No Choice But To Extort

“IBELIEVE anyone is capable of anything if they’re pushed hard enough. I learnt that earlier last year. I am a 30-year-old gay man originally from the Limpopo. I grew up in a very strict religious Christian family and coming to live in Johannesburg has not really been easy. I struggled so much to get a job and that made it very difficult to pay rent monthly.

One day as I was walking in a mall. I was very stressed and wondered where I was going to get rent money that was due the following day. I saw a middle-aged man staring at me. He looked like he was flirting with me. I walked in his direction, giving flirtatious looks back. As I was passing him, he greeted me. ‘Hi, Boy.’ I greeted back, ‘Hi, Sir.’ He then introduced himself and I told him my name and that it was nice to meet him.

I could pick up from his accent that he was not a South African. He told me he was a pastor from the USA and he was here doing charity work and would be going back home within the following two weeks. We talked for a few minutes when all of a sudden he told me that I was hot and he liked me. I shyly thanked him. From that moment I made a plan to get my rent money from him.

I asked him so many questions about his church and I recorded our conversation on my phone without his knowledge. He then invited me to his hotel room. He started touching me and I was going along with it. We ended up having sex. I only managed to record the beginning of the sex session – and all this without his knowledge.

After we finished I tried to explain to him my rent situation and asked him for help. He became so cold and told me he didn’t have the money. He asked me to leave his hotel room as he was tired. I left and when I got home I went to the Facebook page of the church and I managed to get his e-mail address along with his wife’s and daughters’ names.

I then e-mailed him the video and voice recordings I made of us earlier and threatened that if he did not give me R140 000, the equivalent of $10 000, I was going to put the recording on social media and tag his church, wife and daughter. A few minutes later he called me and asked me to come to the hotel. I went and when I got there he begged me not to do that as it would ruin a lot of things he held dear in his heart.

He told me that He didn’t have $10 000 but could manage $3 000 (R43 000). I agreed and he gave me the money. True to my word I deleted the recordings. I have never heard from him ever since. I am not proud of what I did but somehow sometimes I feel like God answered my prayers. It’s not like he just gave me the money. He slept with me and he is a few years older than my dad. So we both got what we deserved.”

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