To the reader: This is the first of a multipart story chronicling one possible outcome of Soma's explorations. There's not a lot of action in this part, but it will be there. I was torn how to classify it, as it could fit into several categories: Mature, Gay Male, Nonconsensual/Reluctance or even BDSM. I decided on Gay Male, as the Mature category seems to cater to more heterosexual relationships. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it. Please send your comments, suggestions and criticisms. A special note of thanks to keptsissy for her encouragement to write this story.
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The day that changed my life started like any other. I woke up, made my morning cup of coffee, went into the living room and checked my email. One subject line grabbed my attention and chilled me: "Does This Look Familiar? (NSFW)" There was a video attachment and a short note:
"If this video interests you and you would prefer others in your household at (here was my home address) not to see it, come to the office of the location where it was made today and ask for the manager. Plan on taking the afternoon off."
As I watched the video, a pit opened up in my stomach. It was obviously shot in a motel room. On the bed, a man wearing stockings and panties was eagerly sucking the cock of an older man who was laying back and enjoying the attention. As the man kissed his way down to the older man's feet and started licking them and taking the toes into his mouth, it was clear who the stocking clad pervert was: me.
This was the day I had feared: in spite of all my precautions, someone had caught me in the act of fulfilling my fantasies. Someone knew about my attraction to cock and cum and had tracked me down. What did they want? Blackmail, obviously, but, if so, they picked the wrong bank account. Regardless, I knew where I had to be at lunch today.
I went through the motions at work in the morning, dreading the conversation to come. I left early after telling my boss I had an afternoon appointment and would be taking the rest of the day off. I made my way to the motel that had been the scene of many of my explorations and parked in the back as usual. I took a swig of water and a deep breath and walked slowly to the office.
The woman at the desk seemed to recognize me as I walked in.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Soma. Mr. King is expecting you."
She pointed me to an office door behind her. Through the glass window, I could see the manager, an ordinary looking man of about 45, with balding hair and a small paunch, look up and walk out of the office carrying a file folder. He shook my hand with a smile.
"So good of you to come, Mr. Soma. Follow me, please."
He walked out of the office and I followed in a bit of a daze, not sure of what was happening. He went to a room at the far end of the hotel and invited me in. It was a king standard room, of the sort I knew very well. The room was warmer than normal, as the air conditioning was turned down. He turned on the lights, closed the curtains, locked the door and motioned me to sit in the main chair. He sat at the desk, turned on the work light and opened the folder.
"My apologies for the rather dramatic email, but I wanted to be sure to get your attention."
"You certainly did that; how did you get that video?"
"You may remember we performed major renovations at the hotel last year. While we were adding new furniture and TVs, we also took the liberty of adding cameras in certain rooms for extra security. As you well know, at our location we have a number of customers who rent rooms for...shorter stays. We make sure those clients are given the special rooms, so we can make sure no illegal activities are taking place..."
"And so you can blackmail the people who use them?" I interrupted angrily.
"Blackmail, Mr. Soma? Do you think this is about blackmail? Not at all.
"Naturally, we want to make sure our rooms are not being used for prostitution or drug dealing: those are both bad for our legitimate business. At the same time, we like to understand better who is using our rooms and why, so we can provide better services to our clientele. And that, Mr. Soma, is why you're here today."
"What do you mean?" This conversation was getting strange.
"Over the past year, we've noticed an interesting phenomenon: middle age and older men coming here to engage in sexual activity, not with women, but with other men. While we certainly don't discourage such activities, we were curious about this and did some...market research, let us say, on places such as Craigslist and Squirt. We arrived at some interesting conclusions, and some interesting marketing opportunities.
