Priapus Pictures

[Tattcub]

Hi All,

 

This is a story that was inspired and given permission to play in by one of my fave authors Absman420

Anyway I hope you enjoy it

 

Parts 1 to 5

Have fun

TC

 

I work for a guy named Saul Bennett. He’s sort of a modern-day porn maven. Lots of money, loads of girls and guys. No morals.

I work for him because I have no choice. (more on this later) I don’t think anyone here does except maybe the guy who does all his hocus pocus for him.

He’s one scary bastard. Here’s a story about one of the guys who got in his way. It wasn’t long after Saul had fired Mick Masterson, he had been a real top dollar star for Bennett till like all things Mick’s body had started to go south on him. Nothing major as the guy still had fans and his bod was still great just his age. That was Saul’s excuse anyway. I heard him say it was because he’d fallen in love with some guy, pretty bodybuilder type and Saul didn’t like split loyalties.

Anyway, on with the story…

James Fraser is or should I was an entertainment lawyer working out of west Hollywood. He was the guy who did contracts for studios big and small tying their actors up in red tape, so the studios got their monies worth. Except James was a rare type. He actually cared about his clients, so he had a specialisation that was more about helping the actors get out of their deals with the big sharks who own these studios. For example, his most recent case was against one Saul Bennett and his studio Priapus Pictures.

 

This guy came to James about a contract he had signed some time back with Priapus and wanted out. His partner had just died and he just didn’t have the heart to carry on in the industry any more. Bennett refused to cancel his contract even though the guy was happy to pay any penalty fee for doing so. So, the client came to James and asked for representation

 

“James, your 2-o clock is here.” Said his assistant Diane as James re-entered his office after his lunch with another client.

“Thanks Di. “said the 33-year lawyer smiling as he took his jacket off and threw it over the chair in the outer room. He was a good-looking man standing about 5 ft 9 tall. He had dark hair cut short on the back and side and had twinkling green eyes that always seemed ready to smile. His taut athletic body was a good swimmers build from many hours in the pool at his apartment building and light gym three times a week.

He was well liked by the entire company, always willing to help out and fight for any underdog cause that took his mind. He was a good man.

He opened the door to his office and went in to greet his client Manuel Cortez. Manny to his friends. Manny stood and shook hands with him.

“Hi James or is it Jim?” Said Manny smiling nervously as he stood to greet the lawyer.

“Please, please sit and it’s James.” Said the lawyer smiling.

“My dad was Jim or Big Jim as everyone called him.” Said James as he made himself comfortable at his desk and reached for the clients file.

Manny nodded in acknowledgement and said

” So, any news on my case?”

James looked at the last page on the file which contained a vitriolic letter from Bennett’s team about what Manny and James could do with their suit. It was pretty much a good luck and see you in court letter.

James explained this to Manny and the he just sat there and hung his head. When he raised it again to look at James he had tears in his eyes.

“I can’t do this James, not any more. The things that he gets us to do.” Said the crying man.

“It’s not that I think they’re disgusting, it’s not that at all. I’m a gay man and gay sex and experimentation is fine. I’m even fine with gay does straight. It all pays the bills doesn’t it and I like the sex. It’s none of that. It’s the fact we have no choice about what scenes we do.  I’m pretty easy going and my partner used to just say go with the flow as we were both earning well out of it. Now he’s gone I just don’t feel it any more. “Manny wiped a tear from his eye as he talked.

“When I said he gives us no choice I meant it.” He paused for moment to catch his breath.

“When we’re on set something seems to come over the cast. No of us ever seem to argue with the directors on set. Ever. Something’s going on and it’s scaring the shit out of me. I don’t want to be there. Since Rico died It’s like veil was lifted from me. We were a great duo, did loads of pics together and we loved doing them. We never questioned Saul’s methods because times were good and if I’m honest we were pretty high most of the time too. Saul provided all those sweeties too. Said he had his own alchemist as he called his dealer I think.

I think there was more than dope and china in that mix because we all just toed the line you know ?” Finally stopping and taking a drink from his water glass. He looked over at James to see how he was reacting from his total honesty about this situation.

James sat there for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

“Are you saying that Bennett actually forced you all into sexual acts and drug taking ?” he said

“No, it’s not like that it’s more that he gave this stuff away for free and we didn’t even think to object to any of it.” Said Manny.

“It’s only now that I haven’t been on set in a couple of months that I am finally clear headed. There worst thing was I didn’t touch any of that shit to start with. I was so nervous in the beginning I could only drink water on set.” He finished.

“Look, Manny this could be a criminal case too if Bennett can be proven to be a dealer or that he is somehow forcing you all to work against your wills.”

He Stood up from his desk and closed the file.

“I think I should meet Mr Saul Bennett for myself and see what’s going on at Priapus Pictures.”

Manny stood too. “Look man, please be careful. This man is dangerous and has a lot of power in this town. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you for getting involved.”

“Don’t worry about me Manny.” Said the lawyer reassuringly. “I’ve dealt with guys like this before. I have my own contacts in this town too.”

They shook hands and Manuel left the office. Turning and nodding his thanks before he closed the door.

James picked up his mobile and dialled his wife “Hi Hun, really sorry I think I’m going to be late home tonight. Yeah…. A new case…..Don’t worry I’ll send out for something. Okay…bye…Love you too.

 

So James had a plan, of sorts. He needed to rattle this guy, to get him out in the open and to make a mistake somewhere. A mistake that he, James could capture and exploit.

He picked up his phone again. He had just the guy he could use for this job.

“Hey Max.” He said smiling.

“I’ve got a job for you bro are you up for it?” He asked.

“Ever heard of a guy called Saul Bennett? His company Priapus Pictures?”

“Yeah, that’s him.” He said to his long-time friend Maxwell Calder. Max was a private detective and old friend of James’ from way back in their college days.

“I need you to do me a favour. Do you still do undercover shit ? I know you still love that James Bond stuff.” Said James smiling as he remembered his friends first forays into the field as an eager much younger man.

“Well, we should meet up and talk. Lunch tomorrow? At Deano’s ? Yeah..Haha…” He laughed at his friends “Where else?” Comment .

“Okay buddy. Yup, about 1.30 ?” He hung up.

James looked back at the file on his desk. He had a few other calls to make. Insurance was always a great idea in this town. L.A. was not forgiving on the careless or the over eager.

He had a long night ahead. He picked up his phone once more and dialled. It took a moment or two to answer.

“Mz D.” He said to the feminine voice that answered. “Good to speak to you.”

“Why James. “Said the throaty voice at the other end of the line.

“It has been a while. It could be said that you have been remiss in your attentions.” She chided gently.

“Awww Mz D. You know you truly are the only woman for me.” Said James smiling as he reacquainted himself with the accent and manners of the lady on the line. One who also had very, singular talents. One’s that he, James felt were going to be needed sometime very soon.

James sat back in his chair and turned to look out at the skyline onto L.A. and its sunset of promises, promises that all to often turned out to be smoke and mirrors. Well, maybe not this time. With any luck.

“I need a favour sweet lady.” Said the lawyer.

MAX.

Maxwell Calder was a a private detective in Lala land. He looked at his file on Priapus and Bennett and wasn’t surprised by what he read there. He’d been through several of these joints in his years investigating Los Angeles seedier side. He was still young enough at 35 to still be open minded and old enough to not be surprised any more.

He’d done his background checks with his various contacts and knew for damn sure that Bennett was dirty and had his fingers in many, many pies. Porn, mainstream and “other.” Every form of fornication and filth was bread and butter to this guy and he’d made a fortune from it. James and by extension Manny James’ client had warned him to be careful as Bennett was well known to be resourceful and unforgiving of betrayal.

Max had decided to go in undercover on a low-level crew type security or roady type, etc. You know the drill, the polite escorting of over eager fans from sets etc or the occasional diverting of a loved one/ partner away from the stars dressing rooms when they were “resting” or otherwise engaged. Purgatory were big enough that they recruited regularly, and this industry was full of people trying to “break into the biz.”

He managed to get himself on a crew doing general security for a new movie that had the working title of New Fish. This was a prison scene in a mock up studio version of a prison block. It was going to be one of those gang bang movies. Max wasn’t gay himself but the thought of seeing a room full of guys wasn’t totally his thing. However he was professional and had no issues with gay guys at all so it wasn’t a problem.

He was due to start at the studio at 7am the next day in a studio lot in some warehouse district somewhere.

Knowing what this Bennett was like meant Max wasn’t going to go in wired or carrying a camera. He just had a mobile phone that took good pics and also recorded sound a lot longer than most of the other phones of it’s type.

He picked up the phone and called James.

“Hey buddy, it’s me.” Said the detective.

“Yeah, all sorted. Job starts tomorrow. Aha…Yeah low level security/go-fer sort of thing.”

“Ha ha…Very funny. I did it for you in college didn’t I why wouldn’t I run around for others for the job ?” he said smiling at his friends comments on the line.

“Listen, if we start this we have to see it through. This guy has power and contacts. You know how much that’s worth in L.A. don’t you?” warned Max.

“Yeah, I will. You too James. Don’t expect to hear from me for a few days. Speak soon as I can.”

He hung up the phone.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

In looks he had that almost faded Cali surfer look going on. Slightly longer than normal naturally blond hair and clear blue eyes. Gave the impression of blankness which was handy in his business as many people underestimated him. He could turn on the dumb if he wanted to but in this instance,  he decided to be a man of few words.

He got his gear packed and decided to hit the shower before his job started tomorrow.

 

 

James had waited about 4 days before picking up the phone and calling Max’s number.

As he had expected he got the answer phone. Max always used burner phones when he worked so his real one would be stashed elsewhere for now

“Hey, buddy. Just checking in with you. I know you don’t like to break your cover but give me a call when you can. Just looking for a prog rep.”

He put the phone back on the desk and started to work on the papers laid out in front of him. He just had a niggling feeling about this gig with Bennett, that it was going to be a lot bigger than he wanted. He leaned to the intercom.

“Di could you bring in todays mail and a bottle of water please?” he asked his assistant.

She came through the door moments later with a bundle in a tray and a bottle of cool water.

“Here you go chief.” She said smiling.

James smiled at her. Laughing and shaking his head.

“Let me guess, you’re auditioning for a part later ?” he asked.

“How did you guess? “ She smiled sassily as she handed him the mail. The top of which was crowned with a brown padded envelope.

He took the bundle and the water.

“Haha…I dunno, calling me chief was the clue. Reporter maybe?” he said looking up at her with raised eyebrows.

“Wow you should have been the P.I. I’ll be gone for a couple of hours but will come back to finish off later if that’s okay ?”  she said as she turned to the door.

“No, no don’t worry about coming back. “ He told her.

“It’s Friday you may as get your weekend on early.”

She smiled as she turned.

“Thanks chief.” And gave him a mock salute as she went back into the outer office.

 

James looked down at the pile of mail. Looks like his weekend was not going to start early at all. His eyes were drawn to the envelope. It was hand written, badly by the look of it but it was familiar. It was also unstamped which meant it had been hand delivered too.

He opened up the packet and found it contained two things. One was a cell phone and the other was a micro SD card. On the phone was stuck a note.

PLAY US BOTH TOGETHER.

He paused for a moment and looked out into the main office. Diane had gone so he couldn’t ask who had dropped this off.

He looked at the phone and switched it on. It didn’t seem to have any service but could still be opened up.

He put the SD card into his laptop and scanned it first, just in case. It came up clear.

He clicked on the icon for the card when it came up and it came up with one file that read.

PLAY ME.

He did so and the screen blanked out for a moment and started up a slide show.

PRESS PLAY ON THE PHONES SOUND RECORDER NOW.

James did so.

The voice that came through was disguised.

“Mr Fraser, good afternoon. If my calculations are correct you should be receiving this package at sometime around 2 pm on Friday afternoon.”

There was a pause and the sound of someone making noise in the background. They sounded angry and sounded if they might be gagged or being stopped from talking.

“I believe we have a friend of yours with us. He was found snooping about and before you stop this and call the police I can assure you that by the time the end of this recording has finished you will be aware that your friend Mr Calder is more than happy to be with us.”

“In fact you will be the first to witness our latest movie. It’s a prison gang scene about a guy who’s caught undercover by his fellow inmates. “

The screen lit up on the laptop as the slideshow continued.

On the screen was a man tied to a chair with his hands behind his back. His face was covered with a towel or something like it. His clothes were rumpled and the sleeve on his shirt was torn and bloody. Two very large muscular men stood either side.

One of them was a very well presented man in a prison guards uniform. His hair was very short on the back and side and brushed back 1950’s style. He was very athletic having the look of sportsman or coach in a uniform. He was good looking in a sexy daddy sort of way. Tached and salt and pepper colouring.

The guy on the left-hand side was huge and dressed in an orange prison jumpsuit that hand the sleeves cut off. There was no way they would ever have been able to hold the arms that the man had. He looked like he had be hewn rather than born. Grown out of the stone floor he was standing on. His shaved head gleamed in the light of the room, accented with a heavy black goatee beard and pale grey eyes. His arms were folded around his chest and he seemed to unconsciously be flexing them. He was about 6ft and seemed to be staring like his guard companion blankly out of the picture and at James himself.

“Mmmmmf….mmm…mmesss.” Said the panicked voice of the person under the towel.

“Yes, yes. “ said the dark voice.

“Warn him all you like.” It said nonchalantly.

“It won’t make any difference.” It paused for a moment.

“ Mr Fraser, please be aware if you attempt to contact the police or even stop this recording before we have shown you our work please know that they will find nothing and you will not be seeing your friend Max again.”

 

With that the next picture came up and it was of the guy in the chair and it confirmed James’ suspicion as Max was revealed. His hair was a mess and he has a wild look in his eyes. He looked genuinely afraid.

He had a bloodied nose and what seemed to be a black eye.  His mouth was gagged with what looked like a rubber ball gag, a standard BDSM toy on a set for a porn film.

Max looked out at the camera from the still photo as his voice was heard in the background.

“We’re just getting Mr Calder ready for his close up James.” Said the sinister voice as the next picture was of the two large men ripping Max’s shirt off.

“First a little, preparation. Hold him.”

The next picture flashed up and was of the prison guard injecting Max with something just into his neck while the prisoner bull held him steady.

“Mmmmmmm!....Ngghhh…!” James heard Max’s muffled cries…Ove the next few drawn out minutes they got weaker and weaker until he heard a subdued groaning coming from his friends mouth.

“Ahh that’s better.  Now to work. Max, Max can you hear me ?” Said the man.

“Mfff.” Said Max.

The next picture flashed up and was of Max staring into the light of the camera with a hooded expression to his eyes. They seemed a little dull, even in the bright light.

James rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This bastard had his friend prisoner and was torturing him.

“Now, James. Don’t do anything rash.” Said the voice again.

“Take a sip of water and calm down. I’ll give you some instructions after this is all over and we’ll try and resolve this situation.”

“Now.” Said the stranger.

“Where were we? Oh yes. Take the gag off. He shouldn’t be much trouble now.”

“Max,MAX…Can you hear me ?”

“Huh ?...” said the slurred voice of his friend.

“Look at me Max. That’s good. You’re a good boy well done.”

“Good booooy…” said his friends voice.

 It sounded deep and slow. Probably a result of the drug the bastards had given him thought James as he listened horrified and dreaded the next picture.

The dark man’s voice continued to talk to Max.

“Now Max, in a moment we’ll untie you from the chair and you will continue to sit there. Calm and still, calm and still. Do you understand?”

“aarrrm and stiiilll…” came the reply as a new pic appeared.

This was of Max. He had been untied and was sat in the chair and was looking up into the camera lens. James saw a little drool dribbling from his bottom lip.

“That’s good Max, very good. Now these two men are your friends and you want to help your friends don’t you ?”

“Aha..friends.” Max’s voice sounded thick and heavy, almost childish.

“Stand up Max and let them help you undress. You’ll be far more comfortable like that trust me.”

Max had obviously obeyed as the next picture came up. This time he was just standing there in the room, which did seem like a prison cell. He was stood there naked. The blank expression on his face, the drool and what seemed to be a raging hard on.

“Well now, someone’s happy to see his two friends isn’t he?” said the monster on the phone.

“They’re happy to see you too. Can you see how happy they are Max ?” he said.

James could feel the smirk in the bastards voice. He was enjoying this. James’ mouth was dry. He took another sip of water from the bottle. He didn’t want to continue but had no choice but to listen and watch as his friend was manipulated.

“Max, in a moment you will start to feel a little warm and tingly. It’ll feel a bit like when you go to the gym and have a good workout.”

“Mmmhhmm.” Said his friend.

“You understand ? Good.” Said the man.

“You’re going to start to change and I want you to feel and see that it is all normal. This is a good change. You have nothing to fear.” Said the man

“Do you understand Max.” he questioned.

“No fear.” Said Max’s slow voice. It seemed more sure now but was also somehow deeper than James remembered.

“Now I want you to kneel down and show your friends Adam and Rico your appreciation.” Said the man.

“You know what to do.” He instructed.

“I know…”

The next picture flashed up and was off James’ friend of many years. His college buddy was knelt there naked on the floor of this prison cell and had the cocks of the two big muscle men in his mouth. His eyes were wide and staring up at the two men. Slobber and drool from his efforts and the men’s actions were dribbling off his chin.

The screen blanked out and there were the sounds of someone giving and being given a blow job. This seemed to go on for a long time and the sounds of passion were punctuated with grunts, the sounds of animal passion.

James tried to get the picture out of his head, he didn’t know what to do but couldn’t take his eyes off the screen and couldn’t get the will to switch of the recording either.

The sounds of the men’s passions exploding brought James out of his reverie.

“Ah…fuck…fuck…fuuuuuck…yeah…Give it to me.” Said Max’s voice. The two mens voices were just grunts. The sound of them cumming, hard was unmistakable.

 

The screen lit up again with Max’s face taking up most of the screen. His sweaty hair was plastered onto his face and his blank eyes stared at the camera in gratitude. On his face was what look like a gallon of cum.  It looked like the poor man had been glazed.

The screen went dark again.

SWITCH OF THE LAPTOP. CONTINIUE TO LISTEN. Instructed the screen.

“Do I truly have your attention James ?” Said the creepy man’s smug voice.

“Good. If you want to see your friend again and resolve this situation without further, action. Here are your instructions.”

James sat in horror and listened to the words.

 

 

PART 3

 

“James?” said a faraway voice.

“James, are you okay?” It asked. Louder this time.

“JAMES!” shouted Diane his assistant. Bringing the lawyer out of his reverie.

What had he been….?

“Shit” he shouted loudly making Diane’s concerned even more apparent as she touched his shoulder.

“Are you okay boss?” She said worriedly, She’d come back to the office after her audition to grab some bits when she saw her boss just staring at the screen on his laptop. Which was weird in itself as the machine had gone into screen saver mode.

James seem to be dazed. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head. Trying to bring himself out of his daze.

“Sorry Di. Dunno what happened to me there.” He apologised to his worried assistant.

“Must have dozed off or something.” He said, not sounding entirely convinced by his own excuse.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She said, making sure.

“Yeah, yeah. “ He assured her taking a swig from the now warm water bottle on his desk.

“I’m fine. Must be tired or maybe coming down with something.” He stood and straightened his tie. Looking at her with his beautiful green eyes.

“Look, you head off home. I’m gonna head that way myself. “he said.” Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine.”

He grabbed his jacket and popped his laptop into his bag then opened the office door and wave her out.

Diane grabbed her coat and bag from her desk.

“As long as you’re sure you’re okay. She said heading out the door.

“See you Monday.” He said smiling at her concern re-assuring her he was okay.

“Monday.” She said and was gone.

 

James lent against the office door for a moment. His head was clearing. He remembered everything that had happened but had been unable to say a word of it to his friend and assistant. What had Bennett done to him ? How much power did the guy have that he could just get him with some pictures and a recorded voice ?

The voice on the line had given him some instructions which he felt compelled to obey but they were vague, almost dreamlike in the exact memory of them. He knew he’d remember only when Bennetts voice wanted him to.

He knew his first port of call was the gym where he went every day and often worked out with his old friend Max. Max…

“Shit Max!” said James and ran out of the door.

 

25 minutes later he pulled his car up to the lot behind his gym. This wasn’t an exclusive club or true iron gym it was a mid range place you could find in many towns and cities. It was busy enough not to be isolating to the customer and quiet enough that you could usually get on the machines you wanted to. It was about 4.30 and was beginning to fill with the pre-weekend crowd.

The gym was called X-WORKS.

He tapped his card as he went in and went into the changing rooms and got changed into his gear. Loose light blue vest and dark blue gym shorts just to above the knee and pale green trainers and sports socks.

He wasn’t worried about the whole gym fashion thing.

He was looking over the gym floor and trying to decide where to start

He went to the stretch mats carrying only his gym towel and a bottle of water.

He started to warm up on the mat, slowly stretching his long swimmers muscles. He did a good fifteen minutes warm up and then got up ready to go and went to the cycles for some warm up cardio.

As he did his eyes scanned the crowd of Friday nighters that were in the gym. After work dads and moms having their one free hour before the weekend with the kids.  Older people walking quickly on the treadmills showing they still got. High schoolers trying to show how much they could lift. A whole mix of people including the pre-club workout crowd trying to get a pump before showing off their glistening bodies to anyone who wanted to gape at them.

His eye was caught by one guy. Tall, blond type with blue eyes. This guy could have been a surfer if not for the muscle he carried. This guy was stacked. Must’ve weighed 265 if not at least 270 pounds.

This was hard earned muscle, this guy was shredded to perfection, striations and veins cut across all of his major muscle groups his chest, shoulders and arms were covered in thick rope-like veins. His forearms were so thick that James realised he’d been staring at the guy. He looked away before the big man noticed. He went back to cycling and tried to concentrate on the tv screen ahead of him and started pedalling faster and faster.

He was in the zone about 10 mins later when he heard a voice close to him over the gym’s loud music.

“Hey buddy.” The voice said.

“Any chance of helping me with a spot?” The deep voice asked

James turned his and slowed his pedalling and there, next to him was the big guy he’d spotted earlier. Closer up he was a magnificent specimen of manehood.

James wasn’t gay but given his industry he was open and could still appreciate a male form. This guy was hotness personified.

“Can I get a spot?” said the guy in a slow measured tone that seemed to be coming from somewhere deep below the ground. It was that type of voice that when heard managed to get most gay guys and straight woment right in the private parts. You know what I mean ?

James stopped pedalling and took the guy in with his eyes.

“Yeah, sure thing.” He said.

The big guy slapped him on the shoulder and James swore it went all the way through him the the floor.

“Thanks buddy, the name’s Mack.” Said the behemoth.

“Well Mack.” Said James dismounting from the cycle.

“It’s good to meet you. “ He said extended his hand to shake,

The big guy stood there a moment and looked at James’ hand as if confused and unsure what to do with it. Then it was as if he was receiving instructions from someone else he laughed.

“Aha aha aha!” It was loud and forceful and lacking in any real intelligence. A true Jocks laugh.

James groaned inwardly but he’d already agreed so followed the big man to a weight bench lined with free weights.

“You can jump in too if you like.” Said Mack

“You’ve already done your warmups from what I could see.”

“Yeah, sure thing . “ said James.

What’re we doing?” he asked the big bodybuilder.

“Chest.” Said the huge man. Getting his barbell ready with a  warmup weight.

As he settled on the bench and set it flat he lay down and looked up at James.

“You okay with this weight to start?”

“Yup. It’s fine by me.” Said the lawyer. It was a warm-up so he wasn’t worried.

The big guy pounded and James pounded out the warmup sets. Slightly increasing the weight each time. James or Mack counting out the others reps and helping at the end as required. Which wasn’t often.

James was surprised how much he was enjoying this. He hadn’t worked out with anyone for a while expect with his pal Max…Max…He paused a moment.. Something started to niggle him.

“Hey Jimmy you in there?” He felt a light tap on his head as the big guy got up from his last set and pretended to knock on his skull.

James came back to himself.”Oh…hi..sorry was miles away.” He said. Where was he again? Oh yeah the gym.

“Aha aha aha.” That laugh again. James thought to himself. It was quite appealing rather than annoying. Quite sexy really. He sneaked a glance at the big guy as he turned to alter the weights again.

His back was massive. He wore an old school, faded gold, World gym top that had seen a lot of use and what seemed at first glance to be compression shorts. On closer inspection they turned out to be jersey shorts stretched so tight James could see the veins on the man’s thighs and his ass was spectacular.

“Good view from back there buddy? “ said Mack.

“Oh err..”James would normally be flustered and rather than deny he had just been scoping out the mans ass he said.

“Hell yeah.” He blushed and felt awkward in the same way a teenager on their first date feels at kissing time. What was wrong with him? He could feel the small voice in his head saying that this wasn’t him but he also wasn’t really listening.

“You’re up Jimmy A bit more weight this time.” Said the beast

James meant to tell the guy it was James and not Jimmy but didn’t want to spoil the moment by criticising the guy.

He lay on the bench. Mack moved close the head of the bench where James’ head was and lifted the barbell and lowered it to James’ waiting hands.

“Don’t forget to breathe Jimmy.” Said Mack smiling as he looked down and stepped closer to the bench and James head. James could just see the guys crotch at the top of his vision and his mouth went dry.”

“1-2-3..” counted the big man towering above him. James was enthralled by the play of his own muscles even as he watched the big guy stretch and lift above him. Time seemed to blur. James wasn’t sure whether it had been a minute or an eternity when the set had finished.

He felt dizzy for a moment and sat up slowly.

“Take it easy buddy.” Said the slow deep voice of his training partner.

“Here, take this. You gotta be thirsty.” Said Mack handing him a bottle of unopened water. James looked down to his and realised it was empty. When did he finish…?

His chest felt like it was on fire as did his shoulders and arms. He’d only been working chest with this guy hadn’t he ?

“Well we’re done for the day.” Said Mack.

“Huh…?” said Ji-j-James dully. He was stilled dazed from the workout obviously.

“We’ve only just started..” James said.

“Dude, we’ve been at it for nearly 3 hours. You said you weren’t into heavy weights as a swimmer or sumthin’ I knew you were a kidder.” Said the behemoth who was now pumped to the Max… Max…Macks.. MAX!

For a moment Jimmy looked at the big monster of a man in front of him and thought he knew him from somewhere else.

“Max?” He question dully as they walked to the changing room.

The big guy turned around and smiled at him. Big, toothy vacuous grin.

“I was.” Said Mack. The room was empty apart from the two of them. Mack was ripped and now pumped. He looked like a god stood there in the white light of the changing room.

“Until you sent me to meet Saul Bennett.” Said the big, muscular beast of a man.

He took off the vest. As he did so all the muscle in his arms and shoulders bunched and flexed and he struggled for a moment to take the shirt off over his huge wing like lats. He laughed at that. That laugh again.

For some reason the laugh made James/ Jimmy hard. He felt it in his groin the moment he heard that sound.

He could feel his cock begin to stiffen in his shorts…? He looked down and realised he was wearing different clothes from when he’d entered the gym. His gym shorts were now tight under armour compression shorts and his t-shirt had gone replaced by a cut off tank. He couldn’t make out the logo or words on the bright red cutoff for some reason. On his feet were a pair of Nike hi-tops. Bright red to match the shirt.

He didn’t notice this difference as he was to enthralled by the man in front of him who had just fished out the biggest cock Ja---Jimmy had ever seen.

As he knelt in front of the big man with his mouth salivating he noticed a mirror to the side that showed the both of them.

The big muscular man towering above him, Vast shoulder and lats, shoulders more like a range of mountains that held the must unfeasible set of arms Jimmy had ever seen. Massive ledgelike pecks and a thick waist with a slight roid belly look that supported all above. The legs, thigh and calves looked like they’d been hewn rather than grown. Topped off that all over the beautiful tanned body were veins that seemed to show every contour and contrast.

Then there was the cock. Mack’s cock was a beast to behold. Thick, almost two hander to hold, about 11 inches long. Mack had pulled back the foreskin and the thick, bloated, purple head of the monster was already leaking with precious juices.

Jimmy caught sight of himself. Kneeling there in front of his god, salivating. In his gym gear and wearing a red baseball cap backwards on his head. His blank blue eyes staring at the mirror. Drool starting to drip from the corner of his mouth.

His muscles were ridiculous. These were not the beautiful muscle of a cut body builder. Jimmy had the muscle of a laborious beast. He was more massive than the man above him. Crouched as he was he looked more Neanderthal than man. His dark eyes looked dim and his hair was shaggy where it peaked under the cap. His brow was thicker somehow and his eyebrow seemed to almost meet in the middle.

His neck was so thick that it and his monstrous traps almost seemed to devour his skull. They were so high at the back. His shoulders and arms were almost grotesque in their massiveness. Veins didn’t just cross his arms they ravaged them.

His chest was beyond human and dusted with dark hair.  They were almost pendulous in the way they hung there. The big brown nipples pointing to the ground because the pecks were so huge.

He couldn’t really see what his legs were like because he was kneeling but could feel the size and thickness of them. It was like they were made from steel.

He turned back to the man in front of him and had only one thought in his mind.

“JAMES!” said the voice.

“JAMES ARE YOU OKAY.” It said again.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE JAMES. WAKE UP!” it said again.

Jimmy no James looked up.

“Diane?” He said confused….

 

Part 4

 

James shook his head as his vison cleared.

“Phheww!” he sighed and shook his head again.

“Are you okay,” said Diane as she leaned over him, still sat in his desk chair. He was at the office. But he’d just been at the gym hadn’t he?

His thoughts were so muddled it was taking him a while just to get his mouth working again.”

“I’m fine Di.” He said. Reassuring her in a way that he himself didn’t feel.

The attractive brunette got a bottle of water from the fridge in the outer office and ran a cloth under the tap in the kitchenette.

“Here.” She said in a matronly fashion as she handed him the water and put the cool, damp cloth on his neck where it sat on his hot skin soothingly.

“I…I must’ve nodded off.” He said look up at her blearily. His head felt thick, muddy and unclear. He just couldn’t focus properly.

“Do you want me to call the doctor?” She asked worried about her friend and boss.

“No, no…I’ll be alright. I must be coming down with something.” He said. He did feel sore come to think of it. All over. It was a deep ache, almost gnawing ache. Like hunger but different, darker. He couldn’t think of the words to describe it.

“You sure?” she said. “I can cancel my plans and take you home, it’s no biggie. Or I can call your wife to come get you?”

“No, it’s fine Di. I’m fine. Feeling much better now.” He said and it was true. AS his senses returned to him he was feeling better, energised in fact. He stood up and removed the towel from his neck handing it back to her.

“Thanks.” He said as he started to gather his stuff and pack his bag. Again. Or at least that’s what it felt like, déjà vu.

“You go and get on with your weekend.” He said as he all but shooed the woman out of the door smiling at her.

“I’ll be fine.” He told her again.

“As long as you’re sure. “ She said. She stopped at the door and turned around and put a light hand on his cheek.

“You work too hard boss, please take it easy this weekend.” Then she was off out the door and shouted as she went down the corridor.

“Call me if you need anything.” And the she was gone.

James sat back in the chair heavily for a moment. He could still remember the gym. He could remember everything that happened in vivid detail. He remember Mack and his beautiful face and godlike body looming over him.

He could remember how his gym gear pressed up against the thick, thight muscle of his hard steellike body. Veins running over the muscle just under the skin. Thick, rope like and full of pulsing life.

Just like Mack’s cock. Oh god the cock. James leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. His breathing started to catch as he remembered the beast between Mack’s legs. Thick and shining. Two hands to hold and dripping with pre-cum. The smell was beyond anything. It was like smelling joy to him. James wanted to run his tongue up and down the monster, he had to. He had to find Mack again.

He opened his eyes and realised he was still in the office and he’d just closed his eyes for a second. That was enough for him to re-live that memory and then ejaculate. He’d cum in his trouser. Like a teenager,he thought, now horrified. What the hell was wrong with him ? He’d just had a fantasy about one of his work collegues. No, wait Mack wasn’t a colleguege. Max was. Where was Max ?

God he was so confused.

He needed to go home and rest. He gathered his gear together, realising his gym bag was still there. He grabbed his laptop and stuffed it on top of the used and sweaty top and shorts. He hadn’t actually been to the gym. Had he?

Not trusting himself to drive he went down the stairs after closing the office and hailed a cab. He got in and gave the driver his address and heard a beep from his Wife. Apparently her sister had gone into labour early so she was heading off to the airport so she could be with her family and support her sister. He called her and wish her luck and told her to send his love to his sister in law. He also told he was feeling under the weather so it was just as well that she went as he would be no fun. She gave him her love and told him where he could get some good chicken soup near their home. He smiled and told her he loved her.He put the phone back in his pocket and lay back on the seat of the cab. He closed his eyes for a second just to still his senses. In his mind’s eye all he could see were the massive tree trunk legs of Mack and that monster cock with it’s pendulous balls.

“Hey Buddy!” said the driver’s voice.

“Whha..” said James opening his eyes and looked around realising he was home.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He apologised as he got out of the cab, he still felt sore and disorientated as he gave the driver the fare telling him to keep the change.

He wasn’t sure but he thought he heard the guy say “dumbass” as the cab pulled away at speed.

He walked up to the house. There was a light burning in the front room and he heard music playing. His wife had probably left them on so he didn’t feel so lonely coming home to an empty house. They did things like that. He smiled at the kind thought. He opened the door and dumped his bag on the floor just by the coat rack.

There was a light classical music playing and room was lit by warm, mellow lights from the various lamps around it.

The person standing in the room wasn’t his wife. It was Saul Bennett. He was holding a glass half full of what appeared to be James’ own 25 year scotch.

As he walked into the room Bennett raised the glass in a salute and took a sip.

“What the hell?” Said James.

“Not bad.” Said Bennett savouring the flavour of the alcohol and totally ignoring James indignation.

“What are you doing in my house Bennett.” Shouted James.

“Get out now before I call the police.” He said angrily.

“Now, now James. Don’t lose your pretty head.” Said the monster with a smile.

“I just wanted to take a few moments of your time to have a little chat, then I’ll be gone.”

James crossed his arms and walked over to the bottle of his whisky and poured himself a good measure. He took a swig.

“Then, talk.” He said glaring at the man who had invaded his home.

Bennett took another swig of his drink and smiled in much the same way as a crocodile would smile at a fox who’d just ask for a lift across the swamp on it’s back.

“Okay then.Talk.” He demanded turning to keep the stare of this man with a confidence he really didn’t feel.

“Okay, then.” Said Bennett.

“We have a problem.” He said. That smile again.

“You are looking into things that really don’t concern you and I’d like you to stop.” Said the businessman.

“If you do then I will pay you a fee, call it compensation for having to quit Manny’s case.” Offered Bennett.

“No deal.” Said James immediately.

“Don’t be so hasty James.” Said Bennett sipping his drink again.

“There will be a price to pay if you chose not to take this offer.” He said looking over at the lawyer with something akin to pity.

James next instinct was to curl his hands into fist with the intention of punching the sanctimonious pricks teeth down his throat. Fisted clenched at his sides in anger he took two steps forward towards the asshole.

“STOP!” The words rang out, not just in his ears but inside his head. It was like a chorus of voices said it at once to him and he could only obey. There was no question of any other type of behaviour.

So, he stood there. In silence while this man / monster just looked at him, looked at him as if weighing up what to do with a naughty puppy who has mess the kitchen up while his master’s been at work.

“One word James, that’s all that was needed there.” Said Bennett. “That’s just pre-conditioning. You’re in a highly suggestible state right now.”

“You have been for some time.” He said. Pretty much since before lunch time when you ask Diane for a bottle of water.

James’ eyes widened as he thought back. Then’ he looked to the whisky bottle in alarm.

“Yes, that too.” Bennett confirmed.

“I have a certain flair with the dramatic don’t you think?” he asked his audience of one.

“I’ve actually had my eyes on you for a while.” He sneered at James

“You’ve been of little hindrance until recently, until Manny. “He said.

“I really don’t like people snooping into my affairs. There tends to be consequences for that.”

“Oh, you may speak, don’t strain a blood vessel.” Bennett gave his permission to James.

“You fucking freak, how are you doing this ?What have you done with my wife and Diane ?” he shouted.

“Do not, above all things, raise your voice to me James.” Said Bennett, dangerously quietly.

“I cannot abide rudeness”. He said.

“The ladies are fine and will remain that way. If you hear me out. I have some business to discuss with you first.”

“Talk, then.” Demanded James still trying to move.

“What did I say about rudeness Jim?” asked Bennett

“kneel!” demanded the dark, smooth velvet of Bennetts voice. James Obeyed. Without a fight. He had no choice. He had to. Worse, he wanted to. It was a primordial urge, one that he could not even think of fighting.

He knelt in front of his captor, head bowed in supplication almost.

“What do you want from me?” He said, so quietly it was just a whisper.

“That’s easy Jim, Jimmy even.” Said the face that loomed above him.

“I want you.” Bennett confirmed what James / Jimmy already knew

“As I said we do have business to discuss.” Bennett pressed some button on his phone.

“Yes, you may come in now.” James heard the front door opening and senses a large presence behind him.

“I believe you’ve met Mack ?” said Saul Bennett.

The figure that came in the door and into the light of the living room was huge. It was Jimmy’s friend Max, although not the Max he remembered, apart from in his Laptop fantasy (That cock). This was Max 5.0 This was Mack the monster. Every bit as shredded and packed with muscle as he pictured him from his fevered dream back in the office.

“Max ?” he said, not quite believing what he was seeing.

The behemoth was dressed in gym gear. A raggedy Golds gym top in faded blue. Straps stretched so thin over the monstrous traps, shoulders and pecks that it just seemed unfeasible a person would be able to move if at all with all that bulk.  The pecks themselves were so large that the thick nipples pointed down to the floor because of the sheer mass of the slabs of beef they were attached too.

All of this bulk seemed to cinch itself inwards with the shape of the monstrous lats at the back and the ridiculous arms, that Jimmy was sure wouldn’t serve any practical purpose other than to lift weight. Biceps, thick hanging triceps and forearms that were from the fevered dreams of the most dedicated muscle fetishists. All of this growth and mass was on top of a pair of legs, that were themselves encased in white full leg compression leggings. The legs so powerful and filled with strength Jimmy could see the veins almost pulsing under the tight white fabric. The monsters’ huge feet encased in a pair of white Hi-top adidas trainers.

Right at Jimmy’s eye levels was a bulge that was doing very little to hide itself.

“Jimmy” said a voice that Jim heard as if it was drawn from the bottom of a well. Although he was sure he felt it start in his balls. It was that deep and that hot.

Jimmy looked up in to the face of the beast and it was Max, not the nice gentle man he had known for years. This was a creature of stone, hewn, rather than grown. His brow was markedly thicker. His beautiful blue eyes were still intense and held an almost blank animal cunning a lust even. The thick black hair on his head was tousled and rough and longer than he remembered.

Mack put a rough calloused hand on Jimmy’s shoulder briefly and he nearly shot his load where he knelt.

“What the fuck?” He breathed. Realising that it wasn’t a question it was more a statement of awe.

“Well” said the ringmaster, still holding the remains of his whisky glass.

“To business.” He sat on the arm of the chair and leaned forward to Jimmy in a friendly manner.

“You have a choice here Jimmy.” He offered.

“You can walk out of here now, tomorrow you will pack up your business and within a month you and your lovely wife will have a new set up in a part of the country you choose. You will forget about any of this and all will be well.”

Jimmy couldn’t keep his eyes off the man beast in front of him. He was that close he could feel the heat radiating from him.

“Or?” Jimmy asked weakly.

“Or….” Said Bennett drawing out the word.

“Or, you will end up working for me as part of my stable. A new and exciting partner for Mack here. Our latest attractions if you will while I’m waiting for another to arrive from another part of the country.”

“Fuck you.” Spat Jimmy (no James)  suddenly finding the strength from somewhere to resist the devil in a suit before him.

He tried to stand and almost did before a ton of stone seemed to crash onto his shoulders in the form of Mack’s monstrous hands.

James turned to Bennett and spat at him, caught him clean in the left eye.

The air seemed to crackle and turn heavy for a moment as if lightening was about to strike. Then it cleared as Saul Bennett started laughing as he grabbed a pocket square and wiped he face.  He shook his head as he looked down on his prey.

“Well, I must say I didn’t see that one coming. I certainly didn’t think you’d have had the strength to even turn your head.” He smiled and dropped the square on the coffee table.

“So you’ve made your choice then ? No Job? Can’t see us working well together ?” He taunted

“Oh well, I did try. I gave you a choice, an out if you will.” Said Bennett.

“Mack, he’s all yours.” Said Bennett as he got up and brushed himself down. He headed to the door.

“James it’s been interesting. Jimmy, I will be seeing you very soon.” Then he was gone.

 

James felt the strong hands of Mack again. His attention was again drawn to the huge bulge in front of him. Mack put his hands into the front of the leggings and brought out the monstrous cock that was oh so vivid in Jimmy’s mind (JAMES not Jimmy please…)

James could smell the odour of sweat and pheromones. Male sweat was emanation from the beast in Mack’s hands. He caught the smell of cock and he knew that he had started to drool.

He couldn’t help himself. He dove on the cock, now released from the hold that Bennett had placed on him. He was now entranced by another master. He gave himself to it completely, he couldn’t help it. He took the beast in his mouth as if born to it.

Mack put both his thick muscular hands on either side of Jimmy’s head (Definitely Jimmy now) and wouldn’t let him pull away. He could feel the thick piece of meat grow in his mouth but he didn’t care. He didn’t care if it choked him he felt he would die happy. Jimmy worked his mouth up and down the huge member, slathered it in his own spit and worked it with both of his hands.

Mack started to fuck his face, groaning slightly, in and out. In and out. Slowly at first. Jimmy was moaning in lust. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t get enough of it. In and out. In and out. The huge man started to build up speed and his breath started to come in more urgent, ragged breaths. For about 15 minutes they were like this. Jimmy working the monstrous tool while the big bodybuilder alternated between slow and deep and out and out face fucking. Deep throating almost every stroke. Jimmy took it all and loved it.

What Jimmy didn’t notice was that during this process he appeared to be wearing the gym gear that had been in his bag earlier. It still smelled of the gym. His body had started to slowly grow and change too. Mack reached behind himself as he was getting towards his final strokes and took a bright red snapback out of nowhere and placed if on Jimmy’s head.

Jimmy had started to wank his own splendid cock now, but was really still riveted on the one that was still invading his face. All thoughts of his wife, Diane, Max and even Saul Bennett were about to be washed away.

Mack drew himself up to his full height as he knew he was close. His think veined muscle seemed to jostle on his massive frame as he started to tremble.

He clenched all of his power into a huge pose. Most muscular for the gods and with a roar he shot his wad into the mouth of the waiting cock slut beneath him. It felt like hours as he continued to pump the man’s mouth until he’d been sucked dry by the dumbass jock on his knees in front of him.

Jimmy looked up at his lover with nothing less than vacuous wonder.

He drew his hand across his mouth and wiped away some of the drool. He felt clear if not empty headed. His own thoughts now were limited to the needs of the beast in front of him and his master Saul Bennett.

 

Part V

 

The lady sat under a large sun umbrella and sipped at a cup of tea that had been served in a delicate powder blue china cup and saucer. It had the delicate bergamot perfume of Earl Grey and was served, quite properly with a slice of lemon.

She was dressed in pale blue herself. Knitted pale blue suit and hat to match. She had a small set of pinz nez on a silver chain around her neck and would occasionally lift them to her eyes and gaze at the world or the people around her.

Not that she needed them when she looked at you it pretty much felt like she already knew everything about you and what you were going to say. Her amethyst eyes were laser-like in their luminosity.

She sat very properly, as ladies should, with her knees close together and her feet crossed at the ankles.

I asked her about the incident with James Fraser and Maxwell Calder.

She took a slow, delicate sip of her tea and looked into me for a moment. Then she dabbed her lips gently with her napkin and set it and her cup on the table beside her.

When she spoke it was the voice of everyone’s Grandma. Gentle, warm and easy. It had a southern drawl to it that said this lady was a Georgia woman somewhere down the line.

“Well, my dear you found me to talk to me about it. I wass wondering when we would get to it.” She said.

“How did you first get involved? I didn’t think this would be something you would have got involved in.” I asked.

“Okay, this was unusual.” She said. “ I have a lot of friends and contacts around the world. Especially in my field I am a very valued expert. I have a magic touch if you will.”

“Usually I rely on wish fulfilment or revenge events but every now and then someone will call me and ask for specific help. If it, or they are worthy I help. On this occasion they really needed my help. “

She took another sip of her tea.

“A week or so ago I had a call from a friend of mine called James, he works in L.A. (A cesspool of scum and iniquity but in the end money is money to some.) He had come across a situation that wasn’t really in his purview and asked for my help.

“We’d worked together previously, and I’d taught him the basics in how to recognise manipulation, alchemy and magic. “She said and look at me intensely.

“Anyway, the call went like this…  Oh and yes dear I did say magic…

“It does exist as you will find out if you bother to read all of the story rather than trying to skip through to the horny bits that you always do  (Yes dear. You. )” she seemed to say to no-one in particular.”

“I taped the call.” she said as she drew out a small recording device and placed it on the table.

She looked at it testily when it wouldn’t start and then just glared at it for a second. I swear I think the thing started out of embarrassment…

Anyway. The call went like this :

 

Ms D     “Hello James.”

James:  “Ms D.Good to speak to you.”

Ms D     “Why James it has been a while. It could be said that you have been remiss in your attentions.”

James   “Aww Ms D. You know you truly are the only woman for me.” Said James

Ms D     “What can this old southern gal do for a big city lawyer like yourself?”

James   “I think I have one of those problems that only you can deal with.”

Ms D     “Intriguing, it has been a while since we crossed paths and I know that I taught you well enough to recognise meddling when it’s around.”

 

James   “That’s why I called. I think there’s someone who is definitely at it here in L.A.”

He pauses for a moment on the phone.

James   “It’s a bit out of my league and to be honest I’m a little worried about it. It might be good to have a little back-up.”

Ms D     “I sense that there’s something more about this one James. What’s the issue my dear?”

James   “This guy changes people. Actually transforms them. I know it’s possible to hypnotise and entrance people but this ? It’s high level and way out of my experience. I’m worried. Max Calder is going in tomorrow and I want to make sure he’s protected. Look I know you’re busy but if you can help in any way…”

Ms D     “I’ll help dear boy, of course I will. What’s the name of the reprobate we’re dealing with so I can have a little look see?”

James   “His name is Saul Bennett.”

Ms D     “Saul B.E.N.N.E.T.T ?”

James   “Yup that’s him. He’s a big time porn producer with a rep for really owning his guys and girls if you know what I mean?”

Ms D     “I do indded, go on.”

James   “Well I have heard stories over the last 6 months or so about guys either disappearing or changing enough that their own families and friends hardly recognise them. It’s scary. I’ve met one of the guys whose partner has changed. It’s scary.”

Ms D Pauses a moment

Ms D     “I can only imagine what the poor souls are going through. James, does this man have two different coloured eyes ?”

James   “Why yes, he does. How’d you know?”

Ms D     “Years of experience and a quick search of my database while we were chatting. I may be an old maid dear but I’m far from decrepit yet.”

James   (Laughing) “No-one who’s ever met you would call you that dear, lady.”

Ms D     “I’ve got a couple of good likenesses here now, give me a few hours and then call me back. Also contact Max and tell him to call me before he goes in to. Tell him not to make any contact there unless he’s spoken to me first.”

James   “I will, thanks for this. I really do appreciate it. I’ll have to pay you back one day.”

Ms D     (Gentle laughter) “You can do so by visiting a little more than you have and maybe taking an old lady out to dinner.”

James   “You’ll outlive me I’m certain of that. Dinner’s a date. Speak to you soon.”

Ms D     “You shall indeed. Be safe James. This person is dangerous I can sense it. This isn’t a stage magician you’re dealing with. Bye for now.”

The Line goes dead

The Lady picks up her device and pops it back into her bag and closes it with a snap. She takes a final sip of her tea and looks at me over the rim of the cup. She finishes it and pops it back on it’s saucer and on the table.

“Well?” she asks

“Did that answer all of your questions?”

I pause for a minute to gather my thoughts and then soldier on under this woman’s intense stare.

“To be honest for each one it answer I think I have about 20 more.” I admit honestly.

I cannot be anything but honest in this lady’s presence. It would feel wrong. I look at her as she sits primly and properly in her wicker chair and cannot understand for the life of me where she seems to get this aura of calm, authority from. It’s as if someone took every grandmotherly emotion and condensed it into some sort of protective cloak about her.

I know that I would do anything for her. It’s that sort of feeling.

“Why, what a lovely compliment young man.” She says brightly and fans herself with her hand.

“I find myself quite, quite flattered.” She smiles.

“I-I, err.. “ I stammer slightly.

“How did I know? “ she asked smiling still.

“Come on dear boy.” She chided gently

“You heard the recording and you’ve seen the two boys.”  She said.

“It’s true?” I asked already knowing the answer I had already, in truth known all along.

“All of it, every word.” She affirmed.

“Wow.” I said.

“The big question here Michael my dear.” She said pausing and leaning forward out of her chair and lightly gripping my chin so she raises my eyes to her blue lasers.

“Is what are we going to do about Saul Bennett?”

 

 

[Absman420]

How I'm loving the development of this story, a wonderful new vein from my "WHY YOU SHOULDN'T TRUST SAUL BENNETT".  I want to thank you for being so respectful of my work in your approach to this piece. I'm anxious to see where it goes!

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[sanji7]

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