Vaccinated - A Continuation

[mmvmgo2011]

~~FIFTY-FIVE~~

“What did he say to you?” Brad demanded.

“What? Nothing.”

“Diego, don’t fuck with me.”

“Fuck off, Brad. I told you he didn’t say anything.”

“So you just spontaneously ejaculated?”

“So what if I did? He’s fucking hot, I’m amped up with T up to my eyeballs and, if you must know, I’ve been horny as fuck and haven’t got my end wet since HE amped me up. FUCK!”

Brad winced. He knew what it was like to be riding high on a wave of T. It was all believable, all made sense, but something just didn’t sit right. He’d have to keep an eye on them both, ensure that Jake wasn’t misusing his ability.

***

The phone in his hotel beeped, indicating a new message. He picked up the phone and pressed the button, listening to the robotic voice read out the message. He checked the time. 21:00. HE should still be there. He grabbed his phone and headed downstairs.

***

The meal the doctor had prescribed was an incredible spread. Roast beef and chicken thighs, mashed sweet potato, salad and steamed vegetables, with a protein thick shake to wash it all down. Protein rich and a caloric feast, it was exactly what his body needed.

He devoured the entire meal. He could feel his body anticipating the nutrients, the building blocks it needed to restore him back to full health. He was slurping up the last dregs of the protein shake as the doctor returned.

“Hi Doc! Great to see you,” he said as he grabbed his swelling cock.

She laughed, “Mr Robert–”

“Please, Jake.”

“Jake, you shouldn’t be encouraging tumescence until your RBC count improves, and the elevated blood pressure is risking your damaged artery.”

“How can I help it when someone as beautiful as you walks in the room?”

“That’s very kind of you, I’m flattered but, as your doctor, I must insist. Hands off, and think of your grandmother. Doctor’s orders!” Her eyes twinkled and sparkled as she smiled.

He removed his hand and instructed his cock to deflate.

She nodded. “Now, having said that, your oxygen saturation is improving, and your latest RBC count has improved markedly since the first blood test.” Of course, he didn’t need her report to know that. And anyone looking at him could see an improvement in his colour - the pallor and blue tint to his skin was almost totally gone. “I must say, you’re very lucky you’re in such great shape and have such cardiovascular fitness. Your body is recovering remarkably well, and incredibly quickly. The only real concern we still have is your artery. Given time, it will heal, but in the meantime, your clots could give way at any time, what we really need to do is repair it surgically.”

“I don’t think I need it, Doctor…”

“Mercier. While you’re my patient, we should - must - keep things professional.”

“Of course.” But afterward… Nope, not while she was still in the room anyway. He didn’t want to get hard again in her presence. He was a good, obedient patient. Fuck! The idea of her as a dominatrix set off his cock again. He overrode his arousal using his ability.

“I don’t believe I need the surgery. By the time my RBC count increases enough for you to discharge –” Mmm… discharge, he thought. NO! “– me, my artery should be sufficiently repaired.” He’d know if there was an issue in any event.

“We’ve got you hooked up to monitors, so will know if there’s a drop in your blood pressure and can intervene. I’m happy with that.”

“Now, about after my discharge…” He produced his phone, unlocked it, opened his contacts and handed it to her.

There was that dazzling smile again. She tapped on the keyboard and handed his phone back. “I will check in with you again in a few hours,” she said and abruptly left.

He looked at his phone - ‘Nice try, Mr Robertson’. A legitimately hard to get sizzling hottie? His cock swelled.

***

“There YOU are!” he said as he walked up to HIM. He looked incredible. He wore low-slung white pants that hugged every curve, every separation and even showed some of the biggest veins in his legs. He hadn’t shaved, his five o’clock shadow accentuating his jawline and strong chin, and highlighted his deep brown eyes. He wore a black dress shirt, unbuttoned and untucked, with a white singlet beneath. The singlet was so tight it was partly-transparent and clung to every muscle, every striation. He must’ve pumped up in his room, because every cobble of his abs was prominent, the individual muscles of his obliques and serratus clearly visible, and his pec cleavage was extra deep. The singlet was tucked into his pants, but the transparent fabric did nothing to hide his treasure trail, a dark path leading from his belly button to the hidden darkness of his groin. His arms stretched the sleeves of the shirt to near breaking point.

HE stood and they hugged, HIS erection grinding between them.

“I’m so sorry,” HE said. “I’m not sure what happened. And I stupidly didn’t think to get your number.”

“Don’t be sorry, I didn’t think to get yours either. I’m guessing our dinner reservation is gone. Shall we just order room service?”

HE blushed. He really was a smooth fucker. “That sounds great.”

***

4218. Not 4128. He mentally facepalmed.

“You wouldn’t believe it. I remembered your room number as 4128.”

He laughed, a deep, melodic sound. “Do I fluster you that badly?” he asked, winking. HE blushed again. It was adorable.

“Make yourself comfortable. Room service menu is on the night stand by the bed.”

Now that HE was in his room, HE was nervous. HE’d never really been on a date before. Jake and Amber didn’t really count. They were HIS mentors, HIS tutors and, besides, HE already knew them. And the group stuff didn’t count either. There was really no social interaction there, it was just straight into the sex. Here, HE was expected to socialise. HE had amped up his testosterone, giving HIM a bit of a confidence boost, and ready arousal, but HE was yet to settle into the confidence, the idea that HE was hot, that HE could be, would be, a stud.

“Thanks. What do you feel like?”

“I’m easy, really. It’s room service, so the choices are more limited. YOU decide.”

HE was already flustered, and nervous, now HE had to make decisions too. What if HE made the wrong choice? What did HIS choice say about HIM? About what HE thought about him? HIS mind was racing. HIS heart following HIS mind.

Mark noticed HIS panicked look, and came to sit next to HIM on the bed. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Fuck. He noticed MY nerves, HE thought. “N- nothing. I’m just nervous.”

Mark smiled, who WAS this guy? If he didn’t know better, he’d think the guy had never dated before. Nobody as handsome as HE was had not dated, surely. HE’d be hit on all the time. Of course, HE was hit on, HE just didn’t realise it, didn’t pick up on the signals. It was only recently that HE’d had his eyes opened to this entire other world of sex, of dating, of social interaction.

 “Why are YOU nervous? I don’t bite… unless YOU want me to.”

“Honestly? I haven’t done this much. Dated, I mean. I’ve had some sex, but that was just sex, not the socialising stuff.”

“YOU keep surprising me. Telling me things I think are bullshit. Magical sperm. Impossible lack of dating history. YOU’re an enigma. Intriguing. I like intriguing.”

“I keep telling you, it’s not bullshit. It’s all–” HE was cut off as Mark leaned in for a kiss. Deep, passionate, forceful. The way things were going, HE wouldn’t need to worry too much about socialising tonight either.

[Wrestlejock646]

Damn, about time HE got what HE wants and needs!

[mmvmgo2011]

~~FIFTY-SIX~~

“So, now that YOU’ve cum inside me, YOU can sense me?”

They were lying on top of the bed, shirtless, facing one another, having just showered.

“Yes.”

“And YOU can make changes?” The look on Mark’s face still said that he didn’t believe it.

“Yes. For example, I know that you last pinned about 5 days ago, a medium-duration formulation. You’re mid-cycle, so your natural production is virtually nil.”

“Fuck, it’s really true?”

“I keep telling you. How about we get you hard again, hmm?”

Mark groaned as an intense tsunami of arousal crashed through his body, his cock springing up almost instantly, rock hard and already leaking pre into his briefs. “Nnnggghhh… FFFFUUUUCCCKKK!”

“And how about the best head you’ve ever not had?”

HE began by stimulating his fraenulum, as if a tongue were brushing ever so lightly against the sensitive skin. HE added the meatus and his urethra, stimulating his cock from within. Mark writhed on the bed, a resonant growl rising from deep within his chest. HE added his shaft and scrotum, whilst instructing his balls to ramp up their production of testosterone. As he correctly identified, Mark was mid-cycle and his balls had shut down their production and were shrinking. HIS demands woke them up, the turbulent heaving within pure bliss.

“Shall I keep going?” HE asked, smiling, already knowing the answer.

“FUUUUUCKK… YES!” He panted, ”DON’T STOP!”

HE ramped up the touch sensors across his body, even the lightest touch would send shivers of arousal spreading through his body. HE quivered his hole, a thousand invisible mouths licking and kissing, impossible mouths taking his prostate inside and rolling it around their impossible tongue, massaging it, squeezing it, in ways that he had never experienced, and could never experience any other way. He was panting harder now, desperate for release.

HE brought HIS mouth to his diamond nipples, so hard they could cut glass, and HE kissed each, wrapping HIS lips around and suckling gently, driving Mark insane with arousal. As HE released the kiss, HE flicked the tip with HIS tongue, a final tweak, a twinge to increase his desire, his need for more.

HE licked down through his cleavage, his chest and core rising and falling with his panting, his racing heart beating and throbbing through his chest. As he exhaled, the cobbles of his abs stood out in stark relief, cavernous abysses between each block. HE triggered each muscle to flex as HIS tongue approached, a wave of euphoric bliss preceding even higher cresting waves of erotic arousal as HIS tongue passed over, exquisitely triggering every nerve ending, sending pre flooding from his impossibly hard cock.

As HE followed his treasure trail, HE reached down and pulled the waistband of his jocks under his balls, freeing his diamantine cock. Mark continued writhing, his growls now incoherent, animalistic, lost in unbridled lust and arousal.

HE licked up his shaft, savouring the pre as HE went. Mark could stand no more. “NGGGHHH… need … to… cum… so… bad!”

HE wrapped HIS lips around the dark purple, throbbing head and slowly, agonisingly slowly, took more of him in HIS mouth. “FFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKKK…. PLLLEEAAASSSEEEE!” HE triggered his orgasm, and prepared to swallow the massive load.

Mark’s roar was almost infrasonic it was so deep, his entire body flexed with each pump of his cock, his network of vascularity rising up, each muscle’s flex contributing to his orgasm. To call it a mere orgasm was an understatement and then some, every fibre of his being was an inferno of erotic arousal, the cresting peaks of his orgasm continuing again and again, rising higher and higher each time. Just as he felt he could take no more, that he would pass out from the intensity, his orgasm began subsiding, his cock’s pumping slowed and eventually stopped, a final spurt of cum dutifully savoured and swallowed by HIM.

He was panting heavily, his entire body heaving with his breathing, and he was drenched in sweat. His face was split with the biggest grin as he basked in the post-orgasmic glow, still awaiting the come down, his brain still drowning in endorphins, dopamine and oxytocin.

***

Diego was desperate for an outlet; for his aggression, for his energy, for his sexual tension. He decided he’d head to the gym - the perfect outlet for all of those things. He’d smash the weights, and then he’d smash some hot, muscled fucker. It wouldn’t be Jake, but the next best thing.

He showered and changed into workout clothes. They barely fit. His shorts hugged his bubble butt, the leg holes pushed up by his growing thighs - he could barely pull them up over his quads and hamstrings. His workout tee was equally tight, the sleeves pushed up by his arms, his lats threatening to split the seams, tear the fabric. He checked himself out in the mirror, his already chubbed dick hardening and further tightening his shorts as his bulge swelled.

By the time he walked into the gym, he was peaking. Aggression, energy, arousal. He was ready to tear it up. He headed for the deadlift area, loading up four plates a side for his warm up.

He smashed out twelve perfect reps. Rather than his aggression, arousal and energy lowering, they were all increased by the pump in his muscles. His hamstrings, arse, back, lats, and forearms all swollen with an otherworldly pump, an orgasmic feeling that he didn’t want to stop.

He added one plate on either side and went again, growling as he ripped the bar from the floor, dominating the weight, powering through the reps. As he completed the eighth perfect rep, his shirt exploded down the sides, his pumped lats expanding past what the shirt could handle, by the tenth rep, his shorts were torn down the crack, his pumped arse cheeks too much for the fabric.

He growled as he dropped the bar, heaving with heavy breathing, his entire body pumped. He tore away the remains of his shirt and shorts, the head of his hard cock sticking out of the top of his briefs. He felt on top of the world, unbeatable, unbreakable, unstoppable. He loaded four more plates on either side of the bar - 855lbs/~388kgs.

As he ripped the bar from the ground, he thought his muscles would explode. Power surged through him as his balls inundated him with testosterone. His muscles soaking up the stuff as fast as they could produce it, swelling as he demanded more and more of them. By the end of the set, his body was massive, his muscles pumped to twice the size, and he was wild, arousal off the charts, his cock desperate for release.

Looking around, he saw Alex walking towards the showers. Locking onto his prey, he stalked after him, ready to pounce.

***

Smith checked the court’s list for the day. Fuck. Robertson’s bail hearing was scheduled. He couldn’t risk bumping it again, not before he’d heard from Mina. Fucking Robertson, he thought, what the fuck had he done to me. His cock was already swelling as soon as he saw his name in the list. By the time he imagined being in the same room with him, his cock was rock hard.

[mmvmgo2011]

~~FIFTY-SEVEN~~

“All Rise!”

“The Honourable Justice Attenborough presiding.” Not great that they got Attenborough, thought Parkes.

“Case Number S CI 2023 24259 R v Robertson. Bail Application.”

“Andrew Parkes for the Defendant, Your Honour.”

“Dale Smith for the Crown, Your Honour.”

“Where is the Defendant?”

“Your Honour, my client was brutally attacked, stabbed five times, and nearly bled to death in the prison yard. The doctors have not cleared him to be moved, so we have arranged for a video link with him in hospital.”

“Proceed.”

The Court Clerk activated the link, Jake appeared on the Court’s monitors.

“Mr Robertson, can you hear us?”

“Yes, Your Honour.”

“And you understand the purpose of today’s hearing?”

“Yes Your Honour, my lawyer has explained things to me. I am applying for release on bail.”

“Mr Parkes?”

“Thank you, Your Honour. My client has no prior record, and the circumstances surrounding the statement provided by the Crown’s primary witness are highly unusual, to say the least. In fact, Your Honour was instrumental in changing the Court’s Rules to prevent admissibility of such evidence in all future cases. He–”

“Sorry, Mr Parkes. Wasn’t that Application also made by a Mr Robertson? The Court is confused.”

“Yes, Your Honour. My client is the witness’ uncle, and the alleged primary victim is also a Mr Robertson - my client’s brother, the witness’ father.”

“So the statement was obtained from the accused's nephew?”

“Yes, Your Honour.”

“And, if I recall correctly, the formal statement differed markedly from the statement given contemporaneously?”

“Yes, that’s correct, Your Honour. The original, informal statements made to police called to the incident indicated that the father attacked the witness - his son - and my client stepped in to defend his nephew against the father’s aggression.”

“Your Honour, there is no evidence before the Court–”

“Silence, Mr Smith. The Court asked a question of the Defence.”

“Thank you, Your Honour. It was only after the witness was interrogated by police for over 19 hours - with no breaks for food or drink or toileting - he finally changed his story to that given in the formal statement. The Court held the police conduct so egregious that it changed its Rules.”

“The difficulty you have, Mr Parkes, and no doubt what Mr Smith was about to raise when he interrupted - the Court has no evidence of that before it.”

“R v Digby, Your Honour, where the Court held prior decisions as to admissibility could be introduced as evidence.”

“Mr Smith?”

“R v Digby only allowed for the result of the decision, not the reasons and context. So, per Digby, Mr Parkes could introduce the Court’s decision that the statement is admissible, but future cases would not allow it because the Court changed its rules, but he could not introduce why.”

“Your Honour, without the context of the decision, its introduction would be meaningless to the Jury, and only serve to confuse them.”

“Determining this question is not the purpose of today’s hearing. No doubt you will make your interlocutory application, Mr Parkes, and whoever is assigned to the case will need to make that determination. For now, I need to decide if Mr Robertson represents a danger to society if he is released before his trial.”

“Thank you, Your Honour, as indicated, he has no prior record, he has a doctorate degree in immunology and microbiology, is a business owner with significant ties to the community, and the circumstances of the evidence in the case are unusual, where the Defendant submits there is a real question as to whether there is any case against him at all, so it is submitted he should be released on his own recognisance.”

“And what does the Crown say?”

“Your Honour, the Defendant is a dangerous thug, which the Crown believes is a threat, and he should not be released. He has previously appeared before a lower court on a similar charg–”

“Objection, Your Honour. That case was vacated, there being no crime and no victim.”

“Yet the Defendant had brutally beaten the victim, who required hospitalisation and facial reconstruction surgery.”

“Your Honour, Mr Smith is mischaracterising the facts of that non-case. My client and the non-victim in that non-case was involved in a mixed martial arts match, a brutal sport in which participants try to knock out their opponent like kick-boxing, or pin them on the ground, using various arm and leg positions to force their opponent to give up on account of pain. It is the only combat sport that allows participants to strike one another when they are on the ground. Serious and significant injuries are not unusual, particularly during training and amateur matches. That case was vacated after an affidavit was produced by the alleged victim, confirming that he was not a victim, and the Court released the Defendant, vacating the matter ab initio, entering a finding of nolle prosequi.”

“Mr Smith?”

“The fact remains, Your Honour, the Defendant brutally attacked someone requiring their hospitalisation.”

“In the context of the sporting bout!”

“I want to hear from Mr Robertson.”

“Your Honour?”

“I want to hear from the Defendant, Mr Parkes.”

“I haven’t had a chance to prepare my client–”

“Good. Clerk, swear him in.”

***

“Mr Robertson, you’ve heard your lawyer and you’ve heard Mr Smith.”

“Yes, Your Honour.”

“If you were me, what would you decide?”

“Your Honour, honestly, I would probably keep me in prison.”

JAKE! WHAT THE FUCK?! Parkes was mentally screaming.

“But, having said that, I was defending my nephew,” the lie came easily to him, “and it’s not right that because of the actions of Mr Smith and the police browbeating and harassing my nephew, the facts have been twisted and I can no longer raise that defence, and am now facing significant jail time. If I am released, it would greatly assist me to work with my lawyer to prepare for the case, and to try and reverse some of that injustice. I am a local business owner, well liked by the entire community, and I would happily submit to a requirement to check in with the local police precinct if the Court has any qualms about my appearance.”

“Mr Robertson, your honesty is welcome. It would be a rare Defendant indeed that would have answered as you did - that I should keep you in prison.”

“Excuse me, Your Honour, I’m sorry to interrupt, but that is not what I said. You asked me if I was YOU, what would I decide, and I said that I would probably keep me in prison. That’s not the same as saying you SHOULD keep me in prison. The first is an acknowledgment that the system is biased against Defendants, assumes that they will lie to be released, the second is a tacit acknowledgement that I pose a threat to society. And I vehemently deny that proposition.”

Fuck, Jake. Come on… now you're antagonising the judge. Parkes was resigned to the outcome.

“Apologies, Your Honour. As I did not have an opportunity to prepare my client, I was not able to coach him in the proper way to address the Court, the proper etiquette.”

“Your comments are noted Mr Parkes, but the Court finds Mr Robertson quite eloquent, and his candour quite refreshing. Mr Smith, do you have anything to add?”

“No, Your Honour.”

“Mr Parkes?”

“No, Your Honour.”

“Then I am prepared to rul–”

“Excuse me, again, Your Honour, but am I able to add something?”

SHUT UP JAKE! Thought Parkes.

“It is highly unusual, Mr Roberson, but I’ll allow it.”

“Thank you, Your Honour. I believe Mr Smith has a personal vendetta against me, a vendetta that has improperly biased his position in this case and, even more troublingly, has led him to break the law and collude in a hit against my life.”

Smith was on his feet, slamming his fists on the table, “YOUR HONOUR THESE SLIGHTS ON MY REPUTATION BY THIS COMMON THUG ARE EGREGIOUS AND OUTRAGEOUS!” There’s a saying in the legal profession - if the facts are on your side, pound the facts, if the law is on your side, pound the law, if neither is on your side, pound the table.

Attenborough banged his gavel. “Settle down, Mr Smith.”

“Mr Robertson, those are extremely grave allegations you’ve made against a very senior prosecutor.”

“Yes, they are, Your Honour. But I have proof. I have a recording–”

“Objection, Your Honour! There is no provenance to this alleged recording–” Attenborough banged his gavel again.

“Silence Mr Smith. Mr Robertson, how did you obtain this recording?”

“Mr Smith visited me in prison–”

“Your Honour, I want it on the record that I had no knowledge of this visit, and I want Mr Smith sanctioned.” Parkes added.

“So noted, Mr Parkes, but please let your client finish. Go on, Mr Robertson.”

“He visited me in prison, to gloat and brag about how he had pushed this hearing back three times already, and how he had arranged for the Hermanos - one of the gangs in the prison - to attack me.”

“YOUR HONOUR!”

“SILENCE MR SMITH!”

“I had a mobile phone–”

“CONTRABAND YOUR HONOUR!”

“Smith, one more outburst and I will remove you and lock you up for contempt!”

“I had a phone and I recorded the conversation and saved it to an encrypted cloud storage service.”

“And you’re able to produce this recording?”

“Yes, Your Honour, Mr Parkes has the login details for the cloud storage.”

“Mr Parkes?”

“One moment, Your Honour.”

Parkes logged in, but there was only one file. A video file. He clicked play. NO! That wasn’t the file Jake was talking about.

“Well? Mr Parkes?”

“I’m sorry Your Honour, there is no audio recording file here.”

“What?!” Jake was shocked. Smith smirked, silently thanking Mina. “Your Honour, I don’t know how, but he must have deleted it.”

“Mr Robertson, the Court doesn’t take kindly to liars, and it takes even less kindly to those making spurious allegations against Officers of this Court.”

“Your Honour, I swear, it is true. He visited me. If I’m not lying about that…?”

“Mr Smith?”

“Your Honour, the Defendant is lying, desperate to be released using any means possible, including besmirching the reputation of a reputable Officer of the Court and, by extension, besmirching this Court.”

“It’s true, Your Honour! I swear it! Guard Galloway! Please! Guard Galloway saw him, he can testify that he did visit me! Please!” Jake sounded desperate now. Was desperate now. How the FUCK had Smith deleted that file? FUCK. FUCK. FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!

Smith noted Robertson’s desperation, and his cock surged, rock hard in an instant. Check, fucker., and soon to be checkmate. He should’ve worn two pairs of underwear to absorb the pre that was leaking from his cock, his arousal swelling along with the cock.

He stood, using the lectern to hide his tenting bulge, “Your Honour, surely the Court’s time has been wasted enough with these ridiculous and spurious allegations.”

“Agreed. The Defendant shall be held in–”

“Your Honour!” Parkes tried.

“Sorry, Mr Parkes, but your client is to be held in remand until trial. Bail denied. And the Court apologises to Mr Smith for the outrageous allegations made here today." Attenborough banged his gavel, ending the hearing.

[Wrestlejock646]

Damn it, fuckin Mina!

 

[Ro20316]

It's been what 2 days? and Diego ahsnt had an outlet for all the test flowing through him, right?... My God Alex wont know what hit him.

So Mina got the recordings and now Jake is in trouble. He really doesnt know when top shut up. It was better if he kept things hidden and the recording be a surprise but now everything is ruined...

He and Mark had a wild night. It's time to make some changes BUTnot before Mark pays up. He is a costumer after all

[mmvmgo2011]

~~FIFTY-EIGHT~~

Jake had lost his cool. Allowing his desperation to show, dropping his confident façade, was NOT part of the plan. Neither was getting his arse chewed out by his lawyer. Well, not in this way, anyway. It was great that they were still connected via video link and that Andrew wasn’t face to face with him. It made the chewing out a little more bearable.

“What the FUCK were you thinking? You probably had him. He liked the way you spoke, and how candid and open you were. And then you went and FUCKED it up royally by dropping those bombshells about Smith!” Parkes was fuming. “Now you’ve lost ALL credibility before this judge - and probably all judges, no doubt word is already spreading amongst them all. How do you expect to have any shred of credibility on the stand now?”

Jake raised his hands, “Andrew, please. I get it. I’m sorry. But everything I said was true. I don’t know how, but that fucker Smith managed to hack in and delete the recording.”

“Do you even HEAR yourself? Do you realise how ridiculous that sounds? You’re an accused. You know, one step away from a criminal. Not exactly the highest reputation around here. Smith may be a fucking prick–”

“He’s a cunt!”

“–sure, that too - but he’s a senior prosecutor! That carries weight. It lends gravitas and cachet to whatever he says. Do you even realise what it would mean if even half of what you accused him of was true?!”

“It’s ALL true, Parkes. Believe me.”

“I DO believe you… but the system won’t believe you because it CAN’T believe you. Even if you had the audio recording, you’d be facing a monumental task, pushing shit up Everest, trying to take him down. Because taking him down doesn’t just mean your case is finished, it means ALL his cases then have to be reviewed. He’s been a prosecutor for nearly 20 years!”

Jake hadn’t considered that. Hadn’t considered the implications outside of his own case and the take down of Smith.

“So what? He’s CROOKED. Andrew, he arranged a hit on me. We have to get that recording back. Maybe they have a backup or something.”

Andrew sighed, “I’m sorry I yelled at you. And I’m even more sorry you didn’t get bail - you definitely deserve at least that. Leave it with me, I’ll investigate further and see what we can do.”

“Thanks Andrew.”

“Take care of yourself. You’ve already had two near-death experiences… I still want that anaconda of yours remember. You better stay alive, if only for that.”

Jake laughed, and terminated the connection. Parkes had work to do. He had to start shovelling Jake’s mounds of shit if they were going to get anywhere.

***

Mark woke up with a rock hard mast in his pants. Last night was… he really didn’t have the words to describe it. Incredible didn’t even being to scratch the surface. Everything HE said about HIS sperm ability was true! His cock spurted a glob of pre at the thought, nggghhhhh fuck.

He didn’t really know what to make of HIM. On the one hand, HE was a little shy, nervous and reserved, but on the other, HE was the best fuck he’d ever had, giving him the greatest orgasm, and as HE’d put it ‘the best head he’d ever not had.’ The two didn’t gel.

They’d had dinner - ordering room service pizza and a club sandwich that they shared. And HE was perfectly pleasant as a date. They talked about his work, about the development of the vaccine, they talked about Mark’s ambitions to turn pro. So why was HE so nervous? So shy? It was endearing, but HE was not normally someone Mark would be attracted to, personality wise. Mark needed someone more on his level - outgoing, confident, some might say brash and cocky. But they do say opposites attract, and Mark was certainly attracted to HIM, even before the mind-blowing orgasm.

He’d looked through all the material HE’d provided on the coaching service… and he fucking wanted it. Wanted it so bad. The only problem? He couldn’t afford it. He could barely keep up with his current regime of diet and drugs. Sure he could drop the drugs, but they were only about a tenth the monthly cost. He didn’t yet have a sponsor. He made some money as an influencer here and there, and had done some muscle worship sessions, but it was nowhere near enough to cover the sort of cash these guys wanted.

He didn’t begrudge their pricing. If it worked as well as they said it did - and all evidence so far was that it was even better than they claimed - then it was worth every penny. He just needed to find a way to afford it.

***

“Andrew Parkes. I’m Jake Robertson’s lawyer. I need to speak to Mason Galloway, one of the guards.”

The guard at the entrance all but rolled his eyes. “Hold on,” he clicked his radio, “Galloway, got a lawyer here says he wants to speak with you, over.” His radio crackled back, “Put them in Visitor B. I’ll be there in five.”

Andrew was patted down and passed through the metal detector without issue, he was escorted to Visitor room B, a room he was very familiar with.

He sat for a few minutes, when the inner door lock clicked, and in stepped in a stern looking guard, average height and build, maybe mid-30s.

“You’re Robertson’s lawyer, right?” Andrew nodded. “What do you want from me?”

“Mr Galloway, my client made some allegations against his prosecutor in court earlier. Serious allegations.”

“I don’t know anything about that. All I know is, when I found Smith lying on the floor, he claimed they were working on another case and Robertson was his star witness.”

“So he was here? Visiting with Robertson?”

“Yeah, the other day. Probably spent around ten, fifteen minutes with him. Then Robertson was pounding on the door, and when I opened it, Smith was lying on the ground, looking like he’d seen a ghost.”

“Mr Galloway, would you be willing to put all that into an affidavit, and testify to that in a hearing, if need be? It’s VERY important, not just for my client, but for every case in which Mr Smith is involved.”

“I don’t know… don’t really like courts. Or lawyers… sorry. You guys tend to twist things, make it seem like I said something I didn’t say.”

“I promise, I’m not trying to do that. Mr Smith lied to you. He’s not working on another case, and what he did by visiting my client without my knowledge is unethical, and could get him into a lot of trouble.”

“I don’t want to cause anyone any trouble!” Especially with those super men involved, he thought. What if they decide to come after me?

“You’re not, you’ll be helping.”

“Helping? Helping who?”

“My client, and the entire criminal justice system.”

Galloway looked sceptical, but finally said, “Sure.”

Andrew reached into his briefcase and produced a template affidavit, and began writing, clarifying with Galloway as he went.

***

Parkes reviewed the Court records, confirming what Jake had said. His bail hearing had been bumped three times.

He knocked on the door to the Judge’s chambers. “Enter.”

“Your Honour…”

“Mr Parkes, I don’t have to tell you this is highly unorthodox. Ex parte communications are verboten.”

“Yes, Your Honour, but this is a highly unusual circumstance. If you would just hear me out for a few minutes.”

The judge was silent for an uncomfortable length of time. “Come in, sit.”

“Thank you.”

“I presume this is about the Robertson case?”

“Yes, Your Honour.”

“You think I made the wrong decision on bail.”

“No- well, yes, but I’m not here about that - not directly, anyway.”

“No?”

“Robertson’s accusations against Smith. I’m not so sure they’re so spurious and without any merit or basis.”

“Counsel, you better have something to back up what you’re saying.”

“Yes, Your Honour. Mr Robertson testified that Smith visited him in prison to…,” he checked the transcript, “…quote, ‘gloat and brag about how he had pushed this hearing back three times already,’ unquote. That allegation alone, if true, is enough for Smith to be disbarred.”

“One would think so. That’s an outrageous accusation.”

“Your Honour, here are the Court lists for bail hearings over the last two weeks. As you can see, R v Robertson has been listed four times. But only heard for the first time today. And, no, I have had no knowledge of the previous listings.”

The Judge took the tablet, reviewing the records, a troubled look on his face.

“And Smith didn’t contact you about those hearings? They weren’t adjourned by consent?”

“No, Your Honour.”

“This doesn’t prove Smith was involved. It could be a mistake by the clerks.”

“Yes, Your Honour, it could be. But the circumstantial evidence is pretty damning. There’s also Robertson’s testimony that Smith visited him in prison. Again, that was without my knowledge or consent. I have an affidavit of a Mason Galloway, a prison guard who saw Smith in a visiting room with Robertson.” He handed over the affidavit to the judge.

“And if Mr Robertson was truthful about these two aspects of his testimony…”

“…then he was probably truthful about the hit,” finished the Judge.

“Right.”

“I don’t know what you expect me to do with this, Mr Parkes. It’s not enough. I will refer him to the Ethics Committee for sanction on the ethical breach in visiting with your client, and it may be sufficient to rise to Prosecutorial Misconduct - you can make your Application in the ordinary course, but that’s about as far as I can take it. The most serious allegation has no backing whatsoever.”

It was too much to hope otherwise. “And my client’s bail?”

“I shouldn’t tell you this, but I was going to grant him bail. He came across as honest, and his candour was refreshing. He had backbone without attitude, a very rare combination indeed. Unfortunately, my hands are tied, and so are yours. The only option you have is to appeal.”

He thought that would be the case. Such appeals had almost zero chance of success, and Smith’s visiting his client would have no bearing. Maybe, MAYBE his bumping of the hearings. But the prospects were grim.

“I don’t suppose you could provide support for any such appeal, Your Honour?”

“Parkes. You know better. Now, get out. We’re now well and truly into ex parte territory.”

Parkes sighed as he gathered his evidence and left the judge’s chambers.

[mmvmgo2011]

~~FIFTY-NINE~~

Diego slammed him against the far wall of the shower, pressing up against him, his erection, long since escaped from the confines of his briefs, leaking pre over the turtleshell roid gut of Alex’s powerful, thick core.

“Diego?! What the fuck, man?”

“Shut up and take it!” Diego leaned in and kissed him, roughly, violently. Alex continued to resist, but Diego was a man possessed, and continued to force himself on him. As his tongue probed and controlled Alex’s, he ground his dick between his and Alex’s abs. He crunched down and flexed, bringing out the cobblestones of his rectus abdominus muscles, increasing the sensations on his dick. Their breathing increased, both breathing heavily through their noses as the kiss continued, their strong, powerful breaths attracting attention and arousing those around them.

Despite his protests, Alex’s dick began to swell; Diego’s kiss was arousing - he was a great kisser - and his body pressed up against him was sending incredible sensations rocketing around his body. As he kissed, Diego was manhandling him. He began punching him, causing Alex to grunt in surprise and pain. “Yeah, fucker,” Diego growled, “on your knees!” Diego grabbed hold of Alex’s mammoth traps with one arm, while gut punching him with the other, causing Alex to double over, allowing Diego to force him onto his knees. “NGGGH, YES! SUCK IT!” It was more growl than words.

Alex was used to the submissive role - like when he and Jake fucked, Jake was always dominant, but he had never played so rough before. Diego wasn’t holding back. As he considered, Diego forced his mouth open, gripping his face and pressing in on his jaw, “I SAID SUCK!”, and slammed his cock into the back of Alex’s throat. He roared as his meatus hit the back of Alex’s throat, his tonsils caressing his glans. Alex gagged, which only increased Diego’s arousal, the constriction of throat muscles around his cock firing intense arousal up his shaft and spreading the powerful feeling throughout his body.

He pressed forcefully, flexing every muscle, his powerful glutes thrusting his steel rod deeper, harder. But it still wasn’t enough, even as Alex continued gagging, eyes watering. Diego wrapped his strong hands around Alex’s head and pulled him even deeper onto his rigid, unyielding shaft. He coordinated the muscular thrusts of his glutes with the pull of his mammoth, vascular forearms, pounding Alex’s throat, face fucking without mercy.

***

HE had trouble sleeping for the rest of the night, tossing and turning, alternately giddy and mooning over Mark one moment, then nervous and full of anxious energy the next. HE watched Mark sleep, his broad, powerful chest slowly rising and falling with each breath, HIS giddiness almost alternating in time with his chest.

HE didn’t think HE could face Mark first thing in the morning, HIS anxiousness winning out. Making HIS decision, HE got up carefully, quietly moving around so as not to wake him. HE dressed and quietly left, taking one last look at Mark before closing the door behind HIM.

***

Mark woke up with a rock hard mast in his pants. Last night was… he really didn’t have the words to describe it. Incredible didn’t even being to scratch the surface.

He turned to look at HIM, embrace HIM, kiss HIM, but was disappointed to find HE had left during the night.

It did not surprise him, really, but he was looking forward to a repeat of last night, and maybe spending the day with HIM to get to know HIM better. He would need to take things slow which, again, was not his usual style, not what he was normally attracted to. Almost everything about HIM was the opposite of what he normally went for. Apart from his height and good looks, every other aspect was almost the polar opposite of the guys he usually dated. Body, personality, intelligence, on and on.

He still couldn’t believe it. Everything HE said about HIS sperm ability was true! His cock spurted a glob of pre at the thought, nggghhhhh fuck.

He didn’t really know what to make of HIM.

***

Ralph checked in on Jake, who had fallen asleep. Good, he thought, his body would repair even better during sleep, though he did note that his chart already showed remarkable progress.

Seeing him lying out in the yard in a frighteningly large pool of his blood, Ralph realised that he loved him. Was IN love with him. He wasn’t sure why, exactly. He usually took things much slower in previous relationships. He was obviously ridiculously attractive, but that wasn’t enough to explain his feelings. But what did Jake feel? They were obviously physically compatible, the sex between them was phenomenal, but was that all? Yes, he’d let him fuck him and, yes, he was using pet names for him, but what did that mean? He needed to know before he fell for him further. He was already going to be hurt if Jake didn’t feel the same, he didn’t want to be mortally wounded.

He wanted to make his feelings known, find out how Jake felt, but his timing was lousy. ‘Hey, I know you just nearly died, but I love you and I need to know how you feel about me.’ Yeah, that wasn’t going to work. He’d have to bite his tongue, bide his time and, who knows, maybe Jake’s feelings would become known to him organically, naturally, through their interactions.

***

Miguel was back in his cell. He’d had his cock sucked and wet his end with a few hapless inmates, including his former cellmate, who was unlucky enough to be back from hospital in time to be ravaged by Miguel again. It did nothing to satiate his need. In fact, it served to further arouse him, further stimulate testosterone production, adding to his need to fuck, to dominate and impale all before him.

His body pulsated, the pump in his muscles phenomenal, the tightness ready to burst. Veins lit up across his body and, as he flexed, great hoses lifted from his skin, torrents of blood flowing through the network of veins, engorging them, flooding his muscles and adding to the pump. For this, to keep this feeling, he would suck Jake’s cock, lick his arse, let him fuck him up the arse – fuck, he would do anything Jake asked of him – smash, fuck… kill.

Miguel didn’t really think of it in terms of dom/sub, alpha/beta, master/slave but, of course, that’s what it was. And Miguel was certainly not the dominant one in their relationship; not something that he had ever really experienced. Even in the Hermano’s hierarchy, Enrique may technically be the leader because he was the more senior, but Miguel was his right-hand man, and was consulted in all decisions. He didn’t see himself as subordinate or subservient and, the way he felt now, Enrique needed to watch his back if he wanted to stay leader.

In a prison gang, there really was no such thing as a former leader. It was the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest. Once the herd moves on, the stragglers often don’t make it, either picked off by predators or dying of starvation. This was the same, only more ruthless, more cut-throat, more merciless. A change in management didn’t just mean stepping down for the former leader, it almost always meant stepping down off this mortal plane of existence.

***

For those of you following along, Jake has single handedly upended the top two gangs in the prison, with the Aryan’s leadership almost certainly changing one way or another and, if Miguel continues on the path he’s on, Enrique’s days as leader - and days in general - are numbered. Not that Jake was aware of the effect he was having on the gangs. Not yet. But he soon would.

[mmvmgo2011]

~~SIXTY~~

Smith struggled to walk back to his office from the courthouse, his cock was so hard. It pendulumed from side to side as he walked, the head stimulated by the fabric grazing against it over and over as he walked.

By the time he entered his office, his jocks and pants were soaked through with pre, and his arousal was off the scale. He locked his door and closed the blinds, sitting at his desk. He unbuttoned his pants, unzipped, and took his cock out of his jocks, the entire shaft slick and sticky with pre.

As he began stroking, slowly at first, he thought of Mina, how she looked when she saw him, how she used to suck his cock, how he used to pound her pussy, often as not leaving a creampie. He groaned as he stroked faster, imagining her hacking into Robertson’s account and deleting the file. His cock twitched as it involuntarily flexed with his arousal. At the thought of Robertson, he invaded his mind. His confidence, his attractiveness, his body, his bulge. Everything about him oozed sex, oozed charisma. But I’m not gay, a small corner of his mind shouted, drowned out by the rest, by his throbbing cock.

As he came closer to the precipice, he recalled Robertson’s desperation, his pleading with the judge - only, in Smith’s mind, it wasn’t the judge he was pleading with, it was him. That thought sent him over the edge, thick, creamy ropes pumping from his cock. In his mind, pumping all over Robertson as he begged and pleaded with him.

***

“Turn around,” Diego growled. Alex groaned, partly in fear, partly in arousal. He’d nearly drowned trying to swallow Diego’s load, Diego continued pounding without mercy as his cock unleashed an unbridled torrent of cum, more than Alex could handle even if he could open his gullet and allow it to pour down unrestricted.

“Turn. Around. NOW!” Diego’s voice was low, gravelly, authoritative. His police training coming in useful.

Alex decided he had no choice. Diego groaned as Alex turned and held his hands up against the tiled wall, his lats flaring out, his back muscles mounding up. Alex curved his lumbar spine, lifting up and accentuating the juicy globes of his arse, his cock pressed up against the tiles.

Diego didn’t need any encouragement. He grabbed Alex along the iliac crest, lined up, and began pile driving with abandon.

Alex groaned with each thrust, every time Diego’s cock smashed past his prostate. As Diego jackhammered, Alex’s cock was rubbed against the tiles, the grout lines scraping along his fraenulum, sending his arousal stratospheric.

***

Ben wondered what was going on with Jason. It was not like him to be late, and it was nearly 10:00am, and he still wasn’t at his desk. And this was the third time this week. He’d also been particularly distracted all week, making mistakes, forgetting prior conversations… something was very wrong.

Just as he was about to pick up the phone, Jason walked in. He looked atrocious, huge dark bags under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, a tired look to his face, and he was unkempt.

“Jason! Good morning.” Nothing. Jason sat at his desk, and immediately began fidgeting, his leg bouncing up and down.

“Hello? Good morning.”

“Oh, sorry, morning Ben.” Nothing good about it, he thought absently.

“You look like shit, mate. What’s going on?”

Jason sighed. He leaned in and whispered to his only sort-of-friend, “I’m in trouble. I owe some money to some bad people,” he heard himself, realising he sounded like a bad cliché in an even worse movie, if only it wasn’t all true, all happening to him. “I realise it sounds like a cliché - and a bad one at that.”

“How much?”

Jason hesitated.

“How? Much,” Ben insisted.

“250k,” said Jason, slumping even further in his chair.

Ben tried really, really hard not to react, not to make Jason feel worse than he already did. “When?”

“I’m not exactly sure. By tonight, maybe tomorrow? What the fuck am I going to do?”

Implicit behind that question was the other questions - Can you help me? Can you lend me anything? How much can you lend me? - but Ben and Jason were friendly, they weren’t friends. Even a very good, maybe even best friend, would balk at the idea of lending tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars. Ben did not bother responding to either the stated question, or the implicit ones. What could he possibly say?

“Jason… how? How could you let it get that bad?” He didn’t want to kick the guy when he was down, or lecture him but, come on… 250k?

Of course, Jason couldn’t tell him that it was not his choice, it wasn’t even his doing - well, not directly - he’d only committed to 25k and it suddenly became another 250k. So, he lied.

“I don’t know, mate. It just slowly crept up on me. A few double downs, some double or nothings, a few 'sure things' that were anything but - again, totally clichéd, but I guess clichés, like stereotypes, exist for a reason.”

“How bad?” asked Ben. “Are we talking more clichés? Broken kneecaps, that sort of thing?”

Jason nodded, “and probably worse. I’m considering packing up and moving to Maria’s sister’s interstate for a while. Lay low.”

“You can’t just run! What about your family? Your house? Your job?” He didn’t bother adding “me” - they weren’t that close.

“What choice do I have?”

“If these people are as bad as you say, they’ll find you, or they’ll go after your family to flush you out.”

Jason hadn’t considered that, didn’t think they’d go after his family, surely? Would they? FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. Jason began trembling, then broke down and sobbed.

Ben didn’t think to report to him about what he’d learned about what BJ’s were up to. This clearly wasn’t the time. Besides, his brother was already in jail, so he already has his wish that his brother fall from grace. Easiest five hundred bucks I’ve ever made, he thought, as Jason continued sobbing. And, he got to work out at a world-leading elite facility on Jason’s dime.

[Ro20316]

13 hours ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

Ben didn’t think to report to him about what he’d learned about what BJ’s were up to. This clearly wasn’t the time. Besides, his brother was already in jail, so he already has his wish that his brother fall from grace. Easiest five hundred bucks I’ve ever made, he thought, as Jason continued sobbing. And, he got to work out at a world-leading elite facility on Jason’s dime.

Wait what? I Got lost here....

Smith really gets off on dominating his rival and right now Jake is his big fish to pry.

The changes he made to Miguel are working adn Miguel is reacting to them. He is now willing to go to Jake but what changes will come for those in jail???

 

Diego is finally letting go but he is not being carefull and he might regret things later.