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The next day Jeff was still rapt with joy at having Michael move in. He planned a dozen things in his head, and excitedly showed Michael the basement he wanted to make into their ‘leather pit’. He started to explain how he would get Phillip to arrange things when Michael cut him off. “No,” he said with a force which made Jeff stop and look. “I don’t want Phillip doing this. This room is for just us. I have enough experience in building to be able to do it myself, with a little help from you,” he stated. “I don’t even know whether I want Phillip to know what’s in there!” Jeff thought on this. “Well, Phillip will have to know what we’re doing. He’ll need to be told something about it. After all he knows everything else about us and about the house.” “A compromise then,” relented Michael a little. “We’ll tell him what we’re doing, but that I want to do it as a special project for myself. And ask him not to go in there whenever we are in the house at all. I guess, knowing how he is, that he’ll want to go in when we’re not around, to clean up, but I don’t want to know that he’s seen it.” “Okay,” smiled Jeff happily. He looked at Michael again with a strange grin. “What?” asked Michael, trying to read the look. “Do you remember last weekend when we were dressing each other?” Jeff started, and Michael grinned widely. “How could I forget?” Michael ignored him and continued, “We talked about having our nipples pierced. Were you serious or was that just something you said in the heat of the moment?” “If I recall correctly, it was you who said it in the heat of the moment, and I just agreed,” Michael grinned wickedly. “But it is a hot thought, and I would be seriously interested in it,” he finished. Jeff relaxed a little again, and smiled at his man. “I hoped so. I thought about it a lot last week, and had Phillip make some enquiries…” Michael rolled his eyes again, and Jeff began to pout. “Michael, why won’t you just accept the fact that Phillip is a part of me, and now a part of us. He knows everything about me, about us, and he can be a tremendous help.” “I keep wondering if he’s actually going to join in with us one night, you know?” “Don’t be like that! If you’ll just accept that he’s here, and let him be himself, you’ll actually find that he does a wonderful job, never passes comment, and it can be very nice to have someone like him looking out for your every wish, and caring for you the way he does.” Michael shrugged, and told himself he would try to accept the strange experience of having a servant around. “Okay!” he said resignedly. “Now what were you saying?” “Oh yeah, I had Phillip make some enquiries, and if we want to, we can have our nipples pierced in a very safe, clean and discreet little place whenever we want. It only takes about an hour apparently, but then you do have to be careful for a while until the piercing heals.” Michael felt the stirring in his groin, and the beating in his chest. Pierced tits! Now that would be hot! “But aren’t you concerned about being seen? What if you’re recognised and word gets around that you have it done? How are you going to explain that?” “Like I said, this place is discreet. And the guy who does it was recommended to Phillip by someone. He says he can be trusted not to say anything.” Michael mused over the possibilities for a while, and then made up his mind. “You’re on!” he said enthusiastically. “When?” “Why not right now?” Jeff laughed. “Before we change our minds?” “Okay,” agreed Michael. They had Phillip drive them to an underground carpark where they took a lift to the salon. An anaesthetizing cream was rubbed onto their chests, and they waited while it took effect, and then they were each pierced, as they held each other’s hand for support. Identical matching rings of surgical steel were inserted into both Jeff’s and Michael’s left nipples, the circles of silver hanging on their chests. They listened carefully to the instructions on cleaning and bathing, and the warning not to play with them for several weeks while they healed, and then they were home again. Relaxing around the pool that afternoon, swathed only in sarongs, Michael looked to Jeff and saw the glint of the metal in the sunlight against his man’s tanned skin. “Fuck that looks hot,” he said quietly. “So does yours,” replied Jeff. I can’t wait until it’s healed enough to play with. I want to pull on it, and bite it, and watch your face as I do!” They grinned at each other like kids with new toys and started planning their ‘cave’. Monday morning brought a flurry of activity that Michael was expecting but still unprepared for. He was awakened by Jeff’s kiss, soft against his face, and he stretched languorously in the huge bed: their bed! “Good morning, darling,” he mumbled. That was as far as the lazing went. “Good morning, stud,” Jeff grinned. “Up and at ‘em! It’s back to work for me, and you have things to do as well.” With that, he ripped the sheets away from Michael, pausing to look long and lustfully at the naked form of his man as Michael protested, then he headed for the shower, resisting the urge to attack Michael’s desirable body. Within a matter of minutes Jeff was shaved, showered and dressed. Michael was just sitting down to a cup of coffee when Jeff joined him and Phillip presented a tray with cereal, toast and juice, and another coffee for Jeff. Michael tutted disapprovingly as his mate wolfed down the food and readied himself to go, but Jeff dismissed his protests. “Got a lot to do, handsome. But I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay?” And with that he was off. They had decided yesterday that Phillip was to take Michael’s keys and drop Jeff at the office before going on to Michael’s place to start packing his things, while Michael himself went to the real estate agents to give notice on the flat, then join Phillip and finish packing. Michael showered and dressed after Jeff had gone, reveling in the sense of belonging in this wonderful place, and let himself out, securing the house with the keys and security codes Jeff had presented to him on Saturday afternoon. Michael had protested, but Jeff had insisted that this was Michael’s home too, and Michael had gratefully accepted the keys, feeling more and more contented with each passing day. Jeff breezed into his office that Monday morning feeling brighter than he had for a long while. His secretary brought him up to date on correspondence that had come in over the last few weeks, showed him the latest ratings figures – the show was up again, and growing in popularity all the time – and presented him with a list of suggestions for possible stories from his research staff. As he began working his way through the assorted papers, she handed him a fresh coffee. “So how was your break?” she asked, curious at his surprisingly good humour on the first day back. “Fantastic!” he beamed at her. “I had the most unbelievable time, Suzie, and I feel great.” “Mmm,” she smiled, impressed. “Looks like we should send you on a vacation more often, if you’re going to come back like this.” Jeff just smiled at her and went back to sifting through the work on his desk. As she exited his office, Suzie marveled at the change in him, secretly pleased to see it, and at the same time bursting with curiosity at the cause. Michael had notified the agents that he was vacating the flat immediately, and made arrangements with a disinterested woman there about returning keys in a day or two. She cared only that he knew he would be charged rent for another three weeks whether he was there or not, and rambled on about inspections and cleaning before his security bond would be returned. He couldn’t care less, and was happy to be away from there as soon as possible. Back at his flat, he found Phillip had already let himself in and started packing clothes in boxes brought for that purpose. Michael was constantly amazed at how Phillip seemed to know exactly what was needed, and had things done with no apparent effort, quietly and unobtrusively. No wonder Jeff relied on him as much as he did. “Ahh, Mr. Michael,” he said when Michael arrived. “I’m confident I can get all of your clothing and linen in this trip, and possibly the crockery as well. But what would you like me to arrange concerning the furniture, sir?” Michael looked with embarrassment at the old, cheap sofa and chairs and other items. They had served their purpose, but compared to Jeff’s, they were rubbish. “Nothing, Phillip,” he said quietly. “They’re not mine. They came with the flat, included in the rent.” “Very good, sir.” There was not even a hint of opinion in his statement. “In that case, I believe we can probably have all of your possessions relocated this afternoon.” Michael gave a grim nod. Not that much to show for myself, he thought, and wondered why they were even bothering to take anything other than his clothes and a few personal mementos. The linen and crockery were hardly going to fit in at Jeff’s place. He set about helping Phillip pack things into the cardboard boxes, and mused about what the older man thought of what was happening. Jeff had called a staff meeting for two o’clock for his research people and for discussion on upcoming articles. Most of his colleagues were there early, knowing how he prized punctuality, and he surprised them by being early himself. While he waited for the remainder to arrive, he circulated easily around the table, chatting with individuals, asking about their vacations, listening sincerely to their replies. He joked a little, and joined in with small groups relating funny stories. And he was well aware that he himself was the subject of numerous comments as his staff remarked on his changed demeanour, and the ever present smile on his face. Calling the gathering to order, Jeff listened to the usual reports on follow-ups of previous stories, making his own comments or observations as they went. He ran through a list of suggested topics for possible investigation, allocating priorities to some, assigning others to various people for further research. And then he brought up the subject of the first major story of the new period. “I want to do an in-depth piece on discrimination in the building industry,” he announced. “Building industry?” one of his staffers asked, as others raised eyebrows. “But there’s no real problem there that we know of – they rely on unskilled labour, so they don’t really care about someone’s race or religion.” Another chimed in, trying to think ahead of him. “Do you want to look at black market wages, low pay for migrants, that sort of thing, Jeff?” she asked. “Not this time,” he said, firmly. “I’m talking about discrimination against gay people.” A few more faces looked at him with confusion. They were not aware of any complaints lately. “I happen to know of one particular company which fired two men last week for being gay,” he went on. “I’ve spoken to both men, and they have both agreed to go public with their stories. Apparently, they had been harassed for some time, despite working well, and were dismissed for no other reason than that one of them stood up for the other against verbal abuse by a supervisor.” He looked around the room, and could see he had their attention. Several were already jotting down notes and he smiled. These people could smell a good story as well as he could. “I want to move quickly on this, confront the man responsible on camera, humiliate him and the company. What they’ve done is disgusting and illegal, so I want this done properly, okay?” “We’ll need to work it through carefully,” said Nick, one of his best writers. “It could be a great angle, but ‘Joe Public’ still feels a bit uncomfortable with the whole homosexuality bit. These guys who were sacked, are they obvious, you know, camp?” “No,” said Jeff decisively. “Both of them are quiet, hardworking guys. In fact one of them wasn’t even known to be gay until the day they were sacked.” “Good. If this is to work, we’ll need to make them appear as innocent, and as ‘normal’ as possible,” replied Nick. Jeff didn’t particularly like the implication, but he saw the reasoning, and agreed with what Nick suggested. His team had caught his enthusiasm for the topic, and he smiled with satisfaction. He allocated people to different tasks, requested background research, and a legal opinion (standard practice on something like this), and asked one of his best investigators to get out to the site and see if they could get some ground level opinions from some of the other workers – discreetly! “As for our two main interviewees,” he said firmly, “given the sensitivity of the topic, I’ll remain the point of contact with them for the time being. If you want to reach them, come through me, okay?” Everybody nodded in understanding. “Great! Then let’s get at it. I’d like to aim for being out at the site to confront this guy on Friday if we can.” Jeff smiled again, knowing he could rely on these people. He had a good feeling about this project. Michael and Phillip had completed the packing, and most of the boxes were loaded into the car. Michael looked at the older man, curious about his opinions. Phillip never let his emotions show, but Michael knew how much he cared for Jeff, and how much Jeff cared for him. “Phillip?” he said in a questioning tone. “How do you feel about what’s happening?” “It’s not my place to have an opinion, Mr. Michael,” Phillip said evenly. Michael began to get exasperated. “Forget about what’s ‘your place’, please. Jeff thinks so highly of you, one word from you and I’d be gone. And I can see how much he means to you, too. I love him, truly I do, and I want to see him happy, but I also want to know what you think.” Phillip looked at Michael squarely, for the first time since the day Michael’s bike had broken down, he offered something other than pure courtesies. “Mr. Michael, I think that what has happened to Mr. Jeffrey is wonderful. I have never seen him so happy, and that makes me incredibly pleased.” “But what do you think of me?” Michael persisted. “Do you see me as just using him, chasing his money or his fame? Do you feel upset about my moving into his house?” “Mr. Michael…” “Please! Just call me ‘Michael’.” Phillip sighed, and sat on the sofa, looking directly at Michael. “Michael,” he relented, “from what I have seen and heard, and I see and hear more than I let on, you are a good, honest person. You have never tried to take advantage of Mr. Jeffrey (Michael raised his eyebrows but Phillip ignored him) and it is obvious to an old sentimental man like myself that the two of you are very much in love. Mr. Jeffrey has needed someone special for a long while now, as I suspect have you.” Michael settled himself down. This was so unlike Phillip, and Michael hung on his every word. “The two of you have become each other’s special person, and I heartily approve of both of you. It gives me great joy to see you together, and I wish Mr. Jeffrey had asked you to move in earlier, when I first suggested it to him.” “You suggested it to him?” Michael was astonished. “Yes, sir,” Phillip said with a smile. “How else could I look after you properly, if you were here and he there? And apart from my convenience, you should be together all the time, not just at weekends.” Michael grinned. He suddenly felt a gigantic weight lifting from his shoulders, and knew he loved this older man like a father. Phillip stood and made to finish his task of moving the boxes to the car. “Oh,” he said with another look to Michael, “and it really is improper for me to address you so familiarly. I would be most uncomfortable with anything other than ‘Mr. Michael’.” Michael laughed. “Okay, have it your way. Thank you.” He wanted to hug Phillip then, but knew it would upset the other man, so he simply grinned at him. As Michael and Phillip completed their task and locked up the flat, Phillip driving the car back while Michael rode his bike behind, Jeff was preparing to end his day. He was pleased with the progress on this new story so far, and looked up with a smile when Suzie knocked at his door. “Suzie,” he said, thinking of what was to come in the next days. “This discrimination project could be quite a story. I’ve asked everyone for now to make contact with our ‘victims’ only through me.” “Yes, I know,” she said, watching him scribble numbers on a pad. “Just in case, keep these safe, will you?” he asked her quietly. “These are the contact numbers for them. Their names are Tim Vickers and Michael Simpson, and their numbers are next to the names.” He handed her the paper, watching her expression carefully. She looked at the paper quickly and turned to leave, then stopped and looked back at him. “Jeff,” she said, uncertainty in her voice now. “This number for Michael Simpson?” Jeff looked at her eyes, a lump in his throat. “Yeah?” “It’s your private number at home!” “That’s right,” he said evenly, trying to gauge her reaction. A knowing look came over her, and then she smiled, just a little. “Okay. I just wanted to make sure I had it right,” she said. Jeff sighed his relief. She knew, or at least guessed, and didn’t disapprove. He knew he could count on her to say nothing. That evening Jeff grinned like a Cheshire cat all through dinner. When Michael pressed him, he confessed to a sense of secret excitement, that his work was going to mean Michael would be in the studio, meeting all his colleagues, and yet none of them would know the true nature of their relationship. “It’s not that I don’t want to claim you,” he said, “but there’s a certain element of ‘danger’ in doing something secret but close, which excites me.” Michael understood, and his heart went out to this wonderful man. “And when it’s time, I want to see their faces when I tell them about me and you!” Jeff finished. Michael felt concern at that, but held his tongue. Jeff wasn’t in the mood to argue, and he hadn’t done anything yet that he would regret. Later, as they completed their ritualistic garbing in the wondrous black hide, both encased in gleaming leather, Michael lay back on the bed, and directed Jeff to kneel between his legs. He guided Jeff’s leather hood down with his hands, pressing Jeff’s face to his groin where his aching cock throbbed and bulged in its cushion of gripping darkness. As Jeff attacked the mound of dark leather and its contents of throbbing flesh, Michael moaned in pleasure and ran his hands over the hide covering his slave boy’s head. Reaching behind to find the item he had hidden under the pillow earlier, he slowly lowered his hands. “Hey, slave,” he hissed softly. Jeff’s face rose, the eyes peering out from the black mask. “Yes, sir?” Jeff said, the excitement evident in his voice. “You really want to be my sex slave?” “Yes, Sir!” With that, Michael leaned forward, and attached a metal lead to the D-ring protruding from the collar around Jeff’s neck. The other end of the lead ended in a leather hand-strap, which was around Michael’s wrist. Jeff gasped with excitement; his cock throbbed and pressed against the leather case of his pouch. An erotic thrill ran through his body as he felt Michael tug at the chain and pull at his neck. “Where …? When …?” Jeff whispered. “Picked it up this afternoon on the way home,” Michael said. Michael tingled with delight at the sight of Jeff leashed as he was. He marveled that something as simple as a length of chain running from his hand to Jeff’s neck could have such an impact, but he felt so powerful, so dominant and so horny, and he loved it. He also wanted a way to show Jeff how much he meant to him, and how much he loved and trusted him. As Jeff returned to lavish attention upon Michael’s groin, Michael knew what he wanted, and it made him ache with anticipation. He needed to have Jeff inside him, naked and raw. He knew what their preferences were, but he also knew that Jeff would in the right circumstances want to fuck him, and tonight he wanted it badly. Pulling at the lead again, Michael sat up and ordered Jeff to kneel. He ran his hands down Jeff’s torso, carefully avoiding the still sensitive left nipple with its beautiful ring of silver, and cupped Jeff’s balls in his palm. Sliding his fingers under the leather, Michael pushed the cushion of hide down, revealing Jeff’s throbbing solid cock, and hooked the pouch under his nuts. He took a handful of lube, and slowly smothered it over and down Jeff’s prick, making the fleshy rod gleam as it bounced and jiggled in his hands. Michael lay back again, spreading his legs and lifting his leather clad knees to form a black frame around Jeff’s hooded face and strapped torso, and tugged again at the lead. “Fuck me, boy!” he hissed in an urgent tone as he exposed his waiting, twitching anus to his lover’s view. Jeff moaned as he was dragged forward. He had guessed at Michael’s intentions when Michael had smeared his cock with the lube, yet he was so hard it hurt as Michael continued to control him, yanking at the lead attached to his collar. This subservient role, this surrender of himself to his man, was the most erotic feeling. As ordered, he moved himself forward and as Jeff’s legs went up and onto his shoulders, the leather of his master’s chaps smooth and cool against his skin, he aimed his angry, purpled member at the pink target of Michael’s anus and nudged his cockhead against the puckering sphincter. Michael took a long draw at the amyl in his hand as Jeff’s prong took up position at his rear. As the rush rolled through him and his blood pumped, the stimulation was intense. He gripped the lead in his hand, and pulled hard, forcing Jeff to fall forward. Jeff’s cock ploughed into him, plunging through his ring and stabbing into his gut. There was a brief flash of pain, and then the incredible sensation of being filled overwhelmed him. Jeff’s long naked pole pierced his body, slamming against the knot of sensitive nerve ends that was his prostate, and continuing its probe deep into his bowel. Jeff moaned at the suddenness of the assault he had been driven to make upon Michael. He feared when he heard Michael gasp that he had hurt him, but Michael’s expression was one of pure lust-filled joy. The amazing warmth, the wet gripping surrounding his manhood, was unbelievable as his naked spear was swallowed and caressed by Michael’s body. He resisted the urge to cum instantly, willing himself to hold back, as his instincts drove him to thrust and withdraw, driving himself into Michael again. Michael was in ecstasy as Jeff’s rod of steel filled him. The incredible heat, and yet the velvet softness of the flesh covering that dagger of male muscle, felt so good. As Jeff started tentative jabs at him, Michael dropped his booted feet hard against Jeff’s upturned butt, and pulled tightly at the metal chain again. “Come on, slave boy, fuck me! Shove that cock of yours into me hard!” he hissed at his mate as his legs gripped Jeff’s body in a leathery vice and his boots urged Jeff’s pelvis against himself and into him. He kept up the tension on the chain leash at Jeff’s neck, and urged his lover to mate with him, to ram into him and to fill him with incredible pumping pleasure. Jeff shivered with ecstatic delight as Michael controlled him, pulling hard at his neck, forcing his arse down and his cock inwards as Michael’s boots pressed at his buns. He surrendered to the grip of Michael’s chaps against his waist, and the hissed orders of the dominant man below him were like jolts of electricity in his ears. Within minutes the two men were humping against each other, fucking at each other in a furious, powerful burst of passion. The roughness of the fucking, combined with the eroticism of the barked orders and the leash around his neck, brought Jeff quickly to a peak. He tried to hold back, willing himself not to cum, when suddenly Michael’s arse clamped at him and Michael’s body shuddered as creamy globs shot from his cock. Michael had struggled against the racing need of climax, but the friction of Jeff’s living heated prong in and out of his arse, and the emotional thrill of controlling this man as his slave, were too much, and he surrendered suddenly and without warning to the thundering orgasm. Michael’s shooting wads of cream flew up and splattered against Jeff’s chest and neck. They seared onto his chin and sticky streamers of ooze dribbled back onto Michael’s stomach as his lover’s sudden spasm took Jeff by surprise. Losing his concentration, his own explosion raced through him, and his body shuddered as he pumped his load of manjuice deep into Michael, depositing his essence within the squelching cavity as he fucked and rammed at his lover who bucked and blew again and again. When they were done, breathless and sticky, lying beside each other, Jeff sighed at Michael. “Fuck, that was incredible. I can’t believe how sex with you just gets better and better.” Michael tugged playfully at the chain, still joining them, his body weak from the ferocity of their fucking. “So you liked this, then?” he asked. “Oh yeah!” muttered Jeff with feeling. “Maybe we should think about some other toys? I’d love to see you in a pair of handcuffs,” Michael whispered in a husky voice. Jeff grinned back mischievously. “And the rest!” he said. “I’m hoping for dildoes and butt plugs, maybe even whips!” As Michael tried to look shocked, even though his mind raced with horny thoughts, Jeff smiled. “I’ll start making a list if you like.” “Don’t bother, I’m sure I can manage,” Michael laughed. To be continued… Comments, complaints or compliments? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com