HECTOR, THE LEGIONARY ----- ELEVEN

That night was long. Very long.

Héctor and Carlos caught up on all the messages and extortions they had been receiving recently, all of them very similar, since it was obvious they came from the same person.

They ruled out possible suspects that came to mind. Evidently it had to be someone who knew them both, which was not too difficult in Melilla where they were more than well known. The crux of the matter was discovering who could know that both of them had had a sexual relationship with the lieutenant’s wife.

Someone who also felt a desire for revenge strong enough to destroy their respective military careers, over something that happened years ago and to which neither they, nor she, gave too much importance. A simple few days of heat between two buff young soldiers and the lieutenant’s wife.

Well, Carlos said between beers: “Let’s see what that fucking Salvador has in store for us tomorrow.” “You should’ve seen the groping that faggot gave me, man.” “If I hadn’t been careful he would’ve stuck a finger up my little asshole, with the excuse of putting cream on me after shaving me.”

Well, Héctor replied, I know of another faggot who did stick a finger up my little asshole, and he did it without cream or anything........

Really, man? What a motherfucker! Carlos replied without realizing Héctor was teasing him and that the person in question was Carlos himself. Not realizing until, looking up, he saw Héctor’s mischievous look and slack smile, laughing his ass off at his own joke.

Fuck, man! Don’t be resentful, now we’re buddies! Carlos said, almost offended, adding, “And besides I admit that was a bastard move, but I didn’t hurt you or dwell on it”..... “Not more than enough to humiliate you with my finger stuck in your ass,” Hahahaha.......

Yeah, man, yeah. I was just teasing you. That’s more than forgotten on my part. Legionnaire’s word, he added, kissing his fingers. Legionnaire’s word and Regular’s word, man. Forgotten on my part too.

The night stayed lively and relaxed. Both of them were off duty for the next three days and they were not too worried either about what Salvador might ask of them.

“At most, he’ll put us in a thong or jockstrap, or naked, and they’ll take a few photos.” I don’t think it’ll go beyond that, Héctor concluded.

The next day, right on time, both Carlos and Héctor arrived at the Maghreb Department Stores, going up the stairs to the Men’s Underwear section and more specifically to Sexy Lingerie.

Both were dressed in light-colored jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed their pectorals and squeezed their biceps in the sleeves. Two mountains of pure muscle without a gram of body fat.

Fuck, man, I didn’t know this section existed! Héctor said, looking at the boxes with various sexy items intended for male consumption. I get by just fine with...