7. Chase

The air was thick with the smell of sex and debauchery. All around him, music blared while men whistled and cheered. To his left, two Maison boys were making out with a balding Arab man, while to his right, another dancer was giving an Asian gentleman a lap dance.

He was standing in a den of sin, watching as each man gave in to his fantasies, enjoying himself and giving into his inner urges.

Up on stage, two dancers ground against each other while a third guy played with one of their asses. Men sitting closest to the trio groaned as they watched with hunger the live show unfolding before their eyes.

Throughout the room, Chase watched as each young man used their body to hypnotize the men around them and transport them to a fantasy land in which they became one with each of the dancers.

It was a Saturday night, which meant that La Maison deM was at its rowdiest. Packed to the brim, Chase watched the sea of well-dressed men flaunt over and pamper each of the men who graced their presence. Young men played with and tempted each of their potential suitors while enjoying the drinks and handfuls of cash being shoved into their underwear.

"Right this way, Mr. Harwick. Tonight, Mr. M would like you to enjoy our VIP lounge area—on us, of course," a strapping young man with a thick Russian accent said as he escorted Chase through the club and into the VIP lounge area.

"Wow, this is… something else," Chase gasped, still floored by how amazing the place was. The magic, the beauty, the sexual energy flowing through—it was all so intoxicating.

He sat down on a semi-circular couch and made himself comfortable. There were two bottles of Dom Pérignon champagne chilling in a bucket of ice next to the couch.

Jesus, this guy spares no expense.

"I hope you don't mind a little company," Matteo said as he approached Chase.

Wearing another well-tailored suit, the man's perfectly-styled hair didn't move as he sat down next to Chase. The man looked like a 1950s movie star, with Italian good looks, a perfectly squared jaw, and lips that could tempt the devil himself. He couldn't have been any older than forty-two but still maintained the body of a thirty-year-old.

"Not at all. The company would be nice," Chase said, hoping that no other exotic animals would be joining them. Chase still hadn't recovered from his last encounter with a wild animal. Who keeps a tiger as a pet?

Matteo pulled a bottle of Dom from the bucket of ice and poured them each a glass of champagne. Bubbles rose to the top of the flute as Matteo passed Chase one of the glasses.

Chase had to admit, he never felt so fancy. Yes, he was essentially sitting in a whorehouse filled with naked men and raunchy sexcapades… but he was sitting here in a suit, sipping champagne with a dude who basically owned a fucking castle.

"Saluti," Matteo cheered in Italian.

"à votre santé," Cheers, Chase responded, trying to rehash all the French he had learned in high school.

In Canada, they taught kids French instead of Spanish in school since French was the official second language of Canada. Thank you, Quebec!

Matteo nodded, looking every bit as handsome and powerful as ever. "So, how was your dinner?"

Chase took a sip of his champagne, wanting to know what all the fuss was about. Everyone always boasted about how good Dom Perignon was.

He let the liquid roll around his tongue, trying to take in every sweet note he could. Holy hell, this shit was delicious! Okay, now he understood why rich people went batshit crazy for this stuff. And they set out two fucking bottles!! Shit, tonight he was getting fucked up like a baller!

Eyes falling back on Matteo, Chase suddenly realized he'd forgotten to answer the man's question.

"Oh, shit. Yeah, the food was excellent. I've never had steak quite so flavorful and juicy before. My compliments to the chef."

"I'll let him know. Pierre always loves hearing positive reviews of his dishes. Being French, he takes great pride in his work and each meal that he creates. Each of his dishes was created using his own artistic flare."

Taking another sip, he stared at Matteo. "It sounds like you're pretty close to your staff."

Matteo adjusted his shirt, making sure there were no wrinkles, and then crossed his right leg over his left.

"Yes, I like to think of all my employees as family. Many of the dancers you see here tonight live permanently at the chateau."

Chase snorted. Of course, they did. He probably fucked them each on rotation. A different cock in his bed every night. Not a bad gig.

The man sitting next to him didn't miss his side-smirk.

"It's not like that, Mr. Harwick. Yes, occasionally, one of the dancers will come to me looking for some love and attention, but any sexual activity we participate in is mutually desired. Many of these dancers are people who I have helped in one way or another. Whether it was providing them with a safe place to live and gainful employment or helping them escape an abusive household or unhealthy environment. Many LGBTQ+ individuals are forced to live in households that are not supportive of their sexual identity and often find themselves at the hands of violence or verbal abuse. I try and help by providing resources and contacts that they can use to help get them out of unsafe or unhealthy environments.

"There have even been a few who I've sent to rehab for alcohol or drug addictions when I first found them. Many were living on the streets, doing whatever they could to get their next fix. I offered these people a chance at an escape. A chance to get themselves clean and break the endless cycle that's been holding them down.

"Later, many chose to stay and become part of our unique and special family because they wanted to. Not because they had to. No one is forced to do anything they are uncomfortable with here at La Maison. It may all seem strange to you, but sexual activity and sexual exploration are much more liberal here in Europe."

"That's very commendable of you, Mr. Sabarino. Not many people would be so generous or kind-hearted. Most individuals just use people for their own gain."

"It's a symbiotic relationship I have with my family. I take care of them, and they take care of me. People fail to realize that if you treat people with love and respect, you will always have their love and loyalty returned."

Wise words to live by.

"I have a question. Why do people call you Mr. M if your last name is Sabarino?" Chase asked, remembering what the server had called his boss earlier.

Matteo chuckled. "Most of the guys working here are millennials. They don't exactly follow standard etiquette if you know what I mean. So, sometimes they call me M, short for Matteo."

Chase nodded his head in understanding. That made sense.

Down near the stage, the music changed, and cheers erupted all around the club.

"Now it's time for the real show to begin." Matteo grinned, eyes burning with heat and desire.

On stage, five dancers emerged, all dressed in black leather harnesses and matching mesh briefs. Each dancer stalked across the stage, bringing with him raw sexual energy.

Hands explored each other's bodies as each man licked and caressed and rubbed against each other in the most seductive and raunchy display known to man.

Men next to the stage leaned closer, hoping to get a better look at the hard bodies and bulging packages being played with on stage. Others grabbed Euros and began stashing them into whatever piece of material they could reach.

It was a frenzy of flesh and desire and cash, each man trying to get the attention of one of the dancers.

But one man stuck out from all the rest. The way he carried himself. His confidence. His raw, animalistic moves. The way his body contorted and each of his muscles flexed as he moved.

It was all so… erotic.

"Wow," the word slipped out of Chase's mouth before he even realized it was there.

Then, the young man turned to face the VIP section. It was him—the purple-eyed deity.

Holy hell.

The man was the embodiment of sexual energy. His flat stomach, his toned physique, his perfectly tight bubble butt. Jesus Christ.

Chase's pants had suddenly become extremely tight.

"He's quite the dancer," Matteo said, nodding toward Levi or Vixen, as he liked to be called while performing on stage.

He told Chase that the name made him feel empowered, and it made him feel sexy—like he had every man's attention focused on him, and he could make them do whatever he pleased.

"Yeah, he certainly is." Chase couldn't disagree. His cock was already at full mast and dying to break free.

"When he first came to La Maison, he was timid and hated being the center of attention. He lacked confidence and didn't think that he was good enough. But, as he got to know his brothers and the guests here at the chateau, my little Vixen emerged from his shell," Matteo explained with pride in his eyes. "He asked to be trained by one of the greatest burlesque dancers in all of Paris, Monsieur Lavigne."

The man said the name like it should mean something to Chase. He had no fucking idea who Monsieur Lavigne was or what the heck a burlesque dancer was. When he worked as a police officer, they were called to strip clubs and bathhouses to break up fights or arrest unruly people, but in all his time on the force, he had never arrested a burlesque dancer or whomever.

They watched as Levi and one of the other dancers made their way toward them. They looked like lions moving in for the kill. Those were one set of ass cheeks he wouldn't mind being smothered to death by.

"Hey, boys," Levi teased as he and his companion stepped in front of Matteo and Chase and proceeded to give them both a private show.

"I'm glad you stayed," Levi whispered as he leaned in and brushed his cheek gently against Chase's.

The sweet smell of lavender and cherry blossoms surrounded them, making Chase's cock even stiffer than it already was.

Smiling, Levi turned and lowered his body into Chase's lap, being sure to grind down hard on Chase's massively hard dick.

Chase moaned.

Feeling Levi's soft ass through the thin material of his dress pants was torture. Torture to Chase, but heaven to his cock.

Fuck, there was no way of hiding just how aroused he really was. These were the times when having a big dick really sucked. People around you tended to notice when you popped a boner.

"Mmm, seems like someone is enjoying the show," Levi noted as he grabbed Chase's hands and placed them on his hips. He began grinding his ass back and forth in Chase's lap, taking in the full length of his cock.

Holy shit.This boy's ass felt amazing.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Chase whispered. He could feel his mushroom head rubbing in between the cheeks of Levi's ass.

He glanced over at the man beside him and watched as the dancer unzipped Matteo's dress pants and pulled out his swollen cock. Matteo let out a moan as the boy gripped his dick and began moving his hand up and down. Licking his lips, the boy leaned in and began kissing his boss"s neck.

"You like that?" Levi asked, bringing Chase's focus back on the bubble butt that was working his dick like it was starved for attention.

"Fuck, you know I do," Chase managed to get out. He wasn't sure how much longer he could sit here before he blew his load and ruined his pants.

As if sensing Chase's dilemma, Levi lifted himself and turned to straddle his lap instead.

Their eyes locked together, and they began breathing in the same air.

Staring into those majestic purple eyes, Chase felt his body begin to separate from his mind. He was losing control over his body and was left at the mercy of this mythical creature and his commands.

"Anyone ever tell you, you look like a kind and angry rottweiler?" Levi asked with a smirk on his face. He reached for Chase's zipper and began unzipping his pants.

Time stood still as Chase battled the angel and demon within him. The demon wanted nothing more than to flip this twink onto his back and pile-drive his cock right into his tight little hole. He didn't care who was watching or who might see the fucking of a lifetime.

But then there was that pain-in-the-ass angel that kept reminding him that he was on assignment and not to fuck potential suspects or witnesses. He needed to stop thinking with his dick and get the information they needed in order to stop a psychopath and save countless lives.

But then again… his dick… so hard… hot sexy man… gripping his dick…

His dick was going to hate him and probably not speak to him for at least a week. God damn angel.

Pulling away from Levi was the hardest thing he ever had to do.

"Sorry, my sexy demon, but we should probably stop before I paint that hot little outfit with something warm and sticky."

Levi's breath caught in his chest, and his body stiffened against his. He managed a slight smile, but Chase could see the look of disappointment plastered along his face. It was heartbreaking. He looked like he'd just been told that he wouldn't be getting any dessert after dinner.

Well, in a way, that was kind of true. No dessert. From him, at least. Who knew what other horny rooster might be knocking on Levi's hen house before the sun came up tomorrow.

Chase pulled out a fifty from his pocket and slid it into Levi's mesh underwear. He gave Levi's ass a quick squeeze. God, that ass is perfect.

"Thank you, sweet cheeks," Chase said, leaning in and kissing Levi on the cheek. The boy gave him another half-smile.

"You too, sweetheart," Levi responded, giving Chase a quick peck on the cheek before turning and exiting the VIP section.

Next to him, Chase watched as Matteo laid back and got his dick sucked by a muscle boy in a black harness. The boy moaned and swallowed deep as Matteo shot his load down the dancer's throat.

Fuck, this place was wild.