Free Blatino Str8 Trade: Alpha Thugs Downlow (Ultimate Str8 Trade Book 1) by Marcus Greene

was part of his pleasure, and it made him rock-hard from the moment Ribbon sauntered in. When Ribbon began talking with Lyle in hushed tones near the register, Walter's heart pumped. His anxiety worked within their plan, however, so he didn't need to hide it. He did need to hide his homosexuality, which wasn't very easy for Walter. He wasn't flamboyant, but he wasn't used to hiding it either.
    "Don't you gimme that shit, nigga! You come up short cuz you chose to come up short. I gave you money to save this story, cuz I believe in it, and I wanna support this community," Ribbon said loudly, attracting attention from everyone in the shop. They all knew what was about to happen, but they didn't let on that they knew. Ribbon was rather short, but wide and powerfully built. He had broad shoulders underneath a purple suit jacket, and he wore jeweled rings on all ten fingers.
    "Okay, okay, I'll tell you," Lyle said. "Just relax, nigga. Don't hurt 'im-"
    "If some nigga lost all the money I gave you cuz he bettin' like a gamblin' fool, you best believe I's gonna hurt him. It's either him or you, motherfucker. One of you's gonna get punished today. It can either be the nigga who lost my money, or it can be the nigga who gonna pay it back. Yo' choice."
    "I'll take it," Walter said. Everyone looked at him. He swallowed nervously. "You don't need to protect me, Lyle." He approached Ribbon, who frowned at him. "I'm the one who lost your money, Ribbon."
    Ribbon stepped closer to him. "You... You look like a pussy, boy. I can't believe Lyle lets a nigga like you handle money for this shop." He paused, took off his hat and placed it in Walter's hand. He sneered at him. "Gonna treat you like a pussy now, boy. Close those blinds, Lyle, and lock the door so no kids come in. Any niggas come to the door, you let them in so everyone see this pussy get fucked."
    Lyle rushed to do so. Shadows filled the barbershop as the barbers and a handful of customers clustered in the opposite end of the shop. They didn't look away though.
    "You hold onto my hat and jacket," Ribbon said, placing his purple coat in Walter's free hand. "Hold it nice, don't fold it or wrinkle it or let it touch the ground. I will stab you, motherfucker."
    "Yes, Ribbon." Walter didn't need to pretend to be nervous, that was a natural reaction to the situation, and Ribbon apparently took his anxiety as shame as well. There was no way Ribbon would do this if he knew Walter was gay -- the whole point was punishment, after all. Walter hadn't tried to pass as straight since his grandmother died.
    It soon became apparent why Ribbon wanted Walter to hold onto his hat and suit-jacket -- aside from being humiliating, it was going to make getting fucked more difficult because Walter couldn't grab onto anything for support. He couldn't bend over; he could only stand awkwardly, holding his legs wide.
    "Spread yo' legs, bitch," Ribbon said as he undid Walter's belt and pulled his underwear down. Walter grimaced and did so. He choked back a sob of fear, which made Ribbon cackle with glee.
    "You gonna cry, nigga? It's okay if you gonna cry. I use bitch-tears as lube, nigga," Ribbon said, pausing for a few seconds with his hot cock throbbing in between Walter's cheeks.
    Then he pushed his cock right in. For a moment, Walter thought that wouldn't be enough, that Ribbon would realize he wasn't a virgin. Walter had a plan for that -- he'd just say he fucked around on the downlow before; he could even claim a different loan shark had fucked him as well in order to collect on a debt. Since Walter was pretending to be a gambling addict, that would have been an entirely believable claim.
    But if Ribbon noticed, he didn't say anything. He pounded away at Walter's ass, and smiled at the other men in the shop, who watched with shock and dismay all over their faces. They winced when Ribbon slammed the last few inches of his dick in all at once, and Walter roared in pain. There was a thin thread of pleasure as