0 comments/ 12031 views/ 4 favorites The Physical Therapist Ch. 02 By: rogermeyers This is the sequel to the Physical Therapist I (please read it if you haven't done so). Enjoy. ***** Two weeks later. Bill couldn't stop thinking about Jake. It was his first sexual experience with a man. And he wanted more. But, he was well aware that maintaining any sexual relationship with a patient could only spell trouble. He needed to clear his mind, so he met up with his best friend Walter. Walter was a middle aged African American man with long dreadlocks. He was clean shaved, but there were signs of stubble. His chiseled torso could be seen through the compression top he was wearing; however, his muscles were nowhere near as big as Bill's. After a long morning jog, Bill took a seat on the park bench besides his friend. Due to conflicts in both of their schedules, it has been months since the two buddies hung out, so Bill was happy to spend time with Walter. Desperately, he wanted talk to Walter about his encounter with Jake, but he didn't know how or if he should. "Is everything alright with you?" Walter asked, sensing that Bill was preoccupied. "Yeah, everything is good with me." Bill replied, trying to brush his friend off. "Why don't I believe you?" Walter folded his arms. "You just seem a little off. While we were jogging you didn't say a word." "Seriously, I'm good." Bill responded. He didn't like the idea of lying to Walter, but he believed the situation too complicated to talk about. "I think I've been too busy at work." "I keep telling you that you're wasting your time at that practice." "I like my job." "With your credentials, you can work anywhere. If you just let me help you, I can get you a job where you make three times what you're making now with less hours." "Not interested." "Alright." Walter said, lifting his hands up. "You know what I think you need?" "What is that?" Bill asked, with suspicion in his voice. "When was the last time you had some pussy?" "I don't feel comfortable answering that." Bill snapped. He never liked discussing his sex life with anyone ¬not even Walter. He lived by the mantra, "whatever goes on in your bed is your business." "Really? Am I a stranger?" Walter was offended by his friend's answer. "It's not like I'm going to judge you." "Listen, you know I don't like to discuss my sex life." "Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for asking." Bill stood up. "Things just been hectic for me. I'll call you tomorrow. Okay?" "That's fine. Just take it easy bro." "I will. I have to get to work anyway." The two friends bro hugged and went their separate ways. *** The workday was uneventful for Bill. Most of his patients were elderly women with arthritis. And he didn't have any new patients. Jake had a scheduled appointment that day, but he was a no show. Bill was somewhat relieved, yet he was a bit disappointed. Later that night, around 11 PM, he hit the gym in order to maintain his physique and get his mind off of work. While many people may dread exercise, Bill loved working out. The main reason Bill became a physical therapist, was to help people improve their overall health through physical movement. The long jog with Walter earlier in the day, gave Bill plenty of cardio, so he headed for the weight room. The weight room was located in the basement of the gym. As Bill, climbed down the stairs he heard a man grunting. Being a bodybuilder for many years, he was used to hearing men grunt while lifting weights. But, he found it annoying when guys went overboard with the grunting. Once, he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw that the mystery man was actually his colleague Dr. Raj. Dr. Raj was the orthopedic surgeon at the practice. He joined the practice two years ago after completing his medical training in the United Kingdom. His name wasn't actually 'Dr. Raj,' but everyone at the practice found the guy's last name too long and hard to pronounce, so patients and staff called him 'Dr. Raj' for short. For a minute, Bill considered turning and walking away; after all, he went to the gym to escape from work. And he didn't plan on spending his night with Dr. Raj. Unlike the rest of the staff members at the practice, Bill didn't like Dr. Raj; he found the guy to be arrogant, condescending, and ultimately having poor bedside manners. However, he believed Dr. Raj was a skilled physician. Bill made the decision to just leave, but he was stopped by the sound of Dr. Raj's voice. "Hey, Bill," he called out in his deep British accent. "How are you doing man?" Shit he spotted me, Bill thought. He spun around to face his colleague "I am fine Dr. Raj." "Please call me Frank," returned Dr. Raj. He winked at Bill. "Of course, at work you call me Dr. Raj." What an asshole? Bill thought, Doesn't he know that I am a Doctor of Physical Therapy? I had to get my doctorate in order to get my license in the first place. "Sorry I keep forgetting, Dr. Ra...I mean Frank," he replied, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I'm going to get going now." As Bill proceeded back up the stairs, Frank caught up with Bill and rested his hand on Bill's shoulder. "Why don't we go out for drinks?" Frank insisted. "I am sorry, but I don't drink." "Why?" "I'm just not into alcohol." "Well, that sucks." "Dr. ...I mean Frank...I really have to get going." Before Frank could say another word, Bill dashed up the stairs. *** The next evening, Dr. Raj met with Dr. Thomas at the sports bar. Since, Frank joined the practice, he formed an almost instant bromance with Dr. Thomas. Hanging out at the bar and talking shit over beer and hot wings was a weekly ritual for them. Frank took a swig of beer and asked, "Who do you want to bang at the practice? Don't be shy." "Oh c'mon not that game again," replied Dr. Thomas. "Lieb, I see the way you look at Sheryl. I know you want to fuck her. You've been divorced for three years. It's time buddy." "You don't understand." Lieb said. "What's to understand? Your wife left you. You're single¬" "Let's change the subject" Lieb interrupted, seeming quite annoyed at this point. "I am sorry buddy." Frank said, then after a pause he continued. "Sooo...How is Jake doing? I know he had a hamstring pull during a wrestling match. He should be fine now, right? "My son is doing well. He actually had an appointment with Bill yesterday, but Jake skipped the session. He told me that he was feeling a lot better and didn't need to see Bill." "Hmmm...I'm shocked Bill gave Jake more sessions. Who knows...Maybe he was being extra careful 'cause Jake's your son and all." "Bill doesn't know Jake is my son," replied Lieb, "I always liked Bill. He's a hard worker and he goes above and beyond for his patients. That's why I had my son evaluated by him." "Yeah, Bill's a good guy." Frank said. He took another sip of beer, then ate a hot wing. "I ran into Bill at the gym last night." Frank continued, "If there's anyone at the practice I'd like to fuck¬ it's Bill. The guy is hot. And he's got an ass on him. I just want to spread those cheeks apart and¬" "I get it." Lieb interrupted. Many straight men don't like to hear about their gay friend's sex life, but Lieb didn't mind. To date, he probably heard thousands of stories of Frank's conquests. "I don't mean any harm, Frank. But, Bill is a co-worker. We may be friends and all, but I'm still the medical director. I can't have you talk about the other workers that way." "I'm sorry." Frank said. Lieb chuckled. "I'm just fucking around with." Lieb replied, "Anyway, I doubt Bill is gay." "I know a gay man when I see one. Trust me, Bill is gay." Lieb, rolled his eyes. "Even if Bill were gay...Why would he sleep with you? Bill is a professional. He wouldn't get involved with you. He does his job and goes home." "I bet you $3K, that I will fuck Bill." "Seriously, dude," returned Lieb. "We are not going to bet on this." "C'mon, what's the harm? You're wearing $3K on your wrist." Lieb shot Frank a look. "It's not about the money. Bill is a good guy. I don't want you to hurt him." "Woa," Frank responded, "It seems like you want Bill for yourself." "You know exactly what I mean. You do this all the time. You woo a guy. Fuck him. Then move on." "Sheesh you make me look like a sociopath. I'm only trying to have some fun. Bill is a big guy. He'll be fine." After some reflection, Lieb decided to accept the bet. He didn't have any faith, Frank would succeed. A lot of Frank's qualities¬ egotistical and arrogant¬ were quite similar to Lieb's ex wife. Don't get him wrong: Lieb liked being around Frank. However, he believed that Frank needed to learn a lesson. "Game on!" said Frank. For the rest of the evening, the two men got drunk, consumed a ridiculous amount of hot wings, and enjoyed each other's company. *** Bill didn't get much sleep. The thirty-four year old was never an insomniac, but he just didn't feel like sleeping. He stayed up all night cleaning his apartment and watching movies on Netflix. It was Monday again. The only reason Bill was spared the Monday blues, was that he had a boring weekend. On Sunday, he was supposed to meet up with Walter, but Walter had to cancel on short notice due to a business engagement. Bill wasn't an idiot; he knew Walter blew him off for pussy. However, he wasn't upset with Walter. In fact, he didn't care about seeing Walter at all. There was really only one person he wanted to see. There was a loud knock at the door. Who could possibly be at Bill's door at 3AM? "Who is it?" Bill asked. There was no reply. The person knocked the door even more. Knocking someone's door and not identifying yourself was Bill's biggest pet peeve. It was as if the individual expected the resident to know who he or she was. Three more times, Bill asked who was at the door, but the person continued knocking. Realizing that he was not going to get an answer, he looked through the key hole. It was Jake! Bill couldn't be any happier. But, his feelings of felicity converted into concern. How did Jake get Bill's address? Bill slowly opened his apartment door. "Hey. What's up?" said Jake. "What are you doing here?" requested Bill. "How did you get my address?" "I was waiting for you to contact me. I didn't hear a peep from you. So, I came here. Are you gonna let me in or give me the 3rd degree?" Without waiting for a response, Jake pushed past Bill and entered the apartment. "I didn't invite you in." said Bill. "Only a vampire needs to be invited." remarked Jake, as he removed his sweat shirt. "Let's cut the bull. You know why I'm here." Bill made no reply, because he was distracted by Jake's chiseled torso. The blood started to rush to Bill's cock. At that moment, he didn't care how Jake got his address. He just wanted to get busy. Jake removed his frat-boy khaki shorts and exposed his fully erect cock. Wasting no time, Bill quickly got undressed, removing his t-shirt and briefs. "You are so fucking hot," said Jake, marveling at Bill's large muscular body. He walked over to Bill and ran his hands over Bill's chest. "I just want to explore your body." For the next few minutes, Bill didn't speak; he just allowed the unrestrained Jake examine his body. Slowly, Jake's hands moved down to Bill's groin. "I like guys with thick bushy pubes." He spent the next few seconds, teasing Bill's pubes. Then he moved one hand to Bill's inner thigh and started to massage the area. His other hand moved to the tip of Bill's cock. Jake retracted Bill's foreskin and rubbed his thumb over Bill's glans. Bill moaned. "You like that, don't you?" muttered Jake. "Pleasing you isn't very hard." "You think I'm easy?" replied Bill, as he pulled Jake closer to him. "I think I need to show you what it really takes to please me." Bill grabbed Jake and kissed him passionately. And Jake kissed back, devouring Bill's mouth. Breaking the kiss, Jake said, "That's all I wanted from you...a little zeal." Next, Jake tackled Bill to the ground. He rested his body on top of Bill and pinned his partner's arms above his head. This was the position Jake wanted Bill in. Bill's legs were spread and Jake's cock hovered over Bill's hole. The physical therapist didn't mind being bottomed, but he wanted Jake to use a condom. Do I even have any condoms here? Bill thought. "For a little guy, you're pretty strong." said Bill with tone of nervousness in his voice. "I know." Jake said with a wide smile across his face. "Don't worry buddy, I'm not ready to fuck you yet." Bill breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it's like this guy can read my mind. "Besides," continued Jake. "I don't know if you're a top or a bottom." "I don't know what I am really." Bill said. "I guess I can be versatile." "I'm versatile too." Jake replied with a wide grin. He kissed a line from Bill's neck to Bill's right nipple. "I've been waiting 2 whole weeks for these sweet chocolate nipples." Jake remarked, latching on to his partner's nipple. His tongue swiveled around Bill's areola. Jake bit Bill's nipple. "What the hell?" Bill said. "Sorry I can't help it," returned Jake, then he chuckled, "c'mon you know you enjoyed that." "Maybe I did...But, I wouldn't tell you." "Whatever." Slowly, Jake kissed his way down to Bill's groin. And he grasped Bill's shaft. Jakes mouth was just inches away from Bill's base. "I want to try something different." said Bill. He yanked Jake up before Jake could even reply. Bill positioned Jake on his back and he lay on top of Jake. "This is different...sure I can make you think you're in control." Jake teased. The twenty-one year old really knew how to push Bill's buttons ¬literally! "You gonna make me think I'm in control?" said Bill. "you don't know me." "Help me to know you buddy. Fill my vanilla ass with your fat black cock." "I think I'll make you wait." "Why?" Bill made no reply. He just gazed into Jake's green eyes and held his partner snugly. "Are you just gonna look at me all morning?" asked Jake. "Maybe." said Bill. "Don't you want me to look at you?" "Of course," said Jake, as he caressed Bill's firm bubble butt. "We can't look at each other forever." The moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Who the hell is that?" demanded Jake. He immediately despised whoever was at that door. "I have no idea." Bill was also furious. Seriously, who else could be at my door so early in the morning? "WHO IS IT? DON'T YOU REALIZE IT'S THREE IN THE MORNING?" shouted Bill. "It's me, your friend Walter." he said with a tone of nervousness and shame in his voice. "I'm sorry for coming by at this time. Maybe I should come back later." "Shit!" Bill muttered as he rolled off of Jake. "Where are you going? He said he will come back...Besides, who is Walter?" "A friend...only a friend." "Are you sure about that?" "Jake we're not even in a relationship. I don't know what to call this." "Really?" "I'm not going to argue with you¬" "Bro...Are you still there? Should I come back?" Walter inquired. "Yeah, I'm here...be with you in a sec." called out Bill. "Okay." "Are you seriously going to talk to Walter now?" Jake said, with a look of bewilderment on his face. At that moment Jake felt snubbed by Bill. Bill slipped on his briefs and put his t-shirt back on. "Yes. Walter is my best friend. It might be important." He disappeared into his bedroom then emerged with grey sweatpants. He called out: "I will be with you in a minute buddy." Jake was still naked and he sat up on the floor; he shook his head and mumbled, "I can't believe this." "Please go in my bedroom and hide." Bill pleaded. The last thing Bill wanted his best friend to see was a naked guy in his living room! After all, he didn't come out to Walter yet. "I am begging you." Bill repeated. "There is a solution you know: Send that Walter guy away!" Jake stood up. "I'll do it. This shit better not happen again." "Thank you." With that, Jake gathered his khaki shorts and hoodie. He barricaded himself in Bill's bedroom. Bill regained his composure and opened the door. "Hey Walter! What's up?" Walter walked past Bill and entered the apartment. What the hell? Bill thought. "I haven't been a good friend to you." said, Walter pacing back and forth in Bill's living room. "I don't understand¬" "Please just let me finish. Last night, we were supposed to meet for dinner. I told you I had an emergency. You've known me long enough to know what that really means. I'm pushing 50 now. I'm too old for this shit. I've fucked so many women. What do I have to show for it? No wife. No kids. Sure, I got money, but I'm empty Bill. The only person who is consistently there for me is you. And I chose some bimbo¬" "Where is this coming from? You are a good friend to me¬" "No, I'm not. You keep making excuses for me." Walter trailed over to Bill. Their faces were inches apart. Bill got a little uneasy. Maybe Walter was drunk and having one of those mid-life crises. But, Bill didn't smell any traces of alcohol on his friend's breath. In fact, Walter looked rather sober. Too sober. Walter wrapped his arm around Bill's head and pulled him into a kiss. Bill struggled to break free. Eventually, he managed to free his face. Then he jerked his body away from his good friend who quickly changed that dynamic in an instant. "Woa." Bill said, obviously being confused at his best friend's actions. "What the hell are you doing?" "I want you in my life, Bill." he said, then he yanked down Bill's pants and pushed him against the nearest wall. "I know you're gay." At this point, Bill was naked from the waist down. He tried to evade Walter, but he was pinned against the wall. It amazed Bill how strong Walter. Walter was also a muscular man, but he wasn't as big as Bill. However, Walter played football for many years and he was also a wrestler. "I really don't want to do this." Bill protested, realizing that he couldn't swivel away from Walter. "I'm not going to hurt you." said Walter, as he gave soft kisses to Bill's shoulder. Once, Bill stopped struggling, Walter caressed Bill's left hip. "Relax," he said softly. He kneeled down between Bill's legs. With one hand, he grasped Bill's shaft. Then he peeled back Bill's foreskin with his mouth. Bill unsuccessfully tried to pry Walter's head off of his cock. Walter stroked Bill's shaft as he sucked on his friend's base. Bill groaned ¬not that he wanted too. After all, his supposed best friend was forcing himself on him. Yet, he couldn't deny that Walter was a pro at cock sucking. Did Walter do this before? Fluid built up in Bill's cock. He was about to explode in his friend's mouth! Walter was interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. He stood up and answered his phone. This was the perfect opportunity for Bill to pull up his pants and move to the other side of room. Walter spoke on the phone briefly then hung up and said to Bill, "I'm very sorry. I have to go. I'm sorry about all of this. Maybe we can meet for dinner?" Bill made no reply. "You know what? I'll call you." said, Walter, with a tone of embarrassment in his voice. After waiting a few more seconds for a reply from Bill, he opened the door and exited Bill's apartment. What just happened? Bill wondered, as he sat on the sofa and buried his head. He was so confused; the womanizing Walter he knew for the past decade just gave him a blow job a few minutes ago. Was Walter always gay? Did he lie about all the women he slept with? Can I possibly be with Walter? Will our friendship ever be the same? He only had an answer to one of the questions: Their friendship will never be the same again. Walter crossed that line. The Physical Therapist Ch. 02 Bill was startled by the sound of Jake's voice. He had forgotten that Jake was even there. He hoped that Jake didn't get to see what happened. However, that would have been unlikely because Bill's bedroom was down the hall. And it wasn't possible to see what was going on in the living room from the bedroom. "Hey. What was that all about?" inquired Jake, who emerged from Bill's room fully clothed. "What did he want?" Bill paused. He had to think up a lie. He couldn't just say, "My best friend just sucked my cock." Of course, it wasn't Bill's fault; Walter over-powered Bill. To Bill, it was best not to mention anything to Jake. "It was nothing." offered Bill, "He was just having woman troubles. Some chick dumped him again." "Straight men." Jake rolled his eyes, and then his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen. "I just got a text from my dad; he wants to meet for breakfast. I got to go. I hope to do this again soon." "Wait. How did you get my address by the way?" "Seriously?..Fine. My dad is Dr. Thomas, so I looked up your address on his computer." "WHAT? DR. THOMAS IS YOUR FATHER!" "You don't have to shout...yeah, he's my dad. Why are you surprised? Everyone at the practice knows." "I didn't know." "You know, now. Are you worried my dad is going to fire you or something? I'm not going to tell him anything. Honestly, he talks so well about. He probably would encourage me to date you." Bill just sat quietly. After some reflection he said, "I can't do this with you. Your father is my boss. I just can't. Please don't come back anymore." "I think you're being a bit dramatic." "GET OUT" Jake was frightened from Bill's deep and powerful voice. "Fine. I'll leave." He left Bill's apartment. Yelling at Jake wasn't something that Bill was proud of, but he needed to clear his mind. *** "Hey. Bill called in this morning. He said that he came down with something and he was going to be out of work for a week. You will have to reschedule all of your patients for physical therapy." Dr. Thomas sipped on a tall cup of coffee as he walked down the hall with Dr. Raj. "I have a patient who just got out of surgery. She needs PT asap." replied Dr. Raj. "Frank, just refer her to a physical therapist outside the practice for now. Bill will be back next week." said Dr. Thomas. "You know what this means, Lieb?" suggested Frank. "I have an extra week to work on that bet." "That's true." said Lieb. "This could be a sign from the universe that you'd lose anyway." "Shut up...Listen, I have to get ready to see my patients." "Alright buddy. I'm heading to the bathroom" Dr. Thomas disappeared into the men's bathroom. He walked up to the urinal and pulled out his long cock. For the past few years, he had problems urinating. He was instructed by his urologist to try to evacuate his bladder every two hours. Nothing was coming out. Carlos, entered the bathroom; he was the building security guard. He didn't work for the practice, but he worked for the security company that was contracted by the building management. "What's up, Lieb?" said he. Other than Dr, Raj, Carlos was the only one who was allowed to address Dr. Thomas by his first name. He worked security at the building for almost a year; during that time he formed a friendship with Lieb. "Nothing much, Carl." replied, Lieb, still standing at the stall struggling to urinate. Carlos unzipped his grey uniform dress pants and stood a few inches away from the urinal. Lieb was able to see Carlos' cock which appeared rather small. Lieb couldn't help but stare at Carlos' perfectly firm bubble butt. Although he wasn't gay, he found himself getting an erection looking at Carlos. He didn't understand what was going on and he was certainly embarrassed. It may have been a while since I had sex, but I'm straight, right?, he thought I'm so confused right now. Carlos was a large muscular Latino man with an olive tint to his skin. He stood at 6'2 and was 235 lbs of pure muscle, giving him a similar physique to that of Bill. The beefcake was a handsome man with gorgeous lips, chestnut brown eyes, and a thinly trimmed goatee. Once Carlos was finished, he zipped up his pants and washed his hands. "See you later" said he, on his way out the restroom. "Yeah...see you later." THE END ***** It's not quite the end guys. Bill has much to think about. First of all, he quickly falls for Jake, who is his first encounter with a man. But, that is intercepted by his best friend Walter. The womanizing Walter Bill knew for 10 years is actually gay and wants to be with him. Who will Bill choose? Dr. Raj wants to sleep with Bill. Is Bill even going to give him the time of day? Dr. Thomas is becoming attracted to Carlos. Will he act on his feelings? The answer to all of those questions will be answered in The Physical Therapist III. Carlos is an important character. He will get his own series in The Security Guard. Chapter 1 of the series will take place a year before Carlos started working security at the practice. Of course, it will be a prequel to the Physical Therapist I. The Physical Therapist Ch. 03 Everything seemed to be going well for Bill. He went on a much deserved vacation to the Bahamas. He received an award from the practice for his professionalism and excellent bedside manner. But, most importantly, he started going out more; he went out on a few dates with some guys. He hadn't heard from either Walter or Jake, much to his relief. The only reason Bill didn't continue to receive--what seemed like thousands of text messages from Walter apologizing—was that Bill changed his number. The majority of his dates were pleasant; he even connected with a few guys, but he didn't pursue any relationships. Some dates were dreadful. On one date, Bill went out with an older man –a 53 yr old bodybuilder who owned several fitness clubs. The guy was obnoxious throughout the date—constantly checking his phone, making snide comments, and talking with his mouth full. Gross! Bill was really disappointed when the guy refused to pay the bill at the restaurant, considering that the man earned more money than Bill. If that wasn't bad enough, when they left the restaurant, the man pulled Bill into a back area and he grabbed Bill's crotch. Then he tried to stick his tongue down Bill's throat. Luckily, Bill fought the guy off and managed to get away. Obviously, Bill didn't let that incident stop him from going out. On a hot Summer Friday night, Bill left the gym after completing an intense workout. His muscles were already sore. And he had parked his car in a garage three blocks away. He did not have the energy to make the walk, but he had no other choice than to push himself. As he approached his car, his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was Jarred, the guy who tried to stick his tongue down his throat. Jarred sent several text messages: "whats up?" "sorry about last week" "u wanna go out?" "i pay this time, ok" "Is this asshole serious" Bill sighed, as he turned his phone off and shoved it in his duffel bag. During the drive back home, Bill thought about the audacity of Jarred to contact him after what he did. He pulled over on the road and composed a sarcastic text to Jarred, "yeah, let's go out so u can stick your tongue down my throat again in a nasty alley." Bill hit the send button. Jarred instantly replied, "that was fun right :p" "Is he serious?" Bill thought, then after a little reflection he wrote back: "shouldn't you be in prison :p" "Point taken." Jarred texted back. "I am sorry, ok. C'mon let me make it up to you." At this point Bill did not want to engage the guy any further. Jarred was indeed a weirdo. Bill considered texting back, but he realized it was pointless. So he continued on his drive home. Later that night, when Bill finally got home, he stripped off all his clothes and stretched out on his bed. He didn't care that he was about to go to sleep naked (something he never done before); he was just too tired. As he closed his eyes, there was a knock at the door. "Who the hell could this be?" Bill grabbed a robe out of his closet and wrapped it around his body, then he dashed to the door. "Who is it?" "It's the police open up!" shouted an authoritative voice. Without looking through the keyhole, Bill quickly opened the door. Jarred pushed his way into Bill's apartment. "You should always look through the keyhole buddy." he chuckled. "H-How did you know where I live?" Bill demanded. "I want you out of my house!" "It's not that hard to get someone's address you know." replied Jarred. He untied Bill's robe strap, causing Bill's robe to open exposing Bill's long and thick cock. Jarred wrapped his arms around Bill's waist. "I think we have unfinished business." "Get off of me." Bill said, as he struggled to get away. "Now you really need to go." Jarred was a tall, large muscular Latino man in his early fifties. He had a similar physique to that of Bill, but he was slightly stronger. Jarred had a dark olive complexion with a thick goatee and salt and pepper hair. "Let's have a little fun" said Jarred as he kissed Bill's neck. Bill continued to try to evade Jarred, but his disadvantage was that he was quite fatigued, so he didn't have the strength to fight Jarred. During the scuffle, Bill's robe fell off and he was rendered completely nude. Jarred spotted Bill's bedroom and forced Bill into the room. He wrestled Bill on the bed. Jarred was still fully dressed and he had Bill flat on his back with his leg spread. "I don't want to do this." protested Bill. "I'm not into you." "Don't worry." snickered Jarred, as he continued to kiss Bill's neck. "I'll make you like me." Bill could feel Jarred's erect cock, through the fabric of Jarred's jeans. This made Bill nervous. "I won't fuck you unless you want me to." Jarred grinned, as he kissed a line from Bill's jaw down to Bill's right nipple. "That's a relief" "This doesn't feel quite right" said Jarred, as he raised himself off of Bill. He still kept Bill pinned at the waist. Jarred pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the ground. He was in excellent shape for a guy his age. He had a chiseled torso with six pack abs and the pecs of a god. Jarred then started to unbuckle his Jeans. Bill managed to wiggle free and he dashed off the bed. And he made a run for the bathroom, but before Bill could close the bathroom door, Jarred forced his way into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Jarred was nude at this point except his jeans were at his ankles; which confused Bill as to how Jarred was able to run to the bathroom without tripping. For a moment, Bill stared at Jarred's cock which looked rather small compared to Bill's dick. "I don't know how to make it any clearer, Jarred." said Bill. "I do not want you. You are a pig. I despise you." "That really hurts my feelings Bill." replied Jarred. "I think once you get to know me you'd like me." "Jarred you don't get it. You can't force yourself on someone and expect them to like you. It doesn't work that way." Bill clenched his fists. He was ready to fight. Fatigued or not. "You are right." said Jarred. Then he unlocked the bathroom door and walked out. Bill followed behind him. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. At the gym, guys throw themselves at me." said Jarred, as he rubbed his forehead. "I've done this to other guys and they seem to enjoy—" "I don't give a shit what you do to other guys." Bill interrupted, as he raised his voice and maintained his fighting stance. He knew he was too weak to fight Jarred, but he knew he best let Jarred believe otherwise. Bill continued: "What you were about to do to me in that room was illegal you know." "I am so sorry. Please don't press charges I will pay you any amount of money." Bill rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he was crazy for what he was about to say, but he continued anyway: "The truth is...I haven't had sex in a while. I am kind of horny. I want to have sex with you, but I want it to be consensual. Don't get it twisted though. 'No means No'." "Oh yeah." said Jarred, as he followed Bill back into the bedroom. Bill climbed into his bed and Jarred lay next to him. They kissed passionately devouring one another's mouths. Jarred reached for Bill's large cock and he stoked it with his fist as he continued to make out with Bill. It didn't take long for Bill to get hard. Bill broke the kiss and hoped off the bed. He grabbed Jarred's feet and yanked him to the floor. "What gives, papichulo" complained Jarred, trying to catch his composure. Bill slapped Jarred in the face with his large cock. "You know what I want." "I may not suck cock all the time, but when I do people tell me I'm a champion." joked Jarred, as he proceeded to retract Bill's foreskin with his lips. Bill moaned. Then Jarred teased his partner. "You like that don't you." Jarred formed a firm fist around Bill's shaft; his grip was so tight that it caused Bill to flinch. "Are you trying to break my dick?" asked Bill. "Why would I want to destroy such a beautiful cock?" replied Jarred, as he loosened his grip. Jarred sucked on Bill's delicious looking glans as he gently pumped his fist up and down Bill's shaft. "I'm coming" cried Bill, as he pushed his partner away. "Let it be" said Jarred, as he stood and continued to stroke Bill's cock. "Relax and let it be." "No." Bill pleaded, as he tried to wrestle Jarred's hand off of his cock. "I'm not ready to come." "Oh yes you are." grinned Jarred. Suddenly, Bill ejaculated all over Jarred's legs and abs. Bill haven't cum so much since his encounter with Jake. "It wasn't that bad was it?" said Jarred. Then he quickly picked Bill up and body slammed Bill on the bed. Jarred climbed on top of Bill and spread Bill's legs apart giving him easy access to Bill's rectum. "Now it's my turn." Jarred slowly inserted his cock into Bill's hole. Jared was about six inches, but his cock was fat. At first his strokes were slow then he rapidly increased the intensity, fucking Bill hard and fast causing the bed to rock. "W-what the hell are you doing?" Bill squealed in pain. This was the first time Bill was fucked, so it didn't help that Jarred was brutalizing his tight rectum. "What's the problem, now." said Jarred, out of breath, thrusting into Bill. "It hurts." "Relax, I'm almost done." "Stop now!" demanded Bill. Jarred pumped Bill for a few more seconds then he pulled out and sat up on the bed, still positioned between Bill's legs. "I stop. I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Bill looked down and didn't see a condom on Jarred's cock. "Seriously, you fucked me without a condom?!" "Relax, I'm clean." replied Jarred. Then he started to jerk off and he came all over Bill's stomach. And some cum even squirted in Bill's face. "I have no STD's." "That's not the point." said, Bill. "You are supposed to ALWAYS use a condom." Now Bill started to regret sleeping with Jarred. "I didn't cum inside you." "It doesn't matter. You always use a condom. I'm a medical professional—" "You are a physical therapist—hardly a doctor." Bill hopped off of the bed. "I'm not going to argue with you. This whole thing was a mistake. What was I thinking? I'm gonna take a shower. And when I'm done I want you out of my house!" "Shall I join you." offered Jared. "NO!" Bill stormed out of the bedroom and headed to the bathroom. Once inside he turned on the shower and immersed himself under the hot water. He felt foolish agreeing to sleep with Jarred. As he soaped up his body, Jared climbed in the shower. "What are you doing here?" demanded Bill. "I need a shower too." suggested Jarred, then he put a reassuring arm on Bill's shoulder. "I promise you that you'll be fine. We can both go for a check-up tomorrow." Bill started to calm down. Then Jared picked up a wash cloth and lathered it up with body wash. "Let me make it up to you." Before Bill could say another word, Jarred spun Bill around and massaged Bill's back with the washcloth making sure Bill was well lathered up. Applying a generous amount of shower gel to his hand, Jarred soaped up the crack of Bill's ass. Bill did not complain nor protest. He was in a state of euphoria. Once the soap washed off of Bill's back, Jarred slowly kissed his way from the back of Bill's neck down to Bill's lower back. Jarred kneeled on the hard and cold shower floor and he parted Bill's ass cheeks to make sure all the soap was washed out. Then Jarred proceeded to eat out Bill's bottom; his competent tongue penetrated Bill's rectum. This was also a first for Bill. Bill moaned, as Jarred continued working on Bill's rectum. Suddenly, Jarred stood up. "I think you need some rest." "What?!" said, Bill as he spun around. "Why'd you stop?" "You need you rest my sweetheart" returned Jarred as he cupped Bill's lips. "There will be more of this another time. I need to finish bathing." Bill did not make any reply, as he obediently left the shower. He immediately crawled in his bed without drying off his skin or putting on any clothes. Within minutes Bill fell asleep. That night he had a dream that he was at work and he had just finished a PT session with one of his elderly patients. And he ushered the patient out of the exam room. "You did well today Mrs. Cohen" said Bill, escorting her to the front desk. "I want you to make an appointment to see me next week. And please, I can't stress how important it is for you to do your exercises at home." "Thanks Bill" replied Mrs. Cohen in a sweet voice. "You will make some girl happy." "If only she knew" Bill thought. He chuckled and made his way back to the examination room, remembering that he had left his phone there. Bill searched through piles of papers. He even kneeled down and looked under the computer desk to no avail. He was never one to lose things. But, it was safe to assume his phone was lost. All he could think about was spending his lunch hour trying to contact his mobile carrier to report his phone missing. However, Bill decided to continue searching. As he continued turning the exam room upside down, he heard the door open. Walter entered the exam room. "What the hell are you doing here?" demanded Bill. "Please I just want to talk to you" pleaded Walter. Bill tried to walk past Walter, but Walter wrapped his arms around Bill's waist and he started to kiss Bill's neck. "I got to have you" said Walter. Walter pushed Bill against an exam table and he yanked down Bill's pants and underwear in one motion leaving Bill naked from the waist down. "I don't want to do this Walter" cried Bill, trying to fight Walter off. "We were friends for over a decade. I don't want to sleep with you. It doesn't feel right." "I've always loved you Bill" said Walter, as he heisted Bill on the exam table. "Let me show you how much." Bill tried unsuccessfully to escape his former best friend. Walter unfastened his belt and pulled his pants down. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was long and thick, but it wasn't as thick as Bill's dick. And his pubes had strands of grey hair, which wasn't unusual giving that he was a 49 year old man. Walter started to stroke his cock to get hard. Bill tugged really hard on Walter's dreadlocks. His former friend screamed in pain. Then Bill used all his strength to shove Walter against the computer stand. Bill hopped down the exam table and pulled back up his pants and underwear. Then he walked over to Walter and grabbed Walter's crotch. "For the last time, I do not want to go there with you" said Bill, squeezing Walter's nutsack. "Okay...okay" cried Walter. Bill released Walter. "I really wish this could have happened" said Walter, as he caught his composure and pulled up his pants. "But, I understand." Bill got to see Walter's luscious ass; he certainly liked what he saw, but he wasn't going to give Walter that satisfaction. The next morning Bill woke up from the dream. He looked at his cell phone on the night stand and saw that it was noon, which was a shock to Bill, because he never slept so long in his life. He also spotted a check on the night stand. It read : "Pay to the order of William Slocum in the amount of $5,000" "How does he know my name." pondered Bill. "Then again it doesn't surprise me, he already found out my address." Bill left his bedroom and walked through the apartment. There was no sign of Jarred. And his front door was left wide open! Bill closed and locked his door. He was thankful no one came and robbed his place or did anything to him. Obviously, Bill felt even sillier for going to sleep and leaving Jarred in his apartment. He felt a little strange; he noticed that his cock was covered in cum. "Seriously" Bill thought. "I haven't had a wet dream since I was a teenager." Bill experienced feelings of embarrassment and confusion that he had a nighttime emission dreaming of Walter. Bill retreated back to his bedroom and looked at the check. He felt a bit cheap. Jarred fucked him then left a check on the counter. Bill wasn't a prostitute. He held a doctorate in Physical Therapy and he worked for a living. As Bill considered ripping up the check, he saw that Jarred's full name and address were on the check. He decided to hold onto the check a little longer. *** "I'm really enjoying that three thousand dollars you gave me" boasted Dr. Thomas. "What did you say? 'Oh yeah, Bill is gay...I'm gonna fuck Bill--'" "Lieb, Bill is gay" interrupted Dr, Raj. "He just wasn't into me...besides I just needed more time....And I never fancied him that much anyway. Why do you bloody care anymore? The bet was a year ago." "You are so full of shit, Frank" Lieb burst out in laughter, then he started to mock his friend in an awful British accent: " 'Oh cheerio, I didn't fancy Bill that much anyway...He is not worthy of me...God save the Queen" Lieb couldn't contain his laughter, then he continued: "Listen buddy, Bill is NOT gay. Even if he is, I wouldn't blame him for not sleeping with you." "Shut the fuck up" chuckled Frank. "And we don't say 'cheerio' in England. And we certainly don't give two shits about the monarchy, mate. I know Bill is gay and I will get him." "Whatever." said Lieb. "We have an important staff meeting today. "What about" inquired Frank. "You'll see." The two guys fist bumped and Frank left Lieb's office. Frank made his way to the men's bathroom and he saw Bill taking a leak. He strolled over to Bill's urinal. "Why won't you go out with me" inquired Frank. "I'm a good guy. I fancy you. And trust me, the sex will be amazing." Bill made no reply. "I like big bulky guys like you. It's nice to have something to hold on to. You have such a nice arse that will cushion me when I'm fucking you." continued Frank, as he rested his hand on Bill's lower back. "What do you say?" Bill shoved Frank. "I would say this is sexual harassment Dr. Raj. I will never go out with you. You are a fucking asshole. Is that clear enough for you?" Bill went to wash his hands. "That really hurts mate" cried Frank. "You know what your problem is? You are too serious, you need to loosen up a little." Frank slid his hand under the fabric of Bill's scrub pants and began to caress Bill's bare ass. "What the hell are you doing" Bill said, pushing the perverted Orthopedic surgeon away. "I'm going to report this to Dr. Thomas." "Is there really any need for that?" said Frank, as he firmly grabbed Bill's crotch. "Just relax, mate." Although Bill was twice Frank's size, it was Bill who was in a helpless position. Frank pushed Bill against a wall and he started to kiss Bill's neck, while still maintaining a solid grip on Bill's groin. The sound of the bathroom door opening interrupted Frank who instantly released Bill. Dr. Thomas breezed into the bathroom. Without even greeting Frank or Bill, he dashed into the nearest stall. Bill stormed out of the bathroom, shoving Frank in the process. Later that day, during lunch Frank felt bad about what he did to Bill. He wanted any sexual contact with Bill to be consensual, but he didn't know what came over him. Frank wrestled with whether or not he should try to talk to Bill. If he did try to discuss this with Bill, his colleague might record the conversation and use it against Frank. Dr. Raj had much to lose. First of all, he could lose his job. But, Frank was most concerned with being charged with sexual assault and getting deported back to the United Kingdom. Not that he mind going back to his homeland, but this would be most scandalous and it would prevent him from getting work there or anywhere. However, Frank really liked Bill and he elected to talk to Bill and apologize. *** If Bill didn't have enough on his mind, considering the dream he had about Walter and having sex with Jarred, who haven't heard from up to now; now he had to think about what Dr. Raj did to him in the bathroom. He wasn't sure if he should report it or not. Then Bill thought about Jake, Dr. Thomas' son, who over- powered him during a PT exam. Bill never reported Jake. What about Walter? Bill never told a soul that Walter forcibly sucked his cock. The Physical Therapist Ch. 03 The difference was that Bill liked Jake and he was friends with Walter. Dr. Raj was nobody to Bill. He despised the guy. And this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of Dr. Raj, not that reporting a sexual assault should ever be used as a ploy for revenge. Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his left pocket. Was it Jarred? No, it was Bill's friend Dr. Evelyn Rodriguez, who he went to for an STD screening over the weekend, after Jarred fucked him without a condom. "Hello" Bill answered the phone. "Hi Bill" Evelyn said, sounding excited. "I have the results for your STD screening. You are all clear, my friend." "Thank you, Ev." "You're welcome. Are you coming to my baby shower this Saturday?" "I wouldn't miss it." "Good. My husband will be playing football with some buddies afterwards; I know he will want you on his team." "I don't want to get injured." "Dude, you're like the biggest guy there...In all seriousness, you need to be more careful bro. You also don't want to get a girl pregnant. I always tell men to avoid the 'pull out manuever'" "Thanks again, Ev" "No problem." Evelyn hung up the phone. He never told Evelyn that he was gay; he knew she would be cool with it, but her husband was homophobic. And Bill just didn't want to cause trouble. He continued eating his fruit salad and enjoying the fresh air and sunlight, until a shadow blocked his sun. Bill looked up to see Frank standing over him, wearing shades with his hands in his pockets. Frank cocked his foot on the seat next to Bill. "Hello mate." said Frank, sounding as smug as ever. "Can we talk?" "I just want to finish my lunch, please leave me alone Dr. Raj...considering what you did in the bathroom you don't even deserve to be called that. If you are trying to convince me not to—" "Listen, you can do what you want." interrupted, Frank pulling up a chair next to Bill. "If you report it, I won't deny any of it. I like you. Sure, I've fucked many guys and didn't give a damn about them, but you are different—" "You never slept with me remember?" "I know, but a lad can dream." grinned Frank, then he continued: "You are a special guy, and you deserve a man who will appreciate you. You are hard working, witty, caring, and sexy as fuck." "You are so full of shit." Bill got up from his seat outside the salad bar and proceeded to leave. Frank caught up with him. "Give me a chance. You don't even know me. Why don't we go to my place tonight?" To get rid of Frank, Bill agreed, but only in a well lit public area. *** Everyone gathered around in the conference room waiting for this "important meeting." Bill didn't know what was going to happen. He heard rumors that the clinic was struggling financially. Were personnel going to be fired? Was the clinic closing? Did a hospital buy the clinic? These were the questions circulating in Bill's mind and possibly the minds of the other workers. Dr. Thomas, breezed into the room, he seemed to be in good spirits. Dr. Raj trailed behind him and took a seat across from Bill. "I'm glad you all could make it here" Dr. Thomas began his speech. "This practice has been in business for nearly 15 years and in that time we have helped countless patients and their families. Some of you have been here since the opening of this practice. While others have joined our family of professionals recently. In the past few months, I was concerned that this practice will have to shut down meaning that we could no longer serve our community. All of you would have to find work elsewhere. I didn't have the heart to do it. So when, Sandy Brooke Hospital offered to buy this practice, they gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. We have a representative here to talk to you." A tall and strapping businessman entered the conference room. Dr. Thomas gestured him to the pulpit and he stepped aside to let the guy address room. "I can take it from here" the representative said to Dr. Thomas. Once, Dr. Thomas took a seat, the man began talking. "Greetings everyone. My name Jake Thomas, and I am the director of mergers and acquisitions at Sand Brooke Hospital..." Bill stopped listening to anything the man had to say after that. His mouth dropped open. It was Jake! And he looked completely different. Jake has dark brown dreadlocks and he is much bigger than when Bill last remembered him. Not that Jake was ever a scrawny guy; he always had a slender athletic physique. Now his body was similar to that of Walter—bulky, yet still slender. During the speech Jake winked at Bill, much to Dr. Raj's dismay. "Okay ladies and gentlemen" said Jake. "I wish to thank you for your time and it will be a pleasure working with all of you." Bill was ready to go home, after the meeting was over. He still couldn't get over how different Jake looked. "So much can change in a year" Bill thought, then he considered "How does a 21 or 22 year old get such an important job." Bill dropped his car keys after being startled, by someone touching his shoulder. He spun around to see it was Jake. "I'm so happy to see you Bill" said Jake with a wide smile. He grabbed Bill and hugged him. "I know you didn't recognize me at first. We have so much to catch up with. Can we meet for dinner?" "We certainly do...yeah we can meet for dinner." Bill felt the blood rush to his cock, making his pants become too small for him. He lost control and he grabbed Jake kissing him passionately. Jake kissed back with his mouth open wide; his hand caressed Bill's lower back. Bill ran his fingers through Jake's dreadlocks. In the distance, Dr. Raj watched everything going on. "Oh how nice, you are fucking Dr. Thomas' son" shouted Frank. Bill pushed Jake away in shock; he wasn't even thinking that people could be watching. He didn't know what to say. How would Dr. Thomas feel about Bill sleeping with his son? Frank stormed off. "Forget him" said Jake, trying to pull Bill back. "He's just an asshole, I have no clue why my dad is friends with him." "What if he tells your father?" said a worried Bill. "I could lose my job!" "You won't, my dad is retiring." "What?!" "Yeah, he wants a quiet life. Besides my dad likes you. Let's get out of here. We'll take my car." Bill didn't argue, he followed Jake to his car. *** "Hey, it's time to shut down the building, Lieb." Carlos, the building security guard, lightly tapped on Dr. Thomas' office door. "Oh, I'm sorry." replied Lieb. "I was just taking care of a few things. I forgot the building shuts down at midnight. Just give me a few minutes, ok?" Carlos sensed that something was a little off about Lieb. He asked Lieb if everything was okay, but Lieb responded that everything was fine with him. They had a bit of small talk—discussing work and topics in the news. "You know I'm retiring" said, Lieb. "I'm not going to be the medical director/owner of this practice anymore." "Really?!" said a surprised Carlos. "You can't retire now, my friend. You have too much youth in you! Besides, what will you do with your time? Knit? I can't imagine you hanging out with a bunch of sweet old ladies." "No, I won't knit. I'd just masturbate thinking about you." Lieb joked. Carlos didn't laugh, his face was expressionless. "Where is your sense of humor?" continued Lieb, and then after a brief paused he continued: "Listen, I've been working with you a few years. You never told me if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend. The thing is: I'm not gay. I'm straight as an arrow. But, for some reason I find myself attracted to you. I'm going to ask you this question and I want you to answer me honestly. Are you gay?" Carlos nodded. "That's all I needed to hear." said Lieb as he approached Carlos. Lieb tugged on Carlos's belt, pulling him close. Then Lieb, tore open Carlos' uniform shirt, causing some of the buttons to pop off. Lieb wrapped his hand around the back of Carlos' head and pulled him in for a wet passionate kiss. Carlos broke away from Lieb. The security guard quickly got undressed, removing his uniform shirt and pants, kicking off his shoes, and tossing his watch on the ground. An impatient Lieb grabbed Carlos. "I don't like to wait." "Slow and steady" teased Carlos, who was stripped down to his briefs. Lieb, who was still fully clothed, caressed Carlos' large muscular body. He massaged Carlos' pecs and teased Carlos' nipples. Carlos moaned. Slowly, Lieb's hands moved down to Carlos' waist and he caressed Carlos' lower back, then he slowly peeled down Carlos' tight grey briefs leaving Carlos completely naked. Carlos's pubes were shaved and he had a relatively small cock. Starting from Carlos' jaw, Lieb kissed his way down to his partner's right nipple. "Stop" moaned Carlos, as Lieb sucked on Carlos' nipple. "That's my sensitive stop." Ignoring Carlos, Lieb continued to suck on his partner's nipples while firmly squeezing Carlos' firm, round ass. Carlos cradled the crown of Lieb's head, running his fingers through Lieb's salt and pepper hair. He didn't find any signs of balding in Lieb's scalp. Lowering his body, Lieb kissed his way down to a point slightly above Carlos' groin. He just froze for a minute. He couldn't believe what he was doing. This was his first sexual experience of any kind with another man. He was about to suck Carlos' cock. He didn't know what to do or how it worked. Sure, Lieb received blow jobs from women, but he never in his life had to give one! "Why did you stop?" asked an impatient Carlos. "Is something wrong?" "I'm sorry Carlos, I can't do this." Lieb stood up. "This was a mistake, I'm very sorry. I have to go." Lieb gathered his belongings and exited the office. Carlos was in a confused and angry state. He felt like he was just used by Lieb, who seemed to simply want to 'experiment' with a guy. A million thoughts went through his mind. His feelings of anger and confusion transformed into that of guilt; he was about to have sex with a straight guy. Still nude, Carlos sauntered around Dr. Thomas' office. He couldn't get dressed. He couldn't go home. All he could do was pace back and forth. Suddenly, two thugs barged into the office. "Oh shit, Christmas must have come early." said one of the thugs, salivating at Carlos' buff naked body. "Indeed it has" said the other thug. "Let's have fun with this bitch." "You better get the hell outta here before I call the police" demanded Carlos. "We got security cameras everywhere." "We already disabled the cameras dumbass." said the first thug. "You must think we common criminals." "Let's teach his ass a lesson." offered the second thug. Carlos wasn't intimidated by the thugs. "You assholes are really starting to piss me off." The first thug drew a pistol at Carlos. "Yo shut the fuck up...you got a lot of mouth...I bet you won't have shit to say when you sucking my dick. Get yo ass on the floor!" Carlos slowly lowered himself to the floor. He didn't flinch once, he wasn't even frightened. "We ain't got time for this" cried the second thug. "We gotta be in and out, you can get yo dick suck another day." "Nah. You go. I'mma have fun with him." responded the first thug, gun still pointed at Carlos. "I got this." "If you get locked up it ain't my problem." The second thug ran to the exit. Once, the second thug was gone, the first thug unzipped his pants and pulled out his long fat cock. "You gonna need jaw surgery after you done." "No my friend, you will be the one needing a hospital." said Carlos, as he slapped the gun out of the criminal's hand. "You piece of shit" The thug gave Carlos a knee kick to the face. "I don't need my gun to fuck you up bitch!" Carlos was flat on his back holding his bleeding nose. "You think cuz you twice my size, you coulda took me easy" The thug burst out in laughter. "Mother fucker I been studying the martial arts for years." "So have I" said Carlos, as he performed a trip kick, by wrapping his feet around one of the thugs legs causing him to lose his balance and fall. The thug tried to crawl and reach the gun, but Carlos jumped on top of the thug pinning him down to prevent him from getting the gun. "Get offa me" shouted the thug. Carlos turned the thug over and knocked him out with one punch. Then he found an extension chord in the office. And Carlos bound the thug's hands and feet. He stood to catch his composure. Carlos couldn't believe all that had just happened. He quickly got dressed and called the police. Once, the police arrived on scene, Carlos explained everything to the cops. He filled out a police statement form. The officer noticed that Carlos' nose was bleeding; the officer suggested that Carlos get his nose checked out by an EMT, but the twenty-eight year old security guard refused. By that time, the thug regained consciousness. The police freed him from the extension chords bounding his hands and feet and they put handcuffs on the thug. The thug hurled insults and threats at Carlos the whole time, while cops escorted the young criminal out. THE END *** This story isn't over yet. What's in store for Bill? Jake is back in the picture. Where does Jarred or even Walter fit into this? Obviously, we see Lieb is attracted to Carlos, but he backed out last minute. Will Lieb come around? If so, would Carlos even want to go there with Lieb? We see Carlos has a new enemy. Will the thug get out of jail and get revenge on Carlos? As I said before, Carlos is an important character. He will get his own series in "The Security Guard" which I haven't written yet. Please look out for the "Physical Therapist IV". And to find out what's in store for Carlos, please read "The Security Guard."