4. Chase

Standing in front of the changing room mirror, Chase looked at himself and grimaced. European men were apparently way more comfortable in their bodies than Canadian and American men.

"It's just all out there," he said to himself, staring at his junk as it pressed firmly against the way-too-tight Speedo that he was forced to wear.

He pulled on the corners between his thighs, hoping it would give way to more material.

How about?

He straightened up and shifted around, shoving his bum in front of the mirror.

Nope, still got a huge man ass.

Thank God Alex had recommended that he trim and shave his nether region; otherwise, there would have been a ghastly forest also trying to make its escape from the way too-tight material currently holding his cock and balls firmly in place.

Goddamn Euro fashion.

What was it with Europeans and their Speedos? Do men always have to show off what they're packing when they go for a swim? This was one of those rare instances when hung men wished that they weren't so blessed after all.

"Well, guess there's no hiding it," Chase mumbled to himself while staring at the bulge in his swimsuit. You could see the thick outline and everything. Fuck it.

From behind him, a locker door slammed shut, causing Chase to jump where he stood.

"Seriously, Mr. Stewart. If you don't stop, I'm going to have you removed from the club," an angry voice warned in hushed tones.

"Oh, come on. I just want to have a little fun with you. Give me a kiss, and let's get to know each other a bit better," a male voice responded, followed by what sounded like something bumping up against one of the lockers.

Chase's fists tightened as he headed in the direction of the commotion. Three rows over, he spotted an older man wearing dress pants and no shirt, standing over a young man in a Speedo huddled on the floor.

"Mr. Stewart, I said no!" the young man shouted, glaring up at the menacing man standing over him. "If you don't back off right this second, not only will I have you banned from this club, but I will also make sure that no one will ever find your balls again."

A smile cut across Chase's face. The little dude's got bite.

"You can't talk to me like that, you little whore. You're paid to suck men's dicks, and that's exactly what you're going to do," the man barked back, reaching down to grab the young man.

Chase was faster.

He grabbed the stubborn man by the arms and tossed him against the lockers without any effort. Considering the size difference between the two men, Chase almost felt sorry for Grandpa as he threw the little fucker halfway across the room.

The sound of the man's body as it smacked against the metal door echoed through the room.

"The young man said no. So, if you don't want me to beat your face to a bloody pulp, you'll get your shit and get the fuck out of here," Chase growled.

Every muscle in his body was on high alert as he stood between the young man on the floor and his stunned attacker. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was the powerful preying on the weak.

"This has nothing to do with you, you brute," the man shouted, teeth clenched, finger raised.

Apparently, this man wasn't used to being denied whatever it was that he wanted.

The nerve of this guy, thinking that he could take him on. Who the fuck did this old man think he was?

"Everything alright back here?" a man in a security uniform asked, appearing in the doorway.

"No!" the young man behind Chase shouted, jumping to his feet. "Please escort Mr. Stewart off the premises and revoke all his privileges. Codeword Ares."

The security guard immediately straightened up, eyes narrowing in on the half-dressed man. "Right away, sir," he said to the young man behind Chase before grabbing Mr. Stewart by the arm. "Right this way, Mr. Stewart. We'll have your things brought out to your car."

Chase watched, dumbfounded at the interaction. He half expected the security guard to take the old man"s side and ignore everything that the young man in the Speedo had said.

"You, okay?" Chase asked, taking a step forward and placing a hand on the young man's shoulder. "Do you need a doctor or something?"

He quickly scanned the boy's chest and body, searching for any injuries that might need attention.

The young man shook his head, staring down at the floor between them. "No, I'll be fine. It's not the first time some asshole like that has tried something on me, and it won't be the last."

The young man slowly raised his eyes, completely taking Chase's breath away. The boy had the most exotic purple eyes Chase had ever seen. He looked like a majestic cat about to place a spell over him and the entire world.

When the boy's eyes locked with Chase's, time around them seemed to still. All sound fell away, and all movement ceased to exist.

Chase could feel the young man's essence pulling him into his orbit. He was at this young creature's mercy. There was no escape. He was being drawn in.

How was it that such an enchanting creature could live among such mere mortals? Something as precious as this gorgeous deity deserved to be placed on an altar and worshiped every moment of every day. Those eyes. Those lips. There was something about the mere presence of this man that called to him.

"I guess I should thank you for being my hero," the young man said, batting his gorgeous lashes.

Sound once again returned to the world.

Chase swallowed hard. Jesus. This guy looked like he had been sculpted by the gods themselves—perfect cheekbone structure, full lips, sparkling eyes. Even the tiny birthmark near the corner of his eye looked like it had been designed by Aphrodite herself.

"I… It was nothing," Chase managed to choke out.

Suddenly, he was losing his ability to think and form coherent sentences. What was wrong with him? He was never like this around guys.

"Actually, you did a lot, handsome. Most guys would have just looked the other way and ignored the situation. They think that because of what we do here, that they are entitled to have whatever it is they want. They quickly find out that this is not the case. So, thank you for being a decent human being and actually caring about people."

The young man gave Chase a pat on his bare chest and stared down at his tight as fuck swimsuit.

Chase felt his cheeks begin to flush. Oh yeah, tiny swimsuit, big package, not a good mix.

"First time here?" the young deity asked.

"Yeah. How could you tell?"

The young man's lips parted, and the sweetest-sounding laugh escaped his angelic lips.

Feeling self-conscious, Chase turned to the mirror, stuck a finger into the side of his suit, and tried to make more of the fabric appear somehow. No matter how much he tugged on the snug-fitting suit, no additional material magically appeared.

"Seriously, what is with European men and wearing the tiniest Speedos ever?" he whispered, staring into the mirror, horrified.

Seriously.

There was nothing left to the imagination. You could even see the imprint of his cock head through the barely-there material.

How was he expected to go and hang out by the pool in nothing but this clingwrap? He may as well be naked.

"We are a lot more confident in what we have to offer the world, and don't let other's images of beauty hold us back from enjoying life," a soft voice said from behind him.

Chase glanced at the reflection in the mirror and smiled at the gorgeous young man. His soft, majestic eyes somehow calmed the nerves rumbling around inside his gut.

"Here, let me," the man said, reaching around Chase's body.

Without warning, the man grabbed the pouch of Chase's balls and lifted, then gave a slight tug on the back of his swimsuit.

"There. Now you look smoking hot. No living soul alive will be able to resist that beautiful body of yours. But if you ask me," the man leaned in close to Chase"s ear, "I think it's your smile that will make men weak in their knees."

Chase felt his cheeks flush once again. He wasn't used to men coming on so strongly, especially ones as gorgeous as the man standing behind him. He gave the young man a half smile.

"Thank you. I'm Chase, by the way."

"Levi, but most guests around here call me Vixen, especially when I'm performing."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Chase replied, eyes still locked on Levi's.

"You said this was your first time here?"

Chase nodded. He couldn't think of anything else to say. He was frozen in place by the sheer beauty of the young man standing in front of him. The boy looked to be in his mid-twenties, with short black hair, about five foot eight inches—the perfect height to fuck in missionary position—and his skin was flawless. It was as though the sun had kissed his skin, giving it a healthy glow.

The purple-eyed deity wore a light-purple Speedo with the imprint of lips plastered on the left side of his pelvic region. It was the perfect combo of sexy and sass.

If the outfit wasn't temptation enough, the boy had his belly button pierced, adding to the whole stunning vision in front of him. The jewel in the young man's body was yet another reminder of how precious and perfect his magnificent body was.

"Well, then, how about I show you around? Why don't you throw your clothes into a locker, then I'll give you the grand tour?"

Chase liked the sound of that. Getting to watch as the young man's perfect bubble butt walked in front of him sounded like the ideal way to spend an afternoon.

Walking back to where he had left his clothes, Chase quickly shoved his belongings into an open locker and spun the lock.

"Perfect," the boy said as he snaked his arm through Chase's and led him out into the pool area.

When Chase agreed to work with Marc, he had informed him that his first assignment would take him to France, a countryside town just outside of Paris to be exact—to La Maison de M—a private chateau that doubled as an exclusive, high-end, gentlemen's club. A place where wealthy, powerful men could come and indulge in their own personal fantasies without the fear of judgment or personal recourse.

The majority of the clientele who frequented La Maison were gay or bisexual men. The establishment catered to this particular sexual preference to focus its services and offerings in a way that allowed men to relax and enjoy themselves without worrying about the outside world. At La Maison, everyone was here to have a good time, and everyone respected each other's privacy.

Chase had been sent here to investigate and confirm information but wasn't exactly sure who he could trust and whether or not this was even the correct place to start his investigation.

Stepping out into the sun, Chase gasped.

The view was spectacular. Before him stood a waterfall of pools all flowing down into one another.

"Amazing, right?" Chase's private tour guide asked, stopping for a moment to take in the view.

"Yeah, it's like a private oasis."

"That's the idea," Levi said as he continued walking. "La Maison de M is a private establishment where men can come to relax and unwind and enjoy themselves. The amenities offered here are unlike any other offered around the world. Whatever you need or want, just ask. One of the staff members will be more than happy to get it for you or make it happen. Here, your needs and desires are our number one priority," Levi said, stopping in front of a lounge chair and gesturing for Chase to make himself comfortable.

A moment later, a smooth little twink appeared, shirtless, wearing tight red shorts and holding a notepad.

Chase took in the handsome young man. Both of these men were exactly his type. He had a thing for cute little twinks, especially those he could pick up and toss around the bed.

"Nathan here will be your personal server today. Anything you need, please feel free to let Nathan know."

"So, is this why we filled out that questionnaire when we checked in? So that you would know information about us and our personal preferences?"

Levi gave Chase a sly smile. "You're an intuitive one. Yes, our mission here is to service your every desire and make your visit with us as enjoyable as possible. The questionnaire gives us a very basic idea of what your interests are and which type of men you are attracted to. Isn't it nice being served by a guy that you just want to bend over and rail all night long?" the boy said with a cheeky smile.

Chase felt his cock begin to thicken. He certainly wanted to bend Levi over the edge of the pool and ram something between those bubble butt cheeks of his.

"I see I've made my point," Levi smirked, nodding toward the chub in Chase's swimsuit.

Damn fucking tiny European swimsuits.

"When you're done enjoying yourself by the pool, let me know, and I can give you a tour of La Maison if you'd like."

Chase looked up at the gorgeous man before him. He didn't want their interaction to end.

"Does that mean that you won't be joining me?"

Levi chuckled. "We usually like to let our first-timers settle in and peruse the menu when they first arrive." He gestured behind him at all the young men circling the pool—some in barely-there Speedos, others wearing nothing at all.

There were all different types of guys around: big, small, twinks and bears, some hairy, some smooth. There seemed to be a sample of every flavor imaginable. They really did cater to every type of taste one could have.

"I think I'd feel more comfortable spending some time with you," Chase said with a slight blush of his cheeks.

He wasn't sure what he was doing but knew that he didn't want this wonderous creature to walk away.

The boy gave Chase a smile that warmed his belly and sent a bolt of excitement right to his dick.

Wow. Talk about enchanting.

How long had it been since he'd last gotten laid? Two? Three months?

Perhaps he should have drained the pipes before coming to this live-action porn set. Seriously. Watching the guys walking around this place, knowing that they were there to service every need, every desire, was such a hard thing to pass up. But he was there for a purpose. He needed information. People's lives were at stake, and bad guys needed punishing.

"If that's what you'd like, Mr. Harwick," Levi said, taking a seat in the lounge chair next to him.

"Please, call me Chase."

"Can I get you two anything to drink?" the young server asked, focusing just on Chase. Chase had actually forgotten that the man was even there.

"Umm, can I get a rum and Coke?" Chase asked without even thinking about it. Shit, if he was undercover, perhaps he should have ordered something a little more high-end.

He looked over at Levi, who just smiled. "And I'll have a chocolate martini, please, Nathan."

"Yes, sir," the boy responded, nodding his head before rushing off to get their drinks.

Levi shifted in his seat and turned his body so he was facing Chase. "You're not like the other men who come to this place."

Chase blushed. Thirty minutes into his assignment and he was already busted. Damnit.

"Oh? How so?" was all he could think of to say.

"Well, first off, you"re not as confident and conceited as most of the other high-powered men who come here. Judging by how embarrassed you were showing your dick off in that Speedo earlier, also says a lot. And, just for the record, you have a very nice piece that you should be very proud to show off. Had we not just met, I would have dropped to my knees and blown you right in front of that mirror. But what can I say? I like to get to know the man attached to the dick a bit first before I swallow his cock whole."

"Wow, you're very open and honest."

The young man shrugged.

"I try to be. What's the point of hiding who we really are and what we really want? Seems like a waste of time and energy. I know that I'm not everybody's type, and I know that I won't be able to always get what I want, so why waste time pretending?"

"And what is it that you want?" Chase asked, staring into the young man's enchanting eyes.

The young man sat there, motionless. He seemed surprised that someone would ask him such a basic question. Slowly, his lips turned upward into a flirty smile. "That's a story for when we know each other better. Today, it's all about you, Mr. Harwick, and whatever it is that you truly desire."