Page 14 of Judging Duke

He slapped me on the thigh and stood, a huge grin on his face.

Fuck.

No way could I do that, but it was Sod’s law, wasn’t it? You could see it coming a mile off. I’d need to speak to the front desk, find some excuse not to be in the same room as him, and definitely not when he was naked.

He’d only have to see my name, and alarm bells would ring. How many people had the name Duke?

“Tell us all about it,” he said over his shoulder as he left the room.

I found myself alone. Everyone else had gone to their respective jobs or appointments. I had another half an hour before I needed to be anywhere. Tempted to take one more look at the object of my teenage fantasies, I took my phone out of my bag and searched for his name.

‘Simon Stroker, porn star’

Fuck, there were loads of entries.

I scrolled through them. Twinks, bears. Who thought up these scene names?

‘Stroker strokes all the bears’

Curious, I clicked play, and after an advert for a vibrating butt plug, the video finally loaded.

I kept the volume low and turned my phone away from the door. I didn’t need to be caught.

He was almost unrecognisable. His hair was a little longer, and he’d filled out a lot since the last time I’d seen him all those years ago.

That arse, though. Firm muscular buttocks and thighs that clenched with each thrust.

The angle changed, and I finally got to see his cock. Lord, it was something else. Thick and cut. Unusual, but I wouldn’t complain.

My mouth watered, wondering how he would taste. Would I be able to take him?

Not that the chance would ever arise. He loathed me, and the hatred I’d seen in his eyes the last time we spoke was hard to miss.

A slight flash of orange caught my eye, and I paused the film to look closer. Was that a bird? A phoenix maybe?

I hit play again, transfixed by the intensity of his stare as he looked into the camera. It was as if he were looking right at me. Sweat dripped down his body, over his abs and into the sparse covering of pubic hair.

My cock pulsed in my trousers. Jesus, fuck. I couldn’t go see my next client with a boner, but the sight of his glorious body and my arousal was evident.

I ended the video and stood up, willing it to go away, pulling down the tunic I wore to at least hide it.

“Duke? Are you in here?” I dropped my phone, hearing it crack as it hit the floor. Jesus fucking Christ. Could this day get any worse?

Craig entered, and I thanked fuck he hadn’t come in a moment earlier. I turned away from him, hiding my arousal.

“What did you need?” I asked, grabbing my messenger bag and placing everything in my locker.

“Could you take one of my eleven o’clock appointments today? I’m double-booked.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” I said. I could have hugged him.

A massage could take anything up to two hours, which would mean I’d have to cancel my appointment with Mr Stroker.

There were other masseurs that could do the job just as well as I could.

“Let’s go change it in the appointment book.” I smiled at Craig. “I could kiss you.”

He looked at me. “What’s up with you? You’re acting weird.”

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