1. Isaac

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ISAAC

T he heat from the sun bore down on Isaac, warming every part of his exposed body. Some would argue that the heat was excruciating, but not Isaac. Isaac loved it.

Yes, his pale Irish skin would argue otherwise, but as long as he kept reapplying sunscreen every goddamn hour, he was safe. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself. The truth would rear its ugly head tomorrow, and it would more than likely result in him spending the day applying aloe to his sensitive skin and him bitching about how sore his stupid body was.

But he was stubborn. And until then, he would continue to enjoy his tequila sunrise while suntanning with his best friend by this luxurious pool.

"God, I love this," Levi announced, lying on the lounge chair next to Isaac.

The man lay sprawled out, wearing nothing but his signature pink and silver Speedo and a large, brimmed hat that matched the colors of his suit. On his face, he wore his mega diva Dior sunglasses, trying to capture the essence of Marilyn Monroe or any one of the hundreds of starlets who graced the silver screen.

Levi brought his orange and red fruity cocktail to his lips and took a sip.

"What, the heat? Or watching the parade of half-naked men walking around the pool?" Isaac asked, sipping his drink and eyeing Rafael, one of the Maison's newest additions.

The man hailed from Spain, having traveled to Paris to audition for Matteo. If you wanted to join the exclusive Maison de M family, you needed to demonstrate a certain… talent.

And so, Rafael auditioned. Rumor was that Rafael's dance was so hot that Shawn—one of their bartenders—had to leave the room thanks to the tent jutting out of his pants. A sight not many would complain about.

Once the man proved to Matteo that he could dance, Matteo had him work the floor to see how well he played and interacted with the guests. Dancing was only one component of the job when you worked at La Maison de M . Flirtation, fantasy, and how you interacted with guests were another. Dancers needed to be able to fit seamlessly into various roles and characters as guests' preferences or needs were constantly changing.

Judging by the smoking hot body and protruding bulge in the boy's Speedo, Isaac was pretty sure that Rafael had been a success when it came to making guests' fantasies come true.

Levi lowered his sunglasses.

"Jesus, how big do you think it gets?" Levi asked, staring at the same bulge Isaac was currently admiring.

"I'd say, two inches past ‘Oh my fucking God!'" Isaac joked, mesmerized by the way it bounced as he walked.

Damn, that thing looked delicious.

Beside him, Levi chuckled, having to set his drink down on the table next to him before it spilled on his recently waxed chest. The boy barely had any body hair to begin with, but Levi was vain enough to insist on waxing the few hairs that did manage to see daylight.

Yes, they all worked at La Maison , and many of them considered themselves brothers, but in the end, they were also human and could appreciate a rocking hot body and the heavy weight of a meaty package.

"Chase is still bigger," Levi added, glancing over at his man, who was busy chatting with one of the guests across the pool.

Levi and Chase had been dating for almost a month now, ever since the incident with Mr. Peabody. Nothing brings a couple together like a near-murder experience.

"So, you say. I'll believe it when I see it."

A swift hand came crashing down on Isaac's chest, leaving one hell of a red handprint.

"Ow! Fuck, Levi, that hurt!"

"Good. That'll teach you not to perve on my man. His dick belongs to me, and only me."

"Wow, possessive much?" Isaac glared back at his best friend.

Isaac was the life of the party. He was loud, friendly, enjoyed drinking, and loved entertaining people. That included teasing the shit out of his friends for a laugh.

He pretended to take offense, even though he had no intention of ever crossing a line that would jeopardize his relationship with his best friend.

Levi was more than just a best friend. They were brothers in every sense of the word—minus the shared DNA. They were there for one another. They confided in each other. Hell, they even protected one another.

Somehow, even through the oversized diva sunglasses, Isaac could tell that Levi was giving him a "diva death stare." Leave it to Dior to figure out a way to allow French people to tell each other off without ever having to remove their designer glasses.

Yes, in France, that "don't fuck with me" attitude was real.

Isaac couldn't help but smile.

He first came to live at La Maison when he was seventeen. Being so young, Isaac didn't start dancing and working the floor until two years later. His persona was rocker skater boy . He liked sporting that rough, bad-boy look, so he dyed his hair blue and added spacers to his ears.

Most guests who sought his company liked his party-hard attitude and were obsessed with his creepy-as-fuck snake tattoo. The damn thing began at the side of his neck, then slithered its way down his back, and finally curved around to his stomach, its head hovering dangerously close to his junk.

Then, of course, there was his nipple ring that, for some reason, Middle Eastern guys seemed to love playing with. Many used their teeth to tug on the tiny hoop, while others used their tongue to play with the piercing. Isaac didn't care—both felt fucking amazing on his nipple.

"I'm just saying that boy is going to be very popular with the guests," Isaac added, taking another sip of his drink and adjusting the bulge in his Speedo. Hey, he was twenty-five, and a light breeze gave him a boner—don't judge.

They continued to watch as Rafael slid into the pool and began chatting with an older Asian gentleman.

Considering he could no longer admire the man's bulging package, it appeared that perving time was now over.

"Why do you look so sad?" Chase asked Isaac as he approached and slid in between Levi's open legs.

"He's sad that he can't drool over Mr. Spain's uncut package," Levi answered, nodding toward the pool.

This time, it was Isaac who slapped Levi against the chest.

"Hey, I can admire a nice slab of beef anytime. There's no harm in that."

Chase chuckled. "Don't let Jared hear you say that."

Isaac gave Chase the finger. "Just 'cus your muscles are the size of my head doesn't mean I won't kick you in the balls and run away."

Now, both Isaac and Levi laughed.

"Oh, speaking of the devil," Levi said, nodding toward Jared, who was making his way around the pool in nothing but a bright red Speedo.

"You boys might want to keep your eyes on the stud in red," Isaac warned as his lips pulled back in a mischievous grin.

All three watched with fascination.

Isaac admired how the sun glistened off Jared's perfectly chiseled chest. It's amazing how a little sunscreen could make a man's body look like he was fresh from a porn shoot. Every curve of muscle was enhanced by the sleek lotion against his skin.

There was something to be said about muscle and brawn. Knowing that a man could pick you up and toss you around the bed was just so… hot.

The man's biceps were like watermelons, and his legs could strangle a man in his sleep. Jared was ex-army, having served for years before being discharged for being… unstable.

Jared never really talked about it, but Isaac got the sense that the army released Jared because of concerns for his mental well-being. He didn't have the heart to ask.

"What did you do?" Levi asked, eyes still following Jared, expecting the worst possible scenario imaginable. He was friends with Isaac, after all.

"I bought the man a skimpy new swimsuit," Isaac answered with an innocent shrug of his shoulders. He picked up his drink and took a sip.

Isaac was right. The suit was skimpy and could barely contain all of Jared's manhood. But who was really complaining?

All around the pool, rich and powerful men followed Jared with their gaze, eye fucking the shit out of him as he walked by.

Once he reached the edge, Jared dove in and resurfaced on the opposite side of the pool. Water ran down the man's neatly buzzed hair—perfect military cut as always.

Army grunt was his persona. Guests loved watching him dance on stage in his army boots and camouflage pants until stripping down to nothing more than a jockstrap and a fake assault rifle. People went nuts for the uber-masculine, army hero fantasy that he leaned into every night while dancing on stage.

Who didn't want to suck the dick of a hero or get railed by him inside a dirty bathroom stall?

Men's fantasies were many, and it was their job to make them all come true—within reason, of course. While Matteo supported sexual exploration and being one's self, he did not support the degradation of his staff or any sort of behavior that might injure or offend any of the parties involved.

Right now, everyone was getting a glimpse of the "buff army dude trying to cool off in a pool" fantasy experience.

Jared wiped the excess water from his eyes, then slowly opened them.

Isaac let out a chuckle. It was faint and controlled. He didn't want to give anything away… just yet.

From across the pool, he watched as Jared's face changed from confused to worried, then to pissed.

"Isaac!!" Jared shouted, turning immediately toward the now laughing hyena.

Once he caught sight of Isaac, his eyes flashed red before jumping out of the pool naked, giving everyone an eyeful of man-ass and flopping cock.

He quickly covered his wiener with his hands, trying to shield it from the thirsty stares being thrown around the pool. His swimsuit had completely disintegrated when the material hit the water.

Jared's angry eyes homed in on Isaac.

"Shit! Gotta run, boys!" Isaac squealed before jumping out of his chair and running off into the gardens like his ass was on fire.

"You better run, boy!" Jared hollered before taking off after Isaac himself.

Levi and Chase burst into a fit of laughter as they watched the naked beefcake run past them, cock flopping against his legs as he chased after his prey.

Isaac could barely run—he was laughing so hard. He had to stop and catch his breath, which hurt while laughing. He bent over, hands resting on his knees, as he tried to breathe in between bouts of laughter.

Seeing the look on Jared's face had been priceless. And the fact that it only took him a second to realize who was the culprit behind the gag gave Isaac a warm and tingly feeling in his chest.

The sound of dick flopping against thighs alerted Isaac to Jared's nearing presence. God, he loved that sound.

"You little shit!" Jared growled, charging full speed ahead and barreling right into him.

It felt like he had been hit by a freight train traveling at two hundred kilometers an hour. A very sexy and naked freight train.

His body went flying, landing with a thud against the grass and an angry man-beast on top of him.

Isaac screamed with laughter, which of course, pissed Jared off even more. It was like waving a red flag in front of the face of a bull—Isaac's laughter was that flag.

Jared growled as he tried to grab hold of the laughing boy, but his massive paws kept slipping as Isaac squirmed in his arms. Thank God for slippery sunscreen.

Isaac laughed even harder.

"You think this is funny?" Jared shouted, finally grabbing hold of Isaac's chuckling body and pinning him to the ground.

The sun shone behind Jared's bulky body, giving the man an almost god-like appearance as he hovered over Isaac. Zeus? Or was it Hercules? Which one was the god with all the muscles and growly face? Either way, the man had his own backlighting and looked like a god, ready to smite his conniving ass back to hell.

Staring up at the seething hunk of muscle, it didn't surprise Isaac that even pissed, Jared still looked handsome. The man had won the gene pool lottery. He had that strong jawline, smoldering brown eyes, and perfectly formed lips. They were the kind of lips that were masculine yet knew how to be soft and gentle, especially when feasting on someone's body—not that Isaac would know. He'd never had the pleasure of being the main course of one of Jared's meals.

No, the two of them never crossed swords or exchanged cum shots. The closest Isaac had ever come was being a casual observer during one or two of Jared's more intimate sessions with some of the wealthier members of the club. Sometimes, men liked to party with two or three guys at the same time.

Staring up at Jared's silhouette, he could almost see the cocky smirk on the bastard's face. That constant reminder that he had once been in the army and knew multiple ways to make a man die. Yes, not only did Jared have a hot body, but he was also capable of protecting the entire chateau if they were ever under attack.

"What? What did I do?" Isaac chuckled, not bothering to struggle against the man-beast currently holding him down.

It was pointless. The man was almost double his weight in muscle, and being pinned by a naked Jared, whose cock was currently resting on Isaac's belly, was not a hardship he wanted to end anytime soon.

"You bought me that suit, and it disappeared in the water!"

"Actually, it disintegrated, not disappeared," Isaac clarified, adding his usual sarcasm to fuel the fire. He loved watching steam shoot out of Jared's nose when he got angry.

"Disintegrated! Whatever, dude. My junk was on full display for all to see."

Isaac laughed, remembering that look of shock on Jared's face before it morphed into anger.

"Think of it as free advertising. Do you know how many guys at the pool will now be asking you for a date later?"

"Argh!" Jared growled, tightening his grip on Isaac's shoulders as he pressed harder down on the boy.

"What's the big deal? You've got a very nice piece of meat. You should be proud." Isaac gave the man a wink, wondering how he could continue to keep them in this compromising position.

It's not like Isaac had a chance in hell of overpowering Jared and holding him to the ground himself. Isaac had more of a skater-boy body. It was lean and slender and had some muscle, but that was more from keeping active than actually spending any time in the gym.

"Oh, I am proud. It's big enough that I can do this," Jared said, shimmying his way up Isaac's chest.

Isaac burst out laughing once again as Jared proceeded to smack him in the face with his thick piece of meat.

"See what happens to boys when they're bad? They get penis-smacked in the face until they learn to behave."

"Oh, if this is punishment, I'm going to be a very, very bad little boy," Isaac chuckled, opening his mouth, causing Jared to smack his chubbing cock down onto his waiting tongue.

"Why is it that every time I find you two alone, you're shoving your dick in Isaac's face, Jared?" a voice asked from over Jared's shoulder.

It was Matteo. The man who owned this sexual wonderland and the man they had come to see as a father figure.

"Seriously, get your dick out of Isaac's mouth and put on some shorts," Matteo added, shaking his head in disappointment.

"I… I… but he," Jared stuttered, looking over his shoulder at his boss and mentor.

"Jared, I told you the gardens are no place for a blowjob. If you want one later, you'll have to come up to my room like a normal person," Isaac responded from between Jared's thick thighs.

Anger flared from the man above him. "You're an ass," Jared muttered before stepping up and folding his hands in front of his junk.

"Here, use this," Matteo said, unbuttoning his own dress shirt and passing it over to Jared.

Jared took the item and glanced at the label attached. "But, M, this is Armani."

"Yeah, that's designer. Plus, you don't want your shirt smelling like dick when you get it back from Meathead," Isaac chimed in.

Matteo shrugged. "Would you rather walk back up to your room naked?"

The man had a point.

Now Isaac felt bad for his practical joke. He just did it to bug Jared. He never meant to ruin one of Matteo's shirts.

But was it really ruined?

Hell, Isaac wouldn't mind wearing a shirt that smelled like dick all the time, especially Jared's.

He felt his cock chub up.

"You better cover yourself before you give Isaac another erection," Matteo said with a smirk before turning and walking back toward the chateau.

"What? I'm… not…" Oh, who was he kidding? The damn thing only seemed to go down when he was watching sad movies or eating broccoli. Yes, veggies were one way to kill a boner. That, and doing yoga. Fuck he hated doing yoga.

Huffing, Isaac pushed past Jared and followed his boss back up the pathway.