8 comments/ 12983 views/ 16 favorites Case Study By: Justrex 1-29-2015 I tossed the towel up over the shower door once my hair was fairly dry. It was raining outside, as it did so often here in the City, so I wasn't too concerned with the damp. My hat would keep my head warm, anyway. Looking down at the bed kept a smile on my face as I dressed. Looking at my face you wouldn't think I smiled all that much. It was a face more accustomed to growling or frowning. After decades of being a City cop, the frown seemed etched into my soul like a brand on my bones. I'd seen things... and done things... which made me wonder if I would ever smile again. But Andy... Andy always made me smile. Just looking at his sweet face and his perfect body made me feel like a kid getting his first look at a Christmas tree piled with presents. Andy was all that was good and right and loving in my world. Of course for the uninitiated, a look at the bed where he lay face down might look a bit like a crime scene or the aftermath of some violence. The sheets were rumpled and pulled all out of place. The comforter and half of the pillows were strewn across the floor around the bed. My young beautiful partner lay face down, arms and legs askew in the position I had left him in when I went to shower. The only sign of life would be if you got close enough to hear the soft snores leaking from his nose. Five small bruises were forming on his right shoulder where I had gripped him a bit too tightly in passion and there was a red mark on the back of his neck where I had bitten him. Normally our life and our lovemaking was gentle and sweet. But on certain occasions Andy really got excited when I was a little more rough with him. Holding him down and taking him hard and fast sometimes sent my lover right over the edge, making him cry out and come again and again and again. As it had this evening. Were it not for work, I'd be curled up next to him napping with a satisfied smile on my lips. But instead I will leave him in our bed, sweaty and bruised and happily asleep with the sticky residue of my come spattered on those perfectly edible little ass cheeks of his. Some of it was even leaking down over his balls to join the puddle of his own happiness beneath that wonderful cock trapped under his body. If my mind had been on the linens, I would have awoken him to shower and clean up the mess. But I knew my lover and his ways. He'd be awake in fifteen minutes with his batteries recharged and a happy smile. He'd strip the bed and take a shower and start a load of wash then patter into the kitchen to leave me a midnight snack for when I came home again. Living with Andy I always came home hungry for one thing or another. Usually both. But alas... work calls. And out into the night I go. One "I am sorry, but we don't handle divorce cases." Somewhat reluctantly, I slid the envelope of pictures along with a sizable check back across the desk. The client raised an eyebrow at me incredulously, as if he wasn't used to being denied. Being told "No" stunned him a little bit. I swear, the rich are getting so spoiled these days... "I don't think you understand. I am offering you quite a bit of money here." Leaning back and listening to my antique wooden chair creak in protest, I steepled my fingers over my belly and sighed. "I understand it is quite a bit of money, Mr Vanport. Enough to keep me in trench coats for a year. Maybe two. But the simple fact of the matter is we do not handle divorce cases. You can take it over to Schiller and Brio down the street. They will peep through all they keyholes you need. No thank you." "But... but... you come highly recommended! I.. I assure you..." He was beginning to sputter. I hated it when they sputtered. "Schiller and Brio come highly recommended too. By me. No thank you, Mister Vanport." "Well!" He huffed as he swept up his dirty laundry and stuffed it back in the pocket of a coat that cost the best part of a grand. "I never!" "Maybe you should sometime." I muttered under my breath as he stomped out of the door in a snit. "Might do you some good." "And don't you make that face at me, Andrew Jones." I raised my voice once the door was firmly shut. "That guy was a stiff. One good orgasm would probably shatter his spine. I didn't like him, his pointy nose or his money and we are better off without customers like that." Andy held up his hands in defeat as he peered at me around his computer screen. He just didn't understand that not every person who came in the door was a patient for him to heal. Some were just annoyances who needed to be thrown out. "All right, Alex. All right. Don't get your blood pressure up." Oooo... He was playing the age card. Which he well knew would get me riled. As much as I was deeply madly in love with Andy, sometimes it bothered me a little being more than a decade older than him. He was well past the legal age of course, but I often felt as if I were robbing the cradle. Andy was young and pretty and looked at least ten years younger than his age. He kept himself in excellent physical shape and looked yummy no matter what. Me, I looked so much like a retired detective it didn't matter what I was wearing. There was something about my demeanor that said "Cop" so loudly it was as if I had a giant neon badge floating over my head. As a matter of fact if it hadn't been for a certain drunken teenager who t-boned my car and the weeks of surgery and rehabilitation I'd still be a detective with the City police, instead of medically retired for disability. I now had more metal in my body than most cars nowadays. But then if it weren't for a certain drunken teenager I wouldn't have ended up in Andy's physical therapy room in the hospital. I wouldn't have fallen in love with him, gotten better and opened a private detective agency, working side by side with the love of my life. I may have to look that kid up and thank him some day. "I was just trying to find you a case, Alex. When you have something to work on you are so less... grumpy." He lowered his voice just a little. "And while I do love my rough, tough, grumpy, studmuffin bear with all of my heart, I love you even more when you are busy and happy." Just like that my mood lightened and a smile crept across my lips. One that even went all the way up to my eyes. Only my greatest love could make me smile like that. He well knew the effect his silly adjectives had on my heart. And on other parts of my body as well. Even though I couldn't see his body past his desk and all of the associated computer equipment, I knew every curve and inch of that sweet sweet little form intimately. Just the thought of Andrew Jones made me drool. I was just about to suggest we retire up to our apartment for an early lunch and perhaps a long creative nap when the door to the outer office opened. I almost snarled at the awful timing. But the look on the young man's face slipped past my frustration. He looked so upset and worried, as if he might burst into tears at any moment. Besides, he was kind of cute. Although nothing in this world could ever convince me to look anywhere but to my sweet Andy for love, there was nothing which said I couldn't look. We both often played the "I'd do him" game when we were out together. I think we would have agreed on this one. The look on Andy's face confirmed my hypothesis. The man was young... maybe early 20's at best. Long-ish blond hair tied back in a ponytail hanging down his back. From the smooth look of his face I'd wager he had never needed to shave a day in his life so far. I almost envied that. I had to shave twice a day just to keep the 5 o'clock shadow down to a dull roar. Bright blue eyes behind little gold framed glasses and soft lips. He wore loose blue jeans with a white dress shirt tucked in the waistband and a black blazer two sizes too big for him over the shirt. And of course the backpack slung over one shoulder which seemed to be the prerequisite accessory for all of the younger crowd here in the City. Resale shop chic. At first glance, my impressions said "college student." His hands were soft looking and not calloused. No dirt or paint under the fingernails. His brown suede shoes weren't scuffed and his clothes were rumpled but clean. It was obvious whatever he did it wasn't manual labor. The young man's clothes were all a bit too big and baggy for him so it was difficult to see how he was built under there but from what I could see he was fairly fit and within ten pounds of his ideal body weight. Okay, so I'm not Sherlock Holmes. If it hadn't been for the woebegone expression on his face he would have at least been a diverting bit of eye candy which Andy and I would have shared secret glances over. "Umm... excuse me, I... need some help, please." Andy was out of his chair in a flash, helping the young man to a seat in front of my desk. My lover was a sucker for someone in distress. Even though he only worked three days a week at the hospital now, he still treated potential clients like his patients. His heart was a mile wide and I loved every inch of it. "Come in. Come in. Sit down. Of course we can help you. Coffee?" Andy went to his side of the office and poured three cups, setting one down in front of the client and one in front of me before sitting back down behind his computer screens. The young man looked back and forth between us, a little lost in the décor. I didn't blame his confusion. Our office was a little bit time warpy. My side was done in dark wood and brass. A huge old desk with a green blotter and a cup full of number two pencils. A brass desk lamp with a green glass shade. Oak bookshelves stuffed with books lined the wall. In the corner was a wooden coat rack which held a trench coat, fedora and a shoulder holster with my trusty .45 1911 with extra clips. Next to it on top of the book shelf was an antique oscillating fan rattling softly. My side looked like you had just stepped back into the late 1940's. Sam Spade or Phillip Marlowe would have been right at home, even down to the bottle of scotch in the bottom drawer of the desk. In contrast Andy's side of the office was all chrome and white formica and computer equipment. He had an impressive array of tech available at his fingertips. Two screens faced him so he could multitask with another so he could swivel it out and show the client things without them invading his space. A small refrigerator with a glass front full of sports drinks and herbal teas and a programmable coffee pot which demanded a degree in astrophysics before it would surrender even a single cup of plain old black coffee. The impression most people got was they had just slipped back in time and Andy had brought them there. It was often amusing just watching their faces. Partly because they could never decide where to look, exactly. I settled that dilemma for the moment by setting my cup down noisily, catching his attention. Startled, he looked across the expanse of my desk at me. His backpack began sliding off of his shoulder and he caught the strap and set it on the floor between his feet. "What seems to be the problem?" Just thinking about voicing his problem to complete strangers seemed to bring a hint of color to his cheeks. "Well... ummm... It's... It's my sister, you see. I think she might be in some trouble." "What sort of trouble?" "Well.. she's fallen in with a sort of... strange crowd. A month ago out of the blue she came home and told me she was engaged and I never even knew she was dating anyone. Some guy named Kelvin. Kelvin Mathers. I'd never even heard his name before and now she's talking about marriage!" From behind Andy's desk I could hear the soft sounds of his fingers tapping the keyboard. "They... She... I mean we..." "Take a deep breath." He stammered to a halt and breathed. "Start from the beginning." "Yes, of course. My sister and I live together out in the Lair Hill area. Our parents left us the house when they were killed in Paris on vacation. A stupid traffic accident five years ago. Between the inheritance and the insurance they left us pretty well off so we both went to college and just continued on with our lives. April... My sister... got a scholarship to the City School of Music and she's been going there for the last four years. She plays piano, you see. And... until just recently, that was all she seemed to do or care about. Her music." "Do go on." A nod from Andy got my attention and I leaned back a little in my chair. Hidden from view of the clients was a small computer screen attached to the front of my top drawer where my partner could give me information without the client's knowledge. Hmmm... Kelvin Mathers. 40. Divorced. Assistant manager of a small hardware import company over by Chinatown. Been there ten years. No criminal record other than a few parking tickets. I knew Andy would keep digging. "For the past few years our house has always been full of April's music. If she was home, she was playing. I got so I could tell her mood inside of a few notes. But for the past month or so..." He sighed and spread his hands. "The house has been quiet. She hasn't played a note in weeks. Her teacher called me, concerned because she has been skipping classes and recitals. April won't talk to me. She sleeps all of the time when she's home and she always walks like she is in pain or something. I think he might be beating her..." He took a deep breath with a catch, as if he was fighting back tears. "What is your sisters full name?" "April Gentles. April Marie Gentles." I could hear fingers softly tapping again. "And yours?" "Derrick. Derrick Kenneth Gentles." I fished a card from my top desk drawer, sliding it and a pen over towards the distraught young man. "I'll need you to fill this out for our files, Mister Gentles. My partner and I will see what we can do. Of course, there's no guarantees. It might be nothing. Your sister might just be tired of playing the piano and looking for other amusements. Maybe she's joined a gym or learning karate or something. And she might be genuinely in love with this Mathers character. But we will see what we can find out and hopefully ease your mind." "But I do have to advise you we don't work cheap. If you want our best, it is going to cost you some money." Bent over the desk scribbling, he shook his head. "I'm not worried about that. I have seventeen million dollars in the bank. MY IPO went public last year in a big way. If it takes every cent of it to get her out of trouble, I won't mind a bit." Andy and I shared a startled look while he was writing. Holy snap. All righty then. Derrick pushed the card towards me then reached in his pocket for a checkbook. Scribbling in that he asked "Will ten thousand be enough for a retainer?" I just blinked a couple of times. It was twice what that pointy nosed fool had offered before I tossed him out just twenty minutes ago. "More than enough, Mister Gentles. More than enough. We'll start tonight." Two I inhaled the steam from the water, a deep breath which seemed to go all the way down to my toes. It always seemed to blow the cobwebs out of my brain and helped me think. Back when I was with the City police force, I'd always go to the "Y" and use their steam room when I was working a case. Now with Andrew as my partner I found a much better place to relax and think. The tub was wide and deep and long. Big enough I could submerge myself all the way to the tip of my nose if I wished. Tubs this size were hard to find these days. On the side of the tub was a spray bottle full of some essential oil mix Andy had come up with. Menthol and eucalyptus and camphor, I think. Spraying that around gave the steam some teeth, like it was scrubbing you clean from the inside out. Of course the biggest boost to my thought processes was the warm wet naked body of my partner and lover leaning up against my chest while I reclined against the back of the tub. Being around Andy always made my mind go a mile a minute and being around him naked made it go even faster. He lay with his head against my chest, hands resting on my upraised knees. My hands were on his broad shoulders, fingers idly massaging the muscles there. If Andy was within arms reach, I always wanted to be touching him. I couldn't get enough of him or that exquisite body. We'd spend the rest of the day and a good part of the evening earning the client's money. Andy had done a complete internet search on all of the parties involved while I had gone out and done most of the legwork. Mr. Gentles had allowed me to do a quick search of his sisters room while she was away. He'd been a little reluctant at first. "Is that really necessary? I mean... It's her room. I haven't been in there myself in ages..." I just stood and looked at him for a moment. "You've already hired private detectives, Mr. Gentles. Now is not the time to be worrying about invading her privacy. I promise I will be discreet. She will never know I have been here. What I need you to do is make sure she doesn't come home unexpectedly and find me in there. If she does, makes some noise and stall her for a moment or two." As I closed the door in his face I added "I'm counting on you." Once the door was shut my detective senses kick in to overdrive. First, an overall view. Inhaling deep through my nose told me there wasn't a decomposing body in here, nor was there much in the way of trash. Whoever this girl was, she smelled pretty good. Or her room did, anyway. A pleasant fresh clean scent. Even if I did prefer the company of men, I still liked the way girls smelled. Off and on, there had been a fair share of them in my life. I could see the changes in her behavior. The way things were kept showed me that while her room was a bit untidy her old habits kept trying to reassert themselves. Anything out of place was close to where it should have been. Dirty clothes on the floor were dropped near the hamper. Her bed was rumpled, but pulled up. A half empty glass on the nightstand was still sitting on a coaster. The hangers in the closet were spaced evenly. Even the empty ones. She'd obviously once been tidy and fastidious but now that was slipping a little bit. I'd seen the rooms of twenty year old girls much worse than this one. Clothes and shoes in the closet. The boxes on the shelves showed enough dust to say they hadn't been moved in a while. Empty suitcases under the bed. Nothing more than clothes in the dresser. Not even anything particularly sexy in there. Birth control pills, a vibrator and a small baggie of weed in her nightstand. Not really surprising. A well-read paperback. Some fluff bondage romance novel, like so many of the ones popular right now. She'd either gotten this one used or read it several times. There weren't any ropes or scarves or handcuffs. No marks on the bed frame to show she'd been tied up. So maybe it was just a favorite secret fantasy. No condoms. No men's clothes or other items. No personal letters, memento's, romantic jewelry or love notes. Only one hairbrush and toothbrush in the bathroom. Only one towel on the rack. Not a single sign anyone besides April had ever been in here. If she was having a thing with this Kelvin Mathers, she wasn't doing it here. Despite my short synopsis, this actually took me well over an hour. Searching a room is not as quick a process as they show on teevee. People are always startled by how long it actually takes, especially if you are trying to be careful and not leave a trace. It's an art. Art or not despite my best efforts, it produced nothing in the way of information. I stood in the middle of the room, a little disgusted. One last scan around to see if I had missed anything. Wait... Hello... Thick curtains had covered most of the sliding door leading out to the patio. They were slightly parted, maybe a foot or two, letting in just enough light to see. What I hadn't noticed from the angle as I went by was the little bulge at the back corner. Case Study Bingo. A small nylon gym bag with some rather revealing items. Revealing, if a bit tacky in my opinion. Really now... One pair of tall white cotton socks. A pair of white and brown saddle shoes. One very skimpy cheerleader skirt in maroon and gold and a small set of plastic pompoms. A skinny black leather dog collar with fake metal studs and a matching leash. Danging from the front of the collar was an aluminum tag which looked like it had been engraved by one of those machines in the pet store. In all capital letters it read "MY SLAVE." Seriously? I sighed and shook my head slowly. At least they could have had a little taste. Ah, well. The bag and it's contents went back to where they were hidden and I left. Three In some ways I missed my old job and the benefits which accompanied it. If we had a suspect we could just bring him downtown to "answer some questions" and sweat them in a little interview room until they cracked. The room was small and overly warm. The table was steel and had a restraint loop welded to the top. The chairs were hard plastic and really uncomfortable. It gave them a feeling they had already been tried convicted and sentenced to life. A little peek into the private hell prison could be. Most people tended to get really nervous in that little room, willing to give up whatever answers we were looking for just to get out of there. But as police officers we were also constrained by the constitution, forced to justify a reason for a search or a detainer and often waiting hours and hours for a judge to sign a warrant. Sometimes while we sat and waited a suspect or vital evidence managed to disappear completely. So in a way I had a bit more freedom in my present position. Although what I was planning fell under the broad definition of "breaking and entering" at least I wasn't operating under the watchful eye of some county judge or finicky prosecutor. Andy and I had spent hours and hours getting as good as we could get with a set of lock picks. Good enough that only the most expensive high security locks could even slow either of us down for more than a few seconds. Besides, I wasn't going to "steal" anything. I just wanted a look around. The van I'd borrowed was the perfect surveillance vehicle. Like a million other rental vans. Nondescript and unremarkable. Tinted windows which allowed me to see out but making it difficult for anyone outside to see in. One thermos of hot coffee and the Times crossword puzzle were my only companions. Let's see... fourteen letters. "Coward's gay tune." Hmmm... Whups. There he was. Just on his way to work. I wonder what a pretty and intelligent girl like April saw in him. Nothing to look at, for sure. And I was a pretty good judge of men. Maybe five six, not very well built. Looked to be on the high side of forty, rather than the low. A little stoop in his walk like he was trying to make himself smaller. His khaki pants and button down shirt were all pressed and starched too, from the way he was walking. Way too much starch. My grandmother would have called him a "Schlub." I really did want to find out what his secret was. Not that I needed to use it, of course. Into a well used japanese car which needed three tries to get the door shut. It seemed Andy's report on his finances was right on the money, so to speak. From the look of him, his house and his car, he barely had two nickels to rub together. Yet he'd managed to worm his way into the heart of an attractive young talented heiress. Interesting. He backed out of the driveway and drove off down the street, obviously headed for work. Most nights he pulled the late evening shift, working until almost midnight after business hours. Figured I'd give it five minutes just to make sure he hadn't forgotten something then go in the back way to take a little look around. My gaze went back to the crossword puzzle for just a moment when movement caught my eye. The garage door was going up. What the... A much bigger and nicer car was pulling into the drive. Four doors with a decent paint job. One of those boats they advertised as a "luxury town car at an affordable price." All that meant was it was big and had fake leather seats. Anyway. Who was this? Whoever she was, she was tall and wide. Her build almost matched mine. Dressed in a crisp nurse's uniform (equally over-starched) which showed wrinkles where she had obviously spent a lot of time in a chair. Hint of gray hair at her temples under the cap. Good lord, the woman moved like a battleship. It surprised me she didn't need a couple of tugboats to get between the car and the wall of the garage. Lifting my camera, I zoomed in as close as I could get and snapped a picture while she watched the garage door close. She watched it like she was daring it not to close all the way. Then a slow scan of the house and yard as if she was inspecting for flaws. Apparently no white glove was needed as she sniffed and made her slow unrelenting way up the steps and into the house. I shuddered to think what might have happened if she had been my attendant after the accident rather than Andy. The woman was the exact opposite of sensuality. One finger pressed speed dial #1 on my phone. My partner picked up right away. "Yes, my love?" That caught me by surprise and made me smile. But I was disconcerted and had almost been caught unawares. "Andrew...?" I let a little bit of my concern creep into my voice to let him know there was something amiss. "Is Kelvin Mathers married?" "What? Ummm... no. There's no record of him ever being married, Alex. Why?" "A woman at his house. Apparently lives there. Mother?" "Mmmm... nope. Bellatrix Mathers, deceased." Bellatrix... figures. "Try an associate search. Last name and address, please." I could hear rapid typing. "And... Ummm... uh-oh... crap. Alex, I'm so sorry. Beatrice Mathers. Older sister, apparently. Looks like she's..." "A nurse?" "Yup. Alex, I am so..." "Don't worry about it, Andy. Things happen. This op is scrubbed for now. I'll be home in a few. Love you, pretty man." "And I love my studmuffin detective. Come home and I'll make it up to you. Promise." He made good on his promise, which was how I ended up in the bath surrounded by fragrant steam holding an armful of hot wet naked male perfection. Some days it was so nice being me. As irritated as I had been about almost getting bushwhacked by a lack of information, my mood was completely wiped away seconds after I had opened the door to our apartment. The building once used to be a warehouse and the upper floors were converted years ago by Andy's father into a series of loft apartments. When his son finished college and came into money he bought the building for himself. A small trendy 24-hour gym occupied the ground floor. Our offices were on the second floor and Andrew and I had the top floor all to ourselves. While I had seen the books for our business I never once asked Andy exactly how much money he had. It was his business and as long as it made him happy I did not care. His happiness was the number one item on my to-do list. Well actually, Andy himself was number one. But I digress. Once the apartment door closed behind me I was greeted by a naked male Adonis with a smile on his lips and a Manhattan in his hand, the stem of a maraschino cherry poking out the top. It took a moment for me to notice the drink as it was placed in my hand. My first meeting with Andrew Jones in the physical therapy room of the hospital had been fraught with mixed impressions. The back of my brain drooled and growled and wanted to throw him over my shoulder and haul him off for nights of sweet debauchery. The bits of his body I could see past his snug surgical scrubs looked positively delicious. The trained detective part of my brain was using other adjectives. College kid. Pretty boy. Fitness nut. Wannabe surfer boy in a burg with no beaches. Then I got to know him. And if you knew Andy like I did... The drink slid into my hand as his lips met mine for a long smoldering kiss which almost set my socks on fire. As it was they were gently smoking by the time he was done. Then those sweet soft lips went to my ear as he stood on his tiptoes and whispered "Let's get you naked, lover. There's a hot bath waiting. And so am I." Oooohhh... snap. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. Moments later, there I was, reclining against the cool porcelain back of the tub with Andy leaning up against my chest. The top of his head was resting just below my chin and my prick was trapped between our bodies. Just the touch of his skin against me was enough to keep me halfway hard and it occasionally twitched against his spine while we talked. Making use of a spare moment, his love of old detective novels and his photographic memory, I used my best Nero Wolfe imitation. "Report, Archie." For the next few minutes I listened to a full report on everything he had managed to find out about the principals in our case. Even a fairly full bio on sister Beatrice, the latest addition to the cast of characters. Young Derrick hadn't just been bragging about the size of his bank account, it seemed. He'd taken his part of the inheritance and turned it into an internet start-up which was basically a think tank for cell phone apps. When the company went public he sold his share and retired several times more wealthy than he had started. Now he was a freelance consultant for his own company, making a quite startling wage in commissions. He was a bit of an odd duck, though. No social life to speak of anywhere on the internet. His connections all seemed to be related to work. Never married. Rarely seen out with anyone other than his sister and co-workers. Kind of a recluse. "He is kind of cute, though." Andy added, breaking away from his recitation. "I'd do him. How about you?" I leaned down and nibbled his ear, making him shiver. "I have no interest in anybody but you, lover. He pales next to you. But he is a bit pretty. If you were there I'd make a sandwich out of him and we could share that pretty little rich boy together." Something about my words made Andy shiver again. Then he collected his thoughts and went back to his report. Nothing very surprising surfaced about April Gentles. Somewhat of a child prodigy on the piano. Quiet and mostly kept to herself and her studies. A check of her financials showed she usually lived well within her means and quite modestly even though she had plenty of money. Several hundred thousand in her account and a about a hundred thousand tied up in investments. However she had been making quite a few cash withdrawals in the last month. Somewhere around a thousand bucks a week. Nothing traceable on her credit cards. Damn. As always, he saved the best tidbit for last. I wasn't expecting anything about this Mathers to stand out. He seemed like such a nonentity, except for the fact he had managed to snag April Gentles. Single. Never married. Living at home with his sister. Working a night clerical job. Nothing to look at, really. How in the world they had ever met let alone hooked up, was a mystery. "This one actually took me a little bit of time." Andy said. "And a bit of creative... hackery." He almost looked embarrassed. My partner was proud of his skills, especially when it came to the internet and searches. But when it came right down to it, he was still fairly new to this game and it tweaked his sensibilities a bit when he was forced to do things which bordered on the illegal. In some ways he was so naïve. One of the many many reasons I loved him so much. "It was buried under a couple of different accounts with different names. This guy seems to be a bit leery of putting his name out there. His real one, anyway. Kind of a Jekyll and Hyde thing." The lyrics to an old song ran through my mind. "But on the telephone line I am anyone I am anything I want to be. I can be a super model or Norman Mailer and you wouldn't know the difference. Or would you?" Welcome to the worldwide web. I almost missed what he said. "The Triskele Club." "Wait.. what?" "He has a membership to the Triskele Club. Both of them do. Paid in full for a year. Calls himself "Lord Morgoth" of all things." He shook his head. "Sheesh." I didn't get the reference, but it didn't matter. "She is listed as being his slave under the name "Princess." What is wrong with these people, Alex? Don't they have any imagination?" Being born pretty and highly intelligent and well to do, the love of my life didn't entirely understand most people in this world. He'd never been desperate and lonely and at the end of his rope. He hadn't spent years looking down the barrel of a gun or the neck of a bottle or seeing life through the top of a bottle of pills or a hypodermic syringe. Andy didn't quite realize most people led petty small lives so they gave themselves what airs they could to make it seem like they mattered. To make themselves appear they were somebody. He'd never really had a good look at the seamy underbelly of humanity and while our business dealt in a lot of that nasty grime which most decent folk wouldn't step in if they had a choice, I would do my utmost to shield him from getting splattered. My years with the City police had left stains on my soul which would never wash off. Even though as a realist I knew I couldn't protect him from all of it, I would shield Andy the best I was able. He was beautiful and gentle and sweet inside and out and I loved him more than life itself. Part of my job was distracting him when necessary. A function I didn't mind one bit. My arms went from his shoulders and crossed his chest, squeezing him tight while my lips went to the side of his neck, teeth nibbling on that little patch of skin just below his ear. That spot which made him shiver and sigh. The technique never failed to change the subject and it didn't let me down this time either. He tipped his head to the side, sighing softly as a little shiver ran through his body. My arms pulled him a little closer into me and my prick started to rapidly harden as it pressed into his spine. "Alex?" "Sssshhhh..." I whispered. "Don't talk, sweet boy. All I want right now is you." "Oh..." He said, then "Oooohhh..." as I slipped my hand down and wrapped it around the shaft of that beautiful seven inches of cock nestled between his thighs. My fingers gripped him a little harder than normal and I was rewarded with the feeling of him growing almost instantly erect. Getting him excited and hard always made me feel as if I were the most accomplished lover in the world. The fact I could have such an effect on such a beautiful wonderful man was the greatest achievement in my life. My grip stroked up and down his shaft, squeezing and relaxing, letting him know who was in charge. Despite being who he was... wealthy and smart and self assured... in his secret fantasies Andy was a loving bottom who craved being taken charge of now and then. I was only too happy to oblige. While I wasn't really into the whole whips and chains thing, I had absolutely no problem dominating my lover with my hands and my words and my cock. My hand stroked him a little bit faster, feeling his hips move and wresting a little moan from his lips. I did love those sounds he made and I'd spent the happiest year of my life learning every inch of his body and just what caused him to make those sounds. Andy writhed against my body and I stroked him until I could feel his hips begin to move, then slowed down. My grip pulled back his foreskin exposing the head of his cock and under the steaming water I could feel a little bit of his slippery precome leaking from the tip. My thumb traced around the lower edge around the head of his cock, bringing another low moan from his chest. His hands, which had risen up to lay against my forearm, gripped me just a little bit tighter. A low chuckling, rumbling growl echoed into his ear. "Do you like that?" He turned the side of his head into my lips and I kissed his damp hair just above his ear. "Mmmm... yes..." he murmured dreamily. "I always love it when you touch me, Alex." My hand slid all the way down his shaft and my palm cupped his balls. I could feel they were brimming with that sweet salty come of his, just aching to be set free. One finger slipped down and tickled the spot between his sack and his sweet little hole, making him gasp and shiver. "Do you want me inside you, boy?" His fingertips dug into my forearm and he turned to look up at me out of the corner of his eye. "Mmmm... god yes, Alex." I could see the desperate need in his look. "I want you inside me. I want you on top of me. I want to feel that big beautiful prick of yours splitting me open and filling me up. Please, Alex..." "Remember the first time we made love right out there in your big bed?" A little smile played across his lips. "One of my favorite memories. Our bed." "Remember when you had me lay there and watch while you lubed up your ass for me? You talked about how much you wanted me and slid your fingers in and out of that snug little butt, getting it all nice and slippery for my cock." He shivered again. "Oh yes, I remember. I almost came just thinking about you fucking me." I transferred my grip back up, palm running over the head of his upstanding prick in a circle as if I were polishing it bright. He gasped and wiggled at the sensation. "Do it again, Andrew. I want you face down on the bed, getting your ass slippery and ready for me. Show me how much you want my cock inside you." He shivered hard. "Oooohhh god yes, Alex." His eyes glanced up at me again. "Now?" "Now, boy. Hurry." I gave his prick one final squeeze and released him. Andy practically leaped from the tub and grabbed a towel, hurriedly drying the water from his skin. He was rock hard and his prick bobbed up and down as he toweled himself dry. "God, Alex." he gasped. "I want you to fuck me." Even in his haste my fastidious lover managed to fling the damp towel back over the bar before running from the room. Chuckling softly, I rose at a more sedate pace, letting the water out of the tub and grabbing my own towel. Besides, making him wait as few extra minutes would just leave him more tightly wrapped and more desperate to get me inside of him. As much as I loved Andy and as much as he was my partner and equal in all things it added an extra thrill to us both when I made him beg and plead for me to fuck him long and hard. A little kinky, I know. But then who wasn't? Hey, at least he wasn't wearing a cheerleader skirt and saddle shoes. The mere notion made me shake my head and chuckle softly. This was no time to be thinking about work. As predicted, making him wait a few extra moments did the trick. As I rounded the corner my lover was face down on the bed, legs spread wide and two fingers sliding in and out of his tight little ass while he moaned softly. In his desperate need Andy had grabbed the comforter and top sheet and stripped them off the bed leaving them a crumpled heap on the floor. He hadn't even stopped to put a towel down as he usually did when we played. My... he was wound up. I stood at the foot of the bed and just watched for a moment, enraptured by looking at Andy's fine sweet body. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in motion and they all stood out in fine relief. I could see the cords in his neck moving as he rubbed his cheek against the sheet slowly. The intricate web of musculature writhed like snakes beneath his skin. I could see the muscles of his butt clenching and flexing while his fingers moved in and out. His hips were slowly humping his prick against the mattress. Always a good indicator of his desire, his toes were curling up while his own touch brought him closer and closer to his peak. Case Study God, that was so sexy. I could feel a stream of precome leaking from the tip of my own hard prick. Without even realizing it, my knees were up on the bed and I crawled slowly up over my lovers prone body. When he felt the mattress shift, Andy opened one eye and looked over his shoulder at me. "Please, Alex." he gasped. "I want you." The tip of my prick trailed up the back of his thigh, leaving a slick little trail, drawing a map to my treasure trove of delight. A not so secret map to the greatest joy in my life. My lips almost touched his ear as I whispered. "Tell me what you want, boy." "Mmmhhh... aaahhh... I want you, Alex. I want you on top of me. Mmmhhh... I... I want you inside of me, filling me up with your big beautiful cock..." "You want me to fuck you, Andrew?" "Mmmm... god yes, Alex. I want you to fuck me long and hard..." He looked at me again in desperation. "Please, Alex... please... fuck me." My knees went to either side of his and pushed his legs together a nudge at a time. Grabbing his free hand by the wrist, I pulled it around and into the small of his back then a little more gently disengaged his other hand from between those amazingly soft ass cheeks. One hand clamped both wrists together. Even though Andrew was younger and stronger than I was, he only put up minimal resistance to my grip. A sudden smack on his ass made him yelp and raise his head. A pink imprint of my fingers formed on that pale flesh. "Arch your back, boy. Stick that pretty little ass in the air for me." "Oooohhh... Mmmm... yes, sir..." He wiggled and stuck his bottom in the air invitingly. I scooted a tad closer and laid the shaft of my hard cock in between his ass cheeks, pressing it down between them with my thumb. Andy moaned softly at the sensation and humped back into me, causing my prick to slide up and down encased in heavenly warm flesh. Oooohhh... snap. Too much more of that and I'd be painting his lower back with my come before I even made it to the main event. It felt really good. If you hadn't guessed. Once again I leaned down over his back to growl in his ear. "Tell me what you want, boy." Beneath my body Andy shivered hard and humped his ass up into me, squeezing the shaft of my hard prick between his cheeks. "Fuck me, Alex." he panted. "Please..." His butt swirled and pressed up into my belly. "Stick your cock in me. Take me. Use me. Make me yours... ahhh... Oh! Mmmm..." As he spoke I pulled back with my hips and pointed the head of my cock down and pressed it to the quivering opening of his anus. Although he'd spent a few minutes opening himself up for me I'd waited long enough and it had tightened up again. He had to struggle against his body's natural want to keep things in... or out, as it were. I pressed determinedly against his body's resistance, levering open his snug little butt with the head of my cock. Beneath me Andy whined and gasped and made little noises of mixed pleasure and pain as I gained ground until he let out a yelp and I popped in past the ring of muscle. Giving him just a second to get used to my intrusion, I reached in between our bodies with the bottle of lubricant and shot a bit of it on the shaft of my prick before tossing it aside and feeding him the rest of my meat. Andy moaned and sighed and wiggled until his sweet ass cheeks pressed into my hips and I was all the way inside of his body. God, that felt wonderful. If I died right now I'd have no regrets. Well... a few minutes from now after I'd filled his ass with my come, anyway. One long slow sinuous thrust of my hips, feeling his channel ripple and squeeze my cock. "Who do you belong to, Andrew?" If I had growled at a suspect like that he would have peed his pants. As it was, Andy writhed and shivered beneath my body. "Oooohhh... only you, Alex." Andy moaned and thrust his butt up into my belly. "I belong to you. Always always always and only yours. Forever..." He pressed into me again. "And forever..." That delightful little inner squeeze. "Mmmhhh... My heart and my mind and my body belong only to you, Alex. I am yours." Another press back into me. "Aaaahhh..." All right... enough of the dominance play. I had a sweet ass to fuck. When I released his wrists he reached above his head and gripped the sheets almost hard enough to tear them. My fisted hands went to the mattress so his shoulders pressed into my forearms, giving me leverage as I thrust into him over and over again. I could tell from his body and his little whimpers and gasps he was close to orgasm. Those delightfully soft bottom cheeks had turned into rock hard lumps of muscle which battered my hips and trapped me deep inside his body. When I could bring him to a peak so quickly it made me feel ten feet tall and covered with hair. My lips pressed into the nape of his neck as Andy bowed his head to the mattress. I growled "Come... come... come for me now..." Adrift in a sea of lust I opened my mouth and bit him. That did it. My lover jerked as if he'd stuck his dick in a light socket. His head raised up, pushing my teeth away from his flesh and his hands shot out in fists, scattering the pillows. It was a good thing we didn't have any neighbors as the howl that came from his lips would have wakened them from a sound sleep. He jerked and trembled and kicked and that wonderful tight channel in his butt gripped my prick like a vise, making my hair stand on end while he came, spurting his joy on the sheets. That did it for me, too. My hand gripped his shoulder for leverage, fingers sinking into the skin and muscles as I pounded into his body, racing towards my own climax. Sweat dripped into my eyes and the room was filled with my grunts and Andy's moans and the frantic sound of flesh against flesh. Then for a short while, the world went away. Four It was raining as I stepped out into the night. That was a fact of life in the City. The storms which rolled in off the ocean tended to vent most of their fury further south towards Bay City, then rumble their way up here bringing nothing but rain. It was fine with me. Other than the fact the rain tended to wash away evidence now and then, it worked to keep the streets nice and clean. And I, like most of the denizens here, learned to have a supply of plastic bags handy in order to keep things dry. Through a mutual understanding with the management of the Triskele Club, I was no longer allowed inside the premises myself. Even though I had done the owner of the club a solid favor by helping him to get rid of a rival thug trying to move in on his business, he'd told me bluntly I looked too much like a cop and I would make his clientele nervous. I suspected at the time he was having a little joke on me, but since the man always wore a mask I could never tell if he was smiling or not. And since I got to witness the aftermath of him and his crew taking out the wannabe gangster and removing the threat permanently I didn't want to risk testing his sense of humor. The rumors going around the precinct were the club was a front for something or another, but nobody could ever catch them doing anything illegal. The place was, on the front of it, a high end BDSM club. Very private and very exclusive. By invitation only. Their security was very tight and it had only been breached once. Very briefly. The crew of enforcers sent to make their bosses wishes known were never seen again. Not around here, anyway. At any rate, even though I was 'persona non grata' inside, I was given a few numbers to contact in case I needed a favor returned. One of those was Frank Castle, the owners head of security. I'd heard he was ex-Bureau, but like everybody connected with the club, his background was buried deep. The guy who owned the place had enough pull in enough places to make me cautious. Frank was a big guy. Bigger than me. Big and dangerous looking, with a face that looked like it was chiseled out of angry marble. The kind of face you would get from Superman if you were holding a kryptonite knife to Lois Lane's throat. But I'd met with him enough times to know underneath his dangerous exterior Frank was a decent guy, even if he was a decent guy you never wanted to fuck with. We met in a restaurant in Coquette, a little tourist burg halfway between here and there. It was a good place to conduct business. The place was dark and the booths were big and comfy, well suited to larger guys like Frank and myself. Neither one of us would have fit well in the plastic chairs of some fast food joint. Besides, they made a french dip sandwich to die for. Thinly sliced prime rib and an au jus made from the drippings. Since we weren't going to have time for a leisurely supper, I ordered two sandwiches to go, knowing a certain handsome young man who would be hungry later. Frank's calculating and analytic mind didn't let me down. The man was always on top of his game and even though Triskele wasn't only one business he oversaw, he knew and remembered every client who came to the place. He recognized the pictures of Mathers and April Gentles right away. One large finger tapped April's picture. "She's a sweet girl. Young. Naive. She obviously doesn't have a clue about the real world, though. Suffering from a severe case of Sheltered Rich Girl Syndrome. This nitwit Mathers has her buffaloed. Got her paying for his kicks." He tapped the picture again. "She pays their club fees. In cash, every week. She pays for everything, including the motel down the road after hours." A little frown creased his brows. "If she isn't careful she will be paying more than she bargained for soon." "How do you figure, Frank?" He stabbed a finger down at Kelvin Mathers' picture, then flicked it halfway across the table, as if swatting a cockroach. The glossy pic slid across the smooth wood and clinked against my water glass. The edge of the paper began thirstily drawing in the condensation from my glass, making the colors run and blur. "He's an idiot. A noob putting on airs like he's the Marquis DeSade. Read a few of those fluffy bondage romance novels and thinks he's an expert, but if you gave him a clue he wouldn't know which end of it to suck on. It was bad enough when he was just fantasizing and whacking off under the covers at home, but now he's managed to snag this cute little wench and drag her into it. He's desperate to keep her putting out. Both money and pussy. So he's going to keep going farther and farther and to be perfectly frank..." He gave a little wry smile at his lame joke. "He's already over his head. That little girl is going to get hurt." He waved a hand. "If you want to wait a few more weeks, your problem might be solved. I have my people watching them and if he goes over the line again, he's out. They both are. I don't care if she pays in cash and the boss would agree. Better to lose the money than face a lawsuit because he broke one of her fingers or pulled her shoulder out of socket." I winced at his harsh words. I'd never actually met April Gentles but her pictures showed her to be quite a looker. Long brown curly hair and soft blue eyes with a smile that made you want to curl up around her like a cat. Even though I was never really into girls as such, I could appreciate how most guys would react around her. April needed protecting and it seemed that Andy and I had been chosen for the job. The irony of the situation was astounding. Ah, well. "Frank, I need to get someone inside. Just for one night when they are there. With access to the security cams if at all possible. I need hard evidence and a first hand report." He shook his head. "Not you, Alex. You know better. The boss..." I raised my hands. "No, Frank. Not me. My partner." "Young Jones?" I didn't even blink. Working for who he did Frank would have already done a deeper background check on me than the boys at the Bureau could have done. His boss had strings to pull that covered whole continents. "He might be young but he's already a pro, Frank. I trust him with my life." The look on his face showed me he knew exactly what my relationship with Andy was and the fact that while he didn't swing that way, he understood. One hand slipped into a coat pocket and came out with a fairly large cell phone. With hands like his, it had to be big. Both so he could use the keypad and so he wouldn't crush it in his grip. A frown formed between his eyebrows as he typed. Probably the only thing in the world Frank Castle ever had to struggle with. Watching him trying to text was kind of painful. "Those things work just like a phone too, Frank. I know it's old fashioned, but you could just call." "Shut up, Alex." He growled, then raised an eyebrow at me. "You want a favor or not?" "Shutting up now." I said pleasantly. It took half a dozen messages back and forth before he finally nodded and slipped the phone back into his pocket. For the first time in almost a year I missed having my pipe. I always spent more time fiddling with it than I did smoking it, but it gave my hands something to do while I waited. My health conscious young partner had found ingenious ways to break me of that habit, however. Ah, well. Finally he nodded. "The boss says it's okay as long as it isn't you, Alex. One night as long as he remains discrete and full access to the security footage. I think he's as tired of this Mathers character as I am. He makes the club look like amateur hour. Saturday night. They should be there." I started to say something and he raised a finger, stopping me in mid syllable. "He also says you should call and talk to Violetta." My eyes widened and I gulped. "Really? Her?" "Yep." "Oh snap." "Yep." He agreed. Five Ages ago in my youth there was a coffee commercial on teevee. Something about "The best part of waking up." Those people didn't have a clue. Being on the force for all of those years I had developed a serious love affair with coffee. Often it was the only thing keeping me breathing and I'd learned to stomach some things which were only classified as "coffee" because it came out of a glass decanter. But this... This was so much better than coffee ever dreamed of being. I lay with my back propped up on a couple of pillows, the morning paper discarded on the floor and a dreamy smile on my face. One hand lay atop Andy's sweet little butt, idly stroking the fine soft skin. The other was gently tangled in his hair moving up and down as he bobbed his head in my lap, that magic tongue and sweet mouth playing up and down on my prick like he was trying to coax music from my flesh. I'd learned my lover's moods and knew full well he wasn't interested in anything more than a gentle touch at a time like this. He wasn't interested in touching, talking or even reciprocation. All he wanted from me was to lay back and enjoy. Andrew Jones was going to suck my cock and make me come down his throat and nothing short of the mattress bursting into flames was going to distract him from his duties. My sweet lad intent on nothing but my pleasure. Hey, I could live with that. Quite happily. As many times as he wished. Through slitted eyes I looked at Andy's strong muscled back as he lay across my lower belly. I could feel his strong but soft hand cup my balls gently and then move back up to slide up and down my shaft in time with the movement of his mouth. He knew all of the things I liked and he did them all very well. My fingertips untangled from his hair to trail gently down the nape of his neck and over that muscled back, reveling in the feel of his skin. I hoped I never got so jaded I got tired of touching him. Anywhere and everywhere for no matter what reason. Andy was so perfect in so many ways. So amazingly beautiful inside and out. His mind and his heart and his soul. And his body. Oooohhh, that body. It was a body worthy of being immortalized in the finest Italian marble. He made the statue of David look like just an ordinary guy. In another time and place he could have been worshiped as a god. Not one of those soft pansy cherubim as Eros is often depicted, but a solid manly phallic god of lust who would revel in the desires of his followers. But my mind does wander at times. A shudder through my frame brought me back to the here and now. One long deep breath. "Mmmm..." I sighed. "Oh god Andy, I love you." Down below my waist he nodded along with the up and down motion on my cock. His hot slick tongue wrapped around the lower edge of the head of my cock sending lightning bolts of pleasure up and down my spine. Viscerally I could feel my toes clenching up as I neared my peak. Something profound was trying to make it's way to my lips but all that came out was incoherent moans. My entire body was tightening up as if I were slowly turning to stone. My vision dimmed and narrowed and there was a muffled roaring in my ears as my entire existence focused solely on the head of my cock and that wonderful sweet sucking mouth. One more attempt to speak resulted in nothing more than a cry of pleasure as my hips bucked and I began shooting my come into Andy's mouth. The exquisite pleasure of feeling him swallowing around his mouthful of my cock nearly drove me over the edge of sanity and I very nearly slipped into unconsciousness. But I didn't want to miss a single moment of the experience. I rode the waves of pleasure like a surfer, gliding from crest to crest as I shivered and moaned and shot stream after stream of my sticky fluid down his throat. After the main wave of my orgasm had passed, Andy kept gently suckling on my cock, drawing out every last drop of my joy as if his life depended on my sperm for his sustenance. He timed his motions to my ebbing reactions, slowing his movements until I finally lay still, my hands dropping to the sheet on either side. And of course when both he and I were finished I got the supreme pleasure of feeling my lover kiss his way up my chest to my lips where he uttered the immortal words "Fancy some breakfast?" I'm pretty sure I was going to have to keep him around for awhile. Not just for his awesome french toast, either. Andrew kept me sane. In this world we lived in and especially our chosen profession at least a tenuous grip on sanity was all important. My grip was sorely tested during the first call I received when I got to the office that morning. No sooner had my butt hit the chair than the phone began chirruping. It was almost as if someone were waiting and watching. I wouldn't have been all that surprised, considering who it was. Before I could even begin my spiel answering a voice stated "Cable... You were supposed to call me. I dislike waiting." A woman's voice. Smooth. Cultured. Just a hint of a British accent. At any other time and in any other body, it would have been a pleasant voice. But her tone suggested a maw full of fangs and razor blades dripping with venom. I really hoped she wasn't watching because I flinched. I had to rally my defenses quickly or I'd lose it. "Violetta. So nice to hear from you. How's the family?" I swear to god I could hear her curl her lip over the line. "The family, as you put it, are all in exquisite agony, Cable. And enjoying every moment of it, as you well know." Talking with her was always like watching an episode of "The Addams Family" on bad acid. Violetta. Violet Fey Driscoll-Wingfield. I was one of the very few people in the world who knew her full real name. And even I wasn't brave enough to use it to her face. Not even over a phone line. Those few people who even knew of her always called her "Mistress Violetta" and always used the most polite tones while doing so. She was probably the most respected and the most feared professional Dominatrix in the world.