Hetero, Broke, and an Offer Impossible to Refuse

Bruno Sáez was twenty-eight years old, had a body honed by discipline, and the kind of smile that opened doors. Four years earlier he had finished his Business Administration degree in Barcelona, and since then he’d held a comfortable job at a consulting firm in the city center. Good salary, a shared flat with his girlfriend, and the perfect appearance of a man who had everything under control.

He liked his life, or at least he liked the version other people saw. He got up early to go to the gym, where he always felt eyes resting on him. He knew he was attractive and he enjoyed it: his chiseled chest with a hint of hair, his firm legs, that confidence that came from knowing he was being watched. He didn’t care whether it was men or women looking at him. He just wanted to be the center of the room.

The problem, the only one he couldn’t hide, was sports betting. He was addicted. Every month he lost amounts that at first he managed to cover up, and over time became impossible to conceal. What started as a lapse turned into a black hole. In the last year he had lost more than ninety thousand euros, and on top of that there were renovation works at home he couldn’t pay for or explain.

The previous Monday had been decisive. His company was closing a deal with Lukas Brenner, a Swiss investor willing to pour money into Spain, and Bruno had been assigned to present the project. It was the third meeting with him, and Bruno had noticed how the Swiss man looked at him: the smiles, the eyes that lingered a little too long. As heterosexual as he was, he knew how to read the signal and decided to take advantage of it.

He chose the suit that best shaped his ass and a fitted shirt that outlined every muscle. He even took off his jacket in the middle of the presentation, claiming he was hot, so Lukas could look at everything he wanted. The deal was signed. The company made a fortune and Bruno received a four-thousand-euro bonus. Pocket change for someone who owed ninety thousand.

***

The bank had already threatened to garnish his paycheck, and it was only a matter of days before Clara, his girlfriend, discovered the disaster. That afternoon, as he left the gym, his phone rang with an unknown number.

—Hello, Bruno. This is Mateo, Mr. Brenner’s lawyer. We handled his project with your company.

—Ah, yes, how’s it going? I’m kind of busy right now. If there’s anything wrong with the paperwork, talk to Adrián, he can help you.

—No, no, it’s not that. The contract is perfect. I need to speak to you about a personal matter, and it’s urgent. Can we have a coffee? I’m near your place.

Bruno was baffled by all of it. How the hell did this man know where he lived? What in the world did he want to propose? Curiosity beat caution, and he agreed to meet him.

They sat at a secluded table in a nearly empty café. Mateo was an elegant man with measured gestures who got straight to the point.

—What I’m about to say is going to sound strange, and you can stop me whenever you want. But knowing your financial situation, I think it will interest you.

—What the fuck are you talking about? What do you know about my situation? Have you been spying on me?

—That’s beside the point. Don’t play innocent, you know how we work. This is confidential. If you’re not interested, I’ll get up and you’ll never see me again.

—Come on, spit it out.

—My client is going to his house in the Caribbean, in Panama, for a few days. He wants you to accompany him. To spend those days with him. As his partner.

It took Bruno a second to process the words.

—What? Have you all lost your minds? I have a girlfriend, I’m not into guys, and I’m definitely not some fucking rent boy.

—Calm down and listen to me. Lukas is a man with a lot of money and a lot of work. Every now and then he takes a vacation and doesn’t like being alone, but he also doesn’t want strings attached. He’s taken a fancy to you. Five days. And compensation that would change your life.

Bruno’s head was spinning. He wanted to smash that lawyer’s calm face in. On the other hand, he needed the money like he needed to breathe.

—I can see you haven’t left yet, —said Mateo, almost amused—. Shall I go on?

—Talk.

—He’s not looking for a real partner. He wants company for a few days. You’d be together under a strict confidentiality agreement. You sign, he signs. What happens there doesn’t exist for anyone.

—Explain this “as his partner” thing. Sex and all that?

—Of course.

—I’m not gay, for fuck’s sake. Men don’t turn me on.

—And that’s none of my business. This is an employment contract. You go, you stay five days, or more if you want, and then once you’re gone, I won’t remember you. Two hundred thousand euros before you leave. Three hundred thousand when you get back.

Half a million euros for a week in the Caribbean. Bruno felt the floor shift beneath him. That money would wipe out all his debts in one blow and give him his life back. The problem remained the same: he had never been attracted to a man. Would he be able to get hard with another guy? Would he have to let himself be done to? His hands were sweating just thinking about it.

***

That night he texted Mateo with the doubts he hadn’t dared voice in person. The answer was brief.

—You’ll discover my client’s tastes as you go. As far as I know, he’s more active than passive, but I can’t promise anything. He only has one condition: during those days you’re a couple and that’s that. He doesn’t want to hear about money, contracts, or your life. He doesn’t care where you come from. He just wants company. And he tends to leave good tips if he’s satisfied.

Bruno got home convinced he would say no. Then he saw the open letter on the table: the bank announcing the garnishment of his paycheck. Clara had read it. Almost at that same moment, a message from her came in saying she was going to her parents’ house and didn’t want anything to do with him.

His world came crashing down. He knew Clara would tell everything. He managed to reach her, calm her down halfway, sell her the lie of a misunderstanding that could be fixed. Once he’d eased her somewhat, he grabbed the phone and dialed the lawyer’s number.

—I accept.

The following days were torture. He signed the contract, went through medical tests, and even tried watching gay porn to understand how it all worked. He didn’t make much sense of it. He convinced Clara he needed a few days away to sort everything out, and on Sunday night he headed to the airport, to the private jet that would take him across the Atlantic.

Mateo’s only advice was clear: “Be affectionate with him and don’t talk to him about any of this.” Just before takeoff, Bruno opened the banking app. Two hundred thousand euros, freshly deposited. There was no turning back now.

***

On arrival, a luxury car was waiting to drive him to a mansion perched above the coast, overlooking a bay of turquoise water. Bruno was flabbergasted, calculating how much the place must cost. He was nervous because he had no idea when Lukas would appear or what the meeting would be like.

A petite woman welcomed him at the door with a warm smile.

—Welcome. The boss hasn’t arrived yet. Make yourself comfortable, take a swim in the pool if you want.

Bruno walked through the house with his mouth hanging open: two pools, a gym, a sauna, enormous rooms. He changed in one of the bedrooms, put on a tight blue swimsuit that accentuated his legs and pecs, and went down to lie in the sun. He swam for half an hour and then sprawled out in a hammock, half asleep, until a noise woke him.

It was Lukas. He arrived in a flawless suit and a bottle-green tie. A tall man of about forty-five, broad-shouldered, with a presence that filled the garden. Bruno, increasingly tense, couldn’t understand how someone like that needed to pay for company. The Swiss man sat down beside him in the hammock, said hello, and kissed him. Just like that. As if it were the most natural thing in the world.

At first they were quick kisses, exploratory. Then something deeper, slower. It was the first time Bruno had ever kissed a man, and he let himself go. This had to go well.

—I’ve really been looking forward to seeing you, —Lukas murmured against his mouth.

The Swiss man reclined over Bruno’s body, kissing him, stroking his sides. Bruno was surprised not to feel repulsed. He had imagined something rough, violent, and instead there was patience in those hands. Twenty minutes later Lukas was half naked on top of him, and the housekeeper interrupted them to say lunch was ready. Bruno felt awkward, but he immediately understood that the woman had seen everything a thousand times. When he stood up, he was stunned to find he had gotten hard. He blamed it on the constant rubbing.

***

They ate alone on a terrace overlooking the sea, holding hands, exchanging the occasional kiss. Lukas turned out to be talkative, funny, with stories from half the world. When the woman cleared the plates, the Swiss man pulled Bruno onto his lap. The kisses grew more intense. Bruno could feel Lukas’s hardness against him and firm hands squeezing his ass.

Lukas lifted him effortlessly and laid him out on the table. He traced Bruno’s chest with his mouth, lingering on his nipples—something that always drove Bruno wild—then went down over his abs to his swimsuit. He took it off with his teeth. No one had ever gone down on him like that, all the way, without hesitation. Bruno found himself grabbing the Swiss man’s head, pushing it against him, surprised by the pleasure shooting up his back.

Lukas kept going down, lifted his legs, and attacked territory no one had ever entered before. It was something new and disorienting, a pleasure Bruno didn’t know how to name and that made him arch over the table. When he said he was about to come, Lukas finished him with his hand until he exploded over his own chest. The Swiss man cleaned him up calmly, held him, and just when Bruno thought it would be his turn now, Lukas suggested a nap. He was exhausted.

They fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, naked, as if they had been together for years. When they woke, another round of kisses and caresses began. This is what they paid me for, Bruno thought, and I’m doing it as well as I can.

***

—Tonight I want to take you to dinner at some friends’ place. It’s one of the best spots in the country, —Lukas said.

—I didn’t bring anything to go out in. I thought we’d be staying here.

—That can be fixed quickly. Come on, let’s take a shower.

The shower was an extension of the bed. Kisses growing more out of control, hot water, hands everywhere. Bruno couldn’t stop being impressed by how hard the Swiss man was. Lukas turned him around, pressed him against the tiles, and went down to his ass, small and firm. He licked it hungrily and then did something different: he opened him with one finger, then two. All of it was new, and Bruno sensed what was coming.

—Easy, —Lukas whispered, pressing against his back.

He started to enter him slowly, with a certainty that left no room for doubt. Bruno’s legs went weak, but there was no going back now. Little by little he felt him all the way inside.

—Ready?

Bruno answered with a rough gasp. The Swiss man began a slow pumping that gradually picked up rhythm. Bruno had decided not to think, to live this as a job and, almost without meaning to, as an experience. Lukas bit his neck, told him in his ear how horny he made him, how good he looked. Ten minutes later he announced he was about to come, pulled out abruptly, and made Bruno kneel so he could finish on his face. Bruno took the shot with his eyes closed. Then, for the first time, he tasted a cock, and although he didn’t like the sensation, he did his part. The goal was something else.

Lukas lifted him, hugged him, and told him in his ear that he loved him.

***

When he got out of the shower, he found a black suit on the bed. He put it on and the result was spectacular. Lukas made that clear with a kiss and a long pass of his hand over Bruno’s ass. Bruno liked showing off, and that night he would be another man’s trophy.

The restaurant was discreet and luxurious. Lukas didn’t let go of Bruno; he walked him around, wanted people to see him with him. The waiter who greeted them was a tall, mixed-race man, very attractive, and he kept smiling at the Swiss man. That sent a strange stab through Bruno. Was he jealous? He made an excuse to go to the bathroom, and when he came back he saw the waiter and Lukas laughing together at the bar again. The same unpleasant flutter in his stomach.

Without thinking, Bruno walked over, grabbed Lukas by the waist, and planted a long, possessive kiss on him, making it clear who belonged to whom that night. The Swiss man looked surprised, and then delighted.

Bruno pulled back a little, bewildered by himself. He had entered that house convinced he would feel nothing, that he would endure five days like someone serving a well-paid sentence. And yet there he was, staking claim to a man as if he truly cared. Four days remained, and for the first time he had no idea what he was hoping for.