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"No, fuck off Tom," I threw at him as he followed me to the company's entryway.

"Brislow, you can't just do out with protection. It's a dangerous world out there for you." I tried the slam the door in his face, and he grinned as the spring assembly kept it from closing at more than a crawl. "You have to--"

"I don't have to fucking anything."

"I thought you were going out specifically to fuck?" Tom said still grinning.

"Which is why you've not coming. Half my friends won't come over to fuck because of you."

"Denton," He said, suddenly serious, "You have enemies. I have to make sure they--"

"I've always had enemies, I was a cop! I've known those guys for years, some of them since I was a kid! You have no right to show up out of nowhere and start giving them the third degree."

"Denton, I'm sure you feel nothing has changed," he said in that condescending to that made me feel like I was back in school throwing a tantrum because I didn't want to do my homework. "But you are no longer just a police detective with street-level concerns. You are not a man of influence, a leader of men, not to say a father. You have enemies, a new class of enemies. People who have no issues bribing or blackmailing men you consider the best fuck buddies in the world. With that tiger in town it's even more important that you be protected."

"Don't you fucking bring Eddy into this, Marrows. He's at Martin's place with his mother. He is perfectly safe." I pulled the gun out of the back holster. "And if Damian tries anything, I'll stun him; he can explain himself afterward."

"That might not work."

"Then I'll fucking shoot him. I have the right to gave a bullet capable gun again, remember? I think three bullets is enough to stop him, no matter how tough he is so no, you're not fucking coming with me."

Tom raised his hands, but smiled. "Alright, have it your way." He turned and headed for the office. "But take the Elytra, your Dependable isn't worth shit if you have to evade pursuit."

"I swear Marrows! If I even see hints of you following me, I am firing you!"

He gave me a wave without turning as the door crawled ever so shutter. "Don't worry, I will not leave this building for the rest of the day. I'll even make sure there are witnesses in case someone with a red Precision happens to cross your path."

Once the door closed fully, I looked around the large entryway with its white tiles and gray walls to confirm I was alone. I needed to do something about this, add flowers to make it more inviting.

I screamed. Tom was going to be the death of my sex life.

Feeling marginally better I took the stairs to the underground parking. I walked by my blue car. Tom was right, it wasn't a car build for chases, and this last winter hadn't been kind on the old girl. My mechanic was joined the chorus of people telling me it was time to let it go.

The Elytra was a family model by Nissan-Bigatti for the father or mother who still like the sleek design of sport cars. Ours was silver and it along with six other cars of different but still sporty design were our escort cars, for when we had to keep someone insisting on traveling in something dignified safe. And this one had a slightly out of breath otter leaning against it.

"Kevin," I greeted him. "Went for a run or something?"

"Something like that." The eighteen-year-old answered.

"You know the gym have treadmills, right?" I reached to open the driver side door.

Kevin put his hand on it. "I'm sorry, sir."

I looked at the hand, followed the arms to his body, then his face. I was going to kill Marrows. "Tom put you up to this, didn't he?"

"He said if I didn't reach the car before you did, he was going to make my next combat session particularly painful."

"I am your boss, Kevin."

"Yes, sir, but Mister Marrows is a lot scarier than you are. I saw him take down that Russian otter the other day. I'd rather not get on his bad side."

No, I wasn't going to kill him, that wasn't painful enough. I was going to stop fucking him. I walked around the car. "Fine." I sat in and as soon as Kevin started the car the seat began vibrating. I moan as the rollers came on.

Kevin looked at me as he eased the car out of the lot.

"Whoever used the car last left the massager on." I let out a gasp as it hit a knot of muscle. "If I find out who it is, I'm going to have a talk about shutting down everything when they're done with the car." I moaned again.

"Where to?" Kevin asked, and I looked at him. Well, my head flopped in his direction. "You wanted the car, so I'm thinking you wanted to go somewhere?"

Reluctantly I turned the massager off and enjoyed the numbness. "Head toward Capitol Hill."

"Isn't it early to party?" Kevin eased the car into traffic.

"It's never too early for sex, you should know that by now." I smiled. "I hear you take full advantage of the men's willingness to have sex."

His ears folded partially back, the inside turning red. "I--"

"It's fine. I've done most of them myself. Actually hit on that Russian you mentioned. Really good-looking guy, isn't he? His wife pointed out he was taken."

"She's kind of scary. I heard she challenged Mister Marrows in a fight and he turned her down."

"I didn't think there was anyone Tom wasn't willing to fight."

"Mister Marrows doesn't particularly like fighting."

I stared at him. "Excuse me? Tom? Tom Marrows? Have you heard of the arsenal he carries in his car?"

"He wants to be prepared. That doesn't mean he enjoys having to use it."

"Kevin, I've seen him in a firefight, he--" I paused. "You know what? I never thought about it, but yeah, I don't think I've ever seen him be less than professional in any fight. I can't believe I missed that."

"You have a lot on your mind."

I snorted. "Like that's an excuse. I'm the guy with the training in being a detective, and you're the one who picked up on it."

Kevin shrugged. "Maybe it's because I didn't know him when I met him. I don't have preconceived notions about who he is. It's like those guys who were arguing the other day. I don't know anything about them so I'm not jumping to the conclusion they'd crazy for the stuff they were spouting." He glanced at me.

"I'll explain, I swear. Just, not now."

"You'll tell me what I need to know. I know."

"No, Kevin, I will explain it." I made the decision right there, I was a fucking Elder. I didn't need Martin's permission on who I brought into my entourage. Fuck, Kevin had the making of a first-rate detective with how he picked up on details. I'd be an idiot not to make sure he had all the information. "I just need to work on a way to explain it that won't leave you thinking I'm insane."

"No danger of that, sir."

"It's Denton, Kevin. And I'm guessing you already think I'm insane for all this."

"No, sir. I think you're pretty brave."

"The word you are looking for is stupid."

* * * * *

"Wow," Kevin said as he parked.

I grinned. "Ever been here?" Illumination deserved the name, even in the daytime the lights on the building could be seen six blocks away. In the nighttime the club lit this part of the city by itself.

"No sir."

I stepped out. "Come on."

"Sir?"

I leaned in. "I'm not having you sit in the car while I'm enjoying myself, Kevin. Come on. You're entitled to sex too."

"There's no way I can afford the entry fee."

"Kevin, I'm paying you well enough that yes, you can afford paying it, but you don't have to this one's on my dime since you're my unofficial bodyguard. And don't worry, Tom's already approved this club. Not that I know how he went about doing that, other than sleeping with each and every member."

The doorman was a gorilla, at least six-six and packing more muscle than could fit in that suit. He didn't have a weapon, other than those large hands.

Kevin's breath caught as the man opened the door for us.

"Like them big?" I asked as I activated the display in the entryway with a touch.

"Yeah," he replied dreamily. "They tend to make the most amazing sounds when I fuck them."

I paid for two lockers and the door unlocked.

The place was busy, even for an early afternoon, and the clientele was in their mid-twenties with the occasional older gentlemen. The wealthy gay men of Denver, with enough money and time to spend the afternoon seeking pleasure rather than increasing their wealth.

I got out of my clothes, took the old-style key out of the lock and chuckled as Kevin wrestled with it.

"That's ancient tech," he grumbled. "Why don't they go with phone synced locks?"

"Because our bodies don't come with pockets to put them in. It's too easy to lose a phone here, not to say have it stolen." I put the elastic around my wrist. "This is simpler." I licked my lips at the men exiting the showers and got looks in return. Well my hard cock did. I'm not bad looking, but I'm no special catch either in the looks department. I rubbed my hands. I was going to spend the next few hours showing as many of the men here that my cock made up for the rest.

"Kevin, you have fun, I'll find you when it's time to leave."

"Shouldn't I stay with you? In case something happens?"

"This is a sex club, something will definitely happen. And it should happen to you too by the looks you're getting. Go find yourself a big bad bottom and make him squeal. I'm going to find myself... whoever strikes my fancy."

I left him behind and went looking for eager men.

* * * * *

The guy under me grunted in time with my thrust, and I growled as the guy fucking me changed his angle and hit the right spot. "Fuck. Keep like that." I said. He did and I let out a howl as I shoved my cock as deep as it would go into the guy. I came again. Remaining still as I was fucked. A good minute later the guy over me tensed and filled my ass.

He pulled out, and I did the same, sitting on the bench. Someone handed me a bottle of water. It wasn't Kevin, so I made sure it was sealed before opening it and downing the content. The bottom wiped my cock clean with one of the provided cloths and looked at it.

"How can you still be hard?" He was a few years older than I was. A rottweiler with decent muscle definition under his short brown fur. My top had already vanished, so I had no idea who he'd been.

"Clean living," I replied. "Feel free to sit on it if you want, but you'll have to do most of the work. It's still willing, but I'll need five minutes before I can be the one active again."

He sat next to him. "My ass needs the break. You realize you've been fucking me for forty-five minutes, right?"

"Lost track of time. Sorry if I kept you from other guys."

"No complaints here. I can't recall the last time I've had quite this energetic of a top. You're what, nineteen? Twenty?"

"Going to be thirty in a few months."

"Fuck, and you still have that kind of energy. You take one of those pills?"

"No pills in this boy, just a love of sex." I looked at the clock. "Fuck, is it past five already?"

"I told you, forty-five minutes."

I didn't reply, I was more surprised I'd lost track of almost four hours. Two at most was how long I thought I'd been here. I stood. "I need to go get food in me. I might be able to live off sex if it comes down to it, but food is better."

"It was great. You come here often?"

"No idea. How many time did I cum in you?" I grinned.

"Funny guy."

"Once in a while. But no, not often. Works keeps me busy. I shouldn't even have come, but I had to get out of the office before I killed someone."

"Cutthroat business?"

"Pain in the ass employees."

"Well, I'm glad I could help you work off that stress. Hopefully we'll run into each other again."

"Wanna come have dinner?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Absolutely not. I don't do dates or relationship. Too busy for those, but I know a good restaurant, and if you don't have plans after that I can promise more sex, in a less impersonal setting."

He jumped to his feet. "Sure!"

"I just have to find my driver and we can head out."

"You have a driver? Wow, I don't think I ever met anyone who had one of those, and he's here? Do you fuck him? That would be hot."

"I do, once in a while, and something he fucks me. But he isn't my driver by choice. It was the only way I'd be allowed to leave the building."

Illumination was spread over three floors without care for theme or function, other than lighting. Each room was a different color, sometimes even with shifting colors. I found Kevin on the second floor, in a large room with a handful of screens showing bad porn. It had a three-level bench going around three walls and he was seated on the top level, with a guy kneeling between his legs, one on his right and one on his left. Each man had to mass twice Kevin, and he wasn't a skinny guy, with the exercise and training he'd been putting in.

"Kevin," I called, and wonder if he might have fallen asleep, but he opened an eye and grinned at me. "Whenever you're done, I'm ready to go. I'll be in the bar, waiting for you."

"I'm done," the otter replied. "Sorry boys, feed time's over."

Without protest the men moved away from Kevin. I pointed to their erections. "You're not going to leave them like that are you?"

"No choice, their owner lent them to me while he attended to some business elsewhere. They aren't allowed to cum until he gets back." He turned to the men. "Stay well behaved. I'll be sure to let him know how good you were."

"I didn't know you were into that," I said.

"I'm not, but unlike you after an hour I'm kind of tapped out, so having them minister to me while I rest was nice. Got too much orgasm out of them. Who's that?" Kevin asked, his tone growing serious.

"Kevin, that's..."

"Roger," the rottweiler said offering his hand.

"Roger, that's Kevin."

"I'm his bodyguard," Kevin said, shaking the hand.

"So you don't have just a driver, but a bodyguard?" Roger sounded even more impress.

"Kevin, I don't need--"

"Mister Marrows made it clear what my job was."

Roger tilted an ear.

"One of those pain in the ass I mentioned."

"Kevin, we're going to dinner, the three of us. After that there's going to be sex. If you become a pain in my ass, you're not going to be part of that."

"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to be a problem."

"You're not, I'm just old enough to look after myself and I'm tired of Tom thinking otherwise."

"So all night?" Kevin asked with more enthusiasm than I thought he should have if he was as tired as he claimed.

"Probably not, I need to head back to Martins at some point."

"We could just go there," Kevin suggested as when headed down the stairs, walking around the couple fucking.

"While I doubt he'd complain, I made it a habit not to bring my sexual plans to my friends place unannounced."

"There's plenty of time to call him on the way to the restaurant."

"Still no. We'll be going to my place."

"You're the boss," Kevin said as we exited the stairwell.

"Sometimes I have trouble believing that the way some people try to run my life."

"So is that what they call the joys of being rich?" Roger asked.

"Aren't you rich?" Kevin replied. "I thought everyone who came here was rich."

"Clearly, I'm not, not compared to-- you know I don't know your name."

"He's Denton," Kevin replied for me. "He owns Steel Links."

"Into steel? I didn't realize there was much of that industry in the city."

"Security," I answered before Kevin jumped in. "I run a security company. One that seems intent on smothering the life out of me at days."