The strike I

- I have no other option but to go on strike

These words were being said by Jesús, the company's union leader, to his boss

- I can't do what you're asking. If we want to save the company, I have to lay off these 10 people. It's a restructuring

And these words were said by Jose, the boss of the company.

Jesús was 45 years old, a person with considerable fatness. He had been at the company for 15 years and had always had a very good relationship with Jose. In fact, they voted him as union representative because of that good "vibe" they had. But all this ended three weeks ago when Jose announced that the company wasn't doing well and that he had to fire 10 people. From then on, protests and now a strike threat.

Jose, the boss, was 50 years old, almost two meters tall, shaved his head, and wore glasses. He had been at the head of the company since he was 30, and everything had always gone well until now, hence the staff restructuring.

- It's settled: either you don't fire those people or the day after tomorrow we're going on strike. Having said that, Jesús left the office.

Jose couldn't give in, but he also couldn't allow a strike; that could be the sinking of the company. All day long he couldn't get that topic out of his head; well, he had already been sleeping little for quite a while because of the company's problems. Once at home, he had dinner and was going to go to bed, but he knew he wouldn't sleep a wink. So he decided to go to a gay bar that had recently become fashionable. He was gay, but he kept it secret; people around him knew nothing, and even less his workers.

It had been a long time since he had slept with a guy. He was very selective and didn't sleep with just anyone. So he went to this bar with little hope. The bar was full. Guys half naked, kissing; others dressed trying to hook up. On a platform, two totally naked dancers.

Jose positioned himself at the back of the bar; from there he watched everything happening in the place. After a while, a short guy, bald, with a wide nose, about 56 years old, approached him.

- Hello, handsome, the guy said to him.

Jose looked at him and knew he wasn't his type, but he was so eager to fuck a guy that he was going to stop being so picky.

- Hello, said Jose.

- My name is Antonio, and you?

- Jose.

- Nice to meet you, he gave him two kisses. I'll buy you a drink.

Jose nodded, and they chatted for a while. He liked him quite a bit, so he decided that that night he would take him to his house and fuck him. Just then the door of the place opened, and what Jose saw amazed him.

Jesús entered with a leash around his neck and was only wearing a pink thong. His belly almost covered it. The leash had a chain handled by a 35-year-old guy named Sergio, a worker at the company. One of those who was going to be fired.

- Damn, there they are, said Toño...