Welcome to the latest instalment.
Please start reading this series from the first chapter.
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John Smith had an injection of contaminated testosterone, causing his cock and balls to permanently enlarge and over produce. He now needs frequent sex to survive receiving the help of long term and new friends. A stranger arrived to talk with John, but his security precautions have John wary.
All sex participants are 18 years or older.
All people, activities and anything resembling facts are a figment of my imagination, and may not match anything in real life.
I read a lot and it is hard to know if I have any originality at all, or if am I just regurgitating stuff. I like to think I have my own twist which stops me feeling guilty. My apologies if I have used something, it was not intended.
Yes, if this does look like a harem story, because it is one. If this genre does not interest you then read no further.
-GfG
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Tuesday 31 Oct '15
The visitor said in a jovial voice, "It is so good to finally meet you Mr Smith. My apologies for the actions of my men, but they take their jobs very seriously. May I call you John, I am Julian."
John was wary with what was happening around him, mostly his concern was for Linda and Maria inside the house. He was madly thinking to himself, working out what he could do and if he was in any danger. If he was in danger, what then of Linda and Maria. Could he do anything to prevent any harm to them. He was also trying to decide what sort of man required so many bodyguards, at least six that he could see. What sort of danger could happen in a sleepy middle class neighbourhood that could be a threat to anyone. Any answers that popped into his head did not reassure him. So he answered the man, hoping an explanation would be forthcoming sooner rather than later.
"Hello Julian. Your display of manpower is impressive. Am I some sort of threat to you? You must have me confused with someone else," as John's mind was spinning cursing himself for sounding too much like a James Bombed character. His nerves were definitely shaken, not stirred.
"Please John, ignore my friends who just want to look after me. I have followed your life for a long time. We had actually met when you were just a little kid, although I suppose you were too young to remember."
This news rocked John to the core as he tried to recall anyone from his youth like this man, but to no avail.
Julian noticed John's concentrated frown and continued talking, "I knew your father. In fact he worked for me, or at least was in the same company as I am. I had visited your house a couple of times, your mother was very beautiful. Your father was one of those upright blokes who was as honest as the day is long. Probably too honest for that matter. I seemed to have lost contact with them suddenly."
John was really confused, his brain spinning in circles as he tried to come to grips with the conversation. Here was a man who actually knew his parents, although his last comment was weird.
"You do realise my parents died in a car crash many years ago?"
Julian looked at John for a minute before responding, "Ah, I suppose that is what they told you. I am sorry for your loss then. They were good people, and you seem to have taken after them."
John thought this conversation was getting weirder by the minute. He had a funny way of saying things.
"As I said your father was a very honest and upright man. Almost too much you could say. It seems the real loser of this was yourself, having to live without your parents from a very young age. Lucky for you that you are a strong person and risen above the system that reared you."
John cut in at this point, "What exactly do you mean. Your statements are confusing to say the least. It is like you know something and do not want to actually tell me, or maybe you are having some fun by making teasing comments that could mean anything, or nothing."
At that moment there was noise from down the street as another vehicle had come up the road. The men in the closer SUV had gotten onto the roadway and stopped this vehicle. John could see it was a van and one of the men was talking to the driver and the other was standing back a short distance watching. The big man nearest Julian put a hand to his ear then turned to his boss.
"Mr Spartacus, the driver of the van is Mr Strongun and he states he was coming to this address."
Julian nodded back and again spoke to John, "It seems your friend has arrived. Perhaps your good wife summoned him as would be expected. Must be difficult for her, especially when you cannot be certain what police can be trusted. nasty business that with all the corruption going around. This is good. What I wanted to say to you John involves the both of you. Yes, this is good, and will save me having to chase him down to have the same discussion again. We will await your good friend to join us, if that is alright with you John?"