RAW Deal (Round 3 in the gay boxing series RAW Instinct)

PROLOGUE

His fingers work an unlit match into the tobacco of a single Camel cigarette. Slow and deliberate to keep the thin, rolled paper from damage. Like an important part of an engine, the fuse needs to be perfect for all the other parts to work, and assembling it provides him with a great sense of accomplishment and pride.

There is time to stop this madness.

He hasn't placed the fuel soaked towels around the cigarette yet, and he hasn't lit the cigarette to slowly burn down to the hidden match.

He can walk away.

But, he needs to do this.

Watch the place burn.

Touch and rub himself and explode in his trousers. Jesus, it's been a long time since his last orgasm. He turns back to the cigarette and places the towels all around it, leaving enough space for air to fuel the flames.

06.30 P.M.

He's timed this perfectly. The place is thriving with men after a long day at work. By the time he's out the gym, the cigarette should have burned down to the hidden match. The match will take flame to the rags and it will spread quickly. He inhales deeply on the cigarette and lights it; places it on top of the towels.

Call it luck. Call it opportune. No one has felt the need to enter the laundry room. It's filled with towels, toilet rolls, soap and highly flammable cleaning materials for the gym equipment.

The place will light up like a Christmas tree.

Opening the door, he checks the corridor for any sign of life. No one's about. He quietly closes the door and walks away.

No one sees. No one hears. No one smells the odour of burning nicotine as it fills the room.

It edges towards the match hidden inside while he moves casually towards the exit and waves at Anita and Edward at reception.

He's absolutely resolute. Walks with shoulders back and a smile on his face, arms loose at his sides, swinging them slightly.

No looking back.

No regrets,

Reaches his car in the parking area.

Turns the ignition. Smiles at the guard who checks him out drowsily. Drives away then turns back and stops not far from the entrance across the road.

Inside the laundry room, the match lights up and the fuel soaked rags take flame.

His mouth twitches as he fondles his erection.

Ten minutes later the street is filled with people witnessing the building burn and no one has any idea that he started the inferno. He's just one of the onlookers, gathered to witness the flames.

A thing of awe-inspiring beauty.

His heart thumps loudly as adrenaline pumps through him. This one spreads quickly. The fire has ravaged half the building by the time emergency services arrive. Windows explode.

His skin tingles. His hair stands on end as the terrified screams of those trapped inside the gym fill the early evening air.

His mind focusses on the spectacular beauty of his creation; not on the count of the victims inside. Watching the fire plays like a porn movie in his mind and, panting, his mouth twitches into a confidant smile. He groans and his eyes roll up as he comes in his pants watching the embattled firemen attempt to control the blaze.

He needs to eat.

Beer and pizza.