Page 55 of Judging Duke

I did as he asked and groaned as his hands worked their magic on my back and shoulders, releasing all the tension that had built there.

Unsure if it was his hands or the fact that Duke Anders was touching me, but once again, my cock came to life, the fickle bastard that it was.

Seemed it only responded to him.

I hoped that the pills I’d taken would keep my cock hard, at least until I’d done what I needed to do.

“How’s that?”

I moaned in response. “So fucking good. I didn’t believe Barbara when she said you had magic hands. I do now.”

He chuckled, his mouth next to my ear. “You only had to ask.”

“You should come in there with me. I might need you again.”

“No, no. I couldn’t do that.”

“Yes, you could and you will.”

At that moment, Cyril stepped out of the studio.

“Simon! You’re up.”

I certainly was and ready for action.

“Please, Duke. I’m begging you.”

He pressed his lips together. He was wavering, but I needed him on my side.

“It won’t be for long. I promise, but I need you, Duke.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Relief flooded my body, and I strolled back into the studio, ready to do my part.

I was positioned on the chair, my legs spread. Troy and Finn were set and ready to go again, and for once, I looked downgratefully at my now very erect dick and prayed to all the gods it didn’t let me down.

I saw Duke out of the corner of my eye, watching me as I jerked off.

It spurred me on, and I put everything I had into it. Previously, the sight of a man being railed by another would do it for me, but now the only thought that ran through my head was that Duke Anders was watching me wank.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d come before I should, but I managed to edge myself to perfection, coming at just the right moment.

Gobs of spunk flew into the air. Some landed on the chair, some on the floor and an errant strand ended up in my hair. They’d paid for a cum shot, and they’d got one.

Most times, it felt clinical. A job to be done, but I knew Duke’s eyes were on me. I knew that he was the reason I’d been able to perform.

Because of him, I was able to come on cue and fulfil the role I’d been employed to do.

The cameras stopped rolling, and the cloths were handed out. I wiped myself down and stood. I needed to thank him. Without him, it wouldn’t have been possible, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Did you see Duke?” I asked Cyril as I slipped into my shorts.

“Sorry, son. I didn’t realise he was in here.”

I thanked him and walked out into the burning sun, thankful for the air conditioning. Duke was heading to the house at a quick pace.

“Duke,” I shouted, expecting him to turn around, but he broke into a run, changing course and heading to the front gate, away from the house.

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