Vaccinated - A Continuation

[mmvmgo2011]

8 minutes ago, Ro20316 said:

Wait what? I Got lost here....

 

Ben was introduced way back in Chapter 2... Ben is Jason's work colleague and, it turns out, he was the guy that was calling Jason, reporting on some crazy rumours about the gym.

We don't know the full details yet, but Jason has obviously paid Ben to spy/report/??? for him, hoping to get some dirt on Jake so he could take him down. In the meantime, Smith got in first... so Jake's already been 'taken down' by being in jail. And Smith and Jason got together to try to take him out via the Hermanos.

LOL - maybe I need to write a companion piece explaining everything

[mmvmgo2011]

~~SIXTY-ONE~~

Amber stared at her phone. At the message from Brad. A thousand thoughts running through her mind; a million emotions.

Somehow, Jake had regained the sperm ability. Did that mean he was going to resume his rampage? Go power crazy again? Did he remember what he did? How he treated his friends? How he treated her?

If he remembered, she could talk to him, express her hurt, her anger, her disappointment, but also maybe find a way that she can forgive. Forgive, but never forget. Before his rampage, she was falling for him, even thinking that he might be ‘the one.’ Those feelings didn’t just magically disappear.

To be sure, the anger, hurt and disappointment were all at the forefront, but those other feelings for him simmered below the surface, on the edge of bubbling over.

If he ever – NO! NOT IF… When! WHEN he got out of jail, she would have to sit him down and pour out her heart to him, hope that his behaviour was solely due to the vaccine. She loved him, wanted to be IN love with him, but the him that she knew from before, not the monster that he turned into.

***

Alex and Diego both orgasmed at the same time. Alex’s cum shot up the tiles, and was spread by his roid gut as Diego continued ramming him from behind. Diego filled him, his orgasm only increasing his arousal, his aggression, his dominance as his balls flooded him with more and more testosterone. His balls ached, a not unpleasant feeling, almost a reminder that they were there, growing, building up their ability to produce more and more testosterone.

His dick was still ramrod hard as he withdrew it from Alex’s muscular arse, “Thanks for the fuck,” he growled. Alex, who was still riding high, merely grunted and nodded.

Diego took advantage of the shower.

***

Despite Ben believing Jason’s troubles were entirely self-inflicted (which they were, just not in the way Ben thought), Ben felt sorry for Jason. As five o’clock rolled closer, he decided to give him a break.

“Do you want to crash at mine for a while? I’ve got a spare room.”

Jason had already spoken to Maria earlier in the day, and arranged for her to fly to her sister’s. He had tried to call Scott, but he refused his call. He messaged him, but he didn’t know if he would heed his warning.

“Thanks, mate, that’s much appreciated. I just need a couple of days to work out a solution.” Of course, that was complete bullshit. He had no plan, no idea what he was going to do. He couldn’t exactly go to the cops. He went and saw his bank manager the day after the demand, and he was laughed out of there - they were barely keeping up with the current repayments, there was no way the bank was giving him any extra money - especially as rates were climbing, and forecast to keep climbing for some time yet.

They packed up and headed for the car park.

***

Scott watched his phone as it vibrated in his hand, his dad’s face staring back at him. He didn’t bother answering; he had nothing to say to that prick. A moment later, a message:

Ja: Need to watch your back. Bad guys threatening. Love you.

What the fuck? he thought. His curiosity was piqued such that he almost - almost - called his father back to find out what he was on about. But he hadn’t spoken to him since that day with his Uncle Jake, and he just couldn’t get over the fact that he had things so twisted, and that he himself was so twisted that he would press charges in the circumstances.

His anger bubbled up, rage building within him. ‘Love you’? If he loved me, he thought, he wouldn’t be trying to take Uncle Jake away.

If only Scott knew the full extent of his father’s depravity. The depths to which he had sank.

***

“I’ll follow you,” Jason said as he headed to his car.

As he walked through the large lot, he failed to notice the vehicle following him about a car length behind. He pulled out his keys and pressed the fob to unlock his car. The vehicle stopped as it pulled up level with Jason’s car. The front passenger window rolled down smoothly.

“Yo, puto! Where’s our money?”

Jason spun around, his heart was pounding as it leapt up to his throat. “I–, I do– don’t have it with me.”

“You got 24 hours. You don’t wanna known what happens if you don’t pay, ese. And don’t think we can’t get to Maria at her sister Kathy’s. Or Scott at his friend Brad’s.”

Jason’s eyes bugged. Fuck. Fuck. FUUUUUCK. “I-, I… I’ll have the money.”

“We’ll be waiting for you here tomorrow. You don’t show with the money… well, then there will be consequences, eh?”

The window slid up just as smoothly, and the car peeled away. Jason was too shocked, too stunned to move. His family!

***

Ben sat in his idling car, wondering what was taking Jason so long to pull out and follow behind. He tried to look over to where he thought Jason’s car was parked, but it was a big lot, and he did not see exactly where he had parked.

He pulled out and drove over in the general direction he saw Jason walk off earlier. He drove around for a while before spotting Jason’s car, but where was Jason?

He pulled into a free spot nearby and walked over to the car, and that’s when he saw him. He was sitting on the ground, back against the front wheel, a blubbering, snivelling mess.

“Jason?”

Jason could barely speak in between snivelling sobs, “Th– the– they kn– know about,” sob, “Maria’s sis– sister and Scott,”

“Come on mate, leave your car, you’re in no state to drive. I’m sure they’re just idle threats.” He wasn’t at all sure that’s what they were, if whoever was after him had the resources, and were watching closely enough that they knew not only that his wife flew out today, but where she went to… he was probably fucked.

He contemplated just leaving him there, washing his hands of it all. After all, did he really want to put himself at risk? If these people came after Jason, Ben could be collateral damage. As he looked upon the pathetic, sobbing lump of a human being, his compassion had the edge. He helped him to his feet, and walked him to his car.

***

“It’s my favourite doctor.” Jake’s smile was scintillating.

“Good morning Mr Robertson. I have some good news for you.”

“When is the date?”

She smiled, “You’re one step closer. Your red blood cell count is improving remarkably, and as long as you avoid any strenuous activity for a few more days to allow your artery to fully heal, you should be fine.”

“You know, I don’t belong in jail. It’s a long story, but the whole prosecution against me is bogus. But, I’m actually glad it’s happened, because I’ve met you.”

She nearly rolled her eyes. Of course he didn’t belong in jail. He was innocent. They all were. And his attempts at charming her were not working.

“I tell you what, Mr Robertson. When you’re released from jail, come and look me up and I’ll give you the ride of your life.” He groaned as she bent down and kissed him, gently, on the lips, sparks flying as her soft, plump lips pressed against his, her intoxicating scent filling his nostrils. His erection tented the covers. As she pulled away, she trailed her hand up from his lower abs and over his square pecs, a trail of blazing fire following in its wake.

***

She managed to hold her composure until she left his room, somehow. She was literally weak in the knees, the kiss was incredible. He was even more alluring up close, his manly scent and pheromone cloud enveloping her. As her fingers traced his flawless body, a burning desire rose up within her. A desire for his body to be pressed up against her, for him to be inside her, his strong hands roaming across her body, his electric lips sparking desire wherever they went. She tried to regain her composure as she headed to her next patient.

[mmvmgo2011]

~~SIXTY-TWO~~

Assad frowned. Diego was late for work. It was not like him to be late. It was even less like him to ignore Assad’s calls and messages.

He was about to call again, when Diego entered through the rear entrance of the station. He was not wearing his uniform. All thoughts of berating Diego flew from his mind as his cock took over, his bulge swelling and tenting the already tight pants of his uniform at the sight of Diego.

He was shirtless, and he wore a skimpy pair of runner’s shorts, the kind that were split along the sides all the way up to the waistband to allow more freedom of movement for the legs. Only, Diego’s shorts were bursting at the seams, his massive thighs pushing up the skimpy leg holes, the split needed for the leg holes to fit over his thighs. His bulge spilled out first one leg hole, then the other, as his hefty package rolled from side to side around his tree trunk legs when he walked. His entire body looked pumped, his muscles dense and hard, full. Sitting atop his muscles, a vast network of veins, from inch-wide hoses emanating from his groin, down to the finest venules feathering across his abs, pecs, lats, quads… everywhere you looked.

Assad gaped, even as he grabbed his bulge, groaning.

“Sorry Captain,” he said, his voice a deep, husky, boner-inducing bass, “I couldn’t find any clothes that fit.” As he moved, muscles flexed and rippled across his body, a hypnotic, arousing display. “I hope that uniform has come in? But even it might be a little small now.” His stomach rumbled, a long, loud grumble from his stomach. Diego blushed, “Sorry, I can’t stop eating, and am still hungry.”

Assad was speechless. His brain buzzing with arousal. Diego was… he didn’t really have the words. He was always a sexy fucker, with a hot face and a hot body, but now… now, he was scintillating. His face looked harder, tougher, more angular. Until, that is, he smiled, his dimples still transforming him from someone that would rip you apart to someone that would kill you with kindness. But his body… it was perfection. Assad had difficulty estimating how much muscle he had packed on. He looked like he was probably 15 to 20kgs (~33 to 44lbs) heavier, maybe even more, but he’d probably lost 5kgs/11lbs of fat. That couldn’t be, surely? He’d never been particularly shredded, though he was never fat - he always had visible abs and decent vascularity, especially in his arms. Now? Striations and separations were clearly visible and rippling, vascularity prominent all over.

Assad finally found his voice, “Diego. You look… magnificent!”

“Thanks Cap,” he smiled, “might even be catching up to your legendary rig.” He winked, and Assad nearly came.

“Did you not hear your phone? I’ve been trying to call you.”

He looked chagrined, “Sorry, I must have left it at home, in some pants pocket somewhere. I must have gone through three quarters of my wardrobe… this was it.”

“Luckily,” Assad said, though it was not at all lucky, he thought, “your uniform came in this morning, and there was a mix up, they’ve provided a size too big. Should fit you perfectly,” he estimated.

Diego grinned, looking forward to filling out an even larger sized uniform.

***

Jason tossed and turned all night, and hadn’t slept a wink. Every time he nodded off, he imagined some Hermano towering over him as he slept, ready to wound, maim, kill, starting awake.

It was telling that, when the chips were down, he thought only of himself. His wife and only son, and the risk they were under, never even entered his mind.

Early on in the night, he’d finally realised he only had one option. An… unsavoury option, to say the least. Definitely the option of last resort, and even then, he spent most of the night convincing himself that it was the only way.

***

Jake was back in jail. His predicament came crashing back down upon him all of a sudden, like an oppressive blanket. Ignacio was escorting him to his cell.

“Amazing you survived, inmate. But the danger is far from over. You need to watch yourself. There are all sorts of crazy rumours swirling around. It looks like the Aryan leadership is going to change - a dangerous time for all. And, on top of that, there’s some talk of the same thing happening with the Hermanos. It’s never happened before. The top two gangs changing leadership around the same time? The whole place is a tinderbox just waiting for a spark. In all likelihood, that spark will be you.”

“Can’t say I’ll miss either of the two leaders. Thanks for the heads up. Don’t take this the wrong way, but why the fuck are you telling me any of this? I’d expect you to be happy that I was attacked, happy that I’m a target.”

He chuckled, wryly, “It’s more for my own benefit, than yours. If this place goes up, who are the first in line to be fucked?”

He had a point.

***

Miguel was sitting on his bed, counting the seconds until Jake returned. Jake’s changes had worn off, so his levels were back to normal, the changes Jake had made not sticking long enough for any of the effects to be more permanent. He wanted it back. NEEDED it.

“Jake!” He jumped up as he saw him through the bars. He looked surprisingly good for someone that nearly bled out a few days ago. Miguel was nearly giddy with excitement that his cellmate had returned.

“Miguel! How are you, ese?”

“Been hanging for you to come back.”

As Ignacio unlocked the cell, Miguel moved to hug his new bestie. “Step back, inmate!” Fucking Ignacio. He unshackled Jake and pushed him towards the cell opening, closing the cell door as he passed through. Miguel jumped at him, giving him a bear hug, causing Jake to grunt out, “Steady on mate, I’m still recovering.”

“Sorry, ese, sorry!” He immediately let go, a huge grin on his face. Jake was back!

[Ro20316]

I feel for Amber. She is conflicted eventho she is a strong woman herself what Jake did to her was unforgibable but he is willing to give it a chance. I hope she finds someone if not Jake she can be trully happy with.

Jason thinks he can runaway but the people looking for him is dangerous. The only option is for Miguel to call things off and he hasnt done that. He is to distracted by the changes Jake did to him.

 

 

[mmvmgo2011]

~~SIXTY-THREE~~

Brad walked through the door feeling pumped, but tired, after a mammoth workout. Scott was sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone, as kids were wont to do these days.

“Hey Brad. Good workout?” Scott asked, though he didn’t need to ask, from the look of Brad’s pumped physique, he’d worked hard.

“Yeah, managed a few PBs, which felt great!”

For a while, personal bests lost all meaning for Brad. As his body produced more and more muscle, his strength skyrocketed so every gym session he wasn’t just beating personal bests, he was smashing them and grinding them into dust. He still has periods where his body will go through a growth phase, demanding massive quantities of food to pack on muscle even more densely.

“Nice. I got this weird text from that prick Jason earlier today. And, he tried calling me…”

Brad frowned, he didn’t like that Scott disrespected his father – even Jason, with all his… flaws. Since Jake was arrested, Brad had taken it upon himself to step into Jake’s role as a mentor and father-figure to Scott. It’s what he would’ve expected Jake to do if their roles were reversed and, besides, he liked the kid.

“That’s out of the blue. You haven’t spoken since the incident, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What did he want?”

“I didn’t pick up the call, but his message said something about bad guys were threatening, and I needed to watch my back. No idea what he’s on about.”

What could he be up to, thought Brad, alarmed. He changed the subject. “I left some steaks out for dinner, do you want to make a start on them while I go and change?”

“Sure.”

***

Brad went to his bedroom to change, grabbing Jake’s phone and bringing up Jason’s number. He dialled.

“Hello?”

“Jason? This is Brad, Jake’s friend. From the gym.”

“I remember.”

“Scott told me about some message you sent him. What’s going on?”

“Uh- n- nothing. Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t fuck with me. What the fuck is going on? If he’s in danger, I want - need - to know about it. Not to mention I’m in danger too.”

“Not on the phone. I don’t have a car - pick me up at 21 Heatherton Avenue, Clarinda.”

“21 Heatherton…” he punched it into his maps, “be there in about 20.”

***

“Change of plans, mate, I’m going out for dinner,” Brad said as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. “Call if you need anything.”

“No worries, bye.”

***

Jason heard a vehicle pull up outside Ben’s. Peeking out the window, he saw a massive brute exit from the driver’s door, but it was dark, he couldn’t make out the face. Was there anyone else in the car?

The brute walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. Ben went to answer the door. “Hang on, I can’t see who it is,” Jason whispered.

“If they’re going to send thugs, would they really ring the doorbell?” Ben asked.

“Why not?”

“Come on, Jason,” Ben said dismissively.

He went to the front door and opened it. FUCK! JASON WAS RIGHT! A massive wall of muscled man stood blocking the doorway, his face scarred and scowling. He looked ready to tear anyone that got in his way in two. Ben scrambled back and ran to the back door, “RUN!” he screamed. Jason was no runner, even with the burst of adrenaline from his fight or flight response. He hid behind the couch, grabbing a poker from the fireplace as a makeshift weapon.

“Uh, hello?” A deep, yet familiar voice from the front door. Jason peeked out from behind the couch, relief flooding through him.

“Brad! Fuck! BEN,” he yelled, “It’s okay, that’s Brad.”

***

“Jason, what the fuck is going on?”

Jason got up from behind the couch, dropping the poker and racing over to Brad, giving him a bear hug. Well, trying to. He couldn’t get his arms all the way around his own gut, and Brad’s chest and lats. “Thank fuck it’s you!”

Brad had not moved, and did not move to hug him back. Jason wasn’t exactly his favourite person.

Jason continued hugging Brad for an uncomfortably long time, his hands began roaming over his powerful back. When Brad felt his erection, he broke off Jason’s embrace.

“Get the fuck off me.” He gently pushed Jason away; gently for Brad, Jason stumbled backward and nearly fell. “I said, what the fuck is going on Jason?”

Ben, chagrined and blushing, slunk back into the room, still wary of the huge, brutish man standing in his doorway, “Hi, I’m Ben. Sorry about that, mate. A misunderstanding.”

Brad held out his hand, “Brad. What was all that about?” Brad? Oh… Brad. From BJ’s! Now that he said it, Ben was even more embarrassed by his reaction as he recognised him.

Ben hesitantly shook the outstretched hand, noting the massive arm behind it. “Brad from BJ’s?” Brad nodded as Ben continued, “I’m not exactly sure… probably best that Jason explain.”

***

“Gambling debts?” Brad sounded dubious. He’d never heard Jake mention anything about Jason’s gambling before. If he was that far gone, surely Jake would have mentioned it?

“Yeah, and now, if I don’t pay up by five o’clock tomorrow, they’re going to come after me and maybe my family.”

“Who do you owe the money to?” Brad asked.

Jason looked uncomfortable. Brad glared, and he caved, looking at his feet, “The Hermanos.”

“The Hermanos?!”
“The Hermanos?!” Both Brad and Ben exclaimed at the same time. Everyone knew of the Hermanos. And everyone knew you did not fuck with the Hermanos.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Ben asked.

Brad was scowling. His bullshit detector was going off. Jason didn’t gamble. Jake was attacked by the Hermanos, and now Jason owes money to them.

“You stupid fucking cunt!” Brad’s voice was more a growl, fury all over his face. He stood, stepping to Jason and grabbed him by the shirt front, bicep curling him so that their faces were millimetres apart.

“Hey! Let go of him!” Ben was trying to get Brad to let go of Jason; may as well try to shift Mount Everest. Brad ignored the annoying gnat. Jason’s bulge tented further as his cock hardened, a glob of pre working its way up his shaft. Brad’s effortless display of muscular strength and power, of dominance, was arousing him. The threat merely amped up his arousal.

“You fucking put a hit on him with the Hermanos, didn’t you?” He growled, his face continuing to darken with fury. “That’s why you owe them money!” Ben gaped. He stopped trying to get Brad to let go, and looked at Jason questioningly.

Jason paled. “W- wh- wh— n-n-no. No! I di-did- wou-wouldn’t do that!”

Brad growled, his voice low, dangerous, “Don’t fucking lie to me, cunt. Jake happens to be attacked by the Hermanos as soon as he arrives in the prison, and you just happen to have a ‘gambling debt’ owing to the Hermanos at the same time? It wasn’t enough that he’s in prison because of you, but you wanted him killed?”

“No, it wasn’t like that, I swear!”

“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME!” Brad shook him, his entire body flailing like a rag doll. Jason’s arousal peaked as Brad’s biceps swelled, the cephalic vein along his bicep engorged and visible through the sleeves of his shirt. His forearms massive bowling pins stretching the fabric of his shirt. Jason groaned as he came, unable to control his ejaculation.

Ben mistook Jason’s groans of arousal for groans of pain, “Brad! You’ll kill him! Stop it!”

He stopped shaking him, Jason’s head lolling from side to side, “And now, you stupid fuck, you’ve probably gotten your wife and son killed too.”

“N- no,” he sobbed. “It wasn’t my idea! It was Smith, the prosecutor.”

Brad noticed the growing wet spot in Jason’s pants. Urghh. He dropped him, disgusted. Jason fell like a stone. Ben moved in to help him up.

Brad smashed his fist through the wall in anger and frustration, the entire house shaking as he broke through a stud behind the plasterboard. “I don’t give a fuck what happens to you, it’s all your own doing, but your wife, Scott, Jake? You better fucking PRAY nothing happens to them, because I’ll come after you myself.”

He turned to Ben, “Sorry about the wall, come and see me at BJ’s and I’ll fix you up.” With that, he turned and left, furiously going over potential defence strategies for an assault that was almost certainly coming.

[mmvmgo2011]

~~SIXTY-FOUR~~

Ben was shell shocked. What the fuck just happened? Jason put a hit on his brother? With the Hermanos? What the fuck was Jason thinking? And how did Brad smash through the stud like that? What was Ben doing getting himself involved? Did Jason cum as Brad had manhandled him? He must have. He was clearly erect after he hugged Brad. Jason was a fag? That was news to Ben. Was that why he wanted to be “friends”? He had nothing against homosexuals, to each their own, but he didn’t feel comfortable being around them. For the exact reason that Jason just demonstrated. Inappropriate sexual contact, getting aroused - he even ejaculated! - it was all gross and totally inappropriate. Keep it behind closed doors. He wondered whether everything Jason had said about his brother was true? To Ben, Jake was evil, the devil incarnate, the reason why Jason’s son didn’t love him, why his marriage was failing. All he’d ever heard was Jason’s twisted take on things.

The more Ben thought about it, the less he wanted anything to do with this fucker.  Why was he putting his own life at risk? The Hermanos were about to be after him - THE HERMANOS! - and he was stupidly putting himself in between them and their mark.

“Jason, listen, sorry mate, but I can’t do this. You can’t be here. I had no idea it was the Hermanos that were after you. That’s way beyond where I’m comfortable, risk-wise, and the way you groped Brad, and your… finish, not cool, mate.”

“What? I-” What could he say? His cock was still deflating, his bulge still tented, a wet, sticky stain on his pants as his cum leaked through his underwear. “I’m no faggot!” Still, he refused to accept his desires, what aroused him, what he really wanted.

“Whatever you say, mate. Keep telling yourself that. But you just groped a bloke, got hard, and came without him going anywhere near your dick. You need to go.”

Jason didn’t know what to say, what could he say? “If that’s the way you feel?”

“It is. I can’t have the Hermanos after me, too. You’re in some deep shit, mate. You made your bed. It’s time to lie in it.”

Jason sighed, trying to deny the home truths being flung at him. He walked out the front door and wandered off aimlessly, lost in his own thoughts.

***

Eventually, Jason got a cab back to his car at work, and drove home. He had one final option, the one that he’d been avoiding, that he spent all last night trying to come up with alternatives. Trying and failing. As dawn broke, he got out of bed, having not slept at all, and showered, preparing mentally for what was to come.

***

“Jake, you’ve got a visitor.” It was Felipe.

This early? thought Jake. They’d barely finished breakfast. As he was led off to see the visitor, he wondered what now?

“Now? Who?”

“You’ll never guess.”

***

The lock clicked, and Felipe opened the door, leading Jake into the visitor room.

“No! Fuck no! I don’t want to see him. I’ve got nothing to say to him.”

“Jake, please.” Jason could not believe how good his brother looked. He was bigger, his face harder, more masculine, more handsome. He was careful to avoid any arousal, knowing it would just inflame things, thinking about anything else.

“Fuck you, Jason. Fuck. You. You’ve got no right to ask anything of me.” Jake pulled out all the stops to calm himself, tamping his testosterone all the way down, releasing endorphins and other relaxants. He could not let this prick get to him again. Not here, not now.

Felipe looked at Jake, questioningly. “I want you in the room. I don’t want him coming here and then claiming some bullshit like undue influence, or duress or some such bullshit.”

“Jake, I need to discuss something urgent. Something private.”

“Fuck off, Jason. You can say whatever you want in front of Felipe. The hit? He already knows. As do I.”

Jason’s jaw dropped to the floor. He KNEW? How? When? Who? “You KNOW?”

“Yes, fucker, I know. And I know your buddy Smith was in on it too.”

Shit, Jason thought. How am I going to get him to help me now?

“Jake, I’m sorry. It was Smith’s idea, he–”

Jake scoffed, “Sorry? You’re SORRY?! You fucking ordered a hit on me you cunt! Sorry isn’t going to cut it. I nearly fucking died. And you’re still trying to shift the blame!”

“It’s not what I wanted. I realise that now. Scott would never forgive me if he ever finds out.”

“So that’s it? It’s only because your son wouldn’t forgive you that you regret trying to have me killed? You’ve got some fucking nerve showing your face here, you know that.” Jake’s anger was rising, despite the calming hormones.

Jason looked at his feet, chagrined, chastised. Everything Jake was saying was spot on. “I… I had to. I have no choice, no other option. For Scott, and Maria.”

Jake realised. The Hermanos were still after him. Were threatening Jason… and SCOTT! His rage flared, fucking Miguel! But it was not Miguel’s fault. May as well blame a snake for biting when you step on it. It was all Jason. He allowed himself to be manipulated by Smith and now he had endangered them all.

“So you can’t pay the $250,000, and now they’re going to go after Scott and Maria.”

Jason stared, wide eyed. He knew. He knew everything.

“Yes, you stupid cunt, I already know. You have to tell Brad. Maybe he can draw on the gym’s overdraft account.” Cash flow was tight, especially after they purchased Brad’s custom weights, he didn’t know if they’d have enough.

“Brad already knows. He came to see me last night.”

“And?”

“He didn’t say anything about potentially lending me the money.” Of course, Jason didn’t tell him about his arousal, his embarrassing finish.

“Go to him with your tail between your legs, tell him you’ve spoken to me, and ask him for the money.”

Jason brightened, “Th–”

“DON’T! Don’t you dare thank me. If we all survive this… you’ll owe me more than money. Get the fuck out of my sight.”

“Jake, I–”

“GO!” He turned to Felipe, “Get me out of here before I do something I’ll regret.”

[ploder4]

Interesting twist.  Everybody on Jake's side is trying to protect Scott.

[panama]

So well written !! 

[Wrestlejock646]

So damn good. Love the twists and turns. 

[Ro20316]

Jason and Jake have two things in common. They love to dominate and they made the stupidest desissions and cant keep they mouths in check.