Jake called to cancel our dinner date.

I wondered if he was mad with me? I was certain he knew I was lying to him about where I’d been the night before.

I hate atmospheres so I called him back.

“Are we okay?” I asked.

“Course, why’d you ask?”

“I dunno, just a feeling.”

“Is this because I cancelled tonight?”

“Kind of.”

“I’m gonna be working later than intended is all, a bit behind schedule, but if you really want to see me tonight. I’ll be free about nine if you want to come over and stay.”

“Sounds good.” I said. “I want to talk to you anyway.”

“I’ll look forward to it. Don’t worry, we’re fine, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll see you later.” I ended the call.

Truth was, I was at a loss as to what to do for the next few hours. Mr BBC, Julius, texted me earlier to arrange a last minute meet for him and a few of his mates, but thinking I was meeting Jake, I put him off.

“Fuck it,” I said, picking up the phone.

Good boy! Hilton Hotel. City Centre. Room 214 at 4:30pm. Discretion assured I hope.

I might as well use my free time to make some money. Rent was due and as of late, I’d taken more care with my money, managing to stash a good wedge away for a rainy day.

* * *

The receptionist was a total bitch, but after a phone call to Julius, eventually she let me through.

“Thanks for nothing,” I spat, sailing through the security door.

“You’re welcome, Sir,” she replied with a smirk. I wanted to rip her cheap looking skanky arsed extensions out by the root.

I knocked on room 214.

“Come in,” I heard Julius shout. My nerves were rattling.

I didn’t know who or how many would be in the room. All I knew is I’d be fifteen hundred pounds better off by the time this was over. I’d bank most of it, but treat Jake to a weekend away, well that’s if he was even talking to me after I told him where I spent the night.

I walked in. Julius was lying on the bed, already naked. His cock was rock hard. The blinds were drawn, and the room was fairly dark.

“Hey batty boy, get over here and suck my big cock, but before you do, get this tied round your face. My friends want total discretion.” He threw me a large black piece of stretchy cloth, like an oversized bandana. I tied it round my eyes, but it covered most of the top of my head too.

“Where’s everyone else?”

“Oh, don’t worry, they’ll be here. Now get your mouth round my dick.” I dropped to my knees and gripped his throbbing black cock, wrapped my lips around his bell end and sucked it slowly. “Take it all, pussy boy,” he said. I gagged as I deepthroated it, focused on breathing through my nose and listened to his moans of pleasure.

I heard the door open but was too preoccupied licking Julius’ arse. He was on his hands and knees and this time it was my turn to tongue his arse.

“Get on him lads,” was all he said, before moaning again. I played with his cock and licked his arse at the same time.

I heard the familiar sound of belt buckles being unfastened and various articles of clothes dropping to the floor, and then the approach of whoever was in the room with us.

A hard slap to my arse diverted my attention.

“I’m gonna breed your arse,” a voice I recognised said. I froze.

“He’s yours to use, but remember,” Julius said. “I’m screwing him last.”

I felt sick as I turned around, whipping off the blindfold.

Jake’s face was a picture of shock – I was the last person he’d expected to see. Anger flashed across his face, probably because he’d been caught out.

“Fuck man, you told me the guy was called Jonathan,” he yelled at Julius.

“Wouldn’t you have come if you’d known. Maybe I’d have given you a freebie, Jake.”

I watched as the other two guys looked curiously at one another.

“You know him?” One of the guys looked worried and pulled his jeans on.

“There’d be something wrong if he didn’t know his own boyfriend, wouldn’t you say so, Jakey?” I was crushed.

“Matt, I’m sorry.”

Julius climbed off the bed. I could see how worried he was. Discretion was usually guaranteed, but on this occasion, it wasn’t deserved as far as I was concerned. “You better go batty boy.”

I turned on him. “My name’s Matt, you ignorant dumb cunt. M.A.T.T. There you go, I even spelled it out for you.”

“Don’t make a scene, Matt.” Jake walked toward me, trying to calm me before the storm raged in.

“Touch me and I’ll rip your dick off and feed it to you. You told me you don’t do one-night stands, but I guess that doesn’t include escorts.”

“It’s not like that,” he protested. “Let me get my jeans on, and we’ll go and talk.”

I ignored his request. “And you like to fuck raw from what I just heard. You’re disgusting and probably riddled.”

“It was just dirty talk, that’s all. Look, can we go somewhere and talk?”

“No,” I replied.

“You need to go,” Julius said, climbing off the bed, his cock no longer hard.

“Oh, I’ll go, but I want fifteen hundred or I’ll scream like a fucking banshee and then your discretion goes out the window.”

“Come on, we didn’t get what we were paying for,” another of the lads said.

“Well, get your cock out and I’ll suck it for you. I’m sure Jake will love to watch, won’t you?”

“No,” he replied, his face red.

“Fifteen hundred or I scream,” I said to Jake. “Make your choice, dickhead.”

“Give him the cash, but get him out of here right now,” Julius ordered.

Jake counted out the money in front of me. I snatched it out of his hand, got dressed, but as I was leaving, turned and walked to Jake, punching him in the nose. “Nobody breeds my arse, got it!” I followed the punch with a knee to his bollocks.

Blood poured from his nose and he bent double.

I slammed the door behind me and seconds later, Jake ran after me, wiping his nose with a towel.

“Matt, please, I’ve fucked up.”

“You knew what I was when we met. Was it all just a game to you?”

“At first, yes, but I never imagined how amazing you were.”

“You just wanted to get me into bed, didn’t you?”

“At first yes, but when we bought food for that homeless pair, I fell for you.”

“Not enough to want to remain faithful.”

He grabbed my arm. “I was stupid and thought we were still casual with each other. I should have talked to you and set some ground rules.

I shrugged him off, wanting to smack him in the mouth, give him a bloodied mouth to match his nose. “Unless you want to walk out of here with your balls lodged in your nostrils, take your dirty hands off me. You make me sick.”

He stepped back. “Please.”

“Drop dead,” I said, spotting the opportunity and punching the glass in the fire alarm. “Good luck explaining this to that bitch receptionist.” The alarm wailed, and for a moment he looked panic stricken, turned on his heels and ran back toward the room. I heard the door slam. I walked through the stairwell door, out past reception and into the cold night air.

“Don’t cry,” I said to myself. I was humiliated enough and didn’t want anybody to see me lose it.