1. The judge's dilemma

~VINCENT~

“Maybe I'm the problem…”

Vincent muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on his cock which continued to sleep limply between his legs. He sighed and shifted his gaze upward to the sight before him.

Under the dim light of the VIP lounge, he continued to watch as the stripper he'd specially hired slid her slender hands down the pole in the center of the room, her long hair whipping around her face.

He watched as her hips swayed. Her legs extended as she performed a slow sensual dance while her eyes were locked on his. But that's it, his body didn't react to the supposed delicious sight before him and his cock continued to sleep limply. Vincent is frustrated and even under the dim light, he could see the doubt etched on the stripper's face who he'd insisted on not wearing a mask. He gave her a reassuring nod and the lady went back to her dance but now, with more vigor.

Vincent leaned back on the chair and shut his eyes. Today is not only about trying to get himself aroused while watching a naked supposedly hot lady, it's about everything being at stake. His childhood friend turned girlfriend had told him that she would break up with him if she continued not to feel his erection while kissing. She'd labeled him as incompetent because she knew the effect she has on men — at least not Vincent.

The case he'd adjourned the previous morning had also taken a toll on him and to be honest, this short moment of respite could be everything he needed even if it ends up not working.

He sighed and motioned to the lady to come closer. The lady yielding to the call slowly walked to Vincent in a sensual manner. Right at that moment, the door to the VIP lounge they were in slowly creaked open and a clap echoed in the room.

“Wow.” Clap. “wow.” Clap. “My lord, what do we have here?” A deep and alluring voice asked mockingly.

The stripper scrammed to a corner in a hurry, leaving Vincent alone to face the intruder.

The intruder slowly steps out of the darkness near the door and Vincent as the judge who's trying to be just is already shivering. He knew that his profession made him exposed to danger and he'd always tried his best to be safe but right now, he couldn't help but think that Karma had finally caught up to him for whoever judged shall be judged.

He couldn't even see the figure clearly, but he can make out the outline of the owner of the deep voice.

“What do you want? Name your price.” He said, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

“Price?” The voice asked and walked towards the stage where the stripper had been. The light on the strange illuminated his features perfectly and Vincent couldn't keep his eyes from widening.

He recognised that man from anywhere — the prime suspect for a murder case, the case which he'd adjourned after telling them to gather more evidence, a well-known billionaire whose face had appeared on the dark web countless time for being the current leader of the underworld in the U.S. Black tousled hair, black eyes that look like an endless abyss, that tattooed chest that gives off a bad ominous vibe — Dimitri Santini, the prime suspect of Ava's death.

“I'm sure you can remember me now.” Dimitri said, a sinful smile playing on his lips.

“W–what do you want?”

Vincent watched as Dimitri slowly stalked to his position until he's towering above his sitting figure. To be honest, he was surprised. A suspect is supposed to be locked till the end of the case so what the hell is the prime suspect of a murder doing in a high-end club. Hell, he tried to stop himself from shivering as he raised his head, showing him his defiance and trying to show him that he's not scared all the while forgetting his main purpose of being in the club.

“W–what do you want?” He asked again. With the number of times he'd asked the question, he would have believed it's a mantra if not for the fear coursing through his veins. “I– I will give you a–anything you want. J–just leave me be.” He hurriedly added.

Dimitri's dark orbs glinted like onyx in the dim light as he took in Vincent's figure. He licked his lips. “Anything?”

Vincent hurriedly nodded. He knew he studied law and not criminology. Now, he regretted not learning how to box in university or high school but even with that, he knew Dimitri's physique could squash him.

“Anything?” Dimitri asked again. Vincent nodded.

“What about…” Dimitri's hand slowly moved to the limp cock resting between his legs. “...this?” He placed his large rough palm on Vincent's cock and slowly rubbed it.

Vincent's eyes widened as he tried to push Dimitri's hand away but even he couldn't deny the pleasure that whacked through his body as he felt a shiver run down his back.

“W—what are you doing?” He asked, his voice begging, his eyes started to widen and his throat started to constrict as Dimitri continued his administration.

Dimitri smirked. “Taking one of the ‘anything I want’.

“P–please…” Vincent begged. He's feeling strange, he didn't want to feel it but he couldn't help himself. After that incident over a decade ago, he'd found out that females don't rouse him but males do. He'd felt ashamed and had tried to fight the urge for a long time, all the while turning blind eyes to the signs. But now, he felt his member who had been in a slumber for so long stir, the shame washed over him like a tidal wave but the pleasure also fell on him like rain until he turned into a moaning mess.

“P—please…” He begged again.

“Please what?” Dimitri asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

He watched and leaned back to unbuckle his belt, letting his trousers fall to his knee. And right under the dim light, Vincent watched as he brought out his manhood. His eyes widened in fear and surprise. This is the first time he would ever see one and it's even bigger than his. It stood long, and erect. The surface is adorned with angry veins.

Vincent let out a jerk of surprise as Dimitri grabbed his head and used the tip of his cock to pry his lips. He tried to resist but when he felt Dimitri tugging his hair, he yelped in pain and Dimitri used that chance to slip himself into his warm mouth.

A loud animalistic groan tore through the darkness and Dimitri started moving his hips. All the while, Vincent tried to push him away.

He used his other hand to knock his head. “Hollow your mouth and don't use your teeth.”

Vincent whimpered.

“Good boy.” He praised and continued to move.

“Anything.” Thrust. “This is one of the things I want.” Thrust.

Soon enough, Dimitri's climax tore through his being as he pushed himself deeply into Vincent's mouth even though Vincent's lips barely covered half of his cock. He let out his semen deep into his throat and as he slipped out, Vincent spit everything out. Well, a hot slap landed on his cheeks in return.

After his climax, Dimitri leaned closer to Vincent’s ear while rubbing his cock. “You've been a good boy.” He started. “Now, you will let that case be in my favor, okay?” He threatened.

Vincent gritted his teeth but nodded anyway, afraid that the pleasure he's getting will stop.

“We have a deal?”

“Y—yes.” He managed to force out amidst waves of pleasure.

Suddenly, Dimitri stood up and drew his trousers up while Vincent continued to look at him longingly, waiting for him to continue his administration.

“Well, since we have a deal, I will go back to my cell now. I will make you come down from that height after you've performed your end of the deal.” He said and started moving back to the door.

“Wait!” Vincent called in desperation.

“No baby. Now, be a good boy, and wait.”

And, just like he'd come, he was gone.