Naughty Pleasure Market Ch. 04

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.”

Matt followed him first, trying to distance himself from his new ‘friend’, who discreetly placed this recording device of his under shirt. Matt decided to appreciate good looking back and shoulders of the man leading them, instead.

“Where are you taking us?” Asked the jock, angrily, as they were diving deeper and deeper into more and more shady basement.

“Let’s just say you’re not going to like it.” Stranger assured. “That’s what you get for being so slutty, lad.”

“The fuck you’re talking ‘bout! That bitch drugged me!”

“Yeah, whatever you say, boy.”

“What are you going to do to us...?” Matt spoke in weak, worried voice. He was afraid of this place and whole situation in general, but also... a little bit excited.

Stranger stopped and reached with his hand to catch the back of Matthew’s head. Suddenly, he pulled Matthew closer, forcing him to burrow his nose in the scent of man’s deodorant left on his white t-shirt.

“We will get to know each other very well.” Man answered, caressing the back of Matt’s head with his hand.

Matt couldn’t stop himself, the horniness was already taking over. He reached to man’s crotch in response and grabbed his soft dick and balls through his sweatpants, not entirely sure if he should be doing that. Considering that man’s hand left the back of Matt’s head, just to land on his ass moment later, he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Come on in.” Man slapped boy’s ass and pushed him through the doors to a locker room. “You, too.” Jock apparently required some extra convincing. “Alright, lads. Clothes off.”

Jock looked at him, surprised.

“What? No way, man!” Matthew knew well the less obvious reason of jock’s refusal. He won’t be able to record the blackmailers without any piece of clothes to hide it in...

“So you won’t do it?” Blackmailer asked with slight smile. “Alright then... let me upload one video real quick and you’re free to go...”

“Fuck you! Just tell me how much you want and let me out of here, shithead!”

Matthew backed off when anger appeared on blackmailer’s face. Shocked, he observed how man’s hand slapped jock in the cheek, suddenly making him look like a vulnerable baby, not young masculine man he wanted to be seen as.

“Don’t try to piss me off, cunt. Strip the fuck down or get the hell out of here and go read some nice comment under your video on PornHub. The choice is yours.” Man looked at Matthew who was obediently taking his pants off. He smiled, seeing boy so intimidated and eager to cooperate. “Not even a word of protest, such a good bitch.”

Responding to his humiliating comment, in front of homophobic jock, turned to be harder than Matthew expected. He had to remind himself that this jock was as much of a slave as he was.

“Yes, sir.” It felt so good to let it out... Those tingling shivers activated every time he showed submissiveness to another male were the most sexual impulse he ever experienced. Almost like he was born to let dominant men torment him.

His dick twitched in boxers right when he was pulling them down. Shyly, he let the other men see his erection, which was giving away the truth about how much he hated this treatment...

“Mine is much bigger.” Claimed the dominant, grasping Matt’s penis with his hand. “But that’s exactly why you’re the bitch here.”

Matt curled his toes, still hidden in socks. His touch felt so good, that boy’s head was starting to fall into some blissful fog.

“Please, don’t stop, sir...” He begged, pushing his hips further, giving himself away to the blackmailer.

But man stopped immediately and slapped his cock with great strength. Matt moaned and his whole body surrendered to a new, surprising and brutal sensation, when he straighten up in pain.

“That naughty meat rod is not for you, boy. It’s a toy for real men.” The dominant gently patted his cheek, smiling with his perfect teeth like a villain.

“Disgusting fags...” A quiet, angry snarl could be heard from behind the man.

Matt and his blackmailer turned to discover jock struggling to pull off his pants from one leg. Matthew couldn’t oppose his own nature, he instantly started checking him out. He was a definition of twunk -- his muscles were nicely shaped, but shoulders were not broad enough, which made him look way more boyish than manly. His penis was soft and smooth, probably to meet the needs of ladies which usually were refusing touching hairy dick, or so Matthew heard form Ethan. Just another proof that females don’t know how to appreciate men...

“You would know much about faggotry, wouldn’t you?” Blackmailer laughed straight into his face. “I’ve seen your video, you know? The way you were enthusiastically slurping on that guy’s hairy pits was straight as fuck.”

“Fuck you! You know fucking well that I was drugged! When I watched the video in the morning, I fucking puked at how disgusting it was.” He looked down at his feet. “Can I keep the socks on? It’s fucking cold in here.”

“Whatever. Both of you, throw your clothes to this container. Valuables go to this locker.” He opened one of the locks and allowed them to place their smartphones, earphones, wallets and watches in. Matthew noticed that jock hid something in one of his socks...

“Alright, come with me. Oscar will be here soon and we have to prepare you before he arrives...”

“Sir, please, wait.” Matthew’s erection has spoken, before his brain could stop it. “He wanted to keep his socks on so he could record the audio of our conversation and blackmail you back later...” Matt pointed at his new friend apparently suffering from internalized homophobia.

Jock looked at him with wrath in his eyes.

“What the fuck did you just say?” The dominant man was just as angry. He got closer to the jock and stared down at him, in a way that would make Matt kneel and beg for mercy. “Take off your stinkers.”

“Fuck no, man!” Jock opposed. “Why do you fucking believe that fag?”

“Cause he’s a bitch and he would do anything just to suck my dick, while you’re a closeted case. Take ‘em off.”

Angry boy obeyed and slowly pulled off one, then another sock. A small device fell out of the second one. Blackmailer immediately crushed it with a flip-flop.

“ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED?!” Jock flipped out at Matt, getting his fist ready to hit him. “WE COULD FUCKING BLACKMAIL THEM BACK, YOU IDIOT!”

Before any harm happened to Matthew, his sexy dominant intervened, striking the jock right in the stomach, completely disabling him as a threat. Jock growled and fell to his knees, desperately trying to catch a breath.

“No violence will be tolerated. Now stop crying and stand the fuck up. You’ve wasted enough of my time.” Man looked at Matthew, smiled and touched his lips with pointing finger. “Your loyalty will be rewarded, little cunt. I promise you that soon enough you will be sipping my cum, just like you’ve dreamed.”

“I will do anything to please you, sir...” Matt’s cock was jumping up and down, twitching uncontrollably in boiling excitement and need to feel like an absolute slut. His penis was the one making decisions right now and it didn’t matter that these were known form making some very poor choices. Probably, because these poor choices usually felt deliciously good.

Jock stood up and got close enough to Matt to look him straight in the eyes. Their noses almost touched.

“You will regret it, I promise,” jock said.

Matthew smiled, confidently.

“There’s no punishment I wouldn’t enjoy taking from you, mate...” As mean of ending this conversation in a winning way, Matt brushed jock’s stomach with the tip of his hard cock, leaving him angry and disgusted. Then they followed their blackmailer to a little room that was soon going to fill with sweat, saliva, tears and semen.