"No way!" Kirk yelled as he leapt off the couch and put his drink down. "There's no fucking way you're laying a finger on me!"

Shell-shocked again, Kirk gazed at the image displayed on the screen. He shook his head in disbelief then turned back to Gavin with panicked fury in his eyes. "Look, I don't know what you're game is, but I'm telling you now, I'm not playing along. However you got that picture is totally illegal. It's an invasion of privacy. Do anything with it and I'll be going to the cops."

"That wouldn't be a smart idea," said Gavin. "Nothing would ever be traced back to me, but you would have to mention the picture... and the cops are such blabber mouths, if you get my drift. So wise up for a change - be a good boy and pull down your trousers then lie over your new daddy's lap to get spanked."

"You're sick! I'm out of here!"

Kirk headed for the door but was halted in his tracks. "Don't be more stupid that you've already been," Gavin snarled, all joviality gone from his voice. "Walk out that door now and the picture hits the net. 'McTaggart Shoots!' will be your final shot, for nobody in the game will touch you after that becomes public property."

"No!" Kirk yelled as he turned around. "People won't buy it. I've already spoken to my agent - he's sorting it all out. I'm not gay! That picture means nothing."

Gavin shook his head, dismissing the claim. "You haven't spoken to anyone - I know that as a fact. Your agent however is all gab, gab, gab - Chelsea and Man. United no doubt."

"Aye!" exclaimed Kirk; his rage mounting along with his panic. "I should bloody well hope so! I'm glad I gave him the go ahead now. I'll not be staying here. Not after this."

Gavin slapped his hand over his heart and feigned a hurt expression. "No! The treachery! You'd already decided to leave us then." With another shake of his head the hand was raised from his chest and an admonishing finger wagged in Kirk's direction. "Just as well I caught you in time," Gavin added. "But that'll cost you another punishment. Disloyal as well as cocky - I obviously need to teach you a serious lesson."

"Fuck off!"

"No sunshine. I won't fuck off, but I will fuck you if you ask me nicely. It's what you want after all, isn't it - for a dominant man to take you and ride you ragged."

"Bollocks!"

"We'll see. They say that the camera never lies... whereas naughty wee boys like you are forever telling fibs."

Kirk glared at him, his mind racing, going round in circles. And for the first time he actually looked at Gavin Johnson properly - saw him as a man, and a right ruthless bastard. He was hideously old in the teenager's eyes - pushing forty at a guess; dark haired and rugged, mean and lean in an expensive suit which he admittedly filled out well with his muscular build. There was a glint in his eyes, the man so sure of himself - and there was a growing bulge in his trousers that looked annoyingly fine.

Gavin saw him looking and let out a laugh. "Oh dear oh dear," he said as he gave his crotch a rub. "Not gay you claim. Aye, all right. Let's say you're just curious. Curious to know what I'm packing here, and curious to know what it feels like to have something hard stuffed up your arse, which will be more than enough to end your career. If that picture goes public, you'll be hounded out the game, by the fans and the sponsors, if not by the players. But as luck would have it, I'm not so narrow-minded as those bigoted homophobes. It doesn't bother me in the slightest that you're a closeted queer, or 'bi-curious' if you prefer some political correctness. Call it what you like, but whatever you are, appreciate this - it's a big bad world out there for a lad like you, but I can protect you and let your talent flourish - all you have to do is obey me."

"But..."

"There are no 'buts', boy. You're well and truly snookered and I'm your only way out. Now pull down your trousers and show me your arse, and accept the punishments you've got coming to you."