Indecent Exposure (Private)(18+)

[Sathenus]

Name: Kario Teschu

Age: 22

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Height: 5’10

Weight: 135 lbs.

Bio: Kario grew up watching his parents struggle to support him and his two siblings, an older brother and younger sister. As a middle child he often felt he was ignored and not given as much attention as the other two. From a young age he noticed that his body gained the attention of others around him, just never really understood in what way. All through school he struggled to keep up academically with others around him. Though his parents always managed to provide for them there were often hard times when there was barely any food in the house. After finishing high school Kario attempted to make a better life for himself, not wanting to continue to live every day not knowing if he was going to be able to support himself the following day. It was the knowledge of his parents still struggling that made him realized he would have to resort to some rather… unconventional methods to support himself.

 

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Kario stretched his aching muscles, it had been awhile since his body had been used like that. Every joint felt like it was unhinged as he slowly slipped off of the bed. It was another rough day already but he couldn't complain no matter how rough things seemed to get. The reason behind that being that at least he had a roof over his head and working here meant he was well cared for. In a sense of course. He still had to earn his keep, and often times it left him exhausted.

 

Part of him truly didn't mind though. It was flattering that other men were drawn to his body. He definitely used that to his advantage and he was never surprised when a client returned and suddenly became a regular. As he slipped off of the large bed to clean himself up and relax a little before he had to do it all again. As he cleaned himself up he couldn't keep his mind from wandering back to what brought him here in the first place.

 

The more he thought about it the more he realized that he truly didn't understand how he found this place. It was literally an underground business, so exclusive that only clients of big money even learned of its existence. There were three types of "cards" that belonged to the brothel. Each one revealed the clients wealth, public standing and who referred them.

 

Silver was the lowest card, members within this range were normally not in the public eye much, but had a good figure income. Usually these clients where high up in a business. Gold followed, these members were usually in lower politics with large salaries. Kario had serviced one of these members only once. The reason being none of the other guys in the man's category had been available and the business was known for not making their members wait. The last card was black,the members were normally held high in the publics eye either because of politics, positions in charities and CEO's of large companies. They were also known for having large incomes. It was these members that Kario served.

 

Every member was given a few referral cards with their member ID number to keep things completely secure and confidential. Cards were only to be given to those who the member knew could keep the business a secret, could afford the services being offered and could truly benefit from the services being provided. It was safe to say new members were a rarity but much appreciated.

 

He was just finishing up and had just turned back to the room closing the door to the attached bathroom behind him. Access to the bathroom was usually only provided after each client, and in the morning before the day starts. It was to clean up and of course go if they had to. He had barely settled himself back into the middle of the bed when a rap was heard in the door. This was the only warning that a client was about to enter. The man lead in by one of the brothels owners was someone Kario had never seen before. Which probably explained why he was being escorted versus being told to head on up. It was a rarity especially for him. He couldn't remember the last time he had received a new client.

 

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Devon Ashfield

Gender: Male

Age: 38 years

Height: 1.85m

Hair colour: blond

Eye colour: gold-brown

Sexual orientation: homosexual

Occupation: Governor

Biography:

Devon was born into a rich family. His dad is the owner of a huge corporation and his mother a top lawyer who had worked for his father before they married.

 

His childhood and youth was rather unspectacular, he went to an expensive private school, got into an elite university and graduated.

After that he worked in the corporation of his father as his vice and the one who would inherit his empire when he would retire.

 

Corruption and the idea that money could solve every problem and could buy everything had been prevalent in his life since an early age and he knew that his father was suborning politicians for them to decide in favour of his business.

One day his father wanted to go a step further though and he decided that it would be even better to place his own son into a position of power as a way to make sure that he would get what was best for their corporation and the family.

 

While Devon was exited to enter the world of politics – it had just seemed so much more interesting than the usual business – it made his life change completely and not only for the better as his private life was going down the drain completely.

His homosexuality was a problem all of a sudden and his father demanded from him to do the right thing a smart and successful person would do and don’t pursue any relationship with another man anymore as that would keep him from being elected into any important position in the party but also in the state.

 

The man’s upbringing made it clear what he would chose so he did how his father told him and even attempted to create a token family. At one point he even got married to a woman but his marriage turned into a disaster as he just couldn’t have sex with her. She had married him because she had thought he was simply a little more traditionalist than others and wanted to wait until after marriage but when he didn’t made any attempts to touch her after two month of being married she initiated it and he tried but he just couldn’t do it as the female figure in his bed turned him off completely.

 

When his wife was getting sour after that thinking that he found her ugly and didn’t even like her he tried again by doing it from behind so that he didn’t have to look at her and could think of a guy instead but trying to have anal sex with her ended in an even bigger disaster and he just earned a slap in his face.

 

After three years and a relationship that had gradually become worse on a personal level as well she divorced him, making his father go rampage as he found that a divorce didn’t look good, would offend some religious voters and was a bad timing as Devon was running for governor the first time at this point. He also complained that his son still had not managed to reproduce.

 

Devon on the other hand didn’t know if he even cared about it and just focused on his career as always and got elected despite his divorce and he was even surprised that his wife, who had come to hate him, hadn’t run to the media telling them every little detail about their bad excuse for a marriage. He later found out that his father had blackmailed and threatened the woman as well as her family to keep her “dirty mouth shut”.

 

At age 38 he was the governor running for re-election and was about to inherit the corporation as his father wanted to retire.

He was drowning in work, was stressed out but his work was everything that he had. He didn't have sex to release stress, he didn't have a loved one to share his life with and to stand by him, there was no family of his own and it was nearly impossible for him to meet people as he would have been recognised if he would have walked into a bar or registered at a dating website. All of that was too risky.

So while he was successful, powerful and influential, he also was a lonely, stressed, frustrated, angry and sad man at the same time.

 

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The black Mercedes with the tinted windows parked in a subterranean garage that belonged to a specific, exclusive building. For a garage it was luxurious and it was only available for the members of the establishment he was going to visit for the first time now.

Governor Ashfield got out of his car with huge black sunglasses that covered his face. Overall his appearance was somewhat different from usual and he had intended to look as different as possible.

He hadn’t combed back his blond hair as he always did in public, he wasn’t wearing his black suit with a white shirt and a black tie he was wearing a grey suit, a black shirt and a silver tie instead.

The man had even put on a hat even though he didn’t like wearing hats and wouldn’t do that in his everyday life ever.

 

Hearing every step he made he walked to the elevator and while he was waiting he was stepping from one foot onto the other.

Devon had never been to such a place before, he had never made use of the services of a whore and the whole situation, especially the thought that someone could catch him going there or that another client could recognise him made him nervous. His palms were sweaty when he got into the elevator. To his dismay the modern and luxurious elevator was covered with mirrors.

 

Looking at himself he decided to take off the stupid hat already and now he was rubbing his sweaty palms onto the hat he held in his hands. The thought that he had to see a prostitute was embarrassing to him and he had never thought that it would ever in his entire life come to this.

He was an attractive man, he was successful and under other circumstances he would probably get enough company but now he was there. A high-ranking politician who would buy some guy for sex!

And he didn’t know what awaited him or how it would be. Sure his father and some of his friends had celebrated parties with prostitutes and strippers in the past but Devon had never been invited. Of course not, why would his father invite his gay son to anything his dad thought was fun?

 

When he arrived at the right floor he was greeted and welcomed by really accommodating men who took his hat away for him and did the usual polite small talk. The governor, still nervous as hell, was good at hiding how he really felt and he didn’t even come off as slightly nervous or disorientated. He was diplomatic and even though he had never done that before he kept the facade that he was proficient.

He gave that black shining card to a guy behind a counter and he remembered how he even got to that card. Apparently that ancient senator had seen right through him. That old man had told him that he had been much like him as well when he had been younger and he had noncommittally recommended him to visit this place and become a member if the stress and the frustration were getting too much. The man had been discrete about it; of course he had, because even though he was that old he didn’t want to lose his position through a scandalhimself after all.

 

Ashfield couldn’t stop thinking that this was wrong, that it shouldn’t be like that and that if it had to come to this that this was not a good timing. He feared that this could backfire horribly especially since the electoral campaign was in its full swing and the media hated his guts and would prefer seeing his opponent win.

Claris Miller was her name. She was not even a politician; she and her husband were running a small bakery. He didn’t even understand how they could nominate someone like her who was by no means qualified for the job, nor was she as successful as he was, she didn't even went to university. Granted, her father didn’t own a corporation but still. The unfortunate thing was that she seemed to be rather popular with the poor as well as female voters regardless.

She also showed off her picture book family to the world and talked about education and children a

lot.

Devon had no family to show off and he had no clue about the public schools, he had never seen a public school from within and he didn’t really want to. The only one he had to bring to stage was his rich father, a charismatic businessman who would use any means for the success of his son and his corporation.

 

The governor had told his father that he wanted to defeat Claris fairly and that he didn’t want him to defame and derail her but he knew that his old man wouldn’t listen. He would play the cards he had to play to get Devon re-elected whatever they were. One time he had asked his father if he just had wanted him to become governor that he could reprieve him would all of what he had done in the name of his business come to light. And that had been the first time his father had used violence against him by hitting his son, a grown man, in the face.

 

Trying to shove the thoughts of the campaign and his job aside he followed a man through the corridors which were decorated with unique and expensive artworks.

Everything was clean and reminded of a European baroque castle, he liked the architecture of it but admiring the building and the art didn’t rid him off of the nervousness that got stronger the closer he came to the door that would lead him into that room to the whore that was awaiting him.

 

When the door was opened he slowly stepped inside. “Have a nice time.” The man who had accompanied him there said and Devon nodded before the door was closed behind him.

He turned to the huge bed that stood in the room and his golden-brown eyes behind the sunglasses saw an incredibly handsome young man sitting there. The governor examined him closely for a while before he stiffly said:” Hello!” and added:” What’s your name?”

 

Taking a deep breath he led his hand to his sunglasses and the nervousness was running wild in him.

Did whores see the news? Did they care for politics? If he would take off the sunglasses would the handsome fellow recognise him as their governor? Thinking about that didn’t help so he just took off the sunglasses and let them disappear in his pockets. Looking into the whores face he hoped to see whether he knew who he was or not but he knew that it was probably wishful thinking to even consider that he was that uninformed about what happened in their state.

And if he didn’t know about politics he probably knew his face from the posters anyway.

 

Thinking about the campaign again he thought about his opponent. She was not the one standing somewhere in a brothel now, her eyes on the barely covered body of an attractive young man.

She was probably sitting at home with her husband and her children. He felt pathetic.

This man was probably more than ten years younger than him, he was stunningly handsome and he probably just saw some horny rich old fart close to forty in him.

 

He walked up closer to him and he didn’t know if he was supposed to just sit down on the bed or if he had to wait until the other would tell him too. He just didn’t know how that game was plaid.

To not look too out of place he just decided to sit down next to him and his tie felt painfully tight all of a sudden. “Do you have any rules? Any boundaries? Something I need to know?” his deep voice sounded in his usual diplomatic tone of voice as if he was talking to a journalist.

Then he suddenly remembered something that he had heard once. “Is it alright to kiss you or do you reserve that for the one you love only?” he was curious, his eyes wandering over the others body and he understood why that man was a whore for the high-society. He was incredibly desirable and he really wanted to touch him. Realising that he averted his eyes for a moment, staring at his luxurious wrist watch before he looked back at the other man again.

[Sathenus]

There was an overwhelming sense of nervousness present in the room; it seemed to envelope everything making Kario overly aware of its presence. It was odd to say the least that someone would be so nervous about what would be taking place. Was this maybe… unwanted? That thought alone made him frown, he had never tried to service someone who had not wanted to be here, but maybe once things got started the stranger would lighten up and enjoy it more? It made him curious as to what was making this man so nervous. For a moment he felt self-conscious his eyes roaming over his bared form. He was sitting on his knees in the middle of the bed; a soft comforter was covering just the front of his lap just barely covering the bottom of his hips and lower pelvis. The rest of his body remained bared to the room and this new member.

 

Pride in his own body was one of few things Kario had going for him, so he was never bothered with the fact that it was almost constantly bared to others. That and as his eyes took in this stranger he had to admit the older man was attractive as well. That of course would make servicing him truly his pleasure, versus doing so just because he was expected to do so. There were some clients who would return that he had to admit he often had trouble forcing himself to service. Mainly because one aspect or the other completely turned him off, whether it was their personalities and the way they spoke to him or their looks. Kario tried his best to not let looks dictate his feelings about someone, but sometimes he couldn’t really help it.

 

Finally the man spoke after what felt like hours but was surely just a few minutes. It didn’t even matter that the greeting came out rather stiffly. The man wanted to know his name? It seemed a bit trivial but who was he to deny the man? “Kario.” He replied with a small smile hoping that it was enough to ease the man just a little. That and it was hard for him to make out the expression on the other’s face, with his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses he wasn’t sure where he was looking or what the gaze was hiding. Cocking his head to the side ever so slightly he watched as finally the man made a move to remove the sunglasses and let him see what was hiding behind. When they were removed he was even more confused as to why he was hiding his face. Instantly he felt his heart speed up, this man truly was a handsome guy and it didn’t even matter to him that he was so much younger than the member. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had older members before him.

 

It wasn’t long after the sunglasses had been removed and slipped into his pocket that the stranger moved towards him seeming to hesitate once he reached the bed. At first Kario didn’t understand why he had hesitated. Was he not attractive enough? Did he not please the man’s eyes? Was that why he was hesitating? Was the member second guessing himself? These were insecurities that popped up, it wasn’t like anyone who had ever been brought to him had left unhappy or had not liked what they had seen and he didn’t want that to start now. As he sat though he listened to what was being asked of him.

 

“Rules?” He questioned as if that was a foreign concept to him. “We aren’t allowed any… not outside of the businesses own rules…” It was strange to think others had rules. That was one thing that he had been told when signing his contract. He was not to deny any member anything unless the request broke the rules already set. Members were free to do whatever they wanted within reason. The boy who serviced them had to be left in the same condition as when they arrived. That meant no lasting marks could be left, no blood could be drawn, no injuries could be inflicted. A bruise here and there was not a problem; they would disappear leaving no trace.

 

Averting his gaze at the mention of if the other was allowed to kiss him he felt the light blush coloring his face. “You can kiss me if that’s what you want. I don’t have someone I love.” There was no reason for him to deny the man that right. He did not have anyone to reserve it for, and to him it was no big deal kissing others. Why would it be? His job was to give them whatever they wanted, and a kiss was honestly the simplest thing he could provide. Kario noticed the man suddenly look away from him and glance at his watch. Reaching towards him he rested his hand gently on the other’s arm and once more offered a smile. “How about we take your mind off of what’s bothering you. If you keep looking at your watch I’m going to assume I’m not doing something right.” Kario enjoyed having other people’s attention, if it was turned away from him he was going to assume he was not doing something right and was losing the other’s attention. That was unacceptable to him.

 

Since the man had asked if he could kiss him it lead Kario to believe that was what the man wanted. Leaning forward he had to raise himself off of his knees a little in order to press their lips together in a sweet kiss. He didn’t deepen it yet not wanting to cross any boundaries that the man himself might have in place. As he kissed him he raised his other hand allowing his fingers to run along the man’s jaw before moving down his neck to undo the tie. “Let’s make you more comfortable.” He murmured against the other’s lips not caring that his lap was no longer covered. His eyes were slightly lidded as he skillfully undid the tie and removed it before reaching to unbutton his suit jacket.

 

Though Kario wasn’t exactly sure what the man wanted him to do in the form of service he knew that before he could do anything he should at least make him more comfortable. In order to keep the other comfortable and eyes on him he gently led one of the other’s hands to his own body encouraging him to touch wherever he wanted. He had not been blind to the stranger’s eyes wandering his body and the desire he had seen there. Was it perhaps he had been fighting his desires to be with another man? If that was the case then he suddenly understood the nervousness that was being presented. But Kario would be lying if he didn’t say he hadn’t experienced it before.

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Devon was surprised at the reaction of the man named Kario towards his questions. He had expected that it was a thing that prostitutes had their own rules and no-go’s.

But apparently he was just confusing the other with his inexperienced behaviour that probably wasn’t common amongst his clients. The governor asked himself whether the dark haired man had ever had a client who had never been to a brothel before.

 

He found the answer to his second question more interesting than surprising and he also was able to relate to the part of not having anyone he loved. While their positions and life’s couldn’t have been more different they actually had this in common. “I see. I was just asking because I have heard that many prostitutes would never kiss their clients and considered it a deal breaker. I found this interesting as they are doing so much more than that but a kiss is too intimate, too private for them to offer. I asked myself if maybe that is because sex has another status to them.” He spoke and when he realised that he was starting a discussion about some topic now because discussing issues even with strangers was just what he did, something easy and familiar to him in contrast to that situation, he stopped himself. It wasn’t like he was there to give the other a speech or have a debate with him and the whore wasn’t there to listen to his stuff and was most likely just thinking ‘When will that dirty bastard finally shut his boring trap and won’t be wasting my time any longer’ or at least that was what the blond thought he was thinking. “Nevermind!” he quickly added and was trying to fight off his nervousness.

 

His golden eyes looked at the attractive young man and he shook his head. “No. You’re not doing anything wrong. Even though I try to not look like an idiot I’ve never done that before. Being with a prostitute that is.” He admitted because it would explain his obviously rather different behaviour to the other. He had wanted to try to come off as someone to whom that was nothing new or special as he didn’t like it when people noticed that there were things he had no clue about but it definitely hadn’t worked. He had just acted strangely and being nervous, even paranoid didn’t help coming off as an average client as well.

By not trying to draw any attention towards himself he probably had done just that. But he couldn’t help it. Even though there wasn’t any evidence that Kario knew who he was, and if he did he didn’t show it, it was still possible. Beside that there always was a chance of someone recognising him and if that person was just ill meaning or wanted to get something out of it for themselves they could shamelessly use that against him for eternity.

 

And then there was the situation itself. Ashfield wasn’t prudish and he had always been rather confident in himself when it came to sex but that was different because it wasn’t mutual. Kario didn’t desire him. He had bought him with his money and he would service him. Like a jukebox. Put some money in and it will play your favourite song.

It wasn’t like with the guys he had slept with in university or that secretary of his in the corporation before he had been into politics he had a completely sexual relationship with.

 

The only time he had been that nervous and embarrassed had been when his father had caught him fucking said secretary on his desk as he hadn’t had a clue how his father would react to him being gay.

It had turned out to not be a big deal anyway. His father had said it hadn’t been a surprise and that his mother and he had already suspected that since a long time. And that it nearly had been clear to him when out of all the hot secretaries he could have chosen from the applications, he chose the only male for a female dominated profession.

Maybe this would turn out to not be a big deal too. Then again his sexuality had started to become a problem when it had stood in the way of the plans of his father.

When he had gone into politics it had even come as far as some of his ex-boyfriends or lovers blackmailing his family threatening to reveal his gayness to the public with some thorny details. They hadn’t calculated in that Devon’s father was free from scruple and that they had no chance of beating the man at his own immoral game. One of the more persistent and implacable ones of his former lovers had actually had a tragic deadly accident a few weeks later.

 

Taking his mind away from his life for a moment was a tempting thought and he was glad when the black haired man leaned over to him and kissed him as he wasn’t sure how to approach a whore. Feeling the handsome man’s soft lips on his made him ease up some and he soon took over the kiss, deepened it and dominated the others tongue with his own. The frequency of his heart beat went up and he desired more and more intense touch as he felt starved from touch.

 

“Yes!” he breathed, his voice now less diplomatic and more honest, more longing before he connected their lips again and curled up his tongue around Kario’s. Feeling the tie go was a pleasant thing and he couldn’t wait for the other to remove his other items of clothing as well as they felt restricting and confining in that very moment.

 

When the other placed his hand onto his body Devon understood it as a permission to touch him. His hand was running other the other’s chest, faintly touching his nipples and then caressing the side of his torso before his fingers went over his abs. His skin felt smooth and warm and he wanted to explore the others body some more.

 

The governor placed his other hand, the left hand, on Kario’s knee and let it run up his thigh until it grabbed the cheek of the others nicely shaped arse. Disconnecting their lips to breath he looked into those brown eyes of the prostitute and he wanted that whole thing to be as normal, as natural as possible. He didn’t want to see him as or fuck him like a whore without any consideration of how it felt to him.

 

It relieved him that he couldn’t find any hints or signs that the other was grossed out by him or him touching him and he let his lips move to the others throat and neck, kissing and sucking it and letting his tongue run over the whore’s Adam’s apple. His right hand that was running over his body moved down further and touched the bared crotch of the younger male before it took a hold of the other’s cock.

 

It had been quite a while since he had touched any other dick than his own and feeling it exited him. Kario’s dick was somewhat smaller than his own what was good as he didn’t like it if the man he was sleeping with was larger than he was. He also had that thing of not finding dicks that were too huge aesthetically pleasing, something that other’s he had talked to couldn’t even remotely relate to but Ashfield was a peculiar guy in more than just one way.

[Sathenus]

After how his new client had been acting Kario was not surprised to have found it this really was his first time in a brothel seeking services. Fair enough. He’d just have to do his best to show the man that he didn’t need to be nervous, and that this was exactly what he needed. Granted, Kario wouldn’t argue against any of the men he called clients finding love and someone of their own even if it meant less money for the business. He felt it was more important for people to be happy then go sneaking around to have sex with other men and risk being discovered for it. Even if the business was seclusive and though many people go by it daily almost no one really knows what the business is.

 

To him that made him feel like anyone coming here should feel even more secure about no one finding out what it is they were coming here for. At least once their lips were pressed together he felt the older man’s nervousness disappear. It wasn’t long before the kiss was dominated by his client and Kario instantly submitted to it. The honest response to him removing the man’s tie had him chuckle softly, he was glad that the brown-haired man seemed to want him to undress him. Knowing that’s what he wanted he continued to do so, undoing the buttons and slipping the jacket of the suit off just as their lips met again. Once more dominance was exhibited through the kiss and Kario submitted to it like he always did.

 

The had running along his chest just barely touched his nipples, they touched enough to send small sparks of pleasure through him but not enough to bring him more than that. Enjoying the feeling of the hand exploring his body he was only slightly aware of the other’s left hand joining his right though it started at his knee. Kario had just finished unbuttoning the white shirt and pushed it off the man’s shoulders when he felt one hand grab his ass just as the kiss was broken and their eyes met. His breath had become noticeably faster while they had kissed but he appreciated the chance to admire the other man. Not long after the kiss was broken the other’s lips pressed against his throat and neck kissing and sucking bringing soft moans from him. He really did like it when people paid attention to his body, and his neck did have a few sensitive spots that helped get him going.

 

For a moment Kario just enjoyed the mouth on the soft skin of his neck, not really focusing on much else until one of the man’s hands found its way to his groin and then his cock. A deep pleasured moan escaped him this time as he pushed up into the hand that was stroking him. It didn’t take him long at all to reach achieve full hardness, his body so used to being stimulated that it never took long to get him going and ready. Not to mention he was normally ready to go the moment a client walked through the door. Reaching down he started to swiftly undue the older man’s pants with skilled fingers. He had done this so many times that it was easy and it within seconds they were unbuttoned and unzipped ready to find their way to the floor.

 

Kario allowed himself to enjoy the hand on his cock for a few more strokes before he reached down and stilled it, leading that hand to join the other on his ass. If he allowed the stroking to continue then it wouldn’t be long before he was reaching climax and he would hate for this to end too quickly. Now that he was hard and his body was wanting it was time to finish preparing his client. Reaching down he slipped the other man’s cock out of the confines of his clothes stroking it himself until it was fully hard. Now came the deciding factor, whether Kario was going to give the man a blowjob before they had some fun, or if his client wanted to jump right into sex. For all he knew the man could even want to continue to explore his body first, it really was up to the stranger after all.

 

Personally, he didn’t mind even if his body was already anticipating having him inside of him. He didn’t need any prep having been used multiple times already today. He cleaned himself up well enough that there was no trace of any of the other men on him, but his hole was still prepped and ready to take another cock or anything that the client wanted to put inside of him. Only his first client of the day really got the fun of prepping him for sex and the knowledge that doing so also meant they were preparing him for every man he’d be servicing the rest of the day. There was a side of him that wasn’t really seen by many because of that. The brothel opened early meaning he had often dealt with a few truly upset clients who realized they had been beat to being his first of the day. Kario never minded and in the end they all left satisfied.

 

Shifting on the bed he helped the man out of his pants and boxers now that he was hard and despite the lips still paying attention to his throat. Once he was free of those articles of clothing Kario reached up to gently run his own hand along the other’s chest. “What would you like from me first?” He asked softly wanting to make sure he provided only what the other wanted. Experience told him not everyone enjoyed receiving oral, while others only wanted that. It meant that he made sure he knew what the client liked and wanted from him before moving forward. The more he dealt with the member the more he could service them without being directed and do exactly as they want.

 

Clients were after all allowed to do whatever they wanted with him, and he would olidge and do his best to service them in whatever way they wanted. At least the man seemed much more into it now, the nervousness had seemed to vanish and he could see that the man truly wanted this. 'I wonder how long he's been pent up for.' Kario thought as his eyes remained locked with the other's. Maybe most would have missed the sexual frustration in the other, but he was not most people. While he knew masturbation could bring someone their release and in the end a bit of relief he knew actually having sex with someone was really the only answer. That was probably why so many high up men came here, it granted them the sex they wanted and fed their dark desires to be with another man. Though Kario was not the kind to judge especially with his position and all he knew men that were in the public eye often and held important jobs and titles were not gay. Any indication that they were could quite easily kill their career and their name. Being far from stupid he understood that, it was the reason the brothel existed. Provide the services these men needed and feeding their deep desires while remaining secretive and keeping such desires out of the public eye. The amount of money they could charge because of this was truly just a big plus.

[-Hideki-]

The noises and soft moans coming from the young man resonated well within him. They seemed real and glancing into the other’s face he actually seemed to enjoy him stroking his dick and touching him.

Before Devon had thought that what he would buy was in every aspect an act, an illusion and that the prostitute would probably sound like a porn star with overdone fake moans and screams of pleasure to convince him of something even though he hated the job like the cleaning lady who had to clean the toilettes in the headquarters of the corporation and it surprised him positively that this was not the case.

 

He let his hand run over the other’s length faster when he felt how the whore was thrusting into it. Kario was already rock hard when he rubbed the head with his thumb, let it circle around it and played with the other’s foreskin. The pulsating dick in his hand was dripping precum and he enjoyed teasing it and getting the response from that stunning body of the dark haired man and being able to see the face he made while he moaned.

 

The governor’s lips went further down from his neck leaving a road of kisses down to the young male’s chest.

His tongue was playing with the other’s nipple before he lightly and playfully pinched them with his teeth.

Devon only looked up when his right hand was suddenly led to Kario’s arse as well as his other hand.

For a mere second he was confused and then he got that this was to prevent him from making the other come just yet.

 

The blond looked down when the black haired was reaching for his trousers. In the blink of an eye he was unzipped and the young man was getting his cock out of his boxers. A small shiver ran through him by the touch only and when the whore was starting to stroke the shaft it was like small electrified needles were piercing his skin and were loading him up. His temperature was rising and he started to breathe heavily wanting more of that. This was so much better than jerking himself off so that he could sleep when he was horny and he thanked that ancient eighty years old senator who hated the word retirement as much as cat’s hated water and who had recommended him this place because he realised how much he actually was missing sex and intimacy in his life right now .

 

It also reminded him of what he, that senator and probably plenty of other gay politicians, leading and public figures had to give up and deny themselves in order to not lose their position. Not only sex with someone who really wanted them too but also companionship and love.

He was 38 now and there was a wish to settle down with someone, a wish he hadn’t had back in university or when he had started his political career but that now was there. But he knew that it would never happen. Devon would never have someone to share his life with.

Would he still visit that brothel when he was eighty as well? Would he be that terrified of retirement too? And more importantly was it all worth it?

Ashfield kinda wanted to ask the senator that. He wanted to ask him if he regretted that or if his career had been worth the loneliness and the humiliation of needing to buy affection and sex?

But he wasn’t sure if he should because he thought he knew the answer already and it would not be a simple black or white one.

 

Thankfully his thoughts were blown away by a swell of burning pleasure that was running through his hard member and he heard his charismatic bass voice letting out a deep groan of satisfaction.

Sitting on the bed heavily breathing he realised that Kario attempted to strip him off of his trousers and boxer’s and he willingly assisted him with that.

Governor Ashfield wasn’t embarrassed by having his complete body exposed to that young and extraordinarily handsome man. He knew that he had a good body himself and that there was nothing that he needed to hide there.

 

Even though most politicians didn’t look too great Devon had always thought that being attractive and dynamic was a plus so he took an effort to keep himself in shape. The governor had a personal fitness coach and before his dad had - once again making an unbidden interference in his life - gotten him a new one because he had seen a threat in the former one.

His former personal fitness coach had been an attractive, ripped guy with a good sense of humour. Not only have they been on the same wavelength that dude had also been perfect fapping material and he had really liked watching him when he had shown him a new exercise.

And his bloody father had replaced him by a female coach with an annoyingly high-pitched voice that reminded him of Mickey Mouse whose sense of humour he didn’t get. Wasn’t fun and he didn’t like his exercises anymore.

Devon had actually had fought over that with his father who didn’t seem to deign him even the most harmless fun in his life out of fear his son could fall for someone and he had tried to get that guy back as his coach then but he had already taken some famous actor as a client and he was stuck with the chick now.

 

Ashfield liked the touch of the other man’s hand seductively running over his chest but his dick felt somewhat abandoned and was throbbing impatiently and greedy. When the governor was asked what he wanted the prostitute to do for him first his mind was overflowing with stuff that he wanted to do with that hot guy in front of him like there had never existed anything else but sex in it. And in that moment that was probably very true. Devon was heated up, he was horny and being as sexually starved as he was didn’t make the decision what to do first any easier. On one hand he longed for ramming his thick cock into the others tight cute hole immediately and on the other the thought of having him sucking his dick and looking at him with that handsome face set him on fire on the inside.

 

So the blond kissed the other another time before he decided that he wanted the other’s tongue swirling around his dick as well and not only around his own tongue. Gently and without using much strength he was directing him down while he was positioning himself somewhat differently and more comfortable for the both of them, making it extremely obvious to the whore that he wanted him to give him head without even having to say it.

 

“Fuck yes!” he moaned when he felt the others tongue on the head of his cock and when he took it into his wet hot mouth. His golden-brown eyes were closely watching that sexy face that was sucking on his dick hard as the sight turned him on. Having his blood boiling and rushing through his veins he let out groans and moans between his heavy breaths. His fingers were buried into Kario’s straight black mane of hair while he was thrusting deeper and deeper into the man’s throat spilling precum. The tightness around the tip made pleasure run through him like thunder and he was automatically without really noticing it pressing the others head closer.

 

Devon didn’t want to climax just yet, he wanted that feeling to continue for some more but he couldn’t bear it any longer. He bumped into the black haired another time and pulled out of his throat to explode right inside of the prostitute’s mouth, clenching his fingers inside the other’s hair groaning loudly.

When he pulled out his dick the head was still covered in cum and it dripped onto the bed sheets.

With a racing heart and sweat glimmering all over his body he looked into the face and the dark eyes of Kario when he saw a drop of his sperm running down the corner of the younger man’s mouth.

The governor wiped it away with his finger and then offered it to the other to lick it off of it, his dick still in a semi-erect state and his eyes still hungry and burning of lust.

[Sathenus]

Kario had to admit that not all the clients he had knew how to elicit actual responses from his body. Yet here he was with this new client who seemed to be able to draw real reactions out of him with even the simplest touches. It was maddening really. How easily genuine moans and pleasured sounds were drawn from him. Even those lips pressed to his skin seemed to make his skin feel more heated. The little attention that was given to his nipple before it was playfully pinched between the man’s teeth had sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine. All the touches he received were perfect and made him look forward to serving him and returning the favor.

 

Once his client was completely bared to him he had to admit he felt his mouth water. There was no doubt in his mind before that the man was handsome and attractive, but now… now he was even more attracted to the man. It pleased him even more to see that his own touches were received well. After all he wanted to make sure that his client was satisfied and he didn’t want to make any moves that would ruin that. Once he had made it known he was waiting to hear what the man wanted from him first he just remained in his spot watching him with a curious gaze.

 

Eagerly Kario returned the kiss, his eyes locking on the other man’s and he noticed the look in his eyes before the kiss was broken. A hand gently started to direct him down, his eyes going to the member that was hard and wanting and noticing the fact that the older man was resituating himself. That was all he needed to know that he was meant to take it into his mouth, a silent answer to the question he had asked. Once it was in front of him he stuck his tongue out taking a tentative lick of the head of the cock presented to him. Deciding that he liked the taste he didn’t hesitate in taking the rest of it into his mouth, using the years he had spent working in the brothel to his advantage. Tongue swirling around the thick member in his mouth and chuckling softly at the man’s reaction.

 

Kario was pleased with the reactions he was drawing forth, so much so that he couldn’t help but keep his gaze locked on the older man as he worked on the length in his mouth. Though he hadn’t really been expecting just how deep into his throat the other could go he didn’t make any sort of complaint. With every breath he sucked in his throat constricted around the cock buried inside of it. This caused sounds to be drawn from him as well, sending vibrations up the member. He was kind of glad that someone was enjoying what he could offer so much. What he wasn’t quite prepared for was when he received only a couple more thrusts of the other’s hips before the member was pulled from his throat just to fill his mouth with the man’s seed.

 

Doing his best to swallow everything his eyes remained locked on the other’s gaze as he did so. A moment later he released it from his mouth not remotely blind to the fact that the head of his cock was still covered in cum dripping it onto the sheets beneath them. Kario had to admit that was a very attractive sight, in fact his mind was so focused on that to where he hadn’t noticed that some had managed to run down from the corner of his mouth until it was wiped away. When the finger was offered to him to clean up he did just that, not hesitating to lick up the digit before taking that into his mouth to make sure he cleaned it properly. Even if this was his job it didn’t mean that it couldn’t be more intimate than someone just being used for sex. Just because most of his clients saw him as a sex object didn’t mean they all did.

 

Right now, he felt like he could be more of an actual partner than just someone being used to get off. Once the digit was cleaned off completely and he was sure he had done well doing so he released it. Now that he had gotten comfortable between the other’s legs laying more of on his stomach while he had worked he had to admit he had a great view of the cock in front of him. Even though it was just semi-erect he knew that they weren’t done yet. The lust in the eyes that were still watching him made that quite clear. Leaning forward he licked at the length before him figuring it was the best way to entice the member to return to its full glory. The more attention he paid to it the more he couldn’t wait to have it inside of him. The length seemed perfect, the girth he knew would stretch him and that was something he was very much looking forward to.

 

The more he thought about what was about to come the more his stomach seemed to flutter with anticipation. Once he had gotten it completely hard again he sat up once more his eyes inspecting the view before him and bringing a smile to his face. “I think you’re more than ready to move on now. Don’t you?” His voice did nothing to hide his excitement about what was ahead of them. Why would he not be excited at this point? Shifting he changed his own position so he was leaning back on his elbows, spreading his legs to make sure that his client had a great view of his ass. Raising an eyebrow he spoke, “Is this position okay? Or would you like me some other way?”

 

With this being his job and all he knew that what one person may like another may not. So he never tried to assume that one position would please someone. Kario found it safe to pick a position and offer for him to be moved into a different one if the member did not appreciate the position he was already in. One thing he did know though was that he would not be able to wait much longer.

 

There was a part of Kario that knew he would only continue to be here and serve clients in this sort of way for as long as he was young and looked the part. Once he got to a certain age he would be “let go” and forced to find a new way to support himself. It wasn’t an appealing thought especially considering how much his body had come to crave everything that went on here. The nights were sometimes troublesome as his body would ache for what it wasn’t getting. To think of a future where he would once more be struggling to support himself all because he was too old to continue to serve as a prostitute wasn’t something he wanted to think about. Even if it was in his future it was something he felt like he could worry more about when the time came for that. Right now, he could just enjoy the fact that things wouldn’t be changing anytime soon.

[-Hideki-]

The golden eyes of Devon were examining Kario and how the other without a single moment of hesitation licked the cum off of his finger and the sight turned him on more making his eyes shine in excitement and desire while he could feel the blood rushing down into just the direction he needed it too even before his member had received stimulation again. The young man cleaned his finger perfectly and swallowed the remaining sperm down while sucking on his finger leaving the governor even more thrilled when the other was laying himself onto his stomach and faced his dick.

 

When he felt the black haired male’s tongue on his cock again his body temperature and heart beat that had cooled down a little rose again and he exhaled noticeably through his nose, letting small smothered moans escape his mouth as he enjoyed how the other caressed his manhood. It didn’t take long until he was completely erect and hard as rock again and Ashfield was about to go crazy from his desire. He wanted to do that hot guy named Kario, he wanted to be inside his sweet little arse and fuck him until there was nothing left on his mind than he and his thick cock.

 

By the time the prostitute concluded that he was ready to go all the way he was so excited and heated up that no heater was a match for him and to his surprise the other seemed to be craving this too. The whore seemed horny and excited for his dick. He would have never thought that this would happen and he was starting to enjoy his visit more than he had ever imagined. The governor had not thought that he would really be able to enjoy being with a prostitute at all. The blond had thought that he wouldn’t have been able to get rid of those ‘He is only doing that for the money. For him you are only a walking talking dollar bill.’ thoughts of his and that that would make him feel uncomfortable. But the thought wasn’t really present in him at that moment as he didn’t have the feeling that he was treated like a piggybank full of paper money. And he knew what that was like. He knew what it was like when the people only saw the money but not the person who owned it.

Rich or has a rich daddy was and had been the first vocabularies that he was associated with by many people and he didn’t like it at all. The governor also was trying to keep his wealth out of his politics and his campaign but they brought it up over and over and over again. And what was even worse the media treated it as if it was a bad thing that he was rich and his opponent was not. Why couldn’t they just treat it as if he had done something right to become successful and to ear that money?

 

His eyes that were burning with desire like those of a hungry beast were lying on the younger male’s body while he watched him change his position.

The black haired was leaning back onto his elbows with his leg’s spread widely for him and it gave him a really decent outlook of that gorgeous body that was reminding him of art. Enjoying the sight of the other his eyes were wandering over it starting with the others face and stagnating at the arse. It really was a delicious sight and he felt a flame of lust burning inside of him when he saw that rosy whole of the black haired man.

 

Ashfield was leaning over to the prostitute, stroking and caressing the others body, tracing his muscles with his fingers. “The position is just right. I want to see your handsome face while we do it.” He let the other know and this meant that he really found the other attractive. When he was really into someone he liked to see their faces and have some eye contact and that was why he had never been too fond of fucking someone he considered as pleasing the eye doggy-style. It just felt like he was missing some great view.

It was actually the opposite of what his ex-wife thought about him. She thought he was lacking affection and was rough, careless and egotistical in bed, she also thought he was perverted, even though it had never come to them actually having intercourse. The woman had been frustrated and angry with him because he hadn’t been able to have sex with her so he had tried to make it work somehow. He had turned her around so that he hadn’t had to see the body and had imagined a hot guy instead attempting to fuck her from behind but she had already lost it when he had tried to prepare her arse. She had thrown a tantrum hit him and asked him if he had lost his mind and had become completely insane.

The governor hadn’t understood that and when he had asked a straight friend the guy had laughed and told him that to most women anal-sex was a huge taboo and that they also didn’t enjoy it as they didn’t have a prostate.

 

The blond kissed the whore’s lips with a heated passion, letting their tongues dance for a moment before he kissed his jaw and then nibbled at the ear.

Breathing heavily he rubbed their dicks against each other and he enjoyed the feeling of two hard cocks clashing together and touching like some swords in a fight. His hand was stroking Kario’s thigh before his fingers were teasing and touching his hole. He knew that he didn’t have to prepare the other and still he wanted to tease him a little and make him crave his dick much more.

 

When he thought he had fooled around enough, he put the other’s legs over his shoulders and slowly shoved his thick member up the others lewd hole.

He remained with his full length inside for a moment, letting the other’s arse adjust to his dick and enjoying how the whore’s muscle was clenching around him. It was quite obvious that he used his hole a lot but it was still tight enough. Then he started to move slowly at first but soon getting faster and harder aiming right for the black haired man’s prostate.

 

Like a hammer coming down on a nail he was penetrating Kario’s prostate over and over again without mercy. Enjoying the electricity and the pleasure running through his own body he was even keener on making the other erupt like a volcano. The more the others body reacted and the more twisted in pleasure and lust Kario’s pretty face was the more ambitious and heated Ashfield got. Vigorously thrusting into the other ramming against the whores sweet-spot he felt an overwhelming sensation as well and was automatically going even faster and harder his balls slapping against the younger man’s arse.

 

He wanted to make the other’s body melt due to the feeling he caused him, he wanted the other to remember him out of all those guys who fucked him daily.

If he couldn’t have a guy who desired and loved him and he had to become a regular costumer at an upper-class brothel instead he would at least be the best fucking client this guy had. He wanted to be Kario’s favourite.

And this was a typical thing for him. He had always wanted to be the best in everything he did. Just doing it wasn’t enough for him. Devon had wanted to be the best in school, the best at chess, the best at the debating society, the best at golf, the best at everything. The man was an ambitious and competitive individual and most of the time he actually had achieved his goals, well aside from the golf he had sucked at that horribly.

[Sathenus]

Absolutely loving the way the older man watched him when he had moved into position for them to have sex, Kario couldn’t help the small smile that crossed his face. The look of desire and the hungry way he followed his movements were just to good for him to ignore. It was great, knowing that he was desired just like he was currently desiring the other. Having such feelings returned would make this much more appealing than being seen as a sex object. That was not what he wanted people to think of him as, even if that was essentially what he was. His services were sexual in nature and mainly ended with sex, that didn’t mean all he wanted was for men to think of him as an object to be used that way.

 

Even if he was good at hiding it he had other feelings. There was more to him than the boy that sold himself to other men and had sex with every client that walked through that door. There was a deeper aspect to him just like anyone else. It was a little depressing that no one seemed to want to know that other side of him. But he didn’t really focus on those thoughts since he just about always had more pressing matters on his mind. Kario hadn’t realized his mind had gone awol on him until it was drawn back to the forefront of his mind when he felt his client’s hands on his body. Stroking and caressing him making his skin feel even more heated wherever they had touched.

 

There was a slight rosy coloring that sprouted up over his cheeks when he was told that the man wanted to see his face while they had sex. Though he was glad the position he had settled in would work for the other man he wasn’t used to being told that they wanted to see his face while doing so. Kario naturally assumed that when the men were fucking him that they had a different face in their mind, that person that they secretly loved and wanted to be with but for whatever reason couldn’t have. He had never really thought that any of them would actually want to take him in such a position to see how he reacted to being taken. It was arousing, and he felt his heart speed up.

 

The kiss he received was returned with just as much passion and desire as he was given. His body was excited and anticipating what was about to happen, and the more he thought about it the more he couldn’t wait for it. His breath was heavier once the kiss was broken, feeling those lips against his neck before the teeth were nibbling at his ear. His breath hitch in his throat when he felt fingers teasing and touching his hole. Of course he needed no prep, something he knew that the man was aware of. Still, the teasing touches and contact sent lightning through his system making him crave the other’s cock inside of him even more. Kario didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out before he would beg for it, especially with the hand around both of their lengths as they were rubbed against each other.

 

He was leaking profusely by now, his own member was slick with fluids and shiny in the light of the room. The sight just made him even more breathless. It felt like hours before the teasing touches stopped and his legs were hooked over the man’s shoulders followed by him hungrily watching his client align with his entrance. He did have to wait long before it was being slowly pushed into him, Kario was able to feel every inch as it sunk in as well as the slight stretch of the man’s girth. His only regret was that he had been used enough already today that he didn’t get to feel the full stretch of the other man like he was so desperately craving. Still, he would at least make this work especially as he shifted slightly what little he was able to shift to get used to the feeling of the man inside of him.

 

Each person he had sex with was different, something that was both pleasing but a bit trying on his body. Because of the clients he had his body did not mold itself to fit just one shape. It did mean some men were just naturally uncomfortable to him, while others seemed to fit and fill him perfectly. His current client seemed to fall under the latter category. It wasn’t long before he started to move slowly, pulling out just to push back in and allowing him to get used to the feeling and length even more. As the thrusts started to speed up so did Kario’s breathing and heartbeat. His heart was ramming against his chest, almost as if it was trying to escape, and his lungs seemed to struggle to pull in the necessary amount of air.

 

The assault on his prostate made him wither, deep pleasured moans escaping his throat followed by occasional whimpers and whines when his prostate was hit just right and with such force. His insides seemed to clench and convulse around the thick member inside of him every time his prostate was hit so roughly. As if his body was trying to ensure that the member never left and continued to abuse the bundle of nerves and drown him in what felt like a never-ending sea of pleasure. Back arching he groaned trying to fight back the urge to climax already, he didn’t want this to end that easily. He had since fallen back onto the bed, no longer supporting his torso with his elbows as one hand fisted in the sheets, the other he had against the man’s chest. His hand running along the other’s torso whenever he could get his mind to focus enough and form a coherent thought.

 

One thing was for sure he would be thinking about the older man even after he left today. With his body being used in such a manner it would be nearly impossible for him not to be on Kario’s mind. Pulling in a ragged and shallow breath Kario struggled to get his clouded and pleasure filled mind to focus. His body was just a few well places thrusts away from losing control and falling over the edge. Despite his attempts to hold his climax back he just couldn’t hold out against the way each thrust made him feel. There was almost no time for him to prepare before the next thrust was pushing deeply into him with enough force to make him sure he’d be walking funny. If he thought the man before this had used him and made him feel unhinged he had been sorely mistaken. The feeling of the man’s balls slapping against his ass was just a bonus, it just made him enjoy each movement even more.

 

Despite knowing that his client’s pleasure and needs were supposed to come first it was hard for him to not release when it felt more like the man was truly trying to please him. The way he was drowning in wave after wave of pleasure made it seem like it was the man’s true intentions and that he wasn’t using him just for his own pleasure. With a strangled sound and an attempt to warn his client of his impending orgasm his insides seemed to suddenly clench tighter making the next thrust even more prominent. It was in that moment that he cried out his release back arching and eyes widening as his body gave in to the pleasure no longer able to fight it off. He could feel the way his muscles twitched and hugged the dick inside of him, feel his own seed shooting out with each spurt making him groan as his eyes drifted shut.

 

His body was so used to being used and fucked that he didn’t need anything more than his ass being fucked to reach climax. His own dick didn’t need to be stimulated, in fact, all he needed was a good balance between force and stimulation to his prostate and he would climax for anyone. With that being said, he had never released that much before. His own chest and torso were covered with his own release, and he had to admit he was shocked by just how much there was. Still he worked his muscles like a pro trying to keep his ass tight and inviting for his client wanting to feel his release as well. Since he had received his own he had to deliver and help the man finish as well. He would make a terrible prostitute if he didn’t get his clients off and to a great finish themselves. Even if every thrust after his own release made him twitch as his nerves were overstimulated.

[-Hideki-]

Seeing how the young man was drowning in the waves of pleasure his actions were causing him pleased Devon and the satisfaction Kario felt satisfied him. The lusty expression on the other’s face as well as the moans and the arse that was greedily clinging onto his cock were inflaming him even more.

Ashfield’s body was completely electrified as he was running wild on the other penetrating his hole without a break, his deep groans sounding through the room together with the whore's as if they were chorusing.

 

The more he pleasured the other the tighter the grip of his muscle became around the governor’s member and it was striking him like thunder but cumming wasn’t an option, wasn’t even on his mind as long as he hadn’t made the young man orgasm. And he was doing just that as only a moment later he felt the black haired man’s hole strangling his dick and then his golden eyes saw the other’s dick shooting sperm like a fountain cumming all over his own stomach. It was a hot mess of a sight and it was a whole damn lot of cum that the blond hadn’t expected from a guy who had probably had sex about ten times that day already. Or how many clients did whores have per day? He didn’t know but that reaction of the young man’s body he sure took as a huge compliment for his skills of pleasuring the man he was with.

 

Smirking contentedly he thrust into the other again whose muscle was trained enough to still clench around his cock as if it wanted to suck everything out of it. Ashfield leaned himself over the other to kiss and reach his lips as he knew that this was probably quite much for the other's body at this point. Dragging Kario into a wet kiss his body was touching the others and he didn’t care that he was covering himself with the black haired man’s sperm as well.

 

The kiss was as wet, lewd and heated as it was short as Devon groaned into it and he needed to get some breath as his muscles became tense and he felt that he was close to exploding inside of the other. His whole body was burning and his fingers buried themselves into the man's skin when he saw lightning and erupted like a firework filling up the other’s arse with his cum. The blond gasped and breathed heavily and his heart felt like it wanted to break out of his body every moment. He looked into the prostitutes face and grinned when he pulled out his dick.

 

The governor examined his work and his eyes blinked watching his cum leaking and dripping out of the other’s hole and he liked what he saw there. Rolling over to the side he rested on the bed for a moment giving himself some time for his breathe and heartbeat to calm down again. He was sweaty and oddly satisfied in a way he hadn’t been since a very long time. Winning elections or getting his ideas pass made him triumph and boosted his ego for sure but that was a completely different sort of satisfaction that wasn't comparable.

 

He was enjoying how empty his head was in that moment as if his rather stressful and difficult life didn’t exist in his mind right now. Not even the paranoia was back just yet. It really was a rare thing as he was someone constantly thinking, even over thinking things. Ashfield had always been a strategically minded person and he had always asked himself questions going through his everyday life that other’s didn’t even think of or cared about. He had also been good at talking and arguing for his point. He knew how to get a point across and he usually thought whatever he had to say through. His mother had always said that he would have made a great lawyer like she was one as well but his father had argued that he was his heir and would inherit the corporation with which he would become much more successful and important than as a little lawyer.

 

Devon had even managed to be under the top three students of his semester at an elite university and yet his political opponents liked to paint him as a dumb spoiled brat. He could probably even have been twenty years older and they would still do that. He hadn’t given anyone any reason to and still they liked to mock him saying that his father was the brain, the genius and he was just some minion of his dad and the corporation not smarter than a dog whom had been given too much money. And it angered him, not because he thought he was stupid, he knew that he wasn’t and he was a confident person in general but because he knew that he probably wouldn’t get out of the shadow of his father and that made him mad as he wasn’t someone who could handle standing in the shadow of someone else. He was too ambitious for that what he ironically had gotten from his father. But that really was where he was. The name Ashfield was synonymous with his father’s empire, the empire his old man had built and even though he was the governor everyone saw the strings of his father and the corporation behind him and that was actually true to a huge extent.

 

In that moment all of that, his responsibilities as a governor as well as the campaign, Claris Miller and the upcoming election was gone from his mind, swept away by the pleasure and relief he had just felt.

He shifted himself to the side and smiled while he looked over the other’s body and then into his face.

It had become seldom those days that he smiled. There was not much that made him smile as he always hated campaigning and he would be happy if it was over and he would have won and could do his work for another four years.

The only occasions on which he smiled were photo shootings for posters or when he talked to the voters and those smiles were an act, they weren’t real.

 

His hand reached out for a box of tissues that were standing there and when he got one of the tissues he wiped the cum away from the other man’s stomach before he took another one and cleaned himself.

“Is there a shower I could use? I wouldn’t really like leaving all sweaty and stained like this.” The blond wanted to know and he thought that a place like that that was catering to the most influential, powerful and rich in society would provide that.

“If there is one you can accompany me and I can help you to clean yourself, Kario.” Ashfield said in a flirtatious way letting his finger slide inside of the hole filled with his cum making another swell of sperm leaking out onto the bed.

He wasn’t sure whether showering together was something commonly included in the prostitutes services though.

[Sathenus]

A grunt escaped Kario when he felt how deeply the older man was sinking into him. His body wasn’t sure what to make of the continued stimulation after already reaching his own climax. His hand tightened its grip on the sheets beneath him as he tried hard to ensure that his body was still providing the stimulation that the other needed to reach his own climax. His eyes locked on the other’s when he leaned towards him, their lips meeting in a wet kiss. Eagerly he returned the kiss, moaning into it despite its briefness. It wasn’t long after the kiss was broken that he felt the man releasing inside of him, filling his insides and making him moan one last time. Trying to calm his heavy breathing he relaxed back against the sheets once more, eyes half lidded as he met the other’s gaze.

 

For some reason or another this experience was oddly more satisfying than it normally was for him to service someone. It was strange for him to realize that. Until now he had figured it was always going to be the same old thing, a client would come in, he’d service them in any way they wanted and they would climax and leave. Yet… this wasn’t like all those other times. It was had been much more intense and fulfilling. His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of the older man starting to pull out of him, as they broke free of each other a shiver raked down Kario’s back making him groan. He could feel the semen leaking out of him and onto the bed a feeling he was quite familiar with at this point. As the other settled himself on the side of the bed he just allowed himself to relax even more.

 

Kario used this as a chance to look over the other again admiring the naked body still bared to him. Both of them had worked up a healthy sweat after their activities together. Watching the man turn to face him he returned the smile, he was always happy when his clients were satisfied. What he wasn’t expecting was for the other to wipe off his chest after grabbing some tissues from the box beside the bed. It wasn’t necessary, though it was appreciated. Shifting so his head was resting on his arm he listened as he was asked if there was a shower. “Certainly, we in no way expect you to leave sweaty and dirty.” He replied with another smile. Moving to get up he was stopped by the feeling of a finger slipping inside of him and more of the semen that was filling his insides leaking out. His face blushed a dark shade of scarlet at the lewd way it leaked out of him, but he was sure it had been expected considering how full his insides felt.

 

Kario’s eyes darted away attempting to save himself even a small sense of dignity, considering what he was an all he didn’t have much to begin with. “I would… ah… love to join you.” It was a weird offer. None of his clients offered for him to join them in the shower, much less offer to help him clean himself up. Especially since doing so would only be helping him prepared for the next client. Usually once his clients had been satisfied they cleaned up and left without so much as a glance in his direction leaving him to clean up and make sure everything was ready for the client to follow. He wasn’t about to refuse the chance for them to spend more time together, and it was strange how taken with the other man he had become after such a short period of time.

 

Rising to his feet and ignoring the feeling of even more semen trickling out of him and running down his thigh he reached for the other’s hand and lead him into the bathroom. Shutting the bathroom door behind them he turned to get the water going. “Is there a particular temperature that you would like the water at?” He asked as he leaned forward to turn the knob. He personally normally showered in lukewarm water, but he was not about to say his own preference. This after all was not about him, it was still about his client and ensuring he was left completely satisfied with his visit to the brothel. Straightening up he turned to face him again leaned over to press their lips together in another brief kiss. “I hope I’ve satisfied you today. And hopefully enough to where I’ll see you again?” It was not like Kario to question if a client would return. After his climax and all the pleasure he had received, how could he not? Already he wanted to see more of the man, wanted to have him come back and wanted to be able to please him again and again for as long as the other would have him.

 

It wasn’t like he really had anything to look forward to when he worked here, his days were a lot of the same thing over and over again. Nothing really new happened, at least not until today. This was the first thing that had happened to break the mundane routine he had grown accustomed to. New clients weren’t common, and when they did happen Kario normally wasn’t lucky enough to be the one to receive said client. It wasn’t like he was really complaining. It was just the fact that the same old thing day in and day out got old.

 

Once the water got to the perfect temperature that he had approved with the other man Kario stepped under the spray reaching for the other and gently pulling him forward before closing the shower door behind them. He did have to admit it was a rather large shower giving them more than enough room. Big enough for Kario to take a step back and allow his eyes to rake over the naked body before him watching the water run down it. Now that was a sight he was sure he would never get used to. Humming his approval at the sight before him he found himself gently biting his bottom lip. How could he not appreciate such a fine and built body? Especially in a situation like this. That wasn’t to say he didn’t appreciate the bodies of the other men he serviced, but he could definitely appreciate this body much more. Clearing his throat in an attempt to stop his mind from running wild again and his body from getting excited he tried to focus more on them cleaning up instead. Still he couldn’t stop himself from running a hand along the other’s body here and there.

[-Hideki-]

Devon chuckled seeing the young man’s face blushing a deep crimson shade of red because of how much his hole was leaking. He found both the huge load of his sperm dripping out of the black haired prostitute as well as the embarrassed response to that really sexy and while the whore averted his eyes from him the blond was observing every centimetre of his body.

 

Hearing that Kario was willing to take a shower with him made him smile widely another time and he didn’t even realise that he had asked something weird of the other again and that his question had surprised the whore.

To him this felt like a win and he didn’t see it as helping the other to prepare for the next guy who would be fucking him but he saw that he was getting the chance of spending more time with Kario and of getting some more exclusive and really intimate kind of touch with the younger male that those other dudes didn’t get. It was like a bonus to him and he sure as hell liked bonuses.

 

The governor sat himself up and rose from the bed with the sheets covered in his sperm paying close attention to the other man who got out of the bed as well. His eyes shone in an animalistic way and he got turned on again by the sight of his sperm running down the handsome and lewd body of that young male like that. Ashfield willingly let the other take his hand and lead him into the bathroom, his eyes fixated on that cute arse of the man he had just had sex with.

It was sad in a way but the thought that he had had sex again after such a long time of abstinence sounded nearly unrealistic inside of his head and there still was the chance that his alarm clock could wake him up and he would be greeted by his raging boner caused by that incredibly hot dream.

 

The bathroom he was led into was neat and hygienic but it was nothing near the standards he was used to from his mansion, the hotels he stayed in or what he had grown up with. It didn’t even have a bathtub as huge as other people’s kitchens and he was certain that this shower couldn’t give him a massage.

His showers could do that again since he had gotten divorced. He had replaced the massage showerheads with normal and cheap showerheads before because his wife had abused the other ones for pleasuring herself and it had disgusted him to the core. That he had done that had not only embarrassed and ashamed her, it had also given her another reason to hate him even more. She had hated him so much that she had after their divorce started a relationship with one of his greatest enemies, Theodore Parker, the guy he had beaten at the former election, only to publically humiliate him without drawing the revenge of Devon’s father onto her and her family. If it weren’t that the people would laugh and mock him with the fact that his rival was having his way with the governor’s ex-wife he would have thought that the both of them deserved each other.

 

Thankfully the sight he got when the other leaned over to turn the knob and the sound of the water running turned his thoughts away from showerheads, his ex-wife and Theodore as the latter two were a huge turn off and always unpleasant to think about. He wasn’t even sure if there were other people he disliked just as much as Theodore and his ex-wife and he couldn’t think of any. Not even Claris Miller.

When he was asked about the water temperature he still didn’t took his eyes from the other and just shrugged. “As long as I’m not getting frozen or boiled it’s fine.” He let the other know and this really was one of the things in which he was uncomplicated and didn’t seem too spoiled at all.

 

As Kario faced him, pressing his lips onto his again for a short moment he let one hand run over the other’s waist to his arse and the other brushed over his abs.

The blond older man got a fluttered feeling that he couldn’t explain when he heard the other asking him in such a seductive way. Somehow he would have liked to punch himself for that feeling as he suspected that this was just a marketing strategy and he wanted to be smarter than that and less naive but he couldn’t help it.

He also couldn’t stop himself from getting flustered at the question itself because he knew that he would definitely return as he had enjoyed it and on the other hand he hated the fact that he was even looking forward to that and needed to go there and buy that man’s services. He was still feeling ashamed of having to do that and he asked himself for how long that feeling would last? How long would he be ashamed and find it humiliating and when would it become normality for him? When would he just accept it?

 

“Yes, our encounter has been to my satisfaction. I’ll be honest and say that I never thought I could really enjoy this and I didn’t think of myself as the type of person for visiting a brothel, I probably am not after all, but I had a nice time and you’re going to see me again.” He answered and tried to hide the part of him that was uncomfortable admitting that.

 

After they finally had gotten into the shower the warm water pouring over his body had washed away that uncomfortable feeling again. He let his muscles relax while the water was tracing them. Shoving the wet blond hair back and out of his face he looked more like on the public stage with his hair like that now but he wasn’t really focussed on that in that moment and he wasn’t bothering whether the whore would recognise him or not.

 

Devon took some of the shower gel that was standing there and rubbed his torso with it and while he was washing himself he could feel Kario’s gaze on his body causing him to smirk. His golden eyes turned towards the other and they followed the water running over the other’s desirable body, tracing and caressing it where his lips and hands had been only a short while ago and he appreciated the sight, maybe even a little too much.

But that Ashfield desired the other was supposed to be that way, it wasn’t really interesting, what interested the governor much more was the expression the young man had when he examined his wet body. The way he bit his lip and had trouble preventing himself from getting too aroused and heated up again.

 

He felt the other’s touch on his body while he was pulling back his foreskin letting the water brush away the remains of his cum beneath it, his eyes still lying on the younger man. He turned around to him, took some of the shower gel and started to wash the other’s body without being able to keep himself from teasing his nipples and muscles while doing so. It still amazed him with how much desire and longing in his eyes Kario was watching his body and how bad the man was at trying to hide and repress it. That was not a surprise though as for a prostitute arousal was nothing that should be hidden whereas Devon was an expert at hiding his arousal, attractions and in generally repressing his sexuality as that was what was expected of him, to never let that part of him come to light.

 

“Do you look at all of your clients in such a heated, lusty way? Do you desire all of their bodies that much?” he breathed into the young man’s ear while his hand was doing the same to the other’s dick he had done with his own, just that he didn’t stop at that but was shoving his thumb under the foreskin letting it rub and circle around the glans. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing the black haird man's neck again, while two fingers of his other hand were entering the other’s hole moving to make the sperm run out of it. Being aware of the fact that this man, this prostitute actually desired him too made him enjoy that much more and even though there was money involved it didn’t seem too one sided at this point, maybe there was at least some kind of mutuality between them after all.

[Sathenus]

“I’ll be looking forward to you coming back to see me.” Kario replied with a genuinely pleased expression. He really was going to look forward to seeing the other man again and was glad that he had satisfied him enough to make the older man want to return. Even if he seemed to be a bit flustered when answering, he was pleased with the response. There weren’t that many clients that Kario truly wanted to see again, but this was different. He really had enjoyed the time with the blond man, he hadn’t had to fake anything or force himself to enjoy something unpleasant. He had to do that more times than he wanted to admit, and at least once a day. It was part of the job though, so he never complained or made it apparent that it was unpleasant. It wasn’t like that was something that he could tell his client and in the end it was only temporary so it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

 

It was just nice when he had a client he enjoyed and wanted to please. Versus someone he dealt with because it was his job to do so. Now that they were relaxing in the water he felt like he could comment on the older man not being the brothel type. “It’s perfectly fine not being the brothel type, I mean this isn’t an ordinary brothel anyway. Their services are only offered to the highest class of people, those high in the public’s eye, politics, or CEO’s of large and influential companies. Though you can view it however you want.” Shrugging he allowed his eyes to look over the hot body before him. The more he got to admire that built body the more he really wanted to run his hands over it.

 

The water really did add a new level of attractiveness. Watching as he brushed his blond hair from his eyes, Kario allowed himself to take the man in even more. This was an appealing appearance for sure. There was a small feeling he got in the back of his mind, like he should know who the man standing before him was, but he couldn't place it. After a few more seconds of trying to figure it out he truly just gave up. Kario knew little of what went on outside the brothel unless the men he was serving went off on huge spews about their jobs and how bad things were going. He was told by the owners of the brothel that it was best if he didn't know who all of his clients were, it protected their identity. That didn't stop him from getting curious, but he had learned that the clients had no problem telling him after they had grown more comfortable with the brothel and established their place among it's members.

 

Reaching out to run his hand over the older man’s body watching as he cleaned himself up. Kario was aware he had his client’s eyes still on him even as the man cleaned himself, and that was not something he minded. A soft sound escaped him as the attention was turned on him, feeling the way his nipples were teased trying to stop himself from getting to excited by the sensation that it gave him. It was hard to hide his body’s excitement, almost impossible as he shifted his weight. It wasn’t like he was expected to hide it, but it did kind of suck that it was so easy for people to tell if they were arousing him or not. That went double for if they couldn’t arouse him. It was tiring to have to try to think of something to get himself aroused when his client wasn’t enough to do so.

 

Kario felt himself losing his ability to keep his mind focused when the other man started speaking into his ear. “N-no… not all of them.” He admitted feeling his heart start ramming against his chest again. His breath hitched in his throat before he groaned eyes slipping shut. The hand on him as it helped clean his own member added with the two fingers slipping into him weren’t helping. Even if he knew that this was all to clean him up it was hard not to get aroused by the touches. Before he knew it his body was once more open and ready, and his member was hard and wanting more attention. Cursing under his breath he tried to get a grip on himself and his racing heart. Opening his eyes he looked up at the man leaning up to press their lips together again and loosely wrapping an arm around his waist. Allowing his hands to run over the bare body before him as they kissed.

 

When he broke the kiss, his breathing was heavy, but it was worth it. Taking in a shaky breath he tried to get his body to relax and calm down. “An amazingly handsome guy like yourself must really enjoy how easily you get me going don’t you?” Kario teased lightly as he forced himself to relax and get his mind off the hands on his body. As much as he enjoyed the touches and the fact that an attractive guy really was paying him so much attention he knew he had to stop allowing this to continue. At least for today. It was time for them to finish washing up, and unfortunately, time for him to see the other man leave. If they spent to much time together it would just bring one of the owners back up here and that was not something he wanted to do. Reaching up he ran his fingers through the other’s hair for a moment completely entranced by how soft it felt even when wet.

 

Blinking he gave the older man a small smile, “Lets finish making sure you’re all clean. I don’t want you walking out of this building looking like you just ran a mile.” With that he hoped to take the attention off himself. Looking the other over he made sure to help him finish cleaning up. Then the attention was turned back to him as he cleaned himself up, making sure there was no trace of the blond-haired man left on his body. It was a shame really that he had to wash all the evidence away, but it was a requirement. Stepping out of the shower and onto the mat outside of it he motioned for his client to follow. Grabbing a towel and started drying the other man off. Kario paid extra attention to the man’s lower half, even going so far as to kneel so he could make sure not even a drop of water was left. The only thing remaining was to get him dressed and this meeting will be complete.

 

After the man was dressed and they had returned to the main room he felt his heart grow heavy. A new and strange feeling. Normally he was happy to see his clients go, but this time he honestly felt bummed. Kario would love nothing more than for the man to stay, but it just wasn’t possible. Offering a smile he spoke, “I do really look forward to seeing you again.” This time, unlike all the other times he said that line, he truly meant it. He was required to tell all his clients that he looked forward to seeing them return, but this man was the only one he said it to with actual meaning. He hoped if his voice alone didn’t get that across that his eyes burning with true desire did. His body was still aroused and wanting, but it would have to remain that way until he was to be with another client. He had already climaxed twice in just one “session” and truly wasn’t sure he could handle a third. His body would have to go through servicing a few more men before his day was over and he could relax without worrying about another coming to take him until morning.

[-Hideki-]

Kario really didn’t have to tell him for which type of clients this brothel was because in a sense he was both of the examples the other had mentioned. He was a politician of a rather high rank and also was the heir of a multinational-corporation, a corporation that had swallowed a lot of influential companies that had originally belonged to other owners even in other countries.

His father really had built an empire and he would be the one to own it soon enough.

But even though this was right and it was a really high-class establishment the concept was still the same. Buying a clean and extraordinarily handsome whore in a luxurious environment for a whole lot of cash wasn’t any better than a construction worker fucking a whore in a run-down bordello after his afternoon beer in the pub. It was really the same and the fact that this was much more discrete, upscale, safer and cleaner didn’t mean that the act within itself wasn’t just as shameful or that this place was much different in terms of the services offered.

 

Devon grinned at those soft noises the other made when he was teasing him under the surface of cleaning him. Now, he really was cleaning him but he also enjoyed arousing and turning the other on again by playing with his body and pressing all the right buttons to heat the young man up again. When he left he wanted to leave him longing for him at least.

 

It didn’t surprise him that the black haired man didn’t desire all the men who came to him that much, he actually hadn’t even expected him to desire any of them, himself included, at all. He enjoyed how the other was reacting to him whispering into his ear like that and how he was able to feel the heart beating heavily in his chest as they were standing that close. All of that excited him too but he didn’t let it show that obviously. That pleasured groan that escaped the prostitute made him enter his fingers deeper into the lewd hole and his other hand was running smoothly over the length of the others dick thanks to the shower gel and water before he massaged the man’s balls.

 

Once more he was baffled how easy it was to get the other hard as steel and his body to craving sex. Ashfield could feel that his arse wanted his dick again as it clenched around the fingers that were entered to clean him up and that were teasing him because the blond just couldn’t resist driving the other crazy with lust and desire once more.

 

 

He just had to be cautious to not get too aroused when he was pulled into a greedy kiss himself, when he pressed the other’s body against his, feeling Kario’s hot pulsating cock pressed against his body while their tongues were nearly knotted together in that moment.

As they parted the governor found his own heart pounding like a hammer again and his breathe had become thicker.

 

The blond laughed when the whore spoke to him in that teasing way because he was right.

“Bluntly put, yes, I enjoy how much and how easily I can get you into that state. I like you longing for me! I like that you want my dick that much.” He responded in a husky tone of voice sucking on that spot on the other’s neck he had figured out was an erogenous zone for the man. While he had really bluntly spoken what he thought there was more, he didn’t only want that guy’s body to long for him, he wanted his mind as well. He wanted to get him into that state where he was thinking about him when he had to be with someone else. He wanted to win that whore over for him; he really wanted to be his favourite. If he couldn’t have a fulfilling relationship and love in his life he would at least be the guy who would win the best client reward at that brothel.

 

Devon’s eyes turned wide when Kario’s hand was running through his blond strands of hair. It wasn’t a huge deal, not any deal really but the way he was doing it felt almost caressing, as if he’d care about him, almost close and it made his heart skip one beat before it was racing fast again. He looked into that young man’s brown eyes and it was the second time he wanted to slap himself hard that night. Of course that man didn’t give a flying fuck about him, why would he? Because he was an older guy with money who also had an athletic body? There probably were other clients with an athletic body as well. This was all a service, a good service but bought and he knew it was but the realisation that he indeed wasn’t the brothel type hit him hard and for a moment he feared that this could be messing with him one day.

 

Much less teasing and more serious and silent again he nodded while he was washing his hair and the rest of his body. He appreciated the help from the other because he liked the gentle touches on his skin. Being touching someone and being touched was something that he had missed because aside from the occasional formal handshake and hug he hadn’t had much body contact with other people for quite a while. Devon never took his attention off of the other man’s body though; his eyes were still all over Kario’s body, his face, his abs, his arse, his hard cock, everywhere.

 

The blond didn’t expect for the other to help him dry his body, especially not in such a devoted way. When the other kneeled before him and dried his thighs and dick with the towel too eagerly and too intensely sparks ran through him again and he felt his temperature was rising and his blood rushing down just that it was the wrong direction and not wanted this time.

He breathed loud enough for the other to hear it and his toes were clawing onto the cold tile work when he stopped the young man from what he was doing. “Thank you, I appreciate it a lot that you helped me to dry myself but I think it’s all good now.” He spoke in his diplomatic tone again because he didn’t want to tell the other that he was about to get a boner from that and would definitely get one if he were to continue and that he really didn’t want to have to jerk off in the car then to make the ache go away. Not to mention that it would be really obvious and visible for everyone on the way to his car and that would be a really unpleasant thing for him to endure.

 

He was calming himself down, something that he was pretty used to doing and that didn’t take him too long. Ashfield put on his boxers and then turned to the grey suit he didn’t really like. The governor usually only liked different kinds of black suits and he actually only wore those, even though he had a whole closet full of differently coloured suits as well. Those had all been presents from his mother who liked fashion and fashion shows and bought all kinds of stuff for herself and for his father and for him, even really impractical dresses that she couldn’t even wear on any normal occasions. Devon had often heard people asking themselves who the people were who bought that idiotic stuff presented on the run way and Devon’s mother was the answer to that. Women like her bought that stuff, and they also bought their sons obscenely expensive colourful suits that they never wore.

Closing his belt and then putting on his jacket he was now thankful for having those things though. He would wear them to go to that brothel so that he looked different than usual. He even had a ruby-coloured suit that he found particularly ugly and that was the latest fashion according to his mum, that wasn’t his style at all and that one he would wear the next time.

 

When they left the bathroom he put on his shoes and then turned to the whore that he had left with an erection and in heat. His eyes shone at that image and he closed the distance between them again, kissing his lips softly as if he would kiss his partner goodbye before he would leave for work and that was probably weird behaviour too but he didn’t care about whether he confused the young man with his doings again or not, as he really wanted to do that and he thought it would also be impolite to just leave him without saying goodbye after that.

 

When Kario expressed that he would be looking forward to his next visit, in a genuine tone of voice and with that burning desire in his eyes he smiled in a strange way that was half happy as well as half disbelieving. “Maybe I am really too full of myself and an idiot because I am inclined to really believe you, Kario.” He joked and winked at the younger male as he put on the sunglasses to hide his face again before he left the black haired prostitute behind in the room.

As soon as the door fell shut behind him those feelings from before were back except for the nervousness that was gone. The blond’s head filled up with his paranoid thoughts again fearing that someone could recognise him and he could be caught. He also felt that shame as he was walking towards his car again. He didn’t say much to the guys who were handing him his hat that he was putting right on. The governor just nodded and disappeared in the elevator that led him into the garage.

 

Ashfield couldn’t get away from that place fast enough now. He sighed deeply when he sat in the black Mercedes with the tinted glasses. No one could see who was in it now and since that wasn’t really his personal car but a business car from the corporation it could be many different men driving it now and Devon Ashfield was the one most unlikely to.

 

He drove the black Mercedes back to the terrain of the corporation and got into his anthracite Lamborghini, which’s windows were tinted as well, to drive back home from there. His car had never been near the brothel and he wouldn’t get it anywhere close to there.

 

It took a while to drive to his mansion and since he was now save that no one could accuse him of having sex with prostitutes, male prostitutes on top of that, the paranoid thoughts were leaving him again and he started to reflect and the pleasured expression on the young man’s face and the reactions of his body came back into his mind and it got him hot again and he realised that he would have really liked to spend the whole night with this man. And if it hadn’t been a service that had to end at one point he would definitely have. The governor could have imagined that they would have had a lot of fun fucking and kissing and touching the whole damn night studying the each other’s bodies but he shook it off. They weren’t partners, it hadn’t even been a sex date, it was the same as if he went to the hairdresser or bought chewing gum, he had gotten what he had paid for there wasn’t anything else to it and he should better accept it before he would burn himself.

 

After he had parked his car in his garage he was turning on the lights in his mansion.

The interior equipment had been shaped to remind of ancient Greece and Rome and he had a lot of Greek statues within his walls. Devon loved his mansion the way it was and he didn’t accept any changes into another direction. His ex-wife had tried to leave her own mark on it, had tried to give it a warmer and more feminine touch as she had said but Ashfield had had none of it. He had gone mad and had taken all of her stuff either into the woman’s car for her to bring it back or had just placed it in the second garage that he had offered her to use.

 

The governor went straight into the bathroom to get himself ready for bed. It was late enough and he felt exhausted. When he fell into his huge bed just wearing his boxers his eyes fell shut immediately and his mind was not quite as occupied as it usually was. And the first time in months he slept without taking a sleeping pill.

 

 

 

 

 

The first thing he had on his schedule for the other day was a brunch organised by a charity organisation that he had been invited to and that he had to attend because if he didn’t it wouldn’t look too well.

It was not anything Devon personally cared about or what he was interested in and he was glad when the speeches, he hadn’t really listened to, ended.

Now he was strolling along the buffet trying to avoid a conversation about the topic he hadn’t paid attention to. His golden eyes were examining the buffet closely as he was searching for something that he would like to eat but it looked like he wouldn’t have any luck because some genius had had the brilliant idea to make it a vegetarian buffet.

 

While he was disappointingly still standing by the buffet he heard a voice that sounded more distasteful as the grass on the plates looked like saying:”Too healthy for you Harvard?”

Ashfield turned around with grim eyes and a honey sweet fake smile on his lips, staring down Theodore Parker who was trying to do the same with him.

Theodore was a little taller than Devon, he wore modern fashionable glasses, had short brown hair and a receding hairline.

“Theodore, you’ll be delighted to hear that I am in perfect shape and health. It’s just that I am a grown man and not a rabbit.” He answered the question and then added:”Beside that I really wonder when you’ll finally be able to memorise that I have never been to Harvard. I know you’re a little slow but after the seven hundreds time I suppose you should finally get it.”

 

His political rival took a niblet from a plate that reminded Ashfield of leaves with grass topping and shoved it down his throat licking his fingers afterwards. The blond screwed his nose when Theodore started to speak again. “Yes, and the grown man is disappointed because a charity for environmental protection doesn’t offer you meat produced by the meat industry. And you know what Harvard, it doesn’t matter into which elite university your daddy bought you in, it’s all the same. I wonder how much it had cost him and how much he had to pay for your graduation as well.” He laughed and to Devon it sounded dull and that man was suggesting that he was dumb, well at least he hadn’t brought his ex-wife to that little conversation and had left her standing somewhere else with someone Devon didn’t know and if he didn’t know them they probably weren’t that important in his state.

 

“Believe it or not my friend but I got in by myself, with good grades. I was by far the best in my class. Where did your grades get you into again?” he asked even though he knew and he also knew the next card Theodore would play and he had an answer ready. “Community college! It was affordable for my parents.” He answered and Devon smiled even more widely raising one eyebrow. “Is that so or did you just not get into a decent university with your grades. Your parents are upper middle-class, they could have afforded something better and even if not, if you had had my grades you would have gotten a scholarship.” The governor said and he was glad that no one stood close to them as they were both behaving pretty childish.

 

Theodore’s expression went dark for a moment and since he didn’t get any further down that road he took another way. “Did you know that Mei and I married a few months ago! It is true! Even though she first told me that she would never marry someone again after being married to you. You really failed her; you didn’t fulfil any of her needs. She was so frustrated in every sense. You really don’t know how to treat and please a woman does you? But at least you eat tons of meat right?” Theodore spoke in a jovial way and everyone who looked into their direction must have thought that the two of them were having a civilised discussion about the topic at hand.

 

The blond sighed and then replied, in an even friendlier tone of voice:”I have those old shoes I used to wear a lot but the sole is damaged and I figured I should throw them away but if you also liked to wear my old shoes I’d give them to you for free.”

The brunette man got what Devon was implying there and on one hand it had hit him and on the other he couldn’t really believe that Ashfield, who thought everything through would say something that could be interpreted in many ways like that.

“Wow, I knew that you care more about money than people but comparing your ex-wife a human being to an object like old shoes is a new low Harvard.” He let him know and then disappeared again.

Ashfield ran his hand over his face realising that he hadn’t thought about how this also could be interpreted and he felt like he already hated that day and he got a feeling that it wouldn’t be the best day of his life, when an older lady he tried to place somewhere in his head as he definitely had seen her before appeared next to him and said:”Governor Ashfield, have you tried that pie, it’s filled with spinach, it’s delicious.”

Devon shook his head; his stomach already turned up-side down only hearing the word spinach.

 

 

 

 

The next appointment of his had been a public interview one of those where they interviewed both him and Claris Miller at the same time. Devon would have liked to punch the one who had come up with this idea because the only intention was to get them to fighting and insulting each other in front of the voters.

The blond wasn’t someone to jump onto that bandwagon and he had even tried to have a respectful conversation with Theodore back then but it still had resulted in chaos a few times that the media had exploited.

And after that interview had taken place Devon was boiling from the rage inside of him.

 

It had started off quite normal, boring even. They had brought up the topic of education, Claris favourite one and he had advocated for more privatisation because the private schools were the ones with the best result.

After that Claris had done her classic move and had accused him of not knowing how the normal people lived and not being able to relate to a single mother with five different cleaning jobs.

He had said that this was true, he couldn’t relate but that relating wasn’t really important but rather to change that situation and make more decently paid jobs available and he had pointed out what he had done the last four years, how things had already become better and at one point he definitely had been winning and ruling the debate.

Until Claris Miller, seeing herself on the edge, had publically said he would compare women to old shoes and that he apparently saw them as property and Devon had said he had never said that and he really hadn’t said that. He had only wanted to insult Theodore and by doing that he also kinda had degraded his ex onto the level of his shoes – it were quality shoes if that made it any better . But Claris had insisted that he hated women and that he had said that and one should ask Theodore Parker to whom he had said it. Ashfield had denied the accusation, had claimed that Theodore Parker would probably say everything to prevent him from getting re-elected and that they needed evidence for that blatant lie.

 

The interview had turned into a disaster and the media had its little thing they could turn into a huge thing leaving Devon so angered that it was hard for him to keep his poker face when his bodyguards were shoving the journalists out of his way while he was trying to get into the limousine.

 

 

When he had managed to get into the car and slammed the door close behind himself he took his seat next to his father who was wearing a similar black suit as he did. The man was in his late seventies, he was well groomed and his once blond hair was completely grey. All in all he looked a lot like an older version of Devon with an exception of the eyes. Devon had golden-brown eyes like his mum while his father had silver eyes that looked as cold as smart. The man was wearing glasses as his eye sight had gone worse over the years but for his age he still looked agile, fit and good.

While his junior didn’t try to hide how enraged he was any longer his father was staring at the screen of his phone laughing before he turned to his son. “Now look at this. Those young people are quite quick with their internet thing.” He spoke amused and showed his son a picture of him that had been edited and changed and had a line written onto it that was supposed to be funny. “Isn’t that hilarious?” his old man thought and Devon snorted grumpily. “Not really, no!” he brought himself to say before his anger erupted. “Remember when I said I want fair-play with Claris? Forget it! I want her destroyed!” the blond growled and his father’s smart eyes blinked as he smirked saying:”You didn’t think that I wouldn’t have something prepared would you. I knew this day would come and I just wanted to hear you say these words, nothing more.”

Then he turned back towards the phone, laughing loudly again. “One internet person writes they ask themselves how much goats you had to pay for your ex-wife. And another internet guy has your back saying that your ex-wife is a faithless slut.” Devon pulled the phone out of his father’s hands. “Enough of this already! This is ridiculous and stupid. It’s beyond me. And I have never said that this way in the first place.” The governor said what amused his father even more.

 

“Maybe you should do more on social media; it might bring you more votes from the young people.” The man said exhaling the smoke of his cigarette into his son’s face. “My social media presence is more than enough. I am not going to waste any time on this. I am not voted into office for this bullshit but for doing a job.” He declined and his father looked at his son raising his eyebrows. “You aren’t present at all, you have a 72 years old post the appointments of your public events.” He reminded and the blond nodded. “Exactly and Clarence is doing a great job. You were the one to name him my assistant in the first place.” Devon turned back to his father who sighed and turned serious and cold now. “You know exactly why I have asked Clarence after his retirement and why I didn’t let you chose an assistant by yourself. You once chose a secretary son, remember?”

 

For some reason this comment from his father only made him more angry.

“Yes, right. I am gay and I will potentially hump every guy who isn’t ancient, married and has kids, grandkids and great-grandkids. That’s why you must protect me from my own lust by assigning your best friend to be my assistant.” Devon answered his father in a defiant way what displeased his father.

It was nearly impossible to imagine that someone as calculative, ambitious and cold as he had a best friend like Clarence. Clarence was a short chubby guy who always wore sweater vests and had never had much ambition. He also had never accompanied Devon’s father to the strip club or to his parties. He was a quiet, humble family kind of guy who was already retired and now helped Devon out because he was the only one his father really trusted.

“I have always done what I have done only for your best and to protect you from making the wrong decisions you ungrateful brat.” His father hissed and the blond turned away from him.

“I’m nearly forty.” “Brat!”

 

 

 

 

There had been only silence between them after that and that was what they usually did whenever there had been a disagreement or an argument between them. They killed it by ignoring it and pretending that that had never happened. The only time this had not helped had been when Devon had accused his father of wanting the security of his reprieve and that that was the only reason for him to want him to be the governor.

 

His father led him into his huge office at the highest floor of the building with the words that if he still wanted to see the dead of Claris Miller as a politician and a public figure he should follow him.

And to his surprise the office wasn’t empty when he entered. Clarence was there, his mother and ... Jeff.

His heart stuck when he saw Jeff from the IT department of the headquarters. Not because Jeff was dangerous or intimidating – he was probably the most nice and decent man Devon had ever seen in the corporation – but because he had been in love with him once.

The governor didn’t even listen to what his mother had to say to his father or Clarence greeting to him, he just stared at Jeff. He had pursued him back in the day when he had that affair with the secretary going and even though his intentions had not been serious at first he had crushed on Jeff the hardest he had ever crushed on someone and Jeff had returned his feelings. It had taken him years to get over him, years to not be in love with him and to not constantly be thinking about him anymore but whenever he saw his face it was like an old scar that started bleeding again. But he had never told his father that they had been in love, he hadn’t wanted Jeff to get fired because of his father’s mistrust in anyone who had ever been with Devon.

 

Ashfield looked at Jeff’s black hair and into his almost black eyes and when the ghost pale IT guy looked back at him Devon nodded quickly and averted his gaze onto Clarence incredibly ugly sweat vest.

It was worse to meet him than he had remembered. It always made him feel like a fool because he had thrown away what they had had to play it safe for his career and for a token family that he had never managed to create in the first place.

And then there was the part where Ashfield had completely made an idiot out of himself when he and his family had been invited to Jeff’s wedding. Devon hadn’t been over him yet even though he had been the one to end the relationship and he had completely acted out. He had gotten drunk, incredibly drunk, he had pulled off his shirt while dancing because he had felt too hot all of a sudden, his ex-wife had forced him back into it, he had loudly protested, he had ended up stumbling into the cake, he had held a really, really embarrassing and uncomfortable speech and he had puked all over Jeff’s husbands new car and onto his ex-wife’s dress. And no one had understood what had been wrong with him. Jeff’s husband had hated him since that day thinking of him as a spoiled, childish, egotistical arsehole that couldn’t behave and was an attention whore who didn’t care about others and Devon couldn’t be mad at him for that as he was the only one he had ever given a reason to think that and since he had thought Devon was straight he had also not been able to assume that the blond had had feelings for his husband.

 

He was brought back into the present and was still staring at Clarence’s sweat vest obviously confusing and making the old man uncomfortable. But before he could look elsewhere he heard Jeff laughing lightly. “Hey, Clarence, what is that on your sweat vest, apparently our little governor wants one as well and is just too shy to ask.” Clarence scratched his head with the white hair and then answered, still a little confused at that much attention:“It’s a basset hound my youngest granddaughter gave it to me for Christmas.”

Jeff grinned, now into Devon’s direction. “A basset hound, see, you would sure look cute in that Devon. No one could resist you with this sweat vest. I’m certain Clarence’s granddaughter will tell you where she bought it.” He mocked Ashfield in a joking manner and Devon couldn’t even come up with a reply because his father had walked up to Jeff:”Now would you present to us what you’ve found in Claris Miller’s dirty laundry!” he requested and Jeff started to explain what he had found.

 

The classic tax fraud, that she had dated a communist back in university and had a communist circle of friends, that she had cheated on her husband once on vacation as well as with the butcher from the shop next to her bakery, that she had been arrested for drunken driving in her teens and that she got financed by several different organisations with specific ideological agendas.

“One after the other I will disclose this to the public, anonymously of course. And you just have to make your statements to it at the right and unsuspicious time.” Jeff let him know smiling at him and Ashfield realised how attractive his smile and his lips were again.

“You really want to do this? If they figure out that you have collected the information and published it, what then?” the governor asked and Jeff just shrugged:” I’m pretty fucked then.” “So why would you risk that to help me then?” Ashfield wanted to know. “There is a risk to everything isn’t there? Besides, I once loved you and I still care about you even though you dickhead ruined my wedding day, that’s the reason why.”

 

The governor felt his cheeks blush and tried to stop that in an instant but he was failing standing there with rosy cheeks like some embarrassed kid. “Besides, that’s why the first thing I told you when you left me in favour of politics was that you should not use your computer or your cellphone for private stuff. I hope you listened to that.” Jeff who was fifty already now said and Devon rolled his eyes nodding. “Yes, dad.”

 

His actual father, who had listened looked at them with his eyes narrowed as he was watching them. “You two had a sexual relationship? I thought I knew about all your affairs.” He was definitely displeased at not having known that and he now saw a threat. Jeff shook his head:” We didn’t have an affair, we had a romantic relationship, with feelings, you know. But no worries, I love my husband and I won’t tempt him. And you only knew about those who tried to get something from you and as I said, I would never harm him as I had loved him once. Man, this is like a trial here.”

His father turned away from Jeff and back to Devon whom he had originally interrogated but who hadn’t answered as quick as Jeff. “Why didn’t you tell me!?” he demanded to know and once more let his dominant nature shine. “Because I loved him back then and didn’t want you to fire him what would have left him unemployed and you better don’t fire him now.” The governor said determined and his father changed the topic back to Claris Miller.

 

They were discussing Devon’s statements and Jeff suggested releasing the statement online. What led everyone to look at Clarence again for him to formulate a statement and the old man was completely overwhelmed and it didn’t seem to be his thing at all. Posting the dates of the governor’s public speeches on his social media page was what he did perfectly but this he couldn’t.

“Why don’t you do this?” Ashfield asked Jeff who laughed as if it was completely absurd. “Pass. I only do the fun stuff, I don’t care for social media, that’s Clarence job.” He declined the offer but Devon’s mother had already taken the lead in this one wildly typing on a laptop. “I’m doing that! This bitch dares to mess with my pressures baby lying so shamelessly and I will turn her into dog food for this.” The former top lawyer said. The woman was about Clarence age but she looked as if she was as old as her own son. She had had so many face liftings and surgeries that probably nothing was original anymore but there also weren’t any traces of her high age, except for her hands she always hid under gloves. And since her hair had turned grey she switched colours like underwear. At the moment she had a snow white phase and had dyed her hair pitch-black and wore blood red lipstick. But she wasn’t only made by different doctors she was also an intimidating and smart person and that had gotten her where she was now.

 

When she had written down the first statement Devon asked her if it wouldn’t be odd if he sounded like a lawyer what made his mother chuckle:” That just shows how well I have raised you.” She said patting his cheek as if he was a toddler and then his father suggested that they shouldn’t just write it but that they should record Devon saying the statement into a camera and then Clarence would post the correct one at the right time. “Does Clarence even know how to upload a video?” Jeff was curious and the question was justified. It would have also been justified to ask Devon that. Clarence however was offended. “Of course I do. I always upload videos of my dog to my social media and everyone in my family loves them. You should have seen them, come on guys.” He insisted that he knew how it worked and then they started to film Devon giving the statements his mother had written for him. For each they gave him another tie. He had already had his father’s tie and Jeff’s but then they needed another one. “What is on your tie Clarence!” his father wanted to know and Clarence said:” Teddy bears. My great-grandson gave it to me for my birthday.” He answered and Jeff busted out into laughter while Devon protested:” I’m not wearing this Teddy tie, no way.”

 

 

 

 

When Devon wanted to sleep that night he even had his troubles with his sleeping pills. He still had all the faux pas of the day on his mind and not only the way that they would be getting back at Claris Miller kept him awake, seeing Jeff also did, especially since he had seen a supposed similarity between him and the whore, Kario, in looks. And since he had the same tendency to over think things his mother had – what was a part of what made her an extraordinarily smart person but it also often troubled her unnecessarily - he asked himself if he might just had a type or if his sub-consciousness still wasn’t over Jeff. It really only was a type thing he came to realise but it had stolen him thirty minutes for thinking back and forth.

 

When he finally had been able to fall asleep he was wide awake after two hours again, rolling around in his bed, staring at the ceiling until he gave it up and walked into the kitchen to get a tea.

While standing there he was thinking about the young prostitute again or rather about their activities together, about the pleasure, the satisfaction he had felt, the stress he had been able to relief, so he looked at the business times of the brothel again and he saw that it would open in two hours. He calculated in his head soon and came to the conclusion that if he was there soon enough he would probably not have to wait and if he didn’t have to wait, he would be able to comfortably get his services, drive to the corporation, change cars, get back home to change suits and hairstyles and would still be punctual to his early appointment.

 

And a short while later he was standing in front of the door of the establishment that hadn’t opened its door’s yet.

He had his sunglasses back on, had his hair falling inside of his face and wore that ruby-coloured suit his mother had given him. He had forgotten from which designer it was but the dude was a huge name apparently.

 

After he had stood there for ten minutes another man appeared behind him and he tensed up and started to sweat nervously as he didn’t want to be recognised. That would kill him politically and then all the scandals about Claris Miller would probably not be enough to keep the people off of his gay brothel scandal.

 

When the short thick man came closer, he wasn’t even wearing sunglasses or hiding any part of his face, Devon stared in shock as he knew him pretty well. He was an influential guy from the local automobile industry and out of all the people he could have met there this was the last one he had expected. Not because it was a brothel but because it only offered male whores and this guy had been on his dad’s parties quite a few times. He wasn’t pleasant company and neither Devon nor his father really liked him but he was important enough that both of them had business with him and that they had to get a long somehow.

 

Now that he had recognised him the governor thought it was only a matter of seconds until he was identified as well and he felt the adrenaline rushing through his body, preparing him for fighting or running, though in this situation the instinct was completely useless and the reaction of his body made it worse.

 

“Fuck, is this a bad joke now or what. This is my time! I’m here at this time as the first costumer nearly every day. So what the fuck do you want here? Who even are you?” the automobile industry guy asked and Devon’s brain was searching for an escape. He couldn’t speak; if he did he would be found out immediately. This man knew him personally and he certainly knew his voice. He actually was one of the people whose industry sponsored Devon’s campaign.

 

Suddenly the governor remembered that he actually knew sign language. Back in elementary school a friend of his had had a sister who couldn’t speak and his friend had taught him sign language to communicate with her. She had been a nice and intelligent person and Devon had liked her and talked to her a lot. And now he could use that. So he was saying something random in sign language to the other man without turning his face into his direction and the bald man in his fifties stared at him as if he was trying to make a fool out of him. “What ? Are you retarded?” he barked and Devon called him an arsehole in sign language for that. Then the guy finally got it. “You can’t talk or what? God, what the hell is someone like you doing here anyway? I would assume that you’re definitely not on my level but I assumed that about another guy once and he was. So what colour has your card?” he wanted to know and Devon pointed onto the man’s black suit.

“Are you kidding me? You have to be kidding me. What could someone like you even achieve?” The man was getting way too angry about not being the first and Ashfield didn’t understand why. But he remembered why he had never liked that guy and he took the opportunity to call him an ugly douche with a brain made out of shit in sign language trying hard not to laugh as his laughter would have given him away also.

 

When the door finally opened Devon showed the men who greeted him his card and attempted to walk through but walked slower when he heard the automobile guy throwing a tantrum. “I’m almost always the first here, for two years now. And now you let this retard pass before me?” He screamed at the men, who looked at him in complete confusion while Devon showed the guy the middle finger.

 

The men at the reception couldn’t wrap their head around the reason why a high representative of the automobile industry would call the governor a retard, they would have thought that both guys would lick each other’s butts, especially after the deal they had just signed.

“I’m not gonna wait here and I’m not taking him after that guy. I’m a busy man. Give me another whore then. But not an ugly one! Maybe you could give me a redhead or a blond or something. And make sure they know what they are doing.”

Ashfield gagged at that, as this reminded him of someone buying cigarettes just that this man was talking about humans and it bugged him that this guy had been with Kario.

 

He went through the floor until he reached the young males door, he knocked and then entered. When he had closed the door behind himself he was looking at him with a faint smile, putting off his sun glasses. “Hello Kario! I know that I am not your usual client for this time of the day. You’ve awaited someone shorter, chubbier, ruder and older but I hope that you’re not too disappointed now.” Devon greeted the black haired man at an incredibly early hour of the brand new day.

[Sathenus]

Kario stood off to the side as the man dressed to leave, making sure to stay out of the man’s way. He was a little surprised that he never realized how attractive the man was in a suit considering he had arrived wearing it. But it wasn’t unlike him to not be aware of what his clients were wearing since that really was the least of his worries. They never stayed dressed for very long upon entering the room, and when they were back in their clothes they left moments later. Watching as the older man put his shoes on remained standing in the middle of the room unmoving, just observing. He was surprised when the man approached him to press their lips together in another kiss. Kario knew this was a goodbye kiss in a sense, that last one he would receive before the man left him to await another client.

 

Watching as he left a soft sigh escaped him when the door was shut. He instantly felt his heart sink, just because one person could so easily manipulate his body didn’t mean he looked forward to the next one. A frown was on his face as he glanced around the room despite his body still being ready and aching. The rest of his evening ended with three more men for him to service, but his mind wasn’t focused on them. Sex after the blond had left just didn’t feel the same and he couldn’t really place it. When the brothel hours closed, and he settled in the bed to get some sleep there was only one person on his mind. He slept like he always did, quite easily. His body was pushed to its limits every day, so it was no wonder that every night he was capable of so easily sleeping through the night.

 

Then next morning was the same as any other day. He woke to prepare for the same client that always beat anyone else to the brothel, the same rough preparation and the same old way his body was used. It wasn’t really a pleasant way to start the day, but he knew his place and submitted to whatever the man wanted. Anytime his ass wasn’t tight enough he would just receive a sharp smack forcing him to tighten up with a groan. Being used like this was something he was used to, which was why he didn’t understand why he was suddenly not into it. It wasn’t long before the man finished and got up to clean himself and leave. Kario waited until the man was completely gone before getting up and wiping himself off, cleaning himself out wasn’t quite as easy but he did it in record time. It never took him long because he was so used to doing so by now, having worked at the brothel for a few years now.

 

As the day passed he was pushed and situated into more positions than he can count, and proving to him once more that his body could bend in ways he had honestly thought possible. By the time night had fallen again he ached, and a few bruises had popped up on his thighs and hips. Taking in a shaky breath he relaxed back against the bed with a groan. It was nice for the day to be over, and he had to admit he was not really looking forward to morning and the brothel opening again. Kario was tired of the same routine, his body being used and treated the same way day after day. Even if the positions changed and sometimes clients treated him rougher or were gentler it wasn’t enough to keep his attention. As he fell asleep that night he was sure it was just going to be another day where every client seemed to meld into the next.

 

So when he woke up the next morning he got up, stretched his aching muscles and moved to get ready for the day. After a quick shower and making sure his hair was dried completely he turned his gaze to his body. The bruises that had been left from the day before weren’t bad and would be gone within a couple of days. There were only a couple littering the inside of his thighs and on his hips from hands digging in a bit too tightly. As he moved back into the main room he had already mentally prepared himself for the same old start to his day. Breakfast was nice and he had to admit tasted fantastic, but with how much they charged their members the least they could do was feed them good food throughout the day to keep their energy up and body’s taken care of.

 

It wasn’t long after he finished breakfast and had brushed his teeth to get rid of any remnants of said breakfast that a knock sounded on the door. Kario had once more settled on the bed and his head turned to watch his client enter. He had expected the same man as every morning but was pleasantly surprised when the handsome man he had been unable to get out of his mind entered instead. Kario noticeably perked up his back become straighter and his eyes igniting with a new spark. In no way was he sad that he would be missing the normal start to his day, in fact he was more than pleased with this change and already knew today was going to be a fantastic day. That was maybe a bit much considering the blond was just another client, but this was a client that Kario honestly had to admit he had more feelings for.

 

He was aware of how weird those words would sound if spoken aloud. Instead he decided to just make his excitement clear instead, “I can’t say that I won’t very much appreciate the break from that perv.” He admitted with a large smile his eyes raking over what the man was wearing. Raising an eyebrow at the color of the fabric he cocked his head ever so slightly to the side. “That’s… an odd color for a suit.” He commented trying to sound more conversational and not wanting the other to think that all he wanted was for him to hop into bed with him. Even if his body was already excited just as the sight of the other man. He had to learn some control, and the best way for him to do that was to try to distract his mind. Shaking his head a little he turned his attention to the greeting he had received and couldn’t help but laugh.

 

“I can’t say that I am disappointed. I would much rather start off my day with a handsome man like you.” He admitted with a genuine smile. Alright, so he couldn’t help but say certain things when it came to this particular client. Kario knew his fascination with the man had to stop. He had to classify him like any other client, just a man who wants sex and is paying for it because his high position makes him a public figure and thus he cannot openly flaunt his attraction to other men. Kario was sure that he was seen just as a man that could satisfy his client’s needs. That had to be the only reason he had agreed to come back right? Because he had satisfied him well enough to make it so the man would not have any problem paying for his services again. Deep down it kind of sucked that he saw himself this way, as a guy that men only wanted to fuck and not really seeing a romantic future for himself.

 

His brain tried to rationalize that once he got too old to work in the brothel anymore that it wasn’t too late for him to try to find said relationship. Another smaller part of the brain made him aware that it would be even harder for him to do so. Realizing he was losing himself into depressing thoughts and not having noticed that his gaze had dropped to his barely concealed lap he moved his eyes back to the other’s. Brown meeting the golden-brown that he was starting to really find attractive. He was after all the only client he had with eyes of that color. Suddenly he started to second guess himself, at least with the grumpy client he normally serviced in the morning he knew what was expected of him. He was to undress the man himself and quickly, or he would be told how disappointing he was and if he couldn’t preform correctly how his bosses would surely love to hear about it. That threat was made multiple times throughout that man’s time with him even if he was preforming well and doing what he knew the man enjoyed the threat would be made at least once. The more it was made the more aggressive the man would normally become.

 

Kario bit his lip at the thought, he felt bad for whatever poor guy ended up stuck with him just for him to service the man before him instead. But… he couldn’t feel to guilty about it since he certainly got the better end of the deal here. Truly he wished that he could start every day off like this, but he honestly didn’t know many men who needed to come to the brothel daily for service. Not a lot of people had enough stamina for something like that. Hell, when he had first started he could only service around four to five people a day because he just didn’t have the stamina to keep up. Now that quite clearly was not the case, he wasn’t sure what his body would do when this all came to a grinding halt. He had become almost dependent on the almost constant flow of sex that he had daily.

 

Rising to his feet he moved over to greet the other even better. Leaning up he pressed their lips together the smile returning to his face. “I can say I do kinda feel bad for whoever gets stuck with that man, he’s… not easy to satisfy.” He said as his hands rested against the other’s chest, “But I would much rather start my day with you than that grump.” With that he had started to slowly and deliberately undue the buttons so that he could help him out of his clothes. “You work out, don’t you? It must not be easy to keep such a fantastic body.” He commented as he finished with the buttons and moved to help slip the jacket of the suit off. Kario really wanted to see that body again. His own was already aroused even if not prepped since the other was his first client of the day. Normally the man he had beat here would have prepped him not just for him but for every client he would service for the rest of the day. Clients for one reason or another enjoyed doing so themselves, that was why they would bother to arrive early enough to have the pleasure of doing so. Who was he to take that away from anyone?

 

Though he did know if the other truly wanted him too he could prepare himself. It would just be a bit less satisfying if he did. Pushing such thoughts away he realized that he was really worrying to much what the other wanted from him. But why? This was his job, if the man wanted something specific from him he would say as much. Kario knew he was overthinking, but his attraction to the other and his desperation to truly please him made it hard not to overthink everything he normally did without much thought.

 

"I will do my best to make it worthwhile that you came to see me so early. I am sure you have quite a busy day ahead of you." Kario added after a moment looking up with another genuine smile. He would definitely take pleasure in knowing that they were both starting their day this way. It was why the brothel opened so early to allow options like this, for their members to arrive and relieve stress before dealing with a busy day.

[-Hideki-]

Devon noticed the change in expression and body language on Kario and his faint smile grew wider and turned into a laugh when he heard what the prostitute had to say about the big gun of the automobile industry. “Why doesn’t it surprise me that this guy is a perv?” he commented casually his eyes starting to shine again seeing that the black haired male seemed to be excited about him being there. Maybe it was only because he was a much better catch than the other man but he didn’t want to think about that as he liked the idea that the other was genuinely glad to see him again. Ashfield realised that seeing that man sparked a small light in him actually.

 

The governor felt the young man’s glaze over his ruby suit and he smirked trying not to laugh again but when the other addressed it he chuckled. “Odd is nicely put.” He touched the high quality fabric of the suit looking down on his own body. “It’s flaming and I probably look like an upper-class clown in it. Are there even upper-class clowns? Well, nevermind! I have more embarrassing suits where this one is coming from. My dear mother bought them for me. She has a thing for fashion. She even flies to Paris for those fashion shows and is friends with a few designers. I usually don’t wear this stuff.” He explained with a grin. “But the fabric feels nice.” The blond added with a wink.

 

When Kario declared that he would rather have him as his first client anyway it sounded honest and it also sounded honest that he found him handsome but that was nothing new. Ashfield had definitely felt the desire and how he turned the younger man on last time and as he remembered it he couldn’t help but feeling a little excited. That changed however when he recognised the change of mood and expression on the other’s face. The prostitute had turned his head down and looked at his own lap in an almost sad, disappointed and depressed manner.

“Is everything alright with you?” he asked obviously concerned of the other’s wellbeing.

 

The blond looked at him not knowing what it was that had changed his mood that quickly. Didn’t he like to have him as a client after all? But why all of a sudden? In his memory they had had a decent time and he had tried to make it as enjoyable for the other too as possible well knowing that the other had no personal interest in him but he couldn’t change that because if he could have he would have.

He was starting to feel weird and he wanted to punch himself again for that. Why the hell was he beating himself up over that? The answer was quite clear, he wanted the man to want him and to like him but as obvious as it was as naive and dumb it was too.

 

Then he noticed another change of attitudes and he wondered how forced that was now but then the handsome male stood before him, naked and he couldn’t take his eyes off or focus on the darker thoughts he had had on his mind a few seconds earlier anymore when desire was written in his eyes.

Devon passionately welcomed the other’s lips on his own and he pressed his lips onto the younger man’s as close as he could, deepening it while he embraced Kario. His arm twined around the black haired male’s body, pressing the naked skin against his clothed figure while letting his other hand run over his body, touching the warm skin and coming to a rest at the other’s arse.

 

When they parted their lips Ashfield looked down into the dark eyes and he felt himself drowning and this was probably not a good thing. It wasn’t supposed to be at such a place. The governor listened when the young man spoke and he asked himself if that was the reason or at least one of the reasons why he had had that sad look on his face a few minutes ago. “I’m sorry that you and your colleagues have to put up with guys like him, you really shouldn’t have to.” He let the other know how he thought about it and then continued:”This man is already not a pleasant company for those he deems his equals. I can only imagine how awful he get’s when he sees someone as inferior or beneath him.”

 

Devon bit his lip. He didn’t know if this was too much he had just said there. It sure was certain that he knew the man but that alone didn’t reveal anything about his or the other’s identity, so he probably was safe even speaking the negative truth about someone he had business with and with whom he frequently cooperated. As much as he didn’t like him he had the guys back in the public eye and vice versa. The automobile industry was an important sector and their cooperation and them working together was important for the industry and the economy in his state to grow and for it to stay stable. There also were a lot of local jobs on the line.

 

His golden-brown eyes wandered over the other’s body again as the young man had his hand resting on his chest. The blond still found Kario’s body admirable and incredibly attractive and he felt that urge to get closer and touch him more and to be with him but there was something that soon overshadowed the lust in him. Ashfield saw the bruises on the young male’s body and what was rising in him now was anger. Not at the prostitute but at the men who had done that to him.

With a careful and gentle touch his fingers were lightly brushing over the bruises on the handsome body. Why would someone do that to him? He was such a nice and cute guy. He didn’t deserve that. “Was he one of those who did that to you? Did he beat you?” he asked trying to hide how infuriated he was but he couldn’t. Somehow he knew the answer already and he wanted to storm out of the room, get that jerk and punch him into a pulp so that he would know how it felt to be abused and mistreated like that.

 

The blond tried to calm down. This wouldn’t help anyone and it wouldn’t make anything better. The next douche would come along and mistreat the black haired man again.

Devon still had his trouble calming down and he didn’t know how he would react if he met the guy in his office again. One thing was certain though; the governor kicking the shit out of a businessman without any obvious reason whatsoever wouldn’t have any positive effect on Ashfield’s life. “It makes me sick that you have to be with that arsehole.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying and his hands clenched into fists even though he was still fighting against his anger inside.

 

Trying hard to focus on the young man undressing him he was happy about the distracting question about his body. “Yes. I enjoyed working out back with my old personal fitness coach but with my new one not so much anymore.” He answered honestly. He left out the part where it really had become harder to keep his body in this shape the older he got though as it would only make him feel even older in the other’s company.

 

 

Ashfield was glad seeing his jacket and shirt go as he really liked to feel the other’s skin on his.

The blond got rid of his shoes so that he could step out of his trousers and boxer’s easily.

Devon looked at Kario in surprise when he told him that he wanted this to pay off for him and the governor had no doubt that it would. He somehow enjoyed merely seeing the other and being with him even more. “Aren’t they all busy days though?” he smiled when his trousers and boxers dropped onto the floor and exposing his flaccid member to the younger man.

 

The blond stroke a strand of black hair out of the other’s face and gently touched the other’s cheek and face while the other hand was running over Kario’s body again, pressing him closer while he pulled him into a wild kiss with tongues clashing and bounding. Greedily kissing the man as if he wanted to devour him, he was manoeuvring the two of them towards the bed, letting himself together with the young man fall onto the expensive mattress and into the soft sheets.

He only broke the kiss because he needed to breathe and soon found himself nibbling on the other’s ear, kissing down his throat and then aiming right for that erogenous spot on the neck, targeting it with his lips and his tongue while his hand was exploring the younger man’s body in an embracing and caressing way, teasing his sensitive spots to get him going and to make him feel good.

[Sathenus]

“Yeah… I’m fine.” Kario replied to the question. What was wrong with him today? He shouldn’t be letting his thoughts get to him to the point where a client was asking if he was alright. He was here to help the other man relax, not to pester him with his own thoughts and problems. Forcing his mind to remain focused on what he was expected to do, instead of wandering to what he wanted deep and what problems would face him in the years to come. Right now, he had a job to do and it was best for him to do it. Offering a smile he hoped it was enough to ease whatever concerns he had planted there, he really was okay. There wasn’t any reason for him to be anything else, with a roof over his head, food, and occasionally clothes on his back he had no reason to complain.

 

Feeling his body being held against the clothed body of the older man made him smile into the kiss that they shared. The fabric really did feel nice, but he would be even happier when they were both naked and it was their naked bodies pressed together. Shrugging at the comment of how he and the others here shouldn’t have to deal with men like the man he normally took care of first thing in the morning he didn’t really respond at first. “Clients are clients. If they can pay the price and are high enough up in the community to receive one of the cards, they will be serviced. No matter what their attitude is.” He finally replied with another shrug. He had long since gotten over it, and knew that some clients just couldn’t be pleased, and they were just a way to get that frustration out. He had serviced numerous people like that, and though it normally ended with him aching all over he never once complained.

 

Hearing that the blond knew the other man personally shouldn’t surprise Kario like it had. Obviously if he served both, then it meant that they were both on the same level somehow. Still, he had to admit that it explained a lot about his other client. If he wasn’t pleasant with his equals than he no longer wondered why he treated him so poorly half the time. It all just seemed to make sense to him at that point. It didn’t make him any happier about it of course, but it just brought a new light to a situation he had thought he would never receive a reasoning for. Still didn’t make the man’s behavior right half the time, but again that wasn’t Kario’s say.

 

Suddenly he felt the muscles in the blonde’s body tense, obviously unhappy with something. Kario struggled to figure out what it was as he stood still practically pressed to the other man his hands still resting on his client’s chest. So he was stunned when fingers gently brushed over the bruises littering the lower part of his body and at the questions he received. It wasn’t right for him to talk bad of a client, he had already said to many negative things about the other man there was no way he could in good conscious say more. Especially when he had to service him again and see him again. He could hear the irritation in the other’s voice, so he tried to defuse it the best he could without saying anything negative about the other man. “Clients have the right to use me in any way they want. Regardless of how rough the treatment can be.” He was careful to make sure that he did not bring any attention to any single client. Yes, the man in question had technically started his rough day yesterday, and it had continued with the other clients he had serviced. Once one person has crossed the line and leave physical marks on his body the rest seemed to follow, and all care seemed to be thrown out the window.

 

Kario again figured he had no right to complain. This was his job, he was to what they wanted and if they wanted to handle him roughly they had every right to do so. Even if he didn’t particularly like it, it was expected of him to take it and most of the time he was expected to take it with a smile on his face and be thankful. Even if he often felt something inside of him shatter whenever he had to do that, it was part of his job. This was… his job. He relied on clients wanting to be serviced by him, relied on them wanting to use him. When clients stopped wanting that from him, then he would no longer have a job. Noticing how the man’s hands fisted when he spoke again Kario knew he had to defuse this and get the man focused on something else. Gently running his hand along the other’s currently clothed chest in a hopefully soothing manner he spoke again, “For every man who treats us poorly there is another with a gentle hand.” He hoped it was enough, but he doubted it.

 

Grasping ahold of the subject of the man’s physical condition was a much-appreciated change. It also appeared as if the other was happy with the change of topic as well and so Kario decided he would have to focus more on things like this. Get to know his client better. “Enjoyed?” Kario questioned as he managed to slip the man’s suit jacket and then his shirt off, brown eyes returning to those golden-brown as his hand lightly traced his fingers over the muscles now on display for him. “Why don’t you like your new personal trainer?” He asked his voice soft as he watched the man move to remove his shoes which would make it easier for him to finish undressing the man.

 

Making quick work of the other’s pants and boxers Kario shrugged slightly at the question. “For you I suppose they are.” He responded with a smile after a few moments of silence. Admiring the now bare body before him his eyes raked over the other’s figure. He really did love the sight before him, it was attractive, but it was also obviously cared for. Kario did enjoy servicing men who took care of themselves after all. It made it more pleasing to him to just help them take care of another one of their needs. Pleased as he was pulled close again and their bodies were once more pressed together. This time the feeling was more appealing, he always enjoyed the feeling of skin on skin and now was no exception.

 

It didn’t even matter to Kario that the man’s member was currently flaccid, he was more than capable of taking care of that and was sure it wouldn’t take him long to get the other man going as well. The kiss was one he returned with his own eagerness, he always enjoyed kissing his clients, but for some reason kissing this client was even more pleasing than any of the others. There wasn’t an ounce of resistance as he was maneuvered back towards the bed as they kissed. He already knew they were going to end up on it at some point, so why would he try to prolong it? Kario was of course happy a genuine smile crossing his face when he felt them both fall back onto the bed. The kiss was broken a moment later allowing both to breath, Kario’s own breathing had sped up just from the kiss alone.

 

Openly moaning when he felt the older man’s lips on his neck instantly seeking out that spot that made his heart skip a beat. Groaning softly, his eyes drifted shut as he just allowed his body to enjoy the feeling of those lips and tongue on his neck while the man’s hands roamed his body. It didn’t take much to get his body going and make him feel like he was on fire. Reaching up himself he let his fingers once more run through the man’s hair. It was soft to the touch, just like he had expected. Brown eyes opening and locking on his client. He struggled to calm his racing heart, taking in another shaky breath as he shifted beneath the man. Kario enjoyed the attention being given to his body, but he wanted to return the favor and make the other man feel good as well. A little blindly he ran his hand down the other’s body, after a moment his hand found what it was looking for fingers brushing along the older man’s member.

 

Kario’s body ached for sex more in the morning than any other point of the day. After going all night without anything he was always desperate and wanting in the morning. It affected his patience for sure, making it so he didn’t want to wait long to have the older man inside of him. Even if he knew he had to be patient and make sure that his client was completely satisfied that was hard to keep in mind when his body just craved the sex. For a moment he just gently ran his fingers along the other’s length before he shifted into a good enough position to be able to take it into his hand. He often hated how easy it was to get his own body going, so he tried to focus on getting the blonde going instead. If he could focus on something other than the way his body was being touched and his soft spots being teased, then he was sure he could at the very least prolong their time together.

 

Since their first time together he couldn’t get the other man off his mind. Even if he was with another client his mind wasn’t on them. That was weird for Kario, he wasn’t used to one client making such an impact and staying in his mind after they had left. Normally he was good about being able to bring his mind to whoever he was with, versus having that one person stuck on his mind constantly. It wasn’t really a bad thing though, he did really enjoy his time spent with him, even if this was only the second time they had been together. Despite not wanting to end this session to quickly his body was heated and ached for more than what he was currently getting.

 

Biting his lip his brown eyes locked on the golden-brown eyes of the other man. He tried to decide if it was good for him to say what he wanted. Within a few seconds he didn’t care anymore, and the words just came spilling out, “I need you to fuck me.” It was clear by how needy his voice sounded that he was desperate for it. Even if they hadn’t been together for very long. The other man would normally come in, have him undress him, rather roughly prep him before taking him. It meant that everything was done rather quickly and the initial ache in his body was sated for a while since the flow of clients never really stopped until the brothel closed later that night. He was left with enough time to clean up and clean himself out before the next client was entering the room to take the place of the previous one.

 

Very few of his clients played with or touched his body unless buried inside of him. Even then it was more of just so they could feel the way his muscles moved as they took him and not to bring him any sort of pleasure. That was one thing that made this man so different from all the others. It was clear to Kario that he was his favorite client, he seemed to care about bringing him pleasure as much as he wanted to receive said pleasure. It was honestly appreciated. Anything to make him feel like less of a sex object. Sure he had chosen to do this, but he had only agreed because he had desperately needed a way to support himself and he knew that men for one reason or another seemed attracted to his body. That had been something he had been made aware of from a young age. Younger than he truly wanted to admit to anyone. Oddly enough, despite knowing that he hadn’t become sexually active until his late teens. So he wasn’t that versed in sex and pleasing men when he first joined the brothel, it was something his body had been trained to do.

[-Hideki-]

Devon was not satisfied with that answer. It was pretty obvious that the other wasn’t just fine and there was definitely something that deeply bothered him but even though the answer was as good as nothing he had to accept it. He had no obligation to asking for or knowing the answer to that question in the first place. Ashfield only was able to spend time with Kario because he had paid him for it and he had paid him for a specific act and not for sharing his life and troubles and fears with him.

Who would tell some stranger who on top of that was paying them for sex their personal issues?

 

The blond somehow knew that the other would never see someone in him whom he could talk to or trust. In the black haired man’s eyes he probably wasn’t even a respectable man anyway because he was there as his client. The governor could be attractive as he wanted to he was probably just some other pathetic rich guy who had to buy sex from that young man for the prostitute at the end of the day. No one trustworthy or reliable!

 

All the excuses the whore had made for the man from the automobile industry didn’t calm him down they just angered him more. For every time Kario stated that this guy had the right to treat him like trash because he paid for it he wanted to shake that man and tell him that this was by no means okay. Just because he paid his hairdresser for a haircut didn’t mean that he could punch and kick him if he made a mistake or the haircut didn’t end up to his wish.

“If you don’t want him to do that to your body he has absolutely no right to treat you that way. Just because someone pays to have sex with you this doesn’t mean he can treat you like garbage. You have rights as well.” He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

 

Devon averted his eyes and completely ignored the last bit. That there were some men who actually treated Kario with basic decency didn’t make this any better and he knew he would probably still be angry about that for quite some time.

 

While talking about his work outs he began to become a little more light-hearted again even though the anger about the young man’s mistreatment was still in the back of his mind and he would definitely try and figure out more about the rights and the misfortune of people in Kario’s situation. Something that had never occurred to him before and that had never been a subject close enough to him to pay attention to it specifically but he wanted to do that now.

He sighed deeply at the questions regarding his personal coaches. “Yes, I enjoyed the sport back then. Not because of the sport but because it was a nice diversion of my everyday life. Besides my old fitness coach was a funny guy, great sense of humour.” He explained and left out the part where he was staring at that coach’s body, drooling over it as if it was a fine piece of steak. Devon also wouldn’t mention that he had used this man's image to jerk off to because that would be even more embarrassing than all the colourful suits combined and would probably only make him look desperate. Well, in a sense he was desperate anyway otherwise he wouldn’t be seeing a whore.

 

The blond paused for a moment before he answered the following question. “It’s not that I don’t like her on a personal level or anything. It’s jus that .... if she has any sense of humour I don’t get it, we aren’t on the same wavelength and her voice is distracting and annoying and it reminds me of Mickey Mouse.” While Devon complained he thought about that some more. It was a rather good question and he doubted that he would have had such a huge aversion to that woman if he had met her in another situation or she had been his personal coach from the start. But the way that she had come to be his personal coach was probably what bugged him the most. That she was forced onto him by his father and that his father had interfered with his life again taking something away from him that he had thought had been fun, that he had enjoyed. Something other than his work!

This wasn’t that woman’s fault though. And maybe he should be more open towards her and not block her that much next time he saw her, because it wasn’t really her who he disliked but the fact that his father had chosen her, just as he had chosen his ex-wife.

Ashfield also didn’t let the young man know that. His family problems were not only boring, they were also way too much information about him. Information that no one should ever know!

 

When they were lying on the bed and Devon was exploring the man’s body he was once more surprised how fast Kario got up to a thousand degrees. The more he teased his neck and his nipples and stimulated the already erect cock of the other the more craving and greedy he became. And once more it was so obvious and openly displayed. The black haired man’s body really was lewd and the governor wondered if he had always been that way or if the brothel had turned him this way.

He supposed it was the latter but one could never be sure. “Have you always been that hungry for dick?” he asked in a cocky teasing tone while playing with the man’s foreskin and nibbling at his nipples.

 

His heart stopped again when the young male caressed him again; stroking his hair like that as if Devon was someone he cared about. “If you act that tenderly I might get the wrong idea.” He said and made it sound like a joke but it was not. For some reason he didn’t know and even though he hated to admit it this trivial kind of affection by that man made his insides flutter. Maybe that this created that feeling was caused by the loneliness the rich, successful man was suffering with in his life.

 

Feeling the finger tips of Kario brushing over the length of his dick send those sparks of electricity through his body again. Especially if the touch started that lightly and got gradually intensified it increased the level of pleasure he felt more than if someone just grabbed his cock and jerked it hard from the beginning.

The sparks caused a fire soon and his temperature and heart beat was slowly rising and his blood was running downstairs.

When he felt the other’s hand grabbing him he thrust into it moving along and his dick soon got rock hard and his breathe heavy and hearable.

 

When the movement of the other’s hand stopped Devon looked into his eyes in confusion and got stared back at by eyes filled with lust and need. And what he saw in Kario’s eyes soon got articulated.

The governor had not expected that and his golden-brown eyes went wide looking at the younger man under his body. “You need me to fuck you?” he repeated unbelieving and it was ironic that a whore would almost beg his client to fuck him in such a needy and wanting way since Devon was actually the one horny and sexually frustrated enough that he paid quite a lot of money for this and yet the other seemed to need it more than him at this very moment.

 

Once he realised that this had not been in his head and that had actually just happened he smirked and got incredibly turned on by how much the young male was longing for him, wanting his cock inside. “If you need me to fuck you, I will fuck you better than any of those other guys ever could.” He announced and he was certain that this was true even though it could also have been his huge ego that had just gotten another push into new heights.

 

The blond was building a road of kisses all the way down and then spread the other’s legs before he was going down on him, his tongue teasing the other’s hole. His eyes stared up into the other’s face closely watching the reaction before he replaced his tongue with his fingers, applying some lube that was standing around to both the hole and his fingers.

This time Kario was much tighter than the other day and it wasn’t really surprising because he was the first that day.

He let the whore’s body adjust to his fingers, making him relax before he was teasing him some more, fingering him to make him crave his dick even more as his fingers didn't come close to the size and scope of his hard cock even though he already teased the black haired man’s prostate.

 

When he had made the other go crazy for him enough and had gotten even more heated himself he grabbed the other’s waist when he rolled over and let himself fall onto the bed with his back, positioning the younger man with his hole right over his rock hard member that was staring at the other’s hole in anticipation.

With his hand’s still placed on his waist he was slowly pressing the other down on his cock, thrusting into him as soon as the hole had tightened around the head of his dick.

“Would you dance on me a little!?” he asked coquettishly his eyes wandering over the handsome body he now had a perfect view over. Getting even hotter at the image of the other’s dick and balls dancing and swirling around a little with every movement the black haired made.

 

Kario seemed to be proficient and good at that as well and the pleasure that was running through his body made him moan and at this point his eyes and his face were just as lewd and filled with lust and desire as the other’s had already been. Devon was going with the rhythm and helped the other out thrusting into him as deep as it was possible for him in that position.

 

His dick was pulsating and burning inside of the other’s tightening arse that wanted to devour it. He felt the thick veins on his member twitching as he moaned while memorising the other’s body and pleasured facial expression.

 

At one point he just couldn’t lie down like that anymore though and unable to hold back he switched positions again, looking down into the young male’s face now, pressing him into the pillows, while penetrating him mercilessly targeting his sweet-spot as a hunter his prey, running wild on the other, going even faster and harder, ravaging his cute hole, while shutting his loud voice down by pulling the other into a heated mess of a wet kiss.

[Sathenus]

Kario didn’t understand what the big deal was or why the older man seemed to have such a problem with something that had already happened. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be bruised, he felt like not having bruises on his body was a rarity. It just happened that a lot of people had a hard and firm hand with him most of the time. That was really all he saw it as, his clients using a firm hand, not seeing it as abuse or mistreating him. It was the last comment that got him though, did he really have rights? Kario truly felt as if he didn’t, after all he couldn’t refuse any client, per the brothel’s rules he couldn’t set any of his own and ensure that no one did something he didn’t like, and he was not a loud to just get up and quit per his contract. It didn’t really feel like he had a say, or many rights for that matter. But he didn’t speak, he just averted his gaze, he knew the anger was still there even as they focused on another subject. There wasn’t anything Kario could do to defuse the anger though. At this point he figured it was best for him to say nothing more about it and just let it go.

 

He became more interested in what was being discussed when he heard that he had enjoyed working out back when he had his old fitness coach. The blonde man didn’t tell him anything more about the man other than that he was funny with a great sense of humor, but that was all Kario needed to know the other reasons as to why he had enjoyed it back then. His own thoughts were confirmed upon learning that his new personal coach was a woman, it all seemed to make sense to him at that point. Deciding not to comment on that fact though he continued to listen as the man went on as to what bothered him about her. There was a part of him who felt like there was more to it, but did he really have to right to push the subject? Probably not. “You should give her more of a chance.” He said as he felt the man’s lips on his neck again. Obviously he knew there was more to it than what had been said, but his client had already told him more about it than he originally thought he was going to do.

 

A soft laugh escaped him at the question, trying to force his mind to focus now that he had something to answer. It was hard with the attention his cock was receiving and the way his nipples were being stimulated by the nibbling. “No. Not this bad.” He finally replied with a groan. The brothel had got his body to this point, had made it crave sex so badly. Kario had always been attracted to other men, and he had always been aware of their attraction to him, but he had never even had sex for the first time until he was nineteen. Kario had strongly believed that sex was something that he shouldn’t just give away to anyone who said they loved him or found him attractive. It wasn’t until he had struggled for far too long and almost lost everything knowing his parents still struggled to support themselves that he went in this direction. One of the owners of the brothel had approached him first seeing how he struggled to support himself, the offer had been put on the table. At first he had refused rather strongly, his belief that sex should only be given to someone who earned it, someone he was with romantically and not to anyone else.

 

As he continued to struggle though, and the weeks turned into months he was close to ending up on the streets again. It had been at that point he had swallowed his pride and gone to the address that the small business card had on it. When he had arrived, he had been even more nervous, but all it took was showing the card and saying he was there for a job before he was lead in and the doors closed behind him for the first and last time. His perspective had changed, but not very quickly. The first few weeks were hard. His body ached almost constantly, he reached his limits when it came to sex rather quickly, and he found his body struggling to keep up with the demand of his clients. He had tried to back out then deciding this really wasn’t for him no matter how much he’d never have to worry about a roof over his head or food again. But that brought up his contract, binding him to the brothel and his position in it.

 

Kario remembered quite clearly how hard it had been for his body to finally give in and accept the large amounts of pleasure it was forced to endure day after day. As the weeks turned to months his body started to crave what it originally tried to desperately deny. As those months became years he had just become like all the other boys here to service the brothel’s members. His body was easy to entice, and it would stay desperate and wanting until it received what it wanted. It didn’t even matter if the client wasn’t visually pleasing, or if the cock was overly large, or even lacking in size. It was easy to get their bodies going, and their minds tended to give in not long after.

 

“I don’t think you would get the wrong idea. That and your hair is so soft, I can’t help but run my fingers through it.” Kario said with a genuinely sweet smile. He really did love the feeling of the man’s hair, but he also knew that he would not be giving the other man the wrong impression. Kario felt something towards the man that he just couldn’t explain. Something that made him wish that this particular client could see more in him than just a prostitute, just a whore or just an object to be used for sex. Despite knowing how unlikely that was there was that small part of him that hoped maybe if she showed more of who he really was and not what the brothel had made him that it could be possible.

 

His mind was pulled from those thoughts as his need was questioned by the man repeating what he had desperately said he needed. Kario didn’t speak, instead his eyes just remained locked on him. He was sure his eyes made it clear how badly he needed it, noticing the smirk that crossed his client’s face when the man finally seemed to realize that he really had asked for it and in just that manner he shifted. The words he received made him groan in anticipation, he really wanted nothing more than for that to actually come true. He had no doubt in his mind that the blonde could do just that, and he felt himself get even more desperate and needy. Watching as the man kissed down his body and spread his legs before he was between them. He gasped at the feeling of the other man’s tongue teasing his hole, his legs tensing. That was a feeling he wasn’t used to, most of his clients didn’t do anything there unless it was shoving their cocks inside of him, the only time any other prep was needed was his first time of the day but even then it was usually never with his client’s tongue. A soft whimper escaped him as the wet muscle was replaced with the man’s fingers.

 

Despite knowing that this was to prep him and get him ready for what he really wanted he felt like he was going to go crazy if this kept up. His body was only teased and prepped for a little while longer before the fingers also left him and the rolled changing their positions. Kario looked down at his client, resting his hands on the man’s bare chest, caressing the muscles that were beneath the skin. He could feel the other man’s hard member aligning with him, and that made him try to push back onto it even more wanting it inside of him. Squirming slightly in the man’s grip he tried to impale himself on it, it was the hands on his waist that stopped him from doing so until the man finally started to lower him onto it. He shifted spreading his legs a little more to help it ease into him. A pleased sound escaped him when the head finally slipped into his hole, it was followed by a loud moan when he felt his client thrust up into him burying it completely inside of him.

 

Taking in a shaky breath he tried to get used to the stretch, it was more prominent now that it had been the first time since he hadn’t had sex with anyone else today. Still, the stretch felt fantastic and he really was looking forward to having it moving inside of him so when he was asked if he would dance for him a little a small smirk crossed his face. “If that’s really what you want.” He replied with a smile. Shifting a little to get into a better position to move himself. It was only a moment later that he did just that, and it felt fantastic just like he knew it would. He could see the way that the other was watching him which only seemed to encourage him even more. His body so easily accepting the cock buried inside of him as if it was really meant to be there, though with how many times he was taken a day it probably was meant to be at this point.

 

He could feel every pulse of the cock inside of him, feel every time his own muscles tightening around it sucking it so easily back into him. His breath had quite quickly picked up, his heart beating much faster as he moved his hands staying on the man’s chest to keep him steady. A whimper escaped him when the man met his movements with thrusts of his own, pushing as deep into him as he could in their current position. There was no way he was going to complain of course, he liked how deep the other man was able to sink into him feeling his muscles twitch and spasm as he reached a depth that he hadn’t before. He didn’t know how long he was moving like that until their position change again and he found himself on his back not even one thrust being missed as it sank back into him.

 

The new position got him louder as he moved faster and harder into him. It was hard for him to try to be quiet as his prostate was targeted and abused with each thrust. It felt too good to try to object as he withered beneath his client, his legs falling farther open as he was pushed into the pillows. It wasn’t until his lips were once more captured in a heated and wet kiss that the noises he was making were muffled and almost silenced. Eagerly he returned it, his arms wrapped around the other’s neck as they shared the kiss. Though his grip wasn’t very strong, his whole body felt weak with the amount of pleasure that was flooding through him. He could feel how close he was getting to the edge and it was a bit disappointing how it was going to come to an end already. Kario really didn’t want it to stop, he loved the feeling of the blonde inside of him, and he loved it even more when he was taking him in such a manner.

 

Struggling to try to hold his orgasm off he knew it wasn’t going to work for very long. Especially when the older man kept thrusting into his prostate. Each hit of that sensitive bundle made pleasure shoot up his spine and almost push him over, each time he was almost tipped over the edge his body tense and his muscles spasmed a whimper escaping him and into the kiss. Kario broke the kiss himself needing to pull in some air as his breathing was labored, his arms tightening around the older man as he was thrust into again another whine escaping him. Despite his best attempts he wasn’t able to fend it off for very long before he came, his body shuddered, and his muscles tightened around the member still buried inside of him. As much as he would have loved for it to continue he just hadn’t been able to hold it off any longer. He had to admit he was a bit disappointed, considering out of all of his clients the blonde really was his favorite and he wanted their time together to last as long as possible.

[-Hideki-]

Apparently the young male didn’t seem to believe that he really would get the idea that the other cared about him to a degree if he continued acting like that towards him. And why would he believe it ? The governor had said it like a joke and the other probably didn’t think that some middle aged man would be that stupid to actually believe he cared.

Then he stopped himself in his thought. Maybe he said that he wouldn’t get the wrong idea because he would get the right idea? That would mean that he did actually care and felt some affection towards him in one way or the other! He liked that idea much better so he decided to understand and interpret it that way.

 

It surprised him to see and to hear that Kario liked his hair that much. Sure Devon had heard that his hair had a great colour before but no one had ever even mentioned the texture of it and the governor had actually always thought that his hair texture was .... normal, average, not special. No one had ever touched his hair and had been fascinated by how it felt; no one had wanted to touch it in particular in the first place.

No one except for the prostitute that was who seemingly thought it was especially soft. Ashfield’s blond mane was straight and consisted of a damn lot of really thin hairs and the amount of hairs made it full even though the single hair was really fine.

The governor smiled back at the black haired man. “I didn’t know that my hair texture was that much of a turn on. My hairdresser must be one lucky man.” He laughed but couldn’t help but find it cute how much the other liked touching his hair.

 

 

As he was ramming his cock as deep into the other as it got their tongues were swirling around each other and Devon’s tongue tried to catch the other’s just to set it free again and catch it again. Their salvia was mixing as well as the sweat on their skin. He felt the heat coming from Kario and the arms that were wrapped around his strong neck. All this motivated him even more to make what he had said before true.

 

Ashfield wanted to fuck the other better than any of those other dudes could ever do it. So he was intensifying his thrusts, trying to go even faster and harder while his mind was completely clouded with the pleasure that was running through his cock infecting his whole body.

The blond thought that he would feel that in his body later that day since even though he was fit he was exhausting himself to show the other how he could make him feel and that he was the best at sex as well.

 

As both of them were moaning into their kiss it was like their moans would mix as well and become one. The man only broke the kiss to catch some breath and then pressed their lips together again as if he would die without the taste of the younger’s lips.

It was amazing how he made the other’s body burn in pleasure and lust and the lewd face and noises he made were damn hot but he somehow knew that his own face and body also displayed the pleasure that was consuming him completely and driving him to his limits as well, knowing that he couldn’t keep on with this without exploding in the other’s arse if the man’s muscle would clench around him tighter and tighter the closer the black haired got to climax.

 

Just when he felt Kario’s muscles tensing beneath him and his hot pulsating cock erupting between their bodies staining not only his own but also Devon’s torso with the huge load of sperm the younger male’s arse choke his dick so hard that he loudly groaned in pleasure and felt his own muscles tensing up and twitching, his body on fire while the rhythm was broken and his thrusts became hard and irregular before his dick released a giant load of cum filling up the other’s hole even more than the other day they had done it.

 

His muscles relaxed and he sank a little lower getting covered in more of Kario’s sperm heavily breathing and his pulse as high as if he had run a marathon just now.

The blond looked down into the other’s handsome face satisfaction written into the golden eyes. His hand was running over the other’s sweaty body before he kissed the other’s lips again and then gently licked over the bruises on the man’s body carefully kissing him where his body had taken damage and the capillaries had been broken under his skin due to being beaten or kicked.

 

Ashfield rolled over to the side after another few kisses onto the other’s body but he didn’t just lay there he laid his arm around the younger male pulling him as close as possible holding him so that he could feel his heart pounding like crazy in the other’s chest and the heavy breathing and that Kario could feel his heart beating as well.

He stroke a strand of black hair out of the man’s face and kissed his cheek. “That was quite something that early in the morning.” the blond said taking some time to calm down while holding the other’s body in his arms.

 

While he was relaxing on the bed enjoying the sight of his cum leaking out of the other’s hole again and the gorgeous body covered in sperm he heard a familiar sound coming from where he had put the suit. It was his phone. Annoyed he let his head sink into the pillows rolling his eyes before he turned to the young man next to him. “Excuse me, I have to take the call real quick!” he said getting out of the bed searching for the phone. He saw that it was Clarence so he took the call and he hadn’t even said “Hello!” completely when the old man on the other end started to talk as if they were after him with a gun.

 

“Jeff has published some of the evidence and information about Claris Miller right after you had left the office yesterday and the media has already gotten a hold of it, it ‘s already on the news. Then Jeff said I should release your statement and I did and you know how they are, you know them they are cormorant for sensation and news and now they want you to give a statement to the statement, give some interviews and appear in the studio at midday. The phone is running hot already and I’m alone in your office, I can’t handle that Devon! You have to hurry and get here right away. Where are you ?” he shouted into the receiver and Ashfield held his phone away from his ear a little so that he wouldn't suffer from a sudden deafness after Clarence’s call.

 

“Calm down Clarence. You’re okay, you’re gonna handle that.” He sighed standing in the middle of the prostitute’s room completely naked, Kario’s cum running down his abs and the remains of his own semen dripping from the tip of his cock. “I’m at home in my bed, I’ve been asleep before you called. And I’ll be there as soon as I can, alright?” the governor lied without thinking twice. Clarence however wasn’t satisfied:”No you’ll come here immediately young man. If the journalists arrive here and I’m the only one in the office, oh no, this can’t happen. I’m not gonna make it out alive.” The shy, socially awkward and humble friend of his father who had nothing in common with him said obviously panicking.

“You have survived worse than that Clarence” he stated and it didn’t encourage Clarence at all. “I’d rather survive all of that again than being alone with the journalists.” He said and Devon sighed deeply this time. “I doubt that is true, you’re exaggerating. I’ll be with you as soon as possible. See you.” The governor said and hung up on his assistant.

 

Putting his phone back into the pocket of his suit he faced Kario again. “Sorry, this is impolite I know but it really was important.” He said while he was grabbing some of the tissues again cleaning the whore and himself off of the cum again. “I’ll have to hurry this time. So I don’t know if you want to accompany me in the shower anyway or take your time and shower unhurried when I’m gone?” he asked the younger man.

[Sathenus]

Kario was bummed to hear the man make a comment about how lucky his hairdresser was. It just meant he’d have to enjoy the soft strands even more whenever he got the chance. Something he was determined not to stop doing, he knew that the man wouldn’t get the wrong idea from him gently caressing him in such a manner. He really did care for him, as strange as that might sound. Especially considering he knew very little about the man. Kario was not one to believe in love at first sight, but something about the man had seemed to draw him in from the very first moment he stepped through the doors to the room.

 

A pleasant feeling filled him at the sensation of so much being pumped into his body a groan escaping him as he relaxed against the bed. Kario could feel that it was even more than what had been released into him the last time the man had visited. It was honestly something that pleased him, knowing that the man had obviously enjoyed himself. Returning the kiss he watched as those lips moved from his to kiss the bruises that littered his body. It was kind of sweet that the man seemed to gently pay them attention obviously making no attempt to hurt him more. The feeling of his lips carefully pressing against his still tender bruises was oddly soothing. It didn’t take long before the man stopped doing so and laid down on the bed relaxing into it. He was a little surprised when an arm was laid around him and he was pulled close so that he was pressed into the man’s side. His head rested gently on the other’s chest, he could hear his heart beating and that was oddly pleasing as well.

 

Resting there in the other’s arms as he worked on calming his breathing and heartbeat he could feel the ache start to set in. It was a rather pleasant ache though one he truly wouldn’t change. He laughed softly at the man’s words, “It was definitely a great way to start the day.” He commented with a smile looking up at the other. What he wasn’t expecting was the sudden sound of a phone ringing to fill the room. Instantly his eyes moved towards the man’s stuff knowing that was the only logical explanation. Sure enough the blonde excused himself and slipped out of the bed making Kario fight a small pout. As much as he wanted to pout and object he knew it was not his place to do so and that his client had more important things to deal with. That and it wasn’t his place to do such a thing.

 

Using this as a chance to inspect his body he noticed that once more the man’s semen was leaking out of him, quite a bit more than last time. Considering he hadn’t even stood up yet he could only imagine how much was still inside of him waiting to be cleaned out. The thought alone made him groan slightly as he laid back on the bed allowing his eyes to drift shut trying his best not to listen to the conversation going on in the room. He could hear the loud sound stating the other person on the phone was speaking rather loudly, even if he couldn’t make out what the man was saying. Still, his client seemed to be trying to calm the man down and let him know he could handle whatever it was. Kario glanced towards the ceiling watching it, not like it was that interesting. He figured he probably should go clean himself up while the blonde was on the phone but he didn’t really want to do so.

 

Not sure how long he was lying there before the man returned and once more grabbed some tissue and began to clean them off. He listened as the man apologized and he just shrugged, “It’s fine.” He really didn’t feel like he was owed an apology. The man had other things to tend to, so his phone rang. At least it was after they had sex and not during, he knew that would have been a nightmare at least in his opinion. Still when he was told how he was going to have to shower rather quickly this time Kario didn’t really think about his response. “That’s okay. I don’t mind joining you.” He replied with a smile as he sat up and slipped off the bed. Even if he would have preferred that they were still cuddling in bed he wasn’t going to complain to showering with him. Slipping his hand into the other’s he led him from the room and back into the bathroom turning the water on and waiting just long enough for it to be warm before stepping in pulling the blonde in after him.

 

“Let’s get you cleaned up so you can head out and take care of things.” Kario said with a smile as he reached around the man to grab the shower gel to help his client wash up knowing that the other man had other things to handle right now. He worked diligently, taking the chance to admire the body before him as he helped wash him up. He wasn’t really worried about himself right now, he could finish cleaning up after as he sunk slowly to his knees to make sure he helped the man thoroughly get cleaned up. From this position he glanced up at the blonde’s face a small smirk crossing his face. “This is a nice view of you.” He commented as he took a minute to enjoy the look. After a moment he rose back to his feet and spoke, “I think that about covers your body.” Kario had been careful to not try to entice the man again. It wouldn’t be nice of him to do that with them being short on time right now.

 

Kario would only have a few minutes after the blonde left to prepare himself for the next client so he set to work cleaning himself next. The pleasant ache he had felt earlier was eased a little by the warm water. He knew as the day went on that original pleasant feeling he got from the ache would fade away to just an ache. Right now he could at least enjoy the cause of it, and he was sure that the man would be on his mind all day again. There was a small part of him who didn’t like how significant the man seemed to be after just one initial interaction. This was after all only the second time that they had had even technically met and he still didn’t know his client’s name. It wasn’t like he was going to press the matter, until the man felt more comfortable with him Kario truly felt like that small tidbit of information wasn’t truly necessary.

 

“You should probably get going. I’d hate to keep you from your duties and all.” Kario said as he set to work cleaning himself turning to glance back towards the man. “I really will look forward to seeing you again though. Maybe… next time you won’t have to leave so quickly.” He added after a moment wanting the older man to know that he truly was going to look forward to him returning. But Kario knew that he was just a stress reliever in a sense, a way for the man to release some sexual tension that he wouldn’t be able to get out any other way. He never tried to fool himself, he knew very well why these men came here again and again. He also knew that it had nothing to do with them caring about him, just like he knew most of the figured he didn’t care about them either. Normally that was true, but in this case, it was far from it. He couldn’t explain why he had grown so quickly attached to the other man, and it wasn’t just because of how good he made him feel.

 

In the end he would be waiting here for the man to return just like he did with every client. It wasn’t like he really had a choice in the end, but at least the blonde made him happy to see someone walk through the door rather than sigh and ask himself how long it would last this time. Working on washing his hair a soft sigh escaped him as he cleaned himself up not really looking forward to the rest of the day. Since he had already seen the person he had been the most interested in seeing he knew the rest of the day was just going to drag. Things couldn’t get much worse than that working here, even the bruises littering his body as reminders of how some clients treated him weren’t nearly as bad as a day that dragged by.

[-Hideki-]

Since he had hoped for the other to still join him in the bathroom he gave him a small smile even though he wasn’t happy about having to rush to get into the office.

Devon also wasn’t looking forward to talking to the journalists. He wasn’t fond of them and in his experience they always twisted every word he said and did everything to drag his name through the dirt. Or they used plain and simple lies.

But he never let it show how much he despised the journalists or the media. Throwing a tantrum, making accusations and insulting journalists would have only made him look stupid in the end so he wasn’t doing that and was especially friendly whenever he had to speak to them.

 

His golden eyes were running over Kario’s body again while he was walking behind him and when he got everything ready for showering. It was a delicious sight and he had liked to hold him and touch him for much longer. The blond didn’t know how the other felt about that though and he asked himself whether he was glad that he had to leave in a hurry or if he had liked to spend some more time with him. The prostitute didn’t let his wishes or wants show and that was a natural thing in this profession and probably necessary he guessed but Ashfield would have liked to know what the other was thinking about him. While it had surprised him it had definetely been a positive surprise when the other had told him that he wanted him to fuck him and thereby had expressed his needs. The governor just didn’t want Kario to act like a puppet or a sex toy that had no wants of its own and just existed to please others.

 

As soon as Devon had stepped under the shower he was taken care of by the younger man and he felt the hands of the black haired rubbing his body with the shower gel. He relaxed into the touch and enjoyed it but he was thankful that he took care of not sexually stimulating and seducing him again. With the knowledge that he had to head to work soon that would have been quite cruel as Ashfield couldn’t afford walking through his day aroused and distracted by thinking about sex the whole time.

 

When Kario was kneeling before him, his head at a similar height as the blond’s cock, he smirked at the other’s comment about the good view. “It’s certainly the best view of me. Maybe that’s the angle one should draw a portrait from, what do you think?” he said knowing that he was talking complete nonsense. But it was nice to not weigh every single word he said and not fear that someone would interpret something into it with the intention to defame him. Sometimes he wished he could just not make sense or say stuff without substance either from time to time like everyone else.

 

Ashfield didn’t make an attempt to leave the shower when the other had finished cleaning him off. He leaned on the wet wall and looked how the whore started to get himself clean as well. His golden eyes focussed on how he spread his arse to get Devon’s cum out. “Now I’m the one who has the nice view.” He commented with a wide grin on his lips. “You really have a cute arse.”

 

It didn’t make him too happy to be reminded of the fact that he should leave but there was something in the way the prostitute had said it that made him think that he wasn’t happy about the fact that they had gotten disturbed by Clarence’s call at all.

And that was positive in his eyes. “You’re not keeping me from anything. This stupid incident is keeping me from enjoying some more time with you. I would have much rather stayed and held you. My work currently is a dumb joke anyway. I’m happy when this is over again and I’ll be able to focus on the real work again and not on that idiotic circus.” He let the other know and was probably boring him with his rant about his work. Devon didn’t want to know how many men have already bored him with work rants during the years while Kario himself actually was the one who had the most to complain about.

 

A genuine and bright smile formed on his lips because the other really sounded as if he was looking forward to seeing him and being with him again and he made it clear that he wasn’t happy about the quick leave. Ashfield made a step forward and there was almost no distance between the two of them left anymore. He grabbed the other’s arse with his left hand and pulled his body closer when his right arm wrapped around the young male’s back. Devon pressed his lips against the other's and started to passionately kiss him again, his tongue greedily swirling around the prostitute's. “I’ll make sure to have enough time for us next time. I’ll leave the damn phone at home. And maybe you’ll even tell me what bothered you that much. Just if you want to that is. I’d be interested in hearing what you have to say.” The governor winked, giving the other’s butt a good squeeze before he forced himself to leave the shower.

 

He dried himself with a towel rather quickly, got back into the ruby-coloured suit again, put his sunglasses back on and left the brothel rushing to the business car he had to get back to the corporation.

Even though he got clocked because he tried to go as fast as possible it had taken him quite some time to get to the corporation, to get home from the corporation, to change suits and hairstyles and to get to his office then.

 

 

 

When he opened the door he found a suffocating Clarence and a pissed left-wing journalist named Caroline Springs, whom Devon completely despised, and who was acting bitchy towards the old man in the polka-dotted green sweat-vest.

“There he is! I told you he just had to go to the toilet.” The seventy-two year old said wiping away the sweat from his forehead. Devon wanted to facepalm badly when he heard that Clarence hadn’t come up with a better excuse than him being on the toilet but he smiled a polite smile anyway because now he had to stick to this.

 

“He was on the toilet for fifteen minutes!” she hissed and Ashfield stepped in.

“Miss Springs! Nice to meet you, I have to apologise for my abstinence but I had seafood yesterday and I tend to not have a good tolerance for it. I’m sure you can understand.” He said and she screwed her nose but didn’t ask any further.

 

After his live appearance in the studio of a station that wasn’t completely in favour of Claris Miller in the afternoon he had given a dozens of interviews already and many journalists had followed Caroline Springs. But she was by all means the worst out of them all and he didn’t even know why she hated him that much. If one read her articles one could think that Devon had personally done her harm but he didn’t even know that woman.

 

Devon didn’t make any afford to check the headlines or to follow everything that would be written or said. If he did it would drive him crazy one day.

He was just happy that no other journalist had announced themselves for that day so he was heading right to the limousine when he saw a woman leaning on the black car. She was wearing sunglasses with diamonds on the sides and had a bod that was half white and half black on her head. She was wearing a black and white designer ladies’ suit with a skirt and her plumped lips were painted blood red.

“Honey!” she said when she saw him coming and she let her phone slip into one of those trillion handbags she had. “Mum!” Devon said but couldn’t ask anything because she had already pulled him into a hug. “You were great in there. We will make Claris crawl over the floor and lick our feet.” She said brushing through his hair with her gloved hand ruining it. “Let’s have some drink. There is that café I wanted to try the whole time.” She decided and led him away from the car onto the street.

 

“How do you like my new hairstyle? I’ve also been to Dr. Stone’s office today, that’s why my face is still a little stiff.” The seventy years old woman who didn’t look her age said and Devon looked down to her. “Everything is absolutely stunning mum.” He told her because she would have taken everything else as an insult. The truth was that Devon would never like it that her face was barely even moving anymore and had little to no expression left. He would have found her more beautiful with some winkles but a natural expression. In his eyes Dr. Stone’s name was quite fitting as he created stone faces.

 

His mother seemed happy though and she told him about the latest fashion show and he was nodding but not listening. When they arrived at the café she had had in mind the waiter made it known that he thought they were a couple and it wasn’t the first time that had happened and it wasn’t the first time that Ashfield felt embarrassed by the fact that his mother looked and dressed like that. “We aren’t a couple. This is my mother.” He said and he could see the look on the waiter’s face who now examined both of them closely. “I sincerely apologise.” The dark haired waiter of the luxurious café said and while his mum chuckled and walked off to find the best table for them the man stopped Devon.

 

“Aren’t you like forty or something?” he asked completely forgetting his manners while the young man in his early twenties looked up and down on the governor.

“That comes close to it.” The governor said and the waiter shook his head in disbelief. “I thought she was younger than you. How old is she really?” the man couldn’t stop his curiosity. “If your life means something to you I shouldn’t tell you and I will give you a good advice too: Never ask her!” The waiter nodded:”Understood.”

 

Ashfield was sitting down next to his mother and she smiled at him apparently still happy and that made him smile too. He really liked his mother even though he found her and her being that eccentric as well as her dressing up like a young popstar a little embarrassing. “Isn’t it nice that we finally get to spend some time together again? You are so busy lately. And you haven’t come to Paris with me in years.” She said and he thought that she had been a little bored since her retirement because he couldn’t remember her taking much value into spending time with him.

 

In his childhood she had been more disappointed that he wasn’t a girl anyway and had let his father spend time with him. And she hadn’t enjoyed taking him to Paris either. She had been annoyed about him not being interested in the stuff she was doing there and Devon had ended up in a gay bar in Amsterdam while she had stayed in France doing her fashion thing.

Ashfield didn’t want to bring this up or remind her about that though so he said:” The waiter thought you were younger than me.” And since she had put down the sun glasses he could see her golden eyes that resembled his starting to shine.

 

There had been nothing to complain about drinking a coffee with his mum in the café the only thing that had bugged him had been the TV that showed the local news program and hence showed him.

The week continued to be full of interviews and TV appearances as Jeff released all the scandals about Claris Miller and Clarence posted his statements.

And when he saw the polls on Wednesday a huge smiled crossed his face and he couldn’t help but enjoying himself. Claris had never had such a bad result in a poll and it was more of a gratification than he would have thought.

 

Even his hours with his personal trainer had been better because he had been more open and friendly towards her and she had reacted positively surprised by that and she had become more confident around him what made their interaction more pleasant overall. Her voice still enjoyed the hell out of him though.

 

When he had started to make some research about prostitution and about the people who got into such a situation Devon’s father had closed the laptop even though he had had his hands on the keyboard.

His father had demanded that he would concentrate on the campaign and the important things that the voters were interested in and that would bring an advantage for the corporation. The old man had made fun of him for taking interest into such a topic no one actually cared about, saying that if he wanted to waste his time on social issues he could do that on a day off after he had been re-elected. Somehow his father had never had much appreciation for those invested in the social sector and had looked down on all social workers he had ever met.

 

Somehow he regretted that he hadn’t found the time to see Kario again yet. There had been moments in which he had liked to have him around. But he couldn’t just call him and invite him over to his mansion for dinner or watching a movie. It just didn’t work that way so he always had to get the handsome man out of his head for that time.

 

 

When he was alone in his office on Friday at midday - Clarence had headed off to buy them some Chinese fast food for lunch - someone knocked on the door. It surprised him because most people were having their lunch already and no one had made an appointment with him but he was allowing the person to enter.

There was surprise written all over his face when he saw Claris Miller walking into his office her face torn in anger when she saw Ashfield.

 

“Claris what a wonderful surprise to see you! What brought you into my office? Did you want a chance to see it once, realising what you will lose?” he provoked her with a satisfied smirk on his lips. “Shut it you arrogant arsehole! I know that you are behind all of that!” she accused him and Devon leaned back in his expensive, huge, luxurious leather chair. “Me? You’re overestimating my ability when it comes to technology. I’m a noob when it comes to computers.” The governor explained and Claris was stepping closer. “Don’t play dumb. Not you did this, your staff did this in your name.” She yelled and Ashfield raised his eyebrows making an innocent face. “Now you’re overestimating Clarence’s abilities with computers, even though he makes those wonderful videos of his dog. Do you want to see them?” he asked and grabbed his phone to show her a video of Clarence’s Basset hound snoring loudly.

 

 

Claris looked as if her head was about to explode from anger caused by the humiliation she had had to face the whole week. She smashed her hands onto the governors table so that the picture of Devon’s parents wagged dangerously. The blond man stopped it from falling when Claris hissed:” Enough of that!”

Ashfield sighed looking at her. “Listen, I just know that you apparently are a communist, an unfaithful wife and a drunken driver and I like none of that. Not to mention that you not only cheat on your husband you also cheat the state despite of your own socialist ideals. And most people seem to not like all those things either. Hypocrites and cheaters aren’t exactly popular. You have to be real for the voters you know. Taking them seriously!” the man explained to her sounding like a teacher who speaks to his dumbest student.

 

“Many of those thing had been when I was almost still a girl and ..... God, I don’t need to justify myself in front of someone like you.” She barked and Devon smiled widely taking his phone again. “You’re going down Ashfield! Mark my words I will destroy you and your entire career. When I am done with you your name will never recover from this again, I swear.” She threatened him and while she was dead serious the governor had turned on one of Clarence’s dog videos where one of the man’s great-grandchildren threw a ball and the Basset hound was just looking how it flew through the air and then yawned wholeheartedly. “Bring it!” Devon said to her without even bothering to look at her and he added “bitch!” in his mind but didn’t say it out loud.

When Claris made her way out of his office she nearly dumped into Clarence who was bringing their food.

 

 

His Saturday had been rather busy too but on Sunday he only had a business dinner at his parent’s place on the evening so he figured that he had enough time for another visit in the brothel in the morning. Since his insomnia didn’t let him sleep he found himself to be the first costumer out there again, standing there, this time wearing a blue metallic suit with a rather unconventional pattern.

 

 

It didn’t surprise him to see the man from the automobile industry again and it also wasn’t a surprise that he wasn’t thrilled to see Devon standing there again.

“Damn it! Not you again. It’s Sunday for god’s sake. And how do you even look like. Why do you need a discreet place like that anyway? Everyone must know the way you dress.” The guy growled displeased making a grumpy face. Devon ignored him and just smiled.

 

It didn’t matter what the guy said he wouldn’t get to see Kario first. There was still the worry that he might figure out who he was but he really didn’t seem to have a clue. And even if he knew, he wouldn’t publish it because for one it would reveal that he was going to the same place and second he would shoot into his own leg if he brought governor Ashfield down who was the ideal candidate for his industry.

 

Devon didn’t have to wait long until the door opened and he could go through to Kario’s room. It was weird but he felt that he even was a little impatient to see him again and that made him feel childish but somehow in a weird way he had been looking forward to their session and to be seeing the other again.

 

This time he pulled the sunglasses off while the door was still falling close behind him and he smiled at the whore when he saw him on his bed as usual.

“Hello Kario!” he greeted him. “Have you missed me?” Devon asked in a playful tone and revealed the pockets of his suit to the young man. “No phone this time. In exchange for that I look like a disco ball today though.”

[Sathenus]

“I’d love a portrait of you from this angle.” Kario replied with a pleasant smile. He really did love the view of the blonde while he was on his knees, and he was not lying about loving a portrait of the man from this angle. Kario was sure the smile on his face had made that quite clear as well. After he had turned to wash himself he felt his face flush a deep red when he heard the man say that he was the one with a good view, glancing rather innocently over his shoulder to give the man another smile. He was glad that the other enjoyed the sight, even if it had been a bit unintentional. “I’m glad you think so.” He was of course happy with his own body, and had long ago accepted that others loved his body too.

 

Kario had turned slightly when he noticed the man take a step towards him just for his ass to be grabbed as he was pulled closer, the man’s other arm wrapping around his back and holding him close. He was surprised to be held so close to the other’s body, and yet he enjoyed their sudden closeness. Returning the kiss, he hummed softly when the other pulled back just to say that he’d make sure he had more time for him next time and would leave his phone at home. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” He replied with a large smile watching as the older man moved to step out of the shower. Kario watched him for a moment before he returned to washing himself. It wasn’t long before he was cleaned up and stepping out of the shower, turning the water off behind him before he grabbed a towel and dried himself off.

 

By the time he returned to the room the blonde was already gone. He sighed softly as he stretched his muscles a little bit. Making sure that he wasn’t tense in any way. The rest of the day passed much the same way that it always did, he was forced into more positions than he could count, bent over the bed more than he wanted to admit, and occasionally even taken against the wall. Though everyone handled him slightly differently none of them really made him feel like the blonde man who could make him feel the largest amounts of pleasure than anyone else had even gotten close to.

 

He was with his last client of the day, bent over the bed once more. By this point in the day his insides felt numb, though he knew the man was thrusting into him and he could feel enough of it to be aware of how deep he was sinking into him it wasn’t enough to give him much stimulation anymore. He had been brought to climax so many times, and his body had felt so many cocks rub against his normally sensitive insides that it was hard to give him a spark of pleasure at this point. Considering the man was his last client of the day though he wasn’t expected to reach climax again, all he had to do was get the other off and he’d be done for night. He’d be able to relax and get a much-needed break.

 

The hand buried in his hair kept his head pulled back in a rather uncomfortable position, but Kario didn’t complain. He just allowed his back to curve to stick his ass out better for the man and to keep his head where the other wanted it. The hand that had been resting on his hip trailed up his side to grip his shoulder pulling him back onto the other’s length. He groaned, a thrust placed just right to finally making a spark of pleasure shoot through him earning the client a pleasant reaction as he tensed, and his insides tightened around the member buried inside of him. His hand had fisted in the sheets beneath him momentarily as a groan parted his lips eyes drifting shut.

 

He truly couldn’t remember the last time he had been fucked so many times that he felt so numb, that he couldn’t seem to get hard or build up to any sort of climax. His nerves had been shot, and despite the spark that had been given to him he was back to those useless thrusts. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t able to keep the muscles tight and pleasurable for the older client though and it wasn’t much longer before he felt the wet heat telling him that he was being filled with his client’s climax. Kario knew the name of very few of his clients, most feeling like the young whore didn’t need to know something so personal. Personally, Kario didn’t care if he knew their names or not. They all faded into one another, accept for one that is. The blonde was still on his mind even as he felt the softening cock leave him and the man finally releasing him completely.

 

Allowing his muscles to relax he just laid there, head now resting comfortably in the sheets, his body was once more covered in sweat and he once more ached. It wasn’t the pleasant ache he had been left with this morning though, it was the ache he had learned to associate with being overused. It didn’t matter though, the day was done, he could relax, he didn’t have to worry about anyone else coming so he didn’t have to rush to get cleaned up either. He wasn’t sure how long he had laid there but he had ended up dozing off. When he woke up he slowly made his way to the bathroom and finally got in the shower. The hot water helping him relax against once more. Now that he was clean he returned to his room and crawled back into the bed almost falling back asleep instantly.

 

The following day it was back to his old routine, his day started with the man that he now knew the blonde didn’t like. Just like it normally would have. It was clear by how hard he was being thrust into and the rough hands holding him firmly in place that he hadn’t been happy that someone had beat him to him the day before. Kario grit his teeth and just accepted it. His body opening to the rough thrusts even if he wanted to struggle against it. The days passed by excruciatingly slow and turned into a long week, day after day he had been hoping to see the blonde again just to be disappointed. Kario couldn’t understand why he was so attached to the man, but he knew that he did really want him back. He wanted to spend time with him again, to feel his cock inside of him, and to be held in his arms once more.

 

All the things that he wanted Kario was aware he couldn’t technically have. Even if the blond was to return he knew that he would still only be a prostitute. He was here providing a service, nothing more. When he went to bed that night he was expecting another normal day in the morning. He was woken up like normal rather early to eat and get ready for the day. It was about a half an hour after he had eaten and showered once more that the door opened. He glanced towards it completely uninterested expecting to see the same man that he was used to seeing in the morning. But that wasn’t who walked through the door.

 

Instantly he felt his heart start to race and he perked up considerably as he watched the man, a large pleased smile crossing his face. “Very much so!” He replied rather enthusiastically. He really had missed the man as he changed his position on the bed. Now he was kneeling there much like he had the very first time he had met the blonde. Kario watched as the man revealed his pockets to him, proving that he had indeed left his phone at home this time. That certainly pleased him, maybe even more than it should, everything considered. “I don’t think you look like a disco ball.” He commented looking the man over once more. He was wearing another one of his odd suits that he seemed to have, but he didn’t think it was bad in any way.

 

Kario was curious how the man’s week had gone, but was it his place to ask? He truly wasn’t sure just how much he would be allowed to ask. Every client was different, some didn’t like it if he spoke at all, others wanted him to express himself just not with actual words. So he still wasn’t quite sure what the blonde would find acceptable. Hadn’t he said last time though that he had wanted to hear what had bothered him the last time he was here? With that on his mind he spoke his curiosity evident in his voice, “How was your week?”

 

Wanting to know more about him, more about what the blonde did and how he spent his week. Maybe it wasn’t such a good thing that he wanted to know though? It occurred to him after asking that his question might seem like he was prying and trying to uncover more about a client who did not want to let him know who he was yet. “I mean… if you want to tell me…” He suddenly said offering for the other to deny him an answer. It was hard to make conversation with someone, he wasn’t used to it. He was always given orders; pleasant conversation wasn’t one of the services he was intended to provide.

 

It made him think back to the past week without the man stopping by. Kario understood he had probably gotten busy, but things here hadn’t exactly been pleasant. Being bent into all sorts of positions, more than he could possibly count. At least with the blond he knew that he wasn’t going to be bent into something weird, forced to bend in ways he was sure no man should, prostitute or otherwise. He had strained his back at some point during the weak causing him pain whenever any part of him was moved to much from being held into positions that his flexibility just didn’t allow. Such injuries were common for him though and he was forced to work through them

 

The pain wasn’t that bad if he wasn’t forced into a position where his back was forced to bend. Granted the way he was sitting he had arched his back a little making him seem a little taller in his excitement. It made it ache a bit more, but he never flinched. The pain of a strained or pulled muscle was something he was used to. He knew that was probably all it was, either a pulled muscle, bruised muscle or less common a pinched nerve. Either way it was something he could ignore and act like it wasn’t a problem.

 

Pulling himself out of his sudden thoughts he flashed the blond a smile and finally slipped out of the bed walking towards him. He really had missed the man, but he had already expressed such a thing more than he felt he should. “As much as I do kinda like this suit, let’s get you out of it shall we?” He questioned as he reached up to start to unbutton the suit jacket. It didn’t take him long to have removed that piece and start on the shirt beneath. Within a minute or so he had that off as well leave the man in just his pants once more. Reaching for his hand he led him back towards the bed where he rather gracefully settled himself and waited for the other to join him. Kario realized he would be happy even with the man so much as just holding him in his arms. Despite how much his body was definitely looking forward to the sex he was positive they would be having as well.

[-Hideki-]

The governor hadn’t expected such an enthusiastic response and it was pleasant for him to know that the other must have awaited his return, must have thought about him and really missed him in one way or the other. Devon himself was glad to see the young man’s attractive features again as well and he found himself incredibly drawn to the shine that the brown eyes of Kario had now that the other had seen him.

 

The blond man had liked to see the other much earlier but he hadn’t had the time to visit the brothel nor had he wanted to be at a brothel when he had been tired from his day. What he would have liked to do was calling the man over and spending the night with him, watching a movie, eating something and if Devon hadn’t fallen asleep on the sofa already having sex. Much more casually and intimately and with the opportunity to just fall asleep where he was. It was odd as he shouldn’t think of a prostitute in such a way, he knew he shouldn’t. The fact that the man was going through his mind when he wasn’t even thinking about sex in particular and wasn’t horny was not supposed to be. He also didn’t think about his car mechanic when nothing was wrong with his car.

 

The genuine curiosity the other had when he asked about his week was unusual to say the least. Devon knew this question only as a phrase that normally was answered with another phrase just for the sake of politeness. No one who asked that really wanted to know the answer but it seemed like the prostitute really took an interest in his week and Ashfield didn’t see anything that would speak against answering it for him. It was easy for the governor to answer questions without revealing too much or getting to the actual point. He could tell Kario how his week had been without giving him any information about who he was. Oddly enough the young man really didn’t seem to know the governor of his home state.

 

But just when he wanted to answer the question the black haired made a step back even seeming somewhat insecure about having asked him a question that was one of the most common questions in everyday life. And Devon had no problem with conversations and directing conversations at all. Talking was a major part of his job and he constantly dealt with people asking him much more complicated and sometimes even personally intrusive questions. “It’s all good. It’s nice to hear that you take an interest in me.” He assured the younger male that it was okay to ask him.

 

“My week was stressful, busy but about as satisfying as that circus can get.” He started off his answer and it was true. Thinking about the polls and how his bar destroyed Claris’s bar had really been great and he was still leading without a doubt. There had almost been no negative talk about him and everyone had forgotten about the thing with the shoes and that he was supposedly a hater of women.

Everything had circled around Claris Miller's dirty laundry and the people didn’t seem to trust her anymore at all.

 

Since he had been answering the other’s question he hadn't realised that the man had seemed to be in his own thoughts again. He wanted to continue his answer when the black haired walked up to him taking his tie into his hand telling him that he wanted to get him out of his suit. That wasn’t surprising but that he actually seemed to like this suit definitely was and it made him chuckle.

Ashfield wasn’t really able to concentrate on the talking so he didn’t say anything anymore watching the skilled fingers of the young man unbuttoning his jacket and his shirt, leaving the governor in the glimmering metallic blue trousers of his suit but with a bare chest.

 

While he followed Kario to the bed he could concentrate enough again since he wasn’t undressed any further at the moment.

The blond slipped out of his shoes and threw himself onto the bed as if it was his own. Not that he would have slept in a bed of that quality, he would have never put something like that into his home. It actually reminded him about the one in the dorm room in university. What others had been impressed by Devon had deemed low quality. “I’ve also had been at the cafè with my mum this week. I think she is bored at the moment. The waiter thought we were a couple and it wasn’t the first time that has happened. My mum is quite an eccentric woman. But since she’s the one buying those suits I guess you can tell. She would be glad to hear that you like this suit though, I am certain.” He finally continued talking leaning over to Kario pulling him close.

 

Ashfield wrapped his arm around the prostitute’s shoulder but he didn’t do anything except for stroking his shoulder with his fingers and feeling the warmth of the other’s body on his own. For some reason he didn’t want to get it on right away and then disappear again. He sure wanted to fuck the other but not like that again, he wanted more from him. The blond had brought a lot of time with him and he would not hurry or rush anything. It didn’t matter to him if the dude who would come after him had to wait until kingdom come. The guy could still do what automobile guy had done: chose another whore, Devon liked that thought better anyway. The man started to not appreciate it anymore that other guys had their way with Kario they had and that was not a good thing because it would lead to anger and disappointment because he couldn’t have that man for himself.

 

“I’ve also been nicer to my personal fitness coach. It changed her somehow, she seemed more at ease and more confident and the whole thing had become less annoying. Except for her voice that’s still beyond ugly.” He let the other know and gave him a smile. It had really been an overall good week for the governor and everything looked as if it went in his favour now and he was confident and without worry that he would get re-elected. Claris wouldn’t recover from that anytime soon. Sure Caroline Springs had written an article that accused him of working with hackers and Devon had asked Jeff just to make sure that that journalist had no evidence for that but Jeff assured him that she was accusing him without evidence again.

 

There also was Claris’s threat but Ashfield just couldn’t take it seriously and just saw that outburst as an acknowledgment of her own defeat. What could she possibly find about him? There was nothing. Devon never used his computers for private things. He never wrote mails or short messages and the man had no private life whatsoever. No partner, no affairs, no family, not even friends at this point. Sure he had one friend left whom he had known since high-school but he saw him about twice a year. His friend and he lived in completely different worlds and he wasn’t keen on seeing Ashfield regularly because they had nothing in common anymore and neither of them was able to relate to the other’s life. His friend had a family and was friends with the guys from his neighbourhood who lived a similar life than he did.

 

Hence the only things that had happened in his private life, that had absolutely nothing to do with his work or the business at all, in the last two month had been the café visit with his mother and Clarnce’s garden party. Neither his dad nor his mom had been able to make it to that party so Devon had been the only one from his family at Clarence’s party. And most of the time he had been surrounded by the man’s grandchildren and great-grandchildren who wanted to take selfies with him to prove that they had been at the same garden party with the governor and that their grandfather or great-grandfather was friends with an important man. It hadn’t even stopped with the children, some adults from Clarence’s family had wanted to take a photo with him as well, mostly the females and the blond had just been annoyed and wanted it to end.

 

The party hadn’t gone much better when they had eaten because then Ashfield had had to hear the insults and rants of Clarence’s most unfortunate son who hated all politicians and whom the governor hadn’t been able to calm down with any arguments because he plain and simple despised him and blamed him for all the crap in the world. Clanrence had been extremely sorry and embarrassed and had forbidden him to bother Devon further what had let to the man then going to a national level hating on the president and then to an international level hating on international organisations. By the end of the evening the blond had asked himself whether there was anything on the planet that this son of Clanrence didn’t hate.

His old assistant had been so sorry that he had continued to apoligise a whole week and even though Devon had said it was okay he had given him a gift basket and had insisted on him taking it.

 

And that was about all the private life he had. His life basically consisted out of his work and outside of that he was probably just boring to anyone. Devon usually lay in his bed at night making Sudoku or reading some economic journal while watching documentaries lacking company. He was a lonesome person and he had thought about buying a dog a lot lately. The dog would be his new friend and companion then and he could take him into his office during the day.

 

There really wasn’t much that Claris could find about him. Most of the guys he ever had been with were kept silent under his father’s threat and iron fist they had brought upon themselves by trying to blackmail him and Jeff wouldn’t tell her anything. She couldn’t reach him. She couldn’t even accuse him of tax fraud because Devon himself did pay all his taxes. It was the corporation and his father that had their ways of avoiding taxpaying. But Claris would bite out her teeth if she tried to get her hands on any information about the corporation or his father.

And even if she would find evidence it wouldn’t be the same as in her case. Devon had lowered the taxes and people almost assumed that he wasn’t a fan of taxes, unlike Claris who advocated for completely different things and values.

Ashfield had even promised lowering the taxes even more; he thought his idea would benefit most people, if not most than at least all of those men who visited the brothel.

 

“I’m thinking about getting a dog!” he said to the prostitute out of nowhere. “What kind of dog do you think would resemble me?” the man asked casually and he thought it was a funny thing to ask and was rather curious as to what an answer he would be given. It really wasn’t a serious thing and maybe it was childish but that was what he was missing, someone he could be goofy with.

 

While he had talked quite a bit about his week and about his life by now Kario hadn’t told him anything yet and that bugged him as he had already wanted to know more about him and what was going on in the other’s mind the last time. So he figured he would ask him about his week even though he didn’t have a clue what a prostitute was doing when they weren’t working.

Did they have a private life? Unlike himself. When he was thinking about how the lives of prostitutes were he remembered how Clarence’s depressed and unfortunate son had called him the whore of the economy and then had accused him of being part of an international conspiracy. It would have been hilarious if he hadn’t been dead serious what was rather sad after all.

 

“Enough about my boring life though. What about you? How was your week?” he asked and couldn’t stop himself from adding:” You have looked rather depressed the last time all of a sudden. Is there something that bothers you? Something constantly on your mind?” Ashfield had the feeling that he shouldn’t have asked the last thing as it sounded really intrusive so it was on him to sail back a little. “I’m sorry if I’ve crossed any boundaries by asking that, I am not obligated to do so and it wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable, if I did so.” His golden eyes watched into the brown ones while his arm was still holding the young man and his fingers were running over his skin.

[Sathenus]

Perking up he listened as he was told about the other’s week. Kario wasn’t surprised to hear that it had been stressful, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure what the other did but most of his clients had stressful weeks. A soft laugh escaped him when he saw how the man acted, throwing himself onto the bed as if it was his own. It brought a smile to his face and he honestly couldn’t be happier that the blonde seemed so comfortable around him. “She’s the one who buys you all those interesting suits?” Kario asked a bit amused. It was nice to hear that the man had a relationship with his mother, for some reason that meant more to him than it probably should. Part of him wondered if it was because he hadn’t even been in contact with his own parents since he started this job. His only contact was with his clients or the brothel’s owners, a doctor occasionally if he came down sick and that was just because his down time cost the brothel money.

 

Watching as his client leaned towards him before grabbing him and pulling him close. He found his naked form once more pressed into the other’s side. It wasn’t like he was going to complain, he enjoyed the contact. The arm wrapping around his shoulders was comforting for some reason. It was quite hard for him to explain. A slight tingle sensation was felt where the blonde’s fingers trailed along his shoulder, it was oddly pleasant to him. His brown eyes moved up to lock on the other’s gaze once more as he spoke again telling him about how he had been nicer to his personal trainer. Kario was glad to hear it, and was even happy to hear that the woman seemed to react positively to the change in his client. “Her voice isn’t really something she can change.” Kario responded to the comment of how her voice was still ugly to the man. That was something he could understand, but at the same time he was pretty sure that wasn’t something someone could change. If they could, then he wasn’t aware of it.

 

Kario rested against the man silently, his head resting on the other’s bare chest. Listening to the sound of the man’s beating heart and steady breathing. Reaching up with his right hand he idly traced patterns over the other’s abdomen. Truly enjoying how close they were without feeling like they were going to rush into sex. As much as he enjoyed it, and as much as his body was craving it he wouldn’t rush things. There weren’t any other clients that ever wanted to spend time with him like this, so he was going to take advantage of the fact that someone wanted to. Tilting his head slightly when he heard the blonde exclaim that he was thinking about getting a dog he raised an eyebrow hearing the question to follow. What kind of dog did he think would resemble his client? In most cases he would probably have said some breed known to have an attitude or look scary but that wasn’t the case for the man he was currently with.

 

That and he absolutely adored dogs, it was rather depressing that growing up they had never had the money to be able to afford one. Half the time his parents could barely afford to feed him much less a dog as well. When he had finished school and moved into a place of his own he was constantly struggling to keep that place and feed himself, so alas a dog was still not attainable. To think that for some people it was as easy as deciding that they wanted one and going to get it was a bit upsetting. But who was he to complain? “A golden retriever probably. I mean, the breed is quite sweet, and they tend to be active. Sounds like it would fit you really well.” He replied after thinking only for a moment and being able to get his own mind off the fact that he had always wanted one and would never have a dog of his own.

 

Letting the matter go he focused once more on his client. This time things were turned around on him and it was time for the other to ask the questions. “I doubt your life is boring.” Kario commented giving the man another warm smile. “My week?” He repeated trying to figure out how he was going to answer that. It was… just like any other week. “I mean… it was like all the other weeks really. One client faded into another, their faces just kinda started blurring together.” He admitted blushing slightly at admitting that since he had never done so before. “The end of my days are always the same, by that point I’ve been stimulated so much I can barely feel a thing so I tend to fall asleep rather quickly when the brothel does finally close. It’s just… routine. My day is run by a schedule.” It was true. He was honest with how his week had gone. It had gone just like any other week, run by the same old routine, the same old schedule.

 

The mention of how he had been suddenly depressed the last time only to ask if there was something that bothers him and constantly on his mind he felt himself blush again. Was it right for him to tell this man about his problems? Did he really have anything to complain about? “I-I really shouldn’t complain…” Kario finally said feeling himself tense as if he would be reprimanded for speaking of what had bothered him. Biting his lip gently his eyes fell to his hand on the blonde’s torso, it had stilled, and he shifted a little uncomfortably. “No… you didn’t cross any boundaries… it’s just… no one would normally care.”

 

Sighing he tried to figure out if this was really something he should mention. It didn’t seem right, didn’t feel right. Before he could stop himself though he spoke again, “It’s just… I was remembering how I ended up here… what brought me to end up working in this brothel and then… what would become of me when I no longer made them money.” The thought of such things once more ended up depressing him. He didn’t want to think about it right now, knowing that it would only bother him more. Kario also felt like it wasn’t anything the man would be worried about.

 

“Sometimes I have a lapse in attention… I’m sorry that happened. Normally I only think about it at night.” He murmured not wanting his client to feel like this was something they had to continue to discuss. He had tried to back out of his contract with the brothel once, and they had quite clearly reminded him that he had signed said contract. He was here to stay, until he was either not making the brothel enough money anymore, or until he could pay off his contract. But… that was the trick of it all. None of the guys working like he did here in the brothel would ever be able to pay their way out of their contract. Financial problems had been what had brought them all here to begin with.

 

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He said softly his voice just barely above a whisper. Kario knew he had to get ahold of himself, and make sure such a thing was to never happen again. He shouldn’t be bothering the other man with his problems, they were his alone. “It’s really not important.” He added with a small shrug once more returning to making patterns over the other’s bare chest. He was enjoying their closeness to much, the last thing he wanted to do was burden anyone with things that weren’t truly important.

 

The way they were lying together made Kario wish even more for a relationship like it. Giving him a chance to truly relax and just spend time with a lover or partner, versus just being someone men came to when they needed sex and didn’t have anyone else. That was after all what he was doing. It sucked, and some days it bothered him more than others. Today it only bothered him because he was reminded of what was on his mind a week prior. The very things that could not be changed, nothing could be done to ease such fears. Eventually he would stop making the brothel money, when that happened he would be back to where he started. Struggling to support himself. The only difference, his body had grown accustomed to having sex almost constantly every day, he had no means to survive outside of the brothel and he didn’t know how his body would handle the shock of not having sex so often if at all upon leaving.

 

They were all things that weighed heavily on his mind. But he knew that he was not the only boy here who was worried about such things. None of them had anything awaiting them upon their dismissal from the brothel. They did receive a severance, but that was basically enough to get them into a place. It didn’t solve all their problems, and it wouldn’t keep them happy for the rest of their lives. They waisted who knew how many years in the brothel, serving client after client, eating a strict diet to ensure none of them gained weight past what they were upon entering employment, and on schedules that did not waver three hundred and sixty-five days a year.

 

The brothel remained open even during the holidays, knowing most of their clients felt particularly lonely during those times. They charged twice the normal rate, but it never seemed to deter their members from coming. In fact, Kario felt like he would serve more people during that time than any other time of the year. By the time the holidays were over he always felt broken. Looking up at the blond he gave him a small smile, “Let’s not focus on such things though. I am sure there is far more interesting and less depressing things for us to discuss.” That was of course if the man insisted that they continue to chat versus moving on. This time Kario truly didn’t want to rush it, he didn’t want to be the one who once more moved to get the man undress and try to jump into sex.

 

Even if he hadn’t had any since the night before with the blonde being his first client of the day and all. Of course, that meant that his body was desperate and wanting. Kario managed to hide it’s neediness by keeping his mind focused on the other man’s week and how things had been going for him. Things that happened outside of the brothel were a mystery to him, he had no idea what happened outside of these walls. Ever since he entered employment for the business he felt as if he was living a very sheltered life. He had been told it was to keep the members of the brothel’s identities and lives strictly confidential and provide them with the utmost comfort coming to the business. Though he wasn’t one to argue, thee were parts of Kario that truly wished he knew more of what was happening at the very least in the town they resided in.

 

That just wasn’t the case though. He was kept in the dark. The only time he ever heard anything about the news was if it somehow affects the brothel. Otherwise he heard nothing and was not permitted to ask. Maybe that was one reason why he had tried to back up upon asking his client about his week. Afraid that by doing so he had asked for information he wasn’t supposed to receive at all. Shaking his head slightly he pushed all thoughts from his mind. Focusing it all back on his client and the fact that he had someone where he was still supposed to be providing a service to. If the man did not want to just jump into sex, then he needed to be a companion for the other. But that still meant he had to keep himself focused.

 

Clearing his throat a little he made a swirling pattern over the bare torso before him nuzzling the man’s chest slightly before offering a more genuine smile this time. “You know… I could get used to just cuddling with you like this.” His voice was a bit teasing, but his words were sincere. Cuddling was basic human contact that Kario did truly miss. He was always so overloaded with sex that he was never able to enjoy anything else. The man beside him was the only one who had wanted to cuddle and talk with him, the others were quick to make their demands known sex wise and did not provide him with much of anything else.