Real Love Ch 06

Writer's Notes:

'Real Love' is my personal tribute to JammyJimmy's (JJ) story, 'Threads: The Island'. I give JJ credit, because credit is due, for this story and for my own inspiration and entrance into writing. 'Real Love' is actually the first story I wrote, even before 'Tale of Two Teens', my first published story.

As I was writing this story way back when, I was hoping JJ would be the editor. Having been unable to make contact with him, I have been reluctant to release it. Some say JJ has passed away, but I don't know. JJ, if you read this and want this story removed, please contact me. Several readers have relayed to me, both publically and privately, that they would like it released.

Therefore, 'Real Love' is an unauthorized, reimagined rewrite and sequel to JJ's story, 'Threads: The Island'. The general storyline in JJ's story is embedded in this story. Several of the character names have been changed because this is my story. Anyone who has read JJ's story will identify the characters quickly, starting with my main character, Bradley Weber, formerly known as Kyle Watson in JJ's story.

This story is long, but tolerant and filled with several emotions. If you stick with it, you will experience euphoria, happiness, sadness, sorrow and it will make you horny. You'll be disgusted, pissed off, scared and you'll grieve, cry, frown, smile and sometimes, you'll laugh, I hope.

'Real Love' starts off slow, but gains speed with age. Feel free to leave comments about what you like and what you dislike about the story. Feedback is a good thing for those writers who want to know what reader's like and dislike about their stories.

Please don't be mean in the comments because those that put in many hours over a period of several months, and thought into designing and writing these stories don't appreciate it, nor do they deserve it.

I do hope you enjoy the 'Real Love' series. Just don't forget one important detail -- it's fiction. Please do give us 'not so professional' writers a little slack.

JJ, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, fair winds and following seas my friend.

Let the saga of Bradley Weber continue...

MDSW

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With his lower lips pushed out, any punch lines he could've said are forgotten by the arrival of Margaret, an overweight, older woman, with her face constantly glued in a pissed off expression with an attitude.

"You would be Bradley," she says, looking him up and down like a piece of meat that has gone moldy. "Hmmm."

"You must be Margaret?" he guesses.

"Who else would I be?" she asks, looking at him as if he's dumb.

"Stand up."

Brad looks at Kelly who has a slightly amused look on her face, obviously having dealt with Margaret before. He stands and moves away from the chair.

"Arms up. Feet apart."

Brad does as she orders.

"Hmmm. You need to get him in shape, Kelly," Margaret states, scowling.

"We're seeing Julian next," Kelly replies.

"Can't happen soon enough," she mutters.

Margaret produces a measuring tape from her pocket and begins to poke and prod at Brad, occasionally taking measurements and sighing in exasperation when he doesn't lift his arms or turn around quick enough.

"Make sure Julian recommends injections, Kelly."

"Injections?" Brad asks. "What do I need injections for?"

Margaret looks him straight in the eye.

"Because you're in a pitiful condition and my work will be impossible unless every possible step is taken. Just do as you're told."

"Excuse me! Have you looked in the mirror lately?" Brad says, kind of pissed off. "And I don't like your tone, Margaret."

"I imagine there's lots of things in life you don't like," the old woman replies, ignoring her own condition. "Now, can you stop talking so I can finish up and do my job?"

"Jesus fucking Christ," Brad mutters.

"Margaret," Kelly says, standing at her shoulder now. "I think you're done. Brad has another appointment now."

"Two more measurements," she replies, ignoring Kelly's order. "I'll tell you when I'm done."

At that she drops to her knees and Brad feels a hand at his groin, probing and searching for his genitals. He jumps back quickly.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Margaret looks up at him.

"Have you never been fitted for trousers before, young man? I need to know what side you dress to and how much room I need to allow. Now stand still."

Brad looks at Kelly, who's trying not to laugh.

"This isn't funny," he mutters as he stands there, trying not to think about the annoying woman cupping his balls.

"Hmmm. You dress to the right then?"

"Yeah," Brad grunts.

"You should have just said so," Margaret replies, sighing as she measures his inside leg.

"You didn't give me much of a chance."

"Whatever," Margaret says, getting to her feet. "I'm done. I'll be back tomorrow for a fitting. I'll need forty minutes."

"I'll let you know," Kelly replies. "Margaret, can you select an outfit for Brad to wear when he meets his sisters please."

The old woman sniffs, then casts her eyes up and down Brad again.

"Very well."

As soon as she left, Brad goes to the balcony and lights a cigarette.

"I see why her reputation precedes her."

Kelly chuckles.

"Wait until you see the suit she'll put together for you though."

Brad put on the mock sad face.

"Still, I feel violated."

"You'll get over it," Kelly says. "Come with me please. We need to go see Julian now."

Julian turns out to be much nicer than Margaret. Inanely cheerful and almost overdosing on enthusiasm, he bounces around, full of energy, and Brad finds it uplifting talking with him. He's been working on the Island for three years now, having had a chunk shot out his buttock during military service in Afghanistan. While the Army has patched him up, he was left with a decidedly odd-looking ass, so when he was raising money for surgery to fix it, he came to the attention of Danny Packard.

"Mr Packard paid for the surgery, then for my qualifications as a trainer, and then he hired me to work here with the staff. I've been here for nearly three years now. Man, it's an awesome place to be."

"It seems so," Brad agrees.

After Julian has a look at him, he pulls together a rapid tone-up plan that would require Brad to have three workouts per day, a special diet and he finally finds out about the injections.

The first is a booster to his metabolism, enabling a rapid burn-off of his body fat. The second is a little more unusual. One of the pharmaceutical research companies owned by Danny Packard has come up with a muscle-repair serum that enables torn or injured muscles to repair themselves at a rapidly accelerated rate. It was designed with injured troops in mind, allowing those with minor injuries to return to the front line much quicker and those with major injuries to repair and heal faster too.

Part of it's design also assists the extraction of protein from his diet, which helps to build more muscle. It's classified and not publicly available, being restricted to the military for the time being, but it has also being tested on a number of body builders and the results are phenomenal. Brad is concerned that it's some form of anabolic steroid, but he's assured by Julian that it's 'all cool'.

Then they're off to meet the Island's resident physician. The doctor is in her mid thirties, with short and tidy red hair, but her cheeks are flushed, as if she's having trouble with the heat.

Kelly introduces them.

"Mr Bradley Weber, Doctor Terry Kerr."

While she gives Brad a physical examination, he asks her about the injections that Julian has recommended. To his surprise she seems perfectly fine with it, as long as he agrees that they last no more than two weeks. She also informs him that he needs a tetanus booster and he should probably have a contraceptive injection.

"A what?" Brad asks.

"It's a hormonal contraceptive injection for men," she says and shrugs. "Short term, only lasts for a month or so and then things are back to normal a few weeks later, but it stops the production of sperm. Given the injections you're already getting, the enhanced endorphins from the exercise and a sudden boost in confidence that you're likely to receive, it's almost certain that your libido will sky-rocket."

"My libido?" Brad says. "Right now it's at absolute zero."

"Oh well. That'll change."

"You seem really sure of that, Doc," Brad points out.

"Mr Weber, I'm very good at my job. Everyone here on the Island is," she explains. "I'm recommending you have this injection because it's the smart thing to do and it certainly won't do any harm. Now, are you planning on making any babies in the next eight weeks?"

"What? No... And call me Brad please."

"Okay. Call me Terry," she replies. "Then what's the big deal? Take the injection."

She shrugs and disappears into a side room.

"Fucking hell," Brad mutters, realizing that no matter what has happened in the last thirty-six hours, things just keep getting crazier.

"Kelly!" he shouts.

The door opens. "Yeah?"

"The Doc's saying I should have a contraceptive injection."

"Go for it," Kelly says, shrugging as if it's a no-brainer. "What's the problem?"

"I'm..."

"Brad, women have been taking the pill for years. I recommend you get the injections, or these new implant things too. If you ask me, it's about time men take their turn."

At that she grins and closes the door.

Doctor Kerr re-appears, a small tray with four needles on it.

"Yes or no, Brad?"

He closes his eyes, sighs and reminds himself it's only temporary.

"Okay."

"Turn around and drop your shorts," the doctor tells him, taking a seat on a chair beside him.

With a slight flush, Brad does as requested and feels her rubbing at his buttock with an antiseptic wipe.

"You should feel a small prick," Doctor Kerr warns him. "Probably not something a lot of guys want to hear when it comes to something going in their ass, is it?"

Brad chuckles, then flinches as she chose that moment to stick the needle in him.

"Sneaky, Terry. And no I'm not a prick, yet."

"Funny, but only for the first one."

Brad feels the process repeat on his other buttock a moment later, although this time he felt heat in the muscle as the fluid enters his system.

"Right, turn around."

"With my shorts still down?" he wonders, feeling a little uncomfortable having his genitals right in her face.

"Sorry, but yes."

Brad takes a breath and turns around, carefully examining the wall on the other side of the room in detail. He feels her pinch the skin a couple of inches below his belly button.

"Try and stay still, Brad," she says as she slides the needle in.

Brad frowns, really feeling that one. It seems like it's in for ages and feels really uncomfortable. As soon as it's withdrawn, he tenses his stomach muscles up, tilting his pelvis to try and relieve the discomfort. As he looks down he sees Doctor Kerr chuckle.

"Trying to make the little man dance?" she asks, teasing him.

"I swear, you're the strangest doctor I've ever met," Brad replies, trying to make a joke, despite the discomfort and the awkwardness.

"I have my moments," she replies, lifting the last needle from the tray. "You know where this one goes, right?"

"No clue," Brad shrugs, then realizes what it must be. "Oh, Jesus."

"Just relax. Would you prefer to lie down?"

Brad just wants it over and done with.

"No, as long as I don't have to look."

"There's an eye chart on the wall behind me for that very purpose."

Brad looks at it, concentrating on reading the letters to himself. He tenses as the Terry touches his penis, gripping it between finger and thumb and he feels her pull it upwards.

"Try to push your testicles towards me, Brad," the Doctor orders, sounding all business.

He tilted his hips again, feeling utterly exposed, but reminding himself it must be nothing in comparison to getting a smear or giving birth.

"Man up, Brad," he mutters.

Then it's all he can do not to move at all as he feels the needle slide in just below the base of his penis.

It tingles like crazy as the injection goes in, like being tickled on the inside of your balls by feathers and he tries hard not to squirm. It's like instant relief when the needle comes out and he can move around and without conscious thought, he turns and scratches furiously at his genitals, trying to relieve the tingle.

"I swear, every guy does that the instant the injection is done," the doctor says, sounding like she's about to burst out laughing. "Now, you'll want to masturbate a couple of times in the next twelve hours to empty the good sperm out of your testicles and then that'll be you sorted."

"Thanks, I think."

"No problem," she shrugs. "You can get dressed now, Brad."

"Oh, shit. Yeah, of course."

He grabs his shorts and pulls them back up, sorting his top back into place.

"With that, are we done, Terry?"

"Yes. I want to see you again in a couple of days to check how the program is going. If you have any trouble sleeping or are feeling particularly stressed, come and see me anytime. I can give you medication to help, or just a confidential ear if that's all you need."

"Thanks Terry," Brad says, shaking her hand.

"How did it go?" Kelly asks as he walks out of the clinic.

"Um... interesting injection for the male contraceptive," Brad replies carefully. "It isn't what I expected. But then again, I didn't really know what to expect."

"Where about did it go in?"

"Under my err... dick," Brad says flatly. "Felt really fucking weird."

"Oh. Ouch."

Brad can see the sympathy on her face.

"Oh, and apparently I've to masturbate a couple of times in the next twelve hours to get rid of my good sperm."

Brad shakes his head at the insanity of the personal information he's telling Kelly, a relative stranger.

"I can't believe I just said that to you."

Kelly chuckles.

"On doctors orders too? They should give you a note for that."

Brad laughs.

"Or at least a special lubricant or something."

"You can always go back and ask for one," she suggests.

"And risk getting another needle stuck in my ass? No thanks, I'll pass on that one."

It only takes a few minutes to walk from the clinic to the salon, so Brad has a cigarette while they follow the path. It's the first time he's been to the east side of the Island and he loves the flowers and bushes between the palm trees, the mixture of fragrances and fresh air being so much better than the city he's used to. It's a bit relaxing for him, but soon it's back to reality.

As they walk, Kelly points out various paths leading to the helipad, the recording studios, guest and staff accommodation and the main security office.

The time passes quickly and all too soon, they're entering the salon.

There are three stylists who work in bright open space. The Senior Stylist is a short Japanese man with a bright purple mohawk. Both his arms are covered in tattoos, and Kelly introduces him as Shiro. Working with him is Betty, a short petite blonde who seems to have trouble meeting his gaze and Alex, a tall bald man with a razor-thin goatee.

The three of them set to work, with Shiro taking position behind Brad in the chair, doling out orders and cutting his hair with rapid movements. Brad thought it's like watching the team dealing with a trauma case on ER. Shiro keeps asking for things Brad has never heard of and everyone moves very quickly.

While the team gets on with his hair, Kelly moves into view.

"Want me to run through the schedule for the rest of the day, Brad?"

"Sure."

"After this, we go back to the suite, you get changed and we go to the dock to meet Stacy and Peggy. Mr Alden is with them."

Brad swallows nervously, feeling the nervousness rise in his stomach suddenly.

Kelly leans forward and looks him in the eye.

"You'll be fine. Then, immediately after they get off the boat, the three of you are meeting with Mr Alden to have the will explained to you. That's probably going to take a while by the time he runs through it all with you."

"Okay. Not looking forward to that, but ok."

"After that, it's dinner, a few drinks, time for you guys to chat and get to know each other. I'll be around too if you have any questions, or if you just need to talk."

"Thanks," Brad replies.

He would have nodded, but Shiro is doing something around his ear with a very sharp pair of scissors.

"That's it for the night?"

"Yeah, but you should remember you have an early start tomorrow with Julian," Kelly says and grins at him as his face falls.

"Six o'clock sharp."

"Oh, balls," Brad says rolling his eyes. "Well, I'll give it a go, see how I get on, but if that guy is a sadist, I'm out of there."

"Don't worry, Julian's cool."

Kelly flips open her phone, tapping away at it to get whatever information she's for.

"Let's see. After that you've got breakfast with your sisters, then a business briefing for two hours, then a meeting with a Security Consultant."

"Ah, crazy Mr Connor?" Shiro says suddenly, breaking into a broad grin.

"Yeah," Kelly nods, then looks back at Brad. "Connor Grant is a Close Protection specialist. He runs his own bodyguard team and he's a guest on the island just now while he recovers from injuries."

"What kind of injuries?"

"Gunshot wound to the right leg. Did you hear about Sir Richard Branson's Island? Had a big fire on it a while back?"

Brad frowns, remembering seeing headlines about it on the net.

"Something about Kate Winslet rescuing his mom?"

"That's it," Kelly nods. "Well, Connor is a friend of Kate's. He's done some work for her in the past and is tight with her family, so he was out there on vacation with them, as guests of Richard Branson."

"And there was a fire?"

"There was an attempted kidnaping."

"Holy shit," Brad mutters. "So the fire was just a story then?"

Kelly rolls her eyes.

"Stop jumping ahead of the story, Brad. This team of criminals got on the island in the middle of the night, set off some alarms and Richard Branson escaped on this mini-scuba submarine thing he's got."

"That's good."

"Well, not really," Kelly frowns. "He left everyone else to the criminals, including his mother, Kate Winslet, her kids and twenty three other people. Including Connor Grant."

"So he took them out?"

She nods.

"Not without cost though. He had to set fire to the main building as a diversion, and when he was taking the kidnappers out, he got badly beaten and took a bullet to the leg in the process, but he did it."

"Wow. Sounds like Rambo or something."

"I know. So Branson comes back at lunchtime the next day from where he's been hiding in a cave, and by that time there's Police and extra Security all over the place. His media people have already put the story out about a lightning strike causing a fire, and this whole thing about Kate Winslet rescuing Branson's mother."

"So why is Connor Grant recovering here instead of Branson's Island?" Brad asks. "Did they fall out?"

"Yeah, big time. Branson made this big song and dance in front of all his staff about how Connor was a hero and he would be getting all his medical bills picked up, as well as a large bonus for protecting his family. Connor called him a cowardly bitch in front of everyone and told him he'd rather shove wasps up his own ass than accept a penny from a piece of shit like him."

"He really said that?"

"Yeah. That's from three different people who were there," Kelly says firmly. "Of course, as soon as Mr Packard heard about it, he had Connor whisked off to the best medical staff, then brought him here to recover. Mr Packard even flew in Connor's mother and nephew for a couple of weeks too."

"Can I ask," Brad says, hesitating for a minute. "Surely Richard Branson escaping was a good thing, right? I mean, if he wasn't there, then the kidnappers wouldn't have their target. Isn't that what he was supposed to do?"