Matthew was nervously observing men working out at the Manchester’s Gym. Places like this always made him feel anxious, as he felt weak with his twinky body, in presence of all these hunks. He was waiting in the main hall, on a bench, waiting for his blackmailer to approach him. Suddenly, someone did.
“I recognize you from the university,” said stranger, who immediately stroke as much younger than Matthew. “Are you being blackmailed as well?”
That was pretty unexpected. Matt thought he will be the only victim to come here. Looking at the stranger, he would never suspect him of being into humiliating gay sex. He would actually judge him as just another jock attending this gym to work on the machines, as he was taller, more muscular than Matthew and had this hairstyle screaming, “I watch football and hair conditioner is for faggots.”
“Yeah.” That’s all Matt was able to spill right now.
“Then listen, I’ve got a plan.” Stranger pulled out some weird, small device from his pocket. “I will record that shithead making threats and then we will be able to blackmail him back. I don’t have any cash to spend, especially on shit like this.”
Ah, so he didn’t know that this was not about cash at all... Well, not everyone had Ethan to explain activity of local secret sex organizations.
Either way, Matt felt a little bit ashamed. Such plan haven’t even crossed his horny mind, he just obediently accepted his fate of a future paid-off whore. Now, when this guy presented a possible threat to his slutty fate, Matt was almost starting to feel the need to oppose to this plan.
“They don’t want our cash”, Matthew said. “Don’t you know who they are?”
“The fuck are you talking ‘bout, mate? ‘Course they want our cash, what else?”
“They blackmail people so they can
fuck
them anytime they want...” Stranger’s reaction was pure angry disbelief, perhaps with a little bit of surprise mixed with it. “Who was responsible for your blackmail video? Was it a guy named Phillip?”
Jock became visibly hostile.
“What fucking Phillip, mate? It was a chick. She got me completely wasted and made me...” he hesitated. “
Do some things.
Bitch probably drugged me as well.” He measured Matthew with very judgmental stare. “You?”
Hearing this, Matt felt the immediate need to lie, but then he reminded himself that he was out of the closet since... ever. Some instincts are just hard to get rid of.
“Phillip seduced me and... well, let’s say he recorded me in a moment of weakness.”
Guy seemed confused at first.
“You’re a fag...?” He figured it out. “Great... Can’t wait ‘til somebody sees me here with you... They’ll think I’m a fag, too...”
And right when Matthew was preparing to deliver classy but very unpleasant response to these barbaric words, another stranger approached them.
“Hey there, pussy boys.” He was a bulky, blond guy in his thirties, who was wearing flip-flops with incredibly smug smile on his dumb-looking face and hair still wet from shower or swimming pool. He passed next to them and went down the stairs. “Come with me, we have shit to do.”
