Page 54 of Judging Duke

Instead of letting Phillipe work his magic, I bolted for the door, puking in some bushes as I stepped out into the sunlight.

“Is everything okay?”

What was it with this guy popping up everywhere I went?

“No, Duke. It fucking isn’t okay,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Tears threatened. What the fuck should I do?

“Is it Robbie? Is he alright?”

“It’s not Robbie. He’s fine as far as I know.”

He handed me a tissue and led me by the arm to a nearby wall.

“Sit here. You’ll feel better. I’ll grab you some water.”

I took a deep breath and cleaned off my hand, aware that I could hurl again at any moment. The anxiety and panic I felt left me nauseous.

He handed me a bottle and sat next to me.

“Is there anything I can do? Shouldn’t you be in there?”

“Yes, I fucking should.” I turned away from him and took a sip of water. “I can’t do it. I fucking told Dex, but he insisted.”

“Can’t do what? I don’t get it.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me. I might be able to help.”

“Can you make my dick hard and keep it like that? Cos I’m damn sure I can’t.”

There, I’d said it. Told the most unlikely person the problem I was having.

Again, he was struck dumb.

“Go ahead. Laugh all you want. The famous Simon Stroker can’t even get an erection.”

I looked down at my feet, waiting for him to say something. Instead, he placed a comforting hand on my back.

“I understand this is difficult for you to talk about.” He moved his hand higher, rubbing circles, inching closer to my neck.

It felt good, and I felt myself relax a little.

“That feels good.” I stretched out my neck, moving it from side to side, hearing the tendons and sinews creaking.

“Come over here. Let me try something. I’d prefer a bed, but this will have to do.”

“I’m not having sex with you, Duke. I just told you I can’t get hard.”

He tutted. “That’s not what I meant. Sit here.”

He led me to a chair and stood behind me before removing my shirt.

“I don’t have my oils with me, so this will have to do.”

He picked up a bottle of olive oil from the table, put some in his palm and rubbed his hands together.

“Lean forward and relax.”

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