck to their agreement, and had not entered the 'cave'
since Michael started transforming it. As Michael took the proffered
beverage and thanked Phillip, he looked hard at the man, wondering what he
thought of the project. Since that day at Michael's old flat, he had not
spoken with Phillip on a personal level again.

Watching the butler then, it occurred to Michael that he really had come to
rely on Phillip a great deal, and that he felt completely comfortable with
him now. Suddenly he realised that Phillip meant a great deal to him, and he
wanted to share his thoughts with the older man. Relenting from his previous
determination, he spoke softly.

"Phillip, you know what I'm doing in there?", indicating the door to the
cave.

"Yes, Mr Michael."

"What do you think of the idea, and don't give me any `it's not my place'
type comments, please?"

"But Mr Michael, if I am not to enter the room, then I can hardly have an
opinion on it, surely?" said Phillip evenly, and for the first time Michael
detected a hint of disapproval. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him.

"I'm sorry, Phillip. I insisted on that when I first started this, and I
guess at that stage I still wasn't completely comfortable about having any
other person, including you, know what we were planning. I really would like
to show it to you now, and to hear your opinion, honestly. Will you forgive
me and take a look?"

The older gentleman nodded politely, and Michael led him into the room,
turning on the lights which bathed it in a warm red glow, and said nothing.
Phillip slowly, carefully walked around the entire cave, examining
everything -- floors, walls, ceilings, and fixtures, without a comment or any
expression on his face. Finally returning to where Michael stood, he took in
the entire picture, and turned to face Michael again.

"Mr Michael, congratulations!" he said, and with a sincerity which surprised
Michael. "You've done a wonderful job. This is most impressive, and I am
sure that yourself and Mr Jeffrey will find it very ... edifying."

Michael studied Phillip's face nervously. "You don't find the whole thing at
all, um, weird?" he asked slowly.

Phillip took a long breath, and smiled. "Michael," he said, and Michael
noted the lack of the formal address, "I think it is absolutely fantastic."
Michael was shocked by the change from the Phillip he had become accustomed
to. Phillip went on. "I am really quite envious. Envious of Jeffrey and
yourself, envious of your love and of this place you now have to enjoy. When
I was your age, if one had feelings for another man, one kept them hidden,
or sought out brief encounters which satisfied physical urges but left the
emotions bereft of expression. Sex between men was illegal, and love was
unheard of. It warms my heart to see that you can now enjoy yourself and
live your life as you wish, and my greatest pleasure comes from knowing that
Jeffrey and yourself are not forced into the celibate fear I knew then."

Michael's head swam. His heart went out to Phillip at that moment as
realisation hit him. "You're gay!" he said softly but firmly. Until that
moment he had never even given a passing thought to Phillip's sexuality, or
lack thereof.

Phillip smiled sadly. "I imagine I am," he said, "or was, but I'm long past
any interest in physical congress now. My one true enjoyment is caring for
the two of you, and observing you live a full and happy life."

Michael stepped to him and hugged Phillip to himself. The older man coughed
and was clearly uncomfortable. "Mr Michael! This really is not proper!"

"Yes, I know, but I had to do it," Michael declared. The moment between them
was over, but Michael would remember it always.

"As for the room, sir?" The old Phillip was back.

"Uh huh?"

"Might I ask if it is possible to have a bright overhead light available?
These old eyes will find it difficult to properly clean under the soft red
lights." Michael smiled and nodded. "And sir? Might I suggest that for your
own enjoyment, candles as well as the overhead lights?"

Michael grinned. "That would be perfect, Phillip."

"Then if you'll allow it, I shall see to them for you."

"Thank you, Phillip," Michael said happily. Suddenly, he was glad that
Phillip could in a small way contribute to this as well.

The next day, it was finished. Michael looked around the beautiful room
proudly, feeling arousal growing as he thought of what he and Jeff would be
able to do in here. The whole place appeared to be a giant leather cave, as
they had planned, the walls, ceiling and floor all black and textured. The
slave bench sat in place and the sling hung in mid-air, waiting to be used.
On the low trolley shelves Michael placed his special purchases -- two black
latex dildoes, one large and one smaller; a butt-plug, also black; lube; a
set of nipple clamps with rubber covered teeth connected by a short silver
chain; a string of anal balls; handcuffs of silver and wrist and ankle
restraints of soft leather with metal buckles; and a short handled whip made
of the softest black leather.

Michael told Phillip that he and Jeff would not be eating dinner that night,
and smiled a guilty grin as he told the older man that he intended to drag
Jeff into the cave immediately he arrived, and hoped to be there most of the
night. When Jeff arrived home, Michael was there to meet him, grinning
evilly. Jeff sensed his man's intent, and quickly threw his business clothes
into a hamper as Michael led him to the innocent looking door below the main
living area.

As they stepped inside their special room, their `cave', both completely
naked, Michael swung the door closed behind them with a heavy `whumph'. The
padded coverings on the walls extended to the door itself so that it fit
snugly into the wall, and almost disappeared when shut. Revealed to them
both was an amazing, magical place. Jeff gasped, and even Michael was
surprised at what he had created. The room was a long black space stretching
away from the entrance. The right hand wall was all mirrors, reflecting the
rest of the area and giving a sense of being much larger than it was. In the
centre of the floor, just in front of where they stood, the slave bench
glistened invitingly, its leather padding smooth and oiled. Behind it,
swinging slightly, hung the sling, a platform of black leather suspended by
chains from the ceiling, foot stirrups of dark hide hanging above and behind
the supporting links. It was positioned lengthwise, so that both of them
could see themselves reflected in the mirrors alongside.

Against the end wall a slightly raised platform was the full sized mattress
covered in leather, complete with black hide-encased pillows. The three
remaining walls, and the ceiling apart from where the mirror was suspended
directly above the sling, appeared to be textured black leather, and the
floor itself was a firm but springy expanse of beautiful hide. The whole
scene was lit with a dim red glow from the hidden lights, and brighter spots
of flame from a row of tall black candles on stands along the left wall.
Michael stared at them, wondering where on earth Phillip had found black
candles and black candle stands. Wisps of smoke drifted from the warm lights
across the room, adding an ethereal, unearthly air. The cave was black; but
a warm, welcoming, sensual black which invited them in, waiting for them to
fill it with the sounds and sights of masculine sex.

"Incredible!" said Jeff in a hushed whisper.

Michael smiled, pleased beyond words at the result of his efforts, and
turned Jeff to look behind them. There on the black clothes rack were their
harnesses and chaps, armbands and gauntlets, boots and collar. On pegs to
one side hung several black leather pouches and jockstraps, and above them
were Jeff's hood and Michael's cap and glasses. Michael marvelled again at
Phillip's foresight, as he pointed out to Jeff the shelving with its array
of toys, complete with lube and amyl sitting in readiness.

Jeff said nothing, but his stiffening cock spoke volumes as he kissed
Michael's lips long and hard. Michael reached for the leather hood, and
gently pulled it down over his man's head, claiming Jeff silently as his
slave boy and holding the hide bound face as he kissed him still. Jeff
instantly fell into his subservient role, aching with anticipated desire as
he backed away from his master and began selecting items of attire for
Michael. First of course were the glasses and cap which he placed almost
reverently on his man, before he chose a black strapped pouch that would
encase Michael's nuts but leave his mighty cock free and ready.

Slowly, determinedly, Jeff the slave dressed his master in sensuous,
gripping black leather. He bound a harness around Michael's upper body and
tightened armbands around his biceps, and gauntlets on his wrists. Jeff
kneeled to slide Michael's boots onto his feet and to fasten and slide into
place the gleaming black hide of his master's chaps as they encased the
powerful legs. He remained kneeling, his hooded eyes directly level with
Michael's glorious throbbing cock and hide enveloped balls, as his master
fastened the black leather dog collar around his neck and attached the metal
lead to it.

Michael then motioned for his boy to stand, pulling firmly at the chain
connecting them. As his slave stood silently, trembling slightly, Michael
carefully dressed his plaything in a slow transformation of their everyday
personalities. Jeff the confident, dominant investigator became `Hood', the
subservient slave, just as Michael the uncertain labourer had become
`Visor', the controlling, powerful master. Michael wrapped the bands of
black leather that formed Jeff's harness across the sculpted chest, settling
the rings of silver over Jeff's nipples, and tugging gently at the piercing
in his boy's left tit as he did. Jeff moaned in pleasure, and Michael
continued, circling Jeff's dick and balls in a chrome cockring before
encasing them in a gripping shiny leather thong. He enveloped his slave's
long strong legs in gleaming black chaps, and helped him step into polished
boots, then stood back, legs apart and arms crossed on his chest as he
surveyed his man.

Jeff's hide encased frame was beautiful, and Michael's eyes lingered at the
gleaming V of his groin, enjoying the throbbing tube of shining black, his
boy's manhood clearly accentuated by the leather, the large nuts below
heaving with a life of their own within their dark cushion. Reaching again,
he clipped one end of the pair of nipple clamps through the ring piercing
Jeff's nipple, and pulled and flicked at the chain gently. Jeff moaned with
delight. He had found that since being pierced, his nipple had become more
sensitive than ever, and the slightest pressure on it sent jolts of
sensational joy through him. He made a mental note to talk to Michael about
having the other nipple pierced as well.

A tug at his throat sent yet another quiver through Jeff, and he was pulled
back against Michael, their jaws locking as they joined in a long
exploratory kiss, tasting each other and savouring the lingering touch. As
Michael released the pressure on the lead, Jeff lowered his hungry lips,
nibbling at Michael's strong square chin, then licking down his neck to find
and follow the black leather band of his harness. As he licked, Jeff
breathed deeply, turned on by the scent of the leather against his master's
body. Lower he went, until he found Michael's nipple. Closing his teeth over
the ring of steel, he pulled lightly, stretching the dark erect skin out,
then let go to lick at the sensitive nub. Michael groaned, his hands flying
to Jeff's head, gripping firmly at the leather hood as he held his slave
against his chest, delighting to the attention at his tit.

With the chain still dangling from his own nipple, Jeff slid slowly away
from his man's chest, lower and lower over the sculpted abdomen as tingles
of pleasure emanated from the swinging weight at his sensitive aureole. His
hands were around Michael's waist and his palms rubbed against the warm skin
and cool hide of his lover as he sank slowly to his knees. As Jeff lowered,
he felt Michael's proud and erect member, standing out from his body, rub up
along Jeff's chest and neck, slapping under his chin until Jeff was level
with it, his eyes drinking in the sight of the throbbing rod, twitching in
time to the beating of Michael's heart. A pearly drop of his master's
essence appeared at the slit in the head of Michael's cock, and as Jeff
watched, it slowly grew and dribbled out, falling as Jeff put his hand out
to catch the precious liquid, a long trailing streamer still connecting it
to Michael's manhood. Jeff lifted his finger to his mouth and slowly licked
at the clear viscous juice, then leaned forward to lick at the point where
it had escaped Michael's prick.

Carefully, sensuously, Jeff licked at Michael's piss-slit, then laved his
tongue all over the throbbing, spongy head, tracing the ridge of his
master's glans and nibbling at the skin with his teeth. His lips massaged
the veiny shaft, slowly, tenderly working their way along, until he reached
the leather cushion holding Michael's testicles. Closing his mouth over the
hide, he gnawed and gummed at the rolling balls, tasting the leather and
massaging Michael's nuts as he did. Finally, at Michael's prompting with the
leash again, he backed away, but only enough to allow his master to place
his rampant prong against Jeff's eager lips. Quickly, then, he opened his
mouth and his throat, and slid his teeth and tongue around and down
Michael's long rod, swallowing its entire length and clamping his muscles
around the heated flesh as he resisted the urge to gag and deep-throated the
marvellous weapon.

Michael moaned as his dick disappeared into Jeff's gullet. He trembled as
his slave closed the warm moist throat around him, and with easy sighs he
slowly began to thrust in and out, face fucking Jeff who knelt submissively
before him. Michael gripped at the leathered head, and firmly held it in
place as he rocked back and forth, probing that glorious oral cavity. For a
long time, he held Jeff there, relishing the attention, but when he felt the
urges within himself begin to grow, he gently eased his slave away. This was
to be a long and satisfying time for both of them, and he was determined not
to peak too soon.

Jeff had slurped and suckled at Michael's dong, worshipping the thick meaty
cock of his master as he knelt there on the spongy leather floor, and felt
the pressure of Michael's hands on the leather covering his head. The
binding straps of his harness and the tight hide of his chaps gripped at
Jeff, and he ached with ecstatic delight at the erotic sensation of
submitting to Michael's dominance. Now his master directed him again,
lifting Jeff's face away from the rigid member, and drawing him to his feet
by pulling at the lead and collar around his neck. As Jeff stood, his eyes
gazed at the blank face of Michael, partially hidden beneath the glasses and
visor, and he twitched with excitement yet again.

Michael reached his hand forward, taking the silver circle of metal through
Jeff's left tit in his right hand, and Jeff did likewise. As one, they
pulled firmly at each other, twisting the pierced nipple of their partner
slightly before releasing the ring and pinching again. Instinctively, each
of them threw back his head and moaned with delight at the pressure and the
exquisite tendrils of sensation which snaked through his chest and ignited
his nerves. Crashing back together again, they kissed, hard, passionate,
exploring as each delved into the other's mouth, trying to join with his
mate completely. Hands groped at skin and leather, fingers pulled and dug,
and body ground against body as the fervour of their passion grew.

Michael held both of Jeff's hands between his own then, and retrieved from
the shelves the handcuffs he had bought. Looking directly into his man's
face, he slowly placed each restraint over Jeff's wrist and clicked the
metal locked. Jeff made no protest, offered no resistance. In fact, he
tingled with anticipation as his hands were immobilised. He trusted Michael
completely, and this further surrender to his man increased his enjoyment
and fuelled his excitement incredibly. With Jeff's hands secured, Michael
trembled as a sense of true power ran through him. He took his slave by the
chain connecting his wrists, and led him slowly to the open space at the
rear of the suspended platform of  black leather and its metallic chain
supports. As Jeff approached the hanging sling, he ached with anticipation.
His strongest fantasy was about to be fulfilled -- he was to be laid onto a
black leather sling, his body totally controlled by a powerful dominant man,
the man he loved, and fucked long and hard as he and his master were encased
in and surrounded by gleaming black leather. His cock did not just bulge in
its envelope, it swelled and stretched the dark hide to its limits. Every
cell in his body seemed to tingle as he waited, and Michael ordered him to
remain where he was, walking slowly away and wheeling the trolley of toys
back to stand beside the swaying leather.

As Michael led his slave to the base of the sling and left him there, he
throbbed with excitement. He wheeled the trolley across, intending to make
use of some of the toys he had acquired, but as he looked again to the
muscular body of Jeff, trembling with anticipating need and swathed in
polished black hide, his own urges took over. He had always wanted to
experience fucking someone in a sling, and here he was, with his lover just
waiting to be lowered onto their very own leather platform for Michael to
take and use his body as he wished. He had to have Jeff, and he had to have
him soon! A distant part of his mind somehow managed to remind him that they
had the rest of their lives to explore themselves and to utilise the dildoes
and plugs, and reasoned with him that there was no need to wait any longer
to breathe life into his fantasy.

He picked up instead the whip that lay in front of him. It was a soft
leather rope which ended in a harder handle which Michael gripped in his
left hand as he clenched again the lead attached to Jeff's throat in his
right. He did not wield the instrument or strike his slave, but slowly
draped its tongue across Jeff's shoulders, and drew it tantalisingly down
across Jeff's chest to poke with the handle at the bulging groin of his boy.
The soft leather was like a sensuous snake of hide as it slithered over
Jeff's skin, making him shiver and sigh with delight. Using the butt of the
whip as a prod, Michael then nudged Jeff backwards until the slave's
arsecheeks came into contact with the cool leather edge of the sling. At
that point Michael dropped the whip which was temporarily forgotten on the
floor, as he lifted his lover onto the swaying platform, and eased him
backwards, helping him to lie into the surrounding leather.

Jeff moaned as he felt the hard base of the sling against his cheeks. With
Michael's help, he lifted himself a little and slid onto the suspended hide,
slowly reclining into its embrace. His knees lifted of their own accord, and
Michael took each booted foot in turn, sliding it into the hanging stirrups
on either side as Jeff shifted his weight into position. Jeff felt the
support of the straps around his ankles, and the strength of the leather
beneath him and relaxed. As he did, he sensed that the sling moulded itself
to his shape, holding him like a cocoon of leather hovering in air. He took
a deep breath. The scent of new leather, and the musky odour of male
sexuality was heavy in the cave, and he shuddered with ecstatic delight. He
felt Michael's hands at his wrists, and twitched as his lover fastened his
restrained arms so that they were stretched behind his head. He felt so
vulnerable now, arms and legs spread, yet he needed it, wanted it, and
thrilled to the sensation of being totally dominated by another man.

Michael leaned over his lover, tugged at the lead and the chain attached to
Jeff's nipple and felt the sling begin to sway. His cock was so hard it
ached as he ogled the spread-eagled boy before him, leather hooded face,
harnessed upper body bound in black belts, legs encased in dark hide, open
and inviting, begging him to take and use it. He sighed as his hand
delivered a coating of cool gel to the heated weapon at his groin and moved
in close to his target. Jeff's boots in the leather stirrups were at either
side of his head, and the rubbing squeal of leather against leather assailed
his ears in stereo like a plea for him to sink his long thick cock into the
soft warm hole twitching and waiting for him. Gripping the leather straps
around Jeff's waist, he pulled at them and the throbbing head of his dick
plunged through Jeff's sphincter, opening his man and plugging that hole as
the boy gasped with pleasured delight.

Jeff clenched involuntarily around the invading knob that assaulted him. His
muscles gripped at the solid pole of flesh, closing around the lip of
Michael's mushroom cap. He opened his eyes and the vision he beheld was
unbelievably erotic. As he lifted his head in response to the firm pressure
at his collar and the sensual tingle from his chest, he saw his lover garbed
in black leather, the cap on his head shining and the visor low over the
mirrors of Michael's glasses. Michael's torso was crossed by gleaming belts
of darkness, the silver ring in his left nipple glinting in the
candle-light, and Michael's upper body framed by the leather chaps which
encased Jeff's own thighs. He turned his head to the left, and in the
mirrored wall he saw Michael's strong shining legs, booted and chapped, his
bare butt cheeks round and firm, pressing forward at the platform of dark
leather upon which Jeff lay. His own legs were lifted and surrounded his
master in a shining leather arch as they hung from the foot supports. But
when Jeff lay his head back and looked straight up, he was rewarded with the
most erotic sight of all.

Reflected back from the ceiling was his own image, his arms restrained
behind his head, his chest and abdomen bound in straps, his face half
obscured by the soft black leather hood. His shins gleamed in their black
sheaths and wisps of smoke drifted above him in the warm air as all around
him blackness dominated. As Jeff watched, Michael pushed his groin forward
and his shoulders back and Jeff stared in wondrous delight as he watched his
lover's meaty tool penetrate his own arse just below the bulging triangle of
black leather that was his groin. And as Jeff watched Michael's cock sink
into his own body, he felt that sensational log of manflesh slide between
his sphincter muscles and nudge his prostate. Shivers of erogenous pleasure
rocked him as his eyes relayed what his arse was feeling, and his gut was
impaled on Michael's thick naked sword.

Michael edged forward even as he pulled back on the straps of Jeff's
harness. His cock invaded Jeff's accommodating bowel and he shivered with
the joy of his lover's moist heated innards as they engulfed his bare flesh.
With Jeff's body suspended in mid air, rocking gently in the leather cocoon
of the sling, and Jeff's anus lined up perfectly with his raging erection,
Michael found that the slightest effort by him controlled the sway of the
black platform, and the movement of the glorious, muscled, leather-bound
body within it. He ground his hips forward and dragged his hands back, and
his meaty prick plunged deeply into his man's arse, burying itself to the
hilt as his leathered nuts slapped against the bare skin of Jeff's firm
round cheeks. He plunged in, then drew back a little to plunge again even
harder. He rotated his pelvis up and down, and side to side, using his long
cock as a heated iron and probing every corner of his mate's squelching wet
cavity. The sling bearing his lover's body began to surge in a pendulum
motion, and Michael used the movement of the leather platform to enhance his
attack, so that as Jeff's body moved away from him, Michael's cock was
withdrawn completely from his arse, and then as the weight of his man
crashed back against him, Michael ploughed the entire length of his sword
into Jeff's ravaged arse in one long thud, pounding himself hard and deep
into Jeff's gut.

Lying back in his hovering bed of black leather, the aroma of tanned hide
enveloping him, Jeff moaned with delight as his man skewered him onto the
solid log of masculinity. His rectum was filled, then emptied and filled
again as he felt himself swinging in air, and with each thundering insertion
of his master's thick prong, he thrilled with ecstatic pleasure. Jeff
shuddered, his nerves racing and his body alive as Michael prodded and
nudged at his innards, Michael's long prick pushing at his bowel and delving
into his very core as it was directed from side to side and up and down by
his master. Every pore of his skin tingled with the building passion and his
voice gurgled up from the depths of his throat, urging Michael on. "Oh yeah,
yeah," he hissed, "fuck me, sir! Fuck me hard and fuck me deep!"

Michael certainly didn't need Jeff's plea to encourage him, but the
whispered begging aroused him even more. As his animal instincts began to
take over, he plunged himself into Jeff, humping at the leathered figure
rocking on the dark platform harder and harder. Jeff writhed and gasped,
exercising the only part of their coupling over which he had any control.
His sphincter clenched hard at the invading dagger as Michael withdrew from
him, and opened and wrapped itself around Michael's rampant weapon as it was
driven deep inside Jeff's hole. The complete domination of his body by
Michael was electrifying to Jeff, and he shuddered with growing arousal and
passionate pleasure as his lover rutted fiercely at him. As Jeff shook,
Michael thundered on, thumping his engorged meat into its soft, slurping
target. He fucked at Jeff's body like a bull on heat, a raging stallion
powering into its stud.

The two men gasped and groaned, hissed and humped at each other as they were
united in ultimate joining, coupled in the most intimate and complete way
that separate bodies can be. Locked together in fucking, sweating bliss,
they became one, Jeff's body an extension of Michael's cock as Michael
buried his manhood deep within his mate and Jeff gripped and took possession
of his lover's masculinity. The symphony of sexual congress filled the cave
as they fucked and humped as a single entity, the embodiment of male sex.
Fast, heavy breathing and low moaning whispers joined with the screech of
leather on leather and the rattle of metal chains, wet muffled squelches and
the sharp soft slap of skin against skin. The smell of candle wax combined
with the scent of leather and the aroma of musky male perspiration to
permeate the air with the odour of sex, and the flickering flames dispensed
wispy fingers of smoke to hover around the shining black hide and white skin
of the men, as the room was bathed in the dim red glow of erotic sensuality.

Michael twitched and shivered as he continued plunging his thick tool into
the liquid pleasure of Jeff's bowel. He felt as though the entire universe
was concentrating itself in unbridled pleasure at his groin, and the
beautiful leather clad body wrapped around his cock was the embodiment of
erotic delight. Jeff's nerves were on fire, his every fibre alive with joy
as Michael's long, steel hard prick jabbed at his innards and impaled him on
its indescribably wonderful pistoning, filling him with urgent lusting
electricity. Michael was nearing his peak, he felt the waves of passion
washing through him as he reached to the shelf beside the sling and opened
the small dark bottle of amyl. He took a deep breath before leaning into his
lover and holding the container just below Jeff's nose. Jeff inhaled deeply,
let out a sigh, and inhaled again, and Michael brought the open amyl back to
his own nostril, drawing a long whiff of the drug. Quickly he set it down
again as the effects hit his system and his heart raced, blood coursing
through every vein and his entire being alive and inflamed.

As Jeff dropped his head back again, watching Michael hold the bottle to his
own face, the `poppers' raced through his body. He moaned long as every
sensation he experienced was suddenly intensified and magnified. Suddenly
his whole world consisted of nothing more than the pure pleasure of
Michael's cock pounding into his arse and his body shuddered as he
surrendered the last of his reserve to total abandon. Spasms shook him and
bolts of electric shock speared him as he exploded, his leather wrapped cock
gushing its milky load into the envelope of gripping hide.

Michael was still fucking Jeff hard and fast when the rush of the amyl
washed over him. The stimulation from the drug was so intense that all
rational thought flew from him, and he grabbed at the straps of Jeff's
harness, and pulled the wonderful leather slave to himself with all his
strength. He slammed his cock deep into that man, crushing his pelvis
against Jeff's butt and shuddered, desperately, vainly trying to get even
more of himself inside Jeff's beautiful body, wanting to be completely
joined with the object of his lusty desire. As Jeff's climax peaked,
Michael's heightened senses felt the tightening muscles of his lover's
sphincter grip at him, felt the clamping around his shaft. His balls ached
and rolled, contracted against the metal of the cockring he wore, and jetted
their seed into his tube of flesh. His orgasm was all consuming as he pumped
his essence into his lover, filled Jeff with his manjuice and emptied
himself within the wet cavern of his man.

When conscious thought returned, Michael found himself grasping at the
chains from which the sling was suspended, his legs weak. Jeff's chest was
rising and falling as his lover drew long deep breaths, recovering from the
quaking intensity of their mating. Michael's cock was still clenched within
Jeff's arse, still hard and Jeff smiled up at his man with the smirking grin
of sated pleasure.

"Fuck!" declared Jeff eloquently.

"We just did!" chuckled Michael.

"Oh no!" Jeff's voice was still husky. "THAT was more than just a fuck!"

Michael began to pull away, but Jeff gripped at him still. "No, please," he
begged. "Stay there, stay inside me as long as you can. You feel
incredible."

A satisfied grin appeared on Michael's face, and he gave a half hearted
thrust again at his lover. Marvelling, he whispered "I don't think I'm going
down!"

"Even better!" smirked Jeff as he flexed his sphincter again.

The two of them remained in their fantastic leather cave all night, and much
of the next day. They rested occasionally, and made love again and again,
trying out the slave bench, fucking on the leather covered mattress,
experimenting with dildoes and butt plugs for hours on end. When they
finally, reluctantly shed their leather gear and emerged into the light of
day, they were driven by near total exhaustion, and completely sated. But
they both knew this was just the first of many long nights in their special
place together.

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!