He found one of Kurt's notes on the laptop screen, with an URL that had no domain, but a series of numbers impossible to remember. A click on it opened the browser to a webpage like the one the man had showed him the day before over lunch. Black, with the Coliseum logo and details in mate gold, the text on a sober white font. It looked nothing like a porn site.

Jack noticed a small green button on the right upper corner. It read Mr. Williams and opened what looked like a user menu to personalize options.

From the page the link had taken him to, he could access the profiles of about twenty models, all of them named Mr. Something. He could also pick from a long list of assorted videos entitled after the model and the date, and half a dozen ongoing live streams. The link reading Recruiting & Training called him like a siren, and he couldn't fight the temptation to follow it.

There he was, all alone in that section, under the sober name Mr. Williams. The thumbnails of the pictures Kurt had chosen followed his name with a succinct bio.

Mr. Williams, 27, born and raised in Iowa. He moved to New York City in pursuit of his dreams, and took acting lessons while he started a promising career as a model.

That was nice of them. Well, not like a summary of his sordid last two years would look appealing on their fancy site.

Right below, a link invited users to subscribe to an auction alert for Mr. William's debut at the Villa. Wow. Guys would want to stay updated on when the auction for his ass would open? He was just about to feel flattered.

The link was followed for a video thumbnail titled Interviews Teaser. And after that, another title read Training, with thumbnails to three more videos named simply Day 1, Day 2 and Day 3. They would have to skip day four, considering he'd done nothing but sleep and chill out like a lizard.

He wasn't sure he would ever want to watch them. Anyway, he assumed his online activity was being tracked, and Kurt wouldn't overlook that he'd spent his time on the Ludus site watching his own ass instead of doing his homework. He could watch them later, if he was still interested. So he went back to the main menu of videos and models. What should he choose?

"Find patterns of behavior."

What the hell was Kurt talking about? It was porn, not French movies.

He picked a random escort, one Mr. Johnson, and opened the first video, finding the option to make a playlist. Really, these guys had it all covered. So he picked three more videos of other escorts, all of them about fifteen-minute long.

He was just about to take the laptop to the bathroom when a small notification popped out at the bottom: Mr. Drake's live stream would begin in an hour. It included the option to sign in for a reminder alert before it started.

Jack scoffed. He'd have a chance to watch Kurt with that date that had him so built-up? He wasn't about to miss it for the world.

Okay, now he needed to optimize his time. First of all, his belly felt like having a snack. He collected everything from his dinner on the tray and risked a trip to the kitchen. And he was rewarded. First of all, he didn't come across anybody. Dale was happy to fill a big glass bowl with fruit salad for him, and add a thermic pitcher of cold juice.

"So you can cool the salad later," he explained. "I'm closing in an hour. Until then, just dial three on your room phone if you want anything else."

Jack thanked him with a heartfelt smile and hurried back to his room. There, he sat on the couch with the bowl in his hands and the laptop on the coffee table. He took a bite of salad now and them while he watched three of the videos from beginning to end. This time he didn't have any problem telling between clients and escorts, because only the faces on the catalog were clearly visible. The other men had a strip blurred, from temples to nose, that made it impossible to even guess how their full faces looked like. And when they spoke, their voices were digitally distorted.

Maybe because he wasn't looking for something to turn him on, he wasn't the least bit upset or bothered by what he saw. Actually, he was surprised to find them all so different. On the first video, Mr. Johnson was vigorously pounded by his client on at least half a dozen positions. On the second video, one Mr. Stone pretty much read the newspaper while his client sucked and rode his cock to his heart's content. The third video was the overused roleplaying of the physician's practice, and one Mr. Riggings lay down perfectly still as he let the client fondle and probe him, to end up coming in his mouth while giving him a handjob.

"What fucking pattern?" Jack grunted, puzzled.

He checked the time and hurried to the bathroom to take a shower. The warm rain felt like heaven, especially on his shoulders and the back of his neck. He'd never thought he'd find himself hoping Ben would give him a massage the next day, to make up for the one he'd missed that afternoon. Out of the cubicle, he opened the tub faucets and studied the spot. No place to settle the laptop, but there was a plastic stool by the cabinet. He could bring it to the tub side and rest the laptop there.

Just about to go back to his room, his eyes fell on the pretty set of glass flasks at one of the corners of the tub with the wall. Aromatic bath salts with essential oils. Jack hesitated, wondering how much girly it would be to use them. Heat lashed his face. He was about to be fucked in the ass for months on end, and he worried about whether using aromatic salts was girly?

A minute later, he brought the laptop to the bathroom and placed it by the tub, halfway between the faucets and the headrest. A quick search showed him how to use the salts, but the tub didn't hold enough water yet. He still had ten minutes until the stream began, so he sat down at the edge of the tub and watched the last video he'd picked.

Another one that didn't have anything in common with the others, because Mr. Bolton and his client seemed honeymooners making love, with an overload of sighs and soft kisses and tender looks.

The video was over just about the time the bath was ready, a couple of minutes before the stream, so Jack added the salts and got in the water, leaving a towel by the laptop, in case he needed to dry his hands to use it. He even had time to close his eyes for a moment and enjoy the relaxing hot water, and the soft smell of jasmine and orange blossom in the steam coming from it.

A soft beep told him it was time to switch to the live stream. Jack did and stretched out in the water with a mild smile, wondering what kind of man he'd see with Kurt.

The stream screen was split in four, in a way that reminded him the couple of minutes he'd watched of his test in the blue room. He leaned forward to take a better look. Yeah, every frame showed a different angle of two guys sitting on a couch, half-turned on it to face each other.

The place looked bigger than his room, with a huge king size bed on one side and a set of armchairs and couch on the other. The scene was frozen, but there was no way to play it. Jack was already grunting under his breath when he spotted a red blinking little button that read automatic. He clicked on it and the video started with a shot from the coffee table.

Jack could tell the client was a tanned fit blond, most likely in his late thirties or early forties. He was grabbing Kurt's face with both hands as they kissed in no hurry, deep enough to swab each other's stomach.

Jack leaned back and stretched out, ready to enjoy the show of Kurt's alpha ass being pounded from there to Sunday. He thought of a name for the client, because the guy seemed too cold. Harvey, Ian, John, Kurt. Something with L. Luke? Yes, the Luke sounded fine.

He considered the guy baptized as Kurt's hand slid down his chest and belly to land on his crotch. Jack's cock nodded underwater when he saw Kurt's thumb brush the Luke's crotch idly. Yeah, he remembered how that lazy caress felt alright.

As they kept kissing, the Luke let go of Kurt's face to rest his arm along the couch back behind him. His other hand started undoing the buttons to Kurt's elegant black shirt, down to Kurt's navel, to then slip under it and caress his chest.

They finally broke their long kiss for Kurt to pull the shirt bottoms off his slacks. The Luke left Kurt to finish undoing the last buttons as he brushed the shirt open. They kissed again while the Luke fondled the tattooed pecs and Kurt's hand went back to the Luke's crotch, to stroke gently a mild boner.

Soon the Luke pushed Kurt softly back and leaned in to lick and suck his nipples, while his hand brushed the firm abs down to Kurt's crotch, outlining a bulge the black pants had hidden until then. Kurt let his head fall back, still stroking the Luke's cock.

Jack heard Kurt's sigh when the Luke opened his fly to slide a hand inside the black slacks. A muffled grunt escaped his lips when the Luke's hand grabbed his cock.

The Luke sat up, Kurt's cock in his fist, to kiss him deep once more. Kurt seemed in a little hurry to take the Luke's polo off and guide him to lay back on the couch, his head on the armrest. Kurt leaned toward him. He kissed the Luke before his lips brushed down the strong neck to the broad chest, where his hands and tongue spent some time on the Luke's nipples.

They Luke gasped, his arms open, his legs stretched out, letting Kurt toy him anyway he liked. Yeah, that son of a bitch had a way to bring a guy's defenses down. Well, no wonder, if the Luke had paid five figures for him to do it. Soon Kurt's hands traveled down to open the Luke's fly, and the guy's hips came up to let him pull the slacks down to his thighs. It was his turn to let out a muffled sigh, resting a hand on Kurt's head to try to push it down.

Jack's cock nodded again as Kurt moved back on the couch to bring his face to the Luke's crotch. Jack grabbed his spoiled junk as a warning when Kurt looked up at the stirring Luke and closed his mouth on the man's cock. Yeah, that mouth and that look. His cock wagged in his grasp, in sympathy with what he knew the Luke was getting.

Kurt took his sweet time with the Luke's cock, making Jack wonder how come he hadn't come yet, as his hips rocked slowly, deeper every time. Until Kurt finally pulled away, leaving the man breathing heavily, his cock hard as a stone, no wonder. Kurt stood up and walked out of the frame.

"Shit!" Jack grunted at the same time that the Luke. He was rubbing his hand with the towel to look for another cam angle when the scene changed. Oh, so that was what the automatic option was for. Great. He leaned back again.

This new cam seemed to be on one of the bedpost, and showed Kurt taking his clothes off by the bed-end bench. The Luke appeared behind him, already naked, when Kurt had only his boxer trunks left on. They chuckled when the Luke took Kurt in his arms from behind, sticking to his back. They kissed as the Luke pulled Kurt's trunks down and grabbed his pecs with both hands, teasing his nipples again.

A muffled sound escaped Jack's throat, seeing the Luke grasp Kurt's hard cock as he rested his head back on the Luke's shoulder, thrusting into his fist. Jack knew he couldn't get mad at his cock for stirring like that, as if that firm ass were brushing his crotch like the other night.

"Let me see you," the Luke whispered in Kurt's ear, stepping back.

Kurt turned around, brushed the Luke's lips with a quick kiss, and sat on the bench, legs spread apart, fondling his own cock. And when the Luke approached him, clearing seeking another blow, Kurt flashed one of his cunning little smiles. He moved backwards, crawling on the bed like a crab to kneel in the middle of it, legs still spread, a hand still on his crotch.

"Son of a bitch," said the Luke, winning Jack's eternal approval.

The man chuckled softly and circled the bed. The scene changed to another cam, apparently on the bed headboard. Kurt observed him from narrowed eyes, like wondering what came next. The Luke stood by the nightstand, knees against the side of the bed, and stroked his unwavering boner.

Kurt turned to him, devouring the man's body with his eyes to stop on his cock. He moved closer to the Luke with a wicked lack of hurry, but not all the way. With his bright dark eyes up on the Luke's blurred face, he sank his fists in the mattress and leaned forward. The Luke's cock wagged, like trying to reach his mouth.

Jack's fist pressed his own cock harder, hating to feel it harden. Another grunt escaped his lips when Kurt's tongue brushed the Luke's nuts and slid up his shaft. The Luke gasped, standing completely still as Kurt liked him up and down, to finally take the cock in his mouth, looking up at him.

"Fuck," Jack and the Luke growled at the same time.

Jack couldn't stop his fist from tightening around the tense head of his cock, as his other hand sneaked between his thighs. He loathed being hard. But there was something about Kurt kneeling on that bed, sucking that guy's cock while stroking his slowly, to keep it hard. There was something about his look and his mild smile as he made the other man gasp and growl, rocking his hips. Something Jack couldn't fight because he knew damn well how frigging good it felt.

He drew a shaky breath, refusing to give up all control, even though he couldn't keep his own hand from stroking his cock down to his nuts and coming back up.

Wondering how the Luke managed to not bang that mouth, he noticed the guy seemed to be doing something with things from the nightstand. And just like that, he stepped back again.

The stream switched back to the bedpost, letting Jack see the Luke handing Kurt a slim black plastic tube, a couple of inches long, that looked like a syringe or scissors.

Kurt looked quite surprised. "You sure?"

Instead of replying, the Luke flashed a mocking smile and sank his knees in the mattress, crawling past Kurt to lie flat on his back with his head on the pillows. Kurt pretty much dived to kiss him.

Soon he started traveling the Luke's body down with his mouth once again, and after a generous stop on the man's crotch that made Jack gasp in sympathy, he made the Luke bent up his knees and bring his heels to the back of his thighs.

Jack cursed under his breath when Kurt's face sank in the Luke's groin, to lick his ass as the guy sighed and growled, fondling his own cock. Jack's hand mirrored the Luke's, as his chest suddenly demanded deeper breaths.

Kurt straightened up soon, kneeling between the Luke's legs. He inserted the slim tube carefully into the guy's butthole and held it there, his thumb pushing the flat top of the tube down. Looked like it was indeed a syringe of sorts, surely to release lube or oil right inside the man's hole. The Luke handed him a condom and felt the nightstand for a black flask like the one in Jack's cabinet. Kurt wore the condom swiftly, spreading body oil all over the rubber.

"Fuck," grumbled the Luke when Kurt's cock pushed about an inch into his body.

Kurt stopped on a dime, placing his arms under the guy's knees to hold his legs up.

"C'mon, Mr. Drake, do it already." There was a mocking hint in the guy's voice when he called Kurt that. "If you can take mine, I can take yours."

Once again, Kurt dived on him to kiss his lips, his hips pushing his cock slowly until it was fully in.

Jack would've never expected that watching Kurt make love to his date could move a hair on his head. And he wasn't happy to find out he'd been wrong. He had no choice but let his hand tighten around his shaft, the water keeping it from moving fast to kill his stubborn cock off once and for all.

So he kept stroking it, his other hand holding his nuts like asking them to unload already, while Kurt moved with that attentive care he knew. And on, as they traded positions, and it was the Luke's turn to give Kurt a blowjob, wear a condom, inject lube up Kurt's hole and make him kneel before him, chest against the mattress.

Just like Jack the day before. Only Kurt didn't cringe. Far from it, he pushed backwards the moment he felt the tip of the Luke's cock against his flesh. To make it worse, the Luke wore goggles like the ones Kurt had showed Jack. It was only obvious the stream would switch to that cam. So Jack had a first-person view of the Luke's cock pounding Kurt's ass.

Jack closed his eyes as he heard the other two swear and moan and pant. He didn't want to watch anymore. He would've left the laptop in the bathroom and walk out on those two. But seeing the number of cameras in that room, he didn't dare to leave the tub hard as he was.

He could only stay there, stroking and squeezing his spoiled junk, begging it to come, his crotch on fire, breathing heavily. And on the screen before him, the Luke handled Kurt like Kurt used to handle him, making Kurt roll to one side or the other, lie on his back, on his belly, on his side, banging him like Doomsday was upon them. And while at it, he kept going back to grasp Kurt's cock, jerking it in such a way that they came together.

All three of them.

"Shit," growled Jack, unable to keep his semen from spreading in the water.

So much for the relaxing bath.

He stood up, already grabbing the towel by the laptop to cover his throbbing cock, that didn't seem completely convinced it'd been enough and it was time to call it a night. Jack pushed the laptop lid down on Kurt and the Luke kissing, both of them smiling, still panting and covered in sweat. He pulled the tub stopper, got out of the water and stalked out, slapping the light switch off.