*** Nate's Evil Exploits is the tale of a sex-crazed bisexual sociopath whose job (and passion) is sexually exploiting people during corporate downsizing. ***
** This episode includes gay sex only ***
Nate spent another hour in the Karaoke bar downing tequila shots to celebrate the best fuck of the day. Then, when his stomach and head were both infused with a warm glow, he left the bar and started the sobering walk back up to Mala Suerte.
By now his boyfriend, Rene, would either have caught a cab back to their inner-city apartment, or he'd be in the back room with the kid he'd been making out with on the dance floor. It was worthwhile checking the bar before he headed home, in case Rene needed reminding where he lived.
Being Monday, the streets were all but deserted. The karaoke bar where he'd fucked Lila was in the industrial part of town at the bottom of a hill, an area which was struggling to make a comeback after the GFC had emptied it out. The streets were a mess of sex shops and convenience stores clad with security mesh, their fronts darkened by band posters, flanked on all sides by derelict buildings.
As he started up the hill, his leather dress shoes clapped against the pavement, while above him the skyline bled up to a scattering of stars. One of the skyscrapers was lit in pink tonight for some cause or other. Breast awareness? Nate struggled to remember. Something like that.
It occurred to him that he was drunk, but it didn't matter. If he started late tomorrow, the only person who would notice would be Greg... and maybe Justin, when Nate wasn't there for his early-morning blowjob. He doubted either of them would complain.
He turned down a narrow alley that cut down the centre of a block of warehouses, bordered on either side by towering walls of graffitied concrete. The sides were lined with metal bins, discarded beer crates and building debris, weeds erupting through cracks in the uneven concrete. His foot hit something and he stumbled heavily against the wall.
There was a sound behind him. A scuffing of shoes. The sound of someone trying to breathe quietly so as not to be heard.
He spun around, unsure if he'd actually heard anything, his head still fogged with booze and adrenalin.
There was a dark shape in the alley behind him. The way the figure moved told Nate it was no mistake this person was here in this deserted shithole part of town. He was being hunted.
He glanced back towards the glow of streetlights at the other end of the alley. If he made a break for it, he might just make it.
Decision made, he launched off the wall and ran. As his shoes hit the gritty concrete, the footsteps behind him sped up to match his, sneakers rasping against the pavement.
Heart pounding, he was halfway towards the mouth of the alley when he tripped over a wooden crate. He fell to his knees, landing heavily on his hands. As he gained his feet, a hand caught the collar of his suit jacket and jerked him backwards.
He found himself shoved hard against the wall, an arm across his chest crushing him hard into the concrete.
It was impossible to tell who was attacking him; the guy was wearing a dark hoodie, his face shrouded in shadow. Nate caught the glint of light on a knife blade and gasped for breath, expecting to feel metal slide into his stomach at any moment.
As the guy held him still, he pulled a phone from his pocket and dialled a number.
"Yeah, I got 'im. Nah, nah, he's no trouble. The guy's a pussyhole, innit? Yeah. I'll call you when he's fixed up."
He ended the call and held up the phone. Nate blinked the LED flash blinded him.
The kid pushed the phone back into his pocket. "Now, you's not going to make this any harder than it has to be, are you blud?"
He pulled his hood back and Nate saw his face for the first time. He looked as if he was no more than eighteen, pale-skinned and square-jawed. He moved his head back and his eyes caught the light. They were light blue, a little too sharp, as if he was on something.
His gaze roved over Nate. "You not too butterz is you?"
Nate stared at him. He thought that might mean he wasn't ugly, but he wasn't sure.
The kid laughed. "You 'ave no idea what I'm saying, do you, blud?"
He pressed his arm harder against Nate's chest.
"What do you want? My wallet?" His heart was pounding.
The kid laughed again. "Nah, nah, blud, I'm here to fix you up for Colin, yeah? You remember Colin?"
Oh Fuck. Yeah, he remembered Colin. Nate was impressed by how fast the Manc salesman had put a revenge plan into action. Very impressed.
"If you're not mugging me, what do you want?"
"Oh, blud, you is going to enjoy dis from what I hear."
Nate seriously doubted that.
"But first we need to set some rules, yeah? I need you to do what I tell you, you get me?"
"Or what?"
The fist that landed in his stomach doubled him over. While he was panting for breath, the kid pulled him upright and slammed him back against the wall.
"Did you not see I got a knife?"
"So what, you'll kill me if I don't do what you want me to? You looking forward to spending the next twenty-five years in jail?"
The kid shook his head. "I'm not stupid. I might cut you. Or I might just beat the shit out of you instead."
He pried Nate's lips apart with his fingers. "You look like you got nice teeth. You can keep them in your mouth, or I can give them to you to take home at the end of the night. Your call."
Nate moved his head away and glanced longingly at the light and freedom that was just out of reach.
"Look at me, blud. You's called Nate, yeah? Nate, you ain't gettin' out of this. So you just need to do what I tell you and keep your mouth shut unless I'm using it."
Nate found himself getting dizzy as adrenalin turned to fear. "What are you going to do?"
"Nuffing. But you is going to be doing plenty."
Nate stared at him. "You're going to rape me?"
The kid looked offended. "Rape you? Nah. I'm givin' you a choice. I can beat you till you can't move, or you can do what I tell you to. You choose."
So that was Colin's plan. He thought he could send some street kid after Nate to terrorise him. Inside, Nate was darkly excited. It wasn't the first time someone had come after him. He could get himself out of this. Colin would regret coming after him. Colin would regret being born.
"You got a name?" he asked his attacker.
The kid grinned. "Alec."
"Okay, Alec. I'll double whatever Colin offered you."
He didn't expect that to work, but it was testing a theory.
Alec pushed his arm harder against Nate's chest. "You think you can bribe me?"
He snapped the knife closed and pocketed it, "It's not about the money."
"...then what?"
"You is buff." Alec caressed his face. "Now it's time to stop talking and get your clothes off."
Nate narrowed his eyes. "Can't I just suck you off or something?"
"Yeah, you will an' all, but I don't want you tryin' to run off before I'm done."
That grated. Nate had no intention of running. Not now.
Alec stepped back to give him room while Nate pulled off his suit jacket.
"Leave it on the ground, blud."
"This suit cost over two thousand pounds."
Alec just smiled.
Nate dropped the suit jacket on the ground. He started to unbutton his shirt as Alec watched, one hand resting against the bulge in his jeans.
"Slowly. Don't rush it."
Nate ground his teeth as he undid his buttons one at a time. He tugged his shirt out of his pants and stood there with it hanging open.
Alec moved into him and slid his hands under the shirt. He sang softly, "Some-a some-a some I murder, some-a some I let go."
He pulled Nate to him and kissed him on the mouth. Nate tasted the sourness of beer on his tongue, could smell the gel in the kid's hair and whatever body spray he used in lieu of deodorant.
The kid ground his erection against Nate's jeans. The strength in his arms told Nate that even without the knife, a physical fight was going to be a challenge, and he didn't want to go to work tomorrow with bruises. But that knife... that was his ticket out of this.
He put his arms around Alec and kissed him back, his tongue caressing the other man's, while his hand slipped into the pocket of his hoodie. His fingers closed around the knife, while he slid his hand down to rub the other man's erection.
"This is so hot," Nate whispered.
He drew his hand back and flicked the knife out as he did. The second it was out, he shoved into the kid with his shoulder to push him back, and brought up the knife, holding it at throat level.
Alec's eyes widened. He backed away, his hands up by his shoulders.
"Come on bruv, you don't need to do that. We were having fun, yeah?"
Nate gave him a condescending smile. "I suggest you fuck off back where you came from, before I lose my shit."
Alec's eyes roved over Nate with his shirt hanging open, his hair messed from their kiss. Nate could see that, far from being afraid, the kid was getting even more aroused.
"Go on, fuck off," he said, with a tinge of annoyance.
Alec shook his head. "Can't do that, bruv."
He was quick. Nate barely saw him tense before he found himself on his knees, the knife knocked from his hand. He wasn't sure if Alec had kicked him or punched him. All he knew was that it felt as if he was coughing up pieces of lung, and possibly pieces of rib too.
Alec retrieved the knife and crouched beside him. "I warned you, blud, you ain't getting out of this. But you is super cute when you think you're in control."
He patted Nate's shoulder and straightened up.
Nate looked up at him, one hand pressed to his chest. Christ it hurt.
Alec looked down at him. "It's time, blud." He undid the zip on his jeans, his eyes locked to Nate's.
