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~~TWENTY-NINE~~


Diego growled, deep and low, the bulge in his jeans growing.

HE savoured Diego’s body, HIS hands roaming across the expanses of muscle, tracing vascularity, lips and tongue following the separations.

Diego growled again, animalistic, his arousal peaking, getting off on the worship of his muscles. He worked hard in the gym and enjoyed showing off his hard work. But, like many gym rats, he wanted more. More size, more definition, more strength. And HE was going to make that happen. As a bead of pre worked its way up his urethra, Diego shivered with arousal, the release of pre an erotic precursor.

***

Amber stood, her voluptuous body slinking out of her dress with ease. She had amped up her libido, blood flow increasing to her tits and lips - both sets - swelling them, preparing her for the ravaging to come.

Scott stood, his tenting pants showing off his arousal, and moved behind her. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her back, making his way down, slowly. He unclasped her bra, releasing her fantastic rack, cupping them in his hands, tweaking her ultra sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She moaned as he worked her nipples, pleasure spreading throughout her body, but most of all in her groin, as though there was a direct connection between the two.

Brad stood and moved to kneel before her. He traced his calloused, strong fingers up her inner thighs, his touch surprisingly deft and gentle. He removed her panties, bringing them down slowly, savouring her long, shapely legs, her scent, so close to his face.

Scott reached down, fingering her from behind, as he continued working her breast with his other hand.

Assad was enjoying the view, noting that Diego did appear bigger and more vascular than he remembered. Though gay, sex was sex, and seeing others turned on in front of him turned him on too, and when one of those was Brad, well… next stop, Horn City.

***

HE felt Diego’s deep growl through HIS lips more than HE heard it through HIS ears, an intense bass vibration reverberating throughout his torso. As HE suckled on Diego’s nipple, flicking the very tip with HIS tongue, the growl intensified, drowning out Diego’s strong heartbeat.

HE slowly licked downward, around the bricks of abs, following the trail of neatly trimmed hair down towards the treasure trapped in his jeans. As Diego’s arousal increased, he was itching to release his cock, but he resisted, allowing HIM to take charge, to set the pace.

As HE reached Diego’s bulge, HE grabbed at his inner thighs. The muscles tensed and flexed, the denim fabric straining, the seams creaking as Diego’s quads expanded, a network of veins visible even through the heavy fabric.

HE pushed his legs further apart, giving HIMSELF more room between the tree trunks and easier access to Diego’s surging bulge. HE burrowed HIS face into the bulge, nuzzling into his turbulent balls, pushing at them through the denim, purposefully avoiding the throbbing shaft above. HE reached blindly for the belt buckle, HIS view obstructed by the mountainous bulge, distracted by the cock straining against the fabric, pulsating with each heart beat, striving for release.

Diego squirmed under HIS attention, his cock diamantine. HIS hands found the buckle, pulling the length of wide belt through, allowing the ends to hang down to either side of the ever-swelling bulge. Button fly. More difficult, HE thought, but not impossible. HE unbuttoned the top button with HIS hands, spreading the two ends of the fly. HE shuddered with arousal. Commando. Fuck.

***

Jason woke, screaming, covered in sweat. He’d had a nightmare. Only it wasn’t a nightmare. Oh, he’d had a nightmare, alright, the problem was, his nightmare was merely a reflection of his reality. In his nightmare, the Hermanos were after him because he owed them money. Funny about that.

Maria stirred, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, go back to sleep. Just a nightmare.”

A living nightmare, he thought. How was he going to raise $250,000 in a week? Even if he was to take out a second mortgage, he’d struggle to get it done in a week, unless he went to a loan shark, and in that case the cure might be worse than the disease.

He lay awake for a long time, continuing to sweat, and it was not a warm night.

***

Amber was already wet, Scott’s ministrations together with the view of Brad kneeling before her more than enough to set her off.

She grabbed Brad’s head with both hands, and pulled him into her. Of course, she could not move him if he didn’t want to be moved, but he eagerly allowed her hands to guide his head, his tongue working around Scott’s fingers, driving her wild with desire.

Assad began unbuttoning his shirt, a blue button-down that set off his hazel eyes, the exotic combination of eye colour and Middle-Eastern features tantalising, irresistible. He was growing out his beard, a thick, black beard that he trimmed to a point before his chin, and a neat line mid-way along his cheeks. The hair on his head was kept closely cropped, but he preferred the rest of him hairless, which brought out his striations and vascularity.

He continued unbuttoning, slowly revealing the beastly body beneath. Assad rivalled Brad in size, and was almost as conditioned as Jake, slabs of muscle upon muscle cording, bunching and flexing as he untucked the shirt and peeled the sleeves from arms the size of most men’s legs.

Decades of hard work in the gym had given him a hard, dense, defined look that only those truly dedicated to the alter of iron could obtain. Well, those dedicated and those enhanced by vaccine abilities.

HE was yet to prove HIMSELF as far as the ability was concerned. HE had the same ability to make changes that Jake had, sure. Well, more accurately, Jake had had the same ability that HE had, but Jake had more practice, and more opportunities to hone the changes that would optimise muscle growth, fat burning and vascularisation. HE knew the theory, of course, but theory and practice often didn’t quite gel.

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1) Really happy with this chapter, @mmvmgo2011. The sex scenes are good.

2)But this is, of course, my favorite part:

9 hours ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

HE felt Diego’s deep growl through HIS lips more than HE heard it through HIS ears, an intense bass vibration reverberating throughout his torso. As HE suckled on Diego’s nipple, flicking the very tip with HIS tongue, the growl intensified, drowning out Diego’s strong heartbeat.

 

9 hours ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

HE reached blindly for the belt buckle, HIS view obstructed by the mountainous bulge, distracted by the cock straining against the fabric, pulsating with each heart beat, striving for release

Thanks a lot for these gems ♥️♥️ Hope to write something awesome like this in the future. 

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2 hours ago, DawnFire98 said:

1) Really happy with this chapter, @mmvmgo2011. The sex scenes are good.

2)But this is, of course, my favorite part:

 

Thanks a lot for these gems ♥️♥️ Hope to write something awesome like this in the future. 

Thanks. 🙏

Trying to mix it up a bit. Always tricky to pick how much detail to put in, and how much to leave to the imagination. I'm a bit slammed at the moment, so progress has slowed, but working on it.

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This chapter was great. He is unsure of what to do not because of teh ability it's because he doesnt know the body that well, He doesnt know what to adjust like Jake had. He is not a bodybuilder but im sure he asked Brad what to do and what to enhanced for things to go right.

Jason is in deep shit now and he only has himself to blame. He is no jake that can take over 6 guys at the same time. Jason cant even face one

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~~THIRTY~~


Assad’s black slacks sat low on his hips, his Adonis Belt prominent. He was thick waisted, his torso packed with slabs of dense muscle. The slacks were loose, but they could not hide the mass beneath.

He rubbed his bulge, his massive arms wrapped with heavy ropes of muscle, huge hose-like veins. He continued rubbing, enjoying the view more and more as his dick responded.

He stood, removing his pants, and moved over to Diego and HIM on the couch. Assad’s briefs bulged as his dick continued swelling, the waistband pulled forward as he continued growing. He stepped up onto the couch and straddled Diego. He squatted down slightly, lining up his bulge with Diego’s face. His massive quads flexed, each individual muscle bunching up into striated bundles of power, sweeping out from his hips and back in to his knees, each vastus medialis perfect teardrops sitting atop pillars of muscular perfection.

Diego continued to growl with pleasure as HE worked his bulge. He grabbed hold of Assad’s meaty arse cheeks, squeezing while pulling him in. He breathed deeply of Assad’s musk, kissing his glans through the fabric of his briefs. Assad groaned, flexing his glutes, hardening the globes under Diego’s hands.

***

HIS view of Assad’s arse was spectacular. A little in front of and above HIS head, his meaty bulge hanging invitingly, his erection pulling the edges of his briefs away, giving HIM tantalising glimpses of the hefty orbs trapped within. As Diego gripped his cheeks, HE noticed Assad flexing his glutes, the massive bubbles lifting and hardening into colossal mounds of striated, vascular granite. HE’d never seen a vascular arse before; it was mesmerising. HIS cock, already hard, reacted to the sight, hardening even further, a bead of pre building up at his meatus.

HE redoubled HIS efforts with Diego’s bulge, using HIS mouth to unbutton his fly, a tricky, slow process that heightened anticipation and arousal. While HE worked the fly, HE reached up to Assad’s briefs, pulling the waistband down. Diego removed his hands momentarily and then resumed his grasp of the striated granite of the flexed glutes. HE continued removing the briefs, struggling to pull them down around Assad’s mammoth quads and hamstrings. As Assad’s cock was freed, flecks of pre flung from the tip as it smacked Diego in the face, its hard tumescence fed by a mass of veins rising up from its surface, pulsating and engorged. Diego salivated at the hypnotic pole bobbing and swaying before his face, inviting him to pounce on it.

As HE slowly lowered the briefs down Assad’s huge legs, HE used them to graze Diego’s hard nipples, his pecs flexing as the fabric brushed past, intensifying his arousal. Assad stepped out of the briefs as HE pulled them past his knees, past the perfect diamonds of his calves.

HE unbuttoned another button of the fly, the base of Diego’s swollen cock now visible. HE wrapped HIS tongue around the shaft. Though Diego’s girth was too big for HIS tongue to wrap all the way around, HIS tongue was long enough to reach under it, and HE used his mouth and tongue to slowly prise the rock hard cock out from its denim confinement. Diego squirmed and writhed in pleasure. He moaned, his mouth opening, and Assad took advantage, plunging his throbbing cock into Diego’s inviting mouth.

***

Enrique was still in hospital, yet to be released following Jake’s attack. That left Miguel to rule the Hermanos in his stead. Cells were locked down for the evening, which suited Miguel just fine.

He was horny. Ever since that fucking faggot Jake had fucked him, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, about sex, about some hot fucker with a massive cock pounding at his prostate. The only thing stopping him from rutting everything in site was imagining the hot fucker’s fat fuck of a brother. Stupid cunt. The thought of Jason made him furious. It was that fat fuck’s fault! All of it. It was because of him that he couldn’t stop thinking like a fag, wanting it up the arse like a fag! He would pay - and he didn’t mean in dollars - Miguel would make sure of it.

His cock had deflated slightly at the thought of Jason, but his mind continued to return to the memory of Jake’s massive cock ramming into him, using and abusing him. His massive muscles allowing him to absorb blow after blow - elbows, punches, knees - strikes that would’ve killed a lesser man. His strength and power, taking down seven other built men - and he was shackled! Miguel groaned as he rubbed his tenting bulge.

His cellmate, in the bunk below Miguel, shuddered at Miguel’s groan knowing, but hoping against hope, what was coming. It had happened every time they were in the cells since he had returned walking funny, why should this time be any different? He thought, resigned to his fate. He was a relatively new inmate, and so far down the pecking order, he had no hope agains– He was startled as Miguel jumped down from the top bunk.

“No! Please!” His begging just made Miguel all the more horny.

Though the smaller man struggled, Miguel grabbed him and pulled him out of the bunk, bending him over the side. “Please. No mor–” He silenced as Miguel punched the side of his head.

Miguel tore his boxers, exposing his milky white arse. “Nggghhh, yeah,” he groaned.

As he began, he imagined he was Jake, tearing up whatever arse he wanted, overpowering even the biggest, the strongest men, smashing prostates, flooding holes and drowning them in cum.

***

Amber squealed as Brad placed her legs over his shoulders, the angle opened her up, giving him better access. Brad stood, effortlessly, holding up Amber as he did so, helping her stay upright. As he stood to his full height, he allowed her torso to drop, her body hanging from her legs wrapped over Brad’s prodigious shoulders, facing away from him.

As Brad continued to work her with his mouth and tongue, Scott stepped up to her head, now at the perfect height for him to fuck her face. Amber adjusted her blood pressure and vasodilation, to avoid the blood rushing to her head. Speaking of blood rushing to heads, she could feel Brad’s poking her in the back of the head, and she loved it.

She grabbed at Scott as he approached, using impressive core strength to sit up slightly and pull him back as she fell back against Brad. She undid Scott’s belt and jeans, reaching into his boxers to pull out his turgid cock, which she attacked with gusto. The angle of her mouth and throat made for completely different sensations as she deep throated his cock, not that Scott had much experience to go by, he just knew Amber was blowing his mind as well, if not better than, she was blowing his cock.

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I have to say i really love Amber and how she makes sure Scott ahs a great time everytime. She is lovely with him.

Ohh that's  twist with Miguel right there. Will we have more encounetrs between Jake and Him? will Miguell tell Jake about Jason? Things will get pretty interesting in the prison. I can totally see  Miguel doing plotting to get to teh infarmary alongside Jake for a good time and Rakph joining  in.

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1 hour ago, Ro20316 said:

I have to say i really love Amber and how she makes sure Scott ahs a great time everytime. She is lovely with him.

Ohh that's  twist with Miguel right there. Will we have more encounetrs between Jake and Him? will Miguell tell Jake about Jason? Things will get pretty interesting in the prison. I can totally see  Miguel doing plotting to get to teh infarmary alongside Jake for a good time and Rakph joining  in.

SSSSSHHHHHH stop giving away my plot twists 😆

There's definitely something brewing there... exactly what, we'll have to wait and see.

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~~THIRTY-ONE~~


The sight of Assad’s perfect arse, filling HIS view, and Diego’s hard cock leaking pre into HIS mouth had HIM ready to blow in no time. HE knew Assad still needed convincing, that he was still an unbeliever. Perhaps a demonstration might convince him, HE thought.

HE stood on the edge of the couch behind Assad, lining up with his incredible arse. Diego smiled around Assad’s cock, and used his hands to spread Assad’s cheeks as he released the flex, the granite-like striated masses reverting to pants-filling bubble-butt globes. HE rubbed HIS glans around Assad’s hole, lubricating pre leaving a sheen, his hole puckering and quivering in anticipation.

HE pushed in, slowly. Assad bucked when HIS cock reached his prostate, his cock flexing in Diego’s mouth, nearly choking him. They all three groaned, as they coordinated their movements, Diego deep throating Assad with each thrust forward. Their movements gradually sped up in a slow, steady crescendo. A crescendo that matched their arousal, all three cresting at the same time, each exploding. Diego sucked down Assad’s cum, swallowing like a champ, his own cock pumping out sprays of cum as he swallowed. HE filled Assad, the voices of HIS sperm immediately available to HIM in a corner of HIS mind. HE instructed them to burrow into Assad’s bloodstream, and waited for access to Assad’s subconscious.

As HE waited, each of them were coming down off their orgasmic euphoria and Assad moved to sit on the couch next to Diego, enjoying the hint of his own taste as they kissed.

“So, Assad, what can I do to convince you? How can I prove to you that the vaccine ability is real?” HE asked.

Assad snorted as he continued kissing Diego. Diego’s cock, already slowly hardening again as they continued kissing, was suddenly ramrod straight and hard as granite. He believed. He knew what HE was capable of, and he looked forward to whatever demonstration HE was about to give.

“You’re already a beast. Massive, vascular… how about we get you ready to step onto a bodybuilding stage where you’d wipe away the competition?”

Assad, intrigued now, came up for air. “What did you have in mind?”

“There’s only so much I can do immediately, of course, things like fat burning, for example, take time. But I can maximise what you’ve already got, and you’ve got a LOT to work with…” HE concentrated, not adept at making these sorts of changes.

Assad felt… something. He felt flushed, hot. He looked down at his body and gasped.

HE smiled, “Vasodilation, an adjustment to the body’s fluid balance, manipulation of glycogen stores… and BOOM, your veins are super prominent.”

Normally, Assad was impressive - no, that was an understatement - he was more than merely impressive. Massive size, awesome vascularity… but this, this was on a whole other level. His entire body exploded with vascularity, his muscles appearing ultra hard, dense and full, each with a roadmap of veins criss-crossing its surface. Huge, hose-like veins branched umpteen times, down to the tiniest of venules feathering across every inch of his skin. His forearms bulged with throbbing veins, his quads showing a massive root system of vascularity. It almost looked like he had no skin, just masses of muscle fed by a massive network of vascularity.

As he watched, the super-vascularity faded, his muscles losing some of their apparent density and fullness. He couldn’t help but feel disappointment as his body reverted back to how it was before. Though his normal state was incredible, it didn’t hold a candle to what he’d just witnessed, what he’d just been.

“How-? What-?” He didn’t know what to say.

HE smiled, “I see you liked what you saw,” pointing to Assad’s swelling cock. “Let’s help you out a little.”

Assad writhed and groaned as HE amped up his pleasure, firing off nerve impulses from within. Assad felt as though a thousand mouths were attacking his cock, his balls, his hole and taint, impossible mouths that were licking, sucking, stroking from within and without. A flood of pre poured from his cock, which was harder than it had ever been, ready to explode.

“Just say the word,” HE said, “otherwise you’ll keep edging, approaching the abyss, but never crossing the line.”

Assad continued writhing and groaning. HE amped up the feelings even more. Assad began panting, his entire body aflame with arousal, with pleasure, his mind able to focus on nothing else. Diego was stroking his cock watching the erotic display, a bead of pre pumped out from his meatus, hanging by a thin thread that finally broke as he continued stroking.

“Please,” Assad panted, “no, nggghhhh,” he panted again, “no more.” The last words barely a whisper.

“As you wish.”

Assad’s balls pulled up, and his cock exploded with cum. Huge arcing ropes of cum spewed from his cock, his entire pelvic floor, his entire core, flexing and pumping, helping to drive out great fountains of cum from his granite-hard cock. By the time it was over, Assad was breathing hard, his mammoth chest rising and falling, covered in cum.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “that was… I don’t have the words to describe it.”

HE smiled. “You don’t need to tell ME, I felt it too,” HIS hard dick dribbling pre attested to the truth of HIS words. HE probably took things a little far, HE thought. By the time he was exploding, Assad was almost in pain from the pleasure. They really are two sides of the same coin, HE thought, as HE restored Assad back to normal.

“And Jake had this ability?” Assad asked, still breathing heavily.

“Yes,” HE nodded, “only he also used it to inflict pain.” Assad shuddered, imagining the unreal pleasure he’d just experienced, but as excruciating pain. “He also addled his victims’ brains, using combinations of hormones, pain and pleasure, to bind them to him, enslave them, eliciting intense and unwavering feelings of adulation and worship.”

Assad could believe it. The small taste that he had just experienced already had his brain addled, a craving to experience such intense pleasure again, an even greater longing to see that his body was permanently improved, insane vascularity, insane size and density, insane strength and power, a cock able to spew out torrents of cum at will, giving him intense pleasure. He groaned as he grabbed his swelling cock, imagining the improvements that he would have HIM make.

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9 hours ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

Normally, Assad was impressive - no, that was an understatement - he was more than merely impressive. Massive size, awesome vascularity… but this, this was on a whole other level. His entire body exploded with vascularity, his muscles appearing ultra hard, dense and full, each with a roadmap of veins criss-crossing its surface. Huge, hose-like veins branched umpteen times, down to the tiniest of venules feathering across every inch of his skin. His forearms bulged with throbbing veins, his quads showing a massive root system of vascularity. It almost looked like he had no skin, just masses of muscle fed by a massive network of vascularity.

Fuck yes, crazy vascularity for the win. ❤️

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~~THIRTY-TWO~~


Diego was ready to explode, again. HIS demonstration on Assad, Brad effortlessly carrying Amber, his massive traps rising up as they carried the load, Mike’s incredible physique, Jake… he was more than ready for his turn.

“Fuck me. I want to be bigger and stronger than Brad, more jacked than Jake, even more vascular than you just made Assad. I want to be a walking anatomy chart, a fucking super man.” He groaned as he continued stroking his cock, a glob of pre pushed out of the meatus, running down his shaft.

He sat forward on the couch, lying back, and raised his legs in the air, presenting his hole to HIM.

HE groaned, a surge of arousal coursing through HIM. So it begins, HE thought, the endless parade of hot, built men desperately begging for HIS cock, HIS seed, HIM.

***

Scott was going to town on Amber’s face, the sight of Brad’s face diving into Amber’s snatch almost as good as the feeling of Amber’s mouth, her lips and tongue, working his dick. Well, ‘almost’, come on.

HE was fucking Assad from behind, who was face fucking Diego. It was a hot scene, but it was nothing compared to what was to come.

Scott recalled the conversation he had a while ago - more of a lecture, really - where Brad was explaining his own sexuality, a difficult to categorise combination of heterosexual with homosexual overtones. Not that Scott was trying to categorise his sexuality right at this moment. At this moment, he was focussed on getting his rocks off, which was going just fine.

But when HE transformed Assad’s body, Scott’s arousal rocketed to the stratosphere. Assad already looked powerful and intimidating - his size and conditioning would give anyone pause, but when HE made the adjustments, he exuded strength, power, and virility. To Scott, he looked just like a comic book character, a super human with super strength that could do anything; fear nothing. His maturity did nothing to take away from the look, in fact, it added to the arousal factor. Here was a middle-aged man at the pinnacle of physical conditioning, stronger, more powerful than 99.9999999% of the entire population, let alone his demographic.

And it all happened in a comparative instant. No months of strict dieting. No days of limited fluid intake. No fatigue and weakness from dehydration, no brain fog and irritability from a lack of carbohydrates (he'd been obsessively reading up on bodybuilding, including contest prep).

Amber felt his dick swell and harden in her mouth, his balls pull up as he was about to cum. As he erupted in her mouth, Scott decided. He was always going to follow in his Uncle’s footsteps and build a solid rig, but he was going to be so much more, take things so much further.

***

Amber’s own view of what was happening on the couch was mostly blocked by Scott, but she knew what HE was capable of, what the ability enabled, and had already seen similar changes in Jake.

She noticed Scott and Brad were both enjoying the show, both their cocks swelling and hardening along with Assad’s body. Her own arousal swelled with the view, and the feelings of the two men she was bringing to orgasm.

As she caught glimpses of the transformed Assad, for the first time, she was jealous. Jealous of the sperm ability.

Of course, she was thankful she could make changes to herself, but imagine how much hotter it would be to be able to change others. The more she thought about it, the more she could understand how and why Jake went power mad. Not that she forgave him, or felt that she could trust him. If only I could talk to him about it, she thought briefly, her thoughts quickly returning to the eating out and face fucking. She tweaked her arousal  as she orgasmed for the first time, Brad really was good at eating out she thought, swallowing as Scott came.

***

“Sir!”

“Sir, you can’t just go in there! You need an appointment! SIR!”

Smith’s assistant was valiantly trying to prevent the visitor from barging in. She was also trying to avoid embarrassing herself as she mooned over him.

“You’ve got some nerve, mate!” Ralph was livid.

Smith looked up from the papers on his desk and nearly did a double take. Standing before him was the handsomest man he had ever seen. Beautiful in his perfection, even with his expression dark, fury painted all over his face. Smith was vexed to find his cock responding to the seraph standing before him.

“A fucking subpoena?!? He’s my patient! I’ve got nothing admissible for you! I…”

Ah, the nurse. “Mr Morgan.” He held out his hand to shake, not standing, hiding his growing tumescence beneath the table. What’s WITH that? He thought. First, Robertson, now this Morgan? I mean, he’s fucking breathtakingly gorgeous, but… tumescently so?

“Smith? Are you listening?!?”

Smith was startled from his reverie, realising that he’d left his hand out for a shake that was not accepted. He quickly withdrew it.

“Mr Morgan, you WILL comply with the subpoena, or you’ll be arrested,” he smirked.

“Oh, I’ll comply. But I’ve already put complaints in to the Legal Services Board and the Medical Association - who have already indicated they’ll file an amicus brief - and to your boss. You want a fight, you’re getting one.”

“Mr Morgan… that sounds like you’re trying to intimidate a prosecutor, maybe obstruct a little justice? I’m merely trying to investigate a heinous crime, and you’re threatening me with baseless complaints just for doing my job. Do I need to have you arrested, Mr Morgan?”

Ralph, wisely, said nothing further, turned and left.

Smith watched him leave, rubbing his bulge under the table. That shit fight would be worth it just to be in the same room with that dazzlingly handsome man, he thought. His dick hardened as he imagined Morgan and Robertson in the same room, at the same time, both fighting vainly against his superior intellect.

***

“It’s not enough,” he said.

“What? But he threatened me with arrest.”

“He did, but it’s arguable he had cause. He’s smart.”

“I could’ve decked the cunt, and that was after only a few seconds in his presence, the smug prick.” Ralph surprised himself at the language, but he couldn’t help it. Smith was a cunt.

“He certainly is,” Jervis said. “Thanks for the attempt, anyway. We’ll get him, don’t worry. He’ll slip up. The cocky ones always do.”

“Here’s hoping.”

“And one more thing, try not to let him get under your skin. If you blow up like that on the stand, no matter how good your position, you’ll lose. You lose the judge, the jury, it’s game over.”

“I-”

“Seriously. This isn’t Smith’s first case. He knows how to work a jury, the judge. He knows that if he pushes your buttons, Jake’s buttons, Scott’s buttons - it’ll only help his case. So whatever aggression, whatever frustration you’re feeling, sort it out well before you get in that courtroom.”

He breathed deeply, “I will, don’t worry.”

“Good, otherwise–”

“One other thing… I hesitate to say anything, and I may have just imagined it…”

“Go on.”

“I think he was aroused.”

“Aroused?”

“By me. I mean, I can’t be sure. He didn’t say anything, and he was seated the whole time, so I couldn’t tell for sure… but I get the distinct impression he was aroused. After he saw me, he got distracted, and a little flushed.”

Interesting, Jervis thought. He would never have considered that angle, and didn't think Smith was interested in men, but at the moment they needed any help they could get, to exploit any weakness. Besides, he thought, who wouldn’t get aroused… look at him. No doubt he aroused people all the time, and knew the signs.

“Thanks. We’ll keep that in mind. I’ll let Andrew know, too. If you turn him on, maybe we can use you as a distraction.”

Ralph snorted. “If I turn him on, Jake would set him alight with arousal.”

Is that so? He thought. He might need to pay a visit to this Jake. For the case, his client, of course.

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