Page 36 of Judging Duke

“I’m done, Dex. Don’t you understand that? I can’t do it any longer. You heard about what happened.” I finally looked at him.He needed to understand. “I’m spent…literally. No one does it for me anymore.”

“Use pills. Hell, you can even get injections.”

I winced at the thought and clenched my thighs. The thought of anyone sticking a needle into my cock sent a shockwave of fear through me.

“No injections and the pills don’t work. I just can’t, Dex. Tell them no.” The thought that my virility, the one thing I’d thought defined me as a man, had deserted me was devastating.

“It’s just a phase. Like you said, you’ve been tired, stressed. It was the whole reason for sending you to the spa, but what did you do there? You brawled with the staff. When do you ever listen to me?”

Standing tall, I squared up to Dex, towering over his small stature. He sniffed, gagged and turned away.

“Go shower. Get dressed. We’re going.”

I sighed, scrubbing my hands over my face. “Why won’t you let me disappear into obscurity?”

“Because that’s not what you pay me for. My job is to get you out there, make you visible. Hiding away in here like a hermit won’t earn you any money.”

“And then you don’t get paid,” I finished the sentence for him.

He shrugged. He earned more from me than any of his other clients. They were small fry compared to me, but he knew it wouldn’t last forever.

He was right, of course. He always fucking was, knowing what I needed and wanted usually before I did.

“Look, Simon. They only want you for two days max, and the money they’re offering is, quite frankly, too good to turn down. This”—he waved his hand around in the general direction of my dick—“it’s just a blip. We can visit the doctor. I know a guy.”

Of course he did.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and after flipping him off, I walked into the spacious ensuite bathroom.

I stripped off the shorts I’d worn for the past few days. The stench of my body odour was overpowering.

Setting the shower as hot as I could stand, I stepped under the spray. It felt good. I dropped my head, resting my outstretched hands on the tiled wall before me.

Scalding water sluiced down my body, washing away the filth.

I needed to get a grip. This wasn’t doing anyone any good at all, least of all Robbie.

I’d get this meeting over and done with, then travel to see him. As much as I hated it, people relied on me.

Dex for his salary, Robbie for his treatment, and my parents for the financial support I gave them.

I had no time to work through my own problems; it was always about someone else.

That needed to change. I knew that. My erection problems were probably stress-related. Yeah, let’s go with that and not the fact that none of the men I fucked were Duke.

The mere thought of him and my cock twitched.

Yep, definitely his fault.

A fist thumped the bathroom door.

“Get a move on, Simon.”

And there it was, gone again. Pushing all thoughts of Duke out of my head, I shampooed, washed, and finished by shaving the scraggy beard I wore.

I dressed casually, a pair of trousers and a tight-fitting Henley shirt that showcased my muscles.

“Much better,” Dex said, giving me the once-over. “Let’s get going, else we’ll be late.”

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