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Name — Brock Coleman

Age — 50

Occupation — Doctor of sports medicine

Gender — Cis male

Sexuality — Homosexual

Preference — Versatile top (dominant-leaning)

Personality (+) — Intelligent, trustworthy, confident

Personality (-) — Cocky, arrogant, snobby

Admittedly, he’d be checking the man out even with more sensible clothes, but it was true that the Halloween outfits made for great eye candy.  Plus…he liked to let it be seen when he was looking; always good to boost a client’s ego with truth.

“Well, then I shall bow to your wisdom and be Hercules for the party,” he said, jokingly actually making a half bow.  “I’m Noel  And thank you.   I do try to stay fit.”

“I’m very wise, kid... or maybe I’m just old, but wisdom often comes with age,” Brock chuckles. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if I weren’t the only one who assumed you were Hercules with that outfit, so you may as well lean into it...”

Jonah of course knew a bit about turning on the charms to get through to people; it was a skill helpful for working as a host here, but one he’d developed outside of the Haus. For a journalist, getting people’s trust and sympathy was essential, and while he thought of himself as genuine in that regard, there was no denying that the blonde was well aware of how kindness and charisma could be to one’s benefit. That of course didn’t mean he appreciated Brock’s courting charms any less. Quite the opposite; no matter how much he had to flash his own smile all day and make clients feel special and welcome, Jonah still very much was flattered by a man like the other being such a gentleman to him in return.

Brock’s story had the staff smile; it was easy to forget that these rich and successful men had often started from humble beginnings and worked their way up. “That’s admirable”, Jonah stated with a genuine smile; Brock was certainly not only impressive, but very much respectable as well. “I… Thank you”, the younger man smiled, biting his lip for a moment with a little shrug. “I’m aware I’m not ugly or anything. But… it’s still always very nice to hear, you know. Especially from a handsome man like yourself”, he admitted, happily taking the client’s hand and feeling his cheeks get a bit warmer when the other called him his baby boy. Jonah definitely had a bit of a daddy kink, and apparently Brock wasn’t shy to pick up on it. “Oh, I’m sure it’s not”, he chuckled; he wasn’t surprised that the other man was more than capable and willing to spoil him, and while it was still an unfamiliar feeling to have that happen, Jonah didn’t mind it at all. “Maybe we could have some wine? I… must admit I’m not a big expert, though. Back home, getting fancy meant mixing some champagne with my orange juice”, he chuckled.

Brock rarely went a day without putting on some kind of performance for the people around it, whether it was conveying his wealth, putting on the charm to woo someone to his bed, or simply just reiterating how good of a doctor he was. He couldn’t help it. “Fake it till you make it” was always a guiding mantra to him, and now that he did make it, the faking part just became send nature to him. Not that Jonah seemed to mind.

As misleading as it may have sounded, quick and easy lays were what made up the majority of Jonah’s sexual past. Not that he considered himself a slut or anything - his experience was fairly limited in comparison anyway - but back home, the apps and the one gay bar in town had simply been the easiest ways to meet guys, and rarely had they been interested in relationships or even a nice dinner date. The last time Jonah could remember doing anything like this had been Valentine’s Day - back then he actually did have a boyfriend for once, only to have the guy dump him the week after that romantic day.

“Wow, that’s quite flattering… I’ll still try not to ever make you wait that long, I promise”, he chuckled with a light blush on his cheeks. Brock really was treating him like a gentleman, and it was quite a pleasant and unexpected feeling at this place. Jonah had expected having to get used to feeling like a cheap whore, but this man was treating him as anything but. “Oh no, fortunately, nothing of the sort. Sometimes they get a bit grumpy if they have to wait for a table, but overall everybody’s very nice. And I do know how to look at them so that they cannot stay mad at me”, the blonde chuckled with a wink, before doing his best pleading face, green puppy eyes looking at Brock like a kid that was begging their parent for a new toy, or an actual puppy feeling sorry for destroying the furniture.

Brock really knew how to turn the charm on when he wanted to; it was a skill he cultivated with years of practice. Working with arrogant athletes meant he needed to know how to schmooze them into listening to him. Make them do what he needed them to do for their health. With Jonah, though, there was no ulterior motive. At least not directly. He wanted to make the younger man feel good while they were together, show him a good time. And if it led to Jonah’s toned little body laying on his bed, that perky ass of his full of cock, well... no harm, no foul, right?

Koa could get use to this macho man energy, something he had back in the old days during the time in which he served. The resembled one another in a way that Koa hadn’t experienced, and now he needed to explore that more. Brock seemed pretty willing in that department. 

The offer came at a slight surprise. The two of them sneaking off to do who knows what? Koa nodded, almost immediately in with the idea. “You lead the way and I will just follow.” Being that he didn’t know the grounds well yet, Brock would have to show him where a bathroom would be, “Gotta be quick though, can’t keep your date waiting for you.”

Brock was nothing if not direct. Blunt, even. Especially in a place like this, full of horny men who had one common goal in mind and did anything to get it. Isn’t that what he paid for to come here? 24/7 access to some of the most beautiful men in the world?

After savoring the taste of the salt and lime, Koa threw his head back with a grin, nodding his head towards Brock, whom he’d just met. “What do the kids say; gotta make a first impression, that is what it’s all about?” Fact of the matter was that Koa didn’t give two shits. When offered something precarious, why not accept it?

“Never been one to turn down a good time.” Koa looked around them, curious as to where they would even go. “Wanna go find a tree to hide behind?” The joke was funny considering the two were practically bigger than any tree on the grounds.

Brock could definitely tell he would get along with this guy, in all his boisterous charm. Reminded Brock of himself. An ego monster like Brock, well... he liked hanging around those weren’t dissimilar to himself. But then again, weren’t most people that way?

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be happy for your…milk,” he said, blatantly glancing at the man’s nipples and then down to his crotch before meeting Brock’s eyes again.  “If only all men where such team players,” he added with a chuckle of his own.  

“Hmmm…I should have gone with someone so godly, but no, just a generic slutty Roman gentleman.”

Brock couldn’t get enough of the younger man checking him out so blatantly. Maybe he needed to rethink his usual, sensible attire of clean dress shirts and khakis if a skimpy getup like this got him the attention he craved.

“White Samoans? Seems right up my ally, considering I am more than half Hawaiian.” Koa let a smirk play on his lips, sizing up the man who seemed to have the same sort of stature as himself. Big, bulky, and tall. An even match-up that he liked. 

“Koa, pleasure to make your company.” With that, he downed the tequila, leaning down to run his tongue along the salted nipple, giving it a pretty hefty suck before playfully nipping at it, leaning back. 

Brock had a feeling the other man shared some sort of similar heritage to himself; it was a deep, primal sense. This, naturally, meant he warmed to him even more than he already had, judging him simply by his exceedingly good looks and banging body. One who almost rivaled him in size. Almost.

Koa had to admit, the pure creativity some of these members had was absurd. At each turn was a different variation of a traditional costume, then some that were unique in their ways. On the way to grab another drink, he caught sight of one of the more _unique_ costumes of the night. A slutty cow? Now _that_ is something he hadn’t seen before. And just before he could compliment the outfit, he heard the offer, “Does said milk contain any alcohol content?”

Reaching behind said cow, Koa requested a tequila shot, as well as the fixin’s. He took the salt, raising an eyebrow, “May I?” he questioned, having already sprinkled a bit of salt on his erect nipple. 

“Well, I’ve enjoyed enough booze here that I wouldn’t be surprised if I could produce White Russians from these things,” Brock chuckles, looking down at his heavy chest. “Or rather, White Samoans, if you wanna be ethnically correct about it... which would be fitting as well, since I’m actually 1/16th French-Canadian...”

Noel had to admit that the man’s costume was hot in ways it had no business being.  Part of that was the man himself…okay, all of it was the man himself.  His eyes locked onto the man’s nipples for just a second before he purposefully dragged his gaze down to the spotted jock.  “Not at all, though….are you a milk cow but the way you’re built….I’m seeing full on bull,” he teased back.

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“Normally I consider myself a bull, but since my date is a cowboy, I decided I’d be a team player and be a walking milk tank,” Brock responds, chuckling. Ridiculous costume? Of course. But there was simply no denying how good he looked in it.

Brock loved parties. Brock loved Halloween. Naturally, he loved Halloween parties.

While he normally opted to put a little more effort (and clothes) into his costumes, the Haus had a way of making everybody feel more, well, salacious. Or in other words, slutty. With his date, Dro, dressed a cowboy, it only made sense that Brock would follow suit and pick something accordingly: a sexy, slutty cow. Certainly had the mommy milkers to pull it off. Did he fell self-conscious in this getup? Not at all. The man was pure ego. He knew he looked hot. And the person to his side clearly agreed, based on the way they checked him out.

“Oh, then it must have been a pamphlet or something then. Or whatever the journal thing is. I do know of you.” However he knew of Brock, he knew that he was at least respected in his field. Logan brought the pint up to his mouth drinking some of it, feeling the foamy moustache that it had created on his upper lip. He licked it away slowly as he looked back towards Brock.

“Be sure to get me a signed copy when it comes out.” He teased softly as he relaxed back into his booth seat. The booths in the kings club were rather comfy. Much comfier that other clubs he had been too. “Oh, you have? Well, it’s good to meet a fan and yeah, footie is how we tend to say it and that really is the only way to say it. None of this soccer shite.” 

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Classic athlete, not knowing what an academic journal was. They didn’t pay him for intellectual smarts, Brock supposed. But in any event, Logan seemed to know of him in some vague detail, which was better than nothing. A small reputation trumped no reputation.

“Wow, calling it shite. That’s a serious accusation. Might even get you in a few fights here,” Brock chuckles. “So, what brought you to the Haus? Single and looking to mingle? If so, join the club... hope you’re not looking to find a husband here or anything, cause you ain’t gonna find it. But if you’re in the market for a tight piece of ass, then that could be arranged.”

A hearty laugh left Victor at Brock’s words, finding them humorous, but he didn’t dare to argue. He knew that the man’s ego was just as large as… well, everything about him, so he knew that there was no point. Even if he did stand a couple inches taller. “Even the biggest beasts can get taken down a peg or two, Brock… remember that,” the staff member teased before he began to make his way to the door.

It didn’t take long for them to find themselves in his quarters. Though it wasn’t anything near as fancy as the suites that the clients had, Victor had managed to make his room nice - he had swapped his single bed for a king sized one years ago, better to accommodate his massive frame, and while it had taken up most of the room in the room, he didn’t really need much room otherwise. He had everything he needed, really, and seeing as he was only in his room to sleep and get dressed, he didn’t need much room for anything else.

Walking over to his dresser, he pulled open the first drawer and pulled out his humidor. Opening it up, he turned to face Brock with a smile on his face as he allowed the other male to pick which cigar he wanted. “I figure we can go and smoke these out near the pool? Enjoy the sunset with a nice cigar and good company?”

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Brock rarely found himself in the staff quarters like this, but he made an exception for Victor. Certainly not as spacious or nice as he was used to, but they had their quaint appeal. With all the fucking that went on at the Haus, did it really matter how big the accommodations were...? Regardless of privilege, those poor housekeepers probably had to deal with getting cum out of every surface. The great equalizer.

Brock enjoyed having his way with smaller, younger men. He got off on the size difference; it emphasized his power. His strength. And to his credit, they often liked to worship his massive body just as much as he liked them worshipping it. But sometimes he wanted a change of pace... sometimes he wanted a man who could rival him in size. Not quite match him —nobody did— but almost.

Blake was one such man. Just a giant, muscular thing, which Brock always found peculiar; why did a photographer need to be so swole. Not that it really bothered him ultimately. The guy actually did some of his most recent professional headshots prior to them reconnecting at the Haus. He wondered what the other would be like in bed... and now he was in the middle of finding out. Bodies naked and heaving against one another, Brock pressed Blake into his bed, moaning into the other’s mouth as his cock brushed against the photog’s meaty leg.